Frank Warburton is introducing the show for the packed house in the Russian Community Center in downtown Vancouver, BC... when suddenly "The Murder City Devil" Jake Phoenix, bandages over his wounded forehead, hits the ring. He just stares Frank down with a furious look on his face before grabbing the microphone with such force Frank stumbles and hurriedly gets out of the ring. Phoenix looks towards the curtain, the former tag team champion has something to say...
JAKE PHOENIX: "Tommy Deathrow, get the fuck out here! I warned you, motherfucker! I told you what was gonna happen if you dropped the fucking ball again! And NOW, you son of a bitch, I ain't givin' you another chance!"
Holy hell, Phoenix is calling out his tag team partner! Here comes Tommy Deathrow, bruised from last night but never beaten! He gets right up in Jake Phoenix's face, who the hell are you to call THE SUPERSTAR out? THEY'RE GOING AT IT! JAKE PHOENIX AND TOMMY DEATHROW HAVE COME TO BLOWS OVER THE LOSS OF THE TAG TEAM TITLES! The big man Phoenix lowering the booms on Deathrow, the only weapons he needs may be his fists. Wait, Deathrow turning it around! He has Phoenix on the ropes, CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! Both men tumble out to the floor! Deathrow grabs the nearest steel chair - unceremoniously dumping the timekeeper out of it - and swings for the fences. Jake stumbles backwards as his barely healed wounds burst open anew. The Superstar grabs a beer from a ringside fan and pours it down his open throat like a goose, then cusses Phoenix out. Another chair shot --- Phoenix gets the boot up and blasts the chair right back into Tommy's face! Phoenix up with a sick right hand, his face a bloody mask of hatred. Oh no, what's he going to do... POWERBOMB ONTO THE GUARDRAIL! Oh my GOD. Deathrow is down, here come security at last to try to break this up... it appears that the unlikely tag team champions won't be going for a rematch. To say the least! Deathrow could be seriously injured. Well, until you give him a 40 of Jack.
"LDK" Lloyd Rees vs "The Falcon" Jacob Venar
The referee calls for the bell and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Rees snaps Jacob over with an arm drag. Jacob is quickly back to his feet but but walks into a boot to the gut from the former Grand Slam winner. A chop across the chest is followed up with a forearm shot to the head and Rees is all smiles as "The Falcon" is in trouble. Jacob is backed against the ropes, takes another chop and then finds himself whipped off the ropes. Leg lariat from Rees sends Venar crashing to the mat. Rees is up and gloating to the dismay of the fans. Rees goes back to his prey and starts to pull him to his feet when he takes an elbow to the mid section. Another elbow, this one to the side of the head leaves Rees shaken. Jacob is back to his feet and he pops Rees across the chest with a chop of his own. A thumb to the eyes stops "The Falcon" cold. A scoop and a slam from Rees and Jacob finds himself back on the mat starring at the lights.
Rees hits his Fresh Water Flip and goes for a cover! Jacob kicks out at two, but Rees doesn't seem concerned. Venar is dragged to his feet and whipped into the near corner - reversed! Rees hits the turnbuckle hard and Venar charges up! Jacob hits a Whisper In The Wind and Rees is down! Rees is trying to get to his feet and "The Falcon" is more than happy to assist. Slingshot suplex from Venar! "The Falcon" is headed for the top rope! Rees is getting to his feet as Jacob goes to the air with a cross body. Rees drops out of sight and "The Falcon" hits nothing but canvas! Rees is propped himself against the ropes and is pointing to his head as if to say how clever he is. Jacob is getting to his feet when he takes a running knee to the side of the head! Another cover from "LDK" and another kick out at two! Rees is starting to look frustrated as he pulls Venar up and shoots him into the ropes. Rees drops his head a second to early and Jacob hits a Fameasser! Venar pulls Rees to his feet and hits a flurry of short forearm shots!
Venar goes for a suplex but Rees blocks it. A punch to the gut stuns "The Falcon" long enough for Rees to hit a swinging neckbreaker. Rees goes for another cover, this time grinding his forearm into the face of Jacob as the referee counts. One! Two! Jacob kicks out a split second before the fatal three count! Rees pulls Vanar to his feet and whips him into the ropes. "LDK" goes for a tilt - a - whirl backbreaker but "The Falcon" reverses it into a head scissors take down! Rees scrambles back to his feet and gets hit with a beautiful standing dropkick from Jacob who is building momentum! Rees uses the ring ropes to pull himself up in the corner and takes a stinger splash from "The Falcon!" The crowd are on their feet as Jacob pulls Rees out of the corner and slams him to the mat. Jacob leaps up to the top rope and hits his incredible SMW! A hook of the leg and the referee starts his count! One! Two! Three! The crowd erupts as Jacob "The Falcon" Venar has just scored a major upset!
Coast 2 Coast vs Northwest Express
Unfortunately for both teams, this is not a tag title match owing to Phoenix & Deathrow dropping the belts last night... and now that the former champs have split, it will be Northwest Express pitted against the team that tried to humilate them at Lethal Lottery II in Coast 2 Coast. A chance to settle the score!
Link Van Haggard and Yukon Gold are gonna start this one off. The ref calls for the bell and this one is on! Yukon Gold, in a great show of respect for the man who betrayed him at Lethal Lottery II, offers his hand to shake. Van Haggard looks at Yukon's hand, looks into Yukon's eyes, and raises an eyebrow. Yukon doesn't move his hand, as a matter of fact he doesn't move at all. Van Haggard shrugs and offers his hand too, but just as Yukon moves to grab Link's, Link leans down and spits right in the palm of Yukon Gold's hand. Now, that's gross. Link Van Haggard laughs at Yukon, who looks at his hand and back at Haggard with an eyebrow raised. Van Haggard looks at Odyssey Baldwin laughing, and when he turns around he meets a STIFF spit-covered right hand from Yukon. It is NOT a good idea to piss off a man twice your size. Yukon Gold goes to work on Van Haggard, throwing right after right after right straight to the skull. Van Haggard is backed into a corner now, trying to cover up. Yukon stops the brawling and grabs Haggard's arm. He irish whips him into the far turnbuckle and follows up with a running shoulder block in the corner. Link Van Haggard has been FLATTENED between the two hundred eighty pound Yukon Gold and unforgiving steel turnbuckle!
Van Haggard tries to catch his breath as Yukon drags him to the middle of the ring and irish whips him into the ropes, following up with a stiff clothesline--ducked! Van Haggard hits the ropes behind Yukon and tries to hit a shoulder tackle. But it's like hitting a brick wall. Yukon hardly moves. Yukon Gold grabs Link Van Haggard and hits a bodyslam with a pin. This is it-- What's this, now? Odyssey Baldwin is distracting the referee! Yukon Gold gets up off Van Haggard to try and catch the referee's attention, but Van Haggard was playing possum! LOW BLOW! Odyssey Baldwin even cringes at the blow! Van Haggard rolls Yukon up for the pin. One... two... kickout at the last minute. Van Haggard decides against trying to fight Yukon himself and tags Odyssey Baldwin. Baldwin jumps up to the top rope and hits a Beverly Hills. Cover! One, two... kickout at two by Yukon Gold! Poor Yukon is still holding his junk. Odyssey helps Yukon to his feet and throws a couple stiff chops to Yukon's chest. Chop! WOO! Chop! WOO! Baldwin grabs the massive Yukon by the forearm and sends him to the ropes, running to the opposite ropes. On rebound, Baldwin hits a flying cross body, sending Yukon Gold to the canvas. Right into a pin! One, two, kickout! Yukon Gold REFUSES to stay down! Baldwin looks frustrated at this point. He gets up and tags in Van Haggard, who'd been looking for a tag. The two drag Yukon to his feet and send him to the ropes. Double clothesline! Yukon hits the mat hard! Again he's sent to the ropes. Double back body drop! The bigger they come, the harder they fall! Yukon Gold is down. Odyssey is sent to the outside by the referee, finally, and Link Van Haggard hits the KENTA knee! Right across the chest! Cover! One... two... thrr--kickout!! Yukon REFUSES to stay down!
