BLACK THURSDAY01/12/2005The music. "One last disguise." THE BUTTERDOME ON THE UNIVERSITY OF ALBERTA CAMPUS! The place is PACKED out, nearly a thousand strong! And Edmonton is showing the love. Clearly the fans have their favorites, and they are READY for the action! "The Spy Hunter" - by Project 86 (myspace) is pummeling, raging, ramping the emotion and intensity in the building up yet another notch! Who's that in the front row? What the...STYLIN' KYLE, THE BEAST, and COACH JAGO - The New & Improved D-X and the tag champs - are sitting in front row seats, looking like they're going out on the town! Cut away to BILL HEWSON & JACK ATTACK JONES at their announce table location, dressed to the nines for the occasion! "WE CAUGHT YOU PLOTTING MURDER! AND NOW THE TIDE IS TURNING! WE'LL LIGHT OUR SOULS - HEAT OUR BONES - UPON YOUR EMPIRE BURNING!" BILL HEWSON: Welcome wrestling fans to the NAPW...welcome to BLACK THURSDAY! I'm Bill Hewson alongside my broadcast colleague Jack "Attack" Jones, one-time scourge of the Pacific and multiple champion! This is the night that we've all been waiting for! JACK JONES: You're not lying, Bill Hewson! You're talkin' about one of the best line-ups in professional wrestling today! J.C. Cook and Misery is looking to be a helluva match-up, and then... We've got the first-ever ACTION! BATTLE ROYALE. I've been checking my sources, and I'll let you in on a good little piece of info: the smart money's on "THE NEXUS ONE" Rex Caliber! BILL HEWSON: I'll try to keep that in mind. Without a doubt, several NAPW stars looking to make a name for themselves in the Battle Royale! And the winner will be that much close to the new TELEVISION TITLE - receiving a bye in the first round of the tournament starting next week on NAPW Action! As well tonight, ALL THREE NAPW Championships WILL be on the line! In the main event, it's one of the most highly anticipated matches in some time, when The Plague challenges D! one more time for the NAPW Championship! Two out of three falls! The Plague's CAREER is on the line! JACK JONES: It just goes to show how much the NAPW Title means to both men! The Plague willing to put his entire wrestling career up just to get that gold back around his waist, D! willing to put the title up one more time to...well, he said it! He wants to get The Plague out of his hair, and the fan's hair once and for all! BILL HEWSON: The Provincial Title also on the line in a THREE-WAY DANCE. The champion, Static, defending against the two men he's been feuding with since day one of the NAPW! One way or the other, the rivalry between Static, Lobo and former Provincial Champ Ravager will end here tonight! But... well, heck, Jack Jones, I'm looking at our monitors and I see the Tag Team Champions sitting in the front row! JACK JONES: You got me, Bill Hewson. It says on our program that the Tag Team Titles ARE going to be defended here tonight. We know Stylin' Kyle tried to get his team out of this title defense by hook and crook, but last I heard his case didn't even make it to the NAPW Commission! Suddenly, Rage Against The Machine kicks up! "KILLING IN THE NAME OF" is the tune, and the crowd goes wild! From the curtains come AXE & DIAMOND - THE DECAPITATORS! BILL HEWSON: And they love The Decapitators in Edmonton tonight! JACK JONES: Hey, The Beast is looking pretty smug. Indeed he is, rolling his eyes at The Decapitators entrance. Beside him, Stylin' Kyle is noticeably squirming. The Decapitators slap hands around ringside before heading in. They hit the corners and then drop down, both eyeing D-X sitting at ringside. The Beast scoffs, brushing his hands of The Decapitators. BILL HEWSON: You know, Jack Attack... it looks like The Beast thinks there is NOT going to be a match! The Beast yelling at The Decapitators now. "What exactly are you doing out here? Drunk again?" Except... that the FOO FIGHTERS HIT. "LOW," the entrance music for D-X. The color drains out of Stylin' Kyle's face as The Beast's face, conversely, grows a frightening scarlet. The Beast turns towards Kyle, screaming "I thought you got the match THROWN OUT!" Kyle blanches further and gives a weak grin before hopping over the guard rail and removing his coat to reveal his wrestling gear. The Beast is apopletic. Coach Jago, holding both tag title belts, is too stunned to even blow his whistle. Kyle hops in the ring as The Beast visibly mouths "Kyle, you stupid bastard." He strides over the guard rail onto the ring apron, taking his duster and cowboy hat off in disgust. Kyle tries to apologize, but The Beast glares daggers at him. JACK JONES: Looks like Stylin' Kyle neglected to mention the somewhat-important detail of a TITLE DEFENSE to his partner! I mean, I'd be scared to tell The Beast bad news, but this has gotta be the worst possible way to do it. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the CHALLENGERS! At a total combined weight of THREE-HUNDRED and SEVENTY-THREE POUNDS... they are AXE! DIAMOND! THHHHHE DECAPITATORRSSSSS! The crowd goes crazy. The Decapitators raise their arms and slap five with each other, both grinning in the direction of D-X, who are more or less not even looking at each other. FRANK WARBURTON: And now, the CHAMPIONS. Introducing at this time, the MANAGER...COACH! GORDON! JAGO! And now... At a total combined weight of FIVE-HUNDRED and TWENTY SEVEN POUNDS... THE BEAST! STYLIN' KYLE! THE NEW & IMPROVED...D-X! DING DING DING. The bell rings, and Katy BAR THE DOOR! The Decapitators are storming their arguing opponents! Axe & Diamond don't care about the 'marital problems' of the tag champs, so to speak, they care about WINNING THE BELTS! Stylin' Kyle Roberts eats a swinging neckbreaker from Diamond in the middle of the ring as Axe hammers on The Beast in the corner! IRISH WHIP! Beast smashed into the opposite turnbuckle! Wait a minute, Axe with an irish whip on Diamond, Diamond reverses and sends AXE with MOMENTUM into The Beast! Big splash --- and Axe drops down to all fours! HERE COMES DIAMOND! AIR DIAMOND right onto The Beast! Stylin' Kyle from behind! But he's got both Decapitators to deal with, and they're not exactly in a mood to cut him any slack! The Beast...The Beast has rolled out of the ring, clearing his head as his partner is in trouble! Diamond and Axe are FIRING AWAY, Stylin' Kyle is the pinball! Shot from Diamond, Kyle stumbles towards Axe, RIGHT! Back to Diamond! Right hand! To Axe! Right hand! The referee desperately trying to restore order, but The Decapitators force Kyle into the turnbuckle...and they're bashing his face in the turnbuckle! