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As of 2.28 - Final Standings

A Block: Final Standings

Talia Rouge - 16 ***BLOCK WINNER***

Cody - 14 

Prince Devitt - 12 

Aleister Black - 11 

Hiromu Takahashi - 8 

Johnny Gargano - 8 

Draven Taylor - 7 

Chris Brookes - 6 

Jake Crist - 6 

Nixon Newell - 2 

B Block: Final Standings

Tommaso Ciampa - 14 ***BLOCK WINNER***

Syn - 13

Sister Abigail - 13

Jay White - 12

Riley Ishimori - 12

Tetsuya Naito - 10 

Jon Moxley - 6 

Abel Quinn - 4 

Noah Quinn - 4 

Toni Storm - 2 

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Warrior's Crown: B Block, Day 18- Sister Abigail vs Syn

The last match on the last day of this incredible tournament is officially underway. Abigail and Syn are tied at the top of the leaderboard, Tommaso Ciampa hot on their heels. The only way for Ciampa to advance would be a tie. Otherwise, one of these longtime rivals will go on to face the winner of the A Block, Talia Rogue, in Sunday’s Finals. They circle the ring before engaging in a lock up. Abigail backs them up into the corner, but she breaks it at the referee’s insistence. Collar and elbow tie up again, this time we see Syn move them back, but gets pulled aside and into a front chancery. Abigail picks the leg to break it, but can’t get a proper hold, and gets kicked off in the corner. Another tie up, Abigail shoves them back into the corner, and Abigail breaks it with a shot to the breadbasket. An arm wraps around his head, and Abigail begins grinding Syn’s flesh along the top cable. She releases him, and looks to take him to the mat with a frankensteiner, but Syn blocks and lifts her back up. Abigail punches her way out of a possible powerbomb attempt, and slips around to the back, and locks in a standing Shiryo! Before she’s able to bring it to the mat, Syn scrambles out of it. Syn with a HUGE palm strike, and a forearm that knocks her back into the ropes. Syn with an Irish Whip, and connects with a dropkick to rival his future chosen opponent on the rebound! Abigail tumbles out of the ring, and Syn watches her go for a moment before running the ropes, and soaring over the top with a beautiful tope con hilo! The early parts of this match is all Syn!

  The world champion rolls them back into the ring after taking a moment to celebrate. Abigail begins to fight to her feet. A fight hand, but gets caught on the second - URANAGE FROM THE MATRIARCH! Abigail glares down at him before repeatedly driving her boot into his chest with disdainful stomps. She begins moving her way around, viciously dissecting each limb in her signature Garvin Stomp. Drawing him back to his feet, Abigail hooks the waist, looking for a tombstone piledriver, but Syn tightens his legs to block it. Abigail struggles, even clubbing the back to weaken him, but it’s no good. She breaks the attempt, but Syn catches her for a DDT - or, at least he tries to. Abigail blocks the attempt. She pushes off, spins, and CRACKS a discus elbow over his jaw! Syn’s down on his knees, and Abigail gets him in position for Crucifixion! She connects! Far leg hooked for the pin.

  One…

  Two…

  Kickout!

The former finisher of the Devil Herself sees an easy kickout for the champion, but it’s been some time since that move had been effective, and she isn’t surprised as more annoyed they’re in this situation. This was going to be another edition of their ongoing war, and Abigail was fine with that, but putting everything at stake was the LAST thing she’d wanted to do. Devastating losses to Riley and Naito, defeats Syn mirrored, landed them here. Abigail draws him up. She springboards off the ropes, catches him in a reverse facelock, and connects with the Black Arrow. But wait! Syn rolls through! Abigail’s eyes are wide as she sees Syn charging at her, and they roll to the back of her head as Syn connects with a Thunderbastard knee! Still she manages to stay up, and Syn lands another! A third connects, and Abigail’s slumped against the turnbuckle padding. Syn’s right behind her and lifts her up to the top. He climbs up, hooking Abigail by the waist, and throws them off the TOP WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BUT ABIGAIL LANDS ON HER FEET! Having taken the worst of the fall, Syn’s slow to turn around and see that Abigail’s standing up behind him, a dangerous and violent look in her eyes. Syn’s able to get back to his feet and runs at her - but Abigail spins, and her foot connects with his face in a discus big boot! Syn’s turned around, and Abigail reaches through and gets wrist control. Spun out, Abigail tries the Famemaker, but Syn ducks under it. The arm’s trapped as Syn plants her with a German suplex, but Abigail lands on her feet again! Abigail lands a reverse hurricanrana, spiking him on his head! Syn rolls to the outside. A move made to catch his breath, but may prove fatal as Abigail jumps and turns to the top rope, and connects with a beautiful springboard moonsault!

