Dark Match Results
-In a long-simmering grudge match, Justin Case got the better of Danny Chaos thanks to the interference of Case's associate Hugh Aredone. Despite showing ring rust, Chaos rebounded from the assault of "The Millenium Game" and had his opponent on the ropes. A low blow from TMG drew the ire of referee Anthony Uruburu... and while Case argued with the referee, Aredone smashed his cane over Chaos' head, allowing Case to hit "Just 2 Talented" for the one-two-three!-In other dark match action, NAPW veteran Jake Phoenix squared off against Jay O'Brien. O'Brien, who had a cup of coffee in NAPW back in 2007, proved game against the "Murder City Devil," but Phoenix withstood an early flurry to take control. With O'Brien set-up for the chokeslam, however, Kenny Krenshov blindsided Phoenix with a big boot --- then turned his sights on former partner O'Brien, demolishing him with a Total Eclipse. An enraged Phoenix brawled with Krenshov on floor. Shockingly, Krenshov got the better of Phoenix --- and powerbombed the near-three hundred pounder through the ringside announce table! Krenshov left to a chorus of boos, with Phoenix left laying in the rubble!
The cameras open on a ring full of men. Not just any men, but Zouave and his thrall. The NEW NAPW World Champion, Jeffery Roberts, is perched upon a top turnbuckle. The Freak Show, with their tag title straps, surround the clown on both sides, while the newest NAPW color commentator, Liam Shepherd, stands near the bulbous and sweaty ring announcer, Trenton Oswald. Joey Malone stands off, away from everyone else, dressed as a monochrome clown and not wearing a single emotion on his face. There are boos from the crowd but most of them are silently curious of why these men are all in the ring together.
TRENTON OSWALD: Ladies and gentlemen, give a big round of applause to the NAPW Tag Team Champions, The FREEEAK SHOOOW (BOOOOO!). The NEW NAPW World hampion, JEEEFFFERY ROOOOOBERTS(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)! And one of the finest men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, ZOOOUAVE(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)!
Trenton hands the microphone off to the leather jacket wearing Liam Shepherd.
LIAM SHEPHERD: Today my main man Z brings us together to address you, the masses. Now, Z, there's been a lot of confusion. People around here are butthurt that you're shaking things up. Is there any like, insight you can give to these people?
Liam holds the microphone to Zouave's lips. The man spattered in off-white makeup speaks in a cringe-worthy voice of highs and lows.
ZOUAVE: INsight? Yes. Yes, of course. My purpose here is to shake.things.up. Chaos. I am chaos. See there's a lot of freedom behind that ideal. That word. That action.
LIAM SHEPHERD: Yeah man, the freedom. Rock and f'n roll!
ZOUAVE: Eggs-actly, Liam. Now that's my purpose, but my intent, well. It's to put on the GREATEST SHOW that any of YOU have ever seen. A day in the future, maybe sooner than I can expect, it will happen. You will be BLOWN away with the things you see, this I promise. But for that to happen, things must change. War-button was a bore. Trenton is a MA-ssive man who gets the idea of presentation. There were no hard feelings, at lest from .me. Joey's father, WAHOOOOO Winchell and I decided to just let War-button go. And Liam. I have no qualms with William Hewson or Jake ATTACK Jones. But Liam you make them better. You are the color in the commentary.
LIAM SHEPHERD: Thank you brother.
ZOUAVE: Now there are persons who aren't con-tent with my decisions. William Hewson walked off last week, on air. I hope he returns, but he must re.a.lize. that I'm putting certain things in place to put on my intended show. But I'm setting these things up with chaos because that is my puurpose. It's a plan with.out a plan. I'm tossing the dominos on the ground and HOping that they will all -fall- down in perfect order with the touch of my littler finger. It's a tough thing to do. ImPossible some would say.
LIAM SHEPHERD: That's deep man, real deep.
ZOUAVE: Yesyes. Deep. But to show my generosity and good faith, so that you all don't -think- of me as some MONstrosity, I want to give you all a tiny treat. On June fifteenth, of twenty-TEN. It's a match. A match that has NEVER happened. Everyone wants to see it. For the FIRST TIME EVAR, Jake Phoenix will face... Kenny KRENSHOV!
A sizable pop erupts from the crowd. Zouave grins and nods.
LIAM SHEPHERD: That sounds sick, I think they like it. Now with all of that out of the way, let's not forget that we have a new NAPW World Champion. (BOO!) Do you got anything to say to these people, champ?
Liam walks over to the corner and hands the microphone to Roberts. All eyes on Jeffrey Roberts now as he still sits up on the top turnbuckle, the NAPW World Title over one shoulder.
