NAPW ACTION!12/01/2006
This match came about after Elketrio turned on his tag team partner Kevin Kodiak last week. The wiry Elketrio attacks Kodiak before the bell, hammering him with rights and lefts. Irish whip --- the six-foot-eight Kodiak reverses into a thunderous short-arm clothesline that turns Elketrio inside-out. Almost literally. As in, he "literally" took the man's head off yet not. Anyways, Kodiak pulls Elketrio up, and easily lifts the man up for a vertical suplex. He holds him up there... making Elketrio think about it... one hand! Boom, suplex completes, the cover for two. Give Elketrio credit, he kicked out there. Kodiak hauls the man up --- oh, a gouge to the eye. The cruiserweight goes to the top rope, he flies --- and gets CAUGHT with a big spinning leg kick. That's impressive coming from such a big man, but now it's Kevin Kodiak that goes to the top rope... flying body splash! The former logger stands up and spins his finger around, signalling that it's time for the Figure Four, he calls it the Bear Trap. Twist, turn and it's locked on! Elketrio has nowhere to go, those long legs crushing his, and in just a few seconds Elketrio taps out like his ass was on fire. Kodiak celebrates and slaps the hands of the fans on the outside... he is your winner here tonight. Decisively.
DIO MUERTE and NIGHTMARE look ready to shake things up when "Bad Boys" hits the speakers, and none other than R. JOSEPH WINCHELL III, our illustrious commish, comes out onto the stage. WINCHELL: "I don't know HOW MANY TIMES I have to say this! I'M THE COMISSIONER! THIS IS MY FED! YOU TWO don't get to go around making the rules! And FURTHER MORE, I HATE all this GARBAGE WRESTLING! MY NAPW is a RESPECTIBLE fed! SO THIS MATCH IS NO LONGER LAST MAN STANDING! Deal with it!" The fans boo Winchell off the stage, but he smugly looks like the cat that ate the mouse. Nightmare grumbles in the ring, but Dio Muerte, if anything, looks relieved. The bell rings, and the match is underway! Nightmare opens with a short arm clothesline that catches Muerte totally off guard! The smaller Muerte takes it full in the chin, goes head over heels, and CRASHES to the mat! The masked wrestler tries to quickly retake his feet, but Nightmare catches hold of him, pulls him up... into a SWEET looking backbreaker! Early pin attempt... One! Only one! Dio kicks out, and Nightmare just shrugs. He pulls Muerte up... WAIT! Dio with a punch to the guts! And another! Nightmare doubles over, and Dio hits the ropes... FLYING ELBOW! Nightmare crashes down, and now Dio seems to be in control. He pulls up the larger Nightmare and then struggles to... haul... him... up... yes... YES... SITOUT POWERBOMB! The crowd applauds the effort, but WOW it looks like that took a lot! Now Dio with the pin! One! Only one! This time Nightmare gets the shoulder up, and Dio Muerte angrily pounds the mat and argues with the ref. Both men up on their feet now, and they start exchanging blows. A few shots go back and Dio Muerte manages to stagger his foe, SHUFFLE SIDE KICK! Nightmare's eyes glaze over and he TOPPLES! Another cover! One! Two! Kickout at two! Again Dio angrily shouts at Sharplin that it was THREE, but John Sharplin is adament. Dio pulls Nightmare to his feet and is now signaling that he intends to END THIS MATCH. He hooks up for the DEMORTALIZER... but NO! Nightmare POWERS out, and Dio Muerte skips across the ring and into the ropes! Nightmare stomps after him, HAULS