TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.

10/24/2006

Underoat's "In Regards To Myself" opens up the show... it's Edmonton, Alberta Canada and the crowd at the Polish Hall is the usual loud and rowdy 600+ fans ready for an action-packed night of NAPW wrestling! Frank Warburton is the ring, ready to get this party started. Jack "Attack" Jones & Bill Hewson are at the announce position... and here we go.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag match will be contested under "Superstar Rules," and it will be for one fall! Introducing first at a combined weight of five-hundred and seventeen pounds... Rod Hardway and Dutch Flanagan, Stiff Competition!

"King of The Kill" by Annihilator begins to play as Stiff Competition blasts through the curtains, the arena fills with jeers as Stiff Competition make their way to the ring. The seem to feed off the jeers as they climb into the ring...

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second! Weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and ninety-four pounds... Superstar Thomas Deathrow and Krusty Kid Paul... Sexy Adorable Drunks!

The music is quickly changed to that of "Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred, but the jeers cease to stop as the Sexy Adorable Drunks make their way to the ring. Crowd doesn't like either one of these teams. KKP and STD stop a moment to exchange words before sliding into the ring. They get to their corner and await the bell...

Which sounds and the match is on! Rod Hardway and Krusty Kid Paul are the first to start, they lock up in collar-elbow fashion and Krusty Kid Paul gets the early advantage. He locks in a hammerlock before delivering a hard elbow to the back of Rod Hardways head. Hardway spins and delivers a vicious right hook! It causes Krusty Kid Paul to stumble back, Hardway grabs hold and sends his man to the ropes with an irish whip --- Mafia Kick! Dodged! Krusty Kid Paul dodges the kick and spins behind Rod Hardway.. Back Suplex! The move barely phases Rod Hardway and he is up to his feet quickly. Big Boot! knocks Rod Hardway down! Krusty Kid Paul grabs hold of a momentarily incompacitated Rod Hardway and drags him to his corner. He tags in Superstar Tommy Deathrow! The two lay in a few hard stomps before Morgan Smythe asks for Krusty Kid Paul to get to his corner. Tommy Deathrow stomps Rod Hardway a few more times before lifting him up to his feet. Knee to the gut! DDT! Tommy Deathrow quickly applies a reverse chinlock and...The Celtic Assassins begin making there way to the Ring? Al Thoes and Bobby O'Brady begin to head down the ramp, the crowd begins cheering and The Celtic Assassins begin to scout their opposition. Tommy Deathrow looking to impress lifts Rod Hardway to his feet and hits a technically sound kick to the groin.

That sends Rod Hardway to the mat in deep agony. As Tommy laughs and tags in Krusty Kid Paul. Rod Hardway still in pain is easily taken advantage of by Krusty Kid Paul. Foot across the chest! Pin! One! Two! Shoulder up! Krusty Kid Paul shrugs his shoulders before lifting Rod Hardway to his feet. Low Blow by Hardway!! Hardway begins slowly walking to his corner and tags in an eager Dutch Flanagan. Dutch rushes Krusty Kid Paul and delivers a painful running elbow! Krusty Kid Paul screams in pain and Dutch Flanagan grabs a headful of hair to lift him to his feet. Irish Whip! Reversed by Krusty Kid Paul! Crossbody press by Dutch Flanagan!! He hooks the legs, the pinfall gets TWO. Still with the advantage, Dutch Flanagan hauls off and kicks Krusty Kid Paul in the ribs with all his strength. The wind is knocked from Krusty Kid Paul and Dutch Flanagan follows up with yet another kick! Krusty Kid Paul is in a world of hurt as Dutch begins a flurry of kicks aimed at Krusty Kid Paul! Wait! Krusty Kid Paul Catches Dutch's foot! Tripped! Dutch falls to the floor and Krusty Kid Paul scrambles to his corner. Tag! A fresh Tommy Deathrow makes his way into the ring and... and nails a dropkick! to the face of Dutch! Tommy Deathrow sticks his hand down his pants... and lifts Dutch to his feet... Oh No! Sweaty Ball Claw!! Dutch looks as if he's about to puke and the Celtic Assassins look in disgust. Dutch is trying frantically to escape but his attempts are rendered futile! He falls to the ground and Tommy Deathrow has a look of suprise. He smiles then shrugs and goes down for the cover. Reversed! Small Package by Dutch! One! Two! Krusty Kid Paul makes the save!

