TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.

11/14/2006

Fade in.

Underoath's "In Regards To Myself" cranks in. The NAPW Tuesday Night Fights video montage fills your screen. INTENSITY. IMPACT. INCREDIBLE. Dammit, Angle has his three "I"s, so does NAPW. Fade quickly into the scene of 700 rowdy fans in Lethbridge, Alberta, as NAPW's tour of the Prairies continues. Signs read "Perfectly Dull" (snap!), "The REAL New & Improved D-X", and "Kill The Dudes!", among others. Jack Jones & Bill Hewson at the announce table, ready to get this thing started off. They turn around to face the camera and introduce the show.

BILL HEWSON: Welcome everyone to another edition of Tuesday Night Fights! This is New Alberta Pro WRESTLING, and tonight, we have six big matches on tap, including one helluva main event. It will be "The New & Improved D-X" defending their tag team belts against a returning team of The Dudes, now managed by D-X's former manager Coach Gordon Jago. It's no DQ, and it promises to be ugly.

JACK JONES: That's right! Tonight The Dudes finish what they started at Anniversary Assault, when they end the careers of Stylin' Kyle and The Beast.

"Going Under" hits and out comes Elektrio, full of energy. He runs out to the ring and slides in, ready for action. Crowd gives him a round of boos.

BILL HEWSON: And we're not going to waste your time by TALKING. It says wrestling on the marquee, so let's get to it.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Winter Park, Florida! Weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds... he is Elektrio!

"Notthingham Lace" comes on next, and the Lethbridge fans get on their feet and go nuts for Sick Billy Kreynik! Billy walks out, intense as ever, looking to make it two in a row for his re-debut in the NAPW.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, from Windsor, Ontario! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, he is the former Tag Team Champion and Ring of Prestige member... SICK! BIIIILLYYYYY! KRYYYYENNNIK!

The bell rings, and it's ON. Kryenik starts it up with a lariat, taking the lighter newcomer off his feet in a hurry. Not wasting a second, Billy follows up and kicks to the back of Elektrio's head and between the shoulders. Scoop up by Kryenik...Standing Powerslam! Kryenik looking for the cover, but Elektrio with an easy kickout. Billy is pumped, and he's laying into Elektrio with right hands and forearm smashes. He grabs his face, here comes the HOOK! BAM! Elektrio bounces back off the ropes, and Kryenik now with the KISS! OF! BABYLON! I think some lucky fan in front row just got a souvenir; Elektrio's two front teeth! Cover! Both legs hooked! Elektrio out at two! He uses the ropes to get himself and get his wits about him, but here's Billy on the offensive yet again! Thumb to the eyes by Elektrio! Sharplin didn't see it! Modified swinging neckbreaker by the rookie! Both men shoot up, Elektrio off the ropes, and goes for a sunset flip...Kryenik stops him, and goes for a fist drop, Elektrio with a LOW BLOW on Billy! The crowd boos ad Elektrio starts hitting kicks and punches and pounds the legend into the corner. CHOP! WOO! CHOP! WOO! CHO- Billy with a HAYMAKER!

Elektrio is dazed, but manages to get another thumb to the eyes and reels off a Hurracanrana! He wastes no time in ascending the turnbuckle!

SWANTON! COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE- Shoulder! Elektrio can't believe it, but Sharplin calmly tells him it was just two. He picks up his opponent, and rakes his back! Billy cringes in pain, and stumbles forward a few steps turning back just in time to DUCK! a superkick attempt! BELLY TO BELLY FROM BILLY KRYENIK! Cover!

ONE...TWO...NOT THREE! Elektrio with a shoulder up at two and three-quarters! He has no time to fight back, Billy shoots him off the ropes and hits the URA-NAGE SLAM! That's gotta be it! ANOTHER PIN! JUST TWO, it was SO close. Kryenik looks pretty impressed with the newcomer. Elektrio back sommersaults on to his feet, kicking Billy in the face in the process! Excellent move! Once to his feet, it's Eletktrio with a spinning heel kick! Kryenik eats it, pops up, and look out from behind! Kryenik slides behind his foe and nails an Electric Chair Drop! Pick up, and a whip to the corner...THERE'S SOME HOT SALVATION! Elektrio slams off Billy's knee, and as he falls, gets picked up easily by the hall of famer...DRY LAKE! This thing is over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, SICK! BIIILLLLLYYYYY KRYYYYEEENIIIIK!

BILL HEWSON: A surprising showing by the rookie Elketrio, but chalk up another payday for the returning Billy Kryenik. Have you ever seen the man so focused, Jack Attack?

JACK JONES: I can't say that I have, but he's going to have to prove to me he can win the big matches without the help of garbage wrestling or a superior tag team partner.

BILL HEWSON: How can you be so fickle and yet so consistent?

JACK JONES: How can I... wait, say that again?

BILL HEWSON: Never mind. Don't touch that dial, when Tuesday Night Fights returns, the Kiniski Cup will be on the line. Pure Honor champion Simply Beautiful will defend against NAPW's new chairman, David Banks. Stay tuned.

However, TNF does not immediately cut to commercial break. Instead, we get a view of an office. Specifically, the temporary office of NAPW owner R. Joseph Winchell III.

*knock knock knock*

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: What!

The door opens, and in walks North T. Gunderson! Winchell looks visibly displeased to see the smiling Gunderson.

NORTH T. GUNDERSON: Mr. Winchell, it's a pleasure, how are you doing?

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'll be better when you're out of my hair.

NORTH T. GUNDERSON: No time for pleasantries? Well, then shall get to business?

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Here!

Winchell irritably passes a large envelope to Gunderson

NORTH T. GUNDERSON: Excellent, I believe this is what you wanted?

Gunderson tosses a computer disk onto Winchell's Desk

NORTH T. GUNDERSON: Well, I assume we'll see you later tonight.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: (growling) Get out!

North exits the office, almost skipping. Winchell buries his head in his hands, clearly frustrated by something. What is on that computer desk North gave to him? And what was in the envelope?

NAPW returns from commercial break, with Frank Warburton in the ring to announce the next match.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is a Pure Honor Match, and is for the KINISKI CUP!

Obie Trice plays an out comes The Chairman of NAPW: David Banks. Henry Andrews, the most impartial official *cough* in the NAPW is set to ref this match. David comes out full of confidence, and still a bit pissed over his loss to one North T. Gunderson. As David enters the ring he exchanges a nod with Andrews. The fans boo him a ton. This is the Cup match Banks earned at Anniversary Assault.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing the challenger, who weighed in this morning at two hundred and twenty eight pounds. He is wrestling out of Greensboro, North Carolina, he is the CHAIRMAN OF THE NAPW: DAVVVIIDD! BAAANNNKKSS!

"Stone Cold Crazy" and out comes the champ. The Kiniski Cup is held up high as the fans go crazy for Simply Beautiful. Simply Beautiful enters the ring and looks absolutely un-intimidated by Banks. He looks at Andrews. But before the match can begin, "Bad Boys" plays.R. Joseph Winchell III comes down the aisle, looking ill. He gets the mic on the outside.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Ladies and Gentlemen! Sports in this province have been shaken by corrupt officiating as of late. And while I have the utmost confidence in Henry Andrews impartiality (the crowd boos) I would not want this organization too be thought of as allowing such controversy. As such I have assigned a... special guest referee to this match!

Guitar & Sirens blare as "A Girl Named Tex" by Trocadero plays. Tex enters wearing a tight referee striped shirt and a referee striped Trench Coat. Andrews looks stunned, arguing with Winchell to no avail (even if Winchell doesn't look like he believed a word he just said). Banks is livid. Tex gets in the ring, and lets both wrestlers know who is in charge.

Banks and Simply Beautiful come to the center of the ring and shake hands. It's quick and then the bell sounds, this baby is underway. Simply Beautiful is coming off an impressive win over Dutch Flanagan. North T. defeated Banks on Friday Night. Uncle Mo is on the side of Simply Beautiful. The match begins with some trash talking on both sides. They stand nose to nose, with Simply Beautiful with a slight height advantage. Banks come out with a huge slap to the face of Beautiful. SB fires back with one of his own, and we see spit fly from the mouth of Banks. Banks tries to hit another of his own, but it's blocked by Simply Beautiful. He hip-tosses David Banks and Banks quickly rolls to a corner. Andrews comes over and gives him some tips. Yeah that's one "impartial" ref. Banks gets up slowly and Simply Beautiful allows him to come out cleanly. Banks cracks his knuckles and ties up with the champ. Banks gets the advantage and pushes SB to the ropes. He lets up cleanly and then to the disdain of the crowd, slaps the chest of Simply Beautiful very hard. Tex seems to be watching the match rather than officiating. Banks backs off, and the Beautiful One comes off the ropes. SB shoots for a leg but meets only a boot to the head. Banks takes advantage and slaps on a headlock. Simply Beautiful, who's trying to get out of the headlock, gets released quickly as Banks does a super fast turn and locks on the Ankle Lock Simply Beautiful contorts his body and kicks with the other free leg, and knocks Banks off. Banks up quickly and Simply Beautiful kicks him in the stomach for his effort to apply the hold again. Simply Beautiful on his feet before Banks, Banks charges him and is side stepped. SB catches Banks on the rebound with an explosive Belly to Belly suplex. The Cover. One... Two...

