JOKER'S WILD01/23/2006Fade up on the outside of the Bacaratt Casino. It's a windy, overcast day in Edmonton. There's a severe lack of snow from an unseasonably warm winter. Graphic reads "earlier today." A stretch limousine pulls up, and immediately a throng of wrestling journalists crowd around. The door opens and... TERRY BRANDON, nined, followed by an unknown man in a business suit with a black briefcase. The two men immediately run interference with the media as...THE RAT PACK exit the limousine. All in dark glasses and expensive suits. THE BEAST. STLYLIN' KYLE (who blows kisses). EVAN CARTWRIGHT. And finally...NAPW CHAMPION CHRIS CASINO. The reporters surge, yelling questions at him. "Are you cleared to wrestle tonight?" "CASINO! Will you take this to court? What about immigration?" "MR. CASINO! Is it true you spent last night in the company of Lindsay Lohan?" Brandon is chattering away a milea minute, accusing the reporters of being hyenas and hustles the champ into the building, The Rat Pack a second behind. The unknown man stands at the now closed doors and calls for quiet. MAN: My name is Chaim Wolfgang, and I am Mr. Casino's attorney. I will answer a few of your questions. MEGAN ADAMS: Megan Adams, Edmonton SUN. Mr. Wolfgang, regarding the Hernandez family case... what has Chris Casino chosen to do? CHAIM WOLFGANG: At the advice of my legal counsel as well as that of his business manager, Mr. Casino has settled out of court with the Hernandez family to an undisclosed amount. Therefore, Chris Casino is legally free to work within the nation of Canada. MEGAN ADAMS: Including this evening? CHAIM WOLFGANG: Mr. Casino wishes me to assure his fans and well-wishers that, and I quote, "Tonight I'm going to cripple that (expletive) D!." End-quote. That is all the time I have for questions. Wolfgang slips through the door as the media presses in, yelling louder and asking more questions. But the most important question has been answered...fade. Drums start. Razor guitar enters. NAPW LOGO! KICK IT! "YOU WANT THE GOOD LIFE! YOU BREAK YOUR BACK! YOU SNAP YOUR FINGERS! YOU SNAP YOUR NECK!" DEMON HUNTER's outstanding cover of PRONG's "SNAP YOUR FINGERS, SNAP YOUR NECK" announces the arrival on YOUR television screen, your computer monitor that JOKER'S WILD... IS ON THE AIR! The camera crew gets shots of a full crowd as the NAPW ring has been set up in the middle of Baccarat Casino in Edmonton, where tons of gaming tables have been moved out of the way for it! The entrance curtain is decorated in black with joker's heads, card suits, all the stuff that those professional poker players seem to like so much... BILL HEWSON! JACK JONES! BILL HEWSON: We are LIVE from the Baccarat Casino in EDMONTON, CANADA for NAPW's latest SUPERCARD... thank for joining us tonight for JOKER'S WILD! I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack Attack Jones, and what a card we have lined up for you tonight! JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, you're not even submitting to hyperbole. All four titles are on the line tonight! And in the main event --- even if D! tried his best to STOP this match --- it's going to be D! versus the CHAMPION, Chris Casino in a STEEL CAGE MATCH! BILL HEWSON: One helluva main event, so much bad blood between Casino & D!. later on tonight as well, it will BE The Rat Pack's Evan Cartwright taking on the most unpredictable son of a bitch in the game...and I'm talking about Maniac. And of course, The Rat Pack's D-X will attempt to regain Tag Team gold, but they're not going to have it easy! The Dudes want the tag gold again as well ...The Crimes, the champions, have made the triangle-match a LADDER match! JACK JONES: The local ER better be ready for a sudden influx after that one. And suddenly it's... Lynyrd Skynrd & Kid Rock! The Wisconsin native JC COOK makes his way out to a huge roar, and he's looking in pretty high spirits, playing to the fans! He stops and nods in appreciation at a fan-made sign reading "MINSTREL CAN'T COOK". "Good times!" he says and slides into the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the NAPW Provincial Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! from Kenosha Wisconsin... J! C! COOOK! BILL HEWSON: The young JC Cook certainly with a HUGE opportunity tonight, his first shot at NAPW gold. Not taking anything away from Minstrel, who has held that Provincial Title for quite some time now, but J.C. Cook has everything to prove and nothing to lose! JACK JONES: But like you said, Minstrel has held that Provincial Title for a month. Cook is good, I'll agree. But I don't know if he's up to the level of the champ! Cook in the ring, and than FINCH kicks in. The Minstrel, NAPW Title belt around his waist and the familiar Greek tragedy mask covering his face, strides out. And... gallops down the aisle? FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, the champion...from parts unknown, he is MINSTREL! Minstrel gets in the ring and, after giving the title belt a good long hug, hands it over to the referee, who holds it up high. Senior referee Dick Kiebiech informs both competitors about the rules of this match while J.C. Cook stares evently at his opponent. It's hard to see Minstrel's expression, but he's prancing around like he's riding a pantomime horse. The ref calls for the bell, and Minstrel's still galloping around the ring. Minstrel pulls his "horse" up to Cook, and slaps the taste out of his mouth. Just as Minstrel's about to ride off again, Cook pulls him down from behind, and puts on an armbar. The crowd is definitely behind Cook in the opening match at Joker's Wild! Minstrel starts screaming. BILL HEWSON: Jack Attack, can you hear what Minstrel's screaming out? JACK JONES: No, Hewson, I'm sorry. I don't speak Lunatic. Minstrel is pulling himself to the ropes, and gets a leg up! Cook has to break the hold! Minstrel slides out of the ring, and goes towards the timekeeper. He grabs for the ring bell, but the timekeeper is yelling at him, telling Minstrel that nobody gets to ring the bell except for him. Kiebiech starts counting inside the ring. Cook's had enough, and goes to the top rope? My god! A splash to the outside by Cook onto Minstrel! The crowd goes wild, chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" Cook picks up the prone Minstrel, and rolls him into the ring. Cook with the cover! One, two! And Minstrel kicks out! Cook picks up Minstrel, and the Clown Prince goes for a kick to the gut! But Cook catches his leg. He looks to the crowd, who cheers their approval! But an ensiguri from Minstrel drops Cook to the canvas! He drops on to him for the pin, one two, NO! Cook had kicked out of that one! Minstrel shoves him back on the canvas, for another pin attempt! And only a one count! Minstrel gets up, shrugs, and does a jig. BILL HEWSON: This isn't American Bandstand, this is NAPW! JACK JONES: Yeah well ... it's worked so far for Minstrel. He gets under his opponent's skin, Hewson, gets in their mind. And than he takes advantage of their mistakes. Cook's on his feet now, and he yells at Minstrel, "Let's lock up, Mr. Crazy!" Minstrel gives a thumbs up, and the two competitors grapple. J.C. gets the upper hand, and an inverted atomic drop! Minstrel's jumping around the ring, yelling "Oy! Me dumplings!" Cook from behind, FULL NELSON! And Cook SLAMS Minstrel to the ground! Quick cover! One, two, thr-NO! And the crowd is groaning over the OH-so-near pinfall. BILL HEWSON: It looks like JC's getting frustrated here, Jack. JACK JONES: Well, YEAH! He's not getting the job done! Minstrel's back on his feet, and Cook's trying to capitalize on the Clown Prince's grogginess. European Uppercut out of nowhere by the Minstrel! And a body slam onto the canvas! Minstrel exits the ring through the ropes, and is standing on the apron! What's this? A slingshot moonsault onto the prone Cook! The Minstrel sits on Cook, holding his leg! An unorthodox pin by the Provincial Champ...One, two, Kickout by JC Cook! This guy just won't quit! JACK JONES: Quit already, Cook! The champ's leagues above you! BILL HEWSON: Come on, Jack! JC Cook knows this is for the Provincial title! He's not going to back down from Minstrel! Minstrel picks up Cook by the hair, but Cook kicks Minstrel in the gut! Minstrel's bent over, Cook runs for the ropes --- PRESSURE COOKER! PRESSURE COOKER! Cook just pulled off his finisher, to the cheers of the crowd! And he's on top of the Minstrel for the pin! One, two, three! JC jumps off and starts to cheer! But Senior Referee Dick Kiebiech notices that the Minstrel had his foot on the ropes! The pin doesn't count! Kiebiech tells this to Cook, whose jaw just drops in amazement. "You gotta be KIDDING me!" JACK JONES: The mark of a champion, Hewson, is that he ALWAYS knows where he is in the ring. BILL HEWSON: Minstrel saved his title right there --- nobody kicks out from the Pressure Cooker! Cook's more determined than ever to finish this match. He picks up Minstrel, and throws him into the turnbuckle! Could this be? A Fuzzy Splash? Cook runs at Minstrel, and is in the air! Minstrel drops to the ground, and Cook catches the turnbuckle with his chest! That's gotta hurt! Cook is dazed and hurting, but Minstrel grabs him from behind! INVERTED DDT! Minstrel climbs the turnbuckle, waves to the crowd, and yells "CHALUPA!" Minstrel divebombs Cook with his head! THE KILLING JOKE! He pins the dazed Cook! One, two, Minstrel gains some leverage by putting his feet on the rope, three! Minstrel has pinned JC Cook! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, at eleven minutes and twenty-two seconds... and STILLLL champion! MINNNNNSTREL! Minstrel celebrates his victory over his opponent by giving himself a thumbs down? As a frustrated JC Cook looks on, The Minstrel holds up his belt on the stage, and then gallops through the curtain! BILL HEWSON: JC Cook was SO close to having this match won, Jack! I'm sure he can't believe it! JACK JONES: Hey, Hewson, you can't dispute a foot on the ropes! That's the kind of ring savvy that Minstrel brings to all his matches! No wonder he's still the Provincial Champ! Stay tuned, folks, there's a lot more to come.