  Abigail sits back on her knees, arms stretched out at the sides, kneeling over her opponent. She lifts him up and rolls him into the ring, but keeps him close to the ropes. Syn’s placed on top of the bottom rope and bent back and over the middle as Abigail locks in Shiryo! Syn screams out in agony as his neck is wrenched back in the painful submission, but it’s only kept in for a maximum of four seconds, Abigail relinquishing to avoid disqualification. She pulls him back in, lining him up, and crushes his skull with a curb stomp! Abigail sits back on her heels, a crazed grin standing out as she pulls Syn up by his feet strands of hair. If Abigail continues to have her way, she’ll be ending this soon. Irish whip from the Matriarch - but Syn reverses! Abigail goes running, and gets caught in a Spanish fly from the champion! His grip slips, and he’s unable to get the pin with it. However, Syn draws her up and gets Abigail in an electric chair, switches her over to a powerbomb, and connects! She’s stacked up for the pin!

  One…

  Two…

  Kickout!

  Syn looks to continue to action, but Abigail gets the upper hand with a fee stiff kicks to the midsection, and a spinning back kick that stumbles the Demon Slayer and drops him to a knee. Abigail runs the ropes, and connects with a sliding flatliner. Syn flops to his back, looking up at the lights with a dazed look in his eyes. Abigail takes a few steps back, looking to flatten him with a senton - but Syn moves! Abigail crashes down to her back. She’s scooped up, thrown into the air, and lands back down on the back! Syn takes a moment to stretch out his limbs before falling in to the cover - but gets caught in a victory roll!

  One…

  Two…

  Kickout!

  Abigail drives a knee into his chest to ground him, and drops both of her feet into his midsection to keep him there. She ascends to the top, back the her opponent, and soars off with another picture perfect moonsault - but nobody’s home! Abigail collides with the canvas once again, and her woes worsen as Syn connects with a Thunderbastard knee! He goes for another, but Abigail dodges, and drops him with an inverted powerslam. Shades of Shinsuke Nakamura continue as she crushes him with a Bomaye! Syn’s knocked out to the apron after that hellacious attack, and Abigail’s right there with him. She stands over him, scooping him by the waist, and using all of her strength to get him up for a German suplex! But, luckily for him, Syn fights out it with back elbows. After saving his own skin, Syn looks to get the advantage back, looking for a suplex of his own, an exploder on the hardest part of the ring. But Abigail’s free hand reaches out to grab the rope, preventing Syn from throwing her overhead! She gets out of it by raining down sharp elbows until she’s released. As these two continue jockeying for position, a voice from the PA system informs us there’s only 10 minutes remaining as we’ve already surpassed the 20 minute mark, and it doesn’t look like either will be going down any time soon. Abigail lifts her leg and lands a stiff knee that knocks Syn flat on his back, and she CRUSHES him with a boot stomp! All the air is driven out of his chest, and Syn’s gasping for breath as he’s rolled back into the ring. Abigail has a disgusting smirk, black and yellow teeth on full display, as she slithers into the ring, and grabs Syn by the waist of his tights. Abigail drags Syn up to his feet, grabbing his wrist, and placing her other hand on his back. Abigail held him up for a moment, displaying the vulnerable champion for the crowd.

  “Bye-Bye!” Abigail yells out, before spinning Syn out, and taking his head off with a brutal Famemaker! Syn was turned inside out, and victory was most certainly Abigail’s. Abigail would be moving on to the finals, meeting Talia Rouge on Sunday! Abigail made the cover!

1….2….