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Kyle staggers over to his corner, trying to tag, but The Beast is still on the outside. Kyle begging for a tag, but The Beast just snarls at him! JACK JONES: Come on, Beast! Bruce, man, you're going to lose your titles! BILL HEWSON: The Beast has got to put his anger at his partner aside if D-X has any hope of retaining their belts here tonight! Axe wraps his arms around Kyle's waist...Kyle trying to hang on to the top ropes, but Axe persists! German Suplex! And NOW The Beast gets in the ring. Axe covers, one, two, The Beast saves his titles. He looks at Kyle with disgust and gets to his corner. Axe looks at Diamond, tag made, and now he's holding Kyle WIDE OPEN for Diamond to come off the top rope with a big double-axe handle! The luchadore Decapitator sends Kyle to the ropes and catches him with a big huracanrana, legs grabbed, ONE, TWO, Kyle squeaks out! Both men back to their feet, a dropkick sends Kyle staggering into the ropes! Diamond hits the opposite ropes and gets speed - Kyle ducks and low bridges Diamond to the outside! Wait! Diamond landed on the ring apron! Stylin' Kyle is SMARTER THAN YOU, pointing to his head...but Diamond waits, Kyle turns around, HOTSHOT on the top rope! Kyle throat first, and now Diamond using the top rope for a SPRINGBOARD... twisting senton splash into the ring! One, two, The Beast barely able to break it up. A second away from new champions! Diamond with a new strategy, tagging in Axe. The double team is on here, and it is looking bad for D-X! Stylin' Kyle with an almost comical expression of dismay on his face. "Why me?" Well, because he's one-half of the tag team champions! Axe puts Kyle down with a backbreaker, holding the man over his knee...and here comes Diamond off the top! Leg drop across the upper chest of Stylin Kyle! That's gotta be all, but The Beast saves AGAIN. The Beast doesn't really seem too happy with Stylin' Kyle, but he doesn't want to let the tag titles go that easily. Diamond & Axe having a brief discussion as Stylin' Kyle gets up groggily. Wait a minute, what's this? The Decapitators have Kyle, double-irish whip INTO D-X's CORNER! And Kyle slaps The Beast out of instinct. The Beast doesn't look happy about being tagged in, and grudgingly steps through the ropes. He's yelling at Stylin' Kyle? What the heck! The Beast has apparently had enough of Kyle, who is groggy in the corner! The Decapitators getting a good laugh at this as The Beast chews out his opponent. The Decapitators move in...WAITAMINUTE! The Beast just irish whipped Stylin' Kyle out of the corner into The Decapitators! Was that team work...or well, The Beast using Kyle as a weapon! Stylin' Kyle collapses and rolls out of the ring, but The Beast is busy with Axe! The referee trying to get Diamond back to his corner...hang on! Coach Jago just tripped up Axe when he hit the ropes! Bruce "The Beast" Richards lifts up Axe for a HUMAN TORTURE RACK! Axe is in a world of trouble here! Diamond kicks The Beast in the back! BILL HEWSON: And wait a minute, Diamond is attacking The Beast! He's going for a huracanrana...OH NO! The Beast drops backwards! Diamond just go strung up on the top rope, to the outside! JACK JONES: This match is a mess! You can't be tag team champions if you're not a team! The Beast brushes his hands off as Diamond is on the outside in pain after that tumble. Scoop slam puts Axe down again, and now The Beast...he's going to the top rope! Stylin' Kyle is motionless on the outside, Diamond is in pain, and The Beast...MOONSAULT! BIG MAN MOONSAULT CONNECTS! ONE! TWO! TH---Axe kicks out! What a kickout! And The Beast beside himself. He's arguing with the referee as Axe gets up, Axe spins him around, THE CLAW! The Beast has applied The Claw to Axe! This could be it---Axe gets a knee lift into The Beast! He's got him hooked! AXE EFFECT! AXE EFFECT! THIS IS IT! ONE! TWO! THREE! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS --- JACK JONES: Ref! Referee, come on! He's got his leg on the ropes! BILL HEWSON: Stylin' Kyle PUT The Beast's leg on the ropes! That's...the finish from last Monday's hardcore match! JACK JONES: But THIS isn't a hardcore match, Bill Hewson! The ropes count as a break! And Stylin' Kyle...is GRINNING? The Beast has been saved from the pinfall by his tag team partner putting his leg on the ropes to break it! Axe is furious, and leans over the ropes to grab Stylin' Kyle by the hair! He's trying to pull him into the ring by the hair, that's gotta hurt. THE BEAST! With the wherewithal to get a low blow in on Axe! And Stylin' Kyle, free, signals to Coach Jago, who tosses him a steel chair! Stylin' Kyle rounds the corner of the ring, where Diamond has hopped up on the ring apron! Diamond climbing the turnbuckles, looking to catch The Beast with a cross-body block off the top NO! Stylin' Kyle just BLASTED Diamond in the injured knee with the steel chair! The referee being distracted by Coach Jago, and that allows Kyle to toss the chair to The Beast! Now Axe TURNS AROUND --- CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE! Beast tosses the chair out of the ring, covers...NOW the referee turns around! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winners...and STILL Tag Team Champions! DEEE-EXXXX! BILL HEWSON: Not like this! Not like this! D-X...they're on the same page! JACK JONES: Well whaddaya know! The Beast and Stylin' Kyle are still tag team champs! BILL HEWSON: What a disgusting display by the tag team champs, using the chair to put away The Decapitators! D-X are backing down the aisle, hugs and belts all around. Stylin' Kyle is smirking towards the ring, yelling at The Decapitators! "Did you REALLY think we were feuding? Huh? You suckers!" The Beast is merely smug, tag belt across his shoulders, and Coach Jago blowing his incessant whistle. The Decapitators are in the ring, incredible frustration evident on their faces. BILL HEWSON: You gotta feel for The Decapitators, they had this match pretty much WON if it wasn't for D-X's shenanigans! They just can't wrestle a clean, straightforward match! JACK JONES: Yeah, but you know what? A win's a win, and D-X? They're still the champions! BILL HEWSON: I know, but what a frustrating night for The Decapitators! D-X is still celebrating as they head through the curtain. "Killing In The Name Of" starts up again and the fans applaud The Decapitators, giving them a tremendous ovation regardless.
BILL HEWSON: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! The next match promises to be an ugly affair. J.C. Cook's been kicking ass and taking names! Misery... Misery's a brutal, maniacal monster, and this feud has gotten personl. JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, no titles or title tournaments at stake in this one-on-one match! But PRIDE is on the line, because the issue between these two has gotten personal. BILL HEWSON: You're very right, Jack Attack. A huge, huge issue to settle between these two men right here tonight at Black Thursday! Cook hits the turnbuckles, pointing to every section of the house. His music fades... Nine Inch Nails attacks the PA! "Pain" is rattling everyone in attendance as the lights cut out, plunging the house into darkness. A harsh red spotlight stabs down to the entrance, illuminating Misery! It's not until he slides into the ring that the arena's lights return. He raises his arm, enjoying the boos of the crowd. Frank Warburton has the mic for the introductions. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a weight of two-hundred and thirty-nine pounds... from Kenosha, Wisconsin, JAY! CEE! COOK! His opponent... from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds... MISERY! Bell rings! Cook goes straight to locking up with Misery--Irish Whip on his foe, then lies down! Misery, barely in control, has to hop over him and bounces off the ropes again! He leans forward for a tackle, which Cook easily leap-frogs! Misery off the ropes yet again--Cook hooks his arm--Hip Toss! Misery's on his back and angry! He gets up to his feet, but Cook's off the ropes again--KITCHEN SINK sends Misery flopping! The Masked Maniac is kneeling against the ropes, stunned... and the crowd calls to Cook! Cook channels the spirit of Fred Flinstone, running in place to build up speed, and charges Misery--LOW BRIDGE! Misery's dropped to the mat and he's brought the top rope with him! Cook's momentum takes him out of the ring and out onto the ringside mat! Misery confidently slides out to follow him. Setting Cook up on the guard rail, Misery winds back and unleashes a HAMMER PUNCH! WHAP! Right to the chest! He snarls at some fans, and they clear away from Cook. Misery snarls and draws his hand back--and the ref's starting the count! Misery catches himself mid-strike, and instead takes J.C. by the shoulders and bundles him into the ring. Both men in the ring now, and Misery mounts his prone opponent, raining down lefts and rights! To a chorus of boos, Misery stands and turns his gaze on the NAPW crowd. JACK JONES: Why so glum, Bill? Don't tell me you're rooting for Cook in this match! BILL HEWSON: All I want is for both men to leave this ring alive--there's something off with Misery! We've never seen him like this! Sure enough, Misery seems practically drunk on the crowd's howls--but he shakes it off and sits Cook up. DROPS the ELBOW on Cook's shoulder, then--SLEEPER! He's squeezing the life out of Cook, and the ref picks up Cook's hand. IT DROPS! ONNNE! A "LET'S Go JAY cee!" chant gets started, and the ref takes Cook's hand, raises it, and lets it fall--TWOOO! "LET'S go JAY Cee!" gets louder and louder, and the ref raises the hand for the third and final time. Hearts stop as Cook's arm drops limp--but balls up its fist and stops mid-fall! COOK'S NOT DONE! COOK'S NOT DONE! As the ref lets the timekeeper know that the match must go on, Cook starts flailing wildly to break Misery's sleeper. The deranged opponent tightens his sleeper, and Cook desperately jabs with elbows that DON'T CONNECT! CAN'T CONNECT! And now Misery shifts his weight on top of Cook, stopping him from rising to his feet, Cook can't possibly--THE MASK! COOK'S GOT THE MASK! And he's trying to rip it off of Misery's face! Misery shrieks and instinctively goes to save his mask--COOK'S FREE! On his feet! He boots Misery in the gut, traps him in a headlock! DESPERATION! IMPLANT! DDT! Cook's turning up the pressure by planting Misery on his face! Misery on his back, so Cook sits on HIS chest and pays him back in punches! RIGHT HANDS! RIGHT HANDS! Cook won't stop until he pounds Misery into unconsciousness! COOK: (Screaming at the top of his lungs.) THIS IS FOR THREATENING ME! Cook wallops Misery in the face with a stiff punch. COOK: THIS IS FOR THREATENING MONICA! Cook belts him in the jaw. COOK: AND THIS IS FOR BEING A MONOTONOUS SON OF A BITCH! He right crosses the prone Misery. Disgusted, he hops off of Misery's carcass, while the fans roar their approval. Cook roars back and pats his thigh--it's time for the Pressure Cooker! Cook snaps into position, stalking his raggedy opponent as he slowly, slowly gets to his feet... PRESSURE COOK--WHAT? GRAB! DOWN! BLACK HOLE SLAM! BLACK HOLE SLAM! Misery caught Cook mid-air, swung him around, and PLANTED his opponent with that vicious Black Hole Slam! How is this even possible? Cook looks up at his opponent, wide-eyed... and Misery merely pops a kink out his neck! MISERY! ON THE OFFENSIVE! Laying the boots to Cook! He gives his beleaguered opponent a few stomps until Cook fights his way up--Misery hooks both arms! DDT! It's Misery's turn with the Double Arm DDT! The crowd's on their feet, they're really letting him have it! JACK JONES: PIN COVER! It's called a PIN COVER, nimrod! BILL HEWSON: I thought you were going to remain impartial! JACK JONES: JUST DO YOUR JOB! But Misery ISN'T going for the pin . . . instead he twists the heel of his boot on Cook's face as if he was putting out a cigarette butt. And he drops down to use his face as a punching bag AGAIN--COOK'S BEING BUSTED WIDE OPEN! Cook's face is covered in blood, and so is Misery's fist! The maniac stands and walks AWAY, intently staring at his red right hand as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And COOK is STRUGGLING UP THE ROPES--using his opponent's mania to his advantage--his face BLOODIED--and RUSHES--Misery TURNS--BOOT TO THE FACE! Cook hits the mat like a plane crash! Misery pounces on him, pulls him up, hoists him up and adjusts--THIS IS IT! MISERY LOVES COMPANY! BANG! Cook just impacted in a puddle of his own blood! With Cook limp on the ground, and Misery content with letting him, the ref has no alternative but to start a ten-count for the broken Cook! ONE! TWO! THREE! JACK JONES: Now COME ON! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! BILL HEWSON: DAMN you, Misery! Come on ref, stop the match! SEVEN! EIGHT! NI--OH MY GOD! J.C. Cook has SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY regained his feet. The crowd is on their feet, thunderously loud, trying to lift him ONE MORE TIME--- NO! NOT AGAIN! MISERY LOVES COMPANY! A SECOND DAMNED PILEDRIVER! Misery, looking proud of his handiwork, leans down and covers J.C. Cook. ONE! TWO! THREE! Ring the damned bell! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... MISERY! BILL HEWSON: Good LORD. This is...mercifully...over! J.C. Cook gave you everything he had, everything he could possibly give, but Misery... JACK JONES: Misery's a sick bastard, Bill Hewson. But he's your sick bastard winner. BILL HEWSON: And... J.C. Cook isn't moving in the ring. My God, he's bleeding profusely! Where are the EMTs? We do need to take a commercial break... Come on, we need some help out here! Misery stands over the fallen Cook, admiring his handiwork, as EMTs and security stream from the curtain.
BILL HEWSON: Folks, during the commercial break, J.C. Cook was taken out of the arena on a stretcher. We don't have any word on what his condition may be, but it was a tragic scene. Cook's girlfriend Monica was with him as he was taken out... Just unbelievable. JACK JONES: Definitely a lot of blood loss, and a definite possibly of a serious concussion. Hey, I was rooting for Misery, but you just never want to see a man injured. BILL HEWSON: If we receive any updates on J.C. Cook's condition during the broadcast, we will let you know. You can log on to NAPW.ca for constant updates... APOCALPYTICA. 'PATH.' BILL HEWSON: But right now, the show must go on! And the fans are ON THEIR FEET for Ravager! Ravager storms out of the curtain, all business, but is there a hint of a smile behind his typically implacable expression? He hits the ring and the corner, motioning a belt around his waist. Rob Zombie! "Devilman" blasts through the arena... and here comes LOBO. The strongman stalking to the ring to a chorus of boos. JACK JONES: What's wrong with these fans, Bill Hewson? They're booing an OLYMPIC CHAMPION! BILL HEWSON: I can't really vouch for the prefences of NAPW fans, but it's a toss-up as to which man they dislike more: Lobo, or the man entering now, the Provincial Champion STATIC! Sure enough, as Zombie fades out and Dangerdoom kicks in, the crowd's booing doesn't miss a beat. Static and 'The Mayor' Bill Fleming make their way down the aisle, Fleming in front of his man and extolling the champ's virtues to the camera. Static and Fleming, enter the ring, and immediately get into Lobo's face. The camera picks up the audio and you hear Static yelling at Lobo about his car. Lobo tries to calm Static down and tell him that Lobo's an innocent party, and Ravager's just on the other side of the ring with a big smirk on his face. Frank Warburton looks around warily, and decides he's only got about...oh, ten seconds before the fists start flying. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the THREE-WAY DANCE for the PROVINCIAL TITLE! Introucing first, from Brooklyn New York---- Frank Warburton gets out of there in a hurry, because Static is starting the match by punching Lobo! DING DING DING! 'The Mayor; takes the belt and leaves the ring as Lobo and Static start trading punches back and forth! Ravager gets comfy in the turnbuckle. Lobo grabs Static and lets fly with a thundering belly-to-belly suplex! Ravager applauds Lobo from his vantage point on the other side of the ring. BILL HEWSON: It looks like Ravager's perfectly content with letting Lobo and Static fight it out! JACK JONES: What kind of fighting champion is that? Letting other people do the dirty work. Static lunges and hits Lobo with a Lou Thesz Press, taking the strongman down and just laying into him. Lobo just throws the lighter man off, and tries to recover some momentum. Static jumps back on the strongman Lobo, and a Tornado DDT! He follows it up with a jumping knee drop to the face of Lobo when he's on the mat! Static picks up Lobo and they lock up. Ravager picks his moment, taking down Lobo with a chop block! Static bends over the prone man, slapping the taste out of the Olympic medal-winner's mouth, and yelling "This is for my car! You son of a bitch!" Static and Ravager stomp Lobo repeatedly, taking energy out of the big man. Static looks at Ravager, and seems to be asking for a truce. Ravager nods, Static smiles and turns his attention back to Lobo. Ravager catches Static in a Dragon Suplex! And Static's on the mat, holding the back of his head from that vicious manuever! Ravager then sets his sights on the leg of Lobo, applying a leg lock. Lobo cries out in pain as his opponent applies pressure to the tree trunk that is his leg. JACK JONES: Well, against a big man like that, you gotta cut his legs out from under him! Smart gameplan by Ravager here. BILL HEWSON: Certainly Lobo without a doubt the biggest man in the contest, outweighting Ravager & Static both by well over one-hundred pounds! Ravager looking to apply further pressure to the leg, when Static in with a running enziguri! Ravager drops, and Static drops an elbow right across the face of Lobo! Static stomps Ravager, than Lobo, the Hardcore Luchadore is a flurry of moves! What's this? SCOOP SLAM on Ravager ON TOP of Lobo! Static runs the ropes annnnd... LIONSAULT! He nails both men, impacting Ravager into Lobo! Cover on Ravager, one, two, kick out! Static boots Ravager in the face. The champion going completely crazy, attempting to get his rivals before they get him! Ravager looks to be a bit worse for wear, so Static goes back to work on Lobo. Irish whip coming up, that's REVERSED! Lobo with a BAAAACK body drop NO! Static countered with a swinging Tornado DDT! Unbelievable! Cover, one, two, Lobo PRESSES the champ off of him! Static lightning-quick, hits the corner. Lobo charges in - Sunset Flip from Static! One, two, no! RAVAGER! Clotheslines Static as soon as he pops up! Ravager looks pretty pissed off, he's going to go for a GERMAN SUPLEX! Static blocking, not wanting to get dumped on his neck again! They're fighting over a suplex, hold on, Lobo just wrapped his arms around Ravager's waist! GERMAN SUPLEX ...SUPLEX! WHOA! Lobo german suplexed Ravager who german suplexed Static! And now the strongman is the only one standing! BILL HEWSON: What a display of power by Lobo! I've never seen anything like that in my career! JACK JONES: Helluva move, and Static's neck looks to be more damaged - not a good sign when you're in the ring with the master of the Dragon Sleeper! And certainly Lobo looks to put it on! He hoists Static up and...receives a low blow! Static has Lobo by the neck, runs the ropes, ACID DROP! Lobo is down, Static runs the ROPES---LIONSAULT! Hits KNEES! Static staggers backwards INTO RAVAGER! DRAGON SUPLEX NUMBER TWO! Lobo shoves Ravager out of the way, furious, and he's...HE'S GOT IT! DRAGON SLEEPER! Lobo squashing Static's head like a crap in his massive arms! Cue Bill Fleming! 'The Mayor' slides into the ring with a chair, he's going to knock Lobo's block off - but Ravager's there to cut him off! DROPKICK to the chair knocks it right into Bill Fleming's face! Ravager looks at the crowd, and they're for it...so he kicks Fleming out of the ring and starts kicking his ass on the outside! In the ring, Static is wildly struggling to get to the ropes, to move, to do SOMETHING, but Lobo is cinching the Dragon Sleeper on further and further! Bill Fleming can't help his man now! Static flailing, but his arms are getting slower. The referee is checking in...the arm drops once. Lobo looks like a monster, dwarfing Static with his mass... and the arm drops twice! The crowd is on their feet, breathless...the arm...DROPS A THIRD TIME. Static has been eliminated! BILL HEWSON: Static has been eliminated! And Jack Jones...we're going to have a new champion here tonight! JACK JONES: My bet's on Lobo! He just eliminated the Hardcore Luchadore, the Provincial Champion! In fact, if Ravager doesn't get back to the ring, the ref'll count him out and Lobo IS the new champ! Ravager's chasing Fleming up the aisle as the ref starts the countout. He doesn't realize that the ref's counting him out until "Four." He runs back to the ring at the eight count. But Lobo's waiting for him! DEVASTATING LARIAT! Lobo almost took off Ravager's head with that one! And Lobo capitalizes with a Camel Clutch! He's pulling back on Ravager's neck for all it's worth! But Ravager's not tapping! He gets to the ropes. Lobo isn't breaking the hold while the ref counts to five. After getting as much damage as possible out of the move without getting disqualified, the shot-putter releases his hold. But Ravager's worse for the wear after that Camel Clutch. He's cradling his neck. Lobo throws a running elbow onto Ravager. And another! He's going for a third, but Ravager rolls out of the way. Ravager stands, trying to shield himself. BILL HEWSON: Ravager's trying to keep his neck away from the 300-pounder! JACK JONES: That's a hard thing to do when a man's a good half-foot taller than you! Lobo locks up with Ravager, only to give the smaller man a whip to the ropes. Ravager ducks under the clothesline Lobo had waiting for him, hits the other ropes, and takes Lobo's leg out from under him with a dropkick. Lobo hits the mat like a brick! And Ravager goes on the offensive, applying a Bow and Arrow hold. And Lobo cries out in pain! But he gets his arm on the ropes, and the ref forces Ravager to break the hold! Ravager picks up Lobo! BRAINBUSTER! Lobo's drooling on the