TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.

11/21/2006

Fade in.

Tuesday Night Fights is on the air, and wasting no time. "Cocky" by Kid Rock blares out through the loud speaker as "The Show" Chad Kurtis and "Bad Boy" Brian Bruno make their way out to the ring together.

FRANK WARBURTON: IN THE RING WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FIVE-HUNDRED AND ONE POUNDS... the team of THE SHOW CHAD KURRRRTTTIIIISSS AND BAD BOY BRIIIAAAAN BRUUUUNNOOO!

The crowd gives a good reaction to both men, and then "Releasing The Demons" by Godsmack plays. Legion and the debuting "The Devastator" Kurt Castle make their way to the ring, Castle looking over the crowd as he goes with contempt and arrogance.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! At a total combined weight of FIVE HUNRED and NINETY-THREE POUNDS... LEEEEGGGIIIOOOON AND "THE DEVASTATOR" KURT CAAAASSSTTLLLEEE!

Kurtis and Legion start the match off circling each other before they lock up in the center of the ring. Castle is already asking for the tag before anything happens. Legion wraps his arm around the head of Kurtis but Kurtis pushes him off and the 6'7", 295 pounder springs off the ropes. Kurtis goes for a block but the big man simply hits him and he falls to the ground. Legion runs off the ropes again. Kurtis gets up but quickly lays on his stomach as Legion goes over top. Kurtis gets up quickly, catching Legion with an arm drag take down. Kurtis goes on the offensive immediatly and starts kicking away at Legion. Castle steps into the ring and grabs Kurtis by the head and slams him down from behind. His head bounces off mat as the ref send Castles packing to the ring apron. Bruno steps in the ring to take on the big man just as the ref ejects him back to his spot. Legion is back up and makes the tag to Castle. He steps over the top ropes and grabs Kurtis by the hair. He rips him to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He throws a few rights and lefts before tossing him like a rag doll half way across the ring. Brian Bruno reaches his hand out for his partner but Castle kickly runs at him and knocks him off the ring apron. The ref warns Castle, but he pays no mind to it as he lifts up Kurtis and throws him into the ropes. Kurtis springs back but gets flipped back first for his troubles. Caslte picks him up again and calls for the Belly to belly. He tosses Kurtis but unfortunatly he lands right into his corner. Bruno extend the hand and tgs himself in. Bruno comes in on fire and levels Kurtis with a jumping forearm shot. The big man stumbles and bit and gets bulldogged to the ground from a stampeding Brian Bruno!

Kurtis is recovered fully on the outside. Legion looks itching to get back into the ring. Bruno sends Castle for the ride, he comes back --- HUGE SPINEBUSTER SLAM! The crowd applauds as the six-five Bruno gets back to his feet. He lets Castle get to his feet, Castle tags in the fresh Legion. Legion rushes in but gets clothesline for his troubles. Castle is tagged back in. Bruno lifts up Legion, Castle runs off the ropes - HART ATTACK! Kurtis gets back into the ring and runs over Castle. Bruno picks up Legion and DDT's him into the canvas. Kurtis kicks Castle but Castle stands like a stone wall, catching the foot and kicks Kurtis in the knee. Kurtis falls to the ground and Castle lays an elbow into the stomach. The ref tries to clear things up but to no avail. Castle and Bruno grab hold of Legion and double suplex him. Kurtis gets back up like a man possessed. He kicks Bruno and Pump Handle slams him down like a sack of bricks. Castle punches Kurtis in the side of the mush and the two exchange a series of lefts and rights. Legion is back up and picks up Kurtis for a huge backbreaker. Both Kurtis and Bruno are groggy but getting back to their feet. Kurtis goes for a backbreaker of his own on Legion but leaves him draped over his knee. Bruno goes to the top rope and legdrops Legion off of the knee!

The ref finally has ahold of Castle and gets him out of the ring. Kurtis gets back to his feet and kicks, FACE BUSTER on Legion! Kurtis gets pushed out of the ring and both legal men are down. The ref starts a ten count but they both get up at six or seven. Castle looks frustrated on the outside. Legion tags him in, with Bruno coming in at the same time as well. Castle goes for another big clotheslines. Bruno ducks it, bounces off the ropes and football tackles him to the ground. Castle rolls himself out of the ring and throws his arms up in the air. He walks completely out of the match as Legion looks on screaming "Where the hell are you going!?". Legion steps in the ring, as the show must go on. Bruno grabs him right away and throws him into the corner. He runs in and squashes him. Legion hits the mat and tags in Kurtis. Bruno holds up Legion as Kurtis delivers a kick to the side. Kurtis throws him off the ropes, Legion comes back and recieves a SUPERKICK to the mouth. He drops and gets covered... one...two... NO! Legion kicks out. Kurtis gets back to his feet, Legion is groggy but LOW BLOW! Kurtis falls to the mat and Legion gets back up. He wipes away the cobwebs and jumps on his back applying a camel clutch in the center of the ring. Kurtis extends an arm to Bruno but he's too far. Legion lets go of the hold. Legion runs off the ropes and drops a knee onto the back of Kurtis. Legion punches Bruno, taunting him to get into the ring. The ref stops him mid way. Legion turns around and is GORED by Kurtis! Kurtis starts hammering away on the fallen Legion! He tags in Bruno. Bruno comes in. Legion gets up. The crowd wants it... BRUNO BOMBER! He goes for the cover and gets the three-count.

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners... CHAD KURTIS AND BRIAN BRUNO!

BILL HEWSON: A big win here for Brian Bruno and Chad Kurtis, but what's the story with Kurt Castle abandoning his partner --- wait a minute, speak of the devil! Castle just Pearl Harbored Bruno & Kurtis!

Castle beales Bruno out of the ring, then turns his attention to Chad Kurtis. He hoists the man up in an impressive display of strength, pressing him three times... then dumps the man down into the TombStone Piledriver. Total Devastation. Once again, two shows in a row, Chad Kurtis has been left laying by Kurt Castle... and wait a minute, Legion is now up, He whirls Castle around, asking him what the hell the idea is, leaving him in the ring like that. Castle responds with some heat "Well, I thought you were somebody, but you were clearly a LOSER. And I don't team with LOSERS --- *" BOOM. Legion rocks Castle with a right hand! Another one! And then a clothesline sends Castle over the top rope! A few cheers for that, although the crowd isn't exactly full of Legion fans. Legion roars his victory... but fails to notice Kurt Castle coming back into the ring with a steel chair.

CRANNNG

Legion goes down courtesy of a devastating chairshot to the back by The Devastator. Kurt Castle slams the chair down onto Legion, then looks around surveying his handiwork.

Let the crowd boo. He likes what he sees.

STONE COLD CRAZY hits and the fans get up and cheer! Because it's SB, and it's BIKINI CONTEST time! Simply Beautiful comes out, Suzanna in tow (making her NAPW in-ring debut, looking drop-dead gorgeous). SB slaps five with some fans and makes his way to the ring. Once inside, he gets the mike from Warburton and it's time to get the show on the road!

SB: REGINA! (BIG pop) You ready for some BIKINI action? (another monstrous pop) Well, we have three lovely Edmonton ladies on their way to the ring now, ready to give you the show of a lifetime!

BuckCherry's "Crazy Bitch" hits the speakers and out come the contestants! Stacy, Mickie, and Regina (odd coincidence) all strut their stuff down to the ring, wearing robes.

SB: First, let me introduce to you: STACY!

Stacy is a fabulous looking blond, with a picture-perfect body, as are the other two, save for the redheaded Regina. Stacy bows to the crowd, and suddenly, the lights go down and a spotlight hits her. She whips off the robe and...

Oh. My. God.

SB: (panting) Well, that got the blood flowin' huh? OK honey, you do the next one, I'm gonna get a glass of water.

SUZANNA: OK next up is MICKIE!

Lights down, and the spotlight shines on Mickie now, a full bodied, tan-skinned beauty!

She disrobes, and proceeds to give the sexiest lap dance ever recorded to...Stacy? GOOD GRIEF! The crowd is going BANANA!

SB: OK OK, I have to keep this PG-13! Now, please welcome our last contestant while I go over here and think about baseball so I don't embarrass myself on TV! Give it up for Regina!

The lights go out, and now they shine on Regina!

Regina, the flaming redhead goddess she is, rips off her robe and tosses it into the crowd. She performs a very sexual, very seductive dance, ala Torrie Wilson, and caps it off with the classic bend over the top rope, high heels up in the air!

SB: OK, that was...pretty amazing. Now, it's time for us to determine a winner, and the crowd is gonna help us out!

SB: Do you want...Stacy? (moderate pop)....Mickie? (huge pop)....or do you want Regina? (DEAFENING pop, and SB smiles)

SB: I think we have our winner, and it's Reg-

A man's voice echoes over the sound system. It's smooth and relaxing.

VOICE: What happens in Vegas...Stays in Vegas!

