MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS01/02/2006"I want this to explode." Lights FLASH! Smoke RISES! Four hundred plus wrestling fans ROAR!
"LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH! Boy Charlie's "OVER WITH" punches you in the face with hard rock goodness, and that can only mean one thing: NAPW Monday Night Fights is ON THE AIR in TWENTY-AUGHT-SIX! Production values? Still close-to-ECW, but indie as hell! The ring? Still dirty white with black apron and red ring ropes! The commentating desk? Still nestled near the far wall - and still manned by the one-two punch of veteran play-by-play man BILL HEWSON and legendary west coast wrestler, the retired JACK ATTACK JONES. BILL HEWSON: Welcome wrestling fans, welcome in the new year once again to Edmonton's own NEW! ALBERTA! PRO! WRESTLING! And this is MONDAY NIGHT FIGHTS! I'm Bill Hewson alongside by broadcast partner Jack Jones and we have one heckuva card for you tonight! JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, it's time for the new year, and it's time for NEW tag team champions! My good friend Terry Brandon tonight, will lead The New & Improved D-X to once again being crowned NAPW's tag team champions of the world! BILL HEWSON: That remains to be seen, but certainly Terry Brandon's goal since arriving in NAPW has been to assemble some of the finest talent in wrestling today and make sure the gold is around their waists! Whether you like him or not, and I DON'T, you can't deny that D-X and the REIGNING NAPW Champion Chris Casino are three of the best wrestlers in the world today. But none of that justifies or explains the sadistic beating that pack of rats gave to D! in the final match of 2005, and Jack Jones, nobody has SEEN or HEARD from D! in weeks. JACK JONES: We don't even know if D! is alive, much less planning to return to NAPW. Would you blame him? After being not only physically dominated by Chris Casino but completely humiliated as well? BILL HEWSON: I would hesitate to say that D! was physically dominated by Casino, but the combination of D-X and Casino did a number on the former champ. Disgusting display. JACK JONES: You need to understand, Bill Hewson, just how important being the champion is. The best in this business? We do whatever it takes to get the gold. If you're not willing to do it all to be the champion, than why the hell would you be wrestling? And it's go time! The crowd cheers as Lou Bega's "Mambo #5" hits the sound system, and out comes Khaos! He jives all the way to the ring, giving high-fives to the crowd and having a good time of things. As he slides into the ring, Lou Bega is cut off by The X-Ecutioners. "Even More Human than Human" hits and the crowd boo/cheers as tweenish Rex Caliber emerges from the back and struts to the ring, looking all business. BILL HEWSON: Rex Caliber is looking pretty serious tonight Jack Attack. But I can't help but point out that he might not be on his A-Game for this match. As you'll recall "the Nexus One's" spent the past few weeks in tag team matches, and he's out here by himself tonight. JACK JONES: This is why you should leave wrestling commentary to the experts, Hewson. When you're "The Nexus One", you always bring your A-Game. It doesn't matter if you're alone or with lumberjacks. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the TV TITLE quarterfinal match, and is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first, from Gibbons, Alberta and weighing in at ONE HUNDRED ninety two pounds.... KHAAAAAOS! And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred FORTY FIVE pounds... "The Nexus One" REX CALIBER! And there's the bell. Both men slowly approach one another. Khaos grins and lifts a hand, indicating a test of strength?! Rex looks dumbfounded, as he's almost a full foot taller than the luchadore, but shrugs and shouts "For my Freaks!" He carefully takes Khaos' hand, then the other, then grins and wrenches Khaos' arms around! Khaos grits through the pain... TOE KICK! The Nexus One is stunned momentarily! Khaos, still being gripped by Rex, slides between Caliber's legs, pulling the larger man head over heels onto his back! The crowd loves it! BILL HEWSON: Smart tactics from Khaos! Using Rex Caliber's own strength and height advantage against him! Before Rex can recover, Khaos drops an elbow, then another, THEN ANOTHER! He then plays to the crowd for a moment while Rex shakily, and angrily, regains his footing. Caliber stalks to Khaos, but the smaller man is too fast! He dances away from the Nexus One, then springs forward! SPEAR! Right into the ropes! Caliber topples, and Khaos with the fast pin! One, TWO... and Khaos sails away as Rex powers out of the pin. Rex Caliber gets to one knee, shaking the cobwebs from his brain, and looks up in time for a SHINING WIZARD! Khaos dances around the ring as Caliber hangs for a second in a daze, then flops face first to the mat. Khaos turns Rex over, PINS! THIS COULD BE AN UPSET! ONE! TWO! NO! Rex Caliber powers out AGAIN at the last moment! The crowd is torn, half chanting "KHA-OS!" the other half chanting "REX, REX!" BILL HEWSON: The fans here tonight can't decide who to cheer for! Khaos, grinning now ear to ear, is back on his feet while Rex slowly rises. HANDSPRING from Khaos, BUT WAIT! He's caught mid-air by Rex! POWERBOMB! With ease, Rex plants Khaos in the ring! Rex, now on the offensive, takes hold of Khaos' legs and pulls him around into a TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! Khaos thrashes for a moment, but takes hold of the ropes! THE NEXUS ONE KEEPS HOLDING ON! The referee starts counting! One, two, three... and Rex Caliber lets go of the hold. Khaos unsteadily rises, clearly feeling the effects of that cloverleaf, but before he can quite pull himself up with the ropes, Rex comes from behind and RELEASE GERMAN to the middle of the ring. Caliber wastes no time, he hauls Khaos up! Pick-up and Khaos put on the top turnbuckle, where Rex pulls him onto his shoulders...oh no! HERE IT COMES! TOTAL ANNIHILATION! This is over, but...no cover? No, Rex is like a rabid hyena! He's already picking the bones, latching on the RINGS OF REX! Khaos is being twisted like a pretzel and he has no where to go! The crowd screams for him to hold on, but it's TOO MUCH! KHAOS TAPS! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner by submission... at seven minutes and twelve seconds... "The Nexus One" REX CALIBER! BILL HEWSON: Let go damn it! Let go! He's already tapped out! JACK JONES: The Nexus One is just sending a message to his future opponents in this tournament, Bill Hewson. A message of pain to anyone who dares to stand between him and that TV Title! Rex holds on GOOD AND LONG on that submission, while Khaos taps wildly in the ring! The referee practically has to pry The Nexus One free. Rex then stands tall, arms raised, as the crowd both boos and cheers him. He points to a particularly large cluster of his "Freaks of Nature", all decked out in "Rex for PM" t-shirts in the front row, and they cheer that much harder! Cut to commercial!
