TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.
11/28/2006
Fade in.
"Hold On! I'm Coming!" hits the sound system, and Tuesday Night Fights is officially underway! "PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT explodes from the curtains!
BILL HEWSON: Welcome everyone to NAPW Tuesday Night Fights! We are live from the Saskatoon, Saskatchewan tonight! Two title matches tonight - Chris Casino challenges Simply Beautiful for the Pure Honor title, and in our main event, Lloyd Rees! Patrick Bickle! STEEL CAGE NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! But right now, it's a match to determine the #1 contender to that NAPW Championship... and a mixed reaction from the crowd! Half our fans want to cheer, and half of them want to boo!
JACK JONES: I don't know who would want to boo Perfection, Bill Hewson! Cartwright is one of the best the NAPW has, and he DESERVES to walk out of here with a title shot!
Cartwright smirks and makes his way to the ring, making it clear to everyone that he intends to walk out the Number One Contender for the NAPW Championship. He poses on the top rope as Frank Warburton clears his throat.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Cairo, Illinois and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED, TWENTY two and ONE QUARTER pounds... he is PERFECTIONNNN... EVAAAAAAN CAAAARTWRIGHT!
Four cellos announce his arrival, and the crowd pops as perennial favourite RAVAGER steps out of the back. The hitman barely acknowledges the crowd as he starts making his way to the ring, business - as always - foremost in his thoughts.
BILL HEWSON: Ravager has an uphill fight in store tonight. He needs to be focused on his opponent, but I think his recent run-ins with The Plague might still be fresh in Ravager's mind.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TEN pounds... he is the MAN! CALLED! RAAAAAVAAAAGEEEEER!
Ravager slides into the ring and IMMEDIATELY he and Catwright begin exchanging words. Evan smirks, and Ravager scowls... and THERE'S THE BELL! This match is underway, and the crowd is already pumped to see it!
And there's the lockup. Both men, fairly evenly matched, struggle for supremacy... and it's Ravager who locks up... SPINNING FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX! What a way to start the match! Evan Cartwright clutches at his back, and scrambles to a corner to escape from Ravager, but the shooter is right behind him! Ravager pulls Perfection back to his feet... SNAP SUPLEX! Cartwright again tries to scramble away, shaking his head, making it to the opposite corner and clinging to the bottom rope to start pulling himself up... and then it clearly dawns on him where exactly he is... SILENCER! Cartwright is being KILLED, and the crowd is LOVING IT! Ravager drags the limp Evan Cartwright to the middle of the ring, and there's the pin! One! Two! Kickout at two. Ravager is unperturbed. He's out to prove that he's deserving of that number one contender spot. He hauls a shaky Cartwright to his feet and... OH MY! He's looking to END THIS MATCH BIG! Ravager is calling for INSTANT KARMA and the crowd POPS HUGE! He goes to cinch up... and get's a POKE IN THE EYE for his trouble! Junior Referee Morgan Smythe apparently didn't catch it, and the crowd boos Perfection for the cheap shot.
Evan Cartwright staggers backward as Ravager rubs at his smarting eye, trying to catch his breath. Ravager recovers quick, turns, and charges at Perfection...PERFECT UPPERCUT! Ravager REELS, and Cartwright explodes forward with a desperate forearm smash! Ravager spills and Cartwright KIPS up to a pop from the fans! He gives Ravager a few stomps to keep him down, then hits the ropes... ASAI MOONSAULT! And a PIN! One! Two! And now it's Ravager who kicks out at two! Perfection Evan Cartwright rises quickly, and drops an elbow on Ravager... then another. He then reaches down, pulls up the dazed hitman... SAMBO SUPLEX! And another cover! One! Only one. Cartwright glares at Smythe who repeats "One!" and pulls Ravager back up. Cartwright, now firmly on the offensive, whips Ravager to the ropes... rebound... SUPERKICK!! HOLY HELL! Ravager's head snaps back and he collapses like a badly played Jenga game! And now Cartwright hits the ropes... and NAILS the big rebound elbow drop! Another cover! One! TWO! THHHHRRRNOOOO... Ravager JUST kicks out! Again Cartwright curses and glares at Smythe, who again reasserts her call.
Ravager is desperately trying to regain his footing, and perhaps some momentum, but Perfection Evan Cartwright is in control, and isn't letting up. He grabs hold of Ravager and whips him to the ropes again, then bends down for the back body drop... and gets KICKED RIGHT IN THE HEAD! Cartwright SPILLS and Ravager staggers to the ropes, desperate for a moment of respite! But that moment isn't coming yet! Evan Cartwright, back on his feet, lands a kick on the back of Ravager's knee, dropping the Number One Contender to the second rope... and then he sticks a knee in the back of Ravagers neck and starts CHOKING him on the rope! He scores some MAJOR HEAT from the fans and Referee Morgan Smythe angrily shouts at Cartwright to release the hold! She starts counting down from five and at ONE, Cartwright lets the hitman drop. Cartwright smirks as Ravager clutches at his neck and tries to rise... good lord, he's made a good showing and he might just have this match WON. But Evan Cartwright isn't satisfied... he doesn't just want to win... he wants to SHOW UP the Number One Contender! He locks up Ravager from behind! DRAGON SUPLEX!?
NO!
Ravager with a reverse HEADBUTT! The crowd POPS! Cartwright's rattled... AGAIN! And now Cartwright's legs get wobbly! Another pop from the crowd... and a THIRD headbutt sends Evan Carwright reeling, and Ravager drops to one knee, trying to regain some stamina!
Evan Cartwright angrily checks his nose for blood, and spits on the mat. His eyes FLASH and he CHARGES at Ravager, who turns... and CATCHES Cartwright... POWERSLAM! Ravager, chest heaving, drops a knee on Perfection's head, then steps over and grabs one of Cartwright's feet... THE GAROTTE! IT'S LOCKED IN! The crowd rises to it's FEET! Cartwright flails... and CATCHES THE ROPE! Smythe shouts at Ravager to release the hold, and now HE'S the one holding on! The referee starts her countdown and, again, at ONE, Ravager lets go... and the damage is DONE! Cartwright hangs from the bottom rope, a glazed look in his eye, and now Ravager is on the offensive! He grabs Evan Cartwright and pulls him up... hooks up... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Ravager floats over... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! He floats over AGAIN! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! HOLY HELL! AND THE BRIDGE!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
The crowd is going BANANAS! Evan Cartwright may very well have just SPENT himself on that kickout! Ravager doesn't even look perterbed! He pulls Perfection up... HAULS him into the vertical suplex position... SWINGS AROUND TO THE TURNBUCKLE!! OMGWTF!!! INSTANT KARMA!! The fans EXPLODE! EVAN CARTWRIGHT MAY BE DEAD!!! Ravager smiles a sick smile and takes a step toward his KO'd opponent...
Lights.
OUT.
"WA-AH-AH-AH!"
