MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS

07/11/2005

Once again to the NAIT athletic center where the NAPW ring is surrounded by a packed house. BOY CHARLIE's hard rocker "Over With" blares from the PA as we go to Bill Hewson and Jack "Attack" Jones.

BILL HEWSON: I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack "Attack" Jones and welcome to another edition of NAPW Monday Night Fights right here in Edmonton! One of the biggest matches in NAPW history is tonight as the heavyweight title is on the line, when D! takes on the reigning champion The Plague!

JACK JONES: I'm gonna make a prediction right now, Bill. D!'s got loads of talent and desire, but tonight The Plague is going to finish what he started on last week's Action! and put him down.

BILL HEWSON: Certainly a bold prediction from a former champion himself. Now, we're set to start off with a tag team title match...

That's not RATM or Trooper, though! It's ROB ZOMBIE'S DEVILMAN...and here comes Lobo to the ring...and he's dragging rookie WAYNE WRIGHT by the hair! And Lobo looks like he's in a bad mood!

BILL HEWSON: And what's going on here? Lobo has Wayne Wright by the hair... nobody has answered Lobo's submission challenge this week, Jack Attack, and I don't think he's happy about that!

JACK JONES: I don't blame 'em! Look at that man! Over three hundred pounds of destructive muscle! The NAPW is running scared, and I don't blame 'em!

Lobo gets in the ring, glowering at the booing crowd. He takes Frank Warburton's microphone with a shove.

LOBO: So here it is, monday night, and not one of the wrestlers has accepted my open submission challenge! You cowards! What a waste of my time! But I find somebody to take on! Referee! Ring the bell! It's submission match time, Lobo versus whatever this loser's name is!

The bell rings and Lobo FLATTENS Wayne Wright with a short-arm clothesline! Stomp, stomp, stomp. Lobo grabs Wayne Wright by the hair and pulls him up, sending him to the ropes! Back body drop...wait! Wayne Wright counters with a sunset flip...HE'S TRYING FOR A BOSTON CRAB! Wayne Wright fighting for all his worth, can he get the huge man over...OH MY! Lobo just POWERED his way out of that, sending Wright spinning! To his feet, Wright staggers over...CHOKE SLAM! CHOKESLAM! And now Lobo says IT'S OVER...and locks in the Dragon Sleeper! Wright frantically submits, but Lobo won't let go of the hold! Lobo with a clear-cut win over Wright, but now he won't break the Dragon Sleeper! The referee trying to force a break, but Lobo shoves him away with his free hand as Wayne Wright goes limp, clearly passing out...

BILL HEWSON: This is uncalled for! Somebody get some help---WAIT! IT'S RAVAGER! THE NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION IS IN THE RING! Lobo drops Wright and THEY'RE GOING AT IT!

JACK ATTACK: What the hell is Ravager thinking? He can't possibly be trying to...HELP Wright?

BILL HEWSON: I don't think helping anybody's on his mind, but Ravager wants a piece of Lobo! Here comes security trying to break this up! Man oh man!

Hordes of security trying to hold the two men apart as Ravager mocks Lobo, trying to incite him...they go at it! Officials again in between, and the crowd is loving every minute of it as NAPW goes to a commercial break.

Monday Night Fights returns with Frank Warburton in the ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first...

"I won't do what you tell me!" Rage Against The Machine gets the crowd on it's feet for the entrance of THE DECAPITATORS. Clearly huge fan-favorites, high-fiving fans around the ring before getting in and hitting both corners. Then a Canadian classic hits, with "Raise A Little Hell." The Calgary Connection enters in sunglasses and leather jackets to a surprising mixed reaction.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of three-hundred and ninety-three pounds...Axe! Diamond! THE DEEEEECAPITATORRRRRS! And their opponents, together weighting five-hundred and ten pounds... The Fixer! The Hatchet! THE CALLLLGARY CONNECTIONNNN!