Dio Muerte up onto his shoulders... DVD!! Dio crumples into the ring like an accordian! Nightmare hits the ropes... LEG DROP! And a COVER! One! Two! Thhhhhhhnnooooooo! Kickout! Nightmare curses and rises, turning to meet Dio... but Dio Muerte rolls out of the ring! John Sharplin begins counting Dio out, and the crowd boos his cowardice, and Nightmare ORDERS him to return to the ring... but Dio slides UNDER THE RING! What the HELL!? Sharplin reaches FIVE when Dio Muerte emerges from... the other side of the ring? He jumps into the ring, looking REEADY FOR ACTION... but... hold on. SAKI, Jeff James' MANAGER slides out of the other side of the ring! Saki, looking strangely exhausted, begins cheering on Dio Muerte from ringside! Nightmare, to his credit, looks a little perturbed, but shruges and RUSHES at Dio Muerte, who SIDESTEPS... LEGSWEEP... Nightmare TOPPLES... MOONSAULT... DOUBLE KNEE DROP! Dio Muerte using some very UNUSUAL moves here tonight! The crowd, strangely is MIXED with CHEERS and BOOS! Nightmare clutches at his chest, and tries to roll away from this ONSLAUGHT! The masked Dio Muerte hits the ropes as Nightmare begins to retake his feet... JUMPING SUPERKICK! Nightmare topples AGAIN! This could be IT! But... Dio Muerte doesn't make the cover! The masked wrestler slides out of the ring again! Sharplin shouts at him to get back into the ring and AGAIN starts counting him out, but Dio GRABS Saki and pulls him under the ring with him! Just what shenanigans are at work here!? Nightmare struggles to his feet, and charges over to where Sharplin is counting, angrily shouting at his opponent to come out from under the ring... but WAIT! Dio Muerte emerges from the OPPOSITE side of the ring! He slides in behind Nightmare and the referee! NO! NO! LOWBLOW! AND A ROLL UP! Sharplin turns in time to see the pin! ONE! TWO! NOT LIKE THIS! THREE! DIO MUERTE HAS WON THE MATCH! But just WHAT THE HELL was GOING ON!? Something's fishy with the WHOLE DAMN situation, and NIGHTMARE looks as pissed as anyway! He takes a swing at the masked wrestler, but Dio Muerte BAILS from the ring, and beats a HASTY RETREAT! Nightmare looks like he means to follow... When "Tubthumping" hits the speakers! The crowd cheers as perennial underdog, WAYNE WRIGHT emerges from the back! Wright has a microphone, and points into the ring. WAYNE WRIGHT: It SUCKS to lose a match, doesn't it, Nightmare! Well THAT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE! The crowd hushes into confused murmurs. Nightmare, still fuming over his loss, just glares at Wright, as the young man starts down to the ring. WAYNE WRIGHT: I'm sick and tired of being EVERYONE'S DOORMAT! You HEAR ME!? The crowd is still unsure what to make of this as Wayne, perhaps unwisely, climbs into the ring and gets right in Nightmare's face. WAYNE WRIGHT: You caught me OFF GUARD last Action! But NEVER AGAIN! I'm DEMANDING A REMATCH for NEXT WEEK'S ACTION! And with that, Wayne SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF NIGHTMARE'S MOUTH! Nighmare scowls and spits on the mat while Wayne just SMIRKS at him, then GRABS the microphone from Wayne. NIGHTMARE: You want my answer little man? Wayne nods yes. Nightmare HUCKS the microphone, GRABS Wayne by the NECK... DREAMCATCHER! THE CROWD POPS! HOLY HELL! WAYNE WRIGHT MAY BE DEAD! Nightmare rises and steps over the fallen Wright and starts up towards the entrance, fuming over both his loss and this unexpected challenge...
