MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS10/31/2005Welcome to the NAIT Gym in Edmonton, Alberta! It's a packed house tonight for the debut of NAPW! The NAPW theme song --- "OVER WITH" by Grande Prairie rockers BOY CHARLIE --- is blasting through the public address system! On your television screen, the camera focuses in on two men sitting at a desk close to ringside. BILL HEWSON: Wrestling fans! Welcome to Edmonton, Alberta for the debut of New Alberta Pro Wrestling! This is Monday Night Fights! Good evening everyone, I'm Bill Hewson, your play-by-play man for the evening! And I'd like to introduce my announce partner, a man who needs no introduction to Alberta wrestling fans...Jack "Attack" Jones! JACK JONES: That's right, Bill! We've got a killer, killer show lined-up tonight! The fans in the building, even that fat guy in the third row, are in for some great action. What about that Tag Team Championship match later on? BILL HEWSON: Possibly the most anticipated match on tonight's card as The Calgary Connection will take on The New & Improved D-X. Bruce "The Beast" Richards & "Styling" Kyle Roberts of D-X, of course, showing up last night at an NAPW pre-show and assaulting two young wrestlers to prove a point to The Fixer & The Hatchet. A pretty sad way to get your point across in my opinion. JACK JONES: Hey, if they didn't want to get hurt, they never should have stepped into the ring! Boy Charlie's music fades out. The crowd hushes. Apocalyptica's "Path" kicks in! RAVAGER walks through the curtains in black trunks, focused on the ring. The crowd showers him with boos. Ravager gets in the ring and tests the ropes, and then a classic Canadian guitar riff lights the crowd up! Big Sugar plays "The Moose" Mark Millar to ringside to great ovation! FRANK WARBURTON: The next match is one-fall to a finish with a twenty-minute time limit, and is for the NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Brooklyn New York...RAVAGER! And his opponent, from EDMONTON ALBERTA (The crowd pops!)..."THE MOOSE"...MAAARRRK! MILLLLARRR! DING DING DING the bell rings and we are quickly into a tie-up! The Moose with a power advantage, but Ravager works his way out of that into an arm bar, reversed, now The Moose has control, switching to a headlock. Ravager gets to the ropes and sends Moose flying, here he comes, Ravager with a drop-toe hold! Drops the elbow! Ravager picks up The Moose and sends him flying to the corner. Ravager doesn't follow up, but looks over the crowd coldly. BOOOO! Ravager into the corner, firing away on The Moose. Irish whip sends The Moose across the ring, wait, that's reversed, INTO A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! The Moose just turned it around! And now The Moose has Ravager back up, annnnnd STUNGUN! Ravager draped gut first over the top rope, but that's not enough! The Moose shaking the top rope up and down until Ravager tumbles to the outside! The Edmonton crowd roars their approval! JACK JONES: Hey ref! Ref! That's an illegal move! Disqualify him! BILL HEWSON: Mark Millar, the roughneck a hometown favorite tonight! Ravager now rolling back into the ring, I think he took some serious damage from that stungun! Ravager holding his stomach as The Moose looks to pull him up, but wait! Ravager with a thumb to the eye! Ravager suckered The Moose in! Ravager with a snapmare takeover into a reverse chinlock. Ravager slowing things down, trying to keep The Moose contained. The fans chanting "MOOSE! MOOSE! MOOSE!" Millar to his feet, back suplexes Ravager! Moose covers, one, two, kick-out! Now Ravager sent to the ropes and Millar with a HUGE running clothesline! There's a cover! One, two, kick-out! Ravager in a world of hurt here as Millar sets up for a POWERBOMB! This is going to be over, wait, Ravager flips over! SUNSET FLIP! One, two, Millar gets out of that in a hurry! Millar with a boot to the gut takes over, off the ropes BUT WAIT! Ravager ducks the clothesline and cinches in a full-nelson on the bigger man...DRAGON SUPLEX! Millar right on his head! And now Ravager not wasting any time, pulling Millar up up by the tights, there's forearm shots across the back of the head! Ravager wants the Muscle Buster, he's trying to cinch it in, but The Moose is too strong! The bigger man