Due April 20th @ 11:59 PM EST

No-Disqualification Match

A No-Disqualification Match is a match where neither wrestler can be disqualified, allowing for weapons and outside interference. The key differences between a No-Disqualification Match and a standard Hardcore Match are that falls must be made in the ring and there is less emphasis on the use of weapons.

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The bell rings and James immediately grabs the referee telling him “I can’t fight that thing, isn’t there a height requirement??” however E.G Deal is in no mood for games, particularly not with James Best, calmly moving Ryu Sanu to the side and dusting off his t-shirt, all the while keeping a heated glare right through the number one contender.  James takes a nervous gulp, looking up at the towering monolith, backing away with a sheepish grin and his hands out as Deal lumbers toward him, backing him into the corner stopping and staring at him menacingly but this was not adventure time, this was weeks coming as Deal’s smile turns into a scowl and the big man swings a mighty punch, James ducks around the swipe for dear life and with the giants back turned James lunges for the jugular boldly throwing left hands up at the back of his towering adversary’s head and neck, Deal stumbles forwards, simply bucking back and  James rolls backwards, finding his feet and again picking off Deal’s legs with his stiff kicks, hacking at the very stalks of the giant like a lumberjack to a redwood yet again E.G Deal blocks any further offense with a back elbow, grabbing hold of James at the head with both hands and felling him to the mat with a headbutt, in full view of the referee and James rubs his head as if it were on fire.  Undeterred, the self-professed “Narcissist” scrambles back onto his feet and again fires off a left hand, which connects, breaking things up with a quick knee lift and a back elbow, knocking Deal into the ring ropes, counting his steps backwards before rushing the Egyptian giant for a clothesline however the quickly-recovering "Real Deal" steps toward James mid-dash, scooping him up into a military press lift, the giant barely even hinting difficulty in doing so, pausing a moment before dropping James on his stomach!

David Michaels - Ooooh hernia!!

Ted Cedar - EG Deal is sooo strong!

James grimaces with one hand clasped on his gut pushing himself up onto both feet with the other yet Deal takes it from here, taking Best by the neck (the back of the neck)  and lumbering him into the corner, hushing the crowd with a deep-voiced “Shhhhhh!” before savaging James chest with a punishing chop which cracks upon contact like violent thunder.  James howls, his legs kicking upwards in a jolt, floundering across the ring ropes dramatically, only to be put back in his place by the seven foot giant and Deal again ‘shushes’ the rowdy Dean Smith crowd to chop Best one more time, marking a fresh, red raw handprint across the complexion of James Bests chest.  James cannot help but crumble to one knee, EG Deal charging toward him for a knee lift yet James heads for the hills with a roll ringside, not wanting any part of the impact, instead snatching Deal at the shins and yanking at them in a bid to bring the “Golden Eagle” flat on his back, which he does, unloading overhand punches down on EG Deal and pummeling him furiously, breaking away from his attack to snatch a steel chair from the timekeeper table, turning back to EG Deal, half sprawled over the ring apron, raising the chair to strike yet Deal desperately swats it aside, wriggling around onto his stomach trying to get out of his unique position, thinking quick James snatches Deal up with a front facelock, instantly making the fans jump out of their seats thinking Welcome To Non-Fiction however Deal blindly reaches out in front of him and shoves James into a backwards stagger, rolling out of the ring, James face sours and he dashes at Deal looking for a clothesline.  Deal sidesteps and effortlessly throws James up and into the air with a flapjack before turning around as Best smacks upon the edge of the ring apron, catching it and keeping himself upright only Deal is already there to welcome him back with a monstrous big boot!

David Michaels - Hey James, where's your face?!!

The crowd rejoices in the sheer power on display as EG Deal pushes his hands out in front of him and cracks his knuckles, glaring down at the floor as James crawls across the mats at the big man’s feet.  Taking James by the neck, EG peels the best-selling author onto his feet and begins leading him toward the steel steps only James fires off a stiff kick across Deal’s midsection out of nowhere, grabbing hold of EG with both hands and looking to shove his head into the steel instead!  EG Deal is able to take James and overpower him within seconds, throttling him left and right before shoving him backwards onto the mat, yet James scrambles back upon his feet and still throws left hands up at his towering adversary, knocking him back momentarily but again Deal shoves James, this time hard enough for the star to perform a series of somersaults backwards and James back smacks against the announce table, charging at James yet with a simple grab and pull, James not only finds himself back upon his feet, but slams big EG Deal shoulder first into the panels of the table where his back had been, the very insulation of the table popping out in the sheer impact.  The “Best Seller” acts like an animal unhinged, mounting the seated Egyptian whilst he’s propped against the table and throwing left hand after left hand like some wild man, taking Deal by the neck and swinging it into a violent impact with the announcers box, all legal according to stipulation.  Deal shakes his head in a daze as he continues to find his feet, despite James best efforts to knock him down, Best using his ‘giant killer logic’ and while EG is clearly huge, "The Golden Eagle" struggles to match lightning quick kicks of his Australian foe, hobbling across the ringside as James attacks the very stalks which keep him upright, finally bringing Deal down on bended knee, James returning to the steel steps and heaving them up against his chest with a dramatic roar, rearing back before ramming them right into EG Deal’s skull!

Ted Cedar - Sweet Jesus what an impact!

David Michaels - He'll never take the stairs again, now Theodore!

James collapses on top of the steps and grins in delight, relishing in his progress as giant killer, stepping backwards and straightening out, knowing he cannot simply pin the giant, so he picks the steps up as EG is in a world of his own, albeit rising groggily from the mat. James charging for another wicked blow only Deal dives forward and tackles James at the shin, tripping James up completely into a dramatic smack chest-first on top of the steps and James bounces backwards in a wild fit, clutching his chest!  James gasps and groans, panting in pure shock as E.G Deal sadistically chuckles, checking his face and rising from the floor, Best howls and grabs at his head only Best drops him flat with a mean right hand and leaves him on the mat, parading back into the middle of the ring and beating his chest like King Kong, raising his hand upwards in a claw dramatically, the gesture for his signature Grotto Drop and the crowd fanatically cheer! Cheers becomes boos as James weasels free with a quick kick to Deal’s groin, James visibly distressed with his back turned to the giant and EG Deal lethargically reaches out for him, acting out of sheer will whilst in recovery and with one last reach, Deal pulls Best back into his grasp, turning him around and stabbing him at the throat with his vice like grip yet Best yet again kicks EG Deal right in the groin, stumbling backwards whilst massaging his Adam’s apple, stumbling around the ring-post toward the announce table and pulling a steel chair from behind it slamming it shut, a bitter scowl stretched across his face as he glares back at EG Deal through the space of the ring corner and a sick grin crosses James face, spying EG Deal perfectly aligned on the other side.  Best rocks back and forth on against the tables edge behind him, breaking into a full blown sprint to torpedo through the corner space, The agony and anguish of not one but two blows to the groin leaving him virtually helpless and exposed to the incoming innovative wickedness of Best, Deal fodder for the viciously violent cross-corner (Front) Lungblower that not only plants him into James kneepads, but slams a steel chair into his sternum as well!!

David Michaels - What the hell was that?  REALLY?!!

Ted Cedar - Some kind of cross-corner knee strike to the chest?!

David Michaels - That sounds ridiculous?!  That move was ridiculous, this is ALL ridiculous!