Brian Bruno and Legion start the match off slowly circling each other. Brian Bruno keeps taunting Legion. He seems to get a little angry but shrugs it off, Bruno rushes and delivers a hard knee to the gut of Legion, he quickly follows up with an elbow to the back of the head and then pushes him into the ropes. He quickly begins his assault, throwing hard lefts and rights, Legion is dazed and Brian Bruno wraps his arms around the big man... Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! It sends Legion flying across the ring. The crowd has gone crazy and Legion has made it back to his feet. He rushes Brian Bruno and... Overhead Belly to Belly... OUT OF THE RING! Legion crashes outside and Bruno simply steps away from the ropes and gives Legion time to recuperate. Legion makes it back after a 5 count and and quickly walks to the middle of the ring, knowing he can't be thrown over. Brian Bruno cautiously walks toward Legion then quickly makes a move for his legs, Legion blocks and clubs the back of Bruno's head. He lifts his man to his feet and delivers a hard right hand followed by a backhand. Legion proceeds to send him reeling into the ropes, an idea seems to cross his mind and he lifts Brian Bruno and attempts to throw him over the ropes. Reversed! Brian Bruno thinks quickly and delivers a few elbows to the face of Legion who then lets him down... Bruno nails him in the face with a right hand and a hiptoss over the top! Legion crashes down once again. Bruno steps back once again to give time for Legion to get back into the ring. Legion makes it to his feet fairly quickly, his face a bright shade of red, if possible steam would be rushing from his ears, the crowd's laughing only makes him madder. Legion slides into the ring with devastation on his mind... He goes for a clothesline, dodged and OUT OF THE RING goes Legion! He scrambles up to his feet and makes his way to the barricade, yelling at the fans to shut up but it only causes them to get even louder. Legion kicks the guard rails and begins to slam the apron. He walks over to the ringsteps and throws them into the ring... then grabs a few nearby chairs and throws them in as well. He begins yelling incoherently and slides into the ring. Bruno then rushes Legion but is nearly decapitated by a vicious clothesline. Referee Morgan Smythe is sliding some of the chairs out of the ring when Legion picks one up. He raises it over his head with maniacal thoughts but Morgan Smythe snatches it from over his head and throws it out of the ring. Legion seems ready to hit Morgan when Brian Bruno comes from nowhere with a school boy. ONE! TWO! Kickout! Legion makes it up to his feet quickly and kicks Brian Bruno square in the face. He lifts him up and Back Breaker! He proceeds to stomp the life out of Bruno, multiple stomps to the spine and head. He then lifts him back up and Irish Whips him into the ropes, Bruno rebounds and runs right into a bone shattering Powerslam. Legion covers. ONE! TWO! THRE..Shoulder up! Legion grabs the head of Bruno and slams it into the mat over and over. He then lifts him up easily and sends him into the corner. He lifts him to the top and climbs to the second turnbuckle, Bruno tries to fight back but Legion hits him with a hard right. He sets up for a superplex but Bruno grabs the top rope to prevent it. A few elbows to the ribs of Legion makes the big man wobble. Bruno makes a desperation move... A sunset flip from the top rope! Legion's head bounces hard off the canvas! Bruno holds for the cover, Morgan makes the count ONE! TWO! THREE! The winner of the match, Brian Bruno! Legion makes it to his feet while Bruno is celebrating and boy is he angry. He grabs on of the chairs he previously threw into the ring and nails Brian's upper back and head. Bruno falls to his knees. Legion grabs hold of the steps that Morgan Smythe didn't seem to get out of the ring and places it in the center of the ring. He lifts a semi conscious Brian Bruno and Irish Whips him into the ropes.. Bruno rebounds and runs right into a life threatening Spinebuster right onto the steps! Legion doesn't seem to be done. He slides the steps out of the ring and latches on the Legionnaire Lock! Bruno can't even fight back, his arms are nearly torn from his sockets and Morgan Smythe finally gets Legion to break the move. Legion who is still angry about his loss, slides out of the ring and walks to the back. Bruno picks up the win however, these two will once again be in the ring next week for the Battle Royale Challenge and at Black Thursday II in the Action! Battle Royale.
