The Best of NAPW: 2008

BILL HEWSON: Dammit, every match, Dirty Money has done this! And nobody seems able to stop them, not even this foursome!

JACK JONES: They're just that much in control, and that GOOD, Hewson. Face facts: You're looking at the best four wrestlers in NAPW, and they have the GOLD to prove it.

BILL HEWSON: I know they do, but ... oh no. What are they going to do to Lloyd Rees?! Casino... Casino is telling Phoenix to CHOKESLAM Rees through that chair! They're going to try to put Rees out before he can even take his rematch next week at Anniversary Assault!

Cartwright kicks in the face as he attempts to get in the ring as KKP and Casino both shout at Phoenix to chokeslam Rees right through the chair. Phoenix gives them both a look of sudden anger, but I mean, it IS Lloyd Rees... he signals for the goozle, but suddenly looks hesitant. No, not hesitant. "I'll do this cos I LIKE it, not cos you two bitches TELL me too." Suddenly Casino is in Jake Phoenix's face, yelling. "You chokeslam that dirty newfie through that chair NOW, dummy! Do what I tell you!" Phoenix swallows hard, facial features flickering...

SLAP.

Casino just slapped Jake Phoenix across the face. Casino screaming at Phoenix like a bad parent as Krusty Kid Paul curses and tells him to "JUST (BLEEP) DO (BLEEP) IT."

Phoenix GOOZLES Lloyd Rees...

Sets him into position...

oh my God, chokeslam through the chair...

Wait a minute.

Jake Phoenix just let Rees go. Rees sags down. Casino gets in Jake Phoenix's face

and

PHOENIX

GRABS CASINO BY THE THROAT!

CHOOOOOOKESLAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!

JACK JONES: WHAT THE HELL? NO! NO! NO! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

BILL HEWSON: CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE CHAIR! CASINO CHOKESLAMMED THROUGH THE CHAIR BY JAKE PHOENIX! EVAN CARTWRIGHT --- GOOZLE! CHOKESLAAAAAAM~! PHOENIX CHOKESLAMS EVAN CARTWRIGHT! THE WORLD CHAMPION --- GOOZLE! MY GOD --- CHOKESLAMMMMMMM!

JACK JONES: WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?

BILL HEWSON: I don't believe it! I don't believe it! JAKE PHOENIX IS NOT --- A MEMBER --- OF DIRTY MONEY! JAKE PHOENIX --- IS LEAVING THE RING!

The crowd is going

IN --- FRIKKIN --- SANE!

Phoenix exits, not even worrying about his Heritage title belt, and walks up. He turns around, shouting "NOBODY --- NOBODY (BLEEP) TELLS ME WHAT TO DO, BITCH!" The crowd is chanting "PHOENIX, PHOENIX, PHOENIX"... and then that chanting turns to INSANITY! AS IN THE RING!

JACK JONES: ...I had to tell George and Steven thanks, but no thanks, because I was already occupied filming the classic On The Night Beat 2: Electric Boogaloo.

BILL HEWSON: You were Spielberg and Lucas' first choice to play Indiana Jones, eh?

JACK JONES: You betcha! Good thing I turned them down, could you imagine having to be part of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? Terrifying!

BILL HEWSON: Oh come on, the fourth film wasn't THAT bad. Not on the level of the original trilogy, but it's not like they violated Indy on a pinball table.

JACK JONES: Did you SEE it?

BILL HEWSON: ... in any event, what a night we have seen so far! The Beast has returned! Jake Phoenix retained the Heritage Title despite the stiff challenge of Tommy Deathrow! White Chocolate retains her Women's Title! Prince W. Darko returned and stole the spotlight from newcomer Danny Chaos! It's been one hell of an anniversary so far... but it's time to decide another title. Let's go to Frank Warburton for the introductions.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAPW Tag Team Championship! Your special guest referee in charge at the bell, NAPW Commissioner Terry Brandon! And now, the challengers...

"I'M NOT JESUS
JESUS WOULD FORGIVE!"

Apocalyptica used to mean the fans would cheer, but their song "I'm Not Jesus" brings out nothing but the crowd's disgust. They step through the curtain, hateful icons in wrestling gear. One carries a black burlap bag, which has had horrifying uses. The other carries a black, skull-adorned ring bell. They are not happy. The larger of the two limps just slightly on his way to the ring...

FRANK WARBURTON: Coming to the ring at a total combined weight of five-hundred and sixty pounds, they are the team of RAVAGER and KRENSHOV... the FACES OF DEATH!

BILL HEWSON: Last year at this time Ravager was probably the most popular NAPW wrestler. He is still the World Champion with the greatest title reign NAPW has ever seen, but over the past few months we have seen Ravager change... his lack of success this year drove him to these terrifying lengths to finally earn the Triple-Crown that has eluded him for three years in NAPW! We thought KRENSHOV had turned over a new leaf as well, but he has become meaner and more brutal than ever.

JACK JONES: And do you know where it's gotten them? Into a tag team title match right here at the biggest show of the entire year!

The Colossal Kenny Krenshov smirks just slightly, a hateful thing, looking over the jeering fans as he steps over the top rope. By far the biggest man in this contest and one of the biggest men in NAPW... Ravager, hands on his hips, is still outside, staring down every fan who used to cheer him and now loathes him, unblinking. Kenny tries to intimidate Brandon, towering over him... the FoD are not fans of the commissioner, that's for sure.

The FoD's music fades, to be replace by Pearl Jam's "Coruroy." The crowd's sound changes, but not to cheering. A different kind of dislike.

FRANK WARBURTON: And now, their opponents, representing DIRTY MONEY! At a total combined weight of four-hundred and forty-two (and one quarter) pounds... they are the reigning, and defending NAPW Tag Team Champions... the team of CHRIS CASINO and "PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT!

The dastardly duo sweep through the curtain. Evan Cartwright is focused, even a little crazed looking. Casino is holding his neck and scowling, lacking his usual supreme arrogance after the events of the evening. He's not lacking confidence, of course. Evan cracks his knuckles and the Champs make their way to the ring as the fans boo.

BILL HEWSON: Ever since returning to NAPW, Casino and Cartwright have gone undefeated in straight tag team action! That is why they won their second tag team title, and no team has come close to taking them down. Were the circumstances any different, I would be certainly cheering their opponents on against Dirty Money, but frankly, I don't have a favorite to win here.

JACK JONES: So what? The champions are the BEST in NAPW and their contenders should be the BEST! You are looking at the top two tag teams in Canada in this ring right now! Skill level, accomplishments, team chemistry, you could not ask for a better title match!

BILL HEWSON: There is no denying the talent, ability and desire of any man in this match. But it's difficult to look past the glaring character flaws of each team to appreciate that. If there is one X factor in this contest, it is the Tombstone Piledriver Casino took earlier this evening. Lesser men than him have been out for weeks after taking a Tombstone!

JACK JONES: It looks like KRENSHOV has a slight limp on his own part thanks to that no-good Patrick Kidd and The Beast.

BILL HEWSON: I can't say they didn't deserve it, both teams have gotten a little bit of what's coming to them already tonight!

Very good point. The Faces of Death don't budge when Brandon asks them to raise their arms to be checked for foreign objects. Brandon gets hot with them, until finally the FoD grudgingly allow their persons to be searched. The same situation happens with the champions. Cartwright glares a hole in Brandon and Casino waves him off. Finally the champs allow themselves to be checked. Terry Brandon holds the Tag Team titles high in the air for all to see, hands them off to the timekeeper, and then calls for the bell to begin the match!

DING DING DING.

BILL HEWSON: NAPW Commissioner Terry Brandon feels that both the challengers and champions have been out of control over the past couple months, that is why he's refereeing this contest.

JACK JONES: He's only refereeing to screw over the Faces of Death! ... Or Casino & Cartwright. Depends on what minute it is.

BILL HEWSON: Somehow I think he'll be impartial...

Evan Cartwright and Ravager will start this match off. It was Evan Cartwright whom Ravager defeated for the NAPW title last January to begin his epic title run... but Evan holds his share of victories over Ravager as well. They are very evenly matched in size, Evan with just a slight height and weight advantage.

They also both hit very, very hard.

CHOP.

THUD.

Evan scores first blood. His lack of expression is almost Ravager-like, but with a demonic intensity. Ravager's chest quickly turns red...

CHOP.

THUD.

The crowd whoos and winces as Ravager returns fire with a chop just slightly louder than Evan's. Evan's dark chest begins to welt...

CHOP.

THUD.

An even HARDER chop. Ravager grits his teeth.

CHOP.

THUD.

Good God, these are so LOUD!

EVAN CHOPS! RAVAGER CHOPS! EVAN! RAVAGER! EVAN! RAVAGER! Both men's chests are being tenderized... and then Evan switches it up, clocking Ravager with a straight jab. Right hook, then an uppercut and Ravager is reeling from the assault of the former Golden Gloves champion! Evan pushes Ravager back against the ropes, irish whip, lariat is ducked! Rebound, back elbow from Evan, Ravager ducks that, comes off the ropes with blinding speed and hits a lariat on Evan. Cartwright quickly gets up however and lariats Ravager down! Both men shake it off and pop to their feet, the crowd... cheering? Well, they don't have any issue seeing these men kick the crap out of each other. Evan and Ravager lock eyes, what's next?

Evan points to KRENSHOV.

The crowd almost laughs. Evan wants the massive Kenny? Ravager shrugs, saying "Your funeral" and tags in his partner. Kenny comes over, cracking his neck as he stands in the ring.

BILL HEWSON: Evan Cartwright and KRENSHOV have only met once in an NAPW ring, with KRENSHOV coming out the victor... I don't know what Cartwright is thinking, wanting to take on KRENSHOV in this fashion.

JACK JONES: He's thinking that the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Collar-and-elbow tie-up... KRENSHOV simply powers Evan to the corner. He weighs 125+ pounds more with nine inches on his opponent. Brandon calls for a break, and he gets one.

After a disgusting open hand chop from Kenny.

His massive mitt leaves a giant palm print on Evan's chocolate chest, but Evan doesn't tag out to Chris Casino, who doesn't seem to mind. He's tangled with one hoss already tonight and it didn't go well. Another tie-up, this time Kenny just shoves Evan to the canvas. Evan gets up and meets Krenshov nose-to-nose... looking way up. POW! Evan with a big shot! Kenny smirks, it barely fazes him. Another shot! Evan beginning to fire up on KRENSHOV with his Golden Gloved hands, but Kenny easily weathers the storm and knocks Evan down with a big hammer-like blow. Kenny picks his man up, belly-to-belly suplex! He grabs Evan's head and delivers a big kneelift right to the face. Evan is down and Krenshov feels he has the match well in hand. He sends Perfection into the turnbuckle and CHARGES! A 350 pound freight train roars in --- and Evan moves at the last second! Kenny rams the turnbuckles sternum first, his own momentum working against him, and Evan grabs him for... no! A back suplex on the big man! Not a lot of height but KRENSHOV finds himself flat on the canvas. The crowd is impressed, but Evan is not done. He starts viciously stomping on Kenny's left knee, circling Kenny wildly.

JACK JONES: When they're on the canvas, they're all the same size!

BILL HEWSON: Evan Cartwright is just relentless! He has no problem crippling Kenny to retain the titles here... of course, the Faces of Death would do the same. And now we see a tag to Chris Casino!

JACK JONES: The former Untouchables going at it!

Casino comes into the ring, Evan holding Kenny's leg down... Casino off the second turnbuckle with an elbow to that knee. The champions smell blood and are going for it. Casino pulling the leg up, kicking the knee viciously. Kenny is on the ropes and Brandon wants a break. Casino kneels, arguing with Brandon... his knee sneakily over Kenny's windpipe! "Come on ref what's your problem?!" Brandon finally clues in and starts issuing a five-count. Casino gets up at four and grins toothily. He waits for Kenny to get to one knee, the big man struggling with a tweaked knee, and then delivers a standing dropkick right to the face. Kenny goes back down on the canvas, Casino covers, ONE ---

One! Kenny POWERS Chris off, four feet off! The knee is not doing so well but the upper body is the strength. Casino hits the ropes and charges in for a spinning heel kick, but a limping KRENSHOV simply swats Chris away, knocking him to the canvas. And then it's a tag to Ravager.

The crowd, however much they dislike all four men, suddenly become VERY interested in the match.

Ravager.

Casino.

Chris gets up, grins at his long-time enemy. He offers a hand... Ravager's hands stay at his sides. "Come onnnnnn" Casino says. Ravager cocks his head at Casino, who shrugs and slaps Ravager across the face. "Oooooooh." Ravager looks up, and Casino is doing what he does best, talking trash. Casino SLAPS Ravager across the face again. Ravager still doesn't raise his hands, until Casino slaps him a third time --- BLOCKED!

HEADBUTT!

Casino's eyes cross as Ravager's skull thuds onto his. He tries a punch, blocked, HEADBUTT! Casino staggering, HEADBUTT! Good God, the cracking of skulls is a sick sound. Casino does a Terry Funk drunken circle right into another HEADBUTT, and that one sends him to the canvas. Ravager spreads his arms and delivers a diving headbutt! Casino kicks, cover, ONE, TWO, kick-out. Nothing yet. Ravager flashes a glance at Brandon, but that was certainly a proper count. Ravager picks up Casino, snap suplex. Stomp, stomp, Ravager pulls Casino up. Snapmare puts Casino in a seated position... Ravager hits the ropes! Sliding STIFF forearm to the mush, he calls that the Sliding D and if knocks Casino for a loop. Another cover, another kick-out at two.

BILL HEWSON: There's certainly no love lost between Chris Casino and Ravager, Jack Attack.

JACK JONES: It's the hate that keeps on hating!

Ravager picks up Casino, forearms him into the turnbuckle. Pick-up, Casino perched on the top turnbuckle. Ravager looking for... a Superplex? INSTANT KARMA? We'll never know because Casino comes alive and the two trades blows on the top... but Casino has the high ground, and is able to shove Ravager down to the canvas. He then gets to a standing position on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Ravager to get to his feet... MISSILE DROPKICK!

Totally misses!

Ravager grabs Casino in a front face-lock and tags in KRENSHOV... changes it up. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ONTO KENNY'S KNEE! Geez! Casino already took a Tombstone, now all this punishment. Kenny covers, but Evan is in to break it up before it gets even close to a three. Casino probably would have kicked out but the champions didn't get to BE the champions by taking chances. KRENSHOV picks up Casino... lifts him up over his head! He shows Casino to all four sides of the ring, Casino shaking his head "no no no"... Kenny managing to do this with one knee hurting, what strength! And then finally a ring-shaking powerslam to finish it off. Kenny drops an elbow, then gets to his feet and tags Ravager back in. Brandon telling KRENSHOV to get out of the ring, he's ignored. Ravager picks up Casino... GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE. Geez! Casino landed just so that he was on his feet... KRENSHOV SPLASH! Casino takes one, two, three steps out and Flair Flops onto the canvas. Ravager covers ONE! TWO!

Cartwright makes the save before Casino has to kick-out!

Ravager snarls, but stands over top of a kneeling Casino, straddling him. Crossface shots across the face! These ringing blows can't be good for a Tombstoned head... Casino tries to crawl away and up, but Ravager cinches in a rear waist lock for another German OOOOH. Casino's trick knee acts up and catches Ravager "accidentally" in the family jewels. Ravager drops to his knees, clutching his manhood in pain. Casino tags out to Evan Cartwright!

BILL HEWSON: The champions able to make a tag, bringing in the fresh man Evan Cartwright... and he's been chomping at the bit to get back into this! OH MY! What a stiff kick to the back!

JACK JONES: Evan has some pent-up agression that needs to be released, methinks!

Evan pretty much kicks Ravager in the head, then picks him up and delivers several stiff rights and lefts. Right cross! Ravager staggering on his feet, kept up by the ropes, Brandon wants Evan off the man in the ropes no dice CHOP. And now an irish whip, Evan runs with Ravager and delivers the Kitchen Sink right into the gut, flipping Ravager over. No time wasted a diving European Uppercut to the back of the seated Ravager. Off the ropes, diving European Uppercut to Ravager's front! Evan picks Ravager up from behind... wait a minute! WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! Evan rolls through BOSTON CRAB! THE CARTWHEEL! RAVAGER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! COULD HE TAP OUT?

KRENSHOV with a big boot to the back of Evan's head to break up the submission quickly. But Ravager is holding his back, the combination took a lot of energy out of him.

BILL HEWSON: I imagine it will be difficult to score a submission in THIS particular tag match, all four men can withstand a lot of punishment, and when you have a partner who can save...

JACK JONES: I can't predict HOW this one will end! It's way too close to call!

Evan is shaken up, but he's still up before Ravager hauls his man up for a suplex... holding him there? Drops Ravager gut-first on the top rope! Evan tags in Casino, what is this? Casino and Evan both going to the top rope! Brandon warning Evan to exit the ring... Evan with a guillotine leg drop across the back of the dangling Ravager's head! That spills Ravager into the ring, and Casino delivers the 450 SPLASH! CASH OUT! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO!

KRENSHOV WITH THE SAVE!

Brandon yelling at KRENSHOV to get out now, and Casino takes the opportunity to beale Ravager to the outside of the ring. Casino gets in KRENSHOV's face, now Brandon is inbetween those two. Meanwhile on the floor, Evan has a sound cable and is wrapping it around Ravager's throat! No remorse, no mercy in Evan's eyes. He gets back to his corner as Casino slides outside. Brandon starts his ten count as Casino slams Ravager onto the concrete! The crowd response is interesting, they both cheer and boo almost every move, disliking all four men but loving seeing them get their asses kicked!

Casino rolls into the ring to break the count, then back out. He grabs Ravager, stiffs him, then whips him into the ringpost --- reversed! Ravager with a short-arm clothesline that puts Casino down on the floor! But here's Evan to stop Ravager's momentum, and he whips Ravager into the steel guardrail. Evan raises his arms in glory... KRENSHOV clobbers him at a limp-run with a big boot! Cartwright goes down! Brandon is yelling, trying to restore order, as KRENSHOV picks up Chris Casino in front of him. RAMMED into the steel ringpost, KRENSHOV still has Casino in his arms, shifts him to his shoulder... SNAKE EYES into the ringpost! GOD! Ravager is up, he grabs Evan's arms, no way... CURBSTOMP on the concrete! Holy hell! Evan shudders and goes limp. The crowd is sickened but pleased.

Kenny rolls Casino into the ring and heads to his corner, smirking at Brandon. Ravager goes into the ring, up to the top rope...

DIVING HEADBUTT FROM THE TOP!

CONNECTS!

Ravager's own head hurt off that, he doesn't make the immediate cover, but finally hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---

CASINO GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Just barely. Ravager almost can't believe it. He sits Casino up, kicks him in the back, and then locks on the KATA-HAJIME!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager beat Casino with this very hold last year at UNIFIED! And after the pounding Chris' head has taken here tonight, I don't know how he'll be able to survive it!

JACK JONES: Evan is stirring on the outside, come on Chris, hold on!

BILL HEWSON: Even if he doesn't tap out, the KATA-HAJIME is a pass-out move! If Chris passes out, this one is over! I don't think he can even counter using the ring ropes like he did last year, he's taken too many blows to the head!

Casino is not looking good. Brandon grabs his arm, raises it high, and lets it drop...

Once.

The crowd is rowdy, will they see a Tag Title change! KRENSHOV is roaring on the outside. Ravager tries not to let his emotions rise, it's not over til it's over. Brandon raises the arm a second time... lets go...

IT DROPS.

Brandon yells "TWO!" He raises Casino's arm once more, if it drops, it's over, and --- EVAN PULLS BRANDON DOWN AND OUT OF THE RING! Terry yells at Evan, but Evan slides into the ring and NAILS Ravager with a diving elbow, knocking him off Casino! Chris rolls to the ring apron as Evan starts driving the point of his elbow into Ravager's nose repeatedly! Brandon slides back in, yelling for Evan to get out of the ring, he's not legal, KRENSHOV! Kenny picks Evan off of Ravager and now Brandon is yelling for both men to get out! Kenny SHOVES Brandon away and starts slugging Evan in the corner. Irish whip... Evan reverses? He can't reverse Kenny! KRENSHOV with a clothesline, DUCKED, Evan starts firing rights and lefts! Kenny absorbs each shot... but... the impossible!

Evan's flurry of educated fists begin to wear him down. Kenny staggers. He sways. And then

TOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYY!

THE PERFECT UPPERCUT SENDS KRENSHOV TO THE CANVAS!

Terry Brandon yelling for Evan to leave the ring, now EVAN shoves Terry away! He positions the downed Krenshov into a better position and heads up top... MISSISSIPPI PLUNGE! Neither man is legal, Evan can't cover, but he checks on his partner and helps him up. Casino looks glassy-eyed, but Evan hauls Ravager up and holds him. Instinct kicks in ---

SUPERKICK!

GERMAN SUPLEX!

What a combination! Casino pretty much falls on top of Ravager, Brandon tells Evan to get out, drops down to count!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---

KRENSHOV with a last second save, somehow! Evan gets back into the ring and charges KRENSHOV --- CAUGHT! FALLAWAY SLAM! Evan skitters across the ring, and then KRENSHOV clobbers Casino. Wait a minute, he hooks him. Can he? Hopping slightly on one leg, KRENSHOV hoists Casino up high...

TOTAL ECLIPSE!

Ravager throws an arm over Casino as Brandon tells KRENSHOV to get out of the ring, COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--- Evan makes the save at the last second!

BILL HEWSON: This match is completely breaking down! Brandon can't keep either of the illegal men out! I don't know how you score a pinfall when somebody keeps breaking it up!

JACK JONES: Somebody's going to have to find a way, that's all there is to it! Just don't make me choose!

KRENSHOV is back in the ring, grabbing Evan. Evan rakes his eyes to get free of the giant. Roaring Elbow connects, doesn't knock the big man down! Evan hits the ropes again ---

LARIATTTTTOOOOOOO!

From RAVAGER onto the running Evan! Evan flips inside-and-out! KRENSHOV grunts ---

SUPERKICKOOOOOOOO!

Casino scores with a superkick to the butt of Krenshov's jaw that sends him over the top rope! Casino's smirk is gone, he's ANGRY --- He cheapshots Ravager and gets behind, hooking the arms for the BANKRUPT... Ravager stands up, Casino flips over and lands on his feet! Still looking for the arms, Ravager gets free and behind Casino, LAST RESORT, Casino breaks the full nelson, turns around, hooks his man for a BRAINBUSTER! Up high, Ravager manages to flip off! He whips Casino into the ropes, Casino holds the rope to stop, Ravager charges with a clothesline that sends BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!

BILL HEWSON: This match has spilled outside and Terry Brandon has no choice but to count! Wait a minute, Evan Cartwright has a STEEL CHAIR OH NO! ONTO KRENSHOV!

Brandon was focused on Ravager and Casino, he didn't see it! KRENSHOV doesn't quite go down, Evan comes in again --- KENNY PUNCHES THE CHAIR INTO EVAN'S FACE! Evan goes down! KRENSHOV shakes the cobwebs loose, and then heads over to the FoD corner. He grabs the black ring bell! Brandon spies this, he starts yelling at KRENSHOV to put the weapon down, rolling outside to get between KRENSHOV and Cartwright. Meanwhile on the otherside, Casino tumbles into the timekeeper... Ravager grabs him WHAM! Casino with a shot from one of the tag title belts floors Ravager! Casino starts pounding away on Ravager! On the other side of the ring, Brandon is trying to somehow convince the colossal KRENSHOV against using the weapon --- Kenny raises the bell ---

CARTWRIGHT SHOVES BRANDON INTO KENNY'S LINE OF FIRE!

DING!

Brandon goes DOWN from the ring bell to the head! He's OUT! Kenny almost looks surprised, but not exactly displeased, but that gives Evan the chance he needs to hit a Roaring Elbow! Kenny drops the bell! On the other side, Casino has laid Ravager out across the timekeeper's table! He goes to the top turnbuckle then, the crowd on their feet...

FLYING ELBOW THROUGH THE TABLE! EXPLODO!

Kenny throws Evan into the guardrail and heads over towards Casino! Casino and Ravager are both down in the wreckage and splinters of the table, Ravager the worse for wear. KRENSHOV tosses Casino into the ring, along with the tag title belts and the official ring bell! Kenny comes in, Casino manages a title belt shot, blocked! KRENSHOV looking for the PACKAGE PILEDRIVER on Casino, Evan gets in and low blows Kenny from behind! He grabs the title belt, WHAMMO to KRENSHOV! The big man stays standing, but not when Casino clips his knee! The champions pile their belts on top of KRENSHOV, what are they ---

RAVAGER WITH THE FoD RINGBELL!

DING!

He gets Cartwright, but Casino has the official ringbell and they CLANG into each other!

DINNNNNNG!

