-SOUTHERN DESTRUCTION-
"I like the way that I make you itch
And all the reasons I give you to bitch
And how I make you wanna scream in pain
And feel your life is just a losing game"
The unfamiliar lyrics along with a speedy beat and some kick ass guitar playing are from "Reckoning Day' by Megadeth. Out comes two men dressed with their patented San Diego Padre Hats, which are SD initials. SD also standing for Southern Destruction. Hank Henderson enters the arena with a Black T Shirt with a skull shown in front of a Rebel Flag. Underneath is the famous line, "The South Will Rise Again". His partner is shirtless, and is carrying a few signs with him. They enter the ring with microphones in hand. The crowd boo them loudly and clearly.
HANK HENDERSON: Get down on your fat little knees, and thank the Lord Almighty that he granted you the chance to be in the same building with the MOST AWESOME TAG TEAM ON THE PLANET!
"Where's Your Belts?" Chants begins.
DAN MILLER: Our belts? Mystic Exposition should claim Stein and Chris as dependents, because without them, WE WOULD BE CHAMPS! I'm so sick and tired of all these soft, wanna be wrestlers in this company, it makes me sick to my damn stomach.
"You Suck" chants start up and Hank spots a guy wearing a Hart Foundation shirt, old school one.
HANK HENDERSON: You see that Dan, that fella right there with the big ass belly, the thirteen chins. He's wearing a pink and black shirt.
DAN MILLER: That's a "Hart Foundation" shirt! You know, that faction that was all trained by the sorriest professional wrestler of all time.. STU HART! Wait, he was the SECOND SORRIEST!
A cup is thrown at Dan Miller and Dan freaks out. He throws down his signs and heads outside. Security comes over and is taking away the fan.
HANK HENDERSON: You think that Stampede Wrestling was that (BLEEP) good? Y'all need some tapes of real wrestling legends like DUSTY RHODES! EDDIE GRAHAM! LEX LUGER! Southern wrestling LEGENDS! Dick Murdoch, Stan Hansen, The Funk brothers! The shit was so damn pathetic. You knew the whole damn fed was sorry when the best wrestler was damn Bret Hart. What a (BLEEP) joke.
The crowd are trying to jump the railing. Security from the back are now at ringside. Dan re-enters the ring.
DAN MILLER: You can say what you will about me and Hank, it don't bother us a bit. But you have to admit that the Hart Family Dungeon was nothing but a breeding ground for future black eyes on wrestling. I mean, how can you be proud of any of those sorry people. I don't need to name the dead people from that Dungeon who's actions all set wrestling back.
The crowd are enraged. Dan tries the mic again and it's been cut off. He smiles and throws it down. He picks up his signs. Hank is threatening people at ringside and the mics are quickly fixed.
DAN MILLER: The only one I admired was Owen Hart. In fact I wish more wrestlers in NAPW was like Owen. I wish Chad Kurtis had a little bit of Owen in him.
The crowd is buzzing with that comment.
DAN MILLER: I wish he was DEAD TOO!
HANK HENDERSON: If we had the time we'd kick the ass of everyone of you coward sons of bitches. Throwing shit at us like we are animals. You people hate the damn truth. Truth is the Kurtis family is just like the Hart family... With all the accomplishments they have, they had to cheat to win it all. Look at Chad's first World title win. Then he had to resort to garbage matches like a cage to win it again. PATHETIC!
DAN MILLER: Just like when Bret won his first World title, defeating a REAL CHAMP like Ric Flair who had a 109 degree temperature. But Chad Kurtis, just like the Hart Family LOVES TO MILK AN INJURY. The real reason "No Show" Chad Kurtis isn't here is because he knows I'd kick is gold bricking ass from Canada to the damn Mexico. He ain't shit, his brothers ain't shit, and if he had a hair on his phony ass, he'd be in this damn ring.
Moving through security is a man with a Chad Kurtis shirt on. It's not Chad, and it's not Matt, it's Jonothan Kurtis. The crowd goes crazy as he enters the ring with a chair. They want these loudmouth men to get beat down.
HANK HENDERSON: If it isn't someone even worse than Chad Kurtis. His "wittle brudder" Jonothan. How's puberty working for you?
DAN MILLER: Yeah, do you have any hairs on your balls? Cause you're fake brother sure as shit don't!
JONOTHAN: My brother is at home letting his leg heal after you injured it.
Dan wipes a sarcastic tear from his eye.
DAN MILLER: Why don't you put that chair down and show me how a "Kurtis" really fights?
Everyone throws down mics, but Jono doesn't throw down the chair. The Southern Destruction tandem smiles and look at the crowd laughing. Jono doesn't flinch and quickly hurls the chair to the face of Dan Miller. Dan is down, Hank charges at Jonothan who nails a spinning wheel kick! Both men back up and Jonothan springboards off the ropes with an Asai Moonsault! Hank rolls outside. Jonothan celebrates. But an angry Dan rises. A bloody mouth accompanying him now. He spits some blood and waits for Jono to turn around. A superkick about knocks Jonothan's head off. He goes down and Dan brings him to the corner. Hank is up and holds Jonothan in place. Dan places the chair in front of Jono's head. Dan goes to the opposite corner. COAST TO COAST BABY! MILLER TIME! Jono is busted wide open with the shot. Hank is in the ring. They get the knocked out Kurtis up. They take him up top... the climb the ropes and it's HARD HITTIN AND SIDE SPLITTIN!
The crowd is booing loudly. The security guards are having trouble restraining the crowd. Dan grabs a mic.
DAN MILLER: Since your brother is too afraid of fighting me, and you apparently want go and PISS ME OFF, BREAK MY DAMN TEETH OUT... ME AND YOU... THE 150 SHOW!
Dan picks up his signs, showing one. It reads "CHAD FEARS THE DYNASTY". He picks up another that simply reads "SD.. THE REAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!" The guards surround the duo who are still being pelted with garbage. Jono is laid out with medical attendants stuck in the congested walk way. Chaos is truly in Cowtown!
LUMBERJACK MATCH: WGA vs Nation of Innovation
Crowd sign seen at ringside: "I'M TONY'S DAD". Okay, then, thanks for the support! It's Gary and Modo WHOA! squaring off for the Worker's Guild, Daines and Rodriguez (logically) for the Nation. Your lumberjacks are the Tag Champs, Stein and Chris Kamikaze, along with Joey Malone, Mandy, and Esteban on one side of the ring, the other side is patrolled by Alan the Janitor, Barb, TONY, and TONY'S Mom. We have a bell, so GET YOUR TICKETS READY! Gary signals he's going to start, so does Modo, Gary tries to shoo Modo to the corner, Modo's trying to do the same to Gary, WHAM, Daines knocks both of them down with a double clothesline. Referee Morgan Smythe sees Rodriguez coming in for more chaos, and as she's reffed them before, makes a quick call--Gary's legal, Daines is legal, everybody else, get the heck OUT. Rodriguez slinks to his corner, Modo, discombobulated, rolls out into the Nation's lumberjacks. Alan the janitor's upon him... we'll get back to him in a minute. Daines with a quick arm-wringer on Gary, who slaps his shoulder to relieve the pressure. Daines whip-cracks the arm and takes advantage of the stunned Worker for a quick backdrop. He holds Gary's legs up for a quick pin attempt, but they're just getting started, so it's a ONE.