canvas! Ravager goes for the pin! One, two, NO! Lobo easily lifts his shoulder. Ravager grimaces, and picks up Lobo again. Northern Lights Suple-NO! Lobo catches Ravager's neck on the way down, turning it into a neckbreaker! And Ravager's rolling on the mat in pain! Lobo goes for the pin! And Ravager kicks out after the ref counts one. Lobo grabs the smaller man, and it looks like a chokeslam! But Lobo's leg buckles and he falls to the mat! Ravager focuses in on the leg of Lobo again, with a leg grapevine! Lobo's in big trouble here, but to his credit, the man is just not tapping to the submission hold! Lobo sits up and starts raining blows upon Ravager's head. Ravager HAS to let go before he gets knocked unconscious. Lobo gets up, and brings the hired gun up with him. Another Irish whip! And AGAIN Ravager ducks under, looking to kick the leg of Lobo once more! But Lobo's ready for him, and plants an elbow on the neck of Ravager! It seems like Lobo's getting a second wind, and he picks up his groggy opponent and signals for a Pumphandle Slam! The crowd is booing their hearts out at the large man. Lobo smiles a sick smile, and bends Ravager forward. JACK JONES: You see? That guy knows what move is going to do the most damage to Ravager's neck. This here is your new Provincial Champion! Lobo lifts the prone Ravager over his shoulder! It's a pumphandle, all right! But that weakened leg of Lobo's gives out, pitching him backwards! Ravager has the wherewithal to fall over Lobo and hook the leg! One, two, THREE --- NO! Lobo just presses out at the last minute! The big man's leg is weakened, but his arms are still strong! Ravager with a look of frustration, not sure what to do. Lobo pulling himself up by the leg, but Ravager kicks him in the damaged knee. Lobo shoves Ravager away hard...but that doesn't stop him. Ravager with another kick, but OH MY! Lobo caught Ravager by the hand! IS IT? IS IT? CHOKESLAM! Lobo hopping on one leg, but he stoops to pick Ravager back up...and here it comes! He's going to hit the Lobo Driver, suplex into STO in the center of the ring! Ravager gets lifted up HIGH...IT HITS! NO WAIT! Ravager counters the final stage of the move with an INVERTED RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Lobo's leg was buckling when he sent Ravager down! Ravager HOOKS THE LEG! One...TWO.....THREE! The crowd goes wild! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winnner...and NEWWWWW Provincial Champion! RAAAAAVAGGERRR! Ravager lets the referee raise his arm and then grabs the Provincial Title, holding the belt up high in the center of the ring. Lobo has rolled to the outside, clearly disappointed and frustrated. The NAPW fans are on their feet, cheering and chanting for the new Provincial Champ! BILL HEWSON: And after all this time...Ravager is a two-time Provincial Champion! What an unbelievably close match! JACK JONES: I thought Lobo had it in the bag, Hewson! I hate to do it, but I gotta give Ravager credit for having anything left after the Chokeslam! BILL HEWSON: And with a stunning counter to the Lobo Driver, Ravager is able to regain the Provincial Title! Folks, when we come back... it's the Action! Battle Royale! Don't go away!
BILL HEWSON: Welcome back wrestling fans. If you're just joining us, moments ago in the Three-Way Dance, Ravager regained the Provincial Championship with a hard-fought victory over Lobo. As you can see in the ring, we're getting set for the Action! Battle Royale! Jack Attack, the rules? JACK JONES: Hey, it's standard Battle Royale rules! To be eliminated: You must be thrown over the top rope and both feet must touch the floor! At stake, Bill Hewson? A bye into the second round of the TV Title Tournament! And here's two guys looking to a name for themselves right now! BILL HEWSON: Thunder & Tempest, the team of STORM. Of course they want tag team gold, but as they've made clear, they want ALL the gold in the NAPW! Here's a chance to prove it! Here comes The Immortal & Technique...those two are both looking to add to their resume! The members of Storm enter the ring, already filled with tension and short-tempered pro wrestlers. Death & Don Marintino are taunting The Dragon from across the ring... Immortal & Technique going over last-minute game plans. "Bad Boy" Joey Malone? He's a bad, bad boy! The next man out of the curtain is... REX CALIBER. 'The Nexus One' makes his way to the ring with an intense look on his face. He walks up the steps, pausing at the top and staring coldly at the opponents in the ring. At that time, the final man into the battle royale exits the curtain. Wearing a wrestling mask in the style of a greek tragedy mask and long tights, the mysterious MINSTREL makes his way down to the ring. JACK JONES: ... what a creepy little b- BILL HEWSON: No sue! No sue! The Minstrel gets into the ring, the crowd quiet mystified. 18 men within one ring, tempers barely contained... DING DING DING! AND HERE IT GOES! It's chaos in the ring, and KHAOS in the ring is firing away with everything his five-foot-four frame can! The Dragon goes for Don Marintino & Death right off the bat! It's complete pandemonium, just a pure melee with fists a-flyin'! Rex Caliber doing some damage in the early going and --- there's the first elimination! The Immortal just clotheslined both DEATH & DON MARINTINO out of the ring! And now The Dragon whirls on him! The Dragon angry at Immortal for eliminating his foes TECHNIQUE! DROPKICK out of nowhere sends The Dragon over the top rope! Just like that three men have been eliminated! On the other side of the ring STORM are working over Nightmare! WHOA! THE CRUSHER JUST SPEARED DJ WIGGER OUT AND OVER! Elimination right there - Mirage attacks Crusher from behind, trying to shove Crusher out of the ring! They're fighting it out on the ropes! BILL HEWSON: There's just too much action to call here! Rex Caliber is taking the fight to the six-foot nine three-hundred fifty pound Immortal in one corner! Storm are double-teaming Nightmare in another corner as Mirage tries to take Crusher out! JACK JONES: Hold on a second, it looks like we've got a gameplan! Joey Malone - Wayne Wright- The Moose! They're all going after Immortal! Suddenly it's a four on one...no, FIVE on one! Viking joins in! Across the ring Khaos has come to the aid of his friend The Crusher, and now they're double-teaming Mirage! Nightmare is being forced over the top rope by Storm...he's almost eliminated! Wait a second! THE MINSTREL just clocked Thunder in the back of the head! There are NO friends in a Battle Royale, only enemies! But right now the crowd's attention is almost completely focused on the other side of the ring! Five men trying to put the huge Immortal out! Technique trying to break it up - Rex Caliber OH MY GOD! A HUGE release german suplex on Technique, flipping the man OVER in mid-air! Caliber stomps away on Technique... Viking! Malone! Wright! Moose! They've almost got Immortal over the top rope... the three-hundred and fifty pounder is in danger of being eliminated! He's going...going...NO! They drop Immortal trying to get him out! Regroup --- COSTLY! Immortal's got Wayne Wright and sends him flying over the top rope! Viking attacks, CAUGHT by Immortal in a scoop slam...and