ANNIVERSARY ASSAULT10/31/2006
JOSH REYNOLDS: Ladies and Gentlemen, we're just moments away from the Kiniski Cup Match between Simply Beautiful and North T. Gunderson. But with me right now is a man, no, a legend, perhaps the greatest wrestler of all-time. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Immortal Hulk Hogan! The camera shifts over to Simply Beautiful, completely decked out in his Hogan gear. Wrapped around his head is an American Flag bandanna, to go with his yellow and red ring pants and the "Hulkamania" t-shirt. He does the legendary Hogan flex, and grabs the mike from Reynolds/Okerlund. SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: You know something MEAN GENE! Gunderson comes out here and he tries to get all the Hulkamaniacs on his side, brother. He tells them to eat their vitamins and say their prayers just like I do, but I tell you brother, it just isn't the same. The Hulkamaniacs are the greatest fans in the world, and they'll climb on the world's largest back, and they'll always be behind the man with the World's Largest arms, brother. And I'll carry them all to victory, brother! So tell me, Gunderson... WHATCHA GONNA DO, WHEN HULKAMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU? Cut to the ring. The crowd suddenly starts booing... Henry Andrews is coming out. They haven't forgotten what he did earlier in the night... BILL HEWSON: Oh you've got to be kidding me. Henry Andrews is going to be referring the Pure Honor title match? He's an insult to the very concept, and we know he's got a problem with North T. Gunderson. Who's idea of a "Trick" is this? Andrews hits the ring, ignoring the boos. Suddenly! A clown from the front row, one of the many costumed fans, jumps the railing with his chair! He slides in, Andrews turns around and CLANG! JACK JONES: HOLY HELLL! BILL HEWSON: That fan just knocked Henry Andrews with a steel chair! And... that's no fan! That's JOHNSTON RAWK! North T. Gunderson's partner-in-crime! And wait, what's that music? "Theme From Killer Klowns From Outer Space" begins playing. Out walk two clowns, one cleaerly female (and curvaceous), the other clearly North T. Gunderson! North and Tex walk down, throwing candy from their bags and shooting streamers. Meanwhile behind them, referee Dick Kiebiech rushes to the ring along with trainers. BILL HEWSON: Certainly North Gunderson likes to have fun, but he also likes to wrestle FAIR matches --- something Henry Andrews hasn't given him lately. And it looks like tonight, when North has his biggest title opportunity yet... it looks like Henry Andrews won't be refereeing this match after all! Dick Kiebiech is going to be the man. Trainers help the knocked out Andrews out of the ring. Kiebiech looks half disgusted and half annoyed. He's grumpy. Meanwhile, North & Tex circle the outside of the ring, handing out candy. It's a good time for all! Finally, they hit the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is for the Pure Honor championship! Introducing first accompanied to the ring by TEX... he stands at five-feet, ten inches tall and weighs two-hundred pounds even. The challenger... ladies and gentlemen, NORTH! T! GUNDERSON! Gunderson shoots the last of his streamers into the crowd. His music fades. The crowd is breathless for the man... but it's not Queen. It's very. Very. Familiar.
"WHEN IT COMES CRASHING DOWN AND IT HURTS INSIDE! JACK JONES: Oh my God. BILL HEWSON: Ladies and gentlemen --- ! FRANK WARBURTON: AND HIS OPPONENT! FROM VENICE BEACH CALIFORNIA by way of STATEN ISLAND NEW YORK... at six foot one and two-hundred and thirty five pounds... he is the PURE HONOR CHAMPION... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE IMMORTALLLLLLL! SIMPLLLLLY! BEAUTIFULLLLLLL! Oh you BETTER BELIEVE it. Simply Beautiful enters out to a THUNDEROUS ovation. He looks over the crowd, raising the Kiniski Cup over his head. He does the Hogan walk to the ring and walks up the steps, putting the Cup down on the canvas. He gets in the ring and... TEARS THE SHIRT OFFFFFFFF
"I AM A REAL AMERICAN! FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN! BILL HEWSON: This place has come unglued! JACK JONES: WHAT? BILL HEWSON: THIS CAPACITY CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET FOR CHAMPION! Oh lordie, this is ELECTRIC! Simply Beautiful keeps it up, going to the rope... cupping his ear! FLEX! The Hogan pose-down routine! "Real American" begins to fade out, and Dick Kiebiech begins to check over the costumed competitors. He orders Gunderson to empty out his clown pockets. Rubber vomit, whoopie cushion, a string of scarves that just keeps going and going, airhorn, frog... Kiebiech shakes his head and checks over the the "Hulkster." Crowd goes bananas. Finally, Dick calls for the bell, and this Pure Honor title match is underway. The newly-minted fan favorite SB shakes North's outstretched hand. He goes to let go, but North keeps his grip tightly locked. North Gunderson gives SB a toothy grin before unleashing with his patented Blackout Enziguri! North with the quick pin, but SB powers out at one. North trying to control the pace with a side headlock, but SB to his feet and showcases his power by lifting North up and dropping him back down with a back drop suplex. SB wailing away at North mercilessly with open palm strikes and knife-edge chops (WOOOOOO!) before whipping him hard into the opposite corner. North slams into the turnbuckle and falls forward from the impact, holding his back. The Pure Honor Champion takes a moment to showboat and flex for the fans ala the Hulkster, before lifting the challenger up by the hair and body slamming him to the mat with authority. SB takes his time going into the cover and North kicks out at two. SB with the surfboard stretch now, working on the tender back of his opponent. Dick Kiebiech is on it, making sure North can continue. JACK JONES: Just end it right now, Dick. BILL HEWSON: Never count out the heart and resilience of a man like North T. Gunderson. JACK JONES: I can't take a guy seriously when he does a puppetry promo with song and dance numbers. BILL HEWSON: Will you stop! North refuses to quit, but SB has the stretch going tight. North uses his legs to inch his way to the ropes and latches on with a heel. North Gunderson has used his first rope break. SB is forced to break the hold and retaliates with the point of his elbow to the small of his man's back. This is followed by a kick to the gut and a set up for the Double Underhook Powerbomb. At the peak, North counters with palm strikes and elbows to the head to slow the champion down before sending him flying with a headscissors throw. SB back to his feet rather quickly and North catches him with a desperation Shining Wizard. North scrambles to the cover, but SB kicks out at two. North making a mad dash to the ropes and is just fast enough to get there before SB gets to his feet and turns around. Air North incoming with the flying clothesline off the top, dropping the Kiniski Cup holder once again. North into another cover, but again, SB shoots the shoulder up at two. North now going for a submission: the Indian Deathlock. This move is rather painful and SB screams with every pressure exertion on the part of the challenger. SB uses his upper body strength to scramble to the ropes. Simply Beautiful has utilized his first rope break. JACK JONES: That move should be illegal! BILL HEWSON: And why is that? JACK JONES: Cause he could have torn SB's ACL or something equally devastating. I never did trust that sneaky clown, Gunderson. BILL HEWSON: You hide your bias so well, Jack, but I'm surprised to see the Pure Honor Champion getting support from the crowd here. Indeed, the fans are split between Gunderson and Beautiful, some even cheering for both. The Beautiful People start up a "Let's go SB, let's go!" chant while the Due North Gundersonites counter with a "SB sucks, North due North!" North takes advantage of the momentum he has by latching onto SB with the Million Dollar Dream, wrapping his legs around his opponent. SB flails around desperately for a bit before showing good presence of mind by slamming backwards into the turnbuckle. North, sore back and all, releases the hold and appears to be hurting while SB catches his breath and shakes off the cobwebs. North goes for a desperate superkick, but SB catches his foot, spins North around, and floors him with a hard, falling clothesline. SB into the cover, but only two. SB latches on immediately after with The Painkiller, wrenching back on the arm and shoulder while North cries out in pain. JACK JONES: This better be it, my bookie will pay off double for a submission victory for Simply Beautiful. BILL HEWSON: We don't need to hear about your degenerate gambling habits, Jack Attack. JACK JONES: It's educational for all the kiddies watching I tell ya! BILL HEWSON: North Gunderson in a lot of pain here, but he didn't get this shot by being a pushover, he had to defeat both Dez Carter and David Banks to earn this shot. JACK JONES: Zzzzzzzzz. Tex slaps the mat and leads a cheer for her man while SB mercilessly threatens to break the arm. North reaches deep down and wills himself to the bottom rope, but can't quite reach it. SB releases the pressure just a bit so he can drop and elbow on North's shoulder, and that's all he needed; North grabs the bottom rope and uses up his second rope break. SB is backed away by Kiebiech, but the Pure Honor Champion pushes him aside. He grabs at his opponent only to be lured into a small package. Only two as North almost stole he Kiniski Cup right there. SB is livid and loses his concentration for just a split second, long enough for North to hit the Lemon Lime Tang. This gives him some recovery time as SB is thrown for a loop. North now going for the Positive Defeat, but SB throws him off hard, sending North into the ropes. SB slams into him with a reverse elbow and covers again. Only two as North will not give up. SB with the Spin Doctor this time. Another cover, and again, amazingly, North shoots the shoulder up at two. A frustrated SB is really upset now and slams a closed fist into North's jaw. Kiebiech is threatening him with a DQ title strip if he does that again, but SB doesn't seem to hear him. Double Underhook leads to a powerbomb this time, big impact. SB with a lateral press, and North manages to kick out. SB can't believe it. JACK JONES: That was a slow count! BILL HEWSON: It's called heart, Jack, you should get one sometime. SB has had enough and signals for the end. He climbs to the top, looking for the New York Nightmare. The Staten Island native lets fly with his patented frog splash, but North rolls away at the last possible moment. SB's abdomen and pride are both hurt after that one, and North takes advantage with a superkick to the chin. North is really winded at this point, but he doesn't know the meaning of giving up, seemingly. North grabs the Pure Honor Champion and sets him up beautifully (pun intended) for the Positive Defeat. The Sliced Bread #2 variation hits cleanly and SB fishes out before falling to his back. North with the cover, but amazingly, SB kicks out at two and a half. This time, North can't believe it. North goes to climb the ropes yet again, but SB crotches him before he can get his balance. SB hurls North to the canvas and follows this up with a big time Impact DDT. Again, SB up to the top and goes for the New York Nightmare once again. This time, SB hits his mark and North is deflated. An exhausted SB covers a positively spent North Gunderson and finally gets the three count... NO. UNBELIEVABLE. North got his bottom foot on the rope. Simply Beautiful can't believe it, North T. Gunderson is still alive! But it's Simply Beautiful going right back to the top rope... and ONCE MORE! THE NEW YORK NIGHTMARE CONNECTS! That's TWO, TWO times your pleasure and... North is all out of miracles. Simply Beautiful finally gets the three count. FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner... and STILL PURE HONOR CHAMPION... SIMPLY BEAUTIFULLLLL! JACK JONES: Darn, now my bookie will consider this thing a push. BILL HEWSON: Enough about your problems, Jack, but I'll admit, SB was impressive with the win here even though North Gunderson put forth his absolute best, and then some. Inside the ring, Tex is trying to help North up when SB walks over to him, Kiniski Cup in hand. Instead of being a sore winner, Simply Beautiful shakes North's hand without hesitation. Crowd cheers for that one! BILL HEWSON: He's still cocky, still arrogant, but Simply Beautiful seems to be a new man these days. North T. Gunderson with a helluva fight... but still champion is "The Immortal One." And indeed, "Real American" cranks back up. SB looks on, the crowd wants him to do it! And... he cups his ear to one side of the ring! To the next side of the ring, cupping his ear! FLEX THOSE PIPES! The crowd goes bananas as NAPW preps a video package remembering their first Pay-Per-View...
