NAPW ACTION!03/02/2006
The bell for the match rings and Tour Ed and Bobby O' Brady are starting things off for their respective tag teams. Brady stands in the middle of the ring and demands a "headlock challenge" from Tour Ed. Tour Ed carefully makes his way over to Brady and lets the big man apply a side headlock. Brady starts to crank on the pressure but Tour Ed simply stands there unfazed. Dr. Al Zimer starts shouting something to Tour Ed from the outside and Bobby O' Brady suddenly finds himself flattened with a high and tight side suplex! Tour Ed pulls Brady to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and hits a nice overhead release belly to belly suplex! Crusher reaches out and slaps the back of Tour Ed tagging himself in. Tour Ed shoots daggers at is "partner" when he races into the ring and attacks Brady with kicks to the head. As the referee tries to get Tour Ed back on the ring apron, Al Thoes rushes in and clocks Crusher with a clothesline that stuns the former TV Champion! Al drags his partner to his corner and the referee turns away from Tour Ed just in time to see Thoes tag in. Al Thoes rushes Crusher but takes a brutal Samoan drop! Crusher mounts Al Thoes and starts to throw hard right hands at the Celtic Assassin as the fans (and Tour Ed) go nuts! Crusher stands up and pulls Al to his feet, only to have "The Scottish Wrecking Machine" shove him back into the ropes. Crusher slams into Tour Ed and knocks him off the ring apron! The referee signals that is was indeed a tag and Crusher is in his face immediately. Al Thoes rolls to the outside, grabs a stunned Tour Ed and rams him head first into the ring apron. Tour Ed simply looks at Al with puzzlement then rakes his eyes! "BANGKOK!" With the referee tied up with an irate Crusher Tour Ed snatches away the clipboard of Dr. Al Zimer and waffles Al Thoes with it! Thoes rolls into the ring as Tour Ed grabs Zimers pen and carefully scribbles something on the paper before sliding back into the ring. The camera pans down to the notebook and we see the word "PAIN!" scrawled across the page. Back inside the ring Al Thoes catches Tour Ed coming in with an elbow drop across the back of his head. Thoes pulls Tour Ed to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and hits a picture perfect powerslam! He tries to go for a cover but it's broken up by The Crusher! Bobby O' Brady rushes in and takes a high backdrop from Crusher that sends him rolling to the outside. Crusher shoves Tour Ed as he's getting to his feet and yells that he wants a "tag" from his partner. Tour Ed grabs a leg of Thoes and drags his man across the ring towards his corner. Thoes plants his free leg on the butt of Tour Ed and shoves, sending Tour Ed straight into his own partner! The two men crack heads and the referee signals that the tag is legal. Crusher steps into the ring holding his head with one hand and slaps Tour Ed with the other! Tour Ed quickly responds with a T-Bone Exploder suplex on his own partner! Al Thoes is on his feet and his partner Bobby O' Brady has gotten into the ring to watch as the team of Tour Ed and The Crusher come to blows right before their eyes! Brady and Thoes rush across the ring and hit both men with a running clothesline that sends Crusher and Tour Ed to the floor! The referee pushes the Celtic Assassins away from the ropes as he starts his count. On the outside the fight has resumed between Crusher and Tour Ed as they battle along ringside. ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR... The men refuse to give an inch and Dr. Al Zimer is trying his best to yell something to both men. FIVE...SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT... The Celtic Assassins are counting along with the referee as Tour Ed is send over the guard railing into the crowd thanks to a Crusher clothesline! ...NINE... TEN! The referee calls for the bell and the Celtic Assassins now have TWO wins to their credit! The ring announcer informs the crowd the Assassins won via count out and give the duo a nice pop. Well, the ones that aren't trying to get out of the way of a brawling Tour Ed and Crusher. Inside the ring, the Celtic Assassins high five each other and motion that the NAPW Tag Titles will "soon" be around their waists!