With that "Smooth" by Rob Thomas & Santana pulsate throughout the arena. Simply Beautiful (and his lovely ladies) all turn their attention to the entrance way only to see...Chris Casino & his manager Raul Havok emerge from the back!

The crowd sits in stunned silence as Casino and Havok make their way to the ring, a handful of fans try and taunt the former NAPW Heavyweight Champion with a "You Suck!" chant.

Raul climbs up onto the ring apron and holds open the ropes for his client. Casino steps into the ring and looks like a million bucks with his dark Armani suit. He's also sporting a new shorter haircut. Gone is the once familiar ponytail. Now his blonde hair is cut close to the scalp. Casino is handed a microphone by Raul Havok and smirks at Simply Beautiful.

CHRIS CASINO: Sorry. Did I interrupt something?

Before Simply Beautiful can answer Casino holds up a hand.

CHRIS CASINO: Don't even waste your time with an answer. Look at you. Look at what you're doing. You're holding a damn bikini contest....

Cheap pop for the sexy ladies.

CHRIS CASINO: ...In the middle of a wrestling show. You, of all people should know about wrestling. Hell you're this promotion's Pure Honor champion am I right?

Again Simply Beautiful starts to say something but Casino cuts him off. Sensing something bad coming their way, the scantily clad women slip out of the ring.

CHRIS CASINO: What you're doing here tonight, that's not wrestling. There isn't any honor in this. This is just some cheap ploy to get over with the crowd. You, my friend, are an idiot.

SB: Now just a minute! What are you even doing here you has been? Didn't I see Static whip your tail at the Anniversary Assault PPV?

The crowd pops and Casino simply smirks at them. Raul looks frustrated as a small but vocal "Static" chat breaks out.

CHRIS CASINO: Why am I here? I'm here to bring back the honor, pride and pure wrestling that this company is lacking. At noon this morning I signed a one year deal with NAPW. I signed that contract for one simple reason. I signed it...To show you and every other moron in the back what a true wrestler is! Sure, I lost to Static but he had to use a screwdriver to beat me. A screwdriver he most likely stole from whatever hardware store he's currently working at. You see, once that match started he knew in his heart that he couldn't outwrestle me so he resorted to cheap garbage wrestler tactics. Something that's almost as bad as holding a bikini contest....In Canada.

A huge wave of boos wash of an uncaring Chris Casino.

SB: You know what? You said you want a piece of Simply Beautiful? Then I say let's do this! Right here! Right now!

The crowd goes crazy as it looks like Simply Beautiful and Chris Casino are about to knock heads. Only...Casino stays where he's at. Standing a few feet away from the eager Pure Honor Champion.

CHRIS CASINO: Easy tiger. I didn't come to fight. Just to warn you. I'm back on the scene. I'm back to save this Pure Honor Division from no talent scum bags like you. Sure you've looked good in your recent title defenses but who have you beaten? A bunch of nobodies, that's who. Consider this little interruption a throwing down of the gauntlet. I'm here to take that Pure Honor Title and make it mean something. For once. I plan on doing something you could never hope to do...Make people give a damn about pure wrestling. So you do your little shows and play to the fans, just remember this...I'll see you soon.

Casino backs up and climbs out of the ring. Both Casino & Havok walk slowly to the back leaving Simply Beautiful alone to ponder the future.

JACK JONES: ...and that was the last time I ever ate refried beans.

BILL HEWSON: You disgust me. Tonight is a huge show, the NAPW title on the line in a submission match in our main event when Patrick Bickle defends against The Lemondrop Kid. But right now, we have a special tag team match to end a long-standing feud. For months, referee Henry Andrews has made "mistakes" costing North T. Gunderson matches. At Hostile Hangover he revealed his true colors... as an ally of the self-proclaimed chairman of NAPW, David Banks. Andrews screwed Dez Carter out of a win... and it's all come to this. North T. Gunderson somehow was able to convince Commissioner R. Joseph Winchell III to book a special match. Tonight, it is North T. Gunderson & Dez Carter going for revenge against David Banks AND Henry Andrews in a tag team match.

JACK JONES: How is this fair? Sure, Banks could take both North & Carter on his own, but Andrews isn't a wrestler! He's the victim of a smear campaign, I tell you!

BILL HEWSON: The time to settle this issue... is NOW.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen! This is a Tag Team match, scheduled for one fall.

Driver's High by Larc En Ciel hits the speakers. A determined looking Dez Carter, a more serious than usual North T. Gunderson, and the lovely ladies Asuka and Tex (a stark contrast if you ever saw one) make their way to ringside.

FRANK WARBURTON: First, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-four pounds: Dez Carter! And his partner hailing from Denver, Colorado... weighing in at two-hundred pounds even... North T. Gunderson!

They Wanna Know by Obie Trice takes over the sound system and a chorus of boos for the "Chairman" of NAPW.

FRANK WARBURTON: Their opponents. First, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-eight pounds: From Greensboro, North Carolina... The Chairman, David Banks!

Banks jogs down to the ring, and gives a note to Frank Warburton. He reads it, looks incredulously at Banks, but does what any good announcer does, and introduces the next participant.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his partner. Weighing in at one-hundred and fifty-six pounds. He hails from Edmonton, Alberta Canada. Tonight he transcends the barrier between "official" and "wrestler". Tonight, he unleashes the inner beast that has been dormant for so many months. He is ... HENRY ANDREWS!

Henry Andrews, in a dark blue tracksuit jogs to the ring, as "The Final Countdown" plays over the speakers. The fans boo mercilessly, but Andrews seems to be oblivious to all this. He gets in the ring and quickly hides behind his partner Banks. Gunderson and Carter both advance on Andrews, but referee Dick Kiebiech is quick to get in the way. He sends both teams to their corners and calls for the bell. Carter starts for his team, and Banks unsurprisingly starts for his. The lock up centre ring. Carter gets an arm bar, but Banks manages to power out of it, then hits Dez with a forearm to the jaw. Banks nails a snap mare on a stunned Dez, then goes for a headlock. Dez is quick to fight his way out of the hold. He looks for the first joint he can reach, in this case, Banks' knee. He drives his fist into the back of the knee, causing Banks to hobble a bit. Carter follows up with a series of stiff palm slaps, then a wicked kick to the kidneys. Carter grabs Banks and goes for a roll up, trying for the quick win! One...only a one count! Banks goes to the ropes (Andrews is quick to avoid any possibility of a tag). Carter just glares with steely determination. Banks looks like he wants to rethink his strategy. He makes like he's ready to lock up again, but instead drives his knee into Carter's midsection. He nails a snap suplex! Carter tries to get to his feet, only to get a Shining Yakuza Kick! Cover! One... Two... Carter kicks out! Banks drags Carter to the corner... and the Tag to Andrews! Banks holds up Carter... And Andrews with a chop! The crowd goes WOO!! Well half do. The other half just laugh. And to be honest, the WOO was a bit weak. I don't think they meant it. Andrews gets in some kicks to the midsection of Carter... And Gunderson races in to break it up! Andrews FLIES out of the ring to get away, Gunderson is chasing the disgraced ref around the ring, Andrews comes around the corner, North in pursuit... and Banks with a surprise clothesline! Andrews with the perfect trap, and both Gunderson and Carter are down. Andrews gets in a kick or two on Gunderson, then gets back in the ring, only to tag out to Banks. Banks re-enters the match and goes back to work on Dez Carter. He slaps on an Indian Deathlock, looking to weaken Dez's ankle. Dez pulls himself to the ropes, and Banks is forced to break the hold. Carter is struggling to get to his feet, and Banks is quick to try and attack the injured limb... NO! Carter gets a grip on the ropes, then lays a kick into Banks' face! ( ya see he can keep the weight off his injured leg that way...) Banks stumbles back, and Carter barges forward with a series of chops, strikes, and finishes with a wicked head butt that nearly takes Banks out of his boots! Carter drags Banks to his feet, then whips him to the corner, where North is up and eager to make the tag.

