TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.

01/30/2007

Moments before Tuesday Night Fights is ready to go on the air we open backstage. "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees, "The Chairman" David Banks, and "Manager t'd Stars" Ol'Salty are standing around the water cooler discussing their plans for the next few hours.

OL' SALTY: So, everyone understands what's go'n t'happen here t'night, right?

DAVID BANKS: Sure do, just give me Simply Beautiful...

THE LEMONDROP KID: It's all under control Salty! Banks has got Simply Beautiful's number and don't even worry yer buzzed little head about me. Ravager, Billy, and Evan better get ready fer da ass-kick'n of d'heir lives courtesy of "da former NAPW Television Champio..."

A familiar voice comes from behind the trio.

VOICE: Rees, don't you ever get sick of listening to yourself?

Lloyd, Banks, and Ol'Salty turn to see where the voice is coming from. It's none other than Untouchables front man Chris Casino, with Kenny Krenshov and Kurt Castle at either side. David Banks readies his trademark chair as evil smirk comes across Lloyd's face and he begins to talk.

THE LEMONDROP KID: Well, if it isn't da new leader of me fan club, Chris Casino...

CHRIS CASINO: Real funny, monkey.

THE LEMONDROP KID: No Larry, what's funny is yer career! Did ya come t'Kamloops t'see a real wrestler in action or are ya back here look'n fer me so ya can apologizes fer yer wasted words dis past week? Oh! I know what it is! Yer da person d'hat d'hey scheduled fer me massage. I'm feel'n a little tightness in me right shoulder and I don't want it t'affect me performance t'night in da big Main Event. Here let me show ya...

Lloyd turns his back to The Untouchables, raises his "Free NFLD." shirt to expose his right shoulder. Krenshov, obviously pissed off by Rees' cockiness, makes a move but Casino stops him short. Smart move! Because Banks in ready with his chair.

CHRIS CASINO: What is that Rees?! On my way to Kamloops today I lost my Secret Lobster Boy Decoder Ring and I did not understand a word you said.

OL' SALTY: He said...

CHRIS CASINO: SHUT UP Ol'Fishy!! Listen up Rees! I know you three have never been this close to greatness before, but please try to control your bitches! Let me give you a little warning. Stay out of Untouchable business tonight if you know what is good for you!

The Untouchables turn their backs on the trio of Rees, Banks, and Ol'Salty but Rees is not going to let Casino leave like that.

THE LEMONDROP KID: Hey Casino!

Chris turns to face Lloyd.

THE LEMONDROP KID: Good luck t'night...Yer go'n t'need it.

Chris shrugs off Lloyd's words and continues. Rees turns to Ol'Salty.

THE LEMONDROP KID: Maybe he never heard me...

FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!

BOOOONGGGGG....Fast paced salsa music signals the coming of Sakai, Santiago, and manager Leo Mack, the Next Generation! The international superstars look poised and ready for their TNF debut, but there's probably not a single person in this arena other than them who'll give them any chance of winning this match.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, and Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at a combined three hundred and seventy-seven pounds, NEXT GENNNNNEEEERRRRRRRRR-RRRAAAAATIIOOON!

JACK JONES: This is going to be an execution, Hewson. I don't think I can even bear to watch.

BILL HEWSON: How many times does history need to prove that size doesn't matter for people like you to realize that it's the truth?

JACK JONES: History is just a lie we all agree on, Hewson. The FACT is that these two curtain jerkers don't have a prayer of even making this thing competitve. Hell, if they did that, they should consider it a victory!

BILL HEWSON: Well, regardless of what some people think, NextGen is indeed going to give it their all tonight, I'd bet my hat on that.

Scarface. "Untouchables". Here come two of the biggest, baddest men in the whole of the NAPW. Kenny Krenshov and Kurt Castle, the Alliterative Annihilators, so to speak. And they look MEAN.

BILL HEWSON: What I said aside, Jack Attack, I personally would not want to be in the ring with either one of these men, forget all about both!

JACK JONES: Tonight, they will prove that the Untouchables are just unstoppable, I can guarentee you that.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, representing the Untouchables, weighing in at a staggering combined weight of six hundred and sixty-six pounds, KENNNNYYYYY "THE COOOLLLLOOSAAAAAAL" KRENSHOV, and "THE DEVASTATOR" KURT CAAAASTLLEEE!

Starting off the action we have perhaps the biggest size differential in NAPW history - Krenshov and Santiago! The stand eye to eye - err, eye to stomach, and the crowd immediately rises to it's feet. Is Santiago out of his mind? No, he's just as tough as he says he is, dammit! Santiago with a shot to the gut! Krenshov fires back, dropping Santiago to the mat with authority. Santiago pops up, no hesitation, and hits a dropsault on Krenshov, but it doesn't affect the big man one bit! Santiago looks around, and goes down low with a basement dropkick! That gets Krenshov to one knee, and Santiago runs past him and springboards - OH MY GOD! WHAT A CHEAP SHOT FROM CASTLE, a huge lariat as Santiago was looking for some dynamic offense! Krenshov gets up, and looks, well, pissed off. Go figure, right? He picks up the luchador, and wraps his hand around his throat before tossing him across the ring. Santiago lands with a sickening thud, but gets up and stands up tall, staring down Krenshov. Kenny just laughs, and points to Sakai, telling him to tag in his partner "before he gets physical." Santiago shakes his head no, and beckons for Krenshov to just bring it, to the massive approval of the crowd! Krenshov with a charge, but Santiago ducks below! Dropsault to the back of Krenshov, who's dumbfounded by the blinding speed of this tough young luchador! Kenny gathers himself and turns around just in time to CATCH a crossbody attempt - oh, no. FALL AWAY SLAM OVER THE TURNBUCKLE!

The crowd is in silence, Santiago landed right on the arena floor! Krenshov laughs, and flips off a concerned looking Sakai, who's just itching to get into this match. Krenshov walks nochalantly over to Castle, and tags him in. The two start to pantomime squashing a bug, and laugh about how easy it was to - no, no way. You have to be kidding me. SANTIAGO IS ON HIS FEET, and this place has just exploded! Krenshov turns around, and his face is one of absolute shock! Next Generation said they'd fight to the end, and by God they're doing it. Santiago rolls in, and immediately is taken off his feet by a charging elbow smash from Castle, who yells " DON'T GET BACK UP!" But, with the support of the crowd, Santiago crawls up with the ropes, he's getting back to his feet - and Castle punches him right in the back, give me a break! Castle sneers, he's pissed off now, he's not about to get shown up by some tag team wrestler! He picks him up waaaay overhead and drops him with a gorilla press slam, and Santiago's face slams off the mat. The boos reign down on him, but the Provincial Champion eats it up as he covers with one foot. One, two....kickout! Castle can't believe it, and quickly stomps down on his opponents chest before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a big, heavy leg drop. He pops right up and picks Santiago up, only to rattle his skeleton with a hard hitting belly to belly suplex! Castle drags Santiago by the leg over to the Untouchables' corner, and tags Krenshov back in. Kenny steps over the top rope, and picks the luchador up with just one hand before CHOKESLAMMING him onto his knee! A sick backbreaker variant, that's gotta be it for Santiago! Another cover from Krenshov...One....twoooooooo........thee-kickout! Krenshov is IRATE now, and he's right in referee John Sharplin's face! Sharplin is yelling that it was "just two, Kenny" as Santiago starts to get up, the fans can't even believe it now, but he's getting up and crawling over to Sakai!

Sakai leans over the ropes, trying to reach out to his partner, but Krenshov notices Santiago's attempt from the corner of his eye and puts a stop to it by grabbing his foot and dragging him back.Santiago throws a forearm at Krenshov, and hits him square in the head, stunning the big man for a second, and goes for an enziguri! But Krenshov pushes him off, sending him flying across the ring. Wracked with pain, Santiago crawls under the bottom rope, but on the wrong side of town. Castle drops down and kicks him in the ribs as hard as he can, flipping him over onto his back. Castle almost tears off some guys head in the front row as he tells him to watch out - what's he doing here, he's got Santiago hoisted onto his shoulder - he drops him FACE FIRST onto the guard rail! Again, the crowd boos the hell out of him as he slides Santiago back into the ring. Krenshov is waiting, laughing as if he were a child playing with a toy. Krenshov quickly wraps his hands around Santiago's throat and picks him up before delivering a sick standing choke bomb, that's gonna do t folks. One, two, mercifully - NO! Santiago is alive, he's alive! How the hell did he do that? Santiago tries with all his might to stand on his own two feet, but Krenshov is relentless, picking him up from behind in back suplex position - and flipping him over onto his stomach! OOHHHHH goes the crowd, and Krenshov just laughs again. He tags in Castle, and it looks like this one is over now. Sakai watches on, helpless, as Castle steps through the ropes and picks up Santiago, just to slap him back down. What arrogance! The Provincial Champion is some piece of work, let me tell you. He walks over to Sakai, and begins to taunt him right to his face. "YOU AIN'T NOTHING, YA JAP, NOTHING!" Sakai stares a hole through Castle, who seems to be taken aback by his resolve. He turns around - right into a MISSILE DROPKICK! Both men are down, Castle has been taken off his feet by the little luchador that could. And the fans are EATING. IT. UP! Santiago needs desperately to get to his corner to make a tag, but he just can't find the energey to crawl over.

BILL HEWSON: COME ON KID, YOU CAN DO IT! GET UUUUUPPPP!