Daines back on his feet faster, Irish whip to send Gary off the ropes, Sidewalk Slam to the mat, and Daines holds the opposite arm down for another fast pin. Another kickout at ONE. The Nation's crew starts applauding politely, bringing to mind a golf open, or at least a jazz fest. This allows Modo to finally get away from Alan the Janitor's repeated mop strikes. He climbs up to his tag rope in time to see Gary take a Release German Suplex, and on the second one, he's hollering for the tag. The rest of the Guild are yelling mixed directions, either to fight harder or make the tag, which freezes Gary in the middle of the ring, unable to decide what the better advice is. Daines hits him with Release Suplex number three, not only tossing him to the Nation corner, but neatly folding him, too. Tag out to Rodriguez, who slingshots over the top rope, guiding his feet into Gary's mid-section. He props Gary against his corner; Smythe keeps a deliberate eye on Daines to avoid any choking. Behind her, Rodriguez runs off the far ropes, LEAPFROGS over the diminutive ref, and lands a seated plancha on Gary's head and shoulders. OUCH. "RIP-OFF!" screams Esteban. Stoked, Rodriguez high-fives Daines, right before they realize that a tag was made. Oh well, they shrug.
Daines is crossing through the ropes, but Gary's been pushed straight into his second wind, scrambling madly across the ring to his corner. Daines streaks over to him, and seizes Gary's ankle before he can proceed any further. Gary instinctively rolls to his back, firing away with his free foot with a sledgehammer-like kick... that ultimately misses. Daines plucks the errant foot out of the air, and, having both ankles, plants his own foot on the mat as the Nation lumberjacks cheer and the crowd starts to boo... SHARPSHOOTER! Daines is grabbing madly for Gary's scalp, looking to add his signature tweak, wrenching the head back--Modo WHOA! out his corner, RUNNING! BUTT! BUMP! smack into Daines' face, causing the man to teeter back and collapse like an outhouse held together with static electricity. Rodriguez barrels into the ring, throws a Running Crossbody and WHIFFS over a cagey Modo, who DUCKS. Rodriguez hangs himself on the ropes, and here comes Modo, BUTT BUMP hits him square in the back and knocks him, up, over and out into WGA territory. Malone and Esteban dive onto him... in the ring, Smythe starts forcing Modo into his corner. Gary and Daines are slowly working their way to their feet, rising as the crowd starts getting louder, and K'POW, Daines socks Gary with a fierce forearm. Daines wants to make the tag before Gary can, and it's another forearm, and another--K'POW! K'POW! Daines leaves a stunned Gary in the middle of the ring, and so staggers back to his corner--oh, wait, his partner's not there. Gary, on the other hand, is allowed to lurch back to his own corner unmolested--TAG TO MODO WHOA!
Daines turns back to face his opponents--HURRICANRANA by Modo! Hooks the legs, Daines kicks out! The sole of Daines' foot knocks the wind out of Modo, allowing him to barrel to his corner and procure his tag. Rodriguez barrels straight to Modo, who goes back to the well... of BUTT BUMPS. A particularly well-timed dropkick from Rodriguez proves to be a canny counter, KICKING MODO'S ASS IN MID-AIR. Modo lands roughly on his knees, Rodriguez capitalizes, underhooks both of Modo's arms as he lifts him from behind--DRAGON SUPLEX! Modo lands hard on this one. Rodriguez to the ropes--second rope Asai Moonsault--CONNECTS! Smiling, Rodriguez makes the cover, and hooks the leg. ONE, TWO, NO! Modo lurches out of the pin, knocking Rodriguez off. The smile has vanished from Enrique's face, and he angrily starts reprimanding the ref on the speed of her count. When she argues back, he dismisses her with a wave of his hand and turns back to Modo, seizing him by the costume, and pushing him under the ropes, and straight to TONY. A malevolent grin on his face, TONY starts flipping, flopping, and flying, botching a Bionic Elbow that smashes pointedly into the bridge of the dazed Modo's nose, underneath his mask. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" yells a livid Joey Malone, who leads a lumberjack charge around the ring to make matters PERSONAL. He rounds the corner, Al the Janitor runs to intercept, Joey dodges, CLOTHESLINE floors TONY!
Barb shrieks, and zips behind TONY'S Mom, pushing her--people can perform real feats of strength when in danger, okay?--and she flies into Malone, who in turn sails back into the ring barricade in a complete transfer of kinetic energy. The Tag Champion, Chris Kamikaze, is up on the apron and runs, LAUNCHES INTO A MOONSAULT--missing TONY'S Mom, and plowing into Joey instead. Wait a minute, Esteban and Stein are coming around the other way... Esteban leaps at Barb with the HIGH LOU THESZ PRESS... Barb shrieks and ducks, and Esteban sails right into TONY's Mom, his nether regions pressed into her mammoth face. Esteban clings here, stopped in mid-flight, and his suave smirk gives way first to a general look of confusion at being caught, and then his lips peel back in calamitous terror. "MY BALLS!" he rasps in terror. "NOT MY BALLS... NOT MY BALLS!" Whatever's happening there, we DO know that TONY'S Mom is making a lot of muffled noise. We're so sorry, wrestling fans. We're just so, so sorry. A straight mop shot THOKS into Esteban's face, felling him from off of TONY'S Mom like fruit off a fat, fat tree. Stein nimbly catches Esteban and gently sets him down. "Play the field, my zaftig delight," he monotones. "Soon you will come to Stein." So, yeah. Someone please tell me stuff's happening in the ring.
Oh, thank God. Gary's been distracted at the ropes, waiting for the right opportunity to jump in and help turn the fight in favor of the Guild. Of course, this takes his eye off of the Nation of Innovation, which allows Daines to trip him up with his Drop Toe Hold... naturally, setting up a Single Leg Camel Clutch. Rodriguez is being managed by a downright irate Smythe, while Modo WHOA!, a little bit of bloodstain evident around the nose of his mask, slingshots over the top rope--BIG LEG DROP on Daines, who comes crashing down from on top of Gary. Gary rolls to his corner as Modo staggers... HOT TAG TO GARY! Rodriguez charges, eats BAAAAAAAACK BODY DROP! While the fight outside the ring keeps raging, Modo's doing his tired best to keep the crowd riled for Gary's third wind, pumping his fists and clapping his hands. Daines rushes Gary--and eats CLOTHESLINE! Rodriguez is back--CLOTHESLINE FOR HIM TOO! Daines--CLOTHESLINE! Rodriguez--CLOTHESLINE! GARY IS A VERY HAPPY HOUSE ON FIRE!