Tommy Deathrow lays on the ground for a few second before going to his feet, but it gave Dutch Flanagan time to tag in a fresh Rod Hardway! Hard lariat takes Tommy Deathrow off his feet and Rod goes for a cocky cover with his eyes fixated on the Celtic Assassins. One! Two! Shoulder up! Tommy Deathrow makes it quickly to his feet and nails Rod Hardway with a boot to the back of his head! Deathrow grabs hold of Rod and tosses him across the ring. Blind Tag by Dutch! Dutch rushes! Back Body Drop! Dutch lands on the outside! The Celtic Assassins try to help him up. Dutch just pushed the Celtic Assassins! "Back Off!" he yells. "Only trying to help" they reply. The hot-tempered southerner, well, loses his temper and delivers a hard fist to O'Brady! Al Thoes delivers a fist to Dutch and O'Brady irish whips him into the steps! They lay into him with stomps before they press him into the ring! Krusty Kid Paul runs into the ring... dropkick sends Rod Hardway off the apron! Sexy Adorable Drunks take advantage of the situation, hook Dutch up... we haven't seen this in a while! Oh God! THE HANGOVER! Tommy Deathrow goes for the cover! One! Two! Three!!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winners of this match..Sexy Adorable Drunks!

But the fight isn't over! Rod Hardway is running over to where the Celtic Assassins are located! He takes O'Brady down with a hard right hand! Al Thoes is quick to defend his partner and they begin exchanging blows! Sexy Adorable Drunks look on and laugh at their opponents for next week's triple-threat... but the fight is making it their way! Al Thoes slides into the ring and Rod Hardways follows close behind! O'Brady is getting back to his senses. Suddenly, a low blow wipes the smile off of KKP's face. The dazed Flanagan is trying to collect his senses... h e goes for Deathrow! O'Brady is in the ring and Rod Hardway is being double teamed by the Celtic Assassins! Krusty Kid Paul makes it back to his feet! He jumps onto the Celtic Assassins! Throwing his entire arsenal at them! Deathrow and Dutch still exchanging rights and lefts! Clothsline by Deathrow! It sends both of them tumbling over the top rope! Security makes their way to the ring to end the brawl! The bell rings repeatedly, the referee has lost all control as TNF goes to commercial!

David Banks. A man looking to take the first major step on his path to NAPW championship glory. On Action!, it's his opportunity to make his mark. In one night he can earn a Pure Honor title match. It's time for the wrestling world to take notice of David Banks. It's time for David Banks to take his place among the champions.

Back to action now. "Ibi Dreams of Pavement" plays and the fans go crazy for Patrick Bickle. He steps out, minus Mr. Maps, and gives the same semi-smirk to the crowd he's been giving the last few appearances he's made in NAPW. He looks ready for the match.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, weighting in at ne hundred seventy-five pounds! He is the former Pure Honor Champion, he is PAAATRIIICK BIIICKLE!

"Rebirth" is next to come on over the PA, and Patrick Kidd steps from behind the curtain to a big pop from the NAPW faithful. He looks focused, ready as ever to prove he deserves his Heavyweight title shot.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds, "The Outlaw" PAAAATRIIIICK KIIIIIIID!

The two wrestlers are about ready to get it on, when all of a sudden...

"HOLD ON! I'M COMING!"

To a chorus of boos, "Perfection" Evan Cartwright comes down to ringside, taking a seat alongside Jack Jones and Bill Hewson at ringside.

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: How you doin', fellas, good to see ya.

JACK JONES: No, no, no, it's good to see you!

BILL HEWSON: If I can interupt this mutual admiration society... What are you doing here, Cartwright, you're not scheduled to compete.

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Just a little scouting, William, it never killed anybody.

BILL HEWSON: I prefer Bill.

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Anyways William, aren't you the play-by-play man? Call the match already.

