TUESDAY. NIGHT. FIGHTS.

12/05/2006

Fade in.

The intro fades out to a shot of the Moose Jaw Civic Center, jampacked full of screaming, entertainment-starved fans!

BILL HEWSON: Welcome everybody to NAPW, welcome to Tuesday Night Fights! Tonight 1200-plus screaming fans have packed the Moose Jaw Civic Center to witness the hometown favorites The New & Improved D-X defend their tag team titles against the Celtic Assassins! I'm Bill Hewson alongside Jack "Attack" Jones!

JACK JONES: Tag title match? How about the six-man tag, Hewson? What a team! The Plague teaming up with the REUNITED Rat Pack of Pure Honor champ Chris Casino and the future NAPW Champion, Evan Cartwright!

BILL HEWSON: It's a helluva team, but so is their opposition. NAPW Champion Patrick Bickle teams with Ravager and Simply Beautiful to take on Plague, Casino and Cartwright. All six men are involved in the big triple-main event of next week's BLACK THURSDAY II, live in Edmonton!

"Nottingham Lace" plays, and the crowd is on their feet for "Sick" Billy Kryenik! He comes out, fired up, and ready to GO.

BILL HEWSON: And we aren't wasting any time, Provincial Title on the line to open things up tonight!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW Provincial Championship!Making his way to the ring area is the challenger. From Windsor, Ontario, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds... Sick Billy Kryenik!

Huge pop from the fans for Billy, who can make the comeback complete tonight. "Rebirth" takes it's turn on the speakers, signaling the arrival of the current Provincial champion.

FRANK WARBURTON: His opponent! He is the current NAPW Provincial Champion! From Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two-hundred forty-eight pounds: "The Outlaw", Patrick Kidd!

And the crowd pops again. It'll be hard for them to pick the favorite in this match. Patrick Kidd, who after years of work has finally won his first singles belt, or Kryenik, who battled back from a broken neck. The two men meet centre ring, referee Dick Kiebiech calls for the bell, and we have the lockup! Neither man wants to give an inch here, but Kidd backs Kryenik to the ropes. A clean break, and they lock up again. Kryenik locks on a headlock, Kidd pushes out of it, Kryenik hits the ropes, Kidd hits the opposite ropes, and the two men criss cross the ring. Kryenik goes down, Kidd leapfrogs him, hits the ropes, and is met with a huge superkick! Kryenik with an early cover! One ... Two... Kidd is dazed but manages to kick out! Kryenik starts to work on the back of Kidd, applying the Branch Breaker! Kryenik wants to end this quick, and pick up HIS first NAPW singles belt. Kidd is too close to the ropes however, and he forces the break. Kidd struggles to his feet, where Kryenik is waiting with a lariat.. NO! Kidd ducks the move, Kryenik stops himself before he hits the ropes, but turns around to get a kick to the gut. Kidd goes for a suplex.. No A STUN GUN! Kryenik is bounced off the ropes and is crashed face first on the mat! And he's holding his neck, that can't be good. Kidd doesn't go for a cover, but he brings Billy to his feet and nails a swinging neckbreaker! Now Kryenik is writhing in pain, and Kidd goes for the cover! One... Two... and Kryenik just kicks out! Kidd looks a bit frustrated. He drags Billy back up, and he goes for a fisherman's suplex! Kryenik fighting with all he has! Kidd fighting to hit the move, neither man giving an inch here! Kryenik gets his arm free, and gets a few shots to Kidd's kidneys. Kidd loosens the hold, allowing Kryenik to get free, and land a right hook that knocks Kidd to the mat!

Kryenik takes a brief moment to regain his senses, but he doesn't give Kidd time to get up. Kryenik drops an elbow across Kidd's chest, then turns the man over and applies a surfboard, weakening the man's back. Kryenik sticks his boot into the small of Kidd's back, applying more pressure to the surfboard. Kiebiech asks if Kidd wants to submit, but the champ refuses. Kryenik releases the hold, then drops a double knee across the spine of Kidd! And now he looks to be going for a Bow and arrow.. NO! Kryenik is trying to cinch in the Halo! Kidd gets an elbow free and nails Kryenik in the jaw. Kryenik is stunned for a moment, allowing Kidd to go for the Cattle Mutilation! He gets the move! Kryenik yells in pain, but he manages to twist his body enough to turn Kidd over! Kidd releases the hold, Kryenik hits an uppercut on Kidd, knocking the man back. Kryenik rolls Kidd onto his stomach again, and tries to lock the Halo in once more! Kidd struggles to get his foot on the rope, and Kiebiech calls for the break! Both men get to their feet! Kryenik whips Kidd into the ropes, and goes for Kiss of Babylon! Kidd is down! Kryenik with a cover! One... Two... And Kidd gets his foot under the bottom rope! So close to a new champion! Kryenik tosses Kidd into the turnbuckles,a nd he goes for Hot Salvation! if he hits this it's over! Kryenik charges in for the lariat, but Kidd moves! Kryenik bounces off the buckles, and turns and gets a stiff spinebuster! Kidd with the cover! One... Two... Kryenik kicks out! Neither man willing to accept defeat!

Both men are weakened. They are on their knees, and start to exchange chops. The fans shout "Woo" as the shots echo of their chests. But they seem to be getting energized, as they exchange shots, they get to their feet, until finally they are standing centre ring and are stiffing the Hell out of each other! Kidd goes for one last chop, Kryenik sidesteps, then grabs Kidd and drops him on his back with a sidewalk slam! And Kryenik goes for the Halo one more time! He is obsessed with hitting that move! Kidd still has fight left in him, and slips out of the move, springs to his feet, and hooks Kryenik's arms for the Crimson Tide!.. No! Kryenik reverses into a back body drop! And he goes for the Dry Lake... Kidd gets his arm free, double leg takedown on Kryenik, Kryenik, rolls out of the way of an elbow, then hits an elbow to the back of Kidd, and goes for the Halo once more! He almost has it in this time, but Kidd rolls over, sending Kryenik out of the ring! Kryenik doesn't hit too hard, and is quick to make it back into the ring, but Kidd gets the boot to the gut, and nails the Crimson Tide! He hooks the leg for the cover! One... Two... THREE! Patrick Kidd holds onto the Provincial Title, though Kryenik put up a huge effort against him!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, and STILL NAPW Provincial Champion: "The Outlaw" Patrick Kidd!

A nice ovation from the fans for a hard fought match. Kidd and Kryenik give a brief handshake, but Kryenik can not hide his disappointment. His comeback has come so far, but it isn't complete just yet. Kidd hits the ropes to salute the fans as we head to commercial.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall!

