MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.12/12/2005The NAPW introduction, to the tune of Boy Charlie's "Over With," flashes across the television screen. Fade into the NAIT Athletic Center... and we find ourselves looking at the reigning NAPW Provincial Champion, Ravager, pacing back and forth in the ring. The title belt is draped over his shoulder and he's holding a microphone. Ravager stops his manic pacing for a moment and looks at the entrance way. RAVAGER: (shouting) Mirage! You want this? Ravager holds up the Provincial Title belt...Then drops it to the mat. RAVAGER: (shouting) Then come and get it! Ravager tosses the microphone out of the ring as "Behind These Eyes" by 3 Doors Down blasts over the PA system. Mirage and his goons - Pain, Bio and Kar emerge from the back and storm the ring. All four men slide into the ring and Ravager attacks them like a wild animal. The referee calls for the bell and tries to restore order as Ravager is throwing punches at anything that moves. Pain takes a clothesline that sends him over the top rope to the floor and Bio quickly joins him after a kick to the groin by the Provincial Champ. Mirage drives a knee into the small of Ravagers back and the referee finally gets the last of Mirages minions out of the ring. Mirage shoots Ravager into the ropes and drops him with a hooking clothesline. Mirage turns away from the champ, he's going to pay for that mistake! Ravager comes to his feet as if he didn't even feel the clothesline. Mirage is taken to the mat with a double leg takedown and Ravager rains down rights and lefts to the head of Mirage! The crowd goes wild! BILL HEWSON: Holy cow, is the Provincial Champion in a bad state tonight! JACK JONES: He hasn't left that ring since sunday afternoon, Bill Hewson. I hear Winchell's going to start charging him rent! BILL HEWSON: Will you stop? Bio leaps up onto the ring apron and Ravager leaps off of Mirage - grabs the shocked Bio by the head... and lays into him with a hard forearm shot that sends Bio flying to the floor! Mirage is getting back to his feet but takes a DDT for his troubles. He starts to go for a cover but spots Pain trying to slip into the ring. Ravager is up and drags Pain inside the ring long enough to hit a trio of hard rights to the jaw of Pain. Pain falls out of the ring and Ravager again turns his attention to Mirage. Mirage jabs a thumb into the eye of Ravager and follows up with an inverted atomic drop. Ravager staggers back and gets dropped with a running clothesline from the challenger. Mirage drops an elbow onto Ravager and goes for the cover! Ravager kicks out and manages to look furious at the same time! Kar leaps up onto the ring apron and Ravager hits a dropkick onto Mirage that sends him colliding into Kar! The men knock heads and Kar drops to the apron as Mirage staggers around and is almost cut in half by a Ravager spear! Mirage falls through the ropes to the outside! As Kar and Pain help MirageÊback to his feet, Bio slides into the ring and tries to blindside Ravager. The champ, however, is ready and lands a boot to the gut of Bio. Ravager hooks his man...wait, is he going for it? OH MY GOODNESS! THE MUSCLE BUSTER onto Bio just as Mirage slides back into the ring. Bio is rolled out of the ring by the referee and Mirage plants a boot to the face of Ravager sending him crashing to the mat. Mirage wastes no time in pulling his opponent off the mat and attempts to whip him into the ropes. Ravager reverses it and sends Mirage sailing into to the ropes and the referee! The referee collapses in a jumble with Mirage as Bio, Kar and Pain slide into the ring. Bio rushes Ravager but the champ simply side steps him and sends him sailing out over the top rope. Kar takes a stiff clothesline... and Pain is dropped with an ace cutter! JACK JONES: ...I didn't even know Ravager USED the Ace Cutter! Of course, when you're fighting FOUR men in one match, you've gotta go deep into his reserves! BILL HEWSON: The Provincial Champion is a man of many resources, even as we've seen this week that he doesn't exactly have his head together --- hang on, there's the NAMELESS ONE hopping the barricade! And he's got a STEEL CHAIR! Just as The Nameless One is about to clobber Ravager with the chair he turns around and looks at the minion with pure madness in his eyes. The Nameless One tries to back peddle as Ravager approaches him. Suddenly Mirage comes from nowhere and drops the champ to the mat with a clothesline to the back of the head. Mirage hits the ropes and drops a leg across the head of Ravager who looks stunned. Mirage gets to his feet, snatches the chair from The Nameless One and yells at him to "Pick Up Ravager!" The Nameless One quickly does as he's told and Mirage swings for the fences! NO! Ravager ducks at the last possible second and the chair cracks off the head of The Nameless One! Ravager hits a low blow that causes Mirage to drop the chair and quickly follows up with a HUGE brainbuster onto the dented chair! Ravager hooks the leg as the referee comes to life, ONE, TWO... THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and STILL Provincial Champion...RAAAAAAVAGERRRR! Ravager gets to his feet, shoves the referee out of the way and pulls the chair out from under Mirage. Bio, Kar and Pain look like they want no part of Ravager and stay their distance outside the ring. The Nameless One is getting slowly back to his feet. Ravager smiles... as he tries his best to wrap the chair around Nameless One's skull! You guessed it, the crowd? They LOVE IT. BILL HEWSON: Good Lord! What a sickening thud that chair made around Nameless One's skull! Ravager tosses the mangled chair away, grabs his title from the referee and rolls out of the ring leaving two battered men in his wake.
