NAPW ACTION!01/12/2006SPADE vs TALON Spade and Talon are ready to lock up, when suddenly "A GIRL NAMED TEX" hits up, which is to say that, the music that is the entrance theme of STORM hits, and well, that brings STORM to the ring. Thunder & Tempest rush the ring with a stop sign and a yield sign respectively, OHMIGOSH, they're beating the living snot out of Spade & Talon! Talon shot to the ropes...TEMPEST with a huge big boot puts him down! Spade's trying to fight back, but BAM! The BLACKOUT connects! Thunder hooks on the sleeperhold (shades of Ted Dibiase!) and puts Spade out in short order, but Storm ain't done yet! With Tex urging them on, Storm combine to hit the THUNDERCLAP! Thunder's got a mic! "Hey, Connors! Technique! Olyps...Olympic...the other guy! I don't feel like waiting! We jus' busted up these two chumps like we bust up bars, now bring your asses down here!" and that takes us to:
And with that, it's ON! Technique is the first to rush to the ring, and than Olypsius and Connors make their entrances, Katy bar the door, it's a pier-six brawl! Only two men are supposed to be in the ring at a time, but right now referee Henry Andrews is learning on the job, trying to get it together, but heck, it isn't happening! We've got Technique & Thunder locked up, Olypsius and Connors are fighting it out! Connors gets sent out to the floor! Irish whip from Thunder sends Technique to the ropes, Technique holds on! Thunder rushes and gets back dropped out of the ring... Olypsius tries to take over on Technique but HE gets sent out of the ring as well. Three men trying to pick themselves up on the floor NO-HANDS PESCADO! Technique takes out everybody on the floor and slings Chris Connors into the ring. Thunder & Olypsius take their corners as Technique fires some forearms into Connors, into the turnbuckle, irish whip! Connors hits hard and stumbles out into a monkey flip by Technique! Technique is ON FIRE tonight, like he's got something to prove! Thunder wants a tag in, Technique says "No way, ese, watch how it's done!" Connors is staggering up, Technique with his hands out waiting --- he grabs Connors, and it's CROSSBONES! Picture-perfect, the leg is hooked, one, two, three! Chris Connors is OUTTA there! Thunder hops the ropes to take the place of Connors. He's a right feisty bastard, he is. Japanese arm drag sends Technique down - Technique gets up and hits one of his own! Thunder doesn't like that too much, and they lock-up! Headlock by Technique, he's jawing to the crowd while he's got it locked on. Technique with a back suplex counter, Thunder lands on his feet and hooks Technique around the waist, standing switch, Technique trying a german suplex, Thunder blocks that with his leg and twists out, now he's going for a back suplex himself, TECHNIQUE spins out and and lands on his feet, Thunder spins around into a double leg take down! Technique's going for the SHARPSHOOTER, Thunder trying to fight out, it may be too early, Thunder makes the ropes. Technique backs off, lock-up Thunder with a thumb to the eye! Technique stumbles blindly...right towards Olypsius, who tags himself in! BOOM! Catches Thunder with a spinebuster! One, two, Thunder kicks out! Olypsius fires away at Thunder and than hauls him up roughly. Thunder hits the ropes and gets nailed with a big sidewalk slam, another pinfall, and another kickout. Into the corner now, where Olypsius trying to set up for a superplex! He's trying to put Thunder away just like *that*, it seems. But hold on, here's Tex on the ring apron distracting Henry Andrews, and here's TEMPEST on the ring apron and OH MY. Grabbing Olypsius by the hair and YANKING him down to the canvas with all this strength! Olypsius in a daze, but getting back to his feet...and he meets a BLACKOUT from the top rope by Thunder! There's a cover, one, two...three! Olypsius screwed out of the match by Storm!' It's down to two, Technique and Thunder, and here they go! Technique shot to the ropes, Thunder with a back body drop attempt, Technique leapfrogs and comes off with a spinning forearm smash! Quick cover gets TWO. Technique shimmyshimmyshakes and calls for a PILEDRIVER. That's gotta be all if he hits it, but he can't quite hit it as Thunder reverses --- Technique rolls through into a sunset flip, Thunder trying to keep his balance --- He grabs the top rope and drops down knee-first, pinning Technique to the mat! Andrews doesn't see that he STILL has the top rope, one, two, th---Technique gets the shoulder up! Thunder audibly swears and makes with the shots RIGHT to the head. Technique trying to cover up, Andrews counting to four, Thunder breaks before he would've been DQed. Scoop and a slam, Thunder hits the second rope? Elbow drop coming up, nails it! One, two, Technique gets the shoulder up! This is turning into a helluva match between Thunder & Technique! Thunder pulls Technique up by the hair and stiff-kicks