In the ring, the Patricks don't seem all to worried about Cartwright. They engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, and Bickle shoves Kidd to the floor. Kidd bounces up, they tie-up again, and this time it's Kidd with a hiptoss to Bickle. Kidd follows up with a reverse chinlock, knee placed in the back for that extra "oomph". He wrenches back a bit, then releases. Bickle counters quickly with a double leg takedown, and quickly mounts Kidd, hammerring away with elbows. He picks Kidd up off the mat, irish whips him, and bends down for a backdrop....Kidd grabs the ropes! Bickle recovers, in time to counter Kidd's DDT attempt into a great Northern Lights Driver! Bickle with an STF! He's got it locked in tight, Kidd needs to shake free or get the ropes! He reaches...reaches....got em! Bickle releases his hold and goes for a knee drop, dodged by Kidd. Kidd in turn hits a running single arm cutter on rising Bickle, and follows with a fist drop off the ropes. Bickle avoids the fist drop, instead grabbing Kidd's arm and applying a Fujiwara Armbar!

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Nice back and forth action. I like it.

BILL HEWSON: These great competitors are putting on a clinic!

Kidd rolls forward out of the Fujiwara, kicking Bickle off of him into the ropes, chest first. Kidd follows, looking for a roll up, but Bickle feels him on his back and grabs the ropes. Kidd crashes to the mat, and Bickle drops a nicely placed elbow into Kidd's solarplexus. Bickle then hits a stiff cross arm breaker, and Kidd clutches his arm in pain. Bickle with a standing REAR NAKED CHOKE! Kidd is fading, he's gonna have to tap or he'll pass out! He's trying to shake Bickle off, but he grapevines him! The two are on the mat, Kidd is being strangled! Wisely, he forces his body weight over, on top of Bickle, putting him in a pinning position! Sharplin with the cover! ONE! BICKLE LETS GO! Kidd gets back up, a little groggy, and sees Bickle coming at him with a flying elbow! Kidd with a DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER! Big impact! He's got momentum now, here he goes with a Stun Gun! Connects! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Kidd picks Bickle up, head tucked under his armpit, and tries a swinging neckbreaker. COUNTERED into high angle belly to back suplex, Kidd landed awkwardly on the back of his head, close to the ropes. Bickle sees this decides to go for the win right here. ROLL CREDITS! It's the new submission finisher! The intense pain snaps Kidd out of it, and he needs to find the ropes. Reaching desperately with his feet, he locks his toe under the rope, and Sharplin breaks the hold. Bickle looks upset with himself over the missed opportunity. He decides to break out something a little more....retro Bickle. Off the ropes, corkscrew lariat on Kidd! Standing moonsailt to follow! The fans are on their feet now! Bickle waits for Kidd to rise, but gets caught with a nicely executed European Uppercut. Release fisherman suplex on Bickle, right over the top rope, directly in front of Cartwright. Cartwright just stands there, not interfering.

BILL HEWSON: So you really are just scouting?

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Do you know me to be a liar, William?

Bickle slides back in, and he meets Kidd with a knee smash to the gut. He gets him in a side headlock...FLIP-OVER REVERSE DDT! WHOA! The fans pop huge for the incredible move. He wants to end the match now, he goes for Roll Credits one more time...it's locked in! Or is it? Kidd is squirming...snapmare! Bickle gets up and turns right into the Crimson Tide..COUNTERED! Bickle with a back body drop, followed by a nice spinnging jump leg drop across Kidd's thoat. Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

So close! Bickle picks Kidd up, grabs him in a front waistlock, but Kidd with a punch to the side of the head. Another! Kidd breaks free, and executes a textbook head and arm suplex! Another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-SHOULDER!

Hop-Over Neckbreaker from Bickle! Kidd recovers and hits a Swivel Side Suplex variant, slamming the back of Bickle's head to the mat! It gets a LOONNNG two count. The crowd rises to their feet, cheering and clapping for the two NAPW superstars. It's truly anyone's match, and the fans appreciate the effort these two are giving! Back to their feet, Bickle nails Kidd with a brutal lariat, cover gets TWO. He pulls him up, what's he going for here? What it was, Kidd counted! He was Bickle on his shoulders! TKO! But he can't cover, he's too exhausted! The fans are going CRAZY!