KICK-OUT.

A slower count from the inexperienced Tex. Simply Beautiful looks at her, but understands that she is new to this. Banks tries for the ankle again, but gets a kick to the head by the standing SB. Simply Beautiful picks him up and attempts a double under-hook. Banks reverses it with a Northern Light Suplex, with a nice Bridge. The count: One... Two... Foot on the rope.

FRANK WARBURTON: Simply Beautiful has used his first rope break!

Banks looks like he is going to explode. The count was slower than a normal ref, but was the same as the one earlier for Simply Beautiful. She is calling it right down the middle. Banks is berating her, and she threatens him with a rope break. Andrews tells Banks to cool off, no need to lose a valuable rope break. Simply Beautiful is up and behind him. SPIN DOCTOR. SB with a cover on Banks. One... Two... Kick-out. Simply Beautiful follows up that pin with some PAINKILLER. Though totally oblivious to the fact that this move causes a lot of pain, the sarcastic Beautiful calls it that. Back to the action as the arm/shoulder of Banks is causing him to curse and panic. He is trying his best to get to the ropes. Tex is in position to see a tap out or hear the words "I Quit." Banks does neither and manages to grab a rope.

FRANK WARBURTON: David Banks has used his first rope break.

Banks rolls out of the ring, and gets checked on by Andrews. Simply Beautiful sees them two together. He decides to be suicidal ala Chris Kamikaze, and dives through the ropes. Andrews sees him at the last second and pushes Banks out of the picture. ANDREWS IS NAILED BY A SUICIDE DIVE. Simply Beautiful took a big hit to the ground too. Banks enters the ring, and allows Tex to count out Simply Beautiful. One... Two... Three... The count remains the same, slow. Four... Beautiful is stirring. Five... The crowd is chanting for SB. Six... Banks sees SB on his feet. He climbs to the top rope. TOP ROPE CROSS-BODY TO THE FLOOR! He went for a home run! They are both laying on the floor, Simply Beautiful looks to be out. Banks is rising as Tex gets a new count up. She is going on five. Banks slides in Simply Beautiful. He covers him. One... Two...

FRANK WARBURTON: Simply Beautiful has used his second rope break!

Banks pulls the leg off the ropes. He covers again, hooking both legs. One... Two... SB, still dazed, instinctively grabs the ropes with his hand again.

FRANK WARBURTON: Simply Beautiful has used his final rope break.

Banks smiles a bit and covers one last time. One... Two.... KICK-OUT BY SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL! Banks is going crazy. He gets in the face of Tex. Simply Beautiful rolls him up! One.... Tw.. not even a two count. Banks and Simply Beautiful rise up, SB being the obviously more banged up competitor. Banks grabs Simply Beautiful's arm and nails a short-armed clothesline. He hangs on to SB, drags him up and locks on a inverted face lock. He nails a back breaker from the face lock. He seizes the opportunity to once again lock on the Ankle Lock. Simply Beautiful is stuck in the middle of the ring, no rope breaks and has to fight off this ultra painful move. Banks is wrenching on it good. No way out for SB. He is trying to get to the ropes. It won't stop the move. Banks doesn't concern him with the movement and struggle. He focuses on the task at hand. Breaking this guys ankle. SB is near the ropes. He grabs the middle one and pulls himself up slightly. He gets the other leg planted on the ground. Banks is trying to wrench harder. Simply Beautiful screams out in pain. He grabs the top rope, swings his free leg up and kicks the hell out of Banks mouth. Banks releases the hold. He checks his now bleeding mouth. "You son of a bitch" is heard from Banks who rushes Beautiful. Beautiful catches Banks in a head scissors and takes Banks over the top rope, skinning the cat to stop himself. Banks lands hard on the outside. SB is favoring his right ankle. Banks is up. Simply Beautiful uses the ropes and dropkicks through the ropes and nails Banks. Banks is against the railing. SB gets outside the ropes and jumps at Banks.

JUMPING IMPLANT DDT ON THE FLOOR.

Banks might be dead. Simply Beautiful is moving slightly. He puts Banks in the ring. He covers... Banks gets his foot on the rope via Henry Andrews assistance. Tex didn't see that, but checks after Andrews yells at her.

FRANK WARBURTON: David Banks used his second rope break.

Simply Beautiful to the top rope. IT'S TIME FOR THE NEW YORK NIGHTMARE. SB doesn't get full height, because he jumped basically off one foot. HE MISSES BANKS. Banks moved at the last second, as Andrews urges him to get up. Banks is hurt, but manages to hook Simply Beautiful for a German suplex. He hangs on to it. ANOTHER ONE ON SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL. He stands him up and STANDING SWITCH BY SB. Simply Beautiful with a German Suplex, with a bridge. The count One... Two... Three!

NO WAIT, THE TOP OF BANKS SHOE IS IN THE ROPES. WHAT FLEXIBILITY BY BANKS.

FRANK WARBURTON: David Banks has used HIS last Rope Break.

Both men are exhausted. They lay there for several seconds, and finally rise up. Banks is up first and throws Simply Beautiful into the far corner. He charges with a weak clothesline. He couldn't build up the steam. He climbs on top of Simply Beautiful. He is trying to set up something, but gets an atomic drop by SB. Banks is grabbing his groin area. Simply Beautiful with a MONSTER SUPER KICK. Banks head might be in the first row... No wait, he still has it. Banks is down. Simply Beautiful covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner... and STILL Pure Honor champion! SIMPLY BEAUTIFULLLL!

The match is over. Simply Beautiful crawls over, and shakes the hand of the unaware Banks. Andrews hits the ring with a chair. Simply Beautiful shakes his head and grabs the chair away from him. Andrews retreats, grabs another chair. He gets in the ring and Simply Beautiful tells him to bring it. A chair duel?

VANDAMINATOR. Banks laid a kick into Simply Beautiful's chair, smashing it into his face. Simply Beautiful didn't get a full force one. Banks and Andrews line up the rising Simply Beautiful. CON-CHAIR-TO! Wait, Andrews has his chair stolen by Tex! Banks nails SB anyways, and Simply Beautiful is out. Banks stalks Tex who drops her chair, and tries to exit. Andrews grabs her by the hair. He throws her toward the middle of the ring. Banks smiles and holds his chair up.She turns to run and Andrew is standing there with a chair too. She is stuck and starts to panic. They raise the two chairs and...

BILL HEWSON: For God's sake, she's a woman! Don't do it! We need some help --- HERE COMES NORTH T. GUNDERSON ... and DEZ CARTER!

NORTH T. GUNDERSON AND DEZ CARTER HIT THE RING. SPEAR ON BANKS, LOU THESZ PRESS ON ANDREWS, ALONG WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES! Tex is in the corner of the ring, as Carter and North run Banks off. Now they double clothesline Andrews. Dez Carter, North T. Gunderson... they're standing tall in the ring. North T. Gunderson grabs a mic.

NORTH T. GUNDERSON: Enough of this crap. No more SCREWING UP MATCHES! No more SCREWING WITH DEZ, NO MORE SCREWING WITH NORTH! T! GUNDERSON! Next week there's a tag match going down. Dez and me versus you two... DAVID BANKS AND HENRY ANDREWS! Signed, sealed and delivered by our owner Joseph Winchell!

JACK JONES: WHAT?

BILL HEWSON: Unbelievable!

Andrews is yelling his way up the aisle: "I'M NOT A WRESTLER." Banks is exhausted and very pissed. Simply Beautiful finally gets up and looks around the ring. He asks for his Cup, and slaps the back of North and then Dez, before exiting the ring. North holds a contract up high for Banks & Andrews to see as Dez Carter hits the ropes. Banks & Andrews disappear through the curtains, Andrews incensed/panicking.

Backstage at TNF, Josh Reynolds is looking for "The Show" Chad Kurtis for a quick promo. He finds Chad signing autographs for a group of US fans and flirting with some female fans....

JOSH REYNOLDS: Excuse me Chad! Can I get a quick word, if you're ready?

"THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS: "The Show" is always ready!