They each drop their weapon from the ringing impact... and then grab a title belt! Casino and Ravager facing off --- Here come other referees! John Sharplin and Anthony Uruburu hit the ring trying to restore order --- CASINO NAILS URUBURU! RAVAGER NAILS SHARPLIN! THE REFEREES GO DOWN! Ravager and Casino take each other down and brawl, rolling around on the canvas, this is no longer a wrestling match!

Outside the ring, Terry Brandon has pulled himself up to ring height, holding his head in pain, seeing what's going on. KRENSHOV and Evan are on their knees throwing punches at one another! Ravager and Casino roll to the floor! Here comes some security! EVAN UPPERCUTS ONE! TOASTY! KRENSHOV WITH A BIG BOOT! Security try to separate Ravager and Casino --- LAST RESORT! Casino SUPERKICK! NOBODY CAN STOP THESE FOUR FROM TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!

Brandon crawls over to the wreckage of the timekeeper's table, where he is helped up by Frank Warburton.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Terry Brandon has ruled this match... a NO CONTEST!

The crowd boos the decision heavily, but the casualties in the ring tell the story. The Faces of Death and Casino & Cartwright are continuing to try to DESTROY one another, spilling out of the ring again... MORE security comes, joined by police officers! The crowd begins throwing garbage in the ring as a dozen or more men come in, five on Krenshov, at least two on each other man.

What everybody realizes is that Terry Brandon has lost control of not just the match, but NAPW entirely.

Frank announces intermission time as security and the fuzz attempt to corral four raging bulls...

BILL HEWSON: You can't get me to believe you failed a steroid test because you ate too many pop rocks.

JACK JONES: That's my story and I'm sticking it to it!

BILL HEWSON: Fine. Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see during intermission our ring crew has set up the 15-foot high STEEL CAGE in preparation for our double main event! Inside this ominous structure two feuds will come to a head, and there will be no escape! Let's go to Frank!

"WANNA GO FOR A RIDE!"

'Zero' by Smashing Pumpkins kicks in... and 'The Ego Buster' Dan Ryan steps through the curtain to a thunderous pop! He makes his way down the aisle, stopping outside of the cage which was put up during. He looks over the deadly structure...

And smiles.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following is the STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH! The match will end by pinfall, submission, or escape of the cage! Introducing first, hailing from Houston Texas. He is a multiple-time World Champion in the wrestling world, 2008 NAPW Canada Cup winner and a former NAPW World Champion! Weighing in at three-hundred and thirty-five pounds... "THE EGO BUSTER!" DAN! RYAN!

BILL HEWSON: Over the past few months, the NAPW fans have finally started to accept Dan Ryan.

JACK JONES: ORRRRRR their hatred for D! is just so great every is a hero compared to him.

BILL HEWSON: ... No, I'm pretty sure the fans like Dan Ryan. They certainly like him MORE though when he's pasting D!'s face into the canvas!

"NOTE TO SELF: DON'T CHANGE FOR ANYONE!
NOTE TO SELF, DON'T DIE!"

Just then the conversation between Jones and Hewson dies as 'Note to Myself: Don't Die' blasts through the Polish Hall. Possibly the most hated man in NAPW, D!, makes his way to the ring and the crowd is letting them know exactly what they think of him.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Making his way toward the cage from Edmonton, Alberta! He is a former Team CHAMPION of CHAMPIONS and a three-time NAPW World Champion! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirteen pounds... one letter, said real loud! DEEEEEE!

Dan Ryan is standing inside the cage waving D! in. D! doesn't seem that eager to climb in the ring and face Ryan as he circles the cage, sniping at fans, especially those fans who've been at every single damn show. Finally, D! steps cautiously through the cage door. He gulps when the outside official locks it behind him, yelling...

D! is meet by a hard right had by Ryan! Ryan seems to be all business, hitting D! with another right --- then another --- then another! D! tries to hit him back but is blocked by Ryan who picks him up for a big powerslam! Ryan picks D! up and slams him in the side of the cage, causing it to rock. D! gets to his knees and pleads, but that doesn't stop Dan Ryan. The low blow does, though.

But only for a moment.

Ryan is quickly back on the attack but D! surprises Ryan with a roundhouse punch that stuns Ryan. Then it's a drop toe-hold that sends Ryan careening right into the steel cage! D! gets up, flashing evil glances towards the audience, as blood begins to trickle from Ryan's gashed forehead.

BILL HEWSON: I was about to say that this match as been all Dan Ryan and D! seemed to be getting what he deserved but the tempo seems it may be changing.

JACK JONES: That's right Hewson! Never count D! out. With that trip into the cage, D! is in control!

D! kneels on Ryan's back and begins GRRIINNDDIINNGG Ryan's face into the steel mesh in a gruesome sight. D! gets off, soaking in the boos of the crowd. He loves it. Ryan is draped over the bottom rope, blinking blood away... D! gets a head of steam!

Basement dropkick to the back of Ryan's head, smashing his face into the cage again! What a brutal move from D!!

BILL HEWSON: There are no weapons inside THIS steel cage, those are saved for the House of Horrors match next... but D! is using the steel cage itself as a weapon. We knew this was going to be vicious, but my goodness!

D! stomps away on the crawling Ryan, kicking him in the face. Stiff kick to the ribs. D! jumps up --- DOUBLE STOMP to the back of Ryan's head, driving The Ego Buster face-first into the canvas. D! sneers and covers, referee John Sharplin the unenviable task of being INSIDE the cage with these two. The cover!

ONE!

...

And that's it.

Ryan POWERS D! off. The maniacal D! responds with a frenzied screech, charging right into Dan Ryan...

SPINEBUSTER!

The bloodied Dan Ryan nearly broke the damn ring in half using D! as a tool. Ryan reaches up to his face and wipes the blood away. And you know what he does?

He smiles.

The crowd loves it. They know that D!... is about to enter a world of hurt.

The Ego Buster picks D! up and hoists him onto his shoulder. He takes one, two, three steps towards the cage and LAWN DARTS D! head-first, Rey Mysterio style into the STEEL. D! rebounds and hits the canvas hard, and when he comes up... red crimson is streaming down his forehead.

JACK JONES: Both men are busted open blood everywhere. This reminds me of my senior prom.

BILL HEWSON: So you went with your cousin, and... you know what, I'm not even going to ask how this reminds you of your senior prom. But I will say this is just as violent as we expected it to be!

Ryan is back on the attack as he suplexes D! down to the mat. Ryan continues to bleed as the blood is now dripping into his eyes. D! is down but not out as he low blows Ryan once more to gain some momentum, at least enough to get back to his feet. D! digs his thumb into the Ryan's open cut --- smiling as he does it. Ryan is temporarily blinded by the blood pouring down his eye. D! suddenly reaches into his boot.

And pulls out a length of steel chain.

D! starts to punishes Ryan with it getting three or four good licks in --- but Ryan manages to catch it and take it away from him! Ryan returns the favor to D!, busting him open again as the chain rips his flesh. The crowd cheers with every whip of the chain, D! scrambling frantically to get away, yelping in pain as the metal tears meat. Ryan then uses the chain to choke D! before finally releasing him and watching him fall to the mat.

BILL HEWSON: That has to be it. Dan Ryan has got his revenge on D! and can now exit the cage.

JACK JONES: Say it ain't so. Come on D! I got big money on you and...

BILL HEWSON: Gambling again are we Jack?

JACK JONES: Umm, let's get back to the match.

Ryan starts to head toward the cage door that is being held open by John Sharplin, but he decides he isn't quite done with D! yet. He doesn't want to win by escape, he wants to win by killing D!.

Only problem is that D! has managed to maneuver his way to the discarded steel chain. Ryan picks D! up --- SHOT TO THE FACE! D! wrapped the chain around his fist and clobbered Ryan with it! Ryan staggers backwards into the corner and D! climbs up on top of him...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

With every chain-assisted blow, the crowd boos louder and louder. But Dan Ryan is not in good shape after those repeated blows... the blood dripping down his chest.

BILL HEWSON: As much as I hate to say it, that may be the beginning of the end. Both men have lost a tremendous amount of blood, but thanks to that chain he snuck into the match, D! has taken control!

JACK JONES: He had it under control the whole time. He was just playing possum.

BILL HEWSON: D! looks like roadkill, Jack Attack.

Then D! musters up all his strength and somehow perches Dan Ryan on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. D! grabs a handful of Ryan's short cropped hair and pulls him perpindicular. Ryan is in a bad position and D! KICKS HIM IN THE SPINE! Ryan falls down into the TREE OF WOE. D! chokes Ryan with his flame-detailed Harley boot right in the throat, then gets some distance... BASEMENT DROPKICK right into the face! Dan Ryan could be out right here, and upside down to boot.

D! then mocks Ryan... and jaws with the crowd before getting a smile of confidence on his face. D! then begins to climb the steel cage as chants of Ryan, Ryan, Ryan break out. Ryan is still dangling upside down, but showing signs of life. D! continues to climb but not as fast as possible as he continues to jaw with the crowd. Ryan tumbles free of the Tree of Woe!

D! is almost at the top, he's reaching over the top of the cage!

Ryan is back to his feet but D! is going over! It's too late ---

NO!

Ryan runs toward the side of the cage and shoulder blocks it! The cage rattles! D! loses his grip and begins to fall but he grabs back ahold and starts to climb again. Ryan climbs after him, grabbing his foot and yanking him

ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE MAT! D! CRASHES AND BURNS FROM 15 FEET HIGH! Ryan is standing on the top rope at this point, he looks down, shrugs, and drops a three-hundred-plus pound elbow right into D!'s heart!

BILL HEWSON: I can't believe the violence of this match. It is like something you would see in REBEL Pro!

JACK JONES: Don't mention that second rate fed to me, especially as we celebrate NAPW's anniversary. And as far as violence goes that is exactly what D! likes! He's got the match perfectly under control!

BILL HEWSON: Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, Jack!

The dive took a fair amount of Dan Ryan as well, but he hooks a leg...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE---

D! barely gets his shoulder up!

BILL HEWSON: Somehow D! found the will to stay in this match, and I'll give him credit for that. But at this point, both men have lost a lot of blood, they've taken a tremendous amount of punishment... I don't know how much more gas is in either man's tank!

JACK JONES: This match isn't fancy, Hewson, it's just pure brutality! Who needs GARBAGE Pro, these two just beat the hell out of each other with bare hands! And one chain. But you know, only ONE.

Ryan is swaying on his feet, he's lost a lot of blood. He picks D! up, only to take a vicious steel-toe to the forehead that knocks him back. D! unleashes another kick.

Another.

A chop.

A spin kick.

The blows rain down, faster, until they become...

A BARRAGE.

Ryan is somehow swaying, somehow up, but D! is almost a blur, delivering a Beat-O-Barrage for the ages! Ryan goes down to one knee, and D! unloads a BUZZ KICK right to the side of the head! Finally, Dan Ryan slumps to the canvas. D! blows snot down at Ryan's bloody, near-comatose body. Then. He looks up. And grins red.

BILL HEWSON: D! going to the top rope, what's he thinking --- could he?

JACK JONES: The very move that won him the ToC! The Ramma Jamma Elbow Hamma!

D! preens, but suddenly stops. He looks up.

HIGHER.

Remembering his cage match with Chris Casino. He prepares to climb... but out of the corner of his eye sees the impossible. Dan Ryan is getting back to his feet. D! scowls, and then raises his arms like an eagle on the top turnbuckle. He leaps off with an axhandle blow ---

SUPERKICK.

Right into the flying D!'s jaw, snapping his head back! Good God! That was all Ryan had, he collapses himself and both men are down!

BILL HEWSON: There is no ten-count in this match, the match only ends one of three ways! If Dan Ryan could throw an arm over D!, he could win this after that vicious superkick, knocking D! out of the air with such force and impact...

JACK JONES: But he can't, Hewson! This match is taking it's toll on both men!

BILL HEWSON: We knew it would be personal, we knew it would be violent, but we never imagined just how bad it would get!

Slowly.

Dan Ryan gets to his feet.

Slowly, using the ropes, D! gets to his.

They meet in the center of the ring, almost leaning against one another... and then start punching the SHIT out of each other.

RYAN.

D!.

RYAN.

D!.

RYAN... staggers back some... D! is the smaller man by far but his THING is striking, deadly hands...

D! is swaying on his feet, Dan Ryan has so much power behind those blows...

WHAM

WHAM

WHAM

It's an exchange D! can't possibly win, and he drops like a sack of potatoes. The crowd is going crazy, because D!. Is. Dead.

Ryan picks D! up by the scruff of the neck and jams his head between his thighs. The crowd get TO THEIR FEET (they haven't sat down!) as Ryan readies to humble One Letter! He flips him up --- HUMILITY BOMB --- in desperation D! jams his thumbs into Ryan's blood-covered eyes! Ryan loses his grip and D! slips behind to deliver the NYQUIL SPIKE! NYQUIL SPIKE! D! FALLS OVER DAN RYAN AND COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

KICK-OUT!

BILL HEWSON: HE KICKED OUT, HE KICKED OUT!

JACK JONES: How did he kick out, HOW?!

BILL HEWSON: D! just his Dan Ryan with his best move, and Ryan found a way to get out! What else can he do?

JACK JONES: I'll tell you what else he can do! He can CLIMB! CLIMB FOR HIS LIFE!

D! climbs the turnbuckle, getting fingerholds in the steel mesh of the corner. He climbs up, looking to just get the hell out and win this match... Dan Ryan is up! Ryan shakes blood out of his eyes and comes to the corner, where he grabs D! by the thighs! D! shakes his head "No no no no no!" He holds onto the cage mesh for dear life as Ryan has him in position, D! holds on --- his fingers slip! Ryan hoists D! high in the air...

HUMILITY BOMB.

D! is done, spread-eagled on the canvas. Ryan slumps back against the corner as the crowd chants his name. "RYAN, RYAN, RYAN." Ryan looks at D!'s carcass. He staggers out of the corner, nudges D! with his toe. Nothing. He could end it right here.

But really, that would hardly be enough.

JACK JONES: Come on now enough is enough. D! is already in need of medical help. What more does Dan Ryan want?!

BILL HEWSON: I think Dan Ryan wants D! to know, for the rest of his life, that he miessed with the wrong person.

JACK JONES: I bet you are one of those people who think there is always a silver lining, too.

BILL HEWSON: Do you ever listen to yourself? I agree Dan Ryan could end it right now, but I can understand that after everything D! has said and done to him... one Humility Bomb isn't enough! Not for an egomaniac like D!, and Dan Ryan? He's the Ego BUSTER!

Ryan looks at the crowd, grinning bad intentions. They want to see it. Ryan picks D! up, D! can't even stand. That's okay, Dan Ryan has more than enough strength to position him. Ryan lifts D! up --- and RUNS forward!

HUMILITY BOMB INTO THE CAGE ---

Which

Gives

WAY.

The entire side of the cage gives way towards the entrance as fans scream! The limp body of D! crashes in a raucous clattering of steel on concrete as the entire wall hits the floor! D! bounces off the mesh and into the aisleway, coming to a stop.

"HOLY (BLEEP)!
HOLY (BLEEP)!
HOLY (BLEEP)!
HOLY (BLEEP)!"

BILL HEWSON: The cage gave way! My God, the cage gave WAY from the force of the Humility Bomb! Dan Ryan has DESTROYED D! ---

DING DING DING.

BILL HEWSON: Wait a minute, John Sharplin has called for the bell.

JACK JONES: What happened? Who won?

BILL HEWSON: John Sharplin is about to tell us if you will just be quiet for a minute.

John Sharplin is discussing the situation with Morgan Smythe, who was on the outside of the cage for the match guarding the door. She nods gravely to John. Ryan, in the ring, looks down at the sight of EMTs attending to the motionless D! on top of the steel mesh. The crowd is chanting Holy (BLEEP) over and over again, but getting a little anxious the longer the announcement of Ryan's destruction takes. Finally, Sharplin confers with Frank Warburton, and the ring announcer speaks.

FRANK WARBURTON: John Sharplin has conferred with his junior official. The winner of this match... as a result of ESCAPE...

DEEEEEE!

The NAPW fans begin to chant bullshit, bullshit as EMTs bring out a stretcher to stabilize D!. Ryan tilts his head, surveying his handiwork, an expression of "you've got to be kidding..." on his face. The crowd sure isn't happy.

BILL HEWSON: In the strangest fashion possible... ladies and gentlemen, D! is your winner. I'd hardly call it a win to be proud of.

JACK JONES: In this sport, any victory is a victory to be proud of! Whether it's by hook or by crook!

BILL HEWSON: This one was hook that for sure.

JACK JONES: Say what you want to Hewson, but D! is still the winner.

Dan Ryan stares down D! as the EMTs squirrel him through the curtain. He then stares at the crowd before staring at the crowd and raising his hand in victory, receiving a roar of approval. Ryan exits the ring and heads to the back.

FRANK WARBURTON: Fans, we are going to have to take an unscheduled brief intermission... as soon as we get this cage repaired, we will bring you our MAIN EVENT! Don't go too far!

And now.

The ring is stained with blood. The fans are buzzing right now, and the buzz gets bigger as The Black Keys play over the speakers. The pop isn't as big as it has been in the past, a slightly mixed reaction... as nobody is quite sure where the challenger stands right now...

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall and can only end by PINFALL or SUBMISSION... and it is for the NAPW World Championship! Making his way to the ring first, the challenger! From Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, weighing in at two hundred and forty seven pounds... the former champion, "LDK" Lloyd Rees!

Rees seems to be in another world right now as he steps into the House of Horrors. He surveys the weapons hanging from the cage. Tables are folded up and leaning against the ring apron. Chairs, some wrapped in barbed wire, some just regular metal. Various objects wrapped in barbed wire: If They Only Knew by Chyna. A double ended dildo. A baseball bat. There looks to be a bottle opener or two on the mat near the turnbuckles. No shortage of weapons for this bout...

"Dress Like a Target" starts up, and there's no doubt as to the fans feelings on the champion...

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, representing DIRTY MONEY! From Kitchener, Ontario. He weighs two hundred and forty pounds, and is your NAPW World Champion... KRUSTY KID PAUL!!!

KKP soaks in the hate. He's dressed as a warlock of sorts. But the costume doesn't matter right now. The NAPW World title belt around his waist does. Rees does not take his eyes off the belt until it's in the hands of referee Dick Kiebiech. He holds it up for the fans to see. Rees and KKP lock eyes. Kiebiech calls for the bell, and they don't even bother to lock up! The two men trade punches center ring, with the brawler KKP taking control right away. He whips Rees to the ropes... Rees puts the breaks on, and spins around and catches KKP with a dropkick. KKP goes down, and now Rees drops an elbow right to the champ's sternum! He tries to lock in a surfboard but KKP gets an arm free and manages to elbow Rees away. He gets to his feet, and eyes some of the weapons hanging from the cage. He then looks at Rees, and remembers the promise he made. He goes for a lock up, and slips behind for a waistlock. Rees is caught a bit off guard, and tries to break the hold, but KKP hits the Bottle Opener! Rees taken down with the German Suplex then gets an elbow to the face as an added bonus. He goes for a cover, but Rees rolls onto his side before KKP can even hook the leg. And now Rees is looking for a weapon. KKP smirks, as if he's about to be proven right about what he's been saying...

And now Rees with a double leg takedown! He gets KKP onto his back, and he hooks the legs for a slingshot into the cage... KKP struggles, Rees loses his grip... KKP gets a leg free and tries to kick Rees in the face... Rees grabs the leg... and he turns KKP over for a Boston Crab! That earns some cheers as the champion is in some serious pain right now! KKP manages to pull himself to the ropes, not that there are any rope breaks here. But he manages to pull himself up and loosen some of the pressure. Rees lets go of the hold and tries to lock him in a camel clutch, but KKP slips out of it... Rees grabs a hold of KKP's costume and tries to pull him in for a headlock, but the fabric tears, and KKP gets free of the hold... boot to the gut, and Rees is doubled over! KKP pounces... PILEDRIVER! Rees planted in the mat, and Krusty Kid Paul looks to end things early! He hooks the leg for a cover! One.. two... Rees gets a shoulder up! A sigh of relief from the fans, but still some uncertainty. KKP lays in with several boots to the midsection of the challenger. Rees trying to fight his way to his feet, but KKP stands over him, knocking him back down.

BILL HEWSON: Krusty Kid Paul keeping his promise, not using the weapons that surround him.

JACK JONES: Doesn't look like he needs them. The CHAMP is in control.

Rees catches the foot of KKP after one last attempted kick, and he pushes back, sending KKP to the mat. Rees to his feet, and he looks ready to...

KKP gets a boot up, and catches the challenger below the belt. Rees is staggered, and now the champion decides to step things up even more. He grabs Rees by the hair and drives him face first into the cage! Rees' head connects with a sickening thud! He stumbles backwards, and KKP is waiting with a big boot! Rees to the mat, and now KKP is smiling. He's proven he can dominate on his own merits. Now he can have some fun. He grabs the first weapon he sees. A bottle opener. He goes to his knees, right above Rees' prone head. And he goes to dig the sharp object right into Rees' forehead... Rees blocks it. He reaches up and grabs KKP's wrist, and pushes back. KKP pushes down as hard as he can, and now both men are struggling against each other. Rees finally gets a hand free and jabs his thumb in KKP's eye! He drops the bottle opener and clutches at his injured eye. Rees gets to his feet, and he grabs a chair. But he doesn't even get turned around before KKP tackles him, raining down punches on the head of the challenger. Rees is forced to cover up, allowing KKP to grab a chair and bring it down across his back! A sickening crack as Rees writhes in pain! KKP clobbers him with the chair again. And now Rees is struggling to get to the ropes. KKP drops the chair and now he has the bottle opener again. And this time?

Rees doesn't block.

Groans from the front row fans as KKP splits Rees wide open. An already bloodied mat has even more crimson on it. KKP's hands are a gory mess as well as he tosses the bottle opener away and looks for another weapon. He grabs the wire wrapped dildo and turns to face the challenger, who is valiantly pulling himself to his feet. He grabs a chair that is hanging from the cage, and he stands ready to clobber KKP with it. The champ just laughs, and tells Rees to "Hit me and prove me right!" With the blood running down his face, Rees looks even more manic and out of sorts than he did before. As the fans wonder what he will do Rees... smiles?

And tosses the chair at KKP. KKP drops the dildo and catches the chair. And Rees has all the opening he needs to score a double leg takedown! And now he's got the Lance Cove Leglock locked in! KKP is in the center of the ring and is yelling in pain! And Rees is shouting too- "I want to hear ya tap!" And that gets a cheer from the fans as he bears down and puts all his weight into the hold. KKP has little way out of this other than tapping out, and Kiebiech is there to see if he does. Rees has the hold cinched in tight, but KKP keeps shaking his head "NO" every time Kiebiech asks if he wants to give up. Finally Rees gets impatient and lets go of the hold. KKP crawls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Rees stands back a few feet, and allows him to get to his feet. KKP looks right in Rees' eyes. And Rees smiles again. And lets KKP know

"Even if the old Rees was comin' back. You wouldn't stand a chance"

And with that Rees races towards KKP and nails him with a forearm to the jaw! KKP is rocked against the ropes, and Rees launches in with chops to the chest. KKP reaches behind him and grabs the first weapon he can grasp, a barbed wire bat, and swings it at Rees! Rees ducks it, and reaches down and grabs a weapon. He's back up and he clobbers KKP with...

JACK JONES: Did Rees just hit the champ with a double ended dildo wrapped in barbed wire?

BILL HEWSON: He sure did! That's one of KKP's favorite weapons, disturbing as that may be.

Rees looks at the weapon he was just forced to use. And shrugs. And clobbers KKP again with it! The fans pop huge for that, and now Rees is trying to open up KKP's forehead! More blood now as the champ is split open! KKP trying to fight his way out of this, but Rees will not relent. Finally Rees drops the dildo and grabs a nearby chair. KKP ducks a wild swing, and tries to go behind for a German Suplex. Rees scores an elbow to the jaw, and then boots him in the gut, and hauls him with Wabana Buster! And now a cover! One.. two.. the champ gets a shoulder up! Rees wipes the blood from his eyes, and goes to the ropes. He goes to the ring apron and... Fresh Water Flip!...

Misses!

KKP rolls out of the way at the last second, and now both men are left bleeding on the mat. Rees is the first to his feet, and he goes and collects a table. He starts to set it up, but KKP charges in and clobbers him with a forearm to the back. And now KKP tries to set up the table, but Rees nails him with a European Uppercut! KKP knocked on his butt, and Rees props the table up in the corner. And now he drags KKP to his feet. He tries to whip KKP into the table, but KKP reverses... Rees into the table - no he reverses... KKP into the table.. no he drops to one knee. Rees grabs the champ by the hair and tries to pull him up... KKP gets an elbow to Rees' midsection, and then hip tosses the challenger through the table! Rees nearly broken in half as KKP goes for the over! One.. two... Rees gets a shoulder up! KKP looks shocked as he checks with Kiebiech to see if the count was legit. Rees' eyes are glazed over from the punishment and blood loss. KKP is starting to get woozy as well. But he knows when to grab weapons. He picks up the Chyna book, grimaces, and places it on the top turnbuckle. He goes back to Rees and pulls him up, and drags him to the turnbuckle. He looks ready to drive his face into the barbed wire cover book of doom...