Perfect teeth flashing, Gary points at Modo--Modo points at Gary--and the crowd WHOOPS, because they've got something in mind. Modo comes in and grabs Daines, Modo has Rodriguez. Almost instinctively, both Workers Irish Whip their opponents into opposite corners of the ring... and then start forcing them up to the top of the turnbuckles, the anticipation BUILDING. Gary's really tussling with Rodriguez on this one, trying to forearm him senseless so that he can set him up for the SUPERPLEX, while Modo... is seeing a little less success. A wild scream distracts him from ringside, as Mandy tries to slip out from the grip of a leering TONY, the lumberjacks too intently fighting around them to notice. Modo quickly ditches his effort, and climbs the turnbuckle over him, aims towards the lumberjacks with his hands... AND DIVES! BIG! CROSS! BODY! He takes out TONY! He takes out AL! He takes out MALONE! He takes out ESTEBAN! KAMIKAZE falls on top of the pile! And a livid Smythe is yelling at Modo on the outside... all the while, the unattended Daines rushes to seize Gary from behind, turn him round brusquely, and smash his face with a head butt. Rodriguez steadies himself on his perch on the top turnbuckle, and Daines hoists Gary up to a textbook Powerbomb position... THE INNOVATOR! Rodriguez delivers the Somersault Leg Drop one short second AFTER Daines drives him into the mat, LIGHTS OUT FOR GARY. Daines rolls out to a safe part of ringside as Smythe turns around to make the count for the books. Nation of Innovation take the match!
Smiling, Rodriguez and Daines clasp hands together as Aerosmith pumps into the arena, finalizing their win. The match over, referees and security personnel flock to ringside to break up the lumberjack fight still going on... stepping back from the brawl, Modo WHOA!, mask bloodied around the nose, rolls back into the ring, hovers over Gary's unconscious form, and pounds the mat in apparent frustration before we edit to the next segment...
WOMEN'S MATCH: "WHITE CHOCOLATE~" Tiffany Macintyre vs Lady Sparks
The bell sounds and this match is underway with a hearty "Let's go Chocolate" cheer from the crowd. The two competitors circle the ring for a moment or two before locking up, collar and elbow. white Chocolate gains the advantage, applying a side headlock before rolling through to a hammerlock as Sparks appears shocked by her opponent's quickness. A reversal by Sparks allows her to sneak behind and roll White Chocolate up with a schoolboy pin--only getting a one count though! Both ladies pop straight back to their feet again as White Chocolate motions for another collar and elbow tie-up. Sparks obliges, and delivers a knee to the midsection! It's enough to double White Chocolate over, before she gets caught by an arm wringer. Lady Sparks goes to tighten the hold, but it's reversed into a fireman's carry!
The crowd cheer as both competitors return to their vertical bases once more. White Chocolate charges across the ring with a clothesline -- DUCKED! And Lady Sparks takes her opponent down with a hair pull! The official, Anthony Uruburu admonishes her for it, but she ignores him. Sparks drags her opponent back to her feet before unloading with some forearm shots, sending White Chocolate back to the corner. An Irish whip ensues, sending White Chocolate from pillar to post with a crash as Lady Sparks runs in after her--FLOAT OVER! Lady Sparks hits the turnbuckle chest first, and she stumbles backwards, right into an Irish whip that sends her back across the ring. And White Chocolate flies across the ring to execute a HANDSPRING BACK ELBOW! Lady Sparks is dazed as she stumbles out of the corner, White Chocolate catches her with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex! Pin attempt by White Chocolate gets TWO.
White Chocolate seems to have momentum on her side as she heads back to the corner, this time to ascend to the top rope as Lady Sparks slowly gets back to her feet--FLYING CROSS BODY! Connects, but Lady Sparks rolls through into a cover of her own (with a handful of skirt) that gets a two count!
Again, both competitors return to their vertical bases. Lady Sparks strikes first, connecting with a boot to the midsection, followed by a double underhook suplex, taking White Chocolate down to the canvas. A driving elbow drop by Lady Sparks hits the mark, but she doesn't go for the cover this time, instead opting for the rear chinlock. Uruburu is on hand to make sure it doesn't turn into a choke hold, but he doesn't have long as White Chocolate begins to battle back to her feet. She manages to do so, and drives a few elbows into the midsection of Lady Sparks - forcing her to release the hold. White Chocolate runs against the ropes, bouncing back INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM! Sparks grabs her opponent by her hair again, using it to drag her back to her feet and push White Chocolate back against the ropes, whereupon Lady Sparks delivers a vicious chop the chest! Another! And a third! White Chocolate is reeling as she staggers forward towards the center of the ring. Sparks grabs her by the hair again as she goes for A SLAP--NO! White Chocolate blocks! And she counters with a spin kick to the midsection! Lady Sparks is doubled over in the middle of the ring, and White Chocolate nails her with a snap DDT! And a pin attempt! ONE! TWO! SPARKS KICKS OUT!
White Chocolate can't quite believe it, but she stands back up as she waits for her opponent to do the same. Slowly but surely, and with some help from the ropes, Lady Sparks regains her vertical base as White Chocolate goes for the BIG BOOT--DODGED! Sparks spins her opponent around - CUTTER! SHOVED OFF! Lady Sparks stumbles, Tiffany comes in, going for Sliced Bread #2, shoved off into the ropes, rebound, BIG BOOT! HOLY HELL IN PLATFORMS DID SHE NAIL IT! Tiffany hooks the leg, ONE, TWO, THREE, it's over! WHITE CHOCOLATE! wins the first women's match in NAPW history!
The crowd cheers as she hits the turnbuckle to celebrate, Lady Sparks out on the canvas. Suddenly the crowd begins to boo... because Stone Zellor is making his way down the aisle. He's moving with haste, sliding into the ring as he waits for White Chocolate to turn around... what a despicable human being is Stone Zellor! White Chocolate is a little bit confused as fans scream "BEHIND YOU!" Stone is ready for her. He rears back -- CAUGHT? The crowd explodes as Bruce 'The Beast' Richards is in the ring! He's caught Stone's arm and drills him with the COBRA CLUTCH BOMB! Lady Sparks scarpers, hurrying out of the ring before dragging Stone out under the bottom rope, leaving White Chocolate and The Beast standing tall in the ring. One week before The 150th Show, Tiffany scores a huge victory! It will be WHITE CHOCOLATE and THE BEAST vs LADY SPARKS and STONE ZELLOR in a mixed tag in Edmonton to settle this score once and for all!
NAPW WORLD TITLE MATCH: "LDK" Lloyd Rees (c) vs "The Falcon" Jacob Venar
Jacob explodes through the curtains, he walks past the crowd, he's focused, he rushes into the ring and stays in his corner, he crouches down in the corner, he stares at the entrance, focused, keeping his mind clean. Then Black Keys kicks up, and the crowd goes CRAZY, almost drowning out "When the Lights Go Out." Rees walks out, belt across his waist, feeling good, confident. He walks past the crowd, they rain him with cheers, and he makes his way into the ring. He takes a look at the very focused Jacob Venar, he sends a smile towards Jacob, "Loosen up." He hands his belt over to Uruburu, he raises the belt, then hands it over to the time keeper. There's the bell!
Lloyd Rees and Jacob Venar meet up center ring-- they lock up, test each others strength. Jacob being the stronger of the two, gains the advantage, but loses it when Rees use Jacob's momentum to hit him with a head lock take down. Jacob tries to break free from the hold by trapping Rees with a scissors lock. Jacob finally has it in, but doesn't get to hold it for long -- Rees places his right leg on top of the bottom rope. Jacob is forced to free his hold and he does. Once Rees is back to his feet, Jacob sends him straight into the corner, Jacob rushes after him and straight into the metal post -- Rees side stepped!
