FPW Young Lions Cup results

[Pizza Ant]

So.. this is what happened.

FPW Young Lions Cup Stage 1:
1. Kam Kellington def. King Cole Black
2. Zeke def. TJ Cole
3. James Saturn def. Graham Baker
4. Marcus Allen Jones def. Matt Dwyer after a distraction by TJ Cole

FPW Young Lions Cup Stage 2:
1. Marcus Allen Jones def. Kam Kellington
2. Zeke def. James Saturn
3. Jeremiah Johnson & Clutch McCloud won a Fatal Four Way Tag Elimination Match to become #1 contenders for the FPW Tag Team Championships 
- Anarchy eliminate The Studds
- Jeremiah Johnson & Clutch McCloud eliminate Azrael & El Timido
- Jeremiah Johnson & Clutch McCloud eliminate Anarchy after a distraction by The SOC
4. Marcus Allen Jones def. Zeke to win the FPW Young Lions Cup 
- As TakeOver celebrate with all their gold, Adam Thompson comes in from behind and lays out MAJ with Bloody Fucking Murder before taking his FPW Championship back.

[Jim Houston]

I'll post the Baker match and the tag team four way tomorrow as I wrote them.

[veggieleezy]

Atta boy, Pendragon, teach that prima donna some manners!

[Jim Houston]

Here's the tag title match:

MW: And now for something completely different.
SD: Four teams who all want a shot at The Invaders, but only one can face them in New Orleans.
MW: We're very familiar with Anarchy, who came so close to being the first ever FPW Tag Team Champions. We also know Clutch McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson very well, but we've not had the chance to see our other two teams in action. What are your thoughts on this one?
SD: I happen to have an inside scoop on this one. Not many people are aware but Clutch McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson don't get along too well too well. You can thank me for that one later.
MW: Some inside scoop that is. Let's get to the ring.

The remix of 2Pac's final round hits the PA. As soon as Rocky's motivational speech ends, Jeremiah Johnson comes out in a black silk robe with his Pi symbol on the back. The fans boo and Johnson looks momentarily surprised. He throws a few shadow punches at the top of the ramp. He holds his hands above his head, his middle, index and thumbs outstretched. He throws his arms down into the shape of his DD214 finisher. As the music plays, Johnson, walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans who yell at him and talking shit about Clutch McCloud to the camera. Johnson walks up the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring between the ropes. He takes off his silk robe and tosses it to a ringhand; he climbs to the second turnbuckle on the right side hard camera and holds his hands above his head as he did at the top of the ramp. He jumps off the turnbuckle and points to the entire crowd on each side of the ring but is booed by each side as he does so.

Just before his music hits, a spotlight hits the stage. This Fire Burns then hits along with Clutch's video package. Clutch comes out much less energetically than usual, staring at Johnson for a moment before shaking his head. He slaps hands with fans as he comes down the rope but looks much less interested than he normally would. He enters the ring and looks at Johnson, sighs and then climbs the turnbuckle, saluting the fans before dropping down and settling on the opposite side of the ring to his partner.

With the first team in the ring, Azrael begins the play and the fans cheer as Azrael enters on a zip-line and zip-lines his way over to the ring. When the chorus of the song hits, white light starts flashing and he descends from the zip-line. As he lands on the ring he takes off the zip-line hook and has an angelic pose. The song ends and he takes off his Angel Wings, before motioning to the entrance ramp. Green Day begins to play and El Timído walks down to the ring, looking around at the audience, surprised at how many people there are, nervously raising his hand and smiling, but then quickly putting it down again, embarrassed. He climbs into the ring and Azrael encourages him to climb the turnbuckles. El Timido begins to but then climbs down before backing away from Jeremiah Johnson, who squares up to him. Azrael gets in Johnson’s face instead and the official separates the two men.

Beast and the Harlot begins to play and The Studds walk out on the ramp and the graphics keep flowing from orange to black to orange again, in a stylish fashion. Napalm Studd starts moonwalking down to the ring as Nick flexes his muscles. They fist bump audience members and pump each other up before Napalm slips into the ring and then Nick follows. After star g down both teams who are already there, they start to shake the ropes and acknowledge the crowd, who give them a good reaction.

Motionless in White then plays and the fans stand and cheer. Davis Reynolds and Kassius Boone emerge onto the ramp and rile up the crowd before moving quickly down the ramp, slapping hands with as many people as they can before sliding into the ring and posing on the turnbuckles, walking straight through their opponents. When they drop down, Boone squares up to Johnson and Reynolds mocks El Timido with Scott Hall-like hand gestures.

