NAPW ACTION!11/24/2006
The new team makes their entrance, but before they can even get introduced The Calgary Connection jump them from behind. Those cowardly Calgarians. The Hatchet and The Fixer jump JT Graham out of the ring, focusing on the big man Billy Mulcahy, "The Hardcore Disciple." Series of chops in the ropes, now it's time... for a Moe Green Special. BAM. The Hart Attack puts down the Hardcore Disciple, Calgary Connection could win this right now. That is, they could, if it wasn't for the fact that JT Graham was back on the apron! He springboards into the ring nailed a split-legged dropkick, one foot in the face of each member of CalCon. They get to their feet, only to turn around into a huge double clothesline from the risen Disciple. That wasn't an intentional turn of phrase, heh. Anyways. Now it's Disciple & Graham with The Hatchet, what's happening here? Mulcahy powerslams Hatchet down, and that leaves him open for ROLLING THUNDER from Grahama. POW. Hatchet rolls out of the ring groaning. Unfortunately that leaves his partner easy pickings. AXE BOMBER takes Fixer down once, and then... he finds himself lifted onto the shoulders of Billy Mulcahy. JT Graham is on the top rope. Flying clothesline connects! DOOMSDAY DEVICE, they call it the FALL FROM GRACE! Graham covers while Mulcahy stays between the pin and The Hatchet. It's one, two, three, and apparently we've got some redeemed Road Warriors in NAPW. The fans aren't quite sure what to do, some cheering, some reserved, but there's no discounting the impressive display the Christian Soldiers just put on in the ring. They move into next week's Tag Title Tournament with a win under their belts.
"The Angry American" Matthew Kurtis and his opponent Dio Muerte circle each other cautiously as the referee calls for the bell. They go in for a tie up, but Dio ducks under the larger man kicking him on the back of the thigh. Kurtis spins around and again tries to grab the much smaller Dio Muerte but is no match for his speed. Dio lands another hard kick to the thigh of "The Angry American" and Kurtis looks more mad than hurt. Kurtis tries for a wild round house punch but Dio slips under and nails a basement dropkick to the right knee of his opponent. Matthew limps away from Dio and the ski masked wrestler rushes him. In the blink of an eye Kurtis snaps off a spinning side slam that levels Muerte! Matthew Kurtis drops a big elbow across the chest of Muerte and goes for a cover. Dio kicks out at two and rolls to the outside to buy himself some time. Kurtis rolls out behind him and clubs him across the back with a heavy forearm shot. "The Angry American" grabs Dio and attempts to whip him into the steel ringpost only to have it reversed at the last second! The head of Kurtis bounces off of the unforgiving steel post and Dio takes advantage of his opening by rolling the huge man back into the ring. Muerte slips into the ring and Kurtis is already staggering back to his feet. Muerte grabs Kurtis and hooks him for his Demortalizer (Flipping DDT) finisher! Thinking quickly Matthew breaks the move by shoving Dio hard into the near corner! Kurtis tries to hit Dio with a big back elbow but again the smaller and quicker man ducks under and jabs a thumb into the big mans eye! Muerte pulls Kurtis out of the corner and drops him to mat with a drop toe hold! Muerte climbs quickly climbs up the turnbuckles and looks to be setting himself for a frogspalsh when Kurtis gets back to his feet. Undaunted Muerte takes flight anyway with an attempted double ax handle only to be caught in mid air buy Kurtis! Spinebuster! Muerte looks out of it but Kurtis pulls him up to his feet anyway only so that he can plant him... with the Bluegrass Bomb! What huge impact from the Wildcat, driving Muerte down to the canvas. The referee goes in for the count, one, two, three! "The Angry American Matthew Kurtis gets to his feet and celebrates as Dio Muerte somehow manages to roll himself to the outside of the ring and make a slow retareat over the guardrail and into the crowd.