BILL HEWSON: Looks like Static has a few things to say to "the Mayor" tonight. JACK JONES: Static is just making sure that he and Fleming are on the same page, Bill Hewson. It's smart game planning by a very smart competitor. The X-Ecutioners interrupt Dangerdoom rudely as "Even More Human than Human" hits. The crowd is again on their feet, but with a strange mixture of derision and cheers. A scattered chant of "Rex, Rex, Rex!" even breaks out. Rex Caliber walks to the ring with a semi-goofy grin on his face, particularly as he sees a full corner of the ringside seats are occupied by fans wearing Rex Caliber merch! BILL HEWSON: A mixed reaction for The Nexus One, but at least one segment of this Edmonton crowd is behind the man! It's a regular Rex Caliber fanclub at ringside! JACK JONES: It's the Rex Effect, Bill Hewson! Rex steps onto the stairs and reaches into his boot for a vial. He opens it and gets some of a red fluid (do the math) on his finger, then bends down and scribbles "DECAPS" on the corner of the ring apron. The Mayor, The Hardcore Luchadore and The Nexus One assemble in the ring. Some wary glances all around. Their attention quickly shifts to the ring entrance when Rage Against the Machine sets the crowd on fire. The Decapitators, Axe and Diamond, erupt from the curtains, all fired up and ready to go! So fired up, in fact, they don't seem to notice that TEMPEST & THUNDER - THE STORM - have ringside seats with signs reading "DECAPI-WUSSES ROCK!" and "DECAPITATE ME!" BILL HEWSON: The Decapitotors are getting nothing but love from these fans - well, except for STORM - and you can see them feeding off the energy! The Decapitators rush the ring and slide in, barely constraining themselves from starting the rumble before Warburton can make the ring entrances! FRANK WARBURTON: The following TAG TEAM CONTEST is scheduled for ONE FALL. First, making his way to the ring, being accompanied by "The Mayor" Bill Fleming, weighing in at ONE HUNDRED and seventy five pounds. SssssSSSSTATIC! And his partner... Hailing from Parts Unknown, North Carolina, and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FORTY FIVE pounds. The Nexus One, REX CALIBER! JACK JONES: Your future Television Champion, Bill Hewson. FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined THREE HUNDRED and NINETY three pounds... AXE, DIAMOND... the DECAPITATORS! DING DING DING! And...Axe and Diamond waste no time in rushing their opponents! Fists immediately start to fly! Fleming and Warburton have to scramble to get out of the ring. Axe lands a nice spinebuster on Static, while Rex Caliber throws Diamond over the top rope. The bell rings and the referee tells Rex to head to his corner. Axe and Static are the legal men as the match officially gets underway. Axe continues working on Static's back, picking him up and bending the luchadore into an abdominal stretch. JACK JONES: Is that a technical move? BILL HEWSON: Apparently the Decapitators are serious about ending their tag match losing streak tonight! The stretch doesn't last long as Axe turns it into a POTENT pumphandle slam. Static thrashes in the middle of the ring, clutching at his back, as Axe grabs a leg and pulls him to the Decapitator corner. Quick tag to Diamond, who hops up on the turnbuckle... LEGDROP from the top rope! JACK JONES: There's the Decapitators' advantage, the smooth teamwork that can only come from experience. I hate to admit it, but The Nexus One and his homicidal, suicidal partner will have their work cut out for them. Axe climbs out of the ring while Diamond rises and BAM! Senton slash on Static! Hooks the leg! One, JUST ONE! Diamond picks Static off the ground, whips him into a neutral corner, and rushes over for a splash, but wait! Static hops up onto turnbuckle, MOONSAULT! Diamond goes down and Static wants to go home! He flops into his corner and makes the tag to Rex Caliber. The Nexus One climbs into the ring as Diamond retakes his feet. The 4' 11" competitor turns expecting to see Static, but instead comes face to chest with Rex Caliber. Rex scoops up the Decapitator and casually sidewalk slams him in the middle of the ring. As Diamond writhes, Rex Caliber points at Axe and lets him know what he thinks of him. BILL HEWSON: Uncalled for! JACK JONES: It's clever ring psychology, Bill Hewson. The Nexus One is trying to get into Axe's head, to put him off his game. Rex Caliber picks Diamond up again, and hoists him up for a powerbomb, but wait! A shot to the head! Again! Diamond hammering away at Rex's skull and HURICANRANA! Rex Caliber bounces across the ring, stunned, and Diamond launches himself at Axe for the tag! Axe growls and stalks over to The Nexus One, then lays