ROAD FOR THE GOLD02/27/2007
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and ninety-six pounds, representing The Untouchables...Kenny "The Colossal" Krenshov and Jay O'Brien! "Attack" by 30 Seconds to Mars begins booming through the speakers and Kenny Krenshov and Jay O'Brien step out from behind the curtain and the fans go berserk. They begin booing the duo who simply laugh it off and continue their way to the ring. Once they step in, Krenshov decides he'll start the match and O'Brien goes to the corner. FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and sixty-five pounds. They are Frankie and Mikey the Famous Monsters Of Hollyweird! "Monster Hospital" by Metric begins playing and out comes Mikey and Frankie. The crowd pops. They quickly make their way down to the ring and Mikey is starting this one off! The bell sounds and it's on! Kenny Krenshov and Mikey begin to slowly circle each other before tieing up. Mikey being the smaller of the two is easily pushed back into the ropes by Krenshov. Krenshov backs up and CHOP! Mikey has none of it! He pushes Krenshov and delivers a chop of his own before applying a headlock and slamming Krenshov hard into the mat. Still applying the headlock Mikey attempts to squeeze the life out of Krenshov but his attempts are in vain. Krenshov easily gets his foot on the rope and Mikey lets go. The two quickly make it back to the feet and Mikey goes to tie-up...Hard right by Krenshov! Mikey stumbles into his corner and in comes Frankie! "Clearing Away The Villagers!" Down goes Krenshov, but here comes O'Brien! Clothesline by Frankie! Big Boot out of nowhere by Krenshov! Frankie's momentum ceases and Krenshov lifts the hurt man back to his feet. An Irish whip follows and BAM! Clothesline by Krenshov nearly kills Frankie. Krenshov places his boot across Frankie's face and heres the cover. One! Tw- Frankie grabs hold of Krenshov's foot! Krenshov tries to shake him off but Frankie's made it to his feet and...Stiff elbow to the knee of Krenshov! Frankie grabs hold of Krenshov and drags him to his corner. Tag! In comes Mikey and Double DDT on Krenshov! Frankie goes back to his corner and Mikey lays into Krenshov with a few stops before bringing Krenshov up to his feet. He's going for the Haddonfield Express! BILL HEWSON: What incredible strength here! This could end it now! JACK JONES: Haddonfield Express, my sweet white arse --- But wait! Jay O'Brien! SUPERKICK! Nearly beheads Mikey! Jay O'Brien has been the legal man all along! Krenshov retreats to his corner and O'Brien lays into him with forearms and elbows and fists! Morgan Smythe then jumps in the middle forcing O'Brien to stop his attack. Mikey uses the ropes to get to his feet and Chop Block by O'Brien! Mikey goes down to one knee and POW! STIFF Kick to the face of Mikey! Blind Tag by Frankie! O'Brien didn't catch it. O'Brien makes his way over to Mikey but get sucker punched by Frankie. O'Brien falls to the floor holding his face and "Brains..." The Power Chinlock is locked in and O'Brien isn't going anywhere. He begins to struggle, giving it his all to reach the ropes that lie only a few feet from his fingertips. His attempts are futile as Frankie simply applies more pressure with each passing second...Untill Krenshov steps in that is. Running Forearm smash knocks Frankie to the mat. Krenshov then grabs hold and lifts him to his feet and...Fallaway Slam! He then goes back to his corner. O'Brien comes back to his senses right when Frankie manages to stir up a bit. O'Brien scrambles and covers. One! Two! Thr-Rope break! O'Brien can't believe it and simply punches Frankie square in the jaw before bringing him to his feet. "It's over!" O'Brien yells then knees Frankie in the gut. STO! O'Brien lifts Frankie again...STO! And once more, STO! The crowd begins booing and Jay begins to laugh. He lifts Frankie up again but he goes limp. O'Brien gets frustrated with picking him up and simply tags Krenshov in. BILL HEWSON: Well that's a lot of dead-weight to pick up. No pun intended. And in comes the big man, Krenshov! Krenshov laughs and grabs hold of Frankie...Who was playing possum? Thumb to the eye! The crowd pops and Frankie makes a desperation tag. The fresh Mikey rushes in and Shoulder Blocks Krenshov. Mikey then grabs hold of Krenshov and lifts him to his feet. Making sure to give him a stiff shot to the knee. Mikey then whips Krenshov into his corner and Frankie quickly grabs hold of Krenshov. O'Brien tries to get into the ring and Morgan Smythe is there to stop him. Mikey begins to blast away at Krenshov. Hard lefts and rights the the crowd is just eating it up. Morgan Smythe finally turns around to see the act but just when she's about to call it off Krenshov EXPLODES! Krenshov nails Mikey with a hard right but Frankie steals a tag! Krenshov then turns one-eighty and grabs hold of Frankie's head. In he goes! Krenshov literally throws Frankie into the ring. Frankie quickly gets to his feet and tries to go on the offensive. He swings but Krenshov dodges it and smiles. Kick to the midsection! Frankie kneels over. HUGE POWERBOMB! Krenshov might of killed Frankie! The match could be over but Krenshov isn't going for a pin. Instead he lifts Mikey up to his feet and Military presses him out of the ring. He then makes his way to O'Brien who's just itching to do some damage. Tag! O'Brien goes to the top. MOONSAULT! THIS IS IT! One! Two! Three! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... THE UNTOUCHABLLLLLLES! JACK JONES: Did you see it? DID YOU SEE IT? Krenshov just powerbombed almost three-hundred pounds! HOW YOU LIKE HIM NOW! BILL HEWSON: The Untouchables successful in tag team competition here tonight... but they promised a special surprise tonight. I don't think this is the last we've heard from Krenshov & O'Brien this evening... Krenshov and O'Brien head up the aisle, O'Brien mugging for the fans and drawing more boos. Krenshov, the monster, has a pleased look on his face.
JACK JONES: But, but... How do you live? BILL HEWSON: Quite happily... JACK JONES: I know you're using familiar words, but all I hear is CRAZY!! "Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor!" IT'S TIME FOR THE NEW ECW!! I mean Legion! Actually, this is better. Legion makes his way to the ring, ready for the definitive match with his long time rival. FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Currently making his way to the ring, from Death Valley, California. He weighs in at two-hundred and ninety-five pounds! This is LEGION! A bit of venom from the fans, as Legion after what he's done to Kevin Kodiak. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent... "Frankenstein" starts to play. ... But then it slowly fades it. Then a very familiar guitar chord, as The Who's "Won't Be Fooled Again" takes over the airwaves. FRANK WARBURTON: Making his way to the ring area, from Salmon River, British Columbia, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-two pounds... KEVINNNN KODIAAAAK! Huge pop.. that only gets bigger! "MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN!" BILL HEWSON: And wait a minute, here comes Rex Caliber! What's he got to say? Caliber lets the crowd die down a bit and then holds a mic up to his face. Legion and Kodiak clearly want to tear into each other but both look up the aisle. REX CALIBER: Calgary, Alberta (Cheap pop)! How many of you want to see these two bastards tear into each other? BILL HEWSON: What a reaction! This crowd wants to see this match, that's for damn sure! REX CALIBER: Well hell, so do I! Legion! Kodiak! I know you two want to beat the living hell out of each other, but that's not enough. A match this big needs something special... it needs a stipulation. You like sticking people in the Legionnaire Lock, like you did last week to Kodiak after his match... so Legion, we're going to make a match. THIS IS A SUBMISSION MATCH... BEAR-TAMER vs LEGIONNAIRE LOCK! One of those two moves ends this match! Now RING THAT BELL! Caliber heads out as the referee does exactly that! DING DING DING! BILL HEWSON: What a decision from Rex Caliber! JACK JONES: Is that really fair? Kevin Kodiak probably spent all day preparing for a pinfall loss. Now he's got to accept a submission loss. That's hardly fair! BILL HEWSON: You're a douche. Commentate the match. Kodiak and Legion don't waste any time, as they collide centre ring and start to lay into each other with punches. The fans groan with each shot, as the two men are holding nothing back, and each shot makes a sickening impact. Kodiak goes for a haymaker, but Legion ducks, lifts up Kodiak and drops him with a back suplex! He drops an elbow on Kodiak, then rolls the man over and applies a surfboard hold, trying to end things early! Kodiak gets his foot on the bottom rope, and referee John Sharplin calls for the break. Legion lets go, then tries to drag Kodiak to his feet. Kodiak surprises Legion with a Double Axe Hand chop, then hits a vertical suplex! And now Kodiak goes for a submission, as he applies a dragon sleeper, but Legion manages to skip away before the hold can be locked in. Both men glare at each other, but the fans are appreciative of the action they've seen. Kodiak pounces, going for a clothesline, but Legion reverses, applying a Crippler Crossface! He tries to pull back on the hold, but he hasn't done enough damage yet, and Kodiak manages to fight his way out of the hold. Legion tries for another hold, but Kodiak grabs Legion's legs, drags him to the mat, then applies a Boston Crab! Legion yells in pain as Sharplin checks for the submission! Kodiak appears to have the hold locked in tight, but Legion manages to power out of the hold, using some tremendous leg strength. JACK JONES: These men know each other so well! And they hate each other so much! Neither man wants to be on the losing end of this one! BILL HEWSON: Does anybody like to lose? JACK JONES: You know what I mean. Jackass... Kodiak tackles Legion, and delivers a belly to belly suplex. ... But Legion rolls through, and slaps on a headlock. And now Legion slows things down. He has the hold locked in the centre of the ring, and is using all his weight to keep Kodiak on the mat, and unable to move. The fans start to clap, cheering Kodiak on. Kodiak pushes himself to his knees. Legion punches Kodiak in the head. Kodiak gets a shot into Legion's gut. Legion releases the headlock, but then plants a knee to Kodiak's temple! Kodiak falls to his knees, and Legion hits the Legionnaire Lock! Kodiak is now yelling in pain as Legion gets his signature hold! JACK JONES: It's over! BILL HEWSON: Legion saw an opening and he took it! And Kodiak may have no choice but to tap! Kodiak seems to be fading, and Legion strains to apply more pressure. Sharplin repeatedly asks Kodiak if he wants to give up. Kodiak keeps saying no. After what seems like forever, Kodiak starts to lean forward. Legion loosens the hold a bit, thinking Kodiak is about to pass out, but Kevin isn't done yet, as he nails Legion with a Samoan drop! Both men lay on the mat! Kodiak is hurt! Legion is stunned! And Sharplin is counting them both out! Finally they get to their feet! Legion goes for a charging clothesline! Kodiak ducks, hitting a drop toe hold! And now he's going for the Bear Trap! Legion grabs a hold of Kodiak, and rolls him up! But there are no pins here! Kodiak rolls through, and tries for the Bear Trap again, but gets a kick to the face from Legion! And now Legion goes for a sleeper! But Kodiak just tips over and dumps Legion to the mat! Kodiak with a huge elbow drop! And now he has his opening! BILL HEWSON: BEAR TRAP APPLIED! The fans are on their feet as Kodiak gets the hold in! Legion is in a huge amount of pain, but refuses to quit! Using all his will, Legion manages to flip over, reversing the pressure! And now Sharplin is asking Kodiak if he submits! Kodiak can just reach out and grab the ropes... but instead he reverses back, and now all the pressure is back on Legion! JACK JONES: He's too far from the ropes! Break the hold Legion! Break it! Legion is trying to pull himself to the ropes, but he's got to drag the weight of Kodiak with him! Legion is strong... but he's not strong enough. And the hand taps the canvas. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, by submission: KEVIN KODIAK! The fans pop huge as Kodiak gets the win that may finally put this monster feud to rest. Legion has a look of disgust on his face, as he realizes the only reason the match ended ... is because he asked for it to end. BILL HEWSON: What a match! Legion gave his all, but Kodiak managed to give just a bit more. Both men can hold their heads high after this one! Kodiak salutes the fans as we go to commercial.