But Rees gets a foot on the second turnbuckle, stopping him from making impact. KKP tries again, but again Rees blocks. He tries a third time, and a third time Rees blocks, and responds by slamming KKP's head into the book! KKP staggers backwards, and Rees scores another double leg takedown, and this time succeeds in sling-shotting the champ into the cage! A huge pop as KKP makes impact! Rees catches KKP before he falls, and nails him with a belly to back suplex! KKP left laying on the mat, and now Rees goes back to the ropes... Fresh Water Flip connects! He hooks the leg for a cover! One.. two..

Krusty Kid Paul gets a shoulder up!

BILL HEWSON: Both men subjecting themselves to horrendous damage. But neither wants to leave here without the NAPW title!

Rees stalks KKP. The champ is a bloody mess. He pushes himself onto his knees, and then he manages to lift his head up... and that's the opening Rees needed, as he slaps on the Conception Bay Chinlock! The fans are on their feet as they sense a title change, but Rees can't get his legs grapevined. KKP rolls onto his stomach as Rees tries to get a better grip, but can't. The blood flow actually helping KKP as he slips out of the hold. Rees and KKP on their knees, and they go back to trading punches, but they are exhausted and the fists don't fly too wild. KKP manages to score a headbutt, knocking Rees to the mat. The champ grabs another table, and sets it up. He hauls LDK off the mat, and drapes him across the table. And now KKP to the top rope! ... No, he's still climbing. Very slowly. Rees rolls off the table, and sees where KKP is heading. He staggers over to the corner, and starts climbing after the champion. And the fans are buzzing again. The competitors finally reach the top. KKP punches Rees right between the eyes, and for a second looks like he's going to tumble off the cage and to the floor! Rees keeps his grip, and fires off several right hands to the face of KKP, who nearly takes a fall himself! KKP hooks his arm around Rees' head and tries to lift him up for a suplex. Rees punches KKP in the gut, forcing him to let go (and fall backwards to the floor!) And now Rees grabs KKP by the hair...

BILL HEWSON: What is Rees setting up for? ... Oh no he wouldn't!

JACK JONES: For me, and my bookie! Don't do it!

There is a struggle to get their balance. But finally Rees gets his footing and gets the grip he wants... as he hits a powerbomb on KKP from the top of the cage! Both men crash through the table and the "Holy Shit" chants are loud and plentiful throughout Polish Hall!

JACK JONES: Rees did some damage, but he took himself out too! How's he going to make the cover!?

The ring is bathed in blood. Broken tables litter the ring. Weapons have been discarded. And the champion and challenger aren't moving. Kiebiech has little choice but to count both men out. This draws boos from the crowd, but neither man looks able to continue. He reaches five when Rees starts to stir. At seven KKP has rolled over onto his stomach. By nine each men have crawled to the ropes, and Kiebiech stops the count. He takes a second to clear the broken table out of the way, and Rees and KKP use the ropes to hold each other up. Kiebiech goes to check with KKP. The champ wants to continue. He goes to Rees. The challenger doesn't want to stop either. So Kiebiech goes back to centre ring, and signals for both men to keep going. The two men stagger to center ring, and fight with all the will they have left. KKP scores a cheap shot to the throat, and then nails Rees with a knee smash! Rees is knocked to the ropes, and now KKP scoops him up and places him in the corner in a Tree of Woe! He won't be able to hit Crack Rock Steady, but he does set a chair up in front of Rees' face, and then goes to the opposite turnbuckle to get a running start. KKP with a baseball slide into the chair! But there's no Rees as he managed to pull his head out of the way! KKP writhes in pain as Rees gets untangled from the ropes. And now Rees grabs the chair, waits patiently for KKP to stand up and

CRACK!!

KKP takes a sick shot to the head! He's knocked into the turnbuckles, which are the only things keeping him standing! Rees unfolds and sets up two chairs, then hooks KKP up for a brainbuster! The fans tense in anticipation, but KKP hooks his leg on the bottom rope, and Rees can't lift him up. Rees lets go of the hold and starts to club KKP with forearms...

KKP with the bottle opener! Nobody can tell when he scooped it up, but everyone can see it now, and he gouges it dangerously close to Rees' eyes! Rees blinded! KKP grabs a chair and sets the end of it under Rees throat, and guillotines it down to the mat! Rees blinded and now struggles for air! He crumples to the mat, and KKP looks to cover... no, he's resetting the chairs, putting them back to back! He drags Rees off the mat, and hauls him up...

KRUSTY BOMB!! Rees almost broken in half as he's dropped onto the chairs! KKP with a cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and STILL NAPW World Champion: KRUSTY KID PAUL!!

KKP staggers out of the cage and is handed his title belt. He's bloody. Can barely stand. But he still finds the energy to hold the title belt high for all to see. Rees is being tended to by the referee as the fans give him a hand for his efforts. But all that matters right now is:

Krusty Kid Paul is no joke.

He's the champ.

Happy birthday, NAPW!

With the show over, the crowd begins to disperse, although a large core stays behind and tries to rally a chant for more, or to hang out and maybe meet some wrestlers. Bruce "The Beast" Richards and Frank Warburton walk to the back, shaking hands and briefly conversing with the hanging fans. Bill Hewson and Jack Attack follow soon after, and the ring crew comes out to disassemble the NAPW's squared circle. The overhead lights come up fully, and soon the fans file out one by one.

...

...

...

Minutes pass, and the Royal Canadian Legion Hall looks odd with so much bright light and three-quarters of the crowd diminished. The ring crew has all the ropes off, and they begin working on the turnbuckles.

Without warning or notice, the Faces of Death appear at the beginning of the entrance way, and they look pissed. Kenny Krenshov and Ravager walking side-by-side, each grasping an ankle that belongs to a single body they happen to be dragging to the ring. A body wearing only whitey-tighties and one knee-high black sock. An older body. Terry Brandon. Ravager holds the ringbell in his opposite hand, and Kenny, the black burlap sack.

The Faces of Death have been working on Terry for a long time. Both of his eyes are bruised, one almost swelled shut, and dried blood stains below his left nostril and on his cheek. He has gashes in his forehead, reddened welts on his chest, and his right shoulder could be easily diagnosed as dislocated. The one eye Terry has open shows no sign of the hard charging leader that everyone knows and loves.

The ring crew shouts in confusion, and the remaining crowd forms along the railing. Ravager hops up into the ropeless ring, and Kenny hoists the body like a child's doll into the ring. Kenny lifts the limp body of his boss, eye level with Ravager, who pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. Terry sees the microphone, and suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings. He tries to scream.

RAVAGER: Save it. I have this mic routed through the one camera (points) that just happens to still be shooting. The speakers won't echo your cries.

Terry spits a bloody loogie into Ravager's face. Ravager's chest raises up and down, but he only shows one reaction. A five-fingered reaction to the face. This time it's not only blood and saliva flying from Terry's face, but a tooth as well. Krenshov lets Terry's body to the mat, and Ravager wipes his face off on his shirt. Kenny takes a microphone from his back pocket as well.

KRENSHOV: You're going to fight us until the end, aren't ya tough guy? Well, it's a good thing that tonight is the end.

RAVAGER: Do you hear that Terry? Tonight is the end. It never had to come to this, but when you finally gave us the shot at the tag titles that we deserved more than everyone, you took it from us when we were inches away. Now this has to happen.

KRENSHOV: You have built a wall in front of us at every front. We form as a tag team, you put us in wrestling purgatory, and have us face the Curtain Jerkers Association week after week. We take out all the wrestlers that we don't see fit to be in this organization, and you fine us, you penalize us, you even rehire Bruce Richards FOR THE THIRD TIME to stop us... All of those walls we worked around, but this last wall, this wall you put up mid-match at Anniversary Assault opened our eyes. We need to tear the motherfucking walls down.

RAVAGER: And when the walls come down tonight, it will set a precedent in NAPW. All your sheep you have been hooking up will be lost without their shepherd. Chris Casino, the man you brought into NAPW won't have your help to cling onto his title. Billy Kryenik won't be handed World title shots for showing his face, or be given tag title shots with his lackluster partner after beating ONE team. Tommy Deathrow won't be reprimanded for noshowing, and then come back and get a match for the Heritage Championship. LDK, a man who has preformed some of the most vicious acts this place has ever seen, won't get recognized over me just because he happens to be Terry Brandon's flavor of the week!

The massive Krenshov reaches down and grabs Terry up by the scruff of his neck.

KRENSHOV: On the eighteenth, we're challenging Chris Casino and Evan Cartwright to a title match, a No Disqualification title match. We're doing it not just because we can, but because we deserve it! Without you as a buffer, the face of NAPW changes forever. And it's a real shame you won't be around to see it, because.... THESE ARE THE LAST FACES YOU WILL EVER SEE!

The black bag goes over Terry's head, and Kenny tights pulls the draw strings tight around his head. The behemoth pushes Terry out of the ring, and his limp body hits the concrete floor with a loud smacking sound. Kenny jumps down out of the ring without ropes, and pulls Terry's body back. Ravager snatches up the ringbell and moves to the edge of the apron.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

DING.

...

...

...

DING.

Bruce "The Beast" Richards comes barreling out from the back. Ravager leaps from the apron...

STOMP!

The crushing noise is absolutely disgusting. Krenshov and Ravager both jump the railing into the seats, looking back in smiles at what they have just accomplished. Richards wants the Faces of Death, but he stops to tend at the unmoving, and possibly lifeless Terry Brandon. He shouts and screams for assistance. Help trickles out in the form of half dressed referees and trainers, but with the majority of the staff gone for the night, none come efficiently prepared. The Faces of Death vanish through an anonymous exit, and the camera zooms in on Bruce Richards, face etched in pure anger, until he turns down and calls Terry's name, but Terry does not respond.

Oh my God.

What have you done?

Dan Ryan has pulled himself to his feet, and now he has a look of pure murder in his eyes. He is limping, but rage has taken over here. He clobbers Zellor with a forearm, then lays in with several more shots. Zellor has let go of the hold, and Ryan locks him into a Belly to Belly, and he tosses him across the ring! Zellor lands in a heap, and Ryan is helping Rees to his feet. He looks Rees in the eyes and tells him "Enough is enough". Ryan limps over to where Zellor is trying to pull himself up, and Ryan helps him up, hauling him onto his shoulders...

HEADLINER!!

Zellor driven neck first into the mat with the Burning Hammer, and the fans roar in approval. Rees is able to get the Lance Cove Leglock on Zellor, and Ryan applies a crossface as well! Zellor has no place to run, and no choice but to do what the fans are demanding of him...

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Zellor uses his one free hand to pound the mat, and Sharplin calls for the bell! It takes a moment to figure things out, but after a short conference...

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... your winners! "LDK" LLOYD REES and "The Ego Buster" DAN RYAN!

BILL HEWSON: Well, we'd never seen a Triple-Threat submission match before, and we've never seen this kind of ending, but Stone Zellor sure as hell tapped out!

JACK JONES: I'm confused. Also, this is a travesty!

Not to the fans. They're happy. Rees and Ryan shake hands, to the approval of the crowd...

Zellor is pulling himself up with the ropes, and he glares at Rees and Ryan. They turn to their fallen foe.

And Zellor spits right in the face of Lloyd Rees. Ryan clobbers him with a big boot! Zellor goes down, and Rees grabs the chair. Zellor pulls himself to his knees...

CLANG

Rees brings the chair down over Zellor's head! Stone crashes down to the canvas. The crowd pops... and then they get louder as Rees holds the chair out to Dan Ryan. Ryan cocks his head, then picks the chair up and gets some payback for earlier! WHAM down onto Stone Zellor's knee!

Tossing the chair back to Rees, Dan Ryan rolls to the outside, he's looking for something under the ring...

He pulls out a sledgehammer.

JACK JONES: What the Hell is this?

BILL HEWSON: I think it's two guys who are sick of all the crap from the Faces of Death and Dirty Money. I think it's two guys who are ready to fight fire with fire...

Rees places the chair over the head of Zellor. Ryan is in the ring, and he takes in the cheers of the crowd. It's more than obvious right now.

They're okay with him doing this...

Ryan brings the sledgehammer down on the chair! Zellor spasms under the chair, and now officials are out to break things up! The two men stand tall center ring, and Ryan raises Rees arm in the air. The message is clear.

People are ready to fight back.

By any means necessary.

BILL HEWSON: Fans, we are just moments away from our main event. For the first time in nearly two years, it will be one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions, Evan Cartwright, taking on the man who BEAT Evan to become World Champion last January, of course I'm talking about Ravager. This is a match featuring two competitors who each have been, at different times, huge fan favorites in NAPW, both setting records, holding multiple titles, and of course Ravager proved to be the most dominant NAPW champion in history. Tonight, there are no titles on the line, but two men who simply NEED to prove himself better than the other.

JACK JONES: Nice to hear you show them some respect, Hewson. Lately you're all about slander and indignity.

BILL HEWSON: I despise the way Dirty Money have held onto their titles and the people they have hurt. I despise the way the Faces of Death have bullied, beaten and ended careers of NAPW wrestlers and staff to get what they want. I will never take away from either man his pure ability in this ring, but I will never condone or accept what they've done over the past months. With that said, let's go to Frank.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT! The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a sixty-minute time limit. Introducing first...

"HOLD ON! I'M COMING!"

Sam & Dave begins to play, and that brings out "Perfection." Evan is ready for this match, Tag Title belt strapped around his waist. He looks collected, calm, focused, determined. He strides to the ring, only acknowledging a few catcalls with a deadly glare. Evan wipes his boots on the ring apron and steps into the ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, he weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-two... and one quarter pounds. Hailing from Cairo, Illinois, he is a Triple-Crown championship winner and currently one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions! Representing Dirty Money, he is "PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT!

A low cello "bass line. Corey Taylor's vocals pick up.

"I'M NOT JESUS
JESUS WOULD FORGIVE"

Apocalyptica plays, the throbbing beat bringing out one of the most hated men in NAPW. Next to the one in the ring. And their respective allies. Ravager looks out over the crowd with an expressionless face. He is almost the mirror inverse of Evan. There could not be two more grimly focused men in wrestling tonight. Ravager walks to the ring, taking his time, ready for "business."

FRANK WARBURTON: His opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds, he hails from Brooklyn New York! A former World and Heritage Champion, he is one-half of the FACES OF DEATH... RAVAGER!

BILL HEWSON: The crowd is not a fan of either men, but the tension in this building right now is almost unbearable. Ravager and Evan Cartwright, the rematch two years in the making... and both men willing to go to terrifying lengths to be the best.

JACK JONES: I can't imagine a better match! Except maybe that Joey Malone vs D! thing. Oooh, that was heavenly.

BILL HEWSON: You are a sad, strange little man.

Evan and Ravager meet at center ring, eye to eye, nose to nose. Evan with a slight height and weight advantage. But, wait. There's no referee....

"NO ONE'S GONNA TAKE ME ALIVE!
THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!"

Could those words be any more fitting? Muse's "Knights of Cydonia" prompts the crowd to EXPLODE as BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS steps through the curtain in his trademark duster and cowboy hat. He's wearing a black and white shirt with the sleeves ripped off underneath as he heads to the ring to a tremendous ovation. Yet Richards too looks grim.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing the guest referee for the contest... BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS!

BILL HEWSON: The Beast has returned to NAPW, and he has vowed to restore order! We saw at our last event The Beast doing just that... preventing beatdowns and other assorted garbage behavior.

JACK JONES: He didn't do a very good job preventing Terry Brandon from getting put into a coma.

BILL HEWSON: Damn the Faces of Death.

Finally, we're ready to go. The Beast gives both men glares that say "don't screw with me." Richards calls for the bell, and here we go!

DING DING DING

Evan and Ravager tie-up into a FIRM collar and elbow. They jockey for position, grunting, grimacing, neither man able to gain the advantage. They're locked tight, like two pit-bulls, the strain showing in their arms and shoulders. Ravager maneuvering Evan toward the ropes, Evan turns around, still neither man into the ropes, The Beast watching closely. Evan and Ravager both drop to their bellies, still locked on, and slide to the outside. They're on the floor... still warring over a collar-and-elbow tie up! Neither man will give way to the other! Their path takes them around a corner of the ring, and then... both end up back inside, still in the tie-up! They maneuver back to center ring, where both men violently break the hold.

Glares.

Screw it.

CHOP.

Ravager chops Evan HARD.

CHOP.

Evan chops Ravager HARD.

WHAM! Ravager with a headbutt staggers Evan into a corner. Ravager begins UNLOADING WITH CHOPS. THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD, Evan's face showing the pain... until finally, with a burst of frustrated energy, Evan grabs Ravager by the ears and spins him around, changing positions. Now it's Cartwright's turn!

THUD.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD gouge to the eyes. Ravager fighting dirty to get the advantage. His pasty white chest is already glowing a bright red as Cartwright's chops broke open blood vessels. Even on Evan's dark toned chest, you can see red welts forming, but Ravager takes Evan over with a vicious snap suplex, then floats over into a mount. He starts pounding away on Evan, who tries to cover up.

The Beast tells Ravager to get off and starts issuing a five count... one, two, three, four, five, Ravager with no signs of stopping.

So The Beast just manhandles Ravager off of Evan.

JACK JONES: Oh come on, the official can't get involved like that!

BILL HEWSON: The official can do what he deems necessary to enforce the rules, and Ravager wasn't breaking away from Evan!

Ravager looks furious, but The Beast isn't about to be cowed by him. Ravager grabs Evan... Evan with a shot to the breadbasket! Point of the elbow to the back of the head! Evan takes Ravager down with a Fireman's carry, then begins driving his knees into Ravager's back. No doubt setting him up later for the Cartwheel. A few more of those and Evan's anger gets the better of him, and he just begins to choke out Ravager. The Beast comes in with a count, warning Evan to break... one, two, three, four, five...

Once again, The Beast refuses to allow the wrestler's to just do as they please, physically pulling Evan off of Ravager. Evan's eyes are wide, nostrils flaring as The Beast simply shakes his head. Don't even try it. Evan grabs Ravager, vertical suplex with authority. Leg drop connects, makes a cover. ONE! TWO! Ravager kicks out. Evan pulls Ravager up, hooking a Sambo Suplex --- elbows from the White Collar Assassin, he ducks behind Evan, LAST RESORT? Evan has it well-scouted, refusing to allow Ravager to fully lock on the full nelson. He spins out, snapmaring Ravager down to the canvas. Off the ropes, FLIPPING NECK SNAP! Perfectly executed! Then FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Ravager quickly gets to the ropes and The Beast calls for a break. This time, he gets it before his five-count. Evan grunts and gets up, pulling Ravager up --- Ravager headbutts Evan in the gut! Another headbutt! And that's enough of an opening for Ravager to hit a Northern Lights Suplex!

ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT!

Evan gets out, Ravager's turn to snapmare Evan over. Off the ropes, Ravager hits a diving forearm to the seated Evan. He calls that the sliding D!. With Evan down, Ravager hooks the legs in a stepover... hooking in the GAROTTE! Submission hold applied, but Evan is able to make it to the ropes this time. Ravager breaks at four, giving Beast an arrogant look.

BILL HEWSON: As we expected, neither man able to gain any clear advantage. So far it has been move for move, hold for hold, each man with a period of dominance but unable to sustain it.

JACK JONES: Two masters at work, Hewson. You should just sit there and enjoy it. You know, without talking.

BILL HEWSON: ... at least for the moment, both competitors are obeying the official, Bruce Richards. But I don't know how long that's going to last.

Ravager pulls Evan up and puts him against the ropes. A chop, then an irish whip. Evan reverses! Ravager goes flying RIGHT IN TO THE BEAST! Was that an "accident?" Maybe. Maybe not. But you know what?

The Beast didn't even budge. And the people roar.

BILL HEWSON: I don't think either Ravager or Cartwright will be able to physically push around THIS referee.

Ravager, however, is momentarily distracted, and that allows Evan to pick him up for a back suplex, driving him down hard on his back and neck. Evan pulls Ravager up, talking a little trash, then slapping Ravager in the back of the head. Evan pulls Ravager's arm across his throat, what's this? SUPLEX! Unique belly-to-back suplex there, Ravager landing right on his head. Evan then stands in a ready stance, slightly crouched, right fist cocked. Ravager slowly gets up, staggered, and Evan waits, waits, waits...

PERFECT UPPERCUT!

NO! Ravager falls down and rolls to the outside, avoiding a potential match-ending blow right there. The Beast tells Evan to stay put and begins to count Ravager out. He gets to four when an anxious Evan decides he can't wait anymore and slides out the other side. Evan circles around, coming right for Ravager... drop toe-hold from Ravager! Evan hits the floor hard, coming up holding his nose. Ravager with a stiff kick to the ribs of Evan, and then he grabs the arms...

Oh hell.

Ravager holds both arms behind Evan, plants his foot on the back of his head, and

Curbstomp.

On the floor.

Ravager rolls back into the ring and tells The Beast to "do his job." The Beast begins his count again, as Evan moans on the outside, moving slowly.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Evan trying to get up...

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

He's clutching at the apron...

EIGHT

NINE

Evan makes it back in!

The Beast says it's good, but to reward Evan for his tenacity, Ravager kicks him in the face. Evan pulled up slowly, Ravager gets behind and delivers a headbutt to the back of Evan's head, then a GERMAN SUPLEX. Release! Evan is in a bad way here, and Ravager senses defeat. He climbs to the top rope... oh no. He's won matches with this move, in fact, he's beaten THE BEAST with this move.

DIVING HEADBUTT!

NOBODY HOME!

BILL HEWSON: That could have been the match right there, but Evan with the wherewithal to move out of the way! Ravager's head hits the canvas!

JACK JONES: Come on Evan! I mean, come on Ravager! I mean --- oh, don't make me choose!

The crowd is into this match, despite their feelings towards each man. Some are pulling for Ravager, some Evan, most are just wrapped up in the contest and hoping Beast kicks their asses at some point. However, right now, both men are down and The Beast fires up a ten-count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Both men grabbing the ropes to help them up...

SEVEN...

EIGHT...

They're both up!

Ravager gets the first shot, Evan still quite dazed from the curbstomp. He whips Evan to the ropes, hits the opposite ropes, looking for his LARIATOOOO ---

DUCKED!

Ravager turns around

TOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYY!

THE PERFECT UPPERCUT! Ravager goes down in a heap, Evan collapsing himself. Evan pulls himself over Ravager!

ONE!

TWO!

THNOOOOO!

Ravager barely gets the shoulder up. Evan shakes some more cobwebs loose, and then looks out to the crowd. He makes a "snapping" motion with his hands and yells "TIME TO MAKE HIM HUMBLE!" Evan stands over top of a rising Ravager, throwing some crossface shots into Ravager's face before locking on the CAMEL CLUTCH. He has Ravager in the center of the ring, the hold cinched in! The crowd is chanting "TAP TAP TAP!"

Ravager yells in pain.

The Beast asks him "DO YOU GIVE? RAVAGER DO YOU GIVE?"

Evan, eyes wide, yells a guttural yell, no words, just base emotion.

Ravager tries to struggle, tries to crawl as best he can with his arms trapped, trying to inch sideways, to get a foot on the rope... he's so close... but not there! Inches away! Ravager's face is showing tremendous pain! He almost looks like he's going to scream "YES I QUIT"... but with one final effort, manages to hook his foot over the bottom rope. The Beast tells Evan to break it, on the ropes, Evan holding on, wrenching back! ONE TWO THREE FOUR FI--- Evan breaks. The Beast warns Evan angrily, Cartwright getting right in his face.

BILL HEWSON: Evan needs to watch his temper! This is one referee you don't want to mess with. And one opponent you don't want to give any advantage!

Evan quickly disciplines himself and grabs Ravager. He hooks an inverted facelook and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, sitting on top. Evan looks out... then flips forward to jar Ravager's jaw on his shoulder with the DIAMOND DUST! Tanaka would be proud. Evan covers Ravager!

ONE!

TWO!

TH---

Foot on the ropes.

JACK JONES: You want to talk about ring awareness, how did Ravager have any idea where he was?

BILL HEWSON: Instinct is all it could have been, Ravager barely avoiding defeat there. Evan has more tricks up his sleeve, however!