North shoots an angry glare at Andrews, then goes to work on Banks. Banks is hip tossed to the mat. North follows up with an elbow drop, and a quick cover! One... Banks kicks out! North keeps up the offense, as he slaps on a leg scissors, trying to take the air out of Banks. Banks fights with all he has, and North strains to keep the bigger man down. Banks finally gets free and goes to tag in his fresh partner. Andrews frantically shakes his head "NO" and backs away. Banks tries to convince Andrews to come in, which allows Gunderson to hit the Blackout! Cover! One... Two... Andrews kicks North in the back of the head! And now he sprints away. North is pissed, but the cover is broken, and that's all that matters. Gunderson slaps on the Million Dollar Dream, and Banks starts to fade. Referee Kiebiech lifts Banks arm... It drops. He checks again... and it drops... Third time... and Andrews is back in the ring! Only this time North catches him! The fans go crazy as they finally get to see North get his revenge! But Banks has had time to get his sense back, and he nails a German suplex on Gunderson, nearly folding him in half! Carter is in the ring to chase off Andrews, and Banks needs the ropes to keep himself up at this point. Outside the ring, Andrews has slipped and fallen near the Frank Warburton's chair. Carter grabs Andrews by the belt and drags him to his feet... Andrews nails Carter with the chair! The ref is busy in the ring with Banks! Now Asuka and Tex are trying to point out what's happening! This gives Andrews the distraction he needs to nail Carter AGAIN! Banks grins evilly as he sizes up Gunderson, who has finally made it to his feet. He grabs the waist lock, and German Suplex! He rolls through, and hits German #2! One more? YOU KNOW IT! Gunderson is racked in pain, Carter is seemingly out! And Andrews wants in! Banks grins a bit as he tags in his partner. Andrews lays in some more kicks (me thinks his moves set is limited) then grabs on for a headlock! He squeezes with all his might! Gunderson fights out (not too hard) but Andrews jabs his thumb in North's eye, then goes back to the headlock. Gunderson is done playing. He picks up Andrews, and drops him for a back suplex! He goes for the cover! And Banks breaks it up! Banks drags North up, and hits the Inverted Facelock Backbreaker! He tells Andrews to go for the pin... no, Andrews has another idea! He races out of the ring, and comes back with two chairs! We all know where this is going! Banks and Andrews are in the mood for a conchairto! They line their man up... and SWING!

NORTH DUCKS! The chairs clang together! And Dez Carter is back in the ring! OVERDRIVE ON BANKS! Banks rolls out of the ring. And Andrews is all on his own! Carter and Gunderson advance, but Andrews is out like a flash! He runs for the exit.. ASUKA AND TEX TACKLE HENRY ANDREWS! ... Man that's got to be a least a little humiliating... The ladies toss Andrews back into the ring, where Carter and Gunderson are waiting! And Carter lays into Andrews with palm strikes! The crowd goes nuts as Gunderson hits Sliced Bread Number 2 which can only lead to... POSITIVE DEFEAT! North covers.. ONE... TWO... THREE!!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners! The team of Dez Carter and North T. Gunderson!

The fans cheer as Banks drags Andrews out of the ring and back up the aisle. Carter, North, Asuka and Tex all celebrate a big win, and some well deserved retribution...

JACK JONES: I need to give Andrews the name of my lawyer, that was clearly WRONG if I ever saw wrong, and believe me ---

BILL HEWSON: You see wrong every morning when you wake up in the mirror and never do anything about it! North T. Gunderson & Dez Carter... and Tex and Asuka... with some well-earned revenge here on Andrews & the Chairman --- wait just a minute... that's... Henry Andrews is going up the ramp... but... he just CAME OUT OF THE CURTAIN?

WTF is right, Hewson! As Banks and Henry are getting up a man in slacks and a polo shirt comes out. He is the exact image of Henry Andrews, and he has a microphone? Henry Andrews looks white as a ghost when he sees this man, lips trembling.

MAN: You didn't think you'd see me again did you... HARVEY. You thought you'd got one over on your successful brother by posing as me, with my resume, my credentials as a referee to get into this fed? You think I wouldn't find you out?

Henry... no, "Harvey" Andrews is now on his knees, begging, saying "I can explain!" David Banks looks quite surprised. The crew in the ring are watching with active interest, North wearing a big grin.

MAN: Oh shut up, you always were a whiner! For the record, NAPW fans... MY NAME is Henry Andrews, and this snivelling piece of crap right here... is my younger twin brother by eight minutes... HARVEY ANDREWS! And you've been posing as me, working for this David Banks and ruining my reputation! Well not only have I had it, but Commissioner Winchell has had it as well! We chatted earlier tonight and as of RIGHT THIS SECOND...

Henry Andrews, the REAL Henry Andrews, looks over the crowd, then looks at his brother with utter contempt.

THE REAL HENRY ANDREWS: THE BOTH OF YOU ARE INDEFINITELY SUSPENDED!

David Banks yells "WHAT?" in complete shock. Harvey Andrews sobs on the concrete. North Gunderson's music kicks up. Henry Andrews turns around and walks through the curtain, an irate David Banks following suit. In the ring, North & Dez Carter shake hands, then each hit the turnbuckles. They made a successful team tonight on Tuesday Night Fights!

Right back to action, Frank Warburton in the ring to announce the next match.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and is for the NAPW PROVINCIAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first the challenger... from Toronto, Ontario, ladies and gentlemen, he is THE YELLLLLLLOW CHICKENNNNN!

"Chicken Song" by AFI plays as Yellow Chicken steps out from behind the curtain. He gets a huge reaction from the crowd as he hobbles to ringside trying not to favor his leg.

BILL HEWSON: Great reaction for Carter Owens AKA The Yellow Chicken. It was two weeks ago that The Yellow Chicken lost the Provincial title to the current Champion Patrick Kidd in a great triple-threat. Last week Chicken defeated his long-time rival The Moose in a great bout, but as you can see there, Yellow Chicken is not at one-hundred percent after Moose sadistically attacked the man's leg after the match.

JACK JONES: Hey, you get into a ring with a damaged appendage, you're taking your career into your hands. It's like a bullseye painted right on the injury, and if you think Patrick Kidd won't take advantage of the injury you're just naive.

BILL HEWSON: Patrick Kidd is a great sportsman, but he also plays to win... what's that? We have learned that Yellow Chicken is competing in tonight's match AGAINST doctor's orders!

JACK JONES: He's either got lots of guts... or no brains.

Chicken is in the ring, now awaiting his opponent.

FRANK WARBURTON: And now, his opponent! From Patterson New Jersey... he is the current and reigning NAPW Provincial Champion... THE OUTLAW! PATRIIIIIICK KIIIIIIDD!

"Rebirth" by Boy Hits Car plays as Kidd makes his way to ringside, the cheers from the fans rivaling the amount that Chicken had received. Kidd steps into the ring and looks at the Provincial belt before handing it to the ref who shows it to Yellow Chicken before hoisting it into the air and then putting it on the timekeeper's table. Kidd walks to the center of the ring and extends his hand to Chicken who shakes it and the ref calls for the bell as the two men (well man and chicken) take a step back and stare each other down as they plot their first move.

Kidd moves forward for a collar elbow tie-up, but Chicken just rolls to the side cradling Kidd into a school boy roll up trying to end this match as quick as possible. He gets one. Kidd kicks out of the roll up and springs to his feet - turning around just in time to get hit with a back body drop by Yellow Chicken. Chicken drops and puts Kidd in a side headlock with the plans of if he can keep Kidd in one place and work him over he won't have to put a lot of pressure on his bad leg. Chicken switches from the side headlock into a fujiwar armbar, but Kidd quickly gets his foot in the ropes before any real damage can be done, and the ref breaks the hold. Kidd gets to his feet just in time to take a charging Chicken down with a hip toss. He then drops an elbow to the back of Chicken's neck before locking in... a camel clutch. The crowd is really getting into the match in it's early stages. Kidd pulls back on the neck and looks back over his shoulder contemplating grabbing a Chicken leg, but decides not to and just wrenches back on the neck, Chicken lets out a scream, but before the ref can see if he wants to give up Chicken is able to grab the bottom rope, and Kidd lets go.

As Chicken gets up Kidd grabs him by the arm and pulls it back into a hammer lock. Chicken fires an elbow back and catches Kidd in the jaw allowing Yellow Chicken to reverse the hammerlock into his own armbar. Yellow Chicken twists the arm and pulls up and away, Kidd has a painful grimace on his face. Kidd leans forward and rolls through grabbing Chicken by the wrist and reversing the armbar into a wrist lock. Chicken does his own roll through reversing the wristlock into a chicken wing in the middle of the ring. Yellow Chicken locks in the cross face combo and Kidd is in deep trouble as Chicken pulls Kidd to the mat wrapping his legs around his waist squeezing the breath out of him. Kidd kicks his feet trying tog et to the ropes, but Chicken has the move locked in good in the middle of the ring, the ref checks to see if Kidd wants to give up, but Kidd says no. Kidd continues to kick with his feet and is able to rock back and kick his feet up over his head pushing chicken onto his back shoulders pinned to the mat. One! Two!

Yellow Chicken is forced to release the hold so he can get his shoulder up and not get pinned. Kidd gets to his feet and goes to the corner rubbing his shoulder, and appears to have a look of concern on his face. Chicken gets to his feet a little frustrated, the two men lock up in the center of the ring and Kidd whips Chicken into the ropes, Chicken reverses it and takes Kidd down with a Drop toe hold as he rebounds off the ropes. Chicken quickly pulls Kidd to his feet and gives him a snap suplex, but doesn't let go of Kidd and pulls up and attempts a second suplex, but as he goes to lift Kidd up his knee buckles and he falls to one knee. Kidd seizes the opportunity and elbows Chicken in the back of the neck, hooks both arms and drives Chicken into the mat with the CRIMSON TIDE! ONE! TWO! THREE---

Chicken SOMEHOW gets the shoulder up.

