TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.03/13/2007
BILL HEWSON: Good evening everyone, I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack "Attack" Jones, we have one hell of a show for you tonight! Every title is on the line... and at the end of the evening, the Provincial and TV Titles will be UNIFIED! But let's get right to the action! FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, hailing from Regina, Saskatchewan-- The crowd pops for the mention of a wrestler from their hometown... FRANK WARBURTON: Weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, he is NIGHTMARE! "The Animal I've Become" plays over the PA system and the Regina fans quickly change their tone as they boo Nightmare as he makes his way to the ring. He's a good sport though, and takes it in stride. For now. Then, like snapping of fingers, the crowd's boos turn to wild cries of hate as "I Am The Man" blasts over the PA system. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds, hailing from Moose Jaw, Stylin' Kyle Roberts! The fans practically forget that Nightmare even exists, as the once fan favorite, now horrible hostile, Kyle Roberts walks out to a barrage of boos and insults. He stops at the entrance way, and looks around at all the people booing him, then as if his job was to piss as many people off as possible, he smiles. He smiles a smile that sends an even larger outrage through the crowd, and the former D-X member swaggers to the ring, soaking in the hate. BILL HEWSON: Wow! I don't even know what to say, these people legitimately hate this man. The fans hate both of these men, but they might actually be cheering for Nightmare because they hate Roberts more! JACK JONES: These people are retarded, they just can't comprehend that Kyle Roberts can be so much more without Richards. These fans just wanted him to stay in the same lame tag team forever. BILL HEWSON: Well his motives are questionable, but these people had a great connection with D-X, and it's obvious they are blaming Kyle Roberts for ending something they loved. Stylin' Kyle enters the ring, smiling at the ready-to-fight Nightmare. The bell sounds, and the match is underway. Both wrestlers circle each other, Nightmare sizing up Kyle, and Kyle taunts Nightmare to make the first move. Nightmare goes in for a grapple, but he steps right into an eye poke! Nightmare staggers to the closest corner as the referee reprimands Roberts not even five seconds into the match. The fans spit curses at the cheap shot, but Kyle just smiles and sucks it in. Nightmare, now regaining his vision, runs furiously at Kyle for a clothesline, but Roberts ducks and slaps the back of Nightmare's head. Nightmare stumbles forward and screams at his belittlement. Roberts walks back to the corner nearest to himself and leans back, relaxing and acting as if Nightmare was nothing. BILL HEWSON: Kyle has some gull to be disrespecting Nightmare like this. JACK JONES: I love it Bill, this guy knows that Nightmare is nowhere near his league. Nightmare stands in the middle of the ring, yelling at Roberts to get out of the corner and face him like a man. Kyle smiles, arcs his head back, and spits a hulking loogey, hitting Nightmare square in the face. Nightmare loses what's left of his cool and rages in at Roberts, Roberts side steps and pushes Nightmare's face into the turnbuckle. Roberts takes advantage of Nightmare's exposed back, and cuts hard left and rights into the kidneys of Nightmare. Roberts knocks Nightmare down to one knee, and grabs Nightmare's ears, and drags his face across the middle rope. Nightmare falls to the mat, holding his face and attempting to hold his kidneys. Roberts kicks Nightmare's hand out of the way and yells, "I LOVE THE STOMP IN THE FACE!" He follows that taunt up with... the stomp in the face. The fans go wild at his barbaric behavior, and the referee attempts to reprimand Roberts, but Roberts just responds with, "Or what?" and follows up with another hard stomp to the face. As Nightmare writhes around on the ground in agony, Roberts places one foot on his chest and demands the referee counts the pin. Reluctantly, the referee hits the mat and counts, but Nightmare has far more than that left in his tank, and kicks out after a one count. JACK JONES: Look at Roberts' technical superiority in the ring, Nightmare doesn't stand a chance! BILL HEWSON: Did you really just say "technical superiority" and "Roberts" in the same sentence? JACK JONES: Is your mother overweight and ugly? Then I guess I did. Kyle Roberts rips Nightmare off the mat by his hair, locks him in with a front face lock, and delivers a hard snap suplex. Roberts follows up by pushing his forearm across Nightmare's face for another pin attempt, and again a one count. Robert's quickly gets to his feet, goes off the ropes and hits a devastating knee drop to the face, and goes for yet another pin. This time a two count, but not near enough. As Nightmare sits up, Roberts slides on a quick sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. Nightmare flails violently, trying to break the hold before he loses consciousness. The fans tell Kyle what they feel with a chant, "YOU SUCK ROBERTS-YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK ROBERTS- YOU SUCK!" Kyle laughs hysterically, moving his head to avoid the wild arms of Nightmare. Then, without any warning, Nightmare pushes himself against Roberts to the standing position. Roberts is shocked, and the fans cheer for a man who they dislike as Nightmare slams and elbow into the abdominal region of Roberts, breaking the hold. With Roberts hunched over, Nightmare sees a chance and goes off the ropes, but Roberts smashes Nightmare in the face with a HUGE right hook! Nightmare goes down, and Roberts looks pissed that Nightmare even got a little offense in, and the fans resort back to boos. The referee warns Roberts about using a closed fist, but he doesn't care, he wraps both of his hands around Nightmare's throat and proceeds to choke the hell out of Nightmare! The fans boo wildly, and the referee tries to rip Roberts off of Nightmare, but to no avail. Instead the referee resorts to his five count.
One BILL HEWSON: The nerve of this man, he has no regard for anyone else but himself! JACK JONES: Ah, the story of my life. Roberts goes back to the corner, and picks Nightmare up, delivering a HARD knife-edge chop. The air is thrown from Nightmare's lungs, but Roberts pushes Nightmare back and hits another HARD knife-edge chop. The ever-flowing boos get louder, and Kyle responds by shouting, "Don't hate me because I'm better than all of you!" Something about that statement woke Nightmare up, he grabs Kyle by the head, and switches roles, throwing Roberts into the corner. Without any hesitation, Nightmare slams Roberts with vicious rights and lefts, and the fans go crazy for the lesser of two evils. Nightmare whips Roberts into the opposing corner, and follows up with a crushing corner splash, then whips Kyle back to the original corner and hits a BIGGER corner splash. Roberts staggers out of the corner, Nightmare spins him around, heaves him over his shoulder, gets a running start and NAILS A MASSIVE INVERTED-SHOULDERBREAKER! The fans go crazy, and Nightmare wastes no time in covering his opponent. ONE! TWO! Kickout at two. Nightmare loses no resolve, and picks Roberts back up. He pushes Roberts back, goes to whip him into the ropes, NO! HUGE SHORT ARM LARIAT FAKEOUT BY NIGHTMARE! BILL HEWSON: HE DAMN NEAR TOOK KYLE'S HEAD OFF! JACK JONES: I think Kyle landed on his neck, that was sick! Nightmare throws himself on Roberts again and hooks the leg for the pin. ONE! TWO! Th--NO! Kickout at two. Nightmare shows some signs as slight frustration as the crowd sighs "OHH" in unison. Nightmare refuses to lose sight of this match, he gets to his feet and points to the sky, and the fans cheer. BILL HEWSON: I think Nightmare is going to go for the win right here folks. JACK JONES: Really? I thought he was just pointing to the sky for his health. Nightmare picks Roberts up to his feet, hooks his head and leg... BILL HEWSON: Is this... Nightmare hoists Roberts in the air.... BILL HEWSON: THE DREAM CATCHER II! NO! Roberts slips out behind Nightmare, and goes for a quick roll-up pin, no, not quite, he grabs both of the legs and hooks on the Bear-Tamer! JACK JONES: BEAR-TAMER! NO WAY NIGHTMARE HAS A CHANCE NOW! Nightmare screams in pain, and the fans freak as this could very well be the end. Kyle arcs his back, applying more pressure, and Nightmare raises his hand to tap. No. After all the cheap shots and the disrespect, he refuses to quit. Nightmare claws at the mat, and pulls himself towards the ropes on his forearms. Kyle tries to anchor Nightmare, but he's too big for Kyle to contain now that he's moving. Nightmare reaches long and hard for the ropes... and... he.... GETS IT! BILL HEWSON: NIGHTMARE HAS THE ROPES! JACK JONES: Stop screaming, I'm right next to you! BILL HEWSON: Wait! Kyle just ripped Nightmare away from the ropes and dragged him to the middle of the ring! JACK JONES: Haha yes! As Kyle gets Nightmare to the middle of the ring, he drops down to a single knee, bending Nightmare to an unnatural position. The fans go ballistic, half booing Roberts, half encouraging Nightmare. Nightmare balls his fists, his face red in pain, and he screams an inhuman scream.... but it's not enough. Nightmare taps, and the referee calls for the bell. FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match by submission, KYLE ROBERTS! After the bell rings Kyle holds onto the Bear-Tamer, and as the referee informs him the match is over, he pulls back even harder before releasing the hold. The referee attempts to raise his hand, but Kyle wrenches away, and raises both of his hands. You can imagine the response. Boos, boos, and more boos. Even a revival of "YOU SUCK ROBERTS- YOU SUCK!" starts up as he walks up the entrance way, with his hands in the air and a smile on his face. Slowly, Nightmare pushes himself back up to his feet, and out of respect for his valiant effort against Roberts, the fans give their hometown wrestler a standing ovation. Nightmare looks out over the crowd... could he be responding to the show of respect? BILL HEWSON: Great show of respect here for a valiant Nightmare --- oh for God's sake. This man needs an attitude adjustment! Why is Bill freaking? Gee, Louie, maybe because Nightmare took a good look at the fans giving him props and flipped them all the double-deuce. Yeesh. Regina turns on their own again, and Nightmare leaves the ring with an angry look on his face.
