***DVD EXCLUSIVE***
Outside the Ogden Legion, minutes before showtime. Jake Phoenix is on his way into the building, looking slightly pissed for some reason or another. A group of fans smoking by the entrance move to give him some room, but aren't smart enough to stay quiet.
FAN: Hey Phoenix, win a match lately?
Phoenix simply smirks. These guys aren't worth his time.
VOICE: Phoenix...
The voice makes Phoenix stop for a second. It's familar enough. He turns around...
And gets a face full of spray from a fire extinguisher. Into the screen bursts Ravager, who lays into Phoenix with a series of lefts and rights. Phoenix gets his eyes clear and shoots back with punches of his own. The noise attracts security, who try to get the two men apart. About six security guards manage to get between the two men. Officials are there to order them inside. Phoenix seems to obey, but turns and manages to get a cheap shot on Ravager before he goes inside. Ravager pushes his way through the crowd and follows. The security and Officials pursue. The door slams behind them all.
The fans are still taking their seats, popcorn and beverages in hand, when suddenly two bodies explode out of the entry way! One a giant, one smaller but violent...
Jake Phoenix.
Ravager.
Both men still in street clothes are throwing fists! Security trails them but don't want to get in the middle of this war...The big Phoenix rocks Ravager, sending him down the aisle. Phoenix wipes what looks like fire retardent foam out of his eyes and then tries to whip Ravager into the ring, reversed! Phoenix slams backfirst into the edge of the apron and Ravager reaches over the railing for a steel chair! He snaps it into place and charges, Phoenix boots the chair back into Ravager's face. Jake with an ugly grin, grabs Ravager and gorilla presses him high above his head THROAT-FIRST ON THE GUARD RAIL! Holy hell!
The fans are scrambling to catch this as Jake Phoenix rolls Ravager into the ring. Ravager is coughing, trying to get up as Phoenix gets in. Throws some soupbones on Ravager, who covers up... Phoenix stops and tells the crowd where to go, then comes in with a running lariat. Boot to the face! Phoenix stumbles, charges again, another boot, Ravager rebounds off the opposite ropes and hits a LARIATOOOOO on the big man... that knocks him down! Hot damn! Referee John Sharplin has hit the ring, trying to get these men to stop, but Ravager ignores him and straddles Phoenix, punching him in the head with measured shots. Sharplin shrugs, says "screw it" and calls for the bell! We have an official match!
Ravager gets off Phoenix, then pulls a roll of athletic tape out of his pants pocket. He unravels it and begins to choke Phoenix out with it. This feud has gotten ugly so fast. Sharplin admonishes Ravager, counting the five... Ravager barely breaks, he doesn't care. He stomps Phoenix in the head again. Size difference notwithstanding, Ravager is just possessed. Phoenix is getting up, taking sick shots to the head from Ravager's boots. Ravager throws a european uppercut into Phoenix, another one, then starts chopping away. He tries to irish whip the big man to the ropes, no dice. Phoenix plants his feet and doesn't go anywhere. Ravager chops his chest hard, tries again, Phoenix goes this time, but reverses it quickly. Big boot, Ravager ducks, off the ropes with a lariat ---
CAUGHT.
CHOKESLAM!!!
One, two, Ravager gets a shoulder up!
Phoenix tells the referee to "Fuckin' count proper!" Into the corner, Phoenix gets the size 16 boot into Ravager's throat. One, two, three, four, five... Phoenix doesn't break. Sharplin threatens the DQ immediately, so Phoenix pulls his boot off the throat. Well, for a second. He tosses Ravager unceremoniously back into the center of the ring and rips Ravager's button-down shirt off. He starts choking the man out with it. Sharplin telling him to knock it off. Phoenix has had enough of the referee ruining his fun --- and he punches Sharplin in the damn face! Holy!
Sharplin is down, but conscious and he rings for the bell. This match is being thrown out, how can you hope to control it. Here comes security and some wrestlers like The Moose and Chris Kamikaze to try to contain them. Four guys holding Ravager in one corner, more holding Phoenix in another corner! They seem to have it settled PHOENIX! Across the ring smashes Ravager, the crowd try to hold him back!
Phoenix is being pinned, he just grins sickly...
Ravager is in the other corner, being held by Moose and some officials...
WHAM! Ravager starts laying waste to them! He charges across the ring and DIVES INTO PHOENIX! RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT HANDS! A couple guys pull Ravager off, but Phoenix wants him bad! Nails one guy, boot, punch, Chris Kamikaze gets his head taken off! Ravager tosses his would-be subduers away and gets nailed by a Phoenix big boot! Now, it's time for the Tombstone --- Ravager slips out the back and shoves Phoenix forward into the ropes. Jake turns around, Ravager clotheslines him. Another. And a third sends Phoenix spilling backwards over the top rope to the floor! Phoenix regains his feet SUICIDE DIVE RAVAGER! SMASHING JAKE INTO THE FANS! Ravager grabs a steel chair and hucks it at Phoenix, going after the man. Phoenix and Ravager brawling into the crowd, this is unbelievable! The crowd is going batshit insane, security have picked themselves up as best they can and are heading into the crowd to follow... the pursuit is on! Ravager and Phoenix fighting all around the Ogden Legion, who's going to stop them?
JACK JONES: And that's why Poo-Bear likes his honey.
BILL HEWSON: God you're sick.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is a tag-team tables elimination match! Introducing fist, at a combined weight of six-hundred pounds, Yukon Gold and "North Star" Randy London, they are the Northwest Express!
"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blares over the PA system as Northwest Express makes their way out to a ring surrounded by pre-setup tables. The fans give the team a mild ovation as they slide in and point to the tables.
FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three-hundred and eighty-five pounds, they are team of REBEL Carolinas Champion Link Van Haggard and Odyssey Baldwin, they are Coast 2 Coast!
The crowd boos as "You Know You're Right" by Nirvana blasts. Link Van Haggard, strapped with the REBEL Carolinas Championship around his waist comes out first lugging a table longer than he is, and not soon after is followed by Baldwin.
JACK JONES: These people should have more respect; after all, he's a freaking Baldwin!
BILL HEWSON: And what does that have to do with anything?
JACK JONES: Listen Algernon, it's a written law that if your last name is Baldwin then you are automatically famous.
BILL HEWSON: Right. All four competitors are in the ring, Link left that extra table outside, if there weren't enough out here already, and is handing the referee his belt for safe keeping. There's the bell, and this match is officially underway.
Yukon Gold, the big man in the match, shows his aggressiveness by instantly dashing at Link Van Haggard who ducks his clothesline attempt. Baldwin nails the distracted London with a running drop kick, spilling him over the top rope and onto the floor. Link ducks another clothesline attempt, and before Gold realizes it, he's got Coast 2 Coast members on both sides of him. He looks back and forth, waiting for one of them to make a move, and it's Odyssey who runs in first, hitting a low drop kick to the shin of Gold, sending the big man down to one knee. Link follows up with a swift knee to the face, sending Gold to the mat. Both Coast 2 Coast members begin immediately laying the boots to the down NWX member, Yukon Gold.
Randy London slides back in the ring, and is instantly confronted by Odyssey Baldwin in a fist fight. The two go back and forth until London gets the upper hand, knocking Baldwin down with a well placed punch to the jaw. Link springboards himself off the ropes, going for the KENTA Knee, but no! Randy saved his downed partner by nailing Link mid-air with a HUGE flipping drop kick! Both Randy and Odyssey are up, exchanging punches once again, Randy again getting the upper hand, he has Baldwin by the ropes, and a short armed lariat sends both men spilling to the outside. Link, gets to both knees when a sudden flash of fear waves over him as he sees Yukon Gold on both feet, looking very... angry.
JACK JONES: RUN LINK! RUN!
Link jumps to his feet and tries to take off, but Yukon grabs him by the back of his jeans, stopping him from going anywhere. Yukon Gold snatches the small Link Van Haggard up and tosses him back, but Link backflips and lands on his feet! Haggard ducks a slow punch from Yukon, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a running enziguri! The big man stumbles a bit, attempting to keep his balance, but Link shoots his leg out from underneath him, sending Gold to the mat. Link immediately shoots out the ring, snatching up the unfolded table he brought down at the start of the match and slides it into the ring.
BILL HEWSON: Link isn't wasting any time, he knows the longer this match goes on with a goliath like Yukon, the worse his chances are of Coast 2 Coast walking out as winners.
JACK JONES: All this while Randy and Odyssey are duking it out on the outside! Hey London, watch the face! It's worth more than your life!
Link props the table up in the corner, turns and gets a tremendous big boot for all this troubles! Yukon rips the table from the corner, and sets it up dead center in the middle of the ring. Yukon doesn't let Link even get to his feet as he lifts him up by a fist full of hair and grabs him by the throat, facing away from the table.
BILL HEWSON: I think he's going to give him the Gold Rush through that table!
Yukon lifts Link up high in the air by his throat, spins him around, and Link kicks him dead in the face, slips down locking on a font headlock and DDT'ing Yukon Gold through the table!
BILL HEWSON: Link just gave Yukon Gold the biggest DDT I have ever seen, and it was right through a table!
Both Odyssey Baldwin and Randy London stop brawling on the outside and slide in simultaneously to figure out what had just happened. They argue with the referee about who went through the first as both Yukon and Link lay in the broken pile of what used to be a table.
BILL HEWSON: It looks like there is some confusion here. I saw with my own eyes that Yukon was DDT'ed through the table by Link, but for that to happen, they both would have had to have gone through the table simutaneously.
JACK JONES: Well the referee is in there for a reason, he needs to make a damn call.
The referee walks passed both men bickering over which one of their partners went through first, and shouts something to Warburton on the outside.
FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of both men going through the table at the same time, the referee has ruled that neither men have been eliminated, and the match continues.
London and Baldwin looked shocked, but the look only lasts a second as Odyssey Baldwin leaps up on the shoulders of the distracted London and gives him a fierce huracanrana. Baldwin wastes no time, and leaps on the top turnbuckle--
BILL HEWSON: The Californication!
JACK JONES: YES! I LOVE FORNICATING!
BILL HEWSON: No! London moved out of the way!
Odyssey lands on the mat, hard, after missing his attempt at a 450 splash. Randy gets back up and pulls the stirring Link Van Haggard off of his partner Yukon and to his feet. He whips Link out of the ring, and quickly follows behind, placing Link's body on one of the several tables setup on the outside. Randy nails a couple of well placed punches to keep Link in place, then slides in the ring, bounces off the opposite ropes, and SUICIDE SENTON!
BILL HEWSON: OH-MY-GOD!
JACK JONES: LINK'S OFF THE TABLE! LINK'S OFF THE TABLE!
Randy's body comes crashing through the table where Link's body was supposed to be. Link pulls himself up, leaning against the apron with a smile as the referee calls for the bell.
FRANK WARBURTON: Randy London has been eliminated!
