NAPW ACTION!11/17/2006
The bell rings and this match is underway. The two men approach each other and go for a collar and elbow tie up when Mashiin lands a boot to the gut of Kurtis. Mashiin snapmares Kurtis to the mat and follows up with a vicious soccer kick that lands squarely between the shoulder blades. Kisei Mashiin mounts Chad and starts to drop hard forearm shots to the face of "The Show" much to the delight of his manager "Notorious" Shayne Williams. Mashiin gets up from the mount position and grabs Kurtis by the hair, pulling him back to his feet. Chad Kurtis spots his opportunity and manages to get under Mashiin. He quickly hoists him up only to drop him to the mat with a modified Samoan drop! "The Show" waits for Mashiin to get back to his feet and greets him with a beautiful standing dropkick. Mashiin staggers back and falls against the ropes as Chad Kurtis hits him with a pair of reverse knife edge chops. Kurtis whips Mashiin off of the ropes to the far side but drops his head a second to early. Mashiin puts on the brakes and lands a kick to the upper body of "The Show" Chad Kurtis! Kurtis stumbles back and Mashiin immediately hooks him and snaps off a bone rattling belly to belly suplex! Mashiin attempts his "Lethal Injection" but Chad manages to land a kick to the side of the head that breaks up the move. Chad nips up, charges Mashiin and gets hammered with an exploder suplex from nowhere! Mashiin goes for a cover! One...Two..."The Show" kicks out! Mashiin pulls Kurtis back to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and nails a lighting quick powerslam! Instead of going of the pin, Mashiin rolls Chad to the edge of the ring and shoves him onto the ring apron. One baseball slide later and "The Show" is landing hard on the floor outside the ring! Mashiin rolls to the outside and waits patiently as Chad Kurtis drags himself to his feet. Mashiin lunges at Kurtis but takes a superkick to the jaw! Kisei Mashiin holds his face both in surprise and pain as Chad Kurtis drives a knee into the ribs of "The Japanese Death Machine." Chad hooks Mashiin and attempts a suplex on the outside but finds it blocked! Again "The Show" tries for the suplex but Mashiin blocks it, only this time Kisei Mashiin reverses the move and suplexes Chad onto the unforgiving arena floor! The referee is counting as Kisei Mashiin peels Chad Kurtis off of the floor. Mashiin stiff kicks Kurtis in the back of the head, then to the back Low-Ki style. Kurtis is hurting. Mashiin now... what's he going to do here? Suplex into the Osaka Cutter --- Kurtis somehow lands behind Mashiin, GERMAN SUPLEX on the outside. Good LORD. Both men are down and out, the referee continues to count. Mashiin begins to slowly get up using the guardrail, Kurtis pulling himself up by the ring apron. On instinct Kurtis rolls back into the ring...Just a fraction of a second before the referee finishes his ten count! The referee calls for the bell and raises the arm of Chad Kurtis as both Kisei Mashiin and "Notorious" Shayne Williams look shocked. The expression on Mashiin's face is one of death. Williams gets between his man and the ring, forcing Mashiin to walk away inbetween yelling at the referee for what he feels is a "bad call." Kurtis shows visible signs of the beating he received, but Mashiin allows his manager to lead him back through the curtain.