The three never came, instead, the ref was pulled out of the ring, stopping the count. Who was it that saved Syn, preventing the three count? None other than the man currently in third place in the B-Block, Tommaso Ciampa. Ciampa would win the block if Syn and Abigail tied, finishing with 14 points, while both Syn and Abigail would have 13. Both Syn and Abigail have the victories over Ciampa, so if either of these competitors win this match, they would tie Ciampa in points, and win the block by virtue of the head-to-head victory over Ciampa. Ciampa knew this, and prevented the match from happening- and while Ciampa was out here, he’d be preventing any other stoppages to this match as well. Ciampa smirked from outside of the ring, and gave Abigail a wave. Abigail began shaking with anger, as she stared at Ciampa outside of the ring. Ciampa seemed to get the message, and took off running, but Abigail slid out of the ring to give chase. Ciampa ran around the ring and hopped a barricade to escape, and when Abigail rounded the corner, she was cut off by Syn launching himself like a missile through the middle ropes with an amazing suicide dive! Both of them crashed down to the floor, and Syn was quick to get back to his feet, setting Abigail on the announce table, before quickly rolling into the ring and climbing onto the top turnbuckle. Syn was moving with increased urgency due to the limited amount of time left, and was looking to put this match to bed right here! Syn leaped off the top rope and crashed into the table and Abigail with a beautiful and devastating swanton bomb! Both Syn and Abigail laid in the wreckage, as the time continued to tick down!

Eventually, Syn managed to get back to his feet, with 25 minutes having elapsed in the contest at this point. There wasn’t much time left, and he knew it, and he knew he had to put this one to bed right here and now. Syn grabbed Abigail and tossed her back into the ring. Syn was quick to lift Abigail up and plant her with a powerbomb! High stack cover!

  1…2… kickout!

  Abigail managed to kick out, but with the kickout, Abigail was flipped over into a kneeling position, leaving her wide open for when Syn ran off the ropes and drilled her with a Thunderbastard! Cover!

  1…2… kickout!

  Abigail stays alive again! Syn didn’t seem phased though, rolling up to his feet, watching as Abigail stumbled to hers. When she got up, Syn charged her but ducked a wildly swung clothesline, rebounding off the other set of ropes, and nailing Abigail in the face with a Claymore Kick! Another cover!

  1…2… kickout!

  Abigail had kicked out of three massive moves right in a row! Syn was a bit frustrated, hoping something in that combination of moves would be able to put her down for good, but no dice. There wasn’t much time left, and he needed to end it. Syn lifted Abigail up, looking for Ragnarok, the move he’d used to put down Abigail to win the World Title. Syn tossed her up for the Razor’s Edge Piledriver, but Abigail, quick to counter, turned the move into a Frankensteiner, and trapped Syn in a sudden, quick cover!

  1…2… Kickout!

Syn managed to escape the sudden pin attempt, but Abigail was quick to her feet, rolling into the corner, and quickly getting up, jumping up onto the top rope, and going for a BME, Best Moonsault Ever, shades of Christoper Daniels… But Syn caught Abigail in mid-air with a thunderbastard! Abigail was out cold! Syn covered!

1…2… Kickout!

Another Kickout! Syn was in disbelief again, but he wouldn’t let this derail him again. Syn knew he didn’t have much time to work. Syn lifted Abigail back up and was looking for another Release X-Plex, but when Syn threw Abigail up, Abigail wrapped her legs around his head and countered with a huricanrana! Syn was flipped across the ring, and when he pulled himself up to his knees, Abigail delivered a Bomaye right to the back of his head! Syn looked to be out! Now it was Abigail making the frantic cover!

1…2… Kickout!

Now Abigail was the frustrated one, as she heard Justin Roberts come over the mic. “Two minutes remaining.” She had to put Syn down in two minutes to win the block, else it would go to Ciampa. Abigail stood up and grabbed Syn by the arms, looking to trap him and put him down for good with the Baptism By Fire. Abigail lifted Syn up and twisted him around, but before she could lift him up, Syn countered with a Backslide pin attempt!

  1…2… Kickout!

Abigail kicked out and quickly rolled through, grabbing Syn’s wrist, and nailing him with the Famemaker! Famemaker out of nowhere! Syn was turned inside out! Abigail lifted him up and hooked his arms, planting Syn with Baptism by Fire! Abigail sat on Syn’s chest, using her full weight to pin him down, hooking both legs for the cover!

1….2…… Kickout!

