MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS12/19/2005
"LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH! Boy Charlie roars through the PA as NAPW Monday Night Fights takes the air! The crowd is rowdy, raucous and loud, over four hundred strong in the NAIT Athletic center! They've brought signs, they've bought merch, they are READY for the final show of 2005! BILL HEWSON: We are LIVE from Edmonton, Alberta Canada for NAPW MONDAY! NIGHT! FIGHTS! And tonight, in our main event, the first cage match in NAPW history! It will be D!, the reigning champion, defending against the hated Chris Casino! But that's not all tonight! Jack Jones, let us have it! JACK JONES: We've got a triple threat for the Provincial Title! We've got a no disqualification match! And we've got, oh yeah, CHRISTMAS CHAOS! You know, I pitched that name to Winchell! BILL HEWSON: Just after you read Foley's book, I'm sure. But right now, it's going to be a tag team match to start us off! Linkin Park hits--and CRUSHER's the first superstar out tonight. He flexes at the entrance, then rips the shirt right off of his chest. He high-fives his way down the ramp, then just BOUNDS into that ring. "Points of Authority" fades down, bring up "Mambo Number 5"! KHAOS bursts onto the scene, along with a strange little man with glasses and a walking stick. Khaos dances his way down to ringside, while the man looks at the crowd like he's about to be eaten. BILL HEWSON: Do we know who Khaos is bringing to ringside? JACK JONES: Do you do ANY research, Hewson, or do you just rely on ME? That's Alex Testawich, Khaos' manager! Khaos slides into the ring, high-fives his partner, and gets him to dance. But wait--Trocadero's on the sound system. And sure enough, the lights go dim, the fog machine starts at the entrance, and the full house is kept guessing--THUNDERCLAP! STORM appears out of NOWHERE, and as the lights come back Tempest, Thunder and the grizzled Tex are strutting down the ramp. BILL HEWSON: And the old guy is... JACK JONES: Manager. The boos of the crowd gets Tex' mouth running, but all his clients have to do is smile their uneasy smiles. The tag team hits its corner so Frank Warburton can earn his paycheque. FRANK WARBURTON: The following TAG TEAM contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing the FIRST team--accompanied to the ring by Alex Testawich and weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred, sixty-six pounds... Representing Riverside, California and Gibbons, Alberta--THE CRUSHER and KHAOS! And introducing their opponents--accompanied to the ring by Tex and weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred pounds... from Parts Unknown, THIS! IS! STORM! It looks like Tempest and Crusher are starting off--no! Khaos is going mental! HE wants to start! Crusher shrugs and figures "why not?" and heads in his corner. The bell rings and Khaos comes FLYING off the ropes with a running shoulder tackle, BOUNCES off of Tempest and rolls into his corner where he tags in Crusher. Crusher lets out an exasperated sigh and walks straight up to Tempest. Both men are locked in a staring contest, daring the other one to do something first--WHAP! Tempest just unLEASHED with a Throat Thrust Uppercut! Crusher hits the mat and shoots him a "Well, THIS has got to stop" look. Crusher's on his feet, looking for the SPEAR--NO! Tempest has him scouted and a Kitchen Sink--the move, not the object--gets him flying. Crusher's on his back for only a few seconds, but that's all the time Tempest needs--elbow drop--AVOIDED! Crusher's up and drops the elbow on Tempest--AVOIDED! Tempest goes for the elbow and misses his man! Crusher goes for the elbow and misses his man! Wait a minute... Tex just grabbed Crusher's ankle! Tempest's elbow--CONNECTS! NAPW referee Henry Andrews checks Tex out on a hunch... but Tex just wrings his hands and whistles, squeaky clean! But Tempest, having some necessary momentum over his strongman opponent, starts laying the boots into Crusher's ribs. Tempest picks up Crusher, shifts the weight, then LAYS HIM OUT with a Scoop Slam! BILL HEWSON: I'll bet THIS is a different feeling for Crusher... he's used to being the biggest man in the match! JACK JONES: And Tempest is so HUGE that slams and bombs from HIS height mean you hit the mat that much FASTER. BILL HEWSON: I agree, partner... wait, no I don't. You'd have FARTHER to fall, wouldn't you? JACK JONES: Sorry. I was indicating velocity as determined by the gravitational constant, and NOT time elapsed. BILL HEWSON: WHAT'D you just say? JACK JONES: I didn't say nothin'. Back with the action, Tempest has tagged his partner Thunder in. Thunder makes a beeline for the stunned Crusher and slaps a Chinlock on him, ferociously tugging like he wants to pop is head off! Khaos is stamping his feet, getting the crowd to support is partner with a "LET'S go CRU-sher!" chant. And Crusher SLAMS his hand into the mat, HARD... is this a tap-out? NO! The OTHER hand comes down . . . he's DRAGGING himself to the ropes, and Thunder's coming along for the ride! Crusher's grabbed the ropes, but Thunder's not letting go right now! Andrews gives Thunder a FIVE count, ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Break! Thunder just NARROWLY avoided getting Storm disqualified, but the damage to Crusher has been done! Thunder grins and walks to his coner--KHAOS! Off of his corner's turnbuckle! DROPKICK on Thunder! He's NOT gonna let Thunder get that tag! But the ref has to enforce BOTH teams, and sends Khaos protesting back to his corner! But Thunder got COLD-COCKED by that surprise dropkick, and seems to have a hard time picking himself up. Tempest is urging his partner on, his hand reaching out considerably, and Khaos is so desperate for the tag that he looks like he could fall apart at any moment! Crusher grunts, finds his legs, and just SHAMBLES into his corner--TAG! Khaos is in the ring and he's a SMALL, AFFORDABLE HOUSE ON FIRE! Thunder turns around, Khaos is OFF HIS FEET--HURRICANRANA! That sends Thunder spinning to his ass, Khaos is off the ropes and ROLLING NECK SNAP! Shades of Mr. Perfect there! Khaos stands Thunder up and locks up, lifting Thunder over his head--VERTICAL SUPLEX! Wait, he hasn't broken the lock, rolls over, lifts Thunder to his feet again, up and over-- JACK JONES: Rolling verticals? GEE, I wonder where THAT comes from. BILL HEWSON: It looks like it's YOUR turn to do the research, Jack Attack! Khaos has been using rolling vertical suplexes in training since BEFORE Eddie Guerrero's untimely death. And it's a sequence HE calls "The Khaotic Basher"! Khaos' THIRD suplex connects and he goes for a pin cover. Andrews drops down, ONE! TWO! PUNT! Tempest ran in and kicked the lighter man right OFF his partner! SPEAR! Crusher's back in the ring and just SPEARED the big man right out of his boots! This is Henry Andrews' first referee job and he's lost control of this match IN A BIG WAY! Tempest rolls out of the ring to safety, Thunder is wobbly on his fet, and on either side are Khaos and Crusher! Both men run--SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!! Khaos hit him high and Crusher hit him low, turning Thunder inside out! Khaos is the legal man and hits the pin cover--NOW WHAT!? Tex has hopped on the ring apron and is complaining to Andrews that Testawich just assaulted him with his walking stick--and Testawich is on the other side of the ring, loudly denying it! Tempest sneaks in while the ref is distracted, hits Crusher with a BIG BOOT, then picks up Khaos from behind--BLUE THUNDER DRIVER! Khaos hits the mat like a sack of rice! Thunder's on his feet... just barely. Thunder calls for it--Tempest picks up Khaos again, as HIGH as he can lift him . . . GORILLA PRESS DROP! And Thunder's taken to the top turnbuckle--LEG DROP! Right on Khaos' chest! This has GOT to be it--Thunder hooks the leg... WAIT A MINUTE! Now TESTAWICH is on the ring apron, claiming Tex forced him to chew tobacco! Tex is screaming at the ref to DO HIS JOB, and the fans are cheering! BILL HEWSON: Seems to me like turnabout is fair play, f you ask me! JACK JONES: Yeah, but look at our new referee! He looks like he's about to CRY! BILL HEWSON: That's because ANYTHING can happen in the tag div--WAIT A MINUTE! THAT MUSIC! IT'S... JACK JONES: THE DECAPITATORS? Who invited THOSE drunks? It's those perennial fan favourites, Decapitator Axe and Decapitator Diamond, smiling as they head to ringside. Diamond's holding a cookie sheet with "TIFFANY WILL YOU MARRY ME" written on it in black marker, and Axe's chair says "GO TECHNIQUE". Both men stop at ringside, and cordially wave at Storm. There's no love lost between these teams, apparently, as Storm slide out of the ring to get at the Decapitators--but Crusher's giving chase! Axe and Diamond each take a swing--Axe DRILLS Tempest, but Thunder ducks and the cookie sheet hits Crusher instead! Andrews FREAKS OUT right then and there and ends the match! FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of a disqualification, this match has ended in a NO! CONTEST! And Khaos dives through the ropes, looking to hit Storm--but lands on Axe instead! And now Axe is slapping Khaos around! Tempest is going at it with Crusher! Thunder is chasing Diamond around the ring! Testawich is laying Tex out with his stick! Andrews in lying in the ring in a fetal position! JACK JONES: Y'know, we're probably going to have to call in security from other arenas. It's a Pier Six Brawl! BILL HEWSON: It's a wild mess, all right, but this match is OVER. We have to go to commercials, but when we come back...it's master versus student! THE PREDATOR versus MIRAGE --- NO DISQUALIFICATION! Don't hit that clicker!
