NAPW ACTION!

04/06/2006

TV TITLE: LOBO VS. BAYMAN JAKEY

Both men are in the ring with their respective corner folk jawing from outside the ring. Referee Morgan Smythe is not in the mood for any shenanigans in this TV title match and walks over to where Ol' Salty and Lloyd Rees are and yells "GET TO STEPPIN'!" Both men are shocked and remain defiant until Bayman Jakey talks to them and assures them he will be ok on his own. "After all, tis only Lobo," he declares. Rees and Salty are on their way out as Terry Brandon laughs it up and does a little jig. Ref. Smythe turns to him, unamused, and yells "YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!" Terry Brandon cannot believe this and loudly protests. Lobo calms his father down and assures him he can handle things on his own. Terry is not too happy as he too takes the walk of shame to the back. A sign in the audience reads "What the hell is a Bayman Jakey anyway?"

The bell sounds and we are underway. Lobo and Jakey lock horns and the Canadian Olympian has the clear size and strength advantage. He applies a headlock before Jakey throws him into the ropes and Lobo knocks his man down with a hard shoulder charge. Lobo falls hard atop Jakey with a double axe handle and begins pounding away with a closed fist. Smythe admonishes him until Lobo starts laying into him with forearm shivers instead. Lobo sets Jakey up for a textbook suplex and delays him upside down for a while before dropping backwards. Lobo glides into the cover, but Jakey kicks out at 2. Lobo kicks him in the ribs and applies an abdominal stretch that causes Jakey to bellow like a boar. Lobo converts the stretch into a pump handle slam and Jakey is hurting. Lateral press cover, but Jakey manages to kick out at 2. Lobo appears frustrated and whips his man into the ropes, telegraphing the big backdrop by lowering his head too early. Jakey goes with the momentum and executes a nice swinging neckbreaker. Jakey is too winded to capitalize and instead recharges his batteries in the corner. Lobo charges at him in the corner and the Bayman moves in time. Lobo is stunned as Jakey connects with the Longpond Lariat to the back of the head. Jakey makes the cover, but Lobo kicks out at 2. Jakey climbs to the top and looks to end it early with an Upper Gullies Bum Drop, but Lobo springs up to where he is and folds him with a with a Super Back Drop Suplex from up high. Lobo is fired up and ready to chokeslam his man. He catches Jakey by the throat, but a thumb to the eye from the cheap shot artist saves him the fate of the goozle. Jakey hits the ropes and drops Lobo with the Flying Foxtrap Forearm, covers, but only gets 2 again. Jakey is now looking a bit frustrated and takes it out on Lobo with the Bell Island Backbreaker. Jakey climbs to the top again, but Lobo shows his resilience by climbing up after him. Lobo nails his man with a hard right that causes a dizzy spell. Lobo appears ready to nail him with his Lobo Driver, but Jakey fights back with rights and lefts of his own. Lobo springs off the 2nd rope and pulls Jakey down with him, dropping the Bayman's throat across the top rope.

Jakey is down outside the ring and Lobo takes a breather as Smythe counts. Lobo doesn't want to win in such cheap fashion and rolls out to stalk his prey. Jakey has recovered somewhat and grabs at a nearby steel chair he raises it to swing at Lobo, but Smythe grabs the chair from behind, as she is not in the mood for shenanigans tonight. Jakey yells at her as Lobo charges. Jakey ducks just in time and Lobo slams into the steel steps face first. Jakey spits in the vicinity of the ref and reaches under the ring, searching for something. He finds a strategically placed kendo stick and smacks it across the guardrail for good measure. Before he can swing, Smythe bails out of the ring and confiscates the kendo, telling Jakey to earn the title. Jakey doesn't care for this tough woman and blows past her, heading for the timekeepers table. Jakey grabs the TV title and looks ready to use that when a now recovered Lobo grabs him from behind and applies another goozle to Jakey's throat. Lobo wants to chokeslam the nFa member through the timekeeper's table when a rain-slickered arm shoots out from under the ring and POW! right into Lobo's family jewels. Smythe doesn't see this as she is administering the count, and Jakey takes advantage by slamming Lobo's head into the ring post and then rolling Lobo back into the ring. He quickly sprints up to the top rope... Upper Gullies Bum Drop hits Lobo square in the chest. 1, 2, 3! Bayman Jakey steals the win and jumps for joy as the TV title is now officially his. He bails out of the ring and is joined by two fishermen in rain slickers hidden under the ring. The yellow-clad fellows follow Jakey out as he raises the TV title high overhead, reveling in his rhapsody.