Santiago crawls, moving just inches forward. The sold out crowd is on its feet, and this place might not be able to contain the cheers coming from deep down inside them! "SANTI-AGO!" CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! "SANTI-AGO!" CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! "SANTI-AGO!" CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! - The crowd goes on like that for what feels like ages, and Santiago is almost there - he's on one knee, reaching for Sakai - Sakai leans out, ready for the tag...here it comes, he's got him - NO! Castle pulled him away at the last possible second, and this crowd is all kinds of deflated over that result. Santiago's and Sakai's hands were literally INCHES away from each other. Castle picks Santiago up, and tosses him all the way across the ring with a bone-cracking overhead belly-to-belly suplex, taking out the rest of the life Santiago has left in him. A quick tag to Krenshov, and it looks like this thing is finally going to come to a head. Krenshov doesn't play around at all, just goes right for - oh God, don't do it! You'll kill him, not the TOTAL ECLIPSE! RAKE OF THE EYE! RAKE OF THE EYE, Santiago escapes certain death and scampers across the ring - HOT TAG! PANDEMONIUM! AND HERE COMES SAKAI, HE'S A BRICK(BLEEP)HOUSEAFAR! BOOM BOOM BOOM, palm strikes rattle the monster Krenshov! Buzzsaw kick to the knee bring him down - THWACK! Another one right to the head, Krenshov crumples to the mat, my goodness! Castle steps in and charges with a lariat! Ducked by Sakai, and he gets creamed with a shuffle sidekick from the Puroresu Master! Castle bounces off the ropes, right into Sakai's waiting arms - EXPLODER SUPLEX! THE CROWD EXPLODES AS WELL ON IMPACT, and Sakai nips up, giving a big HIIIIII-YAAAAAAAAAH! Castle rolls away, and enter Krenshov from behind. Sakai sees him coming, dodges a big boot and feeds him a leg - DRAGON WHIP! Krenshov's skull is almost impounded, and you can see the stream of sweat and spit fly from his face. Sakai is like a man possessed, David be DAMNED! Goliath is feeling the wrath of the Japanese Buzzsaw re-born! Krenshov turns back to the Sakai dazed, and misses with a wild left hook - arm wrench by Sakai, and he caps it with a back suplex, high and tight! Krenshov slams into the mat, and Santiago leaps up to the top rope!

MOVIMENTO ESPACULAR! He got all of it, Sakai for the cover! ONE! TWO!..........THREEEEEEEEEE NO NO NO! Krenshov powered out at the last second, sending Sakai into the air and crashing back down to the mat! Santiago waits for Krenshov to get to his feet, and LEAPS onto the top rope, flying bulldog from the middle of the ropes! WHAT BALANCE, WHAT AN IMPACT! Castle gets up and DECAPITATES Santiago with a lariat, and ge goes tumbling out of the ring along with Castle, leaving just Sakai and Krenshov to fight it out. Krenshov cracks his neck, and wipes the blood from his mouth. Sakai puts his fist into his palm, and gives a deep, respectful bow to his opponent. Sakai calls for a test of strength now, and Krenshov laughs - until he realizes Sakai is deadly serious. The smile is quickly gone from his face, and Krenshov complies, grabbing Sakai in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock and quickly powering him down onto his knees - where Sakai slides between his legs and pulls off a double leg takedown - REAR NAKED CHOKE! HE'S GOT HIM IN THE CHOKE, MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO! The fans are going bananas, but will Krenshov tap? Kenny's eyes are wide with shock, he can't believe the predicament he's found himself in! He grabs at Sakai's hands, but he just CAN'T pull them off his head and neck! He's losing air...BOOT TO THE SKULL of Sakai finally breaks it, delievered by none other than Kurt Castle. The fans immediately boo, they think the monster was about to tap the hell out! Castle turns around, right into a TOP ROPE MOONSAULT FROM SANTIAGO, and he goes down like a ton of bricks! Everyone is down but Santiago, who goes back to his corner, begging for Sakai to get over and make a tag so he can finish the prone Kenny Krenshov! Sakai is up, he's crawling, trying to reach Santiago.....ANOTHER HOT TAG, and Santiago hops onto the top turnbuckle!

SHOOTING. STAR. PRESS!

KRENSHOV'S. BOOT. UP!

Santiago's face slams right into the monstrous boot, and he's knocked out seemingly on impact.

On the outside, Castle rips Sakai off the apron and tosses him harshly into the steps.

Back in the ring, Krenshov is up, and KILLS SANTIAGO DEAD with A POWER BOMB!!

Krenshov looks down at Santiago, and kicks him twice with his boot. No movement. Krenshov goes into the cover.

One, two, three, HOLY (BLEEP)!

BILL HEWSON: SANTIAGO KICKED OUT! NO, NO WAY! I DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING! Are you a believer yet, Jack Attack?

Jack Jones, for once, is speechless. A Total Eclipse later, however, and Santiago is all out of miracles.

FRANK WARBURTON: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, THE UNTOUCHABLES!

BILL HEWSON: Ladies and gentlemen, never in my life have I seen a man with more heart than that young man right there. Cherish what you just saw in that ring today - Santiago gave everything he had and more, he left a part of him in that ring forever, and he did it for the business that he loves. That just might have been one of the greatest individual displays of courage I've ever seen in all my years calling matches! Bravo, Santiago, BRAVO!

JACK JONES: As much as I hate to say it, Hewson, you were right. Those crazy bastards that like to call themselves Next Generation are going to be a force to be reckoned with in the tag team division. How the HELL did he kick out of that power bomb? And did you see Sakai? He was like a machine, tearing through them like it was nothing! Incredible, just incredible. My hat's off to them. But that doesn't change the fact that the WINNERS of the match are THE UNTOUCHABLES. Look at them! They're winners, Hewson! All the heart in the world doesn't get you victory, it's worthless!

BILL HEWSON: How can you say crap like that and look yourself in the mirror?

JACK JONES: Easily.

The fans are in shock. Krenshov and Castle? The winners, but they never expected the fight they got. They look like they've just been through a hurricane, although that was certainly a definitive victory. They get the hell out of their as soon as the music hits, leaving Next Generation in the ring, beaten and broken. But in the ring...something is stirring. Santiago....is crawling to his feet....and, with the ropes for help, he stands up.

And the crowd LOSES IT! A standing ovation for the Next Generation, as Sakai gets back up and climbs into the ring with his best friend and tag partner. Leo Mack climbs inside as well, and with Sakai's help carries Santiago out of the ring as the crowd chants their name, NEXT GENERATION!

NAPW returns from commercial break. Commissioner Winchell stands in the middle of the ring, smug and proud. The crowd vocally shows its displeasure.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I know I come off the bad guy sometimes around here. I made D-X run the gauntlet. I suspended the Celtic Assassins. I fired Don Travelli. But that's exactly the kind of thing that makes me the best commissioner in wrestling today! Important decisions made quickly and impartially, no matter HOW unpopular they are. Because I know that they're what's best for the company. Because what's best for the company...is what's best for ME.

The crowd boos him again, much louder, but he ignores it as he presses on.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'm the reason the NAPW is where it is today! I've pulled this federation up by its own bootstraps! I brought in the biggest names, I set up the biggest shows, I toured us around the United States AND Canada--

MR. CANADA: (Voice.) Did somebody say CANADA?

BIG SUGAR! "O CANADA!" The crowd goes BALLISTIC! The spotlight hits the entryway...but Mr. Canada's not there! The commissioner's throwing a massive temper tantrum in the ring, screaming at security to run into the ring and protect him; the searchlights scan the crowd looking for any sign of the Masked Maple Marvel.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: REX CALIBER! You show your face goddammit!

MR. CANADA: (Voice.) How many times to I have to tell you, Winchell? It's CANADA, not CALIBER!

A spotlight shines on one of the scaffolding towers and there, perched on the edge and holding a rope, is the one and only Mr. Canada! The crowd goes nuts, but the commissioner starts spitting.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: GOD DAMMIT! GET DOWN FROM THERE AND FACE ME!

MR. CANADA: Ho-ho-ho, Joey, I don't think so. I may have the strength of ten Boucherons and the courage of Sir John A. McDonald, but I'm not going to leap into that ring with you and a dozen security guards. Besides, I thought we could take this time to have a little talk about things. About how you're RUINING this fine federation.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'm SAVING this federation! I'm getting more exposure than my father ever did! In less than a year I've gotten better tv deals, better venues, more tours, and better talent! I am this federation!

MR. CANADA: Shut your pancake hole! You're this federation? No way, son! I love this federation with my heart and soul, and I sure as hell don't love YOU. I love the FANS! The FANS are this federation! Every single person who buys a ticket or punches in the Pay-Per-View numbers, everyone who takes the day off to drive to a show, everyone who makes a sign or a homemade t-shirt, THEY'RE the reason this federation is still alive!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: If they really loved this federation, they'd BUY a t-shirt! People who make bootleg t-shirts are STEALING from me!

MR. CANADA: And that's the big problem, isn't it, Joey? You're treating this place like your own personal piggy bank, throwing money around, making yourself feel like a big man. Every time you fire a wrestler, you have to pay off the rest of their contract! Every time you set up a tour, you throw money away on the best transportation and hotels available! And does the NAPW even have a sponsor? You're bleeding this place dry, Joey!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: CALL ME MR. WINCHELL, CALIBER! Or so help me GOD, I'll KNOCK THE TAR OUT OF YOU!