Kidd looks up at the ref in shock as the ref hold up two fingers. Kidd shakes his head and gets up to his feet. He takes two steps back and as soon as Yellow Chicken starts to rise Kidd delivers a standing dropkick to the bad knee, Kid quickly follows up with a variation of the figure four where he uses one foot to push on the knee and apply more pressure. Chicken screams out in pain, but refuses to submit. Kidd applies more pressure and with his foot and Chicken exhausted falls back shoulders touching the mat. One, two, Chicken gets a shoulder up and screams as he reaches out... and he is able to grab the bottom rope and the ref quickly makes Kidd break the hold. Kidd rolls up to a crouching position in the corner and waits for Chicken to get to his feet and runs out to chop block the bad knee of Chicken, but Yellow chicken was expecting it and quickly lifts his leg and mule kicks Kidd right in the face, and spins around hitting Kidd with a quick spinning neck breaker and hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! Kick-out! Chicken gets up and goes to drop a quick elbow, but Kidd rolls out of the way and grabs Chickens bad leg and rolls him over into a single leg crab interlocking his fingers right under the bad knee, and pushing his thumbs into the sides of the knees. Chicken not being close to the ropes has to use a desperation move and put all the power he can into his bad leg to push Kidd toppling forward.

Kidd tumbles into the ropes and takes a second to catch his breath as Chicken uses the ropes on the other side to pull himself to his feet. Kidd rushes Chicken and Chicken uses the ropes to prop himself up so he can lift his good leg and kick Kidd in the face. Kidd turns holding his jaw and Chicken sees an opportunity to run forward and execute a bulldog driving Kidd face first onto the mat, but Chicken also lands on the side of his leg and rolls over in pain holding his knee. Both men are down and the ref starts the standing ten count.

One

Two

Three

Kidd gets up to a knee.

Four

Chicken pulls himself over to the rope to try and use them to get up again.

Five

Six

Kidd is to his feet and sneaks up behind Chicken wrapping his arm around him interlocking his hands under his bad knee and lifting him up into the air and slamming him into the mat with three atomic drops in arrow jarring the bad knee as Chicken winces and bites his lip to stop from hollering out. After the third atomic drop Kidd spins Chicken around and gives him a knee to the gut and levels him with a second Crimson Tide and goes for the pin.

One!

TWO!

...Kick out!

Chicken kicks out at the last possible tenth of a second mainly because Kidd forgot to hook the leg. Kidd is more than in shock he is almost fearful of losing the Provincial title back to Chicken. Kid gets up and picks Chicken up and hangs him upside down in the corner in a tree of woe hooking his feet under the top turnbuckle. Kidd pulls Chickens head up to his shoulder in a three quarter headlock takes a step backward and then runs forward ripping Chicken out of the turnbuckle pulling the feet, knees, and neck as he slams him into the mat with a neck breaker, and quickly rolls over and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

Kick out, but a split second too late. Kidd rolls over and both men lie on the mat catching their breath as the ref gets the NAPW Provincial belt and hands it to Kidd.

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner and still NAPW Provincial Champion, "The Outlaw" Patrick Kidd!

BILL HEWSON: What an unbelievable match! Yellow Chicken gave you his heart, he gave you his soul, he gave you what was left of his injured knee... but Patrick Kidd retains the first singles title in his entire career. And this crowd is STANDING in Regina for both men!

Kidd gets to his feet and helps Yellow Chicken to his the two men shake hands... Chicken's knee gives out, but Kidd catches him before he collapses to the mat. Two trainers come out to the ring to check on Yellow Chicken and then help him to the back to further investigate the damage done to the knee. The crowd stands on their feet, giving Yellow Chicken a Standing Ovation for his incredible effort before Chicken and the trainers disappear behind the backstage curtain. "Rebirth" by Boy Hits Car plays and Kidd holds up the NAPW Provincial title and the crowd cheers as Kidd makes his way to the back.

Cut backstage. R. Joseph Winchell is watching TNF from his office when none other than the PURE HONOR CHAMPION Simply Beautiful bursts into the office. Winchell stands up, furious at the interruption.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Who the hell do you think you are barging into my office? You ---

SB: I'm not just the best, I'm not just the coolest... I'm SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL boss-man!

Winchell stares daggers at Simply Beautiful. The Pure Honor champ is wearing a grin, but there's fire in his eyes.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: What. Do. You. WANT?

SB: What do I want? What do any of us want? Life, liberty, happiness... but tonight, I'll tell you what I want. I'm giving these Regina fans one heckuva show, and then this Chris Casino chump comes out and crashes my party. So what I want... is to show that legend exactly WHY I am the Pure Honor champion! I want Casino in a match next week, and I'll give him a "legendary" ass-kicking, Pure style!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: You want Chris Casino in a match? You want to wrestle one of NAPW's hall of famers?

SB: Bueller...beuller... that's exactly what I just said, boss. Use a Q-Tip sometime!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Fine! You have Chris Casino in a match... and since there's no #1 contender to your cup currently, but you have to defend that Pure title you value so much... you can defend it AGAINST Chris Casino! Next week on Tuesday Night Fights!

SB: Hell, I was hoping you'd say that. I'm a fighting champion, and next week when I beat Chris Casino one-two-three in the middle of the ring? Well... that's not just the best, that's not just the coolest ---

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: (shrieking) GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!

SB, grinning at having riled up the owner, slips out of the door, leaving Joseph to hyperventilate alone. Winchell sits back down, burying his head in his hands.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Aspirin... aspirin...

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCHUP!

JACK JONES: In retrospect, I picked the wrong to stop smoking crack.

BILL HEWSON: Okay, I know you stole that one from Airplane. Ladies and gentlemen, the next six-man tag is the culmination of months of anger. Stiff Competition have made it personal... by stalking the girlfriend of Bruce "The Beast" Richards, Tiffany Macintyre. At Hostile Hangover "The Moose" actually Roughnecked poor Tiffany to the canvas. Bruce Richards is out with a concussion, but tonight! The Celtic Assassins team up with one-half of the tag team champions in Stylin' Kyle Roberts to take on all three members of Stiff Competition in a six-man tag. Katy bar the door, this is going to be a pier-six brawl!

The crowd is awash in boos as "King of the Kill" blares over the speakers. "THE MOOSE" MARK MILLAR leads his team to the ring, with "DURTY" DUTCH FLANAGAN and ROD HARDWAY flanking him and OL' SALTY taking up the rear. The Moose, Hardway and Durty Dutch all climb into the ring, and start arguing with the crowd, while Ol' Salty circles around to his boys' corner, taking a swig from his flask.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by OL' SALTY, at a combined weight of SEVEN HUNDRED and EIGHTY FOUR pounds... THE MOOSE, MARK MILLAR. ROD HARDWAY. DURTY DUTCH FLANAGAN. They are STIFFFFF COMPETITIONNNNNN!

The boos actually increase, but the trio just seem to bask in the heat... until their heat is totally usurped by the sound of Philosopher Kings! The crowd pops HUGE as STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS struts out. He shouts something to his trio of opponents, gets a head of steam and CHARGES right into ring! Frank Warburton ducks aside as Stylin' Kyle LEVELS Rod Hardway... only to have The Moose and Flanagan start hammering away at his back! The crowd boos the three-on-one... when "The Devil in the Kitchen" announces the arrival of the CELTIC ASSASSINS! BOBBY O'BRADY and AL THOES rush to the ring, and slide in, evening the odds; and the blows - they rain! Jim Ross would probably describe this as a PIER SIX BRAWL or a SLOBBERNOCKER! Thoes has isolated Flanagan, and is totally overpowering him, while Bobby O'Brady hammers away at Hardway in the corner! Stylin' Kyle has retaken his feet, and fought the Moose all the way to the ropes... CLOTHESLINE! The Moose goes head over heels and CRASHES to the floor to the cheers of the crowd! Bobby O'Brady grabs hold of Rod Hardway, spins around, and HURLS him under the ropes, head-first into Millar, who is JUST retaking his feet! The duo crash into the ring barrier to ANOTHER huge pop! Ol' Salty rushes over to help the two up, which is when THE SCOTTISH WRECKING MACHINE hefts up Durty Dutch Flanagan in a Gorilla Press, and walks to the ropes! Flanagan shouts "NO!" The crowd shouts "YES!" And Thoes DROPS Flanagan right on top of his assembles teammates! Stiff Competition has been CLEARED from the ring, and the match hasn't even started yet!

Stylin' Kyle Roberts, The Irish Adonis and the Scottish Wrecking Machine all play to the crowd as their opponents retake thier feet and, shouting obsceneties, make their way to their corner. Senior Referee John Sharplin admonishes the team of Roberts and the Assassins, and orders them to get to their corner as well. The crowd boos that a bit, but the trio shrug and vacate, except for Al Thoes, who looks to be starting the match. Across from him, a sour looking Rod Hardway steps into the ring... and THERE'S THE BELL! This match seems to have officially begun!

