FRIDAY NIGHT ACTION!09/01/2006BACKSTAGE Eli Potts looks like he's fit to be tied, scowling into his cell phone. POTTS: Let me put this charitably: are you retarded? Do you suffer from retardation? If you were, in fact, a mental retard, I MIGHT come to understand WHY you've provided my client, 'The Colossal' Kenny Krenshov, a dressing room so small HE CAN'T EVEN FIT THROUGH THE DOOR. Do you ever ask for ANY information that would make your performance less incompetent or do you just kind of 'wing it' from night to night? I don't care if you've been working one day in talent relations or ten years, what you and EVERYONE needs to know is that MY CLIENT, 'The Colossal' Kenny Krenshov, is a six-foot-nine, three-hundred-sixty-eight-pound man. And if you cant give him a proper dressing room next time, I'm going to give him full permission to run into your office, throw every single things and person out the window, and then use THAT as his dressing room. What do you think about that? Do I have your attention now? Do you think you can handle that? He hangs up his cell phone. POTTS: Idiot. Potts turns around to the hulking Kenny Krenshov behind him, standing stock-still in his warm-ups. POTTS: Kenny? I have bad news. The NAPW seems to hate you, and here's why-- --and then out of NOWHERE comes the ROYAL FOUNDATION! Thomas Young and Prince Darko in with lead pipes--Darko shoves Potts aside like a cardboard cut-out and whaps Krenshov in the shoulder--Krenshov staggers, allowing Young to come in and brain him across the forehead with his. Kenshov falls t one knee, then starts ROARING like an enraged bear and POUNCES both members of the Foundation. Krenshov practically covers both of his assailants, but Darko and Young wiggle free over his shoulders and start whaling on his head and back with their pipes. As Krenshov starts clbbing both men back with both hands and forearms, Eli Potts shrieks "NO!" and futilely tries to pull the giant off of them. Krenshov, however, almos iimediately relents to Potts' plea, and lets both Foundation members go. Young and Darko find their feet, step back, and brandish their pipes like cudgels. POTTS: Don't give it to them, Krenshov! Don't give it away! Darko throws his pipe at Krenshov, who lashes out and swats the pipe out of the air. Darko and Young look at each other, and then Krenshov takes ONE BIG STEP towards them, causing the Royal Foundation to start backing away to the end of the hall. Krenshov simply watches them reverse as the veins bulge in his temples and jaw. "I know it hurts, Kenny, but don't give it away. Save it for Jeff James, big guy, save it for Jeff James."
Juice is in the ring, working to stay limber. It's been a long three-week wait for him, and it's all about to come to a head right this minute--but instead of Mr. Slick's music, "Fight the Power", coming on the PA... instead Mr. Slick appears on the video screen, sitting in the same beach we'd seen him in over the break. Putting his coconut milk down, Mr. Slick laughs. MR. SLICK: HA HA HA HA HA!!! In the ring, Juice looks confused, so Mr. Slick calms himself down long enough to talk. MR. SLICK: That's right, Juice, it's time for you to face an opponent of MY choosing! You will need to win by pinfall, submission or DQ, and HOW you win determines what kind of match we'll have! Meanwhile, I get to finish my relaxing beach vacation--because THAT'S what a Champion does! So, without further ado, let me introduce you to your opponent! And as "Fight the Power" plays, the Mr. Slick double comes out! MR. SLICK: HA HA HA HA HA!!! And then Mr. Slick's friend Tim comes out! MR. SLICK: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! Does this mean--two opponents!? It must, because they're both getting in the ring! Juice's head darts between both enemies, and he rushes Tim wth a dropkick. Tim catches Juice's feet square in the jaw and rolls out of the ring. Mr. Slick's double looks eager to pounce on the recovering Juice--Rear Naked Choke on the young martial artist--Juice turns it around by heaving onto both his and the double's backs. Using both his arms to grip the double's choking arm, Juice buys himself some air and then arches back to trap the double's shoulders to the mat--ONE! TWO! The double breaks