"Fallen Leaves". Nice sized pop for the challenger, Johnny Rotten, who makes his way down to the ring with his husky, smarmy manager Jeff Fox. This is the biggest match in his short NAPW career, make no mistake. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challenger. From Wasaga Beach, Ontario, and weighing in at a two hundred five pounds, he is JOHHNNNYYYY ROOOTTEEEEENNNN! Cheers become boos. "Fallen Leaves" becomes "Untouchables." And out steps the NAPW Provincial Champion, with the belt strapped around his waist underneath that long robe. The hood hangs over his eyes, casting an ominous shadow over his mouth. To his right is Raul Havok, to the left; Jay O'Brien. BILL HEWSON: I don't like that one bit! Why's he here? JACK JONES: Moral support, Hewson. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, he is the reigning NAPW Provincial Champion. Weighing in at two hundred ninety-eight pounds, and hailing from Rochester, New York. "THE DEVASTATOR", KUUUUURRRRRT CAAAAASSSSTLEEEEE! Rotten and Castle start off this Provincial Championship match circling each other in the centet of the ring - Castle leans over and slaps the taste out of his mouth! Rotten reels back from the impact of Castle's heavy hand. And then he fires back a slap of his own! Toe kick to the gut! And here's a couple of stiff forearm shots to follow, and Rotten bounces off the ropes for a flying crossbody that gets countered right into a front backbreaker. Castle cockily lets him fall to the mat, and pats himself on the back. Rotten grabs his back, and that gives the Provincial Champ an idea. Knee drop to the spine! The crowd boos. Another knee drop, driving all near three hundred pounds on Rotten. Havok and O'Brien clap at ringside - right before O'Brien tells a front row fan where he can stick his "Hulk Rules" sign. Castle scoops him up and goes for the irish whip, but it's countered and Castle bounds off the ropes, slapping away a dropkick attempt. Rotten back sommersaults his way to his feet and ducks a lariat attempt, slipping under that massive arm - and locks in a sleeper, jumping up on the big man's back! That's a way to chop a tree down. Jeff Fox shouts encouragement (or is he yelling for the peanuts guy?) on the outside, as Rotten tries to drag Castle down. Castle walks over to the ropes and grabs them; Rotten won't let go! Castle reaches back behind his head, grabs some hair, and flings him over the top. A sick thud as his lower back slams into the apron, that's not gonna go any good for that back that Castle's already begun working on. Castle moves to follow him outside, prompting referee Morgan Smythe to step in his way and order him to his corner. And that gives Jay O'Brien all the time he needs to come over and hit a sick knee lift to the back of Johnny Rotten, this is just not fair dammit! Jeff Fox jumps onto the apron to complain, but that's only going to prolong the group beat down! Smthe turns her direction towards Fox, giving O'Brien ample time to pick O'Brien up and slam him on the cold, hard concrete! Rotten cries out in pain, grabbing for his back as Havok and Jay O'Brien just put the boots to him. Finally, O'Brien slides him in the ring, and by now Fox has used every single one of the seven words you can't say on TV in multiple varities in the direction of Smythe. Castle picks up his fallen prey and drops him to a knee violently with a right hand to the forehead. That'll jar your brains. Castle lifts him by his armpits and tosses him into the corner, the unforgiving turnbuckle doing even more damage. Castle walks over to the other side, he's calling for an avalanche, one that might just put Johnny Rotten on the shelf if it connects. Here comes Castle! Rotten does his best Jackie Chan! Sunset flip! ONEE!...TWO.....NO SIR! Rotten almost just outsmarted his way to the Provincial Championship! Havok looks like he just gave birth after that one, but the Title still belongs to the Untouchables. Rotten is on his feet, and the crowd is starting to get behind him now. He limps as he moves, but he's firing punch after punch into the gut of the Champion. Castle doubles over, and Rotten hits a desperation Cutter to bring him down, and the crowd comes to life! Both men lie on the mat, dazed. Smythe initiates a count but she's giving them time to get up and continue the fight; this is a title match dammit! Castle rolls over and props himself up first, but what's this? Rotten stomps on his foot, and then kicks his knee out from under him! Castle howls in pain, like the proverbial lion with the thorn in his paw! Rotten nips up and hits a legal chop block, taking Castle down! And here he straps in a kneebar! Would you look at that, Rotten is trying to pull out all the stops to win this Provincial title! Smythe gets right down in Castle's face and asks him, but he ain't givin' up, are you nuts? This guy eats THUMBTACKS with his Raisin Bran! He reaches forward...and Rotten's grasp of the submission arts isn't quite on the level of a Benoit or a(ny) Hart....and Castle reaches out and grabs the ropes. And he looks mad. He pulls himself up and delivers a sick boot to a seated Rotten's face, almost tearing it off! He hooks a hand under his tights and yanks him to his feet, punching him stiff in the back with the other hand while keeping the first hand hooked. BAM! BAM! BAM! And a clubbing forearm for the quartet! It's only a matter of time before the Truth Serum is locked in, Rotten's back is torn to shreds. The crowd's stomping their feet, trying to will a comeback from Rotten, but it doesn't look good for the young high flyer. Castle picks him up again, and again hits the same sucession of four strikes to the back, crumpling Johnny to the mat. "Best champ EVER, you stupid Canadians!" Yeah, that'll get you really over with them, Kurt. The packed crowd boos him, but he stands and poses - look out, someone just threw a plastic soda cup, hitting him right in the head. Castle laughs it off though. He likes it, the sick bastard. He flexes, Rotten prone on the mat behind him - for now. Rotten springs to his feet, and before you can say Sliced Bread - jeez, he already hit it! What speed! Rotten follows immediately with a Standing Shooting Star Press! Kickout from the Champ at two and a half! Rotten forces himself up, meeting Castle's deadly charge with a spinning side kick to the stomach, ala Sabin! Castle is rocked by the impact, giving Rotten some time to fly! He leaps to the top rope! Flying crossbody! It's ducked, but Rotten amazgingly sees it in time to react and land on his feet! Toe kick from Rotten is caught by Castle, and he flips him upside down - again he lands on his feet! Lariat from Kurt Castle! That's ducked under! Rotten with a quick arm wrench, and a side kick - Castle gets his hand up and blocks the kick, and sweeps the other leg out from under Rotten. Big elbow smash! Rotten rolls away! They come to their feet and stare at each other - and it's Castle with a hard right hand! And another! He whips him into the corner, he wants to try one more Avalanche! Here comes Castle rumbling in, but Rotten leaps over it again - and lands a TORNADO DDT! He heads up top! FOUR FIFTY! FOUR FIFTY! FOUR FIFTY, GOODNESS GRACIOUS! He hooks the leg, but it's Havok on the apron that gets Smythe's attention! Not again, dammit! Rotten aborts the pin attempt, and moves over to knock Havok's dick in the dirt. But Jeff Fox beats him to it! He tackles him off the apron, and they tumble to the arena floor, the crowd going wild! Smythe is distracted by this though - she never sees JAY O'BRIEN slide in and ice Rotten with a superkick. Castle sees his chance - TOMBSTONE! Smythe turns around on the impact and counts! ONE! TWOOOOOO! Will he kick? No. THREEEEEEEEEEEE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and STILL the NAPW Provincial Champion, "THE DEVASTATOR" KUUUUURRRRRRTT CAAAASTTTLLEEE! JACK JONES: Happy day! Another win for the good guys! BILL HEWSON: Give it a rest, Jack Attack! There's no salary bonuses for kissing asses! JACK JONES: You're just jealous because the most Untouchable Provincial Champion ever is walking out of here with a victory. BILL HEWSON: He cheated! He blatantly cheated on more than one occassion! Are you dense, or just that much of a suck-up? JACK JONES: Are you implying that my broadcast journalism is...heavens...BIASED?!? And here I thought we were friends! BILL HEWSON: Oh, don't give me that cock and bull story. The Untouchables are a disgrace to New Alberta, and professional wrestling in general. They oughta be ashamed. JACK JONES: I just can't believe after all this time I've been living a lie, that's all. BILL HEWSON: Would you PLEASE? Back in the ring, Castle celebrates with his manager and stablemate, the shiny Provincial Championship still around his waist. He retained his belt, but certainly not without some help. Any way you slice it, however, Castle dominated that match, and he's having one heck of a run with the gold. Back in the ring, Jeff Fox tends to his man, who gets a standing ovation as he gets up on his own power after taking one hell of a beating to that back, he may need to head over to the doctor and have that checked out.