Yukon begins crawling to his feet, with a crimson mask, and splinters of wood sticking in his face. Link slides in the ring and helps Odyssey to his feet, both Coast 2 Coast members regrouping with only Yukon Gold left. Yukon gets steady on both feet, and sees both of his opponents across the ring from him. He charges for a double clothesline, but they both duck and nail Yukon in the back of the head with a double rolling heel kick. Yukon would have fallen flat on his face if the turnbuckle wasn't there to keep him up. Link runs to the opposite corner, Odyssey crouches down facing Link with his hands cupped.
BILL HEWSON: What the hell are they doing?
Link charges, places his boot in Odyssey's hands, and Odyssey launches Link in the air like a guided missile right onto the back of Yukon Gold in what could only be described as the ultimate corner body splash. Yukon stumbles back, and THUMP! Falls flat on his back. Link springboards off the ropes and hits the KENTA knee right to the face of the big man. Odyssey slides out of the ring and flattens a table, and pushes that table in the ring where Link immediately starts setting it up in the center. When the table is set both Coast 2 Coast member lay the boots to the fallen NWX member until satisfied, and then slowly begin lugging the big man to his feet. They roll Yukon on the table, which barely supports his weight, and both jump to the top of opposite turnbuckles. Link and Odyssey point to each other, and then leap at the same time. Baldwin hits his elbow drop, the Baldwinizer, and Link nails the Bullet the Blue Sky simultaneously, sending Yukon Gold, for the second time tonight, through a table. The referee calls for the bell once the debris stops flying.
FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, Link Van Haggard and Odyssey Baldwin, COAST 2 COAST!
BILL HEWSON: Coast 2 Coast just took the Northwest Express to the cleaners.
JACK JONES: In this case, I'd say the carpenters.
BILL HEWSON: That's a terrible joke.
Randy London crawls in the ring to check on his partner as the referee raises the hands of both Coast 2 Coast members. Suddenly Odyssey Baldwin is on Randy London, berating him with several kicks and punches. Link rolls out of the ring and starts collapsing a table.
BILL HEWSON: What are they doing? The match is over!
Odyssey picks Randy up, and drops him right back down with the Money Shot, his own Chicken Wing Facebuster. He kicks the chunks of table from his path and begins rolling Yukon Gold out of the ring. Gold hits the outside with a THUD. Odyssey rolls out behind him, as he and Link both begin lugging the man to his feet and rolling him onto one of the prestaged tables. Link and Baldwin grab the table that Link collapsed and set it up on TOP of Gold and the other table.
BILL HEWSON: What the hell is this?
JACK JONES: These men are visionaries Hewson, VISIONARIES!
Once the table is in place, they both enter the ring and they get London to his feet. Odyssey holds him up as Link positions himself on the apron, the Odyssey hands off the barely-able-to-stand Randy London to Link. Haggard locks London in a front facelock, throws London's arm over his back, and lifts...
BILL HEWSON: Oh dear God no...
JACK JONES: SUUUUUUUPPLLLEEXXXX THROUGH BOTH TABLES AND YUKON GOLD!
The crowd is stunned, as Northwest Express could be really hurt. Odyssey rolls out of the ring and helps his partner up, and with a Hollywood smile, makes his way to the back with his partner propped up against him.
BILL HEWSON: Someone get some help out here immediately! Look at the carnage! Both men and both tables are utterly broken.
JACK JONES: Something tells me we won't be seeing the Northwest Express for a long time.
BILL HEWSON: As sad as it is, you may be right Jack Attack.
EMT's and trainers rush to ringside, clearing the debris and attending the fallen members of the Northwest Express. Things don't look good for either of them.
Just as Frank Warbuton is about to introduce the next match, he is interrupted by Kid Rock's "Cocky." "The Show" Chad Kurtis starts to make his way down the aisle to a mixed reaction by the crowd, with slightly more boos then usual. Chad, unfazed by the crowd reaction, continues his strut to the ring with the Rebel World Championship around his waist...
BILL HEWSON: What is he doing here. He isn't even scheduled to appear tonight?
JACK JONES: I don't know what he is doing here, but by the look in his eyes he has a purpose, and after what he pulled off down in the Carolina it may be best just to let him speak his mind.
"The Show" gets to the ring and flips over the ropes then takes a microphone out of his back pocket, and places the Rebel World Championship on his right shoulder...
"THE SHOW": You see that the reason I am out here tonight. I am out here to discuss the way the powers none other then Terry Brandon and "Wahoo" Winchell run things around here.
"The Show" stops talking for a moment as he walks closer to the ring ropes staring towards the lockerrom. He gets a cocky smile on his face as he pats the Rebel World Championship...
"THE SHOW": You maybe wondering what the hell I am talking about, well let me explain it to you in simple terms so you can understand. Lately it seems that everyone short of Joey Malone has got a shot at the Heritage title here in NAPW. Wait a damn minute... a couple weeks ago Joey Malone did get a shot! Everybody gets a shot at the Heritage Title... except for "The Show" Chad Kurtis. I just don't get that.
Chad pauses, the crowd restless, wondering where he's going. They've never heard Chad sound so arrogant and pissed.
"THE SHOW": I dare anyone to give me one good reason why "The Show" shouldn't have gotten a shot at the Heritage title by now. Just look at my credentials, a two time All-American wrestler at Duke University, a three-time world champion back in FCW, the last NAPW Television champion, a two-time Carolina Champion back in Rebel, a two-time Tagteam champion here in NAPW, and the current Rebel World heavyweight champion, and how do I get treated by Brandon and Winchell like some midcarder rookie. Well, no more. From now on I am in charge of my own destiny. No more of "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs. the mall Santa Claus, from now on it's main event time for "The True PTPer"!
JACK JONES: The man's got a point, Hewson!
BILL HEWSON: He does, but I don't know if I like his attitude...
"THE SHOW": C'mon, Terry Brandon, explain to me what you been passing me over. Never mind that bullshit, I am out here tonight to but the locker room on notice especially Dez Carter, Prince Darko, and anyone else that is a contender for the Heritage title. Which I guess at this point includes Joey Malone and the local paperboy. You are all on notice "The Innovator of Offence", "The Last Action Hero", "The True PTPer", "The Show" Chad Kurtis is coming for you!
"The Show" Chad Kurtis drops his mic by his feet and looks down the entrance ramp as the commissioner, Terry Brandon makes his way ringside.
BILL HEWSON: Things maybe picking up a little bite with the commish on his way.
JACK JONES: I think I would rather continue listen to "The Last 'Action' Hero explain his conspiracy theory.
"The Show" seems unfazed by the appearance of the commish as he is waving him to the ring even holding the ropes open for his entrance...
TERRY BRANDON: First of all --- first of all! --- I'd just like to say one thing, and that is to you Chad Kurtis, and that is congratulations on becoming the REBEL World Heavyweight champion! That is one hell of an accomplishment! What do you say folks, the REBEL World Heavyweight champion is right here tonight!
The crowd applauds as Chad looks on, patting the belt. He knows he's good. Brandon claps for him as well.
TERRY BRANDON: Now I heard what you had to say just a few minutes ago, and you know, you damn sure are a decorated superstar. Between REBEL and NAPW you've had six different title reigns! Two-time NAPW tag team champion! Two-time Carolinas Champion! The LAST NAPW Television Champion... and the current REBEL World Heavyweight champion. And I admit, I say, that is a damn impressive resume. But it seems that for all the titles you've held, even the most prestigious one right on your shoulder now... you seem to have some sort of idea that the Heritage title is yours. Now maybe I'm just a crazy old fart, but over the last few months I recall you and your brother Matt tearing up the tag team ranks here in NAPW. This whole thing about how you "deserve" a Heritage title shot is new to me!
"THE SHOW": The only reason it would be new to you, Brandon, is because you must be getting forgetful in your old age! Way back in the springtime I was the last TV Champion, until it was unified with the Provincial Title! And since then I've gotten what, one shot?
TERRY BRANDON: Well first of all, I wasn't in charge until a few months ago, and second of all, what are you complaining about? You make your own opportunities, if you didn't get those title shots, maybe you didn't EARN them.
Ooh. Chad's smirk disappears. There is tension in the ring between the commissioner and the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion.
TERRY BRANDON: And as much as I respect the REBEL World title, as much as I give you respect for winning it --- however the hell you did it --- being the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion does NOT affect the NAPW rankings!
"THE SHOW": Now you listen up Brandon! Ever since the unification match, all I've thought about --- all I've dreamed about --- is one day regaining my TV title, a title which is part of the Heritage title now! I was screwed out of the belt then and screwed in my rematch and then I was forgotten about! Now being tag team champions with my brother is awesome, but even as we held NAPW tag team GOLD, I still dreamed about the Heritage title being around MY waist like it should be! So Brandon I'm giving you an ultimatum, right now, and that is to give me a Heritage title shot like I deserve... or you prove to me and all these fans and all the wrestlers in the back that you're not capable of doing your job!
The commissioner looks at Chad appraisingly. The crowd is increasingly unsure of this new "Show", some booing, many just wondering what the hell is going on in his mind.
TERRY BRANDON: Well you know what, Chad, I like to do the right thing by people. And you do have a damn fine resume, you've been winning lots recently here in NAPW in some big matches... but here in NAPW, we EARN our title shots, we don't skip in and beat a man when he's already laying in the gutter! So I'll give you the opportunity for a Heritage title shot, because you've shown you can be a champion, because you ARE a champion, but what it's going to be --- is that next week at Stand Your Ground --- it will be "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS against ANOTHER man who has been picking up wins and bringing the house down with every match he has, for a Heritage Title shot at BLACK THURSDAY III! NEXT WEEK in Edmonton, you want a title shot? You can get it if you can beat, one-on-one, none of your Bluegrass Mafia goombas at ringside...
DEZ CARTER!!!
THE CROWD POPS HUGE! A "DEZ, DEZ, DEZ" chant breaks out! Chad's face displays mixed reactions, but finally he grabs the mic from Brandon.
"THE SHOW": You want to put another obstacle in the way of "The Show?" I can see that I'll never get the damn respect I deserve in this company until I take it. I'm the REBEL World Champion, Brandon! And next week, Dez Carter is just a bump in the road to my crowning as the greatest Heritage Champion of all time!
"Cocky" kicks back up as The Show hits the corners to another mixed reaction, but he seems less loved than before... he holds the REBEL world title up high as Brandon takes his leave. What a turn of events this is!
JACK JONES: And she never walked again.
BILL HEWSON: That's...really sad, Jack.
JACK JONES: What, you think I'm just here for your amusement? Like a wacky clown or something? To throw off one-liners for you?
BILL HEWSON: I...uh...Frank? You want to do something, buddy?
FRANK WARBURTON: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall, and it is being fought under SUPERSTAR RULES! Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. Making his first official appearance in an NAPW ring in over a year...STEIN!
System of a Down kicks in with "Science" and the single most recognizable wrestler in the NAPW comes out from behind the curtain. The crowd gives him a great reception, both those who remember his glory days and those who are eagerly anticipating him for the first time. Stein, wearing the tattered remains of a Delivery Men uniform, lurches slowly but determinedly down to the ring. He stomps deliberately up the stairs, and somehow manages to get through the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring, looking out at the crowd with his head cocked and a strange look of contentment on his face.
