MONDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS01/30/2006The NAPW intro hits, chop-shop edited footage of NAPW wrestlers and highlights to the tune of Boy Charlie's "Over With" [CHEAP PLUG: Featured on the Cyclone Records compilation "On The Verge", highlighting Alberta's best rock!]. Cut to the crowd of some four-hundred strong in the NAIT gymnasium in Edmonton, AB, every one primed and ready for a night of hard-hitting action, and a distinct lack of John Cena, Jeff Jarrett or Mark Henry.] BILL HEWSON: Good evening once again and welcome to NAPW Monday Night Fights! We are live on CITY-TV Edmonton and streaming from NAPW.ca... I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack Jones, and we are just one week removed from Joker's Wild! What a night it was! JACK JONES: Bill Hewson, there isn't a man in that locker room backstage who didn't leave it all in the ring at Joker's Wild. BILL HEWSON: It was an emotional night. In what is already being hailed a potential match of the year, Evan Cartwright and Maniac wrestled for over twenty-minutes of non-stop action, with Maniac the better man on that night. But it so easily could've gone either way! JACK JONES: As far as I'm concerned, Maniac is a lucky, lucky man. Evan Cartwright is the future of the business as much as Chris Casino is! BILL HEWSON: Of course, Chris Casino firing D-X from the Rat Pack even though D-X regained the tag team belts at Joker's Wild. Perhaps some jealously there, because Chris Casino lost the NAPW title to D! --- Hewson is interrupted as "Low" by the Foo Fighters hits. The fans look to the entrance way, but wait... D-X is coming through the crowd in street clothes, Kyle with the NAPW title belt around his waist and The Beast with his slung over his shoulder! Both men are sporting some bandages, obviously still banged up some from the ladder match. BILL HEWSON: Speak of the devils, it's D-X! The tag team champions are not scheduled to be on the show tonight, maybe Josh Reynolds can get a word with them! Josh Reynolds, in one of his rare appearances outside of the back, walks from the timekeeper's table to where D-X take a pair of "RESERVED" ringside seats. Kyle is all smiles, The Beast is all business. Wait, is that a smile? That little, tiny, twitch of his lips? It's a beastly smile. Anyways, Josh Reynolds walks over with a microphone. JOSH REYNOLDS: Stylin' Kyle, The Beast, the tag team champions! Front row seats, what's the plan tonight? THE BEAST: Reynolds, don't talk to us like you're our friend. We're out here to watch. Observe. And prepare for anybody we may have to defend our tag team title belts against in the future. It's purely business. STYLIN' KYLE: That, and to bring the ratings up --- up --- up! D-X isn't booked on the show? Jinkies, "Wahoo" must be on the peace pipe again! THE BEAST: ... JOSH REYNOLDS: Back to you, Bill & Jack! There's a pause, and then it's Criss Angel! The lights flicker and THE PREDATOR makes his introduction to a good pop! BILL HEWSON: But we are ready for our first match! The always controversial PREDATOR in action tonight, he was the FINAL participant in the Gauntlet match at Joker's Wild. He lost to Ravager, and didn't win the NAPW Title shot, but became the Number One Contender for the Provincial Title instead! JACK JONES: Yeah. Criss Angel fades out and the crowd boos the opening bars of the Pet Shop Boys--it's Evan Cartwright and the hardest-working manager in the business, Terry Brandon. Cartwright has the towel on his head, and Brandon's got the silver briefcase with matching tie and shirt. BILL HEWSON: Evan Cartwright MADE this challenge--he wants the Provincial Title, but Predator's holding the ticket! JACK JONES: And say what you will about Cartwright, Hewson, and it's pretty obvious you're biased against him, but he had an IMPRESSIVE match against Maniac at Joker's Wild. BILL HEWSON: I WILL point out that he LOST. JACK JONES: Shut it. Just SHUT IT. Even in defeat, Evan Cartwright was SO impressive that MORE people are talking about THAT match now than they're talking about any of the TITLE matches. That's not PRETTY to you, but that's FACT. It's Brandon who does the work all the way to ringside, deflecting the crowd's heat while trash-talking the crowd. Cartwright springs into the ring, removes his towel, locks eyes with The Predator--and has D-X cat-call him from ringside. Here's Frank Warburton. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is for ONE fall at a ten minute time limit, and it is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP for the NAPW Provincial Title! Introducing first, to my left, HAILING from PARTS UNKNOWN, weighing in at three hundred, twenty-five pounds, THIS! IS! PREEEEEDATOOORRRRR! Now, to my right, and accompanied by the LEGENDARY! TERRY! BRANDON! Hailing from CAIIIIIRROOOOO... Illinois... and weighing in at two hundred, twenty-two and one-quarter pounds, he represents the Rat Pack--EVAN! CAAAAARTWRIGHT! Ring the bell! Cartwright LAUNCHES at Predator, tagging him with a stiff right hand--and another! And another! Cartwright's pushing Predator BACK against the ropes, and is whaling on him THERE! Senior Referee Dick Kiebiech is calling for TWO TIMES the break, one for the ropes and the other for the closed fist, but Cartwright's not responding--PREDATOR! Just EXPLODES out of that situation, knocking Cartwright OFF of him in a show of power. Cartwright rolls back onto his feet, showing a little frustration. Predator