JACK JONES: Now why do you have to say those kind of things about Stylin' Kyle? BILL HEWSON: You have seen it just as I have Jones, Roberts turned his back on his long time partner Bruce Richards! JACK JONES: "The Beast" was holding Roberts down! BILL HEWSON: Holding him down?! The New & Improved DX were five time NAPW Tag Champions! You call that being held down?! JACK JONES: We will have to consider this conversation at another time. Take it away, Frank! "I Am The Man" by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers of the arena. FRANK WARBURTON: Heading to the ring, weighting in tonight at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds, he hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan...STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! The NAPW faithful drown out Roberts's entrance music with their boos as the former NAPW Tag Champion makes his way into the ring. Kyle poses for the fans until he is interrupted when "Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, he weights in tonight at two-hundred and eighty pounds, from Calgary, Alberta..."STORM" SAM FINN! Finn hits the ring and referee John Sharplin waste no time as he gives the signal to get this one started. DING DING DING. Finn has a look of concentration on his face and quickly locks up with Roberts. The two men fight back and fort looking for some sort of advantage, but the bigger "Storm" forces Kyle to the ropes and Sharplin calls for the break. Both men break cleanly, to everyone's surprise. But, Stylin' Kyle takes advantage and slaps the big man in the face. This really pisses of Sam, who pushes the referee out of the way and begins to assault Roberts with a FLURRY OF PUNCHES to the face of Roberts! Irish whip from "Storm" sends the former tag team Champion to the corner, Finn follows in with a huge running CLOTHESLINE! The half stunned Roberts drops down to the mat where Sam stomps a mud hole into him. Happy with the out come of the match so far, "Storm" poses for the fans a moment. He is received with a chorus of boos. BILL HEWSON: The fans don't know who to cheer for here tonight. They seem to hate one man as much as the next! JACK JONES: Well, I know who to root for...ROBERTS! Get off your ass and teach this rookie how it's done here in the NAPW! But it isn't going to be that easy for ol' Stylin' Kyle. "Storm" Sam Finn is a huge man and he shows us an example of his strength as he pulls Roberts to his feet and hoist him up to his shoulder...RUNNING POWER SLAM!! Roberts is down and Finn goes for the cover. One...Two...No!! Roberts manages to kick out after the big move. Finn tries to argue with Sharplin, but it was obvious that this one is far from over. "Storm" now has Kyle back to his feet, another series of punches make Roberts stagger like he had one to many drinks. Roberts trying to stay on his feet, down on one knee, Sam hits the corner...THUNDERBOLT! BILL HEWSON: Finn has just hit his version on a Rocket Dropper on Kyle Roberts! Are we going to see a big upset here?! JACK JONES: Wait a second Bill, where is Finn going?! "Storm" Finn rolls out if the ring and grabs a chair. He gets back into the ring but meets referee John Sharplin who is not going to have any part of a steel chair begin used in this match. An Argument onuses between wrestler and referee. Finally, Sharplin gets the chair away from Finn, who has now turned his attention back to Roberts. But, the time Sam wasted arguing with the ref was all Stylin' Kyle need to get his wits about him. As Sharplin drops the chair out the ring, Roberts catches the unsuspecting "Storm" with a low blow. This staggers the big man, like it would any man, and Kyle shakes the rest of the cob webs out. Clothes line attempt from Finn is ducked by Roberts...INVERTED DDT DROPS "STORM"!! The Cover...ONE! TWO!! NO!!! Sam kicks out at the last second. This doesn't seem to bother Roberts as he gets back to his feet, bringing Finn with him...STANDING DROP KICK!! Another cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! NO! Another kick out by "Storm"! This time Roberts seems a little ticked off. Now Roberts is arguing about the count but Sharplin just throws Kyle the universal sign for a two count. BILL HEWSON: Kyle better keep a cool head and concentrate on his opponent... JACK JONES: Don't you worry your little head about Stylin' Kyle!! Roberts, pissed, is back to his feet and turns all his attention to Finn. Irish whip sends "Storm" to the opposite side of the ring and Kyle catches him with arm drag, followed up with THE POLAR-IZER!! Roberts showboats for the fans a little and then locks on the BEAR-TAMER! Finn is reeling in pain and fighting toward the ropes. He's just inches away from the bottom rope... BILL HEWSON: He's going to make it to the ropes and force Roberts to break the hold! JACK JONES: Not this time, Hewson! Just as "Storm" makes a final stitch effort to reach the ropes, Kyle smirks and pulls the big man into the center of the ring, really bearing down on the hold. Finn has no choice but to tap. FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner by submission... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! BILL HEWSON: This man makes me sick. JACK JONES: Yeah, you never did like winners. Because you never WERE one! Roberts however, is not leaving the ring. He gets the microphone. KYLE ROBERTS: Well, there you go! It just goes to show you that I can fight bears, full nelson horses, and manage to make ginormous yeti mewlings tap to the Bear Tamer! Sam Finn was just the first in a long line of bitches who are unworthy to step in the same ring as me! Have fun on Action, Finn, because that's where you'll be spending the rest of your insignificant career! The crowd boos as Kyle continues. KYLE ROBERTS: You see, this is my life! This is my career! Being absolutely dominant in this ring! I'm putting every single NAPW wrestler on notice that I will not just sit idly by and see unworthy jackasses get title shots! This is the year of Stylin' Kyle Roberts! The crowd picks up the chant "Why, Kyle, Why?" KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, you want me to tell you exactly why I had my change of heart? When I realized that I was the man carrying the New and Improved D-X? What was the moment that made me decided to unload two hundred and eighty pounds of dead weight? Fine. I'll tell you. It's been a long time coming. Back when Bruce and I were monsters, we would do whatever it took to win. Whatever it took to keep those title belts around us. Whatever it took to annihilate the competition. But once the grubby fans decided that we were worth cheering, what happened? We'd get beat down by the Sexy (BLEEP) Drunks. We'd get beat down by Stiff Competition. We'd get broken by Mark Millar. We were hit in the face with a steel chain by ENN's Wrestler of the Year! Once the crowd started loving us, we were beat down again and again and again and again. All because Joey Winchell had a mad-on for us. But it all really started going downhill after Bruce's concussions. To his credit, he bounced back. But he wasn't quite the same. He was more cautious. He'd tell me to hold off, and let's just get our lumps. He wasn't so willing to do whatever it took anymore. Unless, of course, it meant screwing me over by kicking me in the face for an NAPW title shot. Bruce Richards. Stabbed ME in the back. And then, when I decided to take some chances to get those title belts back from the Celtic Assassins? After, mind you, the Midnight Cowboys screwed me out of the titles by interfering? That's when he decides enough is enough and he won't cotton to taking advantage of situations. Bruce Richards was weak. His concussions, his inability to think strategically, his reluctance to do what it took to be winners. KYLE ROBERTS was the reason for the D-X dynasty. KYLE ROBERTS won those NAPW title belts the fifth time. KYLE ROBERTS won the MCW tag tournament by distracting Blitz! Kyle Roberts wasn't worth of being part of the New and Improved D-X because Kyle Roberts WAS D-X! Not Bruce "The Bitch" Richards. I won the belts, I won the trophys, and I wasn't going to take Bruce's weakness anymore! So I made sure that you grubby fans wouldn't be able to see Bruce Richards for a while. The fans chant "Bruce the Beast! Bruce the Beast!" KYLE ROBERTS: That's right. Chant for your fallen hero. Because when he comes back, it'll be more than a ring bell to the head. I will hurt him. I will demoralize him. I will CRIPPLE him! And then I can get on with my life. I can start winning the matches that matter against opponents who don't matter. Just like Sam Finn didn't matter. Sam Finn doesn't matter. Bruce doesn't matter. None of the locker room matters. You fans SURE as hell don't matter! BOOOOO! KYLE ROBERTS: The only man that matters here in the NAPW is Stylin' Kyle Roberts! I am awesome! I am great! I am dominant! And, of course, I'm smarter than all of you! Kyle drops the microphone and leaves the ring, as fans throw a whole bunch of empty beer cups and popcorn bags his way. Anyone who tries to confront him just gets a discouraging work and a brush-off. Before he leaves through the curtain, Kyle stands at the grandstand, soaking up the ill will towards him.
