MONDAY NIGHT FIGHTS21/11/2005'I've built up / This wall of mine / All filled out / Ready to blow... I WANT THIS TO EXPLODE.' Boy Charlie's fiery rocker "OVER WITH" blasts through the NAIT Athletic Center as hundreds of screaming fans have filled the bleachers, the ringside seats, and more! NAPW is one of the hottest tickets in Edmonton right now!
'LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH! BILL HEWSON: Welcome once again to New Alberta Pro Wrestling! I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack Attack Jones and you are watching MONDAY NIGHT FIGHTS! JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, it's going to be one unbelievable show tonight, the final MNF before NAPW's first supercard BLACK THURSDAY. And what about the main event, eh? It's the CHAMPIONS TAG MATCH by order of the NAPW Commission! BILL HEWSON: Unbelievable is right, Jack Attack! It will be Provincial Champion STATIC teaming with, amazingly, one of his OPPONENTS at Black Thursday, Lobo! And of course their partner will be the number contender to the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP...I'm talking about The Plague! JACK JONES: That's gotta be some kinda dream team, Hewson. BILL HEWSON: And of course they will be facing the unique pairing of the third-man in the Provincial Title Triple-Threat at Black Thursday, former NAPW Provincial Champ RAVAGER. And he will be teaming with the REIGNING NAPW Champion, the man who will meet THE PLAGUE in a Career vs Title match at Black Thursday...D! But right now! It's FIGHT! time as "Killing In The Name Of" blasts the sound system...it's DECAPITATOR AXE! With a shopping cart full of deadly weapons! The NAPW fans are...holding their beers up? They've definitely picked their man for this match! Axe is at ringside, and he's throwing choice items out into the ring...a hockey stick, a frying pan, a dented street sign...and his trusty Singapore cane! Axe rolls into the ring and gets ready for..."Son Of A Bush!" It's THE BEAST! And he's got COACH JAGO with him, and he's got...a golf bag? Both men approach ringside, where Coach Jago offers his wrestler a club. Beast grips it in one hand, checks the action...he doesn't like it! Jago offers him another club, this one looks like a nine-iron! Beast smiles! This is the one! Beast uses the club to menace Frank Warburton, demanding that he starts the match! FRANK WARBURTON: The following HARDCORE match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from EDMONTON... DECAPITATOR AXE! And his opponent, accompanied by Coach Jago... representing D-X, St. Albert's own THE BEAST! Axe wastes little time rushing his opponent, but Beast sees him charge and...parries the Singapore cane? With a nine-iron? Axe swings again! Beast parries! IT'S A HARDCORE SWORD-FIGHT! Beast knocks the cane out of Axe's hand, it looks like he'll get the first hit in...AXE! DUCKS! THE SWING! CLOTHESLINE! To the back of the head! Beast rolls onto his feet, clearly not impressed with his opponent! He whips his duster off, tosses it into his corner, then makes a play for the street sign--he's got it! But Axe took the time to get a hockey stick--OVERHAND! Smashing the street sign into Beast's face! Beast gets up, only to get checked in the gut by the stick handle! And now a huge club to the back! Beast is down again and Axe holds the stick up, playing to the crowd! This could be a short match, folks--OH SWEET MERCY! Beast has just rabbit-punched Axe in the family jewels! It's a hardcore match! The ref can't say a damn word! Axe looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him--ANOTHER SHOT! A THIRD! Axe falls down now, clutching himself, while Beast stands up, dusting himself up with a smug look on his face! Beast picks up the hockey stick, sets it in front of Axe's nose--PUTYOURCHILDRENINBEDRIGHTNOW--SLAPSHOT! With a sickening SLAP! Now Beast holds the stick up lke he's just won the Stanley Cup! The crowd lets him have it! He tosses the stick and goes for another weapon...the frying pan, maybe? Wait, what? His DUSTER? He got his leather coat? What's he--he's got it wrapped around Axe's throat! He's choking the life out his opponent! BILL HEWSON: Oh my