FOR THE GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP! WITH CAREERS AT STAKE!
17 (c) vs. Mike Quackenbush
17’s cold and calculating nature is soon replaced by an arrogance backed up by the titles he holds in his possession. The double champion doesn’t approach Quackenbush right from the off, instead, much to the disbelief, turned anger of Quackenbush and the crowd, he starts swaggering around the ring, mocking the exact moves of the late Chikara great, Larry Sweeney!
Quackenbush’s face is that of thunder, and he soon lets out the lightening, 17 clearly not knowing what he’s letting himself in for as Quackenbush pummels him with right hands before grabbing him by the throat and tossing him across the ring! 17 gets to his feet, but the same thing happens, this time tossed to the opposite side of the ring! Bouncing off back first and getting to his feet, 17 is powerless as he is grabbed again, but this time, he’s tossed into the turnbuckle and hits it back first, crashing hard to the mat!
17 holds his back, but he tries to roll away, and gets as far as the ring apron before he’s caught by the outreached hand of Quackenbush! 17 is dragged to his feet, and holding his body against the ropes, Quackenbush hammers away at his chest with forearm shots, 17’s body rebounding into the ropes, only staying on the ring apron because of Black’s desire to keep him there.
About ten shots later, Quackenbush’s assault recedes, but not before he grabs 17 and in a harkening back to seconds earlier, he tosses 17 back in the hard way. Quackenbush gets down to the mat and hooks his leg for the cover! … but only for a one, an easy kickout by 17. Half expected it, Quackenbush propels to his feet, and with the fans on his side and belief in his heart, Quackenbush continues to move the match forward. When 17 reaches his feet, holding his back, he tries to kick out, and succeeds with a couple of hard shots to the knee, but as he doubles over and takes the time to recover, he takes too much, and when he runs and attempts a clothesline … he’s thrown down neck first on the bottom rope!
Bouncing violently off, 17 rolls around in extreme anguish, but he has no time to recover, trying to crawl away, but getting dragged back! He kicks out and tries to escape again, this time crawling, but Quackenbush takes him over with a snapmare before running the ropes, and with 17’s back facing him, he slides across the mat and delves an elbow deep into it! 17 collapses forward and to the mat, Quackenbush again making the cover, this time securing 17’s right arm under his body so he can’t get an arm out! … so he kicks out instead! 17 immediately rolls away, and as Quackenbush gets to his feet, he takes a moment to ponder his next line of attack as a backdrop of cheering fans lay behind him.
He allows 17 the space to recover briefly, the double-champion dragging himself to his feet, but with the help of the ropes with one hand, his other hand holding his back as he tries to stretch the pain out. What he’s unaware of is he’s about to get a whole load more, and when he turns, Quackenbush delivers a thrust palm strike, knocking him back into the ropes! Quackenbush stands back and attempts another … so 17 dodges in desperation! It works as Quackenbush hits the ropes! … ENZUIGIRI BY 17 SENDS QUACKENBUSH FLYING FROM THE RING! - NO! He holds onto the ropes and falls onto the ring apron!
Quackenbush grasps the ropes, but as 17 tries to nail him with some punches, Quackenbush blocks them, battling against his spaghetti legs. His work though, it goes for nothing, 17 bringing him down to his knees! 17 backs off for a second as he shakes his head and adjusts his suit around his uncomfortable back, but as he returns to the scene of the crime … Quackenbush bursts through the ropes and spears 17 right out of his shoes! He’s layed over 17! … 1 … 2 .. KICK OUT BY 17 IN THE LAST CHANCE SALOON!
Quackenbush rolls away, now inflicted with his own share of pain, shaking away the cobwebs of the Enzuigiri he was caught with. As he gets to his feet, 17 does the same, but it’s clear whose had the worst of the opening, Quackenbush quicker off the mark, grabbing 17 for a snap suplex. 17 wraps his legs around Quackenbush’s, stopping him from following through, so he instead pushes GEKIDO’s lead sergeant off into the ropes, 17 returns but slides through his legs, Quackenbush turning on his heel and before 17 can get up … he drops an elbow!
17 continues to try and fight to get up, but a couple more elbows stop his charge!