won't let it happen, but change of plans...Ravager plants him with a DDT! Ravager could go for a pin, but he's thinking better of it. The Moose pulled up and shot into the corner. Ravager driving knees into The Moose's midsection, and now wait! Ravager has The Moose picked-up and onto the top turnbuckle! Is Ravager going for the Super Brainbuster? It looks like he is! Millar's fighting! Ravager is looking dazed on top...and shoved off! Ravager down on the canvas, Mark Millar trying to get his breath back on the top turnbuckle! Millar...he's not a high-flyer, but he's up there and says what the hell! He's standing up...WAIT! Ravager pops up and jumps to the top! Ravager headbutts The Moose, The Moose is dazed, HERE IT COMES! OH MAN! SUPERBRAINBUSTER CONNECTS! Ravager hooks the leg with his and covers tightly...ONE, TWO, THREE! It's over! Mark Millar isn't even moving! Ravager looks down at him, nudges him with his foot, and then smirks before walking out of the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and NEW NAPW Provincial Champion...RAVAGER! BILL HEWSON: One heckuva match to start us off tonight, and the crowd certainly disappointed by that decision! Jack Attack, taking nothing away from The Moose, but Ravager showed tonight that he has the ability in the ring to back up his words, taking home Provincial gold! JACK JONES: Hey, The Moose put up a fight, but brute strength loses to ability every time. You want a champion? You're looking at him! BILL HEWSON: We'll come right back with our next match. Your NAPW Provincial Champion, Ravager...don't go away! NAPW returns and has already made his entrance! Then, one of the all-time classic rock riffs begins. "THUN-DER!" It's The Viking! FRANK WARBURTON: Our next contest is one-fall to a finish, with the winner receiving an NAPW Title shot! Introducing first, from Edmonton... one letter, said real loud...D! And his opponent, hailing from the shores of Iceland...VIIIIKINNNNG! BILL HEWSON: Sure to be a great contest here, the untested rookie against a worldwide athlete in Viking! Wait a sec, Viking just clobbered D! from behind! There's the bell, this match is underway! Viking going on the attack with D!, smashing him with big right hands! D! is in the ropes, flipping up almost, here comes Viking, both men crash to the outside! Viking grabs D by the hair and sends him flying into the guardrail! The fans in the front row scatter as Viking charges, but D! dives out of the way, sending Viking chest-first into the railing! Viking staggering, D! with a high kick, punch, kick, and there's a big knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! D! grabs Viking, but wait! Viking with a sudden movement, there's a big belly to belly suplex! On the outside! Viking reaching for a chair from the front row! This match is NOT no disqualification, but the referee hesitant to call DQ right this early! The referee trying to regain order, but Viking won't hear any of it! WHAM! Big chair shot! The referee telling Viking to get back in the ring, so Viking picks up D! and rolls him back in. Viking picks up the damaged D! and... POWERBOMB! One, two, D! gets a shoulder up! Viking arguing with the ref, but that gives D! a second to recover and he levels Viking with a roundhouse punch! Irish whip sends Viking into the corner annnnnd...Stinger Splash! Viking stumbles forward, D! to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off with a front kick. And wait, another one! And another...and now...D! is doing a catastrophic can can! JACK JONES: What is this kid, is he SINGING the freakin' CAN CAN? BILL HEWSON: He calls that the Rockettes Kick Of Doom...but look at the impact of each kick! Viking doesn't find it humourous I can tell you that! Indeed he doesn't, as Viking suddenly grabs D!'s leg and CLOTHESLINES his head off. Figuratively, of course. D! is down, but so is Viking, holding his torso. Both men taking a beating. D! showing his resiliency, to his feet first! D! waiting patiently for Viking to stand, regaining himself, and he launches himself...only to be caught by Viking in a sidewalk slam! Viking stomping away, pulling D! up. There's a big suplex, one, two, D! kicks out. Viking arguing with the referee... pick-up, Viking bodyslams D! to the canvas and...he's going to the