FRANK WARBURTON: Your next match of the evening is your Falls Count Anywhere Tag Team Match! Coming to the ring first... "Son Of A Bitch To The Core" by The Headstones blasts over the PA system as The Deliverymen emerge through the curtain to a nice ovation. FRANK WARBURTON: They are THE! DELIVERY MEN! As they make their way to the ring "Jaws Of The Lion" by Old Man Gloom replaces The Headstones on the sound system. FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, Kryenik & Deathrow, The Doooooooooooomriders! The Doomriders appear, although they don't come through the curtain. They come out from the crowd and slip into the ring behind the Deliverymen! They attack and the war is on! Frank Warburton quickly makes his escape as the four men in the ring trade stiff lefts and rights! The referee calls for the bell just as Deathrow and Deliveryman #2 tumble out of the ring to the floor. BILL HEWSON: This thing has already broken loose! JACK JONES: What do you expect? A catch as catch can match? This is Falls Count Anywhere! Inside the ring Deliveryman #1 and Kryenik are trading heavy right hands to the head when The Doomrider rakes the eyes of his foe. Kryenik grabs Deliveryman #1 and hurls him over the top rope to the floor! Meanwhile, Deliveryman #2 and Deathrow's fight has spilled into the first row! Deliveryman #2 drives a knee into the gut of Deathrow doubling him over. The Deliveryman takes a folding chair from one of the ringside fans and slams it across the back of The Doomrider with all his might! At ringside, Deliveryman #1 whips Kryenik into the guard rails back first and charges him. Kryenik manages at the last second to duck his head and back drop Deliveryman #1 into the front row of fans! At this point all four men are in the crowd and casino security is working hard to keep the fans away from the action. BILL HEWSON: So far we've spent all of ten seconds in the ring. JACK JONES: Did you see those fans Deliveryman knocked over? Priceless! BILL HEWSON: Somehow I think The Baccarat will be having to comp a lot of rooms tonight. Deliveryman #2 is now dragging Deathrow further into the crowd, stopping every few minutes to land a few right hands to the Doomriders head! Within seconds the pair find themselves in the casino itself! Deliveryman # 2 is setting up Deathrow for a suplex on the floor when Kryenik bursts through the crowd and hits him from behind! The Doomriders quickly double team The Deliveryman and bring him to the floor with punches and kicks! From nowhere Deliveryman #2 appears on the scene and hits a double clothesline on the Doomriders sending them to the floor! Deliveryman #2 picks up a barstool and rams it into the gut of a rising Kryenik! He turns to do the same to Deathrow, but The Doomrider quickly hits a low blow that stops Deliveryman #2 dead in is tracks! Deliveryman #1 lands a stiff kick to the head of Deathrow and drags him off the floor. Deathrow is thrown against a roulette table and the patrons scatter! Deliveryman #1 grabs Deathrow by the head and bounces it off the felt table before reaching over and giving the roulette wheel a mighty spin! BILL HEWSON: Well this can't be good. JACK JONES: Bet on black! Deliveryman #1 grabs Deathrow and tries to shove his face into the spinning wheel but The Doomrider hangs on for dear life. The spinning wheel is only inches from Deathrows face when Kryenik makes the save with a knee to the back of the Deliveryman! Kryenik holds Deliveryman #1 as Deathrow smashes him in the head with a beer bottle! A loud WHACK rings out as Deliveryman #2 lands a chair shot across the back of Kryenik causing him to release his grip on the Deliveryman! Kryenik staggers towards Deliveryman #2 but gets drop with a chair shot to the cranium! Deliveryman #2 tosses the dented chair away and pulls Kryenik back to his feet. Deathrow meanwhile is pounding away at the head of Deliveryman #1 and has opened up a nasty cut on the forehead! Deathrow drags Deliveryman #1 to his feet and rolls him onto the roulette table. Meanwhile, Deliveryman #1 whips Kryenik into the closest slot machine and suddenly the lights above the machine come to live. As Kryenik slumps to the floor We see that the machine's digital readout proclaims that he's a winner! Hundreds of silver dollars pour out of the machine and onto a dazed Doomrider! BILL HEWSON: Well, even if the Doomriders lose this match at least Kryenik won something in the casino! JACK JONES: Damn! That's the machine I was playing earlier! I knew I should have spent one more dollar! On the roulette table Deathrow is trying for a piledriver but Deliveryman #1 reverses it into a back drop onto the table! Deliveryman #2 quickly joins his partner on the table and both men look to have wicked intentions for the Doomrider. Before they can do anything, Kryenik grabs the legs of Deliveryman #1 and drags him off the table! Kryenik grabs an nearby womans bucket of coins and smacks it against the head of the Deliveryman. Coins scatter everywhere as the Deliveryman is dazed. Kryenik climbs up on the sagging roulette table and hits Deliveryman #2 from behind. The Doomriders quickly pull the Deliveryman to his feet and hoist him up into the air with a double suplex. They then proceed to basically toss him back first onto the table behind them, a craps table, and it shatters under the Deliveryman's weight! BILL HEWSON: Good Lord! A double suplex off of one casino table through another! JACK JONES: Hey, uh, NAPW is insured for all this right? BILL HEWSON: Well, Chris Casino IS part owner of this Casino, I'm sure it's all worked out... As Deliveryman #2 lays in a pile of broken wood, chips and spilled drinks, The Doomriders climb off the table and attack Deliveryman #1 with kicks to the ribs and head. From the crowd the Decapitators rush The Doomriders and a new fight is on! Axe slams a neon Bud Light sign across the back of Kryenik as Diamond hits Deathrow with of all things a stop sign to the head! Deliveryman #1 takes advantage of the confusion and crawls over to his partner to help him out from under the table. Diamond is wearing Deathrow out with the stolen stop sign and Axe grabs a womans purse and flails away with it on Kryenik. Another person comes from the crowd, this one is a woman dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dirty tee shirt. She takes something out of her pocket and gives Axe a face full of pepper spray! BILL HEWSON: Oh my God! Is that Illusion? That's must be Kryenik's wife! JACK JONES: I dunno who she is, I just know the security here at Baccarat Casino sucks! Everyone's getting into this thing! Diamond spots his partner writhing on the floor in pain and rushes Illusion who simply nails a well place foot in the groin of The Decapitator! The Doomriders are getting back to their feet and just as quickly get attacked from behind by The Deliverymen! As security tries to drag The Decapitators away, The Doomriders and Deliverymen brawl as if their lives depended on it. Illusion is screaming at the top of her lungs as her team start to get the upper hand. Kryenik whips Deliveryman #1 into a Texas Hold 'Em table, just as Deathrow rakes the eyes of Deliveryman #2. Deathrow pulls a fire extinguisher off of the nearby utility pole and prays it in the face of Deliveryman #2! Kryenik drags Deliveryman #1 into a small clearing in the destruction and yells for his partner. Deathrow charges across the room and nails Deliveryman #1 with a brutal spear! Both men slam hard into another slot machine leaving a sizable dent. Deathrow gets up and staggers over to Deliveryman #2 who tackles Deathrow to the floor! As Deliveryman #1 is trying to get to his feet, Kryenik hits a Buzzsaw like kick to the head! Kryenik quickly goes for a cover on Deliveryman #1 as Deathrow keeps Deliveryman #2 busy. 1...2...3!!! FRANK WARBURTON: The winners of the match, at ten-minutes and nine seconds... The DOOOOM RIDERS! BILL HEWSON: Thank God this thing is over! We've got hurt wrestlers, hurt fans and... JACK JONES: Oh boo hoo, who cares! What a match! I told you before the show started that The Doomriders would win! BILL HEWSON: But I saw you placing a bet on... Hewson trails off as The Doomriders celebrate in the wreckage, Illusion licking her lips sadistically as she raises the arms of Kryenik and Deathrow! The Delivery Men are both laying, obviously in pain, but tonight: The Doomriders have prevailed. The scene changes, suddenly, to the locker room. And it's TECHNIQUE, in the locker room with THE CRUSHER! TECHNIQUE: Esse, good luck in your match tonight. Show that vato who's the real TV Champ! CRUSHER: I plan on it. Travelli isn't going to beat me twice in a row. So I'll see you later, when you've become number one contender. They slap five, and Technique heads out. Crusher goes to his locker and opens it up...and a severed horse's head falls out! Crusher looks at in disgust and shock, before noticing a piece of paper stuck in it with a short knife. The paper simply reads "T." Crusher roars and throws the horse head across the locker room, screaming for "TRAVELLI!"
JACK JONES: And that man will get a shot at NAPW Champion Chris Casino! BILL HEWSON: Will you stop? Casino still has to beat D! for that! Anyways... Technique & Thunder are both in the ring! During the break, Thunder and Technique have both made their way to the ring. Technique's Tupac is just ending as Frank Warburton climbs into the ring. The camera swings around and stops for a moment on the audience as we get ready for the match. The level of excitement is palpable. In the second row, however, is a very dapperly dressed man, in a top hat and a purple jacket, with a pointy goatee. He seems to be very attentive, and is showing none of the excitement that the fans around him are displaying. JACK JONES: That's a very well dressed man, Bill Hewson. BILL HEWSON: Perhaps a little... too well dressed? FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the SIX-MAN GAUNTLET MATCH for the NAPW Title's NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP! Prior to the match, the order of entry was randomly determined. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown! THUUUUUNDER! And his opponent, from A-TOWN ALBERTA... TECH-NIQUE! Both men pose briefly when their name is called. Thunder, notably, looks like hell. He's got a scruffy beard, his hair is unkempt, has he even slept? But there's a dark flicker in his eye that speaks volumes of what he wants to do to his opponent. JACK JONES: It looks like Thunder slept in a trash heap last night. The bell! This gauntlet has begun! Thunder and Technique immediately lock up. The slightly larger Thunder has leverage and anger on his side, and quickly begins overpowering his opponent, laughing dementedly as he does so. Wait! Technique rolls back! Monkey Flip! Thunder bounces across the ring, howling in rage! BILL HEWSON: Good lord, Jack Attack. I don't think I've ever seen Thunder so worked up! JACK JONES: Damn right, Bill Hewson. He's focused like never before. I hope he wins this gauntlet, and brings some intensity to the main event scene! Thunder is quick to regain his feet and outright CHARGES at Technique, in a blind rage! Technique is a little shaken by it, but manages to step aside and duck into a neat drop toe-hold! He hooks into A SHARPSHOOTER! No, Thunder quickly flails his way to a rope and Technique has no choice but to let go. Technique now, has taken control of this match. He pulls Thunder up, and drops him with a dropsault! Then he hits a flipping legdrop! Thunder can't get a move in edgewise! Technique is going upstairs! FROGSPLASH! NO! BILL HEWSON: Thunder got up his knees at the last possible second, there! Thunder slowly rises as Technique clutches at his ribs, turns, and begins KICKING Technique. Just stomping away at him! Then he drops to his knees and starts pounding away at Technique's head! The ref quickly intervenes to break it up, and Thunder obliges... but the damage may be done! Technique looks dazed, and rises unsteadily to his feet. Thunder grabs and irish whips him... a stiff clothesline! Technique's head is nearly taken off! Thunder takes Technique by the head and pulls him to his feet. Wait! Technique's fighting back! A shot to the ribs! Another! Thunder pulls back...Enzuguri! Technique starts to fall, but Thunder hooks in THE BLACKOUT! He pulls back, scissoring his legs around Technique who thrashes around, but it's too much! The crowd starts clapping for Technique but it looks like he's fading fast. The ref checks his arm, and counts ONE! He checks again... TWO! He checks again... THREE! Technique has been KO'D! Thunder won't let go! The ref has to pry him loose! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner, at three minutes and fifty-eight seconds... THUNDEEEEEER! There's about a ten second pause while the unconscious Technique gets pulled out of the ring by some medics, and Thunder wisely uses the time to lean back against the turnbuckle and recover. He sneers at Technique the whole time. Then, "Cells" by The Servant hits on the speakers, and the woman who interfered in the FCA match emerges from the back! She's got an average build, and is dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. Thunder looks... amused... perhaps a bit unsure what's going on. JACK JONES: This crazy wench is back!? She's a WRESTLER? BILL HEWSON: What a surprise! This is the mystery opponent? Illusion is Billy Kryenik's wife, Jack Attack! And she looks ready to rumble here tonight! The crowd isn't sure what to say, but there's a bit of a pop for Illusion, probably because she's a girl. She hits the ring running and meets Thunder half way, exchanging blows back and forth like a pro! The larger man, however, has fifty pounds or more on Illusion, and with a mighty shove, knocks her on her ass. Illusion glares up at Thunder as he has a good laugh. He looks at the official and asks "Is this for real?" LOWBLOW FROM BEHIND! Thunder howls, eyes wide, but Illusion catches him before he can topple... half-nelson... BACKBREAKER! The crowd is actually CHEERING for her! JACK JONES: What can I say, Bill Hewson? The fans love an underdog. BILL HEWSON: I don't know if Illusion's the underdog out here, Jack Attack! You saw the impact she had in the Falls Count Anywhere match! Thunder rises, clearly angry now, and catches Illusion off guard with a lariat that sends her head over heels. The larger man then grabs a hand full of hair and hauls her up... HOLY HELL! POISON MIST! Illusion unloads a mouthful of purple dye right into Thunder's face! Thunder recoils, desperately wiping his face, but Illusion presses the attack! She rushes the blinded Thunder and... YAKUZA KICK! Thunder reels, twirls, and topples towards the woman! Illusion nails him in the gut, hooks the arms...SIT-OUT PEDIGREE! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner at three minutes and ten seconds... IIIIILLUUUUUSION! BILL HEWSON: She got him! I'm impressed she was able to hit a power move on a man that big! Again, there's a ten-second pause as Thunder, now dazed AND blind, is helped from the ring. And then the crowd goes apeshit! "Path" by Apocalyptica hits the speakers, and Ravager makes his way through the curtains, eyeing Illusion warily. JACK JONES: Ravager just saw what this crazy wench did to Thunder, and he's right to be worried. The crowd doesn't agree. All that cheering for Illusion has just transformed into a huge ovation for the fan favorite, Ravager. He slides into the ring, still keeping an eye on Illusion, and the two begin circling warily. There's a tie-up, but once again, Illusion is out of her weight class. Ravager locks up and hits a Northern Lights Suplex that sends Illusion right across the ring! BILL HEWSON: I'd say something about Ravager hitting a lady... but I'd hesitate to call this woman a lady! Illusion bounces back to her feet and rushes at Ravager! YAKUZA...no! Ravager sidesteps, catches her, NECKBREAKER! Illusion clutches at her head and Ravager presses the attack, pulling her to her feet, and OH! Thumb to the eye! Ravager recoils, but Illusion catches him by the head and a sweet Bulldog plants him face first in the ring! And now, Illusion just takes a moment to stomp on the two-time Provincial Champion! JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, I like this woman's style! I hope she wins this gauntlet, because she and Chris Casino would have a great title match! Ravager has managed to get on his feet, but Illusion folds him with a toe kick, grapples his head between her thighs... JACK JONES: Ravager's a lucky man --- BILL HEWSON: SIT-OUT PEDIGREE! Illusion rolls him over! THIS COULD BE IT! ONE! TWO! NO! Shoulder up! Ravager just barely staying alive! Illusion doesn't give him time to breathe. She pulls him to his feet, guides him to a turnbuckle, and slams his face into it! Then again! The crowd boos as she then slides Ravager's face across the top rope! Ravager clutches at his face and drops to one knee... DROPKICK from Illusion puts him down again! There's another pin! One! Two! Thrnooo! Again, Ravager kicks out just at the last second! BILL HEWSON: Ravager needs to get back into this match in a bad way! Illusion picks him up, and irish whips Ravager into the corner, charges! Ravager lifts a boot! Illusion plows right into it and goes down like a sack of ham! Ravager doesn't give her time to get up, and just drops an elbow across her head... then AGAIN! The crowd starts cheering for him as he regains some momentum! Ravager, now, pulls her up... into a Dragon Suplex! Illusion slowly rises, shakily taking her feet... and Ravager sends her crashing back to the ground with a flying lariat! Ravager gets up fast, and pulls Illusion back to her feet, and now he's calling for the Brainbuster! The crowd goes wild! Wait... Illusion is fighting it! A shot to the gut, and another! Ravager responds with an elbow the back... up she GOES... BRAINBUSTER! Illusion is planted in the ring, and Ravager rolls her over... One! Two! Three! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner at seven minutes and thirty-six seconds... RAAAAVAGER! Illusion crawls from the ring, and with a very disturbing casualness, makes her way to the back. The crowd cheers all the louder as Ravager collapses in the corner, breathing hard. BILL HEWSON: I hate to say it, Jack Attack, but I think that match was more than Ravager bargained for. Ten seconds elapse, and "Devilman" hits the speakers. The crowd goes into booing overtime as Lobo, smirking, comes out of the curtains with Terry Brandon at his back. Ravager couldn't look less pleased. Lobo starts running for the ring, and hits it before Ravager can fully take his feet, and then just starts STOMPING away at Ravager in the corner! BILL HEWSON: Come on! This is hardly fair! JACK JONES: Fair? It's smart play! Press the attack on a weakened foe! Lobo is acting like the Olympic shot-putter he is, Bill Hewson! I hope he wins this gauntlet match for the Rat Pack! BILL HEWSON: Well, Lobo certainly could look at this at revenge! It was at our last Supercard, Black Thursday, where Ravager pinned Lobo to become the Provincial Title! And Lobo hasn't been the same since! Lobo grabs the ropes and STANDS on Ravager's throat, choking him in the corner as the ref rushes over to break it up. Lobo obliges, laughing, but the damage is done. Ravager sluggishly retakes his feet, glaring daggers at Lobo. He takes one step forward... and trips!? Terry Brandon caught his leg! Ravager turns and swears loudly at the innocent and confused looking manager, only to be clotheslined from behind by Lobo! Lobo grabs the stunned Ravager, sets him up with the Pump-Handle... lifts him... WAIT FOR IT! SLAM! And Lobo takes a moment to laugh at the fallen Ravager while the fans jeer! Ravager slowly tries to pull himself up on Lobo's boots and kneepads, and Lobo sneers down at him, shouting "God, you're pathetic!" The Olympic champion waits for Ravager to get to his knees, then BITCH SLAPS him! The crowd, to their credit, starts chanting "You got bitch slapped, you got bitch slapped!" JACK JONES: The crowd calls it right for once! Ravager just got the taste slapped out of his mouth! BILL HEWSON: I think this crowd is trying to fire Ravager up, here, Jack Attack. He needs to get in some offense... ANY offense! But Lobo is in firm control. He grabs Ravager into a Dragon Sleeper... and DDT! On the mat, now, he doesn't let go! He scissors his legs and torques the hold on Ravager's neck! Ravager cries out in pain, flails, grabs the rope! Where's the ref!? Terry Brandon is distracting him on the apron! The crowd starts chanting "Rope break! Rope break!" But it takes the ref an AGONIZING ten seconds to turn around, and then the four count to break the hold! Ravager clutches at his neck, but Lobo presses the assault further, pulling Ravager up and twisting him into his patented Abdominal Stretch! Ravager cries out again, and tries to fight it! The crowd starts chanting "RA-VA-GER! RA-VA-GER!" It's firing up the former Provincial champ! He fights for all he's worth! But Lobo just elbows him solidly in the rib, twists him around, and POWERSLAM, right in the ring! Lobo laughs... maybe a little too hard... and rolls Ravager over shouting "Revenge is sweet, Ravager!" He covers, very casually... one! TWO! LEG ON THE ROPE! BILL HEWSON: Ravager's still in the game! He had the presence of mind to get that leg up! Lobo can't believe it, and neither can Terry Brandon! BOTH of them are arguing with the ref! Ravager is slowly retaking his feet, clearly shaken very badly from the beat-down he's been receiving. Lobo turns, Ravager charges with all he has left! NO! Lobo catches him by the throat! CHOKESLAM! HOLY HELL! This match is OVER for Ravager. Lobo with the cover, the crowd BOOING for all their worth... Ravager gets his foot on the rope! AGAIN! But no! Terry Brandon rushes over as the ref counts, ONE! He throws Ravager's leg off the rope! TWO! NOT LIKE THIS! THRENOOOOOO! RAVAGER KICKS OUT! Lobo is astounded! BRANDON is astounded! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET! Lobo rises and shouts at the ref, insisting it was three! The ref assures Lobo it was two, SCHOOLBOY FROM BEHIND! ONE! TWO! RAVAGER HAS THE TIGHTS --- THREE! JACK JONES: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? BILL HEWSON: And Lobo still has never pinned Ravager! Terry Brandon doesn't look happy in the slightest! FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner at five minutes and sixteen seconds... RAAAAVAGER! The crowd is on it's feet chanting "RA-VA-GER! RA-VA-GER!" Ravager collapses again into the corner and smirks, waving goodbye to Lobo. The look on Lobo's face is... well, priceless. Terry Brandon throws up his hands, grabs is briefcase, and starts heading to the back in a rage. Lobo looks like he might cry, hurries from the ring, and starts shouting after Terry Brandon, apologizing, insisting this is all some misunderstanding. BILL HEWSON: This is intense! Ravager manages to snatch the victory right out from underneath Lobo! JACK JONES: I'm... I'm speechless! Ravager is in a bad way. That was all he had left. And he knows who's left in this match. The crowd knows who's left in this match. EVERYONE knows who's coming out last. Ten seconds. "Scarecrow." The crowd pops for The Predator as he emerges from the back. Ravager struggles to regain his feet. Predator charges the ring, slides in... and stops. JACK JONES: What's he doing!? BILL HEWSON: I think he's giving Ravager the time to recover! That's an amazing display of sportsmanship! JACK JONES: I think it's an amazing display of stupidity! He should get the pin NOW while he has the chance! Predator steps around Ravager's corner and crouches in his own, waiting, motioning for Ravager to take his time. Ravager nods in return. The crowd begins to clap along as they alternately chant "Let's go Ravager. Let's go Predator." Ravager takes a deep breath, winces, and rises from his corner, the crowd cheering as he does. The Predator does likewise. Both men meet in the middle of the ring. Predator extends a hand... Ravager looks around, nods to himself, and accepts! The crowd cheers all the more, and both men separate and adopt a wrestling stance! BILL HEWSON: Very classy, Jack Attack. A lot of respect here in the ring. And there's the tie-up. Ravager slips Predator into an arm-wringer, and applies the pressure, but Predator manages to get to the rope. Clean break, and another tie-up. This time Predator gets the lock... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX. Ravager goes up and over! Predator wastes no time, springing to the corner and mounting the turnbuckle. Ravager rises, turns... and walks away from huge Flying Shoulderblock that connects with nothing! Predator lands on his feet, but Ravager swings around, catches Predator from behind and BACKBREAKER! Predator clutches at his back, while Ravager leans for a moment against the ropes. BILL HEWSON: Ravager's been in this match for almost fifteen minutes so far, and he's taken a beating. But he's really giving it his all out there. JACK JONES: I'm calling it right here, Bill Hewson. Ravager is our new number one contender. The Predator kips up, and turns to face Ravager, who has closed the distance. Ravager lashes out with a stiff knife-edge chop. "Whooo!" And another! "Whooo!" The Predator blocks the third and then goes crazy with a flurry of chops! The crowd can't even keep up as he chops Ravager right back into the corner, crouches, and gives Ravager a few shoulder thrusts for good measure! Predator backs off, Ravager clutching at his ribs, then rushes forward and NAILS Ravager with a lariat in the corner! Ravager crumples, right over The Predator's waiting shoulders... and the Torture Chamber is locked on! Ravager flails, trying to break free or find a rope! The crowd is screaming, on it's feet! JACK JONES: Wait, I'm calling it NOW, Bill Hewson! The Predator is our new number one contender! Again the crowd begins chanting "Let's go Ravager! Let's go Predator!" The Predator slowly walks with Ravager to the center of the ring, and now REALLY starts putting the pressure on his opponent. Ravager cries out in agony, his brutalized body just can't TAKE IT! Predator screams "TAP! TAP!" The crowd screams "Please don't tap! Please don't tap!" Ravager raises a hand... and brings his elbow down on The Predator's skull! Predator reels... Ravager strikes again! Predator staggers, loosens his hold, Ravager swings himself free and... DDT! Ravager PLANTS The Predator square in the ring! He covers! One! Two! Kick out at two! Ravager tries to press his advantage, now. He pulls Predator to his feet, hooks the arms into a Full-Nelson... DRAGON SUPLEX! Ravager then rushes the ropes, rebounds, and hits a nicely elevated knee drop right over The Predator's neck! Ravager, now, helping Predator to his feet, and signaling for the Brainbuster again! But wait! Predator wraps his arms around his opponent, catching Ravager off guard, and surges forward, driving Ravager into the corner! He then catches hold of Ravager's head, turns and BULLDOG! Plants Ravager on his face! Predator lets his own momentum carry him into the corner as Ravager rises unsteadily. Predator jumps! Springboards off the turnbuckle... FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK! It hits solidly this time, and Ravager is DOWN! The Predator, again, follows his own momentum to the corner where he stops, turns, and crouches down! Ravager, shakily, dazed, rises to his feet... turns... PREDATOR SPEAR! Ravager is folded in half and planted in the middle of the ring! THE PIN! THIS IS OVER! ONE! TWO! NO! BILL HEWSON: RAVAGER KICKED OUT! JACK JONES: How in the BLUE HELL did he possibly manage THAT?! The Predator is just as bewildered! The crowd is on it's feet! Ravager struggles to rise, but Predator isn't just going to give up. He looks to the crowd and shouts "THE HUNT..." and the crowd sings along "... IS OVER!" He sets up Ravager for The End... but NO! Ravager powers out, flipping The Predator right over top of him and onto his back! Ravager rushes the ropes, clambers to the top! RAVAGER'S GOING TO FLY... HEADBUTT! He NAILS it, right between Predator's eyes! The crowd can't BELIEVE what they just saw! The roll up! One! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match, and NEW Number One Contender for the NAPW CHAMIONSHIP! RAAAAAVAGER! The crowd is on their feet, it hasn't been able to sit down! "RA-VA-GER! RA-VA-GER!" The Predator rises... shaking the cobwebs from his head. He slowly turns to face Ravager... and extends his hand again! Ravager again accepts it, and Predator claps him on the back. BILL HEWSON: These two really gave it their all, and they both know it! What a fantastic match up! JACK JONES: More importantly, Bill Hewson? We have a new Number One Contender here tonight! And just like I said it would be, it's Ravager. He and Chris Casino will have quite the showdown! BILL HEWSON: Don't count your chickens, Jack Attack. Chris Casino still has to RETAIN that title later tonight. After a few short words are exchanged between Ravager and The Predator, Ravager slides out of the ring, and heads for the back, not even taking a moment to bask in his newly earned title shot. The crowd, none the less, continue chanting his name after him as "Path" plays through the casino. BILL HEWSON: We are going to take a break --- when we return, the TELEVISION TITLE match!
JACK JONES: I can't wait for our next match. The Don is coming! BILL HEWSON: Yeah, a don. Maybe the best word for him would be Cocky and Cowardly! JACK JONES: Hey now Hewson, the Crusher has a good 30 pounds on him, heÕs a fighting champion in my books. BILL HEWSON: You'd cheer for anyone, as long as their resume said "Cheat to win" under their experience. JACK JONES: Obviously that's how you got this job, Hewson. Talent isn't something you're very clear on, otherwise you'd have noticed that I'm the one with the ring experience and you're just a voice with an opinion. BILL HEWSON: Let's just get down to the ring... FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen the next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the New Albert Pro Wrestling TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! On his way to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 274 poundsÉ THE CRRRRRRRUUUUUSHER! Linkin Park kicks in, and out storms The Crusher to a load of cheers. The former All-American storms to the ring, obviously not wanting to wait any longer for his rematch! FARNK WARBURTON: And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds. He is the current New Alberta Pro Television Champion ... DONNNNN TRAVVVVELLIII! The Mafia Waltz plays, and Don Travelli makes his entrance with a warm-up jacket on. He takes his time getting to the ring, making sure to let the Edmonton fans know how below him they are. BILL HEWSON: Look at that arrogance. He's not even acknowledging the people who like him. Two fans waving an Italian flag in the second row are cheering wildly for him as the rest of the crowd boo. JACK JONES: He's a Don. He's higher class then the regular Italian people. He's allowed to ignore them! BILL HEWSON: That just goes to show how respectful the champion really is. He does this for himself, not the fans. JACK JONES: I don't blame him, it's not like the crowd ever matter whether he won the match or not.
