TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.11/07/2006
The curtain sweeps aside. The crowd instantly turns hostile... as none other than D! enters the venue. There's no music... and there's no TEAM belt over D!'s shoulder. His knee is braced. The crowd boos D! to the ring, but it doesn't seem to anger him at all. Oh no, he's looking as calm as someone shopping for groceries. He grabs a microphone from Warburton and steps in, quite calm and content. The crowd does quiet down a bit, however. For all they hate him for his actions at Anniversary Assault last week, they want to know... ...Why. D!: So, what... are you angry? Is that it? You're all angry at me? You can't stand to have me standing here, in the middle of the ring? Well, it doesn't pay to get out of bed, sometimes, does it? Oh, I could turn around right now, get out of this ring, walk away, and you'd stop booing, but none of you, NONE OF YOU, would be any damn happier. Two reasons. First off, even with this busted knee of mine, I'm still TEN times the entertainer and a HUNDRED times the wrestler than the next guy in the NAPW locker room. You kick me out right now, you're stuck taking your chances with guys like Lloyd Rees and the Yellow Chicken--and let's face it, you've never, EVER, wanted to see them as badly as you've ever wanted to see me. And as for second, well, I think that sign right there says it all. The camera cuts away for a moment, showing a young fan holding up a sign that reads "WHY, D, WHY?" D!: Christ, there's supposed to be an explanation point in there. Good job. You've only been following me for a year, and you can't even figure out how to spell my (BLEEP) name right. Why, D!, Why? Why WHAT? Why would I storm into the Hallowe'en House of Horrors the way that I did? Why would I drop Moose, Dutch and Rod with a steel chair? Why would I chase out those no-good, back-stabbing Dudes? Is that the "Why" you want? Or would you rather I gave you an explanation for attacking Kyle Roberts? Or Wayne Wright? Someone you actually MIGHT care about? Why did I nearly KILL Frank Warburton? Why did I try to CRUSH Bill Hewson's skull? D! smiles ear-to-ear... the same wide grin he's always smiled. D!: You know what? There really IS no crowd like a live crowd. Just listening to you right now, I get a thrill, a real thrill you just can't get doing anything else. Call me an audience junkie. The first time I won a match, the first time I became your NAPW Champion, I got that thrill. It was good--like a first kiss, like the first time you drive a car, like your brother's wedding day. And as sweet as it got, it never got QUITE as sweet as the day I retired Plague in front of my first thousand-strong crowd. Guys, shut up, I'm reminiscing. See, I shook Ol' Streppy's hand... He ascends the nearest turnbuckle, holds up an imaginary strap, and smells the air, Rock-like. D!: ... and climbed the turnbuckle. And the sound... the sound I heard was deafening. He hops down. D!: And I knew that no matter what I'd ever do... you'd always be out there. Watching me. To love me. To cheer me. Gingerly, he reaches up to his head and grabs hold of his toque, pulling it slowly back. The long, jagged scar running across his forehead screams out, a white centipede against a face slowly turning pinker. D!:You sure as Hell would never PROTECT me when the going got rough, but Oh Lord, would you CHEER me. That is, unless... you'd rather HATE me. February Twentieth. The epic re-match between yours truly, and that low-down, worthless excuse of a man called RAVAGER. With this, a "RAV-A-GER" chant starts up. D! screws his face up, rolls his eyes. D!: Jesus, this never ends with you people. See, it's that damn match all over again. We watched--we ALL watched that sick mental patient attack Tiffany MacIntyre, Dragon Suplex her onto CONCRETE. That... that act... you know what? Violence against women... is NEVER. ACCEPTABLE. He injured Tiffany to get into MY head and I LOST IT. I know you wanted me to be the happy-go-lucky, burger-chompin' good guy, but he crossed a REAL (BLEEP) line and I did everything in my power to STICK it to him. And you all saw what I saw. You all knew what I knew. And YET. AND YET. YOU ALL TURNED ON ME. You all saw something that you didn't LIKE, even if it was as real for me as anything else. You... you SAW that psychopath... and you CHEERED him. I'd been HONEST to you since DAY ONE... and you sided with a violent lunatic... because it was the COOL thing to do. Yeah, I lost to Ravager that day, lost my second Championship, too, and do you know what I did the VERY next week? I came out the VERY next show... I stood in this VERY spot... and I asked to be let back into your hearts. It worked. And so I NEVER trusted you again. Hey, here's an idea--you all saw me nearly kill D-X and some announcers last Tuesday--why don't y'all forgive me? One more time! Come on, for D! A loud wall of BOOS nearly drowns him out. D!: Come on, you love me, don't'cha? Don't you love ME the way that I love YOU? Why wouldn't I love you--like you love a DOG that tries to bite your fingers off from time to time? Why wouldn't I love the biggest pile of FAIR-WEATHER FRIENDS I've ever been forced to deal with on a regular basis? Look at all of the things I've done for you--I nearly got RETIRED by Stein's Vitiator--just so you could snicker about me being injury-prone! I teamed up with Ravager, time and time again, because it's what YOU wanted to see! Hell, I even became the Champion of Champions... and let YOU believe that NAPW or Edmonton had ANYTHING to do with it. Because from that one cold February night, I swore to myself that I would get all of you people to eat out of my (BLEEP) HAND... just like I swore... that I'd get my REVENGE. Last week, you all saw Ravager nearly DESTROY my knee with a lead pipe. Fixed it so that I'd be helpless--Hell, for all that he, I or all of YOU knew, I might have been CRIPPLED. They had to OPEN the cage. They had to take me to the BACK. And then that piece of CRAP and his buddies won the match. And you know what happens next? All Hell breaks loose. Ravager. Stiff Competition. The Dudes. Hell, even PLAGUE, a guy who can't seem to figure out what the stipulation of a Retirement Match is. And D-X--you all used to hate them, but you don't anymore--D-X is in the ring, getting KILLED in there, and you all do what you can to help them. No, no, you don't get off of your asses and get INVOLVED. You chant "D!" You all saw me get carted off. The PAIN I was in. And you STILL called on your hero, didn't you? Well, I found the (BLEEP)ed strength to come out... but by that point... I'd HAD it with ALL of you. Kyle Roberts? Might as well have been you, right there, in the front row. Wayne Wright? Any one of you drunken chimps in the Oilers Jerseys who trashed my home over the summer. Warburton could be you, the ugly kid with the sign that CAN'T SPELL RIGHT. Hewson? I was aimng for JONES, actually, but you take wha you can get. And too bad for me that after that, EVERYONE GOT OUT OF REACH, 'CAUSE I'D HAVE PUNISHED THEM JUST THE SAME. Now-red-faced, D! is screaming at the top of his lungs into the mic to blast over the crowd. D!: YOU CAN PROTEST ALL YOU GUYS WANT, BUT THE NAPW IS DEAD! AND I KILLED IT! DO YOU HEAR ME? I MADE--I CREATED THE NAPW! IT IS NOTHING WITHOUT ME! I MADE IT NATIONAL! I MADE IT THE NUMBER ONE PROMOTION IN CANADA! I BROUGHT INTERNATIONAL COMPETITION HERE! AND JUST LIKE I MADE IT, I CAN TAKE IT OUT, AND THERE'S NOT A (BLEEP) THING YOU OR ANYONE ELSE CAN-- STONE COLD CRAZY! Here comes Simply Beautiful, he looks PISSED! He's not his usual cocky self at all, he means business! He strolls down to the ring and grabs the mike from D!, who's staring at him with an expression of "Who the hell are YOU?" SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: Would you just SHUT UP, for one minute! Have you lost your damn mind? This company MADE YOU, you didn't make it! You came in as a green-faced rookie and , don't you remember? If it wasn't for the chances got here, because the fans LOVED you, you would have never hit it big! D!'s smile fades away. The last thing he wants is some young upstart getting over on the veteran. Wait a minute... SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: You talk about giving the fans what they wanted like you were doing a God Damn favor! What the hell happened to you, the kid who just couldn't wait to come running on down through the curtain and get that rush from the fans? It's a PRIVILEGE to be able to even come out here and entertain each and every person who bought a ticket, and everyone watching at home! Not everyone can do what we do, D!, we're modern day gladiators. The fans are cheering, and starting to chant "SB SB SB"! D! is heating up! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: Everyone in Edmonton was behind you every step of the way, hell if you ran for mayor you would have won in a LANDSLIDE! I came in here trash talking everyone, everyone but YOU, because I respected you. I've been a real (BLEEP) these last few years of my life, but two things changed me; one was my father getting cancer right before my match with Rees, and the other was getting cheered once again. SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: So what, you lost your belt. (BLEEP) happens, my BEST FRIEND took my belt off of me in GWF. Don't blame the fans, don't blame DX or poor Wayne Wright, and sure as hell don't blame Warburton or Hewson! You need to look into the mirror, D!. Long and hard...what the hell made you so bitter? Why did you throw everything away? Guys in the back, guys like North T. Gunderson and Patrick Kidd and EVEN ME would kill to be in the situation you've been in your whole career, and you'd just as soon walk out on the company that gave you everything that makes your life worth living! D! looks beside himself, perhaps even a glimmer of regret is in his eye...but does anyone really know what he's thinking anymore? SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: I've said a million time that the best match I've ever seen was D! versus Chris Casino for the Heavyweight Championship in the Steel Cage, the rematch. Top of the Cage NyQuil Driver? AWESOME, brotha, just awesome! Now moments like that, that's what helped build the company to where it is now; but you didn't do it ALONE, D! The fans had to buy tickets, people had to be watching, and Casino had to put on a hell of a show himself for it to even matter! You didn't make this place, and you won't EVER KILL IT! NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY, OR ALL THE DEAD BODIES OF EVERY GUY IN THE BACK WHO'S BUSTED THEIR ASS SINCE DAY ONE OF THEIR CAREERS! THE FANS ARE GOING ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, THIS PLACE IS READY TO EXPLODE! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: NEW ALBERTA PRO IS MY HOME, AND I'M GONNA DEFEND MY HOME NO MATTER WHAT! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE, I'LL MAKE YOU, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! The fans are chanting SB's name! THIS IS INSANITY! D!: You wanna know what I think... peanut? ROUNDHOUSE! D! just punched SB! The fans are booing like crazy, and D! is all over the Pure Honor Champion. Rights and lefts, and SB is dazed. D! smirks... SPINEBUSTER! The Pure Honor champion is down, and D! is just getting started. He waits for Simply Beautiful to get up, then wraps a sleeper ---NYQUIL DRIVER --- SB COUNTERS behind! EXPLOOOOODER BACK SUPLEX! This place has OFFICIALLY come unglued! Simply Beautiful and D! both to their feet, SB is first... D! fires! BLOCKED! SB IS A HOUSE'A'FAR, tearing apart the Golden Boy! Rights, lefts, D!'s busted wide open! The former champion leaning against the top ropes, dazed, disbelieving... and here's SB with a clothesline to send D! right over the top rope! The man who has carried NAPW for a year has just been sent flying out on his ass! The crowd is ballistic, they're chanting SB's name as D! limps up the ramp, clutching his leg as he slinks out of the arena. Simply Beautiful wants more, he's begging for more, but D! looks at the fans --- he spits on the rampway! D! waves his hands, he doesn't want anything to do with Simply Beautiful... and with that, the face of NAPW for a year slinks through the curtain. SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: ENOUGH TALKING --- THIS SHOW IS ABOUT WRESTLING, DAMMIT! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE FLANAGAN, I'M READY RIGHT...NOW! Flanagan's music hits and he comes out through the curtain, a snarl on his good ol' southern face. He's curiously alone, no Winner's Circle with him. SB skips the introductions, and he's all over Flanagan! BOOM, right hand sends Dutch to the mat, and he pops right back up for another one, sending him down again! The crowd is electrified tonight, it sounds like...well, like D! was in the ring! SB with a snap suplex, and a follows with a scoop slam on the smaller Flanagan. Cover..but just a two! Flanagan is to his feet, but he's got canaries chrirping all around his head! SPIN DOCTOR! Excellent Execution, I might add! Another cover, another two count! SB picks up his opponent, and that's a PILE DRIVER! SB is calling for the end, and puts on a REAR NAKED CHOKE! The move that won him the cup! Dutch looks horrified, he's screaming but can't break the hold! Luckily for him he's close the the ropes, and grabs the nearby bottom rope to save himself. Dutch Flanagan has used his first rope break! BILL HEWSON: The fans have NOT STOPPED chanting SB's name the whole match! The atmosphere is ELECTRIC, ladies and gentlemen! SB hits a boot to the midsection, and bounces off the ropes, leapfrogs over Dutch, SUNSET FLIP! ONE, TWO, KICKOUT! Great move by SB, and he looks to continue the assault. He shoots Dutch into the corner, and follows in for a STINGER SPLASH! THE FANS ARE READY TO TEAR THE ARENA DOWN, SB with one D!'s signature moves! Dutch stumbles out and goes down face first, and SB is pumped up, I think an Impact followed by a NIGHTMARE is in the works! SB drags Dutch up - RAKE OF THE EYES by the wily Southerner! That's a rope break, but a desperate Flanagan doesn't care! Dutch Flanagan is charged his second rope break for that. The boos are coming down like the Niagra, and Dutch wastes no time. Swinging DDT plants SB on the mat. Dutch immediately follows with a nice leg drop across the back of the head, slamming SB's mouth into the mat and cutting him! The camera zooms in and SB's teeth are red from the blood filling his mouth! Dutch keeps the offense coming, and sends SB into the corner....MONKEY FLIP! Dutch flips back up, gets on top of the turnbuckle, and hits a HUGE FROG SPLASH! COVER! ONE ! TWO! Shoulder up! Listen to these fans, they're still chanting SB! Flanagan looks irate, and starts kicking putting the boots to the champion. He locks in a modified Camel Clutch and pulls back, trying to take SB's head off! SB is in intense pain, and Dutch pulls back even further! We can see the veins of SB's neck bulging out, ready to pop at any moment! But the fans won't let it happen! They're behind their man, and giving him the stength to fight back! NAPW IS ALIVE, and SB POWERS OUT OF THE HOLD! Dutch flies back, looking SHOCKED! SB just shakes his head "no" and pounds away on the Winner's Circler! Rights and lefts abound, the fans want SB to end this thing! But DURTY DUTCH with a dastardly kick to the groin, followed with a Step-Up Enziguri, sending SB crashing to the mat! Flanagan has sacrificed his last rope break, but it's better than losing! Dutch Flanagan is charged his FINAL rope break for that low blow! And then... Flanagan locks in a sleeper, and now he's screaming directly at SB! "You yankee son of a bitch, who the hell you think you are goin' up against the Winner's Circle? And Durty Dutch? After I put yer yellow ass to sleep, I'm signing my Title Match contract in your BLOOD!" SB is fading, fading....but the fans are still calling his name! NAPW is calling out for a new hero, and Simply Beautiful is it! He's up yo his knees! Dutch is yelling "NO! NO!" and he yanks SB back down! "LET'S GO SB, LET'S GO! CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! LET'S GO SB, LET'S GO! CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!" SB IS BACK UP, THE CROWD HAS WILLED HIM ALL THE WAY TO HIS FEET! Knee to the gut of Flanagan! The sleeper is broken! SB goes for the IMPACT DDT! Blocked by Dutch, and he sends SB to the corner --- EXPLOSION! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD WHAT A LARIAT FROM SB! ! DUTCH JUST BACKFLIPPED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A RAG DOLL, HE'S GOTTA BE DEAD! THE CROWD ERUPTS, and SB hooks the far leg and holds down Dutch's arm! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! FRANK WARBURTON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE PURE HONOR CHAMPION, SIIIIMMMPLAAAAY BEEEEE-UUUTIIIFIIIULLLL! Stone Cold Crazy hits one more, and SB leaves the ring and dives into the sea of humanity in Calgary! The fans are eating it up, patting him on the back and hugging him like he just won the HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Simply Beautiful stands up for NAPW's honor against D!... and then gets revenge for being put through a flaming table weeks ago by Dutch Flanagan and The Winner's Circle! WHAT A WAY TO START THE NIGHT!
The following statement appears onscreen. "I would rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud." The words fade out. The black screen slowly dissolves to an image of various NAPW wrestlers tapping out to assorted submission holds. The following statement appears onscreen. "The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become." The image of both the beaten NAPW wrestlers and the statement fade into black. The following statement appears onscreen. "Pride follows many paths, speaks in many voices and comes in many forms...Some stranger than others" The statement fades as does the darkness and we see the Kiniski Cup. The following statement appears onscreen. "Respect & Honor are coming back to NAPW" A black screen.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be contested under SUPERSTAR RULES! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Mr. B and Prince Darko. He weighs in at two-hundred and forty five pounds. From Hollywood, Florida, he is one half of the Royal Foundation: THOMAS YOUNG! No love for Thomas tonight. He sneers at the crowd as he gets in the ring. The remaining Royals take positions outside the ring, getting ready for the man about to make his way out... "We Fall, We Fall" by Dead Celebrity Status picks up, and the Superstar Tommy Deathrow makes his way out. The fans don't have a lot of love for him, but they still like him better than Young. FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From St. Paul, Minnesota. He weighs two-hundred and fifty four pounds... Ladies and gentlemen: The Superstar, Tommy Deathrow! Deathrow hits the ring, and Young is quick to attack. Referee Morgan Smythe calls for the bell, and Young is laying in with some solid forearm shots to the face. Deathrow tries to block, but then decides to get technical, and nails Young with a head-butt. Both men stagger, but Deathrow is first to recover. He nails Young with a clothesline, then attempts to apply the Falcon Arrow. Mr. B climbs onto the ring apron, distracting Deathrow enough to release the hold. He swings at Mr. B, who ducks, but Young is able to drive his knee into the base of Deathrow's spine. Young follows up with DDT, and a quick pin, One... Two... Deathrow kicks out, and rolls out of the ring. Mr. B is there to meet the Superstar, and clips his knee. Darko runs over as well, and the two men put the boots to the fallen Deathrow. Smythe can do little, as this is no count-out, no DQ, but the fans are still angry at what they're seeing. Even if it is Deathrow being assaulted. Darko tosses Deathrow back into the ring, and Young goes for another cover. One...Two... Deathrow kicks out. All three Royals look exasperated. Young cinches in the Royal Clutch on Deathrow. The Superstar tries to break out of it, but a knee to the kidney by Young stops that progress. Deathrow sinks to one knee, as Young puts his weight into the hold, making Deathrow work harder to fight it. Deathrow is on the mat now, almost out. Smythe lifts the arm! It falls... Wow, Deathrow not playing that game today, he lifts his arm straight up, and reaches out to grab the rope. Young stops to argue with Smythe, thinking Deathrow would have tapped out. Smythe doesn't see the logic. Young doesn't see that Deathrow has his hands down his pants. Young goes to pick Deathrow up... and now Deathrow with the SWEATY BALL CLAW! Young struggles against the hold (at least I think the hold is the worst part). Deathrow keeps the pressure on, and Young is driven down to the mat. Seeing both of Young's shoulders down, Smythe begins the count. One... Two... Young gets a shoulder up! Deathrow pushes Young back down, and Smythe counts again! One... Two... Shoulder up! Deathrow keeps the grip tight, but Prince Darko reaches into the ring and drags referee Smythe out! Smythe yells at Darko for putting his hands on her, while Mr. B jumps into the ring and nails Deathrow in the back with a chair! Deathrow breaks the hold! But not before Mr. B nails another chair shot! Deathrow so tenacious, so tough, he didn't release the hold until he was nailed a second time with that chair... Smythe climbs back into the ring just in time to see Mr. B dash to the outside, like nothing happened. Unfortunately, even if there WERE rules to this match, Smythe would only have the angry fan reaction to go on. So she starts to count both men out. She gets to a six count, then both men get to their feet. Deathrow goes for a Yakuza kick, Young ducks, comes back with a big boot of his own... Deathrow catches it! And he goes for a leg takedown.... no my mistake. He plants his boot square in Young's groin. Young's eyes bug out, and Deathrow goes for a power-bomb! He nails it! And the cover! One... Two... Darko has placed Young's foot on the ropes! Smythe stops the count, and Deathrow has had enough. He grabs Darko by the hair, and drags him to the ring apron. A European uppercut later, and Darko is flat on the floor. But this has given time for Young to recover, and surprises Deathrow with a successful Big Boot! Deathrow goes down hard, and Young quickly follows up with one HELLUVA STO, that's gotta be all! Deathrow is down and out! Mr. B celebrates on the outside... wait, something just grabbed Mr. B's leg... Mr. B is being dragged under the ring! Young races over to investigate. Deathrow is trying to regain his wind after that brutal STO... Young is looking for whatever grabbed Mr. B... He can't see what's there. He climbs back into the ring, looking to end the match and then search further. ... From under the ring something emerges. Sorry. Someone. Dressed in black. Black trench coat. Black fedora. Someone who hasn't been seen in months. Someone who is now standing behind Thomas Young. Young is preparing to hit his finisher, the Shades Of Death, but the fan response... for some reason, Young has to turn around and see what's behind him SPINEBUSTER! Young is plastered to the mat! A shaken Mr. B has crawled out from under the ring, and Prince Darko is up --- both men pursue the Man in Black, who is now running for the exit! In the ring, Deathrow is up. Angry. And eager to end this. He boots a dazed in the gut... then bends him over! Deathrow hoists Young up and DEATHROW DRIVER CONNECTS! Deathrow covers for one, two, three! Nobody has ever kicked out of the Deathrow Driver, and Thomas Young couldn't change that tonight. FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... SUPERSTAHHHHHH THOMMMMMAS DEATHROWWWWW! The fans are mixed on this result, but the Royals are furious. They storm the ring to help Young, but The Superstar is long gone. He smiles a sick grin at his foes as he escapes through the crowd... Where has the Man In Black been for the past several months? And why did he interfere in THIS particular match? For every answer, there's five more questions.