top rope! Flyin' Viking! And D! is...nowhere to be found! Viking lands on the canvas instead of D! with the leg drop, and now D! from behind! Nyquil Driver! One, two, th---no! Viking kicks out! D! looking tired, pulling Viking up. A stiff shot from Viking stops D!, and now Viking grabs D! and sends him flying to the outside! Oh wait a minute! Viking turns his back and does an "I'm the best" routine... but D! grabbed the top rope! Viking turns around...and D! fires back into the ring with a lethal spin kick! Viking staggers, fires off with a clothesline, D! ducks it and fires away! It's a...It's THE...BARRAGE! Viking drops to his knees, D! measures him...BUZZ KICK, RIGHT TO THE FACE! Viking collapses in a heap, D! covers...one, two, THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match by pinfall...D! JACK JONES: The referee didn't get a chance to check his boots, Bill! That kid has loaded boots! That's the only explanation! BILL HEWSON: Will you be serious? D! with a shot at the NAPW Champion, whomever that may be, and wait a sec! Viking is attacking D!! This match is over! As D! celebrates his victory, holding his head, Viking has picked himself up and RIGHT FROM BEHIND! D! sent to the floor and an angry Viking following! He's got a chair...RIGHT TO THE FACE! D! goes down, and wait a minute! Viking stands him up, he's not going to...OH MY! ICE BREAKER! The Ice Breaker on the concrete floor! Viking stands over a fallen D and raises HIS arms in victory! The crowd boos heartily! BILL HEWSON: Come on, Viking! What are you thinking? D! is the number one contender for the NAPW Championship, but- JACK JONES: But he's unconscious on the concrete. And I don't think Viking is done with him! Viking shouting at the crowd, and no, he's NOT done with D! D! joked about Viking powerbombing unconscious opponents this week, but Viking is set to do just that...WAIT A MINUTE! IT'S THE DECAPITATORS! Viking had insulted them on television this week! The Decapitators AXE & DIAMOND taking it to Viking! Viking driven back into the aisle, and he manages to get a second to breathe, he's done with this, he's off! Axe starts after him while Diamond goes to help D! up...and we're going to commercial! BILL HEWSON: We're back, and during the break D! was helped to the back by The Decaptitators and some NAPW trainers! No word yet on his condition after suffering the Ice Breaker on the concrete. Viking's attack notwithstanding, D! IS the number one contender to the NAPW title! JACK JONES: Rookie's luck, Bill, that's all it was. Viking will be right back in the title hunt, and it's only a matter of time before he gets his shot! And there's nothing a low-rent tag team like The Decapitators can do about it! What were they doing out here anyways?! BILL HEWSON: The NAPW Championship still to be decided tonight as THE PLAGUE takes on, all the way from Wales, THE DRAGON. But now, we have a match to decide the first shot at RAVAGER's Provincial title! Let's go to the ring! Rob Zombie blasts, bringing the massive LOBO to the ring. He looks with disdain on the fans, who boo in kind. The fans don't react much better to the entrance of Static, coming to the ring in his mask and hood. BILL HEWSON: The three-hundred pounder against the hardcore luchador, Static! This is quite a mismatch in size, Jack! Your thoughts? JACK JONES: Well y'know, I'm a fan of both men, and this is going to be hard to call! Static is one of the most dangerous men in the NAPW, but he's going to have to use all his speed and dirty tricks to overcome the merciless power of Lobo! FRANK WARBURTON: Our next contest has on the line a shot at the NAPW Provincial Title! Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario...This...Is....LOBO! And his opponent from Windsor Ontario! STAAATIC! DING DING DING! Static floating about the ring, Lobo tries to get ahold of him. Static seems to be enjoying himself, using his quickness to stay out of reach. Lobo with a look of disgust on his face. Static with a quick jab, another one, and now Static dives under Lobo's legs. The crowd getting a bit behind Static on this, and now the same routine. Static dives under Lobo's legs...uh oh, Lobo caught him by the ankle! Lobo yanks Static up by the legs and just THROWS him across the ring! Static lands and gets tangled in the bottom rope, and Lobo wasiting no time grabbing the much, much smaller man! Lobo has Static in a front facelock, and here's a suplex! Static pops back up only to get caught in a powerslam! One, two, shoulder up, so Lobo grabs Static by the head for a Dragon Sleeper! Static trying to fight out...Lobo drives him to the canvas with a DDT to stop that! Lobo choosing not to cover, instead he waits for Static to take his feet. Static looks staggering. And now Lobo with a pick-up, Static is on the top...SUPERPLEX! What a THUNDEROUS superplex, and Static is in a world of hurt! Cover gets only two, as the hardcore luchadore gets a shoulder up! Lobo pounds away, and now he once again applies the Dragon Sleeper! And here this time, Static doesn't seem to have as much fight! He's fading! But wait! The crowd is behind the underdog! "LET'S GO STAT-IC, LET'S GO! LET'S GO STAT-IC, LET'S GO!" Static's arm drops once, twice, thri---No! Static is fighting out! Lobo cinches the hold on, his arms flexing powerfully, but Static has shifted his weight...LOW BLOW! Static with a low blow, and that breaks it out! Static on his feet, looking down at Lobo as the crowd cheers wildly. Static looks around at the crowd, bemused by the support. He looks out... and GIVES THE CROWD A DOUBLE FINGER! And like THAT, the crowd turns against him! Lobo is back to his feet and Static rakes his eye! Now Static with an irish whip, reversed, Static flies off the ropes, Lobo looking to slam him...but Static counters with a super fast huracanrana! And now Static runs to the ropes...LIONSAULT! One, two, Lobo POWERS out! Static off the ropes, this time caught by with a fallaway slam! And now Lobo taking over again...he's looking for the CHOKESLAM! Up HIGHHHH...WAIT! Static is reversing it! Static counters with a Tornado DDT! Both men are down...and here comes the new NAPW Provincial Champion...RAVAGER! Ravager coming to ringside. Lobo is back to his feet first, despite the Tornado DDT, and he sees Ravager. Lobo nods to Ravager and grabs Static...he sends Static flying...RIGHT INTO THE REFEREE! That looked like it was on purpose! Lobo signalling Ravager to enter the ring. Lobo had offered Ravager Five Grand to take out The Moose earlier tonight... has he offered him more to take out Static? Ravager has with him a steel chair. Lobo telling him to knock Static's head off...RAVAGER SWINGS! And goes RIGHT FOR LOBO! CHAIRSHOT HEARD ALL THE WAY TO BROOKLYN! What the heck is going on---STATIC! ON THE TOP ROPE! MOMENT! OF! CLARITY! Ravager is out of the ring! The referee has come around and finds Static covering Lobo! One! Two! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match...STATIC! Static spins out of the ring, spits on a couple ringside fans, and runs wildly back through the curtain. Meanwhile, Ravager looks impassively on a downed Lobo and walks away calmly. BILL HEWSON: What the hell...We know Lobo offered Ravager five thousand dollars to take out Mark Millar--- and he did with a sadistic super brainbuster! It looked like Lobo had also paid for some help to beat Static, but perhaps Lobo made the mistake of insulting the Provincial Champion in the same interview he made his offer! We'll try to get a word with Ravager if not tonight, than sometime this week on television! JACK JONES: Bill, Lobo is starting to come to, and I don't know if I want to be Ravager when he does! I'm sure the champion had a good reason for it but... would YOU want to piss THAT off? BILL HEWSON: I'm not sure that he would...folks! Don't go away! The NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP is on the line...NEXT! There's silence, and then..."WA-AH-AH-AH!" Disturbed blares from the PA, announcing the arrival of THE PLAGUE. The Plague walks to the ring with an angry sneer on his face. He takes his time, insulting fans on the way to the ring. Finally, he gets in the ring. CREED blasts and the crowd erupts for THE DRAGON, who runs to the ring and flips over the top rope inside! BILL HEWSON: And we are ready to crown the NAPW Champion! One of these two men will walk out of here tonight the MAN in the NAPW! JACK JONES: Then we have to be talking about THE PLAGUE, Bill! And money IS on The Plague! FRANK WARBURTON: The next match is