The large Al Thoes and massive Rod Hardway lock up... but Hardway has every advantage, even against the Scottish Wrecking Machine. He powers through the early grapple, locks up Thoes, and hefts him up for a Vertical... wait for it... Wait For It... WAIT FOR IT... SUPLEX! O'Brady and Roberts wince in their corner. Al unsteadily begins rising... MAFIA KICK! Hardway makes a rude gesture at the crowd while Al Thoes crashes back to the ground, his bell rung! But Rod Hardway isn't done quite yet. As Moose, Salty and Flanagan all whoop with laughter, Hardway hauls the limp Scotsman back to his feet... WAIT! A punch to the kidneys! And another! Al Thoes still has some fight left in him! The Wrecking Machine hooks up Rod... and HAULS him up and over! A suplex for a suplex! Thoes doesn't let up, he rolls Hardway onto his front, steps on his back, grabs the arms, and PULLS for all he's worth! The Modified Surfboard is locked in and Rod Hardway cries out in angush... but Durty Dutch Flanagan crashes the ring! Flanagan with a dropkick to Thoes' back, and the Scotsman crashes forward. Hardway scrambles to his corner while Sharplin shoos Flanagan out of the ring, and Al Thoes makes the tag to Bobby O'Brady! Hardway tags in Flanagan legally in return! Durty Dutch Flanagan charges the Irish Adonis and CROSS BODIES for ALL HE'S WORTH... and is CAUGHT by a bemused O'Brady. HUGE Fallaway Slam! Flanagan SKIPS over the mat and crashes into the ropes! The crowd POPS again, while Moose, Hardway and Ol' Salty ANGRILY grind their teeth.

O'Brady stalks over to his foe and pulls Dutch back to his feet. The Irish Adonis pulls Dutch up onto his back... it's a HUMAN TOTURE RACK! O'Brady grins and starts carrying his trapped opponent around the ring as the crowd cheers! Durty Dutch Flanagan desperately flails for the ropes, but O'Brady, laughing, keeps moving away at the last second, TAUNTING Flanagan to the cheers of the fans! The Moose is SPITTING MAD, and tries to reach out and tag, but misses! O'Brady stops, turns, and shouts a taunt at the red faced Moose! Moose goes to crash the ring, and Sharplin intercepts! O'Brady laughs again... and SMASH! HOLY HELL! The Irish Adonis CRASHES to the ring, with Flanagan in tow! Durty Dutch woozily flops on top! Sharplin turns, it's a pin! One! TWO! KYLE! With a well placed kick, he breaks the pin, but is quickly shoed back to his corner! But what happened there!? Bobby O'Brady is LIMP! Sharplin didn't see anything... and Ol'Salty quietly discards the SHATTERED FLASK under the ring. Now it's Moose who's laughing, as Flanagan hits the ropes for an ASAI MOONSAULT! Another pin on the prone O'Brady! One! Two! LEG ON THE ROPES! THE IRISH ADONIS STILL LIVES! Flanagan argues with the ref that it was three, but Sharplin points at the leg and shakes his head. Flanagan angrily tags in Rod Hardway. Hardway hefts up O'Brady, Flanagan hits the ropes... HARD ATTACK!!! Hardway with the pin! One! Two! KICKOUT! Moose HOWLS! Ol' Salty pounds the ring apron! O'Brady desperately tries to crawl to his corner as Hardway tags in the Moose. Mark Millar stalks over to the fallen Adonis and grabs his legs to pull him away from where his teammates are desperately reaching. O'Brady hops on one foot, being pulled back, then THRASHES , landing a reverse dropkick on the Moose! Both giants crash to the ring! Moose KIPS UP! The Irish Adonis TAGS IN KYLE!

HOT TAG! HOT TAG!

Kyle LEVELS Millar with a running lariat! Rod Hardway hits the ring... toe kick... DDT! Kyle turns to see Flanagan on the top rope! Durty Dutch comes off the ropes only to be DROPKICKED IN MID-AIR by Stylin' Kyle! The crowd is ON IT'S FEET! Rod Hardway is back up! He rushes Kyle... only to be intercepted by AL THOES! Sharplin is LOSING CONTROL OF THE MATCH! The Scottish Wrecking Machine nails a HUGE Power Clothesline sending Hardway up over the top rope! Thoes follows him out, and begins pounding on him by the guardrail! Flanagan is trying to ragain his feet, but Bobby O'Brady angrily grabs his foot from ringside and HAULS Durty Dutch from the ring! Ol' Salty goes to his aid, but a stern GLARE from the Irish Adonis sends the Newfie running for cover! Stylin' Kyle is alone... in the ring... with the MOOSE! A running clothesline and Stylin' Kyle is FOLDED IN HALF! The Moose growls then hauls Kyle up, cinches the waist... STUN GUN! Kyle clutches at his throat while the Moose moves in for the kill! He hauls up Roberts in the Fireman's Carry... and the crowd is BOOING FOR ALL IT'S WORTH! Millar laughs maniacally... ROUGHNEOOOOOO! DDT! THE MOOSE IS PLANTED IN THE RING! Kyle kips up and starts calling for the Moose to right himself! Millar slowly begins to rise and... POLAR-IZER! The fans are DEAFENING! Ol' Salty is being chased around the ring by O'Brady! Hardway is trapped at ringside in a POWER CHINLOCK! Flanagan is bent around the ringpost! There's no saving the Moose! He staggers to his feet, turns into a TOE KICK... EMERALD FUSION! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE!

FRANK WARBURTON: And here are your winners... BOBBY O'BRADY! AL THOES! THE CELTIC ASSSSSSASSSSSINSSSSS! And their TAG TEAM partner SSSTYLIN' KYLE ROOOOOBERTS!

The crowd cheers wildly as Roberts rolls the Moose out of the ring with his foot! The Assassins hit the ring and the trio take a moment to celebrate as the fallen Stiff Competition gather up their defeated comerade, and begin slinking away to the back. We get a final shot of Roberts, O'Brady and Thoes waving them goobye in the ring, as we cut to a commercial break!

Returning from commercial break, viewers are treated to R. Joseph Winchell III in his office. He's on the telephone, with a surprisingly wide smile on his face. Unusual to say the least.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Oh yes, I am looking forward to Action! with YOU on the show... Oh no, I'm glad to have you back... hold on. I'll have to talk to you later, somebody's in here.

Into the office walks "The Show" Chad Kurtis. He's not happy.

CHAD KURTIS: Commish, I'm sick and tired of Kurt Castle. I want his ass in the ring NEXT WEEK, one on one!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Oh do you then? Well, last time I checked *I* make the matches around here!

CHAD KURTIS: Then make the match... Castle's going down.

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Well, I'm glad you feel that way. You know what? I will give you the match. But uh... Kisei Mashiin's asked me for a rematch against you, no count-out, no DQ. So here's what's going to happen. Next week! Tuesday Night Fights! It will be "THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS vs "THE JAPANESE DEATH MACHINE" Kisei Mashiin... and then later that SAME NIGHT... "The Show" Chad Kurtis vs "The Devastator" Kurt Castle.

CHAD KURTIS: What? That's bull(BLEEP)!

R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: And it's my damn fed, so if you want Kurt Castle? You take him that way or you don't take him at all!

CHAD KURTIS: Well you know what? I'll take on any damned man you put in my way, Kisei Mashiin, Giant Machine or Hulk Machine. I'll get my hands on Castle no matter how many wrestlers you put in my way.

Kurtis storms out, pissed off. Winchell leans back, clearly pleased with his matchmaking...

Cut to ringside. The crowd is buzzing. The lights darken, strobe lights starting up near the entrance way. The music?

PATH.

The Regina fans explode as Apocalyptica blasts from the PA. Striding the entrance way with cold eyes focused on the ring...

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Making his way to the ring from Brooklyn New York, he weighs in at two-hundred and ten pounds, standing five feet ten inches! He is known as the White Collar Assassin, The Shooter... This! Is! RAVVAAAAGERRRR!

BILL HEWSON: A surprising reaction from this crowd here tonight, but it shows that the fans don't buy all the bullcrap Plague's been spouting week long. Ravager is not a nice man, he will do whatever it takes to win... but he is his own man.

JACK JONES: I gotta disagree with you on that Hewson. What is there to respect about Ravager? This is a man who couldn't win the belt without beating up a woman first! Plague's right on about him, he's pathetic. He can't get it done, and tonight, The Plague is going to claim a new victim.

Ravager certainly could not care less about Jack Jones' words, were he to hear them. He plainly does not seem to care about the crowd either. He looks the crowd over with a calculating gaze... after the past few weeks of sneak attacks and mind-games, he's not going to fixate his eyes on any one spot.

JACK JONES: Ravager says he's ready for anything. Is he ready for THIS?

Ready for what? The lights going out? Red lighting up the walkway?

"WA-AH-AH-AH!"