BILL HEWSON: NAPW has come a long way in one year, Jack Jones. That was our first stab at pay-per-view, and things have only gotten bigger since then. Even with the controversy that has surrounded Joseph Winchell's takeover of the company from his father, "Wahoo" Bobby Winchell JACK JONES: Yeah, you heard from Winchell lately? Last I heard he was at the retired wrestler's home, boring staff with tales of his hour-long draw against "Mr. Nobody." Geez, that match just went ON and ON and ON... BILL HEWSON: We are live on PPV here, and we can not thank you, the fans, enough for bringing NAPW to where it is today. New Alberta Pro exists because of the fans. And in fact, it was NAPW fans who voted on the first inductees into NAPW's Ring of Prestige. Right now, we are going to bring out one of the men being inducted! Here he comes now! Hard to believe that it's been a month and change and still nothing's changed. Hardcore insanity---shrieking razorbats---the Blood Brothers. Yes kids, it's Static. FRANK WARBURTON: It's my pleasure to introduce to you, the next induction into the NAPW Ring of Prestige. He has been crowned Provincial, Tag Team, and NAPW Champion. One-half of the Crimes, and the Undisputed Truth, the Hardcore Luchadore... STAAATIC! Appearing at the top of the entrance ramp, Static takes a moment to peer out into the crowd and let the boos take him back. Deep breath, to let it all soak in... and the man is happy. Twirling his famous screwdriver, dressed in his ring attire, Static walks briskly to the ring and slides in, snatching the mic from Frank Warburton. STATIC: The NAPW Ring of Prestige. I must say, I never imagined that I'd ever be a part of a ceremony like this. When I came around to NAPW, it was as a "misfit." When I won titles, it was as a "spot monkey." Now, look at me. Better than all but five other wrestlers in the back. Better than Joseph Winchell. Better than all of you. As the boos rain down, Static can't help but smile. STATIC: Oh yes, that just takes me way back. Y'know, I've been through a lot here. I've ran the gauntlet of NAPW superstars and have come out on top: Ravager... Lobo... D-X... the Dudes... Rex Caliber... D!... and though I'd say that I've seen and done it all, that's not entirely true. I've never beaten, and I've never faced in singles competition, the man that I'm about to tonight, the so-called "Future" (the horrible, horrible, future!) ... Chris Casino. Mixed reaction. Static pauses. STATIC: Well, I'm not going to let my energy before our match go to waste by describing to you pieces of trash exactly why or how Casino's ass-kicking is going to go tonight. I'll just leave it at this: you're looking at NAPW's first true Triple-Crown champion. For all intents and purposes, I'm the best damn wrestler that's ever set foot in this federation. And for Chris Casino, that means that his so-called future... is now. Now either get to the ring this second so we can start our match, jackass, or suck my voodoo! Static stands in the ring, his eyes glued to the curtain, waiting for Casino to drag his ass to the ring. Then the music hits. BILL HEWSON: Wait a second, that's not... JACK JONES: He's not here, is he? The squeal of an electric guitar, the familiar bass riff... Bret Hart's music? Has NAPW come that far ... no, Chris Casino makes his entrance, wearing the classic Pink and Black of the "Hitman". As well as a sandwich board saying "Aladdin Tickets still available! See me in Genie pants starting Nov. 14th!" The fans are not amused to say the least. JACK JONES: I guess this isn't the treat the fans were expecting. BILL HEWSON: So much for the goodwill he earned earlier. Chris Casino has no respect for anyone. Not even a legend like Bret Hart! JACK JONES: Please! Casino is a legend all his own! FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, weighing in at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is the Hardcore Luchadore, the One-Man Crimes Spree, and a Triple Crown winner. From Windsor, Ontario... This is STAAAAATIC! ( boos!) His opponent, making his way to the ring area, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is the FIRST NAPW Triple Crown winner and the inventor of the Canada Cup tournament: CHRIS... CASINOOOOO! (boos!) The two men glare at each other. The referee is ready to start the match... Wait a second, where is the referee? FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, a special guest referee has been assigned to this contest! JACK JONES: Gee, I wonder? Maybe Rex Caliber? BILL HEWSON: Can't be him, he's already left the building... JACK JONES: It's not like he wrestled or anything... RIGHT Hewson? BILL HEWSON: Of course he didn't wrestle, that's --- SUPER CHARGER HEAVEN White Zombie hits the speakers. And that means one thing. The Canadian Olympian. The man who spilled blood with both men for months. FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the special guest referee... LOBO! JACK JONES: And how will this be a fair match now? BILL HEWSON: Well, Lobo hates each man equally, so he'll have to call it down the middle. JACK JONES: I'd argue, but that is sound logic. A huge response to this from the fans. Not so much from the wrestlers in the ring. Casino tries to protest, Static doesn't look too happy, but they have little choice. Lobo lays down the rules for both men, then calls for the bell! The two men circle each other. Looking for a classic wrestling hold to start this match off... and Casino immediately jabs his thumb in Static's eye. (sigh) Lobo gives a mild reprimand for the infraction,which Casino simply brushes off. He turns around and: SLAP. Static with a technical pimpslap to the face. JACK JONES: Static with a classic move there. Very Greco Roman. Look for it at the next Olympics. BILL HEWSON: Will you stop! JACK JONES: Sorry, I'm trying to hear what the fans are saying... BILL HEWSON: Can't you guess? "YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED!" Casino and Static start trading punches, Lobo yelling at them to break it up, Casino swings, misses, and Static hits an enziguri, taking his opponent down. He hits the ropes, and races back with a snap leg drop. He's up in a flash, back to the ropes, and comes back for another. And another. Pin attempt, One, and only one, as Casino has had enough for now. He slips out of the ring, trying to catch his breath. Lobo starts a S L O W ten count, and Static? He goes for a plancha! And he nails... the ring barrier. Casino lured his man into a trap, and the smirk on his face says he's proud of it. BILL HEWSON: Static crashes and burns! That's the gamble you take with such moves! JACK JONES: No, that's the gamble you take getting in the ring with a technician like Chris Casino! Picking Static up, Casino rams him back first into the ring post, then tosses him into the ring. Static is slow to get up, which gives Casino time to climb to the top rope, and nail the rising Static with a missle dropkick! And a cover! One... Two... Static barely kicks out! Casino thinks Lobo's count was slow. Lobo tells Casino that he'll have to do better to win. The two men glare at each other, but Casino is smart enough to go back to his opponent. BILL HEWSON: Casino showing great composure here. JACK JONES: He's not going to get himself disqualified tonight! Not on the biggest night of the year! Static tries to slip out of the ring to get a breather of his own, but Casino grabs on to the Luchadore's leg, dragging him back in. Static grabs the bottom rope, Casino keeps pulling, neither man wanting to give an inch, until finally Statics fingers slip, casino loses his balance, and both men go flying backwards, landing in a heap. They both get to their knees, look each other in the eye, then both attempt to drop kick each other! Lobo tries to supress a chuckle, but neither Static or Casino are happy. Static lunges at Casino, hitting a Lou Thez press, and starts laying