PWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Despite the fact these two have never fought each other in the ring, each men knows the other vicariously through the PWA and the Sommers family. Jacob is the youngest nephew of Mark "Chamelion" Sommers and Michael "Raizzor" Sommers, and although he has been used as somewhat of a punching bag for the last couple of years for most PWA superstars, Jacob Collins has tenaciously come through his own in recent weeks, putting together three consecutive wins. Another man who has done the same is none other than 'The Apex Predator', formerly known as 'The Monster', Deacon Frost. Will Jacob's dreams of becoming a PWA champion finally come true, or will they be frozen by a reign of violence?
Eric Emerson: "The following match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is for the PWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenge, hailing from Portland, Oregon..."
As "Cells" by The Servant begins over the arena speakers, Jacob Collins walks out to the stage, a concentrated look on his face. Attired in a standard black spandex wrestling outfit, he moves at a brisk pace to the ring, high fiving the kids on each side of the entrance way.
Eric Emerson: "He stands 6 feet 2 inches and weighs in at 190 pounds tonight... he is "THE ROSTER KILLER"... JACOB... COLLINS!"
Once he reaches the ring, he climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes, hopping back and forth to loosen up.
Eric Emerson: "And his opponent, hailing from The Bowery..."
The fans quiet down in the arena as the lights go purple. Smoke slowly rises from the entrance. A rain like mist floats through the arena as the opening guitar riff of Johnny Cash’s “God's Gonna Cut You Down” blares through the speakers.
“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down”
“Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down”
Pyros explodes and out walks Deacon Frost. He is wearing a black leather duster. He has on black baggy jeans and black boots. Frost’s fist and forearms are covered in white tape. Frost stands in the middle of the pyros going off around him. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. Frost steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope.
Eric Emerson: "He stands 7 feet tall and weighs in tonight at 326 pounds... your PWA Television Champion..."
“Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"”
Eric Emerson: "DEACON FROST!"
The fans go wild as the big man paces around the ring. Frost settles into the corner and waits for the match to get started as the music dies down.
DING DING DING!
With the sound of the bell, it would seem apparent that Jacob Collins future as a PWA superstar is in question. Towering over him, even standing a few feet away, Deacon Frost gives Collins a smile that is cold and promising of pain. Collins, to his credit, doesn’t bolt from the ring, but also does not seem eager to rush in where angels fear to tread. Nodding his head to say he’s ready, Collins does the unthinkable, he motions with his left hand to ‘Come get some.” Frost, apparently, doesn’t take too kindly to his bold attitude and stalks forward.
Frost goes to lock up but Collins ducks under and behind him. Frost is quick to turn and reach for the smaller competitor but again, Collins ducks and rolls, coming up towards the corner. Grunting his frustration, Frost stalks in, his patience at an end. Collins tries to duck right but Frost grabs him and throws him back into the corner. Collins tries the other way, with the same result. Frost then grounds Collins against the corner with two solid elbows before he whips the younger man across the ring to the other corner with such force that Collins hits with his chest and falls flat onto his back, clenching the now swollen area just below his throat.
Frost stomps over, the whole ring seeming to shake and picks Collins up again. He smiles his predator like smile and throws Collins into the corner again. Frost then rears back and charges, intending to splash Collins and end this match as quick as it began. Collins, however, ducks yet again and Frost hits the empty corner. Collins then rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.
Frost recovers quickly and slides out and chases Collins around the ring as the ref begins the mandatory ten count. Collins slides in and as Frost follows, Collins drops an elbow across Frost’s back. Frost shakes it off and Collins scurries out of the ring before he get manhandled yet again. Frost growls and gives pursuit. On the outside, Frost catches Collins and throws him into the steel steps at ringside. Collins shakes his head and turns as Frost again comes barreling in, and as Frost goes to connect with a knee to Collins face, Collins moves and Frost slams his knee with tremendous force into the steel steps.
Frost falls, holding his knee and gasping with pain as Collins slides back into the ring. The ref counts, reaching a full nine before Frost is able to crawl into the ring. At this point, the apparent training by the Devious Chamelion comes into play. Collins begins working on the injured knee, stomping away at it, before Frost can get his balance back.
Collins drops an elbow on the knee, wrenches it back with both hands and rips it around while Frost desperately tries to push Collins off. The TV Champion curses as Collins runs to the ropes, bounces off and actually does a leg drop right onto the pained knee. Collins then tries for a figure four, but even with the pain and injury, Frost is easily able to throw Collins off.
Standing gingerly, Frost has his vertical base back as Collins turns and Collins gets a vicious clothesline for his efforts. Nearly decapitated, Collins is almost out as Frost pulls him to his feet and throws him back into the corner. Three blunt-force-trauma elbows to Collins face puts a new meaning into plastic surgery and Frost, with no mercy, hips tosses Collins into the center and then drops another elbow into his chest before making a cover.