dumped to the outside! The Moose tries his hand - CAUGHT IN A CHOKE! Wait! Joey Malone tries to get in a cheap shot --- CAUGHT IN A CHOKE! THE IMMORTAL HAS DOUBLE-CHOKE HOLDS...UP ANNNNND OVER! Viking & Joey Malone have been eliminated! JACK JONES: Holy crap, that's SIX men in this match The Immortal has single-handedly eliminated! Unbelievable! BILL HEWSON: The fans have noticed, Jack Jones, and as impossible as it may seems...I think they're CHEERING for The Immortal! The Immortal stands tall for a moment, and the noise of the fans wells up... but suddenly, he sees Rex Caliber holding his partner Technique in the air! TOO LATE! TOTAL ANNIHILATION on TECHNIQUE! Immortal couldn't get there in time to save his partner, but now Rex Caliber is facing the fury of The Immortal! Rights, lefts, and then an irish whip in the less-congested ring - HUGE powerslam on Rex Caliber! The Immortal signals for the CHOKESLAM --- wait a minute! Storm just launched Nightmare into The Immortal! Immortal staggers and TEMPEST - not much smaller than Immortal - boots Immortal right in the face! Immortal goes down! Thunder has Nightmare by the back of the tights... Goodbye, Nightmare! Beale toss by Thunder eliminates Nightmare! And now Storm double-teaming Immortal! Meanwhile, The Minstrel & Mirage seem to have formed an alliance against Khaos & The Crusher! Minstrel off the ropes with a spinning heel kick puts Crusher down. Mirage has Khaos halfway over the ropes, signalling to The Minstrel to come help. Minstrel obliges quickly, and Khaos gets dumped! Mirage & The Minstrel have eliminated Khaos...MINSTREL! DUMPS MIRAGE FROM BEHIND! And Mirage has been ELIMINATED! The Minstrel, the laughing man highly amused by his treachery, and Mirage is furious! Minstrel taunts him, and then turns around INTO A SPEAR! CRUSHER SPEARS MINSTREL! Tempest, working over The Immortal, turns around and...SPEAR! Thunder? SPEAR! The Immortal? You betcha...SPEAR! Rex Caliber, working over Technique? SPEAR---WAIT! Rex Caliber side-stepped the Spear and Crusher storms into the ropes! Caliber quickly from behind grabs the legs and...CRUSHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Rex Caliber has eliminated Crusher! Everybody ELSE, however, is down and out courtesy of Spear city! Caliber surveys the carnage and picks a target! The massive Tempest is slowing staggering up, the first of the speared to do so. Caliber picks his spot... and clotheslines the big man out of the ring! Tempest has been eliminated by Rex Caliber! And now Rex Caliber looks to eliminate The Immortal, removing the big men from the match! The Immortal in a daze from the assault of Storm... Caliber prepping for an eliminating clothesline... wait a minute! TECHNIQUE spins Caliber around! Technique is firing away on Rex Caliber! RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT! And he is shaking off the pain, FIRED UP! Rex Caliber is in trouble here! Technique calls for his finisher! He hits the ropes --- catches Rex Caliber! CROSSBONES! Complete connection, and the crowd is on their feet for TechniqueTHE MINSTREL OUTTA NOWHERE. Blindside by The Minstrel, who is now hooking Technique in a front face lock. BILL HEWSON: Wait a sec --- Good Lord, he's not going to! OH MY --- NO! A suplex TO THE OUTSIDE! The Minstrel just suplexed Technique over the ropes to the concrete below! JACK JONES: Technique's eliminated, Bill Hewson... and I think he's hurt! On the outside, Technique is holding his neck in pain, having landed awkwardly on the outside. The damage done by Rex Caliber followed by The Minstrel's sadistic elimination. It's down to FOUR men, now! Thunder (a cocky grin on his face), The Minstrel (grinning maniacally at Technique's pain), Rex Caliber (pulling himself to his feet), and The Immortal (trying desperately to shake the cobwebs from his head). And all three of the former look at each other, and then at The Immortal. They're going to try to eliminate the big man! Immortal fighting for his life here, fired up with anger at the fate of his tag partner! But...it appears, to no avail. The three decided to forget the "try to push him out" strategy and opt for an irish whip into a double-clothesline! Immortal goes down! And hold on a second, Thunder is going to the top rope! He's telling the other guys to get out of the way as The Immortal rises... FLYING CLOTHESLINE...is CAUGHT. CHOKESLAM...Rex Caliber boots Immortal in the gut with Thunder at the highest point! Thunder lands on his feet, wobbly, as Rex Caliber exchanges blows with The Immortal. Which, of course, means that The Minstrel takes the opportunity to nail an ENZIGURI to the back of Thunder's head! Thunder staggers to the ropes, and that's all the opportunity The Minstrel needs to hit a dropkick and send the man up, over and OUT! It's down to three! The Minstrel joining in with Rex Caliber in the attack on The Immortal. Double irish whip sends Immortal to the ropes, and...The Immortal ducks the double-clothesline, comes across the ropes, and CLOTHESLINES BOTH MEN! Huge comeback move! The Immortal looks at the crowd and signals...for THE CHOKESLAM. JACK JONES: I've got a fever, and the only cure is MORE CHOKESLAM. BILL HEWSON: WILL you be serious? Immortal pulls Rex Caliber up, wraps his meaty hand around Caliber's throat and lifts him hiiiiigh in the air... The Minstrel breaks that up. The Minstrel & Rex Caliber trying to force The Immortal over the top...THEY'RE DOING IT! Immortal valiantly trying to hold on... what the heck? The Minstrel just reached into his tights and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles! He leans down and... delivers a loaded punch to The Immortal's temple! Caliber with a final heave-ho and that's enough! The Immortal has been eliminated, to the dismay of the crowd! Wait! The Minstrel just grabbed Rex Caliber from behind to dump him out! What treachery! And he's going to do it...hold on! The Immortal just yanked on The Minstrel's leg, sending the man crashing backwards to the canvas! Rex Caliber is safely back in the ring, but he chooses to stand his ground. He's primed and ready! The Minstrel stands up, yelling obscenities and bizarre statements at The Immortal. He turns around...right into a huge clothesline sending him OVER THE TOP ROPE! The Minstrel is eliminated by The Nexus One! And... FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the Action! Battle Royale...REX! CALIBERRRR! BILL HEWSON: Rex Caliber has taken it! He has a bye in the TV Title tournament and a HUGE win at Black Thursday! The Minstrel is not happy about that decision whatsoever... mind you, Immortal isn't happy either, but he looks quite satisfied to see The Minstrel eliminated! JACK JONES: I told you, Bill Hewson...the smart money was on Rex Caliber! BILL HEWSON: And you were right (this time.) The Immortal checking on Technique outside... oh my. I think we're going to need some help here! The Immortal looking to pull his friend up, but Technique kicks him away in pain and panic, still holding his neck. Immortal looks down, realizing this is worse than it looks. EMTs are coming down the aisle as The Immortal stays beside Technique. BILL HEWSON: Technique may be seriously injured here, folks, from that sick suplex over the top rope delivered by The Minstrel! We have to take our last commercial break... and Immortal looks incredibly concerned for his friend Technique! The EMTs begin checking on Technique. Immortal shoves them away, though, and hauls Technique up and over his shoulders! The EMTs arguing with Immortal to let them handle it, but Immortal's going to carry his friend out. Near the entrance curtain, The Minstrel is cackling. And Rex Caliber surveys the scene with cold eyes...