Somehow, someway, Syn kicked out of that insanely deadly combination. Abigail was in utter shock, and now there was only about a minute left until time expired. Abigail got up and shouted for Syn to do the same, measuring him as she watched the man slowly make it to his feet. Syn got up and Abigail charged him for a spear, but Syn leaped over Abigail, and Abigail’s face met turnbuckle! Syn quickly ran across the ring and rebounded off the opposite corner, before driving his knee into the back of Abigail’s head with a massive thunderbastard! Syn grabbed Abigail by the back of her tights, and lifted her up into a fireman’s carry, before walking her to the middle of the ring, and driving her down with the Corpsegrinder, the Fireman’s Carry Stunner! Abigail popped back to her feet, stunned, and Syn ran towards the ropes, sprung off of them, and blasted Abigail with a Black Mirror! The move knocked Abigail all the way across the ring, and left Syn laying without enough energy to get back to his feet. Syn slowly crawled over to Abigail, and used the very last of his strength to turn her over. He finally did, after a few seconds, and laid across Abigail for the cover…

1….

*DING DING DING*

Syn looked up. The bell had rang, but the ref hadn’t counted more than a one count. Justin Robert’s voice came over the speakers.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen… the 30 minute time limit for this match has expired, and this match has been declared a draw.”

  Syn’s head hung, knowing he’d failed to end the match in 30 minutes, meaning….

  “The winner, of the B Block… Tommaso Ciampa!”

  As Ciampa’s music began to play throughout the arena, Syn could only look to the top of the ramp, where Ciampa had been sitting since running away from Abigail. The grin of Ciampa’s face was as wide as it was the day he won the Atlas title, and Ciampa offered little more than a wave goodbye to the World Champion and his greatest rival, Abigail, as Ciampa turned and walked to the back.

  The finals are set, ladies and gentlemen. Talia Rouge vs Tommaso Ciampa. Chapter 10. The Warrior’s Crown finals. We’ll see you there! Goodnight, everybody!

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And the opponent! From Hell’s Kitchen, New York, weighing in at 255 Pounds, he is the 1WPW World Champion, The Plague Doctor, The Demon Slayer, Syn!

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Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event this evening is set for one fall! Coming to the ring, first, from The Wasteland, weighing in at 209 Pounds, she is the Matriarch of Destruction, The Devil Herself, Sister Abigail!

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Warrior’s Crown: B Block: Day Eighteen: Jay White vs Riley Ishimori

The two foreign born, Japanese trained wrestlers circle the ring. It’s the first time either of have ever been in a ring together, but more importantly, it’s the last day of the WC so both were feeling the effects of wrestling nearly every day the past few weeks, and were taking a slow start to this one. Eventually we get a collar and elbow tie up, testing one another’s strengths before Jay’s pushing them into the corner. He breaks it off and cracks her with a left hand, laying into her with more punches until the referee pushes him off, just to come right back in with kicks to the chest! The referee starts counting, and Jay narrowly avoids disqualification by bringing them out of the corner with a half hatch suplex. White sits back on his heels, smirking, light kicks tapping on Riley’s head. “Not so tough now are you, hotshot?” Jay’s smirk is still ever present as he grabs a handful of Riley’s hair, lifting her to her knees. “Can’t even fight back without your buddies around, huh? You’re still just as fucking pathetic as when you were nothing more than a shadow.” Riley pops him in the face with a punch! Jay stumbles back, holding his jaw. He charges, but Riley drops down. Big roundhouse kick from the King to Jay on the rebound, and she plants him with a German Suplex. Irritation is apparent as Riley stands over her opponent, grabbing both arms to pull him up, and repeatedly driving her foot into his chest! Jay’s caught between a rock and a hard place until Riley’s decided she’s had enough and lets him drop. She turns her attention to the larger man’s leg, remembering her earlier matches with Abigail and the good such an act caused, firing off with kicks to his hamstring, and finishing off with a vicious dragon screw. Jay shoves her off before she can do anymore damage, skidding a considerable amount of way. She charges, but Jay catches her with a flatliner, and floats over to a deadlift german!