BILL HEWSON: These fans are excited to see Stein return to the NAPW ring, and frankly so am I.
JACK JONES: I'm not. He ruined one of my suits after that "Ketchup Casket" match...
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds. He is the architect of Superstar Rules and the walking, talking STD..."SUPERSTAR" TOMMY DEATHROW!
"WE FALL, WE FALL!" The crowd a-splodes and all eyes turn back to the curtain, but there's no sign of Tommy. The crowd starts stomping their feet, but he still doesn't come down the aisle. Finally we hear a cry out from the audience: "For (BLEEP)'S sake let me finish my DAMN BEER!" A man in the front row wearing a hooded sweatshirt flips his hood back and puts his feet up on the guardrail. Oh yes. It's Tommy. He's grinning like a wildman as the fans around him start slapping him on the shoulders and elbowing him. Tommy stands up, pours the entire contents of a bottle of beer down his gullet, then climbs over the barricade, tossing the empty bottle behind him.
BILL HEWSON: Oh my god, he just threw a glass bottle into the crowd! That's incredibly dangerous!
JACK JONES: Don't worry about it, Hewson. Deathrow fans will risk broken teeth and cut faces to own a piece of the superstar, Hewson. I should know; I have a very profitable side business selling barb-wire-wrapped bottles of Budweiser.
Tommy slides into the ring and comes face to face with Stein. Well, chest to face. Tommy's got half a foot and seventy pounds on the tiny albino. Stein doesn't budge an inch, though, just stares right back at Tommy. Tommy grins a crazy grin, and then steps back a few feet to give Stein his space. Stein nods at Tommy, and gets down on all fours in the traditional wrestling stance. Tommy backs up a little, holding up his hands, and saying, "Whoah brother, you know I (BLEEP)' love you but I ain't gonna (BLEEP)' love you!" Stein is confused and looks at referee John Sharplin questioningly, but he just shruts. Stein then stands up and then extends his hand for a handshake. Tommy clasps it heartily, the bell rings, and Tommy lets go with a BRUTAL fist to the face!
...and Stein just stands there. Looking blank. Tommy winds up again, but Stein blocks his punch and nails Tommy with a solid throat chop that knocks him on his ASS. He stumbles backwards towards the ropes, and Stein walks towards him jerkily as Sir Deathrow gets to his feet. He nails Tommy with a Mongolian Chop, and Tommy bounces on the ropes but not quite over. Stein grabs him by the shoulders, trying to pull him up and away from the ropes; he can't get a whole lot of leverage on Tommy from this angle but he's definitely lifting him up...until Tommy smashes his face into Stein's! Stein is stunned but doesn't drop Tommy, so Tommy shouts right in his face and does it again. Stein loosens his grip, and Tommy lands on his feet and HURLS Stein out and over the ropes! Tommy grins at the fans, and then follows him over into a top rope plancha, with extra sloppiness! The two men are a tangle of limbs by the ring steps, but Sharplin doesn't start the count-out. Superstar Rules, baby!
Deathrow gets to his feet and hauls Stein up; he gets in a few chops and then picks the smaller man up--FALCON ARROW ON THE CONCRETE! Stein's not even moving now, and Tommy wiggles his ass for a cute girl in the front row. He turns around to her and asks if she'd like to be a member of Deathrow's Anonymous, but her eyes widen and she screams. "(BLEEP) you then, bitch!" Tommy turns around TO GET A CHAIR IN THE FACE FROM STEIN! Tommy's knees wobble, and he stumbles to the barricade: Stein grabs him and choke tosses him across the aisle and into the ring apron! What incredible strength from the slight frame of Stein! Stein stumbles back towards Tommy, arms outstretched, but Tommy pops Stein in the face with an elbow, then then turns him around and kicks him in the gut. Stein lurches forward but Deathrow fires off with a big uppercut, sending his opponent collapsing back towards the ring apron!
JACK JONES: Stein's getting the stuffing beaten out of him in this match! He's just too slow for the Superstar!
BILL HEWSON: That may be true, Hewson, but Stein can take a lot of damage and give it right back.
Deathrow throws Stein back into the ring and crawls underneath the ring apron. He digs around underneath for a minute and comes out with a bottle of Bud and a baseball bat. He slides into the ring facing Stein; then he chugs the beer and then throws it up in the air, winding up to swing at the bottle! Sharplin DIVES out of the way as the bottle shatters and both Stein and Deathrow are showered with beer foam and broken glass!
JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!
BILL HEWSON: Tommy Deathrow is willing to put ANYONE'S body on the line to win this match!
Stein stands up, not paying much attention to the beer dripping from his hair or the tiny cuts on his face and hands. Deathrow drops the bat and rushes Stein, but Stein grabs him--FLAPJACK! Tommy Deathrow is flat out in the middle of the ring, and Stein...puts his hand to his ear? He lurches to the other side of the ring and puts his hand to his ear again! The crowd LOVES it! Steinamania's going to run wild here in Calgary, Alberta! He falls back against the rope and does the most ungraceful Atomic Leg Drop you've ever seen! He goes for the pin, but he's moving awfully slow; Sharplin gets to one and Tommy kicks out. Stein gets up and lets Tommy get to his feet; Tommy locks up with Stein and the two men struggle, STD with the height and weight advantage but Stein with his near-inhuman strength. Stein gets the advantage, and locks in a cobra clutch! Tommy is being Smothered in Ketchup! Deathrow's in trouble but he's not giving up; he struggles against the small man's grip and manages to stumble forward a step...and then another...Stein firmly keeping the hold but unable to stop Deathrow from moving forward. Deathrow pulls one more time and gets one more step forward...up to the turnbuckle! Stein tries pulling back desperately, Deathrow tries to climb up the turnbuckle, his eyes fading. Stein hauls back again, and Deathrow pushes off the turnbuckle, and Stein falls to the ground, with Deathrow on top of him! Crushed under two hundred and fifty pounds of dirty, sexy man, and falling on broken glass, Stein is OUT of it! Deathrow makes the cover, one, two, th--Stein kicks out!
Both men get to their feet, Stein walks towards Deathrow, toekick from Deathrow--time for the Deathrow Driver!! Tommy picks Stein up, it's all over--wait! Stein puts his hands down on the canvas! Tommy pushes and pushes but Stein's too strong! Then, he wraps his ankles around Tommy's head...
And pulls. Slowly. Ankles like a vise grip around STD's neck. Pulls Tommy down and forward. Deathrow struggles and struggles until --- unbelievably, awkwardly, the rules of wrestling physics apply to Tommy Deathrow and sharply, suddenly, Stein flips STD over.
BILL HEWSON: Was that a hurricanrana?
JACK JONES: No! It's the FrankenSTEINer!
Stein is sitting on STD's chest and grabs his legs Sharplin counts, one, two, THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...STEIN!
The crowd erupts with cheers as Sharplin raises Stein's hand over his head; Stein looks pleased...well, as pleased as Stein can look. Tommy gets to his feet and heads for the ropes, but looks back one more time at Stein. The pale man sticks out his hand again and Tommy stops. Then, he walks very slowly up to Stein, a frown on his face...which melts into a smile and he gives him a shake. The crowd goes nuts, and Tommy slips out of the ring and grabs two more beers. He offers one to his opponent but Stein shakes his head. Tommy shrugs and is about to put the beer down, but someone calls out from the crowd. The men both look out, and someone flings a bottle at the ring. A bottle of ketchup. Stein catches it awkwardly and Tommy raises his bottles of beer. The two men toast each other, and Tommy pours both bottles into his mouth, and Stein takes a swig of ketchup as the NAPW fans scream "CHEERS!"
JACK JONES: ...NAPW is TEH WEIRD again, Hewson.
BILL HEWSON: Relax Jack Attack, have a "Steinweiser!"
JACK JONES: I hate you.
Feel good moment of the year.
JACK JONES: And that's why I can't celebrate American Thanksgiving.
BILL HEWSON: The Macy's Parade freaks you out?
JACK JONES: SHHH! Keep it down! I tell you this stuff in confidence!
BILL HEWSON: You ARE aware our mics are on, right?
Metallica! Yup, that means boos. Andrew Rossi, one of the wrestles in tonight's main event, comes down with a purpose. He's dressed to compete, even though his match is a good while away. He enters the ring ropes, and arrogantly calls for a microphone.
ANDREW ROSSI: I've just been informed that Dan Ryan... had some trouble at the border this morning, and he called saying he won't be able to make it tonight. Tough titties for him, but since the match can't go on as planned, I'm calling in a favour to Wahoo Winchell. Winchell, I want my title shot against Bruce Richards, and I want it tonight!
The crowd boos.
ANDREW ROSSI: Actually, let's get this match started. RIGHT NOW!
He drops the mic and stands there, looking at the curtain, just eager to get his hands on Bruce Richards.
A driving guitar solo pipes through the speakers, but not that of Muse. It's L'Arc en Ciel. Dez Carter comes out to the chagrin of Rossi and the delight of the fans.
DEZ CARTER: Favor? Since when does anybody owe you a title shot, Rossi? If you're owed ANYTHING it's for me to kick the rest of your teeth out, so you can just get the full set of dentures.
ANDREW ROSSI: Carter, you son of a bitch, why don't you step into the ring and say that? I'll beat you like I beat you every time we tangle!
DEZ CARTER: Careful what you wish for, Rossi, you just might get it.
HUGE POP as Dez runs to the ring, and John Sharplin's calling for the bell! As Dez slides through the ropes, Rossi's right there with a knee drop to the head. Ouch! Rossi applies the Painkiller, pulling the arm out of Carter's socket, but Carter's able to get a hold of the ropes. Sharplin calls for the break.
BILL HEWSON: And just like that, we're seeing an impromptu match at Aces High!
Rossi backs off and lets Carter get up. Rossi runs at Carter, trying to hit an avalanche in the turnbuckle, but lightning fast, Dez lashes out and palm strikes Rossi right in the face. Rossi is dazed, and Dez hits a bulldog, sending Rossi's face straight into the mat. A quick cover by Dez gets a count of one, and Rossi gets his shoulder up forcefully. Dez tries for the Cravate Crossface, but Rossi counters into a back slide pin. Two count, and Dez kicks out. Rossi's back in this thing, and gives Dez a vertical suplex, keeping him in the air for a few seconds. And then, BAM! Brainbuster to the mat! Rossi covers! One! Two! Kickout by Dez. Rossi picks up Carter for some more damage, but gets an elbow to the gut. Rossi staggers back, and Dez Carter just UNLOADS with a flurry of martial strikes. Kick, kick punch! Kick, punch! It's all in the mind! And a roaring elbow knocks Rossi to the mat. Dez pins! One! Two! Rossi's hand grabs the ropes.
JACK JONES: You see? That ring presence is what's going to make Andrew Rossi the new NAPW World Champ!
