NAPW ACTION!

17/11/2005

NO DQ: THE IMMORTAL vs KHAOS

Immortal signals he's ready by going for a test of strength, and holds his right hand up, clearly out of Khaos' reach. He switches to his left hand, still out of reach, and it's obvious to anyone in attendance that Khaos is getting peeved at this routine. Grinning, Immortal drops down to one knee, then holds his right hand out again. Khaos wastes no time by unleashing a swift kick to the breadbasket--CAUGHT by Immortal! Immortal's laughing his head off--ENZIGURI by Khaos! Now his head's off! The crowd starts a small "Kha-os" chant on that one. Furious, Immortal's on his feet and locking up with Khaos! Headlock by the giant Immortal, hits the ropes . . . BULLDOG takedown. Immortal, making a rookie mistake, goes straight for the Boston Crab, but Khaos squirms out, runs quickly into the ropes, Immortal turns around--SPEAR! Khaos has taken the giant down to one knee again . . . hits the ropes, looks like it's time for a second SP--CLOTHESLINE! From Immortal! Out of Nowhere! Khaos picks himself up, but Immortal's already in position . . . BODY SLAM like Khaos was a sack of flour! The Immortal has something evil in mind here, what's this? He grabs Khaos' ankles and drops back . . . it's a SLINGSHOT! Khaos went through the ropes and crashing to the mat outside! Immortal's on his feet, raises his fists triumphantly and smiles . . . and the crowd BOOS him! He looks genuinely shocked! He starts screaming at the crowd, telling them they're all the same . . . but here's Khaos! He came in again, and he's got a CHAIR--IT'S LEGAL! Immortal turns around but it's too late! CLANG! Immortal drops to one knee. CLANG! Immortal's down! Immortal hits the ropes, RUNNING SENTON SPLASH! The crowd's roaring for Khaos, and Khaos roars for the crowd! Khaos drops the chair and picks up Immortal's knee--he's signalling for the Doomsday! DOOMSDAY! Khaos stomps him in the stomach, then drops the elb--OH MY GOD! Immortal caught Khaos by the throat! The Immortal rising, choking Khaos, and there's nothing the ref can do! Immortal's is on his feet, hand still wrapped around Khaos' throat... CHOKESLAM! FROM HELL! And now he's got the chair! Khaos is helpless--WHAM! The ref's begging Immortal to finish the match, and with a sick smile, the big man puts his boot on Khaos' chest. The ref goes for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! It's over! The crowd boos like no tomorrow, which only upsets the Immortal more, and he threatens to hit everyone with a chair if they don't shut up.

DEATH vs J.C. COOK

Death attacks before the bell, clearly unhappy about his elimination Monday night at the hands of J.C. Cook! Death backs Cook into the corner and drives the shoulder one, two, three times into Cook's gut! Irish whip sends Cook to the opposite corner...SUPERKICK finds Cook's chin! Cover gets two. Death pulls Cook up by a handful of hair and delivers right hands until Cook is dazed, leaning against the ring ropes. Death charges off to the other side, momentum, low bridge! J.C Cook dropped down and Death gets hung up in the ropes! J.C. Cook looks from side-to-side, gets the crowd's support, and boots Death in the gut. That sends the man tumbling back in, and now J.C. Cook is in control! The brawler laying into Death with rights and lefts! Death fires back, ducked by Cook who hooks in a full-nelson! Full-Nelson slam! Cover gets TWO. Cook scoops Death up and we've got an Oklahoma Stampede, into the pin, and...only two! J.C. Cook in completel control, he sends Death to the ropes, spinebuster comin' up! Death rips at Cook's eyes and stops that! Boot to the gut, head inbetween, annnnd...POWERBOMB! J.C. Cook just snapped to the ground! Death off the ROPES! IKUGA! GETS...TWO! Neither man seems to be able to get a full-advantage! Death, the irish whip sends Cook back-first into the turnbuckle HARD. Now he stalks in and sets Cook on the top. He's going for the DEATH SENTENCE 450 Powerbomb! If he hits this it's OVER! Wait! Cook is fighting out! What the...SUNSET FLIP OFF THE TOP! Death SPLATS the canvas and it's one, two, th---somehow Death kicks out! J.C. Cook holding his rear-end, he might've injured his tailbone with that desperation maneuver...but he's got enough in him to send Death to the corner! HEAD O' STEAM! FUZZY SPLASH! Death to the other side! FUZZY SPLASH --- nobody home! Cook shakes it off, turns around into SUPERKICK II --- Cook ducks! NAILS Death in the gut - AND HITS THE PRESSURE COOKER! There's a cover, one, two, three! J.C. Cook takes the win here on Action!