Link Van Haggard is frustrated as HELL! He lifts Yukon into a sitting position and locks in a tight sleeper hold. He's gonna try to put Yukon to sleep! Yukon is fading... He's reaching for Randy London, who in turn is reaching as far as he can, bouncing on the ropes trying to keep the crowd roudy. Yukon is fading... He's reaching... the hand goes down... The referee raises Yukon's hand. It drops. Up again. It drops. And again... It... stays up! Yukon is feeding off of the crowd. Yukon gets to his feet and waves his arms for a tag. Link Van Haggard is holding on for dear life! Yukon lifts Van Haggard onto his back! He's walking toward Randy London. He's gonna get the tag! Here comes Odyssey Baldwin! He dives for Yukon's knee, to chop him down... TOO LATE! HOT TAG! RANDY LONDON IS A HOUSE O' FIRE! Van Haggard gets off of the tired and beaten Yukon. HE'S LEVELED WITH A STIFF CLOTHESLINE! Odyssey tries to fight back, SPINNING HEEL KICK! Van Haggard is looking to tag Odyssey Baldwin back in but Baldwin's not there. SPINEBUSTER SUPLEX! Baldwin's heading for his corner LONDON'S THERE SPINNING HEEL KICK! He jumps to the top rope and hits the NORTH STAR PRESS ON VAN HAGGARD! THIS IS OVER! ONE... TWO...TH...
Odyssey BALDWIN WITH THE SAVE! Van Haggard rolls out of the ring to escape the raging North Star, who throws a stiff right hand to the noggin of Odyssey Baldwin! A returning right hand from Baldwin! North Star with another STIFF right hand! Baldwin is reeling! More rights! He's in the corner! Yukon Gold is all rested up and calling for a tag! Randy obliges and sends Baldwin into his own corner. Randy tags in Yukon and now Yukon wants VENGANCE! He grabs Baldwin, and looks him right in the eyes. "You're in for it now, you son of a bitch." Yukon lifts Baldwin up! BACKBREAKER! Yukon calls North Star in and Randy grabs Baldwin. SUPLEX INTO SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THE COVER! THIS IS IT! ONE... TWO... CHARSHOT! Van Haggard out of NOWHERE with a steel chair! The ref calls for the bell. Winners by DQ, NorthWest Express! But they're not done! Baldwin is up! Van Haggard goes to work on the two winners with that chair and Baldwin goes to get his own from the timekeeper. Yukon Gold is getting up... Coast 2 Coast from either side! CON-CHAIR-TO! Gold goes down. Haggard shoves the referee out of the ring, that'll be a fine...! But Randy London is left unprotected and he too suffers a CON-CHAIR-TO! Northwest Express may have won the match, but they are the ones out cold at the end thanks to another brutal attack by Coast 2 Coast, who raise their arms to the BOOing crowd. This feud is just getting started!
Wrestling 101 vs Dez Carter & ???
As Andrew Rossi and "The Original" Jeff Garvin wait in the ring, L'Arc En Ciel plays as Dez Carter comes out to a good crowd reaction. He stands and waits for his mystery partner to arrive. The Imperial March. Darth Vader? No, my bad, it's Jason Cruise. The crowd cheers, remembering the battles Cruise has had with Garvin and Rossi back in July. Both Garvin and Rossi smirk, as they don't mind reminding Cruise who the victors were in those matches. But Jason doesn't look cowed. He starts off the match with Jeff Garvin. Collar and elbow! Garvin has the upper hand, and he starts off with a gut wrench suplex that sends Jason flying into the corner. "Wrestling 101, baby!" Garvin wants to lock up again! And Cruise nods. Once more! This time Cruise gets control, slips behind The Original and gives him a Russian Leg Sweep. Garvin's on the mat, and Cruise doesn't waste any time. Leg drop on the chest of Garvin leaves him gasping for air. Cruise pulls him up, and frames the woozy Garvin with his hands, lining him up for a dropkick. Garvin goes down again, but manages to roll to his corner, and Rossi tags in. STRONG lariat from the former Simply Beautiful, and Jason Cruise flips on his way to the mat. Rossi picks Cruise up by the hair and yells in his face. "You don't disrespect Jeff Garvin like that! We OWN this federation now!" Boos from the crowd as Rossi climbs on the back of Cruise and pulls at his face. Morgan Smythe gives Rossi a five count, and he reluctantly breaks at four and a half. Rossi goes for a legal (and lethal) Painkiller, and Cruise screams out in pain. He manages to get a foot on the rope, and Smythe calls again for a break. Rossi picks up Cruise, going for the Brainbuster, but Cruise, running on juices, manages to hold on for a neckbreaker! He lunges for his corner, and Dez Carter is right there to get the tag.
Carter's a man on fire! Roaring elbow to Rossi! Garvin runs in, only to be palm striked! Rossi's back up, and gets a side kick to the ribs for his troubles! Garvin with the chop block from behind and finally, Carter falls. Garvin directs traffic, and shoves a woozy Carter into the corner. Rossi with a clothesline into the turnbuckles! Garvin's turn, and he runs full tilt into the corner. Carter drops to the floor, and Garvin gets nothing but buckle, straight into his knee! He roars and rolls underneath the ropes, only for Carter to bulldog Rossi to the mat. Carter gets Rossi into an Eastern Stretch, pulling the head of Rossi and torquing the back. Rossi is not submitting, here. He manages to grab the ropes, with a little help from Garvin. Smythe calls for the break, and Dez is a little confused. But he does so, and tags in Jason Cruise. Cruise wasting no time, giving the kneeling Rossi an "Izzy Kick" as the crowd oohs from the concussive sound. Rossi writhes in pain. Garvin's back in the ring, and informs Morgan Smythe about his injured knee. While The Original distracts the ref, Rossi gives Cruise a low blow! Carter jumps into the ring, but Smythe catches him and wrangles him into his corner. Garvin limps to his corner and tags in from Rossi. Garvin picks up a dazed Cruise and throws on a Pendulum Backbreaker. Cruise crumples. Garvin motions that it's over, and picks up his opponent. Memphis Death Certificate? Well, maybe if his knee didn't buckle out from under him. Both men fall to the mat, Cruise in bad shape, but Garvin down on one knee, trying to adjust his kneepad and release some of the pressure on his injury. Carter gets the fans clapping! There is still life to Jason Cruise! Garvin crawls towards Rossi, but Cruise manages to get up and throw Jeff Garvin with a tiger suplex! Garvin goes down, and Cruise aims for the fresh Dez Carter. Tag! Carter jumps in the ring, but so does Andrew Rossi! Dropkick from Cruise sends Rossi through the ropes. Garvin's up, but a palm strike from Carter doubles him over. Carter gets The Original on his shoulders, and a fireman's carry leads directly into a knee straight to the face of Garvin!
GOOOOOOO 2 SLEEEEEEEEEEP!
Carter pins Garvin! One! Two! THREE! Rossi looks on in disgust as Jason Cruise joins Dez Carter in the ring. The two men shake hands and hit the back to the ovation of the fans!