the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT. It's one-fall to a finish with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first, from New York City... He is THE PLAGUE! And his opponent, all the way from Cardiff, WALES... ladies and gentlemen, THE....DRRAAAAGON! And with the bell ring, the NAPW championship match is on! The Plague and The Dragon circle each other, Plague smarting off to the fans in the front row. Lock-up, Dragon with a quick arm drag takeover! Plague slightly shocked, he rushes Dragon and takes another arm-drag! And one more! Plague backs off, Dragon ready for more! The crowd applauds that series! Plague smiling cockily, giving Dragon credit? Lock-up once more...Plague with a knee to the midsection to take over. Elbow to the back of the head, and now Plague takes Dragon down. Plague with both feet...stomps the abdomen! And The Plague now, raising his hands to the crowd and jeering them. "Nothing stops The Plague!" Now back to action, Plague with the irish whip. Clothesline coming up, Dragon ducks under and hits the opposite ropes and comes flying off with a high splash---CAUGHT with a huge powerslam! ONE, TWO, kick-out! Plague with right hands, but Dragon comes alive! Blocks the punch and fires back! HIGH standing dropkick! Plague is down and now The Dragon with a Standing Moonsault! One, two, Plague kicks out and rolls to the outside! Plague trying to regroup, trying to walk it off...THE DRAGON OVER THE TOP ROPES! NO TOUCH OVER-THE-TOP-ROPE CORKSCREW SPLASH! Takes out The Plague! The crowd chants for that one! BILL HEWSON: The highest of high-risk from The Dragon! It paid off, and that's one helluva way to make an impact! The Dragon just has to capitalize! JACK JONES: That was unbelievable, but don't count The Plague out yet, Bill. The Dragon rolls Plague into the ring, who gets up dazed, and The Plague waits, waits, and springboards off the top rope into a huracanrana! He has the legs, one, two, th---! Plague kicks out! Dragon with an irish whip, Plague reverses and sends The Dragon into the corner! Charge... meets turnbuckle DRAGON ROLLS PLAGUE UP! ONE, two, no! Kick out! PLAGUE! HUGE clothesline on The Dragon turns him inside out! Unbelievable! And now Plague choking The Dragon, one, two, three, four, Plague breaks the choke before the five count. Plague smirks at the crowd and pulls the Dragon up. He sends him to the ropes...baaaack body drop! Plague with a cocky cover, one, two, not a chance! Plague with a scoop, carrying The Dragon to the corner. And The Dragon gets Snake Eyes, face first onto the top turnbuckle! But The Plague isn't done, not by a longshot! He has The Dragon into a pick-up, and yes, he's going for the superplex! But wait! The Dragon holding fast to the top rope! The Plague laying in some right hands, here comes The Superplex...Dragon holds on and drops Plague face-first to the canvas! HERE IT IS! 450 SPLASH! And the cover, one, two, noooo! Plague kicks out! And now The Dragon is fired up, the crowd behind him! Plague getting to his feet, only to meet a swinging neckbreaker by The Dragon! Dragon hits IKUGA! ONE! TWO! TH--- so close! The crowd thought for sure there was a new champion there! The Dragon argues the count with the ref for a second, then goes back to The Plague...Plague suddenly with a big powerslam! And wait, Plague is MAD. Plague SLAMS The Dragon into the ropes, and catches him with a BIG spinebuster! Dragon writhing in pain, and The Plague picks him up and again with an irish whip! Into the corner! The Dragon crashes to the canvas! The Plague drops an elbow, but Dragon somehow moves! Plague shaking his arm, here's the Dragon! Kick to the gut, it's DEATH ROW time! Except...THE PLAGUE powers out, lifting The Dragon up! The Dragon flips out and lands on his feet! Dropkick staggers Plague, and now The Dragon shoots his opponent into the ropes! Dragon going for a HURACANRANA...except...The Plague catches him! Wait a sec! The Plague hoists The Dragon up into position...AND DOWN! THE BLACK DEATH connects! And The Dragon driven so hard into the canvas! The Plague with the cover, with his FEET on the ropes! The referee doesn't see that...one! Two! THREEEE! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner...and NEW NAPW CHAMPION...THE PLAAAAAAGUE! JACK JONES: The man! The NAPW Champion! Never a doubt in my mind! BILL HEWSON: He had his feet on the ropes! The Black Death, and then the feet on the ropes! The Dragon deserved better than that! JACK JONES: Wrestling isn't about who deserves what, Bill! It's about winning, whatever it takes! And that's The Plague! The NAPW Champion is that kinda man! Plague celebrates in the aisle with the NAPW title belt, soaking in the boos of the fans. In the ring, The Dragon is on his knees, disappoint evident in his entire body. The Plague points at him, then jerks his thumb back at himself, saying "You couldn't get the job done!" Plague disappears to the back, and The Dragon finally stands. The crowd shows their appreciation with a huge round of cheers and applause. BILL HEWSON: Tonight, he came up just a little bit short, but the NAPW fans appreciate a truly great athlete! Fans! When we come back...the main event! The Calgary Connection! The New & Improved D-X! It's the NAPW Tag Team Titles, and it's next! BILL HEWSON: Welcome back to the program, we are just seconds away from our big main event. The tag team titles are on the line! JACK JONES: I was talking to Coach Jago before the show, you know, and The New & Improved D-X...they have one heckuva game plan! BILL HEWSON: Care to enlighten the rest of us, Jack Attack? JACK JONES: Hey, that'd be a breach of broadcast journalist-tag team manager confidentiality! BILL HEWSON: Of course. Let's go to Frank Warburton! "Raise A Little Hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell!" The Trooper classic gets the fans on their feet for the latest in a long line of great Calgary wrestlers! The Fixer & The Hatchet make their way to the ring in leather jackets and dark glasses, slapping hands with the fans on the way. They take the ring, hit the corners and soak in the cheers. Their music fades...Foo Fighters! And here come Richards & Roberts, along with their manager Coach Jago! Roberts saunters cockily, Richards brings confidence and menace, and Jago brings...the clipboard. FRANK WARBURTON: NAPW fans, we are at our MAIN EVENT! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is to determine the NAPW Tag Team Champions! Introducing first! From Calgary... "The Fixer" Stu Smyth & Dave "The Hatchet" Bennet...collectively they are The Caaaaalgary Connectionnnnnn! And their opponents, accompanied by their manager Coach Gordon Jago... "Styling" Kyle Roberts, Bruce "The Beast" Richards...The New & Improved...D-X! The bell rings, and all four men are standing in the center ring. The Hatchet and The Beast eye to eye, The Fixer and Stylin' Kyle face to face. The intensity is thick. The Calgary Connection turn around to their corner, and D-X attacks---Whoa ho ho! The Connection was ready, and they're taking it right to D-X! Fixer and Roberts, Hatchet and Beast tearing it up! Beast sends Hatchet into the ropes and goes for a body drop, Hatchet leap frogs that and body checks Roberts! The Beast turns around, Hatchet grabs The Fixer and launches him at The Beast for a flying loue thesz press! Fixer firing away as Hatchet chucks Roberts to the floor! Beast sent into the corner by The Fixer, and now The Fixer grabs The Hatchet for an irish whip! THE HATCHET! Huge assisted splash on The Beast in the corner! The Fixer drops an elbow and covers, Roberts back in to break it up! Coach Jago protesting the double-team...and finally, the match is in control. Stu Smyth, The Fixer, working over Bruce Richards with a side headlock on the canvas. The Beast easily stands up and sends The Fixer into the ropes and runs him over! The Fixer right back up and grabs a rear waist-lock. The Beast elbows out of that and runs the ropes! Fixer clotheslined down, and The Beast pulls him up, fires off, Fixer makes a tag to The Hatchet on the fly...Back body drop is countered with a sunset flip! The Beast isn't going down...Here comes The Hatchet! HUGE flying lariat on the staggering Beast! There's a cover, Beast kicks out at two! And now The Hatchet looks to take control, but he takes a shot to the breadbasket! The two power members in the ring now, and The Beast slams The Hatchet down...and makes the tag! Here comes Kyle Roberts...LIONSAULT! One, two, The Hatchet kicks out! Roberts stomping on The Hatchet, and now...Piledriver! That one had to