Rees pulls Jacob out of the corner, places Jacob's left arm behind his back and crushes Jacob with a HUGE back drop. All of the impact goes to Jacob's left shoulder. Rees applies a Fujiwara armbar to Jacob's already sensitive left arm. Jacob squirms in pain, screaming, fighting for the ropes that's already in fingers reach. He's so close. So close. He finally makes it. Rees, like Jacob earlier, has to free his hold and he does. Jacob massages his left shoulder for a little bit, before going back into a lock up with Rees. Rees hits Jacob with a European Uppercut, it rocks Jacob's jaw, hard, causing him to stumble backwards into the ropes. Jacob bounces off the ropes with a clothesline to Rees, with his bad arm. He grimaces a bit, rubs his arm, and drops the same elbow across Rees' chest, and goes for a pin. ONE TWO KICK OUT!
Jacob massages that arm again, while getting up. Rees, now on his feet, dodges a superkick from Jacob and folds him with a German Suplex. Rees brings Jacob to his feet and tosses him into a corner, he follows him. "LDK" begins to pulverize Jacob's midsection with murderous shoulder thrusts. Once Rees is content with his damage to Jacob's mid section, he tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. Rees covers, hooking both legs. ONE. TWO. KICK OUT. Rees tries to bring Jacob to his feet, Jacob breaks out and Superkicks Rees' jaw, SMACK. Rees crumbles to the mat. Jacob rushes to the top rope, MOONSAULT. But he doesn't stay for the cover, he brings Rees to his feet and sends him to the rope. Rees returns into a colossal powerslam, that shakes the ring skirts along with the crowd, THUD.
Jacob brings Rees to his feet once again, he sends him into the corner and sits him at the top rope. Jacob, now on the second rope, wraps his arm around Rees' neck and pulls on his tights. Rees holds tightly to the ropes, and sends a few body shots. Jacob won't let go and goes for a second attempt --- nothing. Rees finally pushes Jacob off of him, tossing him to the mat below, then jumps off the ropes doing a Fresh Water Flip. ONE TWO KICK OUT! Jacob calls for another lock up and kicks Rees in his knees, then taps his temple with his index finger with a smirk on his face. Rees on one knee shakes his head, smiling a bit. The crowd boos. Jacob smashes his boots into Rees' face courtesy of a drop kick. He rushes to the ropes, jumps to the second rope to perform a smooth lionsault onto Rees, he hooks the leg.
ONE TWO KICK OUT. Jacob shakes his head in frustration and hooks both legs this time. ONE TWO KICK OUT. "DAMMIT" He hooks both legs and wraps his left around Rees' right. ONE TWO THRKICK OUT. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
Jacob brings Rees to his feet, and brings back down to the mat with a Snap Fishermen suplex. Jacob bridges to pin Rees. ONE TWO FOOT ON THE ROPES. "OH. MY. GOD!" Jacob locks in his Talon Clutch, but Rees gets his foot to the ropes, it doesn't concern Jacob. ONE. Still locked in. TWO. Refuses to break lock. THREE. Still does not. FOUR. Releases his grip. Jacob drags Rees away from the ropes and locks it in one more time. Rees begins to swing on Jacob's ribs in hopes of Jacob loosening his grip. Four more shots to ribs assures this for Rees. Rees massages his neck a little bit before returning to the match.
They go to lock up, Jacob goes for a kick to Rees' knee again, BUT Rees isn't a fool, he catches the leg and Dragon Screws Jacob into the mat. Rees then applies an excellent Sharpshooter. Pain surges through Jacob's spine, causing him to jolt up and try to make it to the ropes, but NO! Rees pulls him back, a bit further from the ropes. Jacob refuses be relocated from the ropes, so he seeks to continue his passage to the ropes. A reluctant Rees isn't too keen on that idea, so he continues to move him away, but Jacob's a bit too gung-ho on making it to the ropes, and he does. Rees, unlike Jacob, frees his hold once a rope break is initiated. Jacob is up, angry. Rees rushes at him, possibly to clothesline him, but Jacob doesn't allow it, he ducks, pulling the rope, sending Rees outside. Jacob waits till Rees is up to dive to the outside. Jacob brings Rees to his feet and sends him back first into the guard rails. He then suplexes Rees on the ring mat. Jacob gets up before Rees and lifts the mat away. He looks over at the downed Rees and then at the exposed concrete. "What am I doing?" Jacob rolls Rees back into the ring. He goes to cover Rees -- but he's playing possum! INSIDE CRADLE BY REES! ONE TWO THRE--KICK OUT. Jacob and Rees get to their feet, Jacob's riddled with anger, he LOW BLOWS Rees, a kick to the boys! Uruburu yells at Venar for that blatant low blow! Rees nurses his boys as he falls to the mat. The crowd boos. Jacob's shocked at what just happened...A smirk grows across Jacob's face, he's laughing "(BLEEP) YOU REES!" He covers Rees, pulling the tights and all. ONE TWO THREKICK OUT!
Jacob grabs Rees' head and smashes it into the mat. He looks down at Rees, laughs, before brushing back his hair. He looks into the crowd, "HE'S NOTHING!" Jacob gets to his feet and stomps on his chest then starts to choke him out with his boot. Uruburu tells him to release his choke, but he doesn't remove his foot. Uruburu threatens to DQ him, he lets his boot away. Jacob brings Rees to his feet and sends him into the corner, he rushes after him, Rees jumps up and over. Jacob was prepared for this and grabs Rees' legs and yanks him away from the ropes, powerbombing him into the mat. He pins and gets a two count. Jacob goes in for a complete eye gouge, shoving his thumb into Rees' right eye socket, pushing Rees' eye ball back, shoving it into his skull. Uruburu demands Jacob break it up or he'll DQ him. Jacob eases up and lets Rees get to his feet. Mid way up, Jacob Superkicks Rees in his temple; Rees falls out of the ring. The crowd continues to boo Jacob, but it doesn't bother him, he enjoys it, he laughs at them.
Jacob exits the ring and his first move of action is to kick Rees in his ribs, hard, SMACK! Rees tumbles away, he tries to get up and gets a boot to the face. Jacob's just vicious right now. Jacob's back to the spot where he removed the padding from. He's back where he was a few minute ago, staring at the concrete and his former friend. "(BLEEP) it." He brings Rees to his feet and brings him down on the unforgiving concrete with a Snap Fishermen suplex. The crowd has had it, one fan in the front row looks like he's ready to jump the railing and confront Jacob. Jacob gets up and looks at the fan, "THEN DO IT! RIGHT HERE!" He exposes his right cheek to the fan, then he flinches at the fan. "I THOUGHT SO, (BLEEP)!" Jacob rolls Rees into the ring. ONE TWO THREKICKOUT!