Axe and The Fixer to start this off, lock-up, The Fixer into the hammerlock, reversed by Axe, Fixer breaks out and takes Axe down! The Fixer with a front face-lock, but Axe is wrestling his way out of it! Axe with some amateur wrestling styling here, and The Fixer is actually being out-wrestled! Axe has a half-nelson applied, The Fixer breaks free, and the crowd with a show of appreciation for that wrestling action. The Fixer doesn't look too happy about that...so he tags in the big man, The Hatchet. Axe and The Hatchet now locking up, and The Hatchet muscles Axe to the neutral corner. BIG chop in the corner followed up by the irish whip, Hatchet charges in with a clothesline and Axe gets the boot up into his chops! CLOTHESLINE out of the corner staggers The Hatchet, Axe hits the ropes and...gets caught with a big powerslam! One, two, Axe kicks out. Right then there's a commotion in the stands...THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS D-X, with Coach Jagohave made their way to three empty ringside seats! The Tag Champs, no doubt scoping out their opposition... The Hatchet tags in The Fixer, who goes to work with a back breaker on Axe. Reverse chin lock, Axe is on his feet, Fixer takes it to a headlock. Axe back into the ropes and sends Fixer across the ring, Fixer ducks the clothesline and grabs Axe from behind for a german suplex! Axe fighting it - standing switch - Axe with a GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN! And The Fixer folded inside out from that one all the way outside the ring! Axe playing to the fans as Fixer taking a moment to regain his bearings.

BILL HEWSON: And clearly the crowd favorite in this match, Axe & Diamond. The Calgary Connection's actions last Thursday night have left the fans feeling more than a bit uncertain about The Fixer & The Hatchet.

JACK JONES: Well you know, the fans don't know what's best for them. Nothin' wrong with paying for good help.

Axe leans over the ropes --- The Fixer with a cheap shot! And now The Fixer grabs Axe by the legs and yanks him over to the ring post, wait a minute, he just wrapped Axe's leg around the ringpost! The referee admonishing The Fixer and telling him to bring it back in the ring, but what's this? The Hatchet is eyeing Axe and...WAIT A SEC! The Hatchet just yanked Axe the HARD WAY, crotch-first into the steel ring post! The Fixer rolls back in the ring, stomping on Axe in the corner. Picks him up, russian leg sweep! And an elbow to the face for two, broken up by a restless, manic Diamond, who hasn't even been in the match yet! Referee forcing Diamond back to the corner, as The Fixer and The Hatchet make an exchange without tagging, but not before hitting a double-suplex on Axe! The Hatchet now with Axe, stands him up and hits the ropes for a big shoulderblock! Picks him up again, sends him to the corner HARD...HUGE corner splash to follow it up! Axe is in trouble here, there's the cover! Kick-out at two! The Hatchet shoots Axe to the ropes --- Axe reverses --- SPINEBUSTER TURNS THE TIDE! Axe and The Hatchet both down, but The Hatchet is up and going for the tag...so does Axe! Diamond going to the top rope as The Hatchet and The Fixer both try to rush! CROSS BODY BLOCK TAKES 'EM DOWN! The luchadore going crazy! DROPKICK sends The Hatchet to the outside! The Fixer grabs Diamond with an irish whip --- THESZ PRESS! Diamond !unloading! with right hands on The Fixer! Fixer rolls out of the ring to protect himself and try to regroup with Hatchet... wait a minute! Axe is up! Diamond running of the ropes, into an Axe PRESS SLAM RIGHT ON TO BOTH MEMBERS OF THE CALGARY CONNECTION! The Hatchet trying to pick himself up, Axe on the ring apron...he shrugs, as if to say "Why the hell not?" and leaps off, nailing Hatchet with the Guillotine Drop! The Decapitators send The Fixer back into the ring! Fixer with a boot to Axe's gut, and then sends him for an irish whip, reversed, Axe catches Fixer and holds him up...DIAMOND OFF THE TOP WITH THE OVERCASTLE! Fixer has been DECAPITATED! Diamond covers, Axe cuts the ring off from The Hatchet! ONE! TWO! THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winners...THHHHHE...DECAPITATORS!

The Decapitators celebrate their win in the ring as The Calgary Connection heads down the aisle in frustration and pain. D-X, in the front row, applauds, although certainly STYLIN' KYLE looks more than a little sarcastic.

JACK JONES: See, look at that! D-X are TRUE champions, with sportsmanship and talenet.

BILL HEWSON: That certainly remains to be seen, but The Decapitators with a HUGE win tonight on Monday Night Fights that should propel them into a title shot against D-X! And speaking of title shots...when we come back, it will be on! Static! Ravager! Provincial title on the line! Don't go away!

Did you go away? Hope not. BECAUSE RAVAGER AND STATIC ARE TEARING IT UP!