the hold and Juice is free to get up. Juice, quick as a hiccup, hits the double with a Knee Drop, HOLDS it in place, then hooks in an MMA Elbow Lock. The double grimaces in pain, but Tim grabs onto his ankles from outside the ring, and with a wrenching TUG, pulls him right to the ropes. The ref enforces a break on Juice's hold, and Juice stands to start threatening Tim at ringside. Big mistake, as the double slips in underneath behind him and rolls him up with a Schoolboy WITH TIGHTS--ONE! TWO! KICK-OUT as Juice pulls himself away from certain defeat. Both men are back on their feet, Juice goes to Irish Whip the double, double reverses and whips JUICE into the ropes, rebounds into a Slick-like Back Body Drop! Slick's double climbs to the second rope, comes off with a Knee Drop, rolling right over Juice's forehead. Hauling Juice up, it's a Backbreaker--shades of Mr. Slick--and the double hooks the leg for the cover. One! Two! Shoulder up! Mr. Slick's double isn't pleased--he thought he had it! He pulls Juice up to standing again, and gets set to haul him up to a Vertical Suplex--Juice hooks the double's leg and blocks it! Mr. Slick's double hauld with all of his might--Juice isn't going anywhere! He stps attempting, and before he can try anything else--KIMURA! A shoulder lock takedown, and one of Juice's specialties! And this is dead center in the ring, so Tim can't provide a ringside assist--so he rshes back into the ring--JUICE IS READY FOR HIM! IPPON THROW--that vicious over-the-shoulder Arm Drag! Juice releases Tim and turns his head back to the double--AND EATS CLOTHESLINE! The double slaps Tim awake, both men hoist the dazed Juice up to his feet, point to Mr. Slick's image on the video screen-- MR. SLICK: HA HA HA HA HA!!! --then act in concert to give him a HARD DDT! Juice's head is driven into the mat, and it's TIM that hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! The crowd TEARS into what they've seen, and what they've seen is Mr. Slick find another way to protect his TV Title--and THIS time he did it while on vacation!
Triple Threat action on Action! Dez Carter is in the ring, along with his two opponents: Crusher and Nightmare. Morgan Smythe gets to try and control this probable chaotic match. Dez has Asuka pumping the crowd up. The bell sounds with Nightmare and Crusher discussing some strategy?? Yes, they have a plan and it they bump fists as Dez' face turns to a very concerned expression. Dez must have forgotten that his opponents were once partners here in NAPW. They run at Dez, attempting a double clothesline, but Dez slides between and nails a double dropkick, that sends both into the ropes. Dez follows in with a double clothesline attempt but it's A DOUBLE CHOKE-SLAM ON DEZ. Dez is down, Asuka looks concerned. Crusher wastes no time and applies a mafia style boot to the head of Dez. Nightmare thinks he can do better and he knocks the hell out of Dez with a straight boot of his own. Crusher picks up Dez and hooks him for a Stalling Suplex. Dez is up for five, ten, Wait- He has gotten free and drops down, landing on his feet behind Crusher. Nightmare is just watching, and is waiting for his turn to chime in. Dez hooks Crusher for a Dragon Suplex and Nightmare with the clothesline on Crusher to aid Dez. THAT WAS AWESOME. The crowd is going nuts. Crusher looks hurt. Nightmare didn't let his plan with Crusher get in the way of a great tandem move. Nightmare is on Dez again though, no friends in triple threat, as he lands a elbow to the back of Dez' head. All three are crowd favorites, but Asuka is getting the crowd up for Dez, the Pure Honor man. Nightmare with a Crossface Chicken Wing. Bob Backlund would be semi proud if he wasn't too busy running for president, or mayor, or King of Bellvue. Anyhow, Dez is in a lot of pain, and is fading fast. He needs help. Crusher is up and gives him that help even if it's selfish help. Boot to the head of Nightmare gets the behemoth to let go. Nightmare is up and looks mad. Crusher yells about "The Plan" and Nightmare nails him with a right. Crusher retaliates with a right of his own. They go at punch after punch and Dez is up is picking his spot. Crusher sees Dez setting Nightmare and elbows Nightmare backward into an Olympic