"Tonight, a new era is dawning on the NAPW. "The Devastator" has arrived..." Castle pauses to see what kind of reaction the crowd is giving him. "Let me just start off by saying that being in the center of this ring for the first time is an absolute thrill. You guys have no idea how long it's been since I've felt this alive. I know for all you fans out there, it's been a couple weeks coming to witness my arrival, but for me it's been five years in the making. Now that the time has come, I want to be sure that I take full advantage of it. So tonight I am going..." Castle stops speaking mid-sentence and slowly turns his head around and sees Chad Kurtis standing in the corner. Castle looks as if he is just now acknowledging the presence of Chad Kurtis. "The Show" looks irritated that Kurt Castle is in the ring. "Well well, if it isn't "The Show" himself Chad Kurtis. How are you buddy?" Man what a night for you Chad, you make your big Action debut and come out with a big... count-out win. You must be real proud of yourself huh? Start out your NAPW career with such a definitive win." Castle jerks his head towards the curtain which Kisei Mashiin just recently departed through. "What did you refer to him as again Chad? Was it the Japanese prostitute or something like that?" Castle laughs to himself. "That's the funny thing about people like you Chad, you'll sit behind that camera for a week and make up names about your opponents walkabout how little talent they have, and how they have don't stand a chance against you. Come tomorrow morning though, you'll be the first one parading the propaganda about how great of an accomplishment it was." "I'll give you one thing Chad, you definitely are cocky, and a little too much too for what you have to back it up with. You see, I can't stand people like you, and I sure as hell already don't like you. You know, before you even stepped into this ring for the first time, you're off with a bunch of washed out athletes on some FOX sports broadcast, telling anyone who will listen how great you are..." Castle shakes his head and begins to walk around the ring. As he continues, he is again speaking to the fans. "And what kind of respect did that earns you with the people whose opinions matter the most? The wrestlers, promoters and fans of this business? ABSOLUTLE NOTHING! Around here respect is earned inside this ring. Not on some plush chairs wearing make up hyping yourself up. And how do you earn respect inside of this ring? With hard work, dedication, and an undying love for this business..... Like I do. That's what took me to the top once in life, and I promise you that's what will take me to the promised land here. " Castle again focuses his attention to Chad Kurtis who is has approached the center of the ring himself. "Chad, I know you like to think you talk a big game, and that's all and well with me. But what I'm here to say is that unlike you, I am a man of ACTION. If you think that you are going to rise to the top of this company by getting count-out wins against the REAL talent in New Alberta Pro, it isn't going to happen. If you think you are ready to step up to some real competition, than next week, right here on Action, look no further than the 6 foot 7 inch machine you have starring you in the eyes." Castle takes both of his fists and pound on his chest twice. He then walks right up to Chad Kurtis and nudges him on the shoulder as he asks his next question. "What's that line you always use whenever you pick this microphone up? Something along the lines of "I'm Chad Kur..." Chad Kurtis, sick of this man's ego, grabs the microphone out of Castle's hands to a decent crowd pop. "My name is Chad Kurtis and I approved this interview!" Castle, momentarily surprised, grabs the mic back and backs away from Kurtis so he can't take the mic back. Castle regains his sarcastic composure quickly. "Oh yeah, that's right... Really catchy too! Well I got one for you too buddy." "MY NAME IS KURT CASTLE!" Castle pauses briefly. "And I approved this ASS WHIPPING!" Oh my gosh! Kurt Castle just threw a big right hand into the side of Chad Kurtis' face! The crowd is booing this man now, who is he to come attack a man who just wrestled a brutal match against the stiff Kisei Mashiin? Kurtis fights back, but Castle drives a knee into the man's gut. What's this? Holy crow! Huge show of strength by Kurt Castle, military pressing Chad Kurtis above his head... before dropping him forward into a TOMBSTONE piledriver! Good God, it's Total Devastation! Castle boots Castle out of the ring. He stands alone, extending his hands out to the crowd. Who does this guy think he is?