BILL HEWSON: Really! I never would have thought HIM --- how do you know? JACK JONES: I have my methods. BILL HEWSON: ...you SLEPT with him. JACK JONES: YOU slept with him! Such witty repartee. Now, here comes some AKFORTY. The crowd gives a warm pop for the hardest working and record breaking Television Champion ever comes through the curtain. James slaps hands on the way down the aisle, he seems comfortable with the appreciation the fans are showing for his hard work. BILL HEWSON: And this young man right here, who has wrestled professionally for less than a calendar year, has the opportunity of his lifetime here tonight against Chris Casino. Remember, Jeff James is the man who upped his game to upset The Yellow Chicken for the TV Title last October. He went on to set an NAPW record for successful title defenses. Jack Jones, what a huge story it would be if Jeff James can score an upset here tonight on Casino. JACK JONES: Upset? Jeff James had lightning in a bottle, I'll give him that. But lightning will NOT strike twice here tonight. BILL HEWSON: Be that as it may --- Wait a minute here comes Casino! Casino from behind on Jeff James with the Pure Honor title belt! Wait just a damned minute, Casino jumping James in the aisle before the match has even started! Indeed he does. James on the ground holding the back of his head as Casino mugs for the crowd to a round of boos. He pulls James up, WHAT THE HELL? NO! BANKRUPT ON THE OUTSIDE! BANKRUPT ON THE OUTSIDE! Jeff James is left down as Casino gets into the ring. He immediately yells at referee Morgan Smythe to "start counting him out!" Smythe shakes her head, telling Casino that the match had not started, she won't count Smythe out. Casino then tells her to call a forfeit, because there's no way James is getting to the ring. Smythe puts her hands on her hips and tells Casino to back off, SHE's the official in charge. In the aisle a couple trainers have come out to check on Jeff James along with Prince Darko and Thomas Young. Young looking on with concern on his brother as Darko talks trash to Casino. BILL HEWSON: Can you believe Chris Casino? He's trying to get out of even defending the belt here tonight. Morgan Smythe is not calling the match as a forfeit yet, but I don't know if James is going to be able to wrestle tonight after that attack from Casino. JACK JONES: I can believe Chris Casino. He truly is Untouchable. The trainers begin helping up Jeff James --- wait, he shoves them away! Jeff James shoves his brother out of the way and staggers towards the ring. He's got red on his forehead, the Bankrupt on the concrete busted the kid wide open. Yet somehow Jeff James is heading to the ring. He rolls in --- immediately getting stomped by Chris Casino, but Morgan Smythe calls for the bell. James' showing an awful lot of guts here to get back in the ring. Casino is all over him as The Foundation head to the back. And this match, improbable as it may be, may not last very long as Casino hooks a dazed James' arms from behind, twisting him around for a second Bankrupt. But wait! James with a burst of energy, he's trying to prevent the Bankrupt --- he somehow begins to stand up with Casino still hooked! Oh my gosh... JEFF JAMES HITS THE VERTEBREAKER! THE COP KILLER! The crowd as one rise to their feet as Casino is down from that unbelievable move. Raul Havok races out to ringside, slapping the canvas to rouse his client. Both men are down in the ring, but Jeff James manages to get an arm across Casino's chest --- ONE! TWO! TH--- And Casino gets a shoulder up. It was only one move, but one HELL of a move from Jeff James. James slowly rolls back over onto his back. His eyes are open as he looks up at the ceiling. Casino has rolled towards the ropes, reaching out with a hand to pull himself up. Casino is the first to his feet, woozy. He turns towards James --- KIP UP. Jeff James kips up! Casino fires off with his patented SUPERKICK, only to have it side-stepped by James with a legsweep! Casino on the canvas then eats a standing moonsault, James quickly back to his feet with a beautiful vertical leap, crasing right down into Casino's chest with the double kneedrop, he calls that combination the Crash Landing. And with Casino down, Jeff James goes to the top rope. He's going for the SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP --- CONNECTS! UNBELIEVABLE! THIS IS IT! NEW CHAMPION! ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! Chris Casino, the reigning Pure Honor champion, always knows where he is in the ring and just saved his title. FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his first rope break! BILL HEWSON: Casino's cockiness may backfire on him! That was a guaranteed three-count for Jeff James, but Casino was close enough to the ropes to use a rope break. JACK JONES: That's where you're wrong, Hewson. Casino made SURE he was close enough to the ropes to break a three-count. That was Jeff James' best move, and you can see it on his face. He can't believe that didn't end the match for him, and he doesn't have much left. Could Jack Jones be right? Not if James has anything to say about it. Jeff James pulls Casino up... he wants the James Effect! Casino starts firing elbows to the side of the head, but Casino can't capitalize. He's still shaking off the effects of the SSLP, leaning on the ropes for a breather. He doesn't get much of one as Jeff James charges with his jumping superkick LOW BRIDGE. Casino was playing possum, he dropped to the canvas pulling the top rope down with him! Jeff James does not sail over the top rope so much as he gets caught on it and hits the concrete face-first in sickening fashion. Oh no. That was an awful fall. And James is not moving. Morgan Smythe has no choice but to begin counting James out. Casino is chucking in the ring, that son of a bitch. He goes to the corner to rest, putting his arms behind his head. Smythe is up to five and James is not moving. BILL HEWSON: An awful fall for Jeff James. Jack Attack, he's not moving... he's not moving at all this isn't good. Smythe hits the ten, halfway to twenty. James moans on the concrete and moves his head slightly. The crowd is stunned and concerned. They begin chanting "Get Up James! Get Up James! Get Up James!" Casino and Raul Havok are chatting on the apron, seemingly unconcerned. This is in the bag... wait! Maybe it's not! Smythe is up to fourteen and Jeff James is trying to push up! He's leaving streaks of crimson on the concrete, but he is pushing up! The crowd hasn't sat down! Fifteen! James is wobbling but he's up, leaning against the guard rail. His eyes are glazed over... sixteen. Casino sees James up, he baseball slides out of the ring. Casino doesn't want to give Smythe a reason to stop the count, he taunts James! Seventeen! Casino talking some no-doubt dirty trash to James, pointing to his chin. Casino clearly trying to prevent James from getting in the ring. James rears his fist back at EIGHTEEN... Wait a second! James fakes Casino out and dives into the ring! NINETEEN! CASINO CAUGHT ON THE OUTSIDE! HIS PLAN BACKFIRED! Annnnd... CASINO SLIDES INTO THE RING RIGHT BEFORE TWENTY, saving his title. Remember the Pure belt can change hands on a count-out. Jeff James with a running lariat sends Casino down, and now James heads up to the top rope. Casino gets to his feet, James FLIES with his clothesline --- Casino hits a dropkick into the gut on the way! Oh dear God, James hits the canvas hard. Casino with an ugly look on his face, roughly pulls James up. Whatever energy James had left is gone, he doesn't even respond as Casino slaps the taste out of his mouth. BRAINBUSTER connects, and then Casino goes to the top rope. He takes the time to showboat... and then delivers one hell of a flying elbow drop. Pretty as a picture, Casino ensures his position in the center of the ring, hooking the leg. The crowd begs for a miracle, but they only get a three-count. Casino retains. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner and still Pure Honor Champion! CHRIS CASINNOOOOOO! Casino rips the belt away from Morgan Smythe. He stoops over the nearly unconscious Jeff James, grabs his hand and gives him a limp-wristed handshake. Oh yeah, real sportsmanlike. Casino heads out of the ring with Havok in tow. On his way out, he passes The Foundation coming to the ring to check on James. Darko and Casino trade verbal blows... but nothing physical, as Havok hustles his man to the back. Casino pauses in front of the curtain and holds the Pure Honor belt over his head, soaking up the boos. Meanwhile The Foundation are looking over James. NAPW trainers are back out to check on Jeff James and no doubt help him to the back... Scene switches backstage. Intern Pete is standing backstage still wondering the halls in hopes of a meeting with Sebastien Martyr. Suddenly in the hall he sees his sign. An EXIT sign is malfunctioning and only the X is lit up. He stands under it and looks around. INTERN PETE: Ladies and gentleman, I am standing under what I hope is the X Mr. Martyr was referring too. The lights go dim and the turn on with Sebastien Martyr standing next to a shaking Pete. SEBASTIEN MARTYR: Here we are and you have the opportunity to get a one on one interview with the Revolutionist. INTERN PETE: What part of your past has caused you to be so cold and dark? SEBASTIEN MARTYR: All of it! INTERN PETE: Ok... So who is the first "victim"? SEBASTIEN MARTYR: The one who gets victimized for the sins of others. INTERN PETE: Why all the secrecy? SEBASTIEN MARTYR: This is about playing my game on a upstart promotion, filled with phonies and wannabes. This federation needs someone to show them the way. I spend my life trying to make things less recycled and more original. This goes against the ideals of North America, but it is something that needs to be done. INTERN PETE: So basically you are just here to hurt people? SEBASTIEN MARTYR: If people can't be changed with words than violence will change their CAREERS! Lights dim and they both disappear.