BILL HEWSON: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and we're just awaiting the arrival of The Predator. Last week on Action! The Predator, before this the nameless one, finally snapped at the abusive hand of his master Mirage! JACK JONES: The Predator's promised to run Mirage and all his former companions out of the NAPW forever, but you know, this match is NO DQ. It's guaranteed to be a four on one, and that's not something to sniff at. Mirage's music cuts out. The sinister tones of Criss Angel's "Scarecrow" fill the building. The lights dim except for a series of red lights lining the aisle...and out comes THE PREDATOR, silver mask and dreadlocks, shirtless and looking muscled and tanned --- BILL HEWSON: And here comes Bio! Frank Warburton, you might as well sit right back down --- they're not going to wait for you to announce the match! Mirage directing traffic sends Bio rushing down the aisle. The Predator calmly waits for him and neatly sidesteps the charge! Bio stumbles and tries to catch his footing. He turns around INTO A CLOTHESLINE. The Predator nearly taking Bio's head off with a vicious clothesline, and now he's got him UP HIGH...DROPPED! Gut first across the guardrail! Bio's in a bad way, hanging over top of the railing --- here comes the massive PAIN! Pain axhandle across The Predator's back, and now he's slugging away! Predator backed against the guardrail, Pain moves in, Predator with a big boot to the gut! Pain is momentarily stunned, and that's all the time The Predator needs to grab a steel chair from a fan at ringside CRASH! Right across the back of Pain, and the crowd is loving this! They're clearly happy to see Mirage and co. get their just desserts! Predator looks over the crowd, who cheer him on, and...CLANG! The steel chair dents across Pain's forehead! And now The Predator grabs Pain with both hands and lifts him up, what power! DOUBLE-HANDED CHOKEBOMB, right on the concrete floor! The Predator looks towards the ring, where Mirage is throwing a fit at his minion's defeat. Predator looks on...hang on, Bio is up for some more! From behind, but Predator saw him coming from the corner of his eye! Bio gets nailed, and now Predator has him... DOMINATOR! ON! TOP! OF! PAIN! Bio slammed right on top of Pain, and they are both OUT like a couple a nursery kids! Predator starts calmly down the aisle towards his former master and Kar! JACK JONES: How can anybody be so calm after destroying two human beings like that? What the heck is WRONG with this Predator? BILL HEWSON: He's strong, he's quick, and he's got his sights set on Mirage! If I was Mirage, I might think about retreating! Predator pauses at the ring apron, looking up to Mirage, who is raving like a madman about betrayal and treachery. Mirage's number one, Kar, is waiting. Predator walks around the ring a bit, and then in one motion jumps up on the ring apron! And Kar attacks, Predator blocks the right hand and fires with one of his own! Kar comes back, Predator blocks and fires again! Still on the ring apron, Predator nails Kar with a hard right hand, and then...goes to the top rope? He waits for Kar to face him and...DIVING shoulder block from the top rope! Air time from the six-foot-five three hundred pounder! Kar is down! And The Predator looks over at Mirage...and points at him. Mirage blanches, his scarred face suddenly pleading! He's trying to make a deal with The Predator... He's trying to make peace...THE PREDATOR GRABS MIRAGE AROUND THE THROAT! The crowd goes wild! KAR FROM BEHIND! Kar just nailed The Predator from behind, and Mirage escapes certain beatdown! Kar and Mirage stomping away at The Predator, and now Kar has Predator up...PILEDRIVER! GOOD LORD! But Mirage isn't pinning! He's directing traffic here, and now he has Kar pull Predator up...Kar sits down on Predator with a camel clutch! And Mirage slaps the taste out of Predator's mouth! He's giving Predator the badmouth...WAIT A MINUTE! Predator just STOOD UP with Kar on his back --- backs into the corner, squashing Kar! And again! And again! Kar is dazed, and now Predator scoops him up. Mirage rushes him, Predator puts him down with a boot to the face! And now Predator flips Kar up on his shoulders, it's a TORTURE RACK! Kar is in pain, clearly, waving his hand to submit, but Kar isn't technically IN this match. It will only end with Mirage or The Predator! The Predator maneuevers to the ropes...and dumps Kar right outside! BILL HEWSON: Oh my, Kar just hit the concrete! And now...oh, look at this! Mirage just realized that he's ALL...ALONE...with The Predator! The crowd BUZZES as Mirage, staggering to his feet, realizes exactly what Bill Hewson just said. Slowly, he turns around to face the monster. Predator points a finger at Mirage, who drops to his knee and BEGS. Predator looks around at the crowd, and it's pretty clear that the crowd is as sick and tired of Mirage as The Predator is. He moves in for the kill LOW BLOW. Mirage with a desperate low blow, and now he's firing away! And The Predator sent to the turnbuckleGOODLORDSPEARSPEARSPEAR! The Predator EXPLODES out of the corner with a spear that folds Mirage in half! Oh my gosh! The Predator then, hunches in the corner, motioning for Mirage to get up one more time! Mirage somehow staggers up, turns around...SPEARSPEARSPEAR! But that's not enough! The Predator looks to the crowd, who chant "ONE-MORE, ONE-MORE, ONE-MORE!" The Predator nods and perches in the corner, waiting with springloaded legs! Mirage slowly pulls himself up by the ropes, and then gets to his feet in agony... he turns around... SPEAR SPEAR SPEARRRRRR! The Predator grabs Mirage and hoists him up for one last maneuever! He jams Mirage's head between his legs and puts both hands out to the side. Mirage hoisted UP... AND DOWN IN THE BLUE THUNDER BOMB! Right into the pinfall! The referee FINALLY does ANYTHING in this match, and that's the cover! ONE, TWO, THREE, and it's OVER! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match... THEEEEE...PREDAATTTOOOOOORRRRRR! BILL HEWSON: And MIrage looks like he's been in a car wreck! The Predator came, he saw, he wreaked havoc here tonight on Mirage and the minions! JACK JONES: I'll give him that, but man oh man! I don't know if I'd ever want to show my face in the NAPW again if I was Mirage! BILL HEWSON: We've got to take a commercial right now, but when we return! Technique! The Minstrel! Ravager! Provincial Title on the line! Right now, The Predator stands tall!