Indeed he does. Evan whips Ravager into the turnbuckle and charges in with a big lariat. Ravager sags, and Evan whips his man out to the other side. Another charge... Ravager slings through the ropes and Evan's momentum takes him between the turnbuckles, shoulder into the steel post! Ravager on the outside grabs Evan's arms, plants his foot on the ring apron, and then PULLS for all his worth, trying to pull Evan's arms out of their sockets! The Beast tells Ravager to get off his man in the ropes, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FI---Ravager just lets go. He doesn't care about the referee, but he does hate LOSING. Evan sags back into the ring, holding his left shoulder in pain. Ravager gets in... and goes for the FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

BILL HEWSON: That's Cartwright's move!

JACK JONES: Awesome! No, I mean, what disrespect, I mean, awesome, I mean --- *

Evan yells in pain as Ravager looks to tap the man out with his own move! Evan can see the ropes, but they are feet away. He bites his fist, groaning in pain, the crowd chanting "TAP TAP TAP!" The Beast checks in, Evan yelling "no no no no!" Can he hold out much longer? He tries to shift his body, Ravager moving as he goes, not letting loose on the hold. Evan stretches his leg out... out...

He raises his free hand!

HE'S GOING TO TAP

NO!

Evan makes a fist and makes a final lunge, getting his foot on the bottom rope. The Beast calls for the break. Ravager simply stares at him. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! THAT'S IT! BEAST RIPS RAVAGER OFF OF EVAN!

Ravager is furious now, ripping a verbal strip out of Richards. Richards gives it right back, telling Ravager to break the damn hold when the man is in the ropes! Ravager forces himself to ignore The Beast and turns back to Evan, who is holding his arm in pain. Ravager pulls the man up... KATA-HAJIME! It's locked on! But Evan walks forward, utilizing the counter Chris Casino used in the epic Ravager/Casino match back at "THE LAST RESORT!" He pushes off, landing on top of Ravager, whose shoulders are down!

ONE!

TWO!

Ravager kicks out! Evan slowly gets up, but Ravager grabs him. OH NO!

LAST RESORT!

Ravager covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

BILL HEWSON: Back and forth, back and forth, the momentum swinging back and forth in this contest! And Ravager is NOT happy about that count!

No, he's not. Ravager is snarling at The Beast about it being a slow count, that it was OVER. He SHOVES The Beast. Richards doesn't lift a hand towards Ravager, he's bent on this being called fair and square. Ravager spits at him. Still no reaction. Fine, Ravager scoffs. He picks up Evan, and hooks him for ANOTHER Last Resort! No, Evan gets out, behind Ravager, GRABS THE LEGS! WHEELBARROW SUPLEX --- No! Ravager manages to land on his feet, HEADBUTT to Evan. Pick-up, perching Evan on the top rope? Ravager climbs up. He's going for it!

INSTANT KARMA

Evan fighting the top-turnbuckle Brainbuster! Ravager hits him with another headbutt, and tries to hook it, Evan holds onto the top rope to block. Evan throws an elbow into Ravager, another, another, Ravager almost falling back but grabbing the top ropes himself... Evan hooks Ravager and lifts him up, dropping him flat to the canvas! Ravager rolls over, moaning in pain, and Evan leaps off the top rope!

MISSISSIPPI PLUNGE!

HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... EVAN CARTWRIGHT!

And here comes KRENSHOV. The Colossal Kenny hits the ring and nails The Beast from behind! Evan rolls out of the ring, heading towards the back, met halfway by his Dirty Money compatriots Krusty Kid Paul and Jer$ey, who high-five the exhausted Cartwright. In the ring, KRENSHOV is plowing The Beast with big meathooks. Ravager is getting to his feet, and he is also furious. Kenny whips The Beast, REVERSED! Kenny almost crashes into Ravager, but stops just short. The Beast roars and clocks them both! He picks KRENSHOV up on his shoulders, no way! CHART ATTACK --- LOW BLOW! Ravager low blows The Beast! KRENSHOV grabs The Beast, lifts him up... POWERBOMB! That's huge! KRENSHOV powerbombing 270 pounds with ease! A beaten, bruised Ravager rolls out of the ring and grabs something from under the timekeeper's chair? Oh no.

No.

Ravager pulls out the Faces of Death RING BELL... and a black burlap sack. A head-sized sack.

The crowd is disgusted, throwing garbage into the ring, they don't want to see this ever again. DING! A shot with the ring bell to the rising Beast. KRENSHOV holds Beast's powerful arms as Ravager puts the bag on his face. Kenny holds The Beast's arms back... Ravager ascends to the 2nd rope.

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

"LDK" LLOYD REES!

"THE EGO BUSTER" DAN RYAN!

THEY HIT THE RING! WITH STEEL CHAIRS!

Ravager gets yanked off the top rope CLANG! KRENSHOV takes a shot right to the head from Rees! KRENSHOV rolls out and yanks Ravager's feet, dragging him out. Rees helps The Beast up, pulls the mask off --- BEAST ALMOST NAILS LDK! Unsure of who was there! Dan Ryan throws the chair at the Faces of Death in the aisle, a sick grin on his face. "It's only a matter of time, Ravager."

BILL HEWSON: Thank God! Dan Ryan and Lloyd Rees prevent another disgusting curb stomp! NAPW has begun to fight back against the chaos and disorder! For Jack "Attack" Jones, this is Bill Hewson saying GOOD NIGHT!

Fade out on the crowd cheering the three men in the ring as the Faces of Death look on in anger from the aisleway...

It's not over.

It's just begun.

JACK JONES: And that's when I learned the true meaning of Christmas. I tell you, I felt it grow TWO sizes that day!

BILL HEWSON: You make me sick.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen our next match is a LUMBERJACK MATCH and is for the NAPW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheer as the NAPW roster file down the aisle, having been mandated to attend as lumberjacks for this match. From the looks of things, most of the roster would be here no matter what for the opportunity to freely beat on both competitors... Notable by his absence is Billy Kryenik, "Ill" Bill certainly not in any condition to be out here again tonight.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first the challenger. Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta. Weighing in at two-hundred and thirteen pounds. He is a former THREE TIME NAPW CHAMPION! D!

"NOTE TO SELF: DON'T CHANGE FOR ANYONE!
NOTE TO SELF: DON'T DIE!"

The crowd boo and jeer as the self-appointed hero of NAPW makes his way down the aisle. That cocky smirk, the black t-shirt, black jeans and his trademark flame-detailed Harley boots all remain the same.

BILL HEWSON: D! looking for a record-breaking fourth title reign here tonight; but he's got a tough challenge ahead of him.

JACK JONES: KKP has beaten three of the--well, not the top but "LDK" Lloyd Rees, Billy Kryenik and Stone Zellor to keep hold of that belt.

BILL HEWSON: And I hate to admit it, but tonight is going to be his toughest defense.

D! climbs into the ring as his music fades and Frank lifts the microphone again.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, representing Dirty Money. From Kitchener, Ontario. Weighing in two-hundred and forty pounds... HE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING NAPW WORLD CHAMPION... KRUSTY KID PAUL!

"Dress Like A Target" by Superjoint Ritual kicks in as the NAPW Champion, KKP appears at the top of the aisle with Suzy Scum by his side. The crowd boo and jeer for him just like they did a moment ago; there's no love for either man here tonight.

JACK JONES: Suzy taking her place at ringside. It looks like she's going to be a lumberjack too.

BILL HEWSON: She's standing among the members of 'Dirty Money', I don't think that really counts.

JACK JONES: I don't know, she could play an important part. I've got a feeling about her.

BILL HEWSON: *silence*

The NAPW World champ climbs the turnbuckle, holding his title belt aloft; causing the crowd to boo him like they always do - and D! pulls the champ from the turnbuckle! Paul lands with a thud as the bell sounds and this match is underway! D! drags his opponent back to a vertical base, landing a few right hooks that send Paul towards the opposite corner. A quick Irish whip--gets reversed as Paul sends the challenger across the ring. D! hits the far turnbuckle hard; staggering back into the center of the ring and right into a back body drop! He quickly pops back up to his feet--CLOTHESLINE TAKES D! OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Where the O'Connor boys are waiting. Sean and Seamus volley D! between them, each punch drawing a cheer from the crowd before Dick Kiebiech asks them to let D! back into the ring. They happily oblige, rolling the challenger back into the ring. KKP helps his opponent back to his feet; but he has D! by the hair. Across the other side of the ring and KKP throws D! to the outside! And the WGA gather round with Joey Malone, Modo WHOA!, Gary and Chris Kamikaze laying in punches and kicks.

"SUCK MY BALLS!"

JACK JONES: Oh God, not Esteban!

But the crowd are cheering as Esteban flies through the air with a 'modified' Thesz press! Kiebiech ruins the fun though, ordering the lumberjacks to roll the competitor back into the ring; which they do. KKP again lifts D! back to his feet - but the challenger pushes his opponent away before landing an uppercut! Paul is staggered as D! lands another uppercut--only to get caught by a boot to the gut! And Paul throws D! over the top rope again ... right to the feet of Prince Darko, KBOND and Trent Daniels. The three of them start laying in the boots but Kiebiech is getting quicker at breaking up the ruckus. KBOND lifts D! high above his head and pushes him in through the middle rope.

BILL HEWSON: If the champ had thrown D! over the other side he'd have been in the grips of 'Dirty Money'.

JACK JONES: I think we're just lucky that the WGA beat "LDK" and Dan Ryan to him.

Inside the ring, D! is just getting back to his feet as the champ is off running against the ropes for some momentum. RUNNING DDT--NO! SPINEBUSTER COUNTER! And D! climbs up his opponent to assume the mounted position astride the chest of KKP before wailing on him with a barrage of right hands. Finally the hold breaks as D! waits for the champ to get back to his feet. Spinning neckbreaker by D!! Paul is slow to get back to his feet; but D! isn't moving in for the kill. In fact, it would appear as if he is gloating. Boasting to the crowd and the lumberjacks that he is the savior of NAPW.

The champion rises in the ring; glaring angrily at his opponent as D! turns his attention back to the match at hand with that evil little smirk on his face. KKP motions for a tie-up, which he gets as both men lock up collar and elbow. D! sneaks around the back with a crafty hammerlock before Paul tries to counter with some back elbows; each one missing their mark though. The challenger turns the hammerlock into a side headlock, only to be pushed away and against the ropes--BASEMENT DROPKICK BY D! TAKES HIS OPPONENT DOWN! And again D! looks out towards the crowd.

BILL HEWSON: What is he doing?

An angry KKP uses the ropes to get back to a vertical base as he limps across the ring. D! turns his attention back to the match once again. He manages to block the first punch but Paul catches him with an unexpected left jab. A hefty boot to the midsection has the challenger doubled over in pain as Paul runs against the ropes--KNEE SMASH! D! gets right back up again as KKP charges--and gets thrown over the top rope!

Right in front of 'Dirty Money'.

Jer$ey helps the champ back to his feet as Suzy Scum starts to massage his shoulders, telling Paul to keep his cool. Again, official Dick Kiebiech orders the lumberjacks to allow the match to continue as KKP climbs back into the ring.

JACK JONES: A lucky break for the champ, don't you think, Hewson?

BILL HEWSON: It's a damn sight better for him than landing in front of the 'Faces of Death'.

D! lands a boot to the face of the champ as he's entering the ring before dragging Paul in via a handful of mohawk. But KKP pushes D! away and connects with a boot to the gut. An Irish whip--is reversed as KKP is sent against the ropes--and D! uses the momentum to hurl him over the top rope again!

BILL HEWSON: What the?

Right in front of 'Dirty Money' again!?

BILL HEWSON: How did they get there?

Good question, Bill. The members of 'Dirty Money' appear to have found their way to a new side of the ring as Evan Cartwright helps Paul back to his feet; offering him a grape drink, just because. Inside the ring, D! can't quite believe it as he watches his opponent down the grape drink before climbing up onto the apron and finally into the ring. An irate D! rushes at his opponent again, hitting KKP with a flurry of punches, forcing the champ against the ropes he just entered. A couple of knife edge chops have Paul reeling before the challenger grabs him by the mohawk and drags him across the ring, hurling him through the ropes...

And KKP lands right in front of 'Dirty Money'. Again.

The expression on D!'s face is priceless as Chris Casino helps his stable mate back to a vertical base. No other lumberjacks can get near as the other members of 'Dirty Money' form a barrier around the World champion--until D! reaches through the ropes! He has KKP by the mohawk and is pulling him back into the ring! KKP is up on the apron as D! pounds away with some forearm smashes to the face! He stops that momentarily, but keeps hold of the champion as he runs him across the apron and face-first into the steel ring post as KKP falls to the outside this time! Ravager and KRENSHOV hurry to the scene, but Danny Chaos, Chad Kurtis, Xavier Caine and Jake Phoenix all surround the champion as they lay some boots in! The crowd are cheering them on, but D! can't wait. He exits the ring, throwing Chaos and Caine out of the way as he lifts KKP back to his feet.

JACK JONES: He voluntarily left the ring in a lumberjack match - is D! crazy?

BILL HEWSON: Do you have to ask? The man believes he is the savior of NAPW.

Phoenix grabs D! by the shoulder, only to get pushed away as D! throws the champion head-first into the guard rail before rolling him back into the ring. It's probably a good thing that Big Mitch got between Phoenix and D! there. But the challenger isn't returning to the ring just yet: he's grabbing a chair from ringside first. The action resumes inside the squared circle as KKP pulls himself back to a vertical base. CHAIR SHOT! It busts the champion open; but Paul is still standing. CHAIR SHOT! It staggers the champ, but he bounces off the ropes and stays on his feet. D! drives the blood-stained chair up into the ribs of the champion before dropping it to the mat. DDT ON THE CHAIR!

BILL HEWSON: This match is getting ugly now ladies and gentlemen.

JACK JONES: And Kiebiech is helpless to stop it, there's no disqualifications in this match!

BILL HEWSON: Then this might just be the beginning.

The champ is down, but D! isn't going for the cover. He lifts Paul up to a seated position and begins to rain down with some stiff rights to the open wound on the forehead of the champion. Followed by a dropkick to the spine and D! again lifts his opponent back to his feet. Paul is pushed into the corner and perched precariously on the top rope. D! places the chair just in front of them before climbing to the middle rope--as KKP catches him with a hook to the midsection. D! fires a headbutt back--but KKP elbows the challenger in the jaw! A headbutt of his own from the champion has D! rocking. AND KKP PUSHED D! FROM THE TURNBUCKLE RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! Back first onto steel!

FLYING ELBOW DROP BY KRUSTY KID PAUL! And the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOO! D! gets the shoulder up!

BILL HEWSON: So close!

The champion appears to be getting a second wind as he grabs D! with a rear waist lock and lifts him to his feet. BOTTLE OPENE--NO! D! locks his leg but gets a forearm across the back of the neck for the trouble. BOTTLE OPENER! A fierce German suplex by the champion, followed by the elbow drop; but he's not done yet! Krusty lifts the challenger back to a vertical base once again and places D!'s head between his legs. PILEDRIVER!

JACK JONES: What's he doing?

The champion, KKP is removing his studded punk belt as D! uses the ropes to get back to his feet ... And the champ WRAPS THE BELT AROUND THE THROAT OF HIS OPPONENT! He's using the belt to choke the life out of D!, dragging him towards the center of the ring as he does so. Kiebiech can't stop it but just as the challenger appears to be fading KKP releases the choke. D! falls to the mat struggling to breathe; but not for long. KKP lifts him back up once again and hurls D! through the ropes to the lumberjacks at ringside.

Stone Zellor, The Gaines Brothers and the Faces of Death swarm around but--

BILL HEWSON: Mark Millar and Wayne Wright are forming a protective barrier around D!? After the disrespect D! has shown them in the past - they're protecting him from the other lumberjacks?

JACK JONES: The champion has 'Dirty Money', D! has his safe haven as well.

Not for long though, because Mark and Wayne are swiftly dispatched by the other lumberjacks - not quick enough, however, because D! is back in the ring. He's staggering and KKP easily lifts D! up for a powerslam--NO! The challenger slips down the back. SCHOOLBOY! HANDFULLA TIGHTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOO! Kick-out by the champ!

Both competitors scramble back to their feet. KKP lunges forward with a lariat--DUCKED! Double leg takedown by D! and he has the champion on the mat. He maneuvers his legs with ease and rolls the champion over--SHARPSHOOTER BY D! The pain is etched on the blood-stained face of the NAPW Champion as KKP reaches out for the ropes--but they're not there!

JACK JONES: New champion!?

Dick Kiebiech drops to his knees to check for the submission. Paul is in pain. He's in agony. You can see it in his face as D! wrenches back and...

Jer$ey slides into the ring and clobbers D! from behind to break the hold!

The crowd are speechless as the 'Dirty Money' member might have just saved the World title for his stable mate. Unfortunately he's slid out on the wrong side and has found himself near Tommy Deathrow and Chad Kurtis as some hell breaks loose at ringside!

Meanwhile, D! is back on his feet with a more-pissed-than-usual look on his face as he glares down at KKP. The champion is pulling himself up via the ropes as D! grabs him from behind, spinning the champion around and taking him down into an armbar! Kiebiech rushes across the ring as D! transitions into a crossface (having positioned himself between KKP and the ropes) and applies more pressure!

BILL HEWSON: We could have a new champion!

Paul is screaming in pain as his neck is wrenched back and...

Kiebiech calls for a break!

D! is forced to release the hold as Kiebiech points to the rope where KKP's leg has somehow ended up on the bottom rope. Right at the spot where Chris Casino is casually strolling away from.

BILL HEWSON: 'Dirty Money' are certainly working hard to keep the belt here tonight.

An irate D! stands over the ropes, yelling down at Casino and Cartwright. About respecting the title that he made famous and the most respected title on the independent scene.

KKP WITH ANOTHER BOTTLE OPENER! OUT OF NOWHERE!

D! gets folded up like an accordion as the champion crawls across and drapes an arm across the chest of his prone foe.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NOOOO! 'The Moose' Mark Millar drags the champion off to break the pin!

JACK JONES: What the hell just happened?

The crowd are speechless, watching with their mouths agape as Millar saves D!'s bacon. But who's going to save Millar's? 'Dirty Money' rush to the scene and attack the team of Millar and Wayne Wright as The Gaines Brother, The O'Connors, the WGA, "LDK", Dan Ryan and everyone else rushes to join the brawl!

BILL HEWSON: This is pandemonium! All hell has broken loose!

The 'Faces of Death' make a beeline for 'Dirty Money' but get cut off by the O'Connors. Prince Darko and KBOND get right up in the faces of "LDK" and Dan Ryan, who are themselves trying to get at the Faces of Death. Stone Zellor and Chad Kurtis exchange shots. Trent Daniels, Xavier Caine, Chris Casino, Jake Phoenix. All of them brawling in the aisle.

Leaving KKP and D! all alone in the ring.

Both men are slow to their feet, each of them using the ropes to get back up. They stagger to the center of the ring as KKP plants a boot--caught! D! catches the boot and spins the champion around--grasping him with a sleeper. NYQUIL SPIKE! This one is over! D! just has to cover his opponent ... But he's got an angry fire in his eyes! D! lifts the champion back to his feet and hurls him sternum first against the nearest turnbuckle. The champ staggers back, right into a reverse thrust kick! A CHOP! PALM STRIKES! THE BEAT-O-BARRAGE IS ON! The champion falls to one knee as D! is revving up!

NO! KKP GRABS HIS BELT FROM OFF THE CANVAS--WRAPPING IT AROUND THE NECK OF D! AND HITTING A DIAMOND CUTTER!

And the cover by KKP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... and STILL NAPW WORLD CHAMPION, KRUSTY KID PAUL!

BILL HEWSON: Krusty Kid Paul retains, but we've got --- this is out of control!

JACK JONES: It's total war, Hewson, TOTAL WAR!

The action is going crazy! Virtually the entire male roster AND Suzy Scum are going at it, tearing into each other! The crowd is in a rabid frenzy as it's completely

utterly

BONZO GONZO!

Grade A bustle D! out of the ring and try to get him to the back, what in the world is going on with THAT? Meanwhile Joey Malone runs into the ring --- DIAMOND CUTTER! Modo Whoa! in DIAMOND CUTTER! The World Champion is laying people out left and right with his new move! The O'Connor Boys chase after Grade A! Dan Ryan & Lloyd Rees are trying to get to Faces of Death, but the Gaines Brothers attack them! KBOND and Prince Darko going at it! Trent Daniels is brawling with Xavier Caine! Stone Zellor punches Danny Chaos, they end up through the crowd! Tommy Deathrow grabs his crotch and swings a wild right at Ronnie Gaines! This is completely out of control...

And in the middle of it, RAVAGER and CHRIS CASINO are going at it! KRENSHOV and EVAN CARTWRIGHT are going at it! All the other brawls are going to the back through the curtain, or up through the crowd and out! Dick Kiebiech got the hell out of Dodge, but suddenly John Sharplin slides into the ring... and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

BILL HEWSON: John Sharplin calling for the bell, Jack Jones, we've got the tag champions DIRTY MONEY and the challengers FACES OF DEATH going at it around ringside, everybody else has taken a powder! The tag championship match is ON!

JACK JONES: And it's a STREET FIGHT, Bill Hewson, it's not going to get any calmer! TOTAL WAR!

On the outside, Ravager blasts Casino with a big right hand, knocking him into the guardrail. Ravager charges with a big boot attempt, Casino ducks! Ravager crotches himself on the guardrail. Casino turns around LARIATS Ravager off of his uncomfortable perch! He stomps Ravager savagely!

"*BLEEP* YOU BOB!"

On the other side of the ring, Evan Cartwright is trying to play hit and run on the colossal KRENSHOV, but gets caught by a huge right hand! Krenshov leans down and wraps both hands around Evan's throat, lifting him up high in a show of strength --- Evan wraps a cable around Krenshov's neck! He grabbed it when he was on the ground! Evan gets behind KRENSHOV, dangling behind the big man with the cable around his throat, trying to choke the monster out! Kenny leans forward suddenly, sending Cartwright sprawling on his back. Krenshov SCREAMS ---

"YAAAAAAA!"

AND OBLITERATES CARTWRIGHT WITH A RUNNING KNEE! Kenny pulls his man up, readying him for TOTAL ECLIPSE on the outside CLANG!

CHAIR SHOT FROM CASINO TO THE BACK OF KENNY!

Kenny drops Cartwright, but doesn't go down. He turns around and Casino tees off with wild fury in his eyes right to the top of Kenny's head! The big man goes down! Casino slams the chair down in fury, drinking in the hatred of the fans. Chris helps Cartwright up, and the two start stomping the hell out of KRENSHOV. Cartwright yells out a warning as he sees Ravager coming up, and C&C... take off? Casino & Cartwright get some distance, then reach over the guardrail and grab chairs, snapping them shut loudly. They roll in the ring and tell Ravager to get in, as Ravager checks on his partner. The crowd chants "COME ON PUSSIES CLAP CLAP, COME ON PUSSIES CLAP CLAP" at the Faces of Death... and follows up with "CASINO IS A BIIIITCH, CASINO IS A BIIIIITCH!" Casino tells Ravager to get in the ring where C&C are wielding chairs, but Ravager instead goes over to the timekeeper's table, ripping off the apron and pulling out a box? He takes out a STAPLE GUN and the FoD BLACK RING BELL and slides the box to KRENSHOV, who is getting to his feet. Ravager steps to the apron

SWING

Just misses Cartwright's swing. "WHERE'S MY CHANT, BITCHES?" Cartwright screams at the crowd. "EVAN'S CHRIS' BIIIITCH, EVAN'S CHRIS' BIIIIITCH." Cartwright glowers as Casino laughs, "YOU ALL JUST WANT TO BE MY BITCH!" Ravager tries to step on the apron again, narrowly avoids another chair swing. The champs are laughing as KRENSHOV tries to step on the apron. Casino and Cartwright raise their chairs to swing ---

Kenny ducks at the last second and C&C's chairs clang together! The opening is all the Faces of Death need to get in the ring. Casino swings KRENSHOV big boots the chair in his face! Ravager ducks behind Evan, grabs him in a German Suplex INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! KRENSHOV ROARS AND CHARGES! WHAM! Cartwright squashed! Kenny grabs Evan's arms, puts a knee between his shoulder blades and sets him up for the CURB STOMP. Ravager on the 2nd turnbuckle, he prepares to leap off ---

CASINO SUPERKICK!

And Casino collapses! Ravager is down, KRENSHOV drops Cartwright and grabs Casino. He picks up Ravager's dropped staple gun

KA-CHUNK

KA-CHUNK

KA-CHUNK

solid staples in Casino's movie-star face! KRENSHOV picks up a steel chair and sets it up inside the ring, OH MY GOD! Krenshov with a POWERSLAM THROUGH THE CHAIR! HE COVERS CASINO!

ONE!

TWO!

CARTWRIGHT DROPKICK!