Mr. Canada grabs a hold of the rope with both hands and swings down into the ring! The security guards scatter, diving out of the ring, and Joseph Winchell falls back to the corner turnbuckle but straightens up quickly. Mr. Canada walks up to him and looks him dead in the eye.

MR. CANADA: Mr. Winchell. You are destroying this company, and I will not stand idly by and watch.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Take that goddamn mask off before I rip it off.

MR. CANADA: I have a proposal for you. You and me. One on one. At Cold Snap.

SCREAMS of excitement erupt from the crowd, but Winchell looks unimpressed.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And just why would I agree to do that.

MR. CANADA: Because...you know that I'm good friends with one Rex Caliber, right?

The crowd pops at the mention of the fan-favourite.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: (Gritting his teeth.) I know you two share some kind of connection.

MR. CANADA: I've had a discussion with Mr. Caliber, and if you win he's agreed to become a silent partner in the NAPW. He'll bankroll the federation and help bail you out of the financial hole you're digging yourself into.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'm not exactly chomping at the bit here. Tell you what. I'll agree to this match if you throw in something else to sweeten the pot.

MR. CANADA: What else could you possibly want?

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I want your MASK!

The crowd boos, and Winchell is almost DROOLING at the idea of mounting Mr. Canada's mask on his wall. Mr. Canada strokes his chin for a second, considering the idea.

MR. CANADA: You know what, Mr. Commissioner? That sounds like a great idea! I agree to your terms.

Winchell starts cackling maniacally.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: YES! YESSSSSS! (To someone on the outside.) Schedule the match! Schedule it right now!

MR. CANADA: Don't you want to know my terms?

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'll get your money AND your pride, you fool! What could you possibly take from me that could compare!

MR. CANADA: If I win? You give up any claims to ownership of the NAPW and sign it over to me. Either way NAPW survives. You don't agree? No match. No mask. No money.

The crowd CHEEEEERS and the commissioner looks pale.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: ...that's fine. That's fine. (Chuckles.) I'm not worried. I'm not worried at all. But YOU should be worried, Mr. Canada. You haven't had a real wrestling match in months. You might be out of ring shape. But that's something I'm going to remedy right now. (Snaps his fingers.) I'm adding a new match to the card, effective immediately! Right now, in this very ring, Mr. Canada will wrestle...THE MIDNIGHT COWBOYS!

Bang Bang To The Rock & Roll hits, and The Midnight Cowboys rush the ring as the commissioner quickly rolls out and rings the bell. Mr. Canada puts his hands up and gets in the stance, while Clint & Stone Zellor try and circle around him and come at him with a pincer attack. Mr. Canada tries to keep his eye on both opponents; Clint and Stone toying with him, feinting and weaving. Stone Zellor dives for Mr. Canada, who rolls out of the way and lands a chop on brother Clint, who quickly recovers and gets him in a full nelson. Stone Zellor struts up to the helpless Mr. Canada, laughing and shouting insults.

"AS LOW AS YOU GO!" The New & Improved D-X! The Beast and Stylin' Kyle rush the ring, along with referee John Sharplin, and The Midnight Cowboys turn with wide eyes! As the three men slide into the ring the Zellors let go of Mr. Canada and slide out, grabbing Commissioner Winchell and dragging him up the aisle as Sharplin begins the count-out. NAPW fades to a commercial break while the commissioner screams obscenities at Mr. Canada and The New & Improved D-X. Mr. Canada vs The Commissioner... ownership vs mask?

JACK JONES: Anyways, you can imagine that I was fired on the spot.

BILL HEWSON: I had no idea you could do, uh, that, in a Mickey Mouse costume.

JACK JONES: Even better was the Goofy costume, Hewson, let me tell you --- BILL HEWSON: ...Coming up next we are going to have the in ring return of David Banks!

JACK JONES: I have been looking forward to this. It has been way to long since we last seen "The Chairman" in an NAPW ring.

BILL HEWSON: There is most certainly a noticeable difference in Banks since his return.

JACK JONES: Most notable, Banks has aligned himself with one of the top wrestlers in the business today, Lloyd Rees and the NAPW's smartest and smelliest man, Ol'Salty.

BILL HEWSON: Do you honestly think that it was in David Banks best interest to join forces with "The Lemondrop Kid" and his manager?

JACK JONES: We are about to find out...

BILL HEWSON: You're right we are about to find out. Banks isn't;t going to have an easy one. He goes one on one with Simply Beautiful. Take it away Frank Warburton!

FRANK WARBURTON: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!

"Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen hits the airwaves of the arena as Simply Beautiful walks out from behind the curtain. The Kamloops crowd erupts as one of NAPW's biggest fan favorites makes his way to the ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: On his way to the ring, hailing from STATEN ISLAND, NEW YORK!! Weighting at two hundred and thirty five pounds...He isn't just the COOLEST, he isn't just the BEST...HE IS SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!

Beautiful is now in the ring, climbing each corner respectively, and he shows his appreciation for the crowds reaction.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent...

"Never Gonna Get It" by Akon blares as "The Chairman" David Banks makes his way from backstage, trademark chair in hand, but Banks is not alone. At his side is none other than "Manager t'da Stars", Ol'Salty.

FRANK WARBURTON: From GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA!! Accompanied to the ring by OL'SALTY! Weighting in at two hundred and twenty three pounds...He is "The Chairman of the NAPW"...DAVID BANKS!

Banks climbs in the ring climbs the far corner and holds his chair high in the air. His actions get a reply from the crowd, one Banks doesn't like. He hands his chair to the Ol'Salty as ref, Morgan Smythe, calls for the bell...

DING! DING!!

This one gets underway quick, with Simply Beautiful not even waiting for Banks to turn around. Trying to get some revenge for Banks's chairshot last week, Beautiful drives Banks back into the ropes with some stiff rights. Irish whip to the ropes, Banks caught with a FLYING FOREARM to the skull of David Banks. SB hits the opposite rope, big ELBOW DROP!! Simply Beautiful is like a pit bull as he starts to work over Banks's right arm with short kicks and punches. Beautiful, in complete control of this match, pulls "The Chairman" to his feet. Another Irish whip sends Banks to the ropes, the attempted CLOTHESLINE...DUCKED!! WAIT!! BANKS HAS SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL'S ARM...IT'S THE CHARISMATIC CROSSFACE!! But this was an quick fix for David Banks is very close to that bottom rope...STRETCHING! SB has the rope and Smythe makes Banks break the hold...She starts to count! ONE. TWO..THREE...FOUR....FOUR AND ONE HALF....Banks finally breaks the hold...

BILL HEWSON: I wonder who David Banks learned that move from?

JACK JONES: It's a good move Bill!! Taking advantage of the five count is what wins people matches!!

Banks, now has a surprised Simply Beautiful hurting after exploiting the the five count, and takes advantage. Banks back to his feet like and cat and continuing his attack. A few quick closed fist to the gorgeous face of the downed Beautiful don't go with out warning from referee, Morgan Smythe. Banks now has Beautiful to his feet and he is reeling. Hard whip to the corner and Banks right in there with a HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE!! Simply Beautiful staggers out of the corner and "The Chairman" drops SB to the mat with a perfectly executed BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX... that gets two! Banks looks to Smythe, who quickly shows him the universal sign for a two count. Back to Simple Beautiful! Banks hand SB lock in position for a GUT BUSTER...LIFTS! OHHH! Banks drops Beautiful across his knee...nice gutbuster backbreaker. David Banks is back to his feet very quickly again this time he signs to the crowd that the end is near. Banks is going up top! Here it comes!! MID-CARD KILLER!! NAILS IT!! That could be --- wait a minute, what's Banks doing?

BILL HEWSON: What is this kid trying to prove? After nailing his version of a 450 Splash on Simply Beautiful he may have had this match in the books!! But, instead he's yelling at the crowd. See, this is the kind of bull that this guy is learning from Lloyd and Ol'Salty!!

JACK JONES: It is called confidence Bill! And it is very important in this business!!

Banks walking around the ring now harassing the crowd with poses and flexing his highly defined muscles. Beautiful is making his way to his feet, but Banks does not approve!! Quick right!! BLOCKED BY SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!! BEAUTIFUL THROWS A PUNCH OF HIS OWN!! BLOCKED BY BANKS!! KICK TO THE GUT BY BANKS!! That stiff kick just brought SB back down!! FACE BUSTER BY BANKS!! Beautiful is down...

BILL HEWSON: Wait!! What the hell is that bastard Ol'Salty doing on the ring apron?! And what the hell is he doing with Banks's chair?!

JACK JONES: He is just checking on his man Bill! Don't take a heart attack over there...

Ol'Salty is on the ring apron and he is distracting Smythe...She did not see Ol'Salty hand Banks the chair. Banks turn to deliver another stiff chairshot to Simply Beautiful, the second in as many weeks...NO!! SB just caught the unsuspecting Banks with a DROP KICK!! BEAUTIFUL WITH THE COVER!! ONE! TWO! NO! Banks manages to kick out after the drop kick that sent his trusty chair into his very own face. But now, SB is back on top and now it is his turn. Beautiful grabs Banks by his legs...CATAPULT INTO THE CORNER!! Now Banks is the one reeling...SPIN DOCTOR NECKBREAKER!! But, SB is not finished yet, he runs back into the corner, TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! CONNECTS!! SB not going for the pin!! NO!! He locks in THE PAINKILLER!! Simply Beautiful wants to make David Banks tap!! Can he do it?!