Jacob, frustrated, brings Rees to his feet and sends him into the ropes! Rees tries to exploded out with a clothesline that misses Jacob. Jacob gets Rees in a Electric Chair drop position, but falls backwards. Rees hits the mat with a great thud, and stays motionless. Jacob looks at Rees' on the mat, he starts to laugh. "I'M ENDING THIS!" He walks to the corner, slowly, taunting Rees. He climbs the turnbuckle, slowly, still taunting Rees. He's at the top rope, exchanging harsh words with that same Rees fan from before. Jacob doesn't know Rees is on his feet, HE'S ON HIS FEET! He rushes to the corner, climbs up the turnbuckle! Quick shots to the ribs stun Jacob, and then Rees smashes Jacob to the mat below with a fearsome Wabana Buster! Jacob's brain is busted! ONE TWO KICK OUT. The near fall isn't a problem for the man Rees, because... HE LOCKS ON THE CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK! Jacob has no where to go, no ropes are near, there's no way he can get out, but he still fights. He screams in pain, screams loudly, and gets no sympathy from the crowd. He sticks his hand out, trying to get to a rope, there's no rope close enough. Then with that same hand, he taps out. Uruburu calls for the bell to end this one. DING DING DING! "LDK" Lloyd Rees retains the NAPW title!
Rees takes his belt, looks down at Jacob, disgusted and disappointed, he shakes his head and leaves the ring, heading to the locker. Rees leaves Jacob in the fetal position, eyes large, rocking back in forth in the ring, a crazed, dazed look in his eyes, out of his mind. A smile grows across his face.
-DEZ CARTER-
As Jacob Venar continues to remain cradled in a fetal position in the ring, Josh Reynolds comes out of the curtain and beside the entryway, a mic in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time... Dez Carter!" The fans cheer as Dez walks into the shot. He nods to Josh and acknowledges the fans with a wave.
"Tonight your tag partner Ravager faces KBOND, who along with Prince Darko defeated the two of you on the last show. How do you like Ravager's chances?" "Well Josh, I love his chances. Darko isn't going to be able to cheat to help his buddy win tonight. KBOND might be a big guy but Ravager hits extremely hard and won't have a problem chopping that tree down! Josh speaks again. "Sticking with the topic of your tag team. Many people feel the two of you haven't lived up to the hype. Your team has yet to win a match in NAPW."
Dez nods. "Sure, we're yet to get a win but our team dynamic is getting better every time we're out there. I never expected the team to be 100 percent perfect the first match we had. Both of us want those tag straps though and trust me we'll get them. Just because we've yet to get a win doesn't mean those belts aren't our primary focus. Once we get the kinks ironed out... This ship's going to roll. "So you don't see your lack of success at the moment as a deterrent?" "We've said from day one this isn't a fly-by-night team. Ravager and I are here to stay. So the other teams better get used to that fact. We're going to take you all down en route to claiming the NAPW Tag Titles."
The crowd cheers for Dez Carter! Venar has finally rolled out of the ring, beginning to shuffle slowly up the aisle. Josh speaks again. "My last question concerns the women's match tonight. Is Asuka upset she isn't involved? She had a successful debut with you against Stone Zellor and Lady Sparks before in NAPW's first mixed tag match!" "Upset is an understatement Josh. Right now our locker room looks like a damn twister hit it. She understands that the fans voted and it just wasn't her time. But if NAPW does anything in the future involving the women she'll be first in line. Asuka's always been about showing the world she isn't just a cheerleader there to look pretty. She's been raised on wrestling and wants to prove she can go. Oh, hey, Jacob... tough break man, but good effort, good match ---"
And for giving props to Venar, Dez Carter suddenly finds himself attacked from behind! A screaming, wild-eyed Venar leaps onto his back, trying to choke Dez out like a madman! Carter leans forward and flips Venar off as the crowd bugs out. STIFF KICK to Venar's back! "What the hell, Jacob?" Dez shouts out. Venar looks up, apologetic in his eyes KICK TO THE BALLS. Dez drops to his knees as a result of that brutal low blow. Venar gets up, "YOU WANT TO 'PRAISE' ME? HUH? I DON'T NEED YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE! 'GOOD JOB LITTLE FALCON' HUH? YOU WANT A FALCON? YOU'RE GOING TO GET A SCREAMING FALCON!" Jacob screams again as Dez picks himself up, wait a second! Venar just grabbed a post from the guardrail, yanking it off the segment! Dez looks up CRASH! Venar slams the guardrail post right into his chest! Carter hits the ground clutching his ribs. Venar screams an unholy scream and then takes off, not through the curtain, but towards the door the fans came in! Venar shoves a fan aside and leaves the building... Carter is coughing on the ground, holding his ribs as referee John Sharplin is out to check on him, as are RAVAGER and Asuka Katsuragi! Ravager looks furious, but there is no Venar to be found. What has gone wrong in young Venar's head?!
NAPW TAG TITLE MATCH: Stein & Chris Kamikaze (c) vs Mystic Exposition
Stein is standing in the middle of the ring, his arms at his side, waiting for The Expositioner to approach him. Anyone else would be circling his opponent but Stein... is just waiting. The Expositioner is moving in place, darting his head back and forth, trying to figure out how to go about going after the tag team champ. Stein doesn't move. Expositioner yells, "Collar-and-elbow!" and goes in for it. Stein looks confused but meets Expositioner with the tie-up. Expositioner uses his size to apply a headlock. He turns it into a headlock takedown. Expositioner gets to his feet, goes for a knee drop, but Stein is already on his way up!
Stein wasn't trying to avoid the knee drop, but happened to be trying to stand. Expositioner goes for another lock-up but Stein meets him with a kick to the gut. Stein doesn't follow up. Instead, he drops down to all fours! This isn't amateur wrestling! What is he doing? He's crazy! Expositioner turns to the crowd for guidance. "Attack!" one fan yells. "Stein!" another yells. A third yells, "Get down!" Expositioner shrugs and decides to follow the third fan's advice. He gets down on one knee in the 'up' amateur position.
The referee decides to play along and asks the timekeeper to ring the bell. The Expositioner applies a waistlock and tries to take Stein down. But he can't get him down. Stein is standing! Holy moly! How is he standing? Stein is standing with the Expositioner on his back! Unbelievable! Expositioner trying to climb down but Stein is holding onto him. Stein hoists him up onto his shoulders. Gorilla press!
Stein! Stein! Stein!
Ex-po! Ex-po! Ex-po!
Kamikaze is reminding Stein to drop Expo. Stein shrugs, nods and drops him! Expositioner is clutching his stomach. Stein is standing still, waiting for Expositioner to stand. Expositioner is getting to his feet. Stein charges in. Collar-and-elbow. Expositioner with a kick to the gut. No effect! Another kick... but Stein grabs his leg. Enziguri kick! Stein is down but rising quickly. Expositioner grabs him... X-Plex! Stein getting back to his feet quickly. Expositioner looks confused. He runs over and tags Ninja who immediately jumps up onto the turnbuckle. Ninjattack to Stein!
Stein quickly back to his feet but tags in Kamikaze. Kamikaze runs into the ring as Ninja is standing. Kamikaze meets him with a flurry of chops! He pushes him off of the ropes, Irish whip. Ninja sent across the ring. Ninja bounces back, ducks a clothesline, off of the opposite ropes. Ninja goes for a cross-body block but Kamikaze drops down. Ninja hits the mat. Kamikaze up to his feet. Standing moonsault... but Ninja rolls out of the way! Ninja up to his feet. Kamikaze grabs him. Swinging DDT!