JACK JONES: This match is for all the marbles, Bill Hewson. On one side, you've got The Plague. The first NAPW Champion, and a man with a lot of pride in this sport, in this business, in himself. He takes being the NAPW Champion so seriously that he will LEAVE the NAPW if he can't win here tonight! On the other side, the rookie phenomenom looking to prove to himself, and the world that he isn't just a fluke. Reality is, if D! beats The Plague tonight, then well.. you don't fluke out three times in a row! BILL HEWSON: Certainly this match, the main event, a hotly anticipated contest. There is a lot of history between the two competitors. The Plague says he NEEDS the NAPW Title so badly he will retire if he can't win it here tonight. D! has to prove to the world he's no fluke. The stakes have never been higher! "WAH-AH-AH-AH-AH!" Disturbed breaks the noise, and the crowd lustily boos the man who steps through the curtain. He is THE PLAGUE, intense, focused, driven on the way to the ring. He walks slowly to the ring, ascending the stairs and stopping on the ring apron. He looks out over the crowd with a steely glare. The Plague climbs a turnbuckle and rasies his arms high. Disturbed cuts out. Plaugue tests the ropes... "RIIIIIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES!" The Snitches! And it. IS. D! The NAPW Champion with the belt around his waist explodes out of the curtain, yelling at the crowd, this way, that, he gets a head of steam and sprints to the ring, sliding under the ropes! Pop up, to the corner, the crowd is completely behind the champion! D! pulls the belt from his waist and raises it high with one-hand, leaning over the top rope! The champion gives the belt over to the referee, who raises it high. Plague is silent in his corner, never taking his eyes from the champion. D! in the opposite corner, warming-up quickly. FRANK WARBURTON: It is now time for the NAPW BLACK THURSDAY MAIN EVENT! It is...the Title versus Career CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! The match will be contested as the best two out of three falls! Introducing first, to my right. Hailing from New York City, the challenger... THIS! IS! THE PLAGUE! BILL HEWSON: The Plague certainly focused here tonight. Of all the big matches he's had in his career, this will go down as one of the biggest! FRANK WARBURTON: And now, to my left! From right here in EDMONTON, ALBERTA! He is the NAPW CHAMPION... ladies and gentlemen, THIS! IS! D! The bell rings. D! and The Plague stand in the center of the ring, nose to nose, The Plague glaring down at D!. The crowd is deafening. "D! D! D! D!" chants fill it all. AND HERE IT GOES! D! THE PLAGUE! GOING TO TOWN! The two men exchanging right hands, EXPLOSIVE blows! The Plague backing D! into the ropes, irish whip sends the Champ across the ring, D! EXPLODES with a flying forearm! Plague right back to his feet, ducks a D! spin kick! Plague with a BACK suplex drops D! down! There's a cover, only one, both men back to their feet and STOP. Plague & D! take a second to gauge one another after that initial exchange. Now they lock-up! Plague with the height & weight advantage, easily powering D! into the corner. Referee calls for a clean break, Plague backs off. D! looks mildly surprised that the break WAS clean. Plague seeming to read D!'s mind. SMIRK. Big chop to D! in the corner! The Plague with another chop, shades of Ric Flair! D! sent across the ring into the turnbuckle, Plague methodically following him. Plague with a big kneelift in the corner, one more for good measure, and now The Plague is going up! Right hands raining down on D!, but wait! D! hits an atomic drop out of the corner! Plague locks his knees in pain, and D! grabs a hold for a BULLDOG! That takes Plague down, one, two, not even close! The bulldog impacted but Plague not about to be put away just yet! BILL HEWSON: The condition of both men is going to come into play in this one. In my opinion, I would have to say that The Plague is in just a bit better shape! JACK JONES: You know, the longer this match goes, the more the advantage goes to The Plague! D! needs to put it away in the early going if it's at all possible! D! with forearm shots to The Plague, suplex puts the challenger back to the canvas. D! drives the knee into Plague's adbominal area and hits the cover. Only two. Irish whip is reversed by The Plague, he catches D! with a big powerslam! The Plague wrapping D! up on the canvas, he lifts him up... rib breaker! The Plague lifting D! up again without releasing, RIB BREAKER THE SEQUEL. Plague AGAIN hoists D! back up, great show of strength here, and now it's a front-slam! Plague opting not to cover, instead going to the second turnbuckle? Unusual choice by The Plague here, driving the elbow into the ribs of D! And The Plague, with D! writhing on the canvas, smirks towards the audience. BOOOOOO. Plague looking to tie D! up with something here INSIDE CRADLE! D! just caught Plague and ONE, TWO, no! Plague gets out - both men pop up - CLOTHESLINE! The Plague's vicious, vicious clothesline just connected across D!'s upper body, sending the champion spinning around. Plague not wasting any time, picks the man back up and grabs the double-underhook. Plague looks around, and here it comes! Repeated, savage kneelifts to the the chest and gut of D! Again, again, AGAIN, and D! is in a world of trouble here! Plague stops the knee lifts...and lifts the champion for a butterfly suplex! There's the cover, one, two, D! gets a shoulder up! Plague grabs D! by the hair and fires away on the man's face! Referee breaks that up. Plague shrugs, pulls D! up and... suplex is blocked! D! fighting to block the suplex, but Plague delivers a stiff shot to the injured ribs! Pick-up instead, and Plague has set D! on the top turnbuckle! It's going to be a superplex! Plague hooks D!, annnnnnd it connects! HUGE, HUGE Superplex connects. Plague floats over, and D! is in trouble here but...KICK OUT! D! just won't stay down! Plague stomps D! in the ribs again, hoists him up, and he signals for it! THE BLACK DEATH! Plague looking to connect...GOOD LORD! The IMPACT! Black Death connects and...ONE! TWO! THREE! The Plague has taken the first fall! JACK JONES: If we're going on points, you've gotta give this to The Plague! He's been in control almost from the opening bell! BILL HEWSON: I'll have to agree with you, Jack Jones! The Plague has methodically taken the champion apart, and now with that Black Death, the champion is down one fall! And his ribs are no doubt giving him a lot of trouble after the focused assault of The Plague! The Plague backs off as the one-minute between falls comes into effect. D! struggling to get up, holding his ribs and grimacing. The Plague rests in the corner, looking on veyr much like the