*McCoy kicks out and smartly rolls out of the ring, landing on the ground with a thud. Jman follows him and stomps on his back - kicking him towards the ring. Using the edge of the ring as a prop, he continues to merciless kick the man while heâ€™s down. Stopping he rolls in the ring and grabs the trashcan lid, and heads back out. McCoy, while not sufficiently recovered, reached under the ring during the time Jman was inside it and grabbed a ring bell; smacking it against the left leg of Jman as he slides out of the ring. The pain causes Jman to drop his weapon and then follows to the floor, clutching his leg. McCoy pulls himself up and grabs the trashcan lid, hitting the upper body and head area of Jman until the lid is dented and virtually useless. Realizing he canâ€™t win with Jman outside of the ring, he lifts him and pushes him back in; before crawling in after him and landing punches to the manâ€™s head. Eyeing the trashcan, McCoy goes to retrieve it and slide it over to where him and Jman are. Grabbing the carcass of his opponent, McCoy positions him on top of the trashcan, with his body taking up the most of it. Running, he uses his newfound momentum to jump on the ropes and backwards, twisting and landing a Double Foot Stomp on Jman, driving him straight down into the trashcan. The crowd goes wild from the move as McCoy falls to his knees to catch his breath. Both men are sweaty and blood is pouring from Jmanâ€™s head due to the attack with the trashcan lid.*
PK: It seems McCoy got a second wind and lost it already! Heâ€™s going to have to keep up the attack. He may have Jman bleeding, but heâ€™s suffered a lot of punishment himself throughout this match.
Daniels: When stacked up with his other matches in War Games, he could be getting to the point where itâ€™s win soon, or lose later.
*McCoy goes to pin Jman, but the latter kicks out at two. Both of these men are running nearly on E, and using what reserves of will power and sheer determination they have to continue. McCoy spots the chair and goes to set it up while Jman is down, though he doesnâ€™t realize it- he sets it up close to the ring ropes. He motions towards the crowd, signaling â€˜The Real McCoyâ€™, and goes to get Jman. He brings him towards the chair, and attempts to hit TRMC, but Jman wiggles out of it. McCoy goes down to a knee, not realizing it. As he raises up, and turns around Jman catches him with a â€˜Good Match, Letâ€™s Go Eatâ€™, sitting him down in the chair. The sound of the super kick resonates through the crowd, causing them to nearly blow the roof off the place with cheers and booâ€™s. After a moment of catching his breath, he grabs McCoy and lifts him up, starting to Irish Whip him towards the other side of the ring. However, he stops short and pulls McCoy back, catching him and hitting a T-Bone Suplex onto the upright chair. McCoy hits it back first, completely making the chair unusable, as far as sitting is concerned. Jman goes to for the pin.*
**McCoy kicks out and rolls over on his stomach. Jman gets up and argues with the ref, nearly pushing him across the ring. He turns back to McCoy and shakes his head. As he brings the man to his feet, he starts landing wicked forearm shots to Billyâ€™s jaw area. After four of these shots, he jumps back and goes for another â€˜Good Match, Letâ€™s Go Eatâ€™ , but McCoy ducks under it. As Jman comes back around, McCoy grabs him and hits him with a big Belly to Belly Suplex. Both men lay in the ring, with the ref checking on them. With all relevant sets of eyes occupied, Krysys jumps over the guardrail, and removes the hoodie that, thus far, concealed his identity. He hides outside of the ring, waiting for his moment to strike. Meanwhile, McCoy gets himself together and heads out of the ring. He glimpses the table and picks it up, pushing it towards the ring. Jman, himself, gets up and picks up one of the loose kendo sticks, hiding it behind his person. He goes back to playing possum. McCoy gets back in the ring and proceeds to set the table up against one of the ring ropes. Catching his breath, he turns back to continuing his attack on Jman, but is met with a brutal shot to his right shoulder. As McCoy reels back, Jman catches him with another two. Roles reversed now, Jman begins to unleash shots on McCoy like a man possessed. The kendo stick splinters and Jman throws it away. Jman falls back against the ropes and watches as McCoy struggles to get to his feet. Jman moves around, setting McCoy between him and the table. Unbeknown to either man, Krysys is right outside the ring, waiting and watching.*
Daniels: This match is getting hard to watch. McCoy must be broken, his will is going to carry him straight to the E.R if this match doesnâ€™t end soon! I admire his guts, but his body has to be in unimaginable pain!
*Jman sets up and goes to catch McCoy with another â€˜Good Match, Letâ€™s go Eatâ€™, but McCoy catches it and tries to pull him in to another Belly to Belly. Jman, sensing this, allows himself to be pulled closer and head butts McCoy in the face, disorientating him, as well as himself. He hops back and drills McCoy with a second â€˜Good Match, Letâ€™s Go Eatâ€™! Jman falls back, but McCoy, although loopy, remains standing. Thatâ€™s when it strikes! Krysys pops up from outside the ring and slides in. He doesnâ€™t hesitate, he rushes forward and rams straight into McCoy with the most brutal â€˜One Last Breathâ€™ spear, that War Games has seen yet. The table breaks into several small pieces, McCoy looks like heâ€™s just been hit with by a bullet train. Krysys rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, not caring about his handiwork.*
PK: My God! Krysys broke him in HALF! The sound, the sound of McCoy going through the table was sickening! If youâ€™ve heard a car-crash before, this sounds one hundred times worse! That was brutal! That was disgusting!
Bodom: Look at it! Jman is going to take advantage of what just happened!
*Jman looks around and sees Krysys, then sees McCoy looking broken. He pulls the man towards the center of the ring, pinning him*
*The bells rings and Jman lifts himself in victory. Blood covering his face and chest. The crowd split between booâ€™s and cheers. He looks down at McCoy who isnâ€™t stirring, paying no more attention to Krysys, who was a key factor in his victory. Jman climbs out of the ring, and grabs a kendo stick, hoisting it up in the air as he heads off towards the back - the winner of the War Games Main Event.*
Daniels: I did not think weâ€™d see a match that brutal here tonight, but Jman and McCoy put on a spectacle. This is going to go down in history as one of the greatest matches in EWNCW history. Next year, if War Games is allowed to continue, this match will definitely set the bar high for what they will have to do.
PK: This match was the personification of a hardcore match. No Rules. Just pure beat down city. Thereâ€™s something about this match that will make people remember it for years to come. If nothing else people will take from this match that skill can get you to the ballgame, but hard work and determination is whatâ€™s going to get you to the top of the proverbial mountain.
Daniels: No one can argue there. And not only that but he's now got a great prize. He will now face K-Jammin at No Guts no Glory for the World Heavyweight Championship!! The most coveted prize in EWNCW!!
Bodom: Jman walked in this match with all the swagger in the world, and he proved why. Tonight at War Games, it was his night and he is now on the fast track to the top of the EWNCW Roster.Come the ppv, it'd take a brave man to bet against him. But then again, he's got a tough challenger in K-Jammin, and one he knows all too well for that matter!
Daniels: That is indeed true. Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been War Games - The Finale. Weâ€™ve been pleased to present this wondrous event to you all. Drive Safe and make sure to come out and see us next time weâ€™re in town. And for those watching at home, when weâ€™re in your city, come out and show your support.
PK: Drive home, and be safe.
Bodom: Good night, ladies and gentlemen!
*The camera pans out, showing McCoy still in the middle of the ring; his eyes aimed towards the ceiling.*