NAPW ACTION!12/15/2005STORM vs IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE Tempest and Immortal start in the ring, big man against big man. They lock up in a test of strength! Neither man wants to give in, but little by little, Immortal is turning the tide. And then Tempest with a kick to the abdomen! Immortal goes down to the canvas! Technique yells at the ref to do something, and Thunder's just clapping like his partner's cured cancer! Tempest picks the big man Immortal up, whips him to the ropes, and a big boot to the head! Immortal goes down, but not for too long. Tempest isn't going easy on him, though, pummelling Immortal with a series of axe handles. The crowd starts chanting "Immortal! Immortal!" And Immortal seems to be feeding off the crowd, rising to his feet slowly with chant after chant, axe handle after axe handle. Immortal grabs the big Tempest, and throws him at the turnbuckle in Immortal's corner. And Tempest hits that turnbuckle and falls to the mat! Immortal tags in Technique, who promptly jumps onto Tempest. But TEMPEST THROWS HIM OFF! Technique runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, DROPKICK onto Tempest! Tempest slow to his feet, and Technique keeps on with the attack, hitting the big man with everything he's got! But Tempest just grabs the Mexican lightweight by the throat, and lifts him up into the air! He's holding him by the throat with both hands, and Technique's turning blue, gasping for air! NAPW referee Dick Kiebiech starts the count for Tempest to let go. One! Two! Three! Four! Tempest FINALLY lets go by tossing the lighter man into Storm's corner. And Thunder tags in, making sure to capitalize on Technique's dazed state! He locks in a sleeper! But while Technique's groggy, he's aware that passing out would lose him the match! He's struggling for all he's worth to get out! He puts out his legs, dropping to the floor, and Thunder is there the entire time! Jaw Jammer! And Thunder spins around, not sure where he is! Technique runs at Thunder with a cross body! They both hit the mat, rolling around like two dogs in a fight! Tempest takes the opportunity to enter the ring, dropping an elbow onto Technique! Thunder gets up and both men start kicking the prone man! Immortal rushes into the ring, but is held back by NAPW referee Dick Kiebiech! The crowd is NOT liking this! Storm is beating the HELL out of Technique! Tempest goes back to his corner, so the ref can see the tag Storm is making. And Tempest applies a Camel Clutch! His submission finisher! Technique is fading! He's fading! But Immortal gets a crowd chant going! Technique! Technique! Tempest keeps on with the clutch, and shaking his head as it to silence the crowd! NAPW referee Dick Kiebiech takes Technique's hand! It drops! The ref takes the hand again! It drops a second time! One more, and Technique's out! The ref raises the Mexican's hand once more, and it's RAISED! Technique has pulled life from somewhere! He crawls and GETS THE ROPE! Tempest HAS to break the hold! Tempest is fuming! Tempest grabs the smaller man, but Technique is able to slip out of the big man's grasp and tags in the Immortal! Immortal jumps in, with rights and lefts up and down Tempest's chest! The two giants are pummelling each other! Tempest takes the throat of the Immortal and CHOKESLAM! But Immortal gets up! Immortal takes the throat of Tempest and CHOKESLAM! TEMPEST GETS UP! What is going on??? The two men stare at each other coldly and then...It's clobbering time! Immortal takes Tempest and THROWS him into the turnbuckle! Immortal goes to his corner, tags Technique and WHAT'S THIS? Technique is CLIMBING on the shoulders of the Immortal! And he launches himself off the giant to kick Tempest in the jaw! Tempest looks woozy, he's on one knee! Technique grabs Tempests head, runs to the ropes, KICKS OFF THE ROPS AND! AND! CROSSBONE! It's a cover! Thunder runs in the ring, but thinks twice when Immortal steps in front of the pinfall! One! Two! Three! Technique has won the match for his team! Technique and Immortal touch knuckles in the ring, celebrating a big tag team victory --- THE LIGHTS GO OUT. There's noise of commotion and the crowd wondering what's going on... The lights come back and we find both Technique and Immortal out cold and the Minstrel "hiding" behind the bent up chair! Suddenly he drops the chair and lifts his hands up to touch the cheeks of his mask. He takes out a mic as he looks over to Technique. "Oh my, what happened here?" Minstrel chuckles. "Oh, thats right, this imbecile tried to steal my titleshot from me. Can someone tell me what kind of federation lets a scrub steal a titleshot from the number one contender? The answer? A... Canadian one. Minstrel flicks Technique in the back of the head with his middle finger, laughing as he rises. "So on MNF, Ravager... Technique... They're sending in the clown and the joke's on you. Minstrel then drops the mic and does back flips to the ropes... he leans on them and falls out of the ring. A young fan reaches out for a handslap, and The Minstrel obliges shaking his hand. The kid gets a little shock from a buzzer that the Minstrel had in his hand, and then laughs uncontrollably at the child as the crowd boos!