Bayman Jakey, with Ol' Salty. Ol' Salty of course has his old sou'wester on his head and a brown bag of spirits. Axle Jaxx enters the arena carrying a box of his cereal, autographing it and handing to a fan at ringside, before getting to the ring. The two get face to face when Bayman offers a pre-match handshake. Axle accepts and gets nailed by a solid right hand by the Newfie. The bell sounds and Axle comes back with a drop kick to Jakey. The Newfie rolls outside to regroup with Ol' Salty. Axle, wasting no time, flies over the top rope with a cross body press driving the two to the guard rail! Axle takes a few seconds to get up, then rolls in to the ring with a nice ovation from the crowd. Ol' Salty revives Jakey and rolls him to the ring as the referee's count gets to eight. Axle throws him into the ropes and misses a dropkick, as Jakey holds onto the top rope. Jakey takes advantage and performs the Bell Island Back Breaker. Axle writhes in pain as Jakey starts to get his senses. Ol' Salty is cheering him on as the crowd begins to boo. Jakey begins to choke Axle and breaks the hold at the referee's four count. Axle is in deep trouble as Jakey picks him up and hits the Long Pond Lariat to the back of his head. Axle is hurt and crawls to the ropes. Taking no time to gloat, Jakey sees his opportunity and grabs Axle's legs, positioning AxleĠs throat under the bottom rope. He drops backwards and whips Axles throat into the rope. Axle is gasping for air and rolls to the floor. The ref admonishes Jakey, who continues to argue, simultaneously letting Ol' Salty get a few fists in on Axle, before rolling him into the ring. Jakey picks Axle up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He runs in nailing a shoulder block, to the midsection. Jaxx drops down to the mat. Jakey positions Jaxx in the corner... here it comes! Jakey nails Axle Jaxx with the Upper Gullies Bum Drop. The academic pin follows up. ONE! TWO! THREE! Jakey pops up in celebration, but the referee noted at the last second that Axle Jaxx was able to get his foot on the bottom rope. He tells Jakey that it's not over, the foot was on the ropes, and Ol' Salty and Bayman Jakey go crazy. Jakey begins berating the referee with a string of unintelligible Newfese. Axle sneaks from behind with a School Boy Roll-up in the confusion... it gets ONE! TWO! And THREE! Axle WINS! The losing streak is over! But before Axle can celebrate, a furious Bayman Jakey begins to the lay the boots to him. The Topsail Toe Twister is applied, and Jakey refuses to let go. Axle is screaming in pain as additional referees show up to restore order. That's about when Ol' Salty hollers at Bayman that it's "Time to go bye!, and they leave to a chorus of boos, a much DIFFERENT reaction from the one Lloyd Rees received on Monday Night Fights. Axle is left holding his ankle, as the referees attend to him.
"Flight of the Valkyrie" hits the speakers and the fans erupt in a chorus of boos and jeers. Van Helden steps out from the curtain with his trademark cocky grin, decked out in his ring gear. He looks ready for action. As Karl gets closer to the ring the booing gets louder. The German takes a microphone. "I'm afraid your masked icon hasn't got the guts to show up tonight." A lot of heat generates from the vocal crowd. "The selfish scumbag wouldn't even give me the courtesy of wiping the floor with his arse in front of his lackeys!" "This guy really p*sses me off!" Bill Hewson says with disgust on commentary. "We all heard his trembling with fear at the thought of facing Predator, and now he's gloating because he thinks he's scared the big man out of town? give me a break!". Karl has finished soaking up the "ASS-HOLE" chants and lets out his arrogant smirk. "I guess that because your fear has gotten the better of you, I am the winner by default, ya? Predator! I hope you are watching this because you can't hide forever. As soon as I place my hands around your neck and drive my thumbs in..."" Karl begins to act this out and becomes real tensed up... "You'll wish you never attacked me in the first place - in fact you'll be wishing that you never woke up this morning. You and these Canadian Fanucks all reckon you can and will beat me? Hah! KVH is going to chew you up, spit you out and toss you away!" Karl continues to smirk, the crowd giving him holy hell. "I apologise to all the internet nerds because the greatest figure in professional wrestling KVH won't be working a Five-Star Masterpiece tonight. And I apologise to all of my female followers, because this body ain't on show forever y'know, ya!" Karl drops the mic and leaves the ring to a lot more booing.