BILL HEWSON: During the break it started! Ravager and Static burst from the curtain and have been brawling ever since! This is unbelievable!

JACK ATTACK: And this match hasn't even made it to the ring yet! The bell hasn't sounded, for cripe's sake!

Ravager back against the guard rail, and Static charges at him, only to get back dropped into the crowd! Ravager over the railing, firing away on a rising Static. And he's got a steel chair! OH! STATIC JUST TOOK IT RIGHT IN THE HEAD! Static tumbles over the railing and back into the aisle as Ravager follows close behind. Ravager raising the chair for another shot! LOW BLOW! Static stopped that in a hurry, and now HE's got a chair! BOOM! Right to Ravager's back! Static now with an irish whip sends Ravager to the ring apron! And he's unfolding the chair a couple feet in front of Ravager? Static with a run, off the chair for AIR STATIC! Ravager drops to the floor, trying to shake it off, and Static lays the boots to him. The referee yelling for the match to come into the ring, but this is a war! Static with a snap suplex on the floor! And now Static FINALLY gets in the ring... BUT ONLY TO HIT AN ASAI MOONSAULT OFF THE RING APRON! Except that Ravager dove out of the way and Static...landed on on his FEETDDT! Ravager absolutely levelled Static with a DDT, even after Static landed on his feet from the missed moonsault attempt. Ravager over to the announce table with Static, smashing his face into the table! And now Ravager picks up Static and rams him back-first into the ring post! Ravager now, the man in the ring...and what the heck is this? The fans, the NAPW fans, are actually CHANTING "RAV-A-GER, RAV-A-GER!" The Provincial Champion with a clear look of confusion and even disgust on his face before he goes back outside and rolls Static in.

BILL HEWSON: And THERE'S the bell, at last!

JACK ATTACK: They've only beat the living snot out of each other for ten minutes before the match is officially started!

Back in the ring, Ravager has a full nelson, trying for the Dragon Suplex, but Static is fighting it frantically, breaking out of the full nelson and countering with an eye gouge! Ravager momentarily blinded, but it's enough time for the lightning-quick Static to leap to the middle rope and back off with a HURACANRANA! Ravager sent flying by that one, here comes Static with the LIONSAULT! Hits knees! And both men are down and dazed, trying to pull themselves up. Static clearly in pain but he rushes first --- Ravager uses his opponent's momentum to send him over the top rope! Static lands on the ring apron and hotshots Ravager! Ravager drops, Static to the TOP ROPE! Moment of Clarity? No, Ravager's already halfway to his feet...Static waits...and connects with a huge missile dropkick! One, two, Ravager kicks out! Static choking Ravager, pulling him to his feet...but this time it's Ravager who counters with an eye gouge! And that's enough time for Ravager to hit the NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX. ONE! TWO! Th---Static kicks out, both men upCLOTHESLINE! Ravager drops Static! Now the champion trying to clear the cobwebs from this brutal match, is pissed off! Ravager choking Static on the bottom rope before delivering a vicious right hand. Static face-down on the canvas, trying to recover...wait a minute, Ravager hooking the full nelson on the canvas! And he's pulling Static up...FOR THE DRAGON SUPLEX! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! ONE! TWO! Static kicks out! The hardcore luchadore has a lot of fight! Ravager picks Static up and deposits him on the top turnbuckle. He's going for the Super Brainbuster! Wait a minute, Static IS BITING HIM! Static is BITING RAVAGER, and it's brutal! Ravager drops to the canvas, but here he comes again...TORNADO DDT! Static with a tornado DDT! And a double middle-finger to the crowd, who boo the hell out of him! Static, what the hell is this? He's going outside the ring and grabbing Frank Warburton's microphone?

STATIC: Hey, hey Edmonton! I just wanted to come out here and say how much I'm glad to be in Edmonton. Cos now I appreciate just HOW MUCH BETTER Ontario is, bobo! Yeah? What's that? Well you can suck my voodoo, lady! And you over there, you can suck my voodoo! Maybe ALLLLL of you can suck my voodoo----*

And Ravager with a thunderous right hand on the outside! And the crowd roars their approval at Ravager shutting Static up! The champion working over Static, oh Static drop toe-holds Ravager across the guard rail! Static...wait a minute, it's NAPW INTERVIEWER BILL FLEMING! Static yells something about "The Mayor!" before grabbing Ravager's legs and hoisting the man up, the champ's arms over the guard rail and his legs over in Static's arms. Bill Fleming...kicks Ravager in the stomach with a pointy boot! And then he hands Static a steel chair, this match has gone out of control! Ravager kicks Static to block the chair shot, grabs Static by the hair and smacks him face first into the railing! Static unceremoniously tossed back into the ring, and now Ravager is just unbelieveably angry. MUSCLE BUSTER, this could end it, FLEMING! BILL FLEMING FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO RAVAGER! And the referee is calling for the bell!