JOSH REYNOLDS: Let me start my asking you about your match at Action against Kisei Mashiin... "The Japanese Death Machine."

"THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS: Well, the Show gets to begin his NAPW career against some Japanese hooker. Spending time in Japan learning the puroresu style, I have had run-ins with Kisei-type before. That plus watching tapes of his matches, and my usually dedicated training, I know I am ready to start my NAPW career out with a win!

JOSH REYNOLDS: Well, you guys from Kentucky seem to be making a lot of noise here in NAPW. Now in Canada you are kind of an unknown, but in the USA and other places you have traveled you seem to be somewhat of a big name, would you like to tell the NAPW fans about your past?

"THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS: Josh, "The Show" was an All-American wrestler at Duke, has a gold medal from the Goodwill games, and was a 3-time FCW world champion, but none of that means anything now. I am here to prove myself to the NAPW fans, and fellow wrestlers. I know many of the wrestler may not like me, but when they've been in the ring with me... they will have to respect me.

JOSH REYNOLDS: Chad, any closing remarks for the fans here at NAPW?

"THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS: I have a few, thank you. My first remark is to the management, I know Black Thursday II is coming up and I just hope you don't plan on having a PPV without "The Show", because "The Show" is Pay-per-view. Now to my fellow wrestlesr in the locker room know this: "The Show" doesn't back down from anyone! And one last thing....My name is Chad Kurtis and I approved this message!

With that "The Show" tosses the mic back at Josh and walks away.

JOSH REYNOLDS: There you have it, "The Show" Chad Kurtis. One of NAPW's newest superstars. Back to you, Bill and Jack!

Back to ringside, Jack Jones & Bill Hewson at view. The crowd is rowdy in Lethbridge. They uh, they don't get out much.

JACK JONES: "The Show" approves this message? Who approved this stinker to take up our airtime?

BILL HEWSON: Certainly some bold words from an NAPW newcomer, Chad Kurtis. He makes his debut on Action! this Friday night --- he'll have some tough competition when he takes on "The Japanese Death Machine" Kisei Mashiin, who was dominant in his debut last week.

JACK JONES: I tell you, "The Show" isn't a match for Mashiin.

BILL HEWSON: We'll wait and see. Our next match up was set up last week by Commissioner Joseph Winchell. It was SAD vs Royal Foundation, Thomas Deathrow defeating Thomas Young last week in singles competition.

JACK JONES: A win Deathrow only got thanks to that scurrilous Man In Black!

BILL HEWSON: Months ago Joseph Winchell took control of this company from his father, Bobby Winchell. He also revealed himself to be The Man In Black that caused trouble for former tag champions The Delivery Men... but that was until a NEW Man In Black showed up wearing Winchell's old clothes. And you know, for some reason, Winchell thinks it was Deathrow's partner Krusty Kid Paul as the Man In Black last week! And now it's Krusty Kid Paul vs Prince Darko, Deathrow is BANNED from ringside!

JACK JONES: Well... I can see the commish suspects KKP, but that's given the idiot too much credit. Paul doesn't have the brains to pull off a caper like this. And why the hell would SAD want to get on Winchell's bad side?

Good question, Jack Attack. Kill Radio! The track "Pull Out" blasts from the PA, and the Lethbridge crowd gives a... mixed reaction to Krusty Kid Paul. The Sexy, Adorable Drunk makes his way out wearing an outfit of torn jean shorts and a dirty t-shirt, his mohawk looking awesome. He fingers the fans, even the ones cheering for him, before rolling into the ring to await his opponent.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and Sir Thomas Deathrow is BANNED from ringside! Introducing first, from Kitchener, Ontario... he stands six-two and weighs two-hundred and forty pounds! A member of Sexy Adorable Drunks... Krusty! Kid! PAULLLL!

Paul hits the second turnbuckle with a sneer on his face. He does what he wants to do, kids. The music changes up, this time the boos are much more prevalent...

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Prince Darko and Mr. B... at six-one and two-hundred and ten pounds, he is the Crown Prince of the Nation of Zamunda! He is a member of the Royal Foundation... PRINNNNNCE DARKOOOO!

BILL HEWSON: Oh this is real fair. Tommy Deathrow is banned from ringside, but Prince Darko brings out his bodyguard and his manager!

JACK JONES: You'd rather have the Crown Prince of Zamunda come out alone, without a bodyguard? It's the price Prince Darko has to pay for his wealth and responsibility to the people of Zamunda. He can't live a normal life, going to the gas station for milk at 2 am when the wife crabs him out, unnoticed like you Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: How is acting like a gangsta "princely", Jones? Oh never mind, let's call the match.

Darko hands his royal coat off to the timekeeper, warning him to keep it pristine. Krusty Kid Paul takes advantage by jumping Darko before the bell. Ding ding ding, now it's underway. The brawler KKP working over Prince Darko, slugging him into the corner. Referee Morgan Smythe trying to get a break in the corner. She does. KKP backs off, only to send a big workboot into Darko's gut. Butterfly --- suplex! Surprising technical move from Krusty Kid Paul, but hell, he is teamed with the SUPERSTAR normally. Quick cover gets one. KKP grabs what he can of Darko's short hair and pulls him up to a seated position. Paul runs off the ropes, BOOM. Big boot right into Darko's face. Another cover gets two this time, but Darko easily able to kick out. Paul gets on top of the man and just lays into him with rights and lefts, stopping only to flip the bird in Darko's face. WHAM. Smythe counting one, two, three, four, KKP finally stops. He throws some choice cursing Morgan's direction, then gets set to do some more damage. Darko is getting up, KKP with an irish whip - reversed! Thomas Young low bridges the top rope and KKP flies out of the ring, landing in a heap against the guardrail. Mr. B is on the apron distracting Morgan, complaining about KKP's closed fists. Thomas Young has KKP on the outside, BAM. STO on the concrete takes KKP down! Young rolls Paul back into the ring, Darko quick to make a cover. That gets two. Darko goes to the choke, drawing the ref's five-count. Broken at four. Prince Darko grabs Paul's mohawk with a look of disgust on his royal features, irish whip! Drop toe-hold sends Paul throat first onto the bottom rope. No cover made, instead Darko starts ... well, apparently hitting on Morgan. She rolls her eyes and tells Darko to get back to the match, Darko saying "I'm royalty baby!" While this is going on? Thomas Young coldcocks Paul right in the throat!

Darko again takes advantage. Two count only. Darko gets to his knees to argue the count with Smythe --- disguising the fact that his shin is right across Paul's throat, cutting off his hair! "Come on ref, don't they touch women to count in this country?" Morgan's eyes widen in anger and she counts fast. Darko gets off of Paul at four again, then backs off and waits for the man to get up. A shaky Paul wills himself up... Royal Effect! The claw-hold STO on Paul! More damage to the neck and Paul's head, this time Darko covers for one, two... kick out! Close call that time. Darko decides to stop wasting time, pulling Paul up. Darko hits the ropes at a run, going for his Running DDT --- Paul reveres it! Into a big ol' SPINEBUSTER. With that move, both men are down, the referee beginning to make a standing ten-count.

She gets to five before Darko is up to his feet. Darko makes for Paul, but it's KKP with the first shot! Darko fires back, Paul absorbs it and lays a big right hand into the breadbasket. The momentum is building for the Sexy Adorable Drunk, it's fists of fire! He has Darko in the corner by God, just unleashing a barrage of right hands the speed of Deathrow downing a bottle of good Russian vodka! Darko slumps in the corner, Smythe wants Paul out. He obliges by getting some distance... CHARGE. KNEE SMASH into Darko's face! The Prince is down, and Krusty Kid Paul yells hoarsely to the crowd for a damn Bottle Opener! That draws Mr. B onto the apron for a distraction, KKP's had enough of this bullcrap. But wait! Thomas Young into the ring from behind! Young charges KKP, Paul sidesteps, and it's Mr. B who gets smashed by Young (flying off the apron to the floor.) Smythe turns around and sees Krusty Kid Paul back body drop Young out of the ring! But here comes Prince Darko charging --- Paul dodges OH MY GOD. Morgan Smythe just got nailed by Darko's clothesline, she's out. KKP has Darko from behind --- GERMAN SUPLEX! Float over into the ELBOW TO THE FACE! That's the Bottle Opener, cover, there's no referee though. Morgan is out. KKP swears and gets up... When suddenly DIO MUERTRE slides into the ring from the aisle. KKP doesn't see him until it's too late --- CRACK! The ball bat explodes into dust and splinters over Paul's head! Why is Dio Muerte out here? What does he want with Paul?