The lights come back up! What's going on here!? Ravager is suddenly tense, expecting an attack from any side But The Plague is no where to be seen! The crowd starts chanting "Win the match! Win the match!" Ravager snarls at the vacant ring entrance then begins to turCARTWRIGHT! He's SPRUNG TO LIFE! He locks up the full-nelson... DRAGON SUPLEX WITH THE BRIDGE!!
ONE!
TWO!
ROPEBREAK!
SOMEHOW, RAVAGER CAUGHT THE ROPE!
Evan attempting to use Ravager's finisher to end the match... despite the kick-out, Cartwright isn't willing to let up! He's determined to win this! Ravager is still fresh, though! Both men begin exchanging STIFF chops! Clouds of SWEAT erupt after each shot! The crowd's "Whooos" quickly become "Ooooohs" as Ravager's pale chest turns RED... but the hitman has the upper hand! He lands a series of chops in succession... then PLANTS Cartwright with a DEEP IMPACT DDT! He turns over the limp Evan Cartwright with a foot...
And THE PLAGUE steps out into the entrance way... and RIGHT into Ravager's line of sight!
The fans' CHEERS turn to JEERS as the former NAPW Champion storms down at the ring. Ravager steps over Cartwright, ready for everything --- and then Evan, ever the opportunist, nails a LOW BLOW. EVAN CARTWRIGHT WITH THE WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! Ravager's head impacts the canvas hard. No boston crab, Evan quickly makes a pin, hooking the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your WINNER... and the NEEEEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP! PERFECTIONNNN... EVAAAAAAN CAAAARTWRIGHT!
BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! WHAT JUST HAPPENED THERE!?
JACK JONES: I'll TELL you what just happened, Hewson! We just got ourselves a NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
BILL HEWSON: But it was that damn PLAGUE! If he hadn't shown up, Ravager would still have his title shot! RAVAGER WAS SCREWED, DAMN IT!
JACK JONES: Maybe if Ravager had been focused on the MATCH, he could have won. Plague didn't attack him ---
BILL HEWSON: I'm sure his intentions were golden, right Jones?
Across the ring another story plays out. Ravager is on the outside, holding his head, looking up the aisle. Plague has disappeared. But the expression on Ravager's face...
Bloody murder.
The crowd instantly boos when AK's "Royal Foundation" comes over the speakers, signalling the entrance of the Royal Foundation, with Mr. B by their side. Thomas Young leads the way, shouting at the Saskatoon fans who aren't too enamored with the Royals. Prince Darko of Zamunda doesn't seem to care about the reaction, and just heads down to the ring, head arrogantly titled up with a smirk on his face.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Zamunda and Hollywood, Florida, respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-five pounds, Prince Darko and Thomas Young, the ROOOYAALLLL FOUUNNNNDAAATIIOONNN!
"Driver's High" hits, and gives the fans something to cheer about. The NAPW's newest tag team, Dez Carter and North T. Gunderson, head on down to the ring, all business. ONce they get inside, the Royals bail to the outside, and high five. Asuka glares at Mr. B, and gives Dez a hug and peck on the cheek to a Dez, who tries to shrug her off.
FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Denver Colorado, and weighing in at four hundred and forty-four pounds, the team of DEZZZZ CAAAARTEEERRR and NORTH! T! GUUUUUUNNNNDERSSOONNNN!
The action begins, and it's Dez Carter squaring off with Thomas Young. Dez starts it off with a hard right hand to the head, and Young staggers back. Dez looks confused...looks at the ref...and his closed fist...and then at Young, who looks like he just had a piano dropped on him. Suddenly, Dez remembers that this isn't at Pure Honor match, and follows up his punch with a roundhouse kick that floors Thomas Young, who quickly bounces up, just to catch another one, square in the kisser. Dez shoots Young to his team's corner, and flies in with an elbow smash that crumples him to the mat. Quick tag to North, who works Thomas over in the corner with kicks and chops. A snapmare follows, and North hits a dropkick to the back of the head. He covers, but only gets one and half before Thomas powers out. Both men are on their feet now, and North slams a forearm into Young's head, who answers with a thumb to the eye! The crowd boos as North clutches his eyes, and Young bounces off the ropes and nails a Big Boot. North is down, and Thomas has taken control. He Garvin Stomps Young all over, like he was trying to make him part of the mat! To the shoulder, the elbow, the knee, the ankle, and then all over his chest and abdomen. Young yells at the crowd, and delivers a final one right it the FACE of North. Snap leg drop by North, and he sends him flying into his corner with a hard irish whip. North slams into it back first, and Darko quickly grabs him and hammers him across the throat with a forearm smash. Referee John Sharplin breaks it up, and get's in Darko's face. "I didn't do anything!", Darko claims, and Sharplin has his back to the action. That's when North gets low-blowed by Young! That should be a DQ, but instead North is layed out and trapped in the wrong part of town, the Royal Foundation's corner!
Darko gets tagged in, and hops over the top rope with a slingshot leg drop! Nice move! He picks North up, slams him into the corner, and blasts him with a hard overhand right, sending him to a knee. North battles back, grabbing the middle ropes and kicking Darko in the gut, but Young from behind punches him square in the back of the head. Young comes in, untagged, and starts laying waste to North! Look out, Royal Reverse! Dez rushes in, and but Sharplin cuts him off! Bam! Royal STO! North is in big trouble, and Dez pushes past Sharplin! Sharplin grabs his arm, and threatens to DQ if he doesn't head back to his corner, which Carter begrudingly does. Young gets tagged back in, and scoop slams North! Cover! ONE...TWO.....THRE-NOPE! North with a kickout! Young looks aggravated, and tags in Darko, who goes to slingshot OVER Young! He MISSED a leg drop attempt, and North is crawling over to his corner, but stops halfway...because Darko is grabbing his foot! North tries to shake free...but can't! With all his energy, he pushes up and kicks Darko right in the face with his free foot! North scrambles forward, and tags in Dez!
HOUSE. A. FAAAARRRRR! Dez drops Darko with a Palm strike to the forehead! Young rolls in, and gets laid out with Japanese lariat! Young gets up, woozy, and gets hit with a lariat right over the top rope! North is calling for Dez to pick up Darko, and Dez does, right after he lays him out with a another lariat! Sharplin has lost ALL control! Mr. B comes charging in, and Asuka meets him in the middle of the ring! SPEAR! SPEAR! Asuka just speared the CRAP right outta Mr. B, and he rolls over to the outside. Asuka follows after him, and the crowd is going ballistic! Dez smiles and tags in North, who's envigorated by the cheers! He heads up top, and rocks Darko's world with a Top Rope Clothesline! Cover now! ONE! TWO! THREE?
NOPE!, Young comes back in, lays out both with big boots to head, and Darko is saved. Dez starts to hammer Young with everything he's got, and the two fight it out to the floor. Sharplin is trying to get them back in the ring, he doesn't see Prince Darko go into his tights and pull out a chain! He wraps it around his fist and THUD! Right off of North T. Gunderson's skull! Darko removes the evidence, and covers as Dez hits a Tiger Suplex on the outside, not seeing what's going on in the ring!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, THE ROOOYYYAAALLLL FOUUUUNNNDAAATIIONNNN!