BILL HEWSON: You lie. JACK JONES: Well, yeah, but you've got to admit, it's a great story, isn't it? FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds! From Hollywood, Florida, this is DIIIIIOOOOOO MUEEEERRRRRTEEEEEE!!! Gangstarr pipes through the speakers as Muerte, as always in his wifebeater and black balaclava, walks to the ring with his trusty bat casually over one shoulder. The crowd gives a mixed reaction... He steps into the ring, and waits intently for his opponent. BILL HEWSON: A unique wrestler if there ever was one here in NAPW, this Dio Muerte. I wouldn't say he's a nice man, or even a good man, but nonetheless he and Jeff James together and individually have done well for themselves, Jack Attack. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From Calgary, Alberta, Canada! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds! He is the "Storm!" SAAAAMMMM FIIIINNNNNN! Sam Finn comes out to a mixed, unenthusiastic response. Sam comes to the ring, but before he can climb up the ropes, Muerte jabs him in the gut with his wooden bat! BILL HEWSON: Well, I never said he played by the rules. JACK JONES: Hewson, the guy's just doing what he promised he'd do. He told Finn the bat would end his career! Smythe calls for the bell to start the match, reprimanding Muerte. Dio blows her off and hits a snap suplex on Finn. After a few kicks to the side, Muerte points to the top rope and climbs to the top turnbuckle. BILL HEWSON: It can't be THAT quick, can it? JACK JONES: Dio knows that he should end this as soon as possible. If Finn manages to get back on his feet, how angry would he be? Frog splash by Muerte! He hooks the leg for the pin. One! Two! Muerte goes flying off of Finn as Sam pushes the masked man off of him to break the count. Muerte comes running back at Finn and gets him with a kick to the ribs. Finn is breathing heavily here as Muerte picks him up and tries to suplex him. Finn counters with a leg hook. Muerte tries again. Still no lift. Muerte tries once more, but Finn flips Muerte over into a Falcon Arrow! Desperation maneuver by Finn, and he pins! Only a two count. Finn slaps the mat in frustration. Finn picks Muerte up and shoves him into the corner. He then unleashes a flurry of punches into the breadbasket of Dio. Muerte looks groggy, although it's pretty hard to see under the ski mask. Finn goes for a Tiger Suplex, but Muerte kicks Finn in the stomach and Finn drops the lighter man, bending over. Lifted knee into the face of Sam Finn, followed up by a sidekick! Finn drops to the mat, and Dio Muerte claps dust off his hands. A good portion of the crowd pops as Muerte pulls Sam Finn to his feet, and it's the Demortalizer! A flipping DDT sends Finn's head crashing to the canvas with force! Muerte scrambles for the pin! One! Two! THREE! Dio Muerte has won this match! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match! DIIIOOOO MUEEERRRTEEEE! JACK JONES: If you bet on Muerte, you just made some money. Unfortunately the odds were so against Finn... you didn't win much. BILL HEWSON: And what would you know about illegal gambling? JACK JONES: Illegal? Gambling? Popemobile? BILL HEWSON: Never a straight answer, eh Jack. In any event, Dio Muerte makes short work of Sam Finn here --- and hold on, Sam Finn trying to jump Muerte from behind! He does... and sends Muerte up and over the top rope! Finn turns his back on Muerte, raising his arms as if to say "That's how it is!" What he doesn't realize is that Muerte landed on the ring apron. Dio grabs his bat, sneaks up behind Finn as cool-as-can-be, then smacks him on the ass with the bat, sending Finn popping over the top rope and to the floor below. AKForty kicks back up and Muerte takes a walk, bat again slung casually over his shoulders. Crowd even digs it a little.
What do you see? Nightmare from the back with a microphone in hand. What do you hear? A loud mixture of Three Days Grace and boos. It's very clear that Nightmare is NOT happy as he makes his way to the ring with his teeth clenched and bare, his upper lip twitching as a result of the rage growing deep inside of him, waiting to break free. The crowd tries to boo Nightmare right back to the locker room, but Nightmare did come out for a reason, and he won't let 1000+ fans interfere. NIGHTMARE: All right, that's long enough! Cut the music! The music stops before Nightmare reaches the ring, but the same amount of noise fills the arena, this time without heavy guitar music playing in the background. NIGHTMARE: Would you GIVE UP, already?! BOO! Even the fans from Nightmare's hometown of Regina, Saskatchewan can't show any respect for the Dream Demon. For a long time Nightmare just stands there and fumes, his arms by his side, his lip twitching, his long hair tied back in a ponytail. Boy, does he look tired. Tired and pissed. The only two adjectives suited to describe Gregory Hanson tonight. NIGHTMARE: God DAMN IT, I'm not gonna wait for you to shut the (BLEEP) up! I came out here to say something, damn it, and you're gonna listen whether you (BLEEP)ing like it or NOT! The fans quiet down a little bit. Still very loud, though. Nightmare continues after a briefpause. NIGHTMARE: I don't have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll just get to the point. What Rex Caliber has booked for tonight is complete and utter BULL SHIT! Everyone in here knows that I should be in that four-way elimination for the unified TV and Provincial title. ME! EVERYONE in the room KNOWS that I deserve a shot at making HISTORY in the business! That HACK Chad Kurtis should just be a FOOTNOTE on my legacy! You shut the (BLEEP) up, you know it's true. That ass clown wouldn't even have been able to beat the Foundation if it weren't for me, and he KNOWS it! I should be representing the TV title in this match, but that son of a bitch STOLE my title from me! What do you think? BOO! NIGHTMARE: You don't remember? Let's think back, how did Chad (air quotes) "win" the title? HE HIT ME IN THE (BLEEP)ING JUNK! And not only did I not receive an IMMEDIATE title rematch, I won't EVER be able to take back my title, because after tonight it'll be GONE! Ever since Rex Caliber took over the business, I've been treated more unfairly than when freakin' WINCHELL was running the place! I am one of his most DANGEROUS wrestlers, I'M THE ONE WHO PUTS THE (BLEEP)ING ASSES IN THE SEATS! I DESERVE TO BE IN THIS MATCH MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE, ESPECIALLY NOT CHAD KURTIS --- "MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN!" Here comes the commissioner, with a fairly disgusted/annoyed look on his face. He's got a rough cloth bag at his side, like Jake The Snake used to carry Damien in. REX "THE SNAKE" CALIBER? Nah. REX CALIBER: Nightmare, are you through wasting my time? Not to mention these fan's time. Who the hell do you think you are, crying about a title shot? Hey, you held the TV Title belt, but do you right now? No. Did you have a record-breaking title reign? (BLEEP) no. So why don't you get the hell out of the ring and this show can continue. NIGHTMARE: You (BLEEP) shut up, Caliber! You're so full of shit! I WANT MY GODDAMN TITLE MATCH! REX CALIBER: Full of shit? I am the 245lbSHIThammer, daddy. You know what Nightmare, I'm so sick of your whining, I'll tell you what. I WILL give you a title match here tonight in Regina, Saskatchewan. BILL HEWSON: WHAT? JACK JONES: Finally, Rex Caliber can right some of the wrongs he's committed running this place. Nightmare, gathering breath for another tirade, looks taken aback. So does the crowd. NIGHTMARE: You're adding me to the match? REX CALIBER: Hardly. But I'll tell you what! Tonight NAPW sees the unification of two major titles... and the DEBUT of a brand new title! And you'll be wrestling for it right now, Nightmare... against your opponent... against a man who has busted his ass for this company but been pretty side-tracked for a couple months. So right now, for the new title, it's NIGHTMAAAARE... VERSUSSSSS... Pause. REX CALIBER: "BAD BOY" JOEY MALOOOONNNNE! WTF? "Bad Boys" hits the PA and out walks a surprised Joey Malone. He mouths "What gives?" at Caliber, who gives him a hard pat on the back in encouragement. Which sends Joey stumbling. He gets to the ring and rolls in, Nightmare is all over him. John Sharplin has rushed to ring to officiate, he calls for the bell. Nightmare is all over the "Bad Boy", this one isn't going to be long. BOOM! Short-arm clothesline destroys Joey for one, two, kick-out. Nightmare might be sore and tired from earlier but sheer anger is driving him here. BILL HEWSON: Joey Malone needs to muster some offense if he even wants a chance at this new title... I don't understand, Jack Attack. We're unifying the TV and Provincial titles tonight, and Rex is introducing a new title? JACK JONES: And Nightmare will be it's first holder! In the ring, Nightmare looks for a powerbomb. Joey desperately starts firing away punches at the top! He flips out behind, sunset flip on Nightmare gets a two-count. Joey pulls Nightmare up, kick to the gut, BADD BLASTER! ONE! AND... ONE! Nightmare kicks out and pops up. Joey has three seconds to clearly yell out 'Oh SHIT." as Nightmare runs him over. Once! Twice! Three times! And then... DREAAAAAMCATCHER! BOOM! Just like that! ONE! TWO! THREEEE! BILL HEWSON: Nightmare with a blazingly fast victory over Mr. Malone here tonight! JACK JONES: Poor Joey, he doesn't deserve this kind of shoddy treatment. BILL HEWSON: Actually, he does. The crowd is pretty blah about that. Nightmare stands in the ring, screaming "Give me my title! Give it to me now!" Caliber gives a clap, as Joey Malone rolls out of the ring and begins walking up the aisle holding his head. REX CALIBER: Alright, so... the LOSER OF THE MATCH... and NEEEEEEEW EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPION... "BAD BOY" JOEY MALONE! Joey blinks furiously in the aisle as Rex Caliber pulls out what looks to be a cheap replica WCW title belt with "NAPW" written in metallic storefront lettering and "JOBBER" written on a stretch of masking tape. Rex hands thebelt to a dumbfounded Joey... who suddenly starts bouncing around like he's won the damn Superbowl. It is perhaps the first joy felt in the life of young Mr. Malone for months! In the ring, Nightmare is cursing and swearing. "WHAT? WHAT THE ---?!" REX CALIBER: No hard feelings, Nightmare. I'm sure you'll get your shot at some gold sooner...or later. Probably later. Hell yeah! And so we fade on Nightmare, furious in the ring as Joey Malone gets to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he holds the title belt high. "Bad Boy" Joey Malone --- the first (and perhaps last) NAPW Extreme Jobber Champion!
FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from St. Albert, Alberta, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds! Accompanied by his manager Bill Fleming! Bruce "THE BEAST" Riiiiiiiiiichards! The Beast stomps angrily down to the ring, his eyes hidden underneath the brim of his cowboy hat. Bill Fleming is trying his best to act confident as he struts out behind him, carrying his secret weapon. JACK JONES: Is that a barbed-wire baseball bat? BILL HEWSON: It certainly looks like it, Jack Attack. JACK JONES: That's a serious offence, Hewson! Bill Fleming should be banned from ringside for even carrying that thing in here! BILL HEWSON: He's just carrying it for insurance, Jack, in case Kyle Roberts comes in and tries to screw over his client. JACK JONES: Oh, so it's okay to use a barbed-wire baseball bat to protect your loved ones, but when I use one to get a little service in the bank line, it's somehow a "felony." BILL HEWSON: ...yes, Jack. Yes it is. Public Enemy fades down and the hall is filled with the nervous chatter of the audience. Bruce Richards is waiting for his opponent to come down into the ring, getting ready to unleash the fire that's been building inside ever since Kyle Roberts walked out on their match a week ago. He waits...and waits...and waits. Until, finally..."Even More Human Than Human!" It's the commissioner! Rex Caliber steps out with a microphone, and Bruce Richards - and the crowd - look very confused. REX CALIBER: Bruce. Don't get too upset, but I got some bad news for you, brother. Seems that your opponent, Big Bad Brian Bruno, hasn't bothered to show up here tonight. The crowd boos, and The Beast is LIVID. He starts cursing and gesturing for someone at the timekeeper's table to give him a microphone. REX CALIBER: The police were just here a few minutes ago, looking around for him. It seems they want to ask him a few questions, and as much as I would have loved to help Regina's finest, I have to admit, I haven't seen Brian in a few days. He didn't show up to the show tonight. So, it looks like-- BRUCE RICHARDS: This is BULLSHIT, Rex! Last week, that coward Kyle schemes his way out of our match, and now you're telling me that I'm screwed out of another match because Brian Bruno's on the run from the cops! I'm not doing this two weeks in a row, Rex. I want some kind of challenge, goddammit! The crowd cheers as Bruce Richards fumes in the center of the ring, looking at Rex Caliber with great frustration. REX CALIBER: Now, Bruce, you and me are friends and everything, so I'm going to let that little outburst slide, okay? But you gotta realize that I'm not going to hastily schedule a match just so that your pride isn't hurt. This is a business, Bruce. I've got to run my business the best way I can. BUT. Not having The Beast wrestle two weeks in a row? That's BAD BUSINESS! So don't fret, NAPW fans! Because tonight, in Regina, Saskatchewan, you WILL see Bruce "The Beast" Richards in action, right in the center of that ring! The crowd gives a huge pop, and Bruce Richards looks a little appeased, as Rex Caliber flashes a huge grin. REX CALIBER: Now, I figure, you got a lot of pent-up aggression in you Bruce, and I figure that just any regular old match ain't gonna satisfy you. Heck, I figure that no one wrestler would satisfy you. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, a BRAND NEW match here on Tuesday Night Fights! "The Beast" versus... Big Sugar! "All Hell For A Basement!" That can only mean one thing! FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponents! "The Moose" Mark Millar and "The Wild Rose" Wayne Wright! Grade "A" Alberta Attitude! The crowd BOOS as both men rush out from behind the curtain and charge the ring! Mark Millar is the first one through the ropes, and he charges The Beast - and he gets a BIG BOOT for his troubles! Wayne Wright charges as well - running clothesline from The Beast! Bruce "The Beast" Richards stands in the center of the ring and ROARS at the crowd as both members of Grade "A" Alberta Attitude try desperately to get back to their feet. BILL HEWSON: Bruce Richards is ON fire in this handicap match! And let's not forget that there's some bad blood between him and the members of Grade "A" Alberta Attitude. The way that "The Moose" treated Tiffany... JACK JONES: What, just because you follow some girl around taking pictures of her unawares, doesn't mean that you've done anything wrong! BILL HEWSON: Yes, Jack, it does! JACK JONES: You're crazy, Hewson. Both Millar and Wright are up on their feet, and circling Bruce "The Beast" Richards, as he tries to keep an eye on both of them. He's unsuccessful, though, as Millar distracts him just long enough for Wright to come in with an axe handle to the back of the head. The two men set him up for a double vertical suplex, but they're having a hard time lifting him up, The Beast kicking his legs, trying to use inertia to keep him on the ground. Grade Triple A tries for the suplex again, but The Beast turns it into a double DDT! He quickly lifts Wayne Wright up and throws him HARD into the far corner; Wright bounces off the turnbuckle and lays flat on the mat. He turns around to face Millar, who's already on his feet, and socks The Beast right in the chops! The Beast's head snaps backÉbut then he turns right back and STARES at Moose, who gulps and tries for a hard chop to the chest! But The Beast shrugs it off, and he just bares his teeth at him! Mark Millar stumbling backwards now, trying to get away from The Beast, who reaches out and grabs him by the hair! He pulls him in close, gives him an axe handle to the chest, and then COBRA CLUTCH BOMB! HeÕs gotta be out! The Beast goes for the pin, One, Two, Thr--Wayne Wright comes in for the save, kicking The Beast in the back of the head! Richards gets to his feet, and Wayne Wright charges him, but Richards grabs him and throws him head over heels with a release German suplex! Mark Millar, struggling to get to his feet, just barely ducked his own opponent there! Mark Millar comes up behind Bruce, locks in, and gets in a German suplex of his own. Millar kicks The Beast in the back of the head a few times, keeping him down on the ground until Wayne Wright has a chance to recover. They pick up their opponent and give him a double Irish whip to the ropes, getting ready for a double shoulder block - DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM THE BEAST! And both men fall to the canvas, and The Beast is on fire! He climbs up to the top rope, no, he wouldn't dare! He does dare! MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE! The Beast falls HARD on both of his opponents, but he's not done! He picks up Mark Millar and sets him up for a Chart Attack, bringing him down on the body of his tag team partner! Grade "A" Alberta Attitude are lying in an 'X' in the middle of the ring, and NOW The Beast goes in for a cover! Both men's shoulders are on the mat! One! Two! Three! FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner! BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS! The referee holds Bruce's hand in the air in victory, and the crowd goes crazy as Grade "A" Alberta Attitude roll out of the ring and make their way to the back! BILL HEWSON: Outnumbered but not outclassed, The Beast shows that he's not someone to be trifled with. JACK JONES: Wayne, Mark, why? You guys...you guys could have been something! This could have been your comeback! What a terrible match! BILL HEWSON: Wait! What's that commotion in the crowd! JACK JONES: Hold on, Hewson! This match might just get redeemed yet! Commotion in the crowd! No! YES! It's Stylin' Kyle Roberts, making his way over the security barrier and blasting Bill Fleming in the back of the head with the ring bell before he knew he was there! He climbs into the ring and sneaks up on Bruce Richards, who's back is turned! He creeps up slowly behind him, raising the bell over his head...but "The Beast" turns around and just stares him down! Kyle freezes, the ring bell still above his head, and stares right back at him, wide-eyed but angry. The crowd is SCREAMING for something to happen, and then something does! Bruce Richards! CLOCKS Kyle Roberts in the face with a hard right; the ring bell clatters to the mat behind him, and now it's Kyle Roberts with a hard left on his former partner! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right Left Right Left RightLeftRightLeftCLOTHESLINE FROM THE BEAST! Kyle Roberts just BLASTED with that clothesline, but he's up quickly on his feet; The Beast charges and TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Bruce Richards on the ground grabbing his back, and Kyle runs at the ropes for a Lionsault, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees Bill Hewson with the barbed wire baseball bat! Hewson swings at Stylin' Kyle, who scrambles backwards, hands over his face, then rolls out of the ring and quickly struts towards the back, The Beast and Bill Fleming shouting insults at him, Kyle Roberts shooting them right back. JACK JONES: Did you see that, Hewson? Did you see that? Bill Fleming went right for Stylin' Kyle's face! That man's face is his bread and butter! He could have scarred him for life! BILL HEWSON: That's the least of which he deserves, as far as I'm concerned.
BILL HEWSON: Oh, Jack Attack, you are too much! Heh. But we're back, and it's time for some EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM ACTION! "Bang Bang To The Rock 'N' Roll" and out comes the Midnight Cowboys, CLINT and STONE ZELLOR, armed with their very own PAPA Z! The crowd is hot for them tonight, but the Cowboys sneer at them and roll into the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: The following is an EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of FOUR HUNDRED and FOURTY FOUR pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by PAPA Z. CLINT and STONE ZELLOR... the MIDNIIIIIIGHT COWBOOOYYYS! Clint and Stone both pose on the ropes, jeering down at the fans... and their music is upturned by "Untouchables" by Scarface. JAY O'BRIEN and KENNY "THE COLOSSAL" KRENSHOV emerge from the curtains, and the crowd gets even hotter. ELI POTTS steps in line behind the Colossal Krenshov. FRANK WARBURTON: And their partners. Weighing in at a combined weight of FIVE HUNDRED and NINETY SIX pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by ELI POTTS... JAY O'BRIEN. KENNY "THE COLOSSAL" KRENSHOV. They are the UNTOUCHABLES! Krenshov and O'Brien both enter the ring, and pleasantries are exchanged with the Cowboys to the disdain of the crowd. Papa Z and Eli Potts both settle in at ringside, two aces up four collective sleeves. JACK JONES: Look at the respect in that ring, Bill Hewson! What a team! BILL HEWSON: The Untouchables and the Midnight Cowboys just want to WIN, Jack Jones. Don't mistake tolerance for respect. "The New Foundation" kicks in, and the crowd gets only marginally happier as PRINCE DARKO and THOMAS YOUNG come out of the back and start slowly making their way to the ring. Krenshov, O'Brien and the Zellors all start cracking knuckles and loosening muscles. FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents. Weighing in at a combined weight of FOUR HUNDRED and SEVENTY TWO pounds. They are the team of PRINCE DARKO and THOMAS YOUNG. The ROYALLLL FOOUUNDATIONNNNN! BILL HEWSON: The Foundation hasn't made many friends going into this match, Jack Attack. And despite all the talk, I can't help but notice that they don't look too eager to step into that ring right now. JACK JONES: Can you blame them, Bill Hewson? I mean, just look at who their partners are! Matt Kurtis and a WOMAN, Lyndsey Valentine! What a joke! I feel bad or these guys! They have an uphill battle tonight, and they know it. And the crowd finally pops. "My Generation" heralds Team Kurtis, "THE ANGRY AMERICAN" MATTHEW KURTIS and "LOVELY" LYNDSEY VALENTINE are representing! FRANK WARBURTON: And their partners. Weighing in at a combined weight of FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY POUNDS. "The Angry American" MATTHEW KURTIS. "Lovely" LYNDSEEEEY VALENTINE. They are representing TEAAAAM KURTIS! Matt Kurtis and Lyndsey Valentine both join The Foundation at ringside, and some wary glances are exchanged. Senior Referee John Sharplin ushers The Untouchables and the Cowboys to their corner, so that they can get to the ring. Some quick