Storm makes their entrance, with Tex in "his" trenchcoat, scarf, fedora etc etc. The Delivery Men somehow didn't see last week's Action! and are in the dark about Tex's "outing" as a heavily disguised female! Delivery Man #2 enters...all by himself. It's true! Delivery Man #1 has given up on life! #2 gets in the ring, Thunder wearing a big grin on his face as he sees it. And it's a double-team from the get-go! Thunder & Tempest immediately attack the lighweight number two, and this is barely a match! Tempest is three-hundred pounds, #2 is one-eighty, and Thunder? He's a damned dirty cheater. Thunder & Tempest send #2 across the ring, double-clothesline is ducked, #2 rebounds off of the other ropes and scores with a flying double split-legged kick, knocking both members of Storm away. A dropkick puts Thunder down, and then #2 runs at Tempest --- Flying head scissors sends Tempest up and over the top rope! #2 is going to give Storm holy hell before he goes down, that's for sure. #2 puts his arms around a rising Thunder, executing the half-nelson bulldog. He covers, but only gets a short two. Chops send Thunder to the corner, holding his throbbing chest in pain. #2 with another knife-edge chop or two, and then he perches Thunder on the top turnbuckle. #2 follows up, looking for a super huracanrana! #2 leaps on Thunder's shoulders and flips backwards, but Tex grabs onto Thunder's ankles, keeping him on the top turnbuckle. #2 still has his legs wrapped around Thunder's neck, keeping himself up, but the distraction is all the momentum Thunder needs to turn it into a super powerbomb! Good Lord, #2 may be broken in half! Thunder with a cocky cover, one, two, #2 gets the shoulder up! Thunder swears and tags in the monster Tempest, who steps in the ring over the top rope. A shot by Thunder sends #2 staggering to Tempest, who delivers a right hand to the side of the head. Back to Thunder, another shot, back to Tempest, another shot! Poor #2, fighting all on his own, is bouncing like a pinball between the Storm members. Thunder steps out and grabs the tag rope, and Tempest wraps both mitts around #2's throat and lifts him up in a vertical choke. The referee starts counting, and Tempest lets go at four. He raises a big hand to the referee, trying to intimdiate the official. #2 is sent to the ropes --- and eats a size sixteen in the face! He went down hard! Tempest covers, one, two, no! #2, somehow, kicks out! Tempest tags Thunder back in, and the lightweight member of Storm clambers up to the top turnbuckle. Tempest puts #2 on his shoulders, they're going for a Doomsday Device. That'll end it right now...hold on! #2 spins around and huracanrana's Tempest, sending him sternum-first into the turnbuckle! Thunder loses his balance from the impact and falls down, crotch-first on the turnbuckle! Tempest shakes the cobwebs loose and turns around... right into a high flipping dropkick by #2, sending Tempest back into the turnbuckle one more time! Storm collapses in a heap in one corner, but that was all the energy #2 has. The crowd is chanting "TWO! TWO! TWO!", trying to rally the lone Delivery Man! But it looks like Tempest and Thunder are going to cut any comeback hopes short. Both men are already on their feet, and Tex is yelling at "his" boys to go for the THUNDERCLASH. Tempest wraps his around #2's throat and prepares to lift him into the gorilla press... Thunder gets on the top rope for his leg drop! Tempest holding #2 high up in the air easily... HOLD THE PHONE, IT'S DELIVERY MAN #1! #1 JUST HIT THE RING! HE CHOP BLOCKS TEMPEST! The big man crumbles and #2 lands right on top of him! Thunder changes targets and flies off the top rope at #1, only to be met by a leaping Bicycle Kick right to the chest! The Delivery Men look over at each other, the crowd going ape... and they hug! The best delivery team in Canada is back in business! #2 hauls up Tempest, #1 Thunder, each working their man over in an opposite corner. #1 & #2 irish whip Storm, who crash right into one