Stone and the massive Kodiak start it off, an apparent mismatch based purely on the size of the two competitors. Stone calls for a...test of strength? Kodiak seems wary, but accepts. The moment their hands meet, Stone is behind him in a flash, laying a dropkick squarely between his shoulderblades. The blow leaves Kodiak clinching his back in pain, but before he can react he's catching a Pimp Slap to the back of his head. Big. Mistake. By Stone. Kodiak CRUSHES him with a back elbow, flooring him. Stone grabs his face, and narrowly back rolls out of the way of a stomp to the head that could have prematurely started Clint's singles career. Once up, it's Stone feeding the leg...ENZIGURI! Clint's trying a stick and move stategy, not at all a bad idea. He turns away from the fallen Kodiak, but looks back at him, sizing him up for a Mule Kick. Got it! Right to the gut- but wait! Kodiak has his leg! He hooks it, and gets right into his body! Reverse Capture Suxplex slams Stone down on his face! Kodiak now with a STOMP to Stone's fingers, my god it sounded like a twig snapping! Stone clutches his hand, moaning in pain, and can't defend himself from the big splash! Kodiak with the cover. One, Two, Stone kicks out, somehow squirming free beneath all that weight! Kodiak doesn't look too worried, and picks up the smaller man for an Irish Whip. It sends him flying over the turnbuckle and onto the apron. Stone drags himself up and starts to walk along the apron, seemingly helplessly towards his brother, who's yelling "WATCH OUT!". Why, you ask? Because here comes Kodiak with a clothesline! Stone DUCKS, and grabs the top rope, springing onto it, and nailing a sort of springboard DDT, HUGE impact! Stone needs to get over and tag Clint. He's crawling....crawling....Kodiak is at his corner....he makes the tag...but so does Stone! Here comes Clint, and Elektrio charges! SPEAR! Good GRIEF! Elektrio just got harpooned by Clint's amazing spear! (no homo) Clint's all fired up, he gets the crowd into the match as they pop big for his power move. Plus, Elektrio hasn't done much for the fans to love the guy. The cruiserweight Elektrio gets up slowly, and Clint is sizing him up...Shouldertackle is evaded, Elektrio hits a spinning heel kick instead! Clint catches a mouthful of boot, and that tastes NOTHING like chicken. The Staten Island native looks fairly irritated, and slams his fist right into Elektrio's sternum, effectively sending all the air from his lungs out into the venue right here in Regina, Saskatchewan! (Mick Foley smile and thumbs up) Elektrio stays on his feet somehow, but after a frame-rocking Samoan Drop, he probably wishes he didn't! Clint's up in an instant, and picks up Elektrio, looking to finish him off big time...Elektrio with a thumb to the eyes! Drops down! Low blow! Come on now! Kodiak is pissed, but Elektrio doesn't seem to care about winning. He'd just as soon get DQ'ed so he can get out of here with all of his internal organs still functioning! He shuffle sidekicks a kneeling Stone right in the kisser, and heads outside to pick up a steel chair! What the hell is this. Smythe is ordering him to put the chair down, but Elektrio says something not fit to be repeated, and pulls back for a BIG, BIG swing - Kodiak is in the ring, and he just grabbed the chair away! He's right in Elektrio's face, but neither one of them realized that Stone had jumped in to save his brother! Both Midnight Cowboys are up, and the Double Dropkick Elektrio right in the back, sending him crashing into Kodiak, who gets blasted in the face with the chair on impact and sails out of the ring! But it's about to get worse for Mr. cheat-and-bring-the-Chair-into-the-ring. It's time for the Staten Special! Stone flies through the air, and hits his flip neckbreaker as Stone slams 'Trio down with the full force of a spinebuster! The ref's hand slams down thrice, and this match is over! The Cowboys slap high five, give Papa Z a hug, and make their way to the locker room with a nice round of applause and cheers from the crowd. But Kodiak is stirring. And Elektrio is too. Kodiak gets back into the ring, I guess he's got no hard feelings after losing fair and square - LOW BLOW! Elektrio is becoming pretty damn good at cheap shotting people! Kodiak drops to the mat, clutching his manliness, and gets a stiff kick to put him prostrate. Elektrio climbs the ropes... Points to the fallen Kodiak.... And FLIES through the air! Swanton! Elektrio yells "That's what ya get for playing by the rules!" and storms out to boos from the Regina fans!