The tag team match is about to get underway. The Midnight Cowboys taking on the legendary Calgary Connection. Stone Zellor starts out versus the the bigger member of the Connection: Dave Bennett. "The Hatchet." Stone tries to use his quickness to his advantage. He runs around the big man, pimp slapping him in the back of the head! Zellor tries to run away and come back to do it again. This time he gets caught! Hatchet throws Stone into the Cal-Con corner, and splashes the one-hundred and seventy pounder. Dave tags in "The Fixer." Stu hits a quick russian leg sweep. Clint is biting at the bit to get in. Stu gets behind Stone, and GERMAN SUPLEX... WAIT! Stone lands on his feet. Stu's up, he tries to hit clothesline, and it's ducked. Stone rolls to his corner and hot tag to CLINT. Clint is a house-o-far! Flying shouldertackle on Stu, Dave comes in and meets running boot. Dave falls into the ropes. Clint sends him into the other ropes, off the rebound Dave receives an awesome Samoan Drop. Stu is back up as Dave rolls around the ring. Stu is sizing up Clint. STONE FROM THE TOP ROPE... MISSILE DROP KICK ON STU. Clint picks Stu up. Spinebuster? Stone from the second rope. IT'S THE STATEN SPECIAL! Spine buster/blockbuster combo connects! One, Two, Three! Clint pins Stu and the MIDNIGHT COWBOYS RIDE INTO THE NAPW WITH WIN.
Two men in the ring at a time, tag rules. First pinfall or submission ends the match. Two debuting NAPW wrestlers looking to make an impact. The two NAPW "veterans" (by a matter of weeks) start things off. Dio Muerte ties up with Chris Kamikaze. The cruiserweights trade reversals, Muerte tries a back suplex, Kamikaze flips out and lands on his feet. Wait, his eyes cross, he's lost his balance --- and that saves him as Muerte's shuffle sidekick catches air. Muerte stumbles, Kamikaze collects himself enough to roll Muerte up for two. Both men up - Muerte nails the Shuffle Side Kick this time. Kamikaze goes down near Legion's corner. The big man tags in. Six-seven, two-hundred and ninety-five pounds... and he ain't even the BIGGEST man in the match. Muerte knows he has to use his quickness, the masked man rushes, only to be caught with a big tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Legion still holding the man, carries him to the center of the ring... and once again hits a backbreaker. Muerte's hurt, there's a cover, kick out. Legion easily hauls Muerte up, irish whip, Matthew Kurtis slaps him on the shoulder at the rebound! Muerte dives between Legion's legs... and here comes "The Angry American" Matthew Kurtis with one helluva Yakuza Kick to the face of Legion! Kurtis is six-eleven, three-hundred fifteen pounds, that's some impact. Legion back to his feet, the two huge men squaring off. They're both brawlers, here they go! Unloading on one another! The former GI vs the former "Kentucky Wildcat!" No quarter given, none asked. Legion resorts to raking the eyes to gain an advantage - crowd boos him for that. Legion throws Kurtis into the corner and uses his boot to choke. Breaks at the five count, then hits another irish whip to the opposite corner HOLY HELL! Kurtis EXPLODES out of the corner with a clothesline that surely must be from Hades! Legion goes down, Kurtis with a cover for TWO. Power out by Legion. Kurtis throws a few right hands, then attempts to put Legion up for the Bluegrass Bomb. He can't possibly lift the man --- we'll never know, as Legion reverses with a double leg take down, stepping through into a Boston Crab... Then quickly, Samoa Joe style, he transitions to the shoulder area and locks in a Crippler Crossface. Matt Kurtis could tap out right here to Legion's crossface! Kurtis looking for the ropes, he's got almost seven feet to stretch across the ring with. He's almost there... almost... Kurtis may have made the ropes, but he's saved by an incoming Dio Muerte who dives at Legion. Muerte knows it's FIRST pinfall or submission. Muerte stomping on Legion repeatedly... then he turns to stomp on Matthew Kurtis! Muerte pauses to taunt the crowd. That was a mistake! He turns around and gets a huge running clothesline from Legion, sending him alllll the way to the outside. Muerte splats on the concrete. Legion picks up Kurtis again, sending him to the ropes. Spinebuster connects! Legion gets to his feet, he's ready