RUNS at Cartwright, is he thinking of a SPEA--COUNTERED by Cartwright with a Drop Toe Hold, sending Predator crashing to the mat. Cartwright keeps his opponent's legs scissored, pops one of Predator's legs into the other, jams HIS foot in there, and pulls back--WOW. Layback Cloverleaf! A BIG submission early in the match-up, but it definitely looks painful to Predator, who's snarling in pain! Predator WHITE-KNUCKLES the mat, and starts DRAGGING himself to the ropes, taking Cartwright with him-- BILL HEWSON: He's got a hundred POUNDS on this guy! --and LUNGES for the rope, grabbing it! Kiebiech's warning a reluctant Cartwright to break the hold, but it seems he'd rather hold it through the count--ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Cartwright lets go and struts off of him, a cocky smile growing. JACK JONES: It's a cliche, but even without making Predator tap out, the DAMAGE has been DONE. Cartwright singles out his two former stablemates at ringside and asks them if they're learning anything about wrestling. He turns around in time to see Predator up again, favouring the one knee, and lumbering towards him with a CLOTHESLINE-DUCKED! Cartwright nimbly follows through with a JAPANESE ARM... or not. Predator's widened his stance, lowered his centre of gravity, and REFUSES to be arm-dragged! Cartwright wasn't expecting that--OH MY! Predator's wrapped his hands around his throat, going UP--CHOKEBOMB!!! With AUTHORITY! And now he's grabbed Cartwright by the ANKLES, what's... he's turning around, getting momentum, GIANT SWING! BILL HEWSON: He's swinging him around in a circle! HA! JACK JONES: WHAT. The HELL. He swings, and swings, and swings, with the fans going BANANA. Finally, Predator lets Cartwright go, and HIMSELF drops to the ground from the dizziness. Kiebiech institutes a ten-count here, ready to call a double-KO if neither man returns to their feet here, and after six grueling seconds, Predator wobbily finds his feet. He reaches down to hoist Cart--NO! Cartwright NABS him with a Small Package! ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT! D-X chants "TWOOO!!!" Cartwright slaps the mat in anger, then gets vertical before his opponent can and hits a stiff kick on the worked knee. Predator yelps and clutches it, Cartwright runs off the ropes and dives low--CHOP BLOCK on Predator's knee sends him toppling like a house of cards! Terry Brandon, if you were wondering, has decided that it's dance time. Cartwright's sizing up the writhing Predator, he's got the advantage here... and he's eyeing the turnbuckle with malicious intent. Cartwright climbs to the top turnbuckle while the crowd boos, and waits for Predator to get back on his feet, for the moment he's standing tall--THIS IS IT! Somersault off the top rope--DIAMONDDUST! Slamming Predator's HEAD and JAW with such FEROCITY! Hooked leg gets the cover--ONE! TWO! TWOOO!!! with a kick-out, but Cartwright is more frustrated than incredulous and wastes little time getting on top of Predator to tag him with hard right hooks. Kiebiech's all over this, and once agan has to count to FOUR before Cartwright stops abusing the rules. He grabs the big man, DRAGS him to the ropes where he can prop him against the middle rope, then leaves him for dead as he crosses to the other side of the ring to thank D-X for making the Rat Pack stronger by LEAVING it. Ouch. He draws a circle in the air, it's the signal for the CARTWHEEL, and turns to--SPEARSPEARSPEAR!!! Predator with a big SPEAR out of NOWHERE! JACK JONES: How can... How did... BILL HEWSON: He treated his opponent as if he was dead--THAT'LL learn him! Predator roars to the crowd-- PREDATOR: The HUNT... is OVER! --and picks Cartwright up by the shoulders, standing behind him, and scoops him up for THE END! Wait a minute! Cartwright spins around and slips off --- he's got Predator down! INTO THE BOSTON CRAB! Predator isn't going to tap out, he's not going to tap out...he's pushing up! Going to the ropes! Predator looking for it...Cartwright pulls him back to the center of the ring! Predator is passing out from the pain! His arm drops once...twice...Three times! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner... And number one contender...EVAN! CARTWRIGHT JACK JONES: And that is how The Rat Pack does it! Except...this means it's Minstrel versus Cartwright? I don't know who to cheer for! BILL HEWSON: Tough loss for Predator tonight, but he'll bounce back. We'll be right back!
JACK JONES: That's an impressive sight, Bill Hewson. Apocalypse is truly a impressive force in the ring. "Devilman" by Rob Zombie interrupts Criss Angel, and Lobo emerges from the back, glaring grimly at the ring. The crowd, surprisingly, pops a bit for the Olympian, but he sneers at them indifferently. He gets to the ring at his own pace, and slides in. BILL HEWSON: Lobo looks intense here tonight. From his comments since Joker's Wild, I'd say that for Lobo, it's do or die tonight. JACK JONES: You can say that again, Bill Hewson. After that embarrassing loss to Ravager last weekend, Lobo needs this win in a bad way. BILL HEWSON: The crowd is showing him a little bit of love tonight, though. JACK JONES: Not that anyone should care what the fans think, but it's sad it took a five minute beat-down on Ravager for people to finally take Lobo seriously. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest, scheduled for a ten minute time limit, is the submission match! Introducing first, weighing in a THREE HUNDRED POUNDS... THE APOOOCALYPSE! And his opponent, weighing in at THREE hundred and TEN pounds... LOOOOBOOOOO. There's the bell. Both men tie up in the middle of the ring, both jockeying for position. It's a very even match, both men are the same height, and Lobo only has ten pounds on Apocalypse. This is going to be a match of skill, not power. Lobo breaks lose with an arm wrench, and twists the shoulder. Apocalypse grimaces, reverses, flipping Lobo over and into a headlock. Lobo quickly struggles to his feet, elbows Apocalypse to loosen the hold, and reverses it into another arm wrench... and a hammerlock. Apocalypse makes it to the rope, and the hold is broken. The crowd, surprisingly, applauds the quick technical display rather politely. JACK JONES: I didn't know Apocalypse could wrestle! BILL HEWSON: Indeed, Jack Attack. Both men here are displaying some impressive back-and-forth action. Lobo picks up where he left off very quickly. He hits a toe kick on Apocalypse, grapples, and twists Apocalypse mercilessly into his patented Abdominal Stretch. Apocalypse cries out, and flails. After a few moments, it looks as though Apocalypse might make it to the ropes... but Lobo elbows him in the ribs! Lobo then sets Apocalypse up with the Pump-Handle... hoists him up... WAIT FOR IT! SLAM! The crowd pops a bit, and Lobo, to his credit, looks a little confused by their reaction. No matter, he presses the attack, pulling Apocalypse up by the head... and gets punched in the gut for his trouble! Apocalypse comes up fast with a European Uppercut... toe kick... Double Underhook... DDT! Lobo BOUNCES off the mat, stunned, and hangs himself up on the ropes. He shakes it off, and turns right into Apocalypse's waiting hand! He shakes his head no! END OF THE WORLD! Right into the corner turnbuckle! And Apocalypse, now, in control, fires himself up and CHARGES Lobo in the corner! Big Body Splash! NO ONE HOME! Lobo side-steps at the last second! Apocalypse staggers back and Lobo catches him... in a full nelson hold... and he LOCKS those hands up! JACK JONES: The Full Nelson may LOOK basic, Bill Hewson, but it's an underrated move. It may not look like much, but it HURTS, trust me! All that pressure on the back of the neck... and it's hard to break, too! Apocalypse actually looks like he might be fading as Lobo angrily amps up the pressure! Wait... Blake Larkinson is up on the apron! The referee goes over to remove him, his back turned on the match, which lets Apocalypse kick backwards, connecting with Lobo's nether-regions! Lobo howls and doubles over, clutching his Olympic shot-puts, while Apocalypse nurses his neck. Aand suddenly there's another pop from the crowd... is that TERRY BRANDON!? The manager grabs Larkinson by the belt, YANKS him off the apron! The ref continues shouting at the two managers to break it up! BILL HEWSON: Just what is going on here!? In the ring, Apocalypse, oblivious to his manager's peril, grabs Lobo. He's signalling for the Judgement Day! He goes to hoist Lobo to the top rope, but no! Lobo punches him in the kidney! And again! He fights out, and then hoists APOCALYPSE to the top rope... BILL HEWSON: But the referee is distracted! Don't do it man! Indeed, outside the ring, Blake Larkinson is just verbally abusing Terry Brandon for getting involved, and... LORD! Brandon NAILS Larkinson with a roundhouse punch! Larkinson spins, spits into the crowd, and topples like a lawn dart at ringside! LOBO DRIVER! IN THE RING! Apocalypse may be BROKEN in half! The referee turns around at the commotion, his attention back on the match! The crowd is cheering! CHEERING FOR TERRY BRANDON AND LOBO!? Lobo, now, pulls a staggering Apocalypse to his feet, locks in the Dragon Sleeper... DDT! But he doesn't let go! And then he scissors his legs around his foe, and cranks back on that sleeper hold! Apocalypse raises his hand... and TAPS! HE TAPS OUT! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match at five minutes and two seconds... LOOOOBOOOO! BILL HEWSON: LOBO! He did it! He beat Apocalypse clean in the ring! The crowd is still CHEERING as Lobo rolls out of the ring. Terry Brandon circles the ring to Lobo, and there's a tense moment that passes between the two, then Brandon takes Lobos arm and RAISES it PROUDLY in triumph! Lobo looks like he may cry, he's bursting with pride! The two of them back towards the curtain, as Blake Larkinson staggers to his feet, seeing stars, and Apocalypse clutches at his neck in the middle of the ring! JACK JONES: We have to take a commercial... Bill Hewson, I... I think I'm misting up here! This is such a beautiful moment!
BILL HEWSON: Our next match on Monday Night Fights is a rematch of sorts from the TRIANGLE LADDER MATCH at Joker's Wild just one week ago! It was The Crimes defending against D-X and The Dudes in one of the most scintillating matches in NAPW history, and when all was said and done, D-X became three-time NAPW Tag Team Champions. JACK JONES: That D-X. Right there in the front row. BILL HEWSON: But here tonight, it will The Crimes. The Dudes. For the first time ever in a traditional tag team match, and you know that whoever wins will be in line for a shot at D-X's gold! JACK JONES: Well Bill Hewson, The Crimes have NEVER lost to D-X in a straight tag-team environment. They'll be bringing in that advantage. I'm not sure The Dudes even want the belts... BILL HEWSON: Except that by winning them, The Dudes would drive D-X crazy, and