Their music hits, and Darko pulls Asuka off of Mr. B and gets his manager to his feet. Young is dazed, but high fives his partner and the finalists in the title shot tourney head on out to the locker room as Dez Carter tends to North. Disappointing loss for North & Dez tonight... what will their next move be?
"Notorious" by Notorious B.I.G begins booming and the crowd erupts in jeers. "Notorious" Shayne Williams follows behind and causes the crowd to boo even louder as he spits at them. They make their way into the ring and Kisei Mashiin simply waits for his opponent...
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! From Paducah, Kentucky..."The Show" Chad Kurtis!
"Cocky" by Kid Rock replaces the previous tune and "The Show" Chad Kurtis blasts through the curtains, he begins sprinting toward the ring, he quickly slides in and the bell rings!
Hard right hand by Chad Kurtis to start the match, it catches Kisei off guard and sends him reeling into his corner, he follows up with a stiff kick to the chest.
Kisei tries to attack but he gets met with a brutal clothesline! Cover gets two. Mashiin picks himself up in the middle of the ring... Kurtis off the ropes! Chad Kurtis nails Mashiin with a Springboard Forearm Smash! Kurtis lifts him back to his feet... CK Finale! Cover! One! Two! Three! This man is FIRED up, that may have been the shortest match in NAPW history!
Chad Kurtis' music hits the speakers yet he doesn't celebrate, yells at ringside for a mic. Once given his demands he begins to speak
CHAD KURTIS: Kurt Castle! I just demolished Kisei Mashiin and I see nothing stopping me from making this proposal. Kurt Castle, I want you to get your ass out here right now! For a man of my standards shouldn't have to wait to kick your ass! Oh, and my name is CHAD KURTIS and I approve this ASS-WHUPPING!
The moment Chad Kurtis finishes his words he drops the mic and gets into a fighting stance, "Releasing the Demons" by Godsmack quickly fills the arena. The crowd begins to boo and "The Devastator" Kurt Castle makes his way through the curtains. He walks at a medium pace simply laughing at Chad Kurtis, arrogant as all get-out. Castle slides in the ring and Chad tries to attack, Referee Morgan Smythe prevents him from attacking and Frank Warburton takes the mic.
FRANK WARBURTON: This match will be for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred pounds from Rochester, New York... "The Devastator" Kurt Castle!
Kurt Castle tries to get the fans on his side but only gets jeered.
FRANK WARBURTON: And introducing second, the man I introduced less that three minutes ago... He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds from Paducah, Kentucky... "The Show" Chad Kurtis!
The moment Frank Warburton stops speaking Chad Kurtis jolts from his position and rushes Kurt Castle, Morgan Smythe calls for the bell
Kurtis goes for a flying forearm but it's easily dodged by Kurt Castle. Kurtis, being the quicker man simply lands on his feet and in one motion spins around and hits a running neck breaker on Castle. Early cover! One! Two! Easy Kickout! Kurt Castle still full of stamina jumps to his feet but is greeted by a hard fist from Chad Kurtis. Chad then blasts him with another right hand but Kurt Castle retaliates with a devastating fist to the temple. Chad Kurtis stumbles holding his head, Kurt Castle grabs him... wait! Kurtis gets a boot to the gut! Hard DDT by Chad Kurtis, but no pin... he proceeds to mount Kurt Castle and deliver a flurry of rights and lefts. Eventually Morgan forces him to stop but a now angry Kurt Castle simply pushes him off. Kurt gets to his feet and delivers a deadly knee to the ribs of Chad Kurtis, he follows up with a clubbing forearm to the spine that nearly sends Chad Kurtis into convulsions. He grabs a handful of hair and easily lifts Chad to his feet... Belly to Belly Suplex! Kurt Castle makes his way over to a downed Chad Kurtis and nearly stomps his head in. He grabs him once again and lifts him up... Another Belly to Belly sends "The Show" flying across the ring. He crashes down like a ragdoll. Kurt Castle lifts him up once again. He's setting up for another Belly to Belly --- Desperation headbutt! Kurt Castle is reeling backwards! Flying Shoulder Tackle by Chad Kurtis! Chad lays into him with a few stops, he looks around for a moment and then hits the BME! BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER! Pin! ONE!! TWO!! THR...Kickout! "The Show" doesn't seem too happy... he begins to pound on Kurt Castle, deadly forearms to the face and another cover. One! Two! Kickout! Chad lifts Kurt to his feet and sends him into the corner with an Irish Whip, he leaps up for a Cross Body - Caught! Castle turns around and faces the corner... Fallaway Slam! Cover! One! Two! Th--- kick out. Kurt Castle simply sighs and lifts Chad Kurtis to his feet, a hard knife edge chop sends Chad into the ropes. Another! Another! And Yes... One more! Chad is screaming in pain, then he's irish whipped to the other side of the ring. Kurt lifts his leg for a big boot... Low Drop Kick by Chad Kurtis to Kurt's leg! "The Devastator" crashes down face first!
Chad scrambles off the floor and covers Kurt Castle... One! Two! Shoulder up! Morgan insists it was a two but Chad refuses to believe it! He gets angry and latches on a side headlock and uses every bit of energy in his body to drain the life from Kurt Castle. Kurt grunts, he attempts to lift himself to his feet and succeeds --- Back Suplex from the powerhouse! Reversedby Chad Kurtis! A perfect elbow to the skull of Kurt Castle causes him to drop him before the suplex. Kurtis spins him so Castle is facing him, jumps back and Superkick! Dodged! Inverted DDT! Cover! One! Two! Thre...Kickout! Chad kicks out in the nick of time, but Castle isn't wasting time arguing. He's going for a pumphandle suplex! Counter! German Suplex! "The Show" rolls his hips, German Suplex, One more time! German Suplex! and with that he floats over and gets a pin.. ONE! TWO!! Shoulder up!! Chad is in shock, he lifts Kurt to his feet and CK Finale, no, countered with a Back Body Drop! Castle lifts him up quickly and Suplex! Wait, he's stalling! He walks to the center of the ring and just holds Chad in the air, the blood rushing to his head... And he DROPS him! Chad lands awkwardly on his neck! He hooks the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Wait he grabbed the ropes!
Morgan Smythe tells Kurt the match must go on and he nearly snaps, he wraps his hand around the throat of Chad Kurtis and lifts him up to his feet effortlessly.
TOTAL DEVASTATION!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this match by pinfall, "The Devastator" Kurt Castle!
The crowd boos the result, but they boo more as Castle grabs the mic.
KURT CASTLE: Oh, you fans like this piece of trash? Well then! You can have him!
Castle begins to choke the life out of Chad Kurtis... MATTHEW KURTIS HITS THE RING! "The Show"'s brother, the massive Matthew Kurtis just hit the ring! He's laying right hands into Kurt Castle, but it's quickly that Kurt Castle escapes out of the ring. He brushes off Matthew Kurtis, saying "I'm not wasting my time with you." Matthew grabs the microphone.