Quackenbush leaps to his feet … he has Chain Lightning in mind! … a first jumping moonsault connects! … a second jumping moonsault connects! … he attempts a third! - 17 ROLLS FROM DANGER! Quackenbush hits the mat face first and 17 runs the ropes and delivers a sliding dropkick, knocking Quackenbush across the ring! 17’s still not in the best of health though, retreating back to the corner of the ring, his back still hurting, the irony of this injury not loss on Quackenbush who has spent months trying to stop 17 from permanently rendering his already weakened back useless.
17 gets to his feet in the corner and Quackenbush does the same, his lip busted upon a bit by his hard face-first meeting with the mat. 17 is the one this time who attempts a suplex, but he too fails, Quackenbush sliding off and behind him! Quackenbush runs the ropes and when he returns, he slithers in and behind 17, putting him in a full nelson! Quackenbush lifts him up! … but 17 reverses out, Quackenbush rolling through and to his feet! 17 attempts a Roundhouse Kick, but it’s ducked, Quackenbush again wriggling behind him! … and this time he gets him locked into an abdominal stretch!
Quackenbush exposes 17 to his mastery of the wrestling craft, synching in the hold in no time at all! 17 waves his free arm and tries to punch to get free, but Quackenbush stretches it out even more, even using his knee to dig into the back of 17 whilst he has the hold locked. 17 though is nothing but resilient, and after having the hold locked and with 17 showing no signs of giving up, Quackenbush lets him go, the masked man falling to the mat below.
As he lays there, Quackenbush turns him over and grabs the arm! … and focuses his attention on the wrist! Quackenbush looks for an eye for an eye, retaliation for the wrist injury 17 gave him earlier in the year, but 17 manages to knock him out of the way, kicking him very nearly out of the ring! Quackenbush grabs the ropes just in time and turns around, grabbing the arm of 17 again and dragging him and his kicking legs to the corner of the ring. 17 tries to get free, but he fails as Quackenbush lays him straight down on the mat …
… before climbing up to the top rope! He’s high above the ring and as he looks down at 17, he shows no fear, no respect, no playing of the waiting game as he dives off, looking for the senton bomb! - 17 ROLLS AWAY! … but Quackenbush shows his awareness as he manages to roll through and get to his feet too! He’s near the opposite corner now and turns his head … ONLY TO GET MET BY A RUNNING DROPKICK FROM 17! Quackenbush’s head and upper neck collides hard with the turnbuckle and when he stumbles out, 17, layed on the mat, swipes his legs violently from him!
17, favouring his back, but doing his best to put it behind him, is in no mood to not take advantage of a rare slipup, so he drafts Quackenbush to his feet … before depositing him over the top rope, Quackenbush bouncing onto the ring apron and falling to the outside with 17 in hot pursuit as he climbs out of the ring and follows.
17 shows his mean streak for the first time in the match, dragging Quackenbush to his feet and without a second’s thought, delivers him straight into the ring apron! Quackenbush bounces off, but isn’t allowed to fall as 17 grabs him, hooking his arm and lifting him up! - THE PATRIARCH IS DELIVERED GUT-FIRST ONTO THE EDGE OF THE GUARDRAIL!
Quackenbush stays on top of the guardrail, shouting in pain, but 17 can’t help but smile, clenching his fists and delving it right deep into the side of his bitter foe and keeping it there for a good few seconds! As the referee’s count continues, 17 slides back into the ring to break it … but isn’t done yet! He immediately climbs back out to the ring apron, looking down at Quackenbush, still layed over the top of the guardrail. The fans start to clear, fearing what is to come, and they were right to! … 17 DIVES FROM THE RING APRON AND DROPS A LEG OVER A PRONE QUACKENBUSH!
Sheer hatred burning through, 17 puts not just his body, but his life at stake for one shot at the infliction of pain on the man he hates most! 17 lays as injured as Quackenbush, both men down and most certainly out. 17 is able to make it up first, but only barely dragging his body back under the ropes and into the ring … the referee continues the count though, and as he does, only slight flickers of life are apparent from Quackenbush, but the crowd remain hopeful, they spur him on, applauding, 17 shouting at the referee to “end his misery”, but as the count gets to eighteen, and then nineteen, Quackenbush is close … and he just, JUST gets back into the ring before the twenty!