The Dudes seem to get a kick out of driving D-X crazy. That's enough motivation for some people! KISS! KISS! More royalties for GENE! Flaming Youth? No, it's The Dudes, with Tiffany Macintyre! The fans go nut as The Dudes head to the ring, slapping five and generally being all-around fan favorites. Like D-X, they also look still banged up. They hit the ring... and than it's "Bled For Days" by Static-X! From the curtain it's STATIC & REX CALIBER ... to a surprising POP? Rex's ribs are taped, Static has some tape around his elbow, but yes. The crowd is mostly cheering for The Crimes! BILL HEWSON: And to the surprise of Static, at least, this crowd is actually cheering for The Crimes! JACK JONES: Did we slip into the mirror universe? Well, you don't have an EVIL GOATEE, so we must not have... BILL HEWSON: It was at Joker's Wild that the capacity crowd gave both The Dudes AND The Crimes a standing ovation for an incredible performance in that ladder match. The fans here tonight, they're showing appreciation for Static & Rex putting their bodies on the line for those tag titles! Rex Caliber, of course, is totally down, especially with his "FREAKS OF NATURE" in the front row, all wearing Crimes t-shirts or "Rex Caliber For Prime Minister" t-shirts. Static, under his mask, is inscrutable. Oh ho ho, they spy D-X! Rex and Static go straight over to Roberts and Richards. They trash talk one another with Roberts holding the belt out for Static to grab. Static doesn't bother, as he yells out "Don't worry Roberts, I'll take that away from you soon enough." Rex and Static roll into the ring and stand in their corner. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a ten-minute time limit! Introducing first, accompanied by Tiffany Macintyre... the team of Michael K. Johnston! Cameron Scott! THE...DUUUUUDES! And their opponents... the team of the Hardcore Luchadore STATIC... "THE NEXUS ONE" Rex Caliber... THEEEE CRIMMMMMES! BILL HEWSON: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. Both teams have a smaller man, both have a more powerful, big man in their corner. This is a pretty even match. JACK JONES: Well, Bill Hewson, the Crimes are giving up a good 50 pounds in a combined weight to the Dudes. That might weigh "heavily" so to speak against the Crimes. BILL HEWSON: That does't matter, Attack, the Crimes are as tough as they come and as good as anybody here in NAPW. Static and Michael Johnston are starting it off here! DING DING DING. They lock up. The two smaller men are pushing hard against one another. Static gets the upperhand and leans Johnston into the ropes. He throws him for the irish whip. Johnston comes back, and Static leaps over. Jonhston comes back again and Static jumps up and catches Johnston with a jumping heel kick and Johnston goes down. Static gets up quickly, goes off the ropes and slides in with a baseball slide, but Johnston moves and Static slides to the outside. Static lands on his feet and jumps up on the ring apron. Johnston meets him but Static puts a shoulder through the second rope and into the stomach of Johnston. Static flips in and over Johnston, he runs off the opposite ropes and dazed Johnston the outside! Static raises his arm in the air, to a good pop from the crowd. Rex Caliber jumps off the apron and picks up Johnston, rolling him back into the ring. BILL HEWSON: The Crimes are in control here as Rex rolls Michael K. Johnston back into the ring. And Static makes the tag to Rex! Rex picks up Johnston and puts him into their home corner. Rex goes to work with a flurry of punches. He then picks him up onto the top rope and follows him up. Rex yells out to the ground with a big grunt. He puts his arms around Johnston and delivers a huge belly to belly, sending Johnston all the way over to his corner. Johnston is dazed, but very close to Cameron Scott, who reaches over the ropes and tags himself in. The big man, Camera Scott runs in an clotheslines Rex who was getting back to his feet. Cameron, lays in a choke with his size 14 boot. Rex slams his fist down as he wiggles his way out of the choke. Cameron picks up Rex, sending him for the ride. Rex comes back, Cameron catching him in a side walk slam postion, and he slams him down. Cameron gets up to a huge pop from the crowd. BILL HEWSON: By God, the fans love the Dudes! Cameron Scott showing his competitive spirit here --- he may respect you, but he knows a million ways to wear an opponent down! Cameron turns back to Rex, he recovered a bit. Cameron goes to pick him up but Rex leaps from his knees and jamps a shoulder into the stomach of Cameron Scott. Rex gets back to his feet, puts Cameron Scott between his legs and lifts him up! BILL HEWSON: Rex has the big man up! Rex slams Cameron Scott down hard and then he too falls down! Static and Michael K. Johnston are both anxious to get into the ring. Johnston and stomping his foot, and the crowd picks up on it, clapping along with him. Rex and Scott both crawl to their corners and Rex tags in Static first. Cameron reaches Johnston for a clean tag and HE jumps over the top rope and into the ring. Static & Mike run at each other, and both hit drop kicks, blocking each others moves! They get back up and both hit right hands, dazing them both. They stumble back and then run at each other again and clothesline each other. BILL HEWSON: Like looking in a mirror, Jack! JACK JONES: I'll give it to both of them, they had the same idea, but now all four men are worn our, two of which are on the mat inside the ring and the other two are recovering on the ring apron. BILL HEWSON: I've just been informed that only one more minute remains! Static is to his feet first, but he is turned around. Johnston gets up slowly and creeps behind Static. He rolls static up in a school boy, 1,2, NO! Static kicks out. Johnston gets back to his feet, he throws a kick at Static who is on his knees getting up. Static catches the boot and turns him around. He pushes him towards the ropes, front first, and he bounces back and Static rolls him up with a school boy. 1,2, NO! Johnston kicks out. Both fighters get back their feet. Static kicks Johnston in the stomach, and puts him up in another powerbomb position. Johnston coutners wih a hurricanerana into a pinning positon! 