gosh! Axe's nose is broken, his face is bright red - JACK JONES: And he doesn't look like he's winning, either! Beast tosses the limp Axe to the ground, then turns towards the entrance and...throws up the X? Is that some sort of signal? Beast goes back to his opponent, and starts choking him with the coat all over again! The crowd starts an "Axe" chant for struggling wrestler...NOW who's coming through the entrance? It's Stylin' Kyle Roberts, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and he's got a shopping cart of his own! Stylin' starts handing MORE weapons to his Tag Team partner! A baseball bat! A commerative Stanly Cup dinner plate! "If They Only Knew" by Chyna! A length of steel chain...and Beast is wrapping that chain around his fist! You don't need the Beast's college degrees to figure out what HE'S gonna do! He props up Axe on his knees--STEEL CHAIN SHOT! Axe flops onto his back, and Beast pats himself on the damn back! He goes for the cover--NOT LIKE THIS! One, two--KICK OUT! KICK OUT! AXE IS NOT DEAD YET! Beast's SCOWLS For about a split second, then he returns to the offensive, kicking Axe in the ribs. He picks up the dinner plate...and heads to the second rope? Axe is picking himself up, dazed, but The Beast is waiting--he jumps from the post--and SMASHES the valuable commerative plate on top of Axe's head! Axe is down again! Beast turns to the crowd and sticks his arms out, screaming "OPA!" Stylin' Kyle and Coach Jago are beside themselves with laughter, but the crowd tries to BOO Bruce Richards out of the building. Shrugging them off, Beast goes back to Axe for another pinfall...ONE, TWO, KICK OUT! The Beast is actually losing his temper! He drops down to give Axe some more steel chain! But now Axe is firing back! He's got no weapons, but he's knocking the Beast off of him! IT'S AXE! ON HIS FEET! AND HE'S GOT THE BASEBALL BAT--CRACK!!! Everyone in the cheap seats could hear that one! Beast flops down, and Stylin Kyle' jumps in the ring--CRACK!!! That knocks Stylin' Kyle into the ropes! Axe hits the ropes and uses the bat like a battering ram--ROBERTS SENT FLIPPING OUT OF THE RING! Axe turns around, it's The Beast with the street sign again! CLANG! But instead of falling, Axe is ROARING! Beast is stunned, and that lets Axe clothesline him with the bat! Axe tosses the bat away..what's he thinking of doing? He rolls out, and looks under the ring apron and pulls out a sledgehammer! Axe puts the sledgehammer back and pulls out a -chainsaw-, decides against it, and puts it back... JACK JONES: When the heck did Axe put all that crap under the ring? BILL HEWSON: I don't know, but he's wasted too much time! It's THE BEAST off the ring apron! He just smashed Axe in the face with Chyna's book! Now HE'S going for AXE's weapons! WAIT A SEC! IT'S DECAPITATOR DIAMOND! Sure enough, The Beast lifts the apron--CRUTCH SHOT! CRUTCH SHOT! DECAPITATOR DIAMOND was waiting there for him! Beast goes limp! Axe is back on his feet, and the Decapitators, although weakened, bundle Beast back into the ring! Axe high-fives his partner and rolls back in--CHOP BLOCK! ON DIAMOND! FROM STYLIN' KYLE! Diamond is howling with pain! Axe can't deal with that now, he sets The Beast up--AXE EFFECT! Beast hits the ground like a corpse! Axe is signalling the referee to come in for the pin, and Stylin' Kyle drapes The Beast's leg on the rope! He's just saved the Beast, and he turns to rub it in the fan's faces! The ref hits the count, ONE, TWO, THREE, and all of the colour drains from Kyle's face. He turns around and screams; the ropes apparently don't count for a rope break in a hardcore match-up! The ref's only there to count the pinfall! Axe doesn't wait for the ref to hold his hand up...he's going straight for his fallen partner! Stylin' Kyle, on the other hand, beats a hasty retreat to the back before his partner wakes up and realizes what's happened! Coach Jago runs after him, whistling frantically! And the only wrestler left in the ring is the unconscious Beast! BILL HEWSON: Welcome back to NAPW, and it's been made official - after Axe's victory over The Beast in a wild Hardcore match, it WILL BE The Decapitators vs The New & Improved D-X