Paul collapses in a heap on the canvas as Dio Muerte pulls Prince Darko over Paul for a cover. Smythe is still down, but Dio Muerte is out of the ring running back up the aisle. Morgan slowly coming to... but Paul isn't even moving, he just took a friggin' baseball bat to the head. Darko is going to win this thing, all Smythe needs to do is count three...

Suddenly, the crowd POPS like crazy. Because from the crowd comes... you guessed it. THE MAN IN BLACK. Prince Darko is getting to his feet, trying to shake Morgan awake. The crowd's reaction makes him nervous, however. He turns around... and gets booted in the gut by The Man In Black. MIB sticks Darko's head between his legs and waggles around. Then, with one quick stump-pulling motion, he delivers one helluva piledriver to the Prince! The MIB pulls Paul on top, then slides out of the ring and back out through the crowd. Smythe comes to! She counts one...two...three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... KRUSTY KID PAULLLLL!

KKP quickly rolls out of the ring as Thomas Young and Mr. B finally get back in, too little too late. The Man In Black AGAIN costs The Royal Foundation... and helps out a member of Sexy Adorable Drunks. Thomas Young is pissed off as Mr. B frantically tries to revive the fallen Crown Prince of Zamunda. SAD take the win today... thanks to the Man In Black. But why did Dio Muerte get involved?

Back from commercial and the ring is empty, the fans are buzzing between matches waiting for whats next.

"WELL I GOT SHOT"

The crowd blows out of their murmur to welcome the champ. The fans are to their feet for the most part, as "Ibi Dreams of Pavement" plays loud, escorting Patrick Bickle down to the ring. The NAPW champion has the belt around his waist as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Some small chants of "Bi-ckle" are heard in corners of the arena. Through the ropes, Bickle stands in the middle of the ring.

PATRICK BICKLE: Before I begin...

Bickle is cut off by a fan screaming out "BICKLE" at the top of his lungs from the front row. The fans react and Bickle stands for another reception in the ring.

PATRICK BICKLE: Before I begin, I must give one detail. This belt around my waist was in the possession of Lloyd Rees.

The fans immediately react with boos, easily equivalent to the noise of cheers for Bickle.

PATRICK BICKLE: And now, here it sits, and here it stays.

The fans explode louder than before, but Bickle begins talking again and they are slowly muffled, after missing the first couple words due to the volume.

PATRICK BICKLE: ...and I haven't yet made a formal appearance as champion, so here I stand in the ring. To begin, Lethbridge, Alberta, how are you tonight?

Bickle's monotonous voice brings in some applause and a couple cheers from the crowd.

PATRICK BICKLE: I am told that often champions celebrate the accomplishment of a title by recounting their path.

With that Bickle pulls out a piece of paper from his pants and flattens it out as he begins to read.

PATRICK BICKLE: I beat Static,

The crowd reacts to the match which retired the hardcore luchadore, but Bickle has continued before awaiting reaction.

PATRICK BICKLE: ...row with Patrick Kidd...

Again the crowd tries to react but Bickle continues through.

PATRICK BICKLE: ...and finally Lloyd Rees. Now here I stand.

The crowd has been dulled to almost entire silence. At this moment Bickle reads the bottom of the paper to himself and, as if suddenly remembering, walks to the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope with his fist in the air. The fans clap moderately. Bickle walks to the opposite buckle and raises his fist again, indifferently, and the crowd barely reacts, but they do react when "Fighting 59" begins to blare over the speakers of the arena. "Manager t'da Stars", Ol' Salty, walks out on the ramp first followed by "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees. Rees and Ol' Salty make their way to the ring; microphone in hand, Lloyd Rees starts to speak. His natural heel charisma is drawing incredible heat the moment he opens his mouth to speak. The words come easy to him, unlike the current champion.

Rees: Ya honestly have da nerve t'come out here and tell d'ese people about da Larry's ya have beat t'get where ya are t'day?

PATRICK BICKLE: No, I did not beat "Larry" ---

THE LEMONDROP KID: Shut da (BLEEP) up! Come on Bickle! Static?! Hell, he's a washed up has-been. Kidd, just another jobber d'hat doesn't have enough skill t'shine me boots. What yer look'n at in front of ya right now is a real man, a true Champion, da only man in NAPW history d'hat has won matches via pinfall, submission, top-rope elimination, count-out, knock-out, first blood, ladder, and a casket full of ketchup...

PATRICK BICKLE: I too have won ladder matches, I correctly recall ---

THE LEMONDROP KID: Don't interrupt me bitch! I'm NAPW royalty! A former NAPW Television Champion, a former three time and longest reigning NAPW Provincial Champion, and a former, and soon t'be once again, NAPW Champion...

Bickle actually chuckles at Lloyd's trademark rant. Rees isn't impressed.

THE LEMONDROP KID: Laugh all ya want Bickle, but yer look'n at da technical terror, da top wrestler in da business t'day, "Da East Coast Sensation", "Da Lemondrop Kid", da one and da only... LLOYD REES!

Bickle continues to chuckle, overcome by some strange mirth. Well it's emotion at the very least. This time Lloyd reacts with a hard smack to the face. Bickle suddenly snaps to attention, the awkwardness in his demeanor retreating. Rees and Bickle are staring each other down in the middle of the ring. Rees is smiling at the raining boos coming towards him. Bickle is just staring forwards. Bickle lets fly! The crowd erupts for Bickle once more, but Rees isn't off his feet. A fist comes flying back and catches Bickle square. Both men are just letting their hands fly now! No attempt in bringing a man down, or a wrestling move, but a complete brawl.

"Wait wait wait!"

The men continue to brawl as R. Joseph Winchell III steps out into view, accompanied by security staff that has already made a bee-line for the ring, quickly separating the two men.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: This match isn't for another week! These fans don't deserve to see it until I tell them they deserve it.

Bickle is being pulled away from the ring to the entrance by security. Rees is collecting himself before leaving the ring.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And I just can't trust you two to do it. You've forced me to add... Evan Cartwright as a special enforcer on November 21!

Rees has paused to laugh at ringside to himself, and the security guards have stopped for a moment just before escorting Bickle from view. Bickle turns to face Winchell as the bodyguards have given him a metre of space.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: That's right! Patrick Bickle vs The Lemondrop Kid, submission match for the NAPW title... special guest enforcer --- the PERFECT enforcer --- Evan Cartwright!

The fans are dead silent, and Bickle stares directly into the centre of the ring to Winchell. He takes both hands and points slowly at the belt around his waist, and then slowly brings his two fingers up and taps his own chest. The words "my belt" are mouthed. A security guard reaches forward to grab Bickle but he pulls the guard a step forward with him.

"MY BELT!"

Bickle screams with everything. Even the audience could hear that one. The crowd explodes as Bickle is finally pulled away from view. Cut to commercial.

JACK JONES: ... and that's when I realized where my hand was.

BILL HEWSON: Disturbing as usual. Welcome back to Tuesday Night Fights. Up next, we have a match stemming from Anniversary Assault and last week. Let's take you back.

Anniversary Assault. House of Horrors match. Ravager wins the match, but before he can have his five minutes with the handcuffed opponents. Lights out. PLAGUE delivers The Angel's Wings to Ravager when the lights come back up. Clips of Plague and Stiff Competition assaulting a bloody Ravager. Then last week: Lights go down, Plague seems to be in the balcony. Ravager chases up there, only to be left holding Plague's leather coat. Then ROD HARDWAY lariats the hell out of Ravager, almost sending him over the balcony. Back to live action.

BILL HEWSON: Ravager gets a chance for revenge tonight, but one has to wonder if The Plague will again make himself known tonight. I still don't know if he was actually in the building last week, but he still got to Ravager.

JACK JONES: Plague'll do whatever he wants, Hewson, he was the FIRST NAPW champion. I would like to know just why The Plague's after Ravager though, we haven't heard from him since Anniversary Assault.

BILL HEWSON: We may find answers tonight, we may not, but let's go to Frank Warburton for the introductions.

FRANK WARBURTON: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first weighing at three-hundred and twenty-five pounds.. from Detroit, Michigan...Rod Hardway!

"King of The Kill" by Annihilator begins booming through the speakers. Rod Hardway emerges from the entrance and the crowd begins to boo. Dutch Flanagan and Ol' Salty follow closely behind. They makes their way to the ring, Hardway walking up the steps and then stepping OVER the top rope.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pound! From Brooklyn, New York... Raavvvaaggeerr!

"Path" by Apocalyptica replaces the current tune and Ravager makes his way from the back. He takes a few steps forward and basks in the mix of jeers and cheers. Ravager smirks, then makes his way to the ring.