Metallica's "Don't Tread On Me" hits and out comes newcomer Matt Kurtis, the man that took TV Champion Jeff James to the limit and nearly won the TV title in the process. He'd be the champion right now if it wasn't for the interference of his opponent: "The Devastator" Kurt Castle. Lyndsey and Matt step into the ring and Matt acknowledges the crowd.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Wickliffe, Kentucky, weighing in at three hundred and fifteen pounds! He is the "Angry American, MAAAAAATTTTHEEEEWWW, KUUUUUURRRRTIISSS!

"Releasing the Demons", and here comes Kurt Castle, all business. The big man strides down to the ring, and steps in over the top rope and gets right in Kurtis face, before Sharplin orders him to his corner. The crowd boos and shouts jeers at Castle.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety-eight pounds, "The Devastator", KUUUURRRT CAAAAAASTTLEEEE!

The bell rings, and the behemoths square off. Castle calls for a test of strength, and Kurtis complies - until Castle begs off and walks to the corner, shouting at the crowd to shut up, "cause Castle is in the ring!". He turns and gets a meat cleaver right in the face, what a punch by Kurtis! Castle fires back one of his own! And another! Kurtis answers with a huge right, and two quick jabs, now it's Haymaker time - BLOCKED! Castle with a rake of the eyes, and a punch right in the forehead that backs Kurtis into the corner! Knee smash! Castle whispers to the crowd to quiet down, which they do...OVERHAND CHOP, it sounded like raw meat hitting cement! Castle laughs, and smacks The Angry American right in the kisser. "This is what I do to the Kurtis Family! DEVASTATE THEM!" He winds up or a knife edge chop - and hits nothing but air. Why? Because Matthew Kurtis ducks, and lands a belly to back suplex on the Devastator, to the fans' delight. Kurtis picks up his opponent, but gets another thumb to the eye to back him off! He turns and bends over in the middle of the ring, clutching his eye. An IRATE Lyndsey hops onto the apron, shouting at Sharplin for not seeing it. Sharplin turns around to get her off the apron, but due to this doesn't see Castle rip the tag rope off the turnbuckle and STRANGLE Kurtis with it! He's gonna kill him if he keeps this up, but Sharplin is still trying to get Lyndsey off the apron! Sharplin finally turns around, and Castle quickly discards the rope.

Kurtis is on the mat now, struggling to breathe. He gets to his knees, but gets kicked right in the head by Castle, sending him to his back. Castle off the ropes, but he misses a leg drop! Castle grabs his ass like he just got shot, and butt hops about half way across the ring to the ropes. Kurtis is up, and charges a rising Castle, slamming him into the turnbuckle. Kurtis centers his opponent with snapmare right in the center of the ring, and picks him up for an irish whip. He catches him and plants a Spinebuster on him! A vertical suplex follows next, and Kurtis drops an elbow and goes for a pin, getting just barely two. Castle struggles to his feet, and Sharplin (unwisely) positions himself behind him. Matt Kurtis is sizing up the opposition for a Clothesline from Heck (Hell sounds too negative) and TAKES THE HEAD RIGHT OFF OF - Poor John Sharplin. Owie. Castle ducked it!

JACK JONES: ...Indeeeeed.

Sharplin flips through the air like Eddie Gordo, and he's out cold. Castle sees this as an opportunity, and promptly low blows Kurtis from behind before nailing him with a Pumphandle Slam. He heads outside the ring and grabs a chair! Lyndsey screams for Matthew to get up, but once he does it's too late - KA-BONG! The chair gets wrapped around Kurtis' head, and he falls straight onto his back. Castle smacks the taste out of Sharplin's mouth to "wake him up", and now Castle slaps on his "Truth Serum", a variation of the Steiner Recliner. Sharplin has enough sense in him to call for the bell, as Kurtis has "passed out from the pain". And with that, Sharplin slumps over and Castle's domination of the Kurtis' continues!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, KUUUURRRT CAAAAAASTTLEEEE!

Castle gets up and starts to celebrate, screaming that "His brother is next!". Just to be a dick, and to send a message, he puts the Truth Serum back on Kurtis, poses for the camera. But here comes Lyndsey, she's a former Women's Champion in other promotions, dammit! She slaps Castle, but he retailates with a GOOZLE! OH NO, HE'S GONNA HIT LYNDSEY!

BUT HERE COMES CHAD KURTIS, AND THE CROWD EXPLODES!

He slides in the ring and hands Castle his ASS, clotheslining him right over the top! Castle lands on his feet, but then falls staight on his ass again. Chad checks on Lyndsey, making sure she's ok, but she's only shaken up. Then he comes OVER THE TOP ROPE! CASTLE AND KURTIS GOING CRAZY IN THE AISLE! HERE COMES SECURITY --- Security trying to pull apart both men, holding Kurtis back near the ring and Castle in the aisle. Castle yells for the microphone, finally getting one, and he sounds PISSED. Castle is almost screaming as he speaks.

KURT CASTLE: So this is how it's going to be Chad? You guys want to continue to fight me two on one huh? That's the only way you guys think you can get to me. And you're right. Oh yeah, go ahead and have the little security crew pretend to hold you back. The fact of the matter is you don't want anything to do with me.

Castle pauses and looks around at the crowd. This brings on a jeer or boos from them.

KURT CASTLE: You fans disgust me too. These guys continue to attack me behind, yet they are the ones you cheer? Gimme a break. They're jealous of me... All you fans are jealous of me.

BILL HEWSON: What is this guy talking about? Castle's delusional!

JACK JONES: He's just speaking the truth, Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: Turn up your hearing aid, Jones.

KURT CASTLE: CHAD! The first night I stepped inside a ring here at NAPW, I told you I was a man of action. I think I've proved that as I ve done nothing but decimate your family week after week. You say it doesn't matter what stipulation "the powers that be" determine for our final confrontation. Well I'll do you one better. I'll tell you what kind of match we are going to have.

The fans boo even louder with every word that comes from Castle's mouth. You even see an occasional cup being thrown into the ring at him.

KURT CASTLE: December 14th, live and on pay per view. Chad, it's going to be YOU and ME...

Castle pauses again to build some suspense.

KURT CASTLE: BULLROPE MATCH! You can run and hide all you want until then, but when you're tied to me by a ten-foot rope, there will be nowhere for you to go. And once and for all, I will prove my superiority to you. Now you can embrace THAT. Or be destroyed by it.

Castle throws the microphone in the air and you can hear it static as it hits the concrete. He turns to walk away, but now Castle has a microphone. He's furious, baby!

CHAD KURTIS: Castle, Castle, Castle! "The Show" has been keeping his eye on NAPW this week, and he has heard you rattle on and on about him. He even heard you claim he was obsessed with you. I do believe you may just have that back wards, kid. You see you are the one you came out and got in the business of "The Show", remember. And, you been a pain in my ass since. But, I will give you one thing you have always came in look me it the face, but that doesn't mean you ain't a cheap shot artist. A cheap shot artist is someone who takes advantage of a situation, and that is what you have done since the beginning. But enough of that! You had to cheap shot to beat my brother here tonight, you almost hit a damn woman... well in just nine days I plan to hold class on your ass in the ring! Bull-rope match suits me just fine!