JACK JONES: Now, just in case anyone at home thinks life's ever easy on us NAPW Announcers, all of this newly-signed talent forces us to bring a lot of facts to you, our viewers at home. BILL HEWSON: A deeply talented individual who's served time in WEF and PECW, Axle Jaxx seems to be the crowd favourite coming into this matchup. JACK JONES: And this youngster's no slouch in the ring, Hewson. Aerial, submission, counters... he does it all! Jaxx, by now, has climbed up on a turnbuckle, watching the NAPW fans cheer him on. And how does he look? PLEASED. Gangstarr fades out... Metallica kicks in! The cheers turn to boos as an intense-looking Maniac comes out, eyes focused only on the man in the ring. BILL HEWSON: Well, the fans don't like him, but with all due respect to our locker room, Maniac could be the most EXPERIENCED superstar ever to grace our locker room! MWWF, PCW, EWA, CWF, WWWA, WIW... whew! JACK JONES: Yeah, call him "Mr. Alphabet Soup". Y'know, I've known about Maniac for years. I would have loved to have fought him, but I had to retire! BILL HEWSON: Please. When YOU retired, "Whipper" Billy Watson was a fresh-faced rookie. Maniac, in the ring, tightens his wrist-wraps, but NEVER loses sight of Axle Jaxx! "Turn the Page" fades so that Frank Warburton can do his thing. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is for ONE FALL! Introducing, to my left, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, from VANcouver, BRITISH Columbia--AXLLLLLE... JAXX! And to my right, weighing in at two-hundred, seventy-nine pounds, from Toronto, ONTARIO... THIS! IS! MAAAAAAANIAC! The bell is rung, and both men are momentarily taken aback by the rabid Edmonton fans chanting "Ax-le! Ax-le!" Both men immediately lunge, but Axle's got slightly more speed! ARM DRAG sends Maniac up and over! The Lord of the Ring gets up, but Jaxx is on him--ARM DRAG! Maniac's on his feet, but Jaxx is ready to whip him off the ropes--REVERSED! Maniac has Jaxx on the rebound, looks like a Back Body--NO! Jaxx counters and lands on his feet--INVERTED DDT! Jaxx has taken Maniac completely unaware, and Maniac took that DDT hard! The veteran wrestler grimaces his way back up to his knees, and Jaxx slips between the ropes, forcing the referee to caution Maniac away from him! BILL HEWSON: Well, what's THAT all about? Jaxx was on a roll, and now he's forcing a BREAK? JACK JONES: That's called PSYCHOLOGY, my esteemed colleague! Jaxx hit a big move early to throw off his opponent's game plan, and now he's limiting his opportunities to respond! Happy, Jaxx slips back into the ring and rushes Maniac at the centre. Both men lock up, Maniac unexpectedly drops to his knees and drags Jaxx's head down, JAW JAMMER! Jaxx is a little stunned, Maniac comes up to scoop him off his feet! SCOOP SLAM! A nice quick one, whch he then chains into an Elbow Drop. The crowd is booing Maniac for his offensive, but undaunted, he goes for an Oklahoma Roll--ONE! KICKOUT! Too early for a pincover, but we've got to assume Maniac wanted to send a message with that attempt. He pulls Jaxx up to his feet--Jaxx with shots to Maniac's body! This buys Jaxx some distance, and he unleashes with a swift kick to Maniac's midsection, then slaps on a headlock. Jaxx starts torquing his opponent's neck, and with no ropes handy, Maniac tries to pull his head free by pushing hard off Jaxx' torso--HANG ON! Jaxx has just stomped out the back of Maniac's knee, forcing him down--and now he's shifted the hold to a vicious Head Vise! JACK JONES: Jaxx' finisher is a modified neckbreaker, but he's got a ton of neck submissions, too! And looking at this Head Vise, Maniac's gonna need a neck brace if he doesn't do something, SOON! Tuning out the resident "Ax-le!" chants, Maniac SOMEHOW finds the willpower to go from his knees to a crouch, and gets his one arm between Jaxx' legs--FIREMAN'S CARRY! Tossing Jaxx to the canvas, but at what cost? The Lord of the Ring is clutching a hurt neck, and Jaxx is still fresh enough to recover! Bearing down on Maniac, it's a CLOTHESLINE--DUCKED! And Maniac's behind his opponent--ATOMIC DROP! Jaxx is wobbly on his feet, with Maniac running ahead to hit the ropes, comes back, CLOTHESLINE! Jaxx hits the canvas like a sack of bricks. And Maniac UNLEASHES! He's stomping a mudhole in Jaxx with a flurry of boot shots, with the crowd jeering around him! Jaxx can only SCRAMBLE for the ropes, gets one, and the referee warns Maniac off of him! Maniac gives the referee his full attention, nods his head to show he understands, then grabs Jaxx' ankles, YANKS him off of the rope, and then goes back to stomping the Hell out of him! The rowdies in the crowd, at least, love what they see. Maniac's on the warpath, reaching down to hook Jaxx' arms into an inverted full nelson, what's he thinking of doing? He holds the lock as he hoists Jaxx up, then launches him up and over--PICTURE-PERFECT BUTTERFLY SUPLEX! Goes for the cover, ONE! TWO! NO! Jaxx isn't so badly hurt that he can't lift his shoulder. Maniac wastes little time and traps Jaxx in a headlock, hoists him into position, then lifts him up for a HIGH-RISE--NO! Jaxx gets his feet back on the ground, then takes a page out of MANIAC'S book and scoops HIM up onto his shoulders--SAMOAN DROP! And now BOTH men are down! BILL HEWSON: The ref's instituting a ten-count, partner, I've got to admit I'm IMPRESSED with BOTH of these competitors tonight! JACK JONES: Both men are willing to do whatever it takes to win, and THAT's what separates the men from the boys. Our referee counts SIX! and the cagey Axle Jaxx is up on his feet first... and he POUNCES onto the fallen Maniac, flipping him face down, he's not thinking of a pincover--AXLE LOCK! Pulling back on Maniac's neck until it looks like it's about ready to rupture! AXLE JAXX: TAP! The crowd is on their feet, chanting "LET'S go AX-le!" AXLE JAXX: TAP, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! "LET'S go AX-le!" AXLE JAXX: TAP! TAAAAAAAAAP!