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring... the team of Thomas Young and Prince Darko... THE FOUNDATION! Coming down the aisle accompanied by Leo Mack, they are Sakai! Santiago! NEXT GENERATIOONNNN! Next Generation hit the ring, Santiago somersaulting over the top rope and landing on his feet. Sakai steps into the ring. Referee tells both teams to get to their corners. Sakai bows to his opponents, even if he's not a fan, then to the referee. He's going to start things off against Prince Darko. They circle, Sakai lashing out with a stiff kick to the thigh of Darko. Ouch. Darko with a swinging punch, Sakai sweeps it away and then gets another kick to the other thigh of Darko. Darko backs off, rethinking. He tags out to Young since he's not having much luck. It's good strategy, and Young tries to lock-up. Young with the arm-bar, he gets behind Sakai, back suplex connects. Young floats-over for a one count. Irish whip, Young with a hip-toss, Sakai blocks, hip toss of his own. Young up, runs, gets hip-tossed. One more, one more hip-toss! Sakai tags into Santiago, SPRINGBOARD INTO THE RING onto Young with a bulldog! Santiago kips up, but it's PRINCE DARKO into the ring a Running DDT! Holy crap! Sakai into the ring with a SHINNNNNING WIZARD! That knocks Darko down, but watch out for Thomas Young --- RUNNING STO! Young rests on the ropes, all four men are in various processes of getting up BILL HEWSON: Both teams are showing the FIRE in this contest so far! Next Generation needs to build momentum for their tag title shot in a couple weeks, but if The Foundation win tonight they're right back in the title hunt! And this crowd is showing their RESPECT for that display. John Sharplin is going to let this one go, the action is hot and heavy. Thomas Young pulls Santiago up, he's going for the DEAD-END --- and he doesn't get it, thanks to Santiago converting into a flying head-scissors that sends Young to the outside. Santiago and Sakai now grab Prince Darko. Double dropkick! Pulled up, Sakai sends Darko HARD into the corner. Sakai drops to all fours and Santiago speeds in, leaping off of Sakai's back BANZAIII --- Darko side-steps! Santiago crashes into the turnbuckle, Sakai is quickly back to a fighting stance but he gets the boot to the gut. ZAMUNDA DRIVER. ONE! TWO! Santiago breaks the pin up. Santiago hits the ropes, gets some speed, flies up to Darko. Gets caught! Darko with a SPINEBUSTER. Spine on the Pine, but Darko turns around into EXPLODER. Darko pops up, BUZZSAW! And that sends Darko to the outside on top of Young! Sakai puts his back to the ropes? SANTIAGO AT VELOCITY! Sakai boosts Santiago up high, the high-flier TO THE FOUNDATION ON THE OUTSIDE! MOVIMIENTO ESPECTACULAR! Crowd is on their feet for that! Santiago picks up Darko and rolls him into the ring. He tries to follow up but Young grabs him from behind. Thomas Young sends Santiago into the guardrail, follows up a charge. Santiago dodges and leaps to the ring apron and leaps off, but this time it's YOUNG who dodges and Santiago hits the guardrail. In the ring, Sakai has Prince Darko, series of kicks, and then it's another EXPLODER. ONE! TWO! Darko gets a kick out. Sakai pulls the man up, front-face lock for the Dying Wish. Young hits the ring with a big boot to the face of Sakai. The Foundation looking to put away Sakai, but watch out for Santiago --- OFF THE TOP ROPE! He takes down Darko! Young has Sakai, DEAD-END! Young and Sakai looking to square off... WHEN THE UNTOUCHABLES HIT THE RING. BILL HEWSON: What the hell --- That's KRENSHOV and O'BRIEN! What are they --- They're attacking Next Generation --- and The Foundation! And what the hell! Krenshov hammering on Thomas Young and Jay O'Brien knocking Santiago's teeth damn near out with the SUPERKICK. Krenshov with a disgusting huge lariat on Thomas Young sends him out of the ring. He grabs Darko --- GORILLA PRESS! Oh no! Krenshov tosses Darko on top of Young in a heap on the concrete. Now The Foundation turn their attention to Sakai... what's this? Krenshov with a huge BACKBREAKER on Sakai, holding him there as O'Brien springboards off the top rope and brings his elbow down to the head of Sakai's face. Good Lord. Santiago is trying to get up... Krenshov drops the boom. And now what? Oh no! POWERBOMB! GOOD GOD! THE THREE SIXTY-EIGHT POUND KRENSHOV POWERBOMBING SANTIAGO DOWN HARD! Jay O'Brien has gone to the outside of the ring, what's he doing? He's bring in a steel chair! NO! The referee has thrown this match out, Krenshov boots him out of the ring. O'Brien with the chair NO NO NO RIGHT TO SAKAI! RIGHT IN THE FACE! Sakai goes down, he's busted wide open! Good God, that's disgusting. But not as disgusting as what's going to happen next. Jay O'Brien with a sick grin unfolds the chair in the center of the ring, sets it up. WAIT! LEO MACK IN THE RING TO SAVE! And--- well, he's a manager. Balls on the man but O'Brien destroys him with an STO. Then. Krenshov once again hoists Santiago up HIIIIGH on his shoulder... Jay O'Brien standing beside the chair as the crowd gasps. POWERBOMB. THROUGH THE CHAIR. THE OPEN CHAIR. BILL HEWSON: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! KRENSHOV MAY HAVE KILLED SANTIAGO! And indeed, Santiago is screaming in pain. Sakai is busted and gets tossed by O'Brien. The Foundation try to get into the ring but O'Brien catches Darko with the chair, and Krenshov's size eighteen nails Young in the face. The Foundation trying to salvage Santiago's carcass in a show of respect but nobody. NOBODY. Was prepared for the sneak attack of The Untouchables. O'Brien kicks Santiago out of the ring as trainers head out to check on him. As Jay O' Brien and Krenshov stalk the ring mocking and taunting the crowd "Untouchables" by Scarface hits the sound system. BILL HEWSON: Now what? The crowds hatred goes up a notch as Raul Havok, El Potts, "The Devastator" Kurt Castle and Chris Casino all emerge from the back. The foursome stand at the entrance way and soak up the boos with smiles on their faces. Oddly each man is wearing a shirt that reads "N.A.P.W." JACK JONES: Well it looks as if The Untouchables have finally found some love for Canada. It must be because of Casino's wife. BILL HEWSON: Somehow... I don't think that's the case. The Untouchables head to the ring and join their comrades. Jay and Kenny are both handed the new shirts and they put them on without question. Raul Havok has the Pure Honor Title draped over his left shoulder and the Provincial Title over his right. Casino walks over to the ring ropes and is handed a microphone by Frank Warburton. CHRIS CASINO: Feast your dirty Canadian eyes on what will forever be a turning point in the history of this promotion. As of tonight everything changes. The Untouchables are taking over NAPW and saving it from that bald headed fool Rex Caliber. Let's backtrack a little here. I've been part of NAPW for a year now, a year I've spent in Canada trying to make this damn place...Global. First I suffered through the corrupt Winchell days and now I have that ego maniac Rex Caliber running this place to the ground. Dramatic Pause. Meanwhile, Santiago is being strapped to a stretcher. The Foundation have headed to the back and Sakai is being supported by a wincing Leo Mack. CHRIS CASINO: But no more. I'm a business man as you know and I know bad business when I see it. If things stay as they are...NAPW will forever be some small ass promotion in Canada. I formed the Untouchables for one simple reason, to make things better not only for us but for the boys in the back. We're sick of staying in Canada and freezing our asses off. We're sick of working in front of uneducated backwater Canadians every week. As of now, NAPW is going global! Boos meet this statement but Casino shrugs them off. CHRIS CASINO: We're trying to save your promotion from ruin and you boo me? Typical Canadian reaction. The Untouchables will not only save NAPW, we're bringing it to....AMERICA!!! Now the crowd is really hot for Casino. Trash starts to fly into the ring. CHRIS CASINO: (screaming) From now on, NAPW will stand for North America Pro Wrestling!!! Casino smirks and hands the mic off to Kurt Castle. KURT CASTLE: Starting tonight you (BLEEP)ing mooks, our investments start to pay dividends for us. Tonight, the TRUTH of the situation will begin to be realized. Everything we've done up until now has been for a reason. Every washed alcoholic piece of trash that we have taken out has been for a reason. It started with Patrick Kidd. And then it was your Canadian Hero Patrick Bickle and Arctic Evan. Where the hell are they now? Castle holds the microphone up in the air to the fans. The boos and jeers reign down of Castle and the rest of the Untouchables. Castle smirks and bumps fists with Casino, as the two look satisfied at the reaction. KURT CASTLE: Oh that's right. The Untouchables were the ones to take out Bickle. Not that no talent, toothless crab catching "Lollypop Kid." It was Kenny that beat Bickle down physically, and Chris that defeated him mentally. We made him run for the nearest psychiatric facility way before Cold Snap even hit. There it took not only Rees, but Banks too, to take down the Rainbow Warrior himself Simply Beautiful. Then you go get pinned by SB last week like the idiot you are. Some way to build momentum huh? KURT CASTLE: The fact of the matter is, until a member of the Untouchables holds the NAPW Title, the belt is nothing but a farce. A paper belt. Hell it holds about as much value as the $19.95 ebay special that 'ole Lollypop kid parades around with now. Well make no mistake about it, by the end of the night, the whole world will know what a real champion is. Rest assured, you havenŐt seen the last of us tonight. Now I think you know how the rest of this goes. Castle looks around at the crowd and basks in the hatred displayed for him. He holds his nose high in the