The referee calls for the bell and Khaos and Apocalypse lock up in the center of the ring. Apocalypse drives a knee into the gut of Khaos and snapmares him to the mat. Khaos tries to pull himself off the mat but takes a swinging neckbreaker from Apocalypse. Apocalypse raises his arms up in premature victory as Khaos struggles to his feet. Apocalypse pulls Khaos up but takes a thumb to the eye that stuns him. Khaos whips Apocalypse into the ropes and drops him with a jumping calf kick. Apocalypse quickly tires to get back to his feet but is caught with a shinning wizard to the skull. Khaos goes for the pin, 1...2...Apocalypse kicks out! Khaos goes to the top rope and takes flight with an attempted cross body block, but he's caught in mid air and sent to the mat with a fallaway slam by Apocalypse. Apocalypse pulls a hurting Khaos off the mat and whips him into the ropes, nailing a side slam. Apocalypse goes for the cover, 1...2...Khaos rolls a shoulder and breaks the count! Apocalypse looks frustrated as he drags Khaos off the mat. Suddenly from nowhere Khaos rolls Apocalypse into a small cradle! 1...2...Apocalypse kicks out! Khaos hits the ropes and pops a rising Apocalypse with a spear! Without wasting a moment Khaos hits a modified "Doomsday" onto Apocalypse and goes for the pin, 1...2...3!
Both men are primed for a hardcore match, with Crusher wielding a steel chair and Nameless literally carrying a kitchen sink full of foreign objects. Mirage selects a length of steel chain, wraps some around his wrist, and the match is on. The referee wisely DUCKS as Mirage starts whipping the chain around his head in order to intimidate Crusher. Crusher's NOT intimidated, and with a deft bit of timing, throws his forearm up at the right time, causing the chain to wrap around it. Latched onto Mirage, he YANKS him into grappling distance, which sets him up for a CLOTHESLINE! Mirage gets up to his feet, another CLOTHESLINE! He picks himself up with the ropes, here comes Crusher--SPEAR--NO! Mirage side-steps, allowing Crusher's momentum to take him THROUGH the ropes... but Mirage is tied to Crusher, and comes along for the ride! BOTH men on the ringside mat, and Nameless is quick to capitalize, breaking a light tube over Crusher's skull. Mirage wisely unattaches himself from Crusher, but uses the chain to wrap around his throat. Crusher's being choked in a DEFINITELY ILLEGAL way, but the ref can't call DQs in a Hardcore match! Turning scarlet, Crusher is rising to his feet, even with his air flow cut-off--and now MIRAGE is jumping on Crusher's back! But the strong man STILL stands on his feet! The fans are chanting "LET'S go CRU-sher!"--THWACK! Nameless just nailed Crusher in the back of the knee with a lead pipe! We've seen THIS before! And Crusher goes DOWN, reminds tells Mirage falls don't count outside the ring, and after a little bit more choking, the Lord of Pain accepts these conditions and bundles Crusher back into the ring. Meanwhile, Nameless is tossing weapons into the ring--a shovel! A cookie sheet! "If They Only Knew" by Chyna! But Mirage is going for the pin NOW--ONE! TWO! THRAAATWOOOO!!!!!!! Crusher has somehow, someway KICKED out! Mirage snarls epithets a both Crusher AND Nameless, then picks up the rusty shovel from the mat. He's in position, stalking the strong man, who's desperately fighting to get to his feet, the crowd doing their best to warn him--CLANG! Down goes Crusher! And Mirage is laughing like a sick child, just laying Crusher out with shovel shots! Mirage prods Crusher with his foot, and seeing no reaction, he sits him up! Bending to get in Crusher's face, he starts trash-talking him, telling him NOBODY beats Mirage and that the TV Title is HIS--Crusher gets his arm around Mirage's neck! DDT! DESPERATION DDT just took Mirage OFF HIS FEET and ONTO THE MAT! The crowd LOVES it and cheers Crusher back onto his feet! Still a little shaky, Crusher stands Mirage up and Irish Whips him to the rope, scooping him up on the return and falling back--SAMOAN DROP! ON THE COOKIE SHEET! Wasting no time, he grabs Mirage by the shoulders and HOISTS him up to