in some punches. Casino rolls him over, and gets some punches of his own. Lobo... is adjusting a ring pad which looks to be loose. BILL HEWSON: Lobo seems to notice a problem with the ring pad. We'll have to have a talk with the ring crew about this! JACK JONES: Will you stop! ... Wow, those words sound so weird from my mouth... Static and Casino roll out of the ring, still trading punches. they manage to untangle themselves. Casino with a kick, gets caught by Static. Static sweeps the other leg out from under Casino, and drives his fist right into... well, it looks to be the abdomen. Lobo can't tell from his positiion in the ring, so he lets it slide this time. Static to the ring apron, running, and he drops a Cactus Jack style elbow onto Casino! The fans cheer, and Lobo orders the wrestlers to keep it in the ring! BILL HEWSON: Lobo desperate to keep control of this one! It could go out of control at any second! JACK JONES: You call that desperate? Yeesh. Static rolls Casino into the ring, and goes for a cover! One... Two... Too close to the ropes! Casino gets his foot on the bottom rope, saving himself, (and the energy of kicking out) Static decides it's time to slow things down, so he slaps on a rear chinlock, putting all his weight down on Casino. Lobo double checks that there isn't a choke going on, and is satisfied that everything is nice and legal. Static assures the ref that he'll keep it clean, even though he's slowly working his arm around Casino's windpipe, cutting off his air. Casino starts to flail a bit, Lobo goes to check, and Static shifts back to the legal hold. And does everything but bat his eyes when Lobo asks if he's choking the man out. Static, goes back to the choke, only this time Lobo catches him, and starts the count. A slow count, but a count none the less. Static lets go, and now it's his turn to mouth off to the ref. BILL HEWSON: Well, he's not playing favorites, give him credit for that. JACK JONES: I don't give credit to anybody! BILL HEWSON: Just because no store will give credit to you... JACK JONES: That'll all be worked out once Revenue Canada gets their act together! Lobo just smirks at Static, which annoys Static even more... and even worse, Casino gets a desperation roll up, (with a handful of tights) and Static is down One.. Two... Kick out! ANd Static drop kicks a rising Casino right in the face! Casino rolls into the corner, and Static lays his foot across casino's throat, choking the man against the bottom turnbuckle! Lobo pulls Static off, and Static is livid! But still smart enough not to strike the official. He goes to nail Casino in the corner, but Casino moves, and Static crashes against the turnbuckles! He slowly turns around, and is met with a knee to the gut, then Casino hits the running STO! And a cover! One... Two... And now Static takes advantage of the bottom rope, setting his foot on it! BILL HEWSON: Static with just enough left to get his foot on the bottom rope! Neither man wants to lose tonight! JACK JONES: When does a man ever want to lose? BILL HEWSON: Um.. JACK JONES: Yeah! Think on that one why don't ya! Casino decides take away Static's quickness advantage, and starts to work on the legs. He drapes his opponent's leg across the bottom rope, then drops an elbow across the knee! Static yells in pain, which of course prompts Casino to do it again. And again. The fans boo this vicious attack, but Casino shrugs it off. Anything to gain a victory. He starts to kick at the injured knee of Static, then drags him to centre ring. And now... is he? ... Casino slaps on the Sharpshooter in the centre of the ring! The fans are really angry now, but Static is in a serious world of hurt! BILL HEWSON: Well, I guess he's taking the part seriously... JACK JONES: And Bret couldn't do it better himself! BILL HEWSON: That sound you hear is a million Canadian wreslting fans readying their computers to type out complaints... Lobo asks if Static want to give up, but the luchadore shakes his head "NO!". Static struggles and fights his way to the bottom rope, forcing Casino to break the hold. But the damage may be done, and Casino picks up Static and slams him to the mat. And now back to the top rope... Flying Elbow Drop! Just nails... Static barley gets out of the way! Both men are down! Static is barely able to stand on his injured knee, and Casino has had the wind knocked out of him! BILL HEWSON: Neither man can keep an advantage! How will this end? Both men are on their feet, shaky and hurt. Casino tries to hit a clothesline, but Static ducks, and goes for a dropkick, but Casino manages to smack that away, and he lays in a few more kicks on Static's injured knee. He drags Static up, and goes for a brainbuster... Static floats over into a sunset flip! And a pin! One... Two... Casino kicks out! And now Static with a DDT... Casino blocks, into a small package! One... Two... Static rolls over for a pin of his own! One... two... Casino rolls him back! One... Two... And Static reverses it again! One... Two... and Casino kicks out! Both menglare at each other, the fans are pleased with what they;re seeing, and Lobo has a huge smirk on his face. Casino has had enough of all this, and kicks Static square in the junk! A blatant low blow, and Lobo admonishes Casino strongly. (that'll learn him). Static has just enough to nail Casino with a low blow of his own, and now Lobo has two men to chastise! But he doesn't call for a DQ! JACK JONES: Come on Lobo! This isn't no DQ! Restore some order! Both men are hurting now, but they refuse to give an inch. Static tries to hit the FUNCRUSHER on Casino, Casino manages to get his legs hooked around Static's head, and hurricarana's him into the turnbuckles! Casino goes for a german suplex, and Static is sent flying.. into LOBO! Lobo knocked out of the ring! And Casino uses the distraction to drive Static into the turnbuckle! Now he sets him on the top rope! He's going for a superplex! No! He just starts clutching at his face and falls to the mat! What... Static off the top rope! BILL HEWSON: Is Casino bleeding? From one punch? That's not... JACK JONES: LOOK WHAT STATIC HAS! HE'S GOT A SCREW DRIVER IN HIS HAND. Static plants the screwdriver into Casino's now bloody forehead as Static hits the Asai Moonsault on the bleeding Casino. Lobo makes it back into the ring! Cover by Static! ONE! TWO! THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... STAAAAATIC! JACK JONES: I'm not sure if I should be happy for this. BILL HEWSON: Well, neither man has ever been what you'd call "sympathetic"... Huge pop for the match. Less so for Static on the turnbuckle, talking smack, basking in his glory, and waving the screwdriver at the fans! Casino's manager Raul Havok drags Casino away, Casino alternating between yelling that "Static couldn't beat him in a real wrestling match" and "My face, my beautiful face!" And Static? He's still having fun talking trash to the fans right now. And to the guest ref. Static gets in Lobo's face, and Lobo? He brushes it off. BILL HEWSON: Lobo showing a huge amount of maturity here. he's come so far since we saw him a year ago... oh never mind. Lobo with a clothesline to Static! The fans pop huge. Lobo hefts Static up... stalls... stalls... stalls. The fans are calling for it... LOBO DRIVER! Huge fan response for Lobo, as "Super Charger Heaven" blares and he stands tall in the ring one more time! Static is out, baby. BILL HEWSON: Well that was... that was something else, Jack Jones. The two most hated men in NAPW history in one ring, Lobo as guest referee... JACK JONES: Bet you didn't think the counter to a low blow was another low blow. BILL HEWSON: No, no I did not. Ladies and gentlemen, we will be inducting our final wrestler into the NAPW Ring Of Prestige momentarily. Right now, let's take a special look at NAPW's most infamous event. It happened over two days in July of 2006... Let's take a look.