Are you down with the sickness? Well... lights out, lights on, Plague is standing in front of the entrance curtain with arms at his sides. He smirks and stares down to the ring before taking the walk.

FRANK WARBURTON: And HIS OPPONENT! He stands six-foot-five, two-hundred and sixty one pounds... from New York City, this! Is! THE PLAGUE!

Plague comes to the ring in no hurry. He stands up on the apron and turns around to give the crowd a condescending once over. Boo. Plague slaps his chest and then steps into the ring. Referee John Sharplin is in charge of this one. He gets between the two men, Plague talking trash to Ravager, who responds with a smirk of his own. Sharplin checks Ravager over, then Plague, then calls for the bell...

Collar and elbow tie-up, Plague with a distinct size and weight advantage. He powers Ravager into the ropes, referee calling for a break. Clean break? WHAP. Hell no, Plague boots Ravager in the gut. Irish whip, big clothesline, Ravager reverses, drop toe-hold takes Plague down! Immediately! The Shooter is on top of Plague, trying for the Crossface he likes so much. Plague won't let him lock it in, shoots an arm to the ropes to get a break. Clean break? WHAM. Ravager gives it back as good as he gets, booting Plague in the ribs. Plague gets up and yells at John Sharplin, asking him to enforce the damn rules. Sharplin tells Plague to worry about his job and he'll worry about his... Back to a tie-up. This time Plague uses his height advantage to hammer down onto Ravager, driving him to one knee. Plague underhooks one harm and sends a couple kneelifts into the man's gut, followed up by a William Regal style butterfly suplex. Cover gets only one, too early. Plague grabs a choke, reminding the referee that he has a five count. Broken, then Plague gets a hold of Ravager in a body vice. Hammering blows into Ravager's exposed chest and rib area, then Plague grabs an inverted face lock while still holding on the leg vice. Ravager being stretched here, reaching around to try to get some leverage. It's not like Plague has any hair to grab onto... Ravager decides to take the easy way out, getting his fingers into Plague's eyes. Hey, whatever gets the job done. Plague releases the vice, covering his eyes as Ravager quickly to get to his feet. Boot to the back of Plague, then another one. The first NAPW Champion's mouth becomes an "oooh", those were stiff kicks. Ravager grabs both arms, driving the knee into Plague's back for a surfboard stretch. The game plan of Ravager, neutralize the power advantage of Plague, take out the arms and he can't even hit the Black Death II. Plague however, begins to take his feet, turning Ravager around as he does... atomic drop! While Ravager staggers, Plague hits the ropes and comes with a brutal clothesline that turns the smaller man inside and out. Plague then goes up and drives a Triple H-like knee right into Ravager's face. Cover gets a two count, Ravager without much trouble kicking out there. Plague pulls Ravager up by a handful of silky, smooth black hair - what conditioner does Ravager use. Er anyways! Plague hooks a front face-lock, suplex puts Ravager back down. Plague stands up and takes the time to smirk at the crowd, stretching out his arms arrogantly. Booo.

Back to work, Plague double axhandles Ravager as he tries to get up. Pick up, Plague lifting Ravager up into a slam. He takes a few steps and then slams the man to the canvas, again only for two. Plague hooks a reverse chinlock, yelling for the ref to "ask him!" Ravager shakes his head no, and then Ravager starts to take his feet. One elbow, two elbows, three elbows... Ravager breaks free and hits the ropes! He comes off... Plague catches him in an abdominal stretch, cinching it in! Ravager could be in trouble here from this classic but painful move. Plague makes a point of bashing his fist into Ravager's ribs, his continued target. Sharplin asking Ravager if he's going to submit... and while Sharplin is focused on Ravager, Plague grabs the top rope for added leverage! Ravager can't get out of the move like this! Sharplin looks up, but Plague has already let go of the ropes. As soon as Sharplin focuses on Ravager, Plague grabs the ropes AGAIN. He holds them until Sharplin moves. Sharplin looks at Plague suspiciously, but there's nothing going on that he can see. Plague hooks on the hold extra-tight and begins wrenching back, but wait: What's that noise?

"RA-VA-GER! RA-VA-GER!"

This capacity crowd of almost a thousand in Regina is trying to rally Ravager. Ravager barely seems affected, hardly inspired, but Plague sure doesn't like it. He begins to look around wildly, screaming for the fans to shut up. The momentary distracting is all Ravager needs to suddenly flip Plague forward and off of him, down to the canvas, and Ravager... he's got the legs! The face-lock! It's THE GARROTE! Plague screaming in pain, Ravager with a possessed look on his face as he tries to make Plague tap out. Plague trying to crawl, using his big frame... Ravager holding on and trying to break the man in half... Plague makes the ropes. The referee calls a break, but Ravager won't have any of that. He's tearing back on Plague's neck and shoulders for one, two, three, four, five and then a break. Ravager gets up and HE reminds the referee that he has a five count. Sharplin can't win. But it's no time to let go of an advantage here, Ravager pulls Plague up and hits an irish whip. Plague reverses! Ravager rebounds --- back body drop was telegraphed and Ravager hits a HUGE DDT! He covers Plague... one, two count only. Ravager then mounts Plague and begins to simply UNLOAD right hands on Plague, piston-like. It's been a month Plague's made Ravager's life a living hell and tonight it's about revenge. Sharplin trying to get Ravager off of Plague, Plague covering up as Ravager slams his fist into Plague's face repeatedly. Sharplin literally has to pull Ravager off of the man, Ravager suddenly yelling out loud. The crowd likes that, the intensity is building now. And Plague gets up... he's busted open above the eye! Ravager's fists opened up some crimson on Plague's eyebrow here. Ravager toe-kicks Plague in the gut, and hits the Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TWO! Kick-out by The Plague! Ravager then grabs the man, inside cradle! ONE! TWO! Kick-out! Plague is suddenly able to muster no offense, and no defense! The sight of Plague's blood has made Ravager crazed to do more damage. He throws more right hands into the eyebrow, which is already beginning to swell up so much it's closing. Plague can't hardly see through the damn swelling or the blood, and here's Ravager... what's he doing here? He picks Plague and deposits the man crotch-first onto the top turnbuckle. Oooh. Ravager... with a LOUD open-hand chop to the chest of Plague, he tucks the man over, going for the Muscle Buster... no Plague grabs a hand onto the top rope. Plague with a shot to Ravager, breaking the man's hold. Ravager however is quick to come back up, they're fighting it out on the top. Plague gets the upperhand with a shot right to the breadbasket, stands up... wait just a damned minute! He's going to try to SUPERPLEX Ravager off of the top TO THE OUTSIDE! Don't do it! Good God, don't do it--- Ravager blocks! He blocks again! And this time... STANDING SUPERPLEX TO THE PLAGUE BY RAVAGERRRRR!

The move has taken both men down, Plague certainly got the worst of it however. Ravager finally gets across and makes a pin. ONE! TWO! No, didn't get him. But Ravager has turned the direction of this match right around. Ravager pulls Plague up, but this time Plague with a thumb to the eye. Plague hits an irish whip on Ravager, the man comes back --- ducks a clothesline! Ravager behind Plague, full-nelson, LAST RESORT comin' up --- Plague's broad shoulders are so big, he breaks the hold and then hauls Ravager onto HIS shoulders for a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER. Good GOD, Ravager's head got nailed, Plague covers ONE TWO TH--- Ravager kicks out. Plague swears at Sharplin and tells him to count properly, but is quick to pick Ravager up. Ravager with a flurry though! He hits the ropes and comes off... CAUGHT. BY. THE SPINEBUSTER. The PlagueBuster returns to NAPW, and by God Ravager got killed! Plague stands up, roaring to the crowd with an evil, open-mouthed grin, blood pouring down the one cheek of his face. His eye is seriously swollen shut. Plague turns around and watches for Ravager, waiting for the man to get up. Ravager staggers to his feet...

BOOT TO THE GUT. The underhook! BLACK DEATH II --- Ravager reverses and pulls Plague's legs out from under him! What's Ravager going for here? Catapult and --- Good God! SHARPLIN GOT HIT! Plague went flying into the turnbuckle and in the confusion, John Sharplin wasn't able to get out of the way in time, he just got squashed! Ravager has Plague from behind --- LAST RESOOOOOOOOORT. HE NAILS IT ON THE BIG MAN! Plague folds over, Ravager covers, the crowd counts ONE, TWO, THREE... but it doesn't mean anything, there's no referee to count the pinfall. Ravager gets up, audibly cursing, and looks coldly at Sharplin. Ravager decides it's best to keep working on Plague, pulling him up... Plague into the ropes, Ravager hoists the man up. What's he going for here? Wait a minute, this could be INSTANT KARMA. It's been a while --- Plague won't let him do it! Plague knocks Ravager off, then propels his own body forward with a flying shoulderblock from the second turnbuckle. Ravager gets nailed, and then Plague is the one standing. What's this? He just rolled outside and grabbed a steel chair from a fan at ringside. Plague snaps it shut and gets into the ring, putting the chair in the middle of the ring. He grabs Ravager and hauls him up, signalling for the brainbuster. Not on the chair! Plague lifts Ravager up high in the air... and DOWN on the chair, good God! Plague slides the chair to the corner, then covers Ravager... Sharplin slowly crawls over to count ONE... TWO... THREE---

NO. NO. Ravager somehow got the shoulder up! Plague can't believe it! And this time... wait a minute, he again rolls out of the ring. He grabs ANOTHER chair and slides in, raising it high to come down onto Ravager! But John Sharplin grabs the chair from the man! Sharplin goes to get rid of the chair, but while he does, Plague grabs the FIRST chair and wraps it around the man's head. Ravager goes down, Plague throws the chair skidding to the outside. Sharplin turns around, and all he sees is Plague pulling a limp Ravager up, under-hooking the arms... THE BLACK DEATH II! There's no way Ravager is getting up from that, Plague covers for ONE! TWO! And... THREE.

