The scene opens to the parking lot outside of the Sole Survivor arena. The Midnight Cowboys are just getting out of their van, Papa Z wearing a special gold leisure suit. Clint and Stone climb out wearing normal street clothes. They all step out of the van, with Papa opening the side door, to get his sign. Papa gets his picket sign out (it reads "My Boyz Got Skillz"), but Clint notices something is behind the sign.
CLINT: Is that sign loaded pops?
PAPA: N---No.
CLINT: Lemme see it then.
STONE: Damn...
Clint takes the sign from his dad, and notices it's loaded... so he tossed it in the van and reaches for a non-loaded sign.
CLINT: Here pops.. Remember.. NO CHEATING.
PAPA: For-got.
STONE: Dang pops, how you gonna play a brother?
CLINT: Aight pops, we gonna go inside... don't even try and think about getting that loaded sign..
PAPA: I--would--never..
Clint and Stone walk off, towards the building, laughing and talking about the match, when Papa tosses the sign into the back, grabs his MD 20/20, and then looks back to make sure Clint and Stone aren't looking as he takes the loaded sign back out and closes the door shut as the scene ends... with Papa smirking.
Trashy guitar chord rings out. Then a classic, familiar riff.
"Oi!
Oi!
Oi!
Oi!
Oi!"
See me ride out of the sunset
The Midnight Cowboys holding the tag titles high after ending D-X...
On your colour TV screen
Next Generation in front of an NAPW banner...
Out for all that I can get If you know what I mean
"LDK" Lloyd Rees draped in gold...
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Chris Casino, Krenshov, Jay O'Brien - The Untouchables. Surrounded by beautiful women.
Ain't got no gun
A man in shadows, his taped up right fist.
Ain't got no knife
Chiseled abs, wrestling boots.
But don't you start no fight
The side of his face, hair down, scars visible.
CAUSE I'M T.N.T.!
Zoom out and show in full SICK.
I'M DYNAMITE!
BILLY.
T.N.T!
KRYENIK.
And I'll win the fight!
Tag title belt over one shoulder.
T.N.T!
DRY LAKE.
I'm a power load!
DOOMRIDERS.
T.N.T!
TAG CHAMPIONS.
watch me explode!
Kryenik and...
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
Tommy Deathrow with a tag belt hanging out of his pants, pinching his nipples.
I'm a wanted man
Brian Bruno exits a jail cell, twisted expression on his face.
Public enemy number one, understand
Sebastien Martyr leans on his dragon cane, smirking through a frame of greasy hair.
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Stylin' Kyle Roberts with a lecherous, cocky, leering grin plastered across his face. "Smarter Than You."
Lock up your back door
"The Show" Chad Kurtis hits CK FINALE OFF THE LADDER...Lyndsey Valentine and Matt Kurtis walking.
And run for your life
Dio Muerte being chased by Prince Darko and Thomas Young...
The man is back in town
Bruce "The Beast" Richards in full duster and cowboy hat, striding towards the camera.
Don't you mess me 'round
And then close-up: pale skin. Jet black hair. And the NAPW Title Belt strapped around a waist.
CAUSE I'M T.N.T.!
Zoom out...
I'M DYNAMITE!
THE SHOOTER.
T.N.T!
RAVAGER
And I'll win the fight!
Fingers locked together, a hint of a smile on his cold, grim face.
T.N.T!
LAST RESORT.
I'm a power load!
DIVING HEADBUTT.
T.N.T!
NAPW CHAMPION.
watch me explode!
Awesome guitar solo builds up, with shots of wrestlers going at it in full-color glory.
Jeff James hits The James Effect! Newfy Jack with The Trimmin'! Kevin Kodiak raising hell! Sebastien Martyr planting Deathrow with The Sacrifice!
Quick shots of some other faces, Tijuana Jack, "The Gentleman" Randall Powell, Nightmare.
...
CAUSE I'M T.N.T.!
MELEE IN THE RING
I'M DYNAMITE!
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!
T.N.T!
TOSSING OUT BODY AFTER BODY
And I'll win the fight!
KRENSHOV! CASINO! O'BRIEN! YOUNG! DARKO! JEFF JAMES!
T.N.T!
BRUNO! NEWFY JACK! DIO MUERTE! CHAD KURTIS! MATTHEW KURTIS & LYNDSEY VALENTINE!
I'm a power load!
NEXT GENERATION! MIDNIGHT COWBOYS! SEBASTIEN MARTYR! LLOYD REES!
T.N.T!
KEVIN KODIAK! STYLIN' KYLE! THE BEAST! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL! TOMMY DEATHROW!
watch me explode!
KRYENIK.
RAVAGER.
KRYENIK.
RAVAGER.
KRYENIK.
RAVAGER.
...
Silence.
"And now, live from Toronto Ontario Canada, New Alberta Pro Wrestling presents...
BILL HEWSON: Welcome everyone to Toronto Ontario! Welcome to NAPW SOLE! SURVIVOR! TWO! I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack "Attack" Jones for what will be the final NAPW Pay-Per-View event of 2007!
JACK JONES: And what an event it's gonna be, Bill Hewson. This is the big one. Sole Survivor. Thirty men, one winner, one guaranteed shot at the NAPW Championship. That's what it's all about Hewson, being the top dog and holding that NAPW gold.
GRAPHIC: NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
RAVAGER (c) vs "SICK" BILLY KRYENIK
BILL HEWSON: That champion will be decided tonight as the hometown kid, "Sick" Billy Kryenik, uses his Canada Cup title shot to challenge the shooter, I'm talking about Ravager.
JACK JONES: How often does the champion go into his title match as the underdog, Hewson? Billy Kryenik's got homefield advantage tonight. He's got momentum on his side. And besides, there's precedent.
BILL HEWSON: Let's not forget that it was last year at this very event, Ravager was dethroned by Rex Caliber for the NAPW title in a triple-threat match where he was not even pinned. This year, it's one on one. And Ravager has sworn that history will not repeat itself. It's worth noting though, that Ravager WILL have one huge advantage over Billy Kryenik tonight - it will be Billy's second match of the evening.
GRAPHIC: NAPW TAG TITLE / FOUR-CORNER ELIMINATION
DOOMRIDERS (c) vs NEXT GENERATION vs UNTOUCHABLES vs MIDNIGHT COWBOYS
BILL HEWSON: It will be Kryenik and Tommy Deathrow, The DOOMriders, defending the NAPW tag team titles against not one, not two, but three opposing teams! Sakai & Santiago, Next Generation! The Untouchables, Krenshov and Jay O'Brien. And of course Stone & Clint Zellor, the former tag team champions, Midnight Cowboys. The odds are against the champs in this kind of match-up, Jack Attack.
JACK JONES: The odds are against anybody who gets in the ring opposite The Untouchables, especially Krenshov. Who's going to pin his shoulders to the canvas for the three-count, or toss him over the top rope later on tonight in Sole Survivor? Nobody, that's who.
BILL HEWSON: Mr. Krenshov would be the Jack Attack "Shoe-In Of The Week," I presume?
JACK JONES: If you're a betting man, and I know thousands of you are, Kenny Krenshov is the odds-on favorite by a huge margin. What a night it's going to be for The Untouchables.
BILL HEWSON: Well hold on, what makes you so certain Krenshov is going to be the man above CHRIS CASINO, the Pure Honor champion? The way I see it Casino is the top dog in the Untouchables --- O'Brien and Krenshov aren't going to be anything more than weapons in Casino's quest to ensure a future NAPW title shot.
JACK JONES: That's a good point. Chris Casino for the win!
GRAPHIC: I QUIT MATCH
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL vs "LDK" LLOYD REES w/David Banks
BILL HEWSON: Another huge match-up tonight. Since late last year, the hatred has been brewing between these two men. Tonight they look to end their feud once and for all, and the only way to win... is to make your opponent say two words. "I. QUIT."
JACK JONES: Two words that "LDK" Lloyd Rees can't even pronounce, but with The Chairman David Banks in his corner, the undisputed Provincial Champion is gladly going to teach them to SB.
BILL HEWSON: Provincial Title will not be on the line in the contest, it's purely personal. And speaking of personal...
GRAPHIC: D-X EXPLODES
STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS vs BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS
BILL HEWSON: Five time NAPW Champions. ENN tag team of the year for 2006. Winners of the Hegstrand Cup. And all of it --- all of it --- thrown away because of the petty jealousy of Stylin' Kyle Roberts. The Beast is out for revenge here tonight.
JACK JONES: Stylin' Kyle Roberts carried The New & Improved D-X, Hewson. Kyle dropped The Beast like a bad habit, and tonight, he's going to prove to you and all these peons once and for all who the real talent in D-X was.
BILL HEWSON: The operate word in "Tag Team Champions" is TEAM, Jones. And then the main event, the 30-man Sole Survivor match!
GRAPHIC: SOLE SURVIVOR
TWENTY-SEVEN MEN. THREE SILHOUETTES.
BILL HEWSON: Last year at Sole Survivor, it was DEVASTATION winning the match en route to winning the NAPW Championship a month later. He did it by eliminating D!... There are so many question marks to a match like this. The wrestlers themselves don't know the entrance order until the random draw that happened earlier this evening.
JACK JONES: The later the number, the greater the chance for victory. Unless somebody's stupid enough to ask for #1 like D! did last year.
BILL HEWSON: D! was in the final two, and many fans think he would have won if Lloyd Rees hadn't gotten a steel chair involved!
JACK JONES: There's no disqualification in Sole Survivor, Hewson.
BILL HEWSON: Thirty men, three of which we do NOT know. What mystery entrants has Rex Caliber gotten? We will find out later. Right now, let's take a closer look at the Tag Team championship match.
Tag team warfare heats up on pay-per-view. The most competitive tag team division in NAPW history takes it up a notch with a four-way tag match for the championship. Every man has another match later, but before all that, they wage battle to prove who is the best. The Doomriders defend against the Midnight Cowboys, Next Generation and the Untouchables. All four teams are familiar with the others. Who is truly focused on this match, and who is thinking ahead? Which team wants it more? We find out tonight...
Bang. Bang.
TO THE ROCK AND ROLL!
FRANK WARBURTON: This is the opening contest for NAPW SOLE SURVIVOR II... and it is the FOUR-CORNER ELIMINATION MATCH FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES! Introducing first accompanied to the ring by PAPA Z... at a total combined weight of four-hundred and forty pounds, they are CLINT! STONE! The former tag team champion MIDNIIIIIIGHT COWWWWWWBOOYYYYYS!
And here they come. White pimp Stone, wearing the fliest of fly gear. Clint Zellor behind, in his cut-off denim, afro in full glory. Papa Z follows behind in his gold leisure suit, holding his picket sign high. "My Boys Got Skillz!" It says. The crowd gives the Cowboys an earful, save for a small (but vocal) group that are shouting out "SKILLZ, BITCH!"
BILL HEWSON: They are the team that many say ended the reign and the dynasty of The New & Improved D-X, and tonight, they need to win the NAPW tag titles again. And they have promised to do it in the ring, with no short-cuts. No cheap shots.
JACK JONES: Clint and Stone never needed all those sweet, sweet short cuts. It's just fun. But tonight, they're going to prove to you and all the peons that they are Tag Team Wrestling here in NAPW, and the true heirs to the D-X throne!
Cowboys are in the ring. They take a corner as the music changes... GONG. Salsa music follows. And out walks Leo Mack, followed by his men...
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing team number two, accompanied by Leo Mack! Weighing in at three-hundred and seventy-seven pounds, they are the international DREAM TEAM... SAKAI! SANTIAGO! NEXT GENERATIONNNNN!
What goes unnoticed, of course, is the way Sakai and Santiago barely look at each other. Santiago tries to play it off with the fans, but there's no denying the stiff nature of NextGen's fan-appreciation. Something is very wrong in the NextGen camp.
BILL HEWSON: A team that came ROARING into NAPW last winter, but recently seem to have struggled.
JACK JONES: I'm not a fan of Next Generation, Hewson, but you have to understand the nature of this sport. On any given night, ANYBODY can win the big match. Question is, can Next Generation get on the same page tonight and end that losing streak?
BILL HEWSON: That remains to be seen but they have a lot to prove here tonight. Every team in this match has something to prove, Jack Attack.
"Untouchables.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing team number three... The team of Jay O'Brien and KRENSHOV! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and ninety-six pounds... THE UNTOUCHABLES!
JACK JONES: My pick to leave here tonight as new TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, and I guarantee you an Untouchable will win Sole Survivor later on tonight!
BILL HEWSON: You've got to wonder just how anybody will toss Krenshov over the top rope tonight.
The Untouchables get in the ring. O'Brien talking trash to the fans as Krenshov looks over his opponents. He's huge. Powerful. Hewson is right to ask. Who tosses THIS GUY over the top rope?
Perhaps...
TOOL.
ROAD WARRIOR POP!
FRANK WARBURTON: AND NOW, THE CHAMPIONS! At a total combined weight of four-hundred and sixty-four pounds... DEATHROW! KRYENIK! THE DOOOOOOMRIDERRRRRS!
Tommy Deathrow! Billy Kryenik! The crowd is going crazy for the Doomriders, for the hometown boy Kryenik! The Doomies look each other in the eye... and sprint into the ring! They slide in and pop up, throwing DOWN on everybody that's not a DOOMrider! Warburton bails out of the ring as Referee John Sharplin just gets out of the way, because this shit is ON.
Here we go! Billy Kryenik launching right hands at everybody! Deathrow with lefts, rights, and it's going on! Deathrow and Clint going at it! Sakai and Jay O'Brien tie up! Santiago and Stone Zellor! Kryenik and KRENSHOV! Those two sure have history! Kryenik moving quickly, stick and move! Stick and move! Duck a big shot, then fire! Fire! FIRE! RIGHT HOOK! KRENSHOV REELING ON THE ROPES! KRYENIK GETS SOME DISTANCE ---
CAUGHT.
KRENSHOV WITH THE DOUBLE-CHOKE TOSSES KRYENIK OUT OF THE RING OVER-HEAD!
Clint Zellor with an irish whip sends Deathrow into Krenshov BOOT. Deathrow goes down. Krenshov hauls Deathrow up --- and here comes Sakai! He's taken Krenshov down before! Sakai with a snap kick to the abdomen of Krenshov, the colossus keeps coming. Sakai with martial arts strikes --- Krenshov lowers the boom. He grabs Sakai --- WATCH OUT! IT'S SANTIAGO COMING IN FROM THE TOP! Huracanrana --- Krenshov doesn't want to go down --- but here's Sakai AND Tommy Deathrow with stereo... uh... attacks. As "stereo" as a crisp martial arts chop and a sloppy Deathrow punch can be, and then Santiago is able to take Krenshov down! Watch out for Stone Zellor, PIMP SLAP on Jay O'Brien. Baseball slide sends Krenshov out of the ring, under the top rope. Kryenik is going at him! Deathrow slides out of the ring and lends a hand against the Colossus. In the ring, Midnight Cowboys are busy stomping the lime out of O'Brien. That leaves Next Generation all alone, and they look straight at each other. Santiago speaking in rapid spanish, thumping his heart with his hand... Sakai looks on...