Rossi gets in the ring and confronts his tag partner. "What the hell was that?" "Sorry, Andrew, I had him right where I wanted him, but my knee gave out!" Rossi is not buying it, but he offers a hand to Garvin. Garvin's up, and Rossi's asking if he's okay. Rossi's got his arm around Garvin for support. BAM! Side suplex takes Garvin to the mat, and Andrew Rossi uses Garvin's own heel hook against him. "HOW'S YOUR ANKLE NOW, JEFF?" The crowd's divided, as some cheer Rossi for taking down the badass that is Jeff Garvin. But this? This is just vicious. Rossi will not let go of that ankle. He pulls on it, just wrenching it out of position, when all of a sudden, you head an audible SNAP! And Andrew Rossi keeps on pulling as Garvin passes out to the pain. Refs and officials come down to pull Rossi off of his tag partner, and Rossi finally relents. He lets go of Garvin's ankle and the leg just falls to the floor in a way that legs just shouldn't do. Flanked by security, Rossi walks out towards the back. As he's about to pass through the curtain, he looks back at the EMTs tending to Jeff Garvin. And he smirks as the crowd boos the living hell out of him. Giving a disdainful look to the fans, Andrew Rossi walks out of the building.
Professor P vs Stefan Taylor
Taylor immediately takes the advantage with his strong striking skills, throwing chops and forearm shots into Professor. The mad masked man tries to take a time-out in the corner, Taylor grabs the man and shoots him to the ropes. Atomic drop... followed by a lariat! Quick cover gets a two count, but Professor P is up and trying to attack. Taylor with multiple chops... spinning backhand sends Professor P staggering! Shot to the ropes again, Spinning Spinebuster coming up WHAM! No spinebuster there, instead Professor P damn near takes Taylor's head off with a big boot! A dazed Taylor gets up and finds himself on the receiving end of a running DDT that spikes his head into the mat! Professor P covers for one, two, kick-out by Taylor.
The Professor in control, he throws wild right hands in the general vicinity of Taylor's head. He has the man backed into the corner, pick-up to the top. Professor P is going to the top rope as well, what's he going for here? No, Taylor fighting off! Taylor shoves Professor P down to the canvas and comes off with an axhandle strike --- Caught! Professor with a short, vicious chokeslam! ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT! Professor signals that school's OUT, kids, and pulls Taylor up. Whip into the ropes, no, reversed! Taylor starts opening up with his boxing background, unleashing a punching combination to the head and torso of Professor P! P covers up in the corner as the referee forces Taylor to give the man space, warning him about the closed fists --- and over the head of the referee, Professor P jams a thumb right into Taylor's eye! Another big boot by Professor P, and then he whips his man into the ropes... catches him! Spinning suplex FACE-FIRST INTO THE KNEE! He calls that the After School Special, and that's enough to put Taylor away for the three-count. Professor P picks up the win here at Hostile Hangover II, Night 2!
-Heritage Title Match-
Stone Zellor (c) vs Prince W. Darko
Referee John Sharplin calls for the bell, and the Heritage title match is underway. Stone Zellor and Prince Darko lock up center ring. Darko gets a head lock, but Stone pushes him off. Darko hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Zellor on the rebound, hits the opposite ropes, and comes back with a dropkick! Stone goes down, Darko covers, gets a one count. Stone springs back to his feet, ducks a forearm from Darko, then hits a dropkick of his own! Darko is down, Stone covers, gets a one count, both men are back to their feet in a flash, and BOTH men go for a dropkick. Futility ensues as both men hit the mat. They are back up, and the fans give them a nice round of applause. Stone "tips his hat" to Darko, who responds with a smile. And a stiff slap to the face. And an "oooo" from the fans. Stone looks slightly annoyed. But he plays it cool. After all, there's no need to PIMP SLAP! Out of nowhere Stone unleashes on Darko, and the Prince is down! A hearty "You got bitch slapped" chant begins, and Stone is starting to bust out some moves! A classic moonwalk, then drops to the mat for a windmill, then ends with a freeze (thank you Wikipedia!). The "You got served chant" begins, and Darko looks disgusted. He steps to center ring, and Stone takes a step back, eager to see what his opponent has to offer. Darko takes a breath... and walks out of the ring. Massive heat from the fans for this, but Darko doesn't care. He walks over to Frank Warburton and pushes him out of his chair, then takes a seat. He yells "Call me when you're ready to wrestle" and leans back. A popcorn bucket to the head causes him to turn his attention behind him. Stone shrugs his shoulders, then dives through the ropes onto his opponent! Chairs, the ring bell, timekeepers, they go everywhere as the two wrestlers try and get to their feet. Stone is up first, and he nails Darko with a European uppercut. Darko stumbles backwards, giving Stone enough room to hit a discus clothesline! Darko is down, and Stone soaks in the cheers of the fans!
Referee Sharplin has started a twenty count, so Stone doesn't waste his time on the floor. he drags Darko to his feet... thumb to the eye! Stone is momentarily blinded. Darko grabs Stone and drives him back first into the ring apron! Stone grabs his lower back, giving Darko the opening to plant a fist in Stone's gut. He tosses Stone back into the ring, and quickly follows, avoiding a count out. Once back inside, Darko puts his power to work, taking Stone down with Laid Out Number 2! Darko with a cover! One... Two.. Stone kicks out, but there's no authority behind it. Darko tries to keep the advantage with the Zamunda Yoke, but Stone manages to slip out of it. Darko tries to catch Stone with an elbow, but Stone rolls out of the way. Darko is back up quickly, and tries to hit him again, and again Stone moves. One more time Darko tries. Stone moves, springs to his feet, then catches Darko with a knee lift! Followed quickly by a clothesline! Darko goes down, Stone hits the ropes and springs off with an elbow drop! A cover! One... two.. and Darko just manages to avoid a pinfall! Stone quickly scales the ropes, and nails a rising Darko with a missile dropkick! Darko goes down, and the momentum takes him out of the ring! Stone looks exasperated (but still cool) as he goes to the outside to retrieve his opponent. Darko tries to crawl under the ring, but Stone catches his leg and pulls him out. Darko uses his free leg to catch Stone in the jaw, knocking him into the guard rail. Stone clutches his already sore back, giving Darko time to hit a swinging neckbreaker! Stone is laid out flat on the floor, and Darko looks like the move took something out of him too! Both men slowly get to their feet as Sharplin starts another ten count. As we reach five, the competitors make it to their feet. At seven, they manage to get to the ring apron. Stone gets a leg through the ropes, and Sharplin stops the count.