Action! returns from commercial, and J.C. Cook is still high-fiving fans on his way to the back. He's steps away from the curtain when THE NIGHTMARE begins to make his entrance. Cook stares at him oddly as they pass one another...and when his attention is distracted, MISERY storms out of the curtain and Pearl Harbor's J.C. Cook! Nightmare joining in, helping out his new "family" member Misery! Misery and The Nightmare are working over J.C. Cook! Nightmare holding J.C Cook up! BIG BOOT to the face from Misery puts Cook down! Here come officials to break it up, but Misery is quite happy with what he's done and heads back through the curtains as Nightmare continues his entrance. He almost seems shocked that the fans are booing him.

THE NIGHTMARE vs "BAD BOY" JOEY MALONE

Joey Malone starts getting in The Nightmare's face, taunting the man for all he's worth. Looks like Nightmare's not really liking this verbal smackdown. Nightmare punches Malone, and Malone is down, holding his face and thrashing on the mat! Nightmare picks up Joey, only to give Malone a spinebuster! Malone is flying around the ring in pain, looking for a place to hide. Nightmare, sensing that he could win this here and now, corners Joey in the turnbuckle, and an EYE GOUGE BY MALONE! This is one sneaky kid! Malone follows it up by a double axe handle to the back of Nightmare! Malone is just laying into the larger man! Just when Malone's ready to drop Nightmare to the floor, Nightmare wraps his hands about Joey's neck and starts choking the life out of the Bad Boy! Nightmare's got Joey on the ground, still choking with all his might! The ref starts yelling at Nightmare to break the illegal chokehold. Nightmare lets go, but seems confused why the ref wouldn't count the pin. Nightmare shrugs, picks up Malone and CHOKESLAMS him to the canvas! One, two, three! This match is over!

Backstage, Death is leaving his locker room with a black look on his face. He hears sarcastic clapping, and stepping out from a corner...is THE DRAGON, who looks mighty pleased. Death drops his gym back and attacks, but The Dragon was waiting, and is about to gain a measure of revenge on his rival when an Italian man appears out of nowhere! Now it's Death and this man attacking The Dragon! Death & his cohort are stomping, stomping away on The Dragon! With Dragon in pain on the ground, Death spouts off some threats, lays in one final boot, and walks away with the Italian --- leaving The Dragon in severe pain on the concrete floor of the locker room...

PROVINCIAL TITLE MATCH: STATIC (c) vs LOBO

Strangely, 'The Mayor' Bill Fleming is nowhere to be found. Fleming has a match with Ravager still on Action!, as ordered by Commissioner Winchell, but he's not at ringside with his man. Lobo of course weighing nearly twice as much as Static with muscles on top of muscles! But Static has quickness and a cool mask. And the fans? They hate 'em both, and are quite content to watch Static & Lobo clobber each other for the Provincial Title. Ravager, also nowhere to be seen, he must've accepted Lobo's two grand to stay away from the match. Static in and out, peppering Lobo with chops, slaps and punches, but Lobo catches the man with both arms and powerslams him down! Thunderous powerslam! Lobo drops an elbow, Static rolls out of the way! Dropkick! Lobo staggered, but he does NOT go down! Static shrugs, hits a standing dropkick! Lobo took it in the face...but does NOT go down. Static shakes his head, hits the ropes for one more dropkick! Lobo staggering, staggering - off the ropes one more time, puts his whole body into it, and gets caught! Lobo has Static in both arms, the champ's not nowhere to go except DOWN. Front Press Slam with all of Lobo's mass on top of Static, one, two, kick out by the champ. Lobo grabs an arm lock, then switches over into a surfboard stretch, that thick knee right between Static's shoulder blades! Static clearly in pain, but not giving any over. Lobo switches over to the DRAGON SLEEPER! Lobo made The Fixer tap out to the Dragon Sleeper just one week ago! Static kicking, squirming like a worm on the hook, and WOW! Static somehow propels his legs up and around to Lobo's head, wrapping them around! Head scissor take down! The Champion holding his neck, trying to get it back in, but Lobo is already up! Unloads one heckuva lariat, flipping the champ inside-out! Cover gets TWO. Lobo applies a neck wrench to keep the match grounded. Clever strategy, ensuring the Hardcore Luchador can't even take flight. Lobo man-handles Static to a standing position, irish whip, OH MY! Static hits SO hard into the corner, smashing face-first to the canvas afterward!