17 isn’t ready to let him get away with things though, kicking at his back when he gets back into the ring! Quack battles back up toward his feet, but as he struggles up, he gets a swift kick to the knee, 17 lifting him up for a snap suplex … but his knee collapses on him, his injured back working against him! Quack slides off behind him and runs the ropes, but when he attempts a clothesline on his return, 17 sticks out an elbow! Quack is stopped momentarily, but as he again launches himself toward the Grand Champion … 17 bursts around and batters him with an uppercut, sending Quackenbush flying!
Quackenbush bounces against the ropes and as he struggles to defend himself, 17 pounces and drags him forward by grabbing his arm! … and then dragging him to the mat! The crowd has every right to be concerned as 17 tries to synch in the Fujiwara Armbar! Quackenbush struggles though, waving his left arm and managing to crawl quickly, and furiously to the ropes! Quackenbush is saved, but not out of danger, as he discovers when 17 runs the ropes and comes back, dropping a running knee on the arm which stretched out toward the ropes!
Rolling away, Quackenbush holds his left arm, but as he does, 17 grabs it. He smirks as he changes the hold to his wrist, Quackenbush shaking his head, almost pleading, but as he lays prone and defenseless, 17 does the unthinkable … and lets go of the wrist … “That’d be too easy …” he mouths … before throwing the arm back down to the mat below and stomping on it without mercy!
17 drags his great foe to his feet, shooting him off into the corner of the ring. 17 follows him in, a hard clothesline connecting! Quackenbush stays upright, but is groggy, and is soon taken to the turf when 17 again runs at him, like an express train behind its schedule, a Stinger Splash sending Quackenbush down! There’s no rest for the wicked though, as 17 drags Quackenbush toward the corner once more. Smiling, he points at Quackenbush as he slides to the outside, dragging Quackenbush closer to the corner. The crowd soon become aware of his dangerous intentions, and they become clear to everyone watching, and Quackenbush himself when his leg is thrown into the steel pole! The crack can be heard as Quackenbush rolls away in agony, 17 standing like a statue, having started to dissect Mike Quackenbush, limb from limb.
17 slides back into the ring and bringing Quackenbush to his feet, he lifts him up, and its third time lucky for the double champion as he this time manages to nail Quackenbush with a suplex! He hooks the leg! … but The Man of a Thousand Holds gets out at the count of two! … crucially, not able to kick out, instead raising a solitary arm!
The crowd raise from their slumber, their hands clapping furiously as they try and get behind their man, their chants and cheers louder than they have been since the match’s start. Getting to his feet, 17 looks around him, shaking his head as he looks out at the public. The camera zooms in, 17 seen mouthing “it won’t make a difference”, his lip curling as his head turns and he looks at Quackenbush, hobbling as he tries to crawl toward the corner. Like a wounded, stranded dog, Quackenbush continues to crawl toward the corner, but as he gets there and places his hands up onto the middle turnbuckle … 17 bursts forward and throws a dropkick his way, Quackenbush’s head bouncing off of the turnbuckle!
Before he can fall down, 17 grabs him from behind, Quackenbush powerless to resist … and he’s taken over with a Tiger Driver! … his shoulders are pinned to the mat! … 1 … 2 .. NEAR FALL! Quackenbush survives … JUST! The crowd roars, again trying to get behind their man, but he doesn’t, and can’t respond. His arm slightly hurt, his leg with a steel imprint upon it, his head rattled, Quackenbush is barely with it as 17 stands above him, his demeanour and the way he’s going about things making it quite clear how confident he feels, and who is in the ascendency.
The onslaught now bears on the edge of being fatal, Quackenbush resorted to grabbing the tights of 17 as he manages to drag himself up to a kneeling position! He looks up at 17, but their eyes are hardly able to meet before he’s cruelly thrown back down to the mat by 17 with a cold, hard slap! Bending down, 17 slaps Quackenbush around the back of his head a few more times, the boos continuing as the sheer contempt and disrespect 17 feels for Quackenbush comes pouring out.
Swift kicks are soon thrown into the gut of Quackenbush, the Founder tossed around the ring like a rag doll. A strut starts to become apparent as 17 walks around the ring, feeling like he is the master of said ring, and it was hard to argue with him. The crowd have given up even booing him, sat on their hands, forced to watch as Quackenbush is dispatched to all sides and corners of the ring. Quackenbush gets to his knees momentarily, and 17 shows him that was a mistake as he grabs his face and claws away at his face, pulling his mouth apart and grabbing at the eyes! 17 is apathetic to the referees count, but when he gets to four, 17 lets go, not wanting the match to stop when he was having so much fun.