the boots on him. One, two, three solid kicks, then Axe pulls Caliber to his feet, bends him over with a toe kick, and GUILLOTINE DROP! There's a pin! Fleming is pounding on the ring apron! One... TWO... STATIC! The luchadore breaks the pin WITH HIS OWN BODY! ASAI MOONSAULT onto Axe and Rex Caliber. The Ref shouts at Static, then goes to remove the Hardcore Luchadore from the ring. Diamond takes advantage of the distraction, hopping into the ring. Lines up Rex Caliber. Rushes! NO ONE HOME! The Nexus One side-steps at the last second, Diamond careens towards the ropes AND THE MAYOR PULLS THEM DOWN FOR ALL HE'S WORTH! Diamond flies over the top and PLUNGES to the hard gym floor below! Right in front of Storm, even, who are busy laughing at Diamond's misfortune. Wait a sec! Static on the top turnbuckle! MOMENT OF CLARITY square onto the prone Diamond, all the way on the concrete! Axe is at the ropes, shouting at Static and the Mayor, enraged. The big man reaches down towards Bill Fleming, aiming to exact some terrible revenge, but Rex Caliber comes in from behind... HE HITS IT! TOTAL ANNIHILATION! HOOKS THE LEG! ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell sounds! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... STATIC and The Nexus One, REX CALIBER! JACK JONES: There you go, Bill Hewson! The historic birth of a truly amazing tag team! I think we might be looking at a once and future Provincial Champion, the future Television Champion... and maybe even future TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. BILL HEWSON: Well I wouldn't go quite that far, Jack Attack, but I'll admit it, a fair showing here tonight by these two men. 'The Mayor' Bill Fleming is all smiles as he helps the dazed Static to his feet, and even Rex Caliber seems pleased with himself as the three reconvene to beat a hasty retreat. Diamond has crawled back into the ring and the two Decapitators stare daggers after the trio, BUT WAIT! STORM FROM BEHIND! Thunder and Tempest have come over the guard-rails, and are hammering away at the Decapitators with their signs! BILL HEWSON: Good lord! Storm's signs were attached to a steel chair - and is that a cookie sheet? JACK ATTACK: A cookie sheet with a Diamond-head-shaped dent in it! Bill Fleming, Static and Rex Caliber all look on, amused, from the entrance while Storm just keep on beating the Decapitators... and we cut to commercial.
BILL HEWSON: ...yes. Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! The Decapitators are currently being treated by NAPW medical personnel in the locker room as we speak. Security arrived and Storm took off like their tails were on fire. As soon as we receive more information about Axe & Diamond's condition, we'll pass it on to you. JACK JONES: Well, if Storm wanted to make a statement in the tag division, that was...one way to do it. Winning a MATCH might be a better way. BILL HEWSON: Storm scheduled to be in action against the team of Immortal Technique this Thursday on Action!, and speaking of Immortal... HEADSTRONG! Once more onto the breach, dear friend, as the Immortal makes his entrance. He's at the entrance, posing for the crowd, soaking up their energy! BILL HEWSON: Just one week after his partner Technique fell to-- DROPKICK! From behind! Minstrel's rushed his opponent in this Falls Count Anywhere match! Frank Warburton gets this match off as the bell rings right here at the entrance! Immortal picks himself up with a PEEVED look on his face. He turns around and finds Minstrel mocking his posing! Immortal throws a huge punch--Minstrel CATCHES the wrist and spins around the big man into a Hammerlock, and releases it! Immortal turns around again to find Minstrel laughing like a hyena. Immortal, too, starts laughing, but louder. And Minstrel ups the ante by laughing LOUDER. IT'S AN EXTREME LAUGH-OFF! POW! Immortal drops Minstrel with that right hand! Minstrel, on all fours, scampers down the ramp, yipping like a dog. JACK JONES: What is WRONG with these people? BILL HEWSON: To Minstrel, EVERYTHING'S a joke... INCLUDING sheer violence! Immortal is giving chase down the ramp--PLANTED by a surprise Drop Toe Hold from Minstrel! The Jokeman's got the momentum, going for the ankle, hoisting the leg up--STUMP PULLER! Smashing that knee into the ramp! Hoping to take out his big opponent's legs! Immortal snarls out some unprintable words,and Minstrel reaches into his boot and pulls out--what did he pull out? SNAPT! A long metal rod has just seemingly appeared in his hand from nowhere! Like some sort of magician's cane--WHAP! A severe blow to Immortal's thigh just as he was getting up! Minstrel WHACKS him aain! And is now peppering Immortal with cane shots! You can't be disqualified in a Falls Count--HOLD ON! Immortal's caught the cane in HIS hand! Minstrel nervously titters as Immortal stands on both feet and YANKS the metal rod out of Minstrel's hands--SNAPT! The rod's disappeared, and Immortal's holding a string of silk scarves! Immortal's distracted, and Minstrel lands a FIELD GOAL kick between the legs, stunning the big man! The crowd BOOS Minstrel. MINSTREL boos Minstrel, giving himself the thumbs down. And then KICK! KICK! That was a Climb-up Enziguri, and the Immortal's down