JASON “CRASH” JACKSON VS. DON WINTERS
Nick Stuart: And we’re back with another exciting first round match up. We’ve seen Jason “Crash” Jackson in action once so far, and we get an in ring debut from…
Richard Parker: DOM WINTERS!
Nick Stuart: It’s Don, Richard. It’s Don.
Richard Parker: Oh…
The arena lights drop into darkness, save for the backlights in the entryway, as a mix of curious silence and spontaneous cheers comes over the crowd. With haste, a figure emerges from the back and stands head high, fist raised, and strikes a pose for a brief second.
Vince Howard: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Buffalo, New York, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at 238 lbs… JAAAAAAAAAAAASON ‘CRAAAAAAAAAAASH’ JACKSON!
LEEEET’S GET READY TO RUUUMMMBLE
The bell dings as Volbeat’s “A Warrior’s call” floods the airwaves and brings the lights back up. A chaotic lightshow takes over the entrance ramp, with flashing white and red strobe lights, before Crash jumps in the air and stomps both feet in clear view for everyone to see. He roars violently with a fiery, toothy grin before beginning his frantic descent to the ring.
FEEL THE FIRE, HE’S ENTERING THE RING
HIS MINDSET KNOWS ONLY HOW TO WIIIIIIIN
Crash reaches the ring while pumping his fist in unison with the beat, being joined by many fans simply out of respect for fist pumping, and scales the stairs at the same hellacious pace before turning around to roar at the crowd again.
UNLEASHING HIS HELL
YOU WON’T EVEN HEAR THE BELL
He leaps the top rope and lands with a thunderous rattle before pacing around the ring and nodding his head repeatedly. He stops in the middle, facing the crowd.
FEEL THE POWER OF THE WAAAAARRIOOOOR!
Nick Stuart: Lot of energy here from Crash.
Richard Parker: Ya think? He might gas himself before we even get going here.
Crash steps towards the crowd, slamming his fist into the air and yelling along with the song.
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
He turns to the opposite side of the arena and offers the same sentiment.
LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMBLE
Much more fist pumping begins with sweat flying off his face and arms, landing on the lucky fans in the front row.
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
The music begins to die out as Crash locks in on his opponent with an alarming stare, holding a violent gaze and snarl that raises red flags all over the place.
Richard Parker: That was an experience.
Nick Stuart: And here comes what I would imagine is a much different experience from Don Winters.
Vince Howard: And his opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 254 lbs. THE REVELATOR DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON WINTERS!
The first upbeat notes of ‘Movin’ On Up’ sound through the darkened arena and as the words “my light shines on” are sung, a spotlight points to the entrance where ‘The Revelator’ Don Winters stands. He stomps his right foot, claps his hands, and throws his head back, arms out in a crucifix position as boos begin in earnest.
Richard Parker: Why does everyone hate men of faith. Persecution I say!
Nick Stuart: Oh here we go…
Richard Parker: Hoyt, Don, look at these heathens.
He composes himself and struts to the ring with the beat of the music, ignoring the jeers from shouting fans. He climbs the ring steps, vaults over the top rope and slumps to his knees in the center of the ring before throwing his arms out in the crucifix one more time. Elvis Nixon checks Don Winters over and calls for the bell.
DING DING
Richard Parker: Look at that, Hoyt sent down Elvis Nixon to help out.
Nick Stuart: Elvis Nixon does not work for Hoyt Williams.
Richard Parker: Yeah, he might work for Don Winters now.
Crash is shot out of a cannon at the sound of the bell and hurls himself across the ring. Jackson comes into close proximity with Don Winters and the veteran tries to slide out of the way but Crash is a flurry of right hands and Winters is able to turn himself a bit and holds his hand out flexing it for Crash to grab it.
Richard Parker: Test of strength kid.
Crash reaches for the hand and Winters locks it up but steps in closer and drives a knee into Crash’s midsection.
Richard Parker: So perfect.
Nick Stuart: Don Winters, the next big favorite of Richard Parker. Great.
Richard Parker: Listen Nick, Farthington isn’t on the show, I have to watch Jiles later. I have this, I have Don Winters.
Crash doubles over but Winters keeps the grip on the wrist and walks his opponent around the ring, he transitions into an arm wrench and slips behind Crash for a hammerlock. Jackson swings his arm back frantically but Winters does his best to avoid the flailing and directs Crash into the turnbuckles. Jackson tries to spin around on Winters, but Winters wrenches the hammerlock tighter up behind Jackson stopping him in his tracks. At the same time Winters slips his arm around Jackson’s mid section.
Nick Stuart: OH!
Richard Parker: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT DONNY BABY!
Winters violently snaps Jackson over his head, slamming him to the mat shoulders and neck first. Jackson flips all the way over onto his stomach, and Winters is right back to his feet. Jackson slowly begins to press himself up from the mat, Winters waits for him to take his hands off of the mat and smashes him across the chest with a huge chop. Crash grabs at his chest and cringes, he looks up at Winters and grimaces.
Nick Stuart: Big chop from Crash!
Crash smashes Winters across the chest, Winters fires back with another chop, Crash lets another rip, back and forth, back and forth. Winters fires another that stings across Crash’s chest, Jackson roars, pulls himself back as far as he can, and lets fly with another chop that staggers Winters. Jackson shoves Winters backwards, exposing his chest again and he lets another chop rip and Winters almost levitates his 251 lbs into the corner.