And they shake hands! Next Generation is back and on the same page! Sakai puts his back to the ropes as Santiago gets some speed! He rebounds, running right at Sakai --- who pops Santiago up and OVER the TOP ROPE RIGHT INTO DOOMIES AND KRENSHOV! Krenshov stays on his feet as Santiago's pinball attack splats The Doomriders! But that's not --- WATCH OUT SAKAI! THROUGH THE SECOND AND THIRD ROPES SUICIDE DIVE RIGHT INTO KRENSHOV!
BILL HEWSON: This is absolutely wild, Jack Attack! We've got bodies sprawled on the outside! Next Generation seem to be on the same page...
JACK JONES: We've still got men in the ring!
Indeed we do. Jay O'Brien nails a low blow on Clint Zellor, then gets an eye gouge on Stone Zellor. SUPERKICK --- Stone COUNTERS. WITH A PIMP SLAP.
JACK JONES: Technical wrestling at it's finest, Bill Hewson. Haha!
BILL HEWSON: I thought you were cheering for The Untouchables?
JACK JONES: Oh, why do I have to choose!
While a big brawl goes on outside of the ring... Stone Zellor shoots O'Brien to the ropes. He hits the canvas, O'Brien runs right over Stone... INTO THE TWIRL-E-GO-ROUND by Clint Zellor! Holy! Clint holding O'Brien up as Stone immediately hits the middle rope... he flies off! THE STATEN SPECIAL CONNECTS! Stone Zellor makes a cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of a pinfall, THE UNTOUCHABLES have been eliminated!
BILL HEWSON: I can't believe it! We're five minutes into this contest and the favorites, perhaps, have been ousted! Jay O'Brien showing nothing against a determined Midnight Cowboy team! The DOOMRiders and Next Generation had Krenshov occupied outside, and just like that... we're down to three teams! What do you say about that, Jack Attack?
JACK JONES: ...
BILL HEWSON: Breathe, Jones.
Krenshov takes the head off of Sakai with a huge lariat, but it's too late. Jay O'Brien has been rolled out and Midnight Cowboys are waving goodbye. Scores of officials come out to surround Krenshov. Yet... Krenshov doesn't fight. Instead, he shakes his head in disgust. He turns and walks out, leaving O'Brien trying to get to his feet using the guardrail.
BILL HEWSON: Well what about this, Krenshov is leaving his partner behind. Trouble in the Untouchables camp, perhaps.
Meanwhile, Billy Kryenik rolls Sakai into the ring. Sharplin finally gets order, sending the Cowboys to a corner, Santiago to one, and Deathrow to another. It's Billy Kryenik, the hometown boy, in the ring with Sakai. Billy cinches on a headlock, switches it up behind Sakai, looking for a German Suplex. Sakai counters, judo toss of Kryenik to get him off. Billy pops up, and Sakai is ready in a fighting stance. In fact, Sakai? Just told Kryenik to BRING IT.
Billy grins, looking at Japanese fighter. Sakai hasn't forgotten the things Kryenik has said about him over the past week. Things that perhaps could have been construed as racist. Nonetheless. Kryenik ties up with Sakai, ooh, kick to the thigh. Sakai tagged Billy there. Billy's grin vanishes and he locks up hard. He grabs a hammerlock and reefs up on up, but Sakai turns it around into an arm wrench. Billy tries to get out, turning it around... Denied! Belly to belly suplex by Sakai! Kryenik gets up to one knee, almost surprised, and before he knows what's happening Sakai sends a devastating kick right into Kryenik's face. SBK's on his back as Sakai pulls him up by the wrist. CHOP! Billy stumbles, but Sakai hasn't let go of the arm! CHOP, down, pulled up, CHOP! And again! And again! Sakai is wearing Billy Kryenik out, raising red welts across his chest! The crowd is booing, they're behind their hometown boy. Sakai looks over the crowd, expressionless as Billy stumbles to the nearest corner, the Midnight Cowboys. But Stone & Clint drop to the canvas, they're not going to let Billy tag out. Sakai stalks Kryenik. Irish whip, reversed by Kryenik! He slaps his thigh for THE KISS OF BABYLON --- Sakai CATCHES THE LEG. EXPLOIIIIDAAAAA!
BILL HEWSON: And Sakai with a huge cover! One! Two! Kryenik kicks out! This young man from Tokyo, Japan, is showing fire tonight in Toronto! And here's the tag to Santiago!
Sakai and Santiago let Kryenik get up... double flying forearm smash! Sakai steps out and Santiago speeds around Kryenik... Bulldog takes Kryenik down! And this time, Billy manages to get a tag to Tommy Deathrow. STD comes into the ring, grabs at Santiago, who evades it. Dropkick to the back! Deathrow stumbles forward into the top rope as Santiago hits a springboard... plancha onto Tommy! He takes him down, reaches back and grabs a leg for one, two, Deathrow kicks out. Santiago with a snapmare on Tommy, then he hits the ropes... seated dropkick right into the mush of Deathrow. Tag into Sakai, Santiago with a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! Watch out Sakai! He follows up with a driving knee to the face before getting in a cover. One! Two! Nothing doing. Deathrow kicks out, he's going to absorb a lot more than that.
Meanwhile, Sakai grabs the limbs... it's an inverted STF aka the MUTA LOCK! A tribute to the Great Muta! Sakai has it locked on, Deathrow grunting in pain. Could he tap out? No... but... we'll never know, because Kryenik makes the save with a heavy boot right into Sakai's exposed ribs. Sharplin ushers Kryenik out, but he made the save. And Deathrow is able to take advantage, stomping away on Sakai. The Buzzsaw tries to take his feet despite the onslaught, unleashing a chop on Deathrow. But it is Deathrow who knees Sakai in the gut and hits a DDT. He sits up, blowing a strand of hair out of his face before reaching over to cover. He gets two. Deathrow now pulls Sakai up... He tags in Billy. Deathrow grabs Sakai by the legs as Billy comes off the ropes --- Doomrider Special With Sauce!
JACK JONES: Not the DoomSauce!
BILL HEWSON: That's gotta hurt. The Tag Champions have taken control of this one, and you know, we have yet to see Midnight Cowboys in for the second fall of this contest.
JACK JONES: Why should they? None of the other teams want to tag them in, that's their own problem. The Cowboys can sit back and wait for their opponents to eliminate each other, then claim the spoils!
Clint and Stone are watching on intently, both holding the tag rope. A Doomrider or a NextGen-er could tag them in, but The Doomriders don't feel like involving the Cowboys in their business. Meanwhile, Kryenik grabs Sakai again. He sends Sakai into the corner and roars, the crowd roaring along... BOOM. Clothesline in the corner! He puts Sakai on the top rope... KNEE! Hot Salvation connects, but Billy isn't done yet? He puts Sakai back on the top rope... what the hell is this? Kryenik climbs up, superplex coming up! No! Here comes Santiago! Santiago up on the top rope as well, throwing fists onto Kryenik's forehead! Deathrow climbs up the outside of the ropes, hammering down on Santiago! Cue Midnight Cowboys --- CLINT! POWERBOMBS KRYENIK OF THE TOP ROPE! THAT TAKES SAKAI DOWN AS WELL! STONE --- FLIPS OVER THE TOP ROPE! HE TAKES DEATHROW AND SANTIAGO DOWN! Unbelievable! The Cowboys have made a huge impact in this contest, they hit their corner and watch the carnage. It is Sakai who first gets an arm thrown over Kryenik... ONE! TWO! Kick-out!
NextGen and the DOOMriders are pulling themselves up... And it cuts loose. Deathrow pounds Santiago and tosses him to the outside. He doesn't see Santiago redirect his momentum and land on the apron. Deathrow pulls up Sakai --- GAMENGIRI! Deathrow stumbles backwards, Santiago with a HURACANRANA that takes Deathrow out of the ring! Santiago ends up on the floor as well, that was death-defying!
Meanwhile, Sakai pulls up Kryenik. Vertical Suplex, he wants the Dying Wish. Kryenik blocks the suplex, however. And again. They're fighting over it in the middle of the ring, Kryenik looking for The Dry Lake! Sakai however has it well-scouted, he takes Kryenik's legs out and flips over for a wheelbarrow suplex! One! Two! Kryenik bridges up, unbelievable! He turns it around, flips Sakai up for a powerbomb, Sakai lands on his feet instead, chop chop chopchopchop! Sakai EXPLODES! He sends Kryenik into the ropes SLAP. Clint Zellor slaps Kryenik on the back! Sakai follows up, grabbing one more EXPLODER! He makes a cover --- but Kryenik is no longer the legal man! He gets up ... SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR. CLINT ZELLOR FOLDS SAKAI IN HALF! On the outside, Santiago is trying to get back to his feet! In the ring! Clint Zellor folds Sakai up for a powerbomb STONE ZELLOR ON THE TOP ROPE! MISSILE DROPKICK! GOOD GOD! SAKAI DRIVEN TO THE MAT! Clint hooks the legs, ONE, TWO, SANTIAGO TRIES TO SAVE, THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of a pinfall... NEXT GENERATION HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!
JACK JONES: And we are down to two, haha. We are down to the champions and the chumpions, the REAL tag team kings of NAPW and two broken-down garbage wrestler FLUKES.
BILL HEWSON: What? What happened to your journalistic integrity?
JACK JONES: What integrity? I want to see Kryenik leave here tonight 0 for 2, and I want to see the damn Midnight Cowboys regain the gold they never should have lost! And here it starts!
Indeed it does, because Clint Zellor, immediately after the fall, takes it to Sick Billy Kryenik. Stone Zellor catches Tommy Deathrow trying to get back into the ring with a running kick to the face, sending Tommy back out. Clint Zellor has Kryenik and he drops him with a big Samoan Drop. Cover, only two. Clint tags into Stone Zellor as Deathrow crawls back to the Doomie corner. Double-team by The Midnight Cowboys... backbreaker by Clint! Here comes Stone, legdrop connects across the throat of Kryenik. One! Two! Kryenik gets the shoulder up.
BILL HEWSON: And this is the exact situation Kryenik did NOT want here in this opening match-up. The Midnight Cowboys have cut the ring in half. They've isolated Billy and are taking him apart methodically... leaving that much less for later tonight in the NAPW Title match!
JACK JONES: What The Midnight Cowboys are doing, Hewson, is wrestling a TEXTBOOK tag team match-up! All perfectly legal, all perfectly square! They are proving to you and the rest of the world exactly who the best team in NAPW is!
BILL HEWSON: Tommy Deathrow desperately wants in the ring here, but Kryenik can't get to him for the tag. He's got to make it if the DOOMRiders want to leave here tonight with tag gold!
But it is Kryenik who is in the middle of the ring as Stone Zellor tags in. And he... dances? Stone Zellor shucks and jives. Here's a little bit of SOUL TRAINNNN action going on from the whitest Huggy Bear this side of ... some... white... pimp guy. Yeah. And it's all followed up by a PIMP SLAP.
Oh.
Kryenik didn't take that too well.
BITCH SLAP.
KRYENIK POUNDS STONE DOWN! HE'S ALL OVER HIM! HE'S POUNDING ON STONE ZELLOR! Stone's slap set a FIRE in Kryenik! And now he sends Stone into the corner LARIAT! LARIAT! LARIAT! LARIAT! LARIAT! FIVE LARIATS! Stone slumps back in the corner as Kryenik raises his arms, roaring, and then he yells for THE WALKING STD. Kryenik grabs Deathrow... IRISH WHIP! DEATHROW SENT INTO STONE! Stone staggers out of the corner, and Kryenik scoops him up onto his shoulder. Electric Chair Drop? No, Deathrow is...
Oh Dear God.
DEATHROW IS ON THE TOP ROPE?
FLYING CLOTHESLINE!
DOOMRIDER DEVICE!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---
CLINT MAKES THE SAVE!
BILL HEWSON: Barely DAYLIGHT between the refere's hand and the canvas, but Clint Zellor has saved this match for his team! But now he's dealing with Double Doomrider action!
JACK JONES: I think I saw a movie like that once ---
Clint Zellor shot into the ropes by The DOOMriders, but wait a minute! Clint comes off the canvas with a double flying shoulderblock! That knocks the DOOMriders down! Clint pulls up Deathrow, SAMOAN DROP --- Kryenik with a SUPERKICK into Clint's face, Clint drops Deathrow...
Who crashes into the referee, knocking him to the outside.
And Kryenik hooks the full-nelson! Clint in a daze, but it's Stone Zellor ripping Kryenik off of the man! Discus Clothesline on Kryenik sends him into the corner again. There is no referee, but Deathrow starts to pull Stone up, calling for the Deathrow Driver --- PAPA Z IN THE RING! WITH THE LOADED PICKET SIGN!
GRABBED
By Clint...?
BILL HEWSON: Clint Zellor just prevented his Papa Z from using the foreign object!
JACK JONES: But Clint, it's not illegal if the referee doesn't see it!
Maybe not, but Clint rips the sign apart, revealing the metal sheet hidden underneath the posterboard. Clint tosses it aside and yells at Papa Z! But wait a minute, Tommy Deathrow shoves Stone away... and grabs the sheet metal!
Deathrow looks out at the crowd, grinning. Referee out? SUPERSTAR RULES.
KABONG!
Clint turns around into the sheet metal right across his head, the same sheet metal Papa Z introduced into the ring!
KRYENIK ROLLS CLINT UP!
DEATHROW KNOCKS STONE OUT OF THE RING!
THE REFEREE IS UP ON THE APRON!
HE COUNTS CLINT'S SHOULDERS DOWN...
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, and STILLLLL NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE DOOOOOMRIDERS!
The crowd goes crazy as the hometown boy takes it!
BILL HEWSON: The DOOMriders have retained their tag titles in a hell of a contest! Kryenik is 1 for 2 on the evening, he could leave here tonight a double champion!
JACK JONES: But... the Midnight Cowboys!
BILL HEWSON: The Cowboys are in disarray, Jack Attack. This night did not go the way they planned, and you could almost place the blame directly on the well-travelled feet of Papa Z for trying to bring in his sign. And you know... this partisan crowd is happy for The Doomriders, but this is almost a heartbreaking loss for Midnight Cowboys.
The DOOMriders are up the aisle, Deathrow holding Kryenik in a head-lock hug while holding a title belt up with the other hand. Tonight it is The DOOMriders continuing their long-awaited run as tag team champions.