With the control swinging his way again, Jay toys with his opponent some more before getting in a squatting muta lock. Not stretching over just yet, but tying up the legs so the burn is amplified, and even reaching over to yank back on her hair. That doesn’t last long, and moments later Jay’s leaning and fully applying the Muta Lock. A wide smirk is evident on the Switchblade’s face, a gleeful tone to his voice as he verbally trashes his younger adversary. “Ask her, ask her,” is slipped in between the vocal strikes. Riley refuses to tap, however, and breaks the submission by digging her fingers into his eyes. Riley fires back with stiff punches before whipping White into the corner. She charges but gets dumped over the rope, landing on the apron. An enzuigiri rocks Jay and he’s draped across the middle rope. Riley puts some distance between them before running across the thin apron, swinging by fingertips around the ringpost, and connecting with a modified 619! Jay flops back into the ring. Riley goes up top, and comes off with a diving meteora. Riley with the pin!

One…

Two…

Kickout!

A foreseeable kickout from the leader of the New Era, but it didn’t lessen any of Riley’s frustrations. This match wouldn’t have any serious implications on the outcome of the block. Both Syn and Abigail; whether win, loss, or draw; would have more points than Riley, even if she held victorious over both, and Jay’s been out of contention. This match was entirely about bragging rights, and Riley was desperate to have it. In her pity party, Jay rolled out to the floor, using the apron curtain to get him back up. Riley runs the ropes, and launches herself out with a wrecking ball hurricanrana! She rolls her opponent into the ring, deciding to go up top. But Jay cuts her off! Jay climbs up and the two exchange forearms, until Riley crotches him! Jay falls, sitting in a precarious position before dangling back. He tries to grab onto the ropes to pull himself up, but it puts him in a Tree of Woe, and Riley wastes no time driving her feet into his chest with a vicious boot stomp! Both are momentarily down after they took a tumble, Jay’s chest beginning to redden from the abuse its taken in this short match up. Riley’s up first, and looks to nail him with a superkick… Jay dodges! Jay with a DDT! Measured kicks to the chest follow, each one gaining more impact and more force, pushing Riley back, pink hair flipping back as well. Riley begins to have enough, of Jay and the taunting, and begins pushing into each kick as she rises, before popping him with a forearm! Jay stumbles back. Riley runs the ropes. He dodges her Bakuhatsu attempt. Jay tries a German, but she elbows out of that as well. Jay catches her with a body shot and a forearm, but Riley comes back with a forearm as well. the two begin slugging it out! Jay gets the better of it, and he tries for the Blade Runner, but Riley slips out of it and gets a crucifix!

One…

Two…

Kickout! Shocked at the sudden pinning predicament, Riley looks to take advantage by jumping on Jay’s back and locking in the sleeper! Riley’s weight presses down onto him, further preventing any air from entering his loss. The Switchblades crawls, scraping, biting to force a break as Riley only synches the hold in deeper, trying to will Jay to tap, or even pass out. Jay won’t go down so easily, and gets his hands around the ropes! The sleeper is broken! As Jay leans against the ropes, coughing as he tries to regain his lost air, Rocky Jordan jumps up on the apron. The referee sees this and instantly orders her down before she gets ejected. Which may have been her plan all along as the referee can’t see as Riley spins Jay around and spray him with her back mist - but Jay ducks! Rocky’s hit instead! Riley’s frozen in shock as her stablemmate falls, blinded. She doesn’t realize Jay’s behind her until it’s too late, and he plants her with the Blade Runner!

One…

Two…

Three!

“Your winner of this match, JAY WHITE!”

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And the opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Gedo, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at 220 Pounds, he is the IWGP Heavyweight Champion, The Switchblade, Jay White!

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The following contest is set for one fall! Coming to the ring, first, being accompanied to the ring by Rocky Jordan, from Osaka, Japan, by way of London, England, weighing in at 163 Pounds, she is the 1WPW Stardust Champion, The Crimson Magic King, Riley Ishimori!

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Warrior's Crown: B Block: Day 18 - Jon Moxley vs Tommaso Ciampa

Jon Moxley bounced around in the ring as he stared down Tommaso Ciampa, who was crouched down, staring back at his opponent. The referee called for the bell after asking both men if they were ready to get this match started. Tommaso needed this win and Moxley had already lost this tournament but still wanted to have a good match. 