BILL HEWSON: Is that a bobble-head of yourself you've just put up on the announce table? JACK JONES: Damn skippy it is, Bill Hewson. Jack "Attack" Jones vintage bobble-heads, from my days as a pro-wrestling champion. They're available again on NAPW's online store! BILL HEWSON: That's super. On that note, our Provincial Title triple threat match is about to begin! With that, "My Ambition Az A Ridah" hits the PA, and Technique steps out of the back and rushes to the ring to a surprising ovation. He hops up on a turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, them mimes a title belt around his waist. BILL HEWSON: Technique looks fired up tonight, Jack Attack. JACK JONES: He should be. This is his first major title match, and he wants to prove that he has what it takes to be a contender, here tonight. As Technique hops down from his perch, "A Man Alone" interrupts Tupac, and Minstrel steps out of the curtains to a chorus of boos. He laughs at the audience on his way to the ring, then at the ref, Technique and Frank Warburton as he steps into it. Technique exchanges a few words with him. JACK JONES: Minstrel is one crazy SOB, Bill Hewson. I wouldn't want to be in the ring with him. And Apocalyptica hits the sound system, setting the crowd on its feet. Ravager steps out of the curtain with the Provincial Title in one hand, and a West Edmonton Mall shopping bag full of hardware in the other. He raises both, wordlessly, as a silent threat to his opponents in the ring. The crowd loves it. Ravager rushes the ring, and both Technique and Minstrel wisely bail for the Champ. BILL HEWSON: Our reigning Provincial Champion looks dangerously intense here tonight, Jack Attack. JACK JONES: But he's been rattled by all of Minstrel's mind game, Hewson. This past week has been rough on the Champ, and Minstrel and Technique would be wise to use that lack of focus to their advantage. FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following TRIPLE THREAT MATCH is for the NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPIONSHIP, and is scheduled for one fall. I have been informed that a last minute stipulation has also been added to this match. BILL HEWSON: A last minute stipulation? FRANK WARBURTON: And it will also be a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH UP. The crowd goes ape. They start chanting "RA-VA-GER, RA-VA-GER" and the champion grins menacingly at his opponents, waving his shopping bag at them. Minstrel laughs uncontrollably outside of the ring. Technique looks like someone just stole Christmas, clearly upset by this latest turn. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, weighing in at TWO hundred pounds, from Airdrie, Alberta... TeeeeeeeCHNIQUE. Introducing second, weighing in at TWO hundred TWENTY one pounds... theeeeee MINSTREL. And finally, he is the current NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION, weighing in at TWO hundred and TEN pounds... RAVAGER! The crowd starts chanting again, and Ravager soaks it up. Technique and Minstrel both slide back into the ring, and there's the bell. This triple threat is under way. Ravager drops his bag of Christmas goodies in a corner, turns, and rushes Minstrel. The Minstrel meets him half way, and the two lock up and begin hammering away at one another in the centre of the ring. Technique watches them, angrily. JACK JONES: Seems someone's just realised that no one is taking him seriously. BILL HEWSON: What a terrible thing to say! Technique has every right to be in this match! Technique rushes to a turnbuckle and bounds to the top, then SENTON DIVE. The first big move of the match, and the spot monkey crashes into his two opponents. Ravager and Minstrel spill across the ring, Minstrel takes this opportunity to slide out of the ring. Ravager quickly takes his feet, steps over, takes Technique by the hair and whips him into a corner. RUNNING KNEE STRIKE from Ravager, and now he lifts Technique up for a half-hour suplex! Technique hangs there, given enough to think about it! REVERSES INTO DDT! Technique kips up and poses for the crowd, who applauds and cheers! BILL HEWSON: Lots of appreciation being shown here. Ravager rolls out of the ring now, and Minstrel is back in the action. He rushes up behind Technique... he has a magician's cane in his hand! CLEARLY no ordinary magician's cane! POW to the back of Technique! There's no DQ's! It's all legal! Minstrel laughs madly and takes another shot at Technique who takes it right in the ribs! Minstrel raises the cane up high, playing the crowd before he hits Technique again, BUT RAVAGER COMES IN FOR THE SAVE! Ravager scoops up Minstrel from behind... DRAGON SUPLEX! Ravager drops an elbow on Minstrel, and pins. ONE! But Technique springs over and breaks the count! All three men, slowly take their feet as the crowd, pounds the floor and guard rail, chanting for blood! They know there's no DQs! They know Ravager has weapons! Ravager, in his corner now, reaching into the bag... he pulls out a HAMMER. The crowd is on its feet! JACK JONES: Things are about to get messy, Hewson. You may want to cover your eyes! Ravager turns, hammer held high, but Minstrel catches him with a toe kick! CLIMB UP ENZIGURI! Ravager collapses in a heap, and the crowd boos Minstrel. The Minstrel boos HIMSELF, giving himself a thumbs down! SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP FROM TECHNIQUE! ONE! TWO! Minstrel BARELY kicks out! Technique doesn't miss a beat, he springs over Ravager! ONE! TWO! Kick out again, and Technique pounds on the mat angrily! BILL HEWSON: Great showing from Technique, but the frustration seems to be mounting. Minstrel kicks Technique square in the back of the head. He picks Technique up for an inverted DDT, looks up to laugh at the crowd... CRACK! RAVAGER WITH THE HAMMER! Smack on the top of Minstrel's head! Minstrel staggers, shouts "WHOOPIE!" Then flops flat on his face! Technique staggers, Ravager goes to give him the same treatment, STANDING DROPKICK! Ravager tumbles across the ring, and Technique is FIRED UP! Ravager takes his feet, Technique with a flying lariat! Ravager rises again, another flying lariat! Ravager rises a third time, dazed, Technique grapples, rushes the corner... CROSSBONES in the corner! Rolls up Ravager! Can it be!? ONE! TWO! SMACK! Minstrel, blood in his hair, NAILS Technique in the head with Ravager's hammer, and laughs madly as Technique covers his head and rolls slowly from the ring. BILL HEWSON: Good lord! Technique's been busted open! Outside the ring, a stunned Technique rises with blood streaming down his face, and slumps against the guard rail. In the ring, Ravager has dragged himself to his corner. Minstrel does a flappy dance around the ring with the hammer, then goes to hit Ravager with it, STAPLEGUN! GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN! Ravager came up with the staple gun and stapled Minstrel right in the chest! Minstrel howls in shock and pain, and drops the hammer. Ravager lunges at him! STAPLE, STAPLE, STAPLE! Trickles of blood appear all over Minstrel's chest where Ravager is going CRAZY with the staple gun! The crowd can't make up it's mind if it should be chanting "HOLY SH!T! HOLY SH!T!" or "HE'S HARDCORE! HE'S HARDCORE!" Ravager, scoops up Minstrel, Northern Lights Suplex with the cradle! PinNO! Minstrel powers out, turns it over into a victory slide! ONE! TWO! Kick out from the champion! Both men rise, TECHNIQUE OUT OF NOWHERE! Double clothesline off the top rope! All three men down in the ring! The crowd is stamping away, giving all three men energy. The referee begins counting. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! They all begin to stir... FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT... Ravager and Minstrel are up on their feet. Technique rushes the champion, Ravager catches! He swings him around into a tilt-a-whirl STUNGUN! Techniques head snaps off the top rope! THIS IS OVER! Technique folds in on himself and Ravager hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! NO REFEREE! Minstrel sends the ref flying over the top rope! THERE ARE NO DQ'S! He has that damned magicians cane again and begins hammering away at Ravager and Technique! Ravager's been cut in the head! All three men are now busted open! The crowd loves it! BILL HEWSON: Look at all the blood! JACK JONES: We're going to need an ambulance... for the WINNER here! Ravager is laid out in the ring. Technique has slumped in a corner. MINSTREL ON THE TOP ROPE! KILLING JOKE! ...NOBODY'S HOME! RAVAGER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Minstrel, chest already full of staples, thrashes in the ring! The referee slides back into the ring just as Technique retakes his feet. He shouts out to the audience, who shout back to him! He stamps a foot on the ground and motions for one of his opponents to take their feet! Ravager is the first, shakily rising, Technique rushes at him, LEAPS! He's caught mid air by Ravager! The champion hoists him up and swings around to the turnbuckle! SUPERBRAINBUSTER! Technique crumples! Ravager reaches down and picks up Technique AGAIN! BILL HEWSON: He can't be serious! What's he doing!? JACK JONES: Taking out the competition, Bill Hewson! Taking out the competition. Ravager hoists up Technique like a rag doll for a SECOND brainbuster! LOWBLOW! Minstrel from behind! Ravager howls in pain and drops Technique RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! Technique lands on the GUARDRAIL and collapses in a heap. Minstrel now, bends Ravager backwards! Ravager is hanging from the top rope and Minstrel...INVERTED DDT! FROM THE TOP ROPE! RAVAGER IS DOWN! There's a roll up... Minstrel pulls the tights... AND GETS HIS LEGS ON THE ROPES! NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here's is your winner... and NEW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION! Theeee MINSTREL! BILL HEWSON: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! THIS CROWD IS GOING NUTS! The crowd is going batsh!t! Minstrel grabs the title from the referee and beats a hasty retreat, laughing wildly at Ravager the whole way, and clutching at his head and chest. Before he quite makes it to the back, the crowd has begun chanting "RA-VA-GER! TECHNIQUE! RA-VA-GER! TECHNIQUE!" and it quickly turns into "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" BILL HEWSON: A lot of love from this crowd! They appreciated the hard work these two men put into this match! JACK JONES: I can't blame them, Bill Hewson. We might be looking at the losers, but it was one hell of a match! Ravager slowly rises; blood and sweat mixing with a pained look on his face. Technique slides into the ring too, clutching at his ribs, wiping blood from his eyes. The two exchange a glance as the crowd continues chanting, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" Ravager and Technique both raise their arms, and the crowd begins cheering and applauding wildly as we go to commercial.
BILL HEWSON: And welcome back to Monday Night Fights, ladies and gentlemen! The Nexus One on his way to the ring for our Christmas Chaos tag team match, the last tag match of 2005! JACK JONES: Kinda brings a tear to your eye, eh Hewson? To auld lang syne! BILL HEWSON: ... yes. Mixed reaction for Rex Caliber, tonight. He's going to be teaming with the Beast, a squad that'll pit two Action! opponents with each other. While Rex and Static have surprised most of NAPW with their teamwork, one has to wonder how these two can co-exist, when both are chasing those tag team titles! JACK JONES: I think they'll be fine, Hewson. I guess you weren't among those who tuned in to NAPW.ca this week. Those who did were able to see as Richards and Caliber got together to work on tag team moves. I figure that if they would've torn each others' heads off at any time, they would've done it then. As Rex acknowledges his small-but-growing number of Freaks of Nature in the building tonight, "Son of a Bush" kicks up. Out comes Bruce "the Beast" Richards to a plethora of boos, sans Coach Jago and Stylin' Kyle. He's looking slightly tired, perhaps due to keeping Kyle away from bears all weekend. Bruce's stride reeks of professionalism, his expression is very businesslike as he slides into the ring and eyes Caliber. JACK JONES: There's the knowledge, here, Hewson, that they both could indeed screw each other, but also a respect that says that they won't. I think that, for tonight, they'll make a fine team. The Beast and the Nexus One convene in a corner to talk as TRAPT starts up, and the Immortal makes his way to the ring to a smattering of cheers, sans the beaten up Technique. BILL HEWSON: Now, Jack Jones, since you were watching NAPW.ca this week so closely, what can you tell us about the Immortal? He lifted 875 pounds like it was paperweight! JACK JONES: Well, Hewson, it's that childhood in exile! You try growing up having been kicked out of your own house, maybe you can lift twice your size! BILL HEWSON: Ah... Jack, tha--that's Mirage... JACK JONES: Oh. Right. Well, the Immortal, I mean, 875 pounds! Rex and the Beast can scheme and plot all they want, but how they're going to beat this guy, who can lift both of them up at the same time... I have no idea. The Immortal waits outside the ring and talks trash to Rex and the Beast, who respond in kind. All of a sudden, FLAMING YOUTH and a BIG POP for Michael Johnston! One half of the tag-team champions, sans Tiffany and Cameron Scott, JOGS out to the ring! He's got his trademark smile and casual Friday clothes going, his tag gold can be seen for miles. He slides underneath the ropes, fakes a shot at Static and hits the turnbuckles, showing off that belt. BILL HEWSON: The fans love Mike the Dude, Jack! FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Christmas Chaos tag team match! First... he hails from Parts Unknown, North Carolina, and is known as "the Nexus One." Ladies and gentlemen, RRRRRRREXXX! CALIBERRRR! His tag team partner, from St. Albert, Alberta... he is one-half of the NEW and Improved D-X... BRUCE--THE BEAST!