JEFFREY ROBERTS: You know... I have to say... from the very beginning... from the beginning until now, from now and into the future, I never cease to be amazed at the magnificently infinite number of possibilities in life. All along, all I've ever promised anyone, all I've ever claimed to be interested was the practice of complete and utter anarchy.
That... is why Zouave... as a person, isn't even the important thing right now.
That... is why it is more of a philosophy that throws everything you've all known into a maddening swirl of colors, lights and change. It's a mindset that anything can and will happen at any time. It's a manner of speech, a manner of action, ways to make 'the greatest show on Earth' more than a bunch of elephants standing on each others' backs, more than poodles on bouncy balls, more than tigers kept in check by a smallish moustachioed man.
It's this essence... this chaos... that I've always been about. What in the world then, makes me sit in a ring with these men instead of slicing them up from head to toe?
For everything there is a reason. For right now, I am your NAPW World Champion...
BOO!
JEFFREY ROBERTS: The process of turning New Alberta into a show unlike any you've seen is only beginning. There's so much more in store - so much more to do.
Jefferey Roberts hands the microphone back to Liam.
LIAM SHEPHERD: That was absolutely beautiful man. Now on with this mother f'n show!
NEW & IMPROVED D-X vs O'CONNOR BOYS
No team represents the early glory of NAPW's tag division better than Stylin' Kyle Roberts & Bruce "The Beast" Richards, The New & Improved D-X. And no team has been as prominent and successful over the past two years as Sean & Seamus, the O'Connor Boys. In the battle between tag team greatness past & present, however, it was the five-time champions taking home the victory.
In the early going, the O'Connors could not find an answer for the sheer power and intensity of The Beast. Sean fell victim to a Cobra Clutch Bomb, narrowly kicking out before three, while Seamus suffered the double-team attack of a Beast back suplex into a Stylin' Kyle backbreaker! D-X kept Sean from making the tag into his brother, wearing the Boston-born O'Connor down. The early advantage caused Stylin' Kyle Roberts to let his guard down. The 'hairoggance' of SKR almost cost his team the match as Sean caught him with a sudden schoolboy for a near-fall. The O'Connors then took over using quick tags and double-teams to isolate the Stylin' one. The Beast entered the ring on several occasions to break up pinfalls, only for the referee to force him back.
A desperation counter from Roberts turned the tide, as SKR caught a springboarding Seamus in mid-air and slapped on the Bear-Tamer! Seamus was able to make the ropes, but a double clothesline put both men to the mat for a referee's count. Seamus tagged in his brother, but Kyle was able to make the tag. The Beast was the proverbial house of fire, taking down both O'Connors, and even suplexing BOTH OCB at once! A thunderous Chart Attack seemed to seal the deal in the disarray The Beast had planted Seamus --- not the legal man for his team! Sean took advantage of the twin-powered confusion and dazed the Beast with repeated dropkicks. The Beast countered with a backdrop to the outside, but Sean landed on the apron and with a quick hotshot, had The Beast draped over the middle rope in position for the Bushmills Drill! But a Styleskick out of NOWHERE sent Sean to the canvas, and with that D-X were able to connect with the Down & Dirty. The Beast covered for three as Kyle threw Seamus out of the ring to prevent a pinfall break! The fans cheered both teams after the near twenty-minute classic, and rose to their feet as the O'Connor Boys and New & Improved D-X shook hands in a display of sportsmanship.
-Backstage, newcomer Jamie Murray was being interviewed by Peter Pantoliano about his recent victories over Wayne Wright and The Outlaw when he was interrupted by his opponent next week --- "The Falcon" Jacob Venar. Venar bragged about his upset victory over Jake Phoenix last week, only for Murray to verbally smack him down. With no comeback, Venar left fuming. Murray continued his promo only for Venar to jump him from behind, locking in his Bermuda Triangle hold and screaming obscenities at "The British Sensation" until security broke it up!
In a heated tag team encounter, new NAPW World Champion Jeffrey Roberts teamed up with his longtime rival Roddy Mac to take on the man Roberts beat for the title just last week in Steve Parker... and his partner, the #1 Contender Lloyd Rees. With so much history between all four men, it was clear that anything could happen in such a volatile contest --- and anything did. With so much on the line, it was the team of Roberts & Mac that scored the victory, but in surprising fashion...
Despite their own history, Parker & Rees managed to form a reasonably cohesive unit, if only because they were both focused on one thing --- putting the hurt on the opposition! In the opposite corner, Roberts showed no interest in tagging Roddy Mac. That suited Roddy just fine, as he spent much of the match 'encouraging' Roberts on the ring apron while his biker gang buddies hollered and jeered from the front row.