JACK JONES: Wow, these guys are gonna tear the roof off this place, Hewson!

"PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Impressive. Most impressive.

BILL HEWSON: What's it going to take to score the pinfall in this contest? Both men continue to get up, but they're on the point of exhaustion!

The two lie motionless after the TKO, but Bickle got the worst of it. Kidd is up first, and decides that desperate times call for desperate measures. He's up on the top rope, what's he doing? NOTHING, because Bickle springs up and crotches Kidd on the ring ropes! Bickle with a few right hands, and now he climbs to the second turnbuckle. Right hand from Kidd! Elbow smash to Kidd's gut by Bickle, and he's on the top rope along with Kidd. He hooks him up for a superplex, and has him up over his head! Kidd SLIDES OFF, and as he falls he grabs Bickle's head in reverse DDT position, locks his feet underneath the top ROPE, and hits an AMAZING DRAGON SLEEPER SUPERPLEX ALL IN ONE MOTION! OH MY GOD!

THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY! CRAZY! WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE MOVE!

Kidd, barely conscious, rolls over and covers Bickle!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

He did it! What a match!

FRANK WARBURTON Here is your winner, "The Outlaw" PAAAATRIIIICK KIIIIIIID!

JACK JONES: I've NEVER seen a move like that before, how in the hell did Kidd pull that off?

BILL HEWSON: Both of these men put on an incredible performance, either man could have one depending on the outcome of the superplex position Bickle had Kidd in. Kidd was able to counter it, and that was quite possibly the most amazing move I've ever seen, rivaling the legendary Top of the Cage NyQuil Driver from Joker's Wild that won D! his second NAPW Championship.

EVAN CARTWRIGHT: Shut it, William. Enough is enough!

Cartwright gets up and rolls into the ring. From behind --- he hits an exhausted Kidd with the Roaring Elbow! He picks up a still downed Bickle and crushes him with a Sambo Suplex! The boos are THUNDEROUS, but Cartwright just revels in the spotlight and motions around his waist. "THAT BELT IS MINE!" With that, Cartwright leaves the ring, heads up the ramp and goes backstage, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake! These three men all want the NAPW Heavyweight Title, but the only thing that is for certain is this: It will be one HELL of a match. Cut to commercial.

Dez Carter. The very man Simply Beautiful defeated to become the Pure Honor champion. Dez Carter is one of the singularly most talented men in NAPW. He wants his title back. And all he has to do is win the Round Robin this Friday night on NAPW Action!. Get Carter.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! And By order of Commissioner Winchell, The Royal Foundation has been banned from ringside!

The fans pop for this, as they look forward to a clean match. "Through The Black" hits the speakers, and Thomas Young emerges from the curtains, looking none too pleased about the match ahead.

FRANK WARBURTON: Making his way to ringside, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 245 pounds: Thomas Young!

And the fans boo heartily... until "Step Up" blares (I didn't know Drowning Pool had another song) and "Big Bad" Brian Bruno makes his way to ringside, getting a respectful pop from the crowd.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 271 pounds: BIG BAD BRIAN BRUNO!

Bruno races to the ring, eager to get his hands on Young. Young smartly goes to the outside, letting referee John Sharplin hold back his angry opponent. Young finally decides to get into the ring, and Sharplin calls for the bell. Bruno lets his frustration get the better of him as he grabs Young and starts punching. Young gets to the ropes, Sharplin tries to break it up, and Young gouges Bruno in the eye. Now taking the offensive, Young lands a clubbing forearm to the back of Bruno's head, then hits the ropes and comes back with a boot to Bruno's face. The "Big Bad" man is down, and Young is soaking up the boos. He slaps on a headlock, trying to keep his angry opponent quiet, and grounded. Bruno pushes up on his hands, then powers his way to his feet. He manages to get a hand between Young's arm and his throat, powering his way out of the hold. Just when it looks like he's going to break free, Young jabs a thumb into Bruno's windpipe! Sharplin threatens a DQ, but Young just smirks, lifts up Bruno for a back suplex... no YOUNG CUTTER! He nails the move, and goes for the cover! One... Two.. Bruno kicks out!