The crowd pops huge for this, they're going to damn well order the PPV.

CHAD KURTIS: I apologize to the fan who was expected a more lively entertaining interview, but "The Show" had to go back and get his "game face" on get more focused, so come Black Thursday II... you want a bull-rope match? You got it, bitch! At Black Thursday II, this issue betweens us ENDS!

Castle is yelling "Get out of my way!", although it doesn't look like he's trying that hard to get through security. Kurtis is standing his ground ... this is going to be one hell of a match at Black Thursday II between two men looking to make their names in NAPW.

JACK JONES: And that was the end. The end of dog racing.

BILL HEWSON: What is wrong with you?

JACK JONES: Hey, I didn't hire the monkey.

BILL HEWSON: For the love of... Tuesday Night Fights goes on, and our next match is a doozy. SUPERSTAR Thomas Deathrow in action against the Commissioner's new muscle, "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov. Commissioner Joseph Winchell is hellbent on proving that the SAD, Deathrow and Krusty Kid Paul, have been playing the Man In Black. This match is NOT superstar rules, Winchell's taken that away from STD.

JACK JONES: Good, those things are dangerous.

BILL HEWSON: Well I think it's quite pathetic the way Winchell is so obsessed with the MIB, and his vendetta against the Sexy Adorable Drunks.

30 Seconds To Mars hits up. Led to the ring by his manager, the motor-mouth Eli Potts, it's the huge, intimidating KRENSHOV. The crowd boos him heartily, which he ignores.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompaned to the ring by Eli Potts, he weighs in at three-hundred and sixty-eight pounds and stands six-feet, nine inches tall! From Middletown New Jersey... "The Colossal" Kenny Krenshov!

Krenshov steps over the top rope, flexing. His temper is in check, but what's going to happen when his opponent comes out? "We Fall, We Fall" blasts from the PA and to a surprising POP(!), out comes the Superstar Thomas Deathrow. He's coming to the ring and has a strangely focused look on his face. He's wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans and carrying a big frigging shovel. He rolls into the ring and blasts the shovel onto the ropes!

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From St. Paul Minnesota... weighing two-hundred fifty-four pounds, one half of the Sexy Adorable Drunks, he is SUPERSTAR THOMAS DEATHROW!

Deathrow is still holding the shovel, referee John Sharplin referring the match and telling Deathrow to get rid of the shovel. Deathrow likes his hardcore, but he also likes winning. Deathrow tosses the shovel over his shoulder and out of the ring, and while Krenshov's eyes are following it, Deathrow kicks Krenshov in the damn knee! He's going to cut the big tree down, Deathrow doesn't need his hardcore today to stick it to Joseph Winchell. Another kick, Deathrow off the ropes with a low dropkick to the knee. Holy shit, Deathrow can do a dropkick? A Sandman-esque dropkick, but it worked. Krenshov is staggering, Deathrow kicks him in the gut, then hits a double-ax handle on the big man's shoulder. Deathrow hits the ropes CAUGHT. Krenshov with a sudden big boot that nearly takes Deathrow's head off. Wow. Krenshov looks angry about Deathrow's early offense, and now he's choking the man out. Sharplin's on him with the count, but Krenshov instead uses both hands to lift Deathrow up by the throat. He rams Deathrow back-first into the turnbuckle and gets some speed for an AVALANCHE --- Deathrow dodges and hits a drop toe-hold, sending Krenshov face first into the top turnbuckle. Krenshov stumbles backwards out, and then Deathrow hits the ropes and brings Krenshov down with a running bulldog. That takes Krenshov down face-first. Deathrow gets a gleam in his eye... oh no! He's on top of Krenshov's head, it's time for TNT --- total non-stop Tommy! He's humiliating Krenshov and hurting him like crazy, thrusting the man's face-first into the canvas. But wait a minute --- Krenshov is trying to stand up! He can't do this, oh my gosh, he's getting to his feet and he has Deathrow on his shoulders! This is not looking good... GOOD GOD, ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! And Deathrow comes down off the shoulders from a six-foot nine man, a ten foot drop combining their heights! Krenshov covers - ONE. TWO. Kick-out by Thomas Deathrow.

Deathrow looks pretty rattled by that move, but we know the man has incredible resiliency, he was involved in that brutal TaiPei Deathmatch with Billy Kryenik months ago. But he's never been in the ring with a man the size and power of Kenny Krenshov. Krenshov pulls Deathrow up and hits a big backbreaker. He hoists him up again, this time holding Deathrow for a Fallaway Slam. Deathrow hits the canvas hard, but Potts directs Krenshov to get some more damage before covering. Krenshov stands on Deathrow's hair... and begins trying to pull the man up. That's just sadistic. Deathrow throws a shot to the breadbasket, trying to get some fight here, but Krenshov just lowers the boom on him hard several times. Geez. Krenshov picks Deathrow up like a ragdoll in shoulder-breaker position. He runs and RAMS Deathrow into the turnbuckle hard... then across the other side of the ring to the other turnbuckle. He's still got Deathrow, and now he lifts him up HIGH over his head in gorilla press position... Good GOD. Deathrow dropped face first onto the turnbuckle from nearly ten damn feet high! Deathrow has blood coming from his mouth, he must have bit his tongue brutally, as Krenshov covers for ONE. TWO. TH--- Deathrow kicks out. Krenshov holds up three fingers to the referee, Sharplin flashes two, it was only a two-count, but Deathrow is getting his ass kicked. No need to sugarcoat it, Krenshov is physically destroying the Superstar.