MATTHEW KURTIS: You're a real big man, ain'cha Castle? Well I'll tell you what, next week another big man wants a piece of you! You and me, Tuesday Night Fights! For my brother's damn honor!
Matt throws the mic down, then checks on his brother. Kurt Castle raises his arms, enjoying the boos of the crowd. He's got the win, that's all that really matters. This feud isn't over.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Um, Plague! A question?
THE PLAGUE: Make it quick.
JOSH REYNOLDS: (stammering) About what happened tonight.. Um..
THE PLAGUE: Oh, you want to know why I came out during Ravager's match after I beat him last week? Y'see Reynolds, all damn week Ravager's been going around pretending that he doesn't "care" about losing to me. The way I see it, he didn't even deserve a chance to retain his #1 contendership. I. Beat. Him. One two three. By the logic, I should be #1 contender. But hey, I'm a fair man. I'll bide my time and let a REAL competitor, Evan Cartwright, get a shot at the gold. Ravager... Ravager, listen up, listen good. All you needed to do was come out on live Television and admit that you lost to the better man. "Plague, you're right. I couldn't do it. I choked. You are the better wrestler, and I could never fill your boots." But you didn't. So hell, Ravager, if you thought I would just "leave it alone", you've got another thing coming--- why are you shaking, Reynolds? You got Tourette's or something?
JOSH REYNOLDS: (scared, almost ashamed) Don't be mad. He made me do it.
THE PLAGUE: What the hell are you...
Plague doesn't have time to finish his thought, as a fire extinguisher is sprayed in his face by Ravager. A swift kick to the nuts takes Plague to his knees, and allows Ravager to get a shot in.
RAVAGER: (punches Plague in the head) You really should have left things alone.
Ravager drives a knee into the side of Plague's head, then rams him back first into the wall.
RAVAGER: (punches Plague in the head) I was ready to let it all go.
PUNCH The cut above Plague's eye is starting to open up again.
RAVAGER: Oh look, the cut opened up again. Maybe I can do something about that.
Ravager produces his staple gun.
KA CHUNK
RAVAGER: Nope. Maybe one more...
KA CHUNK
RAVAGER: Huh. Just made things worse. Can't say I'm disappointed.
Ravager grabs Plague by the collar and starts to drag him to the ring, laying in some more punches. The camera is following the whole way. Plague starts to fight back, blood streaming down his face. He gets a good shot on Ravager... the two men burst through the curtain into the aisle. Plague gets a good rake of the eyes to get Ravager stumbling. He wipes blood and fire retardent foam out of his eyes, then boots Ravager in the gut. He grabs the black haired man and drags him to the ring, INTO THE STEPS --- Ravager blocks! He bashes Plague's face flat into the steel steps to a thunderous ovation.
Plague rolled into the ring, and Ravager gets a microphone. Blood is everywhere now! Ravager gets in the ring and just cuts loose with a precision punch to Plague's split eyebrow.
RAVAGER: You just couldn't let me be! You couldn't let me have one (bleeping) moment! Every match I have, you're there to screw me over. I've been working my ass off for a year, while you're off in retirement! And you have the nerve to come back and try to take me out?!
PUNCH
RAVAGER: Before you were just a name D! liked to drop when he wanted people to think he was special.
PUNCH
RAVAGER: Now? You're a problem that I have to eliminate. Oh and Plague? You didn't let this heal well enough.
PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH Blood is flowing down Plague's face.
Ravager drags Plague to his feet. Plague gets in a desperation shot. Then another. He gets one more, then a boot to the gut. He's got the ARMS --- BLACK DEATH II --- Ravager hits a low blow, swings behind, and lays Plague out with the Last Resort! Ravager picks up the dropped microphone.
RAVAGER: You might want to let that cut properly heal. Take some time off. Say, until Black Thursday. Cause I'd hate for you to have any excuses when I bust you open again. I'd hate for there to be any doubt when I win... Our FIRST BLOOD MATCH.
Fans pop. Joseph Winchell emerges from the back microphone in hand.
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU HIJACK MY SHOW! I DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS AT BLACK-
RAVAGER: (with an evil glare and no trace of humor or exaggeration) Make the match or I will Dragon Suplex your grandmother.
Pause. Winchell takes a moment to let this sink in. He looks into Ravager's eyes, trying to see if he's serious or not. The fans are chanting MAKE THE MATCH!
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Ravager vs. Plague. First Blood match. .... Should be good for buy rates.
Ravager smirks. The fans pop again. Ravager takes the mic and slams it into the head of Plague, deepening the cut on Plague's head. Ravager steps outside the ring and walks up the aisle, leaving a bloody Plague climbing to his feet. "Path" plays as Ravager exits through the curtains, but not before he takes a final look back at a bloody, angry, shaking Plague. Ravager?
Smirks.
Cut to commercial.
BILL HEWSON: That poor, poor llama. Ladies and gentlemen, last week Chris Casino made his return to full-time NAPW wrestling. He did so by getting in the face of our reigning Pure Honor Champion, Simply Beautiful. The champion didn't take Casino's insult laying down, demanding a match... our commissioner made it for the Kiniski Cup. Tonight! Chris Casino. Simply Beautiful. Pure Honor title on the line, let's go to the ring.
"Smooth" By Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hits the speakers. Which can only mean one thing... Pure Honor time?
FRANK WARBURTON: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Kiniski Cup! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Raul Havok, he is the challenger. From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds... Ladies and Gentlemen! Chris Casino!
And there is much booing. Casino takes it all in stride, except to insult a fat lady in the front row. Cause the chick is fat. I mean look at... get on with it? Okay sorry, but DAMN. Anyways...
STONE COLD CRAZY!!
Simply Beautiful makes it through the curtains, one of the hottest young stars in NAPW is getting a huge reaction from the fans.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! He is the Pure Honor Champion! He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds. From Staten Island, New York. he is ... SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!
The two men meet centre ring. Referee Morgan Smythe calls for the two men to shake hands. They do... and now Casino complains that SB wasn't sincere about it. The champ rolls his eyes, but offers to shake again. They do. Casino seems satisfied, and Smythe calls for the bell. They lock up, SB uses his slight size advantage to drag Casino to the mat, into a waist lock. Out of instinct Casino reaches for the ropes, but smartly stops himself. He wriggles around just enough that SB loses his grip, Casino slips out of the move, and slaps on a head lock. It's SB's turn to fight out, only he grabs Casino by the leg, rolls him back for a pin... ONE... TWO... Casino kicks out, lunges at SB, who side steps, and catches Casino with a German Suplex! Casino lands hard, then rolls out of the ring. The fans applaud the flurry of action from both men. Casino is annoyed, and Havok tries to call his man down. Smythe keeps the count going, but Casino doesn't waste too much time outside. The two men lock up, and Casino latches on with a headlock. SB tries to push him to the ropes, but Casino drops to one knee, taking SB down to the mat. Casino cinches in on the hold. Smythe checks for a choke, and is satisfied that the move is nice and legal. She goes in to check for a submission, but SB refuses to give up to a headlock. Trying what already worked, SB rolls Casino onto his back for a pin attempt! One.. SB breaks off... Smythe can't see, but it looks like SB is having trouble with his eye... Did Casino jab his thumb in his opponent's eye? Of course Casino denies it. Havok is shaking his head "no". About three rows of fans insist "yes". But Smythe can only go by what she saw, and the match continues. Casino hits the ropes, and catches an off guard SB with a bodypress. And a cover! One... Simply Beautiful will have none of that and kicks out. He rolls out of the ring, hoping to get his vision back. Smythe starts the count, but Casino doesn't want to wait! He hits a Plancha onto SB! A beautiful move to be sure, but Smythe is on Casino's case. Casino says the move was perfectly legal. But Smythe says that he's supposed to keep the match in the ring, so...