BILL HEWSON: This is it Jones! The Painkiller is locked in!

JACK JONES: It's going to take more than a Fujiwara Armbar to stop "The Chairman!"

After what seems to be an eternity, Banks manages to reach the bottom rope and Simply Beautiful has no choice but to break the hold. But, he is not going to give Banks a second to get back to his feet. SB drags Banks into the middle of the ring...ELEVATED HALF BOSTON CRAB!! This time "The Chairman" has nowhere to go and Ol'Salty can see this. Once again Ol'Salty is on the apron and Morgan turns her back on the action to deal with the former fisherman. BANKS IS TAPPING!!! But, Morgan see a thing thanks to Ol'Salty...Beauiful has had enough!! He releases Banks and heads to the ropes to deal with the "Manager t'da Stars" himself.

BILL HEWSON: Finally! Someone is giving that stinky son of a bitch what he deserves!

JACK JONES: Language Hewson! Morgan! Do your job and get Simply Beautiful off Ol'Salty!

Morgan does not have a chance to act. While SB busies himself with choking Ol'Salty, Banks has go to his feet. He grabs Simply Beautiful and loosens his grip on Ol'Salty. David Banks fires Beautiful to the opposite ropes but, WAIT!! Beautiful delivers a SPRINGBOARD ELBOW!! BLOCKED!! BANKS WITH A RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! OH NO!! THE CHARISMATIC CROSSFACE AGAIN!! This time it's over!! Banks has his trademark hold locked on in the middle of the ring!! Morgan hits the mat and ask Simply Beautiful he he's ready to call it a night...

NOOO!!

BILL HEWSON: Beautiful is not going to tap!! Not this night!

JACK JONES: He has no choice!! Banks has got this one... in the bank!

SB is struggling to get to the rope, but it ain't going to happen. The crowd just waits for the call from referee, Morgan Smythe. Simply Beautiful raises his hand to tap but, WHAT IS THIS!! BEAUTIFUL ROLLS BANKS OVER!! "The Chairman" refuses to let go of the hold --- Banks' shoulders are on the mat!! Morgan counts unannounced to David Banks... ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner... SIMMMPLYYY BEAUUUUTIFULLLL!

But this one is not over. With Simply Beautiful announced as the winner, Ol'Salty begins to wave to the back. From behind the curtain comes "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees. Rees hits the ring and grabs the celebrating Beautiful from behind....DDT FROM THE GREEN!!! Rees and Banks start to double team the downed SB, kicking him in the sides and back. Rees pulls Beautiful to his feet and holds him for Banks. Ol'Salty slides into the ring with Banks chair and hands it to Banks...

BILL HEWSON: Someone has to stop this!! Please!!

JACK JONES: Who's going to help that guinea?!

The crowd erupts as former NAPW Champion Patrick Bickle high tails it to the ring. The trio notices Bickle and they high tail it to the outside. As Lloyd, Ol'Salty, and Banks make their way up the ramp Lloyd and Bickle exchange words while the former Champ helps Simply Beautiful to his feet.

BILL HEWSON: SB has to be thankful for Patrick Bickle. Who knows what Lloyd and Banks would have done to him?

JACK JONES: I know what they would have done to him and I would have loved every minute of it!!

BILL HEWSON: We are most certainly building up to a great tag match come Cold Snap, the hatred on both sides is intense.

JACK JONES: Well I for one can't wait to see Lloyd and Banks school those two losers. Simply Beautiful, feh.

BILL HEWSON: In any event... we have to take a commercial break. When we come back, the powerhouse team of Kevin Kodiak and Legion challenges Dez Carter & North T. Gunderson. The big question is, will North actually show up tonight? Stay tuned!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest will be for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of five-Hundred and fifty-Seven pounds...The team of Kevin Kodiak and Legion!

"Frankenstein" by Edgar Winters Band begins to play. Kevin Kodiak and Legion come out to a mixture of cheers and jeers, they make their way into the ring and await their opponents.

JACK JONES: What a team this is, Hewson. These two men combined weigh almost six hundred pounds, each one stands nearly seven feet tall. Who the heck is going to stop them?

BILL HEWSON: Two former enemies teaming up. If you can't beat them, join them, as it were.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, weighing in at four-Hundred and Eighty pounds...Dez Carter and Johnston Rawk!

"Driver's High" by Larc En Ciel begins to play and Dez Carter comes out angrily, he is a few feet ahead of Johnston Rawk,Tex and Asuka. They make their way to the ring and an overly confident Johnston Rawk wants to start the match but Dez pushes him back and insists that he goes first. Without a fight Johnston Rawk goes into his corner.

BILL HEWSON: It looks like once again North T. Gunderson has sent in a substitute, and from the looks of things Dez Carter has had about enough of it. He doesn't look any way happy to have Johnston Rawk as his partner.

JACK JONES: Would YOU?

Then the bell sounds, former Pure Honor champion Dez Carter and Legion start this match off hot! Dez rushes Legion. Legion doesn't expect it and takes a hard Palm Strike to the face. Dez then latches on a headlock and with a quick take-down brings Legion to the mat. Tightening the headlock every second...But the stronger Legion comes to and pushes Dez Carter off him, Legion gets to his feet quickly and delivers a stiff right to the back of Carter's head. Legion then grabs hold of Dez and gives him a knee that would break an ordinary mans ribs. Dez kneels over and falls to his knees trying to gasp for breath then takes a stiff stomp to the side of the head and hits the mat. Legion then grabs hold of Dez and drags him to the center of the ring. Legion calls for the Legionnaire Lock quite early in the match and tries to lock it in...Desperation Modified Arm drag by Dez Carter and he regains control of the match. Dez takes Legion back to his feet and gives him a forearm to the face which causes Legion to reel back into the ropes and right into a blind tag by Kevin Kodiak. Legion rolls out of the ring and Kodiak storms the ring, A hard right takes Dez to the floor and an illegal Johnston Rawk steps in and rushes Kodiak but only receives a face-breaking big boot. Dez gets up and Shuffle Side Kick! Caught! Kevin Kodiak smiles and says "Nice Try" before hitting Dez with a Spinning Leg Kick. Kevin goes for the cover and gets a two before Johnston Rawk breaks the pin. Morgan Smythe yells at him and he's back into his corner. Both men are back to his feet and initiate a Collar and Elbow Tie-up. The bigger Kevin Kodiak pushes Dez Carter into the ropes, he Irish whips him and SICK Spinebuster takes Dez down. Legion covers, One! Two! Thre-Shouler up!Dez Carter barely gets the shoulder up and Kodiak is fuming. He lifts Dez up to his feet and Dez with a kick to the midsection and desperation Tiger Driver! Unbelievable that he could get Kodiak with that!

Dez doesn't go for the pin though, he just falls to his back trying to catch his breath. Kevin Kodiak seems to of forgotten where he is and the two lay their unmoving. After a little Dez Carter begins to stir and slowly he comes back to life. Kevin Kodiak begins to come to a few second after Dez and they both make it to their knees at the same time. Dez looks at Johnston Rawk quite dazed and LEAPS for the tag! Johnston is in...And so is Legion! Both men rush each other and the brawl begins! Both men begin nailing each other with hard rights and lefts. Neither man is seeming to give way because each fist lands harder then the last...Johnston Rawk ducks , Legion turns...RIGHT into a superkick! Johnston Rawk jumps for the cover but only get s two before Legion powers out. Rawk brings Legion back up to his feet and CHOP! Legion reels back, rebounds off the ropes and Charging Clothesline nearly decapitates Johnston Rawk. Legion grabs hold of Johnston and lifts him to his feet...Backbreaker! Legion brings him up again and another Backbreaker! Legion laughs and brings him up once more and Backbr-Elbow by Johnston! Single-Arm DDT! Legion goes down and Johnston goes for the pin. One! Two! Thr- Kevin Kodiak breaks the pin! Dez Carter is in illegally as well and rushes clothesline! Dodged! Kodiak throws Dez out of the ring. Johnston is beating on Legion and Kevin Kodiak steps in...POW! Hard right! Johnston crumbles and falls to the mat. Kodiak and Legion pick Johnston up to his feet and Kodiak latches on a bearhug and Legion hits the ropes HART ATTACK! Magnificent dobule team maneuver by Kodiak and Legion. Legion covers and One! Two! Three!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winners of this match by pinfall...Kevin Kodiak and Legion!

Kodiak and Legion hit the corners and celebrate their victory while Johnston Rawk rolls out of the ring. Dez Carter looks in dismay and storms away from the ring angrily and Asuka follows shortly behind.

Backstage. Josh Reynolds is WALKING. He stops. Were those footsteps he heard. Maybe not. He starts walking again. Then he hears it...

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The same howl from last week. He turns quickly, looking for an escape, when suddenly a door opens behind him, and he is dragged in. The door closes, we hear what what might be a scuffle, and then Josh is shoved back out, seemingly unharmed, though confused. He notices a paper shoved in his pocket.

JOSH REYNOLDS: (reading note) "Your fly was undone. Would have hated for you to be embarrassed on television. Have a good day, and keep your nose clean. You don't want to make our list."

Pause

JOSH REYNOLDS: What the (BLEEP)?

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Cut to commercial.