Young tries to keep momentum (even if he thought that should have been a three) by slapping on the Royal Clutch! Bruno fights it, lifting Young onto his back, and ramming him into the turnbuckle! Young releases the hold, Bruno takes a second to get his wind back, then dives into Young! The vicious tackle into the corner drives all the air out of Young, allowing Bruno to hit a sick spinebuster! Cover! One.. Two... Young kicks out! Bruno still has a lot of rage left, as he drags Young to his feet, then lifts him for a Gorilla Press Slam! Young has nowhere to go but down! And Bruno sends him down... to the floor! The fans pop at the show of strength (Young isn't a small man by any means) while Sharplin starts the count. Bruno won't take a count out victory, though. he slides out of the ring, grabs Young, and tosses him back in. He goes for another cover! One... Two... Foot on the ropes! Young didn't have enough to kick out, but he had good ring positioning. Bruno hasn't gotten flustered yet, but he knows he needs to put his man away. He garbs the legs, looking for El Destructo! If he can't pin the man, lock him in a submission until he can take no more! Young fights the hold, trying to kick out, then goes for something simple. As Bruno leans over, Young grabs Bruno's head, and rolls him into a small package! One... Two... Bruno kicks out, is back on his feet, and now he's angry! he rushes Young, who hits a drop toe hold, and Bruno goes face first into the turnbuckle!

Young needs a moment to get his breath back, but when he does, he capitalizes. Bruno is slowly to his feet, but turns, goes for a clothesline, and gets nailed with an STO! Young goes for a cover! One... Two... Th- no! Bruno gets the shoulder up! Young drags Bruno to his feet, knees him in the gut, then drives him shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Bruno bounces back, and Young slaps on the Royal Clutch! This time he cinches it in, and Bruno has nowhere to go! The crowd tries to cheer Bruno on, but the man from Chicago is fading fast. Sharplin lifts up the arm, and it falls once. He checks again... and again the arm falls. One more time! The arm is raised, and drops... Young releases the hold, celebrating a hard fought victory! The crowd boos, but Sharplin is making a valid point... The arm hadn't fallen yet. Young is furious. He goes to get a pinfall, and Bruno with the roll up! One... Two... Young kicks out! His eyes wide, he tries to stomp Bruno. Bruno grabs the leg, then yanks him into the Baby Back Rack! Young is being flailed around, as Bruno has found his second wind! The fans chant TAP! But Young has a better idea. A well placed knee to the junk also breaks submission holds. (that's your lesson for today kids!) Young goes to finish with the Shades of Death! Bruno grabs the ropes, but Young keeps fighting to hit the move! Bruno lets go, Young slips and falls back, the two men are entangled, but Bruno is on top! Sharplin counts the fall! One... Two... Three! Brian Bruno with a huge win!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... "BIG BAD" BRIAN BRUNO!

But Bruno doesn't get long to celebrate, as Young gives him a brutal kick to the head! And since the match is over, that means the ban is over, and Prince Darko races to ringside! The Royal Foundation proceeds to double team Brian Bruno! Royal STO! And now Young has a chair, and just plasters Bruno with it! Bruno is bleeding, but the Royals aren't done! Darko with a full nelson, and now Young with the big boot! Bruno is Royally Done! Sharplin finally gets the Royals to leave, and Bruno is out on the mat, red trickling down his face to the canvas. Smug grins from the Royal Foundation as they make their way back to the locker room...

North T. Gunderson has found his mind, and in doing so, found his strengths as a professional wrestler. Now, he looks to make good on one more title opportunity. There are few men in NAPW with as much to prove as this man. Friday Night, he can secure one more shot at the Pure Honor gold... the question is, which "North" will show up? The winner... or the loser?

"AS LOW AS YOU GO!"

To a HUGE ovation, The New & Improved D-X make an explosive entrance! The most dominant NAPW tag team champions of all time stride out, led to the ring by the manager Bill Fleming. Roberts cocky as ever, The Beast with his eyes burned on the ring. A bandage is present on The Beast's forehead, a reminder of the brutal chair shot he received last week from Stiff Competition.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag team attraction is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the manager BILL FLEMING! At a total combined weight of five hundred and twenty-seven pounds... Stylin' Kyle Roberts! "The Beast" Bruce Richards! They are the reigning NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD... THE NEW & IMPROVED D-X!

