Posted by Northern Pro Wrestling on 11/7/2002, 1:17 am Fantastico's clearly out before Dan Bash slaps the mat for the three, a fact confirmed by Bash, who holds up two fingers to the timekeeper. Turner's up first again, and places Timmy's head between his legs ... looking for the sit-down piledriver ... HITS IT!! Turner keeps his arms locked around Timmy's waist, letting the dazed Mexican-Canadian slip down a bit farther so that his shoulders are on the mat ... and here's Bash with another count! ONE! ... TWO! ... THREENOOOOOO!! Timmy snaps his legs against Turner's head, and is able to roll out of his grasp just in time ... and in one fluid motion, hooks the challenger's legs under the knees and rolls him up onto his back! Bash, in position, lays down the count! ONE!! Timmy's legs are driving, trying to maintain his positional advantage! TWO!! MASTERS: This could be it! THREE!!-- NOO!! Turner with the last-ditch burst of energy is able to kick out in the nick of time! CROWLEY: So close!! Both men, giving it their all ... both men want to walk out of here with the big gold! Both men are gassed, but manage to make it up to their knees at roughly the same time ... and the fists start to fly! From a kneeling position, Timmy starts to fire a rapid series of hooks into the challenger's torso, while Turner's dropping the overhead rights onto Fantastico's left temple. Both men continue to whale away on each other, throwing everything they've got into raining blows upon the other ... but the blows start coming slower, finding the mark less often ... until BOTH men flop over backwards! MASTERS: Oh, Good Gawd! Turner! Fantastico! Both men have punched themselves - and each other - down to the mat! CROWLEY: At this point, it's a race to see which man can recover first! On the outside, Killingbeck, Astroth, Holiday and Youngblood are each - to a man - slapping the apron, screaming out encouragement to their respective mates. Dan Bash rises to his feet ... and starts to administer a standing ten-count: ONE! .... TWO!! .... The only signs of life from Turner come from the heaving of his chest and the blinking of his eyes, as he tries to catch his breath, gearing up for the next attack. There's nothing of the sort from Fantastico, whose eyes are closed and his breathing shallow. THREE!! ... FOUR!! ... MASTERS: Both men are out ... .a double countout favors Fantastico, who'd retain the CAL title! ... FIVE!! ... And, incredibly, it's Fantastico who actually MOVES first, rolling onto his chest and bracing his arms at his side, trying to push himself up to his hands and knees. Turner remains primarily motionless on the mat. ... SIX!! .... ... Timmy's successful in rising to his hands and knees ... and places one foot flat on the mat! ... EIGHT!!! ... and Timmy rises unsteadily to his feet, breaking the count! Swaying slightly, he turns to find Turner still flat on his back, apparently out of it. Slowly, a lascivious grin spread across Timmy's face. Placing his hands behind the back of his head, he slowly gyrates his hips towards his opponent, punctuating the taunting motion with three staccato crotch thrusts. Trudging over, Timmy bends down to pull Turner up ... and is caught in a small package!! The Hummingbird Center goes nuts as Bash drops down and the crowd counts along: ... [ONE!!] ... MASTERS: Small package by Turner! He was playing possum and Fantastico got caught!! ... [TWO!!] ... CROWLEY: New champ right here!! ... [THREE!!!] ... Buffering...
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THR-KICKOUT!
SEVEN!!!
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