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is YOUR winner... THEEEE PLAAAAAAGUE!

JACK JONES: What'd I tell ya? I told ya, Bill Hewson, Ravager wasn't going to be able to withstand The Plague! What a win for the returning Plague?

BILL HEWSON: Oh yeah, real great win there, he had to use a steel chair!

JACK JONES: And he did that BRILLIANTLY, I might add.

BILL HEWSON: These two were having a classic match when Plague had to go and ruin it... these fans don't like the result one bit, and who can blame them?

In the ring, Plague stands tall, arms out at his side. Sharplin checks on Ravager, who is stirring, but The Black Death II after the brutal chair shot has him out. Plague shoves Sharplin aside and then... oh come on, this is uncalled for! Plague pointing at Ravager and talking trash. He slaps the man in the face, Ravager is defenseless. Crowd boos more as Plague stands over Ravager in victory.

Wearing, of course... a smirk.

Back from commercial break. Frank Warburton is in the ring with Referee Dick Kiebiech. The bell dings.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the NAPW TUESDAY NIGHT FIGHTS... MAIN EVENT. And it is the SUBMISSION MATCH for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP. The rules are simple: The first man to make his opponent submit will win the match and the NAPW Title. There will be no pinfalls... no count-outs... and NO disqualifications! The official in charge at the bell, senior referee Dick Kiebiech! And now...

"HOLD ON! I'M COMING!"

A mix of boos with some respectful cheers rings out. Striding from the curtain with a towel over his shoulders and chewing gum in his mouth is none other than...

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the special enforcer! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "PERFECTION!" EVAN CARTWRIGHT!

BILL HEWSON: One has to wonder what kind of impact Evan Cartwright will have on this important match-up, if any. He's got beef with both men in the ring, and you know he's aching for another shot at the NAPW Title.

JACK JONES: Evan Cartwright is here to keep order. He's the "perfect" enforcer, and we are going to have a clear winner tonight. Which means it's bad news for Patrick Bickle.

BILL HEWSON: Don't count the champion out so soon, Jack Attack.

There's one song in NAPW that can INSTANTLY bring a crowd to it's feet with blood on their mind. That song? "Fighting 59" by Harry Hibbs, the theme music for the one and only Lloyd Rees. Ol' Salty steps through the curtain first, then waves his arms to introduce his man. Waving the Newfoundland flag is "The Lemondrop Kid" to even more boos. Ol' Salty leads the way down to the ring as Lloyd makes the walk, making sure to cuss out every fan that gets in his face on the way.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challenger. He is accompanied to the ring by the manager of champions Ol' Salty. Fighting out of Bell Island, Newfoundland, he stands at a height of six-feet, one inch tall. He weighed in this morning at two-hundred and forty-seven pounds. He is the three-time Provincial Champion, a one-time Television Champion, and a former NAPW Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, representing THE WINNER'S CIRCLE... "The East Coast Sensation!" "The Lemondrop Kid!" LLLLLLLLOYD REEEEEEEEES!

JACK JONES: And soon to be TWO-time NAPW Champion in just a few minutes. You know Bill, Lloyd Rees is undefeated in submission matches here in NAPW.

BILL HEWSON: That's technically true, although Lloyd Rees has only competed in the one. But in that match, Lloyd Rees did make Rex Caliber tap out to the Conception Bay Chinlock. Can he do the same to Patrick Bickle here tonight and regain the NAPW Title?

Lloyd is finally done taunting the fans and waving the flag, now going over last-minute strategy. Then the music changes to Broken Social Scene.

FRANK WARBURTON: And NOW! He hails from New York, New York. Standing five-feet eleven inches, he weighed in this morning at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is the Suicidal Submission Machine... and the reigning NAPW CHAMPION! I give you... PATRIIIIIICK BICKLLLLLLE!

To a decent pop, Patrick Bickle comes out of the curtain. The NAPW title belt is around his waist. Bickle's expression is, as always, seemingly vacant. He walks mechanically to the ring, whereupon he raises one arm stiffly in the air in an almost humorous attempt at playing to the crowd. In fact, he shows very little emotion whatsoever.

JACK JONES: Who is this guy, anyways?

BILL HEWSON: The NAPW champion is not a man given to great social graces... but we've all seen him wrestle. Whatever indifference, however awkward he may seem now... when the bell rings...

Both men are ready. Dick Kiebiech is explaining the rules of the match to both of them. Lloyd Rees doesn't have much height on Bickle, just his very presence seems to loom large over the champion. No shortage of charisma on the part of Lloyd Rees. Kiebiech makes each man take a corner. He checks over Lloyd Rees, who spends the time trash-talking a fan on the outside. Ol' Salty yells for some RESPECT. Then Kiebiech goes over to Bickle, checking him over. There's not much in the way of reaction from Bickle until Kiebiech goes to take the title belt from Bickle. Suddenly he snaps, screaming "MY BELT." at Kiebiech. Kiebiech tells Bickle the match can not begin until the NAPW title is handed over. "MY BELT." Bickle finally hands over the belt. Kiebiech shows it to Lloyd, then holds it up above his head for the fans to see. Ding ding ding, this match is underway.

Lloyd Rees and Patrick Bickle meet in the center of the ring. Lloyd wants to talk some trash, that's his game. Bickle however, finally shows some emotion, shoving Lloyd back and screaming "MY BELT." in the man's face. Lloyd looks mildly surprised, but then he hauls off and SLAPS the taste out of Bickle's mouth. So hard, in fact, that Bickle goes down to one knee. The crowd chants "YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED" briefly, before renewing their booing of Rees. The Lemondrop Kid looks over the crowd with a smug grin BICKLE SLAPS LLOYD IN THE MOUTH! The crowd erupts at that! Lloyd looks stunned and before he can even hope to react, Patrick Bickle is all over him. Take down! Bickle driving the point of his elbow into the top of Lloyd's head, then Bickle stands up, turns around quickly, and hits a standing Moonsault! Good God, that wasn't the most graceful, but quick and crazy. There's no pins obviously, but Bickle isn't worrying about pins. He grabs Lloyd by the arm, trying to get his legs braced for the cross arm-breaker! Rees frantically locks his own hands together to prevent Bickle from hyper-extending the arm, kicking the canvas in an attempt to get to the ropes. He does, and Bickle immediately breaks, but his next plan of action is to immediately grab Rees by those legs. Rees grabs onto the bottom rope to prevent being pulled into the center of the ring --- so Bickle pulls with all his might. Rees gets yanked into the air and crashes down on his back. Before he can do anything, Bickle almost stumbles forward with a shoulderblock to the shoulder joint of Rees. Bickle gets back up and then falls backwards almost carelessly with an elbow to the same spot. The champion is working over Rees right now, no doubt setting him up for Roll Credits. Bickle then pulls Rees up to his feet, boot to the gut, what's this? Single-Arm DDT, known in some circles as Divorce Court. But what's this? Bickle still has the arm, pulling a groaning Rees to his feet. And then?

Bickle does it again.

Rees' is rapidly losing the ability to use that shoulder, he is simply not prepared for the in-ring attitude of Patrick Bickle. The champion screams "MY BELT." once again, mania in his eyes. Rees is up to one knee, Bickle rushes at the man with a shining wizard! It connects! Rees slumps forward, glassy-eyed, and then Bickle ... LOCKS ON ROLL CREDITS! HE'S GOT IT ON! REES WILL HAVE TO SUBMIT --- no! He makes the ropes quickly! Bickle holds on for one, two, three, four, lets go of the hold. Lloyd Rees rolls to the outside, cradling his right shoulder and arm. Ol' Salty comes over to tend to the man... wait a minute! Patrick Bickle hits the ropes, runs across the ring... and baseball slides out? Slugs Salty! And connects with a Cactus Jack style swinging neckbreaker on the concrete, knocking Lloyd Rees silly! Bickle gets up, looking over the crowd, and he screams "MY BELT." And this time, the crowd responds with VOLUME. "You haven't seen me wrestle," Bickle said to a disbelieving man just a few days ago. Truer words were never spoken.