The two cruiserweights to start off for each team. "The Jesus Freak" J.T. Graham at 202 pounds vs Stone Zellor at a lithe 171 pounds. Lock-up, quick armdrag from Graham takes Stone to the mat. He holds the arm, Stone regains his feet. Kneelift to the breadbasket doubles Graham over, rocker dropper, Graham stands up, Stone backflips and lands on his feet, Graham with a quick lariat, ducked, Stone whirls around and PIMP SLAP right upside the face of Graham, who looks half-shocked. Crowd chants "YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED" as Stone half-dances around the ring, quite happy with his efforts. Clint yells from the apron to stay focused. Back to the tie-up, this time Stone gets the knee-lift to win, into a short clothesline. Quick cover only gets one and a half. Stone slaps on a rear chin lock and yells "I GOT SKILLS, DAMMIT." He can't keep Graham down for long, though, and Graham starts throwing elbows into the mid-section. The 12th rule of wrestling states that three elbows will free you from any rest hold, and it's true today on TNF. Graham breaks free and hits the ropes, Stone tries a back body drop, Graham instead does a spin and back flip off of Stone's back, landing on his feet behind the man! Leap up --- spinaround on the shoulders --- frankensteiner, baby! Stone skids across the ring and reaches up to tag in his 273 pound half-brother Clint. On the other corner, "The Hardcore Disciple" Billy Mulcahy wants in against the big man. Graham walks over and slaps his older partner's hand. In steps the big biker against the afroed Clint. Shake of hands between Clint & Mulcahy, nice show of sportsmanship. Two bulls lock-up, trying to overpower the other man. Clint seems to have control, forcing Billy back, Mulcahy with a roar starts to shove Clint back. This is a very old school, Dave Finlay style lock-up. They continue to fight over it, neither man willing to back down, neither man allowing himself to be backed into the corner. From one side of the ring to the other they fight until finally they're back in the center of the ring... and they mutually break the hold. Crowd applauds, who says big man style can't be great? That power exchange was a stalemate, but now Mulcahy has one hand rasied up, fingers outstretched. He wants a test of strength. Papa Z looks on from the outside as Clint engages in a greco-roman knucklelock with Mulcahy. They lock their other hands together and then SHOVE. Shoulder to shoulder, faces showing the strain of trying to overpower the other. This is an equal match in strength alright. Mulcahy seems to be winning though! He's beginning to bend Clint over... Wow. The top of Clint's fro is touching the canvas, he's bridged over quite far... but wait a minute! Clint with a surge of strength! He's pushing his way back up... and now he's got Mulcahy on the defensive! And Mulcahy low to the canvas, Clint sweeps the legs out. It's a cover for one, two, the Disciple powers out. Clint with a scoop slam, elbow drop, that misses, Mulcahy is up! He's throwing Bionic elbows into the top of Clint's head! He's from Minnesota, dammit, he knows his NWA. Clint sent to the ropes, Mulcahy grabs an arm and whips his man across the ring. Mulcahy starts running the opposite ropes! Criss-cross in the middle of the ring! Another criss-cross! Third rebound and --- it's CLINT ZELLOR with a thunderous shoulderblock taking his man down. Mulcahy pops up and fires a right, Clint returns in kind! HOSS HOSS HOSS --- er, sorry. It's bustin' loose in Tulsa... no... Slobberknocker! Alright, I'm out of cliches for the moment. Clint has the advantage, he hooks a hammerlock and tags in brother Stone. Clint uses the hammerlock to lift up Billy for an impressive backbreaker! He steps out of the way for Stone to slingshot into the ring, dropping a leg across Billy's throat! Cover gets two. Each team is looking for an opportunity to wrestle for the NAPW tag team titles, not to mention raise their stock. Stone Zellor driving knees into Mulcahy's