NAPW ACTION!02/09/2006
Looks like Crusher can't WAIT to get this party started. He vaults at Olypsius with a HUGE kick from his long legs aimed at the mid- section, but Olypsius easily side-steps that. Spinning back-fist to Crusher's lower back with an audible POW. Getting Crusher's number early, a Side Russian Leg Sweep from Olypisus brings the All-American crashing down to the mat, followed by an elbow drop. Great chain wrestling from the Legend Killer! Goes for the cover, just a one count. Switching gears, Olypsius slaps on a Chinlock, digging his knee into Crusher's back for extra leverage. The ref checks for a submission but Crusher's too angry to talk... he FIGHTS his way back onto his feet and knocks Olypsius the heck OFF of him with an elbow. Before Olypsius can recover, CLOTHESLINE! knocks him to the mat. Instead of kipping up, however, he rolls his way out to ringside. He gives Crusher and the NAPW ring a "MEH" and starts walking out--it's like he doesn't want to FIGHT anymore! Crusher won't take that lying down, he jumps out of the ring, Olypsius turns around--SPEAR, by gawd, SPEAR! Crusher speared him out of his boots! With the ref counting "SIX" on the ring-out, Crusher pulls Olypsius up, runs to the ring, bundles his opponent in, and slides in, beating the "TEN". The crowd's going WILD for the big man, Olypsius is getting up on his feet--Crusher picks him up, SAMOAN DROP! He picks up the twitching Olypsius, clasps the neck, DDT! Olypsius isn't moving, but it's Kill or Be Crushed, folks--picking Olypsius up once more to whip him into the corner turnbuckle, the crowd's on their feet--CRUSHER EFFECT! He picks up the pieces with a cover-ONE! TWO! THREE! Decisive victory for an Action! favourite.
RAVAGER: "The match was over, wasn't it?" Crusher grins, gives Ravager the "thumbs up", then leaves the ring to give Ravager his say. RAVAGER: "Now I suppose some of you out there are wondering, where do I go from here? I just lost the biggest match of my life, and now I'm looking to steal TV time on Action just so people won't forget my face. "I thought about just staying home tonight. After all, I have no reason to be here. But the more I sat at home, the more I thought about last Monday. The champ, waving the title in my face. Asking if the match was 'meaningful' enough for me. And then that confused look when I started laying in punches. "Did you expect me to just curl up into a little ball and cry D! Did you have a lesson to teach me? Is that why you tried to humiliate me? Let me tell you something champ. Better people than you have tried. But my anger is a moot point right now. I'm no longer number one contender. I have to work my way back up again. And that means wrestling whoever the NAPW brass sees fit to put in front of me. So I guess from here on out, every match I wrestle, will be the most important match of my life. Because every match I win, gets me one step closer to the NAPW title. And one step closer to D!" "You see D! I have respect for you. Doesn't mean I have to like you. In fact, after Monday, I'm going to do everything in my power to dismantle you in the centre of the ring. I tried to play nice. I really did. But you had to make things personal. And now you've given me a goal to attain. #1 contender to your title. And when we face again D!... well. We got the feeling out process over and done with. I think the next time we can toss the niceties out the window and do what the fans have been begging us to do for months. And that's leave the ring stained with our blood! We both know that the only man who'll win this fight, will be the last man able to stand. So D!, take good care of that belt. Wear it everywhere you go. Get all the quality time you can. Because the next time we meet... it's coming across the alley to stay with me. See ya real soon champ." Ravager tosses the mike down and leaves the ring as his music plays.