Dragon suplex by Carter, and another quick pin. Only a two count. Carter gets Rossi on his feet, only to get a boot to the gut. Rossi signals for the New York Nightmare, the new one, which gets the crowd booing. Rossi's getting in position, but Dez Carter scoops up Rossi on his shoulders!
GOOOOOOOOO 2 SLEEEEEEEEEEP!
Rossi gets knocked the fuck out! Dez covers!
One! Two! THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: And your winner! DEZ CARTER!
Andrew Rossi is out. Knocked out from that brutal knee to the head. He's splayed on the floor as Dez celebrates outside the ring, giving fans high fives and hugs, Muse hits. Bruce Richards enters the hall, to a HUGE crowd cheer. He steps into the ring and Dez steps in as well.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Good job, Dez. Rossi wanted a match, and you delivered. Looks like you gave him some pretty serious competition. And whouldn't you know it? That's what I'm needing here tonight. Dan Ryan's not in Canada, let alone Calgary, and my other opponent is lying in the ring. So what's a champion to do? Well, Calgary, I scouted out a lot of competition, and I've given open contracts for my title to many wresters around North America. Well, to everyone except Andrew Rossi.
If Rossi could hear that, he'd be livid.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Sorry, Andrew. I call it like I see it. And yet again, you fall just short of that standard again. You choked once more, this time against Dez Carter. But this isn't about you anymore, Rossi. This is about a ttile shot for a deserving NAPW main eventer. And since Dan Ryan's not here, and you're a chump, I think the most deserving wrestler to challenge me here tonight is... Dez Carter.
The crowd goes crazy! Bruce Richards pats the belt on his shoulder and asks Dez "What do you think?" Carter grabs the microphone.
DEZ CARTER: Bruce, I respect you, and I would have loved to tag with you tonight. But I will be honest here: I would love even more to wrestle for the NAPW WORLD TITLE, RIGHT HERE, TONIGHT IN CALGARY! I will take this opportunity, and thank you... but I hope you still feel the same way when I put you to SLEEP and walk out of here with the title around my waist!
The crowd is getting into this. Bruce grins, adjusting his cowboy hat.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I wouldn't give you the shot if I didn't think you would bring everything you have. Just remember... inside that ring, with the title on the line... NEVER TRUST THE BEAST!
BILL HEWSON: Well, it looks like Dez Carter gets to wrestle twice tonight, and this time, it's for the NAPW World Title! It's a night of surprises here at Aces High!
Muse hits again and Bruce and Dez shake hands. Dez leaves the ring as Beast poses for the fans with the title. On the outside, Andrew Rossi is still unconscious, a leg stuck under the ring apron.
He's going to be so pissed off when he wakes up.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall.
'When The Lights Go Out' starts playing as a determined Lloyd Rees steps through the curtain to a cold reception, except for the group of Newfoundland fans who have travelled the long way to see the show.
FRANK WARBURTON: He weighs in at two-hundred and forty seven pounds and hails from Wabana, Bell Island. L! D! K! LLOYD REES!
LDK rolls into the ring as his music dies down, before finally being replaced by 'Chicken Huntin'' by the ICP. And the crowd does not like this. Not one bit.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent. From the 'Mean Streets of Newfoundland', he weighs in tonight at three-hundred and fifteen pounds. NEWFY JACK!
Newfy Jack marches down the aisle to a loud chorus of boos - even from the Newfoundland fans. He climbs into the ring and pow, Lloyd Rees is on him! The bell sounds to start the match and LDK is pounding away with rights and lefts to the big man. An Irish whip sends Jack against the far ropes - LARIAT by Rees!
BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees may be at a size disadvantage but that lariat would've taken a normal man's head clean off!
But Newfy Jack gets back up fairly quickly, although he does look a little wobbly on his feet as he gets kicked in the gut... Rees picks the 300 plus pounder up and perches him on the top! Rees quickly climbs up as heel and hooks his man, no way! WABANA BUSTER! One, two, kick-out! LDK's pulling out his big moves already as Jack struggles to get back to his feet. But it's not going to stop Rees as he ascends to the top turnbuckle. The big man's back on his feet though. He's staggering around as LDK jumps - axhandle smash! Newfy Jack feels the impact of that as he falls to his knees. LDK takes the chance as he sneaks around the back of his opponent - CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK!
JACK JONES: Damn! This one is as good as over, Hewson!
BILL HEWSON: LDK seems to have made short work of his opponent - if he taps!
And, as if by magic, Newfy Jack taps out as soon as Rees locks in the grapevine!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, "LDK" LLLLLLOYD REES!
BILL HEWSON: He's not letting go! LDK wants to injure Newfy Jack for what he did to Ol' Salty - and who can blame him?
JACK JONES: Andrew Rossi!
BILL HEWSON: Well, Andrew Rossi can--
JACK JONES: No, Andrew Rossi! He's up and around after that damn Dez Carter sneak attacked him!
Correct again, Jack Attack. As Andrew Rossi rolls into the ring and connects with a basement dropkick to the face of LDK! He's forced to release the hold, and Rossi immediately assumes a mounted position as he pummels away with rights and lefts to the face of LDK, taking out his aggravation and embarassment! Rees tries to fight back, but the sneak attack caught him unawares - PAINKILLER! Rossi has his version of the Fujiwara arm bar locked in!
BUT HERE COMES JACOB VENAR!
'The Falcon' comes running down the aisle as the fans cheer him on. He slides into the ring to find Rossi has released the hold - lariat by Andrew Rossi - ducked! SUPERKICK! Venar with a super kick to the jaw of Andrew Rossi, sending him tumbling through the ropes! Oh, the fans are loving it as Venar looks down over the ropes to see Andrew Rossi getting back to his feet - LOW BLOW!
BILL HEWSON: Jason Cruise? Where the hell did Jason Cruise come from?
JACK JONES: Who cares? He's here! Ring the bell!
Anthony Uruburu calls for the bell to start this match - after the low blow - as Cruise hits his opponent with a Russian leg sweep. Rossi is out of here, he's had it with this night. Officials are helping "LDK" to the back. Venar is struggling to get to his feet, but Jason Cruise is already up and bouncing off the ropes - IZZY KICK! Right to the chest of Jacob Venar, and the rookie falls to the mat. But Cruise picks him right back up again, opting to go for the arm wringer before kicking Jacob right in the ribs. And another! An Irish whip by Cruise sends Venar against the ropes - dropkick - missed! Venar held onto the ropes and Cruise hit nothin' but canvas!
BILL HEWSON: A wily move by the rookie there!
Cruise pops back up to his feet but Venar is charging at him - UNKINDNESS! And Cruise is sent tumbling across the ring. He's quickly back on his vertical base, but not for long as he's taken down by a lariat! Venar's going up top! Jason Cruise is struggling to get back up - he's shaken, but not as shaken as he's going to be - MOONSAULT! And Jacob just took his opponent out!
Both men are down momentarily, but it's Venar who gets back up first. He's holding onto the ropes to support himself as he watches Jason Cruise get back to his feet - Whisper In The Wind! Venar with one of his patented moves and he's going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!
Cruise kicks out, but this time it's Venar who picks his opponent up, positioning him for a piledriver or powerbomb - but he can't get Cruise up in the air! It looks like Jason's going to reverse this as he lifts Venar up - SUNSET FLIP!
ONE!
TWNOOOOO!
Cruise kicks out again, sitting up almost instantly before getting clocked by a dropkick to the face! Jacob Venar pops back up to his feet, rallying the crowd behind him as he waits for his opponent to get back to his feet ... And 'The Falcon' charges - RUNNING FAMEASSER! Cruise just got drilled!
BILL HEWSON: And now 'The Falcon' is climbing to the top rope again! COuld it be?
JACK JONES: Nooooo!
SPREAD!
MY!
WINGS!
SWANTON CONNECTS! Venar rolls over, draping himself over Jason Cruise!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... "The Falcon", Jacob Venar!
The crowd pops... but the pops turn to horror as Matthew Kurtis appears at the top of the aisle. Venar hasn't spotted the big man as he's busy celebrating on the far side of the ring. Kurtis is marching down the aisle, straight into the ring - whereupon Jacob Venar drops down from the turnbuckle into a boot to the gut. BLUEGRASS BOMB! DAMN NEAR THROUGH THE CANVAS!
BILL HEWSON: Why? Why the hell did Matthew Kurtis just Bluegrass Bomb Jacob Venar?
JACK JONES: Because he can, Hewson! Because he's an ass-kicker first and foremost!
But there won't be any answers from Matthew Kurtis tonight as he spits on the unconscious body of Jacob Venar and simply leaves the ring. What a whirlwind of events just happened here, folks!
JACK JONES: And that's why I was declared legally insane in the city of Chicago, and can never return, without being put in a mental institution.I bearly escaped the last time, thank you very much.
BILL HEWSON: Why the hell do you do any of this s***?
JACK JONES: Because I can.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following Tag-Team Match is scheduled for a one fall, and is for the NAPW Tag-Team Championship!
"Censored Truth" by Naked Aggression and out come the challangers to the boos and jeers of the crowd.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing the challangers, representing REBEL-Pro Wrestling. Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of five hundred and one pounds... They are the reigning REBEL Pro Tag-Team Champions... Censorship Against Bad Stuff - C.A.B.S!!
Steven and Ace rolls into the ring, and lift the REBEL Pro title belts for all to see yelling "Undisputed Champs!" to the booing crowd, before handing them over to the referee Morgan Smythe. Rosie Cheeks is waiting expectantly on the outside for the NAPW Champs to arrive. And she doesn't have to wait long as "Party Hard" plays through out the speakers. In run the NAPW boys.
FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! The NAPW Tag-Team Champions. They are defending the honor of the NAPW! Here are - MYSTIC EXPOSITION!
The atmosphere is explosive. The Expositioner and Mystic Ninja drop the titles outside the ring and roll inside, to a beat down from their REBEL opponents. Morgan manages to break it up. Mystic Ninja and Ace Adams are ordered out of the ring, and the bell's rung, officially starting this contest of champions.
BILL HEWSON: The match underway between the NAPW and REBEL Pro Tag-Team Champions, the first ever CHAMPION vs CHAMPION match between NAPW and REBEL!
JACK JONES: But only the NAPW Belts are on the line, and C.A.B.S. are looking to become the first Undisputed Champs, after Mystic Explosion unfairly won the belts from Coast 2 Coast.
BILL HEWSON: Only you would say that. The titles were won fair and square Jack Attack.
JACK JONES: But neither of my boys Link Van Haggard or the living legend Odyssey Baldwin where pinned. How is that fair, Hewson?
But enough of those two squabbling, and back to the action in the ring. The Expositioner is taking it to Steven Wylde despite their weight difference. Expositioner draws Steve's attention with a dramatised wind up of hisleft hand, before hitting a series of right jabs. Wylde is whipped to the ropes, ducking a clothesline attempt from Expositioner, who in turn ducks a clothesline from Wylde, Steven is finally taken down with a neckbreaker. Expositioner locks in the X-Traction.