Without preamble, Frost picks Collins up and delivers The Age of the Fall, and covers again.
Thr/Shoulder barely up.
Frost sighs, the kid not staying down and picks him up yet again. Signaling this is the end, Frost whips Collins into the ropes and goes for the Frostbite. He catches Collins and swirls him around, but somehow, someway, Collins gets a hold of Frost’s neck and brings him down with a modified ‘RKO’ like move. The crowd is stunned, as Collins rolls Frost over, drapping an arm above his body.
Collins gasps, struggling to his feet as Frost follows, still favoring the knee. Frost does not blink when Collins applies a sharp chop across his chest, which prompts the crowd to cheer.
Frost shrugs and throws Collins into the corner and runs in after him, yet again. Collins, yet again, ducks and as Frost back steps from the corner, Collins clips his knee, and due to the already tweaked position, Frost falls, causing the ring to shake. Collins scrambles to the corner and climbs and taking just a brief second to look to the crowd, who cheer him on, he wows everyone with a 450 splash, landing onto of Frost. The move took the wind out of Collins who makes the rookie mistake of not hooking a leg.
Collins shakes his head, seeing his opportunities fade away. Standing, Collins slides to the outside, grabbing Frost’s leg and pulling it out with him. The ref counts, warning Collins, but he ignores the ref and slams Frost’s injured leg against the steel post. Frost roars in pain, and tries to pull away, but Collins answers with a second, then a third slam of the leg into the steel. The ref, nearing nine, gets Collins attention and he slips back inside the ring.
With the momentum on his side, Collins drives his knee into the back of Frosts injured knee and then again goes for a Figure-Four leg lock on the seven foot tall monster. Hooking it in, Collins rears back with all his strength and the ref checks on Frost, asking if he wants to give in.
Frost shakes his head no, and with his upper body strength, turns himself around and gets Collins into the unfavorable position. Collins squirms out of the lock quickly and gets to his feet as fast as he can, to work out the kinks and beat Frost to his feet.
Frost is back to his feet and spins, and as Collins comes in, Frost catches him by the throat and hits a chokeslam. Collins is flattened, and Frost lifts him up, careful not to put pressure on his knee and pulls Collins between his legs and flips him up into a powerbomb position before turning and throwing him into the turnbuckle!
Frost covers, slowly.
Frost can’t believe the tenacity of this kid and he scoops him up for a body slam, but Collins slides out behind him and clips Frost’s knee yet again. Frost drops down, and Collins backs against the ropes for a moment to catch his breath.
Jon McDaniel: "Collins is being relentless on that knee of Frost's, Brian."
Brian Rentfro: "He realizes he needs every advantage possible to win this match. It's cheap, but it works."
Jon McDaniel: "Aren't you a fan of cheap though? Like your cologne?"
As Frost hobbles up, Collins comes in and chops at the knee yet again. Frost stumbles but does not go down. Collins comes in again, but Frost turns and answers with a big boot to Collins’ face, flattening the challenger on his back. Frost knows this kid will continue to gnaw away at his injury and plans to put him away immediately. Still, his knee is giving him so much pain he knows most of his moves could backfire. Frost rolls Collins over onto his belly and then sits on his back and brings his upper body up, cupping his hands under Collins chin and rearing back. Collins screams in pain.
Frost grins menacingly, rearing back, applying more pressure. Collins struggles, the pain evident in his features. With desperation, Collins begins hammering back on Frost’s knee, striking it as hard as he can. Frost bites down, but soon the pain is too much and he lets go, so he can get away and shake the pain out. As Frost steps away, Collins crawls to the corner, breathing hard to get air into his lungs. Frost turns then, angry as all hell and wobbles towards Collins. Collins then strikes, hitting a Super-kick, obviously learned from his uncle, and with all his might, clips Frost in the wounded knee. Frost cries out and drops to both knees and Collins strikes with a second Super kick, right to Frost’s nose. It doesn’t break, but the impact causes Frost to fall on his back. Collins, wasting no time at all, goes up to the corner yet again, and not even acknowledging the cheers, soars with a Frog Splash, the full impact landing on Frost’s knee!! Collins then rolls on top, and hooking the injured knee, covers Frost.
DING! DING! DING!
Eric Emerson: "And the winner of this match... your new PWA Television Champion... JACOB COLLINS!"
Collins rolls off, and away as quick as a cat, shock and awe on his face as the referee raises his hand and awards him the PWA TV Championship.
Jon McDaniel: "Unbelievable! Jacob has pulled the upset of his career and defeated the Apex Predator!"
Brian Rentfro: "I guess all that damage to Frost's knee paid off. Good show, fella."
Jon McDaniel: "And Jacob finally captures gold here in the form of the PWA Television Championship right here on Overdrive!"
Frost rolls out of the ring and heads backstage. Collins basks in the glory for a few more moments as the crowd goes wild for the young man.