Slam. Dez covers, only to get drug off him. Crusher attempts a pin. Dez is up with a leg drop to Crusher's, nope to Nightmares face. Crusher felt Dez behind him and moved. Great instincts on Crusher's part. Crusher is attempting an inverted DDT but Dez fights it. Crusher still has the face lock and he gets clocked with a boot. Nightmare nailed him, as these men will not stay down. Crusher lets go of Dez who is prey for Nightmare. Inverted Shoulder breaker on Dez. Nightmare can't pin because Crusher catches him with a SPEAR!! He only got part of it, Crusher slipped when he exploded. Nightmare isn't that hurt and Crusher looks pissed. Crusher looks over at Dez and picks him up for a devastating Samoan Drop. Is Dez out? Crusher is up and is smiling, until Nightmare- DREAMCATCHER!!! That was one sick move. The ring moved with that impact. The crowd is standing up. This is over. ONE!! TWO!! THRE--- NO!! DEZ CARTER WITH A SHINING WIZARD ON NIGHTMARE!! Nightmare rolls out of the ring. Dez covers Crusher. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Dez Carter is the winner of a hard fought three way match. Nightmare looks mad outside. He was an inch away from the win. Dez gets his hand raised in victory by Morgan Smythe and Asuka. Crusher looks hurt and is getting looked at by a trainer.
Big Sugar cues up, and out walks Edmonton's former favorite son. Mark Millar comes through the curtain on a motorized golf cart type thing, towing a big crate (covered with a curtain) behind him. The crowd jeers him as he honks the horn and shuts it off. The Moose steps into the ring, microphone in hand. He grins, flashing a pearly- white cocksure smile through his unruly beard. "What's up Edmonton?" The crowd boos. "Tuesday night, the new Ol' Moose did what he said he'd do: Beat Patrick Kidd in the middle of th' ring and keep th' winning streak going. But y'see, I'd wanted another match. I wanted... CARTER OWENS." Cheers! "So I waited all summer long, waitin' and drinkin', waitin' and drinkin'... and I didn't hear nothing. Not a peep. Not a cluck. I don't know what kinda man Carter Owens is... but he don't seem like any kinda real man." "We want Ow-ens, Mill-ar sucks!" "So without further nonsense, I want to present to all of you dead-end job workin' Edmontonians an honest portrait of Carter Owens..." "Love can take a little more!" Skillet interrupts whatever Moose was preparing to do. The crowd pops huge as Carter Owens storms to the entrance way. He pauses briefly, looking out over the Action! crowd... then sprints to the ring! He slides in, Moose immediately laying in the boots. He pulls Owens up and starts laying in right, right, right hands. Into the ropes, irish whip... Owens comes off the ropes and explodes with a lariat! That knocks Moose down, but he gets back up. Owens hits the ropes again, Moose tries to catch him with his own lariat but Owens ducks that one, then grabs Moose from behind... Bulldog! Cover gets two. Owens pulls Moose up and hits the pendulum backbreaker. Moose puts his hand on on his back, a scream of pain escaping his lips as Owens grabs a chinlock, then jams his knee into Moose's back. Referee asks Moose if he gives up, he shakes his head. Owens lets go, then hits the ropes... boot right to the small of Moose's back! Yell of pain for that, and Owens is fired up! Moose tries to stumble away, but Owens boots him in the gut... standing headscissors? He pulls Moose up, not for 11:52, but a... POWERBOMB! Owens holds on, and showing some incredible strength, picks the 267 pound Moose up for a second powerbomb! He holds on for the cover, one, two, Moose gets out at the last second. Fireman's carry takeover from Owens as he goes for the cross armbreaker. Moose makes the ropes in a hurry. Owens pulls him up, throwing some forearms, and hits an irish whip. Moose reverses, sending Owens to the ropes, and he catches him with the Stun Gun! On Tuesday Night, Moose used that move (plus feet on the ropes) to beat Kidd... this time, he uses it to insult Carter Owens. Owens drops to the canvas holding his throat as Moose poses for the crowd, drawing heat. Moose pulls Owens up, scoop slam. Elbow drop, then another, then another, then ANOTHER! Rapid-fire elbow drops lead to a pin for two. Moose