him right in the face, that sends Technique down to one knee, which means Thunder... hits the Shining Wizard! One, two, th---Thunder can't believe it! Technique got the shoulder up again! He says, that's it, this is over, and we're going to see The Blackout a third time tonight! Technique ducks the Enziguri, though, and hits a sudden Dick Togo-style Chokeslam! Thunder sprawls, prone, and Technique looks to the top rope! He climbs...he flies...FROGGY SPLASH! That's it! ONE! TWO! THREE ---- Tex. Put. Thunder's leg on the bottom rope! Technique had it won, but no! Technique with a look of sheer frustration, he can't believe it. And now once again Tex is on the ropes to distract Andrews as Tempest hits the ring apron. Hold on, Technique isn't having a part of it! He just hauled off and nailed Tex! And Tex is scrambling on the concrete, but what about Tempest? HE EATS CROSSBONES! Or DOESN'T! Tempest just THREW Technique off of him and RIGHT into a superkick by Thunder! He rolls him up --- one, two, THREE! Oh my GOD, Thunder WINS! But wait! Now STORM is assaulting Technique! They've got no call for this! Technique...OH MAN! THUNDERCLAP! But that's not enough, Thunder is locking on the Blackout sleeper hold, he's not letting go! But here come THE DECAPITATORS! Axe & Diamond swinging chairs like it's going out of style, and Storm is OUTTA here! The Decapitators eyeing Storm in the aisle, telling them to BRING IT, but Storm doesn't want any part of The Decapitators tonight! Axe & Diamond help Technique up...and raise his arms up high! Technique didn't win the match, but got a moral victory tonight on Action!.
Lobo gets some last-minute strategy whispered into his ear by manager Terry Brandon, slides into the ring with Predator, AND IT'S ON! Lobo charges Predator, looking for a Shoulder Block--BASEMENT DROPKICK! by Predator, to Lobo's knees. Lobo is knocked face-first to the mat, where Predator cinches a headlock on the Olympian. Lobo powers up to his knees, but Predator takes him over with a Snapmare, sending him to a seated position--Predator off the ropes, DROPKICK! to Lobo's face rocks him, and he rolls out of the ring in frustration. Lobo and Brandon reconvene, with the NAPW Legend whispering NEW instructions to Lobo. Avoiding the count-out, Lobo slides back into the ring, AND IT'S ON! Lobo runs at Predator again, this time running low for a SPEAR--LEAPFROGGED! Predator vaults over the Rat Packer, and when Lobo turns around, the Hunter's got him by the throat! CHOKEBOMB! rattles Lobo, who takes the momentum and rolls right out of the ring again. Lobo and Brandon reconvene, Brandon whispering FRANTICALLY into Lobo's ear... Lobo nods, he's got it, he slides into the ring, AND IT'S ON! Lobo... STANDS there, holding his ground, and gives Predator a grin, taunting him to make a move! Predator nods, hits the ropes, barrels down on LOBO--hits the brakes a foot in front of him and slaps him across the face. Lobo shouts an UNPRINTABLE word and rolls out of the ring AGAIN to meet with Brandon. And Predator's HAD it--he gives chase to Lobo, grabs the ropes, SLINGSHOT INTO A--NO!!! Brandon literally YANKED the big Lobo out of the way! And Predator's just collided into the guard rail! Brandon whoops, slaps Lobo on the shoulder, and yells "You DID it, boy!" And Predator's too stunned to get up! Lobo picks up the dazed Predator, hooks the torso and turns him upside down--OKLAHOMA SLAM! Right on those thin-as-nothing mats! The referee has the count-out as high as SEVEN! by this point, but Lobo MIGHT be too blood-thirsty to care! Lobo pulls Predator up to a tie-up, he's grabbed the tights, VERTICAL SUPLEX--AAUGH! Lobo whipped Predator's feet up into the referee's face, and the ref takes it like a missile! Predator is coming back down off of at impact, lands on his feet, breaks the tie, drops into a stance--SHORT -RANGED SPEAR! Could this be--THE END? WHACK! Terry Brandon has just NAILED Predator in the back of the head with that STEEL briefcase... Predator staggers, then whips his head around to confront the surprised Brandon! Brandon HAULS ASS around the ring to out-run the enraged Predator, and SLIDES into the ring to try to lose him! Predator's almost ON him, Brandon TURNS around, and... gives him the briefcase? Wait, he's collapsed! BRANDON'S COLLAPSED! Predator couldn't even TOUCH him, something must be wrong! Predator scans the ring, Lobo's in the ring, but lying down for some reason, and the ref's struggling back onto his feet... Great. Just GREAT. The ref calls for the immediate disqualification of Predator! Coming to life like marionettes, Lobo and Brandon spring to life and run out of the ring. Pedator SCREAMS and hurls the briefcase at the Rat Packers, but the throw falls short of Brandon, who picks it up and holds Lobo's arm up the whole way up the ramp, loudly proclaiming Predator to be the biggest chump this business has ever seen.