The ovation is huge for both men. But then, it cuts off. The shortened version of "Apocalyptica" plays. Right into the heavy. And out walk D-X's opponents. Ravager, pale as always, short black hair slicked back. He's like Christian Bale, only more evil. The other man is the polar opposite of Ravager. Wild beard, Calgary Flames ball-cap, meaty and hammy, the former favorite son, "The Moose" Mark Millar. Conspicuous by his absense is Ol' Salty, no doubt still dealing with the tempers of Rod and Dutch in the back.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! Introducing first, he is a member of Stiff Competition. From Calgary Alberta Canada, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-seven pounds, he is "The Moose" Mark Millar! His partner, from Brooklyn, New York! He is the current Number One contender to the NAPW Heavyweight title... at two-hundred and ten pounds, he is RAVAGER!

Both teams are in the ring. Lots of tension and heat between the two, it could bust loose at any moment, but wait... there's... no referee! They can't have a match without a referee...

"RIGHT... BEFORE... MY... EYES!"

The crowd goes BANANA for Edmonton's REAL favorite son! The toque-clad, jeans and t-shirt wearing TEAM CHAMPION OF CHAMPIONS bounds out of the entrance way, hyped up for tonight. He ain't wearing any zebra stripes, but he slides into the ring. He holds the TEAM Champion of Champions belt in Ravager's face --- Moose's face --- D-X's faces. "I'm in charge, bitches!" Ooh. Attitude from the former NAPW Heavyweight Champion from the get-go. D! calls for the bell, this match is underway. Ravager & Roberts start off for their respective teams. Collar and elbow tie-up, both men jockeying for position. The shooter Ravager gets behind Roberts, hands locked, trying to take him down amateur style. Roberts with an elbow, Ravager has the bigger man off-balance and down. Ravager controlling, he's going for the leg, twisting it, Roberts gets the ropes. Both me to their feet, Roberts looking a bit surprised that Ravager didn't try anything dirty. This kind of wrestling action is exactly what won't be seen next week in the House of Horrors cage. Again both men lock-up. Roberts has had his pride stung, he's trying to take Ravager down wrestling style as well. Ravager with the advantage again gets behind in a German suplex position, trying to take Roberts down to the canvas. He lifts his man up, Roberts shifts his weight forward and flips Ravager over, turns, slaps on a half-nelson holding Ravager down with his weight advantage. Ravager reaches for the ropes, Roberts has him in great position --- and he spins around on top of Ravager! Paint brush to the head! Roberts backs off and Ravager pops up, furious. Roberts with a cocky grin, yells "C'mon baby!" Ravager's nostrils flare, and the two men go back to it one more time. Intensity! Ravager grabs both of his man's legs and takes him down, but Roberts quick to hook his legs around Ravager and roll over, Roberts on and he grabs an arm! He's got the body scissors and the arm in a vise, Ravager reaches out and manages to grab the rope. D! lazily calls for a break, and Ravager is pissed off! The Moose is laughing out on the ring apron as Ravager audibly curses in mid-ring, frustrated that Kyle outwrestled him at all, then slaps Moose hard on the shoulder. "Real funny, Millar. Have fun." Moose looks taken aback, shrugs, and steps into the ring. The big bullmoose slaps his meaty upper arms and directs a chuckle towards Roberts. Could be a lock-up here... but wait a minute. In the D-X corner, The Beast is shaking his hand, yelling for the tag. "This asshole's mine, Kyle!" Kyle looks at The Beast, looks at the crowd, considering. The crowd roars, they want to see the tag. Kyle steps over and slaps his partners hand.