BILL HEWSON: ... And the moment was so much sweeter, because we waited until we were married.

JACK JONES: You sicken me.

BILL HEWSON: Your fault for asking.

"Smooth" breaks up this awkward moment, and the Pure Honor champion is on his way to the ring. And the fans make sure Casino knows: It's not just Alberta that hates him.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Raul Havok. From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is the Pure Honor champion: Chris Casino!

And Casino is showered with... man I hope it's beer. No matter, some fans just had their night of wrestling ended by security.

JACK JONES: No respect for the best technical wrestler in the business! It's a crying shame!

BILL HEWSON: Casino has never shown the Canadian fans any sort of respect. Why should he get any back?

"Ibi Dreams Of Pavement" takes over the sound system, and the fans pop for the former NAPW and Pure Honor champion.

FRANK WARBURTON: And the challenger, from New York, New York, weighing in at 175 pounds: PATRICK BICKLE!

Bickle looks the worse for wear after the beating he took last week, but he never takes his eyes off of Casino. They meet center ring to shake hands. Casino smirks. Bickle glares. Casino turns to go to this corner, but Bickle keeps a grip on Casino's hand, and pulls him back. They go eye to eye. Referee Morgan Smythe calls for the bell, and Bickle still hasn't let go of Casino's hand. Casino complains to the referee, but there is little she can do. It's not an illegal hold. Casino shrugs, rears back to punch Bickle, then remembers the rules of the match. Instead he slaps Bickle across the face. Bickle doesn't flinch. Another slap. Again Bickle doesn't flinch. Casino looks like he's getting flustered. He smashes his forearm into Bickle's face, and Bickle finally releases the grip. Casino whips Bickle to the ropes. Bickle comes off the ropes and is hit with a super kick! Casino covers! One...

Bickle's foot is on the ropes?

FRANK WARBURTON: Patrick Bickle has used his FIRST rope break!

BILL HEWSON: Raul Havok put Bickle's foot on the rope! Bickle could have kicked out of that!

JACK JONES: You must be kidding me! Bickle's lucky he didn't get his head taken off by that kick! Havok just wanted things to be sporting.

The fans boo, but Smythe didn't see Havok's "help". Bickle stares daggers at Raul, who wisely goes to the other side of the ring. Bickle and Casino lock up, and Bickle gets a headlock. Casino tries to push him off, but Bickle hangs on. Casino tries to get a few shots into Bickle's kidneys, but Smythe is there to make sure no punches are thrown. Finally Casino picks up Bickle and drops him with a back suplex. Both men hit the mat. But Bickle hangs on! Casino slams his hand on the mat in frustration (and no, he did not tap out). He gets to his knees, and Bickle keeps the hold locked in. Casino lifts Bickle up again, and drops him on the ropes! Bickle breaks the hold, as he's left hanging on the top rope. Casino grabs Bickle's ankle, and Smythe orders him to break the hold! She starts the count, and Casino lets go on four. And then Smythe realizes what the rules call for.

FRANK WARBURTON: Patrick Bickle has used his SECOND rope break.

BILL HEWSON: But Casino put Bickle onto the ropes BEFORE applying the hold!

JACK JONES: And he released the hold on a rope break. What a mind Casino has for the business. And such a strict adherence to the rules!

Bickle is mad now. Casino has a huge advantage right now, and he knows it. He smirks at Bickle, then talks some trash. Bickle seems to grin a little bit. Then nails Casino with a headbutt. Casino staggers back, allowing Bickle room to get speed for a SPEAR! Casino driven to the mat, and Bickle covers! One... Two... Casino kicks out! He gets to his feet, and is kicked in the gut, and then nailed with a Cross arm breaker! Casino is in serious pain right now, and Bickle is taking full advantage. He tries to apply Roll Credits, but Casino gets some knees into the back of Bickle's head. Bickle lays some boots to Casino as he lays on the mat, and gets a warning from Smythe. Bickle scoops the Pure Champion up, then plants him with a slam. He goes for a cover, but Casino kicks out at one. Bickle goes for the Inverted STF... and he hooks it in! Casino yells in pain as Bickle pulls back on the hold. But they're too close to the ropes, and Casino decides it's worth it so...

FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his FIRST rope break.

Bickle is angry, hurt, and on too much of a rush to care. he stomps Casino repeatedly. Casino gets a death grip on the bottom rope, and Smythe has to pull Bickle off of Casino. The fans cheer Bickle's explosion, but it's short lived.

FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his SECOND rope break. And for ignoring the referee's warning, Patrick Bickle has used his LAST rope break.

Bickle rolls his eyes, as he knows the corner he's been backed into. But he's overcome the odds before in this kind of match! Casino slides out of the ring to catch his breath. The fans are cheering Bickle on. Bickle takes in the reaction of the fans... and decides there's only one thing to do.

PLANCHA!

Bickle takes out both Casino and Havok on the floor! Smythe is starting the twenty count for them to get back in the ring. Both men are slow to their feet. But Bickle is up first, and he tosses casino under the bottom rope back into the ring. Casino tries to beg off, but Bickle has no part of it. He grabs Casino by the hair, but is immediately chastised by Smythe. Bickle lets go, backs up a bit, and Smythe reminds him that he is one warning away from being disqualified. Havok is up...

BILL HEWSON: What did Havok just slip Casino?

JACK JONES: Nothing. You're imagining things. Concentrate on the match.

BILL HEWSON: But it looked like...

JACK JONES: Lalalalalalalalala I can't hear you I'm too busy watching the match and the non illegal action taking place lalalalalalalalalalalalalala!

BILL HEWSON: Child.

JACK JONES: Sissy.

Casino looks to have a roll of quarters in his hands. Bickle brushes past Smythe and charges Casino. Havok jumps to the apron and starts yelling at Smythe, who in turn yells at Havok to get off the ring apron. Bickle grabs Casino and lays in with a European Uppercut. Casino falls back like he's been shot...

...and quarters fly everywhere. The wrapper for the roll lies conveniently at Bickle's feet. And guess how Smythe interprets the scene when she turns around?

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen. For blatant use of a foreign object, Patrick Bickle has been disqualified!

BILL HEWSON: This is outrageous! They did everything possible to get Bickle disqualified! All this manipulation to get Bickle to use up his rope breaks! And when that didn't work, they take a page out of Eddie Guererro's book...

JACK JONES: And in the end, Casino is still champ. That's all that matters!

And the fans boo this decision like crazy. Bickle is seething. Casino sells like he's still unconscious. Havok "checks" on his man. And Bickle... senses an opportunity. And climbs the ropes...

JACK JONES: What's Bickle doing? Casino could be unconscious!

BILL HEWSON: If he's not yet, he will be..

FREE FALL.

Raul Havok takes the brunt of the move, as Casino rolls out of the way. Furious, he nails Bickle with Bankrupt! Smythe immediately gets in Casino's face, asking how he recovered so quick. Casino pleads innocence:

"Sure, he used a weapon, but it wasn't that good a weapon."

Casino helps Havok to his feet and half drags him back to the locker room. As he passes a camera, he stops and asks:

"Can I get an opponent who won't take the easy way out?"

Smirk. Commercial.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is a interpromotional LUMBERJACK MATCH!

Some generic music hits as a crowd of Gastown and NAPW talent come down around the ring. The Moose. Gil "The Barber", wearing a blood-stained smock. Esteban. Otis Jivefunk and G, the Hallucinogenic Homeboy, come down, gladhanding everyone they can on their way to the ring. Apocaplyptic ZZ Top, sorry, I mean the Masters of Disaster. Steve Henri. Wayne Wright, looking pissed off for being here. A large man painted silver, walking down to the ring in a halting robot walk. Big Mitch. The Blue Bastich. Samson Solomon, GWA champion, walking to the ring with an arrogant sneer. And, of course, Clint and Stone Zellor, with Papa Z right behind them. They take places around the ring, and wait in expectation for the competitors.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and ten pounds, they are the Gastown Tag Team Champions! From Tokyo AND Hong Kong, the MYYYSTIIIC NIIINJAAA! And from Cochrane, Alberta, the EEEEEXPOOOOSITIONNNEEEERRR!

"OOOOOH! CHINESE NINJA WARRIOR! WITH YOUR HEART SO COOOOLD!" The technobeats of SubZero play as the Gastown champs come out, to a moderate cheer, mixed with some boos.

BILL HEWSON: A mixed reaction for the Ninja and Expositioner. Some people understand they're here at Adam Engel's wishes, but others just see them as an obstacle for the New and Improved D-X.

JACK JONES: While I can understand why Mister Joseph Winchell would want to keep the tag belts out of this, it would be sweet to see Kyle Roberts and Bruce Richards lose those precious title belts here tonight.

BILL HEWSON: This match of course not for either team's titles, but designed by Commissionerl Winchell to soften D-X up one week before they defend against those men --- The Midnight Cowboys --- at Cold Snap in a match where if D-X lose, they must break up.

JACK JONES: Oh glorious day!

BILL HEWSON: It hasn't happened yet, Jones. It may never will.

JACK JONES: I can DREAM.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined five hundred and twenty seven pounds! They are the NAPW tag team champions! Stylin' Kyle Roberts! Bruce "The Beast" Richards! The New and Improooved Deee-Eeex!

The roof blows off the Kamloops Memorial Arena, as Kyle and Bruce walk out to the Foo Fighters, holding their shiny new Hegstrand Cup for the NAPW crowd to see.