--RRRRICHARDS! Rex takes a second to pose for photos. FRANK WARBURTON: Their opponents... first, he hails from Parts Unknown and is one-half of ImMORtal Techniiique... the IMMOOOORTAL! And finally... one-half of the... NEEEEEEEEW! NAPW! TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! From Ft. SasKATchewan, Alberta!...Ladies and gentlemen, MICHAEL--K--JOOOOHNSTON! JACK JONES: I think it's interesting that not one of these guys brought out their tag team partners or managers, despite all of them having one or the other. BILL HEWSON: Good point. Tonight's match will definitely be mano y mano... y mano y mano... aaand BIG ovation for Michael Johnston here tonight, Jack Jones, which neither Rex nor Bruce Richards seem to appreciate! And they let him KNOW! Before we can even get a DING DING DING, Caliber and Richards run right at Immortal and Johnston, fists-a-flyin'! Richards seems to still be angry about the tag title loss and is taking it RIGHT to Johnston--right out of the ring! The Beast and Mike Johnston just tumbled through the ropes in a whirlwind of violence, and they're still going at it. Caliber's taking it to Immortal in the corner, then reverse, Immortal's taking it to Caliber with strong lefts and rights. Knee lift to Immortal's gut, tosses him back in the corner and goes to work with punches as the crowd sings along. One, two, three--where's the referee, Dick Kiebiech to get Rex back down? Outside the ring, trying to seperate the Beast from the Dude. Rex summons up all the strength he has in him to irish whip the big man into the opposite turnbuckle, and FLIES at him with a big corner splash! JACK JONES: Rex Caliber probably figures that he won't be able to out-power the Immortal, so he's diving deep into his arsenal to find the technical and even aerial moves to get the duke. As the referee finally gets the situation under control, the Immortal's staggered out of the corner. Rex bounces off the ropes, chop-block to the Immortal. He doesn't go down, though, Rex is looking surprised. Quick like lightning, off the ropes, bam! Another chop-block takes down the Immortal. Rex going to work on the knee, now, with two quick elbowdrops to the inner part of the knee in quick succession. With one of his arms, he keeps Immortal's leg exposed--quick leg grapevine. Immortal scoots out of it quick enough, but he's still down--Rex looking for the Cloverleaf? Already? Immortal gets out of it, but is trapped in the bad guys corner. BILL HEWSON: Immortal managed to escape that Texas Cloverleaf of Rex's, but he's got himself in a bad way now! Indeed, he is, as shown when the Beast takes Immortal's arms behind his back and Rex goes to work with punches in the chest and stomach. Mike Johnston tries getting in the ring, but that, of course, is only met with the ref trying to keep him out. This lets Rex grapevine Immortal's knee in the ropes in the corner, and the Beast add pressure. Soon, the situation is more normal and Rex tags in Bruce to face an ailing Immortal. Bruce lays some boots to Immortal in the corner, before switching his angle and whipping him into the ropes. Immortal ducks a clothesline, but can't block Bruce's drop toe hold, which is quickly turned into--figure four? Indeed, Bruce has latched on a figure four leglock, and Immortal's flailing about. He's straining to the ropes...he makes it! Bruce acts quickly to tag in Rex. Immortal staggers to his feet with boots from Rex, Rex picks him up--release German suplex--Rex gets up quickly, cloverleaf/flipover/pinfall! One, two, Johnston breaks it up! Johnston with the elbow to Rex's head, and in comes the Beast! Beast meets Johnston with a clothesline over the top rope, and back they are to brawling at ringside. The ref seems to be saying, "Ah, let them have at it" as he stays in the ring to monitor that situation. Meanwhile, the Beast and Johnston are laying into each other outside, Johnston showing those flashes of fury that he was wishing he could do in the ring. Sets Beast up on the guardrail with chops to the chest, Beast is prone, Johnston takes quick advantage, hopping onto the ring apron and JUMPING OFF--MOONSAULT onto the prone Beast! BILL HEWSON: Richards almost went into the crowd there! As Johnston and Richards take a quick breather, we focus back on the in-ring action, where Caliber's just whipped Immortal into the ropes--going for a dropkick, but Immortal hangs onto the ropes and Caliber ends up flat on his face. Back up in a flash, though, only to met with BIG BOOT by Immortal! Caliber--back up--quick? again? big kick to the gut from Immortal, he's setting him up, POWERBO--Rex squirts out! HUGE clothesline from Immortal! BILL HEWSON: JOHNSTON WITH A CHAIRSHOT! Baaack to the outside, where Mike Johnston has just LAID OUT the Beast with a steel chair! He haphazardly tosses it into the ring at the very second that the referee comes back outside to try to restrain the two--right at Immortal's feet. Uh oh. Immortal picks Rex Caliber back up again--CHOKESLAM ON THE DAMN CHAIR! No WAY is Rex getting up from that! Game over! Immortal moves the chair out of the ring just as the ref, responding to the slam, gets back in the ring to count the pin that Immortal puts on, somewhat lazily. One, two-- BILL HEWSON: STATIC OFF THE TOP ROPE!? JACK JONES: Where did he come from?! Nobody in the arena would be able to answer that, but before you can say "suck my voodoo," off the rope comes Static in the nick of time with a double leg drop that puts an end to that pin. BILL HEWSON: Static--what does this match mean for him?! He's actually helping Caliber out! JACK JONES: Tag team partners, Hewson, you gotta stick up for your mates! Watch out! Hewson and Jones quickly pack up and get out as Johnston and Richards come their way, brawling. Richards seems to have the upper hand, that moonsault must've taken a lot out of the Dude. Bruce slams his head into the ring apron, heads for the timekeeper's arena--he's got the ring bell! Holding it up really high for all to see, and for extra heat. Bruce runs at Johnston--Johnston ducks!-- BILL HEWSON: TIFFANY WITH A PUMP KICK! JACK JONES: Kicked that ring bell right in Richards' face! The Beast is OUT! And the crowd goes NUTS as Tiffany leads them into a cheer over the fallen D-X member: "K-I-C-K-A-S-S! *clapclapclapclap, clap clap!* That's the way we beat D-X!" The cheers don't last longer, however, as Tiffany gets away in time to escape STATIC--PLANCHA ONTO JOHNSTON--SUPERKICK! Static went for a plancha onto the Dude and caught a superkick to the face for his troubles! And here comes Coach Jago! BILL HEWSON: Coach Jago--trying to prove to D-X that he can still help out! JACK JONES: Coach Jago's looking a little funny... new shoes? Coach Jago's RUNNING down the aisle, all the way to the broadcasters area, where Richards and Static are laid out--clothesline to Johnston! Now he's laying the boots to Static and Johnston, Jago's looking fierce tonight! In the ring--Rex, up, finally, after the chokeslam onto the chair--high cradle suplex on the monster Immortal! Holy hell, how'd he get him up? Jago's picked up Johnston and Static by the hair, he's dragging them to the top of the key--WHIPS Static into the guardrail with authority! Now he's got Johnston, about to do the same on the other side--irish whip--Johnston reverses-- BILL HEWSON: CAM SCOTT FROM THE CROWD! Indeed, Cameron Scott dives off the guardrail he's standing on, from the crowd, and LINEBACKER TACKLES the life RIGHT out of Coach Jago! Cam Scott gets up to posture for the crowd, currently going B-A-N-A-N-A-S--Johnston notices something. He picks up Coach Jago by the hair, his glasses are falling off... Mike taps Scott on the back... JACK JONES: Coach Jago's 'stache is lookin' a little... out of sorts right now... Johnston RIPS off the mustache, SLAPS off the cap! BILL HEWSON: Stylin' Kyle Roberts! The supposedly CONCUSSED Stylin' Kyle Roberts, who would 'not be at ringside tonight I swear!' JACK JONES: ...what is that, sarcasm? Geez! Say what you MEAN, Bill! Indeed, it's Stylin' Kyle Roberts, still wearing that bad wig and track suit. He gives the crowd one of those amazing, over-astonished looks as they crack up... WHAM! BLACK RUSSIAN! And Tiff is back, cheering on the boys, the Dudes, tag champs! And in the ring, Rex Caliber's finally locked on that Texas Cloverleaf on the big man! He's barely got it on, all those moves to the knees must've helped out the