As they leave, though, the story may be in the ring. Stone Zellor has a foot up on the bottom rope. He's clearly disappointed. Meanwhile, Papa Z is trying to help Clint Zellor up, Clint is bleeding from his forehead. Suddenly, Clint shoves Papa Z away from him. Papa Z gestures with his hands, in apology, but Clint looks at him and shakes his head. Clint gets to his feet and faces his brother. Stone and Clint both wear grimaces. Yet the brothers embrace, sadness evident. They were so close.
So close. Yet despite their attempts to win without cheating, it was cheating that did them in. And the crowd seems to recognize their cunning and effort tonight, giving Midnight Cowboys applause as Stone and Clint leave.
Papa Z trying to keep up, but the brothers don't seem to be waiting for him.
Backstage. Simply Beautiful arrives in the arena, and he's immediately mobbed by dozens of reporters and photographers. They've all got questions, but SB isn't interested in giving any damn one of them an answer. He pushes through - and bumps right into none other than Brian Bruno. Bruno grins at his old friend.
BRUNO: Surprised?
SB: Honestly, nothing you do surprises me anymore. Get the hell out of my face.
BRUNO: Don't you wanna hear what I have to say? I mean, aren't you wondering why I'm here and not in prison?
SB: I saw the news the same as everyone else. So there wasn't enough physical evidence - doesn't make you innocent.
BRUNO: I never said anything about guilty or innocent. You never let me answer you in the diner. I didn't do it...but I've done some of the others. Honestly, it's all sort of blending into one long, painful (BLEEP)in' day.
SB: I don't believe anything you say. Go get help, you sick bastard. Emily was right - you're an animal.
BRUNO: (smiles) I still got your back, brother.
SB: Why don't you get your own first?
With that he pushes past Bruno in disgust. The reporters follow after him as Bruno looks on with the most evil of grins...what does he have in store for SB?
"I quit."
Two words that no one ever wants to utter, especially in this business. To say those two words, in a match... it gives your opponent your soul. You are owned by that man forever, because you don't take it back, it haunts you for your entire career. It's not a simple tap out, this is giving until nothing is left, and waving the flag. You surrender. "LDK" Lloyd Rees has done it all in NAPW. He's won more titles than anybody, and won more matches in more ways than any other wrestler in the company's history. He boasts about them all... and he wants one more thing to add to his list. He wants to hear Simply Beautiful... Quit.
That dream has a few obstacles. Simply Beautiful is a lot of things, but he is not a quitter. He comes back, he fights with every breath he has to be the best. He must overcome the emotional roller-coaster of being betrayed by a friend and left by a fiancee all in one week and take on the most decorated wrestler in NAPW... and he must make him quit.
Two men with no quit in them... Who will have the fortitude to cross over into another zone, survive the pain, surpass the agony, and not give in? Rest assured someone is quitting tonight... The I Quit grudge match is next.
Stone Cold Crazy blasts over the PA system, and the fans jump to their feet and erupt into almost violent cheers.
BILL HEWSON: That music can only mean one thing, and all these fans know exactly what I'm talking about!
Simply Beautiful comes bursting out from the back and halts in the entrance way, looking fierce and crazy, definitely not the Simply Beautiful we all know and love. After soaking in a few cheers, the almost crazed looking Beautiful marches down to the ramp, shouting several inaudible outbursts. He gets in the ring and squats down into an attack position. Frank Warburton asks Simply Beautiful something, but Beautiful shakes his head and clearly says, "No," and looks right back up the entrance way, completely focused. Frank Warburton persists with another question, and Simply Beautiful replies with an unclear answer, trying not to break his concentration.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is a non title match, and it is an I QUIT match. The rules of this match are simple, the dominating wrestler must make his opponent say "I QUIT" clearly into a microphone provided by the referee. As per the orders of Rex Caliber, each wrestler must have a designated "second", another wrestler who can throw in the towel to end the match. Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Staten Island, New York, SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL, and his second, BRIAN BRUNO!
The fans are clearly confused as there is no Brian Bruno present, but Simply Beautiful doesn't break his focus, and waits for his rival, Lloyd Rees.
BILL HEWSON: Now this is news to me. Rex Caliber has ordered a "second" for each wrestler for safety, and it seems as if Beautiful didn't come prepared, but threw Brian Bruno's name out there.
JACK JONES: Wasn't that circus freak in jail?
BILL HEWSON: That's what I believed as well Jack Attack, but clearly Simply Beautiful doesn't feel he needs a second.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, accompanied by John Salty... he is the reigning Provincial champion, weighing in at 247 pounds, hailing from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, he is "LDK" Lloyd Rees! And his second, David Banks!
When the Lights Go Out plays, and the most hated man in NAPW comes out with the Provincial Championship around his waist, and a smile on his face. Instantly LDK and Simply Beautiful lock eyes, as John Salty enters to the side carrying both of LDK's other championships, and David Banks on the other, with a white towel draped over his shoulder. Lloyd takes off his championship belt at the top of the entrance ramp, hands it to Banks, and marches to the ring with his entourage a few steps behind. Rees stops short a few steps to the ring, and begins yelling at the referee to make sure Simply Beautiful stays back... but it doesn't matter, Simply Beautiful charges and suicide dives through the ropes, crashing into LDK and his gang!
BILL HEWSON: Oh-my-lanta!
JACK JONES: Did you really just say that?
Simply Beautiful instantly begins smashing fierce blows into the face of Rees. John Salty looks to be down and hurting, but David Banks gets to his feet and tears Beautiful off of LDK, but Simply Beautiful bashes Banks in the face with a hard right, and whips him shoulder first into the steel steps! The fans go ballistic for their amped up superstar, as Beautiful gets LDK to his feet and whips him into the ring apron. Rees yells in pain as he crashes back first into the apron, but the angry SB has no sympathy, grabs the Newfoundlander, smashes his face onto the apron, and rolls him in the ring. Beautiful enters behind him, and the referee rings the bell, officially starting this I Quit match.
BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful has gained a huge upper hand before the bell was even sounded!
JACK JONES: Which is why this match should be discontinued until a later time, so LDK has the opportunity to approach this match completely rested.
BILL HEWSON: You know damn well that wouldn't fly here Jack!
Simply Beautiful gets Rees to his feet and pushes him into the the corner and wails away with rights and lefts, then a HUGE knife-edge chop, the fans pop with a "WHOOO!" Another HUGE chop, and a "WHOO!" Beautiful goes for another, but Rees grabs him by the head and reverses the rolls and nails a massive knife-edge chop of his own, but receives "BOOO" from the fans for his troubles. LDK follows up with some rights and lefts of his own, after a few punches SB blocks a right, and nails a tremendous right of his own that sends LDK to his back, looking up at Beautiful completely shocked, holding his jaw. SB takes a few aggressive steps forward, and LDK cowards and rolls out of the ring. Simply Beautiful follows the scared Lemondrop Kid, and meets a now revived David Banks, and Banks goes back down with a SEXY KICK for his troubles. Rees slides into a different side of the ring, Simply Beautiful follows, and Rees capitalizes with vicious stomps to the back of the head of Beautiful as he enters the ring.
JACK JONES: How is this fair? How is Banks suppose to act as a second if Simply Beautiful won't allow him to stay on his feet?
BILL HEWSON: Get over it, Simply Beautiful doesn't even have a second!
LDK gets Simply Beautiful to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Beautiful comes back as Rees falls to the deck, Beauitful leaps over, Rees back on his feet, Beautiful off the opposing ropes and catches a face full of drop kick! Rees grabs Beautiful's legs, and alternates kicks to the inside of his Beautiful's knee caps. LDK locks SB's legs, and turns him over on his stomach, pushing his knee into the back of Beautiful, successfully applying the Lance Cove Leglock. Rees wrenches and yells at the referee to "Ask him!" The referee gets on his hands and knees with the microphone, sticks the microphone in the face of Beautiful and asks him if he wants to quit. Beautiful shakes his head in pain and the referee persists with the question, finally Beautiful pushes through the pain, screams "NO!" and pushes himself onto his back, and out powers Rees, kicking out of the hold. Rees staggers back, then attempts to grab the legs of Beautiful again, but SB kicks him square in the jaw. LDK drops to a knee as Beautiful gets back up to his feet, Rees gets to both feet and charges at Beautiful for a clotheslines. SB ducks, LDK turns to face his opponent, Beautiful plants a stern kick to the gut, doubling the Lemon Drop over, and plants him back down with a Spin Doctor, SB's version of the swinging neckbreaker.
BILL HEWSON: What's this, John Salty is on the ring apron?
The referee tells Salty to get off the apron, and Banks gets on the opposing apron and begins to remove the top turnbuckle pad. Beautiful only sees Salty and charges at him, but the elder man jumps down, mocking his clients opponent. Banks successfully removes the pad and jumps down.
JACK JONES: Teamwork baby!
BILL HEWSON: This match shouldn't have anything to do with teamwork, hence the meaning between one-on-one.
SB goes to pick up his opponent, but Rees rakes the eyes! LDK launches Beautiful into the turnbuckle with the exposed steal! Beautiful writhes in pain, and drops to a knee, but LDK doesn't give Beautiful half a second to recover, grabs him by the back of the neck, and smashes him face first into the steal turnbuckle! Rees smiles as blood begins to trickle from the forehead of Simply Beautiful. LDK demands the referee hand him the microphone, the referee forks it over...
LDK: Say it Beaut'iful! SAY IT!
Beautiful looks up into Rees' eyes, the blood now flowing down his face, and blows blood around his lips into Rees' face! LDK drops the microphone and wipes at his eyes.
JACK JONES: That's disgusting!
Beautiful wipes the blood from his forehead so he can see, and slicks it back through his blond hair, giving it a bright pink hue, and then charges LDK and takes him down with a spear. Instantly he mounts him and brutally begins bashing away with angry and brutal haymakers! LDK tries to get his hands up to block, but there is no blocking the vicious punches. The fight begins to fade from LDK as SB continues his aggravated assault, and continues it by grabbing the Lemondrop by the throat with his left hand, choking Rees, and continues bashing him with rights. Beautiful stops the punching, and uses both hands to choke out Rees. SB looks up at the referee with a face full of blood, and tells him to use the microphone! The referee sticks the microphone in Rees' face...
LDK: Ggghahhaa...
BILL HEWSON: Rees can't even answer because Beautiful is choking the hell out of him!
The referee informs Beautiful that Rees can't answer, so Beautiful lets go and grabs a fist full of hair and by the jaw...
LDK: N-n-no!
Banks comes in from behind with a brutal chair shot to the back! Beautiful crumbles to the mat, and the referee gets in Banks' face warning him to leave. Banks simply responds with, "Or what?" Finally, Banks complies and rolls out of the ring. Both Rees and Beautiful lie on the mat, both in tremendous amounts of pain. Rees gets to a knee, as Simply Beautiful finally begins to look coherent.
BILL HEWSON: This match went from wrestling to vicious brutality in less than an instant, and now it's like there was a train wreck in the ring.
John Salty gets up on the apron, patting LDK on the back as he gets to his feet, asking him if he's OK. Rees shakes his head no, as that last attack took a huge toll on him. Beautiful staggers to his feet, sees LDK with Salty, regains his resolve, cocks back and SEXY KICK! LDK moved at the last second and Salty catches the brunt of it! Salty crashes on the outside of the ring, Beautiful gets his leg caught up on the top rope, LDK jumps and hits a DDT FROM THE GREEN!
BILL HEWSON: What the hell is this? Brian Bruno is coming out from the back with a towel over his shoulder. I guess he's not in prison after all!
JACK JONES: Bill, if this psycho comes over here, I'm sacrificing you first!
BILL HEWSON: Oh thanks Jack.
JACK JONES: Hey, at least I'm giving you a warning, that's what a true friend is!
Brian Bruno looks at John Salty, smiles and shakes his head, taking his place at the outside the ring. LDK is aware of Bruno, but continues the fight against SB by getting him to his feet, hooking him, and WABANA BUSTER!
BILL HEWSON: I don't know how much more of these kind of moves Beautiful can take! He's one of the most resilient wrestlers in the ring, but he's still bleeding, LDK just hit a DDT from the Green and a Wabana Buster! A lesser man would have gave up a long time ago.
LDK picks Beautiful up, bends him over and sticks his head right between his legs. Could it be? Rees hoists Beautiful up into the crucifix position...
JACK JONES: The "Nish" J. Drop! Once he hits this it's over!
BILL HEWSON: NO! Beautiful slides out!
SB throws a quarter-coherent elbow to the back of Rees' head. Rees turns and bashes Beautiful with a forearm to the back of the neck, turns him around and throws SB into the ropes. Beautiful comes back, Rees with a clothesline, no, Beautiful ducks, jumps up on the second rope and hits a spring board elbow!
BILL HEWSON: How the hell does Simply Beautiful have anything left in him!?
Rees' holds his face in pain. When he lets go, it's apparent his nose is bleeding!
BILL HEWSON: Both of these men are busted open! Simply Beautiful obviously bleeding much more profusely, but Rees may have a broken nose!
Simply Beautiful rolls over onto his side, and for the first time notices Brian Bruno on the outside of the ring. Beautiful looks completely shocked, as he grabs the ropes and tries to pull himself to his feet. Banks on the outside giving LDK a pep talk, and slides in the Provincial Championship to Rees without anyone noticing. Rees snatches it up and begins to climb to his feet. Both make it to their feet at the same time, they turn to face each other, Rees charges with the championship in his hand... Beautiful ducks and Rees catches nothing but air with the title. Bruno jumps up on the apron, staring Rees down. LDK slowly backs up at the sight of a very physically imposing Brian Bruno, and Simply Beautiful runs behind and knocks LDK to his knees with a forearm to the back. The bloodied Beautiful makes eye contact with Bruno... and he yells "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE? GET OUT OF HERE!" Bruno jumps from the apron, however, acting as if nothing is wrong. Beautiful grabs LDK by the hair and lifts him to his feet---
BILL HEWSON: LOW BLOW!
Simply Beautiful doubles over, Rees grabs Beautiful by his bloody hair, yanks him back into a dragon sleeper, takes him down to the mat and locks on the scissors... CONCEPTION BAY CHIN LOCK!
JACK JONES: This is it Bill!
Rees pulls back, choking and squeezing the life out of Simply Beautiful. SB flails his arms, looking for a rope or a way out, but there isn't any hope in sight! LDK demands the referee to ask him the big question. The referee sticks the microphone in his face...
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: Ghgh... NO!
LDK pulls back harder and kicks his heels into Beautiful's lower abdomen. The fight quickly begins to fade from Beautiful, and LDK demands the referee question him again.
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: N..n..no...
The fans begin to cheer, "BEAU-TI-FUL, BEAU-TI-FUL, BEAU-TI-FUL!" And Brian Bruno begins to rally them all to cheer for their hero.
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: N-NO! NO!
SB teeters from side to side, and begins throwing week elbows into the sides of LDK. The cheers grow louder as Beautiful tries to fight his way out of the dreaded Conception Bay Chinlock.
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: NO! NO!