BILL HEWSON: What the hell has gotten into Fleming? The ref's called for the bell, that's gotta be a disqualification!

Static and Bill Fleming putting the boots to the provincial champion! And now wait a minute, Static has Ravager up, saying to Fleming "I want you to hit him with the chair, The Mayor! I'm gonna hold him and you're gonna hit him!" Static has Ravager's arms behind his back and Fleming with the chair once more! WAIT! Ravager kicks the chair into Fleming's face and breaks out of Static's arms, swooping behind the man... HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX! Static tumbles out of the ring, Bill Fleming has already rolled out! The referee raising Ravager's hand in victory by disqualification of Static... Static and Fleming up the aisle, looking towards Ravager, Static yelling about voodoo and The Mayor and god knows what else! Bill Fleming looking mighty pleased with himself!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager retaining his NAPW Championship by the thinnest margin possible, and that's only because Bill Fleming---of all people!---brought the chair into the ring! I don't think this is over, Jack Attack.

JACK ATTACK: That was one of the craziest matches I've ever seen! You know though, I'm surprised Lobo didn't get involved!

BILL HEWSON: After the wild brawl they had earlier, I agree with you... but Lobo is as Lobo does! When we come back! The Moose takes on the newcomer...Death!

NAPW returns with The Moose in the ring, the crowd rocking out with him to Big Sugar's "All Hell For A Basement."

BILL HEWSON: And we are moments away from seeing the debut of a man who, last Thursday on Action!, took out The Dragon before his match with Bad Boy Joey Malone. This man named DEATH.

And then, AC/DC kicks in. Death stalks to the ring in all black leather, the fans booing him. He takes his time, undoing his jacket on the ring steps and leaving it behind. He steps into the ring and ASSAULTS MARK MILLAR before Warburton can make any introductions! DING DING DING. Death giving up thirty pounds and six inches to Mark Millar, but you'd think Death was 7 feet tall with the aura he carries! Millar fires off right hands but Death just nails him with a superkick! IKUGA connects...that's one of Dragon's moves! Death continues the assault, pounding away on Mark Millar... THE MOOSE FIRES BACK! Mark Millar firing back with everything he's got...STUN GUN! Death is dropped, and now Millar screaming for the ROUGHNECK! Death with a low blow! HERE COMES THE DEATH ROW!

JACK JONES: What the --- who turned out the lights!

BILL HEWSON: We've lost all of our lighting...Wait a sec! The lights just came back up! And oh my gosh! It's The Dragon!

The Dragon standing in the aisle, surveying...as Death is in the ring, clearly having been NAILED by The Dragon with the lights out. Death is dazed...and Mark Millar is ready! HE HOISTS HIM! ROUGHNECK! ROUGHNECK! Mark Millar covers! One! Two! THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner by pinfall...THE MOOOOOOSE!

The Dragon clearly likes what he sees before he turns back to the locker room. Death rolls out of the ring, breathing murder, and The Moose celebrates his win to the delight of the Edmonton audience!

JACK JONES: Now why the heck wasn't that a disqualificaion, huh?

BILL HEWSON: Well certainly the referee didn't see what happened, but that can't be how Death wanted his debut in the NAPW to turn out! The Dragon has evened the score, and The Moose gains a big win tonight!

JACK JONES: Right!

BILL HEWSON: Don't go anywhere, folks. When we return, it's time for the main event. D! The Plague! NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP on the line! And it's next!

FRANK WARBURTON: NAPW fans, it's now time for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP MAAAATCH! And now, the competitors!

"RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES" by The Snitches cranks up... and it's D! to a huge ovation! D! half-sprints to the ring, clearly fired up! D! hits the corner and soaks it in. Snitches fade... Disturbed! "Down With The Sickness!" And the NAPW champion, coldness in his eyes and the TITLE BELT AROUND HIS WAIST, walks the aisle. The Plague gets in the ring via the steps, posing on the ring apron before entering. He takes the belt off and holds it high for the world to see before turning it over to the referee, who shows it to all four sides of the ring. The referee checks both men over before turning it over to Frank Warburton.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is schedule for one fall, and will determine the NAPW CHAMPION! Introducing first to my right...the challenger! Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta (POP!), he weighs in at two-hundred and ten pounds! He is Old School Unorthodoxy defined...THIS! IS! D!! And now, the CHAMPION! From New York City at a weight of two-hundred seventy-nine pounds... THE NAPW CHAMPEEEEN....THEEEE....PLAAAAAGUUEEEE!

DING DING DING, and the crowd is hot from the opening bell! Plague and D! meet in the center of the ring, Plague's greater height and mass more than apparent. Plague offers his hand to D!? D! looks at the crowd with a look of disbelief, but Plague with a big grin saying come on, kid, good luck. D! takes the hand... And Plague pulls him in close, both men standing eye-to-eye. Plague smirking, both men refusing to take eyes and finally they let go. D! tests the air with a quick kick, now they lock-up. Plague with the clear strength advantage powering D! around the ring, and he shoves him off. D! barely stumbles, stepping into a quick stance. Plague with a "Whaaaat?" look --- sudden clothesline! D! dodges that and fires away a kick to Plague's side. Plague whirls around and tries a spinning backhand, D! gets out of the way of that and hits the ropes, off with a spinning heel kick that takes the champion down! D! back to his feet, Plague takes his feet quickly and they lock up, knee lift to take over by the champion. Plague double-underhooks D! and wait! He's driving the knees into the mid-section and ribs of the challenger! Plague clearly studied D! and was prepared for a dragon screw counter by double-underhooking the arms! Plague VICIOUS in the assault, and then a butterfly suplex to finish sends D! hard into the canvas! Plague brushes his chest off onto D! and...deliberate knee across the forehead! D! holding his face and Plague takes a moment to remind the crowd that YES. HE IS THE CHAMPION. BOOOOO!

BILL HEWSON: And this crowd not a fan of The Plague, Jack Attack!

JACK JONES: But who's in control of this thing? The champ, Bill! And the fans can't change that!

The Plague pulls D! up for a couple hard blows, finishing off with a perfect suplex. Cover gets only two, as D! still has a lot of fight in him although he's taken a bunch of punishment already. The Plague sends D! to the ropes, D! ducks the clothesline attempt...and stops short! Plague whirls around RIGHT into a sick snap kick to the gut! And D! hits another one! And another! AND IT'S THE ROCKETTES KICK OF NO! The champion caught D!'s leg and clotheslined him out of his boots! The Plague drives the knee into D!'s face again, and one more time for good luck, cover! ONE, two, D! kicks out! Plague with a forearm shot, cover again, one, two, D! kicks out! Plague hauls D! to his feet by the hair and...sends him over the top rope! D! sent hard to the concrete, and the NAPW Champion with a cocky grin on his face, again taunting the crowd. D! struggling to his feet as The Champion leans over the top rope and grabs him by the hair to pull him up. But wait! D! with a shoulder block to The Plague, three times! D! with a sunset flip back into the ring! One, two, Plague kicks out and CLOTHESLINE! Oh man! D! got turned inside out! And The Plague seemingly pissed off by that offense by D! and he's just pounding away on D! on the canvas, referee with the five count, Plague breaks but backs the referee into the corner! The ref yelling at Plague to watch himself! Plague smirks and turns back around, grabbing a rising D!, smirking, and shooting the challenger to the ropes! Back body drop coming up...wait a minute! D! saw it coming and boots Plague in the gut! And again! AND...HE'S SINGING THE CAN-CAN! THE ROCKETTES KICK OF DOOM! And the crowd singing along with D!, Plague staggering from repeated snap kicks to his stomach...Roundhouse punch takes The Plague down! D! now with some momentum hits the ropes and... RUNNING ELBOW to the champion! It's a cover! One, two, Plague kicks out! D! getting revved up as the champion rises to his feet! And he unleashes the feet! IT'S A BARRAGE--- The Champ! The Plague bails to the outside of the ring before D! can get going with that! The crowd booing the champion for that, and Plague taps the side of his head, because you see, HE'S SMARTER THAN YOU. Except...D! WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE! The champ sent into the railing! D! with a right, a left, and a kick to the face of The Plague! Plague staggers and D! grabs him by the tights and sends him back into the ring, and D!...D! is going to the top rope! D! waiting for the champ to get up, waiting...BIG TIME YAKUZA KICK FROM THE TOP! That could be all! ONE! TWO! Plague...kicks out!