FRANK WARBURTON: For ignoring the referee's instructions, Chris Casino has been penalized his FIRST ROPE BREAK!
Casino is LIVID. He starts to yell at Smythe, who calmly asks if he wants to lose another rope break. Casino seethes, but relents. He turns to his opponent, who nails him with the SPIN DOCTOR! Casino is down! And Simply Beautiful covers! One... Two... thrNO! Casino has enough to kick out! It's SB's turn to measure his opponent.. Casino to his feet... PAINKILLER! The hold is locked in and Casino is yelling in pain! The fans chant for him to tap, SB yells for him to tap... Casino may be seriously thinking about it right about now... but he's also thinking about the Kiniski Cup... and there is only one course of action. He uses his free arm to pull himself to the ropes... he's inches away... just a small stretch and he can grab.... NO! Casino turns his body just enough to reduce the leverage of the hold. SB trying to get all his weight into it, Casino trying to turn over some more... Casino gets turned around, and now he's dragged SB into a pin! One... Two... SB kicks out, but as he's rising is met with a superkick! He lands on the ropes, Casino slaps on an armbar and tries to whip him across the ring, SB holds onto the ropes to stop the move...
FRANK WARBURTON: Simply Beautiful has used his FIRST ROPE BREAK!
SB tries to protest, but is cut off by a European uppercut from Casino. One bodyslam later, and SB is down, and Casino is is on the top rope.. And a Randy Savagesque elbow drop! A cover! One... Two... SB KICKS OUT! Pure elation from the fans! A look of disbelief on Raul Havok's face that can not be put into words. And Casino rises to his feet, with a sneer on his face. He gets right in Smythe's face and starts to yell. And that's enough of that.
FRANK WARBURTON: For prolonged verbal abuse of the official, Chris Casino has been penalized his SECOND ROPE BREAK!
Casino looks like his eyes will bug out of his head. He is literally seething. He plants a perfectly legal kick to the head of Simply Beautiful. Then drags the man to his feet, setting him up for BANKRUPT!
NO! SB pushes Casino away! Casino bounces of the ropes, and SB catches him in the back with a forearm. He lifts Casino up and drops him for a back suplex! And now it's Simply Beautiful's time to fly! he hits the second turnbuckle, then jumps to the top turnbuckle - DOUBLE JUMP MOONSAULT! The fans are on their feet as he goes for the cover... One... two...
CASINO KICKS OUT!
Simply Beautiful looks on in shock. He thinks twice about questioning things, and instead grabs Casino, looking for the Implant DDT! Casino lays a forearm shot to SB's gut (legal) then one to the jaw, and now Casino is going for his Brainbuster suplex! Simply Beautiful fights it! Casino lays a knee to the side of SB's head, lifts him up...
and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Simply Beautiful lands crotch first. The fans are incensed at this. Casino pleads it was an accident, that SB's struggling made him lose his grip. Smythe has no part of that.
FRANK WARBURTON: For blatant illegal actions, Chris Casino has been penalized his LAST ROPE BREAK.
Casino smirks, shrugs then hits BANKRUPT on SB. An academic cover. One ... Two...
SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL KICKS OUT!
And Casino loses it! He lays a forearm shot to SB's head, then a kick to the knee, hobbling SB enough that Casino can hit Bankrupt AGAIN. Cover. One... Two... No miracle this time. THREE.
Chris Casino now represents Pure Honor in NAPW. And the fans are not happy.
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the Kiniski Cup... CHRIS CASINO!
Casino grabs the cup away from Smythe, who does not look happy about the way things ended. Casino is still pleading innocent. He goes to shake the hand of Simply Beautiful, who has struggled to his feet. Casino slaps the palm of SB, and says "It's not your fault. You were in over your head". And with a smirk, he exits. Casino and his manager walk back to the dressing room.
BILL HEWSON: This has been a bad night so far for good sportsmanship and decisive matches --- how can Chris Casino represent Pure Honor? He wrestled dirty, and dammit ---
JACK JONES: He still WON, Hewson. He didn't get disqualified, did he? No! CHRIS CASINO is the first GRAND SLAM CHAMPION in NAPW HISTORY! On his first match back! Simply Beautiful just couldn't cut it when the chips were down!
BILL HEWSON: Well I'll disagree with that, Simply Beautiful was trying to wrestle a Pure Honor match... Casino sure as hell wasn't. This is an absolute travesty, a horrible way for this talented young man's title reign to end. Folks... I apologize.
Simply Beautiful is left alone in the ring, and gets an ovation from the fans for his well fought match tonight. His face is hard to read. Disappointment? Anger? Sadness? Frustration? We'll get an answer soon... no doubt.
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: NAPW fans! For weeks, for months you have had your main events, your quality match-ups ruined by the appearance of this... "Man In Black." A man who stole MY old disguise. Well, as you all know, The Man In Black is quite clearly MEN in black. Two men. Two DRUNK men.
Now I haven't been able to prove it, but tonight, it's time for the truth to come out. First I would like to re-introduce you to the smartest --- toughest --- most dangerous man in NAPW history. This man is a future champion, if I have anything to say about it, and I do. "THE COLOSSAL" KENNY KRENSHOV!
Krenshov doesn't bother unfolding his arms, just scanning the booing crowd disdainfully. The man's temper, always so close to the surface, seems in control right now.
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: NOW... I am DEMANDING that the Sexy Adorable Drunks get out here! If they don't show up then they can kiss their jobs good-bye!
There is a brief pause... and then, to a surprising crowd pop, Right Said Fred kicks up. SUPERSTAR THOMAS DEATHROW and KRUSTY KID PAUL make their way out of the curtain. They're not dressed to wrestle, but then again, they don't really wrestle in "wrestling gear" anyways. They head to the ring, KKP waving a bottle of whiskey over his head. SAD swagger/stagger to ringside and then finally roll into the ring.
THOMAS DEATHROW: JoJo, what the (BLEEP) do you want? I already told you that we're not the man you wish you could love to, that man in black.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: He (BLEEP)in' likes his men like his (BLEEP)in' coffee.
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: Would you both shut up! Now let me spell it out for you. I KNOW that not one, but both of you have been the Man In Black. Three weeks ago, the MIB helped you win a match, Paul. The week later, the MIB helped YOU win a match, Deathrow. Last week you had to tag and oh... no Man In Black in sight. Imagine that.