words are exchanged, and it looks like Stone Zellor and Thomas Young are starting the match. The bell! The bell! Thomas Young goes to lock-up, but Stone Zellor refuses. Young angrily gives some Stone some verbal incentive, and Stone - smirking - PIMP SLAPS the taste out of Thomas Young's mouth. The crowd begins chanting "You got BITCH SLAPPED! *clap, clap, clap clap clap." And Thomas Young smirks, nursing his cheek. Then he puts his FOOT in Stone Zellor's face, dropping the smaller man with authority. He angrily goes after the smaller Cowboy, but Stone backpeddles to his corner and tags in Jay O'Brien. O'Brien enters the ring, and immediately locks up with Young. The two grapple towards Young's corner, but O'Brien manages to overpower his opponent, locks in an STO and puts Thomas Young on the mat. He starts working to lock Young into his signature Texas Cloverleaf - but Thomas Young reaches out and tags in a primed Prince Darko. The Zamundan Prince leaps into the ring, springs off the ropes, and Dropkicks O'Brien, sending the Untouchable careening into a neutral corner. Young hops to his feet, as O'Brien recovers and charges toward Darko, who catches him. TOTAL CHAOS. Darko covers, and Thomas Young charges O'Brien's corner to stop any interferance... but O'Brien kicks out at one. Sharplin orders Thomas Young to his corner and Prince Darko pulls Jay O'Brien to his feet, and directs him to The Foundation/Kurtis corner. A tag to Matthew Kurtis. Kurtis goes long, rebounding off the ropes, and Darko Irish Whips O'Brien towards him... CLOTHESLINE from HELLLLLLLLL. Another cover! One! Two! And KRENSHOV breaks the pin with authority. The Colossal takes a handfull of Matt's hair, and directs him to the Untouchables/Cowboys corner while Sharplin angrily reprimands him. O"Brien, tailing behind, tags in Krenshov when they reach the corner and climbs out of the ring. Krenshov waves his arms, shooing his partners away from the corner, then, with a running start, SPLASHES Kurtis in the corner. Kurtis hangs in the corner, shaking his head, and Krenshov crahses into him AGAIN. Lyndsay Valentine, at ringside, begins stomping her foot, trying to get the crowd behind Matthew, and the crowd starts clappin along. Even Darko and Young get into it, trying to pump up their partner. Krenshov, sneering, gets a head of steam for a third Body Splash, charges, and gets a face full of The Angry American's BOOT! The Colossal spits into the air and staggers back, while Matthew Kurtis shakes his head and regains his footing. Krenshov angrily glares at his opponent, then charges again with a feral roar! Matt Kurtis surges forward to meet him.. and with a mighty grunt SPINNING SIDE SLAMS THE GIANT! The crowd GOES NUTS! BILL HEWSON: THE POWER! MY GOD THE POWER! JACK JONES: I DID NOT JUST SEE THAT! Krenshov, perhaps rattled, reaches out and tags in Clint Zellor, who rushes into the ring after Matt Kurtis. Clint catches The Angry American, jumping onto his back. Clint, unusually, is at an eight inch, fourty pound disadvantage. Clint applies a headlock, then starts pulling backward. Matthew Kurtis reels, tumbles backward... LUNGBLOWER! Very unorthodox for the larger Zellor brother. Papa Z applauds proudly. Kurtis writhes, clutching at his spine and Clint hits the ropes, rebounds and lands a SICK looking KICK across Kurtis' brainpan. Matt goes limp and Clint turns him over for the pin! One! Two! And Thomas Young breaks it up! Sharplin goes to order Young back to his corner but sees Stone Zellor and Jay O'Brien moving to crash the ring and intercepts them instead! Clint turns on Thomas Young angrily, but Young has already pulled Kurtis into their corner and slid out of the ring. Sharplin turns just to see Prince Darko tag himself in, and Thomas Young pulls Matt Kurtis safely out of the ring. Clint Zellor cries foul, but Sharplin has made his call. And Clint should be paying attention to Prince Darko. He turns into a toe kick... RUNNING DDT. Clint Zellor is planted in the ring, and Darko reaches out to tag in Thomas Young. Young hauls up a stunned Clint, and sets him up on the top ropes... Darko rebounds, leapfrogs... PHASE 2! Prince Darko vacates while Thomas Young rolls up Clint Zellor! One! Two! And Papa Z and Eli Potts pull Thomas Young off of Clint! Thomas Young turns and angrily shouts down at the Managerial Duo, who confusedly look at each other, and play dumb. Which is when John Sharplin comes to the ropes, glares down at them, and EJECTS THEM FROM THE MATCH! Papa Z and Eli Potts both throw immediate hissy fits, and the crowd goes bananas! Good riddence to bad rubbish! The managers, indignant, both make a big show of leaving, fuming the whole way. Sadly, even leaving, they prove distracting to the referee. Stone Zellor crashes the ring with a Mule Kick that makes Thomas Young eat canvas, he helps Clint roll into the Untouchables/Cowboys corner and vacates in time for Sharplin to turn around, the tags himself in. Stone, legally now, leaps into the ring as Thomas Young shakily rises to his feet. Stone on the offensive... Knee Lift! Clothesline! Thomas Young collapses into the ring again, and Stone goes for the pin! One! Kickout at one! Stone, unperturbed, hops to his feet and rushes to a neutral corner, leaping to the top rope... then starts calling for Thomas Young to rise! And rise he does. Stone goes off the top rope... and Thomas Young catches him! DEAD END! Stone CRASHES to the ring, and Young collapses. Both men start crawling for their respective corners, and Lyndsey Valentine again gets the crowd clapping, trying to motivate Thomas Young! Stone reaches his corner first, reaching out and tagging Jay O'Brien's outstretched hand. Jay steps into the ring just as Thomas Young reaches his corner... and "Lovely" Lyndsay Valentine beats Prince Darko to the tag in. JACK JONES: Why is the eye candy tagging in? Is she CRAZY!? Crazy or not, she steps past a blustering Prince Darko who seems to agree with Jack Jones. Jay O'Brien laughs, and shoots a glance at Krenshov and the Cowboys who all join in. O'Brien offers Lyndsey a chance to go back and "tag in a real wrestler", but she smirks and motions for him to bring it on. O'Brien shrugs, smirking, and moves to lock up with her... only to get toe kicked! O'Brien's eyes bug out and he collapses to one knee. Lyndsey hits the ropes... SHINING WIZARD. The crowd goes bugnut, and Lyndsey basks for a second in the cheers, then rishes to a neutral corner.. Krenshov, Clint and Stone all shout for Jay O'Brien to get back up. Glowering, the British wrestler begins rising, angrily shaking his head, and gets to his feet in time to see Lyndsey fly from the top rope. FLYING CLOTHESLINE! O'Brien crumples and the crowd, on it's feet, starts chanting "Lynd-SEY! Lynd-SEY! Lynd-SEY!" Valentine, primed and grinning, waits for the woozy O'Brien to retake his feet. He rises, staggers, turns into another toe kick, and Lyndsey Valentine catches him for the BLOODY VALENTINE! The crowd is going NUTS... but O'Brien SHOVES her away from him, into the ropes! She turns... into a VICIOUS Superkick from Jay O'Brien! The crowd's cheers turn to BOOS and Jay O'Brien, fuming, pulls her to the middle of the ring, and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf! Lyndsey shrieks, and O'Brien laughs... for only as long it takes for Matthew Kurtis' elbow to plunge into his face. Sharplin angrily shouts at Kurtis to get back into his corner, but the Angry American pulls Lyndsey free of the hold and drags her to the Foundation/Kurtis corner, where he pointedly tag himself in to Sharplin. The referee sighs and acknowledges it. O'Brien rises, shaking his head, and sees Krenshov holding out his hand for a tag, staring angrily at Kurtis. O'Brien tags him in. Seems Kenny Krenshov is looking for some payback, and Matthew Kurtis is more than happy to oblige him. The two giants meet in the middle of the ring, and lock up. As tough as he is, though, Matthew Kurtis is just not quite as big or strong as the Colossal Krenshov. Krenshov hooks Kurtis up, FALLAWAY SLAM. The crowd boos, and Krenshov flexes at them, pleased with his own unstoppable power. He reaches down and HAULS Kurtis to his feet angrily, then lifts him up into a GORILLA PRESS... SLAM! Krenshov is reasserting his power, and the crowd continues to boo him mercilessly. He smirks and turns to where Matthew Kurtis is slowly retaking his feet. Krenshov rebunds off the ropes, lifts a leg for the Running Boot, but Kurtis ducks aside! Kenny Krenshov careens into the ropes, staggers back, turns... YAKUZA KICK. Krenshov staggers, teetering. The crowd rises to it's feet, cheering, WILLING the massive man to fall! Matthew Kurtis grabs Krenshov's arm, WHIPS him with all his might into the far neutral corner. Krenshov sags in the corner, angrily shaking his head and looks up to get a face full of Body Splash! The crowd cheers again, and Matthew Kurtis hooks Krenshov's head. With a mighty cry, the Angry American PULLS Krenshov to the first rope. Then with another cry, PULLS him to the second rope. But Kurtis just can't possibly get Krenshov any higher. He's simply TOO BIG. But the second rope is high enough... SU- PER- PLEX! HOLY HELL! Jay O'Brien looks like someone just stole CHRISTMAS. The Midnight Cowboys are agog! THIS CROWD IS ON IT'S FEET! Matthew Kurtis with the pin! One! Two! AND THE TITAN KICKS OUT! Kurtis and Krenshov both slowly begin to rise. Krenshov is red in the face, in total disbelief. He spins on Matthew Kurtis, pulling him fully to his feet, and Irish Whipping him into the ropes. Kurtis helplessly rebounds into a Clothesline that nearly decapitates him! The crowd boos as Krenshov lurches to his corner and tags in O'Brien. O'Brien doesn't hesitate. He hits the turnbuckles as Kurtis rises. LIQUID GRACE! That HAS to be all she wrote! O'Brien with a cover! One! Two! PRINCE DARKO! ZAMUNDA DRIVER! O'Brien lands unceremoniously on his head! Matt Kurtis begins crawling toward his corner as O'Brien rolls away, Prince Darko right on his tail... CLINT ZELLOR! SPEAR! SPEAR! Prince Darko is flattened! Clint rises in time to see THOMAS YOUNG! Toe kick! YOUNG CUTTER! Clint careens away, and Thomas Young turns to go after him... STONE ZELLOR! SLAMMMMMMY TIMMMMMME! John Sharplin has completely lost control! Thomas Young rolls out of the ring, and Stone with a little dance, turns to where Matthew Kurtis... has rises to his feet. SPINEBUSTER! Stone writhes in pain, and Kurtis picks him up, presses the smaller man over his head and HURLS him over the top rope into the mass of Prince Darko, Clint Zellor, Thomas Young and Jay O'Brien at ringside! The Angry American then turns to his corner, desperate for a tag... and there's only one person home. "Lovely" Lyndsey Valentine accepts the tag... just as Kenny Krenshov crashes into Matthew from behind! Krenshov hooks his arm over Kurtis, bends him backward... REVERSE SUPLEX! Matthew Kurtis is laid out! Krenshov angrily laughs down at him, then turns in time to see Lyndsey Valentine on the top rope! The crowd rises to it's feet as one! LYNDSEY FLIES! FRANKENSTEINER... POWERBOMB! LYNDSEY VALENTINE GOES SPLAT! Jay O'Brien - the legal man - scrambles back into the ring! He crawls over and hooks Lyndsey's leg! She might be DEAD! No! NO! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... the team of THE UNTOUCHABLES and the MIDNIIIIGHT COWBOYYYYS! Krenshov and O'Brien vacate the ring as the Royal Foundation members roll back in. Matthew Kurtis crawls over to check on the brutally defeated Lyndsey, and the crowd MERCILESSLY boos the Untouchables and the Midnight Cowboys as they retreat up the ramp. O'Brien and Krenshov looks particularly pleased with themselves. BILL HEWSON: I'm. I'm speechless. For Krenshov to do such a thing... to... to a WOMAN... TWO HUNDRED POUNDS smaller than him! JACK JONES: All's fair, Bill Hewson. She stepped into that ring against 'The Colossal' Krenshov, and she took her life into her hands! Inside the ring, John Sharplin and Matthew Kurtis attend to the KO'd Lyndsey Valentine, Kurtis alternating between concern for her and hateful glares at the Untouchables. Prince Darko and Thomas Young watch the Angry American for a moment, then shake their heads and abandon him in the ring, clearly sickened at the whole situation, and their loss. We cut to commercial as medics and road agents emerge from the back to help with Valentine in the ring.