again. Rolls him over and gets the cover--ONE! TWO! POWER OUT! Immortal TOSSES the lighter man off of him, sending him rolling down the ramp to ringside. JACK JONES: And now that hot head Technique is coming down the ramp! FIX! FIIIIIX!!! BILL HEWSON: Cool your jets, partner. Immortal's intercepted his partner... and he's sending him BACK! Looks like he's telling him he's GOT this one! JACK JONES: Aww, rip-off. But the tag team partners pound knuckles and Technique, albeit reservedly, walks back up the ramp. MINSTREL! Behind IMMORTAL! STEEL CHAIR! NO! Immortal's turned in time, CAUGHT Minstrel's throat--GOING UP--CHOKESLAM! Minstrel's on the ground, twitching, laughing hysterically! Immortal ROARS and scoops Minstrel up onto his shoulder... and makes a running start to the ringpost! CLANG! Minstrel hit the ringpost like a HUMAN BATTERING RAM! That Greek mask can't offer THAT much protection... staggered, he's an easy victim for the Immortal, who sets him up... SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Ref goes for the count--ONE! TWO! Kick out! Right at the two! Minstrel kicks Immortal in the face to buy him some room, and pulls himself up with the guard rail. But Immortal's on him, and bundles him into the ring, looks like he wants to beat him OLD SCHOOL. Immortal into the ring, gets his arm around Minstrel's neck, it looks like a--OH MY. He lifts Minstrel's body up with hs free hand, VERTICAL DDT DROP. That's GOTTA be it! Hooks the leg, ONE! TWO! THR--NOO! Minstrel just BARELY, BARELY gets the right shoulder up! Immortal just CAN'T believe his rotten luck! BILL HEWSON: And NOW what is he doing? He's left the ring and is going for that steel chair! JACK JONES: And the crowd approves--Minstrel's piercing laugh is getting on EVERYBODY's nerves! Immortal gets the chair and has back to the ring--MINSTRELOFFTHEAPRONDROPKICK! Sending the chair into the Immortal's face! Big man's on his knees, laughing man's got the chair, CLANG! With Immortal on his back, Minstrel plants his foot on his chest, then strums the chair to mock Immortal's guitar playing! It takes the ref valuable seconds to get into position--ONE! TWO! Kick out! And Minstrel runs back to the ring, Immortal giving chase! Swatting the chair out of Minstrel's hands, it's Immortal unleashing with those RIGHT HANDS! Knocking Minstrel straight into the corner, Immortal points to the top turnbuckle, then to the ground outside--the crowd CHEERS! Is he thinking--YES! He's got Minstrel by the throat, and starts climbing the ropes. It's going to be the Immortal Slam--TO THE OUTSIDE! Immortal starts laughing himself, to add insult to injury, before--CLANG! Minstrel picked up the chair on the way up and smoked Immortal in the back of the head! Immortal's wincing--CLANG! Another shot! CLANG! Three to the back of the head! Immortal's out like a light, and Minstrel slips free to ringside. Wait a tic...is he LYING DOWN? But Immortal's still standing unconscious on the top turnbuckle, slowly tipping over--OH NO! Immortal's gonna crash head-first to ringside--IT'S THE KILLING JOKE! AND MINSTREL'S IN THE WAY--NO!!! ROLLED OUT! AND IMMORTAL'S HEAD HITS FLOOR! BY GAWD! Minstrel spryly hits the cover--ONE! TWO! THREE! That's a fall right at ringside! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winnerrrrrrrr-- MIIIIINSTREL! BILL HEWSON: Looks like Immortal's training just paid off... unfortunately, it paid off for MINSTREL! JACK JONES: I know I shouldn't be laughing--BUT I AM! BILL HEWSON: Minstrel with the victory, but give credit to Immortal! That was one hell of a match! We're breaking for commercals, then coming right back for the TRIPLE-THREAT! LOBO! CASINO! And the NAPW Champion...I can only be talking about D!! Don't move a muscle!
BILL HEWSON: Welcome back to Monday Night Fights, live from the NAIT Athletic Center in Edmonton! And our next match is absolutely huge. It may be non-title, but for either Lobo or Chris Casino, a win here tonight would almost guarantee a shot at D!'s NAPW Title! JACK JONES: You're absolutely right, Bill Hewson. But you know, this match is especially high-stakes for Lobo. If he loses here tonight after losing at Action to D!, it's going to be a long climb back up the rankings for that title shot. Lobo flexes his muscles in the ring, showing off his World's Strongest Man physique. Rob Zombie cuts off. And now for something completely different. Frank Sinatra, old blue eyes himself, comes on the PA. It's CHRIS CASINO and his manager, TERRY BRANDON, walking to the ring at a brisk pace, smug and arrogant expressions on their faces! JACK JONES: My good friend Terry Brandon with the best thing to happen to NAPW yet! BILL HEWSON: Well, if these fans DISliked Lobo, they absolutely HATE your old friend and the so-called "future of the NAPW!" And heck yes, the crowd LOATHES, DESPISES, REALLY CAN'T STAND Chris Casino. Terry Brandon goes right up to the referee, holding up his always-handcuffed to his wrist silver briefcase for some reason, apparently instructing the referee to call it down the middle "or else, you got that stripes!" Casino poses on the turnbuckle to intense boos, and then takes a corner. There is silence... "RIIIIIIIIGHT...BEFORE YOUR EYES!" BILL HEWSON: HE'S HERE! THE