Wayne Wright, a man who has been in a bad way these past few...year, stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent. He's obviously antsy and ready to take on whatever this match might bring; jumping from foot to foot excitedly, clenching his fists and flexing his shoulders. Suddenly, Nickleback hits - How the hell did we wind up like this, why weren't we able? - and suddenly it's NIGHTMARE coming through the entrance and down the aisle! Wayne Wright gets a little pale, loses the spring in his step. Something tells me he wasn't ready for this! A few scattered groups of people in the crowd are cheering uproariously for Nightmare; the rest are more subdued but still positive. He gets in the ring, cracks his knuckles, and waits for Wayne Wright to come at him. Which he does! The bell rings and Wayne Wright launches right at Nightmare with a dropkick, which staggers the big man for a few steps, but he's still standing. Wright dusts himself off, and tries again, bouncing off the ropes and runs at Nightmare again, this time with a clothesline. It staggers Nightmare back a few more feet, but he still! Doesn't! Fall! Wayne Wright grunts angrily, then runs back, bounces off the rope and flies at Nightmare once again, this time with a cross body - but Nightmare CATCHES him and holds him there! Wayne Wright starts panicking, kicking and flailing, and Nightmare drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker! Wayne Wright gets up, knees buckling, and holding his back in pain. He finally gets his footing, then turns around ONLY TO GET A SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE FOR HIS TROUBLES! Wayne Wright FLIPS onto his back as Nightmare topples him, and things are looking bad for The Little Wrestler That Could. He gets up one more time, shaky but ninety degrees, staggers over to his opponent, and gives him a chop! Nightmare doesn't even budge, so he chops him again! And again! Wayne Wright just can't seem to chop this Nightmare tree down, but he goes one more time, Nightmare finally blocks it and OH GOD! Dreamcatcher! Nightmare goes up for the cover, and Wayne Wright is one, two, three times a loser tonight! Nightmare gets up and raises his hands to the crowd, whose reaction is a little warmer as he walks back up the ramp to a few high-fives from the braver audience members. Wayne Wright starts kicking and screaming in the ring, like a little boy who's just had his lunch money stolen; crying and sobbing, he lies on his back and wails in frustration. The music fades out and the crowd goes quiet as Wayne Wright gets up and starts flailing around the ring, flopping over the turnbuckles, falling to his knees, holding on to the referee for support, and screaming "WHY? Why does this always happen to ME??" The referee escorts an inconsolable Wayne Wright from the ring, as the crowd mumbles in confusion.
The fans are geared up for the big street fight.. that is until CAPTAIN BUZZKILL... I mean Commissioner Joseph Winchell III comes out. WINCHELL: So it has come to my attention that some NAPW rookie named Chris Rushmore has demanded a "hardcore rules match" tonight. Well I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen tonight. Or any night. I will not have the NAPW turn into another ECW wanna be, borderline Backyard wrestling federation. If you want to make it in my NAPW, you better damn well learn to wrestle. So Kamikaze. Rushmore, if either of you boys value your jobs, you better get in the ring and wrestle. Cause your match starts... NOW. Chris Kamikaze races to the ring, ready to wrestle. He keeps his eyes glued to the entrance. Only problem? Chris Rushmore comes in through the crowd, and lays a Singapore Cane shot to the back of Kamikaze's head. Referee Morgan Smythe is quick to remove the weapon, and calls for the bell. Rushmore quickly takes his advantage, and lays a stiff boot to the back of Kamikaze's head. He picks up the daredevil, and sets him up for a piledriver.. no! Back body drop from Kamikaze, and he hits the ropes for a springboard leg drop... okay he slips a bit.... wait a second, ... he regains his