Darko grabs Stone, preventing him from getting into the ring. Stone punches Darko. Darko punches back. The two men trade punches, until Darko sneaks in a headbutt, then DDT's Stone on the ring apron! Stone is planted, but doesn't fall to the ground. Darko hits the ground, but quickly pushes the champion into the ring, and climbs back in, and covers! One... two... STONE HAS A FOOT ON THE ROPES! A collective gasp from the fans. Darko's eyes are wild, as he thought he had the match won. Darko drags Stone away from the ropes, then goes back to hit JUST PERFECTION! ... He didn't quite get all of it, but he goes for a cover, hooking the leg! One... two... Stone gets a shoulder up as Sharplin's hand was INCHES from the mat! Darko is irate now, thinking he's being cheated. He argues with Sharplin, who tries to calm the challenger down. Darko has none of it, as he gets in Sharplin's face. He fails to notice Stone is getting up, so he's completely unprepared for the school boy roll up! Sharplin counts! One... two... Darko kicks out, and comes back with a HUGE STO! Stone hits the mat hard, and Darko composes himself before he covers. One... two... Stone gets his foot on the bottom rope. Darko is just LIVID. He stalks over to the corner turnbuckle, and pulls the top pad off. Sharplin tries to stop this, but Darko will have none of it. He drags Stone up, and pulls him towards the exposed turnbuckle. He tries to drive Stone's head into the metal, but Stone blocks! Darko tries again, and again Stone blocks! Darko tries one more time, Stone blocks, drives his elbow into Darko's gut, then picks him up for SNAKE EYES on the the exposed turnbuckle! Darko goes down and Stone covers! One... two... DARKO WITH A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Now it's Stone's turn to look shocked. He goes to the top rope, preparing for a diving headbutt, but Darko rolls out of reach. The fans, who were on their feet in anticipation, sit back down, only slightly disappointed. I say slightly, because Stone looks like he's got something else in mind. Stone is back on the mat in a flash, and he nails a rising Darko with leg lariat! Darko is back down, and Stone goes for Slammy Time! Darko fights it, Stone tries to keep the hold locked in, but Darko drops to one knee, gets his arm free and LOW BLOW.
Oh Darko. Normally that would work. But not against a man with BALLS OF STEEL! As Darko holds his forearm, Stone grins, and comes back with the MOTHER OF ALL PIMP SLAPS!!! Darko falls into referee Sharplin, knocking him into the exposed turnbuckle! The ref is down and out, so Darko takes advantage, driving his thumb into Stone's throat. Stone tries to catch his breath, and Darko hits the champion with a BACKDROP DRIVER! Holy Hell! Too bad there's no ref. This dawns on Darko, who decides to wear down the champion some more. He goes outside to retrieve a chair. He climbs back into the ring... Stone is up and dropkicks the chair into Darko's face! Darko goes down, and Stone quickly scales the ropes and hits his diving headbutt! He looks over at Sharplin, who seems to be stirring... turns his attention back to Darko, and slaps on The SCAR! The submission hold is locked in! The fans chant for Darko to tap! Darko reaches out for the ropes, but they're too far away! Stone wrenches back with all his might, and Darko has no choice but to tap out.
If only Sharplin was there to see it. The referee is still groggy, and is not aware of the tap out. Stone releases the hold, and goes to check on Sharplin. Sharplin seems to indicate that he's ready, so Stone goes back to his opponent. He drags Darko up and yells "SLAMMY TIME!" The fans pop huge!
But the excitement is stopped dead when Darko rears back with the chair he brought in the ring, and crashes it down on Stone's head. A sick echo of metal on skull as the seat of the chair seems to contort to the shape of Stone's head. Darko pulls the chair back, and we see blood pour out of the Dynamite one's head. Darko ditches the chair, then gets the double underhook. ZAMUNDA DRIVER! An already messed up Stone is ground into the mat, a pool of blood forming beneath him. Whether referee Sharplin questions how this happened is a moot point as he makes the count. ONE! TWO! NOT LIKE THIS! THREEEE! Your winner and NEWWW Heritage Champion, Prince W. Darko!
A hostile reaction, to say the least. Darko snatches the Heritage title away from Sharplin and gets the hell out of dodge as bottles and other garbage pelt him. He stops at the entrance to hold the belt up high, a victorious smirk on his face. In the ring, Stone is trying to get to his feet, face bloody. A remarkable undefeated streak is over. He gets a lot of respect from the fans, but it won't get him his belt back.
Not tonight.
-TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH-
Bluegrass Mafia (c) vs Mystic Exposition
The Expositioner stands in the middle of the ring, starting off for Mystic Exposition, while "The American Nightmare" steps out of the corner for the Bluegrass Mafia. All four men are beat up after their matches last night; Mystic Ninja generally sore and bruised thanks to some double-teaming from The Damned, and Chad & Matt Kurtis with bandages on their heads from their collisions with various chairs. But the way Matt Kurtis and Expo are staring at each other before the bell rings, all that is forgotten, because there's only one thing on their minds for this match. The NAPW Tag Team Titles. The bell rings, and Matt and Expo lock up in the middle of the ring. Matt Kurtis easily gets the advantage over the smaller man, and hits a belly-to-belly suplex on his verbose opponent. He follows it up with a few stomps, until Expo rolls to the edge and grabs on to the ropes. Matt throws in one more stomp for good measure, but then lets Expo pull himself to his feet - and then whips him to the far side and gets him with a spinning side slam on the rebound. Here's the cover, one, two, kickout at three. Matthew Kurtis getting the upper hand early in this match, throws out a hand gesture to the crowd which only intensifies their jeering, and then tags out to brother Chad, who rushes into the ring...to meet the Mystic Ninja! Matt Kurtis spent a little too much time posturing and now Chad Kurtis is in the ring with a fresh opponent. The Show rushes Ninja, who stands his ground and doubles Chad over with a toe kick to the stomach, then bounces back to the ropes and lets fly with a Kabuki Kick! Chad collapses to the mat, Ninja with the cover, one, tw--Matt Kurtis rushes in and STOMPS Ninja in the back of the head to break up the pin. That was a vicious save by Matt Kurtis, but it got the job done, and now Chad's back to his feet while Ninja's on his hands and knees, trying to clear his head. Chad helps him to his feet -- SUPERKICK! Oh dear, that wasn't very neighborly! Chad quickly scales the turnbuckle, turns to face his downed opponent -- best moonsault ever! Here's the cover, one, two thr--KICKOUT!! Mystic Ninja kicks out from sheer instinct, and Chad Kurtis walks over to his corner to tag in his big brother Matt.
And big is definitely the appropriate adjective in this case. Matt Kurtis is over a foot taller and one hundred pounds heavier than Ninja, who's getting to his feet and realizing that in order to get to his tag team partner he needs to go THROUGH the American Nightmare. So he rolls up his metaphorical sleeves and gets to work! He connects with a hard high kick to Matt's chest, then ducks as Matt grabs for him and fires off with a kick to the side. The crowd's behind him now, and Ninja winds up for one more kick to Kurtis's leg -- but Kurtis grabs him! The plucky little Ninja could only evade the giant Kurtis for so long, and now he's got him in a bear hug! Ninja tries to wriggle out of Kurtis's grip but he just SQUEEZES even harder. Ninja looks like he's fading, and that's when Kurtis shifts his grip, and hammers Ninja into the mat with a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Here's the cover, one, two, th--EXPO WITH THE SAVE! The Expositioner kicks Matt in the head, aggrivating the injury he sustained in the match last night. Expo's not done, though...kind of. "That's just a sample of what I'm going to do when Ninja finally tags me in and I become the legal wrestler, Matthew! There's going to be a running lariat, followed by a series of chops, then a DDT, and then finally an X-Press! There's going to be no--" Aaaaaand finally the referee hustles him back to the corner. Unfortunately, that little soliloquy gave Matt Kurtis enough time to get to his corner and tag in The Show. The crowd...boos? Chad Kurtis isn't used to that kind of a reaction from the crowd, but they're not booing him. They're booing the latest arrivals to ringside. Sebastien Martyr and Al B. Damned come down the aisle and pull out a couple of folding chairs...and sit down to watch? The referee tells The Damned that he won't tolerate any interference, and the Reverend Al assures him that there will be no shenanigans, and Sebastien glares at Al, a little sore from their loss to Mystic Exposition last night.