The Crusher is bouncing back and forth off the ropes, obviously eager to get this fight underway. Don Travelli turns his back to him and starts to point and yell at fans who are riding him. The bell rings and Crusher runs at him and hits him with a big clothesline into the turnbuckle chest first. JACK JONES: Now who's the cheater, Bill? BILL HEWSON: I heard the bell, maybe Travelli should have focused on his opponent instead of the fans were saying. Travelli gets turned around so he's facing The Crusher. Crusher starts pounding away at Travelli's face with the crowd counting out every punch. Travelli falls to the ground with his back on the bottom turnbuckle. Crusher gives him a few kicks to the face until the ref tells him to back off. Travelli looks a little stunned but shakes off the blows. He grabs the top ropes and helps himself to his feet. JACK JONES: Finally, now we can start the match. Crusher is such a cheater. BILL HEWSON: Will you stop? They lock up in the center of the ring, Crusher takes the advantage and throws Travelli off the ropes. He bounces back, Crusher ducks and does a big back body drop. Travelli hits hard grabbing his back. He complains to the referee but the Crusher attacks him with a stiff kick the shoulders before anything can come of it. Crusher grabs Travelli's head and throws him into the corner. Crusher comes in but Travelli gets out of the way with Crusher hitting the turnbuckle hard. Travelli falls behind Crusher and rolls him up... ONE!! TWO!! Kick out by Crusher. BILL HEWSON: You're not going to beat Crusher with a roll up. JACK JONES: I heard a close three count Hewson. Travelli is a thinking champion. See, you've got Crusher coming out here with all kinds of energy. The best way to extinguish that is to throw him off his game and go for the quick win. Travelli points to his head, obviously taunting Crusher for his quick decision. They both get to their feet with Travelli offering the first blow. Crusher counters and blocks the second punch and kicks him in the midsection. Travelli bends down, Crusher bounces off the ropes and hits a big knee to the face sending Travelli to the canvas, holding his face. Crusher drops an elbow, gets up and drops another one. Crusher has the clear upper hand and grabs Travelli and puts him in position for a jackhammer. He has him up, and holds him. BILL HEWSON: All the blood is rushing to his head now. Crusher plants him into the mat with a fierce jackhammer slam. The crowd reacts with a series of cheers. He goes for the pin, ONE! TWO! THNO!!! Travelli kicks out. Crusher shakes his head with frustration and gets to his feet, he tries to grab Travelli but as Travelli gets to his knees he hits a low blow to Crusher without the ref seeing it. Crusher stumbles in pain as Travelli gets to his feet. Travelli runs at him and grabs him by the head, swinging around into a firm DDT. BILL HEWSON: The pace of the match has just changed here. Travelli hit a big DDT to gain control of the match! JACK JONES: That's what champions do, Hewson! Travelli jumps onto the back of Crusher and punches him the back of the head twice until he locks him the camel clutch. Travelli is leaning back hard with all 242 pounds coming down on the small of Crushers back. Crusher is in pain but gets his arm free and grabs the ropes. The ref forces Travelli to get off of him with The Don arguing that Crusher was cheater. Travelli gets into the referees face and starts point at his chest. The Ref pushes Travelli back. Crusher gets to his feet, he runs off the ropes and catches Travelli with a lariat clothesline that spins the 6'4" Italian onto his head. Crusher falls to his knees but gets up. He taunts and the crowd cheers him wildly. Travelli gets up and Crusher rams a shoulder into his stomach, forcing him into the corner. Crusher runs into the opposing turnbuckle. BILL HEWSON: He's calling for the Crusher Effect --- JACK JONES: Nobody home, Hewson! Crusher runs at him but the Don moves out of the way and Crusher eats post! Crusher stumbles out and Travelli straps on his finisher SLEEPA WIDDA FISHES. BILL HEWSON: Oh no! Travelli has that sleeper hold applied! It could be lights out for Crusher right here! Crusher is starting to fade out. He drops to one knee and then to two, the referee checks his consciousness. One arm raised, it falls, two arms raised, it falls, three arms raised, Crusher catches himself and keeps it up. The fans cheer with approval. Crusher starts to shake Travelli, and he gets to his feet. Travelli jumps up and is on the back of Crusher, still with the hold applied. BILL HEWSON: The Crusher is 6'7", Travelli is 6'4".. one of the biggest sleeper holds I've seen in the business!! Crusher backs up into the corner and slams Travelli hard into the corner, but he still has it applied. Crusher runs into the ropes and Travelli loses grip and falls all the way to the outside. Crusher falls to the ground exhausted from fighting off Travelli. Travelli gets off the ground and walks over to the announcers table. He grabs the Television title and rolls back into the ring. Crusher is up, and doesn't see Travelli has the belt! Crusher runs at him and SPEARS HIM! But Travelli held up the title belt and Crusher hit it hard, in full view of the referee! Both men are on the ground, the referee calls for the bell! BILL HEWSON: Travelli is going to be disqualified here... but he will retain the title! What nerve! Crusher is getting to his feet, but holding his head. The referee raises him arm but he pulls it down and starts kicking Travelli. Travelli holds onto the Television title as the referee pulls Crusher away. FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner as a result of a disqualification, THE CRUUUUUSHHER! Crusher gets out of the ring, very frustrated as he wins by DQ. Travelli, still laying on his back, hold the title up for everyone to see. FRANK WARBURTON: But since the title cannot change hands on a disqualification... Still the champion, Don Travelli! BILL HEWSON: Yeah he's still the champion, but the way he kept it, no one can be proud of. JACK JONES: Hey, by hook or by crook, The Don still has the strap! And that's all that matters, Bill Hewson. THE GOLD.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the TRIANGLE LADDER MATCH for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! (crowd pops) The rules are simple: The first team to climb the ladder and take down the NAPW Tag Team Title belts WILL be crowned NAPW Tag Team Champions! And now, introducing first... KISS! KISS! More royalties for Gene! And KISS...brings out THE DUDES! FRANK WARBURTON: The team of Michael K. Johnston and Cameron Scott...THEY! ARE! THE DUDES! BILL HEWSON: Cameron Scott and Mike Johnston, the clear fan-favorites in this tag team championship match! The Dudes lost the belts to D-X just three weeks ago --- JACK JONES: And then helped The Crimes win the belts from D-X, Hewson, don't forget the Dudes screwing D-X over! BILL HEWSON: The Dudes didn't have to involve D-X in their contractually obligated rematch. Conspicuous by her absence, of course, is The Dudes' manager Tiffany Macintyre. A woman who has been STALKED by D-X's Stylin' Kyle Roberts all week. JACK JONES: Well, I don't defend that one. Kyle hasn't had his head in the game for some reason... The Dudes are in the ring, leading the crowd in some sort of chant... when Foo Fighter's "LOW" rocks the body that rocks the party. You see how it rocks. And from the curtain walk the two-time NAPW Tag Champions... FRANK WARBURTON: Representing THE RAT PACK ... the team of Stylin' Kyle Roberts! Bruce "THE BEAST" Richards! THE NEW & IMPROVED... D! X! The Beast, with his duster and hat on, looks incredibly focused. He puts an arm around Kyle's shoulder and points to the ring, points at the ladder that has been set up in the entrance way. Kyle grins, and than walks the aisle with The Beast. D-X stops near the front row, and Kyle leans over to hug a woman who is wearing a less-than-pleased expression on her face. She sits back with folded arms, and Kyle shrugs. BILL HEWSON: Stylin' Kyle's girlfriend, Amy, of course, has chosen to be at ringside for this match. I don't recall Kyle's girlfriend ever being at ringside before... but than again, her boyfriend wasn't stalking another woman before either. JACK JONES: Well, can't blame a girl for being paranoid. You know, I'm a big D-X fan, but I really hope that between Amy & The Beast's "intervention" that Kyle has his head back or you can just write D-X out of this match. The Dudes aren't much, but the champions have TWO straight wins over D-X! On cue, Foo Fighters dies. The Dudes & D-X are in the ring, eyeing each other down, but than STATIC-X HITS. REXSTATIC. The Tag Team Champions storm through the curtain, Rex Caliber with a familiar goofy yet sinister expression on his face, while Static's face is hidden by the mask. His eyes tell the story, though, and he cracks his knuckles. BILL HEWSON: And here come the tag team champions! The tag team ladder match is on! Indeed it is, as Rex Caliber & Static slide into the ring and immediately take it to both teams! It's a pier-six brawl, but The Dudes have got ahold of Static! Static sent to the outside. Meanwhile D-X is double-teaming Rex Caliber... Rex gets sent to the outside. And now D-X! The Dudes! COLLIDE! D-X and The Dudes firing away! Kyle paired off with Johnston, The Beast with Scott! And The Beast is just... frightening intensity! He knocks Scott off-balance with a big left hook and immediately hoists him up for a HUUUUGE suplex! Stylin' Kyle, on the other hand, isn't faring as well against Mike Johnston! Kyle attempting an early Death Valley Driver, but Johnston easily slips out, Kyle turns around, gets taken down! Johnston grabs both legs of Kyle... 7-10 SPLIT! Johnston gets a pop from the fans and THE BEAST with a SAVAGE lariat nearly decapitates him! BILL HEWSON: Bruce Richards is absolutely fired up tonight! He just decimated The Dudes, did you see that lariat? JACK JONES: I did, but do you see THE CRIMES? BILL HEWSON: And OH MY GOSH! The Crimes have that ladder and they just ran The Beast over with it! There's been a lot of talk about how The Crimes being looked at as underdogs in this contest, and they're almost too happy to be overlooked --- it means they can pick their spots, like they just did! OH MY! Scott gets up, The Crimes run him down with the ladder! Now Static lets go, Rex hoists it up on his shoulder...wait a minute! REX CALIBER HAS THE LADDER OVER HIS HEAD! He's wearing the ladder and SPINNING AROUND LIKE TERRY FUNK! JOHNSTON gets clocked! Roberts gets clocked! Rex is dizzy, but here's Static to take the ladder from him... and he jams it down into Stylin' Kyle's torso! What's this now? Static just placed the ladder on top of Kyle Roberts! Static signals Rex over --- Rex lifts Static HIGH above his head --- and dumps Static on the ladder! HOLY SHIT! Static SQUASHED Kyle with that ladder, Static hurt as well! Amy visibly flinches in the audience as Static & Kyle are both down --- THE BEAST! Knocks Rex down and outside of the ring! And now The Beast is following Rex Caliber, and we have a donnybrook on the outside! BILL HEWSON: There's respect between Rex and Richards, but the tag team titles are on the line! Oh my, what a shot! JACK JONES: Geez louise, Bill Hewson! They can't win the match on the outside! But The Beast & Rex Caliber are firing away on the outside! The Beast shot into the ring post! And now Rex has a steel folding chair from ringside! SMASH! Caliber whacks The Beast right in the back, right in front of a group of Rex Caliber's "FREAKS OF NATURE." Rex points at his fans, who want one more, and he obliges! BLAM! And now...what the heck is this? Static is digging underneath the ring... OH MY. He has A SECOND LADDER. Wait a minute! In the ring! THE DUDES have set the first ladder up and are CLIMBING! They're halfway up... Rex slides in the ring! Static is up as well! Rex just set that second ladder up, and now he and Static are climbing beside Scott & Johnston! Rex puts a fist into the back of Scott, Static climbs a rung to hit Johnston. Static hooks Johnston... DDT OFF THE LADDER! Rex has Scott! INVERTED RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! BILL HEWSON: Oh my God! Did you see that impact! The Dudes may have just been taken right out of this match! And The Crimes... they've only got to climb the ladder! Static starts climbing as Rex takes the second ladder...and props in one corner? Rex spots Kyle back on his feet and throws a right hook, irish whip --- KYLE REVERSES! Rex splashes into the ladder body first! Kyle moves quickly to the ladder, he's got Static by the legs! Kyle looking to POWERBOMB Static down, but Static reverses into a HURACARANA... and KYLE BLOCKS THAT...BEAR-TAMER! THE BEAR-TAMER IS APPLIED! BILL HEWSON: But there's no submissions in this match! JACK JONES: He's not trying to make him submit, but if Static can't WALK, than he can't CLIMB. And Kyle REARS back on the Bear-Tamer, trying to break Static in half! The Beast just rolled back in the ring, and he's got that steel chair! BAM! Right in the face of Rex! Rex looks drunk, and The Beast drops the chair, only to cinch Rex Caliber up and crush him with a slam against that corner ladder! The Beast rushes out and slams Rex down! And now The Beast BEGINS TO CLIMB THE LADDER! He's halfway up! He's going...HERE COME THE DUDES! The Dudes PUSH OVER THE LADDER! THE BEAST...FLIES TO THE OUTSIDE! Crowd is amazed! Scott nails Kyle from behind, hauls him up for a back suplex. Johnston joins in and they deliver the SUPER NECK CRICK to Stylin' Kyle! And The