"My Addiction" by Rehab replaces Nottingham Lace and whatever remnants of cheering were left are officially gone as Dextro makes his way through the curtain. He keeps his eyes fixated on Billy Kryenik, he climbs the apron and makes his way into the ring.. Frank Warburton takes the mic. FRANK WARBURTON: This match will be for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds... From Windsor, Ontario... BILLLLY KRYENNNNIK! Billy Kryenik jumps onto the corner and raises his arms, the crowd begins cheering again. Dextro looks disgusted. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Moolieville, Minnesota... he is a former Pure Honor Champion... DEXXXXTRO! Both men square off, they initiate a collar elbow tie-up. Billy Kryenik initiates a headlock and quickly grounds Dextro. He applies all his weight in a quick attempt to remove all life from Dextro. Dextro rolls and catches Billy into a School Boy. ONE! TWO! Kickout! Billy to his feet, Enziguri. He mounts Dextro and assaults him with multiple fists. He grabs his head and lifts him to his feet, irish whip... Kiss of Babylon! Cover, One... Two... Kickout! Kryenik with an elbow drop, and another, and one more. He lifts him back up and a snap suplex takes him down with tenacity. Billys up, going for the Branch Breaker! Countered by Dextro. A swift kick to the ribs by Billy stops all of Dextro's momentum. Billy leaps forward and hooks in another headlock, Dextro quickly scrambles to his feet..Billy applying pressure, an elbow by Dextro, another, Back Suplex! Dextro takes advantage of the moment and grabs an Inside Cradle! One! Two! Thre-Kickout! Dextro almost won right there. Billy and Dextro both make it to their feet rather fast. Knee to the gut by Kryenik... Irish whip, Hot Salvation! Dextro might be dead! Billy goes for the cover! One! Two! Shoulder up! Billy Kryenik quickly latches on an armbar. Dextro trying his best to grab the ropes... he can't make it. Dextro begins to lift himself up... Elbow to the shoulder by Kryenik! He lets go of the armbar and lifts him up, irish whip to the corner, followed up by a stiff shoulder to the gut. It knocks the wind from Dextro, Billy tears into him with a few stiff chops and a vicious side kick. An irish whip takes Dextro to the other corner and Billy follows up with another shoulder. Billy pulls Dextro from the corner but receives a hard right hand, Billy comes back with a right hand, Dexto! Billy! Dextro! Billy! Each punch lands harder then before, Dextro lands a hard right to the temple! Billy staggers back, Desperation Right Hook! Dextro's head bobbles and he crashes down onto the mat, Billy grabs hold and drags him to the center of the ring... and... perfectly executes The Halo! Dextro is struggling frantically to reach the ropes, his yells fill the arena but are drowned by the crazed fans. Dextro might tap! He's nowhere near the ropes! But... Billy lets go! Dextro lands on the mat in a lump and Billy Kryenik goes for the cover. One! Two! Thre..Shoulder up at the last second! Billy looks at Morgan Smythe and she signals a two count. Billy grabs hold of Dextro and lifts him to his feet, Elbow to the gut by Dextro! Over-Head Belly to Belly Dexplex! Billy is thrown over the ropes! But wait! He caught the top rope! He drops down onto the apron and Dextro is taunting the crowd. Billy rolls in and rushes Dextro... Clothesline out of nowhere! Dextro nearly beheads Billy Kryenik. Dextro laughs and lifts Billy to his feet. Stiff Knife-Edge Chop, and one more sends Billy reeling towards the ropes. Dextro pulls him back to the center and Fishermans Suplex! Dextro goes for the cover. One! Two! Thre... Shoulder up! Dextro argues with Morgan momentarily, but lifts Billy to his feet before making too much of a fit. His knee to the gut incapacitates Billy, DDT! Dextro then drags Billy toward one of the corners and makes his way to the top. He taunts the fans before hitting... the 450 Splash! One! Two! Three!! SHOULDER UP! Kryenik will not die! Dextro is fuming, he hits Kryenik with a stiff elbow to the face and ascends the corner once more... Shooting Star Press! Connects with Billys knees! Disgusting. Dextro bounces off holding his chest in agony as Billy uses the ropes to get to his feet. He slowly walks to Dextro and lifts him to his feet... Billy's going for a suplex! Countered by Dextro! The Meth Bust! Countered! Billy pushes him forward, Dextro rebounds off the ropes... Kick to the midsection by Billy! He signals it! The Dry Lake! He hits it! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match by pinfall... BILLLY KRYENIIIIIK! A hard-fought match, and it is Billy Kryenik with the victory in his return match to NAPW. There's a new fire in Kryenik's stomach and by God, these fans are one-hundred percent behind the man. He stands alone tonight! What's next for Billy Kryenik?