Kamikaze tags out to Stein. Steins runs in. No, not really. He speed walks towards Ninja who is rising. Fist. Fist! FIST! Choke toss into the corner! Stein tries to run in for a splash but he is so damn slow that Ninja is able to hop onto the turnbuckle. Stein bounces out of the corner... Ninja with a missile dropkick! But Stein doesn't fall down! Instead, he staggers back. Ninja goes back up top. Kabuki kick! But Stein moved out of the way to... to... to... he's hulking up! Stein is hulking up! Strange time to do it but the fans are loving it! They are going absolutely nuts! Expositioner is reaching in, trying to tag Ninja who is holding his back. He's trying to crawl over to Expositioner. But Stein drags him in by his foot into the center of the ring!
Stein bounces off of the ropes... he's going for a big leg drop! He hits it! The fans are going nuts! Cov---Ninja gets a shoulder up before the referee can make the count. That finisher doesn't hack it in NAPW! Stein getting to his feet, bringing Ninja with him. Tongan death grip! Expositioner makes his way into the ring to break it up. Kamikaze goes up top to prevent Expositioner from breaking the grip... but Kamikaze slips on the turnbuckle and lands with split legs on the turnbuckle! Expositioner with an axhandle to Stein's back that stops the grip. Expositioner climbs out onto the apron. He is calling for Stein. "Over here, Stein! Over here!" Stein turns around. Expositioner with a springboard... X-Pound onto the unsuspecting Stein! Expositioner really delivering those blows!
Meanwhile, Ninja is going up top and meeting Kamikaze who is still split over the turnbuckle. Hurricanrana! Ninja going up top. He's yelling for Expositioner to do the same. Expositioner gets off of Stein, climbs up the opposite turnbuckle. They're waiting for Kamikaze to stand. EXTERMINATE CONNECTS! That's it, Ninja covers, NEW CHAMPIONS! One! Two! Thr---Stein stumbles around, holding his head and trips over the lateral press, accidentally breaking it up. He instantly realizes what he did and is apologizing to Ninja, who ignores him. Stein deserves to give Ninja another chance and lies down on the mat! Ninja looks confused but goes for a cover. Stein gets his shoulder up almost immediately (not that he's the legal man at any rate). Expositioner picks up Kamikaze. He hooks him for a suplex... but Kamikaze reverses into a small package... nope, he doesn't! Expositioner counters the counter! ONE! TWO! THKICKOUT!
The referee is shooing Kamikaze and Expositioner out of the ring, deciding that Stein and Ninja are the legal men. Stein and Ninja lock-up. Stein with a big body slam. Picks Ninja back up but Ninja fires into Stein's gut with an elbow. Another. Another. Stein looks stunned. Ninja bounces off of the ropes, goes for a cross-body but Stein catches him. He is looking around. He doesn't know what to do with Ninja. Kamikaze is yelling something. What is he yelling? It must have been fallaway slam because that's what he did with him! Stein back to his feet. He's yelling "BINGO TANGO!" That's gimmick infringement, but the fans are eating it up!
Stein looks out at the fans, soaking up their cheers. Meanwhile, Ninja is getting back to his feet. He bounces off of the ropes... running bulldog on Stein! He tags out to Expositioner who meets Stein mid-ring. Punch. Punch. Punch. No effect! Stein blocks a fourth punch and delivers one of his own. Another. Another! Choke throw into the corner! Stein with kicks to Expositioner's mid-section. He grabs him and whips him into the opposite corner! Expositioner bounces off... Stein charges (or walks) and clotheslines Expositioner down! Expo is prone as Stein tags Kamikaze, who begins climbing up the turnbuckle. CK going for a top rope move? That almost never works! Ninja is clapping, getting the fans behind Expositioner, yelling for him to make the tag! Stein hoists Kamikaze up... and throws him at Expositioner! ROCKET LAUNCHER CONNECTS! Ninja rushes into the ring to try to save, but he's met by a Stein bear-hug! The count--- ONE, TWO, THREE! Kamikaze & Stein win and retain their titles!
The referee brings the tag titles into the ring for the champs. MyEx are disappointed, but we get a handshake between two teams that value sportsmanship ---What the hell?!? Here comes Alan the Janitor! He runs into the ring with his mop, goes to break it over Stein's head but Stein grabs it! He throws it out of the ring. He picks up Alan... and throws him into the crowd! Now here comes TONY's Mom... Stein knows her VERY well. She kisses Stein on the cheek! While Stein wipes the purple lipstick from his cheek, TONY jumps off of the turnbuckle with a flying axhandle to Stein. No effect! TONY looks perplexed as Kamikaze kicks him in the stomach and throws him out of the ring. Now Daines is in the ring. But Mystic Exposition has climbed up the turnbuckles... X-Terminator on Daines! TONY's Mom looks mad! She lands on top of Ninja and begins throwing lefts and rights! But here comes Gary! And Esteban! And the Bad Boy himself! Gary picks up TONY's Mom and throws her out of the ring. Barb is wandering around the outside, confused as to what is going on. Rodriguez has a chair!
He checks to make sure Daines is out of commission before whacking Gary with it! Now Esteban! And Malone! Here comes MODA Whoa!... he ducks the first chairshot but can't duck the second! Mystic Expo are climbing up their spots... they're going for another X-Terminator! Rodriguez sees it coming and moves out of the way! A shot to Ninja! A shot to Expositioner! Stein is still standing. Rodriguez charges him with the chair but Stein ducks it once. Twice. He finally gets him! But no effect! He grabs Rodriguez by the throat. Choke throw against the ropes... then clothesline over it!
There is madness in the ring! The Guildsmen are beginning to rise along with the CABSies! And they're hitting each other! It's madness. Daines is the only one still knocked out. Rodriguez is stirring on the outside. He's reaching under the ring. He's pulling out a ladder! The melee is continuing in the ring! Daines is getting to his feet. He's exchanging rights and lefts with Gary! Rodriguez is climbing the ladder. What is he doing?!? HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! Rodriguez with a 450 dive onto EVERYONE, including his own people! Everyone falls! Everyone in WGA, everyone in CABS, MyEx! Everyone! CHAOS IS DEFINITELY IN COWTOWN, AND THE NAPW TAG TEAM DIVISION!
-INTERMISSION-
-"THE EGO BUSTER" DAN RYAN-
The fans leap to their feet at the opening riff of "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins hits the speakers. Moments later, the crowd erupts at the sight of "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan stepping out through the curtain in casual gear but still with sunglasses in place. Ryan stands and takes in the reception, noticeably warmer than in months past and then gives a little smirk before making his way to the ring. Fans reach over the railing and swipe at him as he comes down the aisle, then emerges into the ringside area, hits the apron and rolls in under the bottom rope. Ryan rushes the corner and raises his right arm to the sky as he leaps to the second turnbuckle for a fresh round of cheers. He pauses a moment and gives a smile as he hops back down. A moment later a microphone is rolled into the ring and he picks it up.
"I hear some of you are starting to come around." Ryan smirks again as another cheer rings out. "Nothing's new. Nothing's changed. But I went about things the way I always do. I went into the ring against Lloyd Rees to face a challenge laid before me and face it I did. Every now and then even the greats of this sport come up a little short and on that night, I'm not ashamed to say.....Lloyd Rees was the better man." The crowd cheers.