1,2,.. NO!! BILL HEWSON: Three quick pinning attempts and neither man is willing to stay down for the three count! 10 SECONDS REMAINING, FOLKS! JACK JONES: Neither wrestler is going to get a fall here, they are just getting back up. And no ladders in sight! Static is back up and punches Johnston, he falls into the ropes and Static jumps on him and they both go over the top rope and to the floor. DING DING DING. FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, the 10 minute time limit has expired! The referee talks to Warburton. Warburton is nodding as Kiebich gives him the rundown. FRANK WARBURTON: And... the referee has called this match a DRAW! BILL HEWSON: What a match ladies and gentlemen! The Crimes...The Dudes... neither team could force a pinfall in the ten minute time limit! Outstanding match! The crowd is giving a sizeable ovation for both teams, despite the draw. Stylin' Kyle Roberts and Bruce 'The Beast' Richards applaud and laugh at the same time "BRAVO" says Roberts as they rub their tag team title gold on their shoulders. Suddenly the lights go dim. Static and Johnston are getting to their feet, as Rex and Cameron Scott are both in the ring. Over the P.A. system, a deep voice says "DOOOOOOM'. The lighting is very dim, but you can still see fairly clearly. "Sick" Billy Kryenik, Illusion TanaKryenik and Tommy Deathrow jump over the guard rail next to Static and Johnston. Tiffany is seen running to the back. Billy elbows Static in the head and Illusion kicks Johnston in the stomach, then throws him into the ring post. Billy hammers Statics head off the guard rail and then rolls him into the ring. Tommy Deathrow gets into the ring. BILL HEWSON: Oh God No! It's the Doomriders, all three of them! Tommy gets to his feet and attacks Rex with a flurry of punches. Cameron Scott grabs the back of Tommy's head but Billy lays a big kick into the back of Scott's back. Billy jumps on the back of Cameron and drives his head into the canvas. Rex and Tommy are going at it pretty evenly, but Illusion uppercuts Rex and allows Tommy to have the upperhand. Static is getting up, Johnston is laid out, outside the ring. Rex gets tossed out by Tommy Deathrow. Illusion grabs static and puts him in the corner, punching away at him. BILL HEWSON: This is a mugging, ladies and gentlemen. Both teams just faught a grueling 10 minute match up, and the Doomriders are taking full advantage of it! JACK JONES: It's a part of wrestling that people don't seem to get, Bill Hewson. Just like D-X did...you pick your spots and make your moves! Billy has Cameron Scott to his feet, and has his arms hooked up in the double underhook position.... DRY LAKE! Billy lays out Cameron and Tommy Deathrow rolls him to the outside. Illusion has Static on the outside --- DARK CHIVALRY ON THE CONCRETE! Tommy Deathrow holds up a barely conscious Static and points at the tag team champions! Tommy yells "Remember this! We're coming for you too." THE BEAST stands up, not intimidated, but Kyle holds him back "We're just OBSERVING tonight, Bruce. Easy, big guy." HERE COMES SECURITY! BILL HEWSON: Tiffany is back with security! Oh thank god! Thank god, somebody has to stop these three freaks! Security runs out and grabs all three of the Doomriders! There's three security to one DoomRider! Kryenik is being handcuffed and slammed face first into the mat. Deathrow takes a swing at a security officer but then is tackled and cuffed. Illusion is cuffed but is still trying to swing her shoulders at the security. It's chaos here, and now Rex Caliber is trying to jump The Doomriders! Security's holding HIM back! Static BILL HEWSON: My God, folks, we have to take a commercial break! Look at this carnage, Jack Jones! JACK JONES: Static's laid out on the outside, Mike Johnston is staggering to his feet, Cameron Scott is down, security's trying to hold back an ENRAGED Rex Caliber... If The Doomriders wanted to make a statement, they just made it! BILL HEWSON: It's The Doomriders versus The Celtic Assassins on Thursday Night Action!... right now, we're going to a break! When we come back: Chris Casino takes on the upstart JC Cook!