another in the center of the ring! Tempest is still standing, but #2 runs at him with a flying cross bodyblock...that takes both men out of the ring! #1 grabs Thunder and prepares for THE BIG DELIVERY...cue Tex jumping on the ring apron and grabbing Delivery Man #1 from behind! Thunder squirms out as Tex holds #1 for a free shot! SWING...AND A MISS! #1 ducks out of the way, and Tex gets clocked! "He" falls to the canvas as Thunder looks on in shock, and that's all #1 needs to roll Thunder up for one, two, THREE! The Delivery Men score the pinfall --- Tempest cuts the victory Celebration short, however, attacking #1 immediately after! Tempest & Thunder laying in big fists right to #1's head, but here's #2! He nails Tempest from behind with a big dropkick! #1 lays Thunder over the top rope with a big lariat, and #2 hits...ONE dropkick! TWO dropkicks! Tempest is leaning against the ropes, but won't go down... #1 gets in front of Tempest, #2 runs at #1, who gives #2 a lift for a SUPER high dropkick, and that puts Tempest over the top rope! Tex joins "his" boys on the outside, who retreat up the aisle, glowering and verbally abusing The Delivery Men. And probably saying something like "I'll get you next time, Gadget!" You know. The Delivery Men slap five and celebrate in the ring with their joyous fans cheering them on.
The challenger enters first. Terry Brandon leads Lobo to the ring, perhaps for the last time. He's blustering to the camera, talking up his man. Lobo is focused and intense. Travelli enters a huge round of boos, and he takes his time getting to the ring. Finally, it's on. The bell rings, and both men lock up. Lobo with a HUGE show of power shoves Travelli down to the canvas. The Don complains to the referee about a hair pull, but the referee doesn't buy it. Another attempt at a lock-up, Travelli gouges the eye. The champion smart enough not to match strength-for-strength with the powerhouse former Olympian. Travelli goes to work with an arm bar, driving his elbow into Lobo's shoulder. Another time for good measure puts Lobo down on one knee. Travelli looks out at the crowd and throws some trash talk their way. Lobo reverses the arm bar with authority, flipping Travelli on his back! Before he can follow up, Travelli (on his knees) rushes to the ropes, and the referee prevents Lobo from attacking while Travelli's in the ropes. The Don smirks at the crowd before standing back up, tapping his head to say "I'm smarter then you!" He turns around into a clothesline that sends him up and over the top rope to the floor below. Lobo looks down and shakes his head, to a round of cheers from the crowd. Terry Brandon is yelling non-stop support & advice at ringside. Don Travelli looks up at Lobo and decides he's had enough. He grabs the TV Title belt from the timekeeper and...starts walking up the aisle? The referee is making his standing ten count, and it looks like Don Travelli is going to intentionally get himself counted out instead of facing Lobo! Of course, Brandon & Lobo both know that the TV title will NOT change hands on a count-out... Travelli's halfway up the aisle, and Lobo charges after him! The Strongman spins Travelli around and hooks him up for a powerslam right in the aisle! Travelli sells it like he's been shot, body arching in pain. Lobo grabs him by the back of the hair and tights, and runs Travelli back to the ring. He hooks Travelli up into a GORILLA PRESS SLAM and presses Travelli back into the ring over the second rope before following up. Travelli rolls to the other side of the ring and out, Lobo slides out and gives chase. Travelli rolls back into the ring and meets Lobo with boots when the strongman gets back in! Veteran instincts by Don Travelli to take advantage in this match. He hits a headlock on the canvas, looking to wear down the big man. Travelli yells at the ref to "ASK HIM!" The referee gives Travelli a look of disbelief. "What, from a HEADLOCK?" "ASK HIM!" "...WHY?" "I SAID ---" Travelli gets cut off as Lobo gets his