DUDES are back on top! But...they're not climbing? What's this? Scott & Cameron just went outside the ring, and they're going underneath the ring? BILL HEWSON: They've got a TABLE! Wait...they've got ANOTHER TABLE! Why didn't they climb the ladder, right there? JACK JONES: Cos they're slackers, Hewson! They'd rather have a 'good time' than win a match! BILL HEWSON: Hmm...certainly Static is almost to his feet, The Dudes may simply be trying to ensure their opponents will stay down before they try to climb again! The Dudes set up a table on the outside, and than slide one in the ring. Static is up, though, and fires a kick at Johnston! Caught! Static with an enziguri to drop Johnston! Now it's Static & Cameron Scott firing away, but what's this? Stylin' Kyle just propped that ladder up properly in the corner? And he's CLIMBING it on the outside! Cameron Scott sends Static down, turns around... STYLIN'! KYLE! ROBERTS! POLAR-IZER ON CAMERON SCOTT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER! CROWD CHANTS! But Static is the only man that's up! STATIC resets the ladder in the middle of the ring and starts climbing! Stylin' Kyle has enough in him to climb! They climb! Static! Kyle! Both men are near the top of the ladder, and now they're firing away! JACK JONES: Just reach out, either one of you! Oh man, I can't decide who I want to win! BILL HEWSON: Just AMAZING impact with that Polar-izer from the top of the ten-foot high LADDER, Jack Jones! Whoever wins this slugfest is going to be the champions...wait a minute! IT'S TIFFANY! JACK JONES: What's SHE doing out here? BILL HEWSON: Tiffany just came in from the crowd... what's she doing? OH MY GOSH! TIFFANY'S PUSHING THE LADDER OVER! OH MY GOD NO! STYLIN' KYLE AND STATIC GO OVER THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE THE DUDES SET UP ON THE OUTSIDE! And the crowd chants "TIFF! TIFF! TIFF!" Amy just jumped the guardrail with a look of horror and concern on her face and rushes over to Stylin' Kyle! Amy tending to Stylin' Kyle in the wreckage of a table, there's nobody to tend to Static. Meanwhile, in the ring, Tiffany has rolled to the outside, Scott is still down, but Mike Johnston is back up. And he's going to get a ladder...The Beast is on the ring apron! Johnston with a leap to the turnbuckle, DROPKICK to The Beast! Air Canada connects! The Beast goes back outside the hard way! Mike Johnston turns around --- Rex Caliber is there, looking dazed but fighting away! Caliber pounds away on Mike Johnston in the corner, and than... he sees that table in the ring. Caliber grabs the table and begins to set it up WHEN THE MAYOR BILL FLEMING COMES FROM THE CROWD! He's got a neck brace on but he's wielding a kendo stick! Where did THE MAYOR get a kendo stick? He smashes Rex Caliber! Caliber turns around...The Mayor whacks him again! But it's not having the intended effect! Caliber shakes his head and boots The Mayor... OH MY GOD! Rex has the Mayor up on his shoulders... TOTAL ANNIHILATION! Right in the center of the ring! The Mayor quivers and Rex kicks him out of the ring, but in the duration Johnston has gotten ahold of that steel chair! CRANG! Rex takes one and falls onto the table. Johnston rolls Rex firmly on the table...and holds his ankles? BECAUSE CAMERON SCOTT, SOMEHOW, IS ON THE TOP ROPE! HE FLIES! TOUCHDOWWWWWWWN THROUGH THE TABLE! Rex Caliber is down! It's Mike Johnston, ALONE in the ring! He sets that ladder up directly beneath the belts! HE CLIMBS. Johnston up, up, up... there's nobody to stop him... OH MY GOD THE BEAST. THE BEAST JUST got back into the ring, and he's...TIPPING THE LADDER OVER! JOHNSTON GOES FLYING INTO THE THIRD ROW! The Beast dusts his hands off, pleased as his handiwork --- Cameron Scott fires on him! Scott is somehow up! Tiffany looking at her man in the crowd... and she sprints up the aisle! BILL HEWSON: Tiffany's going up the aisle for help here...wait a second! AMY just grabbed her by the wrist! What's going on here? Amy is actually SCREAMING at Tiffany for pushing the ladder over, as Kyle & Static are both just NOW barely getting up. Amy screaming 'I don't care what he did, how could you do that to him?' Tiffany doesn't have time for this, and yells back 'This is the BUSINESS, Amy! You should know that by now!' And oh my GOD, Amy just slapped the taste out of Tiffany's mouth! BILL HEWSON: Somebody break this up! These two ladies are fighting in the aisle! Oh my goodness! But...STYLIN' KYLE IS UP. Tiffany, with her ring experience, easily takes over on Amy until Kyle grabs her by the hair. Kyle with a handful, holding Tiffany easily. Now he's saying 'You really like that, huh, did you? Well listen up...you're going to REALLY like this! LAY YOUR HANDS ON MY AMY!' KYLE PREPS TIFFANY! BILL HEWSON: Oh my God! HE'S GOING TO EMERALD FUSE TIFFANY! SHE'S NOT A WRESTLER! NOT ON THE CONCRETE! Don't DO it, son! JACK JONES: I'm with you, Hewson! Kyle, it's not worth it man --- RAAAAAAVAGER! RAVAGER IS OUT! RAVAGER IS ATTACKING STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! The number one contender is protecting his interests! The Dudes hired him to protect Tiffany, and that's what he's doing! Stylin' Kyle & Ravager are going at it in the middle of the aisle! Wait a minute! The Beast is rushing up the aisle! The Beast knocks Ravager! But hold on, during the melee Static is heading to the ring! Ravager with a low blow on The Beast! He knocks Kyle and than...grabs Tiffany in his arms and takes her to the back, out of harm's way! D-X is in the aisle...but it's STATIC who is in the ring! Static is climbing the ladder, Cameron Scott is dazed in the corner, he can't seem to get it together to do anything. But it's D-X WHO RUSH THE RING! Wait a minute... Bruce & Kyle just TOOK THE LADDER FROM UNDER STATIC! BILL HEWSON: Static is hanging onto the belts for dear life... SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR! OH MY GOD! CAMERON SCOTT --- OFF THE TOP ROPE --- SPEARED STATIC OFF THE TITLE BELTS! Did you SEE the way Static hit the canvas?! JACK JONES: I've never seen anything like that in my career, Bill Hewson! Cameron Scott sacrificed his own body to get that... but that leaves the door wide open for D-X to take the straps! BILL HEWSON: Not like this, not after that amazing move by Cam! D-X IS GOING UP --- wait a minute! Rex Caliber is back into this! Indeed he is! Caliber yanks Kyle down, and now Rex Caliber & Stylin' Kyle are fighting it out! The Beast is at the top...waitminute, the ladder is toppling! The Beast is so close to the belts, but he can't get a steady grip MOONSAULT! WIPES! OUT! REX CALIBER! The Beast with a diving twisting Moonsault off the falling ladder RIGHT onto Rex Caliber! Kyle gloats, and turns around INTO CAMERON SCOTT! Scott blasts Kyle, but it's Static with a running enziguri behind on Cameron Scott! Scott drops in the center of the ring! The Beast is outside! Rex is outside! Johnston is at the guard rail, barely! And in the ring... Static just set a ladder right on top of Cameron Scott! Static eyes Kyle, Kyle eyes Static, they seem to be yelling at each other --- Static hits one set of ropes! Kyle hits the opposite! STEREO LIONSAULTS BY STATIC AND KYLE! ON THE LADDER! CAMERON SCOTT GOT SQUASHED! Kyle & Static both write around, holding their torsos, but Cameron Scott seems to be in a bad way! He rolls in the ring, and ONCE AGAIN it's Stylin' Kyle & Static looking at one another! Static flies with a kick, caught by Kyle, enziguri, DUCKED! Kyle looking for the Bear-Tamer! But that? That leaves him WIDE OPEN for Mike Johnston to FINALLY get into the ring and connect with an OVERCASTLE on Stylin' Kyle! And now Mike Johnston sets the ladder up! He's all alone! HE'S CLIMBING! HE'S UP! HE'S ALMOST THERE! Wait a minute! Static is on that ladder in the corner! JACK JONES: What's going to happen here! Static can't win the match from there! BILL HEWSON: Whatever he's doing, he might not be in time! Johnston IS UP! He's just got to reach out --- and --- Is that JOEY MALONE? JACK JONES: It's the BAD BOY! Joey Malone, in a D-X TEE-SHIRT, just hopped into the ring! And he just...well, low blowed the ladder! But he is tipping it! Johnston doesn't feel like going to the audience again! He turns! HE LEAPS! TORNADO DDT ON BAD BOY JOEY MALONE FROM THE LADDER! Johnston nailed him but good! REX CALIBER IS IN THE RING! RUNNING STO ON JOHNSTON! And now Rex is yelling up at Static! HE'S TELLING HIM TO DO IT! JACK JONES: I thought STATIC was the bad influence in this match! Oh my god! BILL HEWSON: MOMENT! OF! CLARITY! MOMENT! OF! CLARITY! HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! STATIC WITH THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER ONTO MIKE JOHNSTON! They're both dead! Static rolls to the ring apron, kicking in intense pain, Johnston rolls outside the ring! Rex Caliber puts the ladder back up! REX CALIBER IS CLIMBING! REX CALIBER IS GOING TO WIN THIS MATCH FOR HIS TEAM! WAIT A MINUTE! THE BEAST JUST GRABBED HIS ANKLE! Stylin' Kyle is climbing the other side of the ladder! Rex kicks The Beast away, looks up...STYLIN' KYLE OFF THE TOP! SUNSET FLIP...INTO AN MDK POWERBOMB! Stylin' Kyle just jammed his OWN vertabrae, but Rex Caliber is KILLED DEAD (not literally) from that stunning sunset flip powerbomb from the top! THE BEAST CLIMBS! THE BEAST IS ON TOP OF THE LADDER! AND... HE HAS THE TAG TEAM BELTS! Cameron Scott tries to get in at the last second but NO! THE BEAST HAS THE TITLES! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are YOUR winners...and NEEWWWWWW NAPW Tag Team Champions! THE NEW! AND IMPROVED! D-X! "Low" kicks in as The Beast somehow hauls Kyle up, dangling both tag straps in his arms. Amy is on the outside, in tears and clapping her man and his partner. Kyle raises one half-dead arm, than cradles it with his other arm. Bruce holds both belts and they roll out of the ring and up the aisle, Amy putting an arm under Kyle's to help him. BILL HEWSON: And we have NEW Tag Team Champions... I'm shocked that D-X took it! JACK JONES: I thought The Crimes had it up until that last second! BILL HEWSON: I thought Johnston...Johnston would have won the belts for The Dudes if Joey Malone hadn't shown up! What was HE trying to prove? JACK JONES: I think he wants to be in D-X. Who wouldn't be? They hang with Casino, for goodness sake. But you know what's truly strange? The Dudes...in their musical ... called D-X winning! That's karma! ALWAYS believe you're the better team! BILL HEWSON: I believe it was in jest, but...would you look at this carnage! These six men laid it all on the line tonight, for these fans, for the chance to be NAPW Tag Team Champions! We have seen it all, and yet, we're not even done here tonight! JACK JONES: Hey, I give Static and Rex Caliber props, I give The Dudes props, that was one HELLUVA match! But it's those men in the aisle, they are the champs! THREE-time tag champs! D-X! The Beast raises both belts high once again, looking more pissed off and yet satisfied than perhaps he ever has. Kyle is in obvious pain, and D-X turns to leave. Static has rolled over Rex, but doesn't have the strength to help him up, numbly rolling him out of the ring. The Dudes are on the outside, Cameron leaning forward against the ring apron and Mike leaning backwards against the guardrail. The crowd is STANDING, chanting "THANK YOU, THANK YOU." And wait a minute! REX --- CALIBER --- IS STANDING! Rex Caliber STANDS! Static STANDS! The Dudes get in the ring... THEY STAND! The four men eye each other, with the crowds chants completely surrounding them! You can feel it in the air as they stand, bruised, beaten and battered... THE CROWD. Rex drinks it in! The Dudes grin! Static, under his mask...what is HE thinking? BILL HEWSON: These four men --- with D-X --- but these four men, they did not win tonight, but they won RESPECT! They gave you their hearts, they gave you their souls! We will take a break...and when we return, it will be MANIAC versus EVAN CARTWRIGHT! But first... Backstage, Maniac gets warmed up for his match. His wife, Noelle, sips coffee on the leather couch that Maniac insisted be included in his dressing room. NOELLE THOMAS: This is so exciting! I haven't seen you wrestle in person since the MWWF shut down... MANIAC: Been that long, huh? NOELLE THOMAS: Uh huh...am I supposed to give you a pep talk or somethin'? MANIAC: (grinning) Nah, I'm good, babe...I have enough motivation to plow through the entire Rat Pack if I have to tonight. There's a knock at the door. Maniac beckons an entrance, and an NAPW official pokes his head in to say "You're up, Maniac." Maniac sarcastically responds with a thanks, and than looks at his wife. MANIAC: Alright, stay here...don't leave this room for any reason, these are dangerous times...understand? NOELLE THOMAS: Sir, yes, sir! MANIAC: I'm serious. I don't need you getting hurt. NOELLE THOMAS: I know, I know...sheesh. Go. Win. Maniac nods and shuts the door on his way out, locking it behind him before heading to the ring. Noelle turns away for a moment and says a silent prayer to herself KNOCK! KNOCK! Noelle, somewhat startled by the sound, goes towards the door NOELLE: Who is it? OFF-SCREEN: Delivery. She unlocks the door and sure enough there is a man from a delivery service (not THE Delivery Service) standing there with a somewhat small package, he hands it over to her and tips his cap. DELIVERY GUY: Have a good one ma'm. NOELLE: You too. She closes the door and then shakes the package NOELLE: What the hell is it? She shrugs and tears it open, finding a toy doll, with red bloodstains around the eyes. She drops the package in horror and shock. Fade.