And that's when I figured it out. You two have both been the Man In Black since I stopped using him as a disguise. Even when you were on my side, you were doing this. Now listen, boys. You see Mr. Krenshov here? He's quite ready to destroy both of you at my word. But you used to help me. You did some good stuff. I don't know WHY you've been doing this, but if you just admit it... and apologize... then I'll spare you. I'll forgive you. On my father's grave. I'll even give you back your Superstar Rules.
Crowd boos. They don't believe a word of it.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Why does JoJo (BLEEP)in' think we're the MIB? Sure he's a (BLEEP)in' sexy beast like the Krusty one but we can't hook him up. Takin' away Superstar Rules like we can't (BLEEP) (BLEEP) up regular-style.
THOMAS DEATHROW: The Man In Black wishes he was as (BLEEP)in' sexy as the Superstar, but maybe JoJo thinks he's gay. He's gay for him. But the MIB is a (BLEEP)in' ladies man, (BLEEP). He's no Superstar but shit, the bastard's (BLEEP) is like ---
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: SHUT UP! SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU! Don't talk like I'm not around! Don't call me JOJO! I gave you a chance! I did! Now it's time to do this the hard way... KRENSHOV! BEAT IT OUT OF THEM!
Krenshov suddenly springs into action, catching KKP with a meat hook to the jaw. Deathrow rushes and gets GOOZLED... CHOKESLAM. Deathrow goes down! Krenshov grabs KKP, SPINEBUSTER on top of Deathrow! Winchell is going crazy, now he's holding the microphone to Deathrow's face.
R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III: JUST ADMIT IT! ADMIT IT AND THE DAMAGE ENDS! YOU CAN'T STOP KRENSHOV, DEATHROW! YOU CAN'T WIN AGAINST MEEEEE
CHRIS RUSHMORE! Where the hell did HE come from? Chris Rushmore just CANED Winchell in the back! Last week on Action! Winchell cancelled Rushmore's hardcore match. Krenshov comes in, Rushmore canes him in the face! WHACK WHACK WHACK! It's Krenshov vs Rushmore this week on Action! as punishment for Rushmore's rebellion, he's getting in the first wounds. He runs at Krenshov --- GOOZLED! What's this --- SAD DOUBLE LOW BLOW! Krenshov's knees buckle, and the SAD DOUBLE DDT Krenshov! Chris Rushmore off the second rope with a cane shot. They're pounding on Winchell's muscle...
Oh. Well. That's not good. Krenshov just lost his temper, sending all three men flying. Krenshov boots KKP in the face, then catches Rushmore in his arms. But it's Deathrow hitting a sloppy, uncharacteristic dropkick to Rushmore's back, which sends Krenshov and Rushmore over the top rope. Rushmore is up quickly, WHACK he canes Krenshov again! Krenshov is FURIOUS! He's lost it, his anger is MAGNIFICENT, and Rushmore is goading Krenshov away from the ring! What the hell? Krenshov and Rushmore disappear behind the curtain... in the ring, Winchell has suddenly grabbed a chair! Winchell used to wrestle, he blasts KKP! Deathrow is up, he takes one...
And stays standing. Holy shit. Deathrow turns around and grins sickly at Winchell. Joseph is furious/frightened...Deathrow starts backing Winchell up, daring him to chair him again, daring him to take another shot. Winchell... slides out of the ring! And runs up the aisle halfway, the crowd laughing at him. Deathrow flashes his sexy ass at Winchell, infuriating the commissioner even more. And then? Deathrow points over Winchell's shoulder.
BILL HEWSON: OH MY GOD! It's --- IT'S THE MAN IN BLACK!
Slowly. Winchell turns around. He's in complete disbelief. KKP and STD are in the ring... but now, in the aisle behind him... is THE MAN IN BLACK. He boots Winchell in the gut! Powerbomb? NO! STYLES CLASH! The Man In Black raises his arms high, the crowd going absolutely BANANA. The MIB has never used a Styles Clash before, WTF? Suddenly Krenshov comes tearing out of the back, cane welts on his neck and forehead... the MIB is out into the crowd. Krenshov checks on Winchell, then picks him up and carries him to the back. But not before he points towards Deathrow, who is celebrating the turn of events as only he can. Namely, rubbing both nipples in excitement. But if KKP and STD aren't the MIB... who was that masked man? The mystery deepens!
BILL HEWSON: The truth about illegal platypus breeding?
JACK JONES: Exactly.
Hewson audibly sighs. The NAPW ring crew is finishing up the steel cage as the camera focuses on Bill & Jack. Hewson puts his professional demeanor on. Jack Jones of course, does nothing of the sort. Professional? Bwah?
BILL HEWSON: As you can see here, we are just moments away from the NAPW Championship steel cage match. Earlier tonight Evan Cartwright, like it or not, became the #1 contender to the NAPW Title. He will face one of these two men at Black Thursday II December 14th... let's take a look at the champion... and the challenger.
Patrick Bickle & "The Lemondrop Kid" Lloyd Rees come from different worlds. They have little in common. Patrick Bickle, the suicidal submission machine. A former Pure Honor champion who has wins over some of the biggest names in New Alberta Pro, and a man who the fans have come to embrace for his reckless intensity inside the squared circle. His actions speak louder than his words.
The Lemondrop Kid... the most decorated man in NAPW history. Former television champion. A three-time Provincial Champion who also held that belt longer than any other man... and now, a two-time NAPW Champion. As quick to slap on his Conception Bay Chinlock as he is to deliver a verbal assault, the hated Lloyd Rees is out to dominate the NAPW Title as he did the Provincial.
At Anniversary Assault, it was Patrick Bickle scoring a pinfall on Lloyd Rees. Just one week ago, "The Lemondrop Kid" retook the title, forcing Bickle to tap out to the Conception Bay Chinlock under controversial circumstances. Tonight, these two men will meet for the final time, enclosed inside a fifteen-foot high steel cage. Nobody gets in. Nobody gets out. There must be a winner. There must be an undisputed... NAPW champion.
BILL HEWSON: There is no other way around it: Tonight, inside this steel cage, Patrick Bickle and Lloyd Rees will wage war for the right to be called "NAPW Champion." Patrick Bickle vs "The Lemondrop Kid", STEEL CAGE NAPW TITLE MATCH! And it's up NEXT.
JACK JONES: Did he even change out of his ring gear from last week? Look at the man, his stuff's not even clean! What is WRONG with Bickle?
BILL HEWSON: The man has become obsessed with the NAPW Title. You heard it all last week in the match, on NAPW-TV... "my Belt!" he says. He's been evicted from his home because of his behavior! This man rarely shows emotion, so little seems to matter to him... but with this obsession he has for the NAPW Title, you have to wonder just what lengths he is willing to go to inside this steel cage tonight.
JACK JONES: He can just stay the hell away from me, I don't give out change to panhandlers.
BILL HEWSON: Will you be serious!
FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is the NAPW TUESDAY NIGHT FIGHTS MAIN EVENT... and it is the STEEL CAGE match for the NAPW CHAMPIONSHIP! This match will end by first pinfall or submission... introducing first, the challenger! From New York, New York, he weighs in at one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is the Suicidal Submission Machine, ladies and gentlemen, this is PATRIIIIIIIICK BIIIIIIICKLE!