Rees, bloody nose and all, begins to look worried as Beautiful bridges up, partially breaking the grapevine scissor lock portion of the hold. "BEAU-TI-FUL, BEAU-TI-FUL, BEAU-TI-FUL!" The referee pulls the microphone away, as SB clearly shows no intentions of quitting. David Banks jumps up on the apron, ready to jump right in there, but Bruno jumps on the opposing apron, halting Banks from making any further moves. Simply Beautiful reaches up, trying to grab at LDK's face, and he gets a fish hook!
BILL HEWSON: A fish hook for the fisherman!
JACK JONES: Kill yourself...
LDK refuses to let go of the dragon sleeper portion, but the fans are completely rallied behind Beautiful, and he is moments away from getting out. A white towel lands on Simply Beautiful's stomach.
JACK JONES: What the hell, who threw that?
BILL HEWSON: Brian Bruno just threw in the towel! What the hell!
The referee looks confused for a moment, but then signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell. LDK lets go of the hold and instantly rolls out of the ring, as Banks jumps down and makes sure the champ is alright. The now half-conscious John Salty grabs all three of LDK's championships belts and the three instantly depart up the entrance way. They stop halfway up when they're sure they're a safe distance from Bruno and Beautiful.
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match...
BILL HEWSON: What?!
FRANK WARBURTON: "LDK" LLLLLOYD REEEES!
The fans boo as the referee marches up the entrance way to raise Rees' hand in, what LDK would consider, victory. LDK slaps the referee's hand away, hands on his hips, a nasty expression on his fave. He'll take the win, but he wanted to make Beautiful say "I QUIT." Bruno enters the ring to check on Beautiful as he gets to his feet, asking him if he's alright. Beautiful throws the towel on the ground and yells out an audible, "WHAT THE (BLEEP)?" Bruno shrugs his shoulders and CLOTHESLINE!
BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! Brian Bruno just laid out Simply Beautiful! I thought they were best friends! What the hell!
Lloyd Rees and gang all look shocked, then begin to cackle in laughter as Bruno lays the boots to Simply Beautiful. Brian Bruno picks up Beautiful, marches him over to the exposed turnbuckle, and SMASHES his face into the steel turnbuckle! The blood gushes down the face of Beautiful, his white face no painted completely red, and his blond hair is matted with dark dried blood.
BILL HEWSON: Bruno is looking at the timekeepers table on the outside! He's telling the timekeepers to move... he wouldn't...
JACK JONES: YES HE WOULD!
Bruno picks Beautiful up, heaves him in the air, locks him in the crucifix position... AWESOME BOMB TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPERS TABLE!
BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! BEAUTIFUL MUST BE DEAD!
JACK JONES: HOLY HELL! I CAN'T EVEN SEE BEAUTIFUL THROUGH ALL THE SHRAPNEL!
Bruno doesn't smile, he doesn't even show emotion, he just looks down at Simply Beautiful with uncaring eyes. He turns and looks up the entrance way at LDK's laughing entourage. As soon as they see Bruno lay his eyes on them they stop laughing, and begin backing up the entrance way, scared of what the psycho is capable of. Bruno leaves the ring to a mass of boos, and LDK and crew high tail it out to the back.
BILL HEWSON: I don't believe it! This is a complete nightmare.
JACK JONES: Wow, I always thought I would love to see Simply Beautiful practically crippled, but this is pretty disturbing.
BILL HEWSON: And the bigger question, how in the hell is Simply Beautiful going to compete in tonight's Sole Survivor match?
Trainers begin to pile from the back to attend to the fallen Simply Beautiful, and needless to say, it doesn't look good. The camera cuts to the backstage area with Josh Reynolds.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Wow, what was one hell of a match, and one hell of a brutal beat down by NAPW, and Rebel star, Brian Bruno. Here with me right now, however, is another Rebel-Pro star, debuting for the first time, MackaBEE.
MackaBEE wanders onto the set wearing a silk floral print button down, slacks, and D&C sunglasses. He looks the set up and down, then looks at Josh Reynolds.
MACKABEE: Is that how you introduce MackaBEE?
JOSH REYNOLDS: Well I...
MACKABEE: Shut your face monkey-boy. Let MackaBEE show you how it's done.
MackaBEE rips the microphone from Reynolds, looks him up and down, and steps forward. Reynolds jumps back, afraid, falling on his ass and out of the screen. MackaBEE adjusts his glasses and looks into the camera.
MACKABEE: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, transsexuals across the world. Introducing, for the first time ever on NAPW-TV; he is the biggest thing to hit the world of wrestling since, well ever, he is the Rebel-Pro star that is going to take wrestling in the Carolinas to a whole 'nother level, he is the one, the only, the "Miami Muffdiver", the "East Coast Special", he is MACKABEE!
The fans pop for the unknown, as MackaBEE pulls down his sunglasses and looks into the camera with his big brown eyes.
MACKABEE: Now MackaBEE's been hanging out in the back, shootin' the shit with some of the NAPW guys, looking over possible future comppetition, and here for the plug. Which, by the way, scope out Rebel-Pro's first show April 3rd, where you can see MackaBEE whoop ass like it's his job, because well, it's MackaBEE's job. Anyway, MackaBEE was in the back, gettin' ready for his big plug, when MackaBEE saw Brian Bruno take out Simply Beautiful like a damn coward. Now if you didn't hear the word from the monkey-boy over here, Josh Reynolds-wrap, or whatever the hell his name is, Brian Bruno is going to be in REBEL Pro, right along with MackaBEE. This coward, this piece-of-shit, good for nothing, hit-you-from-behind... because that's what he does, he hits guys from behind... two-inch manhood having, can't get a date because 'roid-rage scares away all the ladies... wait. I know what you're saying, MackaBEE, get to your point. Fine, MackaBEE's point is this, and this alone, Brian Bruno if you want to wrestle in the same organization as MackaBEE then your attitude had better change or MackaBEE's going to beat an attitude change into you.
The Miami Muffdiver pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and inhales--
MACKABEE: Look at this, MackaBEE just got so damn flustered he wasted his plug time talking about some nobody like Tom Thumb. MackaBEE knows that's not his name, that's just what Bruno calls his schmeckle, you dig? So join MackaBEE and the rest of the gang, yes that includes Bruno, April 3rd to see a hell of a program with Rebel-Pro. With that said.... MAAAAACKKKKKKKAAAAABBBEEEEE OUT!
MackaBEE drops the microphone and steps out of screen, leaving to a decent pop.
JOSH REYNOLDS: MackaBEE, ladies and gentlemen. Back to you, Bill and Jack Attack.
BILL HEWSON: Thanks Josh, looking forward to seeing MackaBEE compete in REBEL Pro Wrestling next week in Raleigh, North Carolina! It will be "In The Beginning" next Tuesday night, the first ever REBEL show live, tickets are selling well. But Jack Attack Jones... what do you make of what we have just seen?
JACK JONES: Hewson, I've seen a lot of betrayals. We've seen lots just here in NAPW. Brian Bruno though... something about that man honestly scares me. This isn't jealousy, this isn't ego. There is something DARK, something sinister within the soul of Brian Bruno. Simply Beautiful paid for it tonight, maybe at the expense of his chance at the NAPW Title shot tonight in Sole Survivor. Maybe at his career's expense.
BILL HEWSON: Be that as it said, if we get any updates on Simply Beautiful's condition, we will let you know. But as they say, the show must go on. From Cain to Judas... our next match will be The Beast, Bruce Richards, taking on former partner Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
Friends are to many people closer than family, because you can choose your friends. In Bruce Richards' case, he not only lost a friend, he lost a tag team partner, he lost his brother from another mother. The closest of relationships ended over jealousy and greed. For now on Bruce Richards may choose his friends more carefully. Tonight he finally gets a chance for retribution...
Stylin' Kyle hasn't anyone in his life who matters more to him... than himself. Everyone has exited his life, in one manner or another. He has nothing to lose, and that makes him more dangerous than ever. The Beast vs the Man with Blood on his Hands. The greatest tag team in wrestling no longer exists, and tonight we see the final nail into the coffin of the team known as The New and Improved DX. This match is not about wrestling, this is a fight... who has carried who, who made who... Who wins? Who survives as The New & Improved D-X explodes.... NEXT! JACK JONES: ... So that's why you don't mouth off to the guards in a Turkish Prison.
BILL HEWSON: I can feel it, in the back of my throat. Lunch, making it's big encore...
"I'm the man, baby!"
The Philosopher Kings save us from hearing any more of that story. Stylin' Kyle Roberts emerges from the curtains, and is met with a somewhat negative reaction. And by negative, I mean off the charts hostility. We can hear Jack and Bill faintly, but the crowd is making a LOT of noise right now. And Kyle?
You can't wipe that smirk off his face.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan... he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, he is STYLINNNNN' KYLE ROBERRRRTS!
Kyle takes center ring and soaks in the taunts. The hostility. He doesn't seem to care. Because he's better than these people. And he's smarter than these people. But then a chant starts up from some smart mark a few rows back. It takes a few seconds, but then it starts to catch on. Now the Toronto fans are chanting as one:
"Bruce is gonna kill you!
Bruce is gonna kill you!
Bruce is gonna kill you!"
Roberts just shakes his head, and brushes this off. But he can't ignore the reaction when "Son of a Bush" hits the speakers!
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta, he weights in at two-hundred and seventy pounds... HE IS "THE BEAST" BRRRRRRRUCE RIIIIIIIIICHARRRRRRRDS!
The Beast walks with a purpose to ringside. The chants don't stop. If anything, they're even LOUDER. Bruce hands off his hat and duster, then stands toe to toe with Roberts.
Former tag partner.
Former tag champions.
Former best friends.
And now someone's going to (bleep)in bleed.
JACK JONES: These ingrate Toronto fans don't seem to want us to talk much.
BILL HEWSON: Many have waited a long time for this match. Granted, even more never thought they'd SEE this match.
JACK JONES: Well, nobody's going to HEAR this match if people don't shut up!
Referee Dick Kiebiech calls for the bell, and the match begins. But the two men do not lock up. Richards' glare could bore holes through metal. Roberts is talking smack. Finally they lock up. Richards powers Roberts to the corner, and Kiebiech calls for the break. Richards breaks clean, and backs off, never taking his eyes off of Roberts. Roberts is a bit wary as they lock up again. Roberts hits an arm drag, and The Beast crashes to the mat! Roberts takes a moment to brag to the crowd, and Richards is back to his feet in an instant. They go to lock up once more, Roberts hits another arm drag, sending Beast down. And with a cocky smirk, leans in. Taps his head. And reminds Richards:
"I'm smarter than owwwww!!!"
Richards is done playing. He grabs Roberts' finger, and TWISTS. Roberts starts to lay in with some punches to get the Beast to let go, but there's fire in Richards' eyes now. Roberts makes it to the ropes, referee Kiebiech calls for the break, but this time is ignored. Kiebiech starts the count, and on four, Richards lets go.
And smiles, just a little bit.
JACK JONES: Such poor sportsmanship!
BILL HEWSON: Yes. Great isn't it?
Richards lunges at Roberts, but "Stylin" Kyle has decided to take a break. He rolls out of the ring, trying to get the blood flowing back in his hand. Richards is incensed, but obeys when Kiebiech tells him to stay in the ring. Roberts trash talks the fans in the front row. Kiebiech starts the ten count. And Richards? He waits. Finally Kyle gets back in, and they lock up. Roberts goes for another arm drag, but Richards plants himself firmly. Roberts tries again. No movement. Thumb to the eye of Richards, and the big man goes over. Roberts quickly applies a headlock on his fallen opponent. Richards gets to his knees, then powers to his feet, then lifts Roberts up and tosses him over the top rope to the floor! And the fans go wild! Roberts is furious, and he starts to make his way back to the dressing room. The fans don't like this. Richards? Ain't having ANY of that. This time, he's through the ropes and after Kyle in a flash. He catches the Stylin' one at the curtains, and starts to lay in with some hard chops. Kyle returns the favor, but he's trying to match blows with the wrong man on the wrong day. Richards is unrelenting, chopping Roberts hard enough to knock him on his ass! Roberts tries to beg off, but Richards drags him to his feet, tosses him over his shoulder, and goes back to the ring. Roberts is unceremoniously dumped into the ring. Richards follows. Roberts tries to crawl away. Richards grabs a hold of Kyle's leg, and drags him to center ring. Kyle gets a boot under Richards' jaw, knocking the big man back. STYLESKICK! Out of nowhere! And The Beast is down! Kyle goes for a quick cover! One-
The Beast kicks out with authority. Roberts tries to keep up the advantage, dropping an elbow, but Richards moves. Roberts holds his arm in pain, but that is soon the least of his worries, as he gets a kick in the spine. One that earns an groan from the fans. Beast seemed to like that. So he does it again. Harder. And gets an even louder groan. Why not one more time? Kick. Echo. Groan. And from Stylin' Kyle?
"STOP KICKING ME!"
Beast's response?:
"NO!"
And he kicks him again. (huge pop). However, he goes for one kick too many, and Roberts grabs Beast's leg and pulls him down. He tries to get a Beartamer, but is kicked back. He falls into the ropes, bounces back, and a rising Richards nails a lariat! Roberts looks to be knocked out! Beast with a cover! One... Two... Roberts kicks out!
BILL HEWSON: That may not have been wise...
JACK JONES: The ring bell Kyle! Use the ring bell!
BILL HEWSON: I don't think he can hear you.
Richards slaps a cobra clutch on Roberts! Roberts tries to fight it! He gets to his feet, and is inches away from grabbing the top rope, when Richards turns the submission into a cobra clutch bomb! Another cover! One... Two... Roberts gets his shoulder up again! He grabs onto the bottom rope. Richards tries to drag him away, but Kiebiech stops this. Richards backs up a few steps. Roberts lets go of the ropes. Gets to his feet. And as he turns around he gets a big boot to the face, sending him over the top rope to the floor! Roberts lands in a heap, and Bruce is quick to follow. Roberts swings at the Beast. Beast ducks, gets behind Roberts, and grabs him for a back suplex... no, he looks like he's going for an atomic drop... actually, Beast just dumps him crotch first on the guard rail. Kiebiech admonishes him for this, but apparently it wasn't on purpose. He got something painful in his eye. Everything's okay now though, and he hits Kyle with an elbow, knocking him into the crowd. Roberts struggles to his feet, and tries to escape out the back. The Toronto fans won't get out of his way though.
DAMN IT! MOVE!
Roberts is ignored. Richards has caught up. He places a hand on Kyle's shoulder, and turns him around. Kyle jabs a thumb in Bruce's eye, and goes for the railing. While one hand goes to his eye, Richards reaches out with other and grabs Kyle by the tights. Kyle gets a punch in, before Beast responds with a knee to the gut. Roberts hunches over, but not for long, as Bruce whips Kyle into the railing. Roberts sails over the railing, hits the floor, and rolls for a moment. Richards drags Roberts up and rolls him back into the ring.