The official calls all of the teams together before sending them off to their corners. El Timido gets straight to the outside, but all of the others remain in the ring. Timido looks a little embarrassed that no one else climbed out straight away. Azrael stands his ground as the Studds both reluctantly leave the ring. Anarchy have a hushed conversation and they both step out while Johnson and McCloud both stand strong. Johnson tells McCloud to get out of the ring but McCloud just stands and smirks at him, before running at Azrael and taking him down with a clothesline. The official calls for the bell and Johnson reluctantly steps through the ropes.

McCloud locks a chinlock onto Azrael and he keeps him grounded, lifting himself up and bringing a knee down between Azrael’s shoulder blades. Azrael starts to fight back, getting strong support from the fans. He elbows his way free and hits the ropes, ducking under a clothesline from Clutch and connecting with a step-up enzeguiri. Clutch is sent reeling towards his corner, and Johnson aggressively tags himself in. Clutch holds his arms out but Johnson enters and kicks Azrael hard in the gut before landing a clubbing blow across the back. Azrael drops to the mat and Johnson locks in a front facelock. El Timido reluctantly starts to slap his hand against the turnbuckle, but stops as soon as the fans start to respond. Azrael starts to fight his way back to his feet but Johnson looks for an early DD214. Azrael blocks it with a forearm to the gut which forces Johnson backwards.

MW: He has that one well scouted.
SD: If he hits that DD214, Azrael and Timido will be out of here.

Azrael lands a roundhouse kick to Johnson and tags in El Timido, who needs encouragement from his partner to enter. Timido steps towards Azrael, who arm drags him onto Johnson. Timido holds on for the cover, 1-2-no. Johnson kicks out and Timido pops up, landing on his feet before hitting a knee drop. The fans cheer and Timido looks around, not sure how to react. Azrael calls for the tag and Timido tags him in.

MW: Azrael’s going to fly!
SD: Johnson needs to be careful here.

Azrael climbs the ropes and looks for a frog splash, but Johnson gets his knees up, quickly grabbing hold of Azrael’s arm and locking in a Kimura lock. Azrael cries out in pain and Timido climbs the ropes…

MW: What's he waiting for?
SD: If he doesn't save Azrael, nobody else will.
MW: Timido needs take the risk here.

Timido climbs to the top rope but then drops down and kicks Johnson until he releases the hold. The official forces Timido back out of the ring as Azrael retreats towards the Studds. Napalm Studd reaches down and tags himself in. He and Johnson go to lock up but Johnson ducks, looking for a sleeper. Napalm drops down and kicks Johnson in the face before kipping up and hitting him with a dropkick. Johnson staggers back towards his corner and Clutch tags himself in. He steps through the ropes and circles Napalm Studd before the two of them lock up. Clutch gets the advantage and locks in a headlock, but is forced into the ropes and pushed away. He hits the opposite ropes and Napalm looks for a dropkick, but Clutch shrugs him off and Napalm lands hard on the mat. Clutch stomps on his hand, then his ankle, then his opposite hand and elbow. Napalm tries to roll away but Clutch pulls him back and lifts him, looking for a fisherman suplex.

MW: Napalm Studd in trouble here.
SD: Could be our first elimination.

Clutch hits the fisherman suplex and bridges for the cover, 1-2-no. Napalm manages to get his shoulder up. Clutch quickly gets to his feet and hits the ropes, hitting a sliding forearm to Napalm as he sits up. Clutch then pumps up the crowd and stalks Napalm Studd, going for a discus lariat but Napalm ducks and scrambles over to tag in Nick Studd. Nick comes in fast, hitting hard clotheslines to Clutch before slamming him down with a uranage. He covers Clutch, 1-2-no. Clutch kicks out. Nick lifts Clutch once again and whips him into the ropes, lifting him for a Samoan Drop but Clutch drops down, aims a kick at Nick but it's caught. He goes for an enzeguiri but Nick ducks and lands a leg drop to the back of Clutch’s neck. He makes the cover, 1-2-no. Clutch gets a shoulder up.

MW: Clutch really needs to tag out here.
SD: But will his partner accept the tag?

Nick tags in Napalm, who climbs to the top rope and waits for Clutch to get to his feet. As he does, he leaps and connects with a diving crossbody. Napalm gets to his feet and pumps up the crowd before backing away from Clutch and pointing both fingers at him. Clutch makes it to his knees and Napalm runs at him, looking for a V-Trigger but Clutch avoids it, sending Napalm into the ropes. As Napalm comes running back at him, Clutch connects with a desperation Pele kick before scrambling to his corner and reaching out for the tag.