THE DELIVERY MEN VS. TOUR ED AND KRUSTY KID PAUL

The fans are not sure what to make of this match. The Delivery Men are accompanied by Tex, former manager of Storm. Krusty Kid Paul is cursing up a storm (hey, a pun!). Tour Ed... is delighted to echo everything KKP says. Delivery Man #2 just seems frustrated. Tour Ed and Delivery Man #1 start off. They lock up, Ed applies a headlock and starts yelling "Fricken!" over and over and over. #1 shoots Ed into the ropes and catches him with a hard clothesline. Ed goes down, swearing some more, and #1 goes for the quick pin, but doesn't even get a one count. Ed rolls to his corner and tags in KKP, who starts shouting stuff not fit for a family broadcast. #1 smacks KKP, yelling "that's no way to speak in front of a lady!" (pointing to Tex). KKP just shrugs, kicks #1 in the gut slaps on a headlock, and yells "(bleep) you, bitch!" at Tex, which gets a surprising pop. #1 tries to push KKP into the ropes, but he holds on. Tex climbs up onto the ring apron, distracting KKP, allowing #1 to get to his corner and tag in #2. #2 glares at Tex, but tries to get his mind back on his opponent. Too late, as KKP jumps #2, hitting him with a lariat. He picks #2 back up and whips him into the corner, where he tags in Tour Ed. Ed, yelling random swear words (much to the chagrin of Dr. Zimer, at ringside) slaps on T-Bone Suplex, driving #2 to the mat. He then drops elbows on his prone opponent, before going for the pin. He only gets two, but Tex has once again climbed up on the ring apron to argue with the ref. #2 has rolled up Ed for a small package, but the ref is distracted. KKP breaks up the pinfall, as #1 is trying to get Tex off the apron. KKP and Tour Ed are using this opportunity to deliver a double clothesline to #2. #1 notices this, too late, and tries to help, but is ordered back to his corner. Tour Ed officially tags in KKP, who delivers a knee smash to #2, then goes for the cover. #1 breaks up the pinfall. KKP picks up #2, Irish whips him into the ropes, then nails him with a vicious spinebuster! He goes for the pin... 1... 2... foot on the rope! #2 is still in this, but he needs the tag badly! KKP tags in Tour Ed, and they deliver a double suplex. #2 writhes in pain as #1 tries to get the crowd to will #2 on. Tex is busy yelling at Dr. Zimer at ringside. Dr. Zimer, being the professional he is, does his best to ignore such outbursts.

Tour Ed drags #2 to his feet, only to take him down with a dragonscrew legsweep. Another cover, this time #2 kicks out. Tour Ed drags #2 back to the corner, tags in KKP, and they nail #2 with a double DDT. #2 is out, and KKP is signaling for his finisher! He drags The limp #2 to his feet, slaps on the German suplex, and drives him into the mat. KKP does the float over into an elbow drop, completing the Bottle Opener! He covers and 1...2... and a bicycle kick from #1 breaks up that sure pinfall! Sharplin starts reading the riot act to #1, as a dazed KKP crawls to his corner. #2, is taking advantage of the time out to slowly crawl to his corner. #1 notices this and immediately gets back so he can get the tag. Slowly, slowly KKP and #2 make the long crawl to their respective partners. The fans are not sure who to cheer for. Luckily they both tag at the same time, so the crowd don't have to choose. Tour Ed and #1 start to lay into each other, rights and lefts. Tour Ed swings with a wild punch, misses, and gets nailed with a half nelson slam. KKP runs in, misses with the clothesline, and gets caught with a half nelson bulldog. #2 has climbed the top rope! And he nails KKP with huge somersault leg drop. Sharplin is trying to get #2 and KKP out of the ring. #1 is trying to get Tour Ed up for a power bomb, but Ed flips #1 over. But before he can capitalize, he notices Tex going after Dr. Zimer. Ed goes over to help him, but #1 has gotten up, and nails Ed with a double axe handle to the back of the head! He goes for the powerbomb again, he has him up, and he nails Ed with the Big Delivery! He goes for the cover! 1...2...3! The Delivery Men have won, but the crowd is not cheering them like they usually do. Even Delivery Man #2 does not seem happy. #1 doesn't seem to understand why everyone is so mad, as he and Tex celebrate the win. KKP is cursing up a storm out side the ring, Tour Ed... is just cursing. Tex and #1 leave together, as #2 looks on, not sure how happy he should be about this win.