hurt, and now the tag made back to The Beast! D-X on the double-team! And .... The New & Improved Double Leg Drag takes The Hatchet down! Roberts heads out, and The Beast looks to work over The Hatchet. A moment's delay costs him, and The Hatchet makes a tag. It's back to The Fixer and The Beast...but The Fixer wants Kyle Roberts! BILL HEWSON: Jack Attack Jones, The Fixer wants a piece of Kyle Roberts! Roberts doesn't look too excited at the prospect! JACK JONES: Why can't The Fixer just face who's in the ring? What's he trying to prove anyways, Bill? I ask you! The Beast tags in his partner, and Roberts steps into the ring. He tells Fixer to bring it already! Lock-up, eye gouge stops Fixer. Roberts with a reverse hammerlock, dragging Fixer to his corner. He lets go and gets in the refs face, and that lets The Beast use the tag rope to choke Fixer! The Hatchet rushes the ring to stop that, but gets caught by the ref, and now The Fixer being stomped in the D-X corner! Roberts alone is working on The Fixer when the ref turns around, of course. And now Kyle Roberts has The Fixer... brain-uh buster! There's a cover, one, two, but The Fixer kicks out. Roberts takes a minute to style and profile, and then drops the leg. Tag made to The Beast, there's a shot to the ribs. The Beast now has The Fixer... gut wrench takes him down! The Beast---- yelling across the ring at The Hatchet. The Hatchet again tries to get in, stopped by the ref...and now Fixer, resting on the bottom rope...Coach Jago choking The Fixer across the bottom rope! Now The Beast beating on The Fixer in the D-X corner once again, and the tag made to Kyle Roberts. Fixer sent to the ropes, double clothesline! Is ducked! The Fixer comes off the opposite ropes and sends his body careening at D-X! Takes them down! The Hatchet screaming for the tag! Fixer... The Beast coming after him! He...he...makes the tag! The Hatchet is in! The Hatchet takes down The Beast with a clothesline! Roberts--- powerslammed on top of The Beast! And now The Hatchet roaring to the crowd, he's on fire! Hatchet with a HUGE gorilla press on Kyle Roberts --- sending him to the outside! The Hatchet looks on and turns around ---- into a flying tackle by The Beast! Hatchet spills to the floor! And wait! The Beast is going to the top rope! HE FLIES! Diving moonsault onto Fixer, Hatchet and Roberts! Carnage on the outside! The Beast pulls The Hatchet back into the ring, and he...GOES FOR THE CLAW! Wait a minute! The Hatchet with a big knee lift to break it up...and it's POWERBOMB time! The Hatchet lifts The Beast UP. AND. DOWN! He's looking to pin...one, two...Coach Jago just grabbed the referee's leg! Waitaminute! On the outside, Kyle Roberts just smashed The Fixer into the ring post! Roberts in the ring with Coach Jago's...clipboard? He clocks The Hatchet from behind! And The Hatchet staggers! That's no normal clipboard! The Beast is up, Roberts ... THE THROWBACK on The Hatchet! And hold on! The Beast is going to the top as Roberts holds The Hatchet's legs! DIVING MOONSAULT! D-X has hit DOWN & DIRTY! There's the cover...Roberts baseball slides into The Fixer as The Beast covers, Coach Jago lets the ref go, one, two....THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: The winners of the match, and NEW NAPW tag team champions...D...X! And the Edmonton crowd is in shock and anger! The Fixer helping The Hatchet to his feet on the outside, as inside The New & Improved D-X begin to celebrate amidst a hail of cups and plastic bottles! Coach Jago is jumping around the ring as The Beast and Stylin' Kyle Roberts have their arms raised. The Beast shoves away the referee and grabs his tag belt. BILL HEWSON: The Tag Team champions...they are The New & Improved D-X! The Calgary Connection denied on Hallowe'en night from glory! But D-X had to pull out all the stops, including the crooked ones, to take home the victory tonight, Jack Jones! JACK JONES: It's like I said before, it's winning that matters. To have the championship is to have the money, the women, the respect! And if that means bending the rules, Bill, then what's the harm?
BILL HEWSON: I'd call it a tainted victory but I don't think D-X much cares how they got it. We are out of time! We will see you Thursday night with NAPW Action! Good night! |