NAPW CHAMPION IS HERE! AND THE FANS HAVE COME UNGLUED! And D! comes through the curtains, arms raised, BELT AROUND HIS WAIST. The champion slaps hands on the way to the ring, and he grins hugely at a sign by a fan "I PAID TO SEE D!". The champ pauses at ringside, and leaps up to the ring apron. He shakes the top rope and then steps through. Big pop as he hits the turnbuckle! FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is a non-title TRIPLE-THREAT match where the first fall WILL end the match! Introducing first...from Toronto Ontario! He weighs in at three-hundred and ten pounds... LOBOOOOO! Next, accompanied to the ring by his MANAGER TERRY BRANDON. He hails from Las Vegas Nevada, and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty pounds! The self-proclaimed FUTURE OF THE NAPW...CHRIS! CASINO! JACK JONES: Self-proclaimed? Hey, I proclaimed it! The Jack Attack JONES proclaimed future of the NAPW! And that counts for a lot! FRANK WARBURTON: And finally, he is the NAPW Champion...from here in Edmonton Alberta (HUGE POP)... Ladies & Gentlemen! D! DING DING DING. D! and Chris Casino immediately go nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, putting the badmouth on each other. The tension builds, leaving Lobo ignored - and infuriated. Lobo swings them both aroundANDGETSPOPPED! D! and Casino level Lobo with simaltaneous punches! Right, left, right, left, and D! hits the ropes with a head of steam --- SPINNING HEEL KICK catches Lobo flush across the upper-chest and sends Lobo outside the ring! Casino from behind! The cocky bastard catches D!--- D UNLOADS! D! unleashes those educated feet of his, now Casino shot into the ropes! D! with a back body drop attempt, leapfrogged by Casino, rebound off the ropes, this time D! rebounds, one more time --- D! catches Chris Casino with a huge spinning arm-drag! Casino shakes his head in disbelief and rushes D!, another spinning arm drag! Shades of Ricky Steamboat! And now Casino slides out of the ring to conference with Terry Brandon. Brandon talking a mile a minute as D! waits in the ring... Wait a minute! Lobo from behind! The strongman setting-up a Pump-Handle Slam...he gets it! One, two, D! powers out! Big move, but D! still has lots left in reserve! Lobo grabs a side headlock on D!, but wait a minute! Chris Casino is going on the top rope! And...Casino off the top rope with a flying bulldog on Lobo! D! gets caught on the bottom of that, almost bulldogged himself! Chris Casino puts his foot on Lobo's chest and screams "COME ON BABY!", one, two, Lobo kicks out easily! BILL HEWSON: Arrogant cover by Chris Casino. He can't win that way! Casino waits for Lobo to get up and nails a big dropkick! Lobo staggers against the ropes, and Casino with another dropkick, this one sending Lobo all the way to the outside! With the strongman dispatched, Casino turns his attention to D!. He hooks the champ and hits a savage snap suplex! Quick cover gets two! Terry Brandon yells about the count being slow as Casino knocks D! down with a snapmare. Casino takes a run...seated dropkick right to the champ's face! There's one, two, no! Chris Casino has the champion in control, taking him to the corner --- D! with a back elbow! He grabs Casino by the back of the head and smashes the man's face into the turnbuckle! And again! And again and again and again, as the crowd counts along! Chris Casino is SEEING STARS, and that's all the opening D! needs! Chris Casino, meet D!'s roundhouse! Casino flops to the canvas in a heap. D! with a look of anger on his face grabs Casino's leg and smashes the knee! Elbow drop to the knee, and another one. D! grabs the knee and looks to bend it out of shape! Unusual game plan by the champion here, working over the leg of Chris Casino. Casino gets a thumb into the eye of D!, and that forces a break. The future up, a little ginger on that left knee, and he drives a big forearm across D!'s back. Casino yells at the crowd "This is your champ?! WATCH THIS!" and sends D! to the ropes... STANDING HURICANRANACOUNTEREDTILT-A-WHIRLBACKBREAKER! Unbelievable speed, unbelievable reversal by the NAPW Champion! D! grabs the leg, turns it over... PLEASANT CYCLING IS LOCKED ON! Casino is screaming in pain! BILL HEWSON: And after all this, it might just be Chris Casino tapping out to Pleasant Cycling! D! doesn't just want to beat Chris Casino...after this week, he wants to HUMILIATE him! JACK JONES: Don't count the future out yet, Bill Hewson. Terry Brandon will have prepared his man for this match, up to and including the NAPW Champ's favorite submission! Casino biting his knuckles, refusing to submit, shaking his head as the ref asks him. D! cinching back, drawing another yell from Casino --- and OH MY GOSH! LOBO just came out of nowhere and HOOKED THE DRAGON SLEEPER ON D! Lobo has his massive arms around D!, who releases his hold on Chris Casino due to the pain. Lobo cinches it on, and GOOD, but Casino is pulling himself up. SUPERKICK. Casino measured Lobo with that! Lobo & D! drop in a heap, Casino covers Lobo, ONE, TWO, TH---D! breaks it up! Casino stomps on D!, and then starts kicking him in the ribs repeatedly! Lobo is still down from the effects of that superkick, as Chris Casino pulls D! up and sends him into the corner. Casino with a head of steam, running back elbow, nobody home! The NAPW Champion lays in some big right kicks into Casino's side, and then steps up onto the middle rope and nails Casino in the head! 