The two tied up before Ciampa grabbed ahold of Moxley’s wrist, bending it and twisting it in awkward positions. Moxley got behind Ciampa and lifted him up and slammed him face down on the canvas. He picked up Ciampa and slapped him across the face. Ciampa was not so fond of that at all. He drove a boot into Moxley’s stomach and connected with a right forearm to the face. He then lifted Moxley’s head before chopping him across the chest. Ciampa grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head into the top turnbuckle. Moxley smiled before eating another forearm. Ciampa grabbed his head again and ran to another turnbuckle, shoving it down to the top one. Moxley smiled again before Ciampa smacked Jon’s chest so hard, you could see the sweat come off his chest. Moxley smiled again, laughing this time. He connected with a clothesline and another before grabbing Ciampa by the head and throwing him to the outside. Moxley hit the ropes and dove though the opposite side onto Ciampa. No! Ciampa caught him right before he went through the ropes with a stiff uppercut. He grabbed Moxley and whipped him into the barricade. Ciampa grabbed a chair from the crowd and sat Moxley in it. He hammered away at Moxley’s head with right handed punches. Ciampa got a running start before kneeing Mosley in the head, squishing his head in between the boney knee of Ciampa’s and the barricade. He rolled Moxley back into the ring. Ciampa played to the crowd, getting in a few fans faces, taking his time to get back in the ring. He got on the apron and Moxley had plenty of time to recoup as he ran towards Ciampa with a strong lariat. He pulled Ciampa towards the middle of the ring and went for a cover. 

1, kickout. 

Moxley climbed the turnbuckle and waited for his opponent to get to his feet, he jumped towards him and connects with a missile dropkick. He picked up Ciampa and chopped at his chest, followed by an uppercut, and a snap ddt. He went for another cover. 

1, 2, kickout. 

He pulled Ciampa up to his feet and Ciampa pushed Moxley off. He connected with a discus elbow, stumbling Moxley. Ciampa jumped up and kicked Moxley right in the nose. He then traded chops and right hands as he just pummeled Moxley. He dropped a knee onto Moxley’s face and another. He brought Moxley up and Ciampa grabbed him and lifted his body up, draping his feet across the top rope and falling backwards, connecting with a flatliner of sorts. He connected with a big boot to Moxley’s face and then another. He went for a third but Moxley grabbed his foot. He lifted Tommaso up onto his shoulders for a power bomb! He held onto it as he went for the cover. 

1, 2, kickout. 

Moxley signaled for the end, he hooked the arms of Ciampa but Ciampa fought out of it by driving his knees into Moxley’s stomach. He pushed Moxley back into the ropes and jumped up for a high knee strike. He spit in Moxley’s face and when Moxley went for a swing, Ciampa ducked underneath and hooked Moxley’s arms for a baseball slide. 

1, 2, kickout. 

Moxley got to his feet quickly and was met with another knee to the face and a discus forearm strike. He followed those strikes up with a forearm that had Moxley fall back into the ropes and as he bounced off them Ciampa drove a big boot into his face. He lifted Moxley up and connected with a Project Ciampa! His powerbomb into a double knee backbreaker! He went for the cover. 

1, 2, 3!

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And the opponent! From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 201 Pounds, he is the 1WPW Atlas Champion, Tommaso Ciampa!

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The following contest is set for one fall! Coming to the ring, first, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 226 Pounds, Jon Moxley!

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Warrior's Crown Block B day Eighteen Noah Quinn vs Toni Storm

Toni seemed nice enough. Seemed like Abel enjoyed the match they had.  He was thinking that this was bound to be fun. After all no real stakes for this one. Abel had been in one with Naito earlier that had of course meant something. Noah though was pretty sure that this could be some level of fun. So, Noah was clearly relaxed. He didn’t have to worry about this one being totally out of their minds. That had been a concern before. He didn’t always have the best luck with these things. Toni was like him clearly aware that this was more of just a match to go on with the show not really going to help one way or the other for them.

Quinn smirked when he heard the bell. It was time to get things going. Noah moved to get the match started but it seemed that Toni kicking the man making him move back. Toni was already back on the move with a few hard strikes making him cover up before turning the attack into a suplex slamming the other man into the mat. Letting go she rolled away before getting back up to her feet. Grabbing him, Toni got the man back up to his feet. Still a little out of it from the last attack giving Toni time to take advantage of the fact she moved again throwing hard punch before setting him up over her shoulders and slamming him back to the mat. Once they were both down Noah could feel that she was setting up for some submission hold with his arm. Scrambling he quickly pulled himself over to the ropes using his size to actually move them both and wrapped his free arm around the ropes. With that the ref quickly broke up the hold giving Noah a chance to get back up to his feet. Toni thinking, she still had things in her favor charged forward again

. Noah had been able to send a powerful kick to the oncoming woman knocking her back. Shaking his own head to get a better hold of his bearings he moved away some. She was down at the moment. He had been able to get himself a moment so that he could get his breath. Moving forward Noah got her again with a knee to the jaw. Seeing her go down he had an idea. Seeing that he had her down for the moment meant that he could probably do it.