forehead and knees, Mulcahy opens up with a huge right hand that staggers Stone --- Enziguri! That catches Mulcahy out of nowhere, the big man is staggered, Stone with a discus clothesline --- CAUGHT! Mulcahy with a Rock-Bottom like slam. That floors Stone, Mulcahy tags out. Graham rushes the ring with some wild energy... he sends Stone into the corner! Catches the man coming out with a monkey flip! Stone gets up --- and takes dropkick to the face! He's down and in perfect position for Graham to go up top, Leap Of Faith comin' up, but Stone shakes the top rope to crotch Graham on top. Vienna Boys Choir, here we come! Stone goes up top now after getting the advantage with that shortcut. Looks like he's going to try a top-rope move, superplex? Graham with a few shots to prevent it. He knocks Stone off the top, then stands up! Missile dropkick is BLOCKED with a dropkick from Stone, catching Graham right in the mid-section MID-AIR. Ye Gods. Stone scrambles for a cover, one, two, only two. Stone argues the count with the ref before front-face locking Graham. He keeps his body between Graham and the Christian Soldier corner, tagging in Clint. Clint goes behind Graham... back suplex! Stone gets there for a neckbreaker, oh my goodness. Graham could be out. Clint covers for one, two, th--- kick out! There's tons of heart in this kid. Clint has the smaller man, shot to the ropes, caught for a Samoan Drop. One, two, Mulcahy makes a save. He quickly goes back to his corner without fuss, but his partner's in trouble now. Clint with a powerslam, then tags Stone back in. Stone comes into the ring and stomps on Stone, drawing a look from his brother. Graham lifted to his feet, only to be knocked down with a jumping Mule Kick straight to the chest. Lazy cover gets only two. Clint yelling at his brother, "What was that?" Trouble between the Cowboys? Well, if there is, they're still in control of this one. Stone with Pimp Slap: The Sequel --- Graham blocks it and fires a right hand! Another one! Another! He's gaining momentum when Stone rakes the eyes to cut it off. Crowd is surprised by that one... a few boos are heard. Stone then yells out "IT'S SLAMMY TIME!" He double-underhooks the arms, but Graham with a quick struggle gets free! He runs the ropes, Zellor with a double hand launch --- Graham counters in mid-air with a Tornado DDT! Holy Toledo, how'd he do that? Both men are down, Graham needs a tag... Stone is going... BILLY MULCAHY IS TAGGED IN! He levels Stone with a LARIAT! Stone ends up head-over-heels in his corner, tags in Clint. Clint rushes Mulcahy but instead gets caught with a SNAP powerslam, Samoa Joe style! One, two, kick-out. Mulcahy gets a toe-kick, standing head-scissors, it's time for the Bible Thumber, but Stone Zellor comes flying in with a take-down clothesline on Mulcahy. Stone stands up, quite pleased, but when he turns around he gets nailed by a missile dropkick from an incoming Graham! Stone ends up on the outside and GRAHAM COMES FLYING --- NO! STONE MOVED! JT Graham crashed and burn in a daredevil move, crashing into the guardrail! Meanwhile in the ring, Mulcahy is sent to the ropes by Clint Zellor... but he comes off with the AXE BOMBER LARIAT! The referee is checking on the condition of JT Graham as Mulcahy signals once more for the Bible Thumper LOW BLOW. What the crap? Stone Zellor just caught Mulcahy in the family jewels. Clint didn't even see it. Stone rolls out of the ring, Papa Z coming towards him. But in the ring! Clint and Mulcahy are both recovering themselves... and before you can say "Arn Anderson", Mulcahy is on the receiving end of one helluva Twirl-E-Go-Round 360 spinebuster! The cover gets one, two, three! The Midnight Cowboys advance in the tournament... but the real story here is the actions of Stone Zellor. He's been saying all week that he's got skills, even that he could be a big singles star on his own... and his actions here tonight gave the Cowboys the win. What will Papa Z and Clint have to say about that?