Cartwright stomping away on KRENSHOV, looking to take down the big man. KRENSHOV continues to get to his feet, absorbing blows, until he can grab Cartwright around the waist. Looking for his violent BEARHUG, but Cartwright digs his thumb sickly into KRENSHOV's eye socket. Kenny lets go as Evan snaps into position... KRENSHOV turns around

TOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTYYYYYY!

THE PERFECT UPPERCUT! KRENSHOV FALLS LIKE A LOG! EVAN HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

RAVAGER MAKES THE SAVE!

Ravager pounds Cartwright, hooks him from behind, Last Resort, Evan counters, Wheelbarrow Suplex, Ravager won't let it happen, gets another standing switch and slams his forehead into the back of Evan's! Headbutt, headbutt, HEADBUTT! Evan is in a bad way! Ravager HOOKS HIM!

LAST RESORT!

THAT'S ALL!

ONE!

TWO!

THNOOOOOO!

CASINO MAKES THE SAVE!

BILL HEWSON: WHAT THE HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE TO END IT BETWEEN THESE TWO TEAMS?

JACK JONES: I told you, Hewson, it's TOTAL WAR! TOTAL WAR DON'T END TIL ONE SIDE'S DEAD!

BILL HEWSON: That may be what it takes to END THIS MATCH TONIGHT!

All four men are getting shitkicked already, as Casino grabs KRENSHOV. He picks Cartwright up, DOUBLE DROPKICK from the champs rocks KRENSHOV! Shades of the Rock & Roll Express! KRENSHOV is against the ropes CARTWRIGHT WITH A WILD CHARGE BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP! The blood lust of Evan is coming out here tonight! In the ring, Casino picks up the Faces of Death ring bell. He smirks, then cranks a shot into the skull of Ravager!

DING!

On the outside, Evan picks up the REAL ring bell!

DING!

INTO THE SKULL OF KRENSHOV!

Casino hauls up Ravager, screams out "DIE YOU MOTHER*BLEEP*ER" and BRAINBUSTS him into the center of the ring! Chris goes to the corner and ascends... WAIT A MINUTE! CARTWRIGHT ON THE OPPOSITE TURNBUCKLE!

DIRTY MONEY RAISE THEIR ARMS TO THE SKY

AND FLY!

STEREO FLYING ELBOW DROPS!

JACK JONES: Ravager may be DEAD!

BILL HEWSON: THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEENO! KRENSHOV PULLS SHARPLIN OUT OF THE RING!

JACK JONES: That's TWICE he's done that tonight and changed the outcome of a match, but none bigger than this!

Dirty Money are FURIOUS, and Cartwright and Casino sneer at KRENSHOV. Kenny is still dazed from the ring bell shot, and Cartwright gets a lethal idea. He pulls Ravager's arms behind his back, places his boot between the man's shoulderblades. Casino laughs and heads to the 2nd turnbuckle.

The Faces of Death are going to get a taste of their own medicine.

WHAM!

Casino gets clobbered in the face by a flying object! He doesn't lose his perch, but the item falls into his hands. He looks down at it.

"CHYNA: IF THEY ONLY KNEW."

Casino screams like a little girl and drops the book like it's on fire, throwing it to Cartwright. Evan yells and lets go of Ravager, throwing the book the hell away. And then? The time has been bought.

KRENSHOV IS BACK IN IT.

Cartwright looks up to see a freight train RUNNING BIG BOOT! Casino leaps off the 2nd turnbuckle with a double ax-handle CAUGHT! BEAR HUG! KRENSHOV RAG DOLLING CASINO! Evan tries to get up, KRENSHOV boots him again! Ravager has rolled outside, he's really taken a beating in this one. Casino tries to fight out, but KRENSHOV squeezes, and SQUEEZES, and CRUSHES, and WRENCHES, and SWINGS, and...

The light is leaving Casino's eyes! The pressure is too much! Sharplin grabs his arm! It drops ONCE.

He grabs the arm again. It drops TWICE.

KRENSHOV has Casino down onto the mat, tenderizing the man's ribs with his massive strength, and Sharplin grabs the arm again.

Before it can drop a third time, JER$EY hits the ring and stomps the hell out of KRENSHOV!

BILL HEWSON: I guess we haven't seen the last of the other Dirty Money members! This is a Street Fight, no disqualification, it's perfectly legal if Jer$ey or anybody else interferes.

JACK JONES: And really, did anybody expect anything less?

Jer$ey slips on GOLDEN SWEETS as KRENSHOV gets up, he's going to knock the man the eff out, but it's TOMMY DEATHROW from behind with a SWEATY BALL CLAW! Getting some revenge for what Jer$ey did and tried to do to Billy Kryenik earlier! Somehow I doubt Deathrow is coming to KRENSHOV's aid, but that gave the man a reprieve. And here comes the NAPW World Champion! KKP hits the ring and stalks his old S.A.D. partner Tommy Deathrow. Deathrow punches Jer$ey down, turns around

K-CUTTER!

Deathrow is down as KKP spits on him! Good Lord! The World Champion picks up a steel chair and CLANG bashes KRENSHOV in the head with it! Kenny goes down, he's busted wide open! The World Champion snarls and looks out at the crowd, nobody hates more than this man (maybe David Banks), KKP loves crushing dreams, he can crush the Faces of Death sick dream right here! He has his arms out to the side, waiting for KRENSHOV to get back up ---

The crowd suddenly goes BANANA.

Behind Krusty Kid Paul is the one, the only, "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS. KKP suddenly gets that sensation that somebody is behind him... he turns around! TOE-KICK! CHAD YELLS OUT "CK FINALE" when KKP's main squeeze SUZY SCUM jumps on his back! Chad struggling with the girl on his back, he slings her over forward. Chad not about to hit a girl, but KKP LAYS HIM OUT WITH THE K-CUTTER! NO! DAMMIT! DAMN YOU KRUSTY KID PAUL! KKP now holding "The Show" for Suzy Scum to stomp him in the face...

It's ASUKA KATSURAGI! What the hell is she doing here --- LUNGBLOWER TO SUZY SCUM! The crowd goes JAPANESE STARFRUIT! HOLY HELL! ASUKA HAS LAID OUT SCUM ---

K-CUTTER.

BILL HEWSON: That son of a bitch, that SON OF A BITCH! Krusty Kid Paul just laid out a WOMAN with his new cutter!

JACK JONES: The Krusty Cutter... no, the K-CUTTER! And Asuka shouldn't have stuck her nose in Dirty Money business!

BILL HEWSON: I didn't even know she was in the building, but clearly she wanted a piece of Suzy Scum, goddammit, that isn't right, that isn't right at all!

Jer$ey is back up, and now all of Dirty Money are standing tall, all five members. KRENSHOV is getting up, and there are five men. He looks over his shoulder, and...

Doesn't see Ravager?

KRENSHOV looks back at Dirty Money, who are mocking him, insulting him, spitting on him.

And then suddenly he grins.

"What are you grinning about, dummy?"

*FWOOOOOOOSH*

*SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAM*

BILL HEWSON: WHAT THE HELL!

JACK JONES: WHAT THE HELL!

BILL HEWSON: RAVAGER just lit --- HOLY *BLEEP*! HE JUST FIRED A ROMAN CANDLE INSIDE THE POLISH HALL! *koff koff*

JACK JONES: That's just insane *koff koff*

There is smoke in the enclosed hall as the fans try to recover, many of them were really damn scared by that. Nobody was hit, but Dirty Money are coughing in the smoke and shock... KKP is snared! LAST RESORT! Jer$ey can't see the BIG BOOT coming and gets sent out! Casino and Cartwright bail out of the ring in the chaos, leaving Suzy Scum alone. Ravager grabs her by the hair. Oh no. Scum isn't a nice girl, but come ON Ravager. KRENSHOV grins sickly. Ravager hooks her from behind, KRENSHOV runs

LAST RESORT!

BIG BOOT!

Dear GOD.

And now the fans are booing the Faces of Death as much as they booed Dirty Money earlier. They hate both teams SO BAD. But here come Casino & Cartwright back in!

Chris Casino.

Evan Cartwright.

Ravager.

Kenny KRENSHOV.

All four men staredown...and the brawling begins anew. No quarter taken, none given. It is all out. Blood and sweat fly. How much more can these men possibly have left? KRENSHOV sends Casino into a corner and hits him with a big splash, followed by another, then one more for good measure. Chris is so much putty. Ravager and Cartwright are going at it, Ravager sending Evan into the ropes. His own charge is met with a big boot, and then Cartwright takes him down with a ROARING ELBOW! Casino down, Ravager down, KRENSHOV big boot attempt, Cartwright gets underneath it and attempts another Perfect Uppercut, Krenshov barely dodges the attempt. Both men are off-balance, Evan throws a roaring elbow --- caught by KRENSHOV! What's this? FOREARM CHOKESLAM! Krenshov has connected with a big move! He hauls Cartwright back up, hooks him, and then lifts him up...

TOTAL ECLIPSE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEE NO!

CHRIS CASINO YANKS THE REFEREE AWAY! Sharplin protests and gets SUPERKICKED in the face for his troubles! Casino turns around FOREARM SMASH by Kenny knocks him down!

KRENSHOV picks up a spare chair and sets it up in the center of the ring. He picks up Evan again, he's going to hit a Total Eclipse onto the open chair! Whatever it takes to end this, to finally bring the tag titles to the Faces of Death.

Kenny hauls up Evan...

Casino with a low blow that staggers Krenshov! Evan hooks the arm and delivers a single-arm DDT to KRENSHOV, putting him down. Casino kicks Ravager in the face, and what's this? Ravager stunned, Casino & Cartwright hit the ropes and hit TOTAL ELIMINATION on Ravager! He goes down! Then Casino grabs KRENSHOV's thick arms, twists him around...

BANKRUPT

Evan is on the top rope

MISSISSIPPI PLUNGE.

Evan and Casino each pin a man, the crowd counts along out of spite.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Too bad the referee is out. You know, because Casino superkicked him into la-la land.

Casino slaps the mat 1-2-3 angrily. Dirty Money could have won this. The rest of the faction, all the other bodies, have all powdered out. Cartwright gets up, hands on his hips, as Casino goes over to Sharplin. He kicks him hard out of anger, and then says to Evan "let's kill these donkey-*BLEEP*." That's what he said. Evan and Chris roll out of the ring, tossing in chairs, the ring bell, a garbage can. Injuries, it would seem, are about to pile up...

When suddenly a man in a black burlap mask hits the ring? It's not the same as the Faces of Death mask, however, because it has eyeholes! The man is wielding a chain around his fist! He nails Cartwright, then Casino! Picks up a steel chair --- CLANG! CLANG! Two shots, one chair on the ground, the man double-underhooks Casino's arms and hits a double-arm DDT on the steel chair before being tossed hard to the outside.

BILL HEWSON: Wait a minute, we saw that move used earlier tonight! Is that --- you've got to be kidding me!

JACK JONES: Oh my GOD, Hewson, it's STONE ZELLOR!

Stone rips off his mask as Ravager and KRENSHOV are getting up. Stone smiles and rushes over to Sharplin. Casino is holding his head outside the ring as KRENSHOV hooks Cartwright's arms...

PACKAGE PILEDRIVER

He rolls Cartwright's limp body to Ravager, who hooks the man for a BRAINBUSTAHHHHHH!

Stone tosses Sharplin into position to see Ravager covering. KRENSHOV watches for Casino, who is hurt outside. HERE COME DIRTY MONEY AGAIN!

ONE

TWO

THREE

But they're just too late.

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWW NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS --- THE FACES OF DEATH!

BILL HEWSON: Stone Zellor --- is in league with the Faces of Death? I can't believe it --- DIRTY MONEY ARE IN AGAIN! THIS ISN'T OVER! KRUSTY KID PAUL AND JER$EY BACK IN THE BRAWL!

JACK JONES: I don't know if NAPW can last with this kind of chaos every single show, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: I don't know either, but --- hold the phone! Here come DAN RYAN and LLOYD REES!

Dirty Money and the Faces of Death & Stone Zellor are continuing to brawl, Casino back in and really, really angry... it's like the match hasn't even stopped, but... but it's Rees and Ryan who hit the ring! They're brawling with everybody! Dirty Money and the Faces of Death each turn their attention to Dan Ryan and Lloyd Rees, who are knocking 'em down as they stand. Suddenly the numbers turn...

And the crowd gets even louder as BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS runs down. He hits the ring and gets into the brawl! Momentarily, the ring pauses, wondering what's going to happen. Bruce gives an angry look to Dan Ryan, like he doesn't agree with Ryan & Rees' efforts... Ryan sticks his hand out.

THEY SHAKE!

RYAN! REES! RICHARDS! ATTACKING EVERYBODY! Krusty Kid Paul and Casino bail out of the ring as fast as possible, but Jer$ey is caught by THE BEAST --- CHART ATTACKED OUT OF THE RING ON TOP OF THE REST OF DIRTY MONEY! Cartwright has rolled to the floor. Stone Zellor is caught by Rees --- DDT FROM THE GREEN! Rees goes after Ravager! The Beast and Dan Ryan attacking KRENSHOV, wait a minute, no way, they can't be! Two powerhouses lifting up the other powerhouse...

KRENSHOV SENT OVER THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE! HOLY HELL!

Dan Ryan slides out of the ring, reaches under and brings out a table! He gets it in the ring, The Beast opens it up! Ravager is alone with these three men! CHART ATTACK! But that's not all, as Dan Ryan immediately scoops Ravager up. HUMILITY BOMB --- REES OFF THE TOP ROPE! LARIAT COMBINATION THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dirty Money are back down the aisle, all hurting, showing signs... but the biggest injury of all is that Casino & Cartwright are not leaving with the tag team titles.

Dan Ryan and "LDK" Lloyd Rees each have a tag title, holding it high... and then they drop them onto the new champions. Ravager and KRENSHOV are laid out. Stone Zellor is stirring, but in the ring it is THREE men standing tall.

THREE men who say NO MORE.

THREE men who are GOING TO FIGHT.

THREE.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following is the ULTIMATE SIX-WOMAN SCRAMBLE and it is for the NAPW Women's Championship! The first competitor to score a pinfall or submission on any other wrestler will be the new Women's Champion!

Ace of Base's "Beautiful Life" plays and the prissy Starsha Stevens comes from the back. She is sure to not get TOO close to any of the fans on her way down the aisle.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! Weighin in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds and stands at five foot three inches, from Vancouver British Columbia... STUNNING STARSHA STEVENS!

As Starsha climbs into the ring, her music dies away to be replaced by Gwar's "You can't Kill Terror." Suzy makes her way from the back, sort of sleazily, and down to ringside where she stops at the steps looking disdainfully at the fans.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing next, a member of Dirty Money. She stands at five foot seven inches, weighing a total of one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. She makes her home in Edmonton, Alberta... SUZY SCUM!

Gwar's music dies away being replaced by The Fader's "No Sleep Tonight." From the back walks Harmony Monroe to enormous boos, fighting with Scum for the most boos of the evening.

FRANK WARBURTON: Making her way down to the ring weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds standing five foot six inches from Staten Island, New York... HARMONY MONROE!

Kelly Osbourne's "Shut Up" fires up, and as Mandy makes her way through the curtains backstage, she is immediately bathed in cheers.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Lexington, Kentucky! She stands at five foot four inches and weighs one hundred and nineteen pounds... MANDY TREVATHAN!

Mandy walks down to the ring through the cheers and slaps hands with fans, she looks up into the ring at the other three women standing there. The metal version of "Sailor Moon Theme" blares and the crowd's cheering is louder than before, they seem to have gained a new level of loudness.

FRANK WARBURTON: Making her way from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, she stands at five foot six inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ASUKA KATSURAGI!

The crowd pops for one of their favorites. Asuka climbs inside the ring to stand beside Mandy as they stare at the other women across the ring from them. The crowd is deafening as Funkadelic's "Good to Your Earhole" blares. The song is drowned out as Tiffany walks from the back with her belt around her waist. She holds up her hands to the crowd and points down to the ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: And now, your NAPW Women's champion! From Edmonton Alberta, she stands at five foot three inches and weighs one hundred twenty-five pounds...

His voice is drowned out from the enormously huge pop Tiffany is getting.

FRANK WARBURTON: Your champion... "WHITE CHOCOLATE~" TIFFANY MacINTYRE!

Tiffany walks to the ring slapping fans and letting some of the younger children touch the belt around her waist.

DING! DING!

In the ring it is divided, even though it is not a six-person tag match; the faces are on one side and the heels collected opposite. Tiffany, Asuka, and Mandy begin to work collectively against the heels. Mandy with a knee lift to Starsha's midsection, clenched right fist from Asuka to Harmony, and Tiffany with a slap to Suzy. The crowd cheers the faces taking control early and working together to eliminate the trash inside the ring.

BILL HEWSON: The crowd is loving this! Macintyre, Mandy and Asuka are no more fans of the other three women than the fans!

JACK JONES: Now that's just stupid, it's not a tag-team match! It's every woman for herself! Tiffany can't trust ANYBODY!

ROB MARTINEZ: For once I agree with Rob, this match does not favor the champion. First fall ends it --- Tiffany doesn't even have to be involved in the decision for the title to change hands!

Irish whip from Tiffany sends Scum across the ring into Asuka and Harmony's tussle. A back elbow from Asuka puts Scum down. Asuka with a knee to Harmony's midsection stuns her, then delivers a snappy DDT! Now a second heel is down on the mat. Mandy and Starsha are trading right and left slaps in a third corner of the ring. Mandy seems to be toying with the former Sweet Valley High cheerleader; right hand knife edge chop and a belly to belly suplex sends Starsha to the mat sliding. All three faces stand tall in the middle of the ring, the crowd cheering each of their favorites!

JACK JONES: Yay, yay, cheer, the humanoids need to shut their maooooouths.

ROB MARTINEZ: If only they had your good looks and brains, huh Jack?

BILL HEWSON: Rob... these fans paid their money, they have the right to respond however they want. And they are loving what they're seeing so far!

Tiffany, Asuka, and Mandy look at each other, then to their opponents on the mat, then back up at each other, and nod in unison. Each woman picks up their individual charges and over the top rope they go with ease. The heels land on the outside of the ring while the faces exchange another glance...

And then begin to tangle amongst themselves for the chance to be NAPW's women's champion! Tiffany with a push to the charging Mandy, Asuka with a rear waistlock on Tiffany after her push to Mandy and an inverted atomic drop sends Tiffany towards the corner face first. Mandy rebounds from the ropes delivering a clothesline that suprises Asuka taking her down to the mat. Mandy stands tall in the ring, but the momentarily stunned Tiffany is recovering quickly, standing behind an unsuspecting Mandy. A tap on the shoulder and Mandy turns, right hand! Mandy is rocked and trips over the fallen Asuka who rolls up Mandy for a pin. Suzy is in to break up the count before it is started as one of the heels comes back into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Asuka Katsuragi showing great instincts there, rolling up Mandy as soon as she felt her nearby!

BILL HEWSON: And Tiffany might actually be thanking Suzy Scum for that save!

JACK JONES: Tiffany's lucky Suzy Scum doesn't knock her pretty little teeth out!

Tiffany dives to break up the count as Suzy was already breaking it up, the momentum carrying her down on top of all three women. She lands with a modified body splash, we have a four-car pile up. Wait a minute! Starsha Stevens is on the top rope! SHE FLIES! Starsha lands on all four women and from the side enters Harmony, the only one still standing. Starsha celebrates her small victory of landing on four of the five wrestlers in the match when she is nailed from the side by Harmony's clenched right fist. It is an all-out war now as all six women are back in the ring and on their feet! The woman who took most of the damage being Mandy who was on the bottom of the spontaneous pile. Mandy is limping and holding the small of her back when Suzy delivers a huge clubbing blow to the injured area, following up with a back rake and a punch to Mandy's neck. These two women are located in one corner with Suzy throwing punch after punch; she says wrestlers first and gender second and from the force of the blows she means every word.

BILL HEWSON: Wow.

JACK JONES: I wouldn't mess with Suzy Scum in a dark alley, that's for sure. Or even a well-lit alley!

ROB MARTINEZ: You sure spend a lot of time in alleys, Jack.

JACK JONES: I --- HEY! Bill, tell him to stop zinging me! I SLING ZINGS! I DON'T GET SLUNG ZUNGS!

BILL HEWSON: I have no idea what you just said. Asuka Katsuragi and Starsha Stevens trading blows!

Asuka and Starsha are trading forceful blows, holding nothing back and not being able to hold anything back from each other. Asuka with an Irish whip turning it into a side headlock bulldog to the mat where she wrenches in the hold applying as much pressure as she can given the position. Tiffany and Harmony trade fists, no wrestling moves, but fists at the ropes, their blows making the crowd nearby gasp from the force. Asuka is being brought up to her feet by Starsha, who is fighting the hold. Mandy sweeps the legs out from under Suzy, who lands squarely on her shoulders but quickly rolls out of the way of Mandy's elbow drop. Asuka is now up on her feet, still holding the side headlock on but unable to keep Starsha's bratty determination in check.

Irish whip from Mandy to Suzy who barrels down on Asuka and Starsha, Asuka ducks and Starsha leap frogs into the air. Mandy, using what she can double clotheslines the brawling Tiffany and Harmony to the outside. Turning, she confronts a charging Suzy and back body drops her over the top rope --- and to the ring apron? Suzy twists in mid air landing on the apron and points to her head; holding onto the top rope, she springboard dropkicks Mandy through the middle rope right into an Asuka spike DDT. Suzy quickly climbs the turnbuckle leaping with a knee drop across Asuka's neck. Suzy rolls off going for a pin but is stopped from a Starsha kick to the face and Suzy holds her now bleeding nose; murder shows in her eyes as she turns to Starsha. Putting her hands up in front of her face, Starsha shakes her head as Suzy stalks the former cheerleader.

ROB MARTINEZ: No honor among thieves, as it were.

JACK JONES: The only thing Starsha Stevens ever stole was my heart. *flutters*

BILL HEWSON: Oh for... HARMONY MONROE WHIPPED INTO THE GUARDRAIL! Monroe and the champion rekindling their old rivalry on the outside!

Irish whip to Harmony and she is sent flying into the guardrail at ringside, but she manages to springboard off the metal with a backflip into the waiting arms of Tiffany! Bodyslam on the floor! White Chocolate isn't finished as she takes a page out of Suzy's book and sits on Harmony's chest switching hands as she pounds away at the face of Harmony. Tiffany is grunting from the effort she is putting into the blows and seems to enjoy the pain she is causing; Harmony somehow manages to roll her attacker over. Harmony is now on top doing the same to White Chocolate, causing the white to turn a quick and painful looking shade of red. Harmony's hair is flying with each blow she delivers to Tiffany, but doesn't care about her looks now, and intent that Tiffany doesn't care about hers anymore either. Inside the ring, Suzy manages to get Starsha backed up into a corner and is delivering stiff and repeated knee lifts to her gut. Starsha is trying to hold her midsection in some what of a protective way, but Suzy is having none of that as she kneelifts through Starsha's defenses. She lifts Starsha up to the top turnbuckle... SUPERPLEX! Scum covers Stevens ---

ONE!-- Asuka stomps down on the back of Suzy's neck to stop the count quickly after it began. Mandy is back to her feet and pulls the stunned Starsha to the middle of the ring. Starsha's eyes are dazed and appear to be blank from the pain Suzy has caused her so recently. Mandy boots her in the gut following up with a over the head suplex that Starsha manages to counter in mid-air into a rear waistlock to a rolling German suplex. Mandy's shoulders slap the mat once, Starsha rolls over with another and once again Mandy's shoulders slam into the mat; this time her head connects with the mat as well.

JACK JONES: STUNNING!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stevens dropped Mandy right on her head!

BILL HEWSON: This could be a huge upset, Starsha Stevens could walk out of this match with the title in only her second NAPW match!

Starsha lifts Mandy up once more and releases Mandy this time on the last roll and Mandy is sent flying. Starsha is in her own world as she is now the one stalking prey. Asuka places Suzy's head up and under her armpit and hooks the leg with a snap mare suplex into a pin.

ONE!- broken up by the starry-eyed Starsha as she walks past the pin on her way to Mandy who is grabbing at her lower back. Outside the ring, the two women, Tiffany and Harmony are rolling around seemingly have forgotten about the match inside the ring. All these two seem to be worried about is beating the holy hell out of each other and doing it as violently as possible. Neither woman is going to be happy until the other is incapacitated in a hospital somewhere! Both get back to their individual feet to just charge at the other one again. Clothesline from Harmony and Tiffany is staggering back towards where the announcers are stationed. Tiffany's energy is fading as Harmony lunges at her, but Tiffany is faking; she clamps Harmony's head under her arm and suplexes her RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

HOLY SHIT!

Both women are down as static is heard through the mics at ringside. Both women just lay there, barely moving they are dog tired. Back in the ring Starsha places a boot into Mandy's face and climbs her way up to the top turnbuckle...