balance ... and HITS THE MOVE! ... Barely. Rushmore started to move, and Kamikaze didn't get all of it. He tries for the pin though... One... Two... Rushmore kicks out! Hardcore Chris gets to his feet, where Daredevil Chris is waiting with a flurry of chops! A vicious barrage! Kick to the gut, and he's going for a swinging DDT... NO! Rushmore just tosses Kamikaze across the ring! Kamikaze lands in a heap, and Rushmore grabs Kamikaze by the hair, dragging him to a sitting position... Rushmore now starts to claw at the face and eyes of Kamikaze! Referee Smythe reminding the competitors that there are RULES to this match. Rushmore looks unimpressed, but he releases the hold. He drags Kamikaze to the ropes, and starts to choke the man out with them. Smythe starts the five count. Rushmore breaks on four and a half. Now Rushmore starts to argue with Smythe, allowing Kamikaze to get his wind back. Rushmore turns around and gets kicked in the gut! And Kamikaze lifts him up for... Torpedo Bomb! It's Rushmore's turn to fly! All Kamikaze has to do is cover! But that wouldn't be cool, would it? He climbs to the top rope! The fans are on their feet, in anticipation of a huge high flying move! Kamikaze leaps... SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! OMG!!! WTF!! LOL!!! You see there is a cardinal rule when it comes to the Shooting Star Press. It was best explained to me by PWA Cruiserweight Champion Marky Mark. When doing the SSP, you push up... AND OUT. Kamikaze only jumped up. And he crashes down. Onto the top turnbuckle. You can hear the groans in the cheap seats. Kamikaze slides off the turnbuckle and crumples onto the mat. Rushmore is up. He drags Kamikaze to his feet, gives him a disgusted look, pushes him against the rope... Kamikaze pretty much falls forwards... into the HEAD RUSH! Kamikaze is out, and Rushmore goes for the pin... ONE TWO THREE! The fans don't have time to boo or cheer , cause Rushmore has retrieved his Singapore cane, and just lays into Kamikaze! Smythe finally manages to break things up. Rushmore grabs the mic. RUSHMORE: Hey Winchell. You think you can stop Hardcore with a few words, or an executive order? I got news for you! Hardcore is a way of life. It's MY WAY OF LIFE! And I won't stop being who I am, just because you're too squeamish to handle it! Disrespect for authority? Hey, the fans love that! Nice pop from the crowd as we head for commercial.
The Television Champion, Jeff James and "Sick" Billy Kryenik stand in the ring. The crowd is already hot for this match up, and are cheering both men. Saki, at ringside... looking a little worse for wear. Strange. In the ring, James turns and gives the audience a loud piece of his mind, and smirks at the boos he gets in return. Then, surprisingly, he turns and offers a handshake to a stunned Kryenik. SBK slowly, tentatively, accepts the shake; clearly expecting a lowblow at any second, but it doesn't come. Senior Referee John Sharplin signals the start of the match, and there's the bell! SBK and James meet at the center of the ring and lock up. Kryenik has the early advantage, locking up for a HARD belly-to-belly suplex. Sick Billy hits the ropes to follow up, not giving his opponent any time to recorver... Springboard Elbow... but no one's home! Jeff James rolls out of harm's way, jumps to his feet, and Dropkicks SBK hard in the back. Kryenick winces, but stumbles to his feet, just as James does... and we're back to square one, again. The crowd cheers the early flurry of offence, as both men circle one another, looking for an opening. Another lock up. Again it looks like Kryenik has the advantage... but a punch to the kidneys gives the edge to the TV Champion! He hooks the head... and Side Effect! SBK is left lying in the ring, twitching! James turns and sneers at the audience, and signals... he's going for that SICK standing moonsault double knee-drop! Wait! SBK kips up and rushes the ropes! James doesn't notice... moonsault! But no one's home! He crashes to the mat on his knees, the surprise on his face priceless... KISS OF BABYLON SUPERKICK! HOLY HELL! The fans