LOSER LEAVES HOME: THUNDER VS. TECHNIQUE

Tempest and Thunder are having a quick last-minute conference in the ring before Tupac COMES ALIVE on the sound system. Yes, Technique is brigning GOOD TIMES back to the NAPW as he struts to the ring with lazy charisma. The loser of this match must leave town, which makes working for the NAPW a little daunting. Or impossible. But if Technique is scared, he isn't showing it--at the bell he runs at the white-haired Thunder and WHOO!--unloads with a backhand chop on his chest. Thunder winces in pain, and Technique winds up--WHOO!--another chop to that chest. WHOO! WHOO! Technique's got the crowd behind him with his offense, but Thunder turns it around with a desperation Irish Whip to take his man off-guard. Technique's coming off the ropes into Thunder's clothesline, NO, DUCKED, allowing the fiery Latino to skirt around him and cinch the waist. GERMAN SUPLEX drives Thunder to the mat, and Technique floats over for the pin. Just a one, I should add, otherwise the rest of this text will look confusing. Both men are spry to get on their feet again. Technique goes to the well again with another fierce-looking chop, but Thunder's got that shizzle scouted and catches him with an impromptu Wrist Lock and a cry of "HA!" Thunder throws on an Arm Wringer, turning Technique's wrist like a crank. Technique doesn't seem to like it, and so backflips to "unwind" his arm, then moves in with a Short-Arm Clothesline. Thunder ducks and skirts behind, throwing his OWN German Suplex, but Technique counters by landing on his feet--DROPKICK! Planted firmly to Thunder's ass, sending him wobbling across the ring. The live crowd's having a great laugh at Thunder's expense here, and this is NOT how he pictured the match going. "WHY DID YOU COME BACK?" he screams. "WE WERE HAPPIER WITHOUT YOU!" The crowd doesn't seem to agree, but Thunder charges with a full head of steam anyways--TECHNIQUE WITH A DROP KICK--hits air because Thunder hit the brakes after a few feet, allowing Technique to hit the mat. With a smug smirk, Thunder pounces on Technique, pulling the legs up in a "V", then stomps him in... the abdomen. The ref cautions Thunder to watch his aim, to which Thunder replies, "Hey, ref, does THIS look like an illegal blow?" And he STOMPS him in the abdomen again. No, the ref agrees, that attack's just fine. Thunder STOMPS him again. "So THIS isn't illegal?" No. "So I can do THIS?" STOMP. The ref nods. STOMP. "No disqualification?" The STOMP comes down again, but Technique's on the ball and catches it in his hands--and then Thunder "steps" forward and STOMPS Technique in the face. Tempest silently applauds his partner at ringside as the crowd looks fit to be tied.

Thunder laughs out loud and props the dazed Technique to sit upright on his keister. He beams to the crowd, runs off the ropes and shoots his legs akimbo at Technique--The Shining Wizard FAILS as Technique rolls out of the way JUST in time. The look on Thunder's face tells us HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT, but Technique is right then and there getting to his feet--so is Thunder, but Technique's got the initiative and SPRINGBOARDS off of the second rope--TORNADO DDT! It smashes Thunder's head down HARD. Technique scoops him up and lifts him over his shoulders--screaming "JHOU IN A WORLD OF PAIN, MANG!"--before hitting the Argentine Facebuster, driving Thunder to the mat like he's drilling for oil. Cover for Technique gets two, before Thunder whips his foot out and touches the bottom rope. Technique stands, frustrated, but a frantic Thunder grabs for the nearest support, which happens to be the ref. The ref screams at Thunder and tries to get him to disengage, while Technique looks on, impatiently--and the crowd HOWLS their warning to Technique as the six-foot-eight Tempest silently hits the ring, grinning. Confident, the giant albino walks up to the back of the "unsuspecting" Technique--who spins around and lights his chest up with a backand slap. WHOO! Enraged, Tempest starts giving chase to the smaller man, but Technique manages to stay one step ahead of him, doging from corner to corner--meanwhile, Thunder is standing again, thanks to the ref, albeit groggy from the DDT and Facebuster. The ref sees he's coherent, and steps away--just as Technique dives between his legs, and Tempest, out-of-control, collides with his partner with a Big Boot meant for Technique. The shot smacks aainst Thunder's skull like a sledgehammer blow, sending him crashing to the mat. The ref isn't too sure what to do here, never having DQed anyone for being hit by their own partner before. Tempest looks a little lost himself, looking at the fallen Thunder with the dawning realization that THAT'S NOT GOOD. Technique, meanwhile, has slid out of the ring on one end, run around to the other end, and pops back in to sneak attack Tempest--AND TEMPEST IS PANTSED! The audience DIES LAUGHING, and Tempest looks down, in horror--whatever he thought was going to happen today, having the NAPW fans see his pink bunny boxer shorts wasn't part of it. Mortified, the big man bails out of the ring, while Thunder doesn't quite realize he's dead and starts rising to his feet, more out of it than not--and Technique is out on the ring apron! He gives the signal--