"The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov enters first. The returning monster is now the "muscle" for Commissioner Joseph Winchell, who orchestrated Krenshov's legal return to Canada. And well, if you're Krenshov and the commish is giving you bodies to destroy, you're probably quite content with the situation. Rushmore's music hits, he's nowhere to be seen --- oh! Out from the crowd, kendo stick in hand! He stiffs it over Krenshov's back and shoulders. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Red welts raising on Krenshov's skin... referee Morgan Smythe calls for the bell to start the match. Rushmore tosses the kendo stick away lest he get DQed, but damn he made his point. He boots Krenshov in the junk, draws a warning, but first he nails a HUGE DDT. That's gotta be all, one, two... oh dear. Krenshov kicks out by literally pressing Rushmore halfway across the ring. Rushmore quickly up, but so is a seething Krenshov BOOT. Holy crap, Rushmore was absolutely demolished by the running size 18 of Kenny Krenshov! What a sick, sick kick to the face that was. Krenshov pulls Rushmore up like a rag doll and irish whips the man hard into the corner. And... corner splash! Rushmore sags, but Krenshov's not done. Another splash! He gets room and... ANOTHER splash! Kenny Krenshov steps aside and lets Rushmore fall out. The hardcore warrior manages to stay on one knee, Krenshov slapping him in the back of the head. That fires Rushmore up! A burst of energy from Chris Rushmore, he's firing rights and lefts, there's some wild energy behind those, he's got Krenshov on the ropes... Rushmore rebounds for some speed and KRENSHOV LARIATOOOOO. Krenshov spun Rushmore around 360 degrees with a sudden lariat. Three-hundred and sixty-eight pounds behind that son of a bitch. Rushmore is limp, but Krenshov is not finished. Oh no. Rushmore got on Winchell's bad side last week, and now... he's going to take some punishment. Krenshov pulls his man up, hits the front face-lock, hoists him up! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, tennnn... TOTAL ECLIPSE! TOTAL ECLIPSE! Into the cover, that's an academic three-count. Krenshov wins in dominating fashion --- hey, you've already beat the man, what's the point of this? Oh no! Eli Potts has Rushmore's kendo stick, he's handed it to Krenshov. Rushmore slowly getting to his feet CRACK. Krenshov smashes the kendo stick over Rushmore's head, exploding it into splinters. The crowd boos as Eli Potts raises Krenshov's arm high, applauding his man. Who can stop Kenny Krenshov? Tommy Deathrow will try on TNF!
"The Moose" Mark Millar attacks "Sick" Billy Kryenik as he's stepping through the ring ropes. The referee hurriedly calls for the bell as "The Moose" pounds away at the back and neck area of Billy with hard overhead forearm shots. Billy drives an elbow into the gut of Millar, then another finally a third gets the bigger man to back off. "Sick" Billy gets to his feet and peppers "The Moose" with stinging lefts and right hands to the head that leave the former Provincial Champion reeling. "Sick" Billy bounces off the near ropes and clubs Millar with a vicious clothesline that leaves "The Moose" on spaghetti legs. Billy Kryenik again hits the ropes but this time he met with a back elbow to the face! Mark Millar quickly hooks up Billy and hoists him up delivering a slingshot suplex off the ropes! With Kryenik dazed "The Moose" goes for a cover, only to have his opponent kick out at two. Undaunted, Millar gets to his feet and then precedes to drop one big elbow after another to the chest of "Sick" Billy. After the third elbow drop finds it's mark, "The Moose" again goes for a cover and once more can only manage a two count. Mark Millar pulls Billy Kryenik to his feet and hoists him up on his shoulders for what looks like an attempt at his Roughneck finisher! Billy quickly slips off the shoulders and shoves Millar from behind chest first into the near turnbuckle. "The Moose" staggers out of the corner and takes a wicked clothesline to the back of the head that drops him to his knees. "Sick" Billy in on him in an instant, driving knees into the head and face of Millar who is doing his best to cover up. Billy drags "The Moose" to a vertical position and tries to shoot him into the ropes. It's reversed at the last second and Millar catches "Sick" Billy with a powerslam! Millar hooks the leg but again Kryenik kicks out at two! Millar gets to his feet and wipes away the flowing blood from his nose. Millar reaches down and tries to pull Billy to his feet but takes a rake to the face for his trouble. Kryenik drives a knee into the gut of Millar then follows up with a big right hook to the head! Sweat and blood fly off "The Moose" but he stays on his feet. Another right hook sends Millar crashing to the mat and Billy goes for a cover only to get a two count. Billy unleashes a barrage of stiff kicks and punches at Millar as "The Moose" tries to get to his feet. In desperation, Millar drives a shoulder into the right knee of Kryenik that drops "Sick" Billy to the mat clutching his leg. Millar gets up slowly and he looks like he's been in a bar room brawl. He pulls Kryenik to his feet, hoists him up and once again attempts his Roughneck ( finisher! As Millar spins around Kryenik, the former Bi-Polar Express member manages to once again slip off of the back of "The Moose!" Millar takes a knee to the ribs that doubles him over and Kryenik nails a brutal Dry Lake! The referee drops into position and three slaps of the mat later "Sick" Billy Kryenik has another victory under his belt!