Ding Ding Ding! Both men stare at each other for a moment and then begin to talk trash, neither man losing their cool. Ravager walks forward and both of them simultaneously initiate a collar elbow tie up. Ravager attempts to gain advantage but is over powered by the much bigger Rod Hardway. Rod grabs hold of Ravager's shoulders and shoves him to the mat. Ravager quickly regains posture and rushes Rod Hardway, he fakes a punch and quickly follows up with a leg sweep. Rod Hardways knees buckle and he goes to his knees --- Ravager then hits the ropes and delivers a stiff big boot to the back of Rod Hardways head! Rod Hardway quickly makes it to his feet and Ravager is shocked. Ravager rushes...Mafia Kick to the forehead of Ravager! Hardway quickly mounts Ravager and delivers several forearms and fists. Hardway grabs hold of Ravager and lifts him to his feet. Irish Whip! Rod sent him in with magnificent strength, Ravager literally bounces off the corner. Rod smiles and walks toward Ravager and gives him a hard boot to the skull. He turns Ravager over and places a boot on his face. One! Two! Foot on the rope! Rod Hardway lifts Ravager to his feet... Stiff Knife Edge Chop! And Another! Another! Another! Ravager is sent reeling into the corner and Rod Hardway is relentless, he continues to light Ravager's chest up. Irish Whip sends Ravager across the ring and crashing into the corner. Rod makes his way to Ravager...Leg Sweep! Failed! Rod Hardway stomps the sweeping leg of Ravager. Ravager screams and it seems to fuel Rod Hardway. He repeatedly stomps the leg of Ravager and Morgan Smythe begins to count. One! Two! Three! Four! Rod Hardway backs away and Ravager backs up into the corner and begins holding his leg in agony. Rod then lifts Ravager to his feet with ease and literally just tosses him across the ring. Ravager struggles to get to his feet, using the ropes pull himself up. Rod Hardway gives him a moment before zoning in on Ravager's leg. Desperation right hand! Rod stumbles backwards and Ravager sends him chest first into the corner, a quick kick to the back of Rod Hardways leg sends him to his knees...The Silencer! Good God, that was a sick stomp by Ravager to the back of Hardway's head. Rod Hardway falls limp and Ravager hits the ropes... He jumps into the air...Double Foot Stomp! Crushing Rod Hardway's head into the bottom turnbuckle.

BILL HEWSON: Ravager is a man-for-hire, he will do whatever it takes to win his matches... but Good God, that was sadistic.

JACK JONES: Why isn't the referee disqualifying him? What's her problem, dammit?

Morgan Smythe pushes Ravager away and she drops down to check on Rod Hardway. Rod Hardway refuses to go down and gallantly makes it to his feet. Ravager is in shock, he rushes and jumps toward Rod Hardway, Morgan Smythe barely makes it to safety and Rod Hardway catches him in fallaway slam position. Rod Hardway's about to send him flying..Elbow to the side of Rod Hardways head! Another Elbow! Rod Hardway drops Ravager, staggering. Ravager hits the ropes - tripped up! Morgan begins yelling at Ol' Salty and Dutch Flanagan. Then raise their arms above their heads and insist that he tripped, Morgan doesn't believe them but has to get back to the action currently going on in the ring. Ravager is back to his feet and yelling at Ol' Salty and Flanagan and Rod Hardway takes advantage of the moment and delivers a hard forearm to the back of Ravager, he yelps and...Full Nelson Slam! Rod Hardway goes for a cover. One! Two! Thre... Shoulder up! Rod Hardway forearms the face of Ravager and forces his shoulders down. One! Two! Kickout! Rod Hardway lifts Ravager to his feet and Knees him in the stomach... Jackkinfe Powerbomb! --- Ravager stomps his foot! He hooks the man somehow in a Northerns Light Suplex! Pin! One! Two! Rod pushes him off. Ravager delivers a stiff kick to the head of Rod Hardway and lifts him up. A slap to the face wakes Rod up but it's too late. Ravager somehow gets his arms around... it's not perfect, but it hits! Last Resort! Cover!

One!

Dutch and Ol' Salty storm the ring!

Two!

Hard kick by Dutch to Ravager!

Morgan Smythe calls for the bell!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match by Disqualification...Ravager!

Stiff Competition proceed to jump Ravager, laying into him with brutal stomps. Stiff Double Fist Drop by Stiff Competition, a few more kicks to the ribs of Ravager and Stiff Competition lift Ravager to his feet, they toss him around a bit and then prepare for a DURTY WAY BOMB --- The Celtic Assassins hit the ring at a run! Stiff Competition drop Ravager and get ready to fight, the two teams begin to go at it. Celtic Assassins get the advantage and send Stiff Competition out of the ring, they jump into the crowd and Celtic Assassins trail less than a few feet behind them. This brawl has spilled into the crowd, look out!

In the ring... Ravager uses the ropes to lift himself to his feet. He watches the brawl going on, then prepares to leave the ring. SUDDENLY.

Lights out.

"Ravager."

Light appears from the video screen. Red light glows through the arena, dimly draping it in eerie amber... On the screen? The craggy, goateed, bald-shave features of one man.

The Plague.

THE PLAGUE: Oh don't worry, Ravager. I don't have anybody coming out to kick your ass. Not tonight. You see Ravager, since I made my return at Anniversary Assault, the rumour mill has been busy. Active. Curious. "Why did Plague return?" is the first question. A question always followed by... "Why did he attack Ravager?"

The crowd is hushed. Ravager looks furious, but retains his cool... He looks wary, expecting the attack to come at any time.

THE PLAGUE: And who wants those answers more than you do, Ravager? Not. One. Person. Your moment of glory, your victory on the one-year anniversary of New Alberta Pro's existence. Your GLORY was taken from you... by me. By the first NAPW Champion. By The Plague. Why did you do that, Plague? What did I do to you? Were you in league with D!? Why after all this time, did you return like that?

Plague pauses, his trademark smirk appearing on his face.

THE PLAGUE: You see, I was forced out of NAPW by the man called D!. But throughout my wars with him, he earned something I don't give lightly. And that's... my... respect. I left NAPW, I left wrestling. I healed a body ravaged by years of non-stop schedule. But I never forgot about NAPW. I never forgot about my "protege," and I kept on top. And what I saw... made me sick to my stomach. For one year, D! feuded with you. Ravager vs D!. D! vs Ravager. And I thought maybe, just maybe, you would be the one to take up my legacy. You would do what I failed to do. Destroy D!. End his career like he ended mine.

Except... the only time you could beat D!, you needed as much help as you could possibly get. You did beat D! for the NAPW Title Ravager, but you couldn't do it... yourself. You came up short, again and again, against D!. Against a bald freak named Rex Caliber. And I grew more and more disgusted. More and more sick to my stomach. Until I realized that it was not you who should take up my legacy, but the man who destroyed my career. It was D!. It was D! who was the real heir to my legacy in this sport! It was D! who took what I brought to Alberta! D! who took the ball and RAN with it! D! who took the credibility I gave this fed and that NAPW Title and made it MORE than I ever dreamed. And all the while, you Ravager, you leeched off of his heat. You stole. From. D!.

And you stole from me. My legacy. My contribution. You stole it. You desecrated the NAPW Title. You're an embarassment to this great sport, an embarassment to New Alberta Pro... and an embarassment to me. And for that, I have returned. To destroy you. To bring to NAPW The Black Death... Two. You, the number one contender. As long as I have breath, you will never hold the NAPW Championship again. And finally... about what I said earlier, about you having nothing to worry about?

Plague smirks.

THE PLAGUE: I LIED.

Behind Ravager, even while The Plague is laughing on the video screen... it's... well... THE PLAGUE IN THE RING! Ravager turns around, but too late! TOE KICK to the already wounded Ravager! Plague double-underhooks the arms... SPINNING SIT-OUT PEDIGREE! That must be... THE BLACK DEATH II! Ravager is laid out, The Plague standing over top of the man with his arms at his sides, soaking in the boos of the NAPW crowd. Plague signals for a microphone and then leans down over the unconscious Ravager...

THE PLAGUE: And next week... I finish what. I. STARTED. YOU AND ME, IN THIS VERY RING... RAVAGER AND THE PLAGUE! And you will learn first hand that there is no quarantine! Vaccination! Or antidote... to THE PLAGUE!

"Down With The Sickness" hits as the lights again go red. Plague soaks in the boos, rapturous, as he stands over the fallen Ravager. Plague vs Ravager next week!

JACK JONES: Anyways, so they banned me from the West Edmonton Mall waterpark for life after that.

BILL HEWSON: Oh God, I've swam in that water... Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a grudge match. A grudge match for a shot at the Provincial Championship. The Moose & The Yellow Chicken have had quite a rivalry in NAPW... and The Yellow Chicken has been on the losing end in every single match he's ever had with The Moose involved.