JACK JONES: And this brings us to tonight, Hewson, and we're going to see who the better man is. The limey or the freak. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, hailing from Manchester, England ... YOURS TRULY, ADAM BENJAMIN! The crowd begins to cheer as Europe's "Final Countdown" begins playing and this Regina crowd is just waiting to 'sing' along. Adam Benjamin finally emerges from behind the curtain and begins to walk down the aisle, slapping hands with the willing fans as he goes. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent. From 'The Shadows', he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds ... SEBASTIEN MARTYR! And the crowd's cheers turn to boos as Sebastien Martyr steps out into the aisle. "Sober" by Tool playing throughout the arena as the mysterious competitor solemnly and slowly walks down the aisle. He gets showered by a few random items of trash as this match is almost ready to start. The bell sounds as both men are in the ring and ready for action. Chants for "Yours Truly" begin as the competitors enter a collar and elbow tie up. Neither man gains the initial advantage as they jockey for position. Roaming around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, off the turnbuckles with each man trying to gain the upper hand. They head back into the center of the ring before Martyr breaks the grapple with a rake to the eyes. Adam Benjamin takes a step back as Martyr connects with a boot to the midsection and a side headlock. But his slightly larger opponent manages to push him off and against the ropes as Benjamin gets a drop toe hold. Into the reverse chinlock. He wrenches the hold in, but both men are soon back to vertical bases as the chinlock turns into a side headlock. And, unsurprisingly, Martyr does as his opponent did earlier and pushes Benjamin off and towards the ropes - lariat attempt ducked, and countered with an arm drag! Martyr gets back to his feet, but "Yours Truly" hits another arm drag, keeping this one in for an arm bar submission hold. The crowd are firmly behind Adam Benjamin here as Martyr climbs back to his feet whilst still in the arm bar. Benjamin works the arm a bit, wrenching it before hitting a knee to the midsection. An Irish whip sends Sebastien to the corner - - ROARING ELBOW! Benjamin just clattered into his opponent with the roaring elbow and Sebastien Martyr is reeling. A Northern Lights release suplex takes Martyr down as Benjamin rolls into a lateral press. One! Tw--No! Not even a two count as Martyr kicks out! BILL HEWSON: Quick kick-out by Martyr, but it's the technical whizkid"Yours Truly" locking in a chinlock before Martyr can do anything else! JACK JONES: With the exception of raking the eyes. Which he did successfully. BILL HEWSON: Well, sure. Benjamin stands up as Sebastien jumps back to his feet. He goes against the ropes, hitting Benjamin with a lariat upon his return. Adam gets back up again, if only to wander into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex as Sebastien seems to be picking up a head of steam here. He drags Benjamin back to a vertical base before throwing him down, throat first across the middle rope. And, with a knee down across the back of his opponent's neck, Martyr begins to blatantly choke Benjamin out. Morgan Smythe begins the count. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--" Break! Smythe admonishes Sebastien for not breaking the hold earlier, but he goes straight back to the choke. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!" Break! Martyr releases the hold as he lifts his opponent up and slams him down with 'THE PRESTIGE'! Hook of the leg. One! Two! Thr-NO! Benjamin kicks out, but Martyr tries again, this time with a forearm across the face. One! Tw-NO! Another kick out! Adam Benjamin is dragged back to his feet by a handful of hair before being caught by a few forearm shots. A boot to the midsection ensues and "Yours Truly" is soon up in the air for a stalling suplex. Sebastien holds him there for a few seconds - wait - BENJAMIN DROPS DOWN THE BACK! He's landed on his feet! German suplex by Adam Benjamin! Out of nowhere or out of desperation, but it did the job! BILL HEWSON: One HELL of a german suplex by Adam Benjamin, both men are down! Benjamin's trying to get up, so's Martyr, we're going into end game! Both men are down momentarily, but it's "Yours Truly" who's up first. Martyr follows suit, but he's pancaked by a DDT as Benjamin crawls towards the ropes. He uses them to get back to his feet as Sebastien is on his knees in the center of the ring, then back to his feet. He's caught off guard by a stiff chop to the chest as Adam Benjamin forces him back into the corner. Another stiff chop, and about four more before an Irish whip sends Martyr across the ring - chest first into the top turnbuckle! Martyr is scooped up for the spinning back suplex - but his legs smack Morgan Smythe in the face! THE REFEREE IS DOWN and Benjamin drills his opponent into the canvas. But he needs Smythe to be conscious to count the cover - LOW BLOW! Sebastien Martyr just hit "Yours Truly" with a low blow. The fans boo loudly, but Martyr is standing. He hooks the arms - SACRIFICE! And Morgan Smythe recovers just in time. One! Two! Three! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... SEBASTIENNNN MARTYRRRR! BILL HEWSON: Hell of a match we just witnessed, but Sebastien Martyr steals the victory here tonight!
BILL HEWSON sits in stunned silence. Thank goodness for Carlos Santana and that dude from Matchbox 20! FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW Pure Honor Championship. Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Raul Havok, is THE CHAMPION. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty pounds... CHRRRRRIS CASINNNNO! And the fans give the man the reception he deserves. A bandaged and bruised Casino makes his way to the ring. Havok sports some bandages as well, and both men take their time. Not arrogance (well, not entirely) but they're just damn sore after the fight last week. Casino gets in the ring and salutes the Regina fans with what looks to be a "You're number one" finger salute. Havok just smirks. "Frankenstein" takes over the speakers, and the fans are a bit happier to see the challenger. FRANK WARBURTON: And the challenger, from Salmon River, British Columbia! He weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-two pounds... KEVINNNN KOOOODIAK! BILL HEWSON: Kevin Kodiak came up short in his quest to become the number one contender to the NAPW title, but tonight he gets the chance to be Pure Honor champ! JACK JONES: But can he beat the technical marvel, the master of the sweet science of- BILL HEWSON: Cheating? JACK JONES: I prefer to think of it as liberal interpretation of the rules. Casino and Kodiak shake hands, and referee John Sharplin calls for the bell. The two men lock up, and Kodiak pushes Casino to the mat, then grabs the leg, trying to get the Bear Trap early on the weakened champion. Casino gets a boot right under Kodiak's chin and slips away. Kodiak quickly recovers and gets a hold of Casino's ankles, and drags him towards the centre of the ring. Casino, who seemed to have misjudged Kodiak's power, grabs onto the bottom rope to force Kodiak to let go. FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his first rope break! BILL HEWSON: Chris Casino making a wise move there. He's in no condition to withstand any type of submission tonight. He needs to get this over quick. JACK JONES: Please, Hewson! Casino can go all night if he has to. BILL HEWSON: There's a joke in there that I'm not going to make... Casino is back on his feet. Kodiak grabs the champion and sets up for a vertical suplex. The challenger lifts Casino up, and delays the drop for what seems like an eternity! The crowd is counting One... Two... Three.... Four... ... They get up to eleven before Kodiak drops his man down hard on the mat. Casino writhes in pain, Kodiak covers, Sharplin with the count! One.. Two.. Casino kicks out! Kodiak slaps a headlock on the champ, trying to wear him out. Casino can't power out of it. It looks like he wants to jab a thumb in Kodiak's eye, but then remembers the match he's in. Casino tries to slip out of the hold, but Kodiak shifts his weight so that the hold is even harder to break. Finally Casino grabs the bottom rope. FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his second rope break! Casino slides out of the ring, trying to catch his breath. Kodiak follows. He grabs Casino, but gets an elbow to the gut, and now Casino hits a Russian Leg sweep... and Kodiak gets driven into the guard rail! Sharplin is quick to get on Casino's case, but Casino is insisting that he had no clue the rail was that close behind him. "An accident" he says. Then gets in the ring to argue his case some more. He may actually have a point.. no, he's keeping Sharplin's attention off of Raul Havok, who is putting the boots to Kodiak. The fans are not amused. JACK JONES: Raul Havok trying to rescue Kevin Kodiak by stamping out a fire! BILL HEWSON: What? JACK JONES: Well, Kodiak has been on fire of late. With his wins. Too bad Casino's going to put it out tonight! BILL HEWSON: If your logic got any more twisted... Havok has moved away from Kodiak, just as Sharplin turns around. Kodiak rises to his feet, only to be knocked down by Casino, who dives through the ropes. Both men are on the ground, and Sharplin begins the 20 count. Kodiak struggles to his feet and makes back into the ring.. wait, Casino has a hold of Kodiak's foot. Kodiak tries to kick Casino off, Casino ducks the boot, and plants an elbow on the knee of Kodiak. JACK JONES: That's it Chris! Hobble the big man! Kodiak is caught by surprise, and is in a lot of pain. He tries to put weight on the leg, to walk off the injury, but Casino is quick to chop block his bigger opponent. He slides back into the ring, allowing Sharplin to count out the challenger. The fans boo as Casino stands by the corner turnbuckle. He smirks as he watches another win come his... Kodiak is back up, and he's made it back into the ring! Just in time. Casino is furious. Incredulous. And Pissed. He dropkicks Kodiak in the injured knee, dropping the big man. Casino covers! One... two... Kodiak kicks out! Casino goes for a headlock of his own. Kodiak grabs the tights and rolls Casino onto his back for a pin fall, but Sharplin notices the tight pull. FRANK WARBURTON: For pulling the tights, Kevin Kodiak has been penalized one rope break. Kodiak argues this, as he didn't use the tights to get leverage for a pinfall, but rules are rules. Except for Chris Casino. He chop blocks Kodiak AGAIN, then tries to wrap the injured leg around the ring post. Sharplin breaks this up. Casino figures he had a five count. Sharplin knows the rules. What he doesn't know is Havok is interfering again, slamming the injured leg against the ring post. Casino goes to work the injured limb, Havok slips back to his side of the ring, feigning innocence, and Sharplin has to accept Havok's word, even if he doesn't believe it. Casino going for a figure four leg lock of his own. It's a struggle to get the hold on the big man, but Casino finally manages to get the hold locked in! Kodiak yells out in pain! He could just reach over and punch Casino, but that would cost him rope breaks. He fights hard, trying to turn over and reverse the pressure of the hold. Casino sure as hell doesn't want that, so he fights to stay in position. This is where Kodiak's forty pound size advantage comes into play. He gets the hold turned over, and now Casino is the one yelling in pain. And also close to the ropes. He reaches out and grabs hold. FRANK WARBURTON: Chris Casino has used his final rope break! Casino is in trouble. Kodiak knows it. But is still having trouble standing. He drags Casino up, and whips him into the ropes. He hits a clothesline, but it doesn't have the impact it normally would. But it still does damage, and Casino goes down. Kodiak covers! One... two... Casino with the kick-out! Kodiak hits a perfectly legal double axe hand chop, knocking Casino flat on his back! Another cover, but Casino kicks out again! Kodiak is starting to get frustrated. He drags Casino back to his feet, whips Casino into the ropes, then goes for the NORTHERN BC LARIAT!... Casino ducks, then hits a dragon leg whip on Kodiak! Kodiak is hurting again, and Casino goes for the cover! One... two... Kodiak gets his shoulder up. Casino is angry that the big man won't stay down. He tries to whip Kodiak into the corner turnbuckle, but Kodiak won't budge. Casino with a boot to the face, tries the whip again. he whips Kodiak... Kodiak reverses and Casino goes flying into the turnbuckles and over the top rope, crashing to the floor! BILL HEWSON: Casino is down and he may be out! Finally a new Pure Honor champion! JACK JONES: I don't see Kodiak's arm raised yet, Hewson. Indeed. Kodiak goes out to grab Casino and toss him back into the ring. Casino tries to get away but Kodiak has him! He lifts Casino up, almost like he's going to slam him... KODIAK JUST DROPPED CASINO THROAT FIRST ACROSS THE GUARD RAIL!! Sharplin caught it and calls for the DQ, despite Kodiak's protest! FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, Kevin Kodiak has been disqualified for using blatant illegal tactics. Your winner, and still Pure Honor Champion, CHRIS CASINO! The fans are booing. Kodiak is furious. And there seems to be something wrong with his eye. BILL HEWSON: I don't understand why Kodiak would do that. He was so close to winning! JACK JONES: Some men have no respect for the rules. And look at Chris Casino! Look at how he carries the name of pure honor with pride. BILL HEWSON: Wait a second, we're getting a different camera angle here. We see the replay. As Kodiak lifts up Casino, Casino manages to jab his thumb in Kodiak's eye. Kodiak of course drops Casino... and Sharplin never saw the infraction. BILL HEWSON: Casino knew he'd get dropped across the railing! And yet he still... JACK JONES: My hero... Casino holds his belt up high as he smirks at the booing crowd. The (Im)Pure Champion reigns a little longer. Tough break for Kevin Kodiak...