Chad Kurtis walks over to the supine Ninja, pulls him to his feet, but Ninja comes back with a chop to the chest! Chad comes back with a blistering chop of his own, which staggers Ninja, but he's the Little Blue Asian That Could! Another chop from the Ninja, and now it's Chad Kurtis's time to stumble! Chad grimaces, and steps right back -- DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Kurtis knows that it's better to bring out a gun in a knife fight, and now Mystic Ninja falls back to the ropes! Chad Kurtis with the Irish Whip, and Ninja bounces off the other ropes to rebound into another Superkick -- except that he ducks it and hits the far ropes! He springboards off of Chad Kurtis, then rebounds again, and oh no. There's the Superkick. Chad with the cover, one, two, three--NOOO! Mystic Ninja has gas left in his tank, folks! Chad Kurtis goes to the far turnbuckle, tries to get Ninja into position for the Frankensteiner, but there's a power struggle at the top of the turnbuckle! Ninja with a hard right, Kurtis returns the favour, Ninja, Kurtis, Ninja, Kurtis, Ninja, Ninja, Ninja! He shoves Kurtis to the ground, but he's right back on his feet--HURRICANRANA! Both men are down on the ground, trying to get to their corners, and Matt Kurtis and Expo are STRETCHING . . . STRETCHING . . . Chad Kurtis makes the tag! SO DOES NINJA!
Matt Kurtis steps in the ring, but The Expositioner CHARGES with a running lariat! Matthew Kurtis gets back to his feet, but Expo's on him again! The crowd's chanting along! "Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!" Expo pauses, points out to the fans, and they know what's next! "DDT!" Matt Kurtis is on the ground, but Expo's not done yet. He climbs to the top rope and waits patiently for Matt Kurtis to get to his feet. The crowd shouts out "X-PRESS!" Expo shakes his head and shouts out "Wait for it!" Kurtis is on his feet! Expo and the crowd shout out together "X-PRESS!" Expo lets fly with the cross-body
But Kurtis catches him.
And now it's a backbreaker on Expositioner, who falls to the ground, holding his back. The Damned break out in applause as the crowd cries out in anguish. Matthew Kurtis hauls him right back to his feet, and nearly takes his head off with a standing clothesline; Expo's right back down again as Matt Kurtis goes over to tag in his brother then sets up Expo for the Kurtis Krusher! Chad climbs to the top rope, but Expo's coming to on Matt's shoulders! He twists and turns, trying to get a little leverage, but Chad Kurtis flies from the top turnbuckle! JUST AS EXPO BRINGS MATT KURTIS DOWN WITH A HURRICANRANA! Chad Kurtis hits nothing but mat, and he's writhing in agony on the canvas! Matt Kurtis is down too, rolling to the outside... MYSTIC NINJA! SHURIKEN PRESS ON CHAD KURTIS! Expositioner covers Chad Kurtis! One! Two! THREE! MYSTIC EXPOSITION WIN! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Mystic Exposition de-throne The Bluegrass Mafia after only 24 hours as Tag Team Champions, and as Chad & Matt angrily leave the ring, Expo and The Mystic Ninja hold each other up in the center of the ring, to the cheers of the crowd. The referee hands them the tag team belts, and that's right when The Damned hit the ring. Mystic Ninja and The Expositioner stand on one end of the ring, staring down a vicious-looking Sebastien Martyr and Al B. Damned on the opposite end. Sebastien Martyr takes a step forward, Expo quickly goes after him, but Martyr quickly holds his hands up in a gesture of mock innocence. He and Al stare back at the new Tag Team champs again, and then quietly leave the ring, making the "I want the belt" gesture as they go. Mystic Ninja and The Expositioner could care less WHAT The Damned are doing, though. The new NAPW Tag Team Champions climb to opposite turnbuckles, holding their new belts up high and calling out to the NAPW fans. Three champions in two days: the NAPW Tag Team scene has never been hotter.
JOSH REYNOLDS: At this time, I would like to bring out the surprise team from earlier tonight, please welcome Jason Cruise and Dez Carter!
Dez Carter and Jason Cruise make their way out, crowd breaking out into a spontaneous "Dez, Dez, Dez" chant. Dez has a towel over his shoulders and is in track pants and a hoodie. Cruise has a black leather jacket over a black hooded sweatshirt, black jeans and is carrying a wooden cane with a ornate metal handle.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Since returning a couple weeks ago, you've been on a roll Dez! Tonight you gained revenge on Andrew Rossi and Jeff Garvin in decisive fashion, tell us what's on your mind.
DEZ CARTER: Josh Reynolds, Simply Beautiful - or Andrew Rossi, or whatever he is this week and Jeff Garvin didn't last two matches. I may respect the in-ring abilities of both men but when all was said and done, I pinned Jeff Garvin one-two-three in the center of the ring tonight with the help of this man right here.
JOSH REYNOLDS: How did you find this man as your partner?
DEZ CARTER: When NAPW told me I could find any partner, I looked to a man who had as much reason as anybody to get a piece of Rossi and Garvin. One phone call later and I had a partner who proved to everybody that he's a lot more than a footnote in the careers of two chumps called "Wrestling 101!"
JOSH REYNOLDS: And with that we turn now to Jason Cruise. Cruiser, this was an impressive return for you, shocking NAPW with your return and with your new look.
JASON CRUISE: What you see before you is the physical manifestation of months of contemplation, months of soul-searching, months of agony. Tonight was my redemption. Tonight was my vindication. I have exorcised the demons of my past inequities... and as such... I an done with Jeff Garvin and Andrew Rossi.
Crowd pop. Minor "Cruise" chant.
JASON CRUISE But Jason Cruise is not done with the NAPW. No. I have one final message tonight for all of NAPW. So listen up...
With a sudden blur of motion, Jason Cruise cracks the ornate metal handle of his cane directly into the forehead of Dez Carter, busting him wide open and spilling his blood. Cruise grabs the downed Carter by the hair, showing off his handy work to the fans, before getting right in his face with the microphone.
JASON CRUISE: Jason Cruise... IS BACK!!
Jason Cruise shoves the interviewer out of his way and walks smugly toward the back, examining the head of his cane as the crowd boos him mercilessly.
Ravager vs Kevin Kodiak
Both men are in the ring as the bell sounds to start this match off - and both men head to the centre of the ring as they begin to stare each other down. Kodiak looming over his opponent by a good ten or so inches and it's the big man who strikes first with a chop to the chest! But Ravager fires one right back, and the crowd "ooh" at the sound of that chop. Even through all the clothing. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! The two competitors exchange a series of chops as neither man shows signs of backing down - until Kodiak connects with an uppercut that sends the white collared assassin back a step. Knee to the midsection followed by an Irish whip and the British Columbia native, Kevin Kodiak has Ravager on the run. Lariat ... attempted, but it's ducked as Ravager turns and connects with a boot to the gut - DDT! Kodiak just got pancaked, but he's being picked back up, to a seated position at least. And there's some stiff looking soccer kicks to the spine. The big man is dragged back to his feet as a European uppercut knocks him backwards. Another one follows and Kevin is backed into the corner. An Irish whip sends the lumberja--NO--reversed by Kodiak as he sends his opponent slamming into the turnbuckle - RUNNING SPLASH! And a Samoan drop! The big man just put all 262 lbs into that one as he flattened the former NAPW Champion. Pin fall! ONE! TW-NOOOO! Ravager kicks out!