We're all set for the TV Title Main Event, one of these men will be heading to next week's Action! to defend the title against an opponent yet to be named. The Champion, Jeff James; the Challenger, "The Angry American", Matthew Kurtis! James looks a bit hesitant to charge right in at the big man, and he cautiously beckons with a collar and elbow tie-up, which he quickly follows with toe kick to the midsection. Two forearm shots to the chest follow, and James is off the ropes with crossbody, but Kurtis with a catch! Backbreaker on James, and he gets dropped onto the mat. Now it's Kurtis off the ropes, and he drops a big leg across the head of the TV Champ, with all of his three hundred-plus pounds behind it. Kurtis with a pick-up now, and he scoop slams James to the mat. He goes this time for a jumping elbow, but no ones home! James SPRINGS up, and hits a dropsault to brush the big man back against the ropes! James gets back up quickly, and jumps OVER the top rope, landing on the apron but quickly jumping up and heel kicking Kurtis to the back of the head, sending him to the mat! A nice round of applause from the crowd for that one. James slingshots over, and hits a rolling senton! He covers, but barely gets two. And now the big man is up. Knee to the gut by Kurtis, followed by a shortarm - pulls him in for the SPINEBUSTER! He nailed it! The crowd pops, and Kurtis picks James up, way over his head - another scoop slam and James bounces off the mat, grabbing at the small of his back. Kurtis is looking good in his biggest NAPW match to date. James gets to his knees, and Kurtis looks to pull him up. Jame shas none of that though, firing away at the big man's midsection. One, two, three shots from James, but a club to the back of the neck quells that comeback. Until - LOW BLOW! It looks like the Royal Foundation is still influencing the TV Champ, and the crowd doesn't like it one bit! James gets back up, and sweeps Kurtis to the mat - DOUBLE KNEE MOONSAULT! James nips up, he's on fire now! Standing Shooting Star Press! He jumps to the top rope, he's perched. FLYING LARIAT! He covers! ONE...TWO...NOT THREE! Both men get back to their feet, and James runs at Kurtis only to slide beneath him - the Angry American turns around, and sidesteps a wheel kick! James rolls along the mat and hops up - and gets CRUSHED with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! The crowd pops for the big power move, and Matthew Kurtis is calling for the end! We're gonna have a new Television Champion! But wait, here comes Kurt Castle! He charges down to ringside, and gets into Kurtis' peripheral vision! "This is my match, get the hell outta here!" Castle just laughs at Kurtis, and tells him to turn around! TOO LATE! JAMES EFFECT ON A THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUND MATTHEW KURTIS! The cover for one, two, THREE! Jeff James retains the title... He quickly heads back to the locker room with Saki and the belt. In the ring, Kurtis is just getting to his feet, and Lyndsey is consoling him. Castle yells some disparaging remarks, and Kurtis moves to assault Castle, who just laughs again and heads for the exit. Lyndsey tells Matthew just to wait till Tuesday Night Fights where he'll meet Castle one on one! Tune in Tuesday night to see that match, as well as the six man tag and the Tag Team Title Main Event featuring the top two tag teams in the NAPW, The New and Improved DX defending their titles against The Celtic Assassins!
Goodnight everybody!
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