BILL HEWSON: I didn't know Dextro was being inducted into the Ring of Prestige, did you? JACK JONES: No, but... why shouldn't Dextro be in the Ring? He was a record-setting Pure Honor champion! Dextro gets in the ring, drawing boos from the crowd when he snatches the microphone out of Frank's hand. He pulls on his old ALF t-shirt and starts talking. DEXTRO: So... I see that at the one year anniversary show there is no spot for me! Dextro, the most Honorable champion NAPW has ever seen, there is no room for a match and to top it all off... I get left out of the ring of prestige! WHY? Do you not think I have what it takes, because that is just bull plop. NAPW makes time for eople like Chris Casino...Static...Kryneik...The Dudes and let's not forget Sexy Rexy. All of these "legends" get nominated for this, but Dextro...Dextro is nowhere to be found! The crowd begins to boo. They want to see who's next for the Ring of Prestige... in point of fact, only ONE man is left to be inducted, and they want to see him. Dextro snarls into the microphone again. DEXTRO: I am a better champ then any of these men ever were! What did they do that was so great, huh? Casino's a rich spoiled prick who had the money to buy the world, he probably got to where he was because he paid off the refs! "Sick" Billy Kryenik and let's not forget his furball manager "Giggles"... and then Static, The Dudes, Rex Caliber. Where are all these men now? They ran! They left! They are hiding in fright because they couldn't cut it anymore. They are the Hollywood Hogan's of NAPW, they are the Ric Flairs! They are the washed up and the old... and you want to remember them for that? You want to rember these so called great men for being washed up? None of them can cut it anymore... and you know what? I want one of these "legends" to come out here. PLEASE. Dextro pauses, the crowd waiting on the edges of their seat for somebody. Before even three seconds have gone by, Dextro goes on. DEXTRO: That's what I thought. They can't cut it anymore! They don't the honor I do... I belong in the Ring of Prestige, not these washed-up old hacks----
Music hits up! Ed Gein... "United Ninety-Three!" And RUNNING down the rampway in a blaze is none other than The crowd has erupted to the point of explosion. Billy Kryenik is hot, and running himself around the ring. The cuffs of his blue shirt are rolled up, with his blue, white trimmed blazer hangs slammed over the top rope. Billy kicks the bottom rope, begging Dextro to come back. His face is red from the passion that is running through his veins. The crowd has broken out in "SBK! SBK! SBK!" chants and the grappler's eyes gloss over as he blinks hard and swipes his shorter hair away from his eyes. His nostrils flair out and in as his heart is surely beating so hard that his lungs must inhale and exhale deep. Frank Warburton steps up into the ring with the microphone in his hand. BILL HEWSON: No introduction necessary folks... listen to this crowd! Billy looks over and Frank extends the mic. Billy's adrenaline filled-hand grabs hold of the microphone. He is literally shaking from all the excitement. "Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back!" chants circle the arena. BILLY KRYENIK: This is why the legends get recognized on nights like tonight. This is why we get the time to come out and say our farewells and our thank yous. Billy points out to the crowd, and circles them with his index finger. The cheer with all the affection they can garner out. BILLY KRYENIK: So the people, you people. So you all can relive the history which was cut into the wrestling history books by men like myself. By men who were willing to break boundaries and sacrifice their wellbeing for the sport the love, and the fans thatŐs have the guts to cheer for them. So no wonder we get time to come out here Dextro. No wonder we are given the opportunity to speak our mind, one last time to these people. To the people who made us, to the people that made me. Billy points to himself upon the word "me." BILLY KRYENIK: It's part of the game son. Sometimes you just sit one out. Sometimes you let the other stars shine. It gives you a chance to fight well another day. It gives you another night to go out and shine for these people. You can be the showstealer, because god knows us Prestige guys have stole the show from one another. You see Dextro, it's people like you who don't appreciate what this company and what these people do for you. They're not going to forget you if you know how to come out and bust your ass for them. Small roar BILLY KRYENIK: If you come out and you do it with heart and passion, these people... Billy glazes the crowd with his hand once more. BILLY KRYENIK: These people will never forget you. I'm living proof. These people stll embrace me, no matter how much they've wanted to kill me in the past. No matter how many times I've come out and did wrong by them. You know why, Dextro? It's because these people know that even if I'm opposing them, or even if I'm wearing a neck brace, I will do everything in my power to put on the fight of my life. That's what they deserve. Applause from the crowd. BILLY KRYENIK: I kind of drifted away from this place a few months ago. I suppose a lot of you remember an infamous match with one Bruce Richards where he... (Billy cringes and cracks his neck a little bit) broke my neck. Mixed reaction from the crowd. BILLY KRYENIK: Probably the first moment in my career where I felt helpless. I've broken my neck before, but that was when I was younger and broken bones healed faster. I knew this time was different. It just felt more severe. So I took up managing... briefly before I the pain from walking was getting to me to the point of insanity. I can take a barbed-wire bat to the face, but when the chance of me not being able to walk again became worse then physical pain. When it became more about the fact that I wouldn't be able to do the job that I love to do... it was time to fade away for a little while. Then I receive a phonecall, only a few weeks after I was told that my neck had healed to almost perfect condition... and there's a voice on the other end telling me that I've been voted into the Ring of Prestige. The Hall o' (BLEEP)ing Fame in NAPW... I got this tingly feeling in my freshly healed neck. It was an itch... an itch I needed to scratch so badly that it sent shocking pains through my body. I had to accept and come back for this show. I had to come back and accept this honour with gratitude and thanks... But I can't leave it like this. Billy shakes his head and the crowd stands almost silent. BILLY KRYENIK: I can't stop doing what I love . Smiles start to drape over the crowd as the fans look at their groups of friends and back at Billy. BILLY KRYENIK: I can't let these little inconsiderate pissants bitch and moan about not getting any time... So you know what? I'm BACK! Crowd EXPLODES. BILLY KRYENIK: I'm coming back to NAPW to show people that Legends do it best, because Legends beat the best! Dextro, I'll give you your time. I'll give you the spotlight... and these people will let you hear about it, and I will make you feel it... There are reasons that WE are inducted into this hall... Let me show you one of them! Billy drops the microphone with a thud and the crowd goes crazy. Billy leaves the ring and hops the guardrail into the stands. He walks through the sea of humanity, shaking hands, slapping palms and smiling. BILL HEWSON: WHAT A NIGHT THIS HAS BEEN! Of all the surprises tonight... ladies and gentlemen! Billy Kryenik is BACK in New Alberta Pro Wrestling! What do you make of that, Jack Jones? JACK JONES: As a man who lost his wrestling career due to a neck injury, I'm pretty damn surprised... if Kryenik wants to compete and doctor's have given him a clean bill of health, hell, you aren't going to stop the man. No wrestler wants to have their career end that way! BILL HEWSON: Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first, Billy Kryenik is back in NAPW! And after that huge announcement, well, catch your breath because we are moments away from the NAPW Heavyweight Title match. One champion --- three challengers --- one winner. Let's take a look.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is your first MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING. It is a FATAL Four-way match for the NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! "Rebirth" and here comes the "Outlaw". He looks more focused for this contest than any other NAPW match he has competed in. That includes an Inferno match. We walks to the ring and enters it to a grand ovation. He is truly loved by the fans for his awesome ability, and his entertaining style. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, he is fighting out of Patterson, New Jersey. He weighs in at Two hundred forty eight pounds. He is the OUTLAW... PAAAATTTRRICCK KIIIIIDD! BILL HEWSON: This man has what it takes, there's no denying that. But he has three of the most gifted wrestlers in the history of NAPW fighting him tonight. JACK JONES: Rees and Evan Cartwright are going make him wish he'd never came to NAPW. BILL HEWSON: The fans love him, Kidd was meant to be here. Sam and Dave play Cartwright's theme music, and he comes out to a Perfect chorus of boos. He is not liked here in NAPW. He has been here the longest out of the four men. He enters the ring, climbs the top turnbuckle, and gazes at the crowd. FRANK WARBURTON: Next participant is wrestling out of Cairo, Illinois. He weighs in at Two hundred twenty two pounds. He is the former NAPW Tag team champion, former NAPW Provincial Champion, he is PERFECTION... EVVVAANN CAARRTWRIIIGHTT! BILL HEWSON: The arrogance of this man is unbelievable. JACK JONES: If you had his talent, his looks, and his charisma.. you'd be pretty cocky too. He is my pick to win, if the belt changes hands. BILL HEWSON: So you're picking him or Rees? Way to go out on a limb. "Ibi Dreams Of Pavement" by Broken Social Scene brings out Mr. Maps and Patrick Bickle. The reaction is off the charts. This man is adored and it's truly amazing. Several months ago he was hated... now look what happened. He stares at Evan and Kidd as he enters. FRANK WARBURTON: The next challenger is fighting out of New York City. He weighs in at One hundred seventy five pounds. The former NAPW Kiniski Cup Champion, PAAAATTTRRICCK BIIICKLLE! BILL HEWSON: The transformation is complete. Bickle is the submission machine and no longer a risk taker. He has doubted himself for a few days, but realizes that tonight is here. It's put up of shut up, and he is roaring to go. JACK JONES: BAH! The transformation from an evil genius to a fan kiss ass. Yeah, that'll put asses in the seats. BILL HEWSON: The building is sold out! JACK JONES: Don't underestimate the drawing power