BILL HEWSON: The Expositioner looking to end this early, but I don't think Steven Wylde is quite ready to tap yet.
JACK JONES: Of course ...
BILL HEWSON: Let's not and say we did, ok?
The match continues. Morgan finally orders Exposition to release the hold, which he begrudgingly does. He tags in his vertically challenged partner Mystic Ninja, who comes flying over the ropes with a Springboard Swanton Bomb. Ninja gets to his feet and soaks in the cheers from the crowd, he goes to the ropes and hits a Rolling Thunder. Mystic finds the time to get a Mystic Ninja chant going, before returning to the now standing Steven Wylde, who simply tags in Ace Adams. Adams justs stands there for a few moments flexing his muscles before obeying the referee's order and stepping into the match. Adams wants Expositioner? Ninja shrugs. "Now I will be tagged in, to meet my opponent in a test of manhood!" Ninja double-shrugs and tags Expositioner back in.
The two men stand almost eye to eye. Neither of them do anything for a few moments before laying into each other with a series of lefts, and rights. And despite his weight disadvantage, Expositioner manages to brawl Adams into a corner. After a few more blows, Morgan orders Expositioner to stop. The Ninja walks calmly away from the corner, before rushing in with a handspring kick to Ace's beautiful face. Morgan yells at him, but Ninja grins. The crowd is cheering the NAPW guys, glad to see the stuck up REBEL Pro team getting thrashed. Expositioner pulls Ace out of the corner, and flattening him with the X-Plex, and causly tagging in Ninja, who climbs the turnbuckle - Moonsault! One ... two ... KICKOUT! Ninja quickly springs off the second rope with another moonsault. Ace is pulled from the canvas, and is wobbly for a few moments, before regaining his sense, and mounts some offence for the first time in the match with a series of rights and lefts.
BILL HEWSON: Ace Adams finally managing to mount a fight against the champion's onslaught since the beginning of this contest.
JACK JONES: I'm still stunned that an awesome team like C.A.B.S has been dominated by the likes of Ninja and Expositioner. I mean, they have to outwrestle garbage teams all the time, they should own guys who DON'T try to use chairs and ring bells in place of headlocks and suplexes!
Mystic Ninja blind tags Expositioner in on an irish whip, but before he can get into the ring he's yanked to the floor by Wylde who is out of his corner! The Expositioner tries to help his partner, but is stopped by Ace who takes him down. On the outside Wylde drops Ninja with a Superkick, before picking him up again and driving him into the floor with a Censorplex. Morgan is trying to get order in the ring as Exposition attempts the X Spots the Mark, but Adams blocks it and hits a Fisherman Buster! Holy! Adams rolls the ME member out of the ring as Mystic Ninja is rolled back in. Ace Adams sets to work demolishing Ninja with a quick series of chops, before downing Mystic with a Scoop slam into Reverse DDT. A quick elbow drop from the two hundred and forty pounder takes out The Ninja's breath. Adams drags his downed opponent to his corner, and tags in Wylde, as the begin their double teaming of Ninja as Smythe orders Ace Adams out of the ring, giving him the traditional five count to break.
Wylde begins devastating the Nina with a series of power moves - powerslams, DDT's and a piledriver. Cover, but Ninja kicks out at two! He tries to make his corner desperately but is stopped by Wylde who punishes him with the second Censorplex of the night. Wylde walks back to his corner with Ninja in tow and tags Adams back in. Things are not looking good for the champs!
JACK JONES: The C.A.B.S have taken over the match, as I thought they would. And that idiotic Ninja is at their disposal. This is going to be good.
BILL HEWSON: Ninja needs to make a tag badly, he's been fighting an essential handicap match for the last five minutes! He needs to tag in the fresh man!
Ace Adams and Steven Wylde again double team Mystic Ninja during the mandatory five count. Adams continues the assault as Wylde steps out of the ring, holding his arms to show that he isn't doing anything as Ace continues the assault. Smythe has had about enough of this and tells Wylde to stay out of the ring unless he's legal. Steven argues with her, keeping her distracted from the action as Ace Adams tries to hit the Fully Censored ---Mystic Ninja manages to block it! REVERSE DDT! Ninja stumbles to the corner...
and makes the tag to Expositioner! HOUSE OF FIRE!!
Expositioner comes in and begins stomping away at Ace Adams. Seeing this, Steven points back to the action... and Morgan orders Expositioner back to the corner as she didn't see the tag.
The crowd does NOT like that.
BILL HEWSON: What in the hell? Come on! There was tag already!
JACK JONES: The referee didn't see the tag, then there wasn't a tag!
BILL HEWSON: I don't believe this.
Expositioner argues that there was, but Morgan orders him out anyways. Begrudgingly Expositioner steps out onto the outside, leaving the still dazed Mystic Ninja sitting in the corner still the legal man. Ace Adams is back to his feet, and walks over to the MWE corner, glaring at The Ninja master, before picking up Mystic Ninja.
BILL HEWSON: This match is becoming more and more in C.A.B.S favor. Can the champions make a comeback and defeat the Rebel challangers?
JACK JONES: Of course they can't, it's the C.A.B.S. destiny to become double champions! They can make history tonight!
Ace Adams whips Mystic Ninja to the ropes, and brings him down with a drop toe hold.
BILL HEWSON: Or so you say. And here I thought you where a hardcore NAPW man.
JACK JONES: Only when I know they're going to win. With the NAPW Tag-Team Championship curse going on, Mystic Exposition are bound to lose the titles here tonight.
Adams has locked in an STF. Mystic Ninja looks like he might tap!
BILL HEWSON: And what about when the winner of this match defends against Coast 2 Coast?
JACK JONES: I'd like to see the out come of this match first. So if you'll excuse me.
BILL HEWSON: ...
Ninja won't tap out! He won't! He manages to make it to the ropes, forcing Ace to release the hold. Both wrestlers get to their feet, Ninja is still groggy, but manages to grab Ace's foot in a Superkick attempt. Modified Enzuguri!!! Both men are on the mat, Ninja is trying to get to The Expositioner. Ace Adams is also getting to his feet.
HOT TAG!
EXPOSTIONER IS IN! ADAMS MAKES THE TAG! Expositioner is like a horse out of the gates, downing Steven Wylde, then Ace Adams, Steven Wylde again, Ace Adams. C.A.B.s are becoming those blow-up dolls that just won't go down. The Expositioner has been on the outside for too long and really is fresh as a daisy! He takes Ace Adams by the scruff of his shirt and throws him out of the ring, where he is attended to by Rosee.
The Expositioner picks up Wydle and throws him down with his trademark X-Planation. Expositioner covers One .... two ... THREE KICKOUT! Wylde is back to his feet pretty quickly, and the two six-footers tie up. Standing waistlock locked in by Expositioner, standing switch by Wylde, and another. Wylde manages to get Expositioners arm and turn it into a Standing Arm Bar. The crowd is cheering at this technical duel. Wylde releases the arm, and as the two compeititors face each other, they nod in respect to each other before continuing. They lock up again, and Steven makes to lay out the Expositioner with an Exloder Suplex. He waits in a corner as his opponents gets up.
JACK JONES: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Wylde makes the cover - One ... two ... kickout! Both back to their feet. Arm drag from Expositioner as Steven runs at him. And another. And another. Wylde is getting fustrated. He manages to avoid another arm drag by nutting The Expositioner, felling him and causing his nose to bleed. There's the tag and in comes Ace Adams for the umtenth time in the match. He picks up the Expositioner, and hits a German Suplex, he pops hits hips and returns to his feet, arms still wrapped. German SUplex. Again they return to their feet, with Adams arms still locked. BRIDGED SUPLEX! ONE .... TWO ... THRE- KICKOUT! Adams is lived. He begins arguing with Smyth, who says that it was only two, not three. From behind! Ace Adam's is spun around! X Spots the Mark! Cover - ONE .... TWO .... THRE- KICKOUT!
BILL HEWSON: There's kickout after kickout here tonight. Neither team seems to be able to keep the other down! Tag team gold on the line!
Expositioner is getting tired, so he tags in the recovered Mystic Ninja to take care of the proceedings. Adams hasn't moved since his kickout, so Mystic Ninja lets fly with a Shuriken Press, but it only scores a two. Hell. Hoping to finish things off Mystic tries for HIS finisher, since it's the only one that hasn't been attempted yet. He lets rip the Super Shinobi gets countered! CRASH to the canvas with nothing to show for it! Both men are down, and groaning. Ninja uses the ropes to get to his feet, while Adams groggily gets to his feet. Rosie gets up on the apron and gets Ninja's attention. He looks over, suspicious, and gets a SLAP for his trouble. Right across the face. Ninja grabs Rosie by the arm, angry...
ACE FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
NINJA MOVES! ACE NAILS ROSIE!
Cheeks falls to the ground, Ace is stunned at what he has just done. Quick roll up! ONE! TWO! THRE~! KICKOUT!
Morgan Smythe goes to check on her fellow female as Ace Adams raises to his feet. Wait a damn minute! The REBEL tag title belt is slid into the ring by Steven Wylde... And is used on the FACE OF MYSTIC NINJA. Wylde enters the ring as The Expositioner calls to Morgan to get back into the match. As she does so, Mystic Ninja is lifted up in a daze...
CENSOR THIS!
Adams makes the cover as Wylde tackles a diving Expositioner! Expo can't save!
ONE!
TWO!
BILL HEWSON: It can't end like this! Please no!
But unfortionatly it does as Morgan Smyth counts three. And the match has ended. The curse continues. C.A.B.S. are now the NAPW and REBEL Pro Tag-Team Champions.The other title belt is thrown in the ring as Wylde helps the woosy Rosie Cheeks into the ring, along with the REBEL Pro Tag Team Belts. Rosie raises an arm each of Ace Adams and Steven Wylde who hold each of the title belts in each hand. The Calgary fans can't believe it. Bill Hewson can't believe it. The C.A.B.S are vicorious at Aces High - 11/20/2007. A day that will live in infamy forever. Ace and Steven are lording it over the retreating former champions. Pointing at both belts yelling "We are the champions!" while the crowd is yelling "We want Ninjas!"
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen. I regret to inform you, but the here are your winners, the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions... and NEW NAPW Tag Team Champions, C.A.B.S.!
JACK JONES: HISTORY HAS BEEN MADE!
BILL HEWSON: I am utterly shocked. The C.A.B.S. have indeed made history, but they did it by screwing Mystic Exposition out of the tag titles! How is that something to be proud of?
JACK JONES: It doesn't matter how you do it, just that you DO it. The REBEL tag team champs! The NAPW tag team champs! C.A.B.S. have done it, Hewson! Haha!
Ace, Wylde and Rosie head out, loaded up with gold. Four title belts. Rosie, holding her head, nonetheless has one of the REBEL title belts over a shoulder. Wylde has his NAPW title belt as Ace holds both of his greedily. C.A.B.S. have the power now.