17 drags Quackenbush to his feet, not easy because the latter is not moving freely and 17 is having to do it all himself. Hooking him up, 17 lifts him up, Quackenbush seated on his shoulders! He roars “END TIME!” as he runs forward toward the corner turnbuckle! … POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! – QUACKENBUSH MANAGES TO STOP JUST SHORT OF THE CORNER!!
17 follows him in, shock that he manages to avoid collision with the corner, but Quackenbush dodges! His left leg gives out as he does so though, so when 17 stops himself, he has free reign to kick out at Quackenbush! Quackenbush backs away, but when 17 runs the ropes and launches toward him, Quackenbush grabs him by the neck … and nails the neckbreaker from nowhere! He hooks the leg! … 1 … 2 .. KICK OUT BY 17! The crowd jumps, the referee’s so hand to counting the three! The crowd continue to stand and applaud though, sensing their support can rouse Quackenbush on.
Quackenbush gets to his feet, but is clearly hobbling. 17 is holding his neck as he pulls himself up, but he’s only able to get to his knee before Quackenbush starts to unload with some Kobashi-style chops! 17’s chest starts to go a beetroot red, but he hits out and hits the left leg of Quackenbush, an undeniable target! Quackenbush hits a couple more chops, but again, 17 puts the pain aside to hit another kick out to the leg of Quackenbush, but this time hard enough to make Quackenbush relinquish his assault for just a moment longer …
Quackenbush goes down to one knee for a moment, holding his left leg, and when he goes to respond once more … 17 hits a roaring elbow! Quackenbush’s legs turn to jelly, rocking and rolling like Elvis would himself … dropkick from 17! Quackenbush still doesn’t go down though! He’s as resolute as he is passionate, instead thrown back into the ropes, but when he stumbles back out, 17 aims a kick in the gut and hooks his arms, lifting him up! … BRAINBUSTER!
Quackenbush crashes brain first to the mat, but 17 has done as much damage to himself, holding his back as he lays on the mat! He struggles over onto his stomach and starts to crawl toward Quackenbush, all the while, holding his back with his right hand. He eventually gets to Quackenbush, but he’s taken his time, one solitary arm being draped over his body! … 1 … 2 .. NEAR FALL! QUACKENBUSH WILL NOT BE BEATEN!! HE SURVIVES AGAIN!!
17 smashes the mat as he rolls away from Quackenbush, holding his back even still. As he gets to his feet, he points at the referee, clearly threatening him as he wonders how the Brainbuster wasn’t enough. Quackenbush is still not moving too comfortably, so as 17 drags him toward his feet, by the hair no less, he remains in control, as he has been for so long, he lifts Quackenbush head and looks into his eyes … BEFORE BEING TAKEN DOWN TO THE MAT! SMALL PACKAGE! … 1 … 2 … ANOTHER NEAR FALL!
The crowd thought that was it, jumping for joy, only to realize it wasn’t quite the end. Yet. 17 gets to his feet quickly, Quackenbush following, though not as fast, 17 starts to loose his cool as he rushes like a headless chicken … but collides with the ring post in the corner, shoulder first as Quackenbush ducks and rolls! Quackenbush sees his chance and rushes behind 17 who rebounds out of the corner … bulldog connects! 17’s head hits the mat hard as he rolls away and toward the ropes. He tries to crawl out to the ring apron, but Quackenbush reaches out and grabs his leg, pulling him back toward the center of the ring!!
17’s legs wave as he tries to get free, but Quackenbush instead throws it down to the mat several times. 17’s counterattack stops momentarily, and Quack looks to take advantage, dragging 17 to his feet and shooting him into the corner of the ring. Quackenbush tries to follow him in! … but his left leg gives way and he collapses to one knee! He gets to his feet once more, but it’s given 17 time and he rushes out of the corner … CLOTHESLINE! - ducked! Quackenbush turns on his heel, Shard stopping in his tracks and turning … kick from Quackenbush! QD II attempt! 17 wriggles free and in front of Quackenbush, rolling Quackenbush up for the cover! … but Quackenbush rolls through too! They both jump to their feet … Quackenbush has got the arm of 17 locked, he brings him down to the mat! … Crossface is locked in!