FRANK WARBURTON: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NAPW Championship!! "Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen hits and the fans go nuts! FRANK WARBURTON: Coming to the ring first, weighing in two-hundred and thirty-five pounds and hailing from Staten Island, New York...the Italian Stallion! SIMMMPLLLY BEAUTIFULLLL! Simply Beautiful is already making his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the outstretched hands of the fans. He slides into the ring and we get a nice "Let's go SB!" chant. The heavy strains of "Path" by Apocalyptica pounds the sound system into submission as the NAPW Champion steps out from the back. FRANK WARBURTON: And introducing the NAPW Champion! Hailing from Brooklyn New York and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds... "The Shooter"! RAVAGERRRRR! Ravager, title belt draped over his shoulder, stalks down to ringside. The crowd is split 50/50 with their chants. The "Let's go SB!" chants doing battle with the "Rav! Rav! Rav!" The champion climbs into the ring, gives Simply Beautiful an icy stare and hands over the NAPW Heavyweight Title. BILL HEWSON: This is Simply Beautiful's golden opportunity! Just last week he won a four way match to get this title shot and he plans to make the most of it! JACK JONES: Oh whatever, Simply Beautiful is the biggest choke artist in NAPW! The referee calls for the bell and this championship match is underway! The two men meet in the center of the ring and exchange heated words as the fans continue their dueling chants. Ravager roughly shoves SB backwards and SB quickly returns the favor. The two men lock up, neither man willing to give any advantage to the other. Ravager breaks the collar and elbow tie up and clubs SB with a big right hand that snaps the challengers head back. Another right hand staggers Simply Beautiful and the challenger stumbles back into the near corner. Simply Beautiful catches Ravager coming in with a boot to the gut and pops him across the chest with a searing reverse knife edge chop! Another chop across the chest of Ravager elicits a "Wooooo!" chant from the crowd. A third chop across the chest and Ravager is being backed up across the ring! Before Ravager can feel another blistering chop, he drives a knee into the gut of SB doubling him over. Ravager drives a knee into the head of SB that sends the beautiful one crashing to the mat. Ravager lands a boot to the head of SB as the challenger tried to cover up. Ravager pulls Simply Beautiful to his feet and shoots him into the ropes connecting with a back body drop on the rebound! Ravager goes for a quick cover but gets a one count. BILL HEWSON: Ravager is looking to end this one early! After their last encounter I don't blame him! Ravager drags Simply Beautiful to his feet and smashes him across the face with a heavy forearm. Ravager tries to whip SB back into the ropes but it's reversed! Simply Beautiful takes Ravager off of his feet with a (pardon the pun) beautiful dropkick to the head! Ravager scrambles to his feet only to get nailed by the Spin Doctor from Simply Beautiful! Ravager rolls to the outside to break the momentum and some of the ringside fans get on his case. As Ravager is jaw jacking with the folks at ringside, Simply Beautiful uses the tope rope to propel him to the outside! Ravager turns just in time to get squashed with a flying body block from Simply Beautiful that sends both men crashing to the hard floor! Simply Beautiful slowly pulls himself up and drags Ravager up with him. From nowhere Ravager grabs SB around the waist, hoists him up and drops him throat first across the ring barrier in a hot shot maneuver! Ravager slides in and then out of the ring to break the referees count as SB struggles from breath. Ravager grabs Simply Beautiful and goes to smash him headfirst into the ringpost only to have it blocked! SB bounces the head of Ravager off of the ringpost and the champion rolls back into the ring! BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful reverses it! He told us earlier that he's not leaving here tonight without the Heavyweight Title! JACK JONES: The only way he's leaving with the Heavyweight Title is if he steals it out of Ravager's bag! Simply Beautiful slides into the ring and rolls Ravager up from behind with a pin attempt! Ravager kicks out at two but SB won't be deterred that easy. Simply Beautiful hits the near ropes and springboards off of the second rope catching Ravager with a back elbow just as the champion is getting back to his feet! Another pin gets SB another two count as the champ kicks out with authority! Simply Beautiful pulls Ravager to his feet and nails a snap suplex that leaves the champ laying prone in the center of the ring. SB gets to his feet, points to the turnbuckle and the crowd goes nuts as the challenger walks over and goes for his triple jump moonsault! Ravager gets his knees up and they connect with the ribs of the former pure honor champion! As Simply Beautiful lays on the mat holding his ribs, Ravager wastes no time in pulling the stunned challenger to his feet and locking in a full nelson. Ravager tries for his Last Resort but SB blocks it! Ravager lets go of the full nelson and hits a clothesline across the back of SB's head dropping him to one knee! Ravager locks in his hold and tries to put away Simply Beautiful but the challenger blocks it again! BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful is doing all he can to stay away from Ravager's finisher! Nobody kicks out of The Last Resort! Ravager spins SB around and takes him up and over with a T Bone suplex! Ravager quickly goes for a cover but SB kicks out at two! Ravager pulls SB to his feet and shoots him into the far corner following him in, only to get a boot from Simply Beautiful to the face! Ravager staggers back and SB pulls himself to the second rope and takes to the air nailing the champ with a flying shoulder block! Simply Beautiful looks as if he's had enough as he mounts Ravager and lays in with big rights and lefts at the head of the champ! Ravager is able to shove him off and he scrambles to get to a vertical base. SB pops the champ with a standing dropkick that drops the champ and then follows up with a second rope springboard moonsault! Ravager kicks out at two and the crowd lets out an "ohhhhhhhh!" So close. Simply Beautiful pulls the champ to his feet but Ravager quickly hooks the arms of the challenger and lays into him with a trio of stiff headbutts! Ravager releases SB and the challenger staggers back to the ropes where he takes a clothesline that sends him over the top and down to the floor below! BILL HEWSON: Ravager is again in control of this match! JACK JONES: Like that's any kind of shock! Ravager rolls to the outside and stomps Simply Beautiful in the face with a big boot. The referee is yelling for the men to bring it back inside but the champ pays him no mind as he pulls SB to his feet. Ravager looks to Irish whip SB into the ring steps but it's reversed! Ravager hits the ring steps knees first and flips over them landing hard on the arena floor! Simply Beautiful breaks the referees count and then watches as Ravager pulls himself to his feet. Simply Beautiful takes a run at the ring steps, leaps to the top step and takes flight nailing Ravager with a clothesline! Again the dueling chants start up as both men lay exhausted on the outside. Simply Beautiful pulls Ravager to his feet and shoots him into the ring before he climbs up onto the ring apron himself. As Ravager lays motionless on the mat, SB climbs to the top rope and goes for his New York Nightmare! Ravager moves at the last second and SB hits hard! Ravager drapes an arm over Simply Beautiful and gets a two count. BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful refuses to stay down! JACK JONES: Maybe he's out on his feet? The referee might need to stop this thing! Ravager is to his feet first and pulls Simply Beautiful to his feet. Ravager spins SB around and again tries to go for his Last Resort! Again SB blocks it! SB stomps the foot of Ravager once, twice and finally a third time breaking the full nelson applied to him! Ravager looks pissed as he grabs Simply Beautiful and hits a high German suplex onto the challenger! Ravager quickly goes for cover but SB breaks the count at two by placing his foot on the bottom rope! Ravager yanks Simply Beautiful to his feet but takes a rake to the face that stops him cold! One impact DDT later and it's Ravager that's laying on the mat as SB makes the cover! Ravager rolls his shoulder and breaks the count at two! Both men struggle to their feet and Simply Beautiful lands a back kick to the ribs of Ravager doubling him over! Simply Beautiful hooks Ravager and nails a Mick Foley style stump pulling piledriver! The crowd counts along with the referee, one, two, Ravager kicks out! Simply Beautiful pulls Ravager to his feet, hits an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a clothesline off of the ropes. Another pin and another two count for the challenger! BILL HEWSON: So close! Ravager came within a second of losing the title! Simply Beautiful pulls Ravager to his feet and whips him into the ropes, he drops his head a moment to early and the champ hits a brutal kick to the upper body of the challenger! Ravager hooks Simply Beautiful from behind but before he can go for his finisher, SB simply drops to the canvas and takes Ravager off of his feet with an ankle pick. Simply Beautiful tries for a leg lace but is kicked off by the champ. Ravager scrambles to his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head from SB! Another shot has Ravager stumbling! Simply Beautiful hits the near ropes and goes for another forearm shiver but Ravager ducks under, hooks SB and finally nails his Last Resort! The referee drops to the mat and slaps it three times as Simply Beautiful is unable to kick out! BILL HEWSON: It's over! Ravager was finally able to hit his finisher and it was all she wrote for Simply Beautiful! JACK JONES: What a shocker.... Ravager rolls away from Simply Beautiful and yells at the referee to get his damn belt. FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner, and still NAPW Champion....Ravager! BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful showed everyone tonight that he belongs in the main events here in NAPW! JACK JONES: What match did you watch? Ravager is handed his belt and rolls out of the ring leaving a disappointed looking Simply Beautiful behind. Ravager heads up the entrance way and disappears behind the curtain. Suddenly Lloyd Rees comes out of the crowd, slips into the ring and nails Simply Beautiful from behind with the Republic of Newfoundland championship belt! Rees lays into SB with kicks as Ol' Salty struts out from the back, flask in hand. BILL HEWSON: It's Rees! What's he doing out here? JACK JONES: These two men ain't exactly the best of friends. The crowd explodes as Ravager rushes out from the back, clubs Ol' Salty from behind and slips into the ring for the save! Rees rushes the NAPW Champion but takes a back drop over the top rope that sends him down to the floor! The entire crowd is standing as Ravager stands in front of Simply Beautiful ,protecting a man who moments earlier tried to take his title. Rees and Salty make their retreat as Ravager helps SB to his feet. JACK JONES: Sportsmanship? Ugh! Simply Beautiful looks at Ravager...And shoves him away! Ravager looks confused as SB yells that "He had it under control!" before rolling out of the ring to a mixed reaction. Ravager watches on as Simply Beautiful leaves the ringside area, his head down and a look of frustration etched on his face. BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful wanted no part in Ravager helping him. What a tough evening for the challenger... but going into Sole Survivor II, Ravager is still the NAPW Champion. What a match that will be, Jack Jones, RAVAGER vs "SICK" BILLY KRYENIK! We'll be right back.