JACK JONES: It's a law of nature, Hewson. Moose beats Chicken every time. You know, like Bear beats Shark.

BILL HEWSON: Tonight, Yellow Chicken wants to get a chance to regain his Provincial Title... and The Moose wants to once again humiliate Yellow Chicken and claim himself a shot at the gold. This is going to be one helluva match folks, get your TiVo ready.

"All Hell for a Basement" by Big Sugar rumbles out as The Moose makes his way to the ring. The crowd reacts with a chorus of dirty words and boos. The Moose embraces it and steps into the ring calmly, grinning through his regrowing big beard.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the #1 contendership to the Provincial Title! In the ring, hailing from St. Albert, Alberta... THE MOOSE! MMMMMARRRRKKKK MILLLLAAAR!! And his opponent, from Toronto Ontario... the one-time DOUBLE champion in NAPW... THEEEEE YEEELLLLLOOOOWWW CHICKEN!

"The Chicken Song" by AFI blares through the speakers. The crowd goes crazy for the Feathered Fighter. The Yellow Chicken runs down to the ring and enters it on fire; immediately attacks The Moose! The Chicken grapples Moose and throws him against the ropes. Moose comes back full head of steam and the Chicken arm drags him down to the canvas. The Yellow one holds onto the arm and applies an arm bar. Moose puts a leg on the ropes and the referee breaks up the hold. Moose gets up to his feet; The Chicken already has him scouted. Moose tries to pick him up, Chicken goes with it, but jumps behind him and applied a sleeper. Moose leans forward, lifiting the Chicken off his feet. Chicken tries to bring all his weight back but Moose grabs him by the Blond Mohawk and slams him back first into the mat. Moose runs off the ropes and drops a knee, Chicken Moves! Moose feels the pain and Chicken gets up... SHOULDER BREAKER! Big move to the big Moose! The Moose grabs his shoulder in pain and The Chicken gets him back to his feet. The Yellow Man runs off the ropes and rams his knee into the same shoulder. He grabs it in pain; hunching over. DECAPITATION! Chicken ran off the ropes and dropkicks Mark! Moose drops like a rock rolls to the outside to recover and the fans are going nuts. The Yellow Chicken calls for a baseball slide! He runs off the ropes, and dives feet first through the ropes! But the Moose moves and The Yellow Chicken slides right into the concrete below. He grabs his knee in pain. It doesn't look good and the Moose is completely recovered.

The Moose notices the injured leg and he stomps on it. The Yellow Chicken screams out in pain, something is really wrong. Moose grabs the injured leg and drags YC along the ground. He stomps on it again and then picks up the Chicken and puts him by the ring post. He wraps the injured leg around it, and gives him a punch to the skull for good measure. Yellow Chicken drops his torso to the mat, leaving the prone leg; limp. Mark Millar grabs hold of the leg and slams it around the post. The crowd cringes along with the Chicken as he drags himself into the center of the ring to get away from the brutal post. The Moose chuckles to himself, and gives a look that could kill a man towards the injured Poultry Prince and gets into the ring. The Chicken crawls the ropes and starts lifting himself to his feet. He does so, but only to be kicked in the leg once more, dropping to the ground hard. The Moose grabs him by the hair again and pulls him back up to his feet... PUMP HANDLE SLAM! The Moose goes for the quick cover...ONE...TWO... KICK OUT!

The crowd cheers wildly but they are soon shut back up as the Moose picks him back up for a quick snap suplex, following through, back to their feet... Moose puts the KFC King up on his shoulders... RUNS... PLANTING A POWERSLAM! The crowd gasps as Owens body is flinches like a rubber band. Moose plants both hands on the opponents chest for another cover, but only gets two! The Chicken kicks out again! The Moose looks frustrated. He kicks the bottom ropes and grabs hold of the Chicken Man once more. He cuts his throat with his thumb and puts him up... HE GOES FOR THE ROUGHNECK! YELLOW CHICKEN WIGGLES OUT AND PUNCHES THE BACK OF THE MOOSE'S HEAD! MOOSE STUMBLES, TURNS AND GETS A SMACK SQUARE THE JAW! The Chicken limps, punches once more and goes for a quick stunner. The Moose catches it... ROUGH NECK! He gets it this time, this is over! The Chicken lays flat, as the Moose takes a few seconds to get back to his feet. It took something out of him as well. The Moose goes for the cover...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

NO!!! The MARIGOLD MANGLER KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Moose cant believe it! The crowd can't believe it! The Chicken can't fathom it! Millar raises to his feet and shoves the ref. He claims it was a three. The ref pushes him back! The Moose stumbles back in disbelief... WAIT! THE CHICKEN SCHOOL BOYS THE MOOSE! THE REF JUMPS TO COUNT! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! The Yellow Chicken wins!

FRANK WARBURTON: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... THEEEE YYYEEELLLLLOOOOWWW CHICKEN!!

The Moose gets up quickly and snaps! He rifles the Chicken with a right and rolls to the outside. The Moose shoves Warburton aside and grabs is chair. He rolls back into the ring... CRINGE... SLAM! The chair hits the knee of the Chicken! Chicken growls in pain, rolling around on the mat. The Moose opens the chair and slips the injured knee between it. He notions to leg drop the chair!

Suddenly from the back... The Provincial Champion, "Outlaw" Patrick Kidd runs out!

The Moose bounces off of the ropes... Kidd slides in the ring and rams his shoulder into the Moose's gut, taking him down! Kidd starts pounding away as the two roll around on the mat. Kidd gets back to his feet as the Moose rolls to the outside. Kidd calls on The Moose to come back in but the Moose looks back at him with that same death look from before. Kidd is hot, the crowd is Hot, the Chicken is cooked but he got the win!

The Referee and The Outlaw raise the former Provincial champion to his feet. The crowd cheers wildly as the two men help walk him to the back. Chicken has earned a Provincial Title rematch next week against Patrick Kidd... but will Chicken's leg be in any condition for him to wrestle?

Backstage, Joseph Winchell is groaning as he sees Yellow Chicken being helped to the back. Suddenly, he's interrupted by ... THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

AL THOES: We've got a match request for ye!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I'm sure you do. I've really got more important things to do than to listen to you two complain about the lack of sheep in Alberta --- gkk*

Bobby O'Brady has grabbed Winchell by the collar! Al Thoes grins.

AL THOES: I'd be careful what ye say, Winchell. Bobby's been angry for a week now. We dinnae want anything wild... we just want Stiff Competition.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Uk --- you have them! Next week on TNF, fine!

AL THOES: Let 'im go, Bobby. Ay, but we want all THREE of them. The Moose! Hardway! And Dutch in a six-man tag! No surprises from them!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: You want a six-man? Fine, you can have a six-man. Good luck finding a partner!

AL THOES: Oh, we don't need luck. We've already got one by the name of... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS.

Winchell bursts out in crazed laughter.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Kyle? One-half of the tag champions? The tag champions YOU'RE going to wrestle soon for those belts? Are you kidding? Are you INSANE? First of all, he's an (BLEEP)hole! And second of all, even if he doesn't turn on you... after The Dudes are finished with him tonight, you're going to be out a partner! Fine, you can have Kyle... but if he's... "unable to wrestle" next week... then you don't get a back-up!

AL THOES: Fine with us, boyo. Let's go, Bobby.

Winchell massages his throat as the Celts exit his office. Suddenly the door bursts open and a FURIOUS Prince Darko slams his hands on Winchell's desk.

PRINCE DARKO: This is BULL(BLEEP)! The Man In Black got in the Royal Foundation's business again! We're two and oh against those mongrels! Those... Drunks! I demand you address the situation! I'm ROYALTY, don't you know?

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I know, I know! I was SURE KKP was the man in black... never mind. You want the SAD? Fine! Next week, the main event of NAPW Action!... SEXY ADORABLE DRUNKS! THE ROYAL FOUNDATION! And you know what, I'm going to over-ride Deathrow's contractual stipulation. There will be NO Superstar Rules... but for you? For the Royal Foundation? You can wrestle under FOUNDATION rules! NO DQ, no count-out for you... but the SAD get to wrestle under normal rules. NO weapons for them! No "hardcore" garbage! And with both members of SAD in the ring... I have a hunch we'll see NO Man In Black! Is that satisfactory, Highness?

A pearly grin spreads across Darko's handsome face. He nods.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Good! Now... leave my office already, I need some time to think... and an aspirin. Oh, my head...

Darko leaves the office, quite pleased. Winchell again buries his head in his hands. Quite a night for the owner, and it's not over yet, folks.