BILL HEWSON: For the past two months, they've been jetting back and forth to Los Angeles for the Major Championship Wrestling Tag Team Tournament. And this past weekend, against the menacing Blitz, they gave their all and won that Hegstrand Cup! NAPW really made themselves noticed, with five tag teams entering the first round! The Christian Soldiers! Tommy Deathrow and Rex Caliber! The Celtic Assassins! Brian Bruno and Simply Beautiful! And these men, Kyle Roberts and Bruce Richards, proving they truly are the best tag team in the world today.

JACK JONES: Great. Now they've got another thing to rub in people's faces.

As they walk by the announcer's table, Kyle places the Hegstrand Cup beside Bill Hewson, telling him to take care of it. The New and Improved D-X roll into the ring, after Kyle gives The Midnight Cowboys a dirty glance. All four competitors stare each other down in the ring. Kyle and Bruce extend their hands. The crowd cheers as the Mystic Ninja and the Expositioner look at each other, nod, and accept D-X's gesture. Then, The Beast and The Expositioner head to their respective corners, the bell rings and we are on!

Kyle Roberts circles the Mystic Ninja, who strikes a martial arts pose and stands motionless in the middle of the ring. Kyle takes a few tentative steps forward, and receives a boot in the face for his trouble! Stylin' Kyle goes in and gives a hard chop but the Ninja follows up with a few more quick kicks to the chest and stomach, and Kyle steps back to rest against the ropes. Not the best decision he's ever made. Otis P. Jivefunk goes for Kyle's ankle, but he quickly turns and kicks him in the chin for his trouble. The referee leans on the top rope, admonishing the GWA lumberjacks, who are holding up their hands in a "Who, me?" gesture. Kyle shouts at the mad pimp daddy as well, then turns around into a flying dropkick from the top turnbuckle from the Ninja! Kyle stumbles and goes OVER the top rope, which was being accidentally held down by the referee! Kyle goes head over heels into the apron, and Jivefunk, Esteban, and The Masters of Disaster circle around him. Kyle yanks on the Masters of Disaster's beards, trying to get through them and back to the ring, but Esteban grabs him by the tights and they lay in with fists as the referee counts, pushing Kyle back in the ring as he gets to nine. Kyle stands up, knees wobbling, and says "Anyone get the license number of that truck?" before falling flat on his back in the middle of the ring. The Mystic Ninja climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and lets fly with a Shuriken Press...and lands on Kyle's knees! Kyle Roberts was playing possum! And now both men are slowly moving to their corners, The Expositioner and The Beast straining for tags...The Expositioner gets in first, and starts charging towards D-X, Bruce Richards getting in a little too late, getting a hard body block for his trouble! The Expositioner grabs The Beast by the hair and begins to X-Pound! Bruce's head bounces off the turnbuckle, repeatedly, while The Expositioner gives an informative lecture on why it is important to keep the ring ropes at a precise level of tension. The referee stops the pounding at eight, and Bruce Richards slumps and rests in the turnbuckle, Kyle splashing water in his face. The Expositioner whips his opponent towards the opposite turnbuckle, but The Beast turns it around in the center of the ring, and The Expositioner lands HARD in the corner, The Beast following it up with a big body splash.

The Expositioner wanders into the middle of the ring, and The Beast gets him in a torture rack! The Expositioner is moaning in pain, but his partner comes in to save him with a kick in the back. The referee shoves the Ninja back into his corner, and Solomon Samson and The Blue Bastich take this opportunity to grab Stylin' Kyle Roberts and pull him down to the outside! Bruce Richards looks to his corner, but there's no-one to tag in! Meanwhile, The Expositioner makes it to his corner and The Mystic Ninja is now the legal man. He rushes at The Beast, bringing him down with a running bulldog, and following it up with a standing moonsault! He climbs back to the top turnbuckle, but Bruce Richards is back up on his feet, and catches the Mystic Ninja as he flies off the top, then tosses him outside the ring! He's gently helped to his feet by Wrestlotron Mark IV and Big Mitch, and Gil "The Barber" Barber dusts him off with a barber's brush and helps him back into the ring. Meanwhile, Bruce has noticed that Kyle Roberts is being BRUTALIZED outside the ring, and goes for an OH MY GOD DOUBLE-YOU TEE EFF OVER THE TOP ROPE SUICIDE PLANCHA! He LAYS out six lumberjacks, and the referee starts the count-out anew! A half-dozen lumberjacks are dazed on the outside of the ring, but The Midnight Cowboys and Papa Z take this opportunity to lay Bruce and Kyle out! The Mystic Ninja & The Expositioner stand in the ring looking unimpressed as Stone Zellor gives The Beast a hard mule kick, and Clint Zellor holds Kyle Roberts as Papa Z makes with the punches. The referee counts: seven, eight, nine...and the Cowboys slide Bruce into the ring and let Kyle up; he hangs on to the turnbuckle for dear life!

BILL HEWSON: I don't know how D-X can possibly win if the lumberjacks are as vicious as the Midnight Cowboys!

JACK JONES: I don't see a problem with that, Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: But the lumberjacks don't even go after the opponents! That's hardly impartial!

JACK JONES: I don't see a problem with that, Hewson.

The Mystic Ninja's still the legal man, and he jumps on The Beast and locks on The Mystic Crossface! Bruce Richards is obviously in pain, and looks like he's about to tap, but he makes a heroic reach and somehow makes it to the ropes! The Ninja backs off quickly, looking like he's actually giving The Beast an opportunity to breathe. He gets to his feet and the Ninja goes in to lock up with the big man, who turns him around and then COBRA CLUTCH BOMB!!! The Mystic Ninja is flat on his back, and Bruce Richards tags in the exhausted Kyle Roberts, who looks up, surprised. "What? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" he screams as Bruce takes a breather. Both members of The New & Improved D-X are standing on the apron, the referee pointing at Kyle starting a count out. Kyle grumbles and climbs back in the ring just as the Mystic Ninja tags in The Expositioner. He sizes up Stylin' Kyle, then the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Kyle Roberts slips behind him and locks the arm, but The Expositioner twists out of it and gets behind Kyle, lifting him up onto his shoulders: X-PLANATION! A shoulder backbreaker on Kyle Roberts, who's holding his back in pain and reaching out for Bruce Richards, who's straining to make the tag, but being held back by G, The Hallucinogenic Homeboy! The Expositioner picks Kyle up, and puts him down with a suplex. One more time The Expositioner helps Stylin' Kyle to his feet, and gets him on his shoulders! The Mystic Ninja climbs to the top turnbuckle, and flies off, taking Kyle off The Expositioner's shoulders with a hurricanrana!

JACK JONES: Third time's a charm, Hewson! That's what they call The Mystic X-Ecution! It's gotta be over now!

The Expositioner tags to The Mystic Ninja who goes in for the cover! One...two...Bruce Richards runs in and PULLS the Mystic Ninja off a dead-to-the-world Kyle Roberts! The lumberjacks start booing, but Bruce Richards pays them little mind as he gets back in his corner before the referee can admonish him. Stylin' Kyle gets up to his feet, slowly, and The Mystic Ninja locks up with him in the middle of the ring. The Mystic Ninja climbs onto his back for an octopus stretch, but Kyle drops him on his side, laying out his opponent in a Moose Jaw Driver! He quickly applies the Bear-Tamer, but the Ninja makes it to the ropes, and Kyle Roberts grudgingly lets go. The Mystic Ninja gets to his feet, and rushes Stylin' Kyle Roberts, who ducks out of the way and then...POLARIZER out of NOWHERE! Bruce Richards somehow makes it to the top rope...MOONSAULT! D-X has just hit Down & Dirty! Kyle reaches over for the cover as the Expositioner rushes in to break up the tag--BIG BOOT by The Beast!!! One...two...three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winners....THE NEW AND IMPROOOOVED DEEEEEEEEE-EX!

The crowd goes nuts as ALL of the lumberjacks rush the ring, trying to get a piece of the tag team champions. The Expositioner and The Mystic Ninja have had enough, and try to break up the brawl, but then get attacked by The Blue Bastich and The Masters of Disaster! The bad feelings that those three men share for the GWA Tag Champs has just boiled over, and now there are TWO brawls going on in the middle of the ring. The referee calls for security to break the brawl up...AND GETS NENJI AND THE BEE INSTEAD! The two friends rush the ring, going right for Otis P. and the Hallucinogenic Homeboy, who rush out of the ring screaming "BEEEEEEEEES!!"; G screaming "They're in my hair; THEY'RE IN MY HAIR!" Nenji & The Bee team up on Wrestlotron, throwing him out of the ring, and then Nenji tosses The Bee at Samson Solomon, fastball-special style! That leaves six men and kicking the tar out of D-X: Big Mitch, Wayne Wright and The Moose are just destroying Bruce Richards, who's bleeding from his forehead, while Steve Henri and the Zellors lay waste to Kyle Roberts, with Papa Z directing traffic. Chris Kamikaze, rushing the ring and climbs the turnbuckle! Chris Kamikaze, leaping for Wayne and The Moose! Chris Kamikaze, missing EVERYBODY and landing flat on his stomach in the ring! Oh god, the pain! Suddenly, there's a commotion from the crowd. Two people are climbing over the security gate and into the ring!