EXPLODE! James' head may as well have just FLOWN into the fifth row! SBK with the PIN! One! TWO! THRRRRKickout! The crowd is getting stoked, as SBK pulls the limp James to his feet. Kryenik points at the corner, and then WHIPS the Television Champion into the turnbuckles! He soars after the Champ... LARIAT in the corner! JJ COLLAPSES into Kryenik's waiting arms, and SBK hauls James up onto the top rope! Is he going to hit... YES! HOT SALVATION! The crowd POPS! And another pin! One! Two! Kickout at two! Saki, at ringside, begins hitting the apron to try and build up some support for his floundering client! He winces with every beat, but it seems to be working! The crowd claps along, trying to stoke up Jeff James, and keep the match alive! SBK, heedless, turns over JJ and sticks a knee in his back... THE HALO! SBK CRANKS back on the hold, shouting "TAP!" The crowd begins shouting back "Please don't tap! Please don't tap!" and James, amazingly, painfully spits out "SHUT THE HELL UP!" to the crowd! He begins struggling towards the ropes, reaching out gingerly as Sharplin asks him if he gives up... but then Kryenik just RELEASES the hold... and drops an elbow right on the TV Champion's spine! James cries out, and Sick Billy grabs him by the hair and HAULS him up... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK! It's time for the DRY LAKE! SBK struggles to pull up Jeff James... BACK BODY DROP! SBK goes SKIPPING across the ring, and the CROWD POPS HUGE! Kryenik recovers fast, angrily turning... into a RUNNING LARIAT! Both men crash to the ring... but Jeff James kips up! Moonsault! DOUBLE KNEE-DROP! The crowd pops AGAIN! James with the pin! One! Only one! Unperturbed, the Television Champion pulls Sick Billy to his feet, hits the ropes... JUMPING SUPERKICK! Kryenik spits, and CRASHES to the ring! ANOTHER pin! One! Two! Kickout at two! Kryenik is in DANGER here... and Jeff James KNOWS it! He LEAPS up the top rope! Sick Billy is dazed... but the wily veteran skills take over! He quickly scrambles to his feet, expecting, perhaps, the Shooting Star Legdrop... but NO! James off the top! OVERCASTLE! THE CROWD IS ON IT'S FEET! AND THE PIN! One! TWO! THHHHHRRRRNNOOOOOOO! Sick Billy Kryenik JUST kicks out! James CAN'T BELIEVE IT! He rises and angrily shouts at Sharplin that it was, indeed, THREE, but the ref is adamant! Sick Billy is UP! TURN AROUND JAMES! ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! AND A PIN! ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! The crowd HASN'T SAT DOWN! Sick Billy pulls James back up! UNDERHOOK! THE DRY LAKE! NO! WAIT! Jeff James POWERS SBK over! A PIN WITH THE BRIDGE! ONE! And now SICK BILLY POWERS OUT! He rolls through, trying to get to his feet... but LOSES the hold! SNAP headlock takedown from the Champion, and he AGAIN leaps to the top rope! He's calling for the SHOOTING STAR LEGDROP! But AGAIN SBK is ON HIS FEET! Kryenik hits the corner and James GROINS himself on the top rope! SBK clambers up... and STARTS FIGHTING FOR THE UNDERHOOK! TOP ROPE DRY LAKE!? The crowd is chanting "THIS MATCH ROCKS! THIS MATCH ROCKS!" Sick Billy is FIGHTING with Jeff James! The Television Champion refuses to get set-up... a punch to the gut! Again! SBK doubles over! Jeff James hooks up.... C4! TOP ROPE C4! JEFF JAMES HITS... THE MAT! HARD! KRYENIK GOT LOSE! SBK STILL UPSTAIRS! TOP ROPE SENTON BOMB! AND THE PIN! ONE! TWO! THREE! Sick Billy Kryenik has STOLEN THE MATCH... AND POSSIBLY THE SHOW! The crowd is GOING NUTS! Sick Billy Kryenik hits a corner turnbuckle, and BASKS in the cheers! Saki helps Jeff James to his feet in the middle of the ring, handing him his TV Title Belt... and the Television Champion shucks him off angrily. SBK hops down from the turnbuckle and turns... to find himself FACE TO FACE with a RED FACED Jeff James! There's an intense moment... and then KRYENIK offers a handshake! James accepts with a curt nod and the crowd POPS! The Television Champion might be angry about the loss... but there's RESPECT in that ring. I have a feeling we'll see these two in the squared circle again... and what a match it'll be!