cause. Immortal's close to tapping, Rex has got him RIGHT in the center of the ring--Johnston off the top rope--PLANTS Rex Caliber with a DDT! JACK JONES: That's one way to break a hold! Into the ring comes Cam Scott--where's the ref in all this? Immortal goes into the corner to heal his wounds as Scott picks Caliber up--Johnston to the other side--SUPER NECK CRICK! And the Dudes can barely get up before STATIC--no, TECHNIQUE! Beaten and battered, Technique is here to help his tag partner! Static's on the top rope, ready to jump off onto both of the Dudes--Technique's got him up top! HolyshiTechnique going for a bulldog to the outside! TECHNIQUE--THERE'S THE MAYOR! Fleming's punching Technique from the apron--TIFF with a low blow to Fleming! He crumples like wet tissue! STATIC tosses Technique off the top rope, to the guardrail! DUDES--doubleteam suplex off the top turnbuckle on Static! Everyone is down, the crowd is going crazy! JACK JONES: These guys want to leave everything they have in '05 right here, Hewson! After a momentary pause in action to simply let everyone get their breath, none other than the Beast is the first to hit the ring. He's bleeding pretty good from Tiff's kick, not a crimson mask, but close. At about the same time, up come the Dudes, hot off of administering two sweet double-team moves, which they're well aware of. What they're not so well aware of is the Beast--double clothesline over the top rope! Fleming and Tiff in a catfight on the outside! Static's slid himself out of the ring by now, we've got the Beast, Rex, and Immortal still in. Immortal's the freshest, coming right from the corner he was resting in to head into battle. His knee's banged, up, though, from the repeated assault of Rex's technical arsenal. Immortal's charging at the Beast, plodding--ROBERTSCHAIR! Stylin' Kyle from the ring apron with a chairshot to Immortal's shoulders and head--right into the Beast's arms! Beast and Caliber exchange a look--Beast with a full nelson on Immortal! Caliber to the second rope! How can they pull this off... Beast fullnelsonCaliberclothesline! Immortal--is--OUT. Kyle slides out, where's Dick Kiebiech?! Rex with a pin! THERE'S the ref! Not like this! One, two, three, it's done! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... REX CALIBER...AND THE BEAST! BILL HEWSON: Jack Jones, you were right! These guys left it all in the ring tonight, what a show! JACK JONES: You can say that again, Hewson. Pure pandemonium in the ring tonight. NAPW's tag division is one of the strongest aspects of the whole federation, and you just saw it on display tonight! STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS: Wait, panda? Did you say panda? Stylin' Kyle, after carrying the bloody Beast from battle, has joined the commentary team for a quick post-match interview. BILL HEWSON: No, no, Kyle... Pandemonium. It was crazy out there! STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS: Ughhh... they TOLD me that the ring was bear-proof tonight! Let's go, Bruce, c'mon! All of the tag teamers and their partners or managers are seen staggering up the aisle in some condition or another. BILL HEWSON: What a match... JACK JONES: It was CHRISTMAS CHAOS! BILL HEWSON: We are going to take our last TWO commercial breaks now. Please don't go away. As soon as we get this chaos sorted out, the cage will be set up. In just a few minutes... D! CASINO! Inside a fifteen foot high steel cage! If you miss this one...well, just don't miss it!
JACK JONES: Well Bill Hewson, two weeks ago D! and Chris Casino didn't have anything to do with each other. My good friend Terry Brandon brought Casino to NAPW a couple weeks ago, and I'll tell you: He doesn't manage just ANYBODY. And hey, with Terry Brandon guiding his career, it's no surprise he became an immediate contender to D!'s title belt. But this is about more than just a title, it's become personal! BILL HEWSON: Certainly Chris Casino has made comments about D!'s personal life and history that some would consider offensive and over the line... JACK JONES: That's just it, Chris Casino has thrown D! off of his game. He's made him angry, and even though an angry D! isn't a GOOD thing, Chris Casino clearly has the mental advantage. He's in control, he's calm, he's collected, and he's been able to play with D!'s head. Honestly, the champion, in my opinion, is the underdog tonight! BILL HEWSON: I don't know if he would be the underdog after the wars D! has been through in his young career, but there is no denying that the bad blood between Casino and the reigning champion will be ended here tonight in this steel cage! It'll keep both men in, it'll keep anybody else --- including Terry Brandon --- OUT. JACK JONES: Just remember who called it: Chris CASINO called for the cage match. You know he's got a plan, Bill Hewson. BILL HEWSON: I don't doubt that for a minute, but don't you dare count the champion out! D! has too much heart, too much desire, too much passion for this business and the NAPW Title to just roll over and quit! Chris Casino will have to bring EVERYTHING he has to win this match, and that's all there is to it! The cage is almost together, let's bring out the combatants! And with that, Frank Sinatra breaks through the hum of crowd noise. Instantly the crowd turns vicious, and when Terry Brandon - briefcase in hand - leads Chris Casino through the curtain, they just get LOUDER. Casino, long blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing long tights, wears a smug grin. Terry Brandon passes the camera and shouts at it "The next NAPW Champion right here, this man, this wrestler, the guy not named D!" before passing on. Casino laughs as they make their way to the ring. The final wall of the cage is being set up as Brandon & Casino have one final strategy meeting before Casino enters the cage door. The camera tries to get in to hear what's being said, but Casino mugs it with one hand and shoves it away. Brandon slaps his man on the shoulders, firing him up, "THIS IS IT, CHAMP, THIS IS IT!" Casino jogs on the spot and then steps casually through the cage door. He extends his arms to the side, mugging for the camera to a rain of boos. A full cup of beer or pop sails over the cage, which Casino neatly avoids, only garnering more boos from the audience. He begins to tug on the blue chainlink fence, testing it for any weaknesses... "RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT ---- BEFORE YOUR EYES!" BILL HEWSON: And this place has come UNGLUED! THE CHAMPION IS HERE! D! --- IS! HERE! The Snitches rip through your skull and D! ... RUSHES TO THE RING. The NAPW champ wants to get his hands on Chris Casino, he storms up the stairs and into the ring and IT'S ON! DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN AND D! IS FIRING RIGHTS AND LEFTS AT CASINO! Head NAPW referee Dick Keibich locks the cage door, the bell rings, and once again tonight Frank Warburton doesn't get to do his job! The NAPW Champion is all over Chris Casino, smacking him senseless! D! pops off Casino and roars to the crowd, who respond in kind! He yanks Casino up the ponytail and sends him FLYING into the side of the cage! Casino stumbles off and D! sends him into the OTHER side of the cage --- and then D! grabs him by the hair and drags him into the corner! Chris Casino's face sent into the turnbuckle one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN TIMES! The NAPW Champion --- ON FIRE! Chris Casino --- FLOPS TO THE CANVAS! THE CHANTS RING