And we're back from commercial!

JACK JONES: ... no one ATE the money.

BILL HEWSON: Ooookay... and we're back, just in time for the main event!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen... the following match is a NO DISQUALIFICATION match for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

"Low" hits the speakers, and the crowd goes ape! STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS and BRUCE "THE BEAST" RICHARDS emerge from the back, with BILL FLEMING at their back! The Beast has his cane with him, and the trio takes their time down towards the ring.

BILL HEWSON: Bruce Richards is still not a hundred percent, and is risking quite a lot to be in this match.

JACK JONES: And I have to say, Bill Hewson, that it's an increadibly stupid idea! No grudge match is worth permanent injury!

BILL HEWSON: I think it speaks volumes about the tenacity, the HEART of The New and... OH MY GOD THE DUDES!

The crowd boos as MIKE JOHNSTON and CAMERON SCOTT rush D-X from behind, and begin raining fists down of the Tag Team Champions! COACH GORDON JAGO lags behind, laughing, carrying the NAPW Tag Team Belts over both shoulders.

Frank Warburton vacates the ring, but the four men aren't making their way to the ring yet! Mike throws Stylin' Kyle hard into the ringsteps, and gives him a solid kick. Cam tries to whip Bruce into the guardrail, but Bruce manages to reverse it, and Cam slams into the railing hard! He clutches his belly, grimacing, and gets CANED in the back!

JACK JONES: And that's perfectly legal in this match, Hewson! No DQ! I think we're going to see a BLOODBATH tonight!

Mike still has Kyle down at one of the corners, stomping on him. Bruce, meanwhile rolls Cam into the ring, and slides in after him. THE BELL RINGS! The match is now officially underway! The Beast throws his cane to Fleming at ringside, then stoops down and pulls up Scott. A STIFF right punch! And another! Scott spits into the air, spins, and tumbles onto The Beast's waiting shoulders! He grimaces, then HOISTS up Cam into a HUMAN TORTURE RACK!

BILL HEWSON: What strength! But how long can Richards hold the 200+ pound Cameron Scott on a bum knee?

Cam is desperately trying to reach the ropes, but there's no need... Mike Johnston is alerted by Coach Jago's shill whistling, flies into the ring, dives low and CUTS Bruce's legs out from under him! Cam falls on top! It's a pin! ONE! Only one. Bruce clutches at his leg and HOWLS, then desperately flails to his corner!

JACK JONES: I told you Hewson! He's in NO SHAPE to be out here tonight!

Thank God, Stylin' Kyle Roberts is back to his corner in time. He makes the tag to Bruce and climbs into the ring, while Mike vacates to the Dudes' corner. Kyle squares off against Cam and the crowd gets loud! THIS is the grudge match, right here! For a moment, the two just glare at one another, then they collide in the center of the ring, trying to out grapple each other! They struggle for a moment, with Kyle seemingly getting the upper hand... then break. Cam frowns and Kyle smirks, then the two men come together again. This time is looks like Cam has the upper hand... but AGAIN the break! Kyle grins and taps his head.

BILL HEWSON: He's smarter than you!

Cam looks, if anything, to be getting a little frustrated. He CHARGES Kyle... only to be caught in a DROP TOE HOLD! Kyle rolls through... he's applying THE BEAR TAMER! The crowd is going wild... but Cam flails his way to the ropes! Rope break! NO DQ! Kyle laughs and CRANKS BACK ON THE HOLD, refusing to let go! DROPKICK! RIGHT TO THE FACE! Mike Johnston gives Kyle another stomp for good measure before Head Referee Dick Kiebiech waves him back to his corner, trying to maintain some semblance of order... but the damage is done! Cam drops an elbow, right on Kyle's heart, then pins! One! Still only one! Kyle kicks out. Cam takes Kyle by the hair and begins pulling him up... RABBIT PUNCH! Cam doubles over, and Kyle NAILS a SNAP SUPLEX! He glares down at Cam, then hits the ropes for the LIONSAULT... but COACH JAGO PULLS THE ROPES AWAY! Stylin' Kyle CRASHES AND BURNS, howling in rage at the Coach... and gets BOOTED in the HEAD by a recovered Scott! Cam Scott pulls Kyle to his feet, and drives him into the Dudes' corner. He gives him a stomp to the midsection, then tags in Mike. Cam hip-tosses Kyle to the center of the ring, then picks up Mike... SUPLEX... RIGHT ONTO KYLE! Mike pops up almost instantly... STANDING MOONSAULT! And a pin! One! Two! KICKOUT at two!

JACK JONES: Look at how well choreographed the Dudes are, Bill Hewson! Coach Gordon Jago has whipped these boys into shape, and it shows!

Cam hasn't vacated the ring, instead shouting "Hey, Mopey McCowboy! I knew Kyle had a thing for cheerleaders..." to Bruce. Bruce growls and makes to step into the ring! The crowd cheers... but only for a second, because Kiebiech rushes over to stop him! The crowd's cheers turn to boos as Cam, laughing, hoists up Kyle... SUPER NECK CRICK! Holy Hell! These boys are breaking Stylin' Kyle Roberts to pieces in the ring! Coach Jago applauds merrily from their corner, as Cam FINALLY makes his way to the Dudes' corner, just as Kiebiech turns back to the action. Mike grabs Kyle's legs... 7-10 Split! Kyle howls, clutching at the Stylin' Jewels, and trying desperately to get to his corner to escape the onslaught! He reaches out towards Bruce's outstretched hand... only to pulled away at the last second by Mike Johnston! The crowd boos as Mike leg whips Kyle towards the middle of the ring, then hits the ropes, rebounding for a RUNNING SENTON! He covers up Kyle again, laughing towards a worried Fleming and fuming Beast! One! Two! BIG BOOT! Bruce "The Beast" has had enough! He hobbles on his good leg, and he's getting FIRED UP! The crowd cheers and Mike is flattened in the ring... but Dick Kiebiech gets in Bruce's face and tries to regain control again!

BILL HEWSON: Give him a break! It's No DQ, and he was saving his partner!

JACK JONES: Life isn't fair, Bill Hewson. And after all the crap they've put other people through, it's time D-X learned that lesson the hard way!

Kyle and Mike begin crawling towards their respective corners, but seeing as Kiebiech's back is turned, Cam just loudly claps his hands and charges after Kyle, refusing to let Roberts get away. Mike rolls out of the ring, clutching his head while Cam hammers on Kyle's back! Bruce howls angrily over Kiebiech's shoulder, but is being forced back to his corner! Cameron Scott, pulls up Kyle Roberts, and then slowly grins at the crowd. He hoists up Kyle... for THE EMERALD FUSION! The crowd is on it's FEET booing! Coach Jago rushes over to the time keeper's table and wrests control of a STEEL CHAIR, sliding it into the ring!

BILL HEWSON: NO! NO! DON'T DO IT!

BUT WAIT! Kyle Roberts is struggling in Cam's hold! He's fighting FOR HIS VERY LIFE! Cam and Kyle struggle, but Kyle manages to slip loose... hits the ropes! Flips over Cam --- POLAR-IZER! The crowd goes batty as Kyle slumps in the ring! Clearly that took everything out of him! Coach Jago pounds the ring aprong angrily, and pulls the steel chair from the ring, just as Kiebiech returns to the action again. Kyle Roberts and Cameron Scott both begin crawling... painfully... SLOWLY... towards their corners! The crowd is TOTALLY behind Roberts, SCREAMING for him to make the tag... WILLING him to reach Bruce's outstretched hand!

BILL HEWSON: Cameron Scott tags in Mike Johnston! KYLE TAGS IN TO BRUCE!

AND THE BEAST IS A HOUSE-A-FIRE!

Even on a bad knee, he LEVELS Mike with a picture perfect clothesline, and then FLATTENS Cam with another! Mike springs back up only to be grabbed by the Beast in a PUMP HANDLE! Mike desperately shakes his head "no", but the Beast is FUELED BY RAGE! SLAM! WITH AUTHORITY! Cameron Scott has retaken his feet, and charges blindly at Richards, only to be caught, and whipped into the ropes... he rebounds... INTO A BIG BOOT! The Beast hops a bit after that one, grimacing slightly. Now it's Mike who's back on his feet! But the Beast isn't done with him! Oh, no! Cobra Clutch... BOMB! Mike desperately tries to roll away, but Bruce turns his attention back to Cameron Scott, hoists him up... CHART ATTACK! The crowd goes BAT(BLEEP)! He covers! But Kiebiech is waving his hands no!

BILL HEWSON: No! Mike's the legal man!

JACK JONES: Pay attention to the match damn it!