of JACK ATTACK! Harry Hibbs' "Fighting 59" leads in the champ. Ol' Salty is with him and it's his first opportunity to defend the gold. He has loss two straight matches. Last weeks match was just a set up to the formation of his "Winner's Circle." Tonight will not be like that. This match is every man for himself, and it's the most unpredictable title match ever. FRANK WARBURTON: And finally... fighting out of Bell Island, New Foundland. He weighed in at Two hundred forty eight pounds. He is the former NAPW Television and Provincial Champion. The EAST COAST SENSATION. The current NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIOOON! THE LEMONDROP KID... LLLOOOYYYDD REEEESS! BILL HEWSON: Two match losing streak after winning the big belt.. What's up with your guy? JACK JONES: Last week's match was a win... Simply Beautiful didn't look like a winner with flames on his back. And Warburton forgot to add "The most decorated champion in NAPW history." And something about ketchup. John Sharplin is one unlucky bastard. Four men at the same time, all going at it.. this will be crazy. The bell sounds and NAPW history is underway. The first four man NAPW title match. Rees and Kidd pair off, as does Bickle and Cartwright. Rees locks up Kidd into the corner, and he clean breaks... But only for a second. Rees with a nasty chop. WHOO! On the other side Evan is locked in a side headlock. He gets his arms around Bickle and back suplexes him off. Rees chops Kidd again. Kidd turns the tables and puts Rees in the corner. WHOO! WHOO! Two chops off the bat and Rees counters a third attempt with a thumb to the eye. Sharplin is letting things go a bit, as trying to maintain order bythe rule book.. is near impossible. Evan picks Bickle up and nails a Japanese Armdrag. Bickle lands at the feet of a recovering Kidd. Kidd lays in a boot. Rees watches. JACK JONES: Rees and Evan are going to let the Patrick's beat each other up. BILL HEWSON: Smart moves. Bickle grabs his leg, after another attempt. He trips Kidd down and is going for the STF. Rees and Evan come in quick to make sure a submission won't happen. Evan kicks Bickle. Rees kicks Kidd. Now Rees and Evan lock eyes for a moment, but then pick a guy each. Rees goes with Bickle. Evan has Kidd set up for the WHEELBARROW SUPLEX.. Kidd counters in mid air with a fantastic Armdrag. I haven't seen that move since Eddie Guererro vs Rey Mysterio a year and a half ago. Rees and Bickle are exchanging right hands and Rees goes in for a shot.. But Bickle with the Fujiwara Armbar. He takes him down hard with it. Kidd sees it and makes the save. Evan bursts behind Kidd with a German Suplex with a bridge. The Cover! ONE! TWO! REES WITH THE SAVE. BILL HEWSON: Evan was an inch a way from winning the gold. JACK JONES: Some slow counting if you ask me.. BILL HEWSON: Well I didn't. Rees gets rolled up by the wily Bickle. Sharplin barely does a one count before Rees kicks out. Rees gets up AND MEETS THE PERFECT UPPERCUT! Bickle rolls him up again but they're in the ropes. Evan grabs Rees and has him ready for the WHEEL BARROW SUPLEX... HE ROLLS WITH IT.. THE CARTWHEEL! WHAM! BILL HEWSON: That was one sadistic sight. Kidd with a clothesline from the back.. Bickle with a lariat from the front. JACK JONES: Stereo Clothelines? By the Pats? Evan is knocked out. Bickle and Kidd tangle again. Bickle gets thrown into the ropes, and rebounds. PINE ON THE SPINE! SHADES OF DOUBLE A!! The cover by Kidd.. ONE... TWO... REES AGAIN WITH A SAVE! He saved his belt once more. Evan is stirring a bit. Rees picks up Kidd and he and Bickle team up. Spike piledriver on Kidd. Neither man covers as they know the other will stop it. They are at a stand off. Evan crawls towards Kidd. ONE! TWO! DOUBLE SAVE AS EVAN CAN'T SNEAK THE PIN! BILL HEWSON: Evan almost stole the match and the belt! This is a bad situation for the champion to be in, Jones. JACK JONES: Bad? It's awful! What the commish was thinking I'll never know. BILL HEWSON: Ratings, Jones, that's all he ever thinks about, and he doesn't care who he has to run over to get them. Rees sees the prone Evan and he owes him for the Cartwheel. He slaps on the CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK. Bickle is fighting with Kidd. He sees it and dives with a dropkick nailing Rees in the face. JACK JONES: Did you see how far he jumped? RVD be damned! Kidd is up and Bickle doesn't see him. SWINGING NECKBREACKER. Kidd with the cover. ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Kickout by Bickle. Evan is up and sees Rees. He takes him to the corner. He has him setup. DIAMOND DUST! The cover by Cartwright! ONE! TWO! THREE... REES WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPE! Bickle and Kidd are brawling to the outside. Sharplin is keeping with the action on the inside. Evan thought he had the win, but no cigar. Now he goes with a reverse chinlock on Rees. Evan is catching his breath, while Rees loses his. On the outside.. Bickle gets hit with a suplex on the floor. Kidd is back in the ring. Bickle is down. Evan lets go of Rees to stop an attack by The Outlaw. They exchange punches and Evan catches him with a ROARING ELBOW. Kidd is dazed. Sambo suplex time? Nope! Rees with the DDT FROM THE GREEN ON EVAN. Kidd is still dazed but stops an immediate cover. Bickle is moving outside the ring. "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!" BILL HEWSON: This is hard hitting, fast paced.. and I challenge any company in the world to put on a show like this. JACK JONES: They couldn't even if they tried! Kidd and Rees lock up again. Kidd with a side headlock. Rees shoots him off. Bickle stands up on the outside and KIDD WITH A SUICIDE DIVE. "HOLY (BLEEP)!" BILL HEWSON: Kidd used his instinct there! Both Patrick's are motionless on the outside! JACK JONES: Yeah, and while they're motionless, Cartwright's going to win this thing! Evan is finally up, Rees is looking outside the ring. He turns around into a SAMBO SUPLEX. The cover. ONE... TWO... NO CIGAR! Never a cigar for Cartwright. Rees with a shoulder up. Evan is frustrated. Bickle and Kidd are moving on the outside. Rees battles up, LOW BLOW! Sharplin missed that one. He grabs Evan and THE EAST END DROP! Rees with the cover. ONE, TWO... REES IS DRAGGED OUTSIDE. Bickle is back in the ring. Kidd is fighting with Rees. Bickle has Evan prone for a rear naked choke. Evan is gasping for air. Rees is still battling Kidd. Kidd sees Evan in trouble. The arm goes up and it goes down ONCE. Kidd pushes Rees away and then nails the Crimson Tide on the floor! The champion is out! Kidd gets up, just as Evan's arm falls TWICE. Kidd rolls into the ring and Evan's arm falls NO... KIDD CAUGHT THE ARM AND BREAKS THE HOLD. BILL HEWSON: Patrick Kidd has kept the match alive! Bickle had the title so close, he could taste it! JACK JONES: Rees is bleeding on the outside, but is on his knees, trying to crawl in. Bickle gets booted in the head and KIDD WITH CATTLE MUTILATION TO EVAN. JACK JONES: Leave him alone, you... monsters! Rees stops that very quickly. But Bickle goes for ROLL CREDITS ON REES! He locks it on! BILL HEWSON: This isn't looking good from Rees and Evan's standpoint. Wait! Kidd ends the move in time to catch Bickle trying to get him! Kidd with a HENNIGPLEX! ONE! TWO! Th---SAVED at the last second by Evan Cartwright! Uppercut to Kidd! Bickle... eats a PERFECT UPPERCUT! JACK JONES: Toastyyyyyy! Rees comes over and BLOCKS ONE! But wait a minute! Patrick Bickle tries to german suplex Lloyd, Lloyd low blows him! Kidd rolls up Evan from behind! Lloyd covers, FEET ON THE ROPES! Kidd has Evan pinned! IT'S A DOUBLE COVER! ONE! TWO! EVAN KICKS OUT RIGHT WHEN... BICKLE GETS A SHOULDER UP! JACK JONES: I can't keep up with this action! Kidd keeps on Evan. Rees pulls some powder out of his boot... he nails Kidd in the eyes. Bickle turns Rees around. He elbows Rees in the gut. Evan with comes with ROARING ELBOW THAT FLOORS THE BLIND KIDD! Bickle hits a Northernlights Suplex on Rees. Bickle is up and nails Evan with a fist. Evan dropkicks Bickle to the turnbuckle. Rees is down. Evan turns his attention to Kidd. He goes for the Wheelbarrow suplex... HE ROLLS THROUGH AGAIN! CARTWHEEL ON KIDD. THE SUBMISSION IS LOCKED IN! He is turned away from the downed Rees. Kidd is holding on for dear life. BILL HEWSON: Patrick Bickle is going up top. He doesn't go up top anymore! JACK JONES: That is what he said... but he is up there. Light bulbs flash as Kidd is almost ready to tap... and FRRRREEEEFALLL! BICKLE NAILS REES! THE COVER! ONE... KIDD HAS GOT HIS HAND OUT... TWO... KIDD IS IN SO MUCH PAIN AND HE... THREE! DOESN'T TAP! The referee rings for the bell. All four men are exhausted, Lloyd Rees is certainly out of it. Evan Cartwright is celebrating, Bickle pulling himself up by the ropes. Sharplin has the title belt in his hands... BILL HEWSON: But wait a minute, just who is the winner? FRANK WARBURTON: THE WINNER AND NEEEWWW NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... PATRRIIICCKKK BICCCKLLEE! Evan's eyes bug out of his head as Sharplin raises Bickle's arm in victory and hands him the NAPW Title belt! The crowd explodes in cheers and applause for the NEW NAPW Champion! BILL HEWSON: Evan Cartwright thought he won, but Patrick Kidd never tapped out! Patrick BICKLE... he went back to the top! He FREEFELL onto Lloyd Rees and ... PATRICK BICKLE IS YOUR NEW NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! JACK JONES: I don't believe it! I can't believe it! Ol' Salty pulls Lloyd out of the ring. The former champ is a bloody mess. Rod and Dutch come out to help Lloyd to the back. Patrick Kidd meanwhile has pulled himself up in one corner. Patrick Bickle notices him and gives him a hand. He pulls the man up. The two Patrick's exchange an embrace, and then Kidd leaves the ring to let Bickle celebrate. Except that he's not alone. Evan Cartwright is still in the ring. Hands on his hips, a black expression on his face. BILL HEWSON: Wait a minute here... I don't like the look on Cartwright's face. Evan is in the ring, and now Bickle notices him. The two men are starting at each other. Evan takes a step towards Bickle, the crowd holds their breath. Evan RIGHT in Bickle's face, lips moving. "This close, Bickle, you're damn lucky." The tension builds... finally, Evan Cartwright extends a hand. Brief. TERSE handshake between the new champion and Cartwright. Cartwright leaves the ring, saying "Next time, Bickle, you and me, next time." Meanwhile... it is now Patrick Bickle alone in the ring! His music kicks up and he celebrates, holding the title belt high above his head! BILL HEWSON: Give all four men a lot of credit, that was a tough match, a hard match, but tonight... Patrick Bickle became the man! And he did it... by beating the man! Ladies and gentlemen, the new NAPW Champion!