But it doesn't take long for Ravager to be dragged back to his feet as Kodiak slams him him right back down to the mat. He goes against the ropes - elbow drop! Lateral press. ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOO! Kodiak looks displeased. But he should know he's not going to put Ravager away that quickly. Which is probably why the former NAPW Champion is being placed in the corner. Back elbow smash to the face by Kevin Kodiak. He swings his huge right arm back as he goes for a powerful punch - BLOCKED! HEADBUTT! Ravager connects with a head butt, right on the bridge of the nose. Kodiak tries again, but once more his punch is blocked - HEADBUTT! A third head butt and somehow Ravager has neutralised the height advantage his opponent holds over him. STO! And the big man just got planted! Hook of the leg by Ravager! ONE! TWO! T-NOOOO!
There's more fight left in both men as Kodiak tries to get up, using the nearby ropes for leverage - but Ravager has him by the arm. He drags the big man down to the canvas, locking in a modified crossface hold as he tries to wear his opponent out. ROPE BREAK! It was always going to happen with him being that close to the rope - and in a flash Ravager has released the hold and has locked in a rear naked choke hold. This time they're in the middle of the ring and there ain't nowhere to go! The Vancouver crowd are cheering - FOR KEVIN KODIAK! Pleading with him not to tap, but Ravager has the hold locked in. The referee raises the arm once, and it falls! He raises it again, and again, it falls! The official summons up his strength to lift Kodiak's arm a third time - NO! It's up! The big man has yet more fight left in him after all. Wait, he's rolling over. Ravager is struggling with the size of his opponent as Kodiak rises to a kneeling position before lurching forward to a standing position - SLAMMING Ravager back against the turnbuckle! And some shoulder thrusts for good measure as the big man works over the midsection of his opponent. Ravager is stunned momentarily as he's lifted to the top rope - SUPERPLEX! Kodiak hooks the leg this time. ONE! TWO! THREE--NO! Last minute kick out! Escaping by the skin of his teeth. But, Kodiak isn't about to waste the opportunity. He has the most successful NAPW Champion laid out in the middle of the ring, and now's the time to fly. Kodiak climbs through the ropes before ascending to the top turnbuckle - BIG SPLASH! ONE! TWO! THRE--NOOOOOO! Shoulder up! How the hell? Oh, now Kodiak appears to be pissed. Any normal opponent and that would have done it, but we know Ravager isn't any normal opponent.
Ravager is dragged back to a vertical base for what seems could be the last time this match as Kodiak lands a forearm to the face before hooking him, ready for a suplex. And Ravager is instantly hoisted up into the air ... But he drops down the back! LAST RESORT -- NO! Kodiak breaks the hold before he can be taken over as he sets off against the ropes - NORTHERN BC LARIAT -- NO! Ducked by Ravager. HEADBUTT! Blood begins to trickle from the nose of Kevin Kodiak as the big man drops to one knee. Ravager runs against the ropes himself this time, as he comes back with a running knee lift! Straight to the face! Pin attempt. ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOO! Shoulder up by the big man! Both men are struggling to get to their feet now as this physical match appears to have taken it's toll on them. Ravager gets up first as he delivers a knife-edge chop to the chest. Kodiak is backed against the rope, and Ravager lands another hard chop. But Kodiak fires one back. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! The two competitors exchange some stiff shots once more and once more it's Kodiak who comes out on top as he nails a huge big boot to the face! And he goes for the cover! ONE! TWO-NOOO! Kodiak has had it! Enough is enough and it's time to end it. He heads towards the legs of his opponent as the Bear trap is coming up. He grabs one leg - KICK! Sole of the boot straight to the jaw, and another! Ravager is fighting out as Kodiak is forced to release the 'hold'. Ravager gets back to his feet as he dives behind his opponent ... LAST RESORT!
NO!
Kodiak won't go over! He drives an elbow to the face of Ravager, causing him to stumble back before an Irish whip sends him to the turnbuckle. LARIAT! Ravager takes a few steps forward before dropping to the mat as Kodiak looks towards the top rope. He's going to end this match in style, and to do that he's got to start climbing. Which he does. Out onto the apron, to the middle rope and finally to the top rope as he steadies himself for the big splash - NO! Ravager is up, and he's on the middle rope - SUPERPLEX! Ravager takes the big man down and the ring shook! He drapes an arm over - ONE! TWO! THRE--NOOO! Shoulder up! But now it's Ravager's turn to climb as he slowly makes his way back to his feet and up to the top rope. DIVING HEADBUTT! CONNECTS! Hook of the leg by Ravager! ONE! TWO! THREE! YES! It's over!
The bell sounds to signify the end of this match as Ravager crawls to the ropes to get back to his feet. Kodiak is stirring in the centre of the ring as he sits up with a look of disbelief in his eyes. He was sooo close! He could taste victory. Ravager is standing over the big man now and he extends a hand!!! Kodiak stands back up on his own accord as he looks around the arena, taking in the fans' applause before shaking hands! What a show of sportsmanship!
JACK JONES: And now I can't take my nephews out to a movie ever again.
BILL HEWSON: How could you possibly think it was appropriate to take two 7 year old boys to Death Killers 3: The Slashening?
JACK JONES: It was an educational film! You sound just like my sister.
BILL HEWSON: ... let's take it to Frank!
FRANK WARBURTON: Vancouver British Columbia, it is now time for the main event! This will be a one-fall contest at a sixty-minute time limit, and it will be for the NAPW WORLD Championship! At this time we will introduce the special guest referee for the match...
""I am the man, that's what I am
I'm a straight shooter, with a master plan
I am the man, that's why I'm here
I am the man, I am the man"
Shock? Shock. The Russian Community Center explodes with noise as the realization permeates through the crowd like ripples in a pond after a stone is thrown in... this is a frigging boulder.
The REBEL World Heavyweight Champion makes his way out, cocky grin on his face, title belt over a shoulder, striped referee shirt over his torso.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the special guest referee for the contest... the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion, he is STYLINNNNNN' KYLLLLLLEEEE ROBERRRRRRRTS!
BILL HEWSON: What in the --- what in the HELL?
JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!
BILL HEWSON: Why in the world would the NAPW brass choose THIS man as the special guest referee?! This man who betrayed his partner in The New & Improved D-X in the spring of this year, ending perhaps the greatest tag team NAPW will ever see... Stylin' Kyle Roberts and Bruce "The Beast" Richards were 5-time tag champions until Roberts stabbed The Beast in the back! And now this man is going to REFEREE the world title match tonight? Will somebody explain this to me?!
JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!
Kyle gets in the ring. The crowd is mixed. Many NAPW fans will never forgive Kyle, but other fans have warmed up to Kyle again for his recent REBEL Pro history. They know Kyle Roberts stood up against the dastardly Rex Caliber down in North Carolina, upending him for the REBEL World Title. Nonetheless, nobody knows what to do with Kyle Roberts, guest referee right here in Vancouver!
"No one's gonna take me alive!
The time has come to make things right!"
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from St. Albert Alberta he is a five-time NAPW Tag Team Champion! Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds and standing six-feet three inchs tall, ladies and gentlemen... Bruce Richards... THHHHHEEEE BEAAAAAAAST!
Whatever the controversy, it dissolves as the crowd EXPLODES for THE BEAST! He storms out from the curtain, duster swirling around his ankles - and limping slightly thanks to Astros' cheap shot last night. The Beast makes a bee-line directly for the ring, wasting no time. He steps in and gets right in Kyle's face. It's clear to all: Beast wants to know what the HELL is going on. Kyle gives him a grin, motioning that he'll call it right down the middle. Beast sticks his finger in Kyle's face and warns him that there will be hell to pay if...
Beast quickly shucks his hat and coat, and then pulls his black shirt off. The challenger is agitated clearly, consumed by a restless energy, tired of waiting...
"I SAID HALLELUJAH!"