BILL HEWSON: Referee Hewson cutting these men a LOT of slack tonight! I don't think there'll be any DQ's here unless a weapon is involved.
Richards stalks his former tag partner. The fans want blood. From the looks of things, Kyle is bleeding from his mouth. Richards methodically makes his way over to his opponent. Roberts looks to be in tears. He's on his knees, almost like he's trying to reconcile. Beast doesn't buy it. The fans don't buy it. And Roberts doesn't seem to buy himself. But he did get his opportunity to drop toe hold Beast throat first onto the ropes! Richards clutches at his throat as Roberts gets to his feet, and gives a bloody smirk to the crowd. And lets them know:
"I'M SMARTER THANK YOU!"
Pure venom from the crowd. But Roberts is too busy following up on this advantage. He starts to choke Richards on the ropes! Kiebiech is there in a flash to break it up. Roberts lets go... then starts the choke again! Kiebiech physically pulls Roberts off. Richards gets off the ropes, and Roberts pounces, laying in with a series of kicks! Beast tries to get to his feet.. Roberts goes to the second rope, jumps off, and hits a polarizer! And momentum changes just like that! Roberts with the cover! One... two... Richards gets his shoulder up! Roberts runs to the ropes, and goes for a Lionsault! And it hits! ... Bruce's knees. Both men are down and in pain. Richards gets back to his feet first. Roberts is up soon after, and he turns and gets a boot to the gut, and Beast with the pumphandle... into a throw! Roberts tossed across the ring! The fans are back on their feet, loving every minute of this! Richards goes for a cover... Kyle gets a small package! Sheer desperation may save this match for him! One... Two... Richards kicks out! He grabs Roberts by the scruff of the neck, drags him to the corner, and sets him up for a superplex! Kyle fighting him off! He jabs his thumb into Beast's eye AGAIN! Beast falls back. Kyle sets himself up for a top rope dropkick! He sails through the air at Beast...
Who casually moves to his left, while Roberts crashes to the mat. The fans are happy. Roberts is not. And Richards?
Has a smirk on his face now. But only for a moment. He'll have time to smile later. He goes to the top rope! It's moonsault time! Bruce gracefully sails through the air! But Roberts isn't having any of that! He gets his knees up, and the Beast crashes!
BILL HEWSON: Maybe they should stop with the high risk...
Roberts is hurt. There is more blood coming from his mouth. But he will not let his former best friend get the best of him. he hits the ropes and this time NAILS the Lionsault! A cover! One, two.. Beast kicks out, but this time has to work a bit to do it. Roberts seizes the opportunity, he grabs ahold of Richards' legs...
JACK JONES: He's going for the Beartamer!
Roberts strains to turn the big man over! Richards fights, but finally turns over! And Roberts cinches in on the hold! The fans are booing like crazy!
BILL HEWSON: Damn it! Roberts has been beaten from pillar to post, and yet he's still going to steal this win!
JACK JONES: Stole nothing! Roberts had to fight tooth and nail to get every shot in! If he can make Richards tap out, he'll have damn well EARNED this victory!
Richards face is contorted in pain. Richards is gleefully adding as much pressure as he can. Kiebiech is checking for a submission. The fans are begging Bruce not to give up! Richards can see the ropes. They're so close. He starts to drag himself to them. Kyle tries to get more of his weight into the hold. Beast just drags harder. Kyle straining with all his strength to keep Bruce down. Bruce reaches out... he can almost get his fingertip on the bottom rope... and he grabs it! Roberts won't let go! Richards grabs onto the middle rope, Roberts loosens up the hold so he can pull Richards back...
and Richards uses his leg strength to flip Roberts over! Roberts lands on his back! Richards grabs Roberts with The Claw! Roberts is LIFTED to his feet, and the Beast squeezes with all his might! The fans are going crazy! Richards goes from the claw to a choke hold... make that a
CHOKESLAM!!
Richards covers! One... two... Roberts kicks out! The Beast has had enough of this. He drags Roberts up, and signals for The Chart Attack! The fans pop like crazy as Richards gets him up... But Roberts slips out of the hold! Boot to the gut of the Beast, and Roberts is looking for Emerald Fusion! He has Richards up! The fans groan, as they know this move means certain victory for..
Richards grabs the ropes! Roberts tries to pull away, but Richards has a death grip on them! Roberts refuses to relent! The Beast lets go! Roberts loses his balance and falls forward! The Beast rolls forward, lands on his feet, and then scoops Roberts up, and sets him on his shoulders for
CHART ATTACK!!!
BILL HEWSON: CHART ATTACK! CHART ATTACK! This has to be over!
Richards covers. Kiebiech counts.
One
Two
Roberts gets his foot on the bottom rope. Bitch.
JACK JONES: IT'S NOT OVER! ROBERTS WILL NOT DIE!
Richards looks shocked. And Kyle?
Though he's bleeding from the mouth, and beaten beyond most people's comprehension...
He has enough to get to his knees and flip off the man he won five tag titles with.
And Richards has only one response to this.
Boot to the head.
Richards starts to bleed from his forehead now.
The Beast grabs a handful of Roberts' hair and drags him up. Roberts gets in a good punch to Bruce's kidney, but that won't stop the repeat performance.
CHART
ATTACK
AGAIN
In the middle of the ring. Richards hooks the leg. Kiebeich makes the count. And the fans count along just so there's no confusion.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!
FRANK WARBURTON: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL.... BRUUUUUUUCE THE BEAAAAAAAST RICHAAAAAAARDS!
BILL HEWSON: Yes! Yes! Yes! He did it! After all the betrayal, all the garbage Stylin' Kyle Roberts has done to him and the legacy of this team... THE BEAST has BEATEN THE MAN TONIGHT!
JACK JONES: Say it ain't so!
BILL HEWSON: And this capacity crowd is on their feet! A helluva victory here tonight by THE BEAST!
A massive pop from the crowd as Richards gets his hand raised! Roberts doesn't seem to be moving as the Beast takes the corner turnbuckle to salute the fans. But as the Beast leaves, Roberts starts to show signs of life...
A bloodied, beaten Kyle Roberts manages to stand with the help of the ring ropes. He motions for a microphone, which is handed to him. He stands, unsteadily, swaying from the loss of blood.
KYLE ROBERTS: Well, I bet you fans are happy, aren't you? You got to see Kyle Roberts get the shit kicked out of him.
The crowd cheers.
KYLE ROBERTS: Well, Bruce Richards might have won this match, but he hasn't won the war. Stylin' Kyle Roberts is still alive and standing. I'm like a cockroach. Heavy on the cock. Oh, the cockroach going up the spout.
What the? Man, that blood loss has made Kyle crazier than normal. Ryan Kingston comes in to make sure that his client's okay.
KYLE ROBERTS: Thing is, I'm going to go to the back, get fixed up, and I will come out to throw every NAPW deadbeat over the top rope in the Sole Survivor match. And when I get that title shot, I'll beat whoever the hell's the champion of this federation and become your NAPW champion!
Booo!
KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, you deserve it. And I certainly deserve that big shiny belt. Because Kyle Roberts is the face of this company. When you think NAPW, you think Stylin' Kyle Roberts and the sheer amount of moments that involve him dominating everybody in that locker room. And there's some delicious irony of Stylin' Kyle Roberts, a non-NAPW wrestler holding the NAPW's pride and joy.
Man, he's really out of it. The crowd's confused.
KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, that's right. Let me explain that. My legal counsel, Ryan Kingston, is in possession of a contract that I signed last night. That Rick Garrett, the owner of REBEL, is one smooth-talking son of a bitch. He took me out to dinner at the Mirabelle Bistro, and we talked business for a while. And when he mentioned a pay increase to me, well, I just signed on the dotted line. You're looking at, get this, the newest employee of REBEL! And the pay increase? That was the incentive to make me REBEL-exclusive. Your next NAPW champion will no longer be wrestling for NAPW!
The crowd boos heavily.
KYLE ROBERTS: Don't boo me! You would have done the exact same thing! He's paying me in American currency! What Rick Garrett realized is that REBEL needed legitimacy! It needed a talent that would actually WRESTLE, not just bash his opponent around with a garbage can! What Kyle Roberts brings is solid, technical wrestling. A wrestler's wrestler. A champion that the company can be proud of. You can have the midcard full of bloody brutal cluster(BLEEP)s like the Doomriders bring, but we're talking main events here! Kyle Roberts will take that company where it needs to be!
And then, with the title shot I earn tonight, I will come back and win the NAPW title as well.
Kyle drops the microphone, and exits to the back with the help of his lawyer, the fans booing every step of the way.
BILL HEWSON: Stylin' Kyle Roberts... has joined REBEL Pro Wrestling...?
JACK JONES: At the EXPENSE of New Alberta Pro! Haha, I love it! This promotion has never given Stylin' Kyle Roberts his due!
BILL HEWSON: Folks... we thought we'd heard it all! Of course, rather convienent that Stylin' Kyle is leaving NAPW after having the living hell beaten out of him by The Beast. Whatever the story, tonight, the victor is... The Beast!
Cut backstage. Josh Reynolds... is standing next to one-half of the STILL Tag Team Champions.
"Sick" Billy Kryenik.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Billy. Can I get a few words from you?
KRYENIK: Yeah, go nuts.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Tonight you and your partner Tommy Deathrow walked away from the four-corner elimination match with the Tag Team titles intact. How do you feel?
KRYENIK: It feels great. It feels good to know that no matter what the odds, the Doomriders can get it done. Just like we promised we would.
JOSH REYNOLDS: But now, you have to put that behind you. Now, you have to go into the match with Ravager for the NAPW Heavyweight title. How prepared are you, knowing that you've already wrestled one hell of a match against three other teams? How ready are you?
KRYENIK: I am ready. I trained for this match knowing that I could be going into the match with Ravager as either a winner or a loser. Tommy and I could still have the belts. Or we could have lost them. No matter what the outcome of the tag team match was to be, I was training for both. I knew it would go either way and I got myself mentally prepared for that.
JOSH REYNOLDS: But will the fatigue factor come into play? I mean, two matches in one night is a pretty remarkable thing to go through.
KRYENIK: Josh, this is what I was waiting for. This type of opportunity. It didn't matter what the circumstances were or how it was going to go down. I am ready to take on two matches in one card. Sure I'm tired. Sure I've already taken a beating. But I'm one hungry dog Josh. I'm starving and drooling at the look of that championship belt. Ravager is a great wrestler and he's been through a hell of a lot since coming to NAPW. But I believe that it is my destiny is to win the Heavyweight title...
At any cost. Be it fatigue or pain and punishment. I don't care. Throw everything you can at me. I WILL find a way to reach my destiny.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Thank you Billy. Good luck out there.
KRYENIK: I won't need luck. With my hometown crowd out there cheering me on, it'll an unforgettable victory for SBK. Toronto fans! LET RAVAGER HEAR IT!
Knock, knock... That is the sound of opportunity. It doesn't come around to everyone's door often. For Billy Kryenik this is his first opportunity at NAPW supremacy. It very well could be his only one at that. The home crowd favorite, the year of the Doomriders, one half of the tag team champions... so many things on his side. Except that this isn't his only match. Not only that, to win the most coveted prize in the promotion... he must beat "The Last Resort."
He must beat Ravager.
Ravager doesn't hear knocking at his door, but rather the tick tock of time. Will he be able to fight off the crowd, the momentum, and once again prove the world wrong? Will he remain perched on his thrown for a bit longer, and add more time to his title reign? Or will history repeat itself and he once again fail at the biggest event in NAPW? So many questions and only one match can settle it. The NAPW Championship match...
Is next.
BILL HEWSON: Ever since regaining the NAPW Championship at Cold Snap, Ravager has set himself on a path to become the greatest Champion this company has ever known. Perhaps, in his eyes, it's to make up for what some would call a lackluster reign that ended at this very event last year, when Minstrel slipped out of consciousness under the pressure of the Rings of Rex, and the title slipped out of Ravager's hands. Or it could be that Ravager is simply the most intense, tough, physical man in the whole of New Alberta Pro. Whatever it is, "Sick" Billy Kryenik is coming into his hometown of Toronto tonight in hopes of becoming the tenth NAPW Champion. To do it, he'll have to take a walk on the edge of insanity with White Collar Assassin. He battled his way through a Battle Royale and the Canada Cup to earn this opportunity. It should be an instant classic.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP!
Nottingham Lace - the crowd explodes! Out steps DOOMrider Kryenik, his NAPW Tag Team Championship draped over his shoulder as he steps out to the ring.
JACK JONES: Check out the reaction for the hometown guy! It's deafening!
BILL HEWSON: Earlier tonight, Tommy Deathrow and Billy Kryenik defended their Tag Team Titles in a spectacular Fatal Four Way. Now, Billy looks to add to his title collection. If I were a betting man, I'd have to say the odds were stacked in his favor - fresh off of a win, all the momentum in the world, and the support of the Toronto crowd.
JACK JONES: Bah! Who's the Champion, Hewson? As much as I hate to say it, it's Ravager. As long as he holds the strap, he's got the advantage - he can't lose it this time unless Kryenik BEATS him for it, unlike last year.
Kryenik gets in the ring, heads to a corner, and stoically waits for his opponent - and then:
Four Cellos. Path! And the crowd...boos? Ravager steps out, not caring even a bit, but the boo birds come down like waterfall on the Champ. Pockets of loyal fans still cheer, but the overwhelming response is anti-Ravager. As he steps through the ring ropes, he can't help but smirk.
BILL HEWSON: I have to say, Jack Attack, I'm a bit surprised by this reaction. Sure, they're behind Billy, but you'd imagine -
JACK JONES: Does anyone need to be reminded of certain blonde haired, orange tanned old man who upstaged the most charismatic performer of his era in THIS VERY CITY?
BILL HEWSON: I suppose not.
FRANK WARBURTON: And now, the competitors. In this corner, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada! (HUGE POP) He weighed in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds; he's a two time and reigning NAPW Tag Team Champion. He is the master of the Dry Lake, "SIIIICK" BIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY KRRRRRRYYYYYYEEEENIIIIIKK!
The cheering is at a fever pitch; they want to see the Ontario boy take home the gold tonight!
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent. He is the two time and reigning NAPW Champion, as well as the first ever Provincial Champion! Hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at two hundred ten pounds, he is the LAST RESORT! THIS..... IS..... RAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAGGEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR!
And there's those boos again; Ravager just grins, devilishly. It's not affecting him, but if the shoe fits...