BILL HEWSON: Our third of four title matches here tonight, the tag championship on the line. Jack Attack, Next Generation have been waiting for this title shot for some time now. The question is, will Santiago be at 100% after the brutal assault he received from the Untouchables two weeks ago? JACK JONES: This is title gold, Bill Hewson! If Santiago can crawl, he better be willing to crawl to the arena or he shouldn't even be in this business. It's all about gold. The infamous gong rocks hard through the arena. The salsa music then comes in playing even louder. Next Generation walk through the curtains alongside of Leo Mack, the fans giving NextGen a great ovation as they make way into the ring. Santiago looks a little worse for wear still, but he's ready for action. Sakai is focused. FRANK WARBURTON: And now! From St. Paul, Minnesota and Windsor, Ontario! With a total weight of Four-Hundred and Sixty-Four pounds, they are your Tag Team Champions... SICK BILLY KRYENIK AND SUPERSTAR THOMAS DEATHROW! DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDERRRRRRRRRRRRRS! Stinkfist fills the arena up, Thomas and Billy make their way through the curtain and the crowd stands and cheers almost louder then the entrance song. Both men wielding the Tag Titles, slapping fives with the crowed and using their cheers to get pumped. They make their way into the ring, handing the titles to the ref. The ref holds both titles in the air, then hands it to the time keeper. The bell rings and this match underway. Santiago and Thomas lock up into a elbow-collar. Both men testing each others strength . Thomas wining this battle , shoves Santiago across the ring like a pillow. Santiago, no push over, makes his way back to his feet, bouncing off the ropes connecting with a huge dropsault. Santiago with intentions of finishing this match quick goes for the pin. ONE! JACK JONES: You gotta be kidding me if he thought he could win with that little drop kick. BILL HEWSON: Santiago throws one of the prettiest dropkicks I've seen in a long time. Stranger things have happened. But this is one way of telling the champions that Next Generation is serious tonight, they are gunning for the titles. By Bill's comment, you can tell Thomas kicked out. Santiago being the quicker of the two rushes to the ropes, Thomas just making it to his knees receives a dropkick to the kisser, knocking Thomas back to the mat. Santiago goes for a leg drop, Thomas moving out of harms way in the last second, leaving Santiago to meet the mat butt first. Santiago now favoring his bum, Thomas taking advantage of this opportunity, lands a mean kick to the bum of Santiago. Santiago jumps to his knees and crawls his way to the ropes for a breather. Thomas then hops onto Santiago, Santiago hitting the floor. Thomas goes in for a pin. ONE, TWO, foot on the ropes. BILL HEWSON: That's good sense of the ring. JACK JONES : That's nothing, even Stevie Wonder could had found the ropes. Thomas picks up the lifeless body of Santiago and places his head under his arms, drags him towards Billy. Thomas making the first tag of the match. Thomas lifts the arm of Santiago and Billy delivers a hard kick to the mid section of Santiago. Santiago falls to the floor begins to crawl towards Sakai. Billy grabs a hold of the leg of Santiago, lifts the leg up and drops it hard to the canvas. He repeats the action once more. Then again.. BILL HEWSON : I'd really hate to be in the shoes of Santiago right now. JACK JONES : Yeah, it must be painful, I heard he has small feet. Billy locks in Branch Breaker. Santiago screams in agonizing pain. Santiago is strong, but this may be the end for him. JACK JONES : Next Generation can kiss those tag titles away. BILL HEWSON : I don't know Jack, Santiago is a tough competitor, you can never count him out. Sakai can't bear to watch his partner in pain anymore, he explodes through the ropes. Delivers a hard drop kick to the back of the head of Billy, rescuing Santiago in the nick of time, Sakai then drags his partner closer to his corner. Sakai, stands back on the apron, and drops a blind tag. JACK JONES : That's cheating, plain and simple. BILLY HEWSON : No Jack, that's tag team cooperation at it's highest form. Sakai and Billy both stand center ring exchanging hard glares at each other. WHAT'S THIS? The Midnight Cowboys now come to ringside, Papa Z carries a Picket sign that reads "NEW TAG CHAMPS". BILL HEWSON : Coming to scout the competition, I'm sure. Gee Jack, do you think they'll interfere? JACK JONES : You think you can shut up and let me watch the damn match? Billy is distracted by this little visit., Sakai punishes him with a Gamengiri. Billy falls to mat with a dazed look in his eyes. Sakai then locks in the Muta Lock, Sakai holds it in with fierce tenacity. Thomas knowing this may lead to the titles changing hands, breaks the lock, and knocks Santiago off the apron. The ref, more concerned with the Cowboys hitting the downed Santiago, leaves Thomas and Billy alone with Sakai. Sakai knowing heÕll have to fight his way out. Rushes to the ropes and bounces off with a huge clothes line. Knocking both men down. JACK JONES : Looks like weÕll be getting more company! Kenny Krenshov, Jay O'Brien and Eli Potts make way to ring side, surveying the match. Sakai is immediately aware of the unwanted company. Sakai jumps over the ropes crashing into all three men! The best defense is a good offense! Santiago makes it to his feet. The Cowboys pay no mind to the ref and begin to pound away on Santiago! Thomas and Billy devise a plan in the ring. Billy goes out to pound away on The Untouchables along with Sakai. Thomas exits the ring and approaches The Cowboys from behind, stealing Papa Z's sign! He swings away on the Cowboys... JACK JONES: OH GOD NO! ...and then locks in the Sweaty Ball Claw on Papa Z! But wait! Santiago spears Thomas and begins to bombard Thomas with punches. Billy and Sakai start stomping Jay O'Brien into puddle. Krenshov delivers a powerful clothesline to Billy and Sakai almost decapitating both men. Clint yanks Santiago off of Thomas and tosses him into the ring. Stone then tosses Thomas in to the ring as well. Jay and Kenny toss both Billy and Sakai into the ring. All eight men are now in the ring, all four teams stand in designated corners, looking all in the eyes. All eight men charge at each other. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. Security comes in to break up the fighting. BILL HEWSON : Looks like it's gonna take more than security to stop this war. My God! In that instance double the amount of security come in to break up the fighting. The ring is fills up with security. All four teams are shoved into corners by the security. The teams begin to exchange verbal lashes with one another... there are noticeably more security holding back KRENSHOV. These four teams will collide for the NAPW Tag Titles at SOLE SURVIVOR II! And it's going to be out of control, guaranteed.
JACK JONES: Right, Hewson. You have the current Provincial Champion, "The Devastator" Kurt Castle. The reigning TV Champion, a man who's got a history with Castle, "The Show" Chad Kurtis. Then you factor in Jeff James - a man who held the TV title longer and defended it more successfully than any other champion --- and arguably the greatest Provincial Champion ever, "LDK" Lloyd Rees. This is going to be one hell of a match, Hewson. BILL HEWSON: And when the dust settles, only one champion will remain. Let's go to the ring. And here we go. First up? AkForty. "Farther Away." And to the tunes comes a man garnering some intense cheers. The crowd is on their feet as Jeff James comes through that curtain, eyes intense. He's been making huge waves lately about the demise of Action! and the TV Title... BILL HEWSON: This man right here has voiced some strong opinions over the last week. Jeff James wants to win this match badly, Jack Jones, and try to keep the TV Title alive. You can't really blame him, the belt currently held by Chad Kurtis is a huge part of James' history in NAPW. JACK JONES: He broke records, Bill Hewson! And now... The Black Keys? That's new... but the crowd is only momentarily confused. Out comes a man they know and loathe. Lloyd Rees. He's got new tights on, and is followed by a much better dressed Ol' Salty, now known as John Salty. He's got a Bobby Heenan type look going on. Well, it is better than his old slickers. He is carrying Lloyd's "Republic of Newfoundland" Championship. BILL HEWSON: New look for Mr. Rees. And what is with Ol' Salty's outfit? JACK JONES: You mean John Salty, manager of champions. It's an insult that the Republic of Newfoundland championship is not involved in this match, I tell you. Next up... The crowd pops again! "COCKY", KID ROCK. And here comes the current and reigning TELEVISION CHAMPION! "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS sprints to the ring, he is fired up! And then... "Untouchables" by Scarface. The last man. The Provincial Champion. Clad in his long, hooded vinyl trenchcoat is one Kurt Castle. He slowly comes to the ring, eyes hidden by his hood until he comes to the ring. He rips the hood off and leaps up to the ring apron, an impressive sight from the near three-hundred pounder. Castle undoes his coat, revealing the Provincial Title around his waist underneath. Each man is in a corner, referee Dick Kiebiech assigned to this one. Frank Warburton in the center of the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the FOUR-CORNER ELIMINATION MATCH... the winner will unify the Television and Provincial Champions! In this contest, a wrestler is eliminated when he is pinned or made to submit. There are no count-outs and no disqualifications. When two wrestlers are remaining... the finall fall will be contested... AS A LADDER MATCH! GASP BILL HEWSON: A ladder match?! This is news to me, Jack Attack! JACK JONES: These wrestlers didn't know about that! That's unfair! That's horrible! BILL HEWSON: It just goes to show you how big of a deal this is for NAPW! The TV and Provincial Titles are huge parts of our history! The crowd is abuzz in surprise, but each wrestler looks unfazed by the news. They knew. They were told. And they are determined, each one of them. Kurt Castle's face is stone-cold. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing the participants! First, from Chicago Illinois. He is the longest-reigning Television Champion of all time in NAPW, and a member of THE FOUNDATION. Ladies and gentlemen... JEFF! JAAAAMES! Introducing second... a former three-time Provincial Champion, and the official longest reigning Provincial Champion of all time. Ladies and gentlemen, from Bell Island Newfoundland "THE LEMONDR---" Lloyd Rees cuts Warburton off, telling him something else. In Newfese. Warburton looks confused, but then gets back to work. FRANK WARBURTON: I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland... I give you "LDK" LLOYD REEEEES! And now, introducing the CURRENT and REIGNING NAPW TV CHAMPION! Hailing from Paducah Kentucky... THE LAST ACTION! HERO! "THE SHOW" CHAAAAD KURTISSS! And finally, he is the reigning PROVINCIAL CHAMPION! A member of The Untouchables, from Rochester New York... "THE DEVASTATOR!" KURRRRRT CASTLLLLLLE! The referee takes each title belt from the respective champion. He holds them up to the crowd, then straps them to the lowered cable. The cable rises up... and then, the bell. It's on. Chad Kurtis and Jeff James bump knuckles, they've made it clear that they're fighting for the honor of the TV Title. Lloyd Rees and Kurt Castle share no such respect. All four men go at one time, this one is waiting... Kurtis and James rush Castle and Rees! Firing shots in the ropes, the smaller men in the match are going to bring it right off the bat. Irish whips, Rees and Castle each able to get a reversal. JAMES! KURTIS! STEREO SPRINGBOARD DROPKICKS! Rees gets down and rolls to the outside for a conference with Salty, but Kurt Castle has no such luck or desire. Instead he gets up, James & Kurtis opening up with alternating knife-edge chops on the chest of the Provincial Champion. Castle then gets double irish whipped to the ropes, but he comes off with a double clothesline to James and Kurtis! Castle using his strength and size to take advantage, and then he's quick to grab Jeff James. He fires away, leaving James in the corner. Chad takes a run, Castle catches the man with a belly-to-belly suplex. Unbelievable. And Lloyd Rees is still on the outside, that sneaky son of a bitch. In any event, Castle pulls up Chad Kurtis and scoop slams his man. Big elbow drop and the first cover of the match from Castle, that gets two. Castle again pulls Kurtis up --- Jeff James flies in! He hits the facebuster, then holds on for an arm triangle choke! Could be a submission here, but instead, Castle is able to somehow take his feet... he backs into the ropes, tumbling over with James attached. They separate on the way down, both men picking up CHAD KURTIS! THE SHOOOOOW! SHOOTING STAR OFF THE TOP ROPE! He wipes out both men, moreso Castle, but James got taken down as well. The Show is first up, and again he goes for Castle. Jeff James and Chad Kurtis want this match to come down to just them, and they have so far worked towards a common goal. Kurtis rolls "The Devastator" back into the ring. He fires right forearm shots, then runs off the ropes --- caught by Castle! INTO A GORILLA PRESS SLAM! And Castle drops Chad Kurtis non-chalantly behind him. Watch out for Jeff James on the top rope though with a flying lariat! He gets a cover, Castle kicks out at two. James pulls Castle up, looking for the JAMES EFFECT --- a big elbow from Castle shuts that down. Instead James gets a neckbreaker for his troubles, hangman style in the center of the ring. Castle hooks a leg, one, two, James with the shoulder up. Castle gets up and boots James to the ring apron, turning his attention once again to his long-time rival "The Show." He gets the pump-handle slam on Chad Kurtis, but doesn't go for a pin. Instead, he hauls Kurtis up and puts him on the top rope. What's this here? The Devastator is going for the big top rope DDT! But Jeff James is back up instead, he's going after Castle. He's got the man from behind, trying a german suplex, Castle plants his center of gravity down instead. James switches it up, russian leg sweep! That gets Castle down, and now it's THE SHOW coming from the top rope! Big splash! Cover on Castle gets ONE! TWO! Annnnd... big kick-out by Kurt Castle! James and The Show back to the double-team, it's all legal in this match, it's for all the marbles, the unified Provincial and TV Championship! They hook up... double suplex on Castle! Big move there, and now Jeff James with a standing moonsault! Cover one, two, PRESSED OFF. James goes flying almost outside the ring as The Devastator uses some momentum. And in point of fact, Castle is shockingly quick to his feet, eyes blazing with anger. He runs over Kurtis with a lariat OH MY GOD! Kurtis flips inside and out! Castle grabs Jeff James and press him overhead --- TOTAL DEVASTATION? No, he drops James throat-first on the top rope! And NOW. Castle grabs Chad Kurtis. He hoists him up... TOTAL DEVASTATION! BILL HEWSON: GOOD GOD! HE HIT IT! IT'S GOING TO BE OVER! On the outside, Lloyd Rees applauds like crazy as Castle hooks the leg. This is over, ONE, TWO, TH--- JEFF JAMES WITH A LAST MINUTE SAVE! James trying to batter Castle as Kurtis rolls away. James tries a legsweep... Castle just stands his ground. He tries to uranage James, but James is able to slip out and land on his feet. Castle swings a big lariat, James ducks, Castle turns around INTO THE CHAD KURTIS SUPERKICK! Kurtis collapses back to the canvas as Castle staggers, but he's RIPE FOR THE JAMES EFFECT! BOOM! NAILS IT! Kurtis --- manages to haul himself up to the turnbuckle! BOUNCE ONCE! TWICE! OFF THE TOP! BILL HEWSON: BEST! JACK JONES: MOONSAULT! BOTH: EVERRRRR! AND IT CONNECTS! KURTIS HOOKS THE LEG! HE GETS ONE! TWO! AND... THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of a pinfall, KURT CASTLE has been eliminated from the match-up! BILL HEWSON: The Provincial Champion is out of this match-up! We are down to three men, and --- oh no! Castle is back up! Watch out James --- from behind! Kurtis gets tossed to the outside! And Castle has James... NO! TOTAL DEVASTATION! JACK JONES: It is what it's advertised to be, Hewson! Castle was fighting a damned handicap match in there! BILL HEWSON: Well then I guess it makes it all better that he just attacked James after being eliminated fair and square. My God. James is down, Kurtis is on the outside, and go on Castle. Take a walk. What a son of a bitch. Castle doesn't stop to look back, he walks up the aisle with powerful anger in every step. Kurtis is on the outside. James is down on the inside... BILL HEWSON: We are down to three, one of whom --- wait a minute! Lloyd Rees just rolled into the ring! He's been on the outside just watching, he's got James! OH MY GOD! SPLASH MOUNTAIN! What in the HELL! Rees makes a cover on Jeff James, who already felt Total Devastation! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jeff James is eliminated! JACK JONES: He is "LDK" LLOYD REES, and he is the smartest man in wrestling today! FRANK WARBURTON: Eliminated from the match by pinfall... JEFF JAMES! The LADDER MATCH...BEGINS NOW! And indeed it does. "LDK" rolls out of the ring and lifts up the ring apron. He is quick to pull out a ladder. Chad Kurtis is on his feet in the aisle as Jeff James is down. An official has come to help him to the back. Lloyd slides the ladder in the ring and sets it up quick as a cat, this one could be over right away. Lloyd scales the steps... he's near the top! Fingertips brushing the title belts --- CHAD KURTIS RUSHES INTO THE RING SCALES THE LADDER ON THE OTHER SIDE THE CROWD AS ONE RISE TO THEIR FEET BILL HEWSON: CK FINALLLLE! CK FINALLLLLLE OFF THE TOP OF THE LAAAAADDDERRRR! JACK JONES: HOLEEEEEE HELLLLLLLLL! You know it.
HOLEE SHIT! BILL HEWSON: THIS CROWD IN REGINA --- HAS NEVER ANYTHING LIKE THAT! Chad Kurtis --- HE IS THE SHOW, BY GOD! JACK JONES: LLOYD REES MAY BE DEAD! The crowd? They haven't sat down! Kurtis is down! Rees? YOU KNOW HE'S DOWN. Kurtis flipping over Rees, taking him down with the CK Finale from the top of the damned ladder! Unbelievable... and now KURTIS KIPS UP! He looks at Lloyd Rees... the man isn't even moving. Kurtis grabs the ladder and repositions it in the middle of the ring. He begins to climb! The crowd grows louder with every single step! Kurtis is near the top --- but Lloyd Rees is crawling up... he shoves the ladder over! And Chad Kurtis --- GRABS ONTO THE CABLE HOLDING THE BELTS! CHAD KURTIS IS HANGING TWELVE FEET ABOVE THE DAMN RING! Rees tries to swat him, he can't reach... but he grabs the ladder. Lloyd Rees hoists the ladder over his head, Kurtis frantically trying to pull the belts down WHAM. Rees blasts Kurtis in the back with the ladder, and Kurtis falls the long distance to the canvas. He's down, and Rees begins to climb the ladder. But Chad Kurtis showing huge guts gets back up... and climbs the other side! Kurtis and Lloyd at the top of the ladder! They're exchanging right hands as the ladder tips precariously... Rees gets a big right hand on Kurtis, who almost falls off the ladder --- he holds on and shoves forward! But the ladder is unbalanced! KURTIS AND REES ON A FLYING LADDER! CRASH AND BURN! BILL HEWSON: I don't believe it! CHAD KURTIS JUST LANDED IN THE AISLE! GOOD GOD, THERE'S NO MAT! How can you sit there at home and say "Oh, he knows how to fall." Lloyd Rees lands in the ring, but he's not much better! WHO WILL BE THE UNIFIED CHAMPION?! JACK JONES: Whoever he is, he deserves it after this pounding! Lloyd Rees is still down, Chad Kurtis down in the aisle as the crowd chants "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!" Then they try to rally Chad Kurtis, chanting "LET'S GO CLAP CLAP TO THE SHOW CLAP CLAP!" Unique chant in Regina here, and Kurtis pulls himself up the railing. He begins to slowly stagger to the ring... and meanwhile, Lloyd Rees is slowly pulling himself up by the ring ropes. Rees gets up... He goes to grab the ladder and try to set it up, stumbling in pain. He tries to set it up... here comes Chad Kurtis! Kurtis looks for the German suplex on Lloyd Rees! He gets it! Holds on! ANOTHER! HOLDS ON! A THIRD! HOLDS ON, MY GOD --- WAIT A MINUTE! JOHN SALTY IN THE RING WITH THE RoN TITLE! Rees out of the way, but Kurtis ducks as well! Salty turns around into the SUPERKICK! Kurtis took the manager's head off --- TURN AROUND CHAD! REES HAS THE RoN TITLE BELT! Kurtis turns around --- NOT IN TIME! BAM! TITLE BELT IN THE FACE. Kurtis takes a spill over the top rope as Lloyd Rees sets the ladder back up, limping with every step. He climbs... higher! Higher! "The Show" is trying to get back in the ring! He's BUSTED WIDE OPEN! The crowd is begging for Kurtis... But he's too late. Lloyd Rees grabs the Provincial and TV Title belts as the bell sounds. Kurtis slumps to the floor on the outside, pained emotionally and physically. FRANK WARBURTON: YOUR WINNER... AND UNDISPUTED, UNIFIED TELEVISION AND PROVINCIAL CHAMPION... "LDK" LLLLLLOYD REEEEES! LDK sits, perched on top of the world, holding two titles over his head atop a ladder. The crowd boos. And then in comes Simply Beautiful. Lloyd Rees' eyes go wide... As Simply Beautiful pushes the ladder over. REES CRASHES INTO THE TIMEKEEPERS TABLE! BILL HEWSON: MY GOD! MY GOD! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL JUST PUT THE UNIFIED CHAMPION THROUGH A TABLE FROM FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR! GOOD GOD! WHAT A SHOW THIS WAS! GOOD NIGHT! Final shot: John Salty draping three titles belts over the wreckage of Lloyd Rees as Simply Beautiful walks up the aisle. There's no cockiness or swagger in SB's walk. Lloyd Rees and SB... has to come to a close. It has to.
Before somebody dies.
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