SD: I knew it!
MW: Jeremiah Johnson stepping off the apron. He's leaving Clutch high and dry here.
SD: He's not leaving. He just didn't want to take the tag right there. He can see The Studds are on a roll and is being smart.

Clutch stares at his partner who smiles and points behind Clutch. Clutch turns as Napalm connects with the Trouble in Paradise, covering Clutch, 1-2-no. Clutch kicks out but it's close. Napalm tags in Nick and climbs to the top rope. Nick Studd pulls Clutch up for a powerbomb and Napalm dives at him… but Clutch drops down and crawls between Nick and Napalm’s legs, diving and making the tag to Kassius Boone. Boone comes in and takes both Studds down with clotheslines. He hits a discus clothesline to Napalm and then lifts Nick for a vertical suplex.

MW: Now that's an impactful move!
SD: Kassius Boone is the fresher man. Nick Studd is in trouble.

Boone pulls Nick Studd to his feet and looks for a chokeslam but Nick tries to elbow his way free. Boone ducks the final elbow and gets Nick back into position for the chokeslam, which he hits. He tags in Davis Reynolds and then lifts Nick Studd for a crucifix powerbomb, and Reynolds catches him with a neckbreaker.

MW: A Quick Drop!
SD: This is over for The Studds.

Reynolds holds on for the cover as Azrael holds Napalm Studd back, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: The Studds.

Azrael then climbs quickly into the ring and connects with leg kicks before taking Reynolds down with a roundhouse kick. He then backs away into the corner and stalks Reynolds before connecting with a running knee and popping up, leaping onto the top rope and hitting a perfect moonsault. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no. Boone enters and pulls Azrael off his partner. Boone lifts up Azrael for another chokeslam but Timido enters the ring, pausing as Boone sees him. Boone tries to grab Timido around the neck too but Timido and Azrael kick him in the gut before hitting a double enzeguiri to send Boone down. Boone rolls out of the ring as Azrael encourages Timido to climb to the top rope. Azrael pulls Reynolds in for a German suplex, which connects, before calling Timido down. Timido connects with a 450 splash and then Azrael connects with his own 450 from the opposite corner. Azrael holds for the cover, 1-2-no!

MW: Kassius Boone makes the save!
SD: He pulled Davis Reynolds out of the ring. There's no way he'd have kicked out of that.
MW: Incredible tandem offence from Azrael and Timido there.

Azrael points at Timido and then points at Anarchy on the outside. Timido looks reluctant but Azrael insists, and Timido bounces off the ropes, bouncing off again and again before launching himself between the ropes and taking down both members of Anarchy.

MW: Tope suicida!
SD: More like tope hesitato. He didn't want to dive at all.
MW: But he did. A good partner will bring out your best and that's what Azrael is doing for El Timido.

Azrael leads the fans in a rhythmic clap before looking like making his own dive, but he's cut off from behind by Jeremiah Johnson. Johnson drives Azrael into the corner and lands the Renegade Forearms… 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10

MW: Ten hard forearms. How is-
SD: Wait… there's more!

11…12…13…14…15…16…17…18…19…20. Azrael crumples to the mat as Anarchy begin to climb back into the ring. Johnson backs away and climbs out of the ring, with Clutch holding his arms out to ask what he's doing. Johnson calls out to say he's winning the match. Anarchy pull Azrael towards the middle of the ring and Boone lifts him for a crucifix powerbomb. Reynolds sets up for the neckbreaker but, out of nowhere, Timido takes him down with a discus forearm. He rolls towards the corner and Johnson tags himself in as Azrael drops behind Boone and hits him with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head. Boone staggers forward before Johnson hits him with a drop toe hold. Davis Reynolds recovers and hits a dropkick to El Timido to take him out of the ring, before sliding out after him and hitting him with a standing shooting star press on the outside. Meanwhile, Azrael bounces off the ropes and aims at Boone but Johnson cuts him off with a shoulder block and then pulls him in for the DD214.

MW: DD214!
SD: Possibly the most devastating move that anyone in FPW possesses! Say goodnight Azrael.

Johnson covers, 1-2-3.

Eliminated: Azrael and El Timido.

The fans boo as Johnson picks up Azrael and slings him out of the ring. Clutch enters the ring as Boone and Reynolds stand and the four men stare each other down.