The two NAPW legends walk to the middle of the ring, and get nose to nose. Ravager smirks at his foe, the man who's claimed that he'll lead NAPW into its new era. Kryenik stares right back at the Champion he claimed is part of the "old era", the time "Sick" Billy left behind after he broke his neck. "You're old news, Ravager. It's my time now." SLAP! Kryenik's head slaps back! SLAP! Ravager grabs his cheek and nearly falls to the floor, and the fans go ballistic! Billy's a house of fire, wailing away on the champion with a devastating combo of lefts and rights - before Ravager ducks a big hook and hits a searing knife edge chop. Kryenik grab's his chest in pain, giving Ravager enough time fire a chop right across his stomach. He works Kryenik over into the ring ropes with a few stiff, hard elbows to the side of the head and face, and then whips him off the ropes - Kryenik counters off the bounce with a flying elbow! Both men scramble to their feet, but Kryenik beats Ravager to punch; or rather, the arm drag. Kryenik keeps the arm hooked and wrenches back, but Ravager quickly hooks a foot under the bottom rope to force the break.
Referee Dick Kiebiech separates them on the mat - but it's Ravager with a stiff, hard shot to the chops as they're pulled apart! The crowd doesn't it like it all, but the Champion just shrugs. Kryenik's still fired up, and he charges Ravager only to get sent on his back with a textbook headlock takeover. Ravager plays copycat now and holds onto the headlock, but Kryenik shows off some technical skill of his own as he slides around and forcibly breaks the hold. Not to be outdone, Ravager pulls off the standing switch and buries Kryenik with a snap release German Suplex. The Tag Team Champ folds up like an accordion, and Ravager stays on the assault by picking him up for a quick scoop slam, rattling the challenger's skeleton like a tuning prong. The White Collar Assassin off the ropes, and he brings down a stiff fist drop that looked more like a diving punch right to the forehead.
Kryenik grabs at his face in pain and rolls over to his back - not the best place to be. Ravager goes for a stomp on the mat - Kryenik evades! He springs to his feet and delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop, leaving Ravager to grab at his groin in pain - a perfect set-up for the KISS OF BABYLON! That looked like it just decapitated the Champion! Kryenik goes for the Halo, the move he's still yet to perfect! He's almost got it synched in, if he can hook it up we might have a new champion! He reaches for that other leg, the leg he needs to seal the deal....he struggles....Ravager wiggles....and breaks out! So close! Kryenik moves in on his downed opponent and kicks him in the back, trying to keep him on the mat for another attempt at the Halo, but Ravager fights to his feet and blasts the challenger with one of the stiffest chops you'll ever see - right in Kryenik's mouth. Sick Billy falls down to the mat, grabbing at his jaw as if it were just knocked clean off.
BILL HEWSON: What a shot from the Champion. Early on, he's shown everyone why he should be the favorite to win not only this match, but to remain champion for a very long time.
JACK JONES: Don't get ahead of yourself Hewson, this one's far from over. I must admit, however I like the aggressiveness of the Champ here.
And aggressive he is, indeed. He mounts Kryenik MMA style and starts hammering down on him with brutal elbow shots. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! Over and over again, until Ravager finally relents. The crowd's none too happy, and the boos filter in again. Ravager gets right back to work, picking Kryenik up and whipping him to the post. Ravager bum rushes, but gets a back elbow to the face for his troubles. Undeterred, he pummels Kryenik with a backhand chop and sends him back to the corner, and quickly picks him up and sets him on the top rope for what looks like a Superplex, but Ravager blows his head back with a European Uppercut and stuns Kryenik and the crowd with a SUPER CUTTER! The pin attempt, this might be all!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
Ravager nearly ended this match in a heartbeat! Ravager gets up to his knees, and decides to keep Kryenik on the mat for some ground and pound. He hooks in a side leg lock and leaaaans back, applying some intense pressure on the DOOMrider's left leg. He wrenches on the leg a bit more, but Kryenik is able to drag him over and get a hold of the ropes to get a quick break. Kryenik gets up with some help from the ropes, and turns just in time to get plastered with a sweet-looking Northern Lights Suplex! No bridge attempt and Ravager is in complete control once more. He lays in with a few kicks, and drops a crushing elbow to the sternum. He covers, but barely gets two before Kryenik kicks out. Ravager pulls Billy up by the hair, but a Belly-to-Belly Suplex catches him by surprise! Ravager slams off the mat, but bounces right back up in a daze only to be driven down with an awesome, old-school Gutwrench Suplex! Kryenik floats over into a quick pin, and hooks both legs! ONE, TWO......WHOA! Ravager barely kicks out, but it looked for a brief split second that Kryenik had the pin! Kryenik now is on the offensive, and he picks up the Champion, whips him into the ropes, and gets a nice sized pop and a round of applause from the fans following a perfect Swinging Neckbreaker!
Oh my, the tides have turned! Ravager rolls out of the ring to bide his time, but Kryenik has none of it - he dives through the ropes at the Champ and they both careen into the guardrail, smacking into the unforgiving steel! They lay their nigh-motionless for a short while, the only movement being Ravager's heaving chest and Kryenik trying to get to his feet. Kiebiech isn't about to let this match end in a countout, and gives them ample to get back in the ring. Kryenik is up first, and he shovels Ravager back inside, and brings a hard forearm down over his chest before he too slides back in. Ravager rolls to the middle of the ring, and gets to his hands and knees. Out of his peripheral vision he sees Kryenik coming with a Double Axehandle in mind and gets in a stiff right hand to the gut, doubling him over - SMALL PACKAGE!
ONE...TWOOOOO.....THRE-KICKOUT!
Holy Mackerel! Both men get to their feet in a lickety-split, but it's Ravager who strikes first with a DDT! Kryenik's head bounces off the mat, and his body shoots up before he falls right back down on his face. Ravager rolls over and goes for the Garrote! He's got the Toehold applied, now for the Inverted Cravate...Kryenik's fighting...back head butt knocks Ravager off his back, but the White Collar Assassin latches onto Kryenik's head like a pit bull and squeezes him into a Side Headlock. Kryenik gets to his feet and manages to get Ravager in a roll up, but Ravager slips right out of it and rams a knee right into Kryenik's face! Ravager wants to slow the pace down here, and knows just how to do it. He picks Billy up and sends him to the corner, following him in. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Kryenik's chest is red as the Sea Moses parted! "OOF" goes Kryenik as a knee is lifted into his gut, and he falls to his backside as the air shoots out of his lungs. Ravager sticks to it, and unleashes a barrage of kicks and punches to the head.
Kryenik just might be fading out; it doesn't look good at all for the Doomie. Nearly exhausted, Ravager lays in with one more kick and finally backs off. The crowd boos him a bit, but he just shrugs it off and tries to get his second wind. But, a funny thing happens. The boos turn to cheers. Not because the fans have had a change of heart, oh no; Kryenik is on his feet! Ravager looks back to the corner just in time to see the picturesque dropkick that compounds his face like an old, beat-up Buick. His body jolts back and slams the canvas as Kryenik gets up and goes berserk! The hometown crowd is frenzied, and the chants of "Bill-EEE, Bill-EEE" start up. Kryenik scoops up the "Last Resort", and hits a Double Underhook Powerbomb into a pin! The Lyger Bomb! COVER GETS JUST TWO AND A HALF! The collective moan of the crowd makes it very clear that they expected three. Kryenik did too, but he's too in the zone to complain. He shoots Ravager off the ropes and again hits the Kiss of Babylon, just as solid as the first time he hit it! Another pin, another close, close two count! Ravager just refuses to stay down! Kryenik measures him up for a big Right Hook, but Ravager ducks under it and locks him up in a backslide! Kryenik fights to stay up...Ravager fights even harder to drag him down...but their arms come untangled and Kryenik is able to slip around in front of him and blast him with a Facebuster! Ravager's face meets mat, but he wisely stays on his stomach to avoid the pin. Kryenik locks in the Camel Clutch, perhaps trying to weaken Ravager for another crack at the Halo.
BILL HEWSON: What a great period of intense back and forth action, but now it's Kryenik trying to weaken the Champion. Even you have to applaud him on some great strategy, Jack Attack.
JACK JONES: I hate both of these guys, Hewson; I'm just calling this one as I see it.
BILL HEWSON: So you're saying you usually show bias to wrestlers you like?
JACK JONES: You got rocks between your ears?
BILL HEWSON: Would you stop?
JACK JONES: Don't lowball me with questions like that!
BILL HEWSON: Don't kiss the butts of guys like Casino and Rees and I won't have to.
JACK JONES: WHOA, check out that reversal!
Ravager pushes Kryenik off, sending him flying onto his back. Billy gets on the double and charges Ravager, connecting with a running STO! On pure adrenalin alone, Ravager pops up and kicks Billy right in the nuts! BRAIN-BUSTAAAAAHHH SUPLEX, what a head-dropper! A pin! ONE!....TWOOOOO...HE GOT HIM! NO! THISCLOSE! Ravager pounds the mat in frustration, and takes out some of that frustration on Billy's back with a stiff kick between the shoulder blades. Ouch! Kryenik clutches at his back in pain! Another kick! The fans boo, but Ravager has just about enough for the DOOMrider! He picks him up, turns him around - LAST RESORT! No, wait! Kryenik hooked his feet on the middle rope! Ravager alters his move right in the middle of it and DRIVES him down with a Reverse DDT! Oohs and aahs from the partisan crowd as both men lie on their backs. Ravager manages to drape an arm over, but his pin is only two and a half before Kryenik kicks out!
Kryenik rolls over, gets on his knees, and blocks a punch from the already standing Ravager. A return shot brushes the Champion back, and Kryenik gets to his feet. He rights and lefts abound, hammering Ravager all the way up against the ropes. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Ravager falls to his knees as if he were shot in the back! Kryenik off the adjacent ropes - YAKUZA KICK! Executed, Japanese Mafia style! ONNNEEEE....TWWWWOOOOOO.........NOT THREE! NOT THREE! He was just a hair's breath away from the Title, but it ain't over yet, not even after that monster boot. Kryenik immediately picks him up for a Snap Suplex, and hits it. Another pin, and yet another near fall! Without even a hitch, Kryenik picks Ravager up and sends him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Samoan Drop! Kryenik sits up, contemplates going for the cover, but instead decides to try to finish him off for good. A scoop up, followed by a few stiff, deliberate elbows to the jaw, leads into a whip to the corner - running lariat! He's going for the Hot Salvation! He has Ravager up on the top, and here it goes! He nailed it! Ravager stumbles forward, completely listless - DRY LAKE! NO! Ravager slides out of it and hits a Step-Up Enzuigiri in a last ditch effort! He just cleaned Kryenik's clock, and bought himself a load of time.
BILL HEWSON: It would seem Ravager is going a bit deep in the playbook, wouldn't you say?
JACK JONES: He'll have to if he wants to survive this match! That maniac Kryenik is liable to kill him!
Both men lie on the mat, Kryenik clutching his head, Ravager just clinging onto to his last breath. What a match! The crowd is cheering for both men to get up now, and Kiebiech is forced to start his double countout. His sloooow double countout. ONE! TWO! Ravager isn't moving an inch. Kryenik stirs, but after that vicious shot to the head he doesn't even know where he's at right now. Kiebiech gives them some more time...THREE! Kryenik grabs a hold of the middle rope, but can't pull himself up. Ravager does the same as the count hits FOUR! It gets all the way up to SIX! before Ravager finally rises to his feet - and clotheslines Kryenik right over the top rope, taking himself along for the ride! Now flying on the adrenalin from the crowd, the two modern-day warriors get to their feet and slug it out. Standing toe to toe they trade punches - and Kryenik gets in one of those face-cracking Right Hooks! And an Irish Whip to the guardrail nearly crushes Ravager's vertebrae into dust; he falls to the arena floor in utter agony.
Billy has fire in his eyes, he wants to get him back inside and go for the Halo once more! But it's Ravager who desperately fights him off with a rake of the eyes! The crowd doesn't like it, but when you're fighting for the top prize anything goes. Ravager hooks him with a neat European Uppercut, and chops him into the guardrail for good measure. He backs up a few paces and sizes up a Lariat, but Kryenik ducks it! Back body drop sends Ravager into row one, seat nine! The fans are going wild as Kryenik follows him into the crowd - this isn't a hardcore match, and Kiebiech quickly dashes outside to inform Kryenik, only to be ignored as he pounds away on the Champion with hard right hands. Kryenik raises his hand up high over the kneeling Ravager's head and the crowd cheers like MAD as he crashes it down on his temple!
Kiebiech finally gets him to head back to the ring by threatening disqualification, and the distraction of hopping over the guardrail is all Ravager needs to seize his opportunity, in the form of a sick elbow smash to the back of the head Billy Kryenik! He topples over the railing and onto the cold, hard concrete as Ravager follows behind in hot pursuit. He picks the challenger up and at last sends him back inside the ring. Quick cover just gets a two count, and Ravager looks at Kiebiech as if to he just stole from him. Not to be messed with Kiebiech holds up two fingers right in his face, incensing the Champion even further. Translation: Kryenik is in trouble. Ravager peels him off the mat and goes super old-school with an Ear Clap, and then fires in a headbutt so stiff it'd be declared legally dead - and Kryenik just might be too if he has to take anymore of those. Ravager quickly whips him to the corner, and in a flurry follows up with a splash and sends him up top -
BILL HEWSON: NO WAY!
BUSINESS IS BUSINESS, INDEED! THE MUSCLE BUSTER! Kryenik may have just been deep sixed, Ravager goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THIS IS IT!
THREE! - NO!
JACK JONES: HOW? HOW?!?
Ravager can't believe it...he pulls at his hair in complete frustration, he was sure the Muscle Buster would put him away! He gets up, and Kryenik isn't moving. Then, an idea comes to his head. He steps out between the ring ropes...
BILL HEWSON: Where on God's Green Earth is that man going?
JACK JONES: As far away from Kryenik as possible?
Not quite, Jack Attack. He walks along the apron...and ascends the ropes to the top turnbuckle!
BILL HEWSON: OH MY! OH MY GOODNESS!
JACK JONES: HE'S OFFICIALLY LOST HIS MIND -
JONES AND HEWSON: OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD!
RAVAGER OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE DIVING HEADBUTT NOBODY'S HOME! KRYENIK ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY --- He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
JACK JONES: NEW CHAMPION!
BILL HEWSON: No! RAVAGER KICKED OUT, by God, HE KICKED OUT!
Now it's Kryenik's turn to look on in frustration, as he simply can't believe that Ravager could be able to kick out after all that. Ravager rolls onto his back instinctively to protect from the secondary pin attempt. That's all Kryenik needed - he straps in the Branch Breaker. Ravager's eyes come alive with the horrible, twisting pain. His spine is contorted in ways not meant for the human anatomy, and Kryenik yanks back on his neck as if trying to twist the cap off a beer bottle.
BILL HEWSON: Will the Champion tap out? He's trapped in the middle of the ring, he may be forced to just to save his career! But look at him FIGHT!
JACK JONES: He's gonna tap! Look, he's raising his hand to tap out!