MANIAC: Lord of the Ring! And the crowd responds... "King of Kings!" And Maniac smiles again. BILL HEWSON: Welcome back to the action, folks. So far, Joker's Wild has been NOTHING but non-stop, off-the-wall-and-into-your-living-room MAYHEM, and we're not slowing down heading int THIS match! JACK JONES: Indeed, he speaks the truth! Maniac, "Mr. Alphabet Soup" as I like to call him, has had a short, bitter and intense rivalry with Evan Cartwright of the Rat Pack! BILL HEWSON: Cartwright's hunting the Provincial title down, Maniac the NAPW title, but BOTH men are new enough to the NAPW that they could use a high-profile win to support them! JACK JONES: And if that's not enough for you, how's the fact that they HATE each other? Maniac comes off the last turnbuckle, just having worked all four corners. "Turn The Page" fades out, and in direct contrast, synth-pop and nasal tones tell us that now Evan Cartwright is here. Towel over his head, his body language is focused, still without being rigid, determined but not desperate. Behind him, Terry Brandon, donning a fablous silver suit to match his hair and briefcase, stands calmly behind his client, and let's face it, LOOKS GOOD DOING IT. The Rat Pack heads off of their own internal cue and hit the aisle, making a bee-line towards glory. BILL HEWSON: Well, I've gotta wonder if it was Cartwright or Brandon that delivered that last-minute package to Maniac's wife, Noelle... JACK JONES: Come on, Hewson, what are you accusing them of? BILL HEWSON: It's not an accusation, for starters, but since the Rat Pack has already gotten into trouble over sending harassing materials to their opponent's loved ones-- JACK JONES: The COURTS have YET to prove that! BILL HEWSON: ... it was on tape. Anyways, I'm just saying, doesn't it SOUND like something they would do? JACK JONES: Hewson, you don't know Evan Cartwright, and you CERTAINLY don't know Terry Brandon, so why don't you just SHUT IT? Drowning out the crowd's almost-total contempt, Cartwright removes his towel and finally locks eyes with Maniac. With Brandon parting the ropes, Cartwright steps into the ring, and immediately shuts Maniac out again, instead focusing on testing the ropes. Here's Frank Warburton. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is for ONE fall! Introducing first, in the blue trunks and accompanied by the LEGENDARY! TERRY! BRANDON! Hailing from CAIIIIIRROOOOO... Illinois... and weighing in at two hundred, twenty-two and one-quarter pounds, he represents the Rat Pack--EVAN! CAAAAARTWRIGHT! And his opponent, in the black trunks, from Toronto, ONTAAARIO, and weighing in at two hundred, seventy-nine pounds, MAAAAANIAC! Maniac's advancing on Cartwright, why would he--he's offering his HAND? Maniac INSISTS the younger wrestler shakes his hand before the match! Cartwright studies Maniac, neutrally, looks at his manager (that'd be a "NO"), checks with the crowd (that's be a "YES"), and Cartwright accepts, clasping hands with Maniac--KICKCATCHCLOTHESLINE! Ring the bell! WHAT? Maniac went for the Headhunter, Cartwright anticipated it and shot back with a little offense of his own! Cartwright POUNCES onto his felled foe, mounting onto his chest and firing away on the bigger man with his right fist! The referee cautions Cartwright against continuing to use that closed fist, and Cartwright sneers, pulling himself off. Maniac pulls himself up to sitting, still groggy from several hard rights to the face, here comes Cartwright off the ropes, BASEMENT DROPKICK to Maniac's face lays him out again. Cartwright's picked his part early in the match, as he comes off the ropes again, raises his arms, and falls forward, driving double Pointed Elbow Drops onto Maniac's noggin. Maniac is LIVID but still too dazed from the continuous head shots that Cartwright's providing. Cartwright drops another elbow, then rolls Maniac up in a Mahistrol Cradle--ONE! KICK-OUT! Well, you knew THAT wasn't going to work so early. Maniac, spurred back to life, fights his way to his knees just as Cartwright does, and TAGS his opponent with a right hand of his own! Maniac grabs Cartwright by the head, gets to his feet, JUMPING FACEBUSTER! Cartwright comes crashing down to the mat. Maniac's on the warpath, stomping away on Cartwright's back without remorse. Cartwright's convulsing here, reaching desperately for the bottom rope--and he's GOT it! The referee warns Maniac away to break away as a result. Maniac calms downs, nods his head in agreement--then grabs Cartwright's ankles and YANKS him off the rope, going back to stomping a mudhole! Terry Brandon is screaming blue murder outside the ring, DEMANDING that the ref do his job. The ref shouts at Brandon to keep his nose out of it, Brandon jumps on the apron to jaw-jack, the ref's pointing at his zebra shirt, both men are losing their tempers--OUTTA HERE! Terry Brandon has just been given the ejection order from the fuming ref, and you KNOW he's not happy about it. JACK JONES: That's TERRY BRANDON! You can't treat him like that! BILL HEWSON: CAN, WILL and DID, Jack Attack! So if Cartwright's plan was to have Brandon help him cheat to win again . . . he's gonna need another plan! JACK JONES: You know NOTHING . . . and now the crowd's singing "Na na na na". Just PEACHY. Brandon's walking up the ramp, fuming, and as a special treat, Maniac's propped a dazed Cartwright up against the ropes and waves his hand "bye bye" at him. Cartwright's face lights up suddenly, and RAMS his elbow into Maniac's puss! This staggers the Lord of the Ring a few feet, and Cartwright takes advantage, Irish Whipping his opponent into the corner turnbuckle, then goes right for him, unleashing a flurry of boxing blows! Maniac's pinned in the corner, and has nowhere to go, instead trying to cover up from the rain of punches Cartwright throws! JACK JONES: FINALLY! A REAL barrage! Not that watered-down D! crap. Once more, the ref works his way into the proceedings, warning Cartwright FOR THE LAST TIME about closed fists. The Rat Pack's Ronin shoots the ref a look but otherwise DOESN'T protest, and instead turns back to Maniac, EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, perfectly legal. He backs off, Maniac stumbles out of the corner--JAPANESE ARM DRAG by Cartwright send him to the mat. Maniac gets up--JAPANESE ARM DRAG. Maniac's not enjoying himself--JAPANESE ARM DRAG! Before Maniac has a chance to get up, Cartwright grabs the man's legs and PULLS for all he's worth! Boston Crab! And a section of the crowd goes WILD! BILL HEWSON: Who'd have thought that Evan Cartwright would have such a vocal following here, Jack? JACK JONES: I would, you idiot! Evan wasn't brought into the Rat Pack for his good looks, you know! He's definitely THE up-and-comer in this federation! Maniac is groaning in pain, biting his lip! But Maniac is pulling himself toward the ropes, inch by inch! And he grabs hold of it! The ref calls for the break, but Evan's using every second he can to wrench the back of his opponent. At the four-count, he FINALLY lets go. Maniac's laying on the ropes, trying to catch a breath. Evan decides this is a good a time as any to really do some damage to the back of Maniac. Evan runs to the other side of the ring, and is about to run back, when Maniac stands up. Evan looks around in desperation, and Maniac's just ASKING for some more! "C'mon, you yellow-belly! Just TRY to destroy the Lord of the Ring!" JACK JONES: Cocky git. BILL HEWSON: Yes. Yes he is. Evan cautiously moves to the middle of the ring, and Maniac does likewise. They grapple! Maniac gets the upper hand, and KICKWHAM- NO! Cartwright with an elbow to the face to block the Headhunter! But Maniac's not giving up that easily! He sweeps Cartwright's legs out from under him! And now a Spinning Toe Hold on the Rat Packer! Maniac's applying pressure to the leg of the younger man. And now it's Cartwright's turn to squirm! And another! Oh, you can SEE the pain on the face of Evan Cartwright! What's this? Maniac's got a hold of that leg of Cartwright's, and now he's putting it behind his head? BILL HEWSON: I haven't seen THAT move in quite a while! A STRETCH MUFFLER! JACK JONES: Or, as it's properly known, an Argentine Leglock! That's one good way to hyperextend Evan's knee! But Evan has the wherewithal to grab the top rope from his position. And now the ref is calling for Maniac to drop Cartwright! Maniac does so, but tries to grab Cartwright from behind! ANOTHER of those stiff, stiff elbows from Cartwright into the face of Maniac causes the veteran to stagger back. And a dropkick from Evan sends Maniac REELING into the turnbuckle! Evan smiles at his opponent's position and to the cheers of his loyal fans, he runs at the corner and jumps into a CROSS BODY BLOCK- NO! Maniac has CAUGHT Cartwright! He brings him to the middle of the ring, and a BACKBREAKER over the knee of Maniac! My god! Cartwright is on the mat in pain! Maniac takes the leg of Cartwright, and sets up the Figure Four Leg Lock! Cartwright's having none of it, and kicks at Maniac to release the hold. Evan gets up, and gives Maniac the finger! Maniac lunges at Cartwright, only to have Evan catch him and powerslam him to the mat! BILL HAWSON: This is just getting BRUTAL! What WON'T these two do? JACK JONES: They won't give up, Hewson! They're going to keep on going until one of them is dead or pinned! Evan signals to the fans with a twirl of his hand! He picks up Maniac from behind, and a WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! Into a Boston Crab! The fans go nuts, on both sides! Maniac's followers are pleading with him to not give up! Maniac is trying to inch his way to the ropes once again! But every time he makes some ground, Evan pulls him right back into the center of the ring! Maniac is grimacing, shaking his head! "Let's go Maniac! Let's go Maniac! LET'S GO MANIAC!' chants the crowd. Maniac is crying out in despair, and his hand is up in the air, ready to tap? No! He can't tap! He won't tap! But his preservation instinct's kicking in, and he's about to tap! With one final effort, he pushes up to give himself some leverage! And rolls over both him and Cartwright! Figure four leglock! Now it's Evan's turn to scream once more! "Let's go, Cartwright! Let's go Cartwright!" It starts off small, but more and more people get into the chant. Evan looks like he's about to throw in the towel, but he manages to inch himself to the ropes once more. He reaches for them! So close! He's writhing in agony! He reaches for the ropes again! No! He pounds the canvas with his fist in frustration! He tries once more! He's got the rope! He's got the ropes! Maniac breaks the hold! The two men pull themselves up with all the power they've got. It's getting to the point where it's taking every ounce of energy they have just to stand on their own two feet! They stare at each other, gasping for air. The crowd is stamping! All you hear is the pounding of the floorboards! Evan nods at Maniac, and they grapple again! BILL HEWSON: I can't believe this! It looks like a second or third wind for these guys! They're having a test of strength, and Evan seems to have more power here! He pulls down the arms of Maniac, and kick to the gut! Kick to the gut! Maniac's looking shaky! Evan grabs Maniac, and a Sambo Suplex? No! Maniac counters by wrapping his leg between Evan's. A DDT by Maniac! Evan's laid out, and Maniac covers him for one, two, th-NO! The audience groans as Cartwright kicks out! Maniac pounds the canvas in frustration. He tries to pull Cartwright off the mat, but Cartwright with the SMALL PACKAGE! One- two, NO! Maniac won't give that easily! Cartwright pulls Maniac up, and delivers that devastating elbow to the face, one more time! Maniac doesn't know where he is! Cartwright, sensing a shot to finish this, jumps to the second rope on the turnbuckle! Maniac's got his back to the Rat Packer, and Evan Cartwright FLIES over Maniac, grabbing his head, and a DIAMOND DUST! Cartwright with the cover! One, two, THR-NO! Maniac's got enough sense to kick out of that one! Maniac grabs the head of Cartwright as he gets up, and a DRAGON SLEEPER! Cartwright is losing his momentum, AND his consciousness! The younger man is fading! Maniac gutwrenches Cartwright so Cartwright's in position for a PILEDRIVER onto the mat! Oh, this is it! Cartwright CAN'T POSSIBLY escape such a devastating piledriver into the canvas like that! Maniac grins as he goes for the pinfall. He counts along with the crowd. One! Two! Thre-NO! The shoulder of Cartwright is up! BILL HEWSON: I can't believe this! Maniac was positive he had this match won, but Evan Cartwright managed to save himself again! JACK JONES: Like I said, Hewson, an up-and-comer! Maniac is very frustrated here! What's it going to take to win this match? Evan is pulling himself up, rope by rope! Maniac grabs for the smaller man! The ROARING ELBOW out of nowhere! Blood spurts out of Maniac's nose! Maniac's looking shocked, stumbles back, but manages to catch Cartwright with a HUGE LARIAT! Cartwright's on the ground, panting for air! Maniac is standing, bewildered at the sight of his nose gushing blood. And as he just falls to his knees and almost collapses into the turnbuckle, the crowd is on their feet! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Maniac's sitting in the corner. Cartwright is pulling himself up once again! Cartwright takes Maniac, and throws him into the opposite corner! Maniac's dazed, Cartwright runs at him, jumps halfway up Maniac, and flips him over onto the mat! Cartwright goes for the cover...One, two, Maniac gets his shoulder up. Cartwright, having ANOTHER wind, pulls his bloodied opponent back up. KICKWHAMSTUNNER! A Headhunter out of nowhere! Cartwright falls to the ground, and Maniac falls to the ground himself. The ref starts counting as both men try to get some air back into their lungs. Maniac starts pulling himself over to where Cartwright is laying. The ref counts "Three! Four!" Maniac throws his arm over Cartwright! The ref drops for the pin count! One! Two! Thre-NO! Cartwright kicks out again! Maniac rolls over onto the mat, and both men are just splayed out, while the ref begins the ten count once more. One! Two! Maniac is covered in blood, but he's crawling to the ropes. Three! Four! Cartwright's finally coming back to life, as he groans and rolls over to pull himself up. Five! Six! The crowd is pulling for both men to get up! "Let's go, Cartwright! Let's go, Maniac!" Seven! Eight! Maniac's pulled himself up, and so has Evan Cartwright! These two are just not quitting! BILL HEWSON: They can't possible have much more left! And yet... look at Maniac! JACK JONES: Look at Cartwright! Maniac, looking through the crimson mask, just starts chuckling and smiling wickedly. Cartwright returns Maniac's gaze. "Let's finish this," Cartwright mouths. JACK JONES: Baby...it's ON! They run at each other and lock up again! Maniac sets Cartwright up! Kickwham-Palm strike by Cartwright! Cartwright gets Maniac in position for the Sambo Suplex! But Maniac grabs the arm of Evan, positions himself behind the smaller man, and locks in the Dragon Sleeper again! Cartwright kicks out his feet for a Jaw Jammer! Cartwright winds up with another ferocious elbow, but Maniac grabs his arm and throws on a Japanese Arm Drag! Maniac picks Cartwright up, KICKWHAMSTU-No! Cartwright evades! Cartwright with the elbow, but misses as Maniac ducks! KICK! WHAM! STUNNER! A Headhunter finally connects! As Cartwright drops to the canvas, Maniac isn't far behind. Maniac drops onto the prone body of Evan, and the ref counts! One! Two! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...at twenty-one minutes and seven seconds! MAAAAAAAANIAC! The crowd cheers as the hand of one bloody, exhausted Maniac is raised. Cartwright has pulled himself over to the ropes and is sitting in the ring, disappointed at the loss. Maniac climbs over the ropes, about to make his exit, when he looks back at Cartwright. Cartwright gets himself back up, and is standing in the ring. Maniac points to himself and to Cartwright. Chuckles and nods. "That's one for the ages, kid. Good job." The crowd is on their feet, applauding for both men. BILL HEWSON: My god! That was definitely one of the better straightforward matches I've seen. No interference, no foulplay. Just solid wrestling by both men! When we come back... it WILL BE...THE MAIN EVENT!
And than there is a video package. Casino entering, than D! with the title belt, slow-motion. Highlights of the match --- ELBOW OFF THE TOP! GRINDING THE CAGE! NYQUIL DRIVER! And than... PLEASANT CYCLING! D! wearing the crimson mask! Casino fighting, clawing, ready to tap out... "D-X! THE BEAST AND STYLIN' KYLE!" And all hell breaks loose! Casino gets the THREE COUNT --- Emerald Fusion on D! And the assault! Casino holds the NAPW Title belt in D!'s bloody, beaten face and gloats... fade to black. Fade up on Chris Casino & D-X, with Terry Brandon, bragging about destroying D!. D!'s music hits --- it's Wayne Wright to the rescue... and he promptly gets beaten down. THE RAT PACK IS ON TOP. One week later... The Predator is being assaulted by The Rat Pack ... AND IT'S D! D! D! D! FIRES ON THE RAT PACK! Casino in the aisle, wearing a look of shock! CHRIS CASINO! D! HIGHLIGHTS! Casino --- PICTURE PERFECT ELBOW! BELT SHOT! CASH OUT! D! --- STINGER SPLASH! NYQUIL DRIVER! BARRAGE! "AT JOKER'S WILD, CASINO...IT'S GOING TO BE D! VERSUS CASINO! FOR THE NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP... AND IT'S GOING TO BE IN THAT SAME STEEL CAGE!" Silence. Than fade back into the live arena, the thousand-plus buzzing in anticipation... "RIIIIIIIIIIGHT --- BEFORE YOUR EYES!" BILL HEWSON: And D! is here! Jack Attack, and he has potentially never been more ready for a match than he is right now! JACK JONES: I don't know if I'd agree with that. He's spent three weeks going mental because of Chris Casino, and I don't know if he really does have it together. I mean, look at that mask he's wearing! BILL HEWSON: That luchadore black mask on D!, an attempt by the former champion to connect with his Hispanic heritage and possibly unnerve Chris Casino. But these Edmonton fans are going to BLOW THE ROOF OFF! And D! makes his way to the ring with a sprint in his step, wearing his blue jeans --- black t-shirt with no sleeves --- trademark flame Harley-Davidson boots...tonight, complimented by a black lucha mask with flames around the eyes. D! slaps the hands of those fans on the outside and than stops, feeling the cage with his hands. The "special" wheelchair Chris Casino had designed for D!, a threat of crippling, catches his eye --- it's on a platform halfway down the aisle. D! takes his eyes away. He slowly walks around the cage until finally he comes to the door, and with a second's pause, he steps into the cage. And stares. And stares. And stares towards the entrance way. Sure enough, the diabolical sounds of FRANK SINATRA'S "Luck Be A Lady" tonight fill the arena, and the fans boo harder than they have at any other point tonight. Why? Because of that man. Long black tights, long blonde-hair tied back, and the 'Americanized' NAPW Title around his waist. And in a new suit from the previous match (with a scowl on his face because of the ejection in the prior match), is Terry Brandon (w/Kung-Fu grip on his silver briefcase.) JACK JONES: He is CHRIS CASINO. He is the NAPW CHAMPION. And even you, Bill Hewson, cannot deny that Chris Casino has had D!'s number every single time they've met in that ring. BILL HEWSON: I won't deny that Chris Casino has two victories over D!, in singles and in tag team competition. But let's not forget that just two days ago D! had Casino's number. We're fortunate somebody talked Casino into settling out of court or this match wouldn't even be happening right now! JACK JONES: That would've been convenient for D!, wouldn't it? You know he would've loved to take the NAPW Championship back on forfeit. BILL HEWSON: No, I don't. D! wants to beat Chris Casino INSIDE that Cage, Jack Jones. What Chris Casino was doing was uncalled for, harassing a family that has nothing to do with his issue with D! And I think D! did the right thing... and wait a minute, Casino isn't even in the cage but D! just rushed him in the aisle! These two can't wait any longer! And it's true, it's true! D! slips out the open cage door and charges Casino in the aisle! TACKLE! D! firing away with piston-like right hands on Casino in the aisle! Haul up the ponytail, D! sends Casino OVER the guardrail into the crowd! Casino still has that NAPW title belt around his waist as D! gives chase, beating him through the crowd, the fans loving every minute of it. And they are now back in the still-open casino proper, which is currently being cleaned up after that Delivery Men/Doomrideres falls count anywhere match! Security starts clearing people out of the way as D! is relentless, Casino stumbling through the joint! Casino leaning up against the same roulette table the tag match earlier damaged, and D! clotheslines him right on top of it, Casino landing on the roulette wheel! D! leaps up to the table and starts bashing Casino's face right into the roulette wheel! Casino rolls off the table in a heap, finally losing the belt in the process. Terry Brandon, the vein in his forehead throbbing, scoops the belt up as he yells for security to stop this madman D!. D! looks at the crowd of people surrounding them and whoos, popping the crowd. Casino is stood up by D!... standing dropkick by D! sends Casino stumbling backwards into a craps table! And D! CHARGES --- Casino ducks down and flips D! over him, sending D! onto and sliding off of the table the hard way! Casino shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and than nips up onto the craps table and drives a double-stomp onto D!'s chest on the other side. The champion lays some heavy boots into D!'s face, and with the challenger dazed, Chris Casino cinches the front-facelock... SNAP SUPLEX INTO THE CRAPS TABLE! BILL HEWSON: THE TABLE'S BROKEN IN HALF! BY GOD, SO IS D! A snap suplex and D!'s BACK right into the edge of the table! JACK JONES: And just like that, Casino changes his fortunes. He's just that damn good. D! is kicking his leg in pain, holding his back as Chris Casino regains some of his energy. Casino yells at Brandon to clear a way, and Brandon yells at the crowd to get the hell out of the way! Casino hauls D! up and grabs a handful of hair, forcing him to walk. Right hand to keep D! dazed, and now they're returning to the entrance way aisle. Casino grabs D!...RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP right back into the guardrail! The back of D!'s head smashed into the steel. Casino hops over the steel and reaches back down to grab D! up, and than snap suplexes D! back into the crowd. They're fighting right near that platform with the wheelchair --- in fact, that seems to be where Chris Casino is taking D! A right hand sends D! face-first in front of the wheelchair. Casino steps up onto the platform and... oh my goodness, he just sat D! in the wheelchair. Casino with a hand around D!'s throat, the other hand pointing a finger right in D!'s face. "THIS IS YOUR FUTURE, BITCH! SPECIALLY MADE FOR JACKASSES WITH ONE LETTER NAMES---*" BILL HEWSON: And D! has had ENOUGH of Chris Casino's jawjacking! He's fighting back! Indeed he is! D! sits out of the wheel chair and unloads on Chris Casino! Now D! has CASINO dazed and sitting in that wheel chair! D! stands at the back of it and grabs the handles! HE'S PUSHING CASINO IN THE WHEEL CHAIR! Sharp bump dropping that foot to the floor, and now D! runs! Casino in the wheel chair smashes THROUGH the metal guardrail! Casino tumbles out, ejecting and crashing down against the opposite guardrail. D! storms through with fire in his eyes (and around them on the mask, natch.) JACK JONES: Hey hey, what the hell does he think he's doing? Where's the referee?! BILL HEWSON: This is a cage match, there's no DQ! Even if they're not in the cage yet! D! --- he's picked that wheelchair up, he's lifting it over his head! DON'T DO IT, SON! HE'S NOT WORTH --- Casino just barely dodged that flying wheelchair! My God, I hate to see a guy go to that length, but Casino has driven D! just. That. FAR. JACK JONES: All that means, Bill Hewson, is that Casino is the one in control of this situation. D!'s trying to play Chris Casino's game, and that's going to cost him. Mark my words. The guardrail is smashed and bent up, in fact, BROKEN in two places courtesy of D! lobbing that heavy wheelchair at Chris Casino. Casino dodged out of the way, and now D! is beating him up the aisle. They're almost to the ring and D!...D! has Chris Casino in position for a SLINGSHOT! CASINO FACE-FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE! And he is busted wide open --- TERRY BRANDON! WITH THE BRIEFCASE TO THE BACK OF D! Give Terry Brandon credit, he just