Right off the bat, one thing is apparent: Nobody likes anybody else. In fact, you might suggest Travelli and Apocalypse freaking HATE each other. Because they do. But you know how it is. Of course, Crusher is the TV Champion, not Travelli or Apocalypse, and he's ready to fight! The bell rings and The Crusher immediately rushes Apocalypse with right hands, than turns to nail Travelli a few times! Apocalypse takes a clothesline! Travelli takes a clothesline! But the numbers turn, and Apocalypse and Travelli are (shockingly) double-teaming Crusher! The TV Champion pressed HIGH by Apocalypse, that's no mean feat of strength...and thrown all the way to the outside! Oh my goodness, that was over twelve feet down, and Crusher may be hurt. Apocalypse is surveying his handiwork...and of course Travelli comes from behind, but Apocalypse turns around before he gets there. Travelli begs off, making a peace offering EYE GOUGE. Some peace offering, a thumb right to the eye of Apocalypse, and Travelli starts peppering Apocalypse with right hands, taking him into the corner. Irish whip by Travelli, Apocalypse puts on the brakes and smashes Travelli down with a short-arm clothesline. He hasn't let GO of Travelli's arm, though, and yanks him up for another short-arm, and ANOTHER, and ANOTHER! Travelli crumbles down and Apocalypse raises his arms, earning a round of boos. The crowd not partial to either man in the ring now as Crusher stirs on the outside, he needs to get in the ring or risk losing his belt without even being pinned! Apocalypse hauls up Travelli and nails a spectacular running powerslam. It gets a one, a two, but not a three. Irish whip sends Travelli into the ropes, big back body drop coming up--- Crusher with a DDT! Crusher came from nowhere and nailed the perfectly-positioned Apocalypse with a DDT as Travelli held the ropes to stop his momentum. Crusher stands over Apocalypse and roars, and that earns him a low blow from Travelli for his troubles. The Don has both men down, he covers Apocalypse! Two count! So he covers Crusher! Barely a two count! The Don shrugs and pulls Apocalypse up first...another DDT! Apocalypse is going to have a huge headache in the morning. Crusher is up, and he takes over on Travelli, there's a brawl going on there. Travelli shot to the ropes, and is met with a huuuge samoan drop! The champ covers Travelli, one, two, shoulder up. Crusher with a big stomp, and than hauls up Travelli. Suplex, he's holding him up there! Making him think about it...and than down, after all the blood had rushed to Travelli's head! One, two, Apocalypse with a save! May or may not have been a three count, but Apocalypse didn't want to take a chance on the match ending there. Apocalypse and Crusher fairly evenly matched, trading blows equally...as Don Travelli takes advantage of the respite to untie a turnbuckle cover? Travelli has exposed the steel connecting the ropes together, there's no padding!
Apocalypse with a cheap shot gains the momentum, and he hauls Crusher over his shoulders...it's going to be Deathday! No! Travelli with a HUGE boot to Apocalype's face! He grabs Apocalypse by either leg...and STOMPS him in the groin! That's little Apocalypse! And now Don Travelli turns his attention to The Crusher, who more or less decides he's had enough and EXPLODES. Travelli is being pummelled into the corner, as Crusher smacks him silly, and stomps him down, Travelli begging for a time out but this is WRESTLING THERE ARE NO TIME-OUTS. Crusher backs off, and he calls for it, it's time to SPEAR the living hell out of Travelli...CHANGE OF PLANS! SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR to...APOCALYPSE, knocking the big man OUT of the ring, where Blake Larkinson tries to get him to recover! Travelli weakly looking to stand up, Crusher shoots him across the ring into the other turnbuckles...and NOW it's time! Crusher Effect SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR TRAVELLI MOVES! Oh my gosh, Crusher just NAILED that exposed turnbuckle with TONS of momentum! The Don with a roll-up, FEET on the ropes for leverage, not like this! ONE! TWO! THHHHHHREEEEE! Don Travelli CHEATS TO WIN, and is the NEW NAPW Television Champion! What a wild match-up, and The Crusher looks knocked out from that steel he crashed right into. That's all for Action! Good night!
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