...It's THE DUDES! THE DUDES ARE IN THE HOUSE! They help their former MJPW teammate The Expositioner, throwing The Masters of Disaster out of the ring and then rushing for Steve Henri and Big Mitch, clotheslining them out of the ring! The Ninja & The Expositioner knock The Blue Bastich out of the ring with a double clothesline, but then get rushed by The Moose and Wayne Wright, who throws THEM over the top rope! Then Cam Scott tackles Mark Millar and Mike Johnston gives Wayne a release German suplex, and follow them out of the ring! It's PANDEMONIUM outside the ring! But inside the ring, it's The Midnight Cowboys who are running the show. Stone Zellor and Papa Z are taking turns pimp-slapping Stylin' Kyle in the corner; Clint Zellor hits the Twirl-E-Go-Round on The Beast, who lays on the mat twitching. Then, Clint walks over to Stylin' Kyle, getting him in a spinebuster...STATEN SPECIAL! The Midnight Cowboys have laid the New & Improved D-X out in the middle of the ring, and they climb out of the ring, through the mayhem on the outside, and Papa Z grabs the Hegstrand Cup and tosses it to the ground! Clint & Stone grab the Tag Team Belts and all three men climb back into the ring, holding D-X's gold above their heads...and then SLAM them on the heads of the broken champions! The Midnight Cowboys stand in the ring, while Papa Z applauds... and we cut to a commercial.

BILL HEWSON: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Our next match is the main event, and what a main event it is. It will be Four-Corner Survival as the NAPW Champion Evan Cartwright set to square off against the #1 contender to his title, the man who in one week will challenge for the belt at Cold Snap, Ravager. They are joined by a former two-time NAPW Champion in "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees and the 2007 Canada Cup winner, I must be talking about "Sick" Billy Kryenik. The title is not on the line, but the winner of this match will absolutely be in a tremendous position going into Cold Snap and on. Let's go to Frank Warburton!

A little Buckethead and Friends? That's one man. The crowd? Oh yeah. They're feelin' it.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is the FOUR-CORNER SURVIVAL MAIN EVENT! The NAPW Title will not be on the line! Introducing first, from Windsor Ontario, he is the 2007 Canada Cup winner... THE DOOMRIDER! BILLLLLLLY KRYENNNNNNNNIK!

BILL HEWSON: And this man, is there any man in NAPW with the momentum of Billy Kryenik? Since his return last November he has been absolutely on fire. He can take any title shot he wants with that Canada Cup victory... after this match perhaps he will claim an NAPW title shot.

JACK JONES: Are you kidding? After Kryenik realizes how outmatched he is at a main event level tonight, he's going to invent a new title to challenge for, the "5 and under" belt.

BILL HEWSON: Five?

JACK JONES: Years.

The cheers turn to boos. Why? Duh. "The Lemondrop Kid." "Fighting 59" brings the hated newfie to the ring with Ol'Salty. Rees revels in the boos, waving the NFLD flag. Ol'Salty chatters to the camera on the way to the ring untelligibly.

FRANK WARBURTON: Next, from Bell Island Newfoundland... accompanied by Ol'Salty, he is the EAST-COAST SENSATION, THE LEMONDROP KID LLLLLLOYD REEEEEES!

JACK JONES: Now here is the TRUE story in this match! Imagine what a win here will do for Lloyd Rees --- nobody would be able to keep him from a title rematch then, Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: He's been the champion twice and lost his rematches, but a win here would shoot Lloyd Rees right back into title contention. You know for that reason, he has the most to gain here. Ravager is not going to lose his title shot next week... Kryenik has a shot waiting for him... but The Lemondrop Kid needs to make a case for another shot. A win here would do that for him.

The music cuts out. Four cellos. THE RAPTURE --- I mean, Apocalyptica. The crowd goes crazy for the entrance of the intense, focused Ravager.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Brooklyn New York... he is the SHOOTER... RAAAAAAAVAGER!

JACK JONES: Now explain to me why Ravager has had more title shots than any three wrestlers put together and Chris Casino has never received ONE title rematch in an entire year! Explain that to me!

BILL HEWSON: Well Jones, I will agree with you that Casino never did get a title rematch, but he also QUIT NAPW! Then? He rejoined and was FIRED! Ravager has been along with The New & Improved D-X one of the cornerstones of New Alberta Pro since we debuted in October 2005. He has wrestled more matches than any other man on the roster, period, and ever since he defeated The Plague this man has been more focused than we have ever seen him. 2007 could be his year.

Ravager hits the ring. The referee is having his hands full with the volatile elements in the ring, can he keep it together for one more man? THE man, as it were? "HOLD ON! I'M COMING!"

Sam & Dave welcome one "PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT. He walks out with his arrogance, chewing gum and holding a white towel. The crowd however is mixed. For all the man's arrogance, many respect his sense of honor. He takes his time getting to the ring, certainly an attempt to throw off his opponents...

FRANK WARBURTON: And now, he is the NAPW CHAMPION! From Cairo Illinois, he is PERFECTION... EVANNNNN CARRRRRRTWRIGHT!

JACK JONES: Now there's a champion NAPW can be proud of. It sickens me to think Ravager once held that title belt.

BILL HEWSON: I'm sure it does. Evan Cartwright seems the paragon of preparation right here, but the reality is that nobody has seen him for DAYS. Earlier this week NAPW.ca posted footage of Cartwright actually throwing the title belt into the Thompson River here in Kamloops, for goodness sake. You've got to wonder, is the pressure of being the champion getting to Cartwright?

JACK JONES: All mental warfare, Hewson. He's got his opponents right where he wants them.

Four men in the ring. Tags are of course legal, but any man can come in if somebody gets tossed out or knocked down in this Four-Corner Survival. Ravager wants to start the match off, and it looks like he's going to be opposed by the only man in the ring who has not been the NAPW Champion --- Billy Kryenik. The Canada Cup winner and The Shooter tie up, Ravager gaining control with an arm bar. Billy reverses it, sending Ravager to his back. Ravager kips up and again reverses, grabbing Billy's hair to put him on the canvas. Ravager gets the arm behind Kryenik, controlling him on the mat. Billy looks for a way to get out, Ravager controlling him solidly though. Billy manages to get his body out from under Ravager and starts getting to his feet. Elbow one, two, three, Billy is free. He runs the ropes --- slapped on the back by The Lemondrop Kid. Billy registers "hey, what the?" as Lloyd gets in the ring trash-talking him. "Don' ya unnerstand th' rules by'? Get da (BLEEP) outta da ring!" Billy grudgingly steps out his corner as Lloyd Rees gets in. Apparently he wants to take down the Shooter. Another tie-up, Ravager getting a reverse hammerlock behind Rees. Rees counters, pointing to his head with his free hand. He's smarter than Ravager apparently --- whoa wait, Ravager reaches up and snapmares Rees down. He cinches on a reverse chinlock, switching it up to a surfboard with his knee right in Rees' back. Lloyd reaches out, gets nowhere, and tries to stand up. Turn around... Rees gets free, shoves Ravager into the ropes, big left hand, Ravager blocks... and delivers a stiff headbutt right to Lloyd's forehead. Rees staggers, blinking, and Ravager delivers another one. Sick konk as bone meets flesh-covered bone and Rees staggers back into the ropes. Ravager chops him in the chest before whipping Rees into the ropes. Rees tries to step through with a lariat, but it's ducked and Ravager is quick to take Rees' legs out from under him, and before you or The Lemondrop Kid know it Ravager has THE GAROTTE locked in! Rees is quick to make the ropes, but he gets up swearing loudly. Rees kicks the bottom rope and complains to the referee, who shrugs. On the apron Kryenik is grinning, but Evan Cartwright is laughing at the schooling his old rival Lloyd is receiving. Rees, not happy at all, slaps Cartwright on the shoulder hard. The NAPW Champion immediately stops laughing... momentary staredown before Cartwright gets in the ring.