Ravager's hand is indeed raised...but he just shakes his index finger - "not tonight"! Kryenik SCREAMS for him to tap, but it's no dice! He pulls back as hard as he can one last time, almost snapping Ravager in half in the process, but the champion will NOT give up! Enraged, "Sick" Billy at last lets go of the hold, and the crowd is finding it hard not to cheer Ravager as badly as they want to see Kryenik walk out with the gold.
BILL HEWSON: What guts! I can't believe he survived that!
JACK JONES: Hey, I'll be the first guy to say that having to tap out sucks. But sometimes you just have to tap. That was one of those times. He's too weak to even cover up now, let alone win the match. I tell you what, if Kryenik gets him the in the Halo, he'd better tap or he'll be spending the rest of his career in a wheelchair.
Kryenik is trying to figure out what to try next, and decides the best route is to get back to the basics - DOOMrider-style asskicking. He picks up the hobbled champion, and punches him square in the jaw with everything he's got left. Ravager stumbles to the ropes and bounces off, right into a drop-toehold -
BILL HEWSON: Kryenik's going for the Halo! This could be all she wrote!
Kryenik struggles mightily with the champion to lock in the hold, but once again he just can't seem to get it applied - Ravager breaks free, and seems to get some sort of second wind! In a flash, he pummels Kryenik with TOO many right hands and locks him up in a standing Arm Bar! He wrenches the arm, and Kryenik yelps in pain, grabbing at his elbow -
BILL HEWSON: LAST RESORT! THE DRAGON SUPLEX! CONNECTS!
ONEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOO!
Holy. (BLEEP)ing. Shit.
Kryenik kicked out. And the fans? The fans have just blown the roof into orbit.
Ravager just lies still for a while. Maybe it's fatigue. Maybe it's shock. Whatever it may be, he can't get up. Kryenik is almost unconscious, but something deep down...something hidden well within the fibers of his being...wills him to his feet. Ravager sits back in the corner, and just stares at him. Kryenik beckons him on: "Let's dance!" Ravager hoists himself up and nods. He walks right over to Kryenik, his eyes cold as ice. "Till death," he responds.
Ravager. Kryenik. Back to square one. Hold onto your seats, folks.
And the fists are flying! The go back and forth, sending each other rocking and reeling, but it's a stalemate! The two look at each other, both in complete disbelief of the other's abilities, and lock together in a collar and elbow tie-up. Ravager shoves Kryenik to the mat, but he gets right back up and slaps Ravager down! Ravager crawls backwards, unable to stand, and Kryenik moves in for the kill - RAVAGER SPINEBUSTER! He caught him off guard, and made him pay! The pin! ONEEEEEE......TWWWWWOOOOOO.......KICKOUT! Ravager shoots up, picks up Kryenik, and goes for a Russian Leg Sweep - blocked! Kryenik with a punch to the face! He picks him up for a fireman's carry - TKO! COVER! HE JUST. GETS. TWO!
BILL HEWSON: This is unbelievable! What will it take? One of these men is leaving in a hearse at this rate!
JACK JONES: No more talking, Hewson. Just enjoy.
Kryenik picks Ravager up, not missing a beat, and clumsily tries to set up for the Dry Lake - but he's been so badly beaten, Ravager gets him with a back body drop. Ravager stumbles forward and catches himself on the ropes; otherwise, he'd be right on the mat with Kryenik. He turns around, in a fog - and walks right into the DRY LAKE!
ONNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
NO SIR! RAVAGER KICKED OUT! Kryenik flips out, kicking the bottom rope and getting right in Kiebiech's face. The crowd's cheering gets him back into focus, and he scoops up Ravager for one last Dry Lake - RAVAGER COUNTERS - GO BEHIND! LAST RESORT!
ONE!
TWO!
KRYENIK'S FEET ARE TANGLED IN THE ROPES, and Kiebiech finally sees it! Rope break saves the day for Kryenik! Ravager is the first man up, and he's barely able to use the ropes to help him on his way. He grabs at Kryenik.
SMALL PACKAGE!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!
NOT THREE!
Ravager with an unbelievable kickout! Both men shoot to their feet, Kryenik goes off the ropes - but so does Ravager!
LARIAT TAKES KRYENIK'S HEAD OFF! Ravager collapses in a heap, but lands right on top of him!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!
BILL HEWSON: WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, THAT WAS THE GREATEST NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH I HAVE EVER, EVER SEEN! THIRTY-THREE MINUTES OF HELL AND RAVAGER IS WALKING OUT OF SOLE SURVIVOR THE CHAMPION! RAVAGER'S CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED, AND ALL IT TOOK WAS TWO LAST RESORTS AND A LARIAT STRAIGHT FROM THE PITS OF HELL TO DO IT!
JACK JONES: I've liked Ravager; I've hated Ravager, but my God Hewson, now more than ever I respect Ravager. He took and gave all he could in this match - and he's still the champion!
Ravager lies on his back, that familiar smirk spread across his face. Kiebiech brings the NAPW Championship belt over to him, and drapes it over his chest. Ravager cradles it in tight before he's finally able to stand up and hold it high for all to see. Kryenik stands as well. The fans are cheering their hearts out for both men, even if they are disappointed that Kryenik was defeated. They each take a good, long look at the other.
And then shake hands. Kryenik pats him on the shoulder, and goes to leave - but Ravager stops him. He points to the fans - the one thousand people giving the two men a deafening standing ovation. They bask in their moment of glory for just a moment, before Kryenik leaves to let Ravager have some more of his day in the Sun.
BILL HEWSON: Billy Kryenik is one class act, and if I dare say, a future NAPW Champion. He left it all in the ring, but on this night, it just was not enough.
JACK JONES: Maybe one day, Hewson, but not this day. Tonight belongs to Ravager.
Ravager gives a final wave to the crowd before leaving the ring, NAPW Championship strapped around his waist. When he gets to the entrance, he turns and raises his arms in an iconic pose:
Ravager: NAPW CHAMPION!
Transition. Backstage interviewer Josh Reynolds stands in front of a Sole Survivor banner. The camera focuses on him as he starts to speak.
JOSH REYNOLDS: At this time I would like to welcome the NAPW Provincial Champion, the man who earlier tonight won a controversial decision against Simply Beautiful... "LDK" Lloyd Rees.
Rees, Salty, and Banks enter the promo area. Rees is bloodied from his match with Simply Beautiful but the plethora of gold is still gleaming. He looks pissed and fired up at the same time.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Lloyd, we are just moments away from the second annual Sole Survivor. Last year you put on a great showing, making it all the way to the final four, even costing NAPW legend, D!, the match. What do you predict your performance will be this year, especially after such a brutal match-up with Simply Beautiful already tonight?
"LDK" LLOYD REES: Were ya not listen'n on Thursday when we had our little sit down Josh?!
JOSH REYNOLDS: Well, once you grabbed me by the throat I kind of forgot everything that was said...
"LDK" LLOYD REES: It kinda went like dis Larry!! Da "LDK" has made of a career of better'n his own achievements here in da NAPW. I wouldn't expect dis years Sole Survivor t'be any different. Lets see, last year I made it t'da final four. So, dis year, I guaran-dame-tee d'hat I'm go'n t'make it at least d'hat far, match earlier in da night or not! Also last year, D! got lucky!! Befer I managed t'smash him over da back with a steel chair, he put me out!! But, dis year...
JOSH REYNOLDS: Yes...?
"LDK" LLOYD REES: Figure it out jerk-off!!
Lloyd and Banks exit.
J. SALTY: Basically Josh, da man d'hat ya just had da utmost pleasure of be'n in da presence of is not only da handed picked poster boy of REBEL Pro, he's not only da TECHNICAL TERROR, not only is he da four-time and current NAPW Champion, but by da end of da night he will also be da 2007 Sole Survivor winner and have a shot at the NAPW Championship. Oh and just in case ya didn't catch his name; he's da "LDK," da one and da only... LLOYD REES!!!
John gives Josh a pinch on the cheek, like your grandmother would, and exits behind Lloyd and Banks.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Back to you, Jack Attack, Bill.
Cut back to the announce table. Hewson and Jones. One last time on Pay-Per-View.
BILL HEWSON: Ladies and gentlemen! What a NIGHT! And now we are just MOMENTS AWAY from the SOLE SURVIVOR MATCH! I've just recieved word from the back that Big Bad Brian Bruno has left the building, and will NOT be in tonights main event. However, it seems that Rex Caliber HAS found a last minute replacement, so tonight we'll see FOUR mystery entrants, it would seem.
JACK JONES: I don't care how man mystery opponents are in this match tonight, Bill Hewson. There's no way my pick, KRENSHOV, is leaving this ring except as the winner of this match!
The lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. The excitement of the semi-main event is still buzzing, but now there's a sense of anticipation. Lights flicker, and a video package starts. "...the Sole Survivor battle royal..." "Defeat twenty-nine men in one night and ya get a shot at glory, a shot at the big bad NAPW Championship." "TNT" by AC/DC starts back up and we see quick cuts of twenty seven of the men who are here tonight to compete. "LDK" Lloyd Rees. Thomas Young. Nightmare. Sebastien Martyr. "I have nothing in my head, nothing in my sights, except winning." Chris Casino. Big Bad Brian Bruno. "The Angry" American" Matthew Kurtis. Stylin' Kyle Roberts. "...NAPW Champion. It's got a ring to it, doesn't it?" "The Gentleman" Randall Powell. Tijuana Jack. Lovely Lyndsey Valentine. Prince Darko. "The Show" Chad Kurtis. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to come out on top in the royale." Stone Zellor. Kenny "The Colossal" Krenshov. "Superstar" Tommy Deathrow. Jeff James. Clint Zellor. "There isn't anyone in Sole Survivor who can take me out." Dio Muerte. Bruce "the Beast" Richards. Jay O'Brien. Simply Beautiful. "DonŐt call me the next D!... call me the Sole Survivor." "Bad Boy" Joey Malone. Sakai. Santiago. Kevin Kodiak. The music builds to a creshendo, then cuts. The screen goes black. "Even the one guy you least expect, can be crowned the champ, so many variables, and anything can and will happen in that ring."
It's time...
The lights rise and Frank Warburton is in the ring. The crowd cheers.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time...for the SOLE SURVIVOR MATCH. Two wrestlers will start the match, with a new wrestler entering every two minutes until all thirty superstars have entered the contest! A wrestler is eliminated only when he has been thrown over the top rope and both feet have touched the ground. The final man left standing will be the SOLE SURVIVOR, and earn an NAPW Championship match! Now, to introduce the superstar who drew number ONE...
Another hush falls over the crowd. All eyes turn expectantly to the entry way. Buzzzzzz!
AKFORTY! "FARTHER AWAY!"
FRANK WARBURTON: JEFF! JAMES!
JEFF JAMES erupts from the curtains! He looks pumped! He looks hyped! He looks READY to go the distance!
BILL HEWSON: Jeff James! Jeff James is NUMBER ONE! Last year D! went from number one to number TWENTY-NINE! Can Jeff James defy history!?
JACK JONES: He's done it before, Hewson! That kind of confidence will definately help... but I don't envy him drawing the worst number possible.
James races to the ring and dives on in. He rolls to his feet and stands, poised like a winner, and then turns to the entry ramp expectanctly. The crowd hushes again, and... Buzzzzzz!
"GUESS WHO'S BACK?"
FRANK WARBURTON: THE SHOWWWWWWWW! CHAD! KURTIS!
BILL HEWSON: Chad Kurtis! This man wants to make himself into a legend tonight! And what better way to do it than by going from NUMBER TWO right up to the end!
JACK JONES: He's got a LONG HAUL in store for him tonight! But I'll give him this, if "The Show" wins this thing, I'll be the first to call him A LEGEND.
The crowd explodes as "The Show" CHAD KURTIS flies out of the curtains. He rushes to the ring and slides in. Frank Warburton steps out of the ring as all three NAPW referees take a position around the ring. In the ring, Chad Kurtis and Jeff James settle in for the long haul. Jeff James extends a hand, and The Show takes it with a nod. There's a lot of respect between these two men, and the crowd shows their appreciation. Both men back off of one another... and THERE'S THE BELL!
James and Kurtis lock up in the ring! They struggle against one another, but Kurtis has the size advantage and starts pushing JJ back toward the ropes, and starts pushing him up against them. James grunts, then HEADBUTTS Chad Kurtis! Kurtis reels back, and Jeff James locks up with him. SIDE EFFECT. Both men scramble to their feet. The Show rubs his forehead and smirks, then rushes JJ. James, caught off guard, is driven into a corner, but he responds by elbowing Kurtis in the ribs. The Show recoils, and Jeff James turns and hops to the second rope! MOON...NO! Kurtis grabs him from behind on the second rope... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! James spills mid-ring and Kurtis is right on his tail! He pulls James to his feets and whips him hard at the ropes, but James catches himself before he goes over... but a clothesline from The Show sends him over the top rope! The pitch of the crowd rises, but Jeff James lands on his feet on the apron! A shoulder thrust between the ropes puts some distance between him and Kurtis, and he slides back into the ring as the crowd chants, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzz!
"Driver's High" by Larc En Ciel!
JACK JONES: Dez Carter!?
BILL HEWSON: He must be one of the mystery opponents!
DEZ CARTER comes out to a decent ovation from the NAPW fans! He rushes the ring as his music fades out, and meets "The Show" Chad Kurtis mid-ring with a WICKED STIFF palm strike to the chin! The Show literally goes end-over-end and crashes into a corner! Jeff James goes to grapple with the newcomer, but Carter turns, grabs an outstretched arm, PLANTS James in the ring with a judo toss, and locks in a sick looking arm-hold! Carter shows mercy, releases the hold while James rolls into a corner, and rises to a MUCH louder ovation from the fans!
BILL HEWSON: Oh WOW! I've never seen Carter look so focused! Such intensity! It's like a new man in the ring!
Kurtis is back on his feet and grapples Dez Carter from behind. Both men struggle for a moment, and then Carter manages to break free. Dez spins and unleashes a volley of chops on The Show that drives him back to the ropes, but before Carter can capitalize, Jeff James nails him from behind! 10...9...8...7...6... James, whips Carter into the ropes opposite... 5...4...3...2...1... Carter rebounds... Buzzzzz! JUMPING SUPERKICK!
AkForty. "Huh"!
And PRINCE DARKO hits the ring!
JACK JONES: Bad luck for The Show and Carter! Foundation assemble!
Darko's reception isn't warm, but he doesn't seem to care. He starts throwing kicks at The Show in one of the corners, while Jeff James goes for a CRASH LANDING on Carter mid-ring... but Carter rolls aside at the last second and James hits nothing but mat! He cringes but quickly retakes his feet. In the corner, Prince Darko has The Show up for a HUGE spinebuster! Darko, with authority, hauls up Kurtis by the hair and WHIPS him into the ropes! The Show SPILLS... but lands on the apron and rolls back into the ring as Darko turns to assist James with Carter. Dez Carter is up on the ropes, holding on for dear life as Jeff James tries to pry him over. Darko grabs a leg and starts helping James with the leverage as the clock starts counting down! 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzz!