FRANK WARBURTON: And now! Coming to the ring from Los Angeles California, he stands six-feet three inches and weighs two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds! He is a former NAPW Tag Team Champion and the current and REIGNING NAPW World Champion... "Worldwide Astrocide"... Ladies and gentlemen, DONOVANNNNN AAAAAASTROOOOOS!
BILL HEWSON: Here comes the champion and he looks DAMNED smug! Did Astros have something to do with the selection of guest referee? WAIT A MINUTE! THE BEAST ISN'T GONNA WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE! HERE WE GO, JACK ATTACK!
JACK JONES: Blasphemy! He didn't even let the champion get into the ring!
BILL HEWSON: THE BEAST HAS BEEN UNLEASHED ON VANCOUVER!
And Donovan Astros is experiencing it firsthand, and he don't like it folks! The Beast beating Donovan Astros from pillar to post, the champion trying desperately to get away. Referee Kyle Roberts is content to let these two fight it out, not bothering to make the 20-count --- he's used to REBEL rules these days anyways! The Beast sends Astros into the guardrail! Astros scrambling away, falling on his ass and holding a hand out. "Come on, man, back off!" The Beast won't stop advancing! He goes to pick Astros up DROP TOE-HOLD! The Champ sends The Beast right into the floor! Astros gets up quickly, dropping rapid-fire elbows into the back of The Beast's head. He stops then and looks around for the world title belt. Astros spies it in the aisle way and goes to retrieve it. He rolls into the ring and holds the title belt up HIGH for the fans to see. "I'm the champion, dammit!" He holds the belt to Roberts, who looks non-plussed. Astros holds the belt to another side of the ropes. He'll be damned if he lets The Beast take away his glory
Oh
The Beast is up right behind Astros, who is suddenly drowned out by a roar of applause. Astros turns around BEAST! HAULS ASTROS UP! CHART ATTACK! CHART ATTACK --- Astros slips out! He grabs Beast's arms behind his back and turns him around for ASTROCIDE --- not gonna happen! Beast shoves Astros off into the ropes, Astros rebounds off WHAM into a snap powerslam, Samoa Joe style! Beast hooks a leg... Roberts seems more interested in the hot blonde in the front row before realizing there's a cover, he slaps the mat one, Astros kicks out without issue. The Beast is quickly up and in Kyle's face. "What are you playing at? You make the damn counts!" "Hey, Bruce, she's HOT dude! I mean, come on!"
BILL HEWSON: There is no way Kyle Roberts will call this match down the middle for The Beast! There has been too much blood spilled between these two men!
JACK JONES: Well, to be fair, can you SEE that blonde? Owww! Any man'll be distracted by that ---
BILL HEWSON: Look out! Donovan Astros from behind, chopblock to the knee! Astros already did damage to the knee last night in the tag match, taking advantage of The Beast's Chart Attack on "LDK" Lloyd Rees! That's gotta be his game plan, take out The Beast's vertical base!
JACK JONES: They're all the same size on the mat, Hewson!
Beast gets up, Astros measures him, another chop-block takes The Beast off his feet! Beast using the ropes to pull himself up, that right knee clearly in serious pain... Astros is like a shark, circling when he smells blood... he stalks The Beast and then at the right time STRIKES. Another chop-block and The Beast hits the canvas! The World Champion gets right on top of The Beast, Astrolock? NO! Donovan Astros forgoing his usual neck and head attack for the leg... what's he doing? Astros sliding out of the ring with a hold of The Beast's legs. Roberts this time initiates a twenty-count, although he's not counting as fast as he could perhaps... nonetheless. Donovan Astros has Beast's leg, and he whips it around the ring post! Beast yells, grimacing in pain. Astros breathing heavily with an almost evil look on his face... he has come to hate The Beast and he certainly hates the fans. ANOTHER whip of the leg around the ring post, and then Astros grabs the legs of The Beast! He grapevines the legs and then, falling backwards with a fierce grip, introduces The Beast to one of the greatest moves of all time...
THE RING-POST FIGURE FOUR!!!
Astros rocking back and forth and wrenching The Beast's leg out of the socket! This hold is illegal, using the ring post, but the referee... wait a minute! Kyle Roberts decides to start his five-count! ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE! ... FOUR! ... Astros screams out "DISQUALIFY ME!" Roberts stops his count short, thinking. Then he points to his head.
SMARTER THAN YOU.
Roberts slides out of the ring and physically starts to untangle the legs of the two men apart. Astros suddenly breaks no problem, standing up and getting right in the face of Roberts. "You don't lay a hand on me! I'm the champion, dammit!" Roberts makes the "belt" motion around his own waist. "Hey, me too! And I'm the referee! Get back in the goddamn ring, Astros!" Roberts rolls back in leaving a seething Astros on the outside. Donovan does not look happy. In fact, he looks apoplectic. Furious enough to have a stroke, you know?
BILL HEWSON: Color me surprised, Kyle Roberts doing exactly what we expected a guest referee to do in this match! Donovan Astros knows he would retain the title on a disqualification... Roberts wouldn't play his game.
JACK JONES: He put his hands on the wrestler! Who does he think he is?
BILL HEWSON: Well, the referee! That's why they have a special referee, to keep order in this match!
Astros rolls back into the ring. He may be furious with Roberts, but he isn't about to lose focus on THE BEAST - not when The Beast has only one good wheel. Beast is getting up, Astros sends a low dropkick right back into the knee to knock the man down. Diving elbow to the back of Beast's head for good measure, and then Donovan Astros says it's time to finish this! He grabs The Beast, and apparently in a move designed to further infuriate these Canadian fans...
Applies the Sharpshooter!
Donovan Astros using the Bret Hart playbook tonight, and why not? The Hitman took out tons of "Beasts" in his time! Astros leans back on the hold, compressing the legs as far as he can as The Beast is in a world of trouble. Roberts is in Bruce's face, asking him "Bruce, what do you say? Come on Bruce, what do you say?" Bruce Richards, The Beast, stares up through gritted teeth into the face of his former tag team partner... and grunts out "GET---OUT---OF---MY---FACE!" Beast trying to use his upper body strength to push-up, ease Astros hold... Astros just sits right back down like the prick that he is. "TAAAAP! TAAAAP! TAAAAAAAAAAP!" The Beast buries his face in his hands, then begins to reach out! No reaching the ropes, Beast tries to crawl... gains a few inches. Crawl! A few inches! Astros begins to shake his head in disbelief as the crowd ratchets up the volume! Beast reaches out...
He's got the ropes!
Astros isn't letting go!
Roberts makes the five count again! Astros frees a hand to show Roberts his middle finger. Roberts looks furious... wait a minute! The Beast is using the ropes to climb up! He's got the middle rope, reaching up to the top rope! And the laws of physics and the nature of the body mean that Astros is losing his grip! Losing his hold... The Beast is free! But how much more can he take? The leg has to be nearly destroyed!
BILL HEWSON: Donovan Astros grabs the legs again, he's going right back for the Sharpshooter --- The Beast shoves him off! Astros comes back and tries again, The Beast shoves the man off again using his good leg!
JACK JONES: He can't win the match on the mat, Hewson! I don't know if The Beast can stand up! Roberts needs to think about ending this for the good of The Beast's career!
BILL HEWSON: Oh yeah, you'd love that, you and Astros would.