for the Tag Team titles at Black Thursday! The Decapitators surely looking forward to another shot at The Beast & Stylin' Kyle! JACK JONES: Don't forgot, The Decapitators didn't have what it took to beat D-X in the LAST title shot they had. What's going to be different about this time? BILL HEWSON: You watching the same match I was? Axe & Diamond aren't messing around when it comes to D-X anymore. Hold on... Folks, we've just received word that our next match - The Dragon taking on Death's cohort Don Marintino - will NOT be taking place tonight on MNF. It seems that neither man has arrived at the arena tonight! So we will be moving on to our NEXT match... Linkin Park kicks in, and out walks THE CRUSHER for his NAPW debut! The All-American charges to the ring and raises his arms, the crowd responding with a decent pop. Park fades out... replaced by Lou Bega and his "MAMBO NUMBER FIVE," of all things. Luchalibre KHAOS walks out, jiving to the music and playing to the crowd. He gets in the ring high-fives The Crusher. KHAOS & THE CRUSHER look to the curtain, and in a moment, THE IMMORTAL strides through to Trapt's "Headstrong." The crowd boos him, to his dismay and shock. Immortal tries to slap high-fives on the way to the ring, but the fans continue to give 'im heck. Immortal gets in the ring, frustrated, as Frank Warburton gets set to introduce the match. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Riverside, California...THE...CRRRUSHER! And his partner, from Gibbons Alberta, he is...KHAOOOOS! And their opponent, from Airdrie Alberta... THEEEE IMMORTALLLL! BILL HEWSON: And this match originally scheduled to be a tag match. However The Immortal's tag team partner The Exorcist quit the NAPW just days ago, apparently tired of being Immortal's lackey! JACK JONES: Well, can't say I blame him. This guy Immortal can't make up his mind who he wants to be. I got no respect for somebody who goes out there and BEGS the humanoids to cheer for him! BILL HEWSON: Nonetheless, this is now a handicap match. Immortal the big man, at six-nine and three-hundred fifty pounds, but is it enough to win a two-on-one? The Immortal & The Crusher start this match off, Crusher certainly nowhere near as dwarfed by Immortal as his partner is. Crusher wastes no time, delivering a big right hand to Immortal's jaw! Immortal backs off, he wants a clean match. He's offering his hand? The crowd jeering Immortal for his display of sportsmanship, and Crusher slaps the hand out of the way! Bizarre circumstances here, and Crusher bounces off the ropes for a shoulderblock! Immortal doesn't go down, Crusher hits the ropes again! Shoulderblock staggers the big man Immortal, and Crusher starts firing away! Immortal backed towards the ropes as Crusher fires away! Irish whip! Crusher waiting for him, what a big powerslam! Crusher at 6'4 powerslammed the 6'9 250 pound monster! Cover barely gets two, though! Now Crusher continuing to fire away on Immortal, and Khaos wants in the ring! Tag is made. Crusher hooks a front face-lock on Immortal, SUPLEX...STALLING! What incredible strength from The Crusher! Khaos is on the top rope! FLYING SPLASH! What a suplex/splash combo by Khaos & The Crusher! One! Two! Th---Kick out! BILL HEWSON: And there is a huge, HUGE size difference between Khaos & The Immortal! Khaos has got to keep moving, keep Immortal from using his size or it's going to be trouble! Khaos off the ropes, spinning heel kick takes Immortal! Khaos with awesome speed scores with a flying head-scissors as soon as the big man takes his feet! Khaos steps to the ring apron...springboard senton! There's a cover, one, two, OH MY! Immortal POWERED out of that one! Khaos flew about five feet! The Immortal getting to his feet, Khaos with a dropkick puts the big man against the ropes! The luchadore with a head of steam, HANDSPRING ELBOW COMING' UP...OH MY! Immortal literally CAUGHT Khaos! REVERSE POWERBOMB! And that was just PUNISHING! And Immortal is screaming, he's clearly upset! He's got Khaos, what's this...A SIT OUT POWERBOMB! One, two, NO! Khaos somehow got the shoulder up! Immortal looking over to the fans, and they're still mocking him! Immortal just doesn't understand