In the ring, Expositioner checks on his partner, who looks to be quite out of it. The curse indeed continues... Mystic Exposition are back to square one. The crowd give them applause as Ninja takes his feet, but it's hollow. The gold is gone.
FRANK WARBURTON: At this time, please welcome the former NAPW World Champion...
The crowd boos LOUD as there's only one man who could come to the ring with that title. The anticipation builds as all of a sudden...
Darkness. Silence, other than the buzz of the crowd.
"Do not attempt to adjust the picture."
The first guitar riff from "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour blares over the PA.
"We will control the horizontal."
Guitar riff #2.
"We will control the vertical."
"Cult of Personality" goes fullblast as the entranceway is awash with light and arrogance, with Donovan Astros standing in the middle of it, arms outstretched in a Jericho Christ pose. Astros looks skyward, wearing a sportcoat, dress shirt and pants, and designer sunglasses. He walks to the ring brimming with confidence as the crowd is just letting him have it. Astros just shakes his head and laughs as he reaches the ringsteps, climbs up and in and yoinks the microphone from Frank Warburton's hand. He turns to Frank and looks down at him menacingly...
DONOVAN ASTROS: Get out of my ring unless you're looking to take a walk on the Astrocide.
Astros shakes his shoulders at Frank and Frank scrambles out of the ring. Some big man you are, Donovan.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Welcome to the debut edition of A Walk on the Astrocide! I'm your host and the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth, Donovan Astros!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DONOVAN ASTROS: Thank you! Tonight, I've got a special guest for you all, and he's traveled all the way from North Carolina to be here. But first, I'd like to talk about one man that's in tonight's supposed 'main event', and one man that couldn't even be bothered to get here...
Murmurs in the crowd... is Astros going to do what they think he is?
DONOVAN ASTROS: Bruce Richards, you've still got my belt, but courtesy of two Astrocides right on Chris Casino's stupid concussed head, I've got my title shot. And I've been a good boy and stayed out of your business ever since you took my title, but the cease-fire's officially over, Beast! I'm calling my shot, and it's gonna happen in Edmonton on December 20 on a show NAPW's calling Black Thursday III.
The Calgary crowd boos since they won't get to see Astros lose to The Beast again.
DONOVAN ASTROS: And as far as I'm concerned, it's going to be a very black Thursday for each and every Bruce Richards fan because Bruce Richards is going to have to stare right into the face of greatness and realize that without Wahoo Winchell saving his ass and Kyle Roberts helping him commit grand larceny, there's only one result that can happen. I will be taking back my title. I will be NAPW World Champion for a second time. I will end 2007 as the best damned wrestler in New Alberta Pro Wrestling if not the entire world.
More boos as Astros fnally pulls down the sunglasses and puts them in his pocket.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Unless, of course, you believe the wrestling media. They'll tell you that the man to beat is the man that won't even set foot in this building because he's afraid of Donovan Astros. The man the media fawns over. Multnational Wrestling Superstar Dan Ryan, who won't be here tonight because of 'issues at the border'. I'm gonna be deadly honest with all of you... the second I heard Dan Ryan was a part of NAPW, I went to Wahoo Winchell, and I begged with him to give me a match against Dan Ryan. I pleaded, but Wahoo Winchell wanted to protect his investment. And now his investment can't even make it up to Calgary for a show?
The crowd's booing both Astros and Dan Ryan now.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Screw that. The best wrestler in the world's right here already, and you're lookin' at him! So Dan, once you see this on YouTube or DVD or whatever, I'm gonna sound just like Mick Jagger in your ear... "Can you hear me knockin'?" You find a Tuesday in your busy schedule to make it up north, Dan. I'll be waiting with open arms to shut you and the wrestling media up and make them see what they're missing.
Astros pauses for a second to catch his breath.
DONOVAN ASTROS: But enough about me. Let's have a minute or two about my opponent in three weeks at Ultimate Attrition. My guest at this time is the FORMER REBEL World Champion...
The crowd pops, or as much as they can being in disbelief that Astros would actually invite him to Calgary...
DONOVAN ASTROS: And my opponent in the main event of NAPW and REBEL's Supershow IV... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS!
"I Am The Man" by the Philosopher Kings begins to play and the crowd pops huge. And then they look to the entranceway...
BILL HEWSON: Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me.
JACK JONES: I find this pretty insulting too! This man is still a champion!
Indeed he is, as instead of Stylin' Kyle, we get "Bad Boy" Joey Malone dressed up in Kyle Roberts's gear, and on his Extreme Jobber Title belt, a piece of paper's been taped on that reads "Former REBEL Champion". The wig's a nice touch, too. The crowd's not thrilled with this turn of events as a wadded up paper cup comes flying from the crowd and beans Joey, knocking his wig crooked! Astros looks down, shaking his head in disgust as Joey climbs into the ring with a big grin.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Now, Kyle, we know you haven't had the best of weeks. You lost to Chad Kurtis, which is bad enough by itself, but you lost the REBEL World Title to him in the process. How are you dealing with that sort of failure? I know a normal man would be driven to suicide by the thought of losing their title to Chad Kurtis, but you seem like you're dealing with it well.
Astros holds the microphone out to Joey.
"STYLIN" JOEY MALONE: It was-
Astros pulls the microphone back.
DONOVAN ASTROS: That was deep! Now, coming up on December 11, right here in Calgary, you've got a tough test to take on in, well, yours truly. How do you like your chances going into that big matchup?
Astros holds the mic out again.
"STYLIN" JOEY MALONE: Not good, D-
Astros pulls the mic back again. What a jerk.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Damn skippy. As a matter of fact, I don't think there's a single person in this building that likes your chances come Ultimate Attrition, Kyle. I mean-
"I Am The Man."
And this one isn't an imposter.
Kyle Roberts comes out of the curtain. No smirk. No smiles. Not even any cockiness. He just stares down the ring at his imposter, his biggest fan Joey Malone... and the man who truly cost him the REBEL World HEavyweight title. Kyle stalks to the ring and quickly gets in. He just... stares. Death.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Kyle, I'm glad you can make it! Have you met your twin?
SHOVE! Astros knocks Malone right into Kyle. Joey looks at Kyle, pleading, saying he didn't mean anything --- Kyle hoists the man onto his shoulder! Astros rolls out of the ring and looks on as Kyle, looking right at him, delivers the EMERALD FUSION to Joey Malone! The "Bad Boy" is laid out in the middle of the ring, and now Kyle's coming for Astros. Donovan begs off, trying to escape around the ring. Kyle walks after him, in no hurry.
Astros turns to dive over the guardrail
Kyle grabs him by the back of the pants and yanks him over! Roberts unloads on Donovan Astros! So much for A Walk On The Astrocide, it's time for the House of Styles! Roberts rolls Astros into the ring...
And grabs the ring bell. The crowd goes BANANA.
Roberts into the ring, Astros standing, a look of dismay on his face. He turns around
DING!
Astros flops to the canvas, arms and legs splayed out as Kyle Roberts stands over him with the ring bell. The crowd rises to their feet, chanting "FUCK HIM UP, KYLE, FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP, KYLE, FUCK HIM UP!"
BILL HEWSON: So much for the first edition of "A Walk On The Astrocide!"
JACK JONES: This is an outrage, this man is not even an NAPW wrestler! How is he allowed to just waltz in here and do --- and do THIS to our former world champion?
Speaking of, here comes security. Kyle puts his hands up and says "alright, whatever you boys need to do." The crowd is cheering, Astros stirring in the ring. Security escort Kyle up the aisle... he turns around to face the ring. Donovan Astros is stumbling, pulling himself up to his knees with the middle rope, looking down at Kyle in disgust and absolute SHOCK that somebody would crash his party...
Kyle smirks and taps the side of his head.
SMARTER THAN YOU.
Astros...
Astros smolders.
BILL HEWSON: What a night this has been, ladies and gentlemen... We were supposed to get a tag match - that was what we advertised - but instead we're getting a World title defense. Considering everything else that's happened tonight, this is one surprise that we'll welcome.
JACK JONES: YOU'LL welcome. Don't lump me in with the rest of these people.
For the second time tonight, L'Arc En Ciel plays, and Dez Carter makes his way to ringside.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW World title! Introducing the challenger. Accompanied by Asuka, he is from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at tonight at two hundred and forty four pounds: DEZ CARTER!
A huge pop from the fans, and Dez looks appreciative, but focused on the huge opportunity ahead of him. He seems to be blocking out the growing chant in the crowd...
"BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!"
Knights of Cydonia kicks in, and the Ogden Legion EXPLODES as the champ makes his way through the curtains.
FRANK WARBURTON: His opponent! He is the NAPW World Champion! From St. Albert, Alberta, he weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds: BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS!
Richards climbs into the ring and stares down with Dez. Referee Dick Kiebiech holds the Belt up for all to see, then calls for the bell. They lock up. Beast uses his strength advantage to push Dez off. Dez hits the ropes and comes back with a HUGE roaring elbow! Beast is surprised, and gets even more of a shock when Dez hits a stiff palm strike that knocks Beast into the ropes. Richards bounces back with a clothesline... Carter ducks, catches Richards with a series of kicks to the legs, then takes him down with a hard kick to the jaw! Dez with a cover! One... two... Beast kicks out! He slides out of the ring, looking a bit surprised. Carter waits patiently, and Richards comes back into the ring. He nods at his opponent, and goes to lock up. Carter goes behind...
And catches an elbow to the side of the head that nearly floors him! Beast smiles, having caught his opponent off guard, then hauls him up for a hard slam to the mat! Richards drops the elbow, and goes for a cover! One... two... Carter kicks out! Beast tries to lock on a headlock, but Carter slips out of it, and latches on with an arm bar. Beast rolls over and breaks the hold, then scores a double leg take down, and tries to catapult Dez into the turnbuckles... Dez grabs Richards and rolls him up instead! One... two... Beast kicks out, and levels Dez with a clothesline!
JACK JONES: Looks like our champion is done playing around.
BILL HEWSON: He was hardly playing before Jack. But I think he underestimated just how good Dez really is.
Richards not letting up, drags Dez to his feet and sets him up for a pump handle slam! Dez crashes to the mat, and Richards is there to make a cover! One... two... Carter kicks out! Richards tries to slow him down with a body scissors, but Carter is too close to the ropes, and he forces the break. Richards to his feet, hauls Carter up and into a Human Torture Rack! Carter gets the point of his elbow into Beast's jaw, and the champ is forced to drop the challenger. Dez lands on his feet, and shakes the cobwebs out just enough to NAIL a European Uppercut! Beast staggers just a bit, enough for Dez to take advantage. Dez unloads with five stiff chops to the chest, then a headbutt for good measure! Beast to one knee...
SMACK
Carter with a huge kick to the back of Richards' head! The champ slumps to the mat, and Carter covers! One... two...!
Richards with a foot on the bottom rope. Carter doesn't argue, he just waits for Richards to get to his feet, then pounces, landing a hard forearm to the side of Richards' head. Carter hits the ropes, and comes off with a flying forearm, knocking the champ back down! Carter covers again! One... two... Richards kicks out just in time! Carter trying not to get frustrated, locks on a front headlock, then drives his knee into the top of the champ's head! Then another! And another!