The challenger steps up to the cage door. He puts his fingers through the chain link and closes his eyes. What kind of strange connection has Bickle forged with the steel? Into the ring he goes, and then he turns and stares towards the entrance way. His lips are working, silently, mouthing... "My belt." BSS cuts out. The crowd's volume lowers slightly... until...
JACK JONES: That's no way to treat a champion! These Saskatoon fans wouldn't know talent if it bit them in the ass --- I mean they cheer the RoughRiders!
BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees is not a popular man, but he has proven time and again he can get it done in the ring.
JACK JONES: Yeah, and he can win ANY kind of match! Submission! Pinfall! Ladder! Triple-Threat! I Quit! Casket full of ketchup! And steel cage ---
BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees did take part in the War Games match way back at Complete Control, but neither man has ever competed in a singles cage match here in NAPW... we can remember the ladder match Lloyd Rees won against Evan Cartwright! We can remember the ladder matches Bickle won against Static and "Sick" Billy Kryenik! They know all about putting their bodies on the line for gold, for pride, but a cage match is an entirely different animal. There's nowhere to run for either man... not that I think either one would.
Lloyd Rees, led to the ring by Ol'Salty, is certainly making Bickle wait his damn sweet time. Rees stopping to jaw at every fan giving him flack on the way to the ring (which is all of them.) Say what you will, but this man doesn't have his "cheering section." He is universally hated... he could possibly be the mosted hated man in NAPW history, even succeeding new Pure Honor champion Chris Casino. The heat is just unreal. And Rees is just causing it to escalate. Finally. FINALLY. He gets to the ring. He stares in towards Patrick Bickle, smirking. He taps the gold around his waist, telling him "No bye, it's me belt! And tis goin' ta stay dat way!" The belt comes off, handed to the timekeeper. Referee Dick Kiebiech slips into the cage, somebody had to volunteer. Rees begins to step up to the cage door
FRANK WARBURTON: And now, the CHAMPION ---
Frank doesn't get to do his full entrance because by God, the moment Lloyd Rees sticks his head into the cage Patrick Bickle uncoils like a striking cobra! BULLRUSH by the cruiserweight and he's got Lloyd Rees caught in the ropes and cage door! Bickle firing wildly, furiously, and then Lloyd spills out of the door to the outside! He clangs on the steps, here comes Bickle --- He launches himself off the steel steps onto Bickle, landing on top of the man! It's a hardcore Lou Thesz press to the concrete, Bickle pounding away. His punches lack style or flair or even precision but by God, he wants that belt. Bickle then grabs Rees, what's he got here? CATAPULT INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE. All in the first minute! Rees staggers backwards, Bickle dropkicks him in the back and sends him face first into the cage once again. Rees again stumbles backwards, and this time Rees... hits a swinging neckbreaker on the concrete! And by God almighty, Lloyd Rees has been BUSTED WIDE OPEN less than two minutes into the damn match. Patrick Bickle looks out to the crowd, screaming, and the crowd responds with a roar of approval. The challenger was simply letting out his rage and obsession, but hey, whatever works.
Now it's Bickle, ignoring Kiebiech's calls to get the match into the cage, pulling Rees up --- wait just a damned minute! It's STIFF COMPETITION! Ol' Salty called for help, and now Rod Hardway and Dutch Flanagan have hit the cage. They assault Bickle from behind! Flanagan with an enziguri, and now Hardway... gorilla presses the lightweight, GOOD GOD NO! The powerhouse Hardway literally threw Bickle like a lawn dart face first into the side of the steel cage, Bickle was eight feet in the air and crashed down to the concrete. Flanagan helps Lloyd up and into the cage, then Hardway presses and dumps Bickle into the ring after him. Finally the outside referee John Sharplin can close and padlock the cage door. Stiff Competition and Ol' Salty on the outside, now it's the champion's advantage.
Lloyd Rees looking for payback, he kneels on Bickle and starts delivering solid right hands. Rees is a newfie, he learned how to brawl in many a bar fight. He gets up and SPITS on Bickle before insulting the crowd with a variety of Newfese phrases. The crowd isn't entirely sure WHAT they were called, but they can tell when they're being mocked. BOOOOO. Rees grabs Bickle and pulls the man up. "Y'like dat, Saskatoon? Watch dis ya larrys!" And it's one HELL of an irish whip right into the steel cage, Bickle crashing hard back onto the canvas. And in an instant, Rees pounces on him, looking for the Lance Cove Leglock. Bickle could damn well tap out in this match, this isn't pansy "escape out the door" rules. This is a damn cage match. Lloyd trying to turn Bickle over. The challenger resists. Bickle grabs Lloyd's leg and turns things around, wait a minute, he's going for a cross-armbreaker! Lloyd blocks, Bickle knees the man in the head and locks on the Roll Credits! Rees quickly to get to the ropes... Kiebiech calls for a break but well, what's he going to do? Disqualify Bickle? The challenger holds onto his submission, he doesn't have it quite locked on, but Lloyd uses his free hand to pull himself up and get enough of Bickle's leverage off to break the hold. Something like that. Use your imagination!
Bickle grabs the right arm. He hammerlocks it behind Lloyd's back and then gets a short dropkick INTO that arm. Lloyd falls forward, pain on his bloody face. Bickle grabs the arm and sticks it into the cage, he's trying to do some damage, but Lloyd uses his free arm to hit a low blow, followed up by a German Suplex that folds Bickle in half. Just like that, the champion turns the match around. And now Lloyd... well, he doesn't look happy. Super-damn angry would be better. He pulls up Patrick Bickle, German Suplex two INTO THE CAGE. GOOD FREAKING GOD. HOLY HELL. Lloyd literally a couple feet away from the cage suplexed Bickle, the challenger's neck and shoulders just compacting against the steel mesh! Bickle crumbles down, but caught in the ropes are his legs. And Lloyd uses that to get some run... and he baseball slides Bickle's FACE into the cage. That knocks Bickle down to the ring apron, and Lloyd Rees soaks in the boos. He uses his boot to choke Bickle, then drags the carcass out. He scoops Bickle up against his chest and RAMS the man into the steel. Then to the otherside, Lloyd again ramming Bickle right into the steel. There are two more sides to the ring, and Rees uses them. RAM. RAM. Bickle has been slammed into all four sides of the cage... and now Rees finishes with a Fallaway Slam sending the one-hundred and seventy-five pounder careening wildly once again into the STEEL. Rees pulls the man out, gets a cover, it's ONE! TWO! Bickle kicks out!