grins, then says "it's over!" Roughneck comin' up --- Owens slips out! He ties up with Moose, but a thumb to the eye puts the brakes on that. Moose starts unloading the big right hand, forcing Owens into the corner. Moose sends Owens across the ring into the other turnbuckle, reversed again. Moose slams into the turnbuckle! Owens yells to the crowd and charges for a corner splash REFEREE NAILED. Moose pulled the referee in between him and Carter Owens, and the ref took the worst of the splash. Carter Owens shakes the referee, who is shaken but not seriously injured... Satisfied, Owens nails a toe-kick to Moose's gut! He's going for 11:52! Standing headscissors again... LOW BLOW. Moose drops to his knees and drives the forearm into Owen's babymaker. The Moose takes the opportunity to hoist Owens onto his shoulders... and this time, the ROUGHNECK connects, pancaking Owens into the canvas at high velocity. Millar covers, hooking the tights for good measure, as the referee gets in position to count ONE, TWO, THREE. The Moose wins, to the displeasure of this crowd. Moose immediately rolls out of the ring... and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He throws it into the ring, the referee narrowly avoiding it. Moose rolls back in. Carter Owens is dazed, but beginning to get to his feet. Moose has the chair, Owens is up, turns around... CLANG. Moose bounces the chair right off the skull of Carter Owens! The man drops to the canvas as Moose grins, cocksure and brash. Moose throws the chair down and then rolls to the outside. He pulls the curtain off the golf cart's trailer... it's a crate of some kind? Millar quickly positions the crate next to the canvas and rolls back in. What the hell is he going to do here? Oh my goodness, Carter Owens is busted wide open! Moose picks Owens up onto his shoulders again... ROUGHNECK TO THE OUTSIDE! Owens crashes through the crate, which immediately explodes in a cloud of feathers and terrified squawking! Suddenly, a half-dozen chickens are freaking out around the unconscious body of Carter Owens. The Moose roars with laughter, grabbing the microphone. "THat's the kinda man Carter Owens is, the kinda man that couldn't even respond t'my challenge himself! He's a goddamned chicken! Hey Owens, ain't that yer sister right there? BAWK BAWK BAWK. All I wanted was a challenge, Owens, and ya couldn't even bring that! Enjoy the family reunion, man!" Moose's music hits and he celebrates in the ring as officials scramble out to contain the panicked poultry running amok over and beside Carter Owens. He's going to be angry when he wakes up...
Krenshov and Potts are already in the ring--Krenshov looking a little bruised around the face and neck, and a massive tenser bandage wrapped around his left shoulder, remnants of the backstage ambush attempt by the Royal Foundation. Not that the crowd seems to be showing them any sympathy--that's when AkForty kicks in, and Jeff James struts through the curtains, followed by Saki. The crowd dumps a little on James, too, which seems to give James a bit of worry. He hits he ring and climbs turnbuckles to flaunt it for the crowd--all the while Krenshov follows him around the ring thru his massive head and neck.The bell rings and it's ON! Referee Dick Kiebiech on hand, a rare Action! apearance these days by the senior ref. As if by hidden signal, Krenshov SNAPS into action, lunging at James with a clothesline--a big, clumsy clothesline, as James proves himself quite capable of dodging. Krenshov lunges at James again, looking to seize him in a bear hug--James deftly KICKS Krenshov in the hand and blocks the attempt, then sweeps a low roundhouse into Krenshov's knee, stalling the big man. James goes for broke--backing up against the ropes, he explodes into his patented Jumping Superkick--it catches Krenshov in the solar plexus, winding him and sending him back flailing. The giant staggers, teeters, and flails all the way back into the opposite set of ropes. James goes after Krenshov with a running start and decks him in the ribs with a Running Forearm Smash--this barely fazes "The Colossal", who manages to scoop James up and beal him down in a Power Slam. The fans take a quick vocal disliking to Krenshov, chanting "You can't wrestle!"