MIKE JOHNSTON: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Calm the hell down! CAMERON SCOTT: We have a few things to clear up about what went down at Anniversary Assault. The crowd quiets a bit so they can be heard. CAMERON SCOTT: That's better. Now, I just want to make VERY clear that we don't condone some of the actions taken during the final moments of Anniversary Assault. MIKE JOHNSTON: Indeed. What you saw last Tuesday night was an alliance of convenience. Nothing more. We have no lasting ties to the Plague, or Mark Miller, or D!. CAMERON SCOTT: And secondly, we want also to make it clear that what we said during our induction ceremony was true. Or, at least, most of it was. MIKE JOHNSTON: You see, the Dudes really ARE all about having fun! Mike and Cam break into smirks. CAMERON SCOTT: And brutalizing a helpless Stylin' Kyle and Bruce "The Beast" was the most fun we've had in months! Boos from the crowd. First D!, now this. The Dudes press on. MIKE JOHNSTON: We're also all about being the most talked about tag team. The team on everyone's lips after the lights go out and you go home. CAMERON SCOTT: And I can safely say that when you left Anniversary Assault, you weren't talking about anything other than it's final few moments. More boos. Again, the Dudes press on. MIKE JOHNSTON: But there was ONE thing in our speech that was a lie. One thing that we said that, well, may not have been completely honest. CAMERON SCOTT: Because the NAPW Fans... are NOT the best fans in the world. There's the cheap heat! The Dudes continue to smirk as it pours on. Finally, Mike lifts his hand to hush the crowd. MIKE JOHNSTON: Whoa, now! Hear us out! See, we THOUGHT you were the best fans in the world. But the Dudes didn't turn their backs on you, oh no! You turned your backs on US. The crowd quiets a bit, perhaps curious about this line of logic. CAMERON SCOTT: Kyle Roberts BROKE MY NECK! He BROKE it! And what did you all do in return? You bought his T-Shirts! You cheered his NAME! Is that how we're being repayed for putting our careers on the line for you? MIKE JOHNSTON: If you were the best fans in the world, you would never have forgiven them for what they did. No one would have! But you know what, Cam, it's cool. CAMERON SCOTT: It sure is. Sick grins break onto their faces. CAMERON SCOTT: Because if you forgave them for what they did to us, you'll probably forgive us what we're going to do to THEM. Because we... And, finally, Cam is cut off. "Bad Boy" hits the sound system, and the crowd cheers - yes cheers - as Commissioner Winchell struts out with a mic. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Whoa, WHOA! I've had just about enough of this! Now, I might like to see D-X layed out as much as the next guy... And, in a spectacular return to form, the crowd boos. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: But then you had to go and steal my property! Those title belts are MY property! What the hell did you do to them!? CAMERON SCOTT: Calm down, Joey, calm down. MIKE JOHNSTON: We haven't done anything rash, like bury them or anything. CAMERON SCOTT: We're just keeping them safe for a few weeks, to ensure that we get WHO we want, WHERE we want, WHEN we want. MIKE JOHNSTON: Or, to be a little less subtle so the people in the front row can understand... Cheap heat, Mike smirks. MIKE JOHNSTON: We want D-X, in THIS ring, next week... for ONE LAST MATCH. And the crowd explodes in cheers. They want to see D-X and The Dudes, one more time! JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And why, exactly, should I grant that request to a pack of thieves? CAMERON SCOTT: Because we want one last shot at those two clowns. And if we should ACCIDENTALLY end their careers... Whoops! The Dudes laugh as the crowd boos. Winchell smirks. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Alright! I like it! So NEXT TUESDAY NIGHT FIGHTS! It'll be the New and Improved D-X versus the Dudes... ONE LAST TIME! The crowd cheers again. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And the Tag Team Titles will BE ON THE LINE! And AGAIN! JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And I don't care HOW injured D-X is after last week... if they want to keep their titles, they show up... or THEY FORFEIT THE BELTS! And the cheers turn to boos. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And just to make sure that everything is PERFECTLY FAIR... heh... it'll be NO DISQUALIFICATION! Booing overtime as the Dudes give each other an exploding high five! Then, the boos again turn to cheers as BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS and STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS fly out of the back, buffeting Winchell on the way by --- bandaged, but READY TO RUMBLE! Why must the NAPW play with our emotions so! Kyle and the Beast hit the ring, but there's NO ONE HOME! The crowd boos the cowardly Dudes as they vacate the ring and escape into crowd, laughing. This crowd wanted to see these two teams throw down! But not to fear, because Kyle scoops up one of the discarded microphones! KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, I see! We don't have any say in who we face to defend our titles, is that it? Last I heard, the Celtic Assassins were the number one contenders and I'll be damned-- Bruce Richards rips the mic out of Kyle's hand. BRUCE RICHARDS: The Dudes want a piece of us? No! I WANT A PIECE OF THEM! I don't care WHO was responsible for Tiffany getting hurt, but the Dudes will be the first men in line to atone with blood! This isn't about titles! This isn't about pride! You want a match, you got it, because this? This is about the New and Improved D-X sending the Dudes to HELL! Bruce drops the microphone, only to have Kyle recover it. KYLE ROBERTS: Dudes, you'd better watch out. Because after last week's House of Horrors? Bruce and I are itching to finish the job we started back in the spring: ending your careers. "Low" hits. As we fade out to commercial, Kyle and Bruce are leaning over the ropes, yelling at the departing Dudes, who shrug and laugh their way out of The Palace.