JOSEPH WINCHELL: Very impressive win, there, Mr. Canada. It's a shame you won't be able to stick around too long. I know how tough it is running a business. MR. CANADA: My business is entertaining this great country of ours! JOSEPH WINCHELL: Yeah. About that, if you truly are a Canadian legend, why haven't I heard about you before? I'd have thought such a prestigious wrestler such as yourself would have been hired by me when I took over this federation. Unless, of course, you were already hired. A man of your, heh, "caliber" would be quite the feather in my cap. MR. CANADA: I'll tell you something, Mr. Winchell. I've travelled this entire country, from Antigonish, Nova Scotia to Zaras Island, British Columbia, but I've never had a crowd like that behind me. You should be proud of your company, sir. I know I am. JOSEPH WINCHELL: Look, cut the bullcrap, Rex. I know it's you under there. You can't hide that North Carolina accent, and that mask doesn't cover your Nexus One mustache at all! MR. CANADA: You must have me mistaken for somebody else. I'm not sure who this Rex Caliber is. No, wait. Was he that devilishly sexy, super-charismatic guy who was being inducted into the Ring of Prestige? I hear he's in the running for Edmonton's best dad as well. No, I ain't the man you think I am. JOSEPH WINCHELL: Do you think I'm stupid? In your promos, I distinctly saw the Nexus One Sports Club sign in the background! You called the Royal Foundation 'bitches!' You use the Cloverleaf, just like Rex Caliber! And your finisher's the Rings of Saturn! MR. CANADA: Correction: the Rings of Calgary. There's a subtle difference in the way I apply the move. You see, Perry Saturn pulled the arms backwards while I go more for an outward and upward mot- JOSEPH WINCHELL: IT DOESN'T MATTER! You are Rex Caliber! And I'll prove that by taking off your mask! Winchell lunges for the mask of Mr. Canada. MR. CANADA: Hands off the merchandise, pal! JOSEPH WINCHELL: Come on! I need your mask off! I will NOT be the laughingstock of this federation! Mr. Canada pushes Winchell away. MR. CANADA: Well, you don't need my help here, jerk. Here I was, thinking I could help you out by signing up with NAPW, but that's not gonna happen now! No, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. JOSEPH WINCHELL: Work taking off that mask, you fraud? MR. CANADA: Well, no. Wherever there is a Canadian child that needs help, Mr. Canada is there. Wherever my country is in turmoil, that's where you'll find... Mister Canada! Mr. Canada's cell phone rings, to the tune of "The Maple Leaf Forever." He answers it. MR. CANADA: Mr. Canada, hero to Canadians everywhere. Oh, HELLO, Mr. Prime Minister! You've got some bills that need to be looked over? I'm your man! Mr. Canada walks off. JOSEPH WINCHELL: You think you've got the better of me, Caliber? I know it's you! You can't fool the commissoner! Fade.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the HOUSE OF HORRORS steel cage challenge! The match will begin when all five wrestlers have entered the cage, and does not end until all but one man is HANDCUFFED to the cage itself! The winner will then receive five minutes alone with his opponents at his mercy! And now... the combatants! And once again, "Baddstreet USA" kicks up... The Moose enters, and like his teammates, he is dressed as a FREEBIRD. With Rebel tights... It's The Moose as Terry Bam-Bam Gordy! The Moose enters the ring to jeers and boos. He looks up at the cage, tests it, never losing the big grin visible throughout his magnificent beard. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, now residing in Calgary Alberta Canada... weighing in at six-feet, four inches tall and representing THE WINNER'S CIRCLE... he is "THE MOOSE!" MARK MILLAR! Booo. The Moose's music fades out. Next. Violin. Strings. Build. Build. BUILD. BOOM. Is it the Apocalypse? No, it's just Apocalyptica with "PATH." And that means only one man, one man who is unsurprisingly NOT dressed up for the evening... FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second, from BROOKLYN NEW YORK! He weighs two-hundred and ten pounds and stands at five feet, ten inches tall! The Shooter... RRRRRRRAVAGER! Ravager calmly walks to the ring, eyes focused. He pauses on the steel steps leading into the cage door, surveying the crowd impassively. The booos and jeers do little but amuse him. Ravager steps into the ring. He and Moose lock eyes. BILL HEWSON: One year ago, it was The Moose and Ravager who wrestled to become the first-ever NAPW Provincial Champion. Just last week these two beat D-X in a tag team match. There is a respect between these two men, that's for sure. And then... Ravager and Moose each turn to face the entrance way as Public Enemy kicks up. Entering alone... FRANK WARBURTON: Next! From St. Albert Alberta, he is one-half of the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds standing six-feet, three inches tall... a member of The New & Improved D-X he is THE BEAST! BRUCE! RICHARDS! And enter he does... dressed as MOLTAR from Space Ghost: Coast To Coast! Neither Tiffany or Bill Fleming are anywhere to be seen. The Beast walks to the ring, but he stops before getting in the cage. JACK JONES: Ya see that? The Beast doesn't want any part of The Moose or Ravager! He's a coward! BILL HEWSON: Hardly. I won't be surprised to see The Moose & Ravager team up during this match, but one question that needs to be answered... what about D-X? They haven't spoken since their match last week! Will they be on the same page? They are technically AGAINST one another tonight. The Beast's music fades. Philosopher Kings are next. JACK JONES: We won't have long to find out, Hewson! FRANK WARBURTON: And now, from Moose Jaw Saskatchewan! Weighing two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds and standing six-feet, three inches tall... he is the other half of the Tag Team Champion New & Improved D-X! Ladies and gentlemen, STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! Stylin' Kyle comes through the curtain... and yes, he IS dressed as Space Ghost! Bill Fleming comes out behind him, dressed as crazy space mantis ZORAK! Kyle springs to the ring... The Beast tosses his Moltar hood to the ground and D-X burst into the ring. The Moose & Ravager meet them there! It's a Pier-Six brawl inside the cage from the get go ---
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AND THE CROWD EXPLODES FOR ONE LETTER --- SAID REAL LOUD. He hits the ring. Fists flying. Feet finding their mark. This? This is what he does best. This is what he lives for. BILL HEWSON: D! IS HERE! D! --- IS --- CLEARING THE RING! JACK JONES: He's like a man possessed, Hewson! BILL HEWSON: Ravager gets it! Moose gets it! Roberts gets it! Richards gets it! No quarter given, none taken! D! has no friends in this match, but he may not need one! Crowd is going batshit. Batshit insane. Bodies are staggered, and D! is in the center of the ring, dynamic. He reaches way up --- touches the canvas --- then gets some AIR! STINGER SPLASH ON RAVAGER! Steps out, shake it loose baby, you're good STINGER SPLASH! Roberts slumps! D! with more momentum and STINGER SPLASH! The Beast caught! One more for good measure... and you better BELIEVE Moose is on the receiving end of a STINGER SPLASH. All four men are down in each corner of the ring, D! in the middle, toque still on, cocky grin on his face. The crowd goads him on, cheers him on, eggs him on. They love D!, they want to see him do it all. They want to see him DANCE. And dance he does. Ravager is the target! The dance? The Rockettes Kick. OF DOOM. Can YOU do the can-can? D! can! The crowd sings along... and meanwhile, D-X have regrouped together and are double-teaming The Moose. D-X double-lift Moose face-first into the steel cage! And it don't taste like chocolate. BILL HEWSON: D! is on fire Jack Jones, but now D-X are looking for some revenge against a man who has made their lives hell lately in The Moose. JACK JONES: It's every man for himself, why are they teaming? They can't win as a team! BILL HEWSON: They can eliminate the competition. Moose sent for an irish whip, he bounces off one side of the ropes and cage... then gets double back body dropped by the members of D-X. Moose splats on the canvas. Meanwhile, D! has Ravager and sends HIM to the ropes. D-X sidestep, Ravager rebounds right into a PLAGUE SPINEBUSTER by D! --- no, Ravager counters with an inverted STO. Quick thinking by Ravager, who rolls to the outside of the ring. The Beast choking out Moose, it's not like it's illegal in this one. Stylin' Kyle gets a stomp in for good measure. Very touch match to be in with five men all wrestling at once. D-X going for the handcuffs early! They'd love to eliminate The Moose in the early going. But watch out --- here's Ravager with a garbage can he just grabbed from the wall! Ravager bashes the can across the back of Robert's head. That causes the contents to spill out, and then Ravager throws the can right into the face of The Beast. Ravager reaches into the spilled pile of plunda and pulls out... well, the old staple cookie sheet. He bends the cookie sheet across D!'s face and discards it, reaching for something else. BILL HEWSON: What's he going for now? What deadly weapon is Ravager going to find --- JACK JONES: Oh for the love of God. BILL HEWSON: NO! NO! DON'T DO IT RAVAGER! MY GOD MAN, WHERE'S YOUR HUMANITY? And Ravager holds up high, for everybody in the arena to see. "If They Only Knew" by Chyna. The crowd gasps in terror as Ravager takes the terrible tome and bashes it over D!'s head! D! reacts like he's been shot! Ravager turns around and wields it towards D-X. Roberts pulls his Space Ghost cape in front of his face for protection as Richards makes a cross with his fingers. Ravager lets the smallest of smirks come onto his face --- But he forgot about Moose, and there ain't no friends in this match, only opponents. Moose takes the business end of a street sign to Ravager's back and head. Ravager drops to one knee, and that's all Moose needs to grab his man with an inverse chin lock... reverse suplex! Ravager gets slammed face-first into the steel cage wall, and then dropped unceremoniously down between the ropes and the cage. Meanwhile, D-X have grabbed D!... Kyle has handcuffs in his hand, he's got one over D!'s wrist, but D! is fighting like a madman to prevent being cuffed to the cage! BILL HEWSON: D-X could eliminate D! right now --- wait a minute, D! with a low blow to Richards! Uncharacteristic of the TEAM Champion of Champions, Jones. JACK JONES: It's not illegal in this environment, Hewson, and hell --- you've got two men dressed in THOSE costumes trying to handcuff you, I'd do whatever it took to avoid it as well! D! then grabs Roberts's yellow cape and yanks on it, yanking Roberts into his FIST. Eat it, doggie, eat it. D! pulls the cape over Roberts face and proceeds to jam a knee into his back, pulling back on the now turned and twisted cape. Richards would save him, but The Moose has abandoned his assault on Ravager to take him to town. The Moose and The Beast, two big men, going at it. The Moose rams Bruce's head into the steel --- Bruce blocks it, then bashes Moose's face instead! And again and again! So much anger between these two men coming out now. Bruce grabs the nearest weapon off the cage... and it's a guitar? The Beast strums a chord, then KABONG. Brings the