Krenshov says, okay, that didn't keep Deathrow down, then he can suffer some more. He pulls Deathrow up to his feet, Deathrow barely able to stand in the middle of the ring... RUNNING BIG BOOT. Again, Krenshov takes Deathrow's head nearly off... ONE! TWO! THRENOOOO! Deathrow kicks out once again. Potts yells at the referee, but Krenshov is getting furious. He pulls up Thomas Deathrow, and now it's time for the end. TOTAL ECLIPSE. Deathrow is limp, barely holding up, his free hand in front of him... Krenshov holds him, roaring at the crowd --- Wait a minute! Deathrow's hand is suddenly in Krenshov's face! Wait... wait a minute! It's the Claw! Did he? Deathrow did! Deathrow had his hand down his damn pants! Kenny Krenshov is in the nasty grip of the Sweaty Ball Claw! Can Deathrow take down the big man? Krenshov is trying to escape, but Deathrow is suddenly like a man possessed BAM. The referee goes down! But Deathrow has Krenshov in a bad way, no man wants to experience the Sweaty Ball Claw... Eli Potts from behind! Potts jumps on Deathrow, Deathrow won't let go of the SBC... Potts trying to take down Deathrow or something but Deathrow rams backwards into the turnbuckle, laying Potts out. The impact loosens the grip on the Claw, enough for Krenshov to get out, but Deathrow is quick to the attack. He boots Krenshov in the gut hard, doubling him over, and it's time for the Deathrow Driver! Nobody's ever kicked out of this, but can Deathrow possibly get the near four-hundred pound Krenshov up for it? He's going to try, but that's when Joseph Winchell hits the ring. He grabs the shovel Deathrow had and blasts Deathrow in the back of the head and neck. But all that does is piss Thomas Deathrow OFF. He lets go of Krenshov and turns around, and Joseph Winchell immediately blanches. Deathrow pulls the shovel out of Winchell's hands and raises it high above his head --- Krenshov from behind. Krenshov with a SICK German Suplex that nearly folds Deathrow in half, he landed grossly on his neck. Winchell rolls out of the ring, and then Krenshov grabs Deathrow. This time there's no counter... TOTAL ECLIPSE. The cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! Kenny Krenshov with a HUGE victory over Thomas Deathrow!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner, KENNNNNY KRENSHOOOOOOV!

BILL HEWSON: Deathrow could have won the damn match if Winchell hadn't gotten involved ---

JACK JONES: Deathrow should have been disqualified for that Sweaty Ball Claw!

BILL HEWSON: Oh shove it, Winchell cost Deathrow the match... taking nothing away from the strength of Krenshov, but now what? This is enough, you've already beat the man!

Winchell is now railing for Krenshov to continue the damage. Where is Krusty Kid Paul? Krenshov hooks Deathrow once more... another Total Eclipse, no, not another one... wait a minute! Out of the crowd, it's THE MAN IN BLACK! The MIB comes into the ring and... well, for yet another show, somebody nails Kenny Krenshov in the crotch. That floors Krenshov, and then the MIB goes straight for Joseph Winchell. He grabs Winchell, it's time for it, but wait a minute --- Krenshov is back up! HE'S GOT THE MIB FROM BEHIND! NO! SKY-HIGH POWERBOMB! The Man In Black has been decimated by Krenshov, who is pulling out from his tights... a CUP. Well, can't blame him for that one. Winchell is now grabbing the Man In Black, wait a minute, he's trying to take off the black mask! The Man In Black is going to be unmasked... DEATHROW! HAS THE SHOVEL! He fires at Krenshov and POW. Krenshov staggers backwards, Deathrow with another shovel shot sends Krenshov over the top rope. Then he fires at Winchell --- but Joseph scurries in a hurry. Deathrow helps up the Man In Black as Winchell yells for security... they're coming to the ring, but Deathrow & the MIB escape through the crowd. What will happen next week when Joseph Winchell and the MIB wrestle at Black Thursday II?

JACK JONES: ... and don't forget that the vintage Jack Attack Bobble Head is a great Christmas present for any family member.

BILL HEWSON: Indeed it is, Jack Attack, but we're about to get to one of the most hotly anticipated matches of the night!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH UP!

"WA-AH-AH-AH"

No sooner has Bill Hewson said that, when THE PLAGUE steps out from behind the curtain. The former NAPW Champion sneers at the booing crowd and starts down to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: There's a lot going on in this match tonight. Six men, each with their own agenda going into Black Thursday II.

JACK JONES: Well it isn't hard to know what The Plague's agenda is, Bill Hewson. He has one man in his sights, and he wants to finally put an end to Ravager's NAPW run.

As the Plague steps into the ring, "Smooth" cuts off Disturbed, and now it's the Pure Honor Champion, CHRIS CASINO, who's on his way to the ring. He carries with him his gaudy new "Vegas Pure Honor Belt", the Kiniski Cup on display at his Bellagio Resort, and struts on down to the ring amidst the continuing boos.

JACK JONES: I'll never understand these NAPW fans. No matter what new pinacle Chris Casino attains, they just crap all over it! He's the Pure Honor Champion for Pete's sake!

BILL HEWSON: Some champion. Cheating in a PURE HONOR Title match? Casino's hit a new low, Jack Jones.

As Casino hits a corner to raise his terrifically ugly belt and bask in his own wonderful heat, "Hold On, I'm Coming" hits the speakers and "PERFECTION" EVAN CARTWRIGHT emerges. The Number 1 Contender rushes down to the ring, slides in, and hits the corner opposite Casino, gesturing that soon - very soon - he'll have a shiny new belt around his waist. The Plague, himself, rises on a third turnbuckle, and the volume of jeers increases as the NAPW fans are treated to the Unholy Trinity itself. Chris Casino, Evan Cartwright and The Plague.

And SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL! Queen blasts over the sound system and the crowd pops for him as he emerges from the curtains and stands - as tall as life - at the entrance. He glares down to the ring, where the evil trio hop down from their perches, and begins slowly making his way there. Casino, Cartwright and Plague all start trying to goad him into "joining them" in the ring, but SB smiles and shakes his head no.

BILL HEWSON: The - sadly - former Pure Honor Champion. Very wisely keeping his distance to avoid what would likely turn into an early three on one.

JACK JONES: The bell hasn't even rung yet, Hewson! Are you suggesting out Pure Honor Champion, Chris Casino, would resort to some kind of cheap sneak attack!?

BILL HEWSON: Very likely.

Four cellos playing "Path", and the crowd pops for RAVAGER. The hitman barely stops to acknowledge the cheers, instead heading right toward the ring. He stops near the ring and glares up at first Cartwright, then Plague... and then gets a FACE FULL of Chris Casino's feet! Baseball slide to the outside! Ravager topples as the crowd begins crying bloody murder! Chris Casino pulls Ravager up and rolls him into the ring when Simply Beautiful decends on him with a elbow to the back! SB has Casino busy at ringside... but Ravager's alone against Plague and Evan Cartwright in the ring! As Frank Warburton wisely flees for his life, Plague and Perfection rain down blows on the hitman who covers up as best he can against the beat down...

And Broken Social Scene heralds PATRICK BICKLE for the save! The crowd pops HUGE and Bickle charges into the ring, wielding the NAPW Championship belt, and sending both The Plague and Evan Cartwright running! Simply Beautiful rolls into the ring, shouting curses down at Casino, as Patrick Bickle extends a hand down to Ravager for help up. Ravager hesitates... then takes the hand, eliciting ANOTHER pop from the crowd. But the moment doesn't last, as referee Morgan Smythe orders the trio to get to their corner. Across the ring, their counterparts have regrouped, and made their way to their own corner, looking somewhat pleased with themselves. Chris Casino steps into the ring to start the match off, casually insulting Ravager's family, and inviting the hitman to join him. Ravager smirks, shaking his head, and Simply Beautiful steps into the ring with a grin. Smythe calls for the bell.