feet underneath him. Both men in a standing position now and...Lobo backs into the ropes and sends Travelli running. Back body drop coming up, but Lobo telegraphed that and takes a stiff kick right into the chest! The challenger stunned, long enough for Don Travelli to execute a spectacular DDT. Travelli looks out at the crowd and taunts them, yelling out "It's over, CAPEESH?" He drops down to cover Lobo. It gets TWO, with Lobo powering out! Travelli looks worried at the strength left in Lobo, but he starts kicking and stomping away at a rising Lobo, deliering boots into the ribs and abdomen. Lobo is up to his feet but promptly forced into the corner, where Travelli unleashes Sicilian Chops! Crowd "woos" along, of course. And here's the irish whip. Lobo puts on the brakes and sends Travelli into the turnbuckle instead! Follow-up charge squashes Travelli dead --- No! The Don drops low at the last second, and Lobo SMASHES sternum first into the top turnbuckle. He staggers backwards, trying desperately to regain his wind as Don Travelli hops on the second turnbuckle and flies off with a Mafia Kick right to the face! Lobo crashes like a big ole pine tree getting chopped down, and Travelli rolls him up --- the referee doesn't see Travelli grabbing the ropes for added leverage! ONE! TWO! TH--- Lobo still kicks out! Brandon starts jumping almost out of his spats in excitement, slapping the mat now for Lobo to come on! Travelli is incense, and latches on a SLEEPER HOLD! Not quite "Sleepa Widda Fishes", but Lobo is in trouble. The referee checks Lobo's arm...it drops once. And...it drops twice. Brandon has gotten the crowd behind Lobo, cheering "LO-BO, LO-BO, LO-BO!" The referee holds the final arm up...and it stays up! Lobo's arm is shaking now, he's willing himself to his feet as Travelli's eyes widen in horror. Lobo spins behind Don Travelli and lifts The Don up for one HELLUVA neckdrop suplex! Travelli folds over neatly and both men are down!
Lobo pulls himself up to his feet as The Don lays on his belly, one hand on his neck. Lobo is on his feet, still dazed... He shakes the cobwebs loose and suddenly the intensity is back in his face. Lobo stomps the canvas and waits for Travelli to come up... swing and a miss by Don Travelli leads to Lobo sending him flying with a belly-to-belly suplex. Travelli pops back up immediately, and that allows Lobo to send him FLYING into the turnbuckle, Travelli literally ending up inside-out and upside-down before splatting to the canvas. The crowd is feeling it now, as Lobo hooks Don Travelli for a pump-handle slam. Lobo holds Travelli up at the apex, up, up, and DOWN! Cover! ONE! TWO! TH---Don Travelli gets his shoulder up! Never count the champion out. Lobo gets to his feet, and he PULLS THE STRAPS DOWN on his singlet. He grabs Don Travelli and pulls him up, looking for the LOBO DRIVER in the center of the ring! Front face-lock---TRAVELLI WITH A LOW BLOW! The Don just saved his title as Lobo drops to his knees, face a mask of pain. Travelli taps the side of his head and hits the ropes, where Terry Brandon trips him up! Turnabout is fair play, and Travelli turns to scream at Brandon, who yells right back at him! Travelli turns back to face Lobo in disgust, and he grabs Lobo by both cheeks. The Kiss of Death, the taunt preceding Travelli's finisher...Lobo slaps Travelli's hands away! HUGE big boot --- Front-face lock! Lobo suplexes Travelli up, HOLDS him there, then drops him back forwards...INTO THE STO! LOBO DRIVER! LOBO DRIVER! Lobo pops up, roaring, and hooks in the LOBO SLEEPER! Travelli's basically out, and he frantically submits to the sheer power of Lobo's massive arms squeezing the life out of him in the dragon sleeper! It's over! Lobo wins! Lobo is the new NAPW Television Champion! Terry Brandon hops in the ring and celebrates with his 'son', holding Lobo's arm high! The new Television Champion...LOBO! What a match, and that's all the time for Action! this week!
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