Now, Bickle pulls Rees up. He tosses Rees into the steel ring-steps, back first, then charges for a SPEAR --- Rees dodges at the last minute and Bickle crashes head and shoulder first into the steel steps. Good God, he hit at full impact. Bickle is laying in a heap on the concrete as Rees, breathing heavily and sweating, leans up against the guardrail, trying to get his wind back. Let's look at that again --- Patrick Bickle, with his all or nothing style, got none of Rees and ALL of the steel ring steps, dislodging them so great was the impact. Lloyd Rees finally gets to his feet, and the first thing he does... is reach over the railing to shove a fan out of his seat. Rees with the steel chair, but standing between him and Bickle is Evan Cartwright. Cartwright stares down Lloyd, gum-chewing all the while. Lloyd grins mirthlessly at Cartwright and shoves the chair down, which leads Evan to step aside. Lloyd goes to Bickle, who is slowly getting up. Rees, although his own shoulder is damaged, picks Bickle up. He hammerlocks Bickle's right arm and then picks the man up --- slamming Bickle shoulder-first into the steel ringpost! What a brutal move by Rees, but it's not only effective in this match, it's legal as well. The crowd boos Rees, who takes a moment to accept their adulation before stomping on the champion. Once again Rees picks Bickle up and hammerlocks the left arm behind Bickle's back. And AGAIN Rees slams Bickle's exposed and damaged right shoulder into the steel ringpost. A handful of tights and Bickle is rolled into the ring, Lemondrop following up. Lloyd pauses on the apron and hits the Fresh Water Flip into the ring, right across the uppers of Bickle's body. Bickle however is refusing to stay down, pulling on the ropes with his good arm. Rees slides back to the outside, ignoring Kiebiech's admonishments to get back in the ring. Rees grabs Bickle by the bad arm, the right one, and pulls him over to the steel ring post. Rees winds up and WRAPS Bickle's arm against the steel! Bickle screaming in pain. Once again Rees grabs the arm and whips it painfully against the steel. Bickle this time stays where he is, and Rees boots the man's arm into the ring post. That's just cruel.

Once again Lemondrop gets into the ring, and this time he wastes no time. Bickle is somehow still trying to stand, trying to pull himself up. Rees stands at the ready, just waiting... Bickle is up! No! DDT FROM THE GREEN! Rees doesn't let go, gets the leg grapevine, and quick as a whip, the CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK IS LOCKED ON. Bickle is in the middle of the ring! Rees is cinching back, tearing, ripping, damaging the neck, damaging the shoulder! Kiebiech is right in Bickle's face, asking him if he'll submit, the crowd on their feet, wondering what the outcome will be...

Bickle isn't giving up. "ARRRRRGH!" He yells out in pain, however, and you have to wonder how long he'll be able to last. Rees yanking back, rocking back and forth, tearing ligaments, tearing Bickle in pain. But Bickle is not giving him. Will he fade? Will he submit? Will he hold on?

But alas, he seems to be fading. The light is leaving his eyes and his arms are becoming limp. Dick Kiebiech grabs the arm and raises it once. It falls.

The referee counts it, then grabs Bickle's arm again. For a second time, it falls.

And then finally, Kiebiech grabs the arm a third time. He holds it up... and lets go.

It falls...

NO!

Patrick Bickle's arm is suddenly alive! His body is alive! His heart is alive! And he's screaming, he's screaming alright:

"MY BELT! MY BELT!"

Rees is trying to hold on, but Bickle is moving... Bickle rolls... he turns... he twists! Gnashing his teeth, somehow ignoring the agonizing pain, Bickle finally reaches out... and closes his fingers around the bottom rope! Kiebiech calls for a break --- Rees won't let go! One, two, three, four, five --- Kiebiech PHYSICALLY gets involved, trying to pull Rees off. The challenger releases the hold and then stands right up to get in the face of Dick Kiebiech. "What're ya doin' layin' yer hand on me ya (BLEEP)in' larry?" Kiebiech tells Lloyd to step down. Rees almost makes to hit the referee, but then pulls back, muttering "ehhh." He turns back to Patrick Bickle, looking to once again cinch on the Conception Bay Chinlock --- wait a minute! Bickle rolls the man over into a pinning predicament? There aren't pins in this match --- wait a minute! Bickle flips Rees over, hooks the legs... it's an Inverted STF! What a bridge, but the champion can not hold the move long at all, his shoulder and neck is too hurt. There is fight left in the champion, but he simply may be too damaged to win this one. Bickle holding his shoulder, his right arm hangling limply at his side. This scene is all too familiar for Patrick Bickle, and The Lemondrop Kid is taking advantage. He grabs Bickle and irish whips the man into the turnbuckle, Bickle explodes out with a SPEAR! KIEBIECH PULLED IN THE WAY! Bickle used his bad shoulder, but good God what velocity! Lemondrop Kid pulled the referee in the way of the spear, and now Kiebiech is unconscious on the canvas! Bickle is in a heap on top of him, half out himself, his shoulder in agonizing pain.

With the referee down, Ol' Salty is quick to raid the timekeeper's table of the NAPW Title belt. He tosses it to Lloyd Rees --- Rees waiting for Bickle to get back to his feet. Somehow Patrick is pulling himself up with his good left arm, Bickle waiting. Suddenly behind Rees is Evan Cartwright, who politely taps Lloyd on the shoulder. Lloyd turns around, then furious, tries to wipe out Evan with the belt! Cartwright ducks the shot and then German Suplexes Lloyd into the canvas. With the referee down, Evan Cartwright is the official in charge. Evan checks on Kiebiech, he's not moving. Evan rolls Dick to the side of the ring and then surveys the damage. His eyes land on the NAPW title belt. Tentatively, Evan picks the belt up. He holds it in his hands, eyes hungry. He stares at his reflection in the sixteen pounds of gold --- "MY BELT." Patrick Bickle whips Evan around, getting right in his face. "MY BELT." Evan gives a cocky little grin, but Bickle shoves him backwards and rips the belt out of his hands. "MY BELT." Cartwright shows a momentary flare of anger, then cools down as Bickle holds the belt close to his chest ...

And then without warning, Evan unleases a perfect uppercut on the Champion.

Toasty.

Bickle falls back to the canvas almost in slow-motion. And like that, Lloyd Rees is on top of Bickle, once again locking on the Conception Bay Chinlock. Once again it's cinched, in the middle of the ring, but Bickle doesn't seem to have much left after that beautiful, destructive uppercut from the Special Enforcer. Evan realizes Kiebiech is still out and gets down, asking Bickle if he quits. Bickle shouldn't have shoved Evan, but Evan should have kept his temper in check --- now it's too late! Bickle is reaching out for the ropes, reaching out, he's in so much pain ...

And then light leaves his eyes. Cartwright asks him one more time before realizing that the man has passed out from the hold and the pain. He checks an arm, there's nothing there. Evan Cartwright calls for the bell. He leans over the ropes to give Frank Warburton the official decision...

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been called. Lloyd Rees has caused Patrick Bickle to pass out in a submission hold... therefore, the winner of the match...

The crowd begins to boo as they realize, disbelieving, what they are hearing...

FRANK WARBURTON: And ONCE AGAIN NAPW CHAMPEEEEEEN! THE LEMONDROP KID! LLLLLLLLOYD RRRRRRRREEEEEEES!

BILL HEWSON: I don't believe it! Lloyd Rees is once again champion! He has beaten Patrick Bickle for the title... Evan Cartwright's uppercut sealed it!

JACK JONES: Patrick Bickle should never have laid his hands on Evan Cartwright! He got what he deserved, especially after he brutally attacked Dick Kiebiech! And we once again have a real champion!

BILL HEWSON: He didn't submit, Jones! Bickle never said I quit! Dammit, this isn't the way this match should have ended!

Ol' Salty is in the ring, raising Lloyd's arm high. Lloyd has the NAPW Title belt in his other hand, also holding it high. Then, Cartwright is in his face. Evan Cartwright face-to-face with the two-time NAPW Champion Lloyd Rees. "I want the next shot. You owe me that shot." Rees and Evan are trash-talking... will they come to blows?

Perhaps. But suddenly. A body flies into both of them. Patrick Bickle has tackled Lloyd Rees. He's up! He's conscious! He was out for several minutes but suddenly, he is a man possessed! Patrick Bickle wailing away on Lloyd or Evan, both of them! He doesn't care who his fists hit! "MY BELT." Ol' Salty drags Lloyd out of the ring, and then Bickle sends Evan over the top rope as well! Evan lands on his feet but chooses to back off. In the ring, Patrick Bickle has picked up the NAPW Title belt dropped by Lloyd in the fracas. "MY BELT." he screams, holding it up high. Bickle stands on the bottom rope and raises the belt up, shaking it, screaming spit at both Evan Cartwright & Lloyd Rees.

"MY BELT! MY BELT! MY BELT! MY BELT!"

Lights down.