what's going on! He pulls Khaos up by the hair, Khaos fires some fists off! The crowd rallying behind the lightweight, and Immortal hammers him to stop that! Khaos' head stuffed between Immortal's legs, he's calling for the LAST RIDE powerbomb! He has Khaos UP...UP HIGH...CRUSHER! THE CRUSHER WITH A SPEAR TO IMMORTAL! And Khaos lands on top of Immortal, fists a fire! Khaos gets out of the way as The Crusher pulls The Immortal up, right hand, right hand, irish whip sends Immortal hard into the turnbuckle! The Crusher signals for it! HARDCORE SPEAR INTO THE TURNBUCKLE OH MY GOSH! IMMORTAL MOVED! The Crusher just NAILED his shoulder right into the STEEL ringpost! Immortal drags Crusher back into the ring and pounds on him in the corner. KHAOS with a SPEAR - IMMORTAL moved! Khaos right into Crusher with a spear! Khaos is stunned, but he turns around into a HUGE clothesline by The Immortal! That sends Khaos over the top to the floor! The Crusher stumbles out of the corner...RIGHT into Immortal's great big fist! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! There's a cover! One, two, three, it's over! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner...THE IMMMORTALLLL! The referee raises Immortal's hand, and the big man is ecstatic. Until he hears the crowd still booing him, a small chant of "KHA-OS" even starting up. Immortal is losing his mind at the reactions! Will the crowd ever love The Immortal? JACK JONES: And Immortal WANTS these people to cheer him? Why? What do they know? BILL HEWSON: Well Immortal wants to be accepted, and he doesn't seem too happy that these fans don't want to accept him! Nevertheless, Immortal is victorious tonight on MNF. When we come back...Misery! Mirage! And it's next! JACK JONES: So that's when I took off my tie! BILL HEWSON: *ahem* Welcome back to NAPW Monday Night Fights! Our next match is a strange contest between two cult-leaders...with one accusing the other of being a knock-off of himself! JACK JONES: Well you know the way these cult leaders work. If there's one David Koresh, there's two. BILL HEWSON: ...there was only David Koresh. What kind of metaphor is that? Oh, never mind, here comes Mirage! "Behind These Eyes" by Three Doors Down brings out Mirage to boos. Mirage strides to the ring, seeminly unfazed. Before his entrance is even complete, though, Misery's music starts up! Every 16 year old rebels favorite band NINE INCH NAILS bring the "PAIN", and as the lights dim, Misery makes a dramatic entrance to the ring. The crowd clearly isn't behind either man... FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weight in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds...MIRAGE! And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred fifty pounds... MMMMISERRRRRY! Mirage enters the ring, while Misery's sitting in the corner, staring fiercely at his opponent. Once the bell rings, Misery jumps up and grapples with Mirage, concentrating hard on getting Mirage's mask off. "Take it off! You don't deserve to wear this!" The ref's trying to get between them, which allows Mirage to boot Misery in the crotch, catching him off-guard. Mirage follows it up with a reverse atomic drop, further targeting Misery's midsection. Misery's shaken, and Mirage backs off and gets into a three-point stance. Mirage lunges for Misery, but Misery sidesteps the spear, and Mirage runs into the turnbuckle. Mirage stunned! Misery grabs his arm and hits him with a clothesline to put Mirage on the mat. Misery jumps on the prone Mirage, still in a rage to get the mask off Mirage's face. BILL HEWSON: Misery is doing everything in his power to get that mask of Mirage's face! JACK JONES: Well, if you had a little shadow like Mirage, wouldn't you try your best to get rid of him? I'm just wondering if Misery's going to rip Mirage's face off with the mask! Misery realizes that Mirage has got too much energy to get the mask off, so he picks Mirage off the mat, and hoists him over his shoulder for a running powerslam on the other side of the ring! He whips Mirage into the ropes, to follow it up with a side Black Hole Slam! JACK JONES: Mirage is being beaten sick! I'm sure the only hacking he'll be