MW: Here we go. We're down to the last two teams.
SD: Which of these teams will get a title shot in New Orleans?

The four men begin to exchange forearms but Boone ducks one from Johnson and Reynolds ducks one from Clutch. Clutch and Johnson run into the ropes and take down Anarchy with stereo running forearms. Clutch then goes to pump up the crowd before Johnson grabs him by the neck and the trunks and throws him over the top rope. The fans boo but Johnson merely smiles. He pulls Reynolds in for a DD214 and hits it, covering him, 1-2-no! Boone barely interrupts the count.

SD: Jeremiah Johnson almost won it!
MW: But why throw Clutch McCloud out of the ring?
SD: He wants to be the star himself. If he can beat Anarchy on his own then he'll prove how good he is.

Boone throws Johnson into the ropes and Johnson tries to take him down with a shoulder block but Boone barely staggers. Johnson tries a second time but Boone stands his ground again. Boone grabs hold of Johnson and lifts him for a vertical suplex, bringing him down hard. Boone stands but Clutch McCloud gets back into the ring, landing a springboard moonsault to take Kassius Boone down. Clutch gets back to his feet, but so does Boone. Clutch looks for a discus lariat but Boone ducks, only for Johnson to land a diving elbow… but Boone ducks again! Johnson hits the move on McCloud.

MW: He hit him again!
SD: But this time it was an accident!
MW: Was it? He didn't seem to try too hard to stop.
SD: He's going all out. He can't just stop!

Johnson stands over McCloud for a moment before turning, only for Boone to kick him hard in the gut and lift him for a crucifix powerbomb. Reynolds emerges and they're about to hit A Quick Drop…

“Hey!”

Anarchy pause and turn to the ramp, where they see Lecter Manson standing with Cannibal and Hannibal.

MW: That's… that's the Sons of Cerberus. What are they doing here?
SD: Shut up and find out.

“Anarchy… you wanted to face Hannibal and Cannibal in New Orleans… Be careful what you wish for. Challenge accepted.”

MW: Wow! But Anarchy could be fighting for the Tag Team Titles.
SD: Or maybe not!

Reynolds turns only for Johnson to hit him with a DD214. Boone lifts Johnson off Reynolds but he's met by a Technical Foul by Clutch McCloud. McCloud then looks at Johnson and holds his arms out before Johnson makes the cover, 1-2-3.

MW: Clutch McCloud and Jeremiah Johnson did it!
SD: Jeremiah Johnson did it, you mean.
MW: He tried to do it alone, but he needed Clutch at the end. These two could be our next FPW Tag Team Champions.

In the ring, Clutch offers his hand to Johnson who stares at it. Johnson shakes his head and walks out of the ring, leaving Clutch staring after him with his arms outstretched and his face looking quizzical.

[Jim Houston]

And here's the Baker v Saturn match:

MW: Well this one could be something special. Graham Baker impressed these fans on debut at New Batch in a losing effort to MDE, while James Saturn comes in with quite some pedigree. Who have you got here, Steven?
SD: It's tough to call. Between them they've had one match here in FPW, so we don't know much about them. Based on Baker’s match I'll pick Saturn.
MW: I for one thought Baker was impressive at New Batch and so, for the record, did his opponent, a man who I know you're very fond of.
SD: If MDE was impressed, then who am I to argue. I'm still picking Saturn though.

My Last Breath begins to play and the fans cheer as James Saturn makes his way onto the entrance ramp. He looks around him and breathes in the atmosphere before walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he gets towards the ring, before leaping onto the apron and vaulting over the top rope. He climbs the turnbuckles and pumps up the crowd, who respond well. After hitting all four corners, he falls back and the sound of machine gun fire fills the arena.

Smoke begins to flow freely as Graham Baker rises to the stage. He's met with loud cheers. As the smoke clears and the song intensifies, he stands up and raises his hands in the two-finger-gun motion as pyro echoes the same sound and motion of the gunfire from earlier, which plays again. He blows the fingers as if blowing the smoke away from two guns, and approaches the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckles to play to the crowd before dropping down and eyeing up James Saturn.

MW: A great reception for both of these competitors. Clearly these fans have been waiting for this one.
SD: Let’s see who wants it more and let’s see just what they'll do to progress to the semi finals.