Royal Foundation already in the ring when SAD make an entrance. They receive something unusual, a small amount of cheers. The Drunks of course, are wrestling a normal match - they can be DQed. NO SUPERSTAR RULES. The Foundation are wrestling under NO DQ, NO COUNTOUT rules as per the order of Commissioner Winchell. He's had his problems with the SAD lately, particularly since the Man In Black seems to be taking a particular interest in SAD's matches for the past few weeks... SAD hit the ring and The Foundation are all over them. Prince Darko, Thomas Young, heck, even their manager Mr. B gets some licks in. It's not as though he'll get his team disqualified, yah? Boot-stomping begins, SAD are in trouble here. Darko & Young pounding the hell out of Sir Thomas Deathrow, NAPW's Superstar. These stipulations are crap and the fans here know it, chanting "Bull-shit" loudly. Stomping is done, new plan: Divide and conquer. Young & Mr. B hold the arms of Deathrow so the PRINCE Darko can slap the taste out of his mouth --- THE ROYAL FAMILY JEWELS. Deathrow got his dirty-ass boot up into the crotch of Darko. He fights his arms loose, slugging Young, then grabbing Mr. B by the lapels. The manager is shaking his head, NO... Deathrow hooks his head! Here comes KKP, he grabs the legs... THE HANGOVER! Collective "UGH" from the crowd as Mr. B goes limp, leg twitching. Deathrow wipes some blood off of his lip, he's got an ugly expression on his face. But here comes Thomas Young into the ring with a steel chair! Young blasts KKP down, then nails Deathrow. The Superstar stumbles, but just like Cactus Jack, he doesn't go down. He turns around to face Young, telling him to "(BLEEP)IN' DO THAT (BLEEP) AGAIN, MOTHER(BLEEP)ER!" Young raises the chair again, like a sucker, and Deathrow kicks him in the gut. DEATHROW DRIVER --- Prince Darko breaks that up with an STO! The Royal Effect, there's a cover, Deathrow kicks out at two. Darko hooks the man up for a Zamunda Driver, and it's KKP's turn to break the thing up with a big running boot into the face of Darko, taking the Prince down. Thomas Young gets behind Krusty Kid Paul, and HE locks on the Royal Clutch... wait a minute, that's not the Royal Clutch, he's got a length of wire, using it to choke the life out of Krusty Kid Paul. Mr. B has just slid into the ring a garbage can. Prince Darko gets his hands on it, brings it DOWN on top of Deathrow's head. And again, denting the damn thing. Darko drops the garbage can and front-face locks Deathrow. He lifts him up... and brings him down with a brainbuster after holding him up there, right onto the dented trash can. Cover again, one, two, kick-out. Deathrow has been known to get up from a ton of punishment, and Darko calls Thomas Young over. Young leaves a half-conscious Krusty Kid to come over for some damage. Young sets Deathrow up, draping the man by the throat and armpits over the top rope. Prince Darko hits the ropes and comes running, leap-frogging his partner to deliver a knee to the back of Deathrow's head. Good God, that one must have hurt. The Prince takes a moment to let his subjects bask in his glow. They didn't get the memo apparently, booing him harshly. Darko's temper flares, and he grabs Deathrow for ROYALTY. Nails it! Cover gets one, two, thre--- KICK OUT! Darko's eyes bug wide, he can't believe it. Thomas Deathrow kicked out of his signature maneuver. This is a man who has been in a TaiPei DeathMatch, the only man to kick out of Kryenik's "Dry Lake" ever. Deathrow won't go down easily at all. Prince Darko yells to Mr. B to get some more plunda into the ring. A couple more garbage cans get thrown in, along with a steel chair for good measure. Young brings a trash can down onto Krusty Kid Paul to keep him down, but it's Darko with the plan. He gets Mr. B to hold onto a chair. Full nelson on Deathrow by Prince Darko... and Young hits the ropes! Mr. B has the chair in front of Deathrow's face, it's going to be a hardcore ROYALLY DONE --- DUCKED. Oh no! Thomas Young's big boot not only hit Darko, it kicked the chair into Darko's face! Young stunned, and then Deathrow gets him in the gut. Deathrow Driver --- Mr. B jumps on Deathrow's back. Deathrow, like swatting an annoying fly, flips Mr. B over his head onto the canvas. DDT puts Young down instead, and now Deathrow goes over to his partner Krusty Kid Paul. Paul's throat is cut up and raw from the wire, that was a number Young did