doing after this match is coughing up his lungs in the infirmary! BILL HEWSON: Who's that at the top of the aisle? Is it J.C. Cook? What's he doing here? Mirage starts punching Misery and getting some momentum back. Irish whip to the corner by Mirage, and then another reverse atomic drop. Misery looks groggy. Mirage hoists Misery into position for a tombstone piledriver! What? Why does Mirage look in pain all of a sudden? Is Misery? He is! He's got a nerve hold on a VERY sensitive part of Mirage. Misery's weight is pulling Mirage backwards, until Misery's feet are touching the floor. The ref starts counting for Misery to break the hold he's got on Mirage's crotch, which Misery does reluctantly at the four-count. But now he sets Mirage up for an tombstone of his own! MISERY LOVES COMPANY! Mirage is down, that's going to be all... but Misery isn't covering. Misery hauls Mirage up again! OH MY GOSH! MISERY LOVES COMPANY TIMES TWO! And the three count! J.C. Cook watches Misery get the pinfall, and goes back through the curtain in disgust. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall...MIIIIISERRRRRY! BILL HEWSON: Good Lord, not just one, but TWO MISERY LOVES COMPANY piledrivers! JACK JONES: If that masked lunatic took a claw to MY Johnson, I'd be in misery too! BILL HEWSON: J.C. Cook doesn't seem to thrilled to even be INVOLVED with Misery. They'll settle their score at Black Thursday. JACK JONES: What is Cook, some kinda prima donna? If some mad bastard beat the crap out of me, and took me to the limit in match one, I'd want to put one over on him. Ah well. What's next, Bill? BILL HEWSON: When we come back, Jack Attack, it's MAIN EVENT time. Don't go anywhere! The Champions Tag match when we return! The show returns with the crowd abuzz. Frank Warburton stands in the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: It's now time for the NAPW Monday Night Fights MAIN EVENT. It is a CHAMPIONS TAG MATCH. Now, the competitors! ROB ZOMBIE! And here comes LOBO to the ring, with an ugly, pissed off expression on his face. Lobo's made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to have any part of being on the same team as one of his partner's. Lobo hits the ring and sulks in the corner, a mountain of a man looking churlish. Are you down with the Sickness? Cos it's THE PLAGUE, the former NAPW Champion making a grand entrance, trademark smirk in place. Plague trash-talks fans on the way to the ring. He looks in disgust at a fan's homemade sign saying "ONE LETTER - ONE CHAMP!" and grabs it from the fan, tearing it up at ringside. BOOO BOOO BOOO! Plague takes his time getting to the ring, enjoying every single moment of the crowd's disdain. He takes off his "STYLIN' KYLE IS MY FAVORITE WRESTLER" t-shirt and throws it into the crowd. Apparently Plague has a few words for Lobo too, and the two men jaw. BADA BING, DANGERDOOM...sssssSTATIC is in the building! The Mayor leads the way to the ring, telling the camera "you're looking at the provincial champion! That's right!" Static follows behind, his mask, er, masking his expression. Static flips into the ring over the top rope and mocks the crowd with a "please cheer for me" expression before flipping them off. Static takes off his title belt. The referee goes to take it but Static pulls it away, yelling something about "Only The Mayor May Manage My Metal Medal!" Fleming takes the belt and smirks. Lobo twitches towards Fleming - The Mayor flinches and gets out of the ring. Static and Lobo staring burning daggers towards each other, The Plague trying to make a little peace here. JACK JONES: What was Commissioner Winchell thinking, putting Lobo & Static on the same team! I mean, I like 'em both better than Ravager, but they're not exactly big fans of one another! BILL HEWSON: This is going to be a very, very interesting match to watch. These teams may never happen again, Jack Attack! Enjoy it while you can! The heels don't have too much time left to argue, though... APOCALYPTICA. And Ravager storms the aisle, implacably calm. He doesn't bother getting to the ring though, not with three bad apples with bad attitudes waiting for him. Ravager stops at the end of the