Rees & Roberts opened the match off, engaging in a surprising technical display that saw Rees come out on top... to applause from the World Champion. Mac tagged himself in with a slap to Jeffrey's shoulder. To a loud cheer from the crowd, Rees tagged in Steve Parker... only for Roddy Mac to tag himself right back out. Parker and Roberts continued their battle from last week, with Roberts leaving the ring after narrowly escaping the Freedom Fryer. Roberts grabbed the World Championship belt and decided to leave, the referee starting his ten count... but Roddy Mac grabbed his own partner and threw him back in, before taking shots with the bikers on the outside.
Rees & Parker continued to tag in and out, pummelling Jeffrey Roberts. The World Champion strangely seemed to enjoy the attention, but Parker's desire to get his hands on Roddy Mac would prove too much of a distraction. Parker's cool facade began to crack as Mac continued to taunt him, refusing to tag in Jeffrey even when Parker slammed the champion directly in the Mac/Roberts corner! That gave Roberts the opportunity to deliver a powerful clothesline from behind... and then Roddy tagged himself in. Roddy toyed with Parker, stomping on his fingers and kicking him in the head. He held him up and told the fans to "cheer him now," and the Calgary crowd responded... by chanting "USA, USA" in support of "The Star-Spangled Sensation." Mac earned several nearfalls after delivering both his Ramrod and Death Spike maneuvers, but Parker was able to escape a Hog Wild attempt and deliver the Super-Sized Kick! Parker could not capitalize after the beating he just took, however. With both men looking to make tags out, it was a race against time... Roddy Mac tagged in a smirking Jeffrey Roberts, but Parker made the tag to Rees!
Roberts attempted to suplex Rees, but Lloyd countered into a Ringer Rover for a near-fall. Rees put Roberts on the top rope for a Wabana Buster, only for Roberts to send him crashing to the canvas. The World Champion delivered his patented Shooting Star Guillotine to seemingly end it, but Steve Parker was back in it, locking the Freedom Fryer on Roberts! The World Champion tapped out, but to no avail since Parker was not the legal man. Roddy Mac pulled Parker to the floor by a leg, bodyslamming the man on the concrete! In the ring, Rees caught Roberts with a sudden roll-up, flowing into the Lance Cove Leglock! The champion appeared reached for the ropes... and Roddy Mac reached in from his corner and slapped Roberts' hand away! Roberts tapped out, but this time Roberts' himself was not legal. That was all Roddy Mac needed to deliver the DESTROYER to a confused Rees for the three-count. After the fall, however, Roddy Mac lined up a recovering Roberts --- and laid out the World Champion with another Destroyer! Steve Parker hit the ring, but was unable to get his hands on Roddy Mac who bailed and took off with his biker buddies through an angry crowd.
Backstage, NAPW's cameras come back from commercial on Peter Pantaliano, standing with a microphone in front of a locker room door. Peter looks, smug, almost triumphant.
PETER PANTALIANO: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time let me bring in the NAPW Canadian Heritage Champion, Donovan Astros.
Astros steps in from off-camera, not dressed to wrestle. He has the Heritage title belt slung over one shoulder, a smirk on his face.
PETER PANTALIANO: Donovan, we've just gotten word from NAPW management that next week, right here on NAPW on TFN, you'll be taking on "The Millennium Game" Justin Case.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Justin Case... ever since this guy stepped through the door here in NAPW, he's been looking to make a name for himself off of the establishment. He took on Lloyd Rees, and he failed miserably. I admire the gumption, but man, once in a while you gotta follow through! So now he's aiming a little bit higher. He thinks he's aiming lower, but if you can't beat Lloyd Rees, Case, and I've beaten him three times now...
Astros smirks.
DONOVAN ASTROS: I sure as hell don't see how you think this will be a successful career move, Justin!
PETER PANTALIANO: It looks like your whirlwind victory over Bobby Crane last week has helped you regain some of that lost confidence.
DONOVAN ASTROS: I take a lot of pride in my performance and a lot of pride in being a champion. Just because I'm the only person around here who might feel just the slightest bit vulnerable at times and has a few mood swings doesn't mean I don't have pride in being the Heritage Champion. Justin, I do things differently. I'm human. I act that way. But in the end, I win. I win a lot. And I've had this title over my shoulder or around my waist for almost all of 2010. It feels real damned comfortable on me and Justin, you just don't have what it takes to get this belt out of my hands. End of story.
PETER PANTALIANO: What about Case's new manager, Hugh Aredone?
DONOVAN ASTROS: Hugh Aredone. You are done. Justin Case. Just in case. OUR NAMING DEPARTMENT HAS LOST THEIR GOD DAMNED MINDS! Pete, didn't you fight back when they game you a name everyone's going to misspell in Pantaliano?