Nick Stuart: Crash is all over Winters!
Richard Parker: That little energetic meatball has a lead weight in his hand. A roll of quarters, it has to be the work of Satan, Nick.
Crash lets loose a third huge unanswered chop into Winters’ chest for good measure. Jackson sprints himself across the ring to the far corner, and then sprints back across the ring and slams himself into Don Winters with a big cross body. Jackson lands with his feet on the middle ropes and begins wailing away on Winters’ head. Finally Don covers up, and Jackson latches him into a front facelock and twists his way from the middle turnbuckle, down to the mat dragging Don down with him.
Richard Parker: Come on Nixon! Get in there and break this up!
Nick Stuart: Great tornado DDT by Crash, and he hooks both legs, we have a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: Jesus, made my heart skip a beat there.
Crash is up like a bolt of lightning. He fires himself forward into the ropes and comes back towards a now seated Don Winters with a huge head of steam. He smashes both of his feet into Don Winters’ face with a great low dropkick. Crash hooks a leg with another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
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KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: *heavy breathing into a brown paper sack*
Nick Stuart: Richard Parker is currently hyperventilating. Big Kick out for Don Winters there.
Winters throws his shoulder into the air. Crash jumps back to his feet and is right back to work scaling his way to the top turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope and…
Nick Stuart: Crash is pretending to smoke a marijuana cigarette while on the top rope… and he leaps…
Richard Parker: *really deep brown paper sack breath that is held for what feels like forever*
One clutch, two clutch, and connection right into the middle of Don Winters’ chest. Crash straddles The Revelator and hooks back both of his legs.
Nick Stuart: And Crash Jackson thinks he has this all wrapped up! He’s once again smoking his marijuana cigarette.
Richard Parker: *frantic breathing into the brown paper sack*
ONE!
TWO!
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KICKOUT!
Nick Stuart: ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM DON WINTERS!
Richard Parker: *large brown paper bag breath sigh*
Winters clutches his chest and rolls to the side while Crash looks back at Elvis Nixon in shock. He holds up three fingers to him and shakes his head, he looks back towards the corner, and once again leaps his way to the top rope.
Nick Stuart: Another high risk move coming up for Crash Jackson!
Crash steadies himself, looking down at Don Winters. Crash jumps and Winters explodes off the floor and speeds towards the corner Crash is jumping from. Jackson spins in the air and manages to right his rotation and land on his feet. He spins around right into a huge lariat that sends Crash flipping head over heels.
Nick Stuart: Oh, huge counter there from Winters.
Richard Parker: I told you Winters had this the entire time.
Nick Stuart: You were actually sobbing into the brown paper bag. I heard the tears.
Winters lays on the canvas holding his chest, breathing heavily. He slowly begins to crawl his way across the ring to the ropes, and Crash Jackson isn’t far behind him to the other side of the ring. Both men groggily step to their feet using the ropes as support and march forward to the center of the ring. Crash throws a wild right hand that connects with Winters cheek, then another, then another.
Nick Stuart: Here comes Crash again.
Winters manages to block and fire in a forearm shiver to the side of the head that staggers Jackson backwards. Winters takes a step and delivers a chop across Jackson’s chest that’s heard in the nosebleeds. Jackson shouts as Winters grabs him in a front facelock and spins him over with a snap suplex.
Richard Parker: He’s fine Nick, stop overreacting.
Nick Stuart: Snap suplex from Winters and Jackson seems to be reeling here.
Winters is back up to his feet, dragging Crash along with him, still locked in the front face lock. This time Winters lifts him up and stalls.
Nick Stuart: What power! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Winters finally falls and drops Jackson on the back of his head and neck with a brainbuster. Winters is over quickly hooking the far leg as Elvis Nixon slides in for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
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KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: Tough luck there Don, Nixon was slow getting down, he had him for sure.
Nick Stuart: Yeah Richard, we get it, you like him. Big kickout for Crash here, and it looks like Winters is going right back to work.
Winters is right back to his feet, sneering. He places Crash’s head between his legs, he looks out into the crowd and sneers. Crash tries to lift Winters up, but Winters stomps his foot on the back of Jackson’s head and picks him back up. This time lifting him up and over into a powerbomb position. Winters holds the Crucifix pose for a moment, before launching Crash Jackson over his head as high as he can, letting Jackson, well, ‘crash’ to the mat in a heap. Winters covers.
Richard Parker: That’s it! Wow!
Nick Stuart: Big Crucifix Powerbomb there for Winters.
ONE!
TWO!
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Richard Parker: He had it all along.
Winters slowly steps to his feet as ‘This Little Light of Mine’ begins to play throughout the arena.
Vince Howard: Our winner by pinfall… THE REVELATOR DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON WINTERS!
Nick Stuart: What a debut win for Don Winters, he’s advancing into the second round in the Almasy.
Richard Parker: Who does he get again?
Nick Stuart: Colton or Jiles.
Richard Parker: Don Winters is my man! LETS GO DON!
Nick Stuart: What a performance from Jason ‘Crash’ Jackson too. Lot of fight, ton of heart, just couldn’t quite get there. I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of Crash.
And we fade to commercial.