The official calls for the bell and Baker and Saturn exchange a short handshake which leads to polite applause from the crowd. They lock up and Baker takes the advantage with a headlock, but he's soon shoved into the ropes, running across the ring and ducking under Saturn as he leapfrogs over him. Baker catches the top rope and the two lock up again, Saturn taking the advantage this time as he locks in a headlock and takes Baker to the mat. Baker tries for a head scissors but Saturn kicks out of it, both men getting to their feet before Baker hits an arm drag to the oncoming Saturn. He goes for another but Saturn carries the momentum into a cartwheel and turns to face Baker with a big grin on his face.

SD: I like this man’s confidence.
MW: He certainly has a lot of self-belief. Fast-paced start to this one and these fans are showing their appreciation.

Baker nods in recognition before they lock up again, Baker transitioning into a waist lock. Saturn moves him forward into the ropes but Baker rolls him up for a cover, 1-2-no. Saturn pushes Baker away and scrambles to his feet. Baker motions with his fingers that he was ‘this close’ to getting the win. Saturn smiles and the two men circle each other once again.

MW: These two look very evenly matched.
SD: Lots of respect in there tonight. One of them will have to change that sometime soon.

They go for another lock up but Saturn rolls underneath and goes for a schoolboy on Baker, 1-2-no. Baker forces him away but Saturn catches him by surprise with a dropkick before he's completely back to his feet. Baker drops to the mat and Saturn stomps on his arm, causing Baker to grab it in pain. Saturn grabs the wrist and locks in a hammerlock behind a seated Baker’s back, wrenching the arm and causing Baker to call out in pain. Saturn talks trash to Baker as he synches in the hold.

MW: James Saturn showing some technical savvy with this hold.
SD: Targeting the arm is wise. Baker can't use a lot of his moves with a busted arm.

Baker manages to fight to a knee, then up to a standing position, twisting his body out of the hold and locking in a hammock of his own, which he quickly transitions into a headlock, taking Saturn to the mat before transitioning again into an armbar. He torques the arm and Saturn is left calling out in pain.

MW: Both men targeting the arm early on in this one.
SD: If we’re going for a technical exchange then I'm picking Baker to come out on top. James Saturn needs to get out of this fairly quickly.

Saturn tries to pull himself to the ropes, but Baker steps over him, making it difficult for Saturn to drag himself across the ring. Instead, Saturn uses his other arm to sweep the kneeling leg of Baker, causing Baker to try and adapt the hold.

MW: Emergency Landing! Emergency Landing!
SD: If he can lock this in then it's over already!

Saturn links his hands to stop the hold from being fully locked in and manages to roll into a kneeling position, but Baker still maintains his strong grasp on the wrist. Saturn breaks his grip for a moment and Baker tries to take advantage by extending the arm, but Saturn lands a hard forearm to the face of Baker, causing the hold to be broken.

SD: There's that Japanese background. That had to hurt.

Saturn reels away, holding the arm and trying to get some feeling back into it. Baker checks his lip for blood as he staggers to his feet and the two face each other across the ring. Baker moves in but Saturn goes for a quick dropkick. Baker shoves him aside and grabs a wasitlock, looking for a German suplex. He hits it but Saturn flips onto his feet, dropping an elbow onto Baker and hooking both legs for a strong cover, 1-2-no.

MW: That was close.
SD: James Saturn showcasing his athleticism there as well as his quick thinking.

Saturn quickly grabs Baker’s arm and wrings it, striking at his shoulder repeatedly as Baker calls out in pain. Saturn backs into the corner and begins to climb up to the top rope, sticking his tongue out and grinning as he gingerly walks out across the rope and brings himself down with a hard chop to Baker’s chest. Baker drops to the mat and Saturn sizes him up. As Baker sits up, Saturn runs at him and hits him with a knee right into the face.

MW: That has to be it.
SD: He's out! Saturn advances.

Saturn covers Baker, 1-2-no!

MW: Unbelievable!
SD: Was that not three? Did he kick out before the three?
MW: Only two. The match goes on.

Saturn holds his head in his hands as Baker rolls towards the ropes, seemingly trying to get to the outside for some respite. Saturn grabs him before he can roll away however and grabs both legs, looking for the Saturn’s Walls.

MW: This is a dangerous hold. He's put away a lot of wrestlers with this one.
SD: But Baker’s fighting it.

Baker twists and turns, trying to avoid being turned onto his stomach. After a few moments of the struggle, Saturn stops, flipping himself on top of Baker for a cover, 1-2-no. Baker gets a shoulder up. Saturn grabs Baker by the arm once again, wringing it and striking at the shoulder. He backs into the corner and begins to climb, the crowd anticipating seeing him walk the ropes again. Saturn walks with more confidence this time, coming down with…

MW: Oh my God!
SD: What a counter from Graham Baker!