Van Helden stares a hole into the back of Bill Kryenik, who is getting last minute advice from Colonel Giggles, his rabbit. Kryenik pulls out a picture of David Hasselhoff, which he waves at Van Helden, then places under Colonel Giggles (you know, in case of any "accidents"). Van Helden shakes his head at Kryenik's little mind game, but the look of annoyance on his face is clear. The bell rings and the two men lock up. Kryenik backs Van Helden to the ropes, then Irish Whips him, setting up for The Kiss Of Babylon. Van Helden ducks the kick, then hits Kryenik with a stiff clothesline. He goes for a cover, but Kryenik easily kicks out at one. Van Helden is quick to apply an arm bar, keeping Kryenik grounded. Kryenik grabs the ropes, forcing a break of the hold. Both men circle each other and go for another lock up. But instead of a grapple, Van Helden jabs a thumb in the Doomrider's eye, then slaps on a vertical suplex. Van Helden then drops a knee across Kryenik's chest. Van Helden tries to pick Kryenik up for a body slam, but "Sick" Billy rolls him up into a small package! One, Two, kick out! Both men are up quickly, but Van Helden quickly strikes with a knee lift, the drops an elbow across Kryenik's face. He goes for the cover, and gets a two count. Frustrated, Van Helden whips Kryenik into the turnbuckle, then drives a knee into his gut. Kryenik is doubled over in pain. But Van Helden does not capitalize. With an evil look, Van Helden looks over to the corner where Colonel Giggles is. He looks back at Kryenik. "I will show you what happens when people mock Germans!" And with that, Van Helden goes for the rabbit! And Kryenik's eyes burst open. He clotheslines Van Helden in the back of the head, then delivers stiff kicks to his downed opponents back. He drags Van Helden to his feet, then downs him again with a vicious right hook. Van Helden is bleeding from the nose after that shot. But Kryenik doesn't let up. Once again dragging his opponent to his feet, he whips Van Helden into the corner turnbuckle, and follows him in with a lariat. He's putting Van Helden on the top rope, and he's nailed with HOT SALVATION! Van Helden's head driven into Kryenik's knees! And Van Helden is barely moving! But Kryenik is not done! He drags the limp body of Van Helden up. He's got the double under hook. And Kryenik hits The DRY LAKE! Van Helden is crumpled on the mat as Kryenik covers.. One, Two, Three! Kryenik quickly goes to make sure Colonel Giggles is unharmed, but he has moved on to the next round of the Canada Cup Challenge!
Khaos is waiting patiently in the ring for his opponent, when "The Wretched" by Nine Inch Nails hits the sound system. Everyone looks a little confused, including Khaos. Then, the WELL DRESSED MAN, whom we've seen so much of over the past few weeks, steps out of the back, microphone in hand. He then speaks with a crisp British accent. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I am afraid that Nightmare will be unable to appear tonight due to a rather bad shock induced by bee stings." The crowd boos a bit, and Khaos makes to leave the ring. "But don't go anywhere Khaos." The well-dressed man continues. "Because I've got a special surprise to introduce to the NAPW tonight, and you are just the person to help me introduce it." With that, a large shipping crate is wheeled out of the back by a group of... well, what look like Carnies. They put the crate down next to the ring, and step back. The well-dressed man then unlocks a great big lock on the front with a key he keeps around his neck, and he too steps back. The door bursts open, and a MASSIVE man, skin dark as night, long dreadlocks hanging around his shoulders, and a black mask with a skull painted on it, slides into the ring. Khaos doesn't have time to react as the monstrous black man rushes, grabs him, throws him into a fireman's carry, then DROPS him forward onto the knee in a sick backbreaker! Khaos writhes, and the monster presses the attack, STOMPING on Khaos, then hauling him to his feet... SUPLEX... SLAM!? The monster got Khaos up halfway for a suplex, then just HURLED him forward onto his face! Khaos, grabs the ropes and struggles to his feet... CLOTHESLINE! Khaos goes up, over, and GETS CAUGHT IN THE ROPES! CAUGHT IN THE HANG-MAN! Someone END THIS! The monster just starts stomping, brutally, on the trapped Khaos. This is sick! Why isn't anyone coming out here to STOP this? The monster is called away by the well-dressed man, and two of the Carnies extract Khaos from the ropes. The poor man looks like hell AND THE MONSTER RUSHES HIM AGAIN! Catches him from the back on the neck... REVERSE CHOKESLAM! HOLY HELL! And the monster now, just stands over the fallen Khaos, looks to the booing crowd... AND ROARS! What a debut! What an IMPACT! Who is this monster and what does it mean for the future of the NAPW?