SB and Casino circle each other for a moment, then lock up. Both men struggle for a moment, and Simply Beautiful takes Chris Casino over, then slips into the Painkiller! He struggles to lock in the armbar, but Casino bounces his way over the ropes, getting himself an early ropebreak. Beautiful releases the hold, and Casino gets to his feet, rubbing his shoulder... only to be tripped with a perfect Drop Toe Hold! Beautiful keeps hold of the ankle, and grapevines an Ankle Lock, but again Casino flails to the ropes, and Smythe forces SB to relase the hold.

BILL HEWSON: If this was a Pure Honor match, Casino would ALREADY have spent two of his rope breaks!

JACK JONES: But these aren't Pure Honor rules, Bill Hewson. The champ can take as many rope breaks as he wants.

And Casino knows it. He's grinning ear to ear, truth be told, like he's in on a joke that Simply Beautiful doesn't know yet. The Pure Honor Champion again takes his feet, and again SB goes to throw on a hold... but Casino stops him with a toe kick! SNAP SUPLEX! Beautiful crashes over, and Casino cinches in a wicked looking Headlock! Bickle and Ravager begins stamping their feet, trying to rally SB, and the crowd claps along with them! Beautiful begins squirming, but Casino holds fast... wait... SB manages to get himself into... a handstand? And jerks his head out of the hold! Damn! Casino blinks... and SB catches an arm! Painkiller!? NO! Casino POKES Simply Beautiful in the eye, and the former Pure Honor Champion recoils, dropping to the ring clutching at his face! Cartwright makes a great show of moving to crash the ring, getting Morgan Smythe's attention. Chis Casino laughs and moves in for the kill...

BILL HEWSON: Some Pure Honor Champion! BLATANTLY breaking rules!? Relying on his ALLIES to help in a tough spot!?

JACK JONES: How can you call outsmarting your opponent in a NON Pure Honor match be called...

... only to be KICKED RIGHT BETWEEN THE UPRIGHTS! Casino HOWLS and the crowd CHEERS as Simply Beautiful rises, rubbing his smarting eye!

JACK JONES: FOUL! FOUL! DISQUALIFICATION!

BILL HEWSON: What's that, Jack Attack? I couldn't make out your comment over all that hypocrisy.

Simply Beautiful sneers down at Chris Casino, who clutches his little VLT's, tears in his eyes. "You wanna play dirty, 'Champ'?" SB reaches down and grabs a handfull of Casino's blonde hair."Let's PLAY DIRTY!" SB, fire in his eyes, DRIVES Casino into the corner and begins CHOKING him against the ropes! The crowd CHEERS! But where's the referee!? Well, at this point Evan Cartwright is LEGITIMATELY trying to crash the ring for the save, and wee little Morgan Smythe is holding him back with all her might. Plague just watches on coldly, making no moves to help.

Beautiful releases his choke just as Smythe turns back to the action, and Casino collapses into the corner. Beautiful SPITS on Casino, and reaches out to tag... RAVAGER. The hitman rushes into the corner and... SILENCER! Casino goes limp, and Ravager DRAGS him to the middle of the ring! Pin! One! Two! PLAGUE! The Plague STORMS the ring and drops an elbow right on Ravager's head! Morgan Smythe forces the former champ back his corner, but the damage is done! Ravager rubs his head and Chris Casino springs into his corner and tags Evan Cartwright. "Perfection" Evan Cartwright runs at Ravager and NAILS a Dropkick across the assassin's head! Cartwright makes a rude gesture at Patrick Bickle, but the NAPW Champion doesn't rise to the taunting, instead glaring at his challenger. Cartwright smirks and turns to RAVAGERWITHANINVERTEDSUPLEX! Cartwright bounces on the mat and clutches his ribs, and Ravager rushes after the man who stole his Number One Contendership. He pulls Evan Cartwright up... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! And a PIN! One! Kickout at one! Ravager smells blood. He pulls Perfection up again and cinches the waist... but Cartwright hooks his leg around Ravager's... and BOXES Ravager's ears! The crowd hisses as Ravager drops the hold and clutches at his head... and Cartwright hooks up for a SAMBO SUPLEX! Now Ravager is the one on the mat! Perfection pulls Ravager to his feet and whips him into his team's corner. Plague has loosened the tape on his wrist and takes the opportunity to begin CHOKING Ravager from behind while Cartwright obscures it with some fancy chops on the chest. The crowd begins booing again! Before Smythe can notice, Plague lets go and Cartwright tags in Chris Casino. Casino and Cartwright pull Ravager to the middle of the ring... TOTAL ELIMINATION!

JACK JONES: YES! Vintage Rat Pack!

Casino with the pin! One! Two! Thrrrrkickout! So. Very. CLOSE. Cartwright vacates the ring while Chris Casino hauls up the weak-kneed hitman. He hooks the neck, goes for the vertical... no... BRAINBUSTER! Ravager goes splat in the ring, and Casino again hooks the leg! One! Two! KICKOUT! Still denied! Bickle and Simply Beautiful begin stomping on the apron to rally Ravager, and the crowd is right behind them, clapping along. Casino smirks at them, pulls up Ravager again, and whips him to the ropes! Casino bends over for the back body drop... and Ravager KICKS him in the head! Casino staggers back and Ravager collapses in the ring! The crowd begins chanting "RA-VA-GER! RA-VA-GER!" He starts painfully crawling to his corner while Casino shakes the cobwebs from his noggin'. Ravager begins reaching out toward Patrick Bickle! The NAPW Champion is on edge, just WAITING for the tag! And Chris Casino grabs Morgan Smythe and points out a kid in the crowd with a Ravager sign! What's he saying? That the kid is cramping his style!? What the hell!? RAVAGER WITH THE TAG!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

Bickle is ONE HAWT TAG! He flies into the ring and SPEARS the everloving CRAP out of Chris Casino just as the Pure Honor Champion turns back to the action! Cartwright and Plague make to get in the ring... but WHAT!? Morgan Smythe is pushing Bickle back to his corner!

BILL HEWSON: NO! NO! She didn't see the TAG!? DAMN THAT CHRIS CASINO! He distracted her ON PURPOSE!

Bickle is arguing that he's legal, but Smythe shakes her head no! Worse still, Cartwright has hit the ring again and he and Casino are stomping away at Ravager! They pull Ravager toward their corner, and Cartwright vacates as Smythe turns back to the action. Chris Casino grins a toothy smile at Simply Beautiful and Patrick Bickle... then makes a great big show of tagging in... THE PLAGUE.

Plague enters the ring to a chorus of boos and joins Chris Casino in a rousing mudhole stomping. After a five count, Smythe orders Casino out of the ring, and Plague raches down and grabs a handfull of Ravager's hair. He PULLS Ravager to the middle of the ring... then slowly pulls off an elbow pad.