aisle... "RIIIIIIIGHT before my eyes!" And GOOD GOD! HERE COMES THE NAPW CHAMPION AT A RUN! D! SLIDES INTO THE RING, Ravager a step behind him! And it's ON! Ravager & Static & Lobo, oh my! Plague & D! The NAPW Champion kicking the living snot out of The Plague, all the way to the corner! Ravager sends Lobo to the outside, Static with an irish whip, REVERSED! Static shot into the corner - D! moves! Static into Plague! Both men slumped in the turnbuckle and THE CHAMP! STINGER SPLASH! Static stumbles out - and Ravager is waiting for a NORTHERN LIGHTS BUSTER! Static rolls to the outside! It's The Plague and D! FIRING those lethal feet, one kick, two kick, three kick, ROCKETTES KICK! Can, can, can YOU do the Can-Can? The crowd singing along with the NAPW Champion as he repeatedly kicks his rival in the stomach! JACK JONES: I don't know what's worse! The kicks or that SONG! Ravager is in one corner, and Lobo & Static are in another corner, looking tense. In the center of the ring, D! russian leg sweeps The Plague down and covers! One, two, Plague kicks out! D!, showing no signs as of yet that he is still INJURED - he's running on adrenaline and rage! The Champion mounts Plague and !unloads! with right hands! D! stands up and raises his arms to the sky! The crowd roars! The champ hits is going to the TOP ROPE! Plague staggering to his feet, completely unprepared for the assault! D! waits, waits, waits...Plague stands...BIG TIME YAKUZA KICK FROM THE TOP! Plague goes down, cover, this could be allllll...STATIC breaks up the pinfall! D picks up Plague and beales him to the heel corner, where Static tags himself in. D! looks to Static --- points to Ravager --- points to Static! The crowd WANTS IT! D! tags in Ravager! And Static trash-talking, Ravager comes at him! And whoa! Static just tagged in Lobo, slapping him on the shoulder! Lobo looks shocked and even more angry than before if that's possible! Static telling him "hey, come on, take him on! You're in, Sherriff!" Lobo steps through the ropes with a black look at Static. Ravager shrugs, he's quite content to take it to Lobo! Lobo with a right hand, Ravager counters with a thumb to the eye! He still hasn't changed his ways, but the fans are clearly into him for it! With Lobo momentarily blinded, Ravager hits an STO! Big move, and now Ravager grabbing the man's arm! Cross arm-breaker, he could snap it! Lobo suddenly coming out of his funk to fight Ravager off! Take the strongman's arms out and what's he got left? Ravager cinches it on! Lobo roaring in pain, but he's not submitting. 'ang on a tick... Lobo is rolling somehow. Oh my gosh! He's getting to his feet, Ravager STILL having the arm-breaker cinched in! Lobo is HOLDING Ravager up! Ravager trying to hold on for dear life, but Lobo has his arms around him! This doesn't look GOOD - POWERSLAM! With authority! Lobo not taking advantage though, going back to his own corner. Lobo SLAPS Static on the chest with thunder. Now Static is in, as Ravager is still getting up. Swinging neckbreaker! Static grinds the heel into Ravager's face and then says "HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?" The crowd, notably, still does NOT. Static shrugs and stomps Ravager in the nose with a sick thud. Quick-style suplex puts Ravager down, float-over to a cover, that gets two. Static pops to his feet and steps to the ring apron! Nimbly he steps on top of the top rope, balancing for one, two, three, four seconds! SPRINGBOARD! And he CATCHES a rising Ravager with a phenomenal swinging huracanrana! Tag made to Plague, who rushes in with the CLOTHESLINE FROM NEW YORK. Ravager turned inside out! BILL HEWSON: And hey now, that's unnecessary! The Plague just took a cheap shot at D!, sending him to the floor! What a cheap shot that was! Plague hauls Ravager up by the hair and hooks a front facelock. He looks over the crowd and SMIRKS. Ravager lifted into the hair, being held...BRAINBUSTER. Ravager holding his head in pain, Plague hit that solid! But wait a sec! Here comes D!, spearing Plague and firing away! The referee trying to break them up but D! and Plague are rolling around the ring trying to beat other senseless! Behind the referee's back, The Mayor tosses Static a steel chair! Ravager is rising, Static boots him...DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Fleming removes the chair and grins to the crowd as Static gets back to the corner. And what the heck...he begins WHISTLING, clearly displaying his innocence. Lobo is disgusted. The referee forcibly gets D! back to his corner, threatening a disqualification! A DQ happened right behind his back! The ref turns around and Plague covers a motionless Ravager! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! ONE! TWO! THREE-NOO! Ravager got the shoulder up! Plague picks him up and hooks a facelock again, going to tag in Lobo...WHOA. Lobo just backed off. Plague drops Ravager and begins arguing. Static is too! Lobo audibly says "Screw this!" and NAILS STATIC IN THE FACE! The Plague yelling at him, telling him "YOU JUST MADE A HUGE MISTAKE, JACK!" But Lobo just WALKS OFF, heading up the aisle. Plague watching after him - RAVAGER ROLLS HIM UP! ONE! TWO! TH---NO! Plague kicks out, Ravager wants a DDT, Plague blocks that with his leg, KNEE TO THE GUT! Repeated knees to Ravager's stomach, knocking the wind out of the man! And here it comes! THE BLACK DEATH! Plague has Ravager's head between his legs...wait! Ravager with a LOW BLOW! DING! Plague doubles-over holding his groin as Ravager...DDT! And now both men are down! The crowd is thundering behind Ravager! Ravager crawling, crawling...HE MAKES THE TAG! THE CHAMP IS IN THE RING! D! kicking the living hell out of The Plague --- watch out Champ! STATIC off the top rope GETS THE ROUNDHOUSE IN THE FACE! D! with another roundhouse sends STATIC over the top ropes! Suplex to The Plague! D! is calling for it! PLEASANT CYCLING! He's got it hooked! The Plague is in the center of the ring! He's going to have no choice but to tap out! Wait, RAVAGER ON THE OUTSIDE! Ravager just nailed Static! Into the ring post! Into the guard rail! Into the ring apron! Static is being beaten from pillar to post by the former Provincial Champion! BILL HEWSON: PLAGUE'S GOT TO TAP OUT HERE - HANG ON A TIC! Bill Fleming just got into the ring with the Provincial Title! OH MY! RIGHT TO THE BACK OF D!'s HEAD! The referee calling for the bell, this is going to be a disqualification! JACK JONES: Saved by the belt! Bill Fleming back out to help his man, but Ravager spies him coming! Ravager has Bill Fleming by the collar! The crowd wants it! Ravager CLOCKS him! Oh, Bill Fleming - when will you learn! Static from behind ! Static rolls Ravager into the ring. Meanwhile, Plague is working over the fallen D! Static yelling to Plague, what's this? Ravager irish whipped towards Plague. SICK SPINEBUSTER BY PLAGUE. Ravager is down! Static on the top ROPE! MOMENT. OF. CLARITY coming up...hold on! Ravager suddenly pops up! Sudden adrenaline rush surging! Ravager punches Static, they're on the top...SUPER BRAINBUSTER! OH MAN! The Plague has stuffed D!, he's going to hit THE BLACK DEATH! HE'S GOT HIM UP! Ravager nails Plague in the stomach! And D! slides out, turns around, NYQUIL DRIVER! Fleming pulling Static out of the ring, Plague rolls out the other side, and Plague & Static & The Mayor retreat up the aisle, holding their heads. Frank Warburton with the official decision... FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, due to a disqualification... RAVAGER! AND! D! BILL HEWSON: And going into Black Thursday, Ravager & D! take the win! What a match! What a team! JACK JONES: I'm SHOCKED D! and Ravager were able to work together that well! BILL HEWSON: I think we all are, but there seems to be a mutual respect between the two. Heck, they're even shaking hands --- ROUNDHOUSE! D! just dropped Ravager with a roundhouse! JACK JONES: What was THAT for? BILL HEWSON: Well, Jack, I imagine it was...payback! We'll see you on Action!, and then...it's BLACK THURSDAY! Good night!
D! hits the corners with his title belt. Ravager has rolled out of the ring, somehow not entirely phased by D!'s big roundhouse. The crowd is going BANANA for both men even after all of that! D! stands tall as MNF goes off the air --- will he stand tall at BLACK THURSDAY? Goodnight!
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