The bell rings and the two lock up in the center of the ring. Predator throws Travelli into the ropes, but he ducks a clothesline, Travelli bounces back, hits a right hand and then drops to his knees and does a stiff low blow to send the challenger to the mat. Travelli capitalizes with a boot to the face, and then rubs his boot on his face for good measure. Travelli picks up Predator and puts him in the corner. He throws a punch but Predator blocked it, Travelli then countered with an eye gouge to fend off the challenger. Travelli bites Predator in the side of the head, to the disgust of the crowd. He flips them off and then knees Predator into the gut. Travelli hip tosses him out of the corner and went for the quick pin, but only got a one and a half. Travelli, still on attack, boots him several times in the ribs until he picks him up and does a snap suplex. Travelli taunts the crowd, giving Predator time to recover. Travelly goes to pick him up, but Predator was waiting and smacks the champ with a hard right hand, sending him stumbling back. Predator jumps to his feet and delivers a huge clothesline, flipping Travelli upside down, landing on his stomach. Predator starts to gain momentum as he throws Travelli off the ropes, bouncing back for a huge back body drop. Travelli holds the small of the back, and Predator hits a leg drop. Predator picks up Travelli once again and puts his big mitts on his throat. He lifts him up for a hard double chokebomb. The crowd gets behind Predator, but suddenly Olypsius hobbles out, looking worse for wear from earlier. He rolls into the ring and punches Predator from behind. He goes for the Olypulator but Predator manages to wiggle out of the lift and kicks him in the stomach. Olypsius stumbles back and Predator spears him so hard that they both fall out of the ring. The fans are hot and heavy, Travelli starts to wake up. Predator gets up from outside and rolls into the ring. He runs at Travelli for a spear, but Travelli jumps up and Predator hits the ropes. Travelli turns around only to be speared from a rebounding Predator! Predator gets back to his feet and "cut throat" taunts. He picks up Travelli and goes for "THE END!" hitting it successfully! Predator goes for the pin, 1, 2, 3. Winner and NEW Television Champion... PREDATOR!!
Delivery Men are out first, itching for a fight. After a moment, out come The New & Improved D-X, dressed in their Fit Club uniforms carrying NAPW and Gastown gold. Kyle smiles like a Cheshire Cat, and Bruce scowls, looking uncomfortable. They don't make it to the ring. The Delivery Men rush them before the bell can sound, and literally RIP the fake delivery uniforms off of their foes. Fortunately for the ratings, The Beast and Stylin' Kyle are in their normal ring attire underneath. Delivery Man #2 takes the liberty of STOMPING on Bruce Richard's new hat, and The Beast goes crazy! #2 and Richards brawl on the outside, while Delivery Man #1 rolls Roberts into the ring, and the bell sounds. This match is now officially underway. #1 and Roberts exchange shots back and forth, then #1 slips aside, applies the Half-Nelson... BULLDOG! Early pin from #1, not even a one count. The ref has finally got Roberts and #2 to go to their respective corners, Roberts nursing his rumpled cowboy hat. In the ring, #1 is still on the attack. He pulls Roberts to his feet... EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! From Stylin' Kyle! Delivery Man #1 reels, and Kyle lunges to Bruce Richards for the tag. Bruce "The Beast" hits the ring hard, with a running clothesline that lifts #1 end over end. The fallen Delivery Man is stunned long enough for the cover from Bruce... but he kicks out immediately! Delivery Man #2 from the corner shouts "We've got your finishing moves scouted, ya frick!" The