FALLING STARSHA!

She quickly jumps up doing the cheer that NAPW and Rebel Pro fans saw on NAPW-Online.com this week. Another burst of static as the announcers get their mics working, WAIT A MINUTE! ASUKA HAS SCUM UP!

K-BOMB!

Instead of posing the way that Starsha is doing, Asuka quickly makes a cover as the camera picks up Tiffany and Harmony brawling once again. When did these two women get back up and how do they have the energy to continue? Starsha makes the cover on the downed Mandy.

ONE!

TWO!

Starsha is counting and nodding along with the referee's count

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Starsha jumps up and down in the ring celebrating her victory and knowing that she is the new NAPW Women's champion. She throws her hands up in the air as the belt is brought into the ring. On the outside Tiffany and Harmony continue their brawling, this is no cat fight but a brawl any man would be proud of, brawling into the back. Suzy and Mandy both roll out of the ring and walk up the entrance way, a few feet apart, both look dejected at their lost opportunity. Back inside the ring, Starsha is still jumping up and down doing that little cheer. The referee is talking to Frank Warburton...

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEW NAPW Women's Champion...

Starsha points at herself and holds out her hands a broad told you so smile on her face.

FRANK WARBURTON: ... ASUKA KATSURAAAAAAGIIIII!

The look on Starsha's face is priceless as the belt is handed to Asuka and she storms out of the ring throwing a temper tantrum that any five year old not getting what they want would be proud of. Starsha is wailing about not fair, injustice, and other nonsense but the camera is focused on the new Women's champion who stands in the middle of the ring with the newly won belt held high up for the fans to see. Your new champion --- ASUKA KATSURAGI!

JACK JONES: And that's how you milk a weasel.

ROB MARTINEZ: Carolina isn't far enough away from this bozo. So Bill, seen any good movies lately?

BILL HEWSON: Not really, slow season and all. I avoided being dragged to "Australia," thankfully.

JACK JONES: Hey! Pay attention to me! HEY! I'M TALKING!

Frank Warburton is in the ring!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is your second main event of the evening, and is an ULTIMATE ATTRITION MATCH! Introducing first...

"I'm Not Jesus" by Apocalyptica plays... and out walk five hated men. The Gaines Brothers, Hank & Ronnie, enter first accompanied by "The Southern Gent" Billy E. Lee, resplendent in a southern-style white suit. D! comes out right behind them, sneering at the fans. And then, behind them, the NAPW Tag Team Champions... Ravager, KRENSHOV, the Faces of Death.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! Hank & Ronnie, the Gaines Brothers! D! And the NAPW Tag Team Champions Ravager & KRENSHOV, the Faces of Death... TEAM GLORY BY MASSACRE!

JACK JONES: Have you ever SEEN an assortment of skill, power and raw talent on one team before? Look at this team! Two monsters in KRENSHOV and Ronnie Gaines! The sheer technical dominance of Ravager! The unorthodox violence of D! And Hank Gaines, bringing the best of the southern brawling!

ROB MARTINEZ: Certainly an impressive team, and note that this is a ten-man Ultimate Attrition match while our other two have been eight-man versions!

BILL HEWSON: That's a lot of bodies to eliminate, Martinez, this match will no doubt fit the phrase "Ultimate ATTRITION."

The heels are all in the ring. The crowd really hates them, but really hates to see D! and Ravager showing zero signs of friction. The Gaines Brothers themselves have a big opportunity tonight, teaming up with three veritable NAPW legends... against a team containing three MORE NAPW legends. Speaking of the opposition...

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, the team of RAGE & RETRIBUTION!

Dropkick Murphys!

FRANK WARBURTON: First! At a total combined weight of three-hundred pounds... Sean and Seamus, the O'CONNOR BOYS!

The fans pop as the OCB run out from the curtain, fired up for this one! They however stop short of getting in the ring, distrusting their opponents to wait for the proper match start...

"NO ONE'S GONNA TAKE ME ALIVE!
THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!"

And out from the curtain step...

III.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their partners! BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS! "LDK" LLOYD REES! "THE EGO BUSTER" DAN RYAN! Collectively, they are III!

Richards, Ryan and Rees come down to the ramp, all towering over their partners the OCB. The crowd is going crazy, even POP-TASTIC! The five outside all share a look, then step into the ring. Kiebiech looks like a toothpick trying to hold back a tidal wave in between this mass of humanity, but somehow a giant brawl does not break out. Each team goes to their corner. Starting out it look like it will be...

Ravager and "LDK" Lloyd Rees.

DING DING DING!

BILL HEWSON: Two former world champions squaring off to begin... there are no fewer than SIX former NAPW World Champions in this contest, guys. "LDK" Lloyd Rees is a Grand Slam title winner, and Ravager of course joined the Triple-Crown club when he won the tag titles at our last event in November.

JACK JONES: Ahem. Ravager is also the GREATEST WORLD CHAMPION in NAPW history.

BILL HEWSON: Definitively so. This match will have a lot of twists and turns before it's done!

Tie-up, Rees takes Ravager down with a side headlock takedown. Ravager trying to get out, gets a headscissors on Rees. Rees twists over, pops his head out, drives back down to get the headlock back on Ravager. The tag champion gets to his feet, gets out of the hold and cinches on a hammerlock. Rees locking for some leverage to free himself, tries to snapmare Ravager over, but Ravager holds on and rolls through, maintaining the hammerlock. Oh, a headbutt to the back of Rees' head! Ravager continues to work the hammerlock, but Rees starts throwing back elbows. Ravager jarred enough for Rees to counter and get a hammerlock of his own, switched into a wrist-lock. Rees drives the elbow into the point of Ravager's shoulder, momentarily putting Ravager to one-knee. Ravager trying to get out, Rees reverses the reversal and gets the wrist-lock right back. Ravager audibly curses, then jams a thumb into Ree's eye to get out. Snaps Rees down to the canvas by the hair, and tags in his partner, KRENSHOV. Rees is up and to his corner however, wants to know who wants it? Seamus O'Connor is the first to tag his outstretched hand, and he comes in!

ROB MARTINEZ: Talk about a mismatch!

JACK JONES: These O'Connor Boys must have a death wish or something. Or maybe they're just Irish.

BILL HEWSON: They ARE Irish, Jack.

JACK JONES: That explains everything!

KRENSHOV smugly grins down at the diminutive Seamus. KRENSHOV holds over a foot and and TWO HUNDRED POUNDS over Seamus. The fiesty Irishman doesn't back down however, and slaps the taste out of KRENSHOV's mouth. Kenny puts a hands to his cheek in surprise, then lunges for Seamus, who ducks under his grip. Kenny turns around and fires, another duck under by Seamus. A two-handed lunge, and Seamus dives under Kenny's legs, then fires off a dropkick to the ass! KRENSHOV stumbles forward, landing across the middle rope. Seamus makes a quick tag to his brother Sean. Sean grabs Seamus, IRISH WHIP! Seamus lands on Kenny's back! Here somes Sean, BUSHMILLS DRILL --- Krenshov gets out of the way! KRENSHOV back up, Kiebiech telling Seamus to get out of the ring. First, he and Sean hit a double dropkick that rocks Kenny on his feet. Seamus exits, Sean with a dropkick of his own --- KRENSHOV sidesteps and smacks Sean down. Kenny drops a big leg drop, then grabs Sean and whips him into the GBM corner. Krenshov charges and SQUASHES Sean in the corner. Kenny raises his hand high, and in tags the other big man on the team, Ronnie Gaines. Gaines gets in and sends Sean to the ropes --- TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Nearly broke the lightweight in half! Ronnie Gaines makes the first cover at the urging of Billy E Lee, one, two, Sean gets a shoulder up.

Ronnie hooks Sean and walks him back to the heel corner, where Hank tags in. Ronnie irish whips Sean into a corner, then Hank grabs Ronnie... Irish whip? Reversal? HANK SQUASHES SEAN! Geez! Ronnie exits the ring. Hank throws some right hands into a sagging, cornered Sean. Kiebiech tells him to get out of the corner, to which Hank obliges him. Running Powerslam into the center of the ring! Sean is in a world of trouble here! Cover! One! Two! Seamus breaks it up with a dropkick to the head! Hank squashes it off and begins to choke out Sean over the bottom rope. Kiebiech tells him to get off, Hank does, arguing with Dick... and while Dick's back is turned, Billy E Lee continues the choke on Sean on the bottom rope! He's well and off the man by the time Kiebiech turns around. Hank again sends Sean into the GBM corner, and tags in D!. D! gets in, runs across to the face corner, slaps Dan Ryan across the face, then runs back. Ryan storms into the ring, only for Kiebiech to get in his face, telling him to get back to his corner. During the melee, all five GBM members pound the shit out of Sean in their corner! D! takes Sean out of the corner before Kiebiech turns around, snapmaring him over and delivering a PERFECT flipping necksnap. Then a basement dropkick to the face of the still-seated Sean! D! makes a cover, one, two, Sean gets out!

ROB MARTINEZ: I would say that Sean O'Connor badly needs to tag out! He's already the smallest dog in the fight, and he's been isolated for sometime now!

JACK JONES: Stating the obvious, eh? If that's what passes for quality commentary down in Carolina...

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn't you have to take this job because you owe "Wahoo" Winchell money? Or was it the pictures he has of you with...

JACK JONES: IX-NAY ON THE ALRUS-WAY!

BILL HEWSON: ... D! drops an elbow on Sean, now tags in Ravager. Never thought I'd see the day those would two would EVER be on the same page.

And shockingly, D! delivers an inverted atomic drop to Sean. Ravager hits the ropes and clobbers the reeling O'Connor with a lariat. He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Seamus with another last-second save, dropkicking Ravager right in the face!

Ravager picks Sean up, delivering a sick knife-edge chop. He whips his man off, lariat, ducked, Sean rebounds, back elbow from Ravager, ducked, Sean hits the ropes --- SPRINGBOARD BACKFIST! Sean takes Ravager down! Both men down, crowd chanting "SEAN SEAN SEAN!" Sean is out of it himself, he's taken a lot of punishment! He crawls for a tag, but Ravager is faster! Ravager tags D! back in...

SEAN TAGS IN DAN RYAN!

... and D! turns around and tags KRENSHOV in!

BILL HEWSON: It looks like D! wants no part of Dan Ryan here tonight.

JACK JONES: Why should he? He's beaten Dan Ryan all over Alberta, what does he have left to prove to him?

BILL HEWSON: As I recall, D! has left every encounter he's had with Dan Ryan on a STRETCHER. Now we have KRENSHOV and Dan Ryan in the ring, they meet next week for the tag titles... and it was earlier this year that Dan Ryan defeated KRENSHOV to become NAPW World Champion!

KRENSHOV and Dan Ryan stand center ring, combined almost weighing 700 pounds. There is a lot of heat here... they both hit the ropes! Shoulderblocks! Neither man goes down. KRENSHOV roars and points to the ropes. Ryan hits them for speed, charges and rams KRENSHOV. Kenny wobbles, but stays on his feet. Ryan's turn to point, KRENSHOV hits the ropes, shoulderblock! Same effect! Both men jawing at each other, they hit the ropes again, WHAMMO! Ravager gets a knee into the back of Dan Ryan. Ryan turns around and grabs the top rope, snapping it and bringing Ravager in the ring the hard way! Ryan turns around and KRENSHOV nails him with a big boot! Ryan topples to the floor. KRENSHOV follows, they're brawling outside! It breaks down as teammates drop off the apron and join the melee! The Gaines Brothers and "LDK" Lloyd Rees and Seamus O'Connor are all brawling away!

WATCH SEAN!

SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!

He knocks down a few guys... the brawling continues! Wait a minute! RAVAGER ON THE TOP ROPE!

CROSSBODY ONTO EVERYBODY!

Nine men are all outside, picking themselves up off the ground, when the fans realize that there is only ONE man left in the ring. ONE MAN... one BEAST! Richards looks at the fans, looks at the crowd outside ...

BEAST OUTTA CONTROL OVER-THE-TOP-ROPE PLANCHA!

BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!

BILL HEWSON: Can you believe 270 pounds sailing over the top rope like that? The Beast just made a huge impact in his first match back in months!

ROB MARTINEZ: Somebody call the police, we've got a five-car pile-up outside the ring!

JACK JONES: We've got a five-car --- HEY! THAT'S MY LINE!

BILL HEWSON: Kiebiech has lost all control of this match, but guys are getting back in, I don't even know who's legal, and HEY WAIT A MINUTE! What are they doing out here?

JACK JONES: Coming to watch their mentor D! succeed, of course!

Grade A of WAYNE WRIGHT and THE MOOSE have come out, flanking the MASKED MYTH on either side. The O'Connor Boys spy them... and DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES ONTO THEM! The O'Connor Boys pounding on The Moose and Wayne, dropping them to the floor! The Masked Myth is all alone, and the OCB advance on him up the aisle. Moose and Wayne from behind are pounding the O'Connor Boys! Kiebiech is trying to order the OCB back to the ring as the OCB fight back, whipping Wayne into a guardrail. Kiebiech is counting! The Masked Myth disappears through the curtain and the OCB give chase! Kiebiech looks at them disappear, shakes his head, and counts NINE... TEN! He leans through the ropes and tells Warburton what to announce.

FRANK WARBURTON: By count-out and leaving the ringside area, the O'CONNOR BOYS have been eliminated from this match!

ROB MARTINEZ: The legendary Irish tempers just put Rage & Retribution two men down!

BILL HEWSON: And then there were "III."

In the ring, it seems to be The Beast and Hank Gaines legal, and they're exchanging right hands! The Beast gets behind his man --- COBRA CLUTCH! BOMB! He covers, one, two, Gaines kicks out! The Beast hits the ropes, only to have Billy E Lee trip him up. Hank hooks Beast's arms, delivers a double underhook backbreaker. A five-on-three advantage for the heels now as Hank tags in brother Ronnie. Ronnie hooks a Full Nelson on The Beast... Hank with a BIG BOOT! Country Fest '08, kids! Cover on The Beast, one, two, KICK-OUT!

Ronnie Gaines slaps a Head Vice on The Beast. He squeezes the man's head like an overripe melon. Beast's face shows the pain and the referee asks him if he wants to quit. Beast shakes his head no, but his eyes are closing, light fading. The referee raises Beast's arm up, and let's go.

It limply drops.

The referee grabs Beast's arm and raises it a second time...

And it drops again.

JACK JONES: Yes! Yes! Squeeeeeze him like my fourth ex-wife squeezed me for every last dollar!

Kiebiech lifts The Beast's arm up once again... it drops...

NO! THE BEAST'S ARM IS UP! SHAKING! HE'S FIGHTING! Ronnie looks to Billy E Lee for some advice, Lee is frantic on the outside! What in tarnation?! Beast fights up, Ronnie holding the head vice on... an elbow! A second! A THIRD ELBOW and The Beast is free! He runs off the ropes --- caught! Ronnie with a CHOKEBOMB --- Beast with a MANDIBLE CLAW! Ronnie drops him, goes down to a knee as Beast rams his fingers down the man's gullet. This could be all, but here comes Hank. Beast sees him coming, lets go of Ronnie and hoists Hank up! IN POSITION!

CHARRRRRRT ATTAAAAAAACK!

But Hank isn't legal! Beast picks up Ronnie, looking a Chart Attack on him, but Ronnie throws elbows, causing Beast to drop him. Ronnie lands on his feet and delivers a huge overhand chop to The Beast! Ronnie irish whips Beast, hits the ropes himself...

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! Hank Gaines has rolled outside, Billy E Lee waving smelling salts in front of his nose to help him recover from the huge Chart Attack. Rees and Ryan are reaching for a tag from their "III" stablemate! Ronnie and Beast are both down as the referee counts... they're crawling! Hank is back in the corner as Ronnie reaches, and instinctively tags in his twin! Hank gets into the ring, looking for revenge on The Beast...

HOT TAG "LDK!"

ROB MARTINEZ: HERE COMES LLOYD REES!

BILL HEWSON: HE'S A HOUSEAFAR!

JACK JONES: You two need to get a room.

Rees clotheslines Hank down! D! comes in, gets clotheslined down! Ravager gets one! KRENSHOV gets one, stays on his feet. D! charges Rees, gets back body dropped OVER THE TOP! Ravager gets a back body dropped --- into KRENSHOV, who catches him! Rees with a DROPKICK knocks them both over! HANK GAINES FROM BEHIND! He whips Rees to the ropes, going for his LARIATOOOO --- Rees ducks! He tries to hook Gaines for the Wabana Buster, but Gaines gets out and hammers Rees down. He scoops him up for a running powerslam!

REES COUNTERS! DDT FROM THE GREEN!

He covers, ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT...

AND REES SLAPS ON THE CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! HANK GAINES TAPS OUT!

FRANK WARBURTON: Hank Gaines has been eliminated by submission!

BILL HEWSON: The odds have been almost evened now! Nobody can last long in the Conception Bay Chinlock!

JACK JONES: "III" have a long way to go, Hewson! Don't get cocky, kid, there are a lot more of them! HA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Laugh it up, fuzzball.

JACK JONES: Dammit, Bill, he needs to GO. Now he's trying to one-up my dated pop culture references!

Do the announcers ever call the match? Good question, but right now "LDK" Lloyd Rees is tangling with KRENSHOV! KRENSHOV slams Rees down to the mat and drops a huge elbow, but opts for a choke instead of a pinfall. Kiebiech tells him to get off one, two, three, four, Kenny breaks. He doesn't want to get disqualified, he wants to WIN. And hurt people in the process. He picks up Rees... FALLAWAY SLAM! KRENSHOV tags in Ravager, who comes in and stomps Rees. Suddenly, there is a commotion from the crowd...

STONE ZELLOR hops over the guardrail!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is that turncoat doing here? He left the building earlier tonight!

BILL HEWSON: You're right, Rob, we thought Stone was gone for the evening! But apparently he's not too far gone to help out his new buddies the Faces of Death!

JACK JONES: You two are just JEALOUS.

Stone ducks to his knees so Kiebiech can't see him beyond the ring apron. KRENSHOV gets in the ring illegally, forcing Kiebiech to take him back. D! and Ronnie Gaines each run over to the opposite side and pull Ryan and Beast down, brawling with them! Kiebiech now sees THIS and exits the ring to try to restore some order. Ravager drops Rees with a DDT and looks for Stone. Zellor tosses Ravager a STEEL CHAIR! KRENSHOV is in the ring as well! Rees is standing up...

SWING

BOING!

Rees ducks the chairshot, and instead Ravager hits the top rope... and the chair rebounds and hits him in the head! KRENSHOV charges Rees, but he grabs the chair and HUCKS IT IN HIS FACE! Kenny goes down and rolls out. Rees picks up the steel chair, looking out to the crowd... they want it! He taps the canvas as Ravager gets to his feet...

CRACK!

DING DING DING!

Rees looks around in confusion, as Dick Kiebiech is halfway through the ropes. But all he saw was Rees' chairshot on Ravager, and he's disqualifying him!

FRANK WARBURTON: "LDK" Lloyd Rees has been disqualified from this contest!

Rees looks angry, but then just shrugs. "Aight me byes, so I'm disqualified! Guess nuttin' can stop me from doin' dis!" He opens up the chair and grabs up Ravager... oh my! WABANA BUSTER THROUGH THE CHAIR! RAVAGER IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN... and just had the crap kicked out of him!

BILL HEWSON: Team Glory By Massacre has a four-on-two advantage right now, but Ravager has been knocked out! If somebody can pin him!

JACK JONES: Fat chance!

Rees leaves the ring, the crowd chanting his name, as Ravager bleeds over the canvas. But before Dan Ryan or The Beast can get in, D! comes in and drags Ravager to the heel corner, tagging himself in. He taunts The Beast...

The Beast charges with a lariat, which D! ducks. Unfortunately for him, Beast stops short and racks D! up in the TORTURE RACK! That could be all, but Ronnie Gaines blind tags a howling D! by the foot. He comes in and nails The Beast from behind, freeing D!. Ronnie delivers a BELL CLAP to The Beast's head, stunning him, and them begins hooking his man for a Pump-Handle Powerslam... The Beast counters and gets out! His turn for a Pump-Handle... on the three hundred pounder! PUMP-HANDLE SUPLEX THROW! Not as much distance as some, but impressive nonetheless. And now... THE BEAST GOES TO THE TOP ROPE! If he hits the Moonsault, that'll be all, but Billy E Lee gets on the apron and tries to pull Beast off. The Beast looks like he's being assaulted by a gnat, and kicks Lee to the floor!

DIVING MOONSAULT!

Nobody home!

Beast impacts, Ronnie Gaines picks him up, twists the right arm back, exposing Beast's HEART... Beast counters out! CHART ATTACK --- Beast is still winded from the moonsault to the canvas! Ronnie gets out, Beast turns around, CHOKEBOMB!

ONE!

TWO!

TH KICK-OUT!

Ronnie signals for it to be over, he's going to try the Heart Punch again... but Beast with the Mandible Claw! Ronnie desperately goes to the ropes, forcing a break, so Beast chops Ronnie across the chest! He whips ROnnie to the otherside, Ronnie stops his momentum, here comes BEAST A CHARGE RONNIE MOVES STONE PULLS DOWN THE MIDDLE ROPE! BEAST FLIES TO THE OUTSIDE THE HARD WAY! THe referee never saw it, he was distracted by D! And now a furious Dan Ryan comes outside to come after Stone, who puts space between himself and "The Ego Buster." The Beast climbs into the ring, woozy. Gaines comes in, Beast with a shot to the breadbasket. Irish whip ---countered!

HEART PUNCH!

HOLY! Ronnie Gaines covers The Beast, who went down like he took a shotgun blast!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: The Beast has been eliminated by pinfall!

BILL HEWSON: This is outrageous! Stone Zellor is more or less functioning like an extra team member, and Glory By Massacre doesn't NEED more help! They've had the advantage almost the entire match...

JACK JONES: Yeah, and now? There's only one "Rage & Retribution" member left! Hahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: It's a four-on-one, five-on-one depending on how you're counting, and "The Ego Buster" is all alone against D!, KRENSHOV, Ravager and Ronnie Gaines --- who just pinned Bruce "The Beast" Richards!

The crowd boos that, but Dan Ryan is in the ring. He realizes he's in a bad way, but Ryan's seen odds before. He looks at all four of his opponents... and at Stone... and tells them to BRING IT. Ronnie charges, knocked down! KRENSHOV gets a big right hand! Ravager eats knee! D! gets a clothesline! Ryan starts dishing out belly-to-belly suplexes! Ronnie stands up... LARIAT!

MOVES!

KIEBICH TAKES IT! The referee is DOWN!

And with that, Stone Zellor enters the ring with a steel chair! Ryan dumps D! over the top rope, then sends Ravager to join him. KRENSHOV gets clotheslined out! Ryan is a one-man wrecking crew, and he picks up Ronnie Gaines! Wait a minute, Stone is behind him with that chair! WHAM! Ryan still standing, turns around... NO! RIGHT TO THE FOREHEAD! Ronnie Gaines covers Ryan, no ref, but Ryan is down and out!

SOMEBODY OUT OF THE CROWD! He slides into the ring! Wait a minute... it's DEZ CARTER! HE HOOKS STONE'S ARMS! DRAGON SUPLEX! Ronnie Gaines charges, Dez stops him with a thrust to the throat! Fireman's carry on the three-hundred pounder, no kidding...!

GOOOOOOO 2 SLEEEEEEEEEP!

Dez shakes Kiebiech awake as Ryan covers Gaines, ONE, TWO, THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ronnie Gaines has been eliminated by pinfall!

BILL HEWSON: Dez Carter is BACK, and what an impact KRENSHOV FROM BEHIND! KRENSHOV nails Dez Carter to the outside! We haven't seen Dez in an NAPW ring in months... SPINEBUSTER FROM DAN RYAN! KRENSHOV WALKED RIGHT INTO IT! D! and RAVAGER BACK IN! RYAN DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES THEM BOTH DOWN! KRENSHOV IS UP ---

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY TOLEDO MARY!

JACK JONES: AUGH!

BILL HEWSON: RYAN JUST SUPERKICKED KRENSHOV INTO NEXT WEEK! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! DAN RYAN PINNED ONE-HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

FRANK WARBURTON: KRENSHOV has been eliminated by pinfall!

BILL HEWSON: Ryan has cut the odds in half, D! from behind! Ryan still reeling from those earlier chairshots as D! opens up on him with kicks! Ravager is in as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't believe Ravager and D! working as a team together so well!

JACK JONES: I know, isn't it hot?