NOELLE THOMAS: Hello?...this is she...who is this? Her mouth drops to form an "o". She begins to tremble as the voice on the other line roars through the phone. VOICE: The lines have been drawn in the sand and you are buried underneath the grains. NOELLE THOMAS: Leave me alone! Please! I haven't done anything! VOICE: What's done is done... And you don't know the half of it. She drops the phone nervously and begins to sob. The door swings open and she screams, scampering around the room trying to hide. It's only her husband, the Lord of the Ring, Maniac. MANIAC: Noelle? What's the matter, baby? NOELLE: [trembling] S..sss....someone just called me and...and said he was going to...to... MANIAC: Come here, you're safe now... She wraps her arms around him and begins sobbing into his chest. Maniac's face turns to anger, the fires of hell burning in his eyes. We fade back to ringside. JACK JONES: And that's why you should never date an elephant trainer. Now, this other time --- BILL HEWSON: Welcome back to NAPW Monday Night Fights! If you're just joining us, you missed The Dudes & The Crimes wrestle to a time limit draw in an outsanding contest, only to be jumped by The Doomriders --- Billy Kryenik --- JACK JONES: He's sick! BILL HEWSON: Illusion, and Tommy Deathrow! Security has everything cleared out now, but I bet we haven't heard the last of that one. On to the next match! To the Skynyrd and Rock, J.C. Cook is the first to enter the ring! He is pumped up for what will be his biggest match to date. Chris Casino, on the other hand, takes all the time in the world to get to the ring to the smooth sounds of Sinatra. Insulting the fans, mocking J.C Cook, and sharing a few laughs with his manager, Terry Brandon. All the laughs stop, however, when Casino gets a look at the New And Improved D-X sitting at ringside. Bruce Richards stares a hole through Casino, while Kyle Roberts seems a bit less jovial than usual. Casino walks over to confront them, but he is stopped by Brandon. "Forget them! Your business is in the ring. Casino stops to consider the advice. Then he turns, smirks at D-X, and gets into the ring. "That's right, I fired YOUR asses, boys!" FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kenosha Wisconsin... weighing two-hundred and thirty-nine pounds! J! C! COOK! And his opponent, accompanied by TERRY BRANDON! He is a former NAPW Champion... from Las Vegas Nevada, he weighs two-hundred and twenty pounds... This is Chris! CASINOOOOO! Casino gives Warburton a dirty look for the "Former NAPW Champion" thing. Cook and Casino lock up. Cook backs Casino into the corner. Referee Dick Kiebiech calls for a clean break, and gets it. They lock up again, this time Casino backing Cook into the opposite corner. Again, a clean break is called for, and received. Casino talks a bit of trash to Cook, and gets a dropkick for his troubles. Casino springs up quickly, only to be hit with an arm drag, then another arm drag. Cook Irish whips Casino into the ropes, and delivers a huge back body drop. Casino slides out of the ring to regroup. As Cook plays to the fans, Casino is clearly agitated outside. He yells at Brandon, then turns and starts to yell at D-X. Roberts just smiles and points at the ring yelling "The match is over -there-". Casino looks back to the ring, just in time to receive a plancha from Cook. The fans cheer, and Cook soaks in the appreciation. Terry Brandon tries to sneak up from behind, but Cook turns around just in time. Brandon back peddles as Cook pursues him, but he makes the mistake of turning his attention away from Casino, who delivers a knee to Cook's back, knocking him into the ring post. Capitalizing on the advantage, Casino slams Cook onto the floor. Casino rolls into the ring to break the ten count, then rolls back out, and gives Cook a snap suplex to the floor. Cook writhes in pain as Casino soaks in the boos. BILL HEWSON: Love him or hate him, Chris Casino has one of the hardest snap suplexes in the business! JACK JONES: Hey, Chris Casino...wait. I agree with you. Hey, look above Cook. Boy, that man is wearing a dapper suit. BILL HEWSON: Jack Jones, I think that's the same man we saw in the crowd during the gauntlet match, in that red suit. Always good to have loyal fans... Anyways, Casino back to the outside, he rolls Cook back into the ring! Casino rolls Cook back into the ring. He gives Cook a hard body slam, then drops the elbow across his sternum. Going for a quick cover, he only gets a two count. Looking only slightly annoyed, Casino pulls Cook up and slaps on an abdominal stretch. Terry Brandon gets on the ring apron to complain about... something to the referee, allowing Casino to grab the top rope and gain extra leverage. Cook screams in pain, the fans yell in anger, and Casino just smirks as he takes advantage of the distraction. Of course, when Kiebiech turns around, Casino has let go of the rope. Cook fights the move, as the fans cheer him on. Straining against the pressure, Cook looks like he may actually break free, but Casino stops any momentum by breaking the hold and delivering several sharp elbows to Cook's lower back. Casino whips Cook into the corner. Cook hits the turnbuckles chest first, and Casino follows him in with a shoulder to the lower back, then a back suplex. Casino tries to finish him off. He climbs to the top rope, stopping to talk trash at D-X, then goes for his top rope elbow. JACK JONES: Here it is! The prettiest elbow drop in the business! BILL HEWSON: He took too long! Nobody home, JC Cook --- he needs to capitalize on Casino's mistake! Both men are struggling to recover, but Casino is the first to get to his feet. He goes for a hurricanrana! But Cook blocks, instead delivering a desperation power bomb! Again, both men lay on the mat. This time Cook gets to his feet first, trying to regain some momentum. He charges at Casino, who ducks a clothesline - Cook turns around and catches Casino with a THUNDEROUS DDT! Cook doesn't try for a pin yet, dragging Casino up by the hair. He slaps on a full nelson, then slams Casino into the mat. That could be all! Cook goes for a cover, ONE, TWO, TH---Casino kicks out! Cook is surprised, but doesn't let up on his offense. As Casino gets to his feet, Cook signals for the Pressure Cooker! He comes off the ropes, PRESSURE COOKER --- Casino moves away just in time! Cook is off-balance --- Casino grabs Cook and delivers a sick brainbuster! Cook looks like he's unconscious, but Casino isn't finished. He drags Cook's limp body closer to the turnbuckles. Casino to the top rope. CASH OUT!! He hooks the leg, crowd willing Cook to kick out...ONE! TWO! THREE! Casino wins! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner...CHRIS! CASINO! Casino reacts like he just regained the title. He points at D-X in the audience and starts yelling "This is how the Rat Pack gets things done! If you guys were competent you'd still be in the group." D-X just glare at Casino, but they don't try to start anything. Cook is pulling himself up with the ring ropes. He is shaking his head, knowing his mistakes cost him the match. BILL HEWSON: A disheartening loss, but a fine effort by JC Cook here tonight against a tough Chris Casino! Cook doesn't have a thing to be ashamed of! JACK JONES: How about, LOSING, and losing AGAIN? Huh? BILL HEWSON: JC Cook just took the former NAPW Champion to the limit! Give the man some credit! We have to take our last commercial break...when we come back it will be D! & The Moose ... against Ravager and Maniac! Don't go away!
BILL HEWSON: And we're back! The camera pans around the crowd as Frank Warburton climbs into the ring, and sets upon a strange sight. In the second row... another clear shot of that well dressed man with top hat! What's he on about? FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the MAAAAIN EVENT! The crowd is mixed with boos and cheers as "Turn The Page" hits the sound system. Maniac, looking PISSED OFF, hits the ring at a run and slides in, clearly ready to get this match over with. He barely acknowledges the crowd. BILL HEWSON: Maniac looking focused... but I can't help but notice how ANGRY he is. JACK JONES: You would be too, Bill Hewson, if your wife was being stalked. Those scattered boos erupt into cheers as "Turn The Page" is interrupted by "Path." As the hardcore cellos of Apocalyptica serenade the crowd, Ravager emerged from the curtain and makes a beeline for the ring. The second he hits the middle of the squared circle, he and Maniac are face-to-face and exchanging harsh words. JACK JONES: Well this dream-team is off to a good start. The two men angrily separate and head for their corner as "All Hell For A Basement" rings out through the gym. "The Moose" Mark Miller enters the arena to a chorus of cheers and happily soaks it up, then steps aside and gestures to the curtain... "RIIIGHT BEFORE MY EYES! The crowd goes to it's feet as the two-time NAPW Champion, D!, makes his appearance! D! and The Moose exchange a high five, and then hit the ring as one, and pose for the crowd, basking in the ovation. To their credit, Maniac and Ravager could look less pleased. D! makes a special note of raising his Americanized NAPW Title in their direction. JACK JONES: Look at that cocky attitude! This is our champion!? BILL HEWSON: I don't think that's being cocky, Jack Attack. D! is just reminding these two men that he's on top, and they'll have to work hard to knock him back down. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, at a combined weight of FOUR HUNDRED and EIGHTY NINE pounds... the team of RAVAGER AND MAAAAAANIAC! And their opponents, at a combined weight of FOUR HUNDRED and EIGHTY FOUR pounds... the team of "THE MOOSE" MARK MILLEEEEER... AND... DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The crowd can't choose a favorite and just cheer, as The Moose enters the ring, Ravager and Maniac argue over who should start. Ravager finally throws up his hands and steps into the ring. There's the bell. Ravager gives a bit of a nod, and raises a hand. Moose takes it, and raises his other hand, which Ravager takes. Test of strength! Both men fight for a moment back and forth... D! starts a "Moose! Moose!" Chant with the audience... and kick to the gut! Moose doubles over and Ravager snaps back with a suplex! Moose writhes on the mat for a second as Ravager and D! lock eyes... then Ravager turns to meet Moose as the Edmontonian rises to his feet. Another lock-up, Ravager again gets the advantage, whips Moose into the ropes... SCOOP SLAM! Ravager, still fired up, bounces off the ropes... TAG!? Ravager turns angrily and GLARES at Maniac, who just tagged himself in. Maniac barely acknowledges him and stalks to the fallen Miller as Ravager slips out of the ring with a deep frown. BILL HEWSON: This is not shaping up to be a good pairing. These two men are simply NOT on the same page, Jack Attack. JACK JONES: They most certainly are not, Bill Hewson. In a tag team situation, if you can't work in tandem, it can cost you a match. But perhaps Jack Jones speaks too soon. Maniac grabs the prone Miller by the ankle and hits a WICKED elevated stump puller. Moose cries out and clutches at his knee, and Maniac stomps away at it. Moose, now, desperate for help, starts trying to reach out to D!... D! stretches out to him... fingers almost touching... and Maniac grabs him by the injured leg and YANKS Moose to the middle of the ring. He locks into... A SHARPSHOOTER! Moose cries