The big Beast gets into the ring, and however calm and collected he is outside of it, he is feral inside the squared circle. The Beast and Moose are nose-to-nose, so close in size, only three pounds and one inch separating them. Moose won't lose his damn grin, The Beast with a look of absolute anger and intensity on his face. Moose is talking trash... he talked too much! The Beast levels him! Another big shot, into the ropes, firing forearms, irish whip, Beast gets momentum and... the two collide in mid-ring. Beast and Moose look at each other, then run the opposite ropes again! BOOM. They collide in mid-ring, each unable to move the other. With an unspoken accord, each man again rebounds off the ropes and BOOM. This time, The Beast with an Big Van Vader-like impact sends Moose down to the canvas! To his feet quickly, however. The Beast fires some forearms, then hooks his man in the front face-lock... he's going to suplex the two-hundred sixty-seven pounder! He lifts him up... makes him think about it... and drops him down to the canvas with huge impact. Millar holding his lower back crawls over to his corner and tags in Ravager. The Shooter steps into the ring, eyes focused on The Beast. Ravager charges, that's not a good move --- he ducks the lariat by The Beast and grabs his man for a back suplex that drops Bruce right on his head. First cover of the match... D! reacts with mock surprise and "takes his time" getting down, one, only one. Ravager gets in D!'s face. "Sorry, peanut, I'll work on it." Ravager turns his attention back to The Beast, toe kicking him in the gut. Irish whip to the corner, reversed, The Beast sends Ravager in - what a shot! Ravager slumped in the corner, Bruce tags in Kyle. He's got his partner, irish whip... and Kyle with a Stinger splash to Ravager! And now Bruce revs up, it's an Avalanche in the corner! D! takes umbrage "get your own, biter!" but Roberts just smirks. Ravager sent to the ropes, nailed with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Roberts gets a knee into Ravager's back and grabs the arms, surfboard stretch, The Moose comes in and nails Roberts, breaking it up. D! tells Moose to stay in his damn corner, Moose raises his hands in peace. "Sorry, boss." The tension between these five men is boiling...

Meanwhile, Ravager with an irish whip on Roberts, Roberts reverses, Ravager into the turnbuckle. Roberts charges --- drop toe-hold by Ravager! Roberts hits jawfirst on the bottom turnbuckle... looks like Ravager was counting on his whip being reversed, because now he has Roberts in position for the SILENCER. WHAM. Stiff kick right to the back of Roberts' head, crushing his face into the turnbuckle. What a sick move. Ravager locks his hands around Roberts' waist, German Suplex with a bridge... two count only. Roberts in trouble here, trying to fight back, Ravager gouges his eye and then hits the Northern Lights! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT. D! with a perfect count that time, nothing for Ravager to complain about. Ravager tags in his partner. Millar quickly comes in, elbow drop! Another! Another! FOUR big elbow drops on Roberts, cover, only two. Moose with a handful of hair, he coldcocks Roberts. D! says "hey, lay off the closed fist, jackass." "Shut it, ref!" Moose hooks a front face-lock and points at The Beast. Arrogance. Suplex, Roberts blocks. Another attempt, blocked again! Roberts knees Moose in the gut once, twice, thrice, breaks free and hits the ropes! Moose gets the kitchen sink knee-lift --- no! Roberts rolls through and takes Moose down! He's got both legs! BEAR-TAMER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! It's locked in! Ravager immediately over the ropes, but The Beast cuts him off! The Beast and Ravager topple over the top rope and it's Kyle Roberts with The Moose... it's a Moose-Tamer, dammit, in the middle of the ring! D! asks Moose, Moose crying out in pain, shaking his head "NO", but how long can he last?! On the outside, The Beast is mauling Ravager, wait, NO. Ravager ducks and The Beast goes head-first into the ring post. Ravager back in the ring! He hooks Roberts from behind and hits... THE LAST RESORT! That's what I'm TALKING ABOUT, bitch! Ravager grabs his partner and throws him over Roberts, this is it... ONE! TWO! THREEE---helllll no! Roberts kicks out at 2.9, kids! The delay between The Last Resort and the pinfall was just enough for Roberts to kick out, what unbelievable tenacity. The Moose staggers to his feet and his corner, then tags in Ravager, who immediately gets in the ring and locks Roberts in The Garotte! Now Roberts could tap out... D! is asking him, but Roberts somehow holding on... he raises a hand... he's going to tap... no! The hand is shaking! He's pumping the air with his free hand, trying to will himself to the ropes. He's crawling... crawling... and...