guitar down on Moose's head in a cloud of splinters and sawdust! Moose falls backwards like a felled tree as The Beast tosses the splintered guitar neck on him. But wait! FROM BEHIND! NYQUIL DRIVER! D! takes The Beast down with a Nyquil Driver! He's going for cuffs, D! trying to eliminate The Beast --- the man he hit with a steel chair one week ago. JACK JONES: Do it, D! BILL HEWSON: Since when are you a D! fan? JACK JONES: I'm not, but I'm sure not a D-X fan! Lousy turncoats. BILL HEWSON: D! could put Bruce away here... but wait a minute, Ravager is up! What's he got in his hands, is that a lead pipe? Wait a minute --- oh my GOD! JACK JONES: That... that doesn't look good. D! is now on the mat in agony, screaming, holding his knee. Ravager holds the lead pipe he just used to clip D!'s knee high, a smirk of satisfication on his face. D! is screaming. Literally screaming. Referee Dick Kiebiech, on the outside, is holding up his arms with an "x" signal. BILL HEWSON: My God, I think Ravager just shattered D!'s kneecap. With that lead pipe... What a vicious attack! JACK JONES: I didn't know Tonya Harding was going to be in the match. But seriously Hewson, it's the House of Horrors. It's not figure skating! BILL HEWSON: And I don't believe this, EMTs are coming down with a stretcher. Head Referee Dick Kiebiech is unlocking the cage door, my God. While this goes on, Ravager stomps Kyle and The Beast to keep 'em down. Kiebiech comes in, Ravager makes to hit him. Kiebiech holds him off. "This man is DONE." Ravager looks like he has a different idea, but before he can really do much, EMT's scramble into the ring and haul D! out as if out of a war zone. D! tries to take one step before collapsing in more pain. He's loaded onto a stretcher to the boos of the crowd and wheeled up the ramp... BILL HEWSON: Dick Kiebiech has pulled D! out of this match, Jones, and now the whole complexion of the match has changed. My God, Ravager could have just ended D!'s career with that shot! JACK JONES: The steel cage shortens careers, Hewson. And now Ravager is in the driver's seat! He sure is. Using that lead pipe still, holding it across Bruce's neck. The Moose & Roberts are slugging it out in another part of the ring. Roberts knocks Moose for a loop and tries to help Bruce --- Moose charges from behind and smashes Kyle into the cage wall. Kyle falls backwards, right into a Moose STUNGUN off the top rope. Kyle's head snaps back. Moose grins to the crowd, garnering boos. He grabs a steel chair from the turnbuckle and uses it to choke Kyle on the mat. Sadistic. The Beast, however, has somehow managed to get to his feet with Ravager on his back! The Beast is up and like Andrew The Giant versus Westley, crunches Ravager between his broad back and the steel cage! Zorak/Fleming says "That's right, that's the ticket!" on the outside. Then he eats his young. Or something. Anyways. Meanwhile The Beast has knocked the wind out of Ravager and tries to recover his own wind, his throat rubbed raw from that lead pipe. Ravager suddenly charges, but Bruce sidesteps and beales Ravager right into the steel! Ravager stumbles backwards and bumps into Moose --- "Eh?" and then they both turn around into a double-clothesline by The Beast! That takes it out! Kyle gets up, coughing, but here's The Beast! He hoists Ravager up! Kyle hits the ropes and comes off with a STYLESKICK to Ravager's unprotected chin! It's a variation of the HART ATTACK and Ravager is down. And. Out. But D-X don't go for him... wait a minute, they've both turned their attention to one Mark Millar. BILL HEWSON: Payback's a bitch, Millar! D-X advance on The Moose --- Millar lashes out first, catching Roberts with a fist. He does the same for Richards but D-X continue to advance on him! Ohhh low blow to Roberts takes him down. Ravager down, Roberts down, The Moose and The Beast in the middle of the ring just trading huge blows! But The Beast's rage is too much and Millar is losing this battle by God! Millar getting slugged into the ropes, where Bruce palms the man's face in his hand and starts slamming the back of Moose's head into the steel cage. Moose gets an eye gouge to stop it... and hoists Bruce up for an F5! ROUGHNECK COMIN' UP --- The Beast lands behind The Moose! Moose whirled around, The Beast puts HIM on his shoulders! HUMAN TORTURE RACK! The Beast is racking The Moose, and then he flips Moose forward! NOW IT'S TIME. The crowd on their FEET for... THE CHART ATTACK! The Beast sends Moose spinning off and INTO the side of the cage before collapsing to the mat. Kyle is up. D-X haul Moose up and are suddenly very busy. Before he can do anything about it, "The Moose" Mark Millar has handcuffs linking one wrist to the cage! The Moose is cuffed, he is eliminated from this match! And not only that... but suddenly The Beast producers a pair of shears from inside his Moltar costume! JACK JONES: Oh no! NOT THE BEARD! Kyle holds the dazed Moose up... and The Beast chops a huge chunk of Moose's big, magnificent beard off! The Beast grabs the big chunk of beard and holds it high to a roar of approval from the crowd. BILL HEWSON: The first man to be cuffed is The Moose, and now it's down to D-X and Ravager. And those odds do not favor Ravager. JACK JONES: The beard... D-X are just mean. BILL HEWSON: The rumour that Moose's power lies in his facial hair has never been proved to my satisfaction. JACK JONES: Well... just remember Moose may be out of this match, but he's still IN the cage. D-X won't want to wander close to him, not after what they just did. BILL HEWSON: That's a good point, and you don't get many. D-X bump knuckles, and then turn their attention to Ravager. The Shooter is in one corner, wielding the steel chair Moose dropped. Roberts steps near, Ravager almost tags him. It's a Mexican Standoff... until D-X each find a weapon, not taking their eyes off of Ravager. Roberts has a kendo stick. Richards has a stop sign. All three men are still. Who will make the first move? Roberts and Richards move at once, both trying to bash Ravager, who barely ducks out of the way. Ravager turns around and swings --- his chair misses Roberts by an inch! And that's all The Beast needs to knock Ravager in the top of the head with the stop sign! Ravager crumples to the canvas and D-X know that it's time. Time to get DOWN AND DIRTY! Roberts sets Ravager up... Polar-izer! The Beast on the top rope! Time for a Moonsault --- wait a minute! The Moose just knocked the ropes, knocking The Beast off-balance. Beast gets crotched on the top rope! Kyle tells Moose that's it, and crashes him with the kendo stick! What Kyle doesn't know is that Ravager is up surprisingly quickly after the Polar-izer --- and right behind him! LAST RESORT! Kyle gets flopped! And wait just a damned minute, what the hell? Ravager with a stiff open hand chop to Bruce, another, a flurry! Ravager has Beast dazed, and now he's.... he's not going to! Ravager to a near-three hundred pound man! BUSINESS...IS...BUSINESS muscle buster on The Beast Richards! Roberts is down from the Last Resort! Ravager grabs a pair of handcuffs from the debris, cuffs Richards, and then cuffs the man down near the bottom of the cage. A laying Bruce Richards has been cuffed underneath the bottom rope to the steel age! BILL HEWSON: I didn't know Ravager had that kind of strength, Jones. It must be sheer stubborn spite. Give the assist to the already cuffed Moose, but this match... is now down to two men. Ravager. Stylin' Kyle Roberts. One man will win House of Horrors, and you know will be in the top rankings for the NAPW Heavyweight Title! JACK JONES: Wouldn't that be interesting for D-X, Hewson? The Beast has his Battlebowl title shot... what if Roberts becomes #1 contender? Hmmm? BILL HEWSON: D-X are competitive, but they are a team first. The tag team belts they carry are the most important tag belts in wrestling, and possibly most important titles in North American wrestling today. That's how much D-X has meant to tag team wrestling this past year. But right now it is Stylin' Kyle Roberts and Ravager, toe to toe... this will get ugly. And in the ring, Ravager is standing, slapping the lead pipe into the palm of one hand. Across the ring, Stylin' Kyle is up, shaking off the effects of the Last Resort. Roberts sees Bruce cuffed and dazed, then locks eyes with Ravager. "Put that thing down and fight me like a man, BOB." Ravager's eyes briefly glint and then, shrugging, he tosses the lead pipe aside. Ravager and Roberts in the center of the ring, nose to nose, eye to eye. The tension. And then. It busts loose. Ravager. Roberts. Ravager. Roberts. Chops. Punches. Strikes. Ravager with a palm thrust to the bridge of Roberts nose, breaking it. Bleeding from the nose. This is hardly a wrestling match, this is a fight. Ravager however uses an irish whip to send Kyle to the cage hard. Kyle stumbles back, Ravager with a second Last Resort --- Kyle struggles out though! He turns it around, German Suplex, Ravager won't let it happen, tries for a Crippler Crossface, Roberts is fighting it, he's still half on his feet --- stands up with Ravager in the fireman's carry! MOOSE JAW DRIVER! He nails it! Roberts back to his feet, wobbly, but alive. The fans rise up in a "D-X" chant and that gives him the energy he needs... To turn "Bob" over into the BEAR-TAMER. The Walls of Style. Whatever you will call it. Ravager screaming in pain as Roberts wrenches back. The Beast pumps his fist from his cuffed position, trying to dislodge the handcuffs. Moose is pulling on his cuffs, but to no avail. Ravager taps out, but in this match, there is no tap out. Roberts is simply trying to break Ravager. Finally. Mercifully. Roberts lets go. Ravager slumps on the canvas, hand on his back, in intense pain. Roberts finds something. He holds it up. He holds up, dangling, a glinting pair of steel handcuffs. The crowd pops huge! Roberts grabs Ravager by the wrist, slapping the cuffs over it. He drags Ravager to the side of the cage, but Ravager is fighting it. Ravager trying to pull back, using his other arm to pull back oh my GOD, Ravager is biting the bridge of Kyle's nose! Kyle yells in pain as Ravager pulls away, lips stained with Robert's blood. Kyle is holding his palm to his face. Ravager suddenly grabs Roberts wrist... snap. Cuff! Roberts fights! Ravager and Roberts each have cuffs on their wrist, both are trying to cuff the opponent to the cage! Roberts however is stronger than Ravager CLANG. BILL HEWSON: What in the world was THAT? JACK JONES: Oh my God! Hahaha... The Moose just one-hand tossed that garbage can right at Stylin' Kyle! BILL HEWSON: Wait just a damned minute... Wait! Ravager just cuffed Kyle to the steel cage! Jones, Ravager has WON THE HOUSE OF HORRORS! Moose guffaws loudly. Kyle glares at Ravager, then Moose, pissed off. He's dazed, blood is coming from his nose, but dammit, he was overpowering Ravager. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner... RAAAAAVAGER! And now, Ravager has five minutes alone in the cage with his cuffed opponents! BILL HEWSON: And well, this was what was advertised, but what is Ravager going to do? JACK JONES: Start with that kendo stick, I think. Eeep! Ravager goes right to Roberts. "What's my name?" "BOB." WHACK. "WHAT'S MY NAME?" "BOB!" WHACK. "WHAT'S MY NAME?" "BOB, YOU STUPID JACKASS." WHACK. How long this could go on... nobody will ever know. Lights out.