The Beast is pulling himself up in the center of the ring, Astros stalking him with a sinister grin, hair falling in front of his eyes. He goes for the leg --- The Beast just gets out of the way of the chop, and then he unloads a huge knife-edge chop to the chest of Donovan Astros! Beast hobbling but throws another chop into the chest of Astros, backing him into the ropes. IRISH WHIP! Astros sent across the ring, he ducks the lariat, flying crucifix! COUNTERED INTO A SAMOAN DROP! Beast reaches back to cover, one, two, Astros kicks out. But The Beast may finally be mounting some offense... he gets to his feet, almost hopping on one foot, but grabs Astros and lifts him up. Whipped to the corner! Beast hobbles in and chops the chest, then sends Astros to the opposite corner of the ring...
and with a superhuman effort, Beast gets up some speed on one wheel and avalanches Astros in the corner! Astros is stunned, Beast grabs his head and starts smashing it into the turnbuckle pad, the crowd counting along! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Astros stumbles out, trying to get free. He charges at The Beast with sudden impact, Beast ducks the clothesline attempt, Astros rebounds off the ropes, again, Beast ducks, BEHIND! COBRA CLUTCH! And there's the BOMB! Beast gets a cover ONE, TWO, again a kick-out by the champion! Beast pulls himself up again and raises an arm high... Astros is up... Beast jams his fingers down Astros' gullet with the MANDIBLE CLAW!
BILL HEWSON: The Mandible Claw from the challenger! The paralyzing nerve-hold and a move that The Beast doesn't need his leg strength to do! He doesn't have to lift the champion up, he just has to put him down!
JACK JONES: Ewww, can you imagine the dirty hands of THE BEAST down your throat? Astros has never had anything that unrefined pass his lips, not ever!
Beast is trying to plunge Astros down, and the champion seems to be fading... fading... KICK TO THE BALLS. Beast collapses to his knees as Astros breaks free of the hold. Donovan looks disgusted, sticking his tongue out and looking green. His eyes blink quickly as he tries to regain his bearings. He boots Beast and hooks the arms, butterfly suplex! He got the big man over! Cover by the champion, one, two, Beast with a kick-out. Astros pulls The Beast up, it's time to put the man away. He grabs the arms of Beast for Astrocide, but Beast spins out! Irish whip! Beast again tries to hobble-charge in, this time Astros sticks a boot up and kicks Beast in the face. He turns the man around and climbs up to the top. Astros has the arm, he's going for the STEELE TOWER! LEAP
And it CONNECTS! The Rocker Dropper from the top rope! Astros hooks the leg for ONE, TWO, TH---
BEAST KICKS OUT!
Donovan Astros can't believe it! How did Beast kick out. He argues the count with Stylin' Kyle Roberts, who assures Astros it was indeed a kick-out before three. "What the hell would you know, you filthy REBEL wrestler?" Roberts snorts as Astros returns to work. He grabs The Beast up for ASTROLABE, Beast counters! He stands up and drives Astros headfirst into the canvas! COVER! ONE! TWO! TH--- Astros gets his shoulder up before Kyle can hit the mat three times! Beast gets up, and he calls for it. He pulls Astros on his shoulders for the CHART ATTACK ...
And the leg gives out.
Astros NAILS the back of the knee! The Beast collapses! Astros rolls The Beast up ---
And grabs the ropes with his free hand!
BILL HEWSON: NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! ONE! TWO! TH---
JACK JONES: THREE! What are you waiting for, THREE!
BILL HEWSON: No! Not three! Roberts at the last second saw Astros' hand on the ropes! I don't believe it myself, but Kyle Roberts is actually calling this down the middle!
JACK JONES: Are we watching the same match? Donovan Astros is being screwed right before our eyes!
BILL HEWSON: Oh put a sock in it, Jack!
Astros is ready to lose it. Kyle, no stranger to bending the rules, tells Astros "hey, you got caught. BECAUSE I'M SMARTER THAN YOU." Astros grabs The Beast, hooks the arms, and this time...
Hits Astrocide.
The crowd deflates as Astros hooks the leg. ONE. TWO! THREEnnnnnnNNOOOOO!
HE KICKED OUT! THE BEAST KICKED OUT!
Donovan Astros... Donovan Astrosseems to have had enough. He gets out of the ring and grabs his world title belt... washing his hands off the entire match.
And takes off down the aisle. Astros is OUT OF HERE!
"Hey! HEY! Astros! Yeah, you!"
Roberts is suddenly on the microphone!
"You can walk down that aisle and take off, but I think I oughta tell you that the NAPW brass, they gave me the power to make any ruling that I see fit... and if you walk through that curtain and get yourself counted out, you're going to lose that title Astros! Now get the hell back in the ring!"
The crowd goes nuts. Astros is fuming. There's damn near fire coming from his nostrils. The twisted expressions on his face illustrate the internal war he is experiencing... finally, Astros comes back to the ring. But he doesn't leave the belt on the outside. The Beast is taking his feet, the leg basically useless, and Astros readies the world title belt for use as a weapon! He's ready to fire
YOINK
Roberts grabs the title away from Astros! "This isn't REBEL!" Roberts slides the belt to the side of the ring and checks on Bruce's condition. Bruce shoves Kyle away, but in that moment, Astros has the title belt in his hands once more! He readies it, not he's not aiming at The Beast! He's aiming at ROBERTS! ASTROS FIRES ---
Roberts ducks the belt shot
STYLESKICK!
KYLE ROBERTS JUST KICKED ASTROS TEETH OUT! The belt flies out of Astros' hands! Astros doesn't go down, he's bouncing on his feet in a delayed response... he turns around...
THE BEAST!
HOPPING ON ONE LEG!
HAS ASTROS!
CHAAAAAAAART ATTAAAAAAAAACK!
COVER! ONE! TWOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BILL HEWSON: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! THE BEAST --- IS THE NAPW --- WORLD CHAMPEEEEEEEN!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... and NEWWWWWWW WORRRRRLD CHAMPIONNNNNNN... THEEEEEE BEAAAAAAAAAAST!
The crowd is going BONKER. BONKER. People are jumping up and down for joy, screaming, throwing arms up as The Beast looks up with closed eyes and open mouth, roaring in triumphant exultation. He leans forward, head to the mat, overcome with emotion. Donovan Astros rolls out of the ring, half-conscious on the floor. Dick Kiebiech and John Sharplin come out and help Astros to the back...
And in the ring, Kyle Roberts has his REBEL World Title on his shoulder, and the NAPW world title in one hand. He extends his right hand to The Beast...
The Beast doesn't trust it. Kyle says "Come on, you son of a bitch! Take my damn hand!"
Bruce reaches out... and Kyle helps the man up, then raises his arm high in victory before passing him the NAPW World Title. Bruce, on one good leg or no, throws the belt high in his grip and howls! The crowd goes nuts! He looks over at Kyle, as if to say "What's the deal?" Roberts smirks and taps the side of his head... then raises the REBEL title above his head. Bruce does the same with the NAPW title!
JACK JONES: WHAT A TRAVESTY! WHAT A TRAVESTY!
BILL HEWSON: Oh shut up! Donovan Astros has pushed the referees around one too many times, and tonight he got what he had coming to him! But in the ring, right now... it is the former New & Improved D-X, each standing at the top of the mountain of their respective wrestling promotions! Stylin' Kyle Roberts, the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion... and The Beast Bruce Richards, the NAPW World Champion! Who would have ever seen this image coming? For Jack "Attack" Jones, this is Bill Hewson saying GOOD NIGHT!
Kyle takes his leave of the ring finally, and the spotlight is solely, at last, focused on THE BEAST. The World champion raises the belt high with both hands on either side, emotional, victorious. What an ending to Hostile Hangover II weekend, ladies and gentlemen! We will see on October 23rd for "Mark Of The Beast!" Good night!