to end Kurtis KAMIKAZE! Kamikaze is in the ring to make the save, and he's CHOPPING away! A flurry! And... well, Legion isn't even fazed. Legion just cold-cocks Kamikaze, knocking him down. He turns his attention back to Kurtis... and gets nailed with a spinning side slam! Kurtis covers for one, two, dropkick to the face! Amazingly, Kamikaze CONNECTS with a move. Kamikaze gets a rebound, then baseball slides Kurtis in the face again, this time sending the man to the outside! Legion is still down - could Kamikaze pull it off? He's going up top... this is risky, Chris! Don't do it! Think about your inner-ear imbalance! HE FLIES --- TYPE 99 CONNECTS. Unbelievable! Chris Kamikaze looks as shocked as the crowd, he's on his feet celebrating when he should be pinning a man WHAT THE HELL! Somebody just jumped from the crowd with a Kendo stick RIGHT TO KAMIKAZE! That's Chris Rushmore! Rushmore whacks Kamikaze again, then... hits the HEADRUSH! The diamond cutter rocks Kamikaze's world. He rolls out of the ring, Chris Rushmore following. Oh no, he's going to town with the kendo stick on Chris Kamikaze! Meanwhile in the ring, Matthew Kurtis has rolled back in. He picks Legion up, irish whip --- wait a minute! Dio Muerte pulls the top rope down, Legion spills to the outside! Dio Muerte leaps to the ring apron, wait a minute! He's got his BAT in his hand! Kurtis rushes, WHAM. The referee was distracted, trying to get Chris Rushmore off of Kamikaze. Kurtis is a big man, but he just took a solid shot from a ball bat to the top of the head. Muerte tosses his bat away, then heads to the top. FROG SPLASH! He covers, the ref chooses NOW to focus back on the match. Muerte gets a three count thanks to a shot from his ball bat! In the aftermath, Muerte sneaks out of the ring and celebrates his win in the aisle. Legion is pissed off... Matt Kurtis holding his forehead. Rushmore has taken off, but not before he's left Chris Kamikaze a kendo stick whupped mess.
"Ladies and Gents... before the next match... I am here to say a few words. Let me introduce myself to all you NAPW fans. I am Kevin Kodiak... " He says, turning around to all sides of the ring. "The ink on my contract is just drying as we speak. Earlier today I finalized my deal to come to NAPW. Thats right... now there is a true lumberjack amongst the stars of NAPW..." Kodiak pauses. He goes on. "For the past three and a half years I have been in small arenas and some of the biggest. From Osaka, Japan to Munich, Germany ... to Tampa, Florida... to San Diego, California ... I been in them all. About a week ago my phone rings. 'Kevin, how would you like to come home? Well, almost.' " "I think for a minute ... and say 'Sure, why not.' It was the commish of NAPW, offering me one of the last spots on the roster. I pack my bags, catch the next flight and here I am, standing in my home country of Canada. The place I love to wrestle... the place I learned to wrestle...and now. Next friday, November Twenty-Fourth again I get the chance to wrestle in, of all places, Regina Saskatchewan. Who I wrestle, I don't care. Anyone from the back, whoever, I don't care if it is the first bout...or the fifth bout on the card... I just want to show you fans why that phone call was made...and why i said yes..." Kevin Kodiak makes to leave, but stops. He's got one last thing to say. "Oh yeah... there is also another reason I came home. One that I am sure you will find out in the coming weeks. But for now? Just let me get in the ring here in NAPW!" Kodiak hands the mic back to the ring announcer. He exits the ring, leaving the way he came - through the crowd.
We slowly dissolve to images of the following NAPW wrestlers. Simply Beautiful, Dextro, David Banks & North T. Gunderson. Superimposed over the wrestlers the following statement appears onscreen. "Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be." Both the wrestlers & the statement fade from the screen, only to be replaced by an image of the Kiniski Cup. This image fades into that of an empty ring. We pull back and see that the ring is sitting in the middle of an empty arena. The following statement appears onscreen. "To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe." We fade to black. The numbers 11/17/06 appear onscreen for a brief instant before the screen goes dark.