'The Future' slumps in the corner, and that means ONE THING. D! gets some room - revs up - STINGER SPLASH! HUGE height on that one, as Casino falls forward to the canvas! There's a cover, one, two, Casino kicks out! D! going back to Pleasant Cycling CASINO WITH A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE, TWO, D! kicks out! And now both men are slow to get up... but D! blocks Casino's shot and fires back with one of his own! LOBO FROM BEHIND --- D! nails a reverse thrust kick! The NAPW Champion grabs both men by the heads...DOUBLE NOGGIN KNOCKER gets the crowd on their feet! Irish whip --- Casino into the corner! Irish whip --- LOBO into Casino in the corner! D! looks left, he looks right, he shrugs and grins... STINGER SPLASH ON BOTH OPPONENTS! Lobo staggers backwards as Casino collapses in the corner. NYQUIL DRIVER ON LOBO! ONE! TWO! CASINO somehow found the energy to break up the pinfall! D! fires a forearm, but takes a boot to the gut. DDT! And now Casino looks at the prone Lobo, and nods, OH YEAH, IT'S TIME. He goes up top, standing high... CASH OUT! Lobo gets CASHED OUT! THE COVER! ONE! TWO! TH---D! breaks the pinfall up! Lobo rolls out of the ring as D! lays into Casino! They're rolling around firing fists on furiously, Casino on top, D! on top, these men are just tearing into one another! BILL HEWSON: This has degenerated into a straight-out fight! I've never seen two men so quickly come to absolute hatred! JACK JONES: Well, Chris Casino has made it a point to undermine and insult D! all week long. He made it personal, and D! didn't take kindly to it at all. The referee trying to pull D! and Casino apart, but he doesn't want to get nailed by a flailing fist. Finally Casino & D! break apart, shooting daggers at one another with their eyes BRIEFLY --- and then back into it! Casino getting the better of D!, taking him to the ropes. Irish whip sends D! into the ropes, SUPERKICK --- D! catches it and sweeps Casino down! IT'S! TIME! FOR! A BARRAGE! D! waiting, waiting for Casino to get back up...HERE IT COMES! Chris Casino drops low and rolls out of the ring where Terry Brandon is waiting, and wait a minute, Chris Casino and Terry Brandon...they're leaving! They're leaving the ringside area! D! doesn't think so, here he comes LOBO! FROM BEHIND! Lobo took advantage of D!'s distraction. Terry Brandon & Chris Casino halfway down the aisle, looking on as Lobo hoists D! up for the LOBO DRIVER. Wait! D! flips out of the suplex and lands behind Lobo! Lobo whirls around --- INTO A RIGHT! LEFT! HUGE KICK! Tony Jaa, Alberta style as D! !UNLOADS! on Lobo! The Strongman down to one knee, and D! roars...BUZZ KICK TO LOBO'S HEAD! Cover...ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...The NAPW Champion! D! And D! immediately leaves the ring and rushes the aisle where Casino & Brandon are about to go through the curtain! He whirls Casino around and lets fly a big right hand! Casino fires back, but D! is just pumping with adrenaline... until! Brandon's briefcase, meet the back of D!'s head! The champ goes down, and Chris Casino stomps away! Terry Brandon's motormouth going a mile-a-minute with trash talk on D! as Chris Casino chokes the man out in the aisle! Here comes security to break it up! BILL HEWSON: Finally, security to break this up! D! wins the match, but he didn't get his revent on Casino. Maybe we can get some order...OH MY! D! breaks free of security and launches himself at Casino! Pummelling each other, that's all they want to do! Security - FORCIBLY - hauls D! away from Casino. Terry Brandon holds Casino back, Chris yelling "LET ME AT HIM! LET ME GO, TERRY, DON'T HOLD ME BACK!" JACK JONES: D!'s lucky Terry Brandon is on the scene to hold Casino back, or he'd be paste on the concrete about now! BILL HEWSON: Yeah, uh, that's exactly what's happening. We'll get this sorted out, and when we come back, it's the main event---THE TAG TITLES ON THE LINE! D-X defend against The Dudes, and it's next!
FRANK WARBURTON: And now, it is time for the NAPW Monday Night Fights MAIN EVENT. Oh yeah, KISS rocks out! "Flaming Youth" brings the classic rock to the NAPW. Led by Tiffany Macintyre, THE DUDES walk down the aisle. They look pretty casual, in shorts and jerseys, but the fans are on their feet! They circle the ring, affable and grinning to their fans before getting in the ring. Tiffany exuberantly leads the crowd in a cheer? BILL HEWSON: What's that they're chanting? JACK JONES: Oh, come on! Tiffany gets the crowd going in a cheer, and how's it go? Why, like this: "K-I-C-K-A-S-S, *clap clap clap clap, clap clap* THAT'S THE WAY WE BEAT D-X!" The crowd goes wild, chanting along enthusiastically... but that doesn't seem to appeal to D-X. Foo Fighters drowns out the chant and D-X make their way to the ring. The Beast: focused. Stylin' Kyle: Cocky. Coach Gordon Jago? Blowing his whistle. Incessantly. ANNOYINGLY. They hit the ring and pose with both the GASTOWN TAG TEAM BELTS and the NAPW TAG TEAM BELTS. JACK JONES: You want to see a champion? THERE'S