Bruce glares at the Head Referee, and winces as he retakes his feet. He turns to where Mike should be... MISSILE DROPKICK! The Beast topples like a mighty redwood, and Mike grabs his leg... INDIAN DEATHLOCK! NO! Richards lets out an INHUMAN HOWL!

JACK JONES: HAW! Johnston's going to SNAP HIS LEG OFF!

Bruce claws at his face, at Mike, at the ropes... at EVERYTHING! Kiebiech leans in to ask if he submits, only to have Bruce grab the front of his shirt, and grit his teeth in his face! He REFUSES TO GIVE IN... BUT MY GOD WHAT PAIN HE MUST BE IN! And Kyle's IN THE RING! Stylin' Kyle stomps on Mike, desperately trying to break up the hold! Mike releases the deathlock, but the damage must be done! Bruce rolls out of the ring. Kiebiech tries to regain control, but Kyle SHOVES him aside and pulls Mike to his feet! Kyle HOISTS up the dazed Mike... MOOSE JAW DRIVER! Mike Johnston is planted in the ring!

BILL HEWSON: It looks like Kiebiech has officially lost control of this match!

Bruce is trying to tenderly regain his feet outside the ring with the help of Bill Fleming.. OH HOLY HELL! COACH GORDON JAGO! He BULLSEYES Fleming, right between the eyes with that STEEL CHAIR! Bill goes out like a broken light bulb! The crowd BOOS as Jago produces... A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS! He quickly slaps one end over the wrist of the hand The Beast is using to steady himself, and the other end over the corner turnbuckle, then dances away blowing his whistle shrilly, while Bruce takes an unsteady swing at him!

JACK JONES: This was already a NO DQ match! But now it looks like Stylin' Kyle's ALL ON HIS OWN, Bill Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: What could be going through Coach Jago's mind!? What does he think he's doing!?

Indeed, it seems no one's on the same page! Cam seems to be shouting after the Coach with a similar question, but Coach Jago shoots him an angry glance and points at the ring where Mike and Kyle are still engaged. Mike has pulled himself up on the ropes, but Kyle is ALL OVER HIM! He doubles over Johnston with a toe kick... and sets him up for the EMERALD FUSION!

BILL HEWSON: And history repeats itself!

INDEED IT DOES... N'T! Stylin' Kyle Roberts gets LAYED OUT by a LINEBACKER TACKLE from Cameron Scott! He spills Mike, and topples all the way to the ropes in a HEAP! Mike rolls away from the carnage, clearly in pain, even while COACH JAGO slides into the ring, with not one... BUT TWO steel chairs! Roberts is JUST retaking his feet when Coach Jago comes at him with one of those CHAIRS! BATTERS UP... aaaand HOME RUN! Kyle spits into the air, shouts "SUPERMAN!" and faceplants! He quickly produces ANOTHER set of handcuffs, and begins hancuffing Stylin' Kyle's hands BEHIND HIS BACK!

BILL HEWSON: No! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Kiebiech, get that maniac out of the ring!

And the Head Referee TRIES, but Coach Jago just LAYS HIM OUT TOO! The crowd is ON IT'S FEET, BOOING! A bottle flies into the ring, but the Coach swats it aside, red faced and blowing his whistle! Cameron Scott storms over and shouts at Coach Jago to get out of the ring, but the Coach waves him back, then puts one of those steel chairs AROUND KYLE'S NECK! He hands the other one to Cameron and shouts "Now! Do it! Let's FINISH this BASTARD!"

JACK JONES: I can't watch!

BILL HEWSON: NO! STOP HIM! POLICE!

The crowd's boos have turned to SCREAMS OF FEAR, for Kyle Roberts, who's LIFE is LITERALLY IN DANGER! Bruce "The Beast" Richards flails, SPITTING IN RAGE, trying vainly to break the cuffs that immobilize him! Bill Fleming is just barely moving, slowly coming to... and Cameron Scott slowly lifts the steel chair over a prone and helpless Kyle Roberts, poised to END THE MAN'S CAREER! Kyle's eyes flutter open... there's a flash of TERROR.

SCOTT SWINGS!

CRACK!

AND COACH JAGO GOES DOWN LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS!

There's a moment of confusion, but the crowd POPS HUGE! The Mayor seems to have regained consciousness, and is slowly retaking his feet, while in the ring, Cameron Scott drops the steel chair and shakes his head down at Coach Jago. He stoops down and retrieves a set of keys from the Coach's pocket! He pulls the chair off of Kyle's throat, and then rolls him over and uncuffs his hands. Kyle INSTANTLY flails away from Cam towards the DX corner, while Cam tosses the keys to Mike Johnston at ringside. Mike nods and heads towards the Beast.

And things take another turn!

The Beast LASHES out at Mike, clipping him on the jaw! Mike stumbles away, clutching his face! Meanwhile in the ring, Stylin' Kyle has TACKLED Cam Scott from behind, and is laying into him with punches! The crowd's reaction is MIXED, the fans are relieved The Dudes saved Kyle, but they're confused by what's going on. And that's when Bill Fleming (at great risk to his own safety) latches onto Richards and shouts at him to calm down! Mike tosses Bill the keys to the handcuffs and Fleming RELEASES the Beast, but holds him back before he can charge at Mike Johnston, who wisely flees back into the ring. Fleming slides into the ring after him and shouts at Kyle "Let him up damn it! Let's hear them out!" Kyle seems to come out of a daze, and looks up at Fleming, then down at Cam who raises his hands peaceibly! After a tense second, Roberts lets Scott up.

JACK JONES: Why is no one wrestling! These two teams want to KILL one another!

Mike Johnston. Bruce "the Beast" Richards. Cameron Scott. Stylin' Kyle Roberts. Bill Fleming. COACH GORDON JAGO! He LUNGES at Cameron Scott with one of the STEEL CHAIRS... but Mike Johnston YOINKS it from his hands! Stylin' Kyle catches the Coach... The Beast joins him... OVER THE TOP ROPE DOUBLE HIP TOSS! Coach Gordon Jago is EJECTED from the ring to the CHEERS of the crowd! The New & Improved D-X turn back to the Dudes, who have retrieved the NAPW TAG TEAM TITLE BELTS during the brief ruckus! The Dudes look at each other, then the belts, then PRESENT them to the D-X. Stylin' Kyle and the Beast exchange a look, then take their belts back, and RAISE THEM UP! The crowd CHEERS AGAIN, caught up in the moment! And that's when Bruce Richards extends a hand...

And Cameron Scott accepts it!

BILL HEWSON: I don't think they LIKE one another... but I think that these two teams have finally found RESPECT for one another!

Cam raises Bruce's arm and applauds, and the crowd goes wild! Kyle, a little grudgingly, extends a hand to Mike, and Mike Johnston accepts it, too.

And that's when R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III erupts from the back! The crowd BOOS him as he storms down to the ring, microphone in hand!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! What the HELL!? Is this a PEACE ACCORD!? You Dudes promised me BLOOD! You promised me you'd END THESE TWO JACKASSES CAREERS!

Perhaps unwisely, Winchell climbs into the ring, and marches RIGHT UP to Cameron Scott!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: I let you back into this fed to do a JOB, and that was end the careers of these two losers! Now PICK UP that STEEL CHAIR, and FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!

Cam exchanges a glance with Mike, then Kyle, then Bruce... even with The Mayor. TOE KICK! Winchell doubles over, and Cam hoists him up while Mike goes upstairs... SLACK ATTACK! THE DUDES HAVE LAYED OUT THE OWNER! THE CROWD GOES WILD, and the Dudes give each other an EXPLODING BEE HIGH FIVE! "We're All Dudes" by Less Than Jake hits the sound system, and the Dudes, Michael K. Johnston and Cameron Scott, slide out of the ring. The duo make one last circuit around the ring, glad handing everyone who wants a high five!

BILL HEWSON: It looks like these fans CAN forgive the Dudes! Heck, it looks like DX can forgive them! Or at the very least, realize that The Dudes have been warped by the maniacal Coach Jago... The Dudes at the last saved D-X from career suicide. Thank God.

JACK JONES: No! Don't cheer them! Look what they did to the OWNER! Aw, nuts! Lazy good-for-nothings...

And the last thing we see as TNF goes off the air is The New & Improved D-X, having apparently regained their title belts, watching their long-time rivals the Dudes leave up the ramp - perhaps for the final time - to the cheers of the NAPW fans... Kyle & Bruce exchange glances, Fleming now supporting Beast on one-side as the big man's leg wobbles. After over a year, perhaps it's finally over.

But as the camera focuses on the unconscious Joseph Winchell... NAPW fans realize that when he wakes up, there's going to be hell to pay. Cut between The Dudes and D-X, then... lights down.