BILL HEWSON: What the hell is that monster doHOLY HELL!

VICIOUS ELBOW STRIKES! Right to the HEAD of Ravager! The exposed elbow digging in AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN! AND RAVAGER IS BUSTED OPEN! Plague grins a SICK GRIN and starts shouting in Ravager's face. "I don't need a STAPLE GUN to MAKE. YOU. BLEED!" Plague is now in the driver's seat. He pulls the dazed hitman up and DOUBLE UNDERHOOKS THE ARMS! THIS IS THE END! BLACK DENOOOOOOOOOOO!!! RAVAGER POWERS OUT! Plague is dropped on his HEAD and Ravager SPRINGS into his corner! Casino and Cartwright don't miss a beat! They crash the ring... but TOO LATE! BICKLE WITH THE TAG!

HOT!! TAG!!

Lariat drops Cartwright! Clothesline on Casino! SPEARS PLAGUE OUT OF HIS BOOTS! FLYING Forearm Smash on Cartwright! Dropkick sends Chris Casino SOARING over the ropes! Evan Cartwright staggers back to his corner... only to have Plague WHIPPED into him! Both men slump in the corner... BIG SPLASH! The crowd is ON IT'S FEET! Cartwright has the presence of mind to grab the tag rope and tag himself in JUST as Bickle grabs the topping Plague and ROLLS HIM UP! Smythe caught the tag! She waves her hands no to the Champion and points at Evan Cartwright. Bickle looks over... and gets a SUPERKICK right in the face! Cartwright hooks the LEG! ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

Evan Cartwright curses, and calls over Plague. Cartwright cinches Bickle's waist... Plague hits the ropes... Hart Attack!? NO! RAVAGER CATCHES PLAGUE'S FOOT! The crowd POPS as he HAULS Plague out of the ring, and the former NAPW Champion CRASHES to the floor at ringside! The bloody hitman gives him a stomp, then Chris Casino tackles him from behind! Plague rises as Casino shoves Ravager HARD into the guardrail, and both men begin taking turns KICKING Ravager.

In the ring, Cartwright still has Bickle in a Bear Hug, but has only now realised that Plague isn't in the ring anymore. He turns the Bear Hug into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, and turns in time to see Simply Beautiful FLY BY HIM! SB jumps to the top rope... HIGH VAULTING BODY PRESS! Casino, Ravager and Plague all COLLAPSE along with him into the guardrail! The crowd starts chanting "HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)!" Back in the ring, Cartwright and Bickle are exchanging stiff chops. Perfection manages to gain the upper hand, hooks an arm... JAPANESE ARMDRAG! And his scissors the arm and turns it into a CROSS ARMBREAKER! Bickle cries out, but shakes his head no when Smythe asks if he submits! The NAPW Champion flails with a leg... but he can't reach the ropes! Cartwright CRANKS BACK on the hold, and screams for Bickle to "TAP!"

MY GOD THE PAIN! Bickle FLAILS harder! Trying to work his way toward the rope!

Bickle, face etched with agony, CRIES OUT! He just... can't... get... to the ropes...

Will he tap!?

WILL HE TAP!?

NO! HE CATCHES THE ROPES!

Morgan Smythe calls for the break, but has to start counting down from five as Perfection pulls back on he hold! Bickle grits his teeth and JUST as she reaches four, Cartwright releases the hold! Bickle quickly tries to rise, but Cartwright KIPS UP! He grabs Bickle, and hooks the head... but the Champ isn't gassed, yet! A rabbit punch catches Perfection off guard, and the Number One Contender doubles over! Bickle hooks the head... SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Cartwright CRASHES to the mat and clutches at his head! Bickle... ASAI MOONSAULT! The suicidal NAPW Champion with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRRRRRNOOOOO!! KICKOUT!

Outside the ring, Ravager and Plague are completely focused on each other. Every shot is immediately met with a counter, and their teammates seem to be forgotten behind them. Plague hurls Ravager into a guardrail, and gives him a stomp. He then pulls him up and starts driving him toward the curtain! Their fight is going backstage! Casino and Simply Beautiful are busy at ringside as well! Beautiful is SLAMMING Casino head first into the time keeper's table!

Bickle Kips Up in the ring and FIRES HIMSELF UP! The crowd is RIGHT BEHIND HIM! Cartwright has shakily taken his feet. Bickle grabs him by the back of his head and DRIVES him into the corner, SMASHING his head into the top turnbuckle! Cartwright staggers backward in the ring, and Bickle starts CLAMBERING TO THE TOP ROPE! Outside, Casino reverses things on Simply Beautiful and HURLS him into a camera man! The two men tangle together, and Casino LEAPS onto the ring apron like a cat... and PUSHES BICKLE OFF! Patrick Bickle flies prematurely...

INTO A PERFFFEEEEECT UPPPPPPERCUUUUUUUTTTT!

Bickle CRASHES into the ring, NECK FIRST! CARTWRIGHT WITH THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL WITH THE SAVE!

BUT TOO LATE!

THREEEEEEE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your WINNERS... CHRIS CASINO. THE PLAGUE. And PERFECTIONNNNN... EVAAAAAAN CAAAAARTWRIGHT!

JACK JONES: YES! He DID it, Bill Hewson! EVAN CARTWRIGHT DEFEATS PATRICK BICKLE! He TRULY IS PERFECTION!

BILL HEWSON: You make it sound like he just won the NAPW Championship! Cartwright still has to REPEAT tonight's performance at Black Thursday II!

JACK JONES: And he WILL, Bill Hewson! Mark my words, he will!

Cartwright and Casino have retreated up to the entry way. Chris Casino holds his Vegas Pure Title up high in one hand, and Evan Cartwright's arm up in the other. With his free arm, Perfection makes a belt motion around his waist and flashes a smile as the crowd boos!

In the ring, Simply Beautiful looks crestfallen. Bickle, up in a corner and cradling his NAPW Championship belt, just GLARES after the former Rat Pack as they retreat in victory. What is going through these men's minds!? And where the HELL have Ravager and Plague gone!? We've got to go to commercial!

Back to commercial, Frank Warburton in the ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd pops huge for this announcement. Ashley MacIssac blares, and to a decent reaction comes the Celtic Assassins. The crowd likes 'em alright.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challengers! At a total combined weight of five-hundred and sixty-five pounds... "The Scottish Wrecking Machine" Al Thoes! "The Irish Adonis" Bobby O'Brady! THHHHHHHE CELLLLLTIC ASSSSAAAASSSSSINNNNNNS!

BILL HEWSON: This is the fourth title shot for the Celtic Assassins. They've come up short three times in the past and you gotta believe that if they can't win it tonight...