BLASTED D! Brandon trying to buy his client, HIS champion some time to recover as Casino is lying prone on the concrete. Casino's eyes are open, blood is gushing from his forehead, and he doesn't seem to no where he is. Brandon kicking D!, another briefcase smash --- D! kicks it in Brandon's face! And now D! grabs Terry Brandon by the tie, looks over at the crowd ... they egg him on and D! winds up for the big ROUNDHOUSE to Terry Brandon's face. Brandon drops down, but D! isn't down with him! D! now hooks BRANDON's legs! CATAPULT! Terry Brandon face first into the steel cage! Brandon somehow staggers back up to his knee, but D! is all Chuck Norris and KICKS HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF. Not literally, of course. Brandon blinks three times and crashes forward unceremoniously, knocked out by that huge kick. JACK JONES: We need some help out here! I can't believe that --- Terry Brandon is a retired wrestler! He hasn't been in the ring for seven years, and D! just... that son of a b---- BILL HEWSON: Easy, Jack Attack! Terry Brandon made the mistake of getting involved in this match, and he got exactly what was coming to him! JACK JONES: You --- don't ---- TALK ABOUT TERRY BRANDON, HEWSON. BILL HEWSON: ... uh ... D! SENDS CASINO INTO THE STEEL STEPS! He does! Casino hits them full-force with his upper thighs, crashing up and over with his feet under the guardrail and in the front row. D! steps on the steel ring steps and again looks at the crowd, a frightening figure in the mask! He whoos and than steps down, grabs Chris Casino and tosses him in through the cage door! D! steps through! Dick Kiebich follows in and than the timekeeper locks the door shut! DING DING DING! BILL HEWSON: And this match is now OFFICIALLY underway! JACK JONES: It's about damned time. And D! immediately grabs Chris Casino and beales him into the cage face-first! Casino smashes and drops down, body draped on the middle rope. D! grabs him by the hair and starts grinding Casino's face into the steel mesh! The blue is being turned red and that gash on Casino's forehead is being opened up more! Blood down his chest, and D! is in complete control! D! than backs off, yelling for the crowd, as Casino somehow staggers to his feet. And D! launches in with THE ROCKETTES KICK OF DOOM! One, and a two, and a three, and the crowd begins to sing the CAN-CAN! D! launching VICIOUS toe-kicks into Casino's stomach and finally, Casino staggers back into the corner. Casino is a bloody mess! D! revs up... STINGER SPLASH --- SUPERKICK! BILL HEWSON: CASINO WITH A SUPERKICK ON A FLYING D! Oh my God, D!'s jaw may be broken! It has to be broken! Unbelievable timing by Chris Casino! JACK JONES: And that is RIGHT there the turn-around! You can brawl with Casino, you can bloody him, but you can never BEAT HIM! Never COUNT HIM OUT! D! is laying face down on the canvas, kicking with his leg and holding his jaw with both hands. Chris Casino, meanwhile, is leaning in the corner, trying to gain his bearings. His blonde hair is almost completely out of the ponytail, and is beginning to be stained as red as his bare chest. Casino reaches up and feels the gore and viscera covering his face. His eyes flash. And Chris Casino wears the most sadistic expression he has yet to wear in NAPW. He looks down at D! with hatred and contempt. And DRIVES the elbow into the back of D!'s neck. Casino now straddling D! from behind, and what IS THIS? A new side of Chris Casino... THUNDEROUS cross-face blows to the face of D! Casino holds D! up with one hand and smashes his forearm across D!'s masked face! CASINO TRIES TO TAKE THE MASK OFF! D! reaches up and tries to prevent it... Casino with another crossface, and D!'s jaw AND nose could be broken! Casino now stands up, locking his hands across the waist of D! GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE CAGE! GOOD GOD! D! flipped with such force that he hits the face body-first and drops down hard! Chris Casino than, staggers and stops, raising his arms in supplication and the crowd BOOOS HIM DOWN FOR IT. Casino than... Grins. BILL HEWSON: I don't like the lock on Chris Casino's face, Jack Jones. What the hell has he got in mind? JACK JONES: Winning, Bill Hewson. Winning. And Chris Casino pulls D! up, Casino with an irish whip ---- wait, Casino himself reverses it --- DROP DOWN FOR EMPHASIS --- D! FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL. And SNAPS back down! Momentum and leverage by Casino sending D!...so hard into the steel that he actually BENT it outward. There is a face-sized pocket of mesh that has been pushed OUTWARD by the impact! Casino grins at his handiwork and than again straddles D!'s back, smashing into D!'s face. He grabs the mask...and RIPS IT RIGHT OFF. And underneath, D! is bleeding from the nose and mouth, obviously a broken nose, possibly a broken jaw, and Chris Casino...CASINO JUST STUCK THE MASK DOWN INTO HIS TIGHTS! He's rubbing it down there and now...OH! He's rubbing that mask in D!'s face! Casino trying to humiliate D! Standing moonsault! COVER! ONE! TWO! --- D! kicks out! Chris Casino kicking into high gear, SNAP SUPLEX into the side of the cage! COVER GETS ONE, TWO, TH---NO! Casino wastes no time, hauls D! up. Casino runs, leaps up for a HURACANRANA --- wait, D! seems to be holding him up --- CASINO SWITCHES INTO A DDT! HUGE elevated DDT puts D! down, COVERRRRR ... TWO! D! somehow kicks out, and Chris Casino is ready to end this! Casino hauls D! up! Face-lock...BRAINBUSTER! Connects, and D! is in the perfect position for Chris Casino to ascend the top rope. He's on the turnbuckle! CASH OUT ... HITS KNEES. D! somehow got the knees up and Casino is in pain D! LOCKS ON PLEASANT CYCLING! JUST LIKE IN DECEMBER! It's locked on! Casino in the middle of the ring, he's got nowhere to go! No rope breaks in a cage match! Casino frantically reaching out, trying to counter, he ...DOES... NO! D! GOES RIGHT BACK TO IT! BILL HEWSON: CHRIS CASINO MAY TAP OUT! We are seconds away from a new champion --- NO! NO! NOT AGAIN! HERE COMES D-X! JACK JONES: The new tag team CHAMPIONS D-X, Hewson! Get it right! They're just coming to get a better vantage point of D!'s ultimate defeat! BILL HEWSON: Yeah, that's exactly why they're going to the cage door! What the --- they've got BOLT CUTTERS! The timekeeper tries to prevent D-X, but gets wiped out for his trouble! And The Beast snaps the cage padlock with the cutters, and Kyle swings the door open! D! lets go of Pleasant Cycling and gets into a fighting stance, he sees them coming! BILL HEWSON: D!'s going to bring the fight to D-X, but it's three-on-one! It's just not damn fair, Jones! This should be ONE ON ONE --- WAIT A MINUTE! OH MY GOD! FROM THE CROWD! IT'S...IT'S...! JACK JONES: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. BILL HEWSON: IT'S MARK MILLAR! THE MOOOOOSE HAS RETURNED TO NAPW! AND HE IS ON D!'S SIDE! Hewson's losing his voice, MARK MILLAR! THE MOOSE! ATTACKING THE BEAST! Kyle drops in to help and THE MOOSE IS A HOUSE! OF! FAAAAARRRRRR! The already damaged tag team champions are begging off the AWESOME assault of Mark Millar, the local boy, and the fans are going BATSHIT INSANE (to coin a phrase.) Kyle tries to catch a piece of him, but THE MOOSE plows him! D-X bandaged up from the ladder match, but were they at 100% each THE MOOSE WILL NOT BE STOPPED! The Moose plowing D-X down the aisle! And D-X wants no part of him, they're trying to get the hell out of dodge. Moose yells after 'em, looks back at the cage, gives D! the thumbs up, and chases D-X through the curtain! D! looks on, with the first smile on his face in possibly a month, although it's a damn ugly thing through all the blood. And than D! turns back to Casino. LOW BLOW. Chris Casino with a thunderous low blow on D!. D-X did their job, at least, they saved Casino from Pleasant Cycling. And now Chris Casino is ready to take D! out! He picks him up... ANOTHER BRAINBUSTER! D! is laid out in the center of the ring! Chris Casino than looks up... he signals for the 450, and ... he's climbing the cage? CHRIS CASINO IS GOING TO THE TOP OF THE CAGE! D! kicked out of the earlier 450 ... CHRIS CASINO IS INSANE! BILL HEWSON: Last time Casino went to the top he nailed a FLYING ELBOW off the very top! Is he really going for the 450 --- wait a minute! D! is up! JACK JONES: What? How is he possibly up after that brainbuster? BILL HEWSON: D! is scaling the cage! Casino is at the top --- he's trying to kick D! away! Oh my God. BOTH MEN ARE NOW ON TOP OF THE CAGE! JACK JONES: This is a bad, bad place to be! D! slugs Casino! Casino slugs D! They're both straddling the top of the cage, trying to get the better of one another... and oh my goodness! D! is STANDING up on the top of the cage, so is Casino, they're fighting it out! THE FANS are screaming, PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! Casino! D! CASINO! D! CASSSSSINOOOOOOOO! DEEEEEEEEEE! NY! QUIL! DRIVERRRRRR! CROWD: HO-LEE SHIT HO-LEE SHIT! BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THESE MEN ARE BROKEN IN HALF! D! ...TURNED CASINO AROUND...AND THE NYQUIL DRIVER...FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE ALL THE WAY TO THE CANVAS BELOW! THEY'RE BOTH DOWN! THIS CROWD... IN SHOCK! JACK JONES: I think I saw Casino twitch! Come on, champ! BILL HEWSON: WAIT A MINUTE! D!...somehow gets the arm across Chris Casino! Kiebich counts! ONE! JACK JONES: NO! BILL HEWSON: TWO! JACK JONES: NO! BILL HEWSON: THREEEEEEE! The crowd ERUPTS in cheers! Screaming! Some fans crying and hugging one another in joy and adrenaline! The bell rings, and Warburton makes it official... FRANK WARBURTON: HERE! IS YOUR WINNER! ...and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW NAPW CHAMPION! (pause...) D!!! BILL HEWSON: D! HAS DONE IT! D! HAS REGAINED THE NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP INSIDE THAT STEEL CAGE! JACK JONES: I can't believe it, Hewson! It took a NYQUIL DRIVER off the freaking top of the cage! BILL HEWSON: They gave their hearts...they gave their very souls for that right there, the championship gold, for love of the business, love of the sport! And I give the devil his due...Chris Casino proved himself tonight that he IS a champion! But it is D! who walks out with the gold! And D!, barely able to stand, somehow is standing...and Kiebich hands him the NAPW title belt, which was brought to the timekeeper's table during the match. It's the "americanized" title belt but D! doesn't seem to care, holding it above his head as he rests in the corner! Casino is getting to his feet now, and suddenly he and D! lock eyes, both swaying, both covered in blood, Casino's long hair dyed red. The crowd hushes. D! looks across...and extends his hands to Chris Casino? Casino eyes the hand like some foul dead creature. BILL HEWSON: And a true display of class from D! --- and Chris Casino just spat in his face! No class from Casino! JACK JONES: D! doesn't deserve to have his hand shaken by a man as great as Chris Casino, Bill Hewson. What changes? Casino isn't going to stop hating D! because he beat him! Casino exits through the door in disgust, ignoring the fans who shower him with debris and jeers as he walks back. Terry Brandon (holding his jaw) comes out with Evan Cartwright, and the two pat Casino on the back and suggest that "it's not over" as they walk out. Suddenly through the curtains come...The Decapitators! The Moose! Technique! The Dudes! Wayne Wright! Even The Predator! The locker room is emptying and the faces are going into the ring...Predator and Moose hoist D! up on their shoulders! The Rat Pack is gone, and the crowd is loving every minute of this as D! celebrates with his fans, his peers, his title! BILL HEWSON: This is a moment that will be marked in NAPW history for a long, long time Jack Jones! The emotion in this building is so powerful you can almost physically feel it! I'm Bill Hewson for Jack Jones, thank you for joining us tonight for JOKER'S WILD! Monday Night Fights returns next week...GOODNIGHT! D! IS A TWO-TIME NAPW CHAMPEEEEEN! And with the celebration truly going on, one man stands alone, silent. Ravager --- the new number one contender --- stands just in front the entrance curtain, arms folded, eyes locked on the celebratory scene in the ring. And then, he whirls and exits, leaving the camera's to focus on D! being congratulated by the other wrestlers inside the cage...
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