Metallica! "The House That Jack Built"!
TIJUANA JACK, an NAPW newcomer, hits the ring, with a bottle of hot sauce in his hand! Dez Carter spills to the apron and the Foundation duo turn to see the newcomer, and TJ quickly takes a BIG SWIG of Tabasco! Toe kicks! Jack doubles over and his face goes red as he SWALLOWS all that Tabasco! Jeff James takes Jack by the shaggy blonde mane and whips him to the ropes, where he catches himself... but Prince Darko's there with the followup! And a clothesline sends Tijuana Jack spilling over the ropes, our first elimination! The crowd cheers!
JACK JONES: Welcome to the NAPW!
BILL HEWSON: Maybe not the debut of choice, but Tijuana Jack looks like he's going to be quite the character! Whoa, WHOA THERE GOES PRINCE DARKO!
Not quite! Chad Kurtis, looking for an easy elimination, tries to send Darko over the ropes after Jack, but he's stopped by Jeff James before Darko goes completely over! The Zamunda royal drops back into the ring and James whips Kurtis to the opposite ropes, then throws out a dropkick that floors The Show! Dez Carter goes to grab him, but Prince Darko intercepts and starts exchanging punches and strikes with the martial artist! The crowd starts counting down! 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzz!
Demon Hunter! "Through The Black"!
BILL HEWSON: Oh my GOD! What are the CHANCES!?
JACK JONES: Thomas Young! The WHOLE Foundation is in the ring! I'm changing my pick, Bill Hewson! Someone from the Foundation is winning this whole damn thing tonight!
THOMAS YOUNG joins Prince Darko in the corner and the duo stomp Dez Carter right down to the ground. Seeing Carter neutralized, the enforcer then turns and joins Jeff James in pulling Chad Kurtis to his feet. James backs off, and Young HAULS up The Show. YOUNG CUTTER! Kurtis spits in the air and crashes to the ring on his back! Prince Darko has pulled up Dez Carter... TIGER DRIVER! Right onto the prone Chad Kurtis! Both men lie in a heap and Jeff James rushes up... CRASH LANDING! The crowd explodes and The Foundation rises tall, now totally in charge of the ring! Carter and Kurtis... well, they may be done. Darko and Young pull Dez Carter to his feet... Total Chaos! Jeff James, Thomas Young and Prince Darko all exchange high fives, and Darko... well, he starts directing traffic.
BILL HEWSON: Why aren't they ELIMINATING anyone!?
JACK JONES: I'll tell you why, Bill Hewson! The Foundation is DOMINATING everyone.
Indeed it seems that way. Jeff James pulls up Chad Kurtis and hurls him into a Thomas Young clothesline. Young then pulls up the woozy Show and whips him towards Darko... The Effect and down goes Chad again!
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzz!
"Techno Sonic Sunshine"!
JACK JONES: The Untouchables are in the house!
JAY O'BRIEN, looking pissed for having drawn a number in the single digits, storms into the ring. Darko and James meet him and hook up for a double DDT... but O'Brien reverses it into a double clothesline takedown! Thomas Young rushes him, but O'Brien grabs an arm and whips him into the corner turnbuckle. He fires himself up, charges into the corner and hits a BIG SPLASH. Thomas Young slumps down into the corner, and Jay O'Brien turns right into Dez Carter who unloads a martial arts rush! A FLURRY of kicks and chops! O'Brien is driven back to the ropes and the pitch of the crowd increases! He pulls back, takes a step, and WHAP! Palm Strike! Jay O'Brien tumbles over the ropes and is elminiated!
JACK JONES: No! No! Not by DEZ CARTER! Someone eliminate that man!
O'Brien is incredulous, but John Sharplin orders him to the back. The Untouchable points up at Carter, eyes flashing. Carter, collapsing against the second rope, stares right back at him. Perhaps there's an unspoken challenge there, but O'Brien, eliminated, starts back towards the entrance. The Foundation, unfortunately, has had the time to regroup in the ring, and all three men advance on Carter... only to have "The Show" Chad Kurtis' shadow fall over them! BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER! All four men crash into a tangled heap in the ring, as Dez Carter pulls himself back to his feet. The Show, with a surge of adrenaline, yanks up Thomas Young and whips him towards the ropes, where Carter LOW BRIDGES! Young goes about half-way toward elimination before catching himself, and instead crashes to the apron! He looks up in time to see Prince Darko flying towards him courtesy of air-Kurtis! Both men collide, but Darko catches Young... and BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES him BACK INTO THE RING! Both men lie catching their breath for a moment as the clock starts up again! 10...9...8...7.. Dez Carter starts stomping at Darko... 6... 5... 4... only to have Jeff James send him into a corner with a whip... 3... 2... 1... Buzzzzzz!
"THERE'S A SHADOW JUST BEHIND ME"
Tool heralds SEBASTIEN MARTYR! The crowd starts booing as he slides into the ring and starts throwing punches at everything that moves. Martyr floors JJ, then Young, then Darko, then Kurtis! He turns to meet Dez Carter... and the martial artist LAYS into him! The crowd erupts!
BILL HEWSON: The self-styled "Undefeated Phenom" started his streak with Dez Carter! Perhaps Carter is looking to end that streak right here tonight!
Martyr tries to cover up, but Carter just grabs a leg, and grounds him! He locks in the Stretch Plumb! Martyr tries to catch a rope, but nothing! He starts tapping out, but Carter's mercy seems to have run out... and Thomas Young breaks it up! BIG BOOT! Carter drops backwards onto the mat, and The Foundation all take turns STOMPING on Sebastien Martyr.
JACK JONES: I hate to say it, but that's what happens when you make everyone your enemy in the ring.
Martyr is desperately trying to crawl into a corner, but Jeff James pulls him up, and whips him toward Chad Kurtis... Springboard Dropkick! Martyr is flattened and the crowd cheers! Over in a corner, Prince Darko has redoubled his efforts to eliminate Dez Carter, but the martial artist just refuses to let go of the top rope! Thomas Young moves to assist him again as the countdown begins. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzz!
Tony Bennet. "Rags To Riches."
BILL HEWSON: And here comes another newcomer to the NAPW! "The Gentleman" Randall Powell!
JACK JONES: I've heard of this guy, Bill Hewson, and let me tell you, I like his style!
RANDALL POWELL takes his sweet time getting down to the ring, getting little reaction from the crowd. In the ring, Martyr is trying to withstand Jeff James' stomps in a corner while Thomas Young and Prince Darko try and spill Chad Kurtis over the top. Kurtis hangs on for dear life, teetering dangerously close to elimination, and Powell finally rolls into the ring. He steps over to Prince Darko, yanks him back from Kurtis and Young, and NAILS a stiff knife edge chop! Darko recoils half a step, then KICKS Powell straight in the guts! Powell doubles over, and Darko hits the ropes, rebounds... RUNNING DDT! Powell is PLANTED into the ring. Prince Darko then hauls him to his feet by the hair, whips him at the ropes, and follows through with a clothesline! Powell spills over the ropes into a heap, eliminated!
BILL HEWSON: So much for "The Gentleman" Randall Powell!
JACK JONES: Hey, show some respect, Bill Hewson! NO ONE could have been ejected with so much style!
Darko goes back to help Young with The Show, as Jeff James throws Dez Carter into Sebastien Martyr. It once again seem The Foundation has regained control of the match! 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzz!
"What! You wanna battle ME?"
DIO MUERTE limps down the aisle! He gets a surprising pop, despite the fact that he's clutching his side and is bandaged up around his torso!
BILL HEWSON: And coming in at the number 10 mark, is DIO MUERTE!
JACK JONES: What is that guy even DOING here!? From what I've heard he got STABBED this past week! And rightly so! That backstabber has no RIGHT to be in the ring with the Foundation!
The Foundation turn almost as one as he rolls into the ring. Prince Darko and Thomas Young both grab Dio Muerte, but he manages to somehow reverse it... and DOUBLE DDT! Darko spins away towards a corner and Young just goes splat in the ring! He rises, clutching his sides, and turns... into Jeff James! Dio and James just stop dead in the ring and stare at one another. James' face is grim. Dio raises his arms, pleadingly, but James lashes out and pops Dio Muerte right in the chin! The crowd starts BOOING as James lands a cheap toe kick right square into Muerte's torso! Muerte cries out in agony and collapses, writhing in pain! Jeff James pulls him up, and "The Show" Chad Kurtis, perhaps looking for an easy elimination, joins him. The pair haul Dio Muerte up on their shoulders and dump him to ringside and elimination!
BILL HEWSON: Sickening. Absolutely... WHAT THE HELL!?
Jeff James is eliminated! Prince Darko and Thomas Young spill him over the top rope, roughly shove Kurtis aside, and slide out to ringside. James rises, perplexed, betrayed, demanding to know what's going on, but he's shut up with an authoritative BIG BOOT from Young that drops him against the guardrail! Prince Darko unhooks the ringsteps, and as the crowd turns on them, he hefts them up and DROPS them square on James' head! Jeff James goes limp. Dio Muerte, still at ringside, struggles against Morgan Smythe and Dick Kiebiech, but his injuries are just too much, and he reaches out a helpless hand as Darko pulls James by a leg to the aisle. Young follows behind with the ring steps. John Sharplin shouts at them to get back into the ring... but they don't listen. Young props up Jeff James against the steel steps, and Darko back down the asile, gets a running start... GOOD NIGHT! HOLY HELL! JEFF JAMES COULD BE DEAD!
JACK JONES: This... I... I'm speechless!
Prince Darko is hit with an empty box of popcorn. More garbage begins to follow, but Thomas Young and Prince Darko just turn their backs on the NAPW fans, and leave. Medics rush out to ringside to check out Jeff James, who's bleeding from the mouth. Dio Muerte finally gets over to him, looks down through the tangle of road agents and medics, then towards the entrance-way where The Foundation just walked out on the match. Shrugging off Smythe, he races after them...
BILL HEWSON: It's... I don't even know quite what to say, ladies and gentlemen. Jeff James... a more heinous attack I've never... this is quite a situation.
The crowd is murmuring, unsure of what they just saw. In the ring, it's been a long two minutes, but it's been enough time for Martyr, Carter and Kurtis to all recover a bit. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzz!
"We Fall, We Fall"
"SUPERSTAR" TOMMY DEATHROW. The crowd, perhaps looking for something to be happy about, cheers! He stops long enough on the asile to shake his head down at the mess that was Jeff James as it's being cleaned up, then sprints into the ring! Sebastien Martyr barely has time to rise before Deathrow LAYS INTO HIM! Fists fly! This is personal! Dez Carter goes to assits, only to have Deathrow pop him in the chops and send him reeling into turnbuckle! He turns back to Martyr, but that was enough distraction! Now it's Martyr shooting punches into Deathrow! They start hammering back and forth! The crowd chants their names as they strike! Tommy! Martyr! Tommy! Martyr! Tommy! Martyr! Tommy! Tommy! TOMMY... DARK DAZE! Deathrow is NAILED and Martyr rises, sneering... only to have his LEGS cut out from under him! Dez Carter locks in a side leg-lock, and Martyr flails towards the ropes again, and this time Carter releases the hold. Meanwhile, Deathrow is pulled up by The Show, who then walks him purposefully to the ropes, and throws him over... but Tommy lands on the apron and rolls in as Chad turns to the other opponents in the ring!
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzz!
"STONE COLD CRAAZZZY!"
BILL HEWSON: SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL! NUMBER TWELVE!
The capacity crowd EXPLODES... nearly taking the ROOF OFF OF THE BUILDING! Simply Beautiful emerges from the curtains, clearly in rough shape, but can't help but smile to the crowd, and raises an arm!
JACK JONES: I don't see why the crowd is excited to see a QUITTER, Bill Hewson!
BILL HEWSON: Hold it right there, Jack Attack! Simply Beautiful is NO QUITTER! It was betrayal, not weakness that cost him that match!
And the crowd knows it! Simply Beautiful slides into the ring, and meets Chad Kurtis with a toe kick, and an IMPACT DDT! Tommy Deathrow rushes him only to be caught... SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Dez Carter grabs at The Italian Stallion, but he twists aside, grabs an arm and a leg, FIREMAN CARRY SLAM! He kips up, winces a bit, and turns just in time to knock Sebastien Martyr's teeth out! SEXXXXXXYYYYYKIIIIICCKKKKK! The crowd EXPLODES! Simply Beautiful stands over the prone bodies of the four other opponents in the ring, and starts playing "eenie-meenie-minie-moe". He stops on Sebastien Martyr, and a smile spreads across his mouth. He looks out at the crowd and shouts "Moe?" The crowd cheers again and Simply Beautiful nods, then HAULS Martyr to his feet, and DRIVES him to the ropes! Sebastien Martyr goes up! OVER! And catches himself on the ropes! He scrambles over the bottom rope and back into the ring, while Simply Beautiful reaches down to pick up Dez Carter. Martyr rises to his feet shakily, glaring daggers at SB... and Tommy Deathrow catches him! DOMINATOR! 10...9...8...7...6... Dez Carter is tenacious, and hugs the bottom rope, refusing to let SB pull him up... 5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzzz!
"BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS"
JACK JONES: Extreme Jobber Alert!
BILL HEWSON: In the unlucky number thirteen spot!
"Bad Boy" JOEY MALONE! The crowd goes... well, mild. He hits the ring, holding his EXTREME JOBBER CHAMPIONSHIP BELT, and raises it high above his head! He then turns to see that Dez Carter and Simply Beautiful are sizing him up. He gulps and backs up a few steps... into Tommy Deathrow. Deathrow clamps a hand down on Malone's shoulder, and Joey goes PALE, and drops his belt. STD spins him around, hauls him up, DEATHROW DRIVER! Joey BOUNCES to his feet in a daze, where he's caught by Dez Carter! BURNING HAMMER! Again, like so much rubber, Malone bounces back up, and now it's Chad Kurtis who has him! CK FINALE! This time, Malone DOESN'T get up. At least, not under his own power. Deathrow, Kurtis and Carter all pull him to his feet, but Joey's a dead-weight. The three men prop him up and Simply Beautiful polishes off his right fist. POW! Right in the kisser! The trio drop Malone onto Simply Beautiful's waiting shoulders. He hauls Malone up, walks casually to the ropes. And just like that, "Bad Boy" Joey Malone gets eliminated.
BILL HEWSON: Oh, the humanity! Someone at least give him back his belt!
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Buzzzzzz! GONG! And the crowd cheers as Sakai emerges from the curtains to an oriental fanfare! He rolls into the ring as Tommy Deathrow spits on the Extreme Jobber Title Belt and throws it down to the prone Joey at ringside. As Dez Carter and Simply Beautiful cooperate to try and peel Martyr off the bottom rope, Sakai makes a bee-line for Death