BILL HEWSON: Carter showing no mercy to the man who was supposed to be his partner tonight!
JACK JONES: What do you expect? He wants to be World Champion!
Carter finally lets up, and rolls Richards onto his back. The Beast looks to be almost out, and Dez goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- Richards gets his foot on the bottom rope! He has enough presence of mind to know where he's at in the ring! Carter looks to be a bit flustered now, but goes for his Stretch Plumb... Richards with a roll up out of nowhere! One... Two... Carter kicks out! He's back to his feet, and dropkicks the Beast right in the face! The fans aren't sure who to cheer for right now, but they appreciate the effort of the challenger! Carter locks on his Inverted Cravate Cross Face, and tries to wear the champ down. Richards reaches for the ropes, but he's too far away this time. Carter puts all his strength into the hold, pulling back with all he has, while Richards valiantly resists tapping out! The fans are torn, half cheering for Richards, half calling for him to tap! Carter is oblivious to all this, he's just keeping the hold locked in! Richards tries to roll over to lessen the pressure, but Dez pulls him back. He tries to push up, but Dez puts his weight into the hold, and Beast is back down. Referee Dick Kiebiech is right there to see if Beast wants to give it up, but we very clearly hear a "NO".
Carter shifts his weight so that more of him is weighing the Beast down, but Richards uses the opportunity to roll Dez onto his back! Carter still has the hold locked in, but his shoulders are down! One.. two... Carter lifts his shoulder up! The hold is still locked in! Beast shifts his weight, and carter's shoulders are back down! One... two... Carter gets the shoulder up again, and STILL KEEPS THE HOLD LOCKED! Beast shifts one more time, and again gets a pin! One... two... Carter finally lets go, breaking up the pin! He goes for the Stretch Plumb again, but Beast grabs a hold of Dez and delivers a jaw jammer! Dez staggers back, and Beast gets to his feet and nearly knocks Dez's head off with a big boot! Dez is down! Beast is to one knee. The adrenaline surge dying down. Dez rolls over and gets to his knees. Beast is there to meet him with a stiff shot to the jaw! Dez responds with a shot of his own! Beast returns the favor! Then Dez! Beast! Dez! The two men trading punches back and forth, neither backing down! Beast hits his one last punch, and Dez finally slumps over! Richards makes an exhausted cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
Carter kicks out! Richards is too tired to argue. He hauls Dez up and sets him up for another pumphandle... only this time it's a pump handle suplex throw! Dez is tossed half way across the ring, landing in a heap! Richards has some fire back in his eyes, and he goes for the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
Carter gets a foot on the bottom rope! Richards looks shocked, but doesn't waste any more time. He stalks Carter as he rises to his feet. Carter turns around...
THE CLAW!
A huge pop as Richards slaps on the Mandible Claw! Asuka is beside herself, as Carter is dead centre ring, no rope breaks to be found! Richards has almost a death grip on the challenger, who sinks to one knee. The fans sense the end is near as Carter's other knee drops to the mat. Richards drives Carter to the mat, and Kiebiech makes the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE- CARTER WITH A SHOULDER UP!!
BILL HEWSON: Where did Dez Carter find the energy for that?
JACK JONES: He wants the paydays that come with being champ. You'll be surprised what that can drive people to do.
Richards is as shocked as anyone. He actually looks over to Kiebiech to make sure there wasn't a mistake made. No, Carter got the shoulder up. the match is still on. Richards goes for the torture rack again, trying to squeeze the life out of...
CARTER COUNTERS WITH A CRUCIFIX ROLL UP!
ONE!!
TWO!!
BEAST KICKS OUT!! He charges at Dez, who blocks a charge with a knee to the skull! Beast is staggered, and Carter is going for GO 2 SLEEP!! He tries to lift the Beast, but he's Richards quickly fights his way out of the hold, boots Dez in the gut, then lifts him up for the Chart Attack! Dez elbows his way out of that, then delivers a boot of his own! Beast is doubled over, and Carter goes for a rear naked choke! He gets his arm around the throat of the Beast, and tries to take him down, but Richards refuses to go down easy! Carter keeps the hold locked in, and manages to get the champ to one knee. Richards looks to be fading. Dex tries to get his legs locked around the Beast...
Richards eyes pop open! Holy hell! He gets to his feet, Dez on his back, and then literally muscles lifts Dez onto his shoulders, and just like that---
CHART ATTACK!!
Dez is planted center ring! Beast covers, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and STILL NAPW World Champion: BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS!
The fans are on their feet. Richards reclaims his belt, and catches his breath in the corner. Asuka helps Dez up. Dez looks disappointed, but he gets a huge ovation for his efforts. Richards walks over to him and extends his hand. Dez hesitates for a moment, but accepts. Richards raises Dez's hand, and the crowd cheers!
BILL HEWSON: What a match these two men had! Dez Carter proving himself to be more than worthy of WHAT THE HELL!
The fans were too focused on what's the two men in the ring to see who had snuck in through the crowd. And how this man could "sneak" by anyone...
BILL HEWSON: KRENSHOV!
The big man bursts into the ring, hitting them from behind with a clothesline! He hits the ropes, and rushes back knocking a rising Carter to the floor with a HUGE big boot! Asuka wisely clears out. Richards tries to get back up, but clubbing forearms keep him on the mat. Krenshov ignores the boos of the fans, and instead silences them, by hauling the Beast up! He lifts him up and drops him with a fall away slam like he was tossing a pillow!
JACK JONES: Holy hell! How strong is this guy!
Krenshov smirks for a moment, then pulls something out of his pocket. A piece of paper. He also pulls out a pen and signs the paper. Then asks for a mic.
KRENSHOV: Richards. I happened to find one of your little "open contracts"
BILL HEWSON: Oh no...
KRENSHOV: So next week, I get what I've deserved for over a year... a shot at the NAPW World title! I'll see you next week, "champ."
BILL HEWSON: Krenshov versus The Beast at Stand Your Ground? For the World title? Oh my God!
JACK JONES: Oh my God. This is going to be GREAT.
Krenshov sees security coming and leaves the ring. He's done what he came for. Security escort him to the locker room, Dez Carter and The Beast the wreckage he's left behind.
JACK JONES: ... and that's the sworn truth. Believe it or not!
BILL HEWSON: I hardly believe you won the heart of the Duchess of Sardinia by doing your patented pant-hat-dance.
JACK JONES: Believe it or not, Hewson. Believe it or not.
BILL HEWSON: ... ladies and gentlemen, our main event tonight has been a long time coming. Ever since Prince W. Darko returned to NAPW, he's been embroiled in a tremendous feud against Stone Zellor over the Heritage title. Last month at Anniversary Assault II, the controversial actions of guest referee Kevin Kodiak led NAPW commissioner Terry Brandon to hold up the title. Tonight, Stone Zellor and Prince Darko meet to determine the undisputed Heritage champion... and it will be in a ladder match. Let's go to Frank.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the "Aces High" main event! The following match is the LADDER MATCH for the Heritage Championship! There are no pinfalls or submissions. The only way to win is to climb the ladder and retrieve the Heritage belt suspended above the ring!
The low-end rumbly sounds of AkForty blast through. The sinister sounds can only mean one man... Prince W. Darko. The man steps through the curtain to a torrential downpour of boos. No doubt underneath his half facemask he's smirking, loving it all. Darko takes his time coming to the ring. A ladder is set up on the outside. Darko walks around it, trash-talking the fans with a string of profanities.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds... is the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Zamunda! Ladies and gentlemen, PRINNNNCE W. DARKOOOO!
BILL HEWSON: It was at Hostile Hangover II, Night 2 that this man Prince Darko made his return to NAPW rings as a singles competitor, winning the Heritage title from Stone Zellor.
JACK JONES: What a way to kick off a singles career! Prince Darko is a future NAPW World Champion, Bill Hewson, mark my words. The sky is the limit for this guy... and he's walking out of here tonight with the Heritage title strapped back around his waist where it belongs.
BILL HEWSON: It's a match that Prince Darko may have the advantage in, thanks to those months he spent down south in REBEL Pro Wrestling. There are no disqualifications in a ladder match and you can bet Prince Darko is going to take full advantage of that fact.
Darko circles the ring, just riling the crowd up with shit-talk. They're climbing over the rails in hate of the man. Finally he gets in the ring, ready for this thing. He looks out to the entrance way...
And here comes the sound, the sound of "Bang Bang To The Rock N Roll." The crowd begins to come alive and when Stone Zellor makes his DYNAMITE entrance through the curtain, they begin to cheer like crazy. Stone Zellor is the MAN!
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From Staten Island, New York, he weighs in at one-hundred and seventy-one pounds... ladies and gentlemen, STONNNNNE ZELLLOR!
BILL HEWSON: This may very well be the biggest match in either man's career! Stone Zellor racing to the ring, he doesn't want to wait another second to get his hands on Prince Darko ---
JACK JONES: And the feeling's mutual, Hewson, here we go!
BILL HEWSON: Darko meets Stone in the aisle and this match, no, this fight is on!
In the aisle! Darko! Stone! Going at each other! The Prince has the advantage in brawling but Stone is bringing the heat, he wants the Heritage title back badly. Stone stuns Darko, then clotheslines him right over the guardrail into the first row! Darko gets up, Stone charges and dives over the guardrail into him, laying in right hands on the ground. Chairs are scattered everywhere! Stone gets up and hollers, pointing up high to where the belt dangles. He grabs Darko by the afro and dumps him back into the aisle, following suit. Stone pulls Darko along with him, smashing his face into the ring apron and propping him up against it. Chop! Now irish whip into the ladder
Reversed!
Stone skids to a stop right before crashing into the ladder, then pops and locks. Darko charges him, sidestep, wham into the ladder! Darko lands on top of the metal device and rolls off into the aisle in some pain. Stone takes the opportunity to pick the ladder up and slide it into the ring. He begins to set it up, could he climb already? No, Darko slides into the ring and attacks before Stone can get anywhere. They're going at it again! Stone blocks Darko's right hand, fires with his own! Darko right, blocked, fires again. Stone punches the man into the ropes, irish whip, reversed, Darko with the STO! Just laid the man out. Not Laid Out, just laid him out. Darko throws down on his man with the trash-talk, and then... looks at the ladder.
BILL HEWSON: And now Prince Darko grabbing the ladder with evil intentions... Stone Zellor getting to his feet, Darko has the ladder over his shoulder like a weapon! The ladder RIGHT TO THE FACE, good God!
JACK JONES: He got his hand up to try to block, Hewson, but it didn't do him much good!
BILL HEWSON: How do you block a man driving a 12 foot ladder into your face?
Indeed. And Stone has got the juice going, red streaming down his forehead. Darko looks cocky, brushing himself off like it ain't no thing. Crowd hates him. Darko takes the ladder and props it up in a corner? What's he intending here? He grabs Stone by the legs and holds him, no, catapult into the ladder! Stone collides with the steel, head and body, and then crashes to the canvas and rolls outside. Darko grabs the ladder and takes it to the center, setting it up. And he is climbing!