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following is a TAG TEAM ATTRACTION! Introducing first, from Cairo Illinois... weighing in at two-hundred, twenty-two and 1/4 pounds, he is "PERFECTION"! EVAN! CAAAAARTWRIGHT! The music changes, but the fans certainly don't let up on the booing. Out to the ring accompanied by Ol' Salty... here comes the former champion, "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees. And he's pissed off, taking it out on the fans as he trash talks on his way to the ring. FRANK WARBURTON: His tag team partner! Accompanied to the ring by Ol' Salty, he weighs in at two-hundred and forty seven pounds... the former NAPW Heavyweight Champion, representing THE WINNER'S CIRCLE... "The Lemondrop Kid!" LLOYD! REEEEEES! Lloyd finally gets in the ring. He and Evan have a brief staredown. These two men have waged wars against one another inside the squared circle over The Provincial Title, but tonight, they're on the same page against the man who has something they both want, and the #1 contender to that something... Ol' Salty steps between his men and grins broadly, trying to make sure his team will work together for the W. Then... "Path." FRANK WARBURTON: And THEIR OPPONENTS! Introducing first from Brooklyn New York, he weighs in at two-hundred and ten pounds! He is the #1 contender to the NAPW Championship... The Shooter... RAAAAAAVAGERRRR! Ravager enters into the ring. His forehead sports some bandaging courtesy of the brutal beating he took last week in the steel cage at the hands of "The Moose"... but specifically THE PLAGUE, the first NAPW Champion who returned to the complete shock of the wrestling world. The crowd is mixed for Ravager --- some fans are cheering him, some are booing, some aren't sure what to do. Perhaps they'll decide after they see Ravager in the ring. The Shooter is all-business, looking at his opponents in the corner when his partner begins to enter... FRANK WARBURTON: And HIS PARTNER! Also from NEW YORK... he weighs in at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds! He is the NEW ALBERTA PRO WRESTLING CHAMPION... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PAAAAATRICK BIIIIIICKLE! And then the place unreservedly gets on their feet to cheer the unorthodox, suicidal submission machine... PATRICK BICKLE. Bickle looks almost unprepared for the postitive response, but hell, the sixteen pounds of gold looks damn good around his waist. Bickle gets into the ring and hits a corner, raising his arms high. He gets down --- cheap shot by Lloyd Rees! Evan attacks Ravager before the bell, here we go! Evan & Ravager, Rees & Bickle. Cartwright stiffs Ravager in the corner with some forearm shivers. Ravager gives it right back, opening up with knife-edge chops. Good god, you can hear those echoing throughout the building! Cartwright winces, then sends one back to Ravager! Lloyd Rees with an irish whip, Bickle reverses and sends Lloyd into Cartwright! The heels bicker and pay for it, getting clotheslined out of the ring by the champion and the #1 contender. Lloyd and Evan land in a heap on the floor, Ravager gets a run... what's this? Baseball slide nails Lloyd Rees into Evan! Bickle looks at the crowd, who roar, and he decides it's appropriate. Appropriate to be SUICIDAL. Bickle flies between the second and third ropes, crashing into both opponents. The crowd cheers for that one. Bickle may have adopted a less brutal mat-based game, but the Champion last week won the Heavyweight title with what brought him to the dance, and that was high-flying. Looks like Bickle, now that he's healed up, is going to bring some of the high-flying back into his arsenal. Doubly dangerous is the champion. Ravager rolls Evan back inside the ring. Bickle takes a corner. Ol' Salty helps Lloyd back to his corner, Lloyd furious. In the ring, Ravager unloads with another big chop to the chest of Evan, leaving a welt. Evan fires back with one. Ravager chops. Evan chops. Ravager chops HARDER. Evan grits his teeth and chops HARDER still. These two stiff bastards are trying to one-up each other, you can see the blood rising to the chest of each man, even Evan's darker chest. Ravager... with a CHOP! Evan with a CHOP! Ravager! EVAN! RAVAGER! EVAN! RAVAGER! AND AGAIN! AGAIN! SOMEBODY'S BEEN WATCHING JOE VS KOBASHI --- Evan with an eye gouge, followed up with a deep arm drag. Evan leans back to his corner, tagging in Lloyd and rubbing his chest in pain. What a chop fest that was between two cut, tough men. Lloyd Rees however, has no interest in having a stiff competition (heh) with Ravager. Instead, he quickly snap mares his man over and then boots him in the back of the head. Ravager rolls forward, making a tag to Bickle. Lloyd wants the champion in! Bickle steps through the ropes... they tie-up --- Lloyd goes behind on Bickle, atomic drop pick-up, Bickle snapmares LLOYD over to counter! Bickle grabs Lloyd's arms and pulls him out into a surfboard stretch, he's going to soften the former champ up. Sharplin asks Lloyd if he submits, Lloyd audibly and violently says "NO YA DAFT (BLEEP)IN' REF!" Bickle changes tactics, dropping down to a knee and wrenching one arm up, hooking it. Lloyd stands up, trying to break the momentum. He gets an elbow, another, and then breaks Bickle free. Lloyd grabs his man in a face-lock and tags Evan back in. Evan looks at the other wrestlers and says "No, THIS is how it's done!" He snapmares Bickle over... and then leaps over Bickle, snapping the man's head down to the canvas. Shades of Mr. Perfect! Evan with a cover, one, two, Bickle kicks out with plenty of time. Falling suplex by Cartwright, float over for a two count. Tag back into Lemondrop, who flies over the top rope with the Fresh Water Flip! ONE! TWO! Bickle again kicks out. Lloyd pulls the man up and starts punching away east-coast style. Nothin' fancy about this, just brawling. Bickle is in the corner as the referee forces Lloyd to break. Oh no he doesn't! Lloyd fakes breaking and tries to flatten Bickle, but Bickle gets a drop toe-hold, sending Lloyd face first into the turnbuckle. Tag out to Ravager, who is quick to stomp Lloyd down. He pauses, surprised, perhaps, to hear a favorable crowd response as he prepares... the CURBSTOMP. Ye Gods, that move is sadistic. Lloyd slumps. Ravager grabs the legs and drags his man out, cover gets two. The momentum is Ravager's, he's in the driver's seat now. Snap suplex by Ravager, who then abruptly lashes out and nails Cartwright in the face, knocking the man to the floor! Ravager hooks Lloyd... DDT! Cover, Cartwright can't save, but Rees fortunate enough to kick out. Ravager now pulls his man up, irish whip --- countered by Rees OL' SALTY! Salty pulled the top rope down as Evan was complaining to the referee, and Ravager flew hard to the concrete. Salty quickly rolls the man back in the ring, Ravager dazed, and Lloyd shows his strength! Gorilla press, holding Ravager up high... into the Snow Plow for one, two, th--- Bickle makes a save on that one. Rees tags in Cartwright, holding Ravager prone for Evan to start working. Evan hooks a front face-lock, Ravager's half-out from the fall to the concrete on his already injured head... Ravager trying to force Evan towards Bickle, using his body, but Evan shifts his weight. Ravager is literally just a foot and a half from tagging Bickle, but Evan has his body inbetween. Cartwright of course a former NAPW Tag Team Champion for a lengthy reign, second ONLY to D-X. Cartwright hammers Ravager down, then turns to ... SLAP BICKLE IN THE FACE. Bickle tries to come in and get Cartwright, but of course the referee is there to get Bickle back to his corner. And while his back is turned? The heels proceed to choke and stomp Ravager in the opposite corner. Rees comes in, no tag even made. The referee looks quizzical, but Lloyd slaps his hands together, saying "a'course der was a tag, bye!" Ravager sent to the ropes, Lloyd catches him with a back body drop. Then... Lance Cove Leg Lock! Ravager fighting it! Lloyd trying to turn over Ravager but the Shooter suddenly counters... wait a minute! CROSSFACE! RAVAGER HAS LLOYD IN THE CROSSFACE OUT OF NOWHERE and it's Cartwright booting Ravager in the back