The challenger picks the champion up, wraps him up for the pump-handle! Lobo lifts Static high, and he HOLDS him there! Making him think about it - wait a minute! Static wriggles out! He lands behind Lobo and KICKS him in the back of the knee! Again! Again! Static with a high dropkick to Lobo's back sends Lobo sternum-first into the turnbuckle! The champion gets some distance and SLAMS the low dropkick into the back of Lobo's knee! FINALLY. LOBO. COLLAPSES. And Static wastes NO time, hitting the ropes for the LIONSAULT! ONE! TWO! LOBO! His upper body's got NO problems, THROWING Static off! Static waiting for Lobo to come up, and the champ is fired up! Lobo is to his feet, and Static rushes, Lobo instinctively fires a lariat, but Static was HOPING for that! He ducks underneath and drives another dropkick into Lobo's right knee! Lobo staggers, hooking his arms over the top rope to stay standing...Static leaps onto the top turnbuckle and FIRES OFF with a missile dropkick! Lobo tumbles to the outside! The champion waiting, waiting for Lobo to get up. Static hits the ropes, head o' steam, SPRINGBOARD off the top rope...and GOOD GRAVY, LOBO CAUGHT HIM. Static SLAMMED into the concrete floor! Lobo grabs Static by the mask and rolls him back into the ring. He's not putting a lot of weight on the left knee, but Lobo is standing, and he's got Static UP...CHOKE!SLAM! There's the cover! One! Two! THREE! WAIT! The champion has his foot on the rope! Lobo thinks he's won, but the referee noticed the leg on the rope! Referee trying to tell Lobo no, it's not over...and now Lobo's arguing! Annnnnd here's the MAYOR! The Mayor hands Static something, is that a chain? Static wrapping a chain around his fist as The Mayor taunts fans at ringside. Lobo turns around! WHAM! Chain-fist, Static tosses it out of the ring in a hurry! Lobo falls like a big oak tree, and Static leaps to the top turnbuckle! MOMENT! OF! CLARITY! It connects! Static covers, BILL FLEMING HAS LOBO'S ANKLE! ONE! TWO! THREE! Static retains the Provincial Title!

And now Static and Bill Fleming are getting the hell out of Dodge, Fleming half-supporting Static. The champ's got the title belt in his hands, clearly impressed with himself. SUDDENLY! RAVAGER'S MUSIC HITS! Static and Fleming whirl around in shock! Static readies the Provincial Title Belt as a weapon! Fleming holds up his chain! But there's no Ravager...THERE HE IS. Ravager just hopped the guardrail at ringside, he's got a chair and he's behind Fleming and Static! CHAIRSHOT! CHAIRSHOT! Both men just went down! And now, Ravager, what's this? He's got handcuffs on him...wait, he just saw Fleming's chain! Ravager is...Ravager has wrapped the chain around Static's wrists, and he's using the handcuffs...to CHAIN STATIC TO THE GUARDRAIL, FAR from the ring! And now Ravager has Bill Fleming by the hair, dragging the man (literally) up the aisle as the fans cheer wildly! But wait, Lobo is standing by the ring, what's going to happen here? Ravager holds up his hands, reminding Lobo that he didn't interfere, pointing down the aisle to the chained, half-conscious Static. Ravager makes a gesture of "all yours, and this piece of crap here...is ALL MINE!" For tonight, at least, Lobo & Ravager have a truce! Lobo grinning wickedly, slowly advancing on Static. Ravager tosses Bill Fleming in the ring unceremoniously, and by order of NAPW Commissioner Bobby Winchell, it's...

BILL FLEMING vs RAVAGER

Fleming on his knees, begging. Ravager looks at the crowd, who clearly would like nothing more than to see The Mayor get his just desserts! Ravager opens fire, and the crowd goes wild! Fleming getting beaten in the corner! He stumbles out, and Ravager rips off his "Static" t-shirt, exposing Fleming's pasty white chest for everybody to see! Fleming trying to get out of the ring, but Ravager hooks him...DRAGON SUPLEX! Ravager releases, no pin! Fleming is DEAD. Ravager looks down the aisle as Lobo methodically pounds on still-the-champion. He grins, and then hauls Fleming up. Pick-up sets Fleming on the top rope, Ravager follows. YES! It's the SUPER BRAINBUSTER! Ravager with a lazy cover, and the three count is academic! NAPW Action! goes off the air with Static & The Mayor both down and out, and tonight at least, it's Ravager's night! The hired gun reigns supreme as Action! goes off the air!