"LET ME HEAR IT, Y'ALL!"

--and the crowd roars in response. Thunder slingshots over the ropes--AND HITS THE CROSSBONES! THUNDER IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT! THAT'S A HOOK OF THE LEG! AND TECHNIQUE IS COUNTING ALONG WITH THE REF! ONE! TWO! THREE! TECHNIQUE HAS FINALLY SETTLED HIS SCORE WITH THUNDER! And not only that, but Thunder's OUT--out of EDMONTON, and out of the NAPW! Technique, all smiles, starts moving his way through the crowd because IT IS SAFE TO BE A GANGSTA AGAIN. Back in the ring, Tempest has pulled his pants back up and scoops up his limp partner to carry him to the back, likely wondering how he's gonna break the news to him that he's fired.

HANDICAP MATCH: PREDATOR VS. DON TRAVELLI AND KARL VAN HELDEN

Predator is in the ring already, waiting for Karl Van Helden and Travelli to make there way to the ring. They make it through the curtain and Predator stares lasers of hate through the two. KVH and Travelli discuss who will start and Karl finally gets in the ring, as Travelli goes to the ring apron. Predator wastes little time and nails a clothesline on KVH very quickly. Predator picks him up and delivers a quick power slam. Van Helden is writhing in pain, as a concerned look comes across the face of Travelli. The Predator allows KVH to crawl to the corner to make the tag. But as Karl arrives Travelli jumps down to stretch out his leg. He tells Karl to give him a minute. The fans start to boo the hell out of Travelli and the chant of “Puss Boy” feels the arena. Predator sees Karl make his way to his feet and charges in with a huge shoulder block. Travelli gets back up on the ring, and Karl is being man handled, err alien handled… as Predator executes a 2 handed choke bomb on KVH. He goes for the pin but gets up off of him at the one count. The crowd can’t believe it. Travelli sees Predator doing the throat slash sign and fiddles in his boot for something. Karl once again is allowed to go tag but what’s this… Travelli is on his cell phone. He tells him that it’s important. Karl shakes his head as the crowds “Puss Boy” chant continues to get louder. Travelli hollers for the crowd to shut up, his mom’s on the phone. The Predator gets a hold of the Mad German and throws him into the ropes catching him on the rebound with a huge Samoan drop. Travelli is jawing with the crowd and Predator picks Karl back up and shoots him into his own corner. Karl sees the opportunity to tag and will not be denied as he FINALLY blind tags the distracted Travelli.

Travelli reluctantly comes in, still walking gingerly on the hurt leg. He tells referee Henry Andrews that Predator has something in his boot. Andrew checks and Travelli smartly thumbs Predator in the eye. He hit’s a big boot to get the big man down. A few kicks in the head and a leg drop have The Predator in a bad way. Travelli tags in Karl and they do a double drop kick on the rising Predator. Travelli exits as Karl nails a running knee lift catching the slumped over Predator in the chin. Travelli calls for a tag and they double team Predator again with a variation of the Hart Attack. The tag team chemistry is reminiscent of the Brain Busters in the 80’s. They never go over Henry Andrews’ five count. Travelli goes for a pin 1...2. Predator kicks out. Travelli lays in some boots before he tags back in Karl Van Helden and the two deliver a double DDT to the Monster known as Predator. Karl goes for the pin. 1...2.. Predator gets boot on the rope. Karl signals it’s over and picks up Predator for the Vertical Suplex pin but Predator slips out. He picks up Karl for “The End” but is near his opponents corner. Travelli blind tags the boot of KVH and Andrews sees it. Predator almost puts Karl through the ring with his version of the Blue Thunder Bomb pin. The pin never takes place as the legal man, Travelli, comes in from behind an applies Sleepa Wida Fishes. Predator is fading fast and is on one knee. Henry Andrews checks his hand once, it goes down. Twice it goes down. One more time and Predator’s hand… goes down. The bell sounds as Travelli and Karl Van Helden have defeated the Monster Predator.