standing... hooks onto him and lifts UP, then DOWN for a Jackhammer--ON TOP OF CHYNA'S BOOK! Crusher roars, then mimes holding an opponent on his shoulder--he's got UNFINISHED business, the Stalling Vertical Suplex! Crusher's picking up Mirage again, and gets ready to lift him--but The Nameless One is BEHIND him, and he's got Crusher's chair! Nameless charges--Crusher ducks! He must have been COUNTING on it! CRACK! DOWN goes Mirage, and Nameless is stunned, dropping the chair--he might have just cost his master the match! Crusher's off the ropes--SPEAR! SPEAR knocking Nameless out of the ring! Crusher picks up Mirage one final time--DDT! ON THE CHAIR! Crusher hooks the leg, ONE! TWO! THREE! Crusher gets his revenge AND advances in the TV tournament in one fell swoop! While Crusher's climbing the turnbuckles for the crowd, Nameless guiltily drags his master out to ringside. He's got Mirage on his feet, but shaky... it looks like Mirage is going to be all right--SLAP! Crusher's celebration is CUT as everybody in the arena just witnessed Mirage slap the taste out of Nameless' mouth! What's going ON here? Mirage is FURIOUS at Nameless for "costing" him the match! SLAP!! Another whack to the face, and Nameless DOESN'T seem pleased about it! Mirage is just as irate, and now he's PUSHING Nameless to his knees, DEMANDING he kiss his BOOTS for being such an unloyal student! The crowd's yelling "MIR! AGE! SUCKS!" over and over... will the Namless One do it? AAAUGHHH! LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW on Mirage! Mirage is stunned, in more ways than one, and Nameless is FURIOUS! He scoops his "master" up, then powerbombs him into the nearest possible object--here being the timekeeper's table. CRUNCH! Mirage went through the table like a RAG DOLL. Nameless has a MIC. "Mirage, you now see you made the biggest mistake of your life. You decided to take me to ringside instead of Kar. You tried to push me around, humiliate me again and again. Well... You chose to have me END your career rather than keep it. See what I am saying, Mirage? You made this happen! You thought you could make me another mindless drone...but, as I learned more about myself I realized the truth. The same truth you just realized, and the same truth the NAPW will soon realize! I! Am! A PREDATOR!" And with a smile on his face, Nameless One --- or is it THE PREDATOR --- storms out of the arena to a wild round of applause!
D-X are out first, accompanied by Coach Jago. The go to pose in the ring, but look unhappy that they don't have the NAPW tag team gold to show off this week. Next out are Static and "The Nexus One" Rex Calibur, being accompanied by "The Mayor" Bill Fleming. Rex has a big group of his "Freaks of Nature" who are giving him a huge ovation, and it seems to startle Static a bit, like he's not sure how to react to cheers. The teams face off in the ring, D-X has a good laugh at them. Rex and Static exchange a glance, then dropkick D-X out of the ring. The Beast climbs back in as the bell rings, and he and Static are starting things off. Static tries for the offensive, but is quickly shut down with a BIG BOOT from the Beast. The Beast drops on the prone Hardcore Luchadore with an elbow, then picks him up and signals for a CHOKESLAM! Up goes Static...WAIT, TORNADO DDT! The Beast is PLANTED in the ring, then CRASHES to the mat. Static with a smooth tag to Rex Calibur. These two seem to be in concert even after only a few matches together. The Nexus One quickly picks up the offensive, working The Beasts legs, trying to cut the larger man down to size, then slides The Beast into a devastating Texas Cloverleaf! The Beast is in EXQUISITE pain, but powers to the rope... Rex holds on! Stylin' Kyle comes over the ropes to break off Rex, and Static flies into the ring to intercept! Wait... Senior Referee Dick Kiebiech only saw Static! He stops Static, and while they're arguing, Kyle NAILS The Nexus One with a boot to the head, then drops a knee right on Calibur's groin! The Beast beats a hasty retreat, and Stylin' Kyle claps his hands loudly. Blind tag. Static vacates in a huff, and