of the head for a save. Lloyd shaking his head, Ravager tore on that arm good... both men are up and LARIAT! LARIAT! Wait --- TWO lariats! Lloyd and Ravager nailed each other good, both men are down! The referee begins the count, and the crowd begins to rally behind Ravager. "RAV-A-GER, RAV-A-GER!" D! started a trend earlier in the night, folks. Ravager and Lloyd are crawling to their corners, Lloyd tags in Evan Cartwright. But Ravager tags in Bickle, who leaps to the top rope and springboards in! Catches Evan with a springboard dropkick! Evan pops up, this time Bickle spears the man out of his boots! That shoulder must be 100%! The impact sends Evan to his corner, where he tags in Rees. Rees runs in, gets caught with a drop toe-hold, and then Bickle goes for Roll Credits! It's locked on, but here's Ol' Salty pulling the referee out of the ring! Wait just a minute, Rees is tapping, but the ref is busy with Ol' Salty on the floor! Ravager grabs Salty by the laurels... LOOK OUT! Cartwright from BEHIND! Roaring Elbow onto Ravager sends the man down! The referee is now telling Cartwright to get in, Bickle has let go of Roll Credits... he doesn't see Ol' Salty slide Rees the NAPW title belt! Bickle turns around WHAM BELT SHOT to the face! Bickle collapses, Lloyd throws the belt to the outside and covers, Evan backs off, the referee is in the ring counting ONE! TWO! Not like this THREE! FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners by pinfall... EVAN CARTWRIGHT AND THE LEMONDROP KIIIIIID! What a tough loss for the champion, what a HUGE win by Lemondrop Kid --- he just pinned the champion, but dammit, he needed help to do it. Lemondrop then grabs Bickle --- wait a minute! He's locked in the Conception Bay Chinlock! On the outside, Ravager and Cartwright are fighting it out LIGHTS OUT. The crowd begins to buzz, nothing can be seen save some lighters and flash bulbs... "WA-AH-AH-AH-AH!" That music - ! It's DISTURBED, "DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS!" That's... that's PLAGUE'S MUSIC! Suddenly up in one of the balconies... RED LIGHTING! And a tall, broad silouhette! Is that ... can't be sure... but RAVAGER sees it! Ravager is running through the crowd, getting to the stairs that go up to the balcony. Wait --- the lights go dead again. They come back on... Ravager is in the balcony, holding nothing but a long leather coat in his hands. He looks perplexed --- Bickle is down, Lloyd and Evan have retreated to the aisle, who knows what could've happened with the lights down. Ravager turns around --- ROD HARDWAY TAKES HIS HEAD OFF! Hardway just nailed Ravager with a huge big boot, laying Ravager out in the balcony! Hardway stands tall above Ravager, raising his arms high and standing with one foot on a downed Ravager... was this a plan all along? Where is Plague? Was that Plague? Oh my God... Rod Hardway has assaulted Ravager, Lloyd Rees pinned the champion, and The Plague may have been in the arena. The crowd is booing, but they're also stunned. That's the scene as TNF goes to commercial break!
JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Good win there, Deathrow tonight. Pretty convienent that whoever it is stealing my old disguise helped you win a match against somebody like Thomas Young. THOMAS DEATHROW: (BLEEP) yeah, he's a good (BLEEP) that Man In Black. (BLEEP) Thomas Young man. KRUSTY KID PAUL: Yeah man, it's time to celebrate, get some more beers and (BLEEP). JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Not so damn fast. I've had it about to here with masked men ruining my promotion. I thought I'd gotten rid of The Man In Black when The Delivery Depot burned down and I ran the Delivery Men out of NAPW, but what happens tonight? The MIB reappears. And coincidentally, where were you when Deathrow was wrestling, Paul? He sure could have used the back-up out there. THOMAS DEATHROW: Hey, I ain't no (BLEEP) like Thomas Young, I can (BLEEP)ing win my own matches without (BLEEP)in' help. I'm the SUPERSTAR, daddy. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: You think I'm STUPID? Rex Caliber thought I was stupid last week with his "Mr. Canada" crap... I'm the farthest thing from stupid. I know you're the Man In Black! That was you in the ring! That was you in September! KRUSTY KID PAUL: Prove it, BITCH. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: You asked for it. NEXT WEEK --- TUESDAY NIGHT FIGHTS! Krusty Kid Paul, you're in a match with PRINCE DARKO... and Deathrow? You are BANNED from ringside! But The Royal Foundation... they sure as hell aren't! Go enjoy your celebration, "gentlemen" (And I use the term loosely)... because next week, there won't be a Man In Black to save you KKP! Winchell walks off, irritated but somewhat mollified. The SAD look on after him, pissed off. THOMAS DEATHROW: (BLEEP)'s his problem. KRUSTY KID PAUL: Your mom gives (BLEEPING) lousy... SAD laugh and walk out of the building. Back to the ring, where Frank Warburton is ready to announce the main event! FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is your Tuesday Night Fights main event, scheduled for one fall... and is for the NAPW Provincial title! "Rebirth" and the fans go bananas. The Outlaw enters the arena in Calgary... wait for it, Alberta, Canada. The fans love his attitude, and willingness to sacrifice his body for his craft. He never quit in the Fatal Four way title match last week. Kidd gets into the ring and looks just as focused as last week. He is a stranger to Yellow Chicken, but him and Moose Millar have NO love lost. FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, challenger number one. He is wrestling out of Patterson, New Jersey. He weighed in at Two hundred forty seven and one half pounds. He is the number one contender for the Provincial title... THE OUTLAW: PATRICK KIIIDDDD! Big Sugar leads Ol' Salty and Moose to ringside. The crowd in Calgary lets them know that they're very much hated. Segueway time... Moose hates Kidd, but not like he hates the former Carter Owens. The success that Chicken has gotten, makes Moose downright sick. He wants to be the man who takes away that pretty belt. Kidd and Moose finished their feud with a brutal Strap Match in September, but the heat is still there. FRANK WARBURTON: Now it's challenger number two. He is accompanied by Ol' Salty. He is fighting out of, but not representing, St. Albert, Alberta. He weighed in at Two hundred sixty seven pounds. He is one third of the team of Stiff Competition. He is representing the super group The Winner's Circle. He is THE MOOOOSE MARK MILLLAARR! Then the place goes into a frenzy. Dancing chickens here, dancing chickens there, dancing chickens everywhere. The whole crowd is doing the chicken dance, and so is the champ: The Yellow Chicken. He brings a larger frame than both Millar and Kidd. He just came off the longest winning streak in NAPW history. The Prince of Poultry is ready to get some of Moose, and take Kidd to his limit. How will he bounce back from the lost to James last week? FRANK WARBURTON: And finally... weighing in at Two hundred sixty four pounds. He is wrestling out of Toronto, Ontario. He is the