on him. Deathrow looks pissed now. He grabs the garbage can. Mr. B is getting up here... Deathrow shoves the can over his head. Mr. B wandering around, sightless, and Deathrow grabs a handy steel chair. The referee suddenly reminds Deathrow that if Deathrow uses the chair, he will be disqualified and lose this match. Thomas looks uncertain... but damned if he's going to LOSE to the Royal Foundation. Tommy sends the chair away and then drop toe-holds the canned Mr. B to the canvas! And then... he sticks his hand down his pants. Thomas Young is getting up... and for his efforts, he receives the SWEATY BALL CLAW in his face. It's not illegal, but it sure is disgusting. Thomas Young is fading... fading... Prince Darko grabs Deathrow from behind, he's finally back into this. Deathrow's trick knee acts up and catches Darko between the legs! Deathrow turns his attention to Darko, and FINALLY --- HERE IT IS! DEATHROW DRIVER! IT HITS! THIS IS GOING TO BE IT --- Wait just a damned minute, who is that at ringside? It's Eli Potts, a man who hasn't been seen in an NAPW arena for months. He's the manager of Kenny "The Colossal" Krenshov though... Thomas Young is not a fan of his, he's looking at Potts with a mingled expression of horror/confusion. Deathrow goes for a cover, one, two, Young regains his mind in time to break it up. Darko is out of this one after that Deathrow Driver, he's out, only Young's last minute save prevented the three count. Deathrow fighting a one-man war tonight, and now it's Deathrow Driver time for Young! This one's over WHAT THE HELL? That IS KENNY KRENSHOV! THE BIG MAN JUST HIT THE RING! Deathrow going for the Driver but NO --- KRENSHOV LEVELS HIM WITH A RUNNING BOOT! Holy SHIT! Why is Krenshov helping the Foundation? Krenshov grabs Thomas Deathrow, what the hell is this... he lays into Deathrow with brutal, heavy hammer blows and then hooks him. Is it going to be? It IS! Total Eclipse ONTO A STEEL CHAIR. Good God. Krenshov pops up, roaring, then roughly tosses Prince Darko on top of Deathrow. KKP is trying to get there, but he's been injured badly... and can't stop the three count. Royal Foundation win... and give the assist to Kenny Krenshov, their former foe. Krenshov raises the arms of both members of the Foundation. Young & Darko look surprised, shocked. Nobody informed them that Krenshov is joining the Foundation... oh wait, no he isn't. Good God. He just knocked Darko & Young's heads together. Darko gets gorilla pressed --- and sent to the floor on top of Mr. B! As for Thomas Young, the man who beat Krenshov before framing the man to get out of the rematch... and he's going down. He gets hoisted up, and then brought DOWN by the Total Eclipse. Thomas Young is out, that's a thirty count... but hot damn. Krenshov isn't done. He pulls Young up, the guy can barely stand... and does it AGAIN. TWO TOTAL ECLIPSES. Kenny Krenshov has returned and utterly decimated the ring, but the big question is: Why did he cost SAD the match? We get our answer as Joseph Winchell III slides into the ring, grabbing a mic and spitting in Deathrow's face. "YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE IT OVER ON ME, DID YOU? YOU AND YOUR LITTLE LIFE PARTNER, PLAYING HEAD GAMES WITH ME? Well Deathrow --- I got ME an ally as well! NAPW! Allow me to REINTRODUCE YOU TO THE STRONGEST --- TOUGHEST --- SMARTEST --- AND MOST DOMINATING MAN IN NAPW HISTORY... Ladies and gentlemen, GET ON YOUR DAMN FEET FOR "THE COLOSSAL" KENNY KRENSHOV!" The crowd begins to roar with boos as the truth is revealed. Krenshov meanwhile merely smirks, flexing his muscles for intimidation as Eli Pots claps. Winchell then looks down at the SAD, who are apparently now two of his least favorite people. "And Deathrow... PAUL... I'll see you two on TUESDAY NIGHT FIGHTS! And if you don't show up, then you're FIRED! WHERE'S YOUR MAN IN BLACK NOW, DEATHROW? HUH? WHERE IS HE NOW? I'LL SHOW YOU! KRENSHOV --- DO IT AGAIN!" Krenshov shrugs, quite pleased to simply DESTROY. DESTROY. DESTROY. He picks up Thomas Deathrow while Joseph Winchell puts a choke on Krusty Kid Paul. He lifts the man up. Holds him. Holds him. And then... Well. Total Eclipse. The sun may as well have gone out permanently for the SAD and all NAPW wrestlers, because Kenny Krenshov is BACK... and out to hurt, maim, injured, destroy. And he's on the side of the owner.
Show over.
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