… but 17 gets his leg up and wraps it around the shoulder of Quackenbush! Both men let go of their potential submission maneuvers , they both spin up and to their feet … kick by Quackenbush to the back of 17! Diving chop block to the left shin by 17! Both men stand to their feet and look at eachother, nose to nose, their weaknesses no longer factoring too much as their intensity to succeed takes over!
Strikes from both men rain down like rain from the sky, unholy intense power from each and every single one of them as nine months of warfare come down to one epic battle for ultimate supremacy. Each man starts to back away from the other as the shots start to take their toll, but the headshots are soon replaced when Quackenbush feigns for a head shot, only to duck under and behind 17! He clubs him in the back, once again targeting that area before lifting him up … and nailing a vicious Backdrop Driver! 17 is taken down almost dead on his head, Quackenbush slides an arm across the Grand Champion, not mustering enough to hook the leg! … NEAR FALL! 17 GETS A HAND ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE! … Quackenbush drags him back near the center of the ring, and hooks the leg this time! … ANOTHER NEAR FALL! This time, 17 is able to get an arm out!
Quackenbush gains his footing, shaking out his left leg, and as he looks around him, he sees the crowd on their feet. “QUACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!” is the chant, getting behind their man, knowing this spell of the game was do or die. Quackenbush stands, poised and ready to strike, like a viper, 17 struggling as he scrapes around on the mat and shakes his head.
He crawls toward the ropes, but as he grabs it, thinking he’s safe, his mask is grabbed! Quackenbush wants to know his identity and he starts to rip it from his head! The crowd roars, but 17, in pure desperation to protect himself and his identity, rattles off some elbow shots and when Quackenbush eventually lets go, he readjusts the mask and launches at Quackenbush! … SPEAR! - NO! Quack moves and 17 nearly falls through the middle ropes and to the outside! He grabs out and stops himself just in time, but when he turns … running knee strike to the head! Quackenbush tosses 17 to the mat, he grabs his arm and legs! … CHIKARA SPECIAL! … 17 BATTLES AND WRIGGLES HIS WAY BENEATH THE ARCHED RIGHT LEG OF QUACKENBUSH AND SLIDES AWAY FROM HIM!
Quackenbush turns … but 17 dives at his knee, but Quackenbush jumps! 17 slides past him, but Quackenbush lands hard on the injured left leg and falls to his knee! 17 runs up to Quackenbush and grabs his arm, twisting it and flipping Quackenbush over onto the mat! His back is pinned to the mat as 17 hooks his arm up … OH NO! CHIKARA SPECIAL IS IN! 17 HAS GOT THE CHIKARA SPECIAL LOCKED IN ON THE MAN WHO CREATED IT!
Quackenbush tries to battle, but unlike 17, despite it being his very own move, he’s powerless to resist as the move is not just in, but locked in and doing its damage! The crowd chants the name of Mike Quackenbush once more, but as they try and lift him, it doesn’t seem to be working, Quackenbush screaming, his eyes bright and wide, but the pain etched on his face!
“JUST QUITE MIKE!” … “GO HOME MIKE” … “LOOK AFTER YOUR WIFE!!” are the cries from 17 as he provides his own commentary! Quackenbush is almost in tears, the pain becoming too much, but knowing he won’t give up, he can’t give up … can he?
The fans continue to heap faith upon him, but as the seconds continue to tick by, Quackenbush’s fight fades, and 17’s resistance becomes ever stronger as he readjusts the hold to make it even more effective! Quackenbush is fading as the seconds go by, one by one, he fades enough that his arms start waving, his eyes starting to close, there’s hardly no response as Bryce Remsburg looks on … he looks as conflicted himself, he holds his head in his hands and shakes his head …”MIKE!” he shouts, but there is no real response. He’s got to do his job …
… “DO IT!” shouts 17, Remsburg shakes his head, a look of pure hatred as he locks eyes with 17! … and he calls for the bell!
WINNER, VIA TKO WITH THE CHIKARA SPECIAL AND STILL GRAND CHAMPION OF CHIKARA - 17