"LET'S go AX-le!"
And suddenly, the crowd is chanting for BOTH men--Maniac's taken an unholy amount of Axle Lock, which Jaxx REFUSES to let go--and The King of Kings finds the presence of mind to find his arms, shaking from the strain, and PRY Jaxx's hands off! Jaxx goes to re-apply the hold, but Maniac GRABS one of his hands and BITES! Jaxx screams and rolls off to wrench his hand free, and Maniac is SLOW to get up! Jaxx is behind him and locks the arms around his abdomen--it's time for X MARKS THE SPOT! No! Maniac's caught Jaxx by the head and jackknifes his legs--SIT-OUT! HEADHUNTER! He didn't get the full effect, using it more like a desperation counter, but Jaxx is dazed... Maniac hooks underneath him with the arm, and now it's a SCHOOLBOY! The ref goes for the cover, and Maniac's GOT THE TIGHTS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jaxx couldn't escape in time, and Maniac gets the win! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match at thirteen minutes and forty-seven seconds...MAAAAAANIAC! The referee goes to raise Maniac's hand, but Maniac swings it away and raises them on his own. Axle Jaxx has rolled to the outside. He looks back towards Maniac with a cold, piercing gaze before walking to the back. Maniac hits the ropes to a chorus of boos. BILL HEWSON: Maniac not the most popular man in NAPW, but some of this rowdy crowd seems to appreciate his ability! JACK JONES: Hey, in a city of 700,000, there's bound to be a few smart cookies! Even in Alberta! BILL HEWSON: Will you be SERIOUS? We've got to take a commercial break, but when we return --- THE PREDATOR will be in action! JACK JONES: He should be ON Action!. BILL HEWSON: Will you STOP?
As Criss Angel's Scarecrow plays, smoke billows up from the curtain. PREDATOR strides through and stops, looking over the crowd through his mask. Joey Malone, already in the ring, stabs his finger in the Predator's direction and starts shouting at the big man. Predator slowly gets into the ring and stares Joey down. Joey, not the smartest of men, doesn't back down, but gets directly into the Predator's mask. Predator takes the abuse for a few seconds, and then scoop slams Joey Malone. Joey is on the mat, and Predator drops an elbow on Malone! And again! And again! The monster's methodically getting up, looks down on the smaller man, and picks him up by the hair. Joey cries foul to ref Henry Andrews, but Andrews seems to want nothing to do with the situation. The Predator hoists Malone on his shoulders, and starts applying pressure. The screams coming from Malone are unreal! But the guy's not giving up! Not that Andrews would notice a tapout when he's covering his eyes like that... BILL HEWSON: And The Predator, what incredible strength! Malone is fortunate to not be broken in half! The Predator drops Joey on the ground. He seems to be surveying the crowd to see what they want him to do next! A lot of them are calling for The End! Predator shrugs, and bends over to pick up Joey once more. And JOEY KICKS THE PREDATOR SQUARE IN THE JUNK! That's not a legal move! But Andrews is still not trying to watch the carnage that Predator's wreaking! BILL HEWSON: C'mon, ref! Get your head in the game here! JACK JONES: Bill, this is the only way the Bad Boy can get a fair shake here! Joey grabs the Predator's head, and BAD BLASTER! Joey just gave the big man his finisher! But the Predator shakes it off? Joey looks astonished! Predator whips Joey into the turnbuckle with force! It doesn't look good for malone here, especially with Predator dropping to a crouch and SPEAR! Joey looks like he's been hit by a Canpar truck! The Predator signals for, yes! The End! Predator takes Malone up for a ride, and drop him on his shoulders for the one, two, three! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match, at four minutes and forty-two seconds...THEEEE PREDATOR! BILL HEWSON: Another huge win by The Predator, who is making quite a name for himself in NAPW. We're going to commercial --- when we return! It will be one more time for all time, STATIC versus RAVAGER! But first, MNF cuts backstage, where Maniac is in street clothes and walking out of the locker room with duffel in hand. He rounds a corner... and standing there, one with a smug grin and the other all business, are NAPW Champion CHRIS CASINO and his business manager TERRY BRANDON. CHRIS CASINO: Hey look, Terry, it's 'MANIAC.' Isn't this the one-match loser that wants a piece of this (slaps gold around his waist.) TERRY BRANDON: Don't worry about him, kid, he'll have to wait his turn like everybody else! He sure isn't the number one contender, the top of the heap, the numero uno challenger to the belt that you, Chris Casino, The Champion hold! Maniac responds with a smirk of his own, but drops the duffel and walks with authority! right up to Casino, the two men are nose to nose. Casino never loses his grin but his eyes are steel. MANIAC: Hey, I hope you were watching out there, 'champ.' You talk about the future 'Vinnie Vegas'? You were looking right at it. CHRIS CASINO: Bitch, if you think for a second that Apple Jacks is a warm-up for THE FUTURE CHRIS CASINO, you've got another thing coming. Right, AXLE? And out of NOWHERE a pissed off Axle Jaxx sideswipes Maniac from behind! Maniac sent into the wall! Axle just on top of him, clearly pissed off that Maniac pulled the tights to get the win! Maniac fires back on his own! Casino and Brandon make a neat exit the other way, Casino laughing it up all the way. Jaxx & Maniac are beating the hell out of each other --- oh my gosh! Jaxx just took Maniac down! They're rolling around on the concrete and here comes security to pull this apart!