former NAPW Television champion...and the current undisputed, defending NAPW Provincial Champion... He is THE YELLLLOOOWW CHICKEN!! Dick Kiebiech is the referee. He holds up the NAPW Provincial title belt. Moose eyeballs the belt he held before. Ironically he lost it to the man Yellow Chicken beat for it, Lloyd Rees. Also interesting is the fact that Moose and Rees are stable-mates. Kidd eyeballs the belt too. He failed in his opportunity to win the NAPW Heavyweight title, but never quit, and didn't lose the fall. He has NEVER held a singles title in any promotion, ever. Tonight he has another opportunity, once again in a match where he can lose, and not get pinned. Yellow Chicken doesn't look at his belt, but rather watches Moose. Moose is now strutting like a chicken. Dick gives the belt to the time keeper. Moose is now squawking like a chicken. The blood is boiling. Moose now mocks Kidd, and tells him: "You're in a man's world now... Kidd!" The bell sounds and Kidd and Chicken walk over to Moose. He talks some trash before getting popped with a double punch from both wrestlers. They then execute a nice double suplex with great impact. The crowd roars, as they love seeing Moose get his. Kidd covers, only to be pulled off by Chicken at the count of one. Now Chicken covers, and receives the same courtesy. Chicken gets up and is in the face of Kidd. Kidd knows the style of this match well, being in a four way, last week. They don't come to blows as Moose is up, nailing both men with a double clothesline. Moose picks up Kidd sending him into the near corner. He picks up Chicken and sends him into the corner to Kidd. Kidd gets a boot up and nails Chicken. Chicken staggers toward Millar, who nails a vicious clothesline to the back of the head. Chicken is hurt. Kidd takes the opportunity to get Moose from behind with a swinging neck breaker. He covers. One! Two! Thre.. not quite. Moose gets a shoulder up. Kidd lets Moose get to his feet. Chicken is rising too. Kidd sees a spot, and attempts a double clothesline near the ropes. Moose and Chicken back body drop Kidd over the top rope. Patrick crashes to the floor. Moose hits a DDT on Yellow Chicken. Moose is taunting the crowd as both of his opponents are down. Kidd is getting up, he is in front of the announcers. Moose doesn't see him crawling onto the apron of the ring. Moose turns around and charges at Kidd. BIG BOOT AND KIDD GOES FLYING... THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! OH MY GOD! Kidd is out. The announcers scramble. Moose looks on with a sick expression, far too pleased by the carnage he's caused. Chicken from behind with a roll up. One! Two! Kick out by Millar. Chicken doesn't let up any. He gets Moose up for... A HUGE SHOULDER BREAKER. That leads to a Fujiwara arm-bar. Kidd isn't moving outside the ring. Moose refuses to tap. He gets the bottom rope and Chicken releases. Yellow Chicken with a boot to the shoulder of the downed Moose. Then some head butts... He is Pecking the Peck out of the Peckin' Moose. Moose gets a thumb to Chickens eye. He hoists him up for a BIG TIME POWERSLAM. The cover One! Two! Three! No.. whoa Chicken got out by a quarter of an inch. Moose is frustrated. Kidd is slowly moving. Chicken trips Millar. He lays in with some more head butts. Moose fights him off and gets up. Ol' Salty undoes the top turnbuckle padding, behind Kiebiech's back. Moose grabs Chicken and sends him into the exposed corner. No... IT'S REVERSED. Moose hits back first. He slumps down in the corner. Yellow Chicken charges in with a running knee into the shoulder of Moose. Chicken looks over at Kidd who is down but moving closer to the ring. Moose is trying to get up and Ol' Salty distracts Dick Kiebiech. Moose with a nut shot on Chicken. Chicken falls to the mat in agony. Moose has unwrapped his tape from around his wrist. He wraps it around the throat of Chicken. He hides it with a reverse chin-lock. Dick turns around and is none the wiser. Chicken is fading out. Moose feels Chicken going limp. He lets go and picks him up. Moose sends him into the ropes, but Chicken hangs on. Moose looks unhappy and charges with a clothesline, Chicken charges simultaneously, hitting a clothesline too. Both men down. Stereo clotheslines and the crowd is in shock. Not one superstar standing. Kidd stirring on the outside. Dick is counting both men down. This can't end like this. One! Two! Three! Chicken isn't moving. Four! Moose is. Five! Six! Moose is sitting up. Seven. Chicken is trying to pull up. Kidd is near the ring. Eight! Nine! Moose on his feet. He grabs Chicken and it's time for the ROUGHNECK! BUT KIDD STOPS IT with a BOOT TO MOOSE'S STOMACH! Moose stumbles back. Ol' Salty is trying to give encouragement. Moose gets hit with hard impactful clothesline... and then Kidd lines him up for another one! That sends Moose over the top rope RIGHT into Ol' Salty! The manager gets splattered, Moose hits his head on the concrete! Two men in the ring now --- Chicken with a German Suplex on Kidd. It knocks the wind out of Kidd. Chicken is climbing the top... it's time for the SUPER PECK! Flying head-butt from the top-by-God-rope. Yellow Chicken is hurting from that move too. Delayed cover. Chicken finally gets over there. One! Two! KIDD KICKS OUT! Chicken rolls off. He is dazed. Kidd sees Chicken and he crawls over to him. He is going for the CATTLE MUTILATION. He locks it in... what a painful move. Chicken scrambles, they're not in the center of the ring... Chicken gets near the ropes and his Six Foot Five frame allows him to reach the bottom rope with his foot. Kidd looks frustrated, but continues the course. He gets Chicken up for a CRIMSON TIDE! BLOCKED! Yellow Chicken goes behind and it's the CROSS FACE CHICKEN-WING!! Kidd doesn't let Chicken take him to the ground. He kicks off the ropes and it sends them BOTH backward. Yellow Chicken releases after getting squashed. Kidd takes another opportunity to apply CATTLE MUTILATION! This time it's in the center of the ring. The Moose is stirring. Yellow Chicken is screaming in pain. Moose is on the ring apron. Chicken is in SO MUCH PAIN! Any miracles left for Chicken? Will Moose get there.. Moose goes through the ropes and TRIPS AS CHICKEN TAPS! The fans explode. Kidd can't believe it and just lays on the mat. Chicken is hurting bad. Moose just leaves the ring frustrated. Kidd gets handed the belt and we hear this FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match via submission, and NEW NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPION... THE OUTLAW: PATRICK KIIIDD!
Yellow Chicken gets up as Kidd hugs the belt in disbelief still. He is almost in tears as the fans chant for both men. They are both standing as Chicken goes nose to nose with Kidd. He then offers his hand. They shake, embracing in a quick manly style, then Chicken leaves, to let Kidd have his moment. You can see Kidd pointing to the crowd telling them "This is for you.. Thank You!" With all the heartache and all the feuds.. Patrick Kidd is finally a singles champion... and NO ONE can ever take this moment away from him. Good night!
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