"Now Lloyd, I know you're back there gettin' ready to defend that belt and I won't stand in your way. But just like I said right after our match was concluded, if you thought it was the end you're making a critical error. The reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated. In case any of you haven't heard, I've retired from every company I work for. Every company....except for New Alberta." Cheap Canadian pop. "I've got me a little ranch out in the countryside that's startin' to grow on me and plenty of free time on my hands, so Lloyd....?? I'm not going anywhere. If you hang onto that belt long enough, I guarantee you that we'll meet again for that belt - and the same old counters won't work the second time, the same tactics won't do the trick. I'll know you inside and out, back and forth, everything you do and are capable of doing will be loaded in the forefront of my mind. And I'll be ready. And...I'll get my World Title back."
The crowd cheers again. Ryan takes a moment before going on, leaning on the top rope. He's certainly not lacking confidence. "So congratulations. Congratulations on a job well done. In the meantime, should my rematch not come as quickly as I like there are more than enough....diversions to occupy my time. Call this my....dream match tour. I'm well aware of the fact that my name sells tickets, sells merchandise and drives the profit margin on this company's bottom line like nobody else's. I also know there are some....legends....whose names are spoken of in hallowed terms around here. Names I heard while touring the world over the last several years defending World Championships in every corner of the world. People like Ravager... (loud reaction) ...Bruce Richards... who I'm not quite done with... (more cheers)... and dare I say, the man my own family won't shut up about... The Fourthletterinthealphabetexclamationpoint... (huge thunder boo-pop).
And I'm sure...I'm sure there are many people lying in wait - just waiting for the chance to come out here and stake a claim as the man who took down the legend. So I'll just say this, I'm still on a mission. There are challenges still to be met, a championship to regain....and I'll be right here to do it all ---"
WHAM. Suddenly a man in a hooded sweatshirt leaps the guardrail and slides into the ring behind Dan Ryan WAIT JUST A DAMNED MINUTE, HE'S GOT A STEEL PIPE! Ryan has no idea KRAKOW! RIGHT TO THE KNEES! Ryan collapses, yelling in surprise and pain. He tries to stand, but the hooded man tees up the pipe again --- and another wicked shot right to Dan Ryan's knees! Ryan collapses to the canvas, holding his knee in agony. The man stands in the ring, looking down at his prey. He hand up to his hood, slowly. All you can see is a hateful, satisfied grin...
The hood is flipped off.
DONOVAN ASTROS IS IN THE RING.
Security are rushing as fast as they can and Astros gets the HELL out of Dodge, back into the shocked crowd, taking off. Ryan is getting up, shoving security away. He is ANGRY. "What the--- *BLEEP*! WHO THE *BLEEP* ---" The crowd can't believe what they just saw, and "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan has been attacked, incensed, injured... by a man NAPW fans though they would never see again.
PRINCE DARKO ON A POLE MATCH: Ravager vs KBOND
KBOND pulls himself up on the apron and throws a leg over the top rope to enter the ring as Darko slides in yelling "RAVAGER CAN'T WHOOP YOU!", pumping up the six-foot-eight giant. Darko digs in the deep pocket of his fatigues and finds an egg, he looks around the venue waving the egg in the air, then tosses it up high--landing right in the open mouth of the big man. KBOND crunches it down as the referee taps Darko on the shoulder. Darko spins to see the referee holding a pair of handcuffs in one hand, and pointing to a pole in the far corner away from the entranceway, with a small platform a foot above the turnbuckle. The Prince of Zamunda shakes his head furiously, "CAN'T CUFF ME!" Darko looks at his partner, who is still chomping away on an unhatched chicken, and shakes his head as he walks to the corner. He leaps up on the turnbuckle, shaking the pole to make sure it's secure, and it doesn't move a bit. Darko puts one foot on the platform, and then another, he shifts around and holds his hands out in front of him to be cuffed.
The ref shakes his head no and says, "Behind the back Darko, behind the back." Darko shakes his head but he doesn't have much of a choice, as he puts his hands behind his back. As the referee steps up on the turnbuckle and reaches around the Prince and locks him into place, Frank Warburton takes center stage once again. "Path" by Apocolyptica blasts over the PA and the fans erupt. The Silent Assassin himself storms the entranceway brandishing a large cane through the air. Darko's instantly begins to struggle but he's locked in place, his associate, KBOND, however, looks focused... on the man in front of the curtain.
KBOND and Ravager lock eyes from the ring to the entranceway, and KBOND just signals for him to "come get some", and Ravager is happy to oblige. He sprints down the entrance way, slides in the ring, KBOND charges and Ravager ducks a lariat and cracks KBOND once in the ribs and again to the back of the head. The big man drops to one knee, and just as the very fired up Ravager reels back to crack him again, the sound of Darko screaming "KBOND GET UP, KILL HIS DUMBASS" brings Ravager to a screeching halt. He turns and faces Darko, and the Prince almost turns white. Ravager bum rushes the corner, slapping the unforgiving cane in Darko's direction. Darko kicks his feet and uses what little maneuverability he has, but the cane still finds him for a few glancing shots to his legs. Darko throws both of his feet in the air to dodge another caning, but what comes up, must come down, and Darko's ass lands on the platform. With both of his hands cuffed, and his legs taken out from underneath him, nothing can hold Ravager back.
Except KBOND, who drives a big clubbing fist to the back of Ravager's head, Ravager falls and the cane rolls out of his hands. There is no denying that relief flushed through Darko's face, but he quickly begins squirming, trying to get to his feet as KBOND snatches Ravager up, but Ravager lashes back before KBOND can think with a painful chop. KBOND stumbles back. The shooter chops away with another knife-edge, and another, and another, and one more screaming chop sends KBOND into the opposite corner. Ravager follows up with two mean forearms to the jaw before KBOND clutches Ravager's face and pushes him down with authority.
Ravager springs back up blocks a punch from KBOND and a STIFF headbutt to the face of KBOND sends both men reeling back. KBOND worse for wear as he wipes his hand over his face checking for blood, and Ravager lays back into KBOND with a firm forearm, but KBOND grabs Ravager by his injured throat with both hands and lifts him in the air. KBOND walks over to the opposite corner, with Ravager in the air by his throat, to his partner. Darko shakes his head up and down, happy with Ravager's position, and plants both feet into Ravager's back, and pushes himself up back up to his feet on the platform. Darko lays two boots in the back of Ravager's head who looks like he's on the verge of passing out. KBOND throws Ravager into the corner letting go, and Ravager instinctively drops down off his feet to escape any more kicks to the head from Darko.
As Ravager clutches his injured throat Darko yells to his companion, "BREAK HIS (BLEEP) THROAT, BREAK THAT SHIT TO PIECES!" KBOND reaches down to grab the collapsed Ravager when CRACK! Ravager found his fallen cane at the right moment, and his cane found KBOND's skull. Ravager gets back up to his feet, one hand on his throat, the other on his cane. He cracks KBOND on the outside of his thigh, then on his back, and then grabs the cane with both hands looking at the hunched over KBOND, and pulls the cane over KBOND's head up around his throat. Ravager plants a knee into KBOND's back and pulls back on the cane, instantly cutting off all his oxygen. Almost like Karma? Darko shouts from the corner, "THAT SHIT AINT FAIR, REF TAKE THE DAMN CANE AWAY, THAT SHIT AINT FAIR!"