Ravager and D! take turns chopping Ryan's chest, Kiebiech still trying to get his bearings and unable to do anything about the double-team. Double irish whip, but the big Ryan won't go. CHOP CHOP CHOP. Irish whip, Ryan rebounds... and again double clotheslines Ravager and D! down! He gets behind Ravager and delivers a release German Suplex that sends Ravager skidding out of the ring. Dez Carter has taken off to whever he came from, Stone Zellor is halfway up the aisle, holding his head from the Dragon Suplex. KRENSHOV has rolled outside, he looks like he's on dream street from that stiff superkick to his jaw. Rattled his brains a bit. In the ring, D! tries a roundhouse punch on Ryan, blocked, WHAMMO! Ryan knocks D! down! He picks him up...

HUMILITY BOMB!

COVER!

KIEBIECH COUNTS!

ONE!

TWO!

KRENSHOV PULLS TRICKY DICK OUT!

Ryan slaps the mat one two three, he had D! pinned and done. He gets up, sees Kiebiech on the outside, KRENSHOV holding onto the man's collar. What he doesn't see is Ravager grab one of the tag team title belts and slide back into the ring! TURN AROUND DAN, TURN AROUND --- WHAMMO! A belt shot staggers Ryan, but he doesn't go down! Ravager gets speed, dives and clobbers Ryan with another belt shot! The Ego Buster goes down, Ravager tosses D! on top of Ryan, KRENSHOV lets the referee go, and Kiebiech counts.

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Dan Ryan has been eliminated... here are your winners, RAVAGER and D!

Ryan rolls out as KRENSHOV gets in. Stone Zellor slides in as well. The victors tonight, the FACES OF DEATH and D!... but what will happen at BLACK THURSDAY IV when the tag titles are on the line?

Good night everybody!

JACK JONES: ... Yeah, that was the best present she ever unwrapped, let me tell you!

BILL HEWSON: Really? "Airwolf: Season One"?

JACK JONES: Yes. She loved the series growing up.

BILL HEWSON: Somehow I expected a different response.

JACK JONES: We were talking about Christmas with my daughters. Where did you think I was going? Sicko...

Okay... Frank, cut the awkwardness, please!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is the rematch THREE YEARS IN THE MAKING!

"Smooth" plays and the fans boo the Dirty Money member who makes his way to the ring. Casino is alone, surprisingly.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds. He is a Grand Slam champion, a Ring of Prestige inductee, and a member of Dirty Money: Ladies and Gentlemen, CHRIS CASINO!

Very little love for this man, despite all he's accomplished. But there's even less love for his opponent:

"NOTE TO SELF DON'T DIE"

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From Edmonton, Alberta, weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds! He is a three time former NAPW champion, and also a member of the Ring of Prestige: This is D!

The fans care little about what they've done. All they want to see is both men destroy each other. D! and Casino stare down as referee Dick Kiebiech calls for the bell. There is a lot of tension as the two men talk trash to each other, standing almost nose to nose, and finally D! unloads with a vicious slap to the face. Casino tries to keep his composure, but the welt on his cheek speaks volumes. Casino smirks at D!, then slaps the taste out of his mouth! And now D! is the one trying to keep composed. He rears back to punch Casino... Casino ducks, falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring! Massive heat from the fans as Casino strolls around the ring, yelling that he'll start when HE'S ready. He takes a bottle of water from a fan and has a drink while D! yells at him to get in the ring. Casino just says something about "I've waited three years, you can wait a minute", and then climbs back into the ring, where a furious D! charges!

...and Casino ducks out of the ring again. Apparently he wants to wait until D! settles down and is willing to wrestle, not fight. D! starts to climb out of the ring, but referee Kiebiech stops him, reminding him that this isn't No DQ or No Countout... Doesn't matter, Casino reaches into the ring and grabs D!'s ankle, and pulls him hard to the mat! Casino springs up to the ring apron, then springboards into the ring for a splash... D! rolls out of the way! And now D! drops an elbow... Casino rolls out of the way! Casino to his feet, hits the ropes and goes for a dropkick to the head of a rising D!... D! moves just in time, Casino lands flat in his back, and D! locks on a headlock. Casino pushes to his knees, then to his feet. He gets to the ropes, then pushes D! off. D! hits the opposite ropes, Casino drops down, D! jumps over him, hits the ropes, Casino back up... D! runs right into him with a shoulder tackle! Casino does not go down! And now Casino hits the ropes, and hits D! with a shoulder tackle! D! does not go down! D! tries one more time! He hits the ropes, and comes back..

And Casino casually walks out of the way, and goes to the outside, leaving an enraged D! in the ring.

BILL HEWSON: One thing Casino has always loved, is playing mind games with D!

JACK JONES: Yeah, but those games have backfired on him before...

Casino jaw jacks with a fan at ringside, then turns around to get a baseball slide from D!! Casino sent into the guard rail, and the time for goofing off is over! D! stomping his opponent against the railing. Casino tries to grab D!'s foot and stop the assault, but instead gets a boot to the jaw! D! hauls Casino up and rams him back first into the ring apron! Casino crawls back into the ring, with D! in hot pursuit! D! grabs Casino by the hair and hauls him to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckles! D! charges in with a clothesline, then boots him in the gut. And then another boot. And another boot. We haven't seen this in a while! The Rockette kicks of doom! Despite themselves, the fans start to sing along...

And then D! stops kicking and flashes a double bird to the fans, drawing more boos. He chops Casino hard, and then pulls him away from the turnbuckles, and nails a roundhouse right. Casino slumps to the mat, and D! hits the ropes, going for a basement dropkick. ... Casino ducks his head, and now D! is on the mat! Casino grabs the leg of D! and drops an elbow across the quad! And then another! And now Casino viciously kicks at the knee and upper leg, trying to ground the one letter superstar! D! tries to boot Casino off, but Casino is relentless in his focus on the leg...

BILL HEWSON: Casino knows that D! won't be able to hit high impact moves standing on only one leg.

And now Casino grapevines the leg, and bends the knee back, trying to get D! to tap. But he's too close to the ropes, and D! grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break. D! pulls himself to his feet, but Casino chop blocks him to the mat! D! rolls out of the ring, but only makes it to the ring apron before Casino grabs him. He pulls D! up, and tries to suplex him back into the ring... D! counters, and he pulls Casino up for a suplex! But the injured leg gives out, and Casino is able to float over and land on the ring apron! He is standing next to D!, and plants an elbow in D!'s gut. He tries to choke D! with the top rope, but D! gets an elbow of his own, and he gets an arm around Casino...

And hits a Russian Leg Sweep off the ring apron! Both men sail off the apron and crash into the guard rail on the floor! That draws some cheers from the fans, though they may just be happy that both men got hurt.

JACK JONES: Not quite a drop from the top of a cage, but that was a huge impact move there! D! hates Casino so much that he'll sacrifice his own body just to inflict pain on his opponent!

Kiebiech has started to count both men out. D! crawls to the ring, and pulls himself up. He slowly manages to climb back in. Casino is slower to get up, but it doesn't matter as D! has slid back out, and Kiebiech has stopped the count. D! hobbles over to Casino, and pulls him to his feet... Casino with a double leg takedown, and D! gets catapulted into the ring post... NO! D! used the momentum to spring to the ring apron, and now he jumps back off onto Casino with a forearm! Casino is down, but D! has done more damage to his leg! Kiebiech checks on both men, but neither wants the match to stop. D! and Casino both roll away from each other, and pull themselves back up, and into the ring. D! winds up sitting at one set of turnbuckles, Casino sits across from him. Both men glare at each other. The memories of their last match look to be flooding back, as rage fills D!'s eyes, while Casino angrily sneers at his opponent, and pulls himself to his feet! D! is up as well, and the two men meet center ring and unload on each other with rights and lefts! The fans are on their feet as both men batter each other, ignoring the calls from Kiebiech to watch the fists. D! rocks Casino with a right! Then another right! He nails an uppercut that sends Casino staggering! He rears back to land a haymaker...

Casino with a kick to D!'s injured knee! He goes down, and now Casino grabs the injured leg...

BILL HEWSON: You got to be kidding me!

Casino hooks in Pleasant Cycling! Major heat from the fans, but Casino is almost laughing as he locks in the hold D! made famous! D! yells out in pain as Casino puts all his weight into the hold. He tries to roll out of it, but Casino has the hold locked in. He sees the ropes and starts to pull himself towards them. He inches closer and closer. He almost has the bottom rope... But then Casino pulls him back towards the center of the ring! Kiebiech is right there to see if D! wants to tap out... D! shakes his head "NO". He starts to pull himself back towards the ropes. Casino tries to put more weight into the hold, but this time D! is able to grab the bottom rope. Kiebiech has to pull Casino off of D!. Casino does not want to break the hold, even after the threat of a disqualification. Kiebiech winds up entangled with Casino, who finally lets go. D! rolls over onto his knees, sees that Kiebiech is distracted... and nails a low blow! Casino doubles over, Kiebiech knows something shady happened, but can do nothing. D! pulls himself to his feet, and lands a forearm smash across Casino's back, then hooks the arms...

BANKRUPT!

Bankrupt (Version One at least) connects! Casino is planted into the mat! It took a lot out of D! to hit that move, and he has to crawl over to Casino to make the cover! He drapes an arm across Casino's chest!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Casino gets a foot on the bottom rope! A groan from the fans, who thought the match was over. D! pulls himself up with the ropes. Casino rolls over onto his stomach. D! limps over to Casino and starts to pull him up. He lifts him up for a body slam... no, he sets him up in the turnbuckles for the Tree of Woe! And now he goes to the outside. He grabs a chair from ringside, and tosses it into the ring! And now he tosses another chair into the ring! And one more! Kiebiech reminds him that this is not a street fight, and tosses the chairs outside the ring.. D! uses the distraction! He reaches under the ropes and wraps his arm around Casino's throat! He chokes him out as Kiebiech deals with the chairs!

BILL HEWSON: It's bad enough all the blood is rushing to his head, now he's getting strangled!

JACK JONES: Canada would have won more wrestling gold medals if they had used that move...

BILL HEWSON: Didn't that type of thing get you kicked out of amateur wrestling?

JACK JONES: That and an incident with an athletic supporter. I'll tell you about it sometime!

BILL HEWSON: No thanks!

Kiebiech turns around to see Casino still upside down, but the choking is done. D! is back in the ring, and he hits the ropes, and comes back with a dropkick to the face of Casino! Casino is jarred loose and slumps to the mat, and D! is starting to feel the momentum. He hauls Casino up... and he tries to lock Casino up for Bankrupt Version 2.0! Casino pushes him out of it! D! hits the ropes, and goes for a clothesline on Casino. Casino ducks and goes behind, and locks on a sleeper...

NYQUIL SPIKE!

Casino plays finisher stealer as well! But a lot has been taken out of him, and he's unable to capitalize immediately. He finally covers D!, hooking the leg!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE- D! kicks out! Casino looks shocked, even turning to see if Kiebiech made a mistake. But no mistake, D! survived his finishing move. Casino grabs D! by the hair and pulls him up, then delivers a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges for the pin! One.. two.. D! kicks out! Casino now going to the top rope, trying to finish D! once and for all. Flying elbow! He sails through the air...and hits nothing but mat, as D! rolled out of the way! Casino holds his arm in pain, and D! gets back up and drops an elbow across the chest of Casino. Then another. Casino tries to roll out of the ring, but D! stops him, and hauls him back up. He whips Casino into the ropes, Casino ducks a clothesline... Superkick! D! ducks that, slips behind Casino, locks on a sleeper, and goes for a NyQuil Spike of his own! Casino grabs the top rope, and Kiebiech tries to break up the hold! D! won't let go! But a mule kick from Casino breaks up the hold! D! doubles over, and Casino tries to lock on Bankrupt! ... D! pushes Casino into the ropes! He bounces back into a HUGE SPINEBUSTER! Casino driven into the mat, and D! covers!

One!

Two!

Casino barely gets the shoulder up! Casino hauled to his feet and sent into the corner turnbuckles! D! gets a head of steam and crashes in with a Stinger splash! Casino flattened! He falls out of the corner... D! goes behind, locks on the sleeper...

NYQUIL SPIKE CONNECTS!

Casino flattened, and D! covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

CASINO GETS A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

BILL HEWSON: I think everyone thought this match was over! D! does not look happy!

JACK JONES: You got that right!

D! is furious with Kiebiech, yelling obscenities at the referee. Casino takes the opportunity to weakly school boy D! for the cover! One.. two.. D! kicks out, then savagely kicks Casino in the head! He drags Casino up and plants him in the mat with a body slam, and now D! goes to the top rope! He lines Casino up and goes for a top rope elbow of his own!

And he misses too. D! rolls around on the mat in pain as Casino gets to his feet. He staggers over to the fallen D!, and locks the arms up for

BANKRUPT VERSION 2!! D! driven head first into the mat, and Casino knows it's over! He hooks the leg and Kiebiech counts!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE- D! GETS A SHOULDER UP!! Casino's eyes go wide as he realizes the match is not over! He gets in Kiebiech's face, yelling some harsh words at him, but then remembers how he caught D! earlier doing the same thing, and turns to his opponent. He pulls D! up for a slam... D! with a small package! Kiebiech counts!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Casino kicks out! D! rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He charges at Casino, who slips behind and tries to steal the NyQuil Spike again, only for D! to counter with a jaw jammer! Casino is stunned, and D! goes for another NyQuil Spike... Casino backs him hard into the corner, breaking the hold! D! stumbles forward... Into a superkick! Before D! goes down, Casino locks the arms again, and nails ANOTHER BANKRUPT 2! He covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... CHRIS CASINO!

The fans give the match a nice round of applause, regardless of their feelings for the participants. D! is slow to his feet. Casino is breathing heavy. But both men know they just put on a show. Casino steps forward. D! locks eyes with the man who beat him.

And Casino extends a hand. The fans go silent, as they did not expect this.

BILL HEWSON: D! already made peace with Ravager, will Casino be next?

D! takes in the situation. He looks to be reflecting on everything that's happened. he steps forward, and stretches his hand out...

But then flips Casino the bird, and walks out of the ring, to tremendous boos. And all Casino can do is smile. He asks for the mic, and the fans go silent again, as they wait to hear Casino's message.

CHRIS CASINO: A fight like that can change a man's perspective. It can make him question his past actions. And as I listen to your cheers, only one thing comes to mind.

You people are still the filthiest...

Yeah, the fans turn pretty quick, as he's drowned out with boos (and a few beer bottles). No matter, Chris Casino has defeated D!

Now, how long until their next match?

JACK JONES: And so after the Mall Santa calmed down and decided not to press charges, I lost my Christmas Spirit forever.

BILL HEWSON: Tragic yet pointless as usual. Speaking of tragic, up next will mark the end of the heated Jer$ey / Kryenik feud that has been fought over the last few months. It'll end in the confines of a no ropes barbed wire Gangsters paradise match!

JACK JONES: (hopeful) Do you still believe in Santa, Bill?

BILL HEWON: Ugh, let's go to the ring!

The capacity crowd in the Polish Hall are abuzz as the NAPW ring crew have finished taking down the ring ropes and putting up strands of razor-sharp barbed wire. The ring has been transformed into a brutal combat zone for the gladiators to enter! A huge pop roars through the building as two fifteen foot high ladders are brought down to ringside and placed outside of the ring. The "Golden Sweets" brass knuckles are being raised high above the ring as Frank Warburton takes the microphone.

FRANK WARBURTON: This next match is your Gangster's Paradise Match! In order to win this contest, the competitor who climbs to the top of the ladder and retrieves the "Golden Sweets" brass knuckles, uses them and scores the pinfall or submission will be declared the winner!

"Death of it All" by Rob Zombie blasts through the speakers and the crowd nearly tear the roof off the building with a monster pop!

FRANK WARBURTON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Windsor, Ontario and weighs in at two-hundred and thirty-eight pounds..."Sick" Billy Kryenik!

"Ill" Bill steps out from the back and surveys the ring before him. He's dressed in jeans, heavy work boots and an old Doomrider tee shirt. His hands are heavily taped up and a wicked grin is etched on his face. He starts to make his way slowly to ringside occasionally reaching out and high fiving a lucky fan.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, representing Dirty Money, he hails from...

Frank doesn't finish his introductions as from the back rushes Jer$ey who attacks the surprised Kryenik from behind! The two men immediately start to throw blows and the crowd is whipped into a frenzy as both men land hard shots to each other.

BILL HEWSON: Jer$ey wasn't going to wait to be introduced! He's ready to end this war with Kryenik right here and now!

Kryenik starts to get the upper hand on Jer$ey with his stinging right hands, that is until the Million Dolla Playa from Dirty Money jams a thumb into the eye of the former Doomrider! With Billy momentarily distracted, Jer$ey takes the opportunity to hurl his opponent over the guardrail and into the crowd! Security quickly backs away the fans as Je$ey climbs over the rail and greets Billy with a stiff right hand. A chop across the chest of Jer$ey from a pissed of Kryenik! Another chop seems to knock the wind out of the Dirty Money member! Kryenik is biting the forehead of Jer$ey! The fans are screaming and shoving each other as Billy is doing his best to leave his dental record on the forehead of Jer$ey! Jer$ey brings a knee up into the ribs of Kryenik and Billy drops to one knee. Jer$ey checks his forehead to see if he's bleeding (he's not) and then grabs a nearby chair. Billy is back to a standing position and gets a chair rammed into his gut for his trouble doubling him over!

BILL HEWSON: Jer$ey has beaten Kryenik before and he's looking to do it again tonight! He's got a tough road ahead of him though as this type of match is right up Billy's alley!

JACK JONES: I bet Kryenik is getting coal for Christmas.

BILL HEWSON: Just let it go, Jack.

Back to the action as Jer$ey cracks the chair across the back of Kryenik! Billy stumbles through the crowd with Jer$ey in pursuit. Billy picks up his own chair, spins around and swings it at Jer$ey. The two chairs crack against each other and fans dove for cover as the two men start a dangerous game of chair dueling. Again and again the chairs come together as each man tries to score with a shot. Billy fakes a headshot and Jer$ey never sees the chair that smacks into the side of his leg. Jer$ey drops his chair and Billy rears back and pops Jer$ey with a bone rattling shot across the cranium! Jer$ey staggers back and falls on his ass as Billy advances. Jer$ey reaches out and shoves a fan into Billy and quickly gets to his feet. Billy in turn shoves the fan out of the way and is taken to the floor by a shoulder tackle. Jer$ey rains down right hands to the head of Kryenik but the former Doomrider shoves him off.

Kryenik is trying to get to his feet but Jer$ey is landing kicks to the upper body of his hated rival. That is until Kryenik reaches out and grabs a handful of Jer$ey's jewels! Billy puts the squeeze on and Jer$ey howls in pain. The male fans around the duo look equally pained. With his free hand, Billy chops Jer$ey across the chest! Another chop! A third! A fourth chop lights up the chest of Jer$ey and Kryenik releases his grip on the family jewels. Jer$ey is slumped against the ring barricade for only a moment before he's taken up and over by a Kryenik clothesline! Fans pat the back of Billy as he scrambles over the railing and plants a boot to the head of Jer$ey while he's down. Billy picks up one of the folded ladders and readies himself as Jer$ey gets to his feet. He turns and gets sandwiched between the ringpost and the ladder thanks to a crazed looking Billy Kryenik!

BILL HEWSON: Well I know one thing Jer$ey will be asking for this Christmas!

JACK JONES: After seeing what Billy did to him in the crowd I'd say he's be asking for TWO things!

Billy hurls the ladder into the ring and stands over a dazed Jer$ey. Kryenik starts to pummel his man with hard jackhammer like right hands to the top of the head that leaves Jer$ey trying to cover up. Kryenik pulls Jer$ey to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring steps. At the last second Jer$ey somehow manages to reverse it and it's Billy who hits the stairs hard shoulder first! Jer$ey looks to be on rubber legs but it doesn't stop him from carefully sliding into the ring under the barbed wire. Jer$ey picks up the ladder and sets it up while on the outside Billy is struggling to get up. Jer$ey starts to slowly climb the ladder as Billy throws back the ring apron and pulls out a trashcan full of plunder. Billy chucks the weapon filled trashcan into the ring and carefully slides in after it.

Billy grabs the trashcan, upturns it, spilling out its violence and then turns to attack Jer$ey. Only Jer$ey had the same idea as he has been waiting for the right moment and leaps off the ladder connecting with a sloppy dropkick into the trashcan knocking it back into the face of Kryenik! Jer$ey pulls a dazed Kryenik to his feet and slams him onto the trashcan flattening it! "You ain't shit!" Jer$ey screams at Billy. Jer$ey turns his attention away from Billy, goes back to the ladder and folds it up. He then rests it against a far corner and goes back to retrieve Billy who is on his knees. As Jer$ey reaches for him, Billy grabs a handful of jeans and yanks the man into the barbed wire! The crowd groans and Jer$ey's eyes are the size of dinner plates as he finds himself tangled in the wire! Billy scoops a kendo stick off of the mat and turns his attention to Jer$ey.

BILL HEWSON: Jer$ey is the first one to taste the barbed wire and it looks as if it doesn't agree with him!

JACK JONES: Careful for what you ask for! That's something my Aunt Bob used to say!

Before Jer$ey can pull himself off the barbed wire he's cracked across the back by the kendo stick! Another shot! A third from Billy! Jer$ey rips himself free of the barbed wire and we can see blood streaming down both of his inner arms and across his sternum. Another shot from the kendo stick, this one to the skull of Jer$ey! Billy looks possessed as he stalks the wounded man. Billy waits patiently for Jer$ey to get to his feet and then inexplicably tosses him the kendo stick! Jer$ey looks confused as he catches it and never sees Billy swinging his leg up kicking him between the uprights!

JACK JONES: Oh Geez! Not again!

BILL HEWSON: I guess Jer$ey won't have to worry about having kids anytime soon.

Billy picks a computer keyboard off the mat and smacks it across the back of Jer$ey's head sending plastic keys flying out into the crowd like tic tacs! Billy grabs a handful of hair and drags Jer$ey towards the barbed wire and shoves his forehead into the unforgiving mesh. Jer$ey screams as Billy rakes his face back and forth across the wire opening him up. Billy steps away from Jer$ey and looks down on the man whose face is now covered in blood. Billy stalks his way over to the ladder propped up in the corner and drags it to the center of the ring where he sets it up and begins to climb. The crowd is at a frenzy as Billy is at the halfway mark and Jer$ey is still laying on the mat with blood flowing like water from his forehead. Billy is almost at the top and he reaches up for the "Golden Sweets" when suddenly Jer$ey gets to his feet and rushes the ladder hitting it with a shoulder tackle! Billy topples from nearly ten feet in the air and lands with his right arm entangled in the barbed wire!

The crowd groans as Billy writhes in agony, his arm is slick with blood and he adds another cut to it by trying to free himself. Jer$ey doesn't waste a minute as he pummels the head of Billy with stiff right hands. Jer$ey turns away from Billy, takes the ladder that's laying on the mat and picks it up. Billy is on his feet trying to free his arm when Jer$ey slams the ladder into the side of his head. Jer$ey takes the ladder and drops it in the center of the ring and walks over to Billy. With a tug he helps free Kryenik and drags him towards the ladder. Billy's right arm looks like hamburger meat and he's leaving bloody hand prints on the canvas. Jer$ey pulls Bill to his feet and hooks the right arm nailing a DDT onto the ladder. Billy rolls away from the ladder clutching at his mangled arm and Jer$ey smiles through the blood covering his face.

BILL HEWSON: This match is going to take years off of these mens careers!

JACK JONES: Maybe, but Jer$ey is showing why he was recruited by Dirty Money. He's a tough bastard!

Jer$ey slips out of the ring, grabs the other ladder and tosses it back into the squared circle. Billy is getting to his feet as Jer$ey slides into the ring and picks up the new ladder. Kryenik turns and gets a shot to the skull from the ladder wielding Jer$ey! Jer$ey tosses the ladder to the mat and grabs Billy's mangled arm. He shoves it against the barbed wire and starts to rake it across the wire adding even more damage to the limb. A rake to the face from Kryenik stops Jer$ey and the former Doomrider looks down at his dangling arm. Before Jer$ey knows what hits him, Kryenik hits a one handed bulldog onto one of the ladders laying on the mat! Jer$ey rolls across the canvas holding his face as Billy rolls out of the ring.

BILL HEWSON: Where's Billy going?

JACK JONES: Probably to get a blood transfusion.

Billy reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a table which leads to a gi-normous pop from the crowd. Billy slides in the table but he isn't finished. He pulls a second table out from under the ring and slides that table inside as well. A "We Want tables" chant echoes though the building as Kryenik drags himself into the ring. Jer$ey is on his feet but walks right into a scoop slam onto one of the ladders from Billy! Kryenik takes a table and sets it up mere the center of the ring. He looks over at Jer$ey who isn't moving and grabs the second table, setting this one up on top of the other to form a double decker! Billy kicks one of the ladders out of the ring and sets the remaining ladder up directly underneath the "Golden Sweets!"