As Saturn comes down with the chop, Baker manages to catch him into a dragon suplex. Both men lie prone in the ring with the fans applauding loudly.

MW: This match is taking its toll on both of these men.
SD: Whoever makes it to their feet first will have a big advantage.

The official checks on both Baker and Saturn before beginning a count, 1….. 2….. 3…..

Neither man has stirred yet, with both breathing deeply on their backs.

4… 5… 6…

Saturn begins to roll towards the ropes as the official checks on both one more time.

7…

Saturn starts to pull himself up as Baker stirs.

8…

Baker manages to sit up but struggles to get to a standing position, while Saturn slips back down having almost made it to his feet.

9…

Baker manages to use the ropes to get to his feet as Saturn barely meets the count. The two men stagger towards one another in the middle of the ring. Baker aims a right hand at Saturn but Saturn ducks underneath hitting a step-up enzeguiri to send Baker reeling. Saturn hits the ropes and runs at Baker, hitting him with a diving clothesline and making the cover, 1-2-no! Baker again gets a shoulder up at the last minute as Saturn grabs hold of his already sore arm.

Saturn looks frustrated and rolls out of the ring, climbing the turnbuckles and waiting for Baker to make it to his feet. He signals for the end of the match before diving off the top rope looking for a spear…

MW: Oh my God! He's done it again.
SD: Graham Baker is ridiculous!

Somehow Baker manages to leap up and turn the spear attempt into a hurricanrana in mid-air. He holds for the cover, 1-2-no! Saturn this time barely manages to kick out. The fans stand and applaud loudly as both men try to use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet once more.

MW: What a match we're seeing here tonight.
SD: It just goes to show how this Young Lions Cup could make someone’s career. Neither man is willing to lose and both will do anything to win.

Baker is up to his feet first and he goes for another dragon suplex, but Saturn elbows him away. Baker turns and staggers back, turning back towards Saturn but he's hit with a huge clothesline. He falls and Saturn climbs to the top rope, looking for the Saturnsault. Baker, however, rolls out of the way but Saturn lands on his feet. Baker manages to spring up to his feet and catch him, hitting a snap German and scrambling for the cover.

MW: That's it!
SD: Baker surely this won now.

1…2…no! Saturn just manages to kick out. Baker can't believe it and he holds his arms out to the official as if to ask what he has to do to win the match. Baker looks at Saturn, who is desperately trying to get to his feet, and rolls under the bottom rope, setting himself up on the apron. As Saturn stands, Baker leaps to the top rope and looks for a springboard lariat.

MW: This time it's Saturn with an incredible counter!
SD: This match is just… just…
MW: Are you lost for words?
SD: …

Saturn manages to catch Baker with a dropkick. Baker crashes to the canvas and Saturn scrambles to make the cover, 1-2-….. Baker manages to get a foot on the ropes. Saturn raises his arms for a moment before realising that the official didn't count to three. He turns and looks down at Baker before climbing the turnbuckle again. As he hauls himself up, he pauses for a moment to shake out his aching arm, and that allows Baker to spring up just as Saturn reaches the top rope. Baker grabs him by the waist and hits a huge top rope German suplex.

MW: Baker just needs to make the cover!
SD: But he's hurt too!
MW: He's up… he's about to win this match… But wait…
SD: What's he doing?

Baker stands over Saturn and looks down at him for a moment. Instead of making the cover, he lifts Saturn, struggling, and grabs him, doubled over, around the waist.

MW: No way…
SD: He's doing it again. He's stealing it again.
MW: The MDE match is over. He needs to focus on winning this one.

Baker lifts Saturn and looks for the gutwrench powerbomb , but Saturn drops behind him and hits a clothesline to the back of Baker’s head. Baker falls to the mat and Saturn makes it over to the turnbuckles, climbing and finally hitting a picture perfect Saturnsault. He holds on for the cover, 1-2-3.

MW: James Saturn did it! He wins the quarter final match and advances to the semi finals. What an effort!
SD: And what an assist from Graham Baker. He had the match won. Why would he throw it away?
MW: Obviously he still has some psychological scars from his debut defeat to MDE.
SD: I bet that MDE is watching this somewhere with that trademark smug grin on his face. He's winning matches he's not even in!
MW: Lets not make this about anyone other than the two men in the ring. Both put on an incredible match tonight and I for one am very glad that I witnessed it.