BILL HEWSON: And D!, the challenger, now has everything going for him! The champ's in trouble here!

JACK JONES: Where the heck does he get it from?

D! sends The Plague into the corner and comes in for a STINGER SPLASH! And he's...CAUGHT BY THE PLAGUE! Plague turns around and RAMS D! backfirst into the turnbuckle, and now to the other side of the ring! AGAIN! Back across and WHAM! Backfirst, and now the champion has D! on the top turnbuckle! D! clearly in pain! Plague going to the top, he's got D! And it's the SUPERPLEX! That's gotta be all! Plague...hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE---NO! SHOULDER UP! D! GETS! THE SHOULDER! UP! Plague arguing with the referee about the count, but D! got that shoulder up! Plague pulls D! up, but fights back! D! irish whips the champ - reversed, D! off the ropes - and he gets CAUGHT in the sleeper hold! Plague cutting off the flow of blood to D!'s brain in the center of the ring! D!...D! is fading! D! on the canvas, and the crowd trying to rally D! with chants, chants of "D! D! D! D!". But the referee checks the arm...and it drops! Again...the arm drops! It's over for D!, this match is over, the referee raises D!'s arm one more time, and...D! holds it up! D! trying to fight, trying to get up, this capacity crowd in the NAIT gym on their feet! D! Elbowing his way out! And he hits the ROPES NOOOOSPINEBUSTER! The PLAUGE! DESTROYING D! With the SPINEBUSTER! And now the champ has had enough! It's over hand signal! Plague pulls D! up and plants the challengers head between his legs! He lifts him high over head, hoists him up...FOR THE BLACK DEATH! WAIT A SEC! D! wriggling at the top! And he drops behind The Plague NYQUIL DRIVER! D! with a modified Nyquil Driver to stave off certain doom! And now both men are down! The referee makes the ten count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! And The Plague is stirring, D! is still shaking off that spinebuster! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! And the champ is up! The Plague has D!, firing away, taking him into the corner! Right right right right! The Champion sends D! across the ring HARD and charges in! D! catapults over top of the champion though! The Plague rams sternum first into the turnbuckle and D! with a huge reverse thrust kick! There's another kick! Strike! Kick! AND! D! is revving up! THE BEAT-O-BARRAGE IS ON! The Plague trying to counter, counters a strike but D! nails with a huge kick! And again! And again! The Plague being peppered with lightning fast kicks until he drops to his knees! D! with a wide stance, looks at the crowd... AND BUZZ KICKS THE PLAGUE RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEADDDD! PLAGUE...flops forward to the canvas and D! hooks the leg! ONE! TWO.....THREEEEE!

FRANK WARBURTON: HERE IS YOUR WINNNEERRRR...AND NEWWWW NAPW CHAMPIONNNNN! DEEEEEEE!

BILL HEWSON: And UNBELIEVABLY, D! IS THE NEW NAPW CHAMPION! My God, Jack Attack Jones! What a match! What an unbelievable match!

JACK JONES: I gotta give the kid credit, he left it all in the ring! And he's got the belt!

BILL HEWSON: And the referee gives him the title belt...D! looks in shock almost, he can't believe he has the strap! The crowd is on their FEET in Edmonton tonight!

And D!...holds the belt high over his head, disbelieving, believing, HE IS THE CHAMPION. And...wait, hold on. The Plague, holding his head, has gotten to his feet and he's staring holes into D!. The Plague standing barely a foot from the champion...and he offers his hand. The Plague shakes D!'s hand! And he's mouthing "Rematch, kid, you wait for the rematch...but this is yours right now." And The Plague, leaving the ring. D! HITS THE FOUR CORNERS!

BILL HEWSON: He's said it before, he'll say it again I'm sure...ONE LETTER! REAL LOUD! AND THAT MAN...IS THE NAPW CHAMPION! I'm Bill Hewson for Jack Jones...we'll see you at Action! D! D! D!