PETER PANTALIANO: This IS my last name, Donovan. A lot more realistic than Astros.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Hey, watch it, pal, or Justin Case'll get a hold of you and you'll be called Peter Pumpkineater. Really though, Justin, there's one thing I can't stand, and that's people that are too damned weak to stand on their own. People that get a hold of some big goon or some 'evil genius' to try and get ahead in life. Justin, you couldn't hang with the big boys here in NAPW on your own, so you've brought in some hired help. Why don't you take a good look at Bobby Crane and Brutus Zucko? Why don't you see how they're doing now after last week? I stand on my own for what I believe in, and that's why, week after week, the fans buy my merchandise, buy my DVDs, and come out to shows to see me! I don't need a manager to watch my back. I don't need a cadre of goons to make things happen for me because I can make things happen for myself!
Astros shoots a glare at Peter. Sounds like he's talking to two different people at the same time.
DONOVAN ASTROS: Next Tuesday, Justin, you'll get a first hand account of just what I can make happen and you.... you'll end up strung up on the Martyr's Cross.
Astros walks off as Peter suddenly looks sullen.
PETER PANTALIANO: Back to you guys.
In the night's main event, Chris Casino waged war with his ally-turned-rival-turned-associate-turned-hated enemy, the colossal Kenny Krenshov. The violent started before the bell, with Casino (sporting taped up ribs courtesy of Kenny's assault two weeks ago) jumped the gun and attacked Krenshov during the man's entrance! With Kenny on his heels, Casino did not let up, even following Krenshov into the fans to brawl. However, Kenny dove out of the way of a charging Casino, causing his opponent to crash hard into the guardrail. That wasn't enough to quell Casino's rage, as he slipped out of an attempted face-first toss into the ringpost only to send Kenny face-first into it!
The action finally entered the ring for referee John Sharplin to officially start the match. A superkick right on the button took Krenshov down and Casino went up top, looking to finish with a high-flying Frog Splash. Unfortunately, Krenshov had the move well-scouted and planted his knees into Casino's already-injured mid-section. From there, Krenshov unleashed a brutal assault, focusing on the ribs of Chris Casino. Kenny even dropped Casino into a rib buster from a Gorilla press! The evil Krenshov ripped the tape from Casino's ribs and choked him with it, narrowly avoiding disqualification by the referee.
Despite the fire in his chest, however, Casino refused to stay down for a three count, even after suffering repeated belly-to-belly suplexes. He fought back and attempted a cross-body block, only to be caught and planted with a might Fallaway slam. It appeared that Krenshov was enjoying his work entirely too much as he squashed Casino repeatedly in the corner with body splashes. Referee John Sharplin had to check on Casino as he quivered in the corner, but Krenshov brushed him away and signalled for the Total Eclipse. Somehow Casino escaped the suplex and nailed a desperation superkick. With both men down, the referee started counting to ten. Neither man would be defeated that way, on this night.
Krenshov was up first, but Casino willed himself to his feet and started fighting back. Krenshov's strength seemed too much, but Casino ducked a clothesline and delivered a flying forearm! A standing dropkick took Krenshov down, and Casino, wracked with pain, ascended to the top rope, connecting with a picture-perfect top-rope elbow drop... only for Krenshov to kick out just before three. Casino attempted the Bankrupt, but Krenshov shoved Casino off, chest-first into the turnbuckle. Krenshov then locked in his deadly bear hug. The referee checked Casino's arm, dropping it once, twice, but not a third time! A series of bell claps from Casino set him free, and he hit the ropes --- only to run right into Krenshov's big-ass palm strike. The force of the blow directly to Chris' chest had the Ring of Prestige member gasping for breath on the canvas, and Krenshov reapplied the bear hug. Still Casino would not submit, but with blood trickling from his mouth, referee John Sharplin called for the bell. The official decision would be victory for Krenshov by ref stoppage, as Casino could no longer defend himself.
Sickeningly, Krenshov shoved Sharplin aside after the victory was announced and picked the nearly unconscious Casino back up into the bear. The crowd booed as Krenshov attempted to end the career of the valiant Casino. The boos turned to cheers of surprise and relief... as Casino's long-time friend and tag team partner Evan Cartwright jumped the railing and hit the ring! Cartwright used his Golden Glove winning fists to free Casino, but Krenshov seemed to have enough for Cartwright as well... until The Perfect Uppercut sent him careening to the outside! Krenshov thought better of taking on a fresh, determined Cartwright and retreated to the locker room, but not before smearing Casino's blood across his chest. Cartwright helped up Casino, who looked shocked to see Evan in the ring, but the two embraced. As Casino's music played, Evan helped him up the aisle to the ovation of the fans.