OUT! "D! D! D! D! D! D! D!" D! pulls Chris Casino up and begins to pepper him with martial arts blows! Rights, lefts, it's a pre-barrage barrage, and Casino is backed into the corner yet again! He wants a rope break, but this is a STEEL CAGE MATCH! Terry Brandon is bouncing around the outside, non-stop chatter and encouragement for Casino coming from his mouth! D! tells Brandon to "Watch this!" ... and sends Casino into the ropes! Which means Casino on the rebound hits back first into the cage, staggers out and... GETS THE ROUNDHOUSE! He's dropped, D! covers, one, two, kick out by Casino! BILL HEWSON: Near fall by the champion, and it's been ALL D! since the opening bell! Chris Casino's mental games may have backfired on him! JACK JONES: Bill, Bill, Bill... do you really think Terry Brandon and Chris Casino weren't expecting this? Just watch! D!, on top of Casino, just peppers him with flying fists o' fury! Chris Casino trying to cover up! D! pops up and again hauls Casino up by the pony tail, which is starting to come unbound from the rough treatment. He signals to the crowd, winds up...and HITS ANOTHER ROUNDHOUSE, this one sending Casino spinning, ending up draped over the top rope in a daze. D! looks left, looks right, hits the ropes, HEAD O' STEAMCASINOMOVES! D! strings up in the ropes as Casino...was PLAYING POSSUM. He taps his head, because you see he's smarter than you, and then proceeds to kick D! out of the ropes and into the cage! The champion is between the ring ropes and cage on the ring apron and Chris Casino, he knows it, DROPKICK! Right to the face of D!, knocking him back into the steel! Casino grabs the champ by the head and DROPS him down onto the top rope for a stungun! D! gasping for breath as Chris Casino twirls around for the crowd to "GET A GOOD LOOK AT YOUR NEXT CHAMP!". BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Casino smirks and steps through the ropes, grabbing D! by the ears, and he's grating D!'s face into the steel! "ARGHHHHH!" D! holding his face, STILL between the ropes and the cage OH MAN! Casion with a VIOLENT boot to the back of D!'s head, smashing D!'s face into the cage! Casino grabs the champion by the leg and yanks him through the ropes into the ring! BILL HEWSON: Chris Casino now in control, and oh my gosh! D!...The NAPW Champion has been busted WIDE open by that unforgiving steel cage! JACK JONES: And the blood begins to flow! Yeesh, this is turning into the most violent night in NAPW history! The champion bleeding severely, glistening red blood streaming from a gash in his forehead, and Chris Casino JAMS HIS KNUCKLES right into the wound! Casino directly targetting the torn forehead of D!, and that's gotta leave the champion in pain! D! fires off a snap kick, but Casino catches the leg and drops down, sending D! again face-first into the cage! Chris Casino grabs the back of the pants and the hair and sends D! through the second and third rope, face first into the steel again! OH MY! Casino drops an elbow into the small of D!'s back as he lays dangling on the ropes! Casino drags the champ out... "THERE'S YOUR CHAMP!" Casino yells to HEAT before hitting a STIFF snap suplex in the center of the ring! Casino pulls D! up and does it again. Casino takes a moment to claw at the gaping wound on D!'s forehead, digging his fingers into it viciously! D! rolls away in pain and panic, kicking the canvas. BILL HEWSON: Nobody, not even THE PLAGUE, has treated the NAPW Champion this way! Chris Casino is a son of a --- JACK JONES: Easy, Bill, keep yourself impartial! BILL HEWSON: Oh, that's rich coming from you, Terry Brandon's best friend! JACK JONES: I call it as I see it! And I call Chris Casino SUPLEXING D! right into the side of the cage! The referee in all of this is trying to stay out of the path of carnage as Casino suplexes D! INTO the side of the cage, and lets go, letting D! drop ungainfully to the ring apron, half tangled in the ropes on the way down! D! manages to avoid landing on top of his head, but Chris Casino immediately lays in the stomps, then pulling down on the bottom rope as he GRINDS the heel of his boot into D!'s face! WHAM. Kick again sends D!'s head into the cage. And then Chris Casino takes a break, going to the center of the ring to let the fan's know that he's the REAL MAN. Casino looks upon D!, crawling through the ropes and trying to pull himself back up, and he rubs his hands in anticipation. D! is up, barely, and oh my gosh. His face is COVERED in blood! Casino stomps the canvas, D! turns around, SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK! IT CONNECTS! Chris Casino hooks the leg, ONE, TWO, THREEEEEEENOOOOO! D! GETS! THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND! Casino audibly curses and then fires a right hand at D!... and D! just TAKES IT! What the HELL? D! tells Casino to hit him again! Casino wallops him, D! almost drops, but he somehow stands! D! sees blood on his hands! "DO IT AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" D! screams, and Casino fires away, D! returns fire, IT EXPLODES! D! CASINO! RIGHT HAND VERSUS RIGHT HAND, and Casino takes the worst of it, so he changes plans and hits the ropes SPINEBUSTER! D! JUST USED THE PLAGUE'S SPINEBUSTER ON CHRIS CASINO! SPINNING LEG DROP! D! COVERS, ONE, TWO, NO! CASINO KICKS OUT! BILL HEWSON: And this capacity crowd at NAIT thought that was IT! D! using The Plague's spinebuster, in homage to the man he retired... and now both men are down! D! is wearing the proverbial crimson mask! JACK JONES: Not to mention that his blood has gotten all over Chris Casino. But it's D! who's bleeding, he needs to end this match NOW before the blood loss overcomes him! Both men slow to get up, and Casino manages a boot to the gut to stun the champion! Irish whip sends D! to the ropes, he bangs on the cage wall and stumbles out into a HURACANRANA---NO! D! holds him up at the top and drops backwards, sending Chris Casino FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE! Casino pops back up, walks three steps, and promptly splats on his face! D! pulls himself up by the ropes, fighting through the pain and blood, and pulls Casino up. Now CASINO is bleeding from the forehead! Both men are bleeding! D! grabs Casino by the hair and takes him to the cage, smashing his head into it! AGAIN! AGAIN! The crowd counting as D! rapidly and repeatedly slams Casino's face into the cage! And now it's D! grinding Chris Casino's face against the cage, Casino yelling in pain as his blood gets all over that blue steel! D! lets go and Chris Casino staggers backwards...SLEEPERHOLD! NYQUIL DRIVER! LEG HOOKED, ONE, TWO, TH---NO! CASINO KICKS OUT! D! slaps the mat in frustration and hauls Chris Casino up again, sending him to the turnbuckle! STINGER SPLASH NOBODY HOME! D! turns around INTO ANOTHER SUPERKICK! That sends the champion down again in a heap! BILL HEWSON: This could be all, and...what the hell is Chris Casino doing? He's climbing the steel cage! Has he had enough of D!? This match only ends by pinfall or submission, so I don't know why Chris Casino is going up! JACK JONES: I actually agree with you, this is wasting precious time! Chris Casino should have capitalized on the superkick... OH NO! CHRIS! DON'T DO IT! TERRY, TELL HIM TO GET DOWN! BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! CHRIS CASINO IS ON THE TOP OF THE STEEL CAGE! AND HE'S LOOKING DOWN AT D! THE CHAMPION IS MOTIONLESS IN THE RING... CHRIS CASINO! OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE WITH AN ELBOW DROP! AND IT'S PICTURE PERFECT ON TOP OF D!! BUT HE CAN'T CAPITALIZE! Jack Jones, Chris Casino hurt himself on that move! JACK JONES: Well...no KIDDING! IT WAS THE TOP OF THE CAGE! The crowd, stunned and on their feet, chants "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" Chris Casino and D! lie motionless on the canvas, both men's chests rising in huge waves as they try to get air back into their lungs. CASINO! ROLLS OVER! ARM ON D! THE COUNT! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEESHOULDER! UP! JACK JONES: NO! NO! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! BILL HEWSON: THE CHAMP---THE CHAMP WILL NOT DIE! D! WILL NOT DIE! And Chris Casino MOANS in frustration and pain, Terry Brandon meanwhile is bouncing around on the outside, hands on the sides of his head in complete and utter SHOCK that the match did not end! Chris Casino, however, is still the first up, since he had D! as his 'soft landing.' Casino then, bleeding profusely, his blond hair stained RED, screams that "IT'S OVER!" The champion looks to be unconscious on the canvas, and Chris Casino...is going to the top rope! CA$H OUT...D! MOVES! CASINO HITS CANVAS! The NAPW CHAMPION...SWIFTLY with a half-deranged look on his face...LOCKS IN PLEASANT CYCLING! HE CINCHES BACK! THERE'S NOWHERE FOR CHRIS CASINO TO GO! HE'S SCREAMING IN PAIN! BILL HEWSON: D! HAS IT LOCKED ON! THERE'S NO ROPE BREAK! THERE'S NOWHERE TO GO! CHRIS CASINO HAS TO REVERSE IT...OR TAP OUT! AND---wait a minute, where is Terry Brandon going? JACK JONES: Hey, I don't know what he's doing! Your guess is as good as mine! BILL HEWSON: Terry Brandon has just taken off through the curtain to the back...ABANDONING Chris Casino in the ring! Casino, though, he IS FIGHTING the pain! But look at D! Look at the champion! He wants to make Casino tap out! He wants to make him suffer for all that he's said the past few weeks! JACK JONES: My god, I've never seen the champion look like this! ...didn't think he had it in him! D! IS SITTING WAAAAAY BACK, SCREAMING "TAP! TAAAAAAAP! TAAAAAAAAP!" The referee asks Casino, who's now BITING HIS FINGERS to prevent from submitting! Casino trying desperately to hold on, but he's TRAPPED--- BILL HEWSON: And Casino...he might just be...he might just be... HE---OH MY GOD! HERE COMES TERRY BRANDON... JACK JONES: ...WITH D-X! BILL HEWSON: I thought we'd seen the last of them tonight---wait! What the HELL are they doing out here? What the --- what's going on? Terry Brandon waves THE BEAST and STYLIN' KYLE through the curtain and they immediately rush the ring! Brandon follows and hands off his briefcase to KYLE, who tosses it waaaaay up and over into the cage! The Beast is scaling the one side! Kyle now scales the other! Terry Brandon just grabbed the timekeeper and DECKED HIM! He's searching his pockets for the cage door key! Meanwhile, D! has somehow in his anger noticed that D-X is climing the cage! D! climbs the cage and meets The Beast at the top! He's firing away on The Beast, but Kyle is over the top! D! jumps down, leaving The Beast recovering near the top of the cage, and then goes up to meet Kyle! BUT WAIT! CHRIS CASINO IS UP! AND HAS THE STEEL BRIEFCASE! WHAM! RIGHT TO THE BACK OF D! D! drops down and turns around INTO A BRIEFCASE TO THE FACE! Kyle drops down, The Beast drops down, Chris Casino COVERS D!... NOT LIKE THIS. NOT LIKE THIS. ONE! TWO! THREEEEE...EEEEEE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...and NEEWWWWWWWWWWW NAPW CHAMPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN...CHRIS! CASEEEEEEEEENOOOOOO! BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! And...THE MATCH IS OVER! Now what the hell is going on? Terry Brandon unlocks the cage door and steps in, laughing triumphantly as The Beast and Stylin' Kyle take turns stiffing D! Brandon hands Casino the title belt and then locks the cage door...before opening his briefcase and putting the key inside! The camera can't quite see what's IN the briefcase before Brandon locks it shut! D-X has D!...DOWN AND DIRTY! D! is beaten and bloody, there's no need for this! Now The Beast hauls D! up, hands him off to Kyle, who puts him on his shoulders... NO! NO! EMERALD FUSION! Stylin' Kyle just planted D! And Chris Casino is loving every minute of this! Casino saying let's get him some more, Kyle & Casino pull D! up... and The Beast is flexing his fingers. Hand around D!'s throat...NO! NO! THE CHOKESLAM! And wait...Stylin' Kyle just...HE'S GOT THE BEAR-TAMER LOCKED ONTO D! He's going to break D!'s back! Look at Chris Casino, getting down on his belly and holding the NAPW Title belt right in D!'s agonized face! BILL HEWSON: WHY are D-X doing this? Terry Brandon ...applauding, that's sick! We need some help out here! D!...D! has already lost the title, what is this FOR --- THE DECAPITATORS! JACK JONES: Look out! BILL HEWSON: Axe & Diamond are trying to scale the cage to rescue their friend --- oh my! The Beast just met Axe at the top with a swing of the briefcase! Casino knocks Diamond down to the ringside! Here they come again! Stylin' Kyle lets go of the Bear-Tamer and climbs up to meet Diamond, who stiffs him, but Kyle manages to get a shot in, and then shoves Diamond back down! THE DUDES! MIKE JOHNSTON AND CAM SCOTT ARE OUT! THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS trying to get in the door, but Terry Brandon has locked it and the key inside the ring! The Dudes try to climb the cage, Casino meets one, The Beast meets another! Meanwhile in the ring, D! is trying to stand up... HE SWINGS WILDLY AT THE BEAST! HE'S FIGHTING CASINO FROM BEHIND WITH THE NAPW TITLE BELT! Right to the back of D!'s face! KHAOS IS OUT! KHAOS TRYING TO HELP D! There's five men trying to get up, but D-X is meeting them every which way with the briefcase and punches! Casino just grabbed Khaos on top NO! KHAOS SENT DOWN THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE! The Beast nails Cameron Scott with the briefcase and he goes down! Mike Johnston to his partner's aid! And now D-X holds D! up on either side, Casino screaming at them to "STAND HIM UP! STAND HIM UP!" D! is bloody. Beaten. Battered. Still trying to fight, trying to survive. BILL HEWSON: NO! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! CHRIS CASINO WITH THE TITLE BELT TO D!'S FACE! JACK JONES: I think...we witnessing a new genesis in the NAPW! These men are the elite, they are not just new & improved! You are looking at the best NAPW has to offer! BILL HEWSON: The best? THE BEST? They've just stolen the title from D! This has all been meditated and planned by that man there, your best friend Terry Brandon! And now The Best, Stylin' Kyle, and NEW NAPW CHAMPION CHRIS CASINO each ascend one corner of the cage, and to the most deafening boos yet tonight, they each raise their arms and brag to the crowd. Casino smiles sickly through his crimson mask, Kyle looks cocky and certainly not concussed, The Beast? ...pleased. In the ring, D! is unconscious, his face a bloody mess, as Terry Brandon claps smugly. BILL HEWSON: This is the last show of 2005 for the NAPW...we never expected it to end this way! Folks...have a safe christmas and new year... my God! We've got a new champion! And a dangerous alliance of men! D-X and Chris Casino...good night! In a strange paradox, Sinatra plays through the crowd's violent boos to cap off the evening with D-X & Casino standing more than tall...
They're on TOP.
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