cat eyeing the mouse. There's the bell! Plague storms in, boots D! in the ribs, and hoists him up one more time! THE BLACK DEATH! THE BLACK DEATH! The Champion is down from one more Black Death! The Plague covers! ONE! TWO! THR-------NO. NO! D! somehow, SOMEWAY, got his shoulder up at the last possible moment. Plague can't believe it! He's in shock! "Slow count ref!" The referee not having any of Plague's tantrum, D! GOT THE SHOULDER UP! Plague snarls at the referee and says to hell with it. He hoists D! up, oh my goodness, he's going to hit the BLACK DEATH yet again! WAIT! D! is squirming, struggling, trying to fight his way out of it! Where in the HELL is D! getting any strength from! Plague knees D! in the ribs and hoists him up over his head... D! squirms out! Plague stumbles, and D! in obvious pain runs to the ropes PLAGUE CATCHES HIM! SPINEBUSTER! Wait, NO! D! was counting on Plague going for the Spinebuster, and changed the momentum to hit a HUGE DDT! Unbelievable! D!, holding his ribs, somehow gets to his feet. The Plague is stunned, shaking the cobwebs loose, as D! tries to get a breather in the ropes. He can barely stay on his feet! Now, The Plague is UP. He comes after D!, sending him to the corner! D! reverses! Plague smashes into the turnbuckle! He stumbles out, drop toe-hold drops Plague! D! drives the elbow into the back of The Plague's head! Another elbow! D! wincing between each blow, and he's gotta stop for a second here. D! in the corner trying desperately to fight through the pain in his ribs! Here comes The Plague! D! catches him with a big boot to the face! Plague comes in again and D! spins it around, lashing out with those educated feet of his! D! climbs up, looks to the crowd, and FIRES AWAY! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN right hands and...Plague grabs D! and turns him around! D! is on the top turnbuckle, Plague climbing up, he's going to go for another Superplex. No wait, he's calling for a BRAINBUSTER from the top! But D! is firing away! D! is fighting for all he's worth! Plague stunned, and D!...what's he doing here? WHAT IS HE? OH MY GOODNESS! SUNSET FLIP FROM THE TOP ROPE! PLAGUE just IMPACTED the canvas with his back and head! D! has the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! BILL HEWSON: The champion has tied it up at one fall a piece! What an UNBELIEVABLE sunset flip off the top... ! The Plague couldn't get up from that! JACK JONES: That's what you call a MURDERDEATHKILL Powerbomb! I'm as shocked as you the kid's been able to come back! The bell rings to signal a fall, and now it's the one-minute rest period. D! is down! The Plague is down! The referee is waiting...and now the bell rings again! It's time for the third and deciding fall! But both men are still down! The referee has no choice but to make the ten count! ONE, TWO, THREE... they're stirring, but both in such obvious pain! FOUR, FIVE...(still alive)...SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE...both men have made it up at the last second! Each holding the ropes, and they RUSH EACH OTHER! Plague & D! Plague with a clothesline, D! ducks it, ROUNDHOUSE PUNCH! D! sends out the SNAP KICK...ROCKETTES KICK OF DOOM? No, The Plague catches the leg on the second kick! Plague spins D! around, D! WITH A CLOTHESLINE! He's been watching Mick Foley's Greatest Hits, the champion! The Plague is staggered, and D! sends him into the corner. HEAD OF STEAM! STINGER SPLASH! That hurt the champion almost as much as Plague, but D! is running on adrenaline alone at this point! The Plague gets sent to the other corner, STINGER SPLASH! Plague stumbles out...and D! locks in the sleeper! Is it? It is! NYQUIL DRIVER! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE---NOOOO! The crowd thought that was it! Plague barely gets out of that! And now D! is getting up, he's smacking his boot, it's time for a BEAT-O-BARRAGE! Plague on one knee, now getting up, he turns around, D! lets fly the martial arts kick --- PLAGUE WITH A LOW BLOW! Plague just nailed D! below the belt, that stopped the Barrage...and D! stumbles into a SPINEBUSTER. The Plague just PLANTED the champion with that spinebuster. D! writhing in pain, and that might have taken it all out. HOOK OF THE LEG! ONE! TWO! TH----D! kicks out. Plague and D! have given their best moves, and neither man can get the final pinfall! Plague pulls D! up SMALL PACKAGE BY D! ONE! TWO! THREE---NO! Plague somehow gets out! Both men slow to their feet... D! tries an irish whip, it's REVERSED, Spinebuster number TWO coming up! WHOA! D! caught The Plague with a spinning heel kick! The Plague goes hard, and D!...he looks to the crowd, hits his stance! Plague with his last strength pulls himself up... AND D! UNLOADS! THE BUZZ KICK! PLAGUE takes it RIGHT in side of the head! The Plague is still up, wavering in mid-air...and slumps forward! D! right in there, rolls him over and hooks the leg, ONE, TWO..........THREE! D! HAS! DONE IT! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...and STILL NAPW CHAMPION! HE! IS! D! BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOSH! D! HAS DONE IT! D! HAS RETAINED HIS TITLE! THE PLAGUE...THE PLAGUE'S CAREER IS OVER! JACK JONES: I can't believe it! I can't believe it! BILL HEWSON: After all has been said and done, it's true, it's over, and The Plague...D! has retired The Plague! My goodness! You're right, Jack Jones! I can't believe it! JACK JONES: This whole night has been unbelievable! Man oh man! In the ring, the referee raises the arm of a beaten and bruised D!. D!, wincing with every step, still holding his ribs, now holds the title belt up high...only for a second, his ribs giving him too much pain. The Plague...The Plague has pulled himself up by the ropes, looking out over the sea of cheering, chanting people. "D! D! D! D!" is all that can be heared, thunderous. And then Plague turns around to stare at D!. D! looks at The Plague, groaning, dropping his belt to the canvas. Last time D! won the match, Plague assaulted him afterwards. The Plague steps forward! And offers. His. Hand. D! cocks an eyebrow at Plague, weary, exhausted. The crowd holds their breath. D! takes his hand... And... And... The Plague shakes it. Plague then reaches down and picks up the NAPW Title belt. He looks at it with a mixture of sadness and pride, then looks at D!, and offers the belt to him. D! takes it, and Plague raises D!'s arm up in the air! BILL HEWSON: And after all of this...I think D! has earned Plague's respect! JACK JONES: Whether you like him or hate him, you can't call D! a fluke any more! And whether you like or hate HIM... The Plague gave his all for this great sport! BILL HEWSON: The crowd is applauding this show of sportsmanship! D! is your NAPW Champion, and The Plague...goodbye, Plague! It's been a helluva run! We are out of time...For Jack Jones, I'm Bill Hewson saying GOODNIGHT! The Plague smirks one more time at D!, and then leaves the ring, leaving the NAPW CHAMPION in the ring to celebrate! D! climbs the corner, holding the belt as high as he can! He's been through a war and emerged the victor! The fans are on their feet, joyous, happy, and it's a great night in Edmonton!
Lights DOWN.
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