JACK JONES: You know the facts, Hewson? If the Celtic Assassins lose tonight, they might as well just quit the business. Four-time losers, damn.

The Celts hit the ring, posing briefly, and then they take a corner. There's a pause. And then? "Heroes." David Bowie. And the crowd.

EXPLODES.

FRANK WARBURTON: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! From St. Alberta Alberta... THE BEAST BRUCE RICHARDS! And his partner, from RIGHT HERE IN MOOSE JAW... STYLIN' KYLE ROBERTS! THEY ARE THE FOUR-TIME NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THEY ARE THE NEW & IMPROVED DEEEEEEEE-EXXXXXXX!

BILL HEWSON: LISTEN TO THIS OVATION FOR THE HOMETOWN BOY KYLE ROBERTS AND HIS PARTNER FOR YEARS!

JACK JONES: WHAT?

They step through the curtain! The Beast in his duster stands tall, and Kyle Roberts in front of him HBK style lookin' cocky, but damn if the smile on his face isn't 100% genuine as his hometown goes crazy for him. Bill Fleming comes out behind them, clapping his team on. D-X takes the aisle, Kyle slapping hands, and D-X takes the ring, each hitting a corner and holding up their tag team belts. Finally, D-X gets down, handing off their entrance gear. Dick Kiebiech holds the NAPW Tag Team Titles high in the air and then ding ding ding, the title match is on.

Kyle Roberts starts off for his team, the crowd immediately breaking out into a "STYLIN' KYLE, CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP" chant. Kyle looks around, then points to his head mouthing "Smarter than you." And the crowd pops. Go figure. Roberts draws Bobby O'Brady to start it off, and there's a tie-up. O'Brady wins with a SIDE HEADLOCK. OH NO! NOT A SIDE HEADLOCK BY THE CELTS! WTF THIS MATCH IS OVER --- wait, no, Roberts gets to the ropes and shoots O'Brady off. O'Brady rebounds, Roberts drops down and O'Brady steps over, rebound, this time Roberts with a leapfrog, O'Brady puts the breaks on before rebounding again, turns around, STYLESKICK. OUT OF NOWHERE. O'Brady topples like a big oaktree, and Roberts has the PIN for ONE, TWO --- kick out. D-X almost retained the belts right there, and now Roberts has O'Brady to the turnbuckle, bashing his head into it. Now to the next turnbuckle, BASH. Roberts looks out over the crowd, they're cheering for another one... a THIRD turnbuckle! The fourth turnbuckle is home to Al Thoes, however... Roberts is still going for it? NO! He fakes him out and brings Bobby back to the D-X corner, BAM into the turnbuckle pad. And there's a big tag to Bruce Richards. D-X with a double irish whip, they take O'Brady down with the NEW & IMPROVED DOUBLE LEG DRAG. Bruce with no cover, instead he picks up O'Brady. The Beast is a big man, he still gives up a bit of height and weight to The Irish Adonis but it's a big vertical suplex. HANGING HIM UP THERE. The crowd counting along the seconds until O'Brady gets dropped down, having had a lonnnng time to think about it. Float-over into a cover, Bruce gets a two count out of it. Back to a vertical base for both men, Bruce in control, irish whip --- O'Brady counters with an irish whip of his own. Bruce however nails a shoulderblock. O'Brady, though a bit shaken, stands his ground. Bruce says TRY ME. O'Brady hits the ropes and comes off nailing Bruce, The Beast stands his ground. One more try? Wait a minute, Al Thoes wants in. "TRY ME, YE GREAT BEASTIE!" Bruce says sure, and O'Brady tags in Al Thoes.

"The Scottish Wrecking Machine" gets into the ring, slapping his pecs. He shoves Bruce in the shoulder, drawing a bit of heat. "COME AT ME LADDIE!" Bruce hits the ropes, shoulderblock... Thoes is barely rocked. He tells Bruce to come again, it's a THUNDEROUS shoulderblock but Al Thoes is a rock. Now it's his turn, he hits the ropes... CRASH. Bruce stumbles just a bit, he holds his own! Al Thoes then... GRABS A POWER HEADLOCK. Well they're not getting anywhere testing strength, but Thoes has been known to end careers off of his POWER HEADLOCK. Bruce has none of it, back suplex dumps Thoes down. Then Bruce goes to the turnbuckle? He's high-risk early on, coming off with a big flying elbow drop. That's unusual for The Beast, he connects for two. Thoes pulled back up, Bruce going for a pump-handle suplex --- Thoes fights it off. He grabs a wrist and short-arms The Beast into a big power clothesline, holding on for ANOTHER one, still holding on for a THIRD power clothesline. Cover gets only two, Bruce kicks out. Thoes tags in O'Brady, who comes in quickly. Speaking of clotheslines? The Celts sends Bruce to the ropes and then hit themselves, leving The Beast with a big double clothesline. O'Brady then quick to pull Bruce up for a big body slam, that gets a big leg drop for a two count. O'Brady rolls Bruce over and gets a front face lock, driving repeated knees strikes to the man's head. Rapid and brutal, wow, O'Brady is serious about the tag titles tonight. The referee might want to think about stopping the match --- wait a minute, Bruce is fighting his way up! And with some huge power, suddenly he gets to his feet with O'Brady on his shoulders! TKO! And there's a tag to Stylin' Kyle, who hits the ropes and NAILS the Lionsault on the downed O'Brady! ONE! TWO! Kickout by Bobby O'Brady! Neither team wants to lose this tag title match, it's showing here. Kyle wastes no time with O'Brady, pulling the man up and going for a MOOSE JAW DRIVER --- O'Brady lands behind him and then hauls Kyle on his shoulders, TORTURE RACK! The Beast comes in the ring, but Al Thoes meets him... Thoes fires a clothesline, The Beast ducks and then... wait a minute! The Beast in a great show of strength puts Al Thoes on his shoulders! TORTURE RACK! It's DUELLING TORTURE RACKS between O'BRADY AND THE BEAST! Each man is staring the other down, locking eyes and racking their man harder, but Kyle and O'Brady ARE the legal men! If Kyle submits the titles are done, so Bruce lifts and drops Thoes onto his knee and then boots O'Brady in the stomach. Kyle drops off of O'Brady and immediately hits the ropes! POLAR-IZER! THE BEAST IS CLIMBING TO THE TOP --- MOOOONSAULT! DOWN! AND! DIRTY! COVER BY ROBERTS ONE, TWO, THREEEEEE

NOOOOOOOOO! Al Thoes makes the LAST second save on his partner! Thoes hammering away on Stylin' Kyle Roberts, the referee trying to regain order but it's tough in this match. Roberts and The Beast double teaming a fired up Al Thoes, they hip toss Thoes to the outside! Thoes lands on his feet, O'Brady from behind clotheslines Kyle out! He gears up for one more on Bruce, but it's The Beast who ducks and body drops O'Brady to the outside! Kyle and Thoes are fighting, O'Brady is up... and THE BEAST HITS THE ROPES! NO HANDS OVER THE TOP ROPE SUICIDE OMG BEAST OUTTA CONTROL PLANCHA WIPES OUT THE LOT OF THEM! ALL FOUR MEN ARE ON THE FLOOR! AND THE REFEREE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO START COUNTING THEM ALL OUT OF THE RING!