Billy starts to climb to the top and the crowd is urging him on with every tortured step. Jer$ey has started to stir and he too start to crawl his way up the ladder! It's now a race as each man tries to get to the top first. Billy reaches the summit first and raises his one good arm to grab the brass knucks! Jer$ey isn't going to make it! With a roar from the crowd, Billy pulls down the "Golden Sweets" and slips them onto his hand! In desperation Jer$ey throws a punch between the rungs of the ladder that catches Billy low! Jer$ey takes a step up on the ladder, grabs Billy's head and slams it against the top rung of the ladder. With a shove Billy is sent sailing off of the ladder and through the two tables he himself set up! Billy explodes through the tables and the NAPW faithful unleash a loud a raucous "Holy Shit!" chant! Jer$ey looks down at Billy who is covered in table debris then grins at the audience though his crimson mask.

BILL HEWSON: Billy got the Brass Knuckles first but I don't think he's going to be able to use them now! What a fall!

JACK JONES: What was he even thinking of when he set up those tables? Oh hey look! Jer$ey is pulling something out of his jeans!

BILL HEWSON: Ugh.

Indeed Jer$ey is searching for something in down the front of his jeans and he quickly finds it. He pulls out his hand and we all see that he's sporting Platinum Knuckles! The crowd starts to boo heavily as Jer$ey slowly makes his way down the ladder. At the bottom, Jer$ey grabs an arm of Billy Kryenik and pulls him free from the destruction of the tables. With considerable effort, Jer$ey pulls Billy upright and smiles just as he takes a swing with his Platinum Knuckles! Billy ducks as if he were a prize fighter and catches a shocked Jer$ey with an uppercut that snaps his head back!

BILL HEWSON: Billy was playing possum! I don't know how he's even conscious after that fall but he was laying in wait for Jer$ey!

Speaking of Jer$ey, his eyes have a glassed over look to them and his legs are threatening to give out. Billy measures him and tattoos him between the eyes with the "Sweet Treats!" Jer$ey crumples to the mat and Billy covers him!

One!

Two!

Billy pulls Jer$ey off the mat breaking the count! Kryenik has a wild look in his eyes as he drags Jer$ey to his feet. The Dry Lake from Billy Kryenik! Jer$ey is motionless on the mat and again Billy covers him.

One!

Two!

Again Billy pulls off his man! Billy pulls off the "Golden Sweets" tosses them out to the ringside fans (who fight over them of course) and reaches into his work boot. Like a magician he pulls put a small pair of wire cutters and crawls over to the barbed wire. With a few quick snips Billy has a length of barbed wire about 18 inches long. Jer$ey is still motionless and Billy wraps the barbed wire around Jer$ey's throat, hooks both arms, and locks on the BRANCH BREAKER 2! Cattle Mutilation indeed! The referee takes one look at Jer$ey, unable to defend himself, and stops the match!

BILL HEWSON: It's over! Billy Kryenik has avenged his earlier loss to Jer$ey and ended this war once and for all.

JACK JONES: Yeah and all he had to do was kill him.

The referee is pleading for Billy to release the hold but Kryenik simply smiles at him. The referee threatens to reverse the call and award the match to Jer$ey. Still no stopping Billy as he cranks back on the hold, barbed wire digging into the neck of Jer$ey! The referee starts a count and at four and three-quarters Billy releases the hold! The referee admonishes Kryenik but he is simply ignored as the former Doomrider looks at the beaten and bloody Jer$ey.

FRANK WARBURTON: Winner of this match, "Sick" Billy Kryenik!

Billy gets to his feet, cradles his shredded arm and leaves the ring to a standing ovation.

BILL HEWSON: What a brutal fight. I think Billy was sending a message to everyone in NAPW with that win.

JACK JONES: Yeah, don't let Kryenik around sharp objects is the message!

JACK JONES: Of course by that point, the whole place was covered in grape Jell-O and creamed corn.

BILL HEWSON: First of all, I'm never coming to any Bar Mitzvah you host. Second of all, you're not even Jewish!

JACK JONES: My great-great-great-great aunt's second husband was Jewish!

BILL HEWSON: Yeah, but... you know what? Never mind. Just... never mind. We have seen all kinds of matches tonight fans, but now it is time for the main event. It is a Last Man Standing contest for the NAPW World Title, and it may very well be the last match "The Show" Chad Kurtis wrestles in NAPW. Let's go to Frank!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is the LAST MAN STANDING match for the NAPW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent until he cannot answer the ten count! Now, introducing the challenger...

"Guess who's back?"

The crowd looks to the curtain, getting to their feet as one as the guitar riff plays out...

Hit it.

"THEY SAY I'M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN'T BRAGGING MOTHERFUCKER IF YA BACK IT UP!"

FRANK WARBURTON: Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds! He is a two-time NAPW Tag Team Champion and the last NAPW Television Champion! Fighting out of Paducah Kentucky, this is... "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS!

"The Show" walks slowly to the ring, peering out from beneath his hood. He slaps some hands, because "The Show" is always there for the fans, but it's clear that Chad Kurtis is focused tonight on one thing and one thing alone. Chad leaps up to the ring apron and slingshots into the ring, landing on his feet. The hood is thrown back as Chad hits the turnbuckle, arms outstretched!

JACK JONES: Yeah, take a good long look around, Kurtis! That's the LAST time you'll be seeing the Polish Hall!

BILL HEWSON: "The Show" Chad Kurtis one of the best wrestlers never to hold the NAPW World Championship, and yet, he's never been truly BEATEN in a world championship match this year! "The Show" has drawn, he has been involved in triple-threats but NOT pinned. These circumstances led "The Show" to make a vow to win the World Title before the end of 2008... or he would leave NAPW!

JACK JONES: Spin it however you want, but "The Show" couldn't WIN those World Title matches. And if you don't win, then you're not a winner!

BILL HEWSON: We know "The Show" is quick to boast, and perhaps it was a vow made in the heat of the moment that any other man would regret. But not Chad Kurtis! We know his honor will see him keep that vow, but that's ONLY if he can't win the title tonight. And many say that he has the champion's number. Krusty Kid Paul has never pinned "The Show" in singles or tag encounters!

JACK JONES: Yeah? Well tonight KKP doesn't even have to pin "The Show," he just has to put him down for the ten-count. There's no disqualification, there's no count-outs... how exactly does this put "The Show" at an advantage?

BILL HEWSON: There is nobody more resilient in NAPW, Jones, nobody.

"The Show" is waiting in the ring, waiting and ready...

"DRESS LIKE A TARGET!"

The crowd turns on a dime from "YAY" to "WE HATE YOU, ASSHOLE." The torrent of boos rains down as the gutterpunk himself comes out, World Title belt strapped around his ragged shorts... hateful eyes staring towards the ring.

Towards "The Show."

FRANK WARBURTON: And now... he weighed in today at two-hundred and forty pounds. He is a former NAPW Tag Team Champion and is your REIGNING, and DEFENDING NAPW WORLD CHAMPION... fighting out of Kitchener Ontario, this is... KRUSTY KID PAUL!

KKP looks out over the crowd, his mohawk standing tall and sharp in the air. "The Show" wants KKP in the ring, but the champion is willing to take his time, and make "The Show" wait...

BILL HEWSON: Perhaps one of the biggest success stories of 2008... whether you love him or hate him, and most of these fans hate him, Krusty Kid Paul has proven to be one of the most dominant NAPW champions in our three-year plus history! If he wins tonight, he ties Donovan Astros, Bruce "The Beast" Richards, "LDK" Lloyd Rees for five straight title defenses, and he's done it against some stiff competition!

JACK JONES: You're damn right he has! KKP's beaten the likes of D!, Stone Zellor, Billy Kryenik and "LDK" himself to keep the belt, even though nobody except his Dirty Money friends (and me of course) believed he could do it.

BILL HEWSON: Krusty Kid Paul has come a long way, but it could all end tonight --- and "The Show" isn't waiting any longer! We've got a brawl on the floor, here we go!

"THE SHOW!" KKP! Challenger and champ are throwing fisticuffs in the aisle! KKP rakes Chad's eyes, but Chad no-sells it and rocks KKP with a right hand! His back against the railing, KKP has nowhere to go when Kurtis levels him with a huge clothesline, dumping him over the guardrail and into the fans. The Show leaps up as referee Dick Kiebiech runs down --- this is a Last Man Standing match, it don't matter WHERE the last man is standing in the building! DIVE OFF THE GUARDRAIL! THE SHOW PEPPERING KKP'S FOREHEAD WITH RIGHT HANDS! He gets off and yells, the fans responding. Chad comes in --- KKP with the tip of a chair to the breadbasket! They're not wasting anytime here, The Show is doubled over and

WHAM!

The champion brings the steel chair right down across Chad's back! KKP finally unstraps the NAPW title belt, holding it in Chad's face. "YOU WILL NEVER (BLEEP) HAVE THIS? YOU PIECE OF SHIT, YOU WILL NEVER HAVE IT ---*" CHAD GOES NUTS ON PAUL! KKP just fired Chad up, and The Show rocks KKP down with a right hand! Chad picks up a discarded chair, gives it an approving nod, and then SMASHES PAUL IN THE FACE AS HE TURNS AROUND! Chad raises the chair up high as the crowd chants "SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!" Paul is down, and he is BUSTED WIDE OPEN! Kiebiech begins a count but Paul, dazed and bloody, is up relatively quickly. "The Show" gives him a shot, KKP stumbling through the crowd towards the ring. He shoves fans out of the way, security trying desperately to keep space between the wrestlers and the fans, making it to the guardrail. He tries to climb over, but The Show nails him across the back! KKP has one leg over the guardrail, The Show hooks him up somehow...

BACK SUPLEX ONTO THE CONCRETE!

"The Show" kips up and tells Kiebiech to count!

BILL HEWSON: They haven't even hit the ring yet and already the damage is insane! Krusty Kid Paul said "The Show" may need to kill him to win here tonight, and it looks like these two men are willing to do just that to each other!

JACK JONES: It ain't over yet, "The Show" can't possibly put KKP down for a ten-count this quickly in the match!

KKP is up, and "The Show" dumps over the guardrail. They're at the ringside area now, "The Show" coming on relentlessly, like a Kentucky Terminator. KKP tries to walk away, "The Show" nails him again. KKP wants... a time out? He's asking for a time out, he wants "The Show" to give him a minute to get it together. The fans boo, distrusting the Krusty One's intentions...

So does The Show! Running knee! KKP is seated against the guardrail, THE SHOW CHARGES! FLIPPING SENTON INTO KKP! Putting his own body on the line, but KKP got creamed there. "The Show" tells the announcers to MOVE. He picks KKP up before Kiebiech can start a ten-count, what's he doing? "The Show" rolls KKP on top of the announce table, SETTING HIS MAN UP! CK FINALE?!

PAUL BACKDROPS THE SHOW! Chad lands on his feet, both men still on the table, it's wobbling precariously, Show grabs KKP ---

SNAP!

K-CUTTER THROUGH THE TABLE!

BILL HEWSON: Good Lord! The champion with the move he used to beat D!, the K-Cutter! He can seemingly it out of ANYWHERE, The Show had no chance to counter! Both men are down, the table in splinters, can you hear me Jack? Are you still on?

JACK JONES: I really HATE when this happens! Now everybody can see my pants!

BILL HEWSON: Um... yes... Kiebiech is counting, both men are down!

Tricky Dick is up to four, KKP pulls himself to his feet. "The Show's" face smashed right into the table then into the concrete, just a brutal delivery of the K-Cutter. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! "The Show" is to his feet! Krusty Kid Paul picks up the ring bell ---

DING!

JACK JONES: GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!

BILL HEWSON: A vile blow with the ring bell from the World's Champion, Krusty Kid Paul, and "The Show" is down once again!

KKP yells at Kiebiech to "(BLEEP) COUNT!" "The Show" is face-down on the concrete. ONE! TWO! THREE! Chad rolls over, moaning, and red is streaming down his forehead! He too has been BUSTED WIDE OPEN! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Chad is pulling himself up! SEVEN! He makes it! KKP immediately comes in and throws a right hand at Chad, then bundles his man into the ring.

A sick knee smash puts Chad down, but KKP doesn't wait for a count, he goes down and chokes his man out! There's not much the referee can do about it, there is no disqualification and no count-out in this Last Man Standing contest. No pinfalls, no submissions, just beat your opponent incapacitated. KKP gets off, looking out at the fans. He flips them the finger, drawing even more boos, then gets some distance. "The Show" is back to his feet... Paul drops him with a running DDT! The champ drops a big leg drop and then wants a count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Chad is getting up, he's up before six! Paul slugs him, forcing Chad into the corner. BOOT CHOKE! And those are damn heavy work boots Paul wears, not proper wrestling boots. He gets off, he can't win the match, but he sure can do some damage to Chad. Paul scoops "The Show" up, TREE OF WOE! That can only mean one thing. Paul grabs an arm and drops halfway through the ropes. CRACK ROCK STEADY!

BILL HEWSON: Again, KKP can't win the match with a submission move...

JACK JONES: Yeah, but it's BRILLIANT! The referee also can't call a break in this kind of match! Paul can hold onto the CRACK ROCK STEADY as long as he wants! He can make "The Show" pass out from the pain, and let it do it's job!

BILL HEWSON: You may be right, Jack Attack!

Paul is straining on the arm, "The Show" yelling in pain. But he can't do anything, trapped in the Tree of Woe, no rope breaks, referee can do NOTHING. Paul wrenches back, back, usually this hold will be forced broken. Finally, Chad's free arm dangles limply, his eyes rolling back in his head. Krusty Kid Paul releases the hold, and violently frees Chad's feet. Kurtis is down and out in the corner, face down, not moving. Paul gets in the ring, opposite corner, and takes a seat on the turnbuckle. Kiebiech begins counting...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Chad ain't moving.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

KKP yells "It's over, bitches!"

EIGHT!

SHOW IS STIRRING! HE REACHES OUT AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

NIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

AND PULLS HIMSELF UP IN THE NICK OF TIME!

BILL HEWSON: The most RESILIENT competitor in NAPW history, bar NONE! I don't know how The Show was able to revive, but he did so in dramatic fashion!

JACK JONES: Always a drama queen. But don't think KKP is going to give him anytime to recover!

BILL HEWSON: The champion isn't known for showing "mercy."

"The Show" is barely up, is he even fully conscious? He dangles from the top rope as an irate KKP gets off the opposite turnbuckle and storms in. He shoves Chad in the corner, choking him with both hands, screaming spittle in his face.

With that, Paul puts Chad on the top rope. He climbs up himself, cinching his arms around Chad's waist.

JACK JONES: This is going to be ALL, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: A powerbomb from the top rope, my God! It can't be! KKP WITH THE SUPERBOMB REVERSAL! REVERSAL! REVERSALLLLLL!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

BILL HEWSON: THE SHOW WITH A HURICANRANA IN MID-AIR, HOW DID HE DO IT!

JACK JONES: The champ's not down for long!

BILL HEWSON: Krusty Kid Paul grabs Chad around the waist, BOTTLE OPENER coming up --- NO! COUNTERED --- STARMAKER! BACKDROP DRIVER DANGEROUSSSSS!

And the crowd.

GOES.

WILD.

Both men are down! "The Show" looks spent, Krusty Kid Paul dropped sickeningly right on his head from the Backdrop Driver! Kiebiech has to start the count on both men!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

KKP is stirring... "The Show" is still prone!

SIX!

SEVEN!

KKP is getting up. He claws his way to his feet, and looks down at "The Show" with utter hatred in his eyes.

EIGHT!

That was all "The Show" had left!

NINE!

...

NIP UP!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL! ... AGAIN!

BILL HEWSON: "THE SHOW" KIPS UP! KRUSTY KID PAUL CANNOT BELIEVE IT! "THE SHOW" WILL NOT DIE!

KKP throws a right hand, Chad blocks, NAILS ON! KKP fires again, BLOCKED! CHAD WITH A RIGHT HAND! AND NOW ANOTHER! ANOTHER! "THE SHOW" WITH A FLURRY OF RIGHTS OH! Thumbe to the eye by KKP cuts him off. Irish whip now, "The Show" EXPLODES OFF THE ROPES WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS! RIGHTRIGHTRIGHTRIGHTRIGHT! POUNDING AWAY as the crowd have gone beyond exploding... THEY'RE MOLTEN! "The Show" gets off of KKP, and yells... LET'S DO THIS! He leaps to the top rope, TURNS in mid-air, and delivers the PRIME TIME SPLASH onto Krusty Kid Paul! KKP clutches his chest and turns over, "The Show" crouching in the corner! KKP somehow getting to his feet...

CRACK!

SUPERKICK MOTHER(BLEEP)ER!

KKP's eyes roll back in his head, he spits a giant loogie in the air, and then falls down like a tree crashing. He sprawls on the canvas spread-eagled as "The Show" almost collapses in the corner but holds himself up. The crowd is feeling it as Kiebiech begins the count on the champion!

Krusty Kid Paul is not stirring!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Wait, a sign of life! BUT WILL HE BE IN TIME? THE SHOW SECONDS AWAY FROM THE WORLD TITLE!

SEVEN!

KKP is not there!

EIGHT!

TO ONE KNEE!

NINE!

...

PAUL LUNGES TO HIS FEET WITH THE TOP ROPE IN HIS HANDS! Just barely avoids losing his belt!

JACK JONES: It's not over yet OH NO!

BILL HEWSON: KKP got up, but all he's gotten himslf is a CK FINALE --- WAIT A MINUTE! IT'S SUZY SCUM! KKP's PARAMOUR! GET HER OUT OF THE RING, CHAD WITH KKP IN POSITION FOR THE CK FINALE --- SUZY SCUM JUST LEAPT ONTO HIS BACK!

Suzy Scum not afraid of anybody, man or woman, latches onto Chad's neck, on his back, as Show has KKP in position to deliver the CK FINALE! Chad reaches up with one arm, trying to get Scum off of his back! Chad leans forward, managing to dump Scum off of him! She turns around and tries to slap him --- Chad hooks her with his free arm! What the --- WHAT THE ---

CK FINALE!

INVERTED C4! ON SUZY SCUM!

UNBELIEVABLE!

BILL HEWSON: THE INNOVATOR OF OFFENSE! I don't know how he did it but The Show just nailed both Krusty and Scum with two different moves, one the CK FINALE! And that... COULD THAT BE ALL!

JACK JONES: I can't believe he did that to a WOMAN!

BILL HEWSON: Suzy Scum sealed her own fate when she stepped into the ring and attacked "The Show!"

Kiebiech is checking on Scum, but only for a second, as he begins to count the champion down once again! The crowd is feeling it, going absolutely crazy!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BILL HEWSON: Nobody has ever kicked out of the CK Finale!

JACK JONES: This is a lot longer than a three-second cover, maybe, just maybe KKP can do it!

BILL HEWSON: When the CK Finale puts you down, you STAY down!

KKP isn't moving, but Suzy Scum is.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Scum crawls over to KKP... wait a minute!

EIGHT!

She puts KKP's arm under hers and struggles to HER feet...

NINE!

And... GETS THE CHAMPION UP BEFORE TEN!

BILL HEWSON: COME ON! Get her out of the ring, Kiebiech! Suzy Scum just saved the title for her man!

JACK JONES: Hey, it's no disqualification! Besides, KKP was going to get up on his own power, Suzy is just a sweetheart!

BILL HEWSON: And now "The Show" is furious! He's got Suzy Scum, Chad, don't do it! Don't punch her out, even though --- No! Chad has HONOR, he has respect! A wrestling move is one thing, but he won't punch a woman with no defenses. He has a world champion to beat --- NO! DAMMIT! DAMMIT --- NO!

JACK JONES: HAHAHA! IT'S OVER!

What just happened, you asked? Suzy Scum pleaded, begged Chad not to hit her, Chad, the gentleman, the true man, turns around to focus on KKP.

LOW BLOW.

And then ---

K-CUTTER!

KKP is still down as well, Suzy helping him up, KKP still reeling from that CK Finale. But now "The Show" is down, driven face-first into the canvas by the K-Cutter.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

KKP is up to his feet thanks to Suzy Scum...

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Chad is reaching for the ropes, can he make it?

NINE!

He's only on one knee, he has to be up on both FEET...

TEEEEEENNNOOOOO!

"The Show" just barely gets to his feet! KKP can't believe it! Suzy Scum rolls out of the ring and tosses him the world title belt, which was brought to ringside from the crowd earlier. She tosses it to KKP!

Chad stands up straight, facing KKP, Paul brandishing the title belt!

WHAM!

BELT SHOT RIGHT TO THE FACE! Paul throws the title down, slumps into the corner, and the referee counts again. The crowd deflates, "The Show" has taken too much punishment...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!

JACK JONES: HOW? HOW? HOW?

BILL HEWSON: "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS IS UP ONCE AGAIN!

And KKP is absolutely furious! He tackles "The Show" down, punching him in the face repeatedly, screaming with each blow.

"WHY!"

"WON'T!"

"YOU!"

"DIE!"

KKP gets off of "The Show," and says that it's going to be over. He yells to Scum... "THROW ME A (BLEEP)IN' CHAIR!" Suzy sails one into the ring and KKP sets it up, opens it up, in the center of the ring. He picks "The Show" up, and sticks his head between his legs.

BILL HEWSON: The champion looking for the Krusty Bomb onto that open chair, that would have to be all --- even for "The Show!"

JACK JONES: Say goodnight, Chad!

KKP hoists "The Show" up --- "The Show" flips out! He manages to land on his feet, hooking KKP with a REVERSE STO into the canvas! KKP is down! "The Show" looks at him, he sees his opening! He leaps up to the turnbuckle, the crowd yelling a word with every bounce!

"BEST!"

"MOONSAULT!"

"EVER---"

SUZY SCUM SHOVES CHAD'S FEET OFF THE TOP ROPE! Chad's momentum is screwed up, but SOMEHOW HE LANDS ON HIS FEET! Scum is open-mouthed in shock as "The Show" turns around --- K-CUTTER!

THROUGH THE OPEN CHAIR!

KKP rolls away from the wreckage, pulling himself up in the corner, blood covering his face and shirt... and the referee has no choice but to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

THE SHOW IS STIRRING!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

HE'S ALMOST UP!

NINE!

...

And "The Show" collapses back to the canvas.

...

...

TEN.

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is the winner of the Last Man Standing match... and STILL NAPW World Champion... KRUSTY KID PAUL.

The crowd is silent, their hearts ripped out. KKP takes the belt and holds it up high, Suzy Scum joining him in the ring, NAPW's most deadly duo revelling in their victory! KKP is in a lot of pain though, and cuts the celebration short to exit the ring, Suzy helping him walk to the back. KKP curses at angry fans up the aisle as "The Show" lays still in the ring.

KKP and Scum disappear through the curtain, KKP holding the title belt high one more time. And then the crowd, quiet, disbelieving, focuses on the one man in the ring. The man somehow getting to his feet, holding his neck, covered in blood, every part of his body displaying pain.

Physical pain...

and emotional pain.

The crowd begins to clap. "The Show," however, asks for the microphone. He quiets the crowd down.

"THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS: Well... ugh. Fans "The Show" is a lot of damn things, "The Show" Chad Kurtis is the True PTPer! ... The Last "Action!" Hero! The Innovator of Offense! And he is damn sure "The Show," but there is one thing "The Show" is above all else. He's a man of his damn word!

I been in NAPW for over two years now and it's been a wild ride, but earlier this year, "The Show" made a promise, he made a vow! That if "The Show" didn't win the NAPW World Championship by the end of 2008 he would leave NAPW for good, and well, like I say, "The Show" is a lot of things but "The Show" is a man of his word. All you fans know that "THE SHOW" came out every night and put it all on the line and gave 110% and all the other cliches, well they're not cliches with "THE SHOW" they're just the damn truth!

"The Show" ain't gonna say goodbye, because "The Show" ain't never gonna forget you fans! If this is the end, I never backed down, never gave up, never let the odds worry me! All I got to say is, for the last time, I AM "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS...

The moment hangs in the air for a moment.

"AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE!"

"The Show" hands the microphone over to Frank as the crowd begins to chant, they begin to clap, they begin to loudly show their love, their appreciation, their loyalty.

"WE WILL MISS YOU!

WE WILL MISS YOU!

WE WILL MISS YOU!"

No music plays. The crowd continues to chant as he takes the longest walk of his career down the aisle.

"WE WILL MISS YOU! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!"
"WE WILL MISS YOU! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!"
"WE WILL MISS YOU! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!"
"WE WILL MISS YOU! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!"

Just before heading through the curtain, "The Show" turns around once more. He raises one hand up high, pointing towards the ceiling, the lights, the sky beyond.

"WE WILL MISS YOU! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP!"

And then, he is gone.