BILL HEWSON: And we're not waiting for the introductions, we're not waiting for the bell! Static & Ravager aren't waiting another minute to settle this blood feud! Static slides into the ring and catches a distracted Ravager with a double leg take down and the fight is on! The referee hurriedly calls for the bell as Static throws rights and lefts at the head of Ravager. Ravager rolls Static over and returns the favor with several stiff shots of his own. Static shoves Ravager off of him and rolls to the outside. Ravager quickly follows him out and catches Static with a clothesline that drops him to the floor! Ravager pulls Static off the concrete floor and hurls him over the guard rail into the front row. Ravager starts to climb over the railing to find Static but Bill Fleming rushes over and grabs a leg of the former Provincial Champion. Ravager kicks Fleming away and turns his attention back to Static - Static's waiting for him! CHAIR HUCK! Chair hurled right at Ravager and it bounces off his skull! Oh my! Ravager falls to the floor and a smiling Static puts the boots to his longtime foe. Ravager tries to battle back to his feet - Static quickly hits a swinging neckbreaker onto the unforgiving concrete. Static looks at the crowd and yells "YOU CAN ALLLLL SUCK MY VOODOO!", which results in a shower of jeers and insults. Static has security back the crowd up and he waits as Ravager drags himself up to a standing position. Static rushes him and at the last second Ravager ducks down and backdrops Static over the guard railing! Right onto the arena floor! BILL HEWSON: Right onto the concrete! There's no pretty blue mats in NAPW! They've barely in the ring, but it doesn't matter in this match! It's FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE! Ravager slips back over the railing as his fans pat him on the back. Static is getting to his feet when Ravager clocks him with a vicious looking knee to the head. As Static lays on the floor, Ravager throws back the ring apron and pulls out a metal trash can! He tosses it into the ring and again goes back to looking for something under the ring. As Static is getting to his feet, Ravager pulls a kendo stick out from under the ring! Cracked it across the back of Static! Static yells out in pain and drops to his knees. Ravager sizes him up and again snaps the kendo stick across the back of his opponent. Huge red welts raise up on the back of Static as the fans chant Ravager's name. Ravager tosses the kendo stick aside and rolls Static over onto his back for a pin attempt, 1...2...Static kicks out! Ravager pulls Static up and rolls him into the ring. Ravager climbs up into the ring and reaches for Static only to take a thumb to the eye. With Ravager momentarily distracted, Static gets to his feet and hits an armbar DDT to the broken wrist of Ravager. Ravager rolls away from Static holding his cast as Static leans against the ring ropes trying to catch his breath. JACK JONES: And there we go, that's what I'm talking about! You come to the ring with a cast on your arm and you have made yourself a target! Static's not going to take any pity on Ravager here tonight! Ravager, getting to his feet - Static grabs him! Snapmares him back to the mat and follows up with a low dropkick to the damaged arm of Ravager! Fleming slides a chair into the ring and Static picks it up ready to inflict pain and suffering. Ravager again is pulling himself up when he takes a chair shot to the back that drops him like a bad habit. Static takes the damaged hand of Ravager and places the chair over it. Static hits the ropes - LEGDROP onto the chair that sends Ravager rolling away in sheer agony! Static spots the discarded kendo stick and picks it up, ready to get in his licks. He approaches a hurting Ravager and raises the kendo stick high above his head only to take a low blow from the former Provincial Champ! Static drops the kendo stick and drops to all fours. Ravager rolls away from Static and grabs the trash can he tossed into the ring earlier. Ravager waits as Static gets back to his feet and then brings the trash can down hard against his cranium! Static staggers back and Ravager blasts him again with the now dented trash can. Static drops to the mat and Ravager looks around the ring with a wild look in his eyes. BILL HEWSON: That look in his eyes - Ravager has become progressively more and more unglued as the weeks have gone by! JACK JONES: Minstrel's gotten into his head alright... what's this psycho thinking now? BILL HEWSON: You mean Static? JACK JONES: No, I said 'psycho', I'm talking about Ravager. Even if Static is insane on his own, I mean --- oh hell, just rename the Provincial Title the Lunatic Belt already! It can start coming with its own straitjacket! Ravager picks up the chair and rushes Static who is getting to his feet. Static quickly hits a spin kick into the chair that sends it back into the face of Ravager who hits the mat with a thud. The camera zooms in on Ravager and we see that he's been busted open! Static hits a corkscrew legdrop and goes for a pin, 1...2...Ravager powers out! Static drops a knee onto the cast covered hand of Ravager and again the former Provincial Champion screams in pain. Static rolls out of the ring and this time he's the one looking for something under the ring. He pulls out a 15 foot high ladder and the crowd roars their approval. Static slides the ladder inside as Ravager is still on the mat holding his broken hand. Static gets into the ring, pulls Ravager to his feet and executes a shoulder