This is the Cold Snap main event, in one week Ravager/Cartwright III goes down with the title on the line. Evan and Ravager circle, they know each other very well. Another lock-up, Ravager going to the headlock this time. Evan however is quick to reverse that into a back suplex, finally putting Ravager onto the canvas. Evan quickly grabs the legs, looking for the Boston Crab... Ravager won't be turned, he grabs Evan's leg and pulls the man down, Ravager rolls himself and Evan over and suddenly is looking for the STF, Cartwright refuses to let it on however, he rolls over again and actually gets a one count since Ravager's shoulders are down. They break, each man rising to his feet and locking eyes intently as the crowd applauds the exchange. Cartwright nods slowly, chewing his gum as Ravager adjusts his wrist tape. Again into the lock-up, this time Cartwright gets the headlock. Ravager tries the back suplex counter, Evan throws his weight forward to stop that. Ravager looking for some leeway, that's one hell of a headlock the champ's got locked on. Instead Ravager pushes to the ropes, hitting a chop upon release and whipping Evan across the ring. Reversed, Cartwright drops to the canvas as Ravager runs over him, rebound, this time Evan rebounds, Ravager's speed increases as Cartwright catches him with a Japanese arm drag. Ravager immediately up to his feet and again Cartwright gets a Ricky Steamboat like arm-drag, then he charges and presses Ravager into the corner. Hard shots, irish whip sends Ravager hard into the opposing turnbuckle. However that's Kryenik's corner and he quickly tags in off of Ravager. Evan charges, stopping short when he sees the tag, but that's all Billy needs to fire off one of his big right hooks that floors Cartwright. The champion gets up to one knee, rubbing his jaw, almost stunned. The crowd wants to see this, they are behind The Doomrider tonight! Cartwright gazes at his former tag champion partner as Billy tells him to bring it on. Evan up, a little trash-talk? The former Bi-Polar Express having some words here Lloyd Rees in with a cheap shot! Rees just blasted Kryenik from behind. Evan throws an insult Rees way, but still takes advantage of Kryenik with a snap suplex. Cover gets two. Evan still controlling goes for the Fujiwara Armbar, Billy gets to the ropes in a hurry. Clean break, but Evan immediately drives the point of his elbow into Billy's skull and gets an irish whip. Billy holds onto the ropes, Evan charges, Billy backdrops the champ out of the ring. No breather for Kryenik however because Lloyd Rees, ever the opportunist, immediately enters the ring and hammers Kryenik. He suplexes the man and then goes to the ring apron, The East Coast Sensation going aerial with the Fresh Water Flip! He gets two out of that, Kryenik is hardly done yet. Rees, front facelock, begins pounding his forearm into Kryenik's shoulders and back. Kryenik with FIRE shoves him into the corner, ramming his shoulder into Lloyd's gut. Kryenik with repeated shoulder thrusts taking the wind out of Rees, he gets some distance --- yells out to the crowd and CHAAAAARGE BOOM. Kryenik going for the Hot Salvation combo, but Rees sidesteps out of the way! Kryenik sternum first with tons of momentum into the turnbuckle and then Rees dumps him on his head with a release German Suplex. He gets a cover for one, two, Evan Cartwright makes the save. Billy may have kicked out but Cartwright wasn't going to take the risk, the champion wants the momentum going into Cold Snap.

Kryenik rolls out of the ring as Evan goes to work on Lloyd Rees. The crowd certainly favors Evan Cartwright over The Lemondrop Kid as the two enemies renew their rivalry. Evan chops the hell out of Rees, driving him into the ropes. Rees wearing a mask of pain and holding his chest as Evan wants THE PERFECT UPPERCUT--- Rees suddenly is down and out of the ring, conferring with Ol'Salty on the floor. Cartwright smirks and turns around --- into Ravager, who open-hand chops him on the chest. Cartwright winces, then fires a chop into Ravager! Oh SNAP, but Ravager with the loudest effing chop in Kamloops history CHOP. Evan with a CHOP. Ravager with a CHOP. EVAN --- CHOP. RAVAGER --- CHOP. EVAN! CHOP! RAVAGER! CHOP! EVAN CHOP! RAVAGER CHOP --- CHOP --- CHOP --- CHOOOOOOOOP! GOOD GOD, THE SOUND! THE FURY! Ravager shoves Evan into the ropes and begins UNLEASHING CHOP after CHOP after CHOP after CHOP after CHOP after CHOP after REES FROM BEHIND. Lloyd Rees has Ravager DDT FROM THE GREEN! He covers Ravager, one, two, Evan Cartwright boots him in the head. The champion is clearly in intense pain, his chest has been bloodied by the intense chops from Ravager. Rees thumbs the eye, irish whip is reversed ROARING ELBOW! Rees goes down, Evan gets a cover, Rees kicks out. Evan picks up his man, this time it could be over, PERFECTPLEX! THAT'S IT! ONE! TWO! TH--- Billy Kryenik breaks up the pin! Lloyd rolls to the apron, Ravager has taken his corner again, but Billy Kryenik has the NAPW Champion! Evan fires a right hand, blocked by Kryenik and it's one of his patented Right Hooks to the perfect chops of the champ! Kryenik is SHAKING with intensity, he's ready to unload --- and he does! Cartwright sent into the ropes, Kryenik NAILS him with the Kiss of Babylon superkick! Cartwright somehow gets right back up, Kryenik ducks behind and lifts Cartwright up on his shoulders. Evan looking around, he knows this is a bad place to be, tries to punch Kryenik in the head, but Kryenik sends him face-first into the canvas with the Electric Chair Drop. Cartwright bounces a foot off the canvas and Kryenik makes a cover ONE, TWO, the champion kicks out. Kryenik pulls Cartwright up and sends him into a neutral turnbuckle, Hot Salvation this time --- But first, Kryenik nails Lloyd! He nails Ravager! And then finally with a head of steam he CHARGES Evan with the corner lariat, then hits a SICK knee to Evan's head. Kryenik says that it's OVER, he pulls a dazed Evan up and hooks the arms. DRY LAKE~! DRY LAAAAKELARIATOOOOOOO! Ravager just DESTROYS Kryenik, preventing The Dry Lake. Then he locks up Cartwright LAST RESORT, Cartwright blocking, he gets behind, Wheelbarrow Suplex... He gets it and rolls through into the Boston Crab! THE CARTWHEEL BABY! Ravager could tap out, he's going for the ropes --- would he have made it? We will never know, because Lloyd Rees is into the ring... CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK ON CARTWRIGHT? CARTWHEEL STILL ON! CHINLOCK ON! Rees turns things around with a big shot to the chest of Cartwright, who releases the hold on Ravager. Rees however, he wants something different. He perches the champion on the top turnbuckle, looking for the Wabana Buster. That would end the match no problem, Cartwright fighting, he's felt this before and it don't feel good! RAVAGER BEHIND LLOYD! LAST RESORT! KRYENIK BOOTS RAVAGER! THE DRY LAKE! KRYENIK TOO CLOSE TO EVAN! DIAMONNNNND DUUUUUST!

But Cartwright himself has been the target for the entire match, he does not have the energy to capitalize immediately! Ravager and Lloyd Rees are down, Kryenik is down, Evan finally throws an arm over Kryenik. ONE. TWO. TH---kick out! Cartwright groans, he would have loved to end this. The reality is, the title may not be on the line but a pinfall on the Champion would be HUGE for any of the three challengers... Evan Cartwright has to go into Cold Snap with the momentum. He pulls himself to his feet, Ravager is not stirring at all. Evan knees Rees in the side of the head, sending The Lemondrop Kid to the outside. Kryenik is the closest man to his feet and Evan Cartwright... what's this? He's poised and ready, Kryenik gets up and swings at Evan, who uncoils like a spring with THE PERFECT UPPERCUT! TOASTYYYYYY! Kryenik goes down and rolls to the outside, but it's not Kryenik Cartwright wants. He grabs Ravager and LOCKS ON THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR! He's going to tap Ravager out! The Whitecollar Assassin is shocked into consciousness by the pain, he's in the center of the ring... Ravager inching towards the ropes! He could make it... Cartwright wrenching back with everything he's worth, the Champion is DESPERATE to prove to himself and the world that he is the worthy champion! Ravager though... he's crawling... he makes the ropes! OL' SALTY ON THE RING APRON DISTRACTING THE REFEREE! Wait just a damn minute! LLOYD REES BLASTS EVAN IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR! Rees grabs Ravager by the arms and yanks him out of the ring, then hits the ring apron and hits yet another Fresh Water Flip onto Evan Cartwright. He makes the cover, Ravager tries to get into the ring for the save but the referee counts one, two, THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match, THE LEMONDROP KID LLLLLLLLOYD REEEEEEES!

BILL HEWSON: I don't believe it --- the ref never saw it, but Lloyd Rees used the steel chair! And... he just pinned the NAPW Champion! Jones --- Jack Attack, are you alright?

JACK JONES: I'm... I'm paralyzed with indecision. WHO DO I CHEER FOR? LLOYD --- EVAN --- BUT ---

BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees has pinned the NAPW Champion, and WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE! THE UNTOUCHABLES JUST HIT THE RING! And they're --- they're attacking EVAN CARTWRIGHT AND LLOYD REES! What?

Indeed they are, Casino going right for Lloyd Rees with Krenshov as Castle locks the Truth Serum on the NAPW Champion! Krenshov holds Lloyd up as Casino slaps the taste out of his mouth. Ravager is on the outside looking on. He's not a fan of any of the men in the ring... BUT Evan Cartwright has shown him respect. Ravager gets into the ring and goes straight for Kurt Castle --- who immediately releases Evan? Castle backs off as Krenshov throws The Lemondrop Kid to the ground. Casino salutes Ravager, and what's this? He just tossed him an Untouchables t-shirt?

BILL HEWSON: What? No, Ravager can't be...!

Whatever the case is, suddenly Billy Kryenik is ALL OVER THE UNTOUCHABLES! He's got no damn compunctions about taking the piss out of the men he will wrestle at Cold Snap! But it's three-on-one NO IT'S NOT! BRIAN BRUNO AND TOMMY DEATHROW! The odds are evened up as The Doomriders and Bruno take The Untouchables to the outside of the ring! What a brawl we've got here. Meanwhile in the ring, Ravager tosses the Untouchables shirt to the canvas in disgust and goes to help Cartwright up. Wait a minute, the champion reacts on instinct and punches Ravager! Well that's that, Ravager fires back on Cartwright with a chop! They're going at it... Lloyd Rees is up! He's into it! It's a three-way brawl in the ring between the NAPW Champion, Ravager and The Lemondrop Kid! Here comes Simply Beautiful? DAVID BANKS! PATRICK BICKLE! OH NELLIE, ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE HERE IN KAMLOOPS!

BILL HEWSON: It's pandemonim in the ring here! Folks, we are out of time --- we will see you next Wednesday on Pay-Per-View for COLD SNAP! GOOD NIGHT!