Red welts, bruises, minor lacerations are popping up all over Bickle's body. Rees has absolutely used the cage to his advantage. He pulls Bickle up... DDT from the Green! No cover? Rees steps to the apron, then leaps up to the top rope and hits a Fresh Water Flip, pushing off from the cage for added momentum. ONE, TWO, T--- kick out. Bickle won't die that easily, although he's been beaten from pillar to post. Rees wants a three count, Kiebiech says it's two. Stomp. Stomp. Rees waits for Bickle to start crawling up. And he does, Bickle refusing to stay down. He gets a sick kick to the ribs for his troubles. Again he crawls up, again Rees kicks him in the ribs sadistically. And this time, front-face lock, DDT! Cover again only gets two. Rees roughly hauls Bickle up, his anger isn't abating as he beats down the challenger. Suplex? Into the side of the cage! Right into the steel! Lloyd continues to hold Bickle against the steel, and then he falls forward, Bickle's front smashing hard against the canvas. Rees gets up and cuts a thumb across his neck to cheers from Salty & Stiff Competition on the outside of the cage. He hoists Bickle up, perching the man on the top turnbuckle. Wabana Buster, that's what he's going for --- Bickle fighting. Bickle knows this'll be the damn end of it. Lloyd fires some rights off, he's got Bickle... Super Brainbusterrrrr --- Bickle holds the top rope! Lloyd loses his balance --- he grabs the cage walls to keep himself braced. Bickle with a HEADBUTT. Headbutt! Headbutt! Lloyd's losing his grip, Bickle uses the cage to pull himself up and double-kick Lloyd in the face hard... and Lloyd goes crashing down to the canvas, back-first. The champion is rone in the middle of the ring and Patrick Bickle... wait a minute, what's he doing? Bickle hasn't come down from the cage... he's climbing UP THE CAGE? The crowd is standing, this isn't escape rules Bickle! What are you doing? Patrick Bickle is on TOP OF THE CAGE! He turns around, the crowd chanting his name... he's not going to!
But you see, his name is Patrick Bickle.
"You haven't seen me wrestle."
FREE
EFFING
FALL
OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE! BICKLE IMPACTS LLOYD REES IN THE DAMN CHEST! REES KICKING AND GASPING, BICKLE IS DOWN, THE CROWD IS CHANTING "HOLEE SHIT, HOLEE SHIT". And then finally, Bickle manages to get an arm over Lloyd for
ONE
TWO
THREEEE
NO! NO! NO!
"The Lemondrop Kid", you take nothing away from him, the man kicked out of that crazy dive from the top of the cage Bickle gave him! But now, both men are down, barely moving. There's no DQs, no count-outs, but if neither man can continue, the match will draw. Kiebiech begins to count. ONE.
TWO
THREE
FOUR
"BICK-LE, BICK-LE"
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINNNNNNNNNNE
And at the last possible moment, Lloyd Rees and Bickle are both up enough for Kiebiech to keep the match going. Bickle is pulling himself up. Lloyd is up first, though, and he charges SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR. Bickle cuts Lloyd down with the SPEAR baby SPEAR, and it's ONE!
TWOOOO
TH KICKOUT!
No good there, Rees kicks out! Bickle now, what's he going for here? He hoists Lloyd up, single-arm DDT --- Lloyd counters and gets behind Bickle --- CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! Bickle is fighting it off! He had to tap out last week, Lloyd hasn't got the move quite cinched in, Bickle slips free. He hits the ropes, rebounds --- LARIATOOOOOOOOO by Lloyd Rees folds Bickle in half. COVER GETS ONE!
TWO!
THREKICKOUT
Rees can't believe it! Good God, it looked like it was over, but somehow Bickle found the will to get out. Rees is beside himself, screaming at Kiebiech --- Bickle rolls Rees up!
ONE!
TWOOOOOO
THRREEEEEE
NO!
Rees kicks out at the last second! He almost lost the title right there, LARIATOOOO x2, Bickle ducks below it! He leaps up to the cage and begins scrambling up it... Rees grabs a leg. Gets a boot, Bickle is going up again. Rees isn't having any of it, he follows Bickle up! Hammering to the back... Bickle is near the top of the cage, Lloyd precariously balancing on the top rope. He maneuevers Bickle... into a back suplex off the top! Bickle holding the cage, Lloyd pulling...
FALLING BACK SUPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE ---
BICKLE TURNS IN MID-AIR!
BICKLE LANDS ON TOP OF THE LEMONDROP KID FROM GREAT HEIGHT! IT'S A COVER! IT'S ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!
...YES. IT IS THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... and NEWWWWWW NAPW CHAMPEEEEEEN... PATRRRRRICK BICKLLLLLLLLLLE!
BILL HEWSON: By God! By God he did it! Patrick Bickle is ONCE AGAIN THE NAPW CHAMPION!
JACK JONES: No! He can't be! He couldn't be --- not that freak!
BILL HEWSON: The Winner's Circle can't believe it --- Lloyd Rees can't believe it! He is now a FORMER Two-Time NAPW Champion... and unbelievably, Patrick Bickle is once again NAPW Champion! The Suicidal Submission Machine has HIS belt back where it just might belong!
Inside the cage, Kiebiech is half helping Bickle up... and then Bickle catches sight of the gold belt in Kiebiech's hand. Kiebiech barely has to push it in Bickle's general direction before it is grabbed, Bickle dropping to his knees and hugging, cradling the title belt to his chest. On the opposite corner, Stiff Competition are helping Lloyd Rees out of the cage. Rees' face is a bloody mess, but he barely seems to be noticing the pain. More so, he seems shocked, even traumatized by the loss, his eyes wide and blank. Ol' Salty speaks encouragement but the Winner's Circle leader is deflated... Lloyd Rees holds records, but right now he does not hold the NAPW Title...
In the ring Patrick Bickle begins to climb the cage. He's comfortable with risk, comfortable with heights. The fans aren't sure always what to do with this awkward man, but damn it. Tonight he gave it all, his body and soul, to win the NAPW Title. "My Belt." Bickle sits on the corner of the cage, title belt resting in his lap. He doesn't raise it up like some would, but the fans RESPECT Patrick Bickle.
For the second time, he is the champion. The Wrestling Champion. The New Alberta Pro Wrestling champion.
Nothing left to do but get one last iconic camera shot, and then... fade out.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the semi-finals of the NAPW Tag Team Title Shot tournament!
FRANK WARBURTON: This match will be for one fall.. There will be No Disqualifications and No Count-outs, introducing first weighing in at two-hundred-fifty pounds... from Osaka, Japan... the "Japanese Death Machine" Kisei Mashiin!
Fade in. The camera is following THE PLAGUE, who seems to be on his way out of the building. He is stopped by Josh Reynolds.
JACK JONES: And then I hit it again!
NAPW returns, the fans booing. In the ring stand Commissioner R. Joseph Winchell III... and the man who returned to great destruction on NAPW Action!. Of course I'm talking about "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov. The big man stands in the center of the ring, the much smaller Winchell holding a microphone beside him.
JACK JONES: And he says to me... "Jack Attack, the truth is out there."
Return. Return. Return --- sorry. Return from commercial break... and almost immediately, Broken Social Scene blasts from the PA. The crowd isn't as hesitant as they were last week, standing to their feet for the entrance of Patrick Bickle. The challenger steps through the curtain, a wild gleam in his eyes as he stalks to ringside.