air, and pulls the sunglasses off of his face. KURT CASTLE: That's why I'm the greatest Provincial Champion of all time, the truth of NAPW, Mr. Tuesday Night, and the best damn thing going today. And that's the DAMN TRUTH!. Kurt soaks in the disapproval of the crowd, before handing the microphone off to Eli Potts. The maniacal manager smirks as the crowd boos even louder. ELI POTTS: Boo all you want, say all you want, feel what you want--because we just don't give a damn. That's the difference between us and you, the Untouchables take action, they grab the horse by the reigns! While what do you all do? You sit and yap your mouths while NOTHING ever gets done. North America Pro Wrestling, get used to hearing it, because that IS reality. The fans have had enough, they begin pelting the ring with their cups of soda and beer. Eli side steps a full cup and it splashes over Kenny's chest. The monster rushes to the apron, ready to lunge at the fan who through the cup. ELI POTTS: Hey now Kenny, it's alright. Just let that one slide, these people are just as ignorant as apes. I wouldn't be surprised if these Canadian hillbillies begin throwing their own feces! And that's what we're going to put a stop to, you (BLEEP)s ruining this already tarnished organization! It's going to be a lot of work, but the ends will justify the means. First will come the globalization of NAPW. Then, we will get a true champion that will represent the new era in North America Professional Wrestling. Finally, we have one more step to make. We must save the tag team division. BILL HEWSON: Save the tag team division? What is he talking about? The tag team division is great! JACK JONES: If Eli sees something wrong with the tag division Bill, then there must be something wrong. ELI POTTS: Speaking on the behalf of the newest, and soon to be recognized as the GREATEST tag team to ever grace an NAPW ring, Kenny Krenshov and Jay O'Brien are going to reach down into the deep pits of hell where the tag team division resides, and bring it back into the promise land. As of RIGHT NOW, every tag team in NAPW has been put on notice, starting with The Foundation and Next Generation. We know Rex Caliber won't just hand the Untouchables a shot at the tag team championships, so my boys are prepared to crash through this tag division like a wrecking ball. They will defeat everyone in the tag division if they have to. Sooner or later Rexy, you're going to give us that shot even if it kills you! Potts throws down the microphone and glares directly into the camera as the rest of the Untouchables absorb the never ending flow of hate spewing from the Canadian crowd. BILL HEWSON: Could this really be the end of New Alberta Professional Wrestling, and the beginning of North America Professional Wrestling? JACK JONES: That's right Billy-boy! Maybe they can find me an American co-announcer to do this gig with, they've got to have more talent in the states than your corny ass! BILL HEWSON: This is disgusting, Santiago has been taken out on a stretcher and then this... we'll be right back... "North American" Pro Wrestling, who do they think we are?
Tool's "Stinkfist" plays, and the crowd goes nuts. Two men walk out to the cheers of the crowd, and stand on the stage. FRANK WARBURTON: Sick! Billy! Kryyyyeniik! And the Superstar! Tommmyyyyy Deeeeeaaathroooowww! They are the DOOOOMRIIIDERRRS! Tommy and Billy walk towards the ring, pumping each other up, shaking the hands of fans. They enter the ring and their demeanor changes. They just stare evenly at the curtain awaiting their opponents. FRANK WARBURTON: And your NAPW tag team champions! From Staten Island, New York, weighing in at a combined four hundred and forty four pounds! Accompanied by their father, Papa Z! "Bang Bang to the Rock 'N' Roll" and the crowd starts showing their lack of appreciation to the champions. FRANK WARBURTON: Please welcome, Clint Zellor! Stone Zellor! They are the MIIIIDNIIIIGHT COOOOWBOOOYS! Out comes the Zellors, as the audience starts throwing empty cups at them. Papa Z starts shaking his sign, which reads "The REAL Tag Team of the Year," at anyone who's close by. In front of the ring, Stone starts gloating to the Doomies with his shiny title belt. Deathrow and Kryenik look at each other, nod, and slide out of the ring on different sides. Billy grabs Stone, Tommy grabs Clint, and together they throw them into the ring without fanfare. Papa Z starts hammering Deathrow on the back with his fists. Deathrow turns around, unfazed, and smiles wickedly. "Maybe later, gramps." The Doomriders slide into the ring after the Zellors, but the Zellors have had a bit of time to recover, laying the boots to the backs of their challengers. John Sharplin manages to grabs the belts and hands them off to ringside. Billy manages to stand up, and tackles Stone. Clint's got the upper hand on Deathrow in the corner, stretching Tommy's face with his foot. Sharplin tries to figure out who's legal, and manages to pull Kryenik off Stone Zellor, ordering them to their respective corners. Clint's got the advantage on Tommy, who's holding onto the ring ropes to steady himself. Clint lines himself up using his hands to frame Tommy, and elbow to the face! Another frame, and a flying splash! Tommy's groggy, and Clint capitalizes by following up with a flying shouldertackle to the face of the Superst-whoa! Tommy dropped down to the canvas, and Clint gets nothing but turnbuckle to the shoulder. Clint's caught at the top, but Deathrow manages to grab Zellor by the legs, and a powerbomb sends the big man to the canvas with authority! Tommy leaps on Clint for a pinfall. One! And that's about it, as Clint kicks out easily. Tommy picks his opponent up by the 'fro, and an irish whip sends Clint into the ropes. Stone's there with the blind tag, as Clint comes back to duck the intended lariat from Deathrow. Stone's on the top rope! Missile dropkick sends the Superstar to his corner, where he tags in Kryenik. Stone looks up in shock, and shakes his head. That was NOT what he wanted to happen, but Sick Billy's already stepping into the ring. Stone's on his knees, pleading for a timeout from John Sharplin. Papa Z jumps onto the apron, shaking his fist and yelling (well, talking slowly) at Sharplin. Sharplin goes over to Papa Z and Stone with a low blow on Kryenik! Clint runs in, and the Midnight Cowboys double team with a tandem suplex! Papa Z drops to the floor, and Clint slides out as Stone covers. Sharplin's there! One! Tw-kickout by Billy! BILL HEWSON: A near pin by the champ there, Jack. God, would it be possible for these guys to TRY to win a match clean? JACK JONES: They've done it before! Clint beat Stylin' Kyle Roberts fair and square! This is just using your brain, Hewson! Stone stands up, fuming that Sick Billy kicked out, and Kryenik sweeps the feet from under Stone. The smaller Zellor's on the mat, and Sick Billy applies the Halo, wrenching the back of his opponent. Stone cries out in pain. Billy's telling him to tap, and John Sharplin gets into position to see if Stone will submit. Here comes Papa Z! He's got the arm of his son, guiding it to the rope. And Deathrow drops down to confront the old man. Sharplin notices the hand on the rope, and tells Billy to release the hold. He then shouts at Deathrow to get back to his corner. Billy keeps the Halo applied, and Sharplin starts to count. Kryenik releases at three, dropping a beaten Stone to the mat. Tommy is still stalking Papa Z, who's wielding his sign like a baseball bat. Clint Zellor with a running boot to the face of Deathrow, and Tommy goes down! Sick Billy picks Stone up and whips him to the ropes! One stiff Kiss of Babylon straight to the jaw! Stone drops, and Billy's right there on top of him. One! Two! Clint grabbed the leg of Kryenik, pulling him off his brother. Clint pulls Stone back to their corner, and exits the ring in time for Stone to tag out. Clint's the legal man! And he spears the hell out of Sick Billy Kryenik! Kryenik falls, and Clint covers. One! Two! Th-NO! Billy kicks out! JACK JONES: SO close! Clint picks Billy up for a spinebuster, and Stone's in the turnbuckle! Could this be? The Staten Special? Yes! The Midnight Cowboys hit the Special! Clint covers. One! TWO! THREEEEEENOOOOOO!!!! From out of NOWHERE, Tommy Deathrow breaks up the pin. Stone rolls out of the ring, and John Sharplin tries to get Deathrow back into his corner. Clint smiles, grabs the hair of Sick Billy Kryenik and twirls his finger around in the air. Will it be the Twirl-E-Go-Round? Clint whips Billy to the ropes, and Billy falls through them. Not what Clint had in mind.Clint angrily walks to the ropes, looking through them for his opponent, and there's Billy with a right hook to the face of Clint! Clint stumbles, as Kryenik rolls back in and tags out to Deathrow. The crowd goes nuts! Deathrow picks up the bigger Zellor over his shoulder and slams him to the mat! HUGE Dominator! Deathrow rolls over on Clint. One! Two! Here comes ol' Papa Z again on the apron! Once again, Sharplin's distracted, and stops counting to confront Papa Z. Deathrow had had just about enough of the old man, and pulls him in through the ropes. He motions to the crowd, and they start cheering. No! The Deathrow Driver? JACK JONES: Holy hell! Get that deviant away from that poor old man! What the hell did he ever do to anyone? BILL HEWSON: Do you want the annotated list or just the Cliffs Notes version? Deathrow gets Papa Z upside down, and is ready to Drive him to hell! Too bad the Cowboys are right there behind him! Cliff wraps his arms around the waist of Deathrow, as Stone gets Papa Z out of harm's way. It's a back suplex by Clint, and Stone runs around to grab Tommy's neck! Ouch! That's GOT to hurt! Tommy's dazed, and Clint covers. One! Two! Thre-kickout by Deathrow! Clint's in shock, and Stone's agape. BILL HEWSON: That's the Deathrow we're used to! The man able to take enormous amounts of pain and work through