breaker onto his man. As Ravager lays prone on the mat, Static sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and climbs up to the half way mark before taking flight. Static drops an elbow across the chest of Ravager and hooks the near leg as the referee starts his count, 1...2...Again Ravager gets a shoulder up! BILL HEWSON: My goodness, so close! Static looks frustrated at the count... wait a minute, what's he doing here? He's got the ladder in the corner of the ring and going up... JACK JONES: Static's on top, Bill Hewson! BILL HEWSON: MY GOD! WHAT'S HE THINKING?! STATIC ON THE TOP OF THE LADDER...OH MY! OH MY! MOMENTOFCLARITYNOBODYHOME! RAVAGER MOVED! AND THIS CAPACITY CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET, and---You can hear what they're chanting! JACK JONES: This cat is CRAZY, but can Ravager capitalize? The crowd indeed chanting "HO-LY SH*T! HO-LY SH*T!" over and over again as both men are laid out in the ring, Static twitching in pain! The first to stir... Ravager pulls himself to his feet and folds the ladder up only to place it in the far corner! And NOW Static is stirring on the mat - Ravager roughly pulls him to his feet. Ravager whips Static across the ring and he collides back first into the propped up ladder! Ravager drops to this knees and slides out of the ring as Static slumps down in the corner. BILL HEWSON: What's Ravager looking for now...You've got to be kidding me! He doesn't --- JACK JONES: He DOES indeed have a trio of fluorescent light tubes duct-taped together! Like you said Bill Hewson...this is a BLOOD FEUD! That, and Ravager had a lot of time on his hands sitting in the ring all weekend --- YEARGH! Ravager swings for the fences and the light tubes explodes across the head and face of Static! The crowd let out a "Holy Sh*t!" chant as Ravager stands over a now bloody Static, the crimson pouring from his forehead over his mask and exposed parts of the face. Ravager drops the remains of the trio of light tubes, pulls Static to his feet and slams him down onto the busted glass! Ravager goes for a cover, 1...2...Static drapes a foot over the bottom rope and the count is stopped! Ravager rolls Static out of the ring and slides out after him. On the outside Ravager tosses Static headfirst into the ring post and then pulls out a table from under the ring. As the fans chat "Table! Table!" Ravager obliges them by propping one end of the table on the ring steps and the other on the guard railing around the ring! JACK JONES: Hey, we've had ladders, we've had chairs, we might as well bring out the TABLES! Static is getting to his feet as Ravager approaches - Static hooks Rav around the waist, hoists him up and hits a modified hot shot across the guard railing! Ravager clutches at his throat as bloody Static smiles at the crowd. Static pulls Ravager to his feet, leads him over to the table and rolls him on top of it. Static climbs back into the ring and then starts to scale the turnbuckle as Ravager lays prone on the table. Ravager comes to his senses, and quickly gets to a semi standing position on the table, but it's to late as Static jumps from the top turnbuckle, hooks the head of Ravager and drives both of them through the table to the floor with a flying DDT! The crowd is on their feet chanting again! Fleming looks to be beside himself as Static and Ravager lay under a heap of what once was a table. Static shoves some of the table aside and covers his man, 1...2...Ravager kicks out! Static looks stunned and questions the referee's count. Static pulls Ravager out of the debris of the table and sends him shoulder first into the ring post! Static grabs a handful of hair and drags Ravager up the aisle towards the NAPW entrance curtain! At the top of the aisle Static slams Ravager's broken hand into the metal of the curtain railings! Ravager drops to his knees. Fleming is sneaking up the entrance way as Static kicks away at the cast of Ravager. Static pulls Ravager to his feet, but the former Provincial Champion hooks Static and sends him flying DOWN THE AISLE WITH A T-BONE SUPLEX! That came out of nowhere! Ravager has pulled himself up, and now he sends Static over the guard rail! He's beating him through the crowd, they're in the bleachers! The fans are scattering as these two bleeding, beaten men are fighting in the stands of the NAIT Gymnasium! And now Static is taking over! Static smashing Ravager down, and wait a minute, Ravager coming back! He's firing away like a man possessed! Static is dangerously close to the edge of the bleachers! Wait! Bill Fleming, sensing danger, just grabbed a fan's chair! FLEMING SWINGS--- Ravager dodges! STATIC TAKES THE CHAIR TO THE FACE AND FLIES OFF THE BLEACHERS TO THE CONCRETE BELOW! BILL HEWSON: The Mayor took out Static! My goodness! Ravager just blasted Fleming and now...ELBOWDROP OFF THE BLEACHERS! JACK JONES: There's no titles on the line, there's no title shots, it's all about pride! What lengths won't they go to, Bill Hewson? BILL HEWSON: They're both down...Ravager drapes an arm over Static! Dick Kiebich counts...Yes! Mercifully...this match is OVER! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match at twenty-seven minutes and one second...RRRRAAVAGER! BILL HEWSON: We have just seen one of the most vicious, brutal matches in NAPW history! JACK JONES: I uh, I wouldn't tell that to Static. Fleming tries to help Static up, but Static...dazed, staggered as he is --- Static looks enraged, actually, and is veritably stalking Bill Fleming back to the locker room, Fleming who is half-stumbling half running, apologizing in an increasingly frantic voice. Meanwhile, Ravager is lying on cold concrete as the fans chant "THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU, RA-VA-GER, RA-VA-GER!". Slowly, Ravager gets to his feet and makes his way to the ring, cradling his cast arm in obvious pain... still with a black look on his face... BILL HEWSON: However it happened, one more of Ravager's demons has been laid to rest! He'd never beaten Static before tonight --- it was Lobo who eliminated Static at BLACK THURSDAY --- but now he has that pinfall! JACK JONES: That kind of big win is huge for your confidence, and Ravager's been out of confidence since Minstrel took that Provincial Title from him --- hey! Oh man, did we forgot to pay the power bill in the New Year? The lights, yes, they have GONE OUT. And now they're flickering! And now they've turned red! An eerie flickering red light is barely illuminating the arena, and Ravager is looking around, scanning every inch hungrily, looking for somebody... "Ha ha ha...Ha haha HA HAAAAA! HAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAAAAA HA HAHA HAAAAA! BILL HEWSON: OH my god...that's...that laughter! That's Minstrel's laughter! Is he here? What's going on? In the ring, Ravager is slapping the ropes with his good hand, waving that cast around threateningly, screaming "COME ON OUT! WHERE ARE YOU? COME ON!" The crowd is dumbfounded and uncertain. JACK JONES: Ravager's gone, Bill Hewson. Look at him! He's lost his freaking mind! BILL HEWSON: My God, you may be right. Minstrel's constant head-games... Ravager seems to have come completely unhinged! We'll try to get Ravager out of the ring, and when we come back it WILL be time for the main event! The Dudes! D-X! The NAPW Tag Team Championship ON THE LINE! Don't go anywhere!
Fade up from commercial into the locker room of the TAG TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS, where a FURIOUS Static - covered in blood from head to toe - is busy throwing chairs, bags, whatever he can get his hands on across the locker room while a terrified Bill Fleming cowers against the wall. BILL FLEMING: S-Static, I was just---like when you won the title and I hit Ravager with a---with a chair, I was just trying to do the same --- be helpful! Static bolts across the room and hauls Fleming by the collar up against the wall. STATIC: You call that helpful? Oh, okay, well you know something Fleming? I've had about all the 'help' from you I can stomach --- "HEY EASE OFF!" REX CALIBER is there and between his tag partner and their manager! Caliber forces Static back, using his power to pull Static back. Fleming is shaking. REX CALIBER: Hey, what the hell? Okay, so you screwed up Billy-boy, and that sucks, but you're going crazy, Static! You guys are friends! We're the number one contenders to the tag titles, Static, and Bill Fleming is part of that reason! So I want you guys to shake hands and then we'll all go over to The Nexus One Sports Club for beer and hot bartenders! BILL FLEMING: ...I...I like hot bartenders... There is a moment's hesitation, than Static smiles beneath his mask (an ugly thing) and shakes hands with Fleming, who almost collapses in relief. Rex grins his goofy grin and throws his arms around their shoulders. REX CALIBER: Awesome, now Static man, get cleaned up and let's go party! I mean, I get a TV Title shot and we're going for the tag straps! And all is well. Return to commercial.
JACK JONES: You forgot to mention the most important part, Hewson: Stylin' Kyle & The Beast are no longer managed by Coach Jago (still one of the finest trainers in wrestling, mind). As we all well know, D-X are now managed by my good friend TERRY BRANDON, also the manager of NAPW Champion Chris Casino! BILL HEWSON: And that, tonight, is the x-factor! We've already seen this so-called rat pack of Casino, Richards, Roberts & Brandon are capable of together! Chris Casino wouldn't be the NAPW Champion without their help, and D! wouldn't be missing! But let's get to the ring! And indeed, Foo Fighters blasts through the Public Address system. Led to the ring by Terry Brandon (+steel briefcase) to a HUGE chorus of boos --- it's Bruce Richards AKA THE BEAST, with a dark look on his face, focused, intense, and than followed by Kyle Roberts AKA Stylin' Kyle, who proceeds to insult and berate the fans at ringside. BILL HEWSON: And indeed, D-X have never been fan favorites...but their association with Terry Brandon seems to have brought out a mean streak they didn't have before! The Dudes have GOT to be prepared tonight, slack attack or no! D-X gets in the ring, and Stylin' Kyle poses with The Beast behind him - arms folded. Terry Brandon applauds both men as the crowd rains down boos. Their music fades out. It's 1975...or music from then! KISS! "FLAMING YOUTH!" and being led to the ring by Tiffany...it is CAM SCOTT! MIKE JOHNSTON! The Dudes, to thunderous ovation! They slap hands with fans on the way to the ring, looking more or less as if they wandered off the street excepting the tag title belts around their waists! They hit the ring and both corners, before both teams take to their respective corners for Frank Warburton. FRANK WARBURTON: It is now time for the NAPW Monday Night Fights MAIN EVENT! The following contest is schedule for ONE FALL, and is for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, accompanied by their manager TERRY BRANDON...the challengers! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and twenty-seven pounds, the team of STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...THE NEW & IMPROVED D! X! BILL HEWSON: And this partisan crowd are not fans of D-X in the slightest. JACK JONES: It doesn't matter what the fans think, all that matters is the Tag Team Gold - and that's why D-X have Terry Brandon. FRANK WARBURTON: And now, the CHAMPIONS! They are joined at ringside by TIFFANY MACINTYRE! At a total combined weight of FOUR-HUNDRED and SEVENTY-pounds... ladies and gentlemen, MIKE JOHNSTON! CAMERON SCOTT! THEEEEE DUDES! DING DING DING. And there is a moment, where all four men stand nose-to-nose, before IT STARTS. Kyle. Mike. Beast. Cameron. An all out pier-six. Dick Kiebich lets it go, knowing the score to settle, and this is a Tornado! Kyle shoots Mike to the ropes, puts his head down, and Mike does a front-flip over the back, Kyle spins around right into a dropkick to the face! The Beast from behind! Johnsont hauled up into the TORTURE RACK, Cameron Scott breaks it up with a boot to the gut, hooks The Beast up on his OWN SHOULDERS...NECK CRICK COMING UP --- SUPERKICK FROM KYLE! Scott gets bent, The Beast taking his feet, but wait a minute! Johnston is on the top turnbuckle! HE TAKES FLIGHT AND NAILS BOTH MEMBERS OF D-X! Unbelievable suicide senton! He slaps Cameron on the chest to get him back in, and now The Dudes have The Beast...Cameron Scott has the Beast up in a powerbomb! Johnston springs to the top rope! THE SLACK ATTACK! POWERBOMB --- OVERCASTLE! THE BEAST IS DOWN! ONE, TWO, STYLIN' KYLE SAVES! BILL HEWSON: Almost a three count there, and the action in the opening minutes is incredible! But right now, The Beast has been taken out of the equation after that vicious Slack Attack by the tag team champions! JACK JONES: You're right, Stylin' Kyle is all alone against both Dudes! How is that fair! Kiebich can't just arbitrarily make this a Tornado! BILL HEWSON: Well, he can and has! But Stylin' Kyle, after taking the loss to The Dudes a few weeks ago, has a new fire in him, inspired by Terry Brandon, who is tending to The Beast on the outside. Kyle with fists-a-fire on Cameron Scott in one corner, and than a VICIOUS shot right to the eye! Kiebich tells Kyle to watch the closed fists, and Kyle flips him off arrogantly! Mike Johnston takes advantage and hits Kyle with a knee to the gut, followed up with an irish whip to the corner! Johnston climbs in and cinches up for the TORNADO DDT...Kyle holds onto the top rope and Johnston spins to the canvas! Kyle grabs The Dude and KILLS HIM DEAD WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER - only in this case it's a MOOSE JAW DRIVER. Johnston is down, cover, one, two, shoulder up! Kyle grabs the top rope and starts choking Johnston out with his boot CAM SCOTT WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Kyle just got his head taken off by Cam Scott running the ring apron for a clothesline! Cameron now going to the TOP ROPE! BLUE 42, BLUE 42 --- THE BEAST! Is back up and he just nailed Cameron Scott off the top rope! And now what, THE BEAST is going to the top of the turnbuckle! Cameron Scott is up --- THE BEAST DIVES OFF THE TOP! Onto Scott's shoulders...RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT~! And...HURACANRANA! JACK JONES: THE BEAST, BRUCE RICHARDS! Speed! Power! Agility! This is why D-X is NEW & IMPROVED, Bill Hewson! BILL HEWSON: ...when did you become D-X's PR agent? Nonethless a stunning move from the two-hundred and seventy pounder! D-X is now in control! Oh, Johnston sent flying over the top rope! The Beast on fire! Gorilla press...LAUNCHES JOHNSTON LIKE A LAWN DART OUT OF THE RING! And right into the guardrail, and now it's a two-on-one for D-X! The Beast & Stylin' Kyle look down at Johnston, who is laying upside down with his legs against the guardrail after that launching! D-X looks down at him with satisfaction to a chorus of boos, and than turn their attention to Cameron Scott. Scott rushes The Beast with fists a fury, but The Beast fires back, and then Kyle joins in! Kyle & The Beast back and forth on Cameron Scott, beating him from pillar to post! Irish whip sends Scott into the corner HARD, Stylin' Kyle comes off the ropes and NAILS him with a face drop! The Beast gives the thumbs DOWN to Scott, Kyle hits the rope and flies through the air with a picture-perfect LIONSAULT! ONE! TWO! Kick out, but The Beast immediately drops an elbow on Scott and covers! ONE! TWO! Th---kick out! Terry Brandon questions Kiebich's counting ability, drawing the ire of the ref! Kiebich tells Brandon to watch it or he'll have him ejected, but meanwhile, D-X has Scott in the corner! And what's this here? Oh my goodness! Kyle perches Scott on the top turnbuckle and climbs up, superplex comin' up...but The Beast puts Kyle on his shoulders! STACKER SUPERPLEX--- CONNECTS! CAMERON SCOTT HITS CANVAS FROM SOME TEN FEET IN THE AIR! The lacadasical cover by Kyle, who counts along, ONE, TWO, MIKE JOHNSTON WITH A DROPKICK! To the face of Kyle, who didn't have a second to move! Johnston clearly shaken up by that throw to the outside, but he's struggling on. And now Tiffany leads the crowd in a chant of "LET'S-GO-DU-UDES *Clapclap CLAPCLAPCLAP*", and that's firing up Johnston! The Beast with a HUGE clothesline, but that's ducked, Johnston wraps around--- RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! But that took a lot of effort from Johnston, The Beast has 80 pounds on him! Meanwhile, Cameron Scott and Stylin' Kyle are exchanging right hands! Kyle sends Scott into the ropes, but Scott holds onto the ropes! Kyle gets up, whirled around... 