Grabbing her once he had her down. Picking her back up he was setting her up for a finish. Time to get this match over with wasn’t it? Was a bit of fun for him. Flinging her forward before he was driving her down on his knee. Seeing her crash back onto the mat he quickly turned so that he could pin her. 

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3

Well hey. He got himself a win. Didn’t really matter at this point but hey that was something. Was better than spending the whole thing with what was it one win? 

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And the opponent! From Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 215 Pounds, Noah Quinn!

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The following contest is set for one fall! Coming to the ring, first, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at 146 Pounds, Toni Storm!

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Warrior's crown Block B Day Eightteen Abel Vs Naito

Abel had Naito tonight. Wasn’t all that concerning no one was going to be outside the ring for this one. Because that was annoying during his last little match wasn’t it? Again, this wasn’t something that Abel was thinking too much about. After all it was only a match to see if Naito could get more points move himself further up in the point standings. Same as with a large number of his passed matches. Abel stood in his corner while the ref did the usual thing of making sure everything was in order before calling in for the ringing of the bell. Abel heard the sound and moved forward. 

Abel started off moving slowly before he lunched himself at the other man. Hitting him with a hard knee to the side. The Irishman kept moving when he doubled over hitting a couple of kicks to the man’s legs. Abel jumped up slightly slamming his knee to the man’s face while he was still doubled over slightly seeing him go down some. Abel launched himself forward hitting a hard lariat into the downed man’s throat. Going down for a pin attempt.

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Of course, that couldn’t have been enough. Abel should have guessed as much. After all it was still rather early in the match and they were of course just getting started. Abel rolled so that he was back up grabbing hold of Naito as he was trying to get himself back to his feet turning him around slamming him down hard onto the mat again.  Seeing that he was a little dazed after that Abel backed off just slightly. He was going to try again. He was going to launch himself into something else.

Abel had charged forward to keep on the attack only to have Naito drop down and roll away from him. Naito rolled so that he could get back up. Abel spun around as Naito was jumping up landing a drop kick knocking him back. Naito making sure that he didn’t drop down just yet wrapped an arm around his head turned around before dropping down to the mat in a neck breaker.  Abel quickly rolled away from the man shaking his head. Blinking as he tried to get himself back into the match and avoid a pin attempt here. Abel looked up seeing the man get back up. Turning around Abel kicked out when he was trying to get a hold of him. It was enough to push him back some enough for Abel to get back up to their feet. Keeping himself up Abel staggered trying to go for an attack. He was meet instead with a kick knocking him back down to the mat. Naito dragged the man back to his feet. Seeing him try to shake his head to get himself back in the game. He turned his attention back to Naito trying to push him off. A couple of shots out to get him to let ago. Naito did but was quick to attack the still slightly dazed Quinn. With a hard elbow to the back of the neck and a few knees to the mid-section Naito got the man back up so that he could set him up for a finish. Destino, slamming his head back into the mat. Naito quickly went in for a cover.

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Naito was the one walking away with another win. Giving himself more points in his block. They were nearly done with the tournament. Tonight, was the last one and they would see who was going against Talia soon enough.

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And the opponent! From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 225 Pounds, he is the 1WPW Intercontinental Champion, Tetsuya Naito! 

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Our opening contest is set for one fall! Coming to the ring, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 200 Pounds, Abel Quinn!

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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the final day of the 1WPW Warrior’s Crown Tournament, Day 18. It all comes down to this, with four competitors still able to take the block: Riley Ishimori, Syn, Sister Abigail, and Tommaso Ciampa. One of them will be moving on to the finals, the other three will leave tonight heart broken. We will get to their matches, including the epic conclusion of Syn and Abigail’s rivalry, but to start things off, Tetsuya Naito will go one on one with Abel Quinn!