them! JACK JONES: Oh, god, what does it take to kill this guy? BILL HEWSON: If the Untouchables weren't able to get it done in a Falls Count Anywhere match, do you think it's possible in a regular match? JACK JONES: If the Midnight Cowboys want to keep their titles, they'd better pull out ALL the stops! Clint starts shouting orders to his brother. The Zellors get on either side of Tommy Deathrow, attempting a double suplex. But Tommy Deathrow manages to grab the Cowboys in modified clutches. Oh no! Not the Zellor family jewels! Deathrow lets go of Clint Zellor, who rolls out of the ring, but keeps his hold on Stone, who's crying out in pain. Deathrow lets go, following up with a boot to the gut of Stone, who drops to the canvas. Deathrow wraps his legs around the head of the younger Zellor, and starts doing press ups. BILL HEWSON: Total Nonstop Tommy! JACK JONES: My god, does his depravity know no bounds? Tommy lets go of Stone, who's rolling around as if someone tear gassed him. Deathrow rolls out of the ring, and grabs Clint Zellor, shoving him back in the ring. Deathrow tags Kryenik in. Tommy puts Clint on his shoulders as Billy goes to the top rope! Doomrider Death Drop as Clint gets one hell of a jawbreaker by Billy. Billy rolls onto the dazed Clint. One! Two! Kickout by Zellor! JACK JONES: Yes! BILL HEWSON: It looks like the Midnight Cowboys still have something left in them. JACK JONES: It's called the fear of losing those belts to the Doomriders! Billy takes Clint onto his shoulders and hold him up there for the crowd to cheer. Clint yells at his brother to come in and stop this. Stone enters the ring, running at Kryenik. Big boot to the face drops Stone! Electric Chair Drop by Kryenik! One! Two! Th-Stone pulls Kryenik off his brother. Stone's mad, and starts giving some brutal knees to Kryenik. Deathrow tries to enter the ring, but is stopped by Sharplin, who wrangles him back into his corner. Stone just won't let up with those knees! But Clint is shouting at his brother to get back to the corner for a tag. Stone pulls Kryenik up and a mule kick drops him again. Sharplin comes back and pushes Stone back into his corner. Stone starts to argue with the ref, but Tommy runs around the ring to pull his legs into the post. Ow! The crowd cheers and laughs as Stone is in a fetal position. Sharplin orders Deathrow back to his corner, and Clint hikes Billy onto his shoulders. Samoan drop with a cover! One! Two! Kickout by Kryenik! Stone's back on his feet, and Clint tags him in. Clint points to the second turnbuckle. Is it going to be another Staten Special? Clint picks up Kryenik and Stone leaps off the turnbuckle. But Kryenik manages to duck the neckbreaker and Stone lands on his back on the canvas. Kryenik back on his feet, and it's a belly to belly suplex! Clint goes flying! Billy drags Stone to his corner and tags in Tommy. Full Nelson German Suplex by Kryenik takes Stone to the ground, but Billy's got a bridge! Stone can't go anywhere, and here comes Tommy with a baseball slide right into the face of Stone Zellor! Kryenik lets go as Deathrow covers. Sharplin drops for the pin! One! Two! Clint comes running, but Kryenik's there to block! Threeee! BILL HEWSON: We've got new tag team champions here! For the first time in NAPW, Tommy Deathrow is a champion --- for the first time, THE DOOMRIDERS ARE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONNNNS! JACK JONES: WHAT? It's a travesty! Look at Stone! The baseball slide by Deathrow has burst open the nose of Stone Zellor. As Sharplin awards the Doomriders the belts, Papa Z comes in the ring to tend to Stone. Clint stands over his brother with a pained expression. FRANK WARBURTON: Your winners! And NEW NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! SICK BILLY KRYENIIIK! TOMMY DEEATHROOOOW! THE DOOOOMRIIIIDERRRS! Papa Z is talking to his sons as the Doomriders finally, at last, are handed the tag team titles. And unlike several weeks ago, the belt is not going to be taken from Deathrow. Tommy and Billy embrace, title belts dangling from their hands as the crowd chants "DOOMRIDERS, DOOMRIDERS." On the outside, EMTs are checking on Stone's nose, but it doesn't seem to be broken. Just bloody. Clint and Stone stare daggers at the victors, who are celebrating with the fans in the crowd. BILL HEWSON: And this Calgary crowd has witnessed something special tonight, something extraordinary. Tommy Deathrow... Sick Billy Kryenik... The Midnight Cowboys simply did bring that killer instinct into their title defense tonight. Their was no threepeat-defeat... THE DOOMRIDERS ARE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! "DOOMRIDERS, DOOMRIDERS!"
FRANK WARBURTON: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NAPW Heavyweight Championship! "Fighting 59" by Harry Hibbs pumps through the sound system as the fans boo like it was going out of style. FRANK WARBURTON: Coming to the ring first the challenger. Accompanied by Ol' Salty, he weighs in at two-hundred and forty-seven pounds, and hailing from Bell Island, Newfoundland... THE EAST COAST SENSATION! THE MOST DECORATED CHAMPION IN NAPW HISTORY! THE LEMONDROP KIIIIID... LLLLLLOYD! REEEEES! The Newfoundland duo of Ol' Salty and Lloyd Rees emerge from the back much to the dismay of the fans. They make their way to the ring, both of them with looks of intensity etched on their faces. Rees is wearing a long robe, giving him the strange appearance of a crazed zealot. FRANK WARBURTON: And introducing the reigning NAPW Champion... The fans start to go nuts as "Path" by Apocalyptica blasts over the sound system. FRANK WARBURTON: He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and ten pounds, and hails from Brooklyn, New York. He is the SHOOTER! The WHITE-COLLAR ASSASSIN! THE LAST RESORT! THIS! IS! RAVAAAAGERRRR! The NAPW Champion comes from the back and heads straight for the ring. Ravager looks ready to kill someone. Anyone. YOU BILL HEWSON: This is it! Rees will get his shot two weeks earlier than anybody originally thought, but Ravager is bent on keeping the belt past his first defense. JACK JONES: Are you kidding me? Lloyd's going to win that title for a third time, Billy, and set another NAPW record. Ravager slides into the ring, unsnaps the title belt from around his waist and lays it at his feet as the fans go crazy. FRANK WARBURTON: And finally the guest referee for this match...Simply Beautiful! "Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen replaces the hard driving music of the champion. SB emerges from the back in a zebra shirt and the fans are eating it up. Lloyd glares at SB from inside the ring and tensions are running high. BILL HEWSON: Here's the wild card of this match, Simply Beautiful! JACK JONES: I can't belive he was allowed to be the referee for such an important match! Can he even count to three? Simply Beautiful climbs into the ring and smiles at both competitors. He walks over to Ravager and picks the NAPW Title off of the mat, all the while keeping on eye on the Champ just to make sure he's not attacked. SB holds the title up for all to see then passes it off to the time keeper. JACK JONES: Simply Beautiful has to be envious...Both of these men have held that belt while he's jerkin' curtains! SB calls for the bell and this Championship match is underway! The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Rees finds himself powered back into a neutral corner.SB starts a count trying to get the men to break only to be totally ignored. Simply Beautiful wedges himself between the two men and starts to forces them apart when Lloyd shoves SB away and clocks Ravager with a stiff right hand! The Champ retaliates with a big right hand of his own and the two men start exchanging right hands as the fans are screaming their lungs out! Simply Beautiful suddenly grabs the arm of Rees and yells to him "No fists!" allowing Ravager to kick "The Lemondrop Kid" Between the uprights! Rees drops to his knees in pain as SB tries his best to look confused about what just transpired. Ol' Salty jumps up on the ring apron and starts yelling at the guest referee and Simply Beautiful looks pissed. SB points to Ol' Salty then to the back and Ol' Salty finds himself ejected from ringside! The fans are eating it up as security has to come out and forcibly remove Ol' Salty from the ringside area. While all this is happening Ravager is putting the boots to Rees who is still trying to recover from his kick to the under carriage. JACK JONES: This is insane! Simply Beautiful has already lost control! BIL HEWSON: Ravager is looking to send a message to Rees and anyone else who comes after that title! Rees manages to roll out of the ring but Ravager is hot on his tail. Ravager grabs the challenger from behind and bounces his head off of the ring apron. Ravager then grabs a chair from under the ring and gets ready to waffle Rees before Simply Beautiful rolls to the outside and stands before the Champ and his prey. Ravager is arguing with SB as Rees collects his wits and shoves the guest referee from behind into the Champ sending both men to the floor. Rees quickly pulls Ravager off of the floor and Irish whips him into the ring steps. As Ravager lays stunned on the floor Simply Beautiful gets in the face of Rees and for a moment it looks like this match will disintegrate into pure chaos. Rees finally holds up his hands as if to say he's sorry before brushing past SB and landing a hard kick to the ribs of Ravager as the Champ is getting to his feet. Rees rolls Ravager into the ring and slides in after him. Simply Beautiful meanwhile has found a pretty young thing in the front row and strikes up a conversation! Inside the ring Rees shoots Ravager into the ropes and nails his The East End Drop! Rees yells loudly at SB who turns his attention back to the ring and slides in just as Rees goes for the cover. Ravager kicks out at two and Rees glares at the man in the zebra shirt. BILL HEWSON: You have to