out in anguish! He clutches at his hair, at his face, trying desperately to hang on! Moose, with all he has, pulls... PULLS Maniac towards D! He stretches out as far as he can! D! reaches out! TAG! HE MADE THE TAG! D! HITS THE RING ON FIRE! The crowd is on it's feet! He clotheslines Maniac from behind! As Maniac is propelled out of the Sharpshooter, Ravager hits the ring! D! meets him with a FLAYING lariat! Ravager drops and Maniac rises, charges! NO! PLAGUE SPINEBUSTER! Maniac rolls aside as Ravager reaches out to grab D!, but D! reverses, whips him into the corner... Maniac rises and grabs D! from behind, but D! reverses that too and whips Maniac into Ravager! The two men, both in the corner! D! rushes! STINGER SPLASH! Ravager goes over the corner to the floor below while Maniac does a header in the ring! The crowd is chanting "D! D! D!" BILL HEWSON: D! IS ON FIRE! Maniac desperately flops towards his corner to make a tag, but Ravager isn't there! He's shakily rising outside the ring in another corner! Maniac flails for a tag, but no one's home. He glares, disbelieving, at the corner and swears loudly, then turns to a ROUNDHOUSE PUNCH from D! Maniac spins, spits, and flops. D! with the cover! ONE! TWO! And Ravager flies into D! and breaks the pin! The referee forcefully removes Ravager to his corner as Maniac and D! rise to their feet. Maniac still looks a little woozy from the punch. He glances back and sees Ravager now in the corner, stalks over and TAGS Ravager forcefully in the chest. Ravager glares ICY DAGGERS, but gets in the ring. The crowd is awash in excitement as Ravager sizes D! up. D! in turn nods at Ravager, and the two slowly approach one another. Lock-up! Ravager powers D! back towards a corner, but makes a clean break... CHOP! D! clutches his chest, but Ravager is relentless... CHOP! CHOP! The crowd "Woos!" along. Ravager takes D!, lifts, and BACKBREAKER! Ravager pulls D! to his feet, takes him by the head, rushes his corner and slams D! face first into the turnbuckle! D! collapses backwards and Ravager with the tag... no!? Maniac refuses, stepping back! Ravager swears at him, and the two start arguing! The referee gets over there to tell them to stop, and D! launches himself at Moose! Tag! Moose and D! rush Ravager from behind... he turns in time for a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Moose and D! pick up the former Provincial Champion, hoist him up... and drop him across the top rope! Ravager hangs there as Moose and D! exchange a nod, and both start punching Ravager from opposite sides! Ravager, bell rung, flops back into the ring! Moose with the cover! Wait? No! The referee didn't see the tag! He tells Moose to get back in his corner! D! shrugs and pins! One! Foot on the ropes! Ravager sluggishly takes his feet, and Maniac tags himself back in. For once, Ravager seems thankful. JACK JONES: Maniac knows his partner is trouble. He might not LIKE Ravager, but he doesn't want to lose this match, either. Maniac and D! circle one another for a moment. Maniac charges, D! reverses into an Irish Whip to the ropes, then ducks down to catch Maniac... and gets KICKED IN THE HEAD for his trouble. Maniac stopping just short of the set-up. Maniac grabs hold of D!, and sets him up for the PILEDRIVER... wait... D! fights it... both men struggling... and D! powers out! Maniac goes up and over and skids across the ring! D! is all fired up! BILL HEWSON: Wait... is that an official coming out of the back? Indeed it is! An official runs from the back over to where Maniac is trying to catch his breath in a neutral corner and shouts "Something's up backstage with your wife!" Maniac's eyes bug out. He glances back at D! who shouts "Come on!" But no! Maniac... he's LEAVING THE RING! The crowd starts chanting, "Get back in! Get back in!" JACK JONES: Where does he think he's going!? Maniac makes it only three steps when Ravager intercepts him! The ref starts counting! One! RAVAGER: Where do you think your going? Two! MANIAC: I have more important things to deal with than you! Get out of my way! Three! RAVAGER: Get back in the ring! NOW! Four! Maniac has had enough! KICKWHAMHEAD... No! Ravager pushes Maniac away at the last second... into the ring post! Five! Maniac bounces back... INTO A DRAGON SUPLEX! ON THE CONCRETE! MANIAC IS DOWN! Six! Ravager turns... into MOOSE! Kick to the gut! Fireman's carry! ROUCHNECK! Seven! Ravager is OUT! Moose bends down, pulls Maniac up and rolls him into the ring, where D! has been patiently waiting, working the crowd into a frenzy! Maniac stands, woozy... D! charges! The crowd is on it's feet! Maniac isn't finished yet, Maniac with a clothesline --- DUCKED --- D! WRAPS AROUND! NYQUIL DRIVER! PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, at SIXTEEN MINUTES and THREE SECONDS. "THE MOOSE" MARK MILLER... and DEEEEEEEE! Moose is celebrating outside the ring, glad-handing in a full circle around the front row! Maniac rolls out of the ring slowly ... and then seemingly comes to life, sprinting down the aisle to the back. Ravager takes his feet shakily on the outside of the ring. Ravager, using the ring apron for support, stares a deadly stare at D! who stands tall in the middle of the ring with the NAPW Title in hand!
BILL HEWSON: In a few week's time, these two men meet for that title! And what a match it will be! But that's all the time we have tonight! What a match! Good night!
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