Makes the ropes!

D! calls for a break, Ravager won't release. "I've got a five count... peanut." D! flips Ravager the bird and counts onetwothreefourfi--- Ravager breaks his hold and again gets in D!'s face. "What the hell is that?" "Hey, you had a five count, Bob." Ravager turns his attention to Roberts, he's going to finish the man. Once more, it's time for the Last Resort --- Roberts with a mule kick! The crowd goes STEAK'UMS! D! looks like he's going to warn Kyle, but then he shrugs. Partisan officiating or just hilarious, you decide. Roberts a little woozy, but he's got enough to hoist Ravager onto his shoulders... and MOOSE JAW DRIVE his man into the canvas! That's gotta be all! One! Two! Th... The Moose breaks it up. The Moose hammers on Roberts, but he fails to see one Bruce Richards climbing to the top rope! He's bleeding from the forehead... Roberts suddenly points over Moose's shoulder, yelling to "Look out!" Moose hesitates, gulps, turns around... and EATS MOONSAULT! Roberts points to his head, reminding everybody that yes, he is "Smarter than you... and definitely smarter than Moose." Bruce gets up, roaring, and D-X is suddenly back on top! Bruce hits his corner, Roberts the ropes --- LIONSAULT ON RAVAGER! ONE! TWO! KICK! OUT! Unbelievable! Ravager kicks out of that one so close, but Roberts wastes no time making the tag to a bloody, violent Beast. The Beast is in, and what's this... he's got Ravager up for a Chart Attack! No, The Moose boots him in the face. STYLES KICK to Moose... AGAIN. He ate one last week, he came back for seconds. Moose tumbles out of the ring and Roberts checks on his partner. The Beast is back on his feet, and D-X turns their attention to Ravager... Down & Dirty time! Roberts comes off the ropes for a Polar-Izer... no! Ravager back body drops Roberts up and over the top rope to the concrete below. Ravager turns around, The Beast with a Cactus Clothesline! Both men topple over the top rope! All four men are on the outside! The Moose is reeling from that Styles Kick, but he starts the hurt on Roberts, who gives it right back. Meanwhile Ravager low blows The Beast and rolls him into the ring... wait a minute, Ravager just grabbed a steel chair. Ravager clangs the chair against the ring post and slides into the ring. He's going to blast The Beast... but D! is in the way. D! telling Ravager to put the damn chair down, no way, uh-uh, not gonna happen! Ravager kicks D! in the face! D! reels, and Ravager raises the chair high to blast The Beast --- D! grabs it from behind! He's pissed off! THE REFEREE WITH THE CHAIR TO RAVAGER---

WHO DUCKS

And D! NAILS The Beast right between the eyes with the steel chair!

D! drops the chair, eyes wide, and Ravager is quick... The Beast doesn't go down, but his eyes have glazed over. That's two weeks in a row he's taken a chair shot right to the cranium, RAVAGER BEHIND HIM! He can't .... GOOD GOD! THE LAST RESORT! Ravager covers The Beast, and D!... counts one! Two! He hesitates, a look of disgust on his face, and then... THREE! Call for the bell, this is over!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... RAVAGER and THE MOOSE!

What a turn of events! D-X drop a match for the second straight week, but this time it's all thanks to D!'s chair shot on The Beast! Ravager rolls out of the ring, quite pleased with the situation. D! is holding the chair still, The Beast laying on the bottom rope, holding his forehead. Roberts gets in the ring as The Moose celebrates outside... Roberts spins D! around. Heated words from Roberts to the guest ref, D! turns away, it can't be changed... Roberts roughly turns D! back around --- POW. D! with a roundhouse right to the face of Stylin' Kyle Roberts! Roberts staggers backwards, then fires one of his own! Oh my God! D! and Stylin' Kyle are going AT IT in the ring! They're firing rights and lefts, trying to beat the hell out of each other! On the outside The Moose and Ravager like what they see... next week, all five men will be locked inside an unforgiving steel cage loaded with weapons, and it is going to be vicious. Cut to commercial break... the main event is next.