wonder how long Rees and Simply Beautiful can co-exist! JACK JONES: The Untouchables are right, this fed needs to be brought into a new level. There won't be this kind of crap in NORTH AMERICAN Pro Wrestling. Rex Caliber's a joke. Rees peels Ravager off of the mat only to nail him with a cradle DDT. Another cover gets another two count and again Rees gives Simply Beautiful a look that could kill. "The Lemondrop Kid" waits as Ravager pulls himself to his feet and hits a swinging neckbreaker onto the Champion. Simply Beautiful makes a count of two before Ravager gets a foot on the bottom rope. Rees is looking confident now as he pulls Ravager to his feet and whips him across the ring to the far corner. Rees charges in but takes a boot to the face from the Champion! Ravager explodes out of the corner with a double leg take down and mounts the challenger so that he can pound away with big right hands to the head! Simply Beautiful almost has to pull Ravager off of Rees and we see that the challenger is badly busted open. BILL HEWSON: Good Lord what a cut! Rees was cut open last week thanks to Simply Beautiful and it looks like Ravager just re-opened that wound! Rees struggles to his feet as blood pours from his forehead. Ravager charges at Rees but the challenger drops down and pulls the tope rope with him. Ravager tumbles out of the ring and lands hard on the outside. Rees rolls to the outside and watches as Ravager is trying to get up. The Champ is holding his left knee and looks to be in serious pain. One chop block later and Ravager is curled up in the fetal position holding his damaged joint. A bloody Rees smiles for the camera and then stomps hard on the knee of a hurt Champion. SB rolls to the outside and yells for them to take it back into the ring but Rees ignores him. Ravager uses the ring apron to pull himself up only to have Rees grab him from behind and roll him into the ring. Simply Beautiful and Rees waste a moment talking trash to each other as Ravager slowly tries to pull himself up to a vertical base inside. Rees rolls into the ring and hits another brutal looking chop block onto the Champ! Ravager crumples to the mat and "The Lemondrop Kid" waste no time in going for a figure four leglock! BILL HEWSON: "The Lemondrop Kid" is looking to make the Champ submit! JACK JONES: Break his leg Rees! Ravager screams in pain as Rees cranks on the pressure. SB asks Ravager if he wants to give it up only to have the Champ yell "F*ck You!" in response. Ravager tries to roll over and reverse the hold but Rees fights it. Ravager drops to his back and SB makes a count of two before the Champ pops up like a jack in the box. This time Ravager reaches out and grabs hold of Simply Beautiful and uses him to roll himself over! The fans are going bananas as Rees howls in pain, blood pouring from the deep cut on his forehead. Rees manages to roll and Ravager again finds himself on his back with his legs close to snapping. This time however Ravager is close enough to the ropes that he reaches out and grabs them calling for a break. Rees doesn't seem to think so as he ignores the count by Simply Beautiful. Instead of calling for a disqualification Simply Beautiful physically pulls Rees off of Ravager! Rees and SB get nose to nose again talking smack as Ravager uses the ring ropes to pull himself up. BILL HEWSON: Ravager is in serious trouble, the title is in jeopardy. Rees turns away from SB and takes a big right hand to the head from Ravager! Rees tries to answer back with a right hand of his won but Ravager catches the arm, locks it up and delivers a powerful headbutt to the already bloody Rees! Rees tries to swing with his left arm but ravager manages to lock up that one also and he lays into Rees with a trio of hard headbutts that leave the challenger on rubber legs. Ravager releases the arms of Rees, grabs a handful of bloody hair and sends "The Lemondrop Kid" to the outside! Ravager gingerly drops down and rolls out to meet the number one contender. Ravager hooks up Rees and tries for a suplex on the floor but can't get him up due to his leg. Rees however has no such problems and sends the Champ up and over onto the hard floor. Rees wipes blood from his eyes and pulls a one legged Ravager to his feet. Rees rams the back of Ravager into a ringpost not once, but twice before letting him drop to the floor. JACK JONES: This is great! Rees is taking apart Ravager piece by piece! Rees rolls in and then rolls out of the ring to break SB's count and lands another brutal kick to the damaged knee of Ravager. Rees pulls Ravager off of the floor and rolls him into the ring and follows him in, a look of confidence on his face. Rees watches with amusement as Ravager fights to his feet before advancing on him. Rees goes for the injured leg of Ravager but takes an elbow to the head that staggers him. Ravager quickly hooks Rees and hits a double arm DDT onto Rees! Ravager goes fro the cover but Rees kicks out at two! Ravager drags Rees into a near corner and props him up so that he can give him a face wash with the bottom of his boot! Ravager pulls Rees up to his feet and Irish Whips him across the ring and Rees hits hard. Rees staggers out of the corner and takes a back body drop from the Champion! Ravager also drops to the mat holding his knee as a bloodied Rees tries to get to his feet. Simply Beautiful starts a count for both men and the fans start stomping and clapping for Ravager! BILL HEWSON: This match has taken a brutal toll on both men Jack! JACK JONES: Maybe but Rees still has the advantage! Rees is first up to his feet and hits a low dropkick onto the knee of a rising Ravager. Ravager goes down like he was shot and Rees quickly advances on him! Rees grabs the injured leg of Ravager and tries to go for another figure four but Ravager places a foot on the backside of Rees and kicks him off! Rees goes head first into the turnbuckle and his head snaps back. Ravager hobbles up to his feet, grabs Rees and sends him into the far ropes. Ravager catches Rees with a drop toehold and tries to go for The Garotte! Rees desperately tries to fight him off and somehow manages to roll Ravager off of him! Rees and Ravager both struggle to their feet but Rees makes it up first and jabs a thumb into the eye of Ravager! Rees, his face caked with blood, hooks Ravager and hoists him up and places him onto the top turnbuckle. Rees smiles again for the camera and climbs up to meet Ravager at the top. Rees tries to go for a superplex but Ravager bites the forehead of Rees to break the hold! Ravager shoves Rees off of the top and Rees lands hard onto the canvas. Ravager goes for broke as he comes sailing off of the tope rope with a Dynamite Kid flying headbutt to Rees! JACK JONES: How the Hell did Ravager pull that off? His leg has to be broken! Ravager hooks the leg of Rees as Simply Beautiful goes for the count! One, two and Three! The crowd explodes as Ravager rolls off of a bloodied Rees. BILL HEWSON: He's won! Ravager retains the title! JACK JONES: I'm gonna be sick! FRANK WARBURTON: And your winner...And STILL NAPW Heavyweight Champion...Ravager! Simply Beautiful takes the Heavyweight Belt from the time keeper and places it on the chest of an exhausted Ravager. He looks at Lloyd, smirking, then flips over the top rope to the outside. Ol' Salty, with David Banks, has come back out to check on his man. He pulls Lloyd out of the ring and tries to support him --- Rees shoves Ol' Salty away. Banks He has a crazed look on his blood-soaked face and he starts up the aisle as fast as his battered body will move, he wants a piece of SB. Lloyd disappears through the curtain --- will he find Simply Beautiful? BILL HEWSON: What a tough match for Ravager but he's turned back the challenge of "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees! Inside the ring Ravager has gotten back to his feet and holds the NAPW Championship up for all to see. A successful defense of a title he has worked so hard for... JACK JONES: Are we off the air yet? I want to go give my Simply Beautiful a piece of my mind! BILL HEWSON: Like you can afford it! I think that...HEY! The camera quickly pans over to see Chris Casino coming through the curtain, Pure Honor title over his shoulder. The fans boo. Ravager focuses on Casino like a laser, holding the title still in his hand. BILL HEWSON: What's going on here? The Pure Honor Champion is coming out... Jack Jones, Ravager has been chasing Chris Casino for a year. Is it going to happen here tonight NO! JACK JONES: Ha ha ha! Distraction! BILL HEWSON: Kurt Castle just came out of the crowd from nowhere! Ravager turns around TOO LATE! THE PROVINCIAL TITLE TO THE FACE! OH MY GOD! Casino now sprints to the ring and slides in. Castle has Ravager half-up, Casino grabs the Champion... BANKRUPT. Good God. Castle pulls Ravager off of the mat and locks him into his Truth Serum! Casino grabs the NAPW Title off of the mat and holds it inches away from the face of the Champion! As Casino trash talks Ravager the crowd explodes as The DOOMriders rush out from the back and storm the ring! But not before The Untouchables beat a hasty retreat! BILL HEWSON: The new tag team champions make the save and they look ready for a fight! But it's not going to happen tonight, the damn Untouchables just heading out of the ring. For over a year, Chris Casino has ducked Ravager... tonight the Pure Honor Champion and Provincial Champion have assaulted the NAPW Champion! The Untouchables want to take over NAPW --- Ravager retains his title --- The DOOMriders have stormed the ring --- and we are out of time! Good night!
Casino and Castle look on, both quite pleased with their actions. They shoulder their respective title belts. In the ring, The DOOMriders stand tall yelling for some Untouchable hide... and the final shot is of a bruised Ravager pushing up off the canvas, cold eyes focused intently down the aisle.
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