Beast snorts and shouts "Scout THIS." He pulls up Delivery Man #1 by the hair, and SLAMS a forearm right across his face, then drags him by the well groomed hair to the D-X corner, the ref shouting at him the whole way. Tag back in to Kyle Roberts. Stylin' Kyle, now, hoists up #1, smirks at #2, and BRAINBUSTER right in the middle of the ring! Kyle hooks the leg! Kickout AGAIN! Not even the one count. It seems these two HAVE scouted these "finishing moves." Kyle looks unperturbed. He pulls Delivery Man #1 up to his feet, then Irish Whips him at the ropes, Delivery Man #1 recovers, goes to clothesline... but Kyle ducks! He smirks at the crowd and shouts "That's why I'm smarter, baby!" Turns... INTO A DIVING LARIAT! Stylin' Kyle Roberts drops and Delivery Man #1 starts crawling to his cornerÉ Kyle grabs his leg! Both men struggle... #1 trying to tag, Kyle trying to pull him backÉ HOT TAG! #2 hits the ring! The Beast hits the ring! The Beast runs headfirst into a dropkick and rolls out of the ring. Stylin' Kyle is on his feet, only to be caught by the dreaded STRANGLEHOLD ALPHA! Roberts hits the ground, the armbar locked in, but catches the ropes as he flails. The ref calls for a break, #2 releases, stands... SOMERSAULT LEG DROP! And a pin! One! Two! Foot on the ropes! The Beast just barely keeping Kyle in the game. Delivery Man #2 takes exception to that and leans out of the ropes to shout at him, only to get clocked by The Beast! Delivery Man #1 takes exception to that, but NO! He gets stopped by the referee! Stylin' Kyle, behind the ref's back, LOWBLOW on #2! The Delivery Man clutches at his crotch and cries out, as The Beast hits the ring, NAPW gold in hand... AND NEARLY TAKES #2'S HEAD OFF! This, of course, only makes Delivery Man #1 struggle harder to get into the ring! The ref continues to shout at him to stay in his corner! D-X now, Bruce "The Beast" on the top rope... Stylin' Kyle setting up #2... POLAR-IZER... MOONSAULT! DOWN AND DIRTY! The ref turns in time for Kyle to pin! NOT LIKE THIS! One! Two! Three! D-X has STOLEN another WIN! The Delivery Men leave the ring DISGUSTED and the crowd's booing the tag team champs. Oh, look, Kyle has a mike. "That's right, you greasy mailmen, you head for the hills! Did you really think you were EVER a threat to D-X? We're better FIGHTERS, we're better ENTERTAINERS, Hell, we've even proven we're better at DELIVERING. So what'll YOU chumps ever be?" BRUCE RICHARDS: "Comedy wrestlers." KYLE ROBERTS: "That's right. And once again, D-X stands tall! We've beaten EVERY team worth beating, be it the Dudes, the Crimes, the Decapitators or even YOU peons. There's no longer ANYBODY in our LEAGUE, beyotches! And the BEST part of it is?" He looks knowingly at his partner while the crowd rains down boos. "There isn't a SINGLE damn THING you filthy, stupid hicks can DO--"
DOOMRIDERS! DOOMRIDERS IN THE RING! Kryenik! Deathrow! Illusion!
They've come out of the crowd and are ambushing the champs! Deathrow
with a BIG clothesline knocks Kyle Roberts down, Bruce Richards turns
around and eats Hurricanrana from Illusion! What's going ON here?
Kryenik directing traffic, Doomriders stomping D-X, now they've
picked up the the Tag Titles, don't tell me they're going to--
ROBERTS! With a POTENT low blow on Deathrow! Illusion gets distracted
by Deathrow--THE CLAW! Beast sinks THE CLAW on her! Kryenik rushes to
help her, but Stylin' Kyle runs up--POLARIZER! And now D-X take their
belts back and toss their attackers to ringside! MY GOD! What just
happened here? The crowd doesn't know whether to cheer or boo, The
Doomriders are squabbling with each other as they head up the ramp,
and D-X are standing tall, standing their ground in the middle of the
ring! What a night on ACTION!
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