a pair of champions, Bill Hewson! Look at that gold, look at that team! You want to see a couple of slackers like The Dudes wearing the gold? They can't even be bothered to buy proper ring gear! BILL HEWSON: The Dudes certainly in unorthox ring attire, which is to say they're wearing their street clothes! Only wrestling gear they have on is knee pads and boots! But it doesn't matter! They've earned a shot at the tag team titles, and D-X can't afford to underestimate Cameron Scott and Mike Johnston. Both teams talking some trash, The Dudes grinning hugely. The Beast adjusts the tape on his wrists as Frank Warburton begins the introductions! FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challengers first...accompanied by their manager Tiffany Macintyre, they have a total combined weight of four-hundred and seventy pounds... Camern Scott! Mike Johnston! THEEEE...DUUUUUUDES! And their opponents, accompanied by Coach Gordon Jago... At a total combined weight of five-hundred and twenty-seven pounds... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS! The New & Improved...D! X! It's Cameron Scott and Stylin' Kyle starting things off. Collar-and-elbow tie-up, Kyle cinches in a headlock. Cameron Scott backs to the ropes, and sends Kyle off --- no, Kyle puts the breaks on and holds on! Scott changes tactics and hits a back suplex to counter! Scott: "Dudes, ONE. D-X, ZERO. AWWW YEAH." Quick tag made to Mike Johnston! And it's a double russian leg sweep, called the Black Russian! Cover only gets two. Stylin' Kyle fires off a right hand, that's ducked by Johnston who takes Kyle down. And then... 7-10 SPLIT from Johnston! Kyle rolls around in pain and tags in The Beast, clearly not happy with his luck against The Dudes thus far. The Beast calmly steps in the ring, an intimidating presence. Johnston tags Cameron Scott back in to match size. Cameron and The Beast bump chests in the middle of the ring. Scott hits the ropes and shoulderblocks The Beast... doesn't take him down. The Beast slaps his chest and says TRY IT AGAIN. Scott grins, shrugs, and hits the ropes for another shoulderblock! This one rocks The Beast, so Cam hits the ropes one more time --- Beast sidesteps this one, Scott rebounds right into a huge clothesline! The Beast just rocked Scott, and now there's another irish whip. Scott in the corner and The Beast catches him coming out with an atomic drop! Tag made to Stylin' Kyle as Cameron Scott staggers about the ring. Kyle hits a right hand, and then hits a fireman's carry takeover. Elbow driven across Scott's face, cover gets two. Pick-up, Kyle with a suplex, that's blocked by Cameron Scott. They're not getting anywhere, so Kyle rakes the eyes. He hits the ropes...and runs right into a sidewalk slam by Cameron Scott! Tag to Mike Johnston who leapfrogs into the ring, turns his back on Stylin' Kyle...Standing Moonsault connects! One, two, kick out by one-half of the tag champs! BILL HEWSON: Two very polished teams taking it to each other in this contest. You'll see we've had lots of quick tags already, lots of near falls. The Dudes almost scored an upset right there! JACK JONES: Yeah, I'll give the Dudes credit here, they're taking it to D-X, but it's too early to crown them champions, Bill Hewson. Mike Johnston fires off the rope with a flying lariat. Stylin' Kyle goes down, but manages to roll outside the ring. Jago picks him up, blowin' that whistle of his. The Beast comes over, and it's a D-X conference. Meanwhile, Mike Johnston gets the crowd going again with a chant of "RED RIDING ROBERTS, RED RIDING ROBERTS!" Kyle picks up on it and hops on the apron with an infuriated expression. Johnston tries to hook in, but Kyle nails him in the gut. Sunset flip into the ring! Johnston holds the top rope, though. He hops up and hits a double-stomp right on Kyle's chest. Johnston looks over at his partner and receives a woo-hoo THE BEAST. The Beast on the ring apron caught Johnston from behind with a thunderous clothesline! And Johnston turns inside out. Tag is made, and The Beast is now the legal man. Johnston outweighed by almost one hundred pounds here, and The Beast is taking advantage of it. Big knee-lift knocks the wind out of Johnston. The Beast grabs Johnston by the hair and SLAMS him down on the canvas, Johnston's head knocking hard into the canvas. The Beast then steps on the man's throat! The referee starts the five count, The Beast breaks in time. He hauls Johnston back up and sends him into the corner WITH IMPACT, Johnston smacking into the canvas after the collision! Tag made to Stylin' Kyle, who comes in with a kick to the gut. He hooks Johnston up, making him think about it...BRAINBUSTER! That's gotta be all! One! Two! Johnston gets the shoulder up. Kyle makes with the stomps, then hauls up Johnston. Double-underhook...into a backbreaker! Nasty move! Surfboard stretch now applied, Johnston's face a mask of pain. He's not about to give up, not this early, not to a surfboard. Kyle still, driving the knee into Johnston's back, softening it up. Hold released, but Kyle with a flip-over neckbreaker on the sitting Johnston! Snaps him down! Tag made to The Beast, Kyle holding Johnston for The Beast to launch a haymaker. Cover gets ONE, TWO...just