the referee turns back to the action. Stylin' Kyle waits for Calibur to get to his feet, then scoops him up and MOOSE JAW DRIVER! Rex Calibur is in serious pain, by Roberts doesn't wait for him. He grabs The Nexus One by the legs and pulls him up into... what does he call it now? The Beartamer? Oy. Beartamer locked in... no... what's this!? Calibur grabbing at Kyle's legs, he REVERSES it into... A BEARTAMER! Using Stylin' Kyle's own move against him! Kyle wigs out on the mat, scrambling towards the ropesBIG BOOT! The Beast practically takes off Calibur's head, and Kiebiech angrily sends the Beast back to his own corner. Stylin' Kyle regains his footing and picks up the stunned Rex Calibur, powerslam from the larger Roberts, and the pin! One... Two...STATIC! The Luchadore comes off the top rope with a splash, and takes everyone out! Roberts is out! Calibur is out! Static picks up Calibur and whips him into their corner, then slides back through the ropes and tags him! The ref rules it legal, and Static crashes the ring! Enziguri to Kyle Roberts, sends the former champ to the canvas, and STANDING MOONSAULT. Pin! One... JUST ONE. Roberts powers out, knocking off Static and rising to his feet. The two circle... too long... Kyle smiles and makes the tag. In comes the Beast. Static and the Beast rush one another, shoulder block from the Beast knocks the smaller man down. And now the Beast is just stomping on him! He then picks up Static, Irish Whip into a neutral corner, and charges! BIG SPLASH in the corner, and The Beast hops up on the turnbuckle behind Static! Could it BE!? YES! THE HANGED MAN! Static writhes and flails, but Rex has his back! He comes up from ringside and jumps up onto the Beast's back applying a sleeper! The Beast has Static, Rex has the Beast! Stylin' Kyle now into it! Hammering at Rex' back from the apron! The Beast lets go of Static who crashes to the ring, takes hold of Rex and SENTON SPLASH! The Beast DRIVES Rex Calibur into Static, rolls Rex off, and pins! One! TWO! THREE! It's OVER...WAIT! Static's foot is up on the ROPE! The Mayor at ringside, proudly pointing it out! Coach Jago blowing his whistle angrily and Stylin' Kyle shouts at the Kiebiech that Fleming put it there! Turn about, it seems, is fair play! The match continues! The Beast angrily tags in Kyle while Rex slides out of the ring. Static is looking pretty bad in the ring right now, but Kyle isn't letting him make it to his corner. He plants Static in the ring with a brainbuster, this could be it! LIONSAULT! KNEES! Somehow! Static is still in the game! He rises, shakily...ASAI MOONSAULT! Stylin' Kyle's own arsenal, turned against him again! The pin! Where's the ref!? Coach Jago is up on the ring apron, waving his clipboard in Kiebiech's face! The Beast rushes the ring while the ref is distracted! REX CALIBUR meets him halfway with a running STO! The Beast goes crashing to the mat, The Nexus One grabs him by the shirt and sends the larger man SLIDING OUT OF THE RING! Beast crashes into the floor, and Rex is right behind him with a plancha over the top rope! The crowd is on its feet! Stylin' Kyle up... EYE RAKE! He looks at the crowd with a sneer, and taps his head, shouting "I'm smarter than you!" Coach Jago is still tying up Kiebiech, making like he's going to get into the ring! Static is rubbing his eyes! Kyle comes up from behindOHMYGODSTEELCHAIR! Fleming slid it into Static's waiting hand, and the Hardcore Luchadore NAILS Kyle right in his smug kisser! Static loses the chair as the ref turns around to the sounds of commotion! PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! RING THE DAMN BELL!
Static, Rex Calibur and a proud looking Fleming all slowly back up the ramp
to a chorus of cheers. The Beast stares at them, incredulous, in the ring!
Like the trio just grew a set of new heads! Stylin' Kyle rises in a stupor,
taps his head and shouts "Smarter..." then promptly Flair Flops. A worried
looking Coach Jago turns him over and starts blowing his whistle in Kyle's
face to rouse him as Action! Goes off the air!
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