ONE. TWO. THREE. There's some stirring here, FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. It's looking iffy, not like this! EIGHT. NINE... and then Roberts and O'Brady roll back into the ring! The count is broken, and now it's Stylin' Kyle Roberts and Bobby O'Brady going to work. Thoes and The Beast get to their corners, O'Brady working Roberts over in the corner. He sends Kyle for the ride to the opposite corner, then tries a charge. Gets caught with a Roberts elbow in the corner, and then it's Stylin' Kyle on the second turnbuckle, he leaps off for an axhandle --- CAUGHT with a huge spinebuster! Wow! O'Brady then goes to the top rope with surprising speed for such a big man... DOUBLE STOMP TO ROBERTS! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! TH----

FOOT ON THE ROPES.

Kyle Roberts knew he was in the corner, and that may have all that saved him from that sick looking double-stomp right to his damn chest by O'Brady. He tags in Thoes, who roars in with gold on his mind. Power clothesline! Kyle somehow gets up, knocked down again! One more time, BOOM down again, and then Al Thoes looks for the Haggis Buster! Roberts fights out, he's not letting it happen, but Thoes is relentless in fighting for it! He's got Kyle around, over, and UP --- THE BEAST IN THE RING WITH A BOOT! Kyle lands on the canvas and then gets a ROLL UP ON THOES, ONE, TWO, TH--- KICK OUT. And then like that, TAG OUT TO THE BEAST! Thoes with another clothesline, The Beast ducks underneath, grabs an arm, locks in the Cobra Clutch, then BOMBS Thoes down to the canvas. One, two, O'Brady breaks the pin up! It's The Beast and Thoes, and now they're fighting it out... The Beast off the ropes, he's caught with a SNAP powerslam for ONE, TWO, kick-out. Thoes shaking the cobwebs loose, he picks up The Beast into a standing headscissors. He's going to try to powerbomb the man! Thoes is big, but Bruce is 270 pounds... OH MY GOSH, HE DOES IT! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREEEESAVE BY KYLE ROBERTS! Roberts then gets a suckerpunch on O'Brady, knocking the man to the canvas. Old habits die hard, but it's not like anybody boos it, this crowd has NOT SAT DOWN. They're standing and getting crazy with every near fall! Roberts gets his corner, TAG IN. Roberts vaults over The Beast in a surprising show of agility and he uses a spear/double leg-take down to take down Thoes... he's going for the Bear-Tamer! Kyle Roberts trying to turn over the big man, can he do it? Thoes is fighting, Kyle trying to get him over, all 290 pounds of him... he does it! The Bear-Tamer is locked in, right in the center of the ring! Thoes yelling in pain, Kyle leaning back and burying the knee into the small of Thoes' back, the man can't bend that way --- O'Brady in with a save! He boots Kyle off of Thoes, then pulls the man UP... TAM O SHANTERSLAM. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR TURNBUCKLES! The crowd actually boos this, but Thoes gets a cover off of that. ONE! TWO! THREE

NO! NO! NO! THE BEAST COMES FLYING OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A BIG SPLASH ONTO THOES! He rolls Kyle on top of Thoes, pinfall gets one, two, O'Brady saves! O'Brady and The Beast firing away at each other, O'Brady wants to TAM O'SHANTERSLAM THE BEAST --- Not going to happen! Instead O'Brady gets taken up onto The Beast's shoulders, it's time for a CHART ATTACK... they're near the ropes! THE MOMENTUM CARRIES BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE! And... oh no. Both men are down, but The Beast is holding his injured leg, a great expression of pain on his face. Oh no, he must have landed badly on that not-quite-healed leg. The Beast is down, O'Brady is as well, the referee out of the ring to check on things. Al Thoes is down, trying to get up, Stylin' Kyle is up first! He could Emerald Fuse Thoes, or try, but from the crowd --- what the hell, a man in a ski mask just hit the ring! LOW BLOW to Kyle staggers him, and then it's a DOUBLE-ARM DDT! Wait just a damned minute! Thoes didn't see it! O'Brady didn't see it! Nobody saw it except this capacity crowd, who are booing their damn heads off, they're PISSED off. Kyle is slowly to his feet, he and Thoes are both up now! They meet in the ring, Kyle trying the Fusion, Thoes blocks, they trade reversals, HAGGIS BUSTER --- O'BRADY ON THE TOP ROPE! OH GOOD GOD! CELTIC CRUSHHHHHHHER ON ROBERTS. Kiebiech is back in the ring, The Beast trying to make the save but he's tackled by O'Brady. Thoes has the cover! ONE! TWO!

THREEEEEE!

FRANK WARBURTON: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...and NEWWWWWW NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THE CELLLLLTIC ASSASSSSSSINNNNNNS!

The crowd is in shock, quieting, as the man in the mask has retreated up to the entrance way. The Celtic Assassins are overcome with emotion as Kiebiech hands them the tag team title belts, Kyle is down, The Beast is sitting on the bottom rope, holding the top rope, an expression of absolute dejection and pain on his face. The Assassins hold the titles high, and then each one helps up D-X. Bruce didn't see the masked man interfering either, only Kyle knows about it, but he's half-conscious. The two teams embrace, the crowd showing respectful applause for the display. A shake of the hands, and the Celtic Assassins then... do the NWO point at Kyle and The Beast.

The crowd begins to chant.

"THANK-YOU, KYLE, THANK YOU RICHARDS, THANK-YOU KYLE, THANK YOU-RICHARDS!"

The chant grows louder and louder, the Assassins applauding D-X. D-X, particularly Roberts, look overcome with emotion. Kyle then slaps O'Brady on the shoulder and raises the man's hand, pointing to him, saying "These are the men that did it." The Assassins take the corner, celebrating their titles, the crowd okay with them although they're sure damn disappointed their boys lost. The Beast & Kyle exit the ring... and up at the curtain, the man takes his ski mask off.

STONE ZELLOR has cost D-X the tag team titles.

When the replays are watched, it will be Stone Zellor, one half of the Midnight Cowboys, who was the deciding factor in this match-up. Will The Cowboys defeat the Foundation on Action! and move on to challenge the Celts at BLACK THURSDAY II? What will D-X's response be? Will there be a REMATCH? Those questions will be answered later! Right now, TNF is off the air, and after a long, long title reign... NAPW has new tag team champions! Good night!