Carter & Technique shake hands, then get on. Technique gets off a quick dropkick, one count. He rushes Dez, only to get arm-dragged down. Technique pops back up, another arm-drag. Carter's been watching his Ricky Steamboat tapes. Technique hits the ropes, ducks a lariat, comes back, sunset flip! One, two --- Carter pops Technique over, one, two --- Technique gets out, Dez kips up and just crushes technique with a palm strike to the bridge of the nose. Several more to the chest follow up, and then it's a TIGER DRIVER... into the Stretch Plumb! Technique has got to tap out here, he's in serious pain, but he's just close enough to the ropes to use his first rope break. Carter releases and gives Technique a chance to get back up. Tie-up, Technique ducks below and hits a neckbreaker. To the top rope! Technique going for the Frog Splash? He does, but Dez Carter gets up and dropkicks the flying Technique in the mid-section! Ye gods. Carter hauls Technique up and onto his shoulders for THE OVERDRIVE. Hooks the leg, that's all she wrote as Carter scores an easy three-count on Technique. The referee raises Carter's hand --- wait a minute! David Banks & Henry Andrews have jumped Dez Carter from behind! They're stomping away, no doubt trying to eliminate one of their opponents on Tuesday Night Fights. Andrews grabs two chairs, tossing one to the "Chairman" of NAPW... Conchairto? Hell no, here comes North T. Gunderson! North has a chair of his own. Banks & Andrews decide discretion is the better part of valor and dump out of the ring, North's chair swing hitting the top ropes. Gunderson gives Dez a helping hand up. Asuka joins them in the ring, chattering excitedly. North & Dez vs Banks & Andrews, Tuesday Night Fights! Don't miss it.
Bruno and James circle each other in the ring, sizing one another up. Here comes the BOOM! Bruno with a monster lariat, flips James in the air! Jeff quickly bounces up off the mat, but gets blasted with a shoulder tackle. Bruno picks him up by his head but James sneaks in a forearm to the midsection, then fires off two more in Bruno's mush! James feeds the leg...ENZIGU-NO! Bruno ducks, and hangs onto James' leg! Flips him over! What power! James begs off a bit, and gets to his feet in the corner! Bruno rushes, and EATS POST when James evades by jumping up top! Sunset Flip! Here we go! ONE! Bruno kicks out! James bounces off the second rope, turns, and lands a leg drop! James again goes for a submission, and like it did at Anniversary Assault, it backfires! Bruno with a BIG right hand to James' temple, that disoriented him! Bruno to his feet, James with the tumbling watusi in the middle of the ring, helpless! Bruno off the ropes! Flying shoulder tackle, sends James to the outside. The crowd is into it, cheering on the big man! He looks around...what the hell is he thinking? Bruno off the ropes, James is getting to his feet outsiOH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY ONE POUND BRUNO WITH A PESCADO, HOLY HELL! The crowd ERUPTS, and both men are down and out! Bruno slammed his head on the barricade, I think he'll leave those to Bruce Richards from now on. The refs count hits eight, and Bruno finally gets up and slides James in, and follows suit. Elbow to the spine of James! He picks him up in a rear waistlock - back elbow from the TV Champ! Double switch. James spins and leg sweeps Bruno! Standing moonsault connects, knees into Bruno's chest. James stays on the offensive and axe handles Bruno as he gets up, and hits a swinging neckbreaker! To the corner - SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT gets TWO. Bruno barely got his shoulder up. Bruno is back to his feet, James with a clothesline, Bruno stumbles! James follows with a second leg sweep! Bruno jumps over it - James with a nip-up, met with a knee smash and a SICK Overhead Belly-to-Belly! James flies across the ring! Bruno crawls over and puts James in an excuciating ground Bearhug. It's the Baby Back Rack! He SQUEEZES, and James cries out in agony! He squirms around like an eel, but can't escape the big man's iron grip! Bruno picks him up! BELLY TO BELLY, and Bruno holds on to the