--and Potts looks about ready to lose his mind trying to shut the Edmonton fans up. Krenshov hears the jeers, and looks like he's about ready to climb out of the ring and earn himself another jail sentence--but instead focuses on Jeff James. Krenshov finds James recovering from the slam and getting back to his feet, and a low running boot to the temple knocks him down again. Krenshov pulls his dazed opponent up and sends him off with an Irish Whip--Running Big Boot--DUCKED! James keeps running, rebounds, and Krenshov turns around to suck up a Flying Lariat! Jeff James is all business--and the business is Giant-Killing! Krenshov is taken off his feet, and James is right on top of him now! James rains down fists--RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! Krenshov SWATS the lighter man off of him, and rolls up to his side. James wastes no time--he pounces on the semi-risen Krenshov like a rabid dog! James locks on an Ashigatame armbar, working to hyperextend Krenshov's bandaged shoulder. Krenshov bellows in pain, while Kiebiech gets in position to check for a potential submission. James wrenches and torques on the arm, while Krenshov's grimaced face pours seat until his very complexion changes... red-faced, nostrils flaring, Krenshov's eyes practically BULGE out of their sockets... and instead of submitting, Krenshov PLANTS his free hand on the mat and FORCES his way to his feet. Sensing Krensov shifting under him, James relinquishes the hold and runs to the ropes again for speed. Krenshov looks OUT OF HIS MIND, but when he turns around, James is off his feet--LOU THESZ PR--CAUGHT!!! "Colossal" Krenshov has Jeff James caught--in an Atomic Bear Hug! James yelps--Krenshov's massive arms have been caught underneath his arm-pits, and now Krenshov's massive bulk is working on collapsing James' rib cage. Kiebiech is now checking James for a submission, but Krenshov doesn't give him the time, instead worrying James from side-to-side like a caught mouse. Eli Potts is grinning from ear-to-ear... Saki, gripping his bat, not so much. James, his face wrenched in agony, struggles to keep his limbs from failing--but another round of shaking from Krenshov prevents any forward momentum. James desperately starts flailing his arms--and starts hammering chops down on Krenshov's bandaged shoulder. Krenshov stops shaking James, and James starts hammering down more shots to the shoulder. Krenshov breaks the hold, and James spills out, unsteady, to his feet. James, eyes glazed, throws another series of rights to Krenshov's mug--and Krenshov shifts forward to collide his forehead to James' with an effective headbutt. Krenshov stands up to his full height, and shoulder be damned, ties him up with a Suplex... Powerslam! Krenshov hooks the leg--ONE! TW--what's this? Saki has run into the ring with his bat--and Senior Referee Dick Kiebiech breaks the count to stop him! Saki freezes, being caught red-handed--he's a little amazed Kiebiech was onto him! Kiebiech motions to the ramp--he's OUT OF HERE! With an incredulous look, Saki is sent packing--and now James breaks free from under Krenshov! James boxes both of Krenshov's ears with a quick Bell Clap, and Krenshov gets stalled--James draws breath--roars for the crowd--and jumps for the Facebust--KRENSHOV CATCHES HIM! STANDS... DOMINATOR! Jeff James has just been Dominated like a rag doll! Krenshov is snorting through flared nostrils, looking at his downed opponent--and meanwhile, Eli Potts is screaming blue murder at ringside! MyGod, what mor does he think Krenshov can do--he's picking Jeff James up! But James must be knocked out cold--here it comes--TOTAL ECLIPSE! A fearsome Jackhammer, but Krenshov gut-punched James on the way down! There doesn't seemto be ANY life left in James... Kiebiech's counting a lazy pin, let it be over! ONE! TWO! THREE! The crowd DETESTS what they've seen, but Krenshov finally looks... PLEASED? Is that a SMILE on the giant's face? Eli Potts hits the ring, shoves Kiebiech out of the way, and raises his client's hand himself. The crowd is taunting Krenshov no more--now they just see a MONSTER. Action! comes to a close, and heaven help the NAPW--what's going to happen next?
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