KBOND clutches the inner section of the cane and begins to push his way out. Ravager's hold is strong but not strong enough for the man who outweighs him by a solid one hundred pounds, and KBOND twists and breaks free... with the cane. Ravager backs up as step as KBOND winds the cane up like a baseball bat. KBOND charges and Ravager goes low, grabbing the top rope with him, and KBOND's weight and speed sends him spilling to the outside. KBOND managed to land somewhat on his feet, but as he turns to face the ring he gets a face-full of Ravager, SUICIDE-DIVE!
Both men lay in a heap as the overbearing words from Darko can be heard, "NO! GET UP KBOND! GET UP!" Both men eventually stir and climb to their feet, KBOND charges the instant he gets a chance and lands a gigantic lariat, folding Ravager like a chair on the outside. Darko's demeanor instantly changes, "KBOND IS LIFE!" After collecting himself KBOND brings Ravager to his feet, and smashes his face onto the ring apron. KBOND then looks toward the steel steps, and looks toward Darko, "DO IT! WHOOP HIM! WHOOP HIM!" KBOND grabs Ravager, and whips him into the steel steps hard! The steel steps going flying as Ravager rolls outside the ring clutching his back, screaming in pain. KBOND rolls in the ring with a smile on his face, walking over to Darko. "WHATCHYOUDOIN? GET BACK OUT THERE AN' WHOOP HIM!" KBOND reaches up and throws a hand right into Darko's pocket, "WO DAWG THAT AINT RIGHT, HEY THAT TICKLES, STOP! STOP!" KBOND pulls out an egg. He smirks and tosses it right into his mouth as Darko yells, "THERE, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW GO WHOOP HIM! SMASH HIS THROAT! KILL HIM!" KBOND shakes his head and exits the ring. On the outside KBOND circles the ring to the fallen Ravager, only... Ravager's not there.
A confused KBOND looks all around, circling the ring, kicking and pushing everything out of his way. After going all the way around the ring once he eyes the ring apron. KBOND whips up the apron and reaches under the ring when a quick "POP" is heard, and KBOND shoots back out from underneath the ring with a bloody hand, and a large staple sticking right in the middle of it. Out from underneath the ring emerges a crazy-eyed Ravager, wielding nothing other than a staple gun. KBOND punches at Ravager with his good hand, but Ravager ducks and lays a staple right into the meat of KBOND's thigh. KBOND falls over suddenly in pain, holding his bloodied hand open, and applying pressure to his thigh. Ravager looks at the staple gun, looks at KBOND, and then looks at a fan holding up a Ravager poster. The Silent Assassin asks the fan if he can see the poster, the fan obliges, and Ravager does the unthinkable.
Ravager staples himself right onto KBOND's forehead.
KBOND grunts in pain, Ravager gives him one more cruel staple in his upper back. Ravager snatches the big man by the tights and rolls him into the ring. KBOND stays on the mat, feeling pain from any movement. Ravager climbs the turnbuckle opposite of Darko and points right at him, Darko wide-eyed doesn't even have a chance to warn his body guard, and KBOND never saw it coming with the poster stapled to his forehead.
Diving headbutt!
As both heads clash, most of the poster rips from KBOND's forehead, and blood begins pouring out from his wound. Ravager covers, and the ref counts.
ONE.
"NO KBOND, GET UP! GET UP!"
TWO.
"NO! DON'T LET HIM WHOOP YOU, NOT LIKE THIS!"
THREE!
And like that it's over... or is it? Ravager gets his hand raised by the referee, but keeps his eyes on Darko the entire time. He exits the ring, but not to leave, only to get his cane that fell to the outside with KBOND. Ravager slides back in the ring, and points the cane at Prince W. Darko. Maybe for the first time in his entire life, the Prince is speechless. Ravager plants one foot on KBOND and walks over the fallen KBOND with his sights and the cane fixed on Darko the entire time. He wiggles the cane in Darko's direction, and Darko begins kicking at the cane, but Ravager pulls back each time. The fans begin chanting Ravager's name as he positions the cane in his hands just the right way.
He winds back, jerks his arms, and Darko flinches... but nothing.
The fans burst into laughter as Darko opens one eye to see Ravager and the fans laughing at him. He instantly snaps, "YOU CAN'T WHOOP ME! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" This time Ravager doesn't even give him a chance to flinch, he just pulls back and ---
KBOND grabs the other side of the cane and pulls Ravager in for a MASSIVE lariat. The fans goods time instantly turn to boos as KBOND begins assaulting Ravager for his own cane. Darko screams, "GET HIM UP! BRING HIM TO ME! NOW!" The bloodied and stapled KBOND happily pulls Ravager to his feet and brings him to Darko. Ravager receives a solid kick to the jaw. And then a kick to the temple. And then a kick right to the bridge of his nose. Blood begins to trickle out of his nose as Ravager is barely aware of his surroundings. KBOND lifts Ravager into the air to give Darko the perfect shot.
"AND I AM FINALLY FREE!"
The familiar theme song played by 30 Seconds to Mars blasts over the PA system as Darko's eyes go wide, and KBOND drops Ravager, looking towards the entranceway. And there he is.
Kenny Krenshov bursts through the back, he looks right passed KBOND and right at Darko. Krenshov raises his right hand, revealing a lead pipe, he lowers it down and taps his knee with it, and then at Darko. The fans instantly make the correlation, the masked man who almost put the former NAPW World Champion out of order was handcuffed to a pole.
Kenny storms to the ring, sliding in and is instantly met by KBOND who goes for a left and Kenny slams the pipe into his ribs to the right. KBOND drops to a knee and Krenshov looks right at Darko, pointing the pipe in his direction. All Darko can do is shake his head no as Kenny comes toward him. KBOND slams into Krenshov's back, making him drop the pipe, but Kenny turns and kicks the man the same size as him right where he hit him with the pipe and follows with a solid right. KBOND stumbles to the ropes, holding himself up. Kenny turns back to Darko, and smiles. The behemoth throws his arms around the pole holding Darko, and begins to use all of his might. Darko tries to kick, but Kenny keeps too low of a base, and as the pole begins to shake Darko begins screaming, "NO! NO!" The pole snaps off of its bolts, and Kenny heaves the pole with Darko attached into the ring. He stumbles as he attempts to keep a vertical base, and then brings the pole down and slams Darko and the pole into KBOND and the both spill to the outside. The cuffs snap as the Zamundans land, but both are in terrible shape.
Ravager gets to his feet, and he locks eyes with Krenshov for more than a moment. They both shake their heads and lean on the ropes, pointing to the duo of Prince W. Darko and KBOND as the latter duo slowly crawl up the aisle. The crowd are going crazy!
Trent Daniels vs D!
Special Guest Referee: "The Nexus One" Rex Caliber
The crowd goes BANANA as X-Ecutioners pick up. Wrestling fans, so quick to forgive and forget, because tonight they are loving "THE NEXUS ONE" REX CALIBER. Sexy Rexy heads to the ring in a black and white shirt with the sleeves cut off to show off his fabulous biceps. He's got a six-pack of delicious cold ones with him, hits the ring