TAG TEAM TITLES: THE RAT PACK VS. THE CELTIC ASSASSINS

The main event opens with the Celtic Assassins coming down to the ring looking GRIM. Bobby O’Brady shouts down some comical comments from the fans, as he and Al Thoes both climb into the ring. A few moments pass, and then it’s all Rat Pack baby. The crowd pops huge for the Tag Team Champions, as Chris Casino and Evan Cartwright make their way to the ring with their shiny new belts. They climb into the ring, have a good laugh at a progressively sourer looking O’Brady, and then convene in their corner. It looks like Evan Cartwright is starting off for the pack, and Al Thoes for the Assassins. Aaaaaaand… there’s the bell!

Cartwright begins by taunting The Scottish Wrecking Machine. He starts luring him in, then dancing away, while an angry looking Thoes shouts at him to be serious. Cartwright laughs at that, only to take one of Thoes’ POWER CLOTHESLINES in retaliation! Cartwright goes head over heels! Thoes sticks his foot in the middle of Cartwright’s back, grabs his arms, and PULLS! Evan grimaces in pain, and shuffles his foot over to the rope! Ropebreak! Thoes hangs on for a count of four, and Cartwright rolls out of the ring, clutching at his back. Casino meets him and they regroup, while Thoes sneers down at them to a chorus of boos. Cartwright gets back in the ring, and Thoes launches himself like a ballistic missile. Cartwright nimbly sidesteps the behemoth, SUPERKICK! Thoes boggles, then collapses, and Bobby O’Brady nearly has a fit in the corner. Cartwright grins at the crowd and slaps his elbow, then hits the ropes… and trips!? O’Brady caught his foot! Cartwright stumbles… into Al Thoes! POWERSLAM! Right in the middle of the ring! And Al Thoes relentlessly applies that modified surfboard stretch again! Cartwright has no where to go… and BOY does that look PAINFUL! CHRIS CASINO! He hits the ring for the save with a dropkick, that knocks Al Thoes free… and the referee gets right in there to push Casino back into his corner, turning his back on the ring! Bobby O’Brady, without missing a beat, hits the ring. He and Al Thoes, hoist up Cartwright… DOUBLE SUPLEX! Oh the humanity! Al Thoes loudly claps his hands and heads for the corner, while O’Brady pulls a limp Evan Cartwright to his feet… and SPINEBUSTER. With authority! Cartwright is being MANHANDLED, and the crowd likes it about as much as Chris Casino does. Bobby O’Brady grabs Carwright by the head… and starts BRUTALLY driving his knees into Evan’s skull! Cartwright isn’t moving! O’Brady rolls him over… there’s a pin! One! Two! KICKOUT! The crowd cheers and O’Brady pummels the mat in anger.

Evan Cartwright is pretty desperate for a tag, and starts dragging his battered body to the corner where Casino desperately reaches out his arm. The Assassins, however, have different plans. The Irish Adonis grabs Cartwright’s foot and DRAGS him to the Celtic Corner, where he tags in Thoes. The Scottish Wrecking Machine and he then proceed to give Evan five seconds of legal double teaming. Boot, boot, boot, boot aaaand boot! Cartwright tries to roll out of the ring, but Al Thoes hauls him bodily to the middle of the ring, and applies the POWER CHINLOCK! Thoes laughs and smirks at Chris Casino, who can only look on in mounting horror as Evan Cartwright flails impotently in his direction. Cartwright is fading! The crowd starts chanting his name, and Casino joins right in! The ref checks the arm! One! Again… two! Is it a knockout!? Third check… NO! Cartwright’s still in the game! He starts trying to power out… but Al Thoes is too STRONG! Cartwright fights with all he’s worth! He lashes out with an elbow… and NAILS Thoes in the GROIN! The ref didn’t see it! The crowd goes APE as Al Thoes is forced to release the hold and clutches at his bruised crotch! Cartwright staggers to his feet, Thoes reaches out to catch him… reversed! SAMBO SUPLEX! Cartwright threw his all into that move and it shows… but Al Thoes has been thrown like a caber! Both men struggle towards their corners… both partners stretch for the tag… Thoes tags in O’Brady! He rushes at Cartwright… TOO LATE! CHRIS CASINO! HOT TAG! He hits the ring like a dealer on a fifteen in blackjack! SUPERKICK and down goes O’Brady! Thoes rushes from the corner, only to get caught with a SNAP SUPLEX! Casino kips up, leaps onto the rushing O’Brady… HURRICANRANA! Thoes rolls out of the ring, Chris Casino hits the ropes, rebound… RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Into a pin! One! Two! And O’Brady POWERS out! Both men rush to their feet… Casino uses the ropes to help himself up… O’Brady charges, red faced! LOW BRIDGE! O’Brady spills from the ring! Casino again goes to hit the ropes… but no! Al Thoes catches his leg from the outside and CLINGS, refusing to let him go! Casino struggles… wait! CARTWRIGHT! DROPKICK from the ring apron, and Al Thoes is sent careening into the guardrail! Casino hits the ropes, rebound… and FLYING CORKSCREW 450 ¼ SPLASH! Right over the top rope! O’Brady is SMASHED into the floor! The crowd is ON IT’S FEET! The ref starts counting everyone out!