7-10 SPLIT BY JOHNSTON! Kyle stumbles forward and Cameron grabs him up... HE'S GOT HIM! THE NECK CRICK! ONE, TWO, Kyle gets the leg on the ropes! BILL HEWSON: Almost a three count but Stylin' Kyle gets the foot on the ropes! What a match so far, for the coveted Tag Team Titles! The Beast is up, but here comes Johnston with a flying Cross Body---that's caught... but both men tumble out over the top rope to the floor below! Cameron Scott pulls Kyle up, but Kyle with a sudden double leg take down INTO THE BEAR-TAMER SCOTT IS FIGHTING FIGHTING IT'S TURNED OVER! Stylin' Kyle drives the knee into the back, he's got it cinched on LIKE 97 JERICHO. Cameron Scott yelling in pain as on the outside, The Beast has Mike Johnston reeling against the railing! He runs...Johnston ducks! The Beast flies over the railing and to the front row, right in the laps of those fans who didn't scurry away fast enough! In the ring, Stylin' Kyle has the Bear-Tamer locked in but GOOD, and though Tiffany is trying to cheer her man to the ropes...KYLE PULLS HIM TO THE CENTER! Cameron Scott is shaking his head, he wont' tap...his hand is up...HE'S GOING TO TAP AND MIKE JOHNSTON! JOHNSTON with a HUGE flying overcastle on Kyle! Johnston saved the day for his tag team partner AND their tag gold! Cameron Scott is up, Scott yells to Johnston... wait! The Beast is on the ring apron! Johnston --- HITS AIR CANADA! The Beast flies to the guardrail, chest first! And now in the ring, it's The Dudes with a dazed Stylin' Kyle, and this could be all over--- BILL HEWSON: The Dudes are setting up for another Slack Attack, this time on Kyle Roberts! And this has GOTTA BE all --- WAIT A SECOND! It's the NAPW CHAMPION! Chris Casino is coming down the aisle and he's GOT A STEEL CHAIR! JACK JONES: He's just coming out to get an up-close seat for D-X's victory! Yeah, right. Casino hops up on the apron CHAIR IN HAND, but Kiebich is right there to stop him! Kiebich yelling at Casino, telling him that it ain't going to happen! Casino looks pissed, and Brandon leaves his briefcase on the ring apron in D-X's corner and is over to argue as well! Kiebich hops out of the ring as The Dudes look on, clearly not wanting to Slack Attack Kyle with no ref! Kiebich is halfway down the aisle with Casino & Brandon, ejecting them from the building ---- BILL HEWSON: Well it's about time somebody did something about all the intereference these rats always use --- HOLD THE PHONE. Somebody just hopped the guardrail! Wait! He's got Brandon's briefcase! TURN AROUND, DUDES! TURN AROUND! NO! This...this black man just nailed Michael Johnston in the back of the head with Brandon's steel briefcase! Tiffany is screaming, Cameron Scott turns around AND TAKES THE BRIEFCASE TO THE FACE! Oh my GOD! JACK JONES: Hey that's...That's EVAN CARTWRIGHT, Bill Hewson! BILL HEWSON: It's a SET-UP, that's what it is, this pack of scum-sucking rats has set The Dudes up! EVAN CARTWRIGHT brushes his hands off and helps Kyle to his feet. Kyle grins and hugs the man, as The Beast gets back in the ring as well. The Beast, however, is less jovial than Kyle and gives the thumbs down to The Dudes! Kyle and The Beast grab Mike Johnston and send him FLYING out of the ring once again, and Evan Cartwright follows with a cold look on his face! Casino & Brandon have finally left, and Kiebich is running back to the ring. In his efforts to enforce justice he was tricked! D-X is in position...POLAR-IZER! MOONSAULT! DOWN! AND! DIRTY! The Beast covers, Kyle looks and jeers at Tiffany, ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: At fifteen minutes and twenty-one seconds...your winners by pinfall...and NEWWWWW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...D-X! BILL HEWSON: Not like this! What a disgusting display! And now...hey, this match is over! There's no need for this! Casino & Brandon rush back out as in the ring, Stylin' Kyle and The Beast and EVAN Cartwright begin the slaughter! Cartwright has Scott --- SAMBO SUPLEX! The Beast, sick of Johnston, applies THE CLAW and drives him to the mat! Casino of course, hits the BRAINBUSTER ON SCOTT. And now it's a booting, a brutal assault! BILL HEWSON: We need help out here! Somebody, anybody --- THE FANS! THEY'RE CHANTING...THEY'RE CHANTING "D!" JACK JONES: D! isn't ever coming back, Hewson, get over it--- "RIIIIIIIGHT --- BEFORE YOUR EYES!" BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOSH! D! IS HERE! D! IS---That's...THAT's NOT D! JACK JONES: It's WAYNE WRIGHT?! Indeed, NAPW rookie WAYNE WRIGHT, one of D!'s friends, has come out to D!'s music in a D! t-shirt! The crowd is confused, but WAYNE WRIGHT...looks scared...NO! He runs to the ring and gets in, firing on Casino, firing on everybody, EATING A SUPERKICK FROM KYLE! Casino says "Let's see it, Cartwright", and Evan hauls Wayne Wright by the legs...OH MY! Wheelbarrow Suplex splats him, and...a boston crab! Wright is tapping, but Cartwright sits back on the Boston Crab even harder! Stylin' Kyle grabs Scott...BEAR-TAMER! The Beast has The Claw! Casino is down on his belly, screaming in Wayne Wright's face "WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU COULD DO? HUH?" Brandon, meanwhile, applauds the events in the ring! BILL HEWSON: My God, we are out of time...Wayne Wright, bless him, he tried but he's no match! D-X have regained the tag straps! BUT WHERE IS D!? WHERE IS D!? For Jack Jones, this is Bill Hewson... good night! COME ON, ENOUGH OF THIS!
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