Bearhug! James is fading, referee Morgan Smythe checks his arm. Raises it...it falls Once! ....Twice! ....NOT three times! Because he managed to gouge Bruno's eyes! Bruno clutches at his eye, and releases the hold. James drags himself up, and lies in wait of a rising Bruno...crossbody! Bruno gets up again, this time met with a springboard moonsault! James is on fire, and he's measuring up Bruno for a third high-impact move in a row! Bruno's up; James jumps waaay up for a hurracanrana - BRUNO CATCHES HIM. Sit-out POWERBOMB! My God, the arena shook, and the crowd gaps in unison! Cover from Bruno! ONE...TWO...NEW CH-NO! NO! James kicks out! Bruno looks stunned, he picks James up and whips him to the corner. James slams into the turnbuckles - Bruno looks for an Avalanche, but James dodges out of the way! As Bruno stumbles out of the corner, James goes off the ropes and goes for a bulldog. Bruno has none of it, whips him to the ropes, SPINE-BUSTAHHH! James got squashed! Cover, this HAS to be it! ONE! TWO! NO WAY! James kicks again. Literally. Big kick from a prone position to Bruno's head after the kick out, moving him back! James with another nip-up, where does he get the energy? Split by James, he fires up a shot to the gut and executes a Drop Toehold! Round of applause from the crowd! James gets to his feet, and hits a flip over leg drop to the back of Bruno's neck! Bruno still manages to get to his feet, but gets a spinning heel kick for his effort! Bruno is busted open! James sees the blood and decides it's time to end it! He climbs up to the top rope! SHOOTING! STAR! LEG DROP! AND A COVER! ONE! TWO! .....THRE-NO! Bruno kicked out! Bruno kicked out and the fans are going nuts in Lethbridge, Alberta! James can't believe it! Bruno is back up to his knees, HOW IS HE DOING IT? James gets behind him, and nails him with a front Russian leg sweep! Another pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! MY GOD HE KICKED OUT AGAIN! James looks horrified, he can't keep the big man down! He goes outside, and gets a chair! No, not like this Jeff! Jeff gets in the ring, ready to lose on purpose and save his belt! Smythe is screaming at him "NO! NO!" but James shrugs her off. James raises the chair, Bruno is on his knees, dazed and defenseless...and the crowd is BOOING LIKE CRAZY! Someone towards the middle is chanting "DO IT CLEAN! DO IT CLEAN!", and soon the whole crowd is on it's feet, begging for James not to cheat and finish this classic TV title match fairly. And, in a Roddy Piper like moment, he DROPS the chair and kicks it out of the ring. He moves to pick up Bruno, but the former Jet with a punch to the gut! Another! The crowd is going nuts, this is insane! Bruno with a haymaker to the head, and James bounces back and gets caught in the ropes! He's been cut open as well now, and it's a GUSHER! Bruno charges, but James gets his feet up, and nails the bloodied Bruno right in the forehead with his boots! James yanks his arms free, and meets Bruno as he gets up! Bruno with a standing lariat - DUCKED! James slides around! AND THE JAMES EFFECT FINALLY KEEPS BRUNO DOWN! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE! Jeff James retains the title after a hellacious match! What an Action main event, Smythe walks over to the timekeeper and gets the belt. She hands it to James, who takes it in his arms, he's still on dream street. Somehow, Bruno gets up first, he's bleeding pretty badly. He picks James up, and extends his hand to the Television Champion...James hesitates, but then accepts. James music stops, replaced by Bruno who walks out to a standing ovation. He gets to the entrance and WHOA! CHAIR SHOT TAKES BRUNO OUT! It's Legion! What the hell, this is how he re-pays Bruno for friendly advice? Legion laughs like a maniac, and comes down on Bruno with another chair shot to the back! The crowd is booing heavily, and James is just staying in the ring, glad it's not him!
Legion traps Bruno in the Legionnaire lock, the camera zooms in on Bruno face, he's bloody and unconscious! Legion just keeps laughing as Action! goes off the air!
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