two! Shoulder up! BILL HEWSON: And right about now, Mike Johnston needs to think about making a tag to his partner Cameron Scott! He's in a world of trouble right now! JACK JONES: I'm pretty sure he's THINKING about the tag...but first he has to get by D-X to MAKE it! The Beast looks over at Cameron Scott and points...before hoisting Mike Johnston up for the TORTURE RACK. Johnston being bent in half across The Beast's huge shoulders! Johnston may submit, he can't take this for much longer - Cam Scott with a boot to The Beast's gut to break it up! The referee forcing Cameron back to the corner, but that gives Stylin' Kyle a chance to come into the ring and pick the attack back up as The Beast rolls outside. Kyle slaps his hands together loudly to simulate making a tag before the referee turns around. When he does, Kyle has a reverse chinlock applied on Johnston, continuing to wear him down. Tiffany slapping the canvas on the outside, trying to rally her man. The crowd starting to thunder! Mike Johnston rising to his feet, Kyle looking shocked! An elbow! An elbow again, Johnston breaks out and hits the ropes - right into a back body drop by Kyle! And hold on, Stylin' Kyle just walked over to The Dudes corner and trash talked Cameron Scott. Cam rushes into the ring, trying to help his partner out, but the referee gets in his way, forcing him back. That gives D-X the chance to double-team illegally... OH MY! They just wishbone split Johnston! Vienna Boys Choir! Once again, it's The Beast man-handling Mike Johnston. Backbreaker, cover, Johnston SOMEHOW gets the shoulder up. The Beast gets to his feet, holding Johnston with a handful of hair. He's calling for the goozle! He wraps his hand around Mike Johnston's throat, lifts him HIGH UP...Chokeslam timeOHMYGOSH! Johnston somehow gets out of that and hits the ropes with a sudden burst of energy, The Beast looks to catch him...SPINNING TORNADO DDT BY JOHNSTON! AND THE BEAST IS DOWN! MIKE JOHNSTON IS DOWN! Tiffany slaps the canvas and yells for Mike to make the tag, Cameron Scott bouncing on the bottom rope, leaning as far into the ring as he can, Stylin' Kyle reaching for a tag on the other side as Coach Jago whistles! The crowd on their feet, making thunderous noise! The Beast...tags in Stylin' Kyle! He's coming for Mike...who leaps! TAG TO CAMERON SCOTT! He's in the ring and CLOBBERS KYLE! The Beast is up and HE gets clobbered! Scott hits a three-point stance---LINEBACKER TACKLE KNOCKS THE BEAST THROUGH THE ROPES! Coach goes to help Beast up...LINEBACKER TACKLE TWO! Kyle falls through to the ring apron! He's back up on the apron...MIKE JOHNSTON! AIR CANADA CONNECTS ON KYLE, knocking him right into his tag partner on the outside! BILL HEWSON: And now the tide has turned! The momentum is The Dudes! OH MY GOSH! Cam Scott with a back body drop SENDS HIS PARTNER TO THE OUTSIDE! Mike Johnston just wiped out all of D-X! JACK JONES: Come on, Jago, get your boys back in the game! Blow that whistle more! Mike Johnston rolls Kyle back into the ring, and Cameron Scott is waiting for him! He's got him up! THE NECK CRICK! THAT'S GOTTA BE ALL! ONE! TWO! THREE---NEW CHAMPIONS! WE'VE GOT NEW NO! Coach Jago is hopping around wildly, blowing that whistle shrilly, because Stylin' Kyle got the leg on the ropes! Or at least, Coach PUT Kyle's foot on the ropes! The Beast just sent Mike Johnston into the STEEL ring steps, and now he's distracting the referee! Coach Jago just snuck into the ring with that loaded clipboard! He's going to blast Cam Scott TIFFANY MACINTYRE! TIFFANY JUST JUMPED ON COACH JAGO'S BACK! Jago STILL blowing that whistle, he can barely carry her weight, and crashes down! Tiffany slaps him across the face! And--- Stylin' Kyle just grabbed a handful of her hair! What's he going to do to Tiffany?! Kyle has her --- Cameron Scott saves! Tiffany rolls out of the ring! The Beast gets into the ring, and D-X has Cameron Scott all alone! Big boot to Cameron Scott, and here comes Kyle! Throwback connects! The Beast is ON THE TOP ROPE! Kyle raises his arms, and HERE IT COMES---JOHNSTON SHOVES HIM OFF! The Beast lands CROTCH FIRST on the top rope and tumbles to the outside! Stylin' Kyle momentarily stunned CAMERON SCOTT ROLLS HIM UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: YOUR WINNERS! AND NEWWWWWWW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....THEEEEEEE DUUUUUUUDES! BILL HEWSON: THEY'VE DONE IT! THEY'VE DONE IT! THE DUDES ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THEY'VE DETHRONED D-X! THIS CROWD...THIS IS DEAFENING! JACK JONES: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DUDES JUST WON THE BELTS! Stylin' Kyle in disbelief on the outside as a battered and bruised D-X staggers up the aisle, Coach Jago and Kyle supporting The Beast on either side. In the ring, Tiffany has both tag team belts, and she holds them up high! She JUMPS into Cam Scott's arms for a big hug! The Dudes hold their tag belts up high, Tiffany ecstatic for her team! The crowd is going nuts!
BILL HEWSON: THIS HAS BEEN ONE HELLUVA NIGHT! WE'VE GOT NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN THE NAPW! FOR JACK JONES, I'M BILL HEWSON SAYING...GOOD NIGHT!
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