Chris Casino manages to roll back into the ring, and starts shouting for O’Brady to follow. O’Brady shakes the cobwebs from his head and gets back in the ring as the ref counts eight. Outside the ring, Evan Cartwright is running Al Thoes’ face along the guardrail! O’Brady rushes Casino, and scoops him up… but Casino spins through… TORNADO DDT! Outside the ring, Al Thoes manages to drive Cartwright into the ring apron. He glances up and sees O’Brady in danger, and goes to get into the ring, but the ref stops him, and the two start arguing! Casino, now, starts calling for O’Brady to stand up! The Irish Adonis staggers to his feet… just as Cartwright hits the ring behind him! The ref is distracted! O’Brady turns to face Chris Casino… SUPERKICK! SWEEP KICK! TOTAL ELIMINATION! Cartwright scrambles out of the ring, just as the ref turns! The crowd SUDDENLY GOES BANANAS! Casino with the pin! THIS COULD BE IT! ONE! TWO! LLOYD REES!? He KICKS Chris Casino RIGHT OFF OF O’BRADY! The ref is calling for the bell! The Rat Pack wins by DQ! But what in the hell is Lloyd Rees doing!?

Outside the ring, the Television Champion Bayman Jakey, and Ol’ Salty have intercepted Evan Cartwright! What’s going on here!? In the ring, Bobby O’Brady has risen and is GLARING at Lloyd Rees, clearly not happy with the interference. Lloyd Rees shouts a few words into Casino’s face, then turns to face the Irish Adonis. This isn’t going to end well… both men just GLARE at one another… then break into smiles!? O’Brady reaches out a hand and The Lemondrop Kid GLADLY takes it as the crowd goes into BOOING OVERTIME! Now the Irish Adonis and the Lemondrop Kid haul Chris Casino to his feet, and NAIL a double fisherman’s suplex on the champion! I think Casino’s been Hung Out to Dry there! The bell keeps ringing! Someone stop this madness! Jakey and Ol’ Salty roll Evan Cartwright into the ring, with Al Thoes crawling in behind him. Lloyd Rees laughs and directs traffic. Bobby O’Brady goes upstairs, while Al Thoes hauls up Cartwright for the Vertibreaker… CELTIC CRUSHER! HOLY HELL! Cartwright may be DEAD! In the other corner, Lloyd Rees climbs to the top rope while Bayman Jakey and Ol’ Salty hit the ring. Bayman hauls up a limp Chris Casino, and NAILS a powerbomb, and then Lloyd Rees with the 360 leg drop! It’s the Newfie Jig! Good LORD! Someone call the POLICE! Ol’ Salty and Al Thoes DRAG the limp Casino to the middle of the ring, and then O’Brady drops Evan Cartwright on top of his partner. Lloyd Rees pulls out a can of SPRAYPAINT, and makes a big show of shaking it as the crowd starts throwing things at the sickening display. Rees sprays a big circle around the fallen Champions, then goes to spray something on Evan’s chest… then stops, smirks… and hands the can of paint to Bobby O’Brady! O’Brady laughs, shakes the can, then sprays “NFA” in big capital letters, right onto Cartwright’s chest!

What are we seeing here!? The Celtic Assassins have sold their souls to the Newfound Alliance! In the ring, Ol’ Salty, Lloyd Rees, Bobby O’Brady, Bayman Jakey and Al Thoes stand in a line behind the two battered champions… and raise their arms in victory, amidst a hail of garbage from the fans. The nFa are a new, dominant force in the NAPW, and they’ve just made their impression…

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