JACK JONES: Here we go! The Heritage Champion is steps away from being crowned!
BILL HEWSON: Darko ascending the steps, he's only a few away... Wait! Stone is back in the ring! He's climbing up after Darko, he's got a leg!
JACK JONES: I can't look!
Darko tries to kick Stone away, Stone falls off... rebounds off the ropes and shoves the ladder over! It goes sideways, but Darko manages to jump off and land on his feet. He thinks he's so damn smart ---
PIMP SLAP!
Darko gets ROCKED by the big backhand slam of Stone Zellor! Darko reels, and Stone throws some right hands his way! Irish whip, Darko comes off, HIP TOSS DARKO GOES INTO THE LADDER! The ladder leaned on the ropes after falling and Prince Darko crashed right into it courtesy of the Stone Zellor hip toss! Darko writhes in pain from the impact of his body against metal. Stone follows it up by grabbing the ladder away and driving it down into the mid-section of his foe! A brutal side shown from Stone Zellor here, slamming it down once, twice... then holding the ladder and choking Darko out with the top of it. Wow.
JACK JONES: Hey! That's a disqualification!
BILL HEWSON: It's as legal as a wristlock in this kind of environment. Just how bad does Stone Zellor want to be Heritage champion, Jack Attack?
Stone lays off Darko for a minute, pondering his options. What exactly is he doing here? Stone doesn't want to climb yet, he knows he won't make it. He takes the ladder, puts it on the canvas... and slides it partly out of the ring. About a third of the ladder is sticking out in mid-air. Stone picks up Darko, holding him by the afro, what's he doing here? Oh my god, you've got to be kidding! Stone hooks Darko, he's trying a suplex... he's going to suplex Darko over the ropes onto the ladder! No! Darko flips out of the suplex at the top, lands on the ring apron! Stone turns around
DARKO DROPS TO THE FLOOR AND LEVERS THE LADDER
CRASH
The ladder levers up like a shotgun into Stone's jaw! Good God!
Stone kicks the canvas in huge pain, rolling around as Darko sits down on the concrete, leaning back against the ring apron to catch his breath. He's pretty damn pleased with himself. Finally he gets up, grabbing the top of the ladder
BASEBALL SLIDE STONE
WHAM into the chest of Prince Darko again, sending him sprawling back down the aisle! Stone in clear pain, but he's trying to fight through it! TO THE TOP ROPE! Darko gets up and looks up only to see STONE FLYING RIGHT AT HIM! BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! The crowd is cheering as both men lay on the concrete, Stone holding his jaw, Darko his chest, the match is already taking it's toll.
BILL HEWSON: What are these men willing to do to themselves tonight, all to be the champion?
JACK JONES: No, Hewson, what AREN'T these men willing to do? Nothing is out of bounds! Nothing is too crazy! This is all about the Heritage title, Bill Hewson!
BILL HEWSON: Is it worth it to shortern a career by years? The toll of this impact, my God! And yet they keep coming!
Indeed they do. Stone rolls into the ring, grabbing the ladder and pulling it back in. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, Darko seems to be having a hard time breathing. Stone is climbing. He's getting up the ladder... he's getting close to the top!
Two more steps!
One more step! He reaches out to touch the Heritage title belt...
But Darko is there, grabbing his leg. Stone tries to take the belt down to end this, but Darko is climbing up after him. Wham, hammers the man in the back. Wait a minute! Stone... turned around... Darko has him! NO! He can't!
LAID OUT #2! COMPLETE SHOT OFF THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS BELOW!
Both men hit the canvas hard, but the bloody Stone takes the worst of it. Darko forces himself it, face a mask of pain (what you can see of it), and begins to climb the ladder! He's going up, crowd booing his ass, but Stone is trying to get up. He's grabbing the rungs to pull himself up on the other side. Darko is near the top! He's grabbing for the belt, but Stone is climbing... Stone reaches over the top of the ladder and slugs Darko in the face. Darko fires back! Stone shoots a shot, then grabs the afro again (man, why a man gotta hurt the fro?) and bashes Darko's face into the top of the ladder!
CLIMB
ONE
TWO
FLY
OH MY GOD!
JACK JONES: HOLY HELLLLLL!
BILL HEWSON: MY GOD! MY GOD! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, PRINCE DARKO MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! STONE ZELLOR WITH A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
JACK JONES: MURDER DEATH KILL! MURDER DEATH KILL!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
The crowd is STANDING as both men are down, Darko looks damn near dead! MDK Powerbomb allll the way from the top, and finally Stone SPIN-A-ROONIES TO HIS FEET! He's in pain, but he's got enough in him to climb! And he's SO CLOSE! Darko isn't moving, Darko can't stop him! Stone climbing up, almost there!
Reaches out!
DARKO SHOVES THE LADDER OVER WITH HIS FOOT!
Stone Zellor can't stop his momentum and flies off the ladder landing crotch-first on the top rope! OH NO!
Wait just a damn second...
Stone bounces off the ropes and knocks his cock. Darko, getting up, looks on in disgust. But there's no denying BALLS OF STEEL!!!
Stone with a discus clothesline puts Darko over the top rope. Now he's climbing again!
Darko grabs a chair from a front-row fan and comes into the ring
WHAM
RIGHT TO THE BACK OF STONE!
Stone sags, but holds onto the ladder. Darko doesn't want that, he climbs up a step or two and pulls Stone's head backwards. Oh no...
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER FROM HALF-WAY UP THE LADDER.
Oh my God, Stone just got killed. And Darko... Darko looks on. But wait a minute. He looks at Stone Zellor... and his eyes flash. Darko grabs the ladder and moves it out of the center of the ring...? You can't reach the title belt from the corner... what is he doing? Stone is laying prone in the center of the ring, and Prince Darko climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then he climbs the ladder up... he's near the top! WAIT A MINUTE!
LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP
JUST PERFECTION SWANTONNNNN FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDERRRRRRR!
BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! PRINCE DARKO --- FROM 15 FEET IN THE AIR!
JACK JONES: PRINCE DARKO IS A LUNATIC, BILL HEWSON! WHO DOES THAT?
BILL HEWSON: PRINCE W. DARKO, JACK ATTACK! THAT'S WHO!
The crowd is again chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" as Darko and Stone lay on the canvas, neither man looking like they ever want to get up again. Darko sacrificed his own body to keep Stone down though, and finally he drags himself up. He takes the ladder and brings it to the center of the ring, Stone laying near the edge of the canvas. Darko has to climb, he can't wait any longer.
He's going up.
Five rungs left.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Prince Darko is at the TOP OF THE LADDER... he's got his hands on the title belt! He just needs to take it off the ring ---
When the ladder is no longer underneath him.
Darko dangles in mid-air on the ring holding the belt as Stone Zellor takes the ladder to a corner where Darko can't get it! Still Prince Darko trying to get the belt off the ring, but STONE ZELLOR ON THE TOP ROPE!
MISSILE DROPKICK!!!
CONNECTS TO THE HANGING DARKO! CRASHES TO THE CANVAS!
Stone gets himself up, then yanks up a protesting Darko, double-underhooks the arms and delivers SLAMMY TIME. Darko rolls out of the ring and is out as Stone Zellor grabs the ladder one more time. THIS HAS TO BE IT! But Stone is in so much pain, he can barely climb!
But still he does it!
BILL HEWSON: One rung at a time! Just keep climbing, that's all you have to do Stone! The title is in your reach! Prince Darko has felt Slammy Time! Stone Zellor can taste the Heritage title gold!
JACK JONES: Not like this!
BILL HEWSON: Come on son, you can do it --- Wait a minute! I don't believe it! Prince Darko has gotten back into the damned ring! What in the world is driving him?
JACK JONES: The Heritage title, Bill Hewson, and wrestling immortality!
Stone has his hands on the title belt, but like Darko a few minutes ago, Stone can't seal the deal in time --- Darko is climbing up the ladder opposite Stone Zellor! Stone trying to reach out, gets a fist in the face! Darko returning the favor, bashes STONE'S face into the top of the ladder. Darko hits another right hand...
And Stone falls to the canvas!
Darko reaches out, this is it, he has the title belt! He has the match won!
Until Stone Zellor pushes the ladder over...
...and Darko goes sailing right over the top rope into the timekeeper's table below with a horrifying crash. The crowd goes crazy as Darko lays, motionless, in the explosion of wood, legs dangling out from the wreckage and underneath the guard rail into the front row.
Stone Zellor looks out at his handiwork, and doesn't give a damn. The gold is all that fills his mind.
Darko is not moving.
Stone climbs the ladder and climbs to a thunderous roar with every rung... he gets to the top! There is nobody to stop him... and finally, the Heritage title is decided!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... and NEWWWW Heritage Champion! STONNNNE ZELLLLLORRRRR!
BILL HEWSON: He's done it! He's done it! Stone Zellor has won the match! He has won the Heritage title back, finally!
JACK JONES: Bill...
BILL HEWSON: Hell of a match, hell of a fight from two great young athletes...
JACK JONES: Bill...
BILL HEWSON: Eh? Oh my.
JACK JONES: I think we need some help out here.
Stone Zellor celebrates with his title, but inexorably the pop is dying down. Stone looks bemused, but the crowd's attention is turning to where referees John Sharplin and Dick Kiebiech are looking over a motionless Prince Darko. His eyes are open, Sharplin talking to him, but Darko isn't answering. He stares off into space blinking as Kiebiech yells for help. Trainers come out carrying a board. Stone looks on at the scene, and he looks pissed off? Pissed off that his moment of glory is being overshadowed by a very real situation. He holds the belt up to a mild pop, but the atmosphere is growing somber.
BILL HEWSON: Ladies and gentlemen, this was... one amazing contest, again, between two great young athletes, but I think... Prince W. Darko has been seriously injured. He has not moved since taking the fall from the ladder through the timekeeper's table.
JACK JONES: This is a tough sport, Bill Hewson, but you never want to see something like this happen.
BILL HEWSON: Not to anybody, not even a man like Prince Darko. I think --- I think we have a stretcher out now...
The trainers begin to gingerly, carefully load Darko onto the board. They fit him with a neckbrace and then as one lift the board up and begin to take Darko back to the entrance way. The crowd begin to clap and applaud, in respect, in concern, for the man. Please be okay, they think. Please don't be another casualty. Darko is whisked through the entrance way and no doubt rushed to the hospital.
The fans quiet down, some crying, many ashen-faced.
STONE ZELLOR: Alright, so now man, we gets back to cheerin' for the new H-to the-Izzle champeen! Now hit my music, we's gonna party!
BANG BANG to the ROCK N ROLL, kids! Stone starts popping and locking, blinging it out with the Heritage title. The crowd half-heartedly responds, some of them in shock that Stone is carrying on like nothing has happened.
And that is how Aces High ends.