And then, the lights come on. In the middle of the ring stands a man nobody expected. Tall, goateed, with close cropped hair. JACK JONES: Holy. Hell. BILL HEWSON: Oh my GOD, THE PLAGUE IS HERE! THE PLAGUE! THE FIRST NAPW CHAMPION! Ravager looks dumbstruck. And then with an evil grin, The Plague boots Ravager in the stomach HARD... and hooks his arms! Double underhook... THE ANGEL'S WINGS! ANGEL'S WINGS! ANGEL'S WINGS! The crowd, shocked, begins to cheer! Plague has just decimated Ravager! And now... wait a minute! The Plague just produced a key from his pants pocket. What's this? Oh my god! The Plague is releasing The Moose. The crowds cheers now turn to confused boos as Plague shakes hands with The Moose. Moose grins through his now mangled beard, picking up a weapon. It's a steel chair, baby! The Plague standing over Ravager, making the sign of the cross as a priest would. Moose looks at D-X, both of them are cuffed and helpless, both trying desperately to get free as Moose tees off BILL HEWSON: NO NO --- THE DUDES! THE DUDES! THE DUDES ARE HITTING THE RING! THE DUDES ARE HITTING THE RING! JACK JONES: WHAAAAAT? BILL HEWSON: CAMERON SCOTT JUST RIPPED THE STEEL CHAIR FROM MOOSE'S HANDS! We have a standoff OH MY GOD NO! NO! NOOOOO! JACK JONES: DID HE --- he just --- Cameron Scott just --- BILL HEWSON: Cameron Scott just hit Stylin' Kyle Roberts in the face with a sickening steel chair shot! What the HELL is going on here? Oh my God! AN EMBRACE! The sickening embrace between The Plague and The Dudes! What the hell is going on here --- Kyle is cuffed and slumped. The Beast is screaming for The Dudes' blood as Mike Johnston screams in the face of the slumped Kyle. Plague meanwhile, picks up Ravager. SPINEBUSTER. Plaguebuster connects, slamming Ravager right onto a pile of debris. The Moose and Cameron Scott begin STOMPING on Kyle as Mike Johnston now takes the steel chair... and TEES OFF on The Beast's unprotected head. BILL HEWSON: For the love of God, he can't even cover up! The Beast was in the hospital for a week! What the hell is wrong with The Dudes? What the HELL is wrong --- Bill Fleming is getting in the ring! Fleming with a chair of his own trying to save his men! He blasts The Moose --- Oh God, Cameron Scott just leveled Bill Fleming. He's just a manager, what is this.... NO! NO! POWERBOMB ON BILL FLEMING RIGHT INTO A STEEL CHAIR! JACK JONES: We have checked out of reality, Hewson... I don't even know what to say. BILL HEWSON: And here comes Tiffany, the woman who brought The Dudes into NAPW, Bruce's girlfriend. She's in the ring, what are you doing woman? She's pleading with The Dudes, begging with them! Maybe she can talk some sense into them --- OH GOD NO! JACK JONES: THE MOOSE. Come on Millar, even you're not that --- BILL HEWSON: Look at Plague, giving the THUMBS DOWN! Where the hell has he even BEEN for a year! Oh my God, The Moose has Tiffany on his shoulders! She's not a wrestler! She's a woman --- NO! NO! NO! ROUGHNECK ON TIFFANY MACINTYRE! GOOD GOD NO! GOOD GOD YOU SON OF A BITCH --- YOU SONS OF BITCHES --- JACK JONES: Where the (BLEEP) is the help, dammit --- BILL HEWSON: Where --- HERE COME THE CELTIC ASSASSINS! Bobby O'Brady and Al Thoes are hitting the ring --- They're tearing it down! But by God, the numbers are too much! The Plague with a sick steel chair shot to the back of O'Brady, and now Michael K. Johnston with a DDT on a chair! Al Thoes is down! This is just disgusting! And now what is this? The Plague gives the key to Michael Johnston. Mike... unlocks Kyle's cuffs? Meanwhile, The Plague and Moose handcuff Ravager's hands behind his back. Cameron Scott hoists Kyle up... Mike off the top rope! The SLACK ATTACK! Kyle is down, but The Dudes aren't done! Mike grabs Kyle... THE BEAR-TAMER! Cameron Scott right in Kyle's face, screaming "BREAK HIM, MIKE! BREAK HIM!" Meanwhile, The Plague has Ravager... Ravager is on his knees, face a complete crimson mask. Plague holds Ravager's chin in his hands, smirking like the devil himself. He raises the steel chair HIGH --- This is the scene. Tiffany Macintyre is prone. Bruce Richards is half-conscious, his free arm draped over Tiffany in an attempt to shield her. Plague has a steel chair raised high above his head. A glassy-eyed Ravager is on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back. The Celtic Assassins are down and out, The Moose choking and stomping them. Mike Johnston is trying to break Kyle Roberts in half, Cameron Scott jeering Kyle. Bill Fleming is down after bravely trying to help his team. Rod Hardway and Dutch Flanagan have made their way out to help, taking revenge on the Celtic Assassins with their comrade Moose. There is no hope. Little light. Until D! comes out. D! rushes the ring, adrenaline pumping his bad leg. He has a steel chair. Three hits. Three members of Stiff Competition crashing to the canvas. The Dudes scatter, exiting the ring in a hurry as D! bangs the chair off the top rope in an attempt to nail Johnston. D! smashes the cage with the chair. The crowd goes banana. Orange. Apple. Bonzo gonzo. Coconut. COCONUT, dammit. Then. It is The Plague staring across the ring at the man who put him out of NAPW one year ago. D!. D!. The Plague. D!. The Plague. The crowd is begging for D! to kill Plague, they want his blood. And then their whole world is destroyed. BILL HEWSON: ... JACK JONES: He just hit KYLE! BILL HEWSON: D!... Kyle somehow was getting to his feet --- D! just HIT HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! What in the LIVING HELL --- The Plague smirks as D! begins laying into Roberts with the chair, a maniacal expression on D!'s face. The Dudes meanwhile have grabbed the NAPW Tag Team title belts from the timekeeper's table... and are taking off. The Dudes laughing, they have stolen the tag title belts. Plague casually leaves the cage as D! picks up where he left off. And tees off on Ravager's head. Ravager collapses in sickening fashion. Dick Kiebiech comes into the ring to reason with D!. He takes a chair shot. D! has taken out the head referee. Suddenly Wayne Wright is rushing to the ring! Wayne Wright, D!'s protege, he looks up to D!. He's not spared. The crowd is silent. They're horrified. They're too horrified to boo. D! has run out of victims in the cage and he comes out the door. The first person he sees is Frank Warburton. Frank gets it. The commentary stops. Jack Jones narrowly avoids a chair shot and bails into the crowd. Bill Hewson is not so lucky. D! hits the 48 year old gentlemen with a chair to the side of the head. Then. He stands on top of the announce table. Bloody chair held high. The Plague is at the top of the ramp, looking down at D!. And he's smiling. His student has learned well. This is how Anniversary Assault ends. The biggest night in NAPW history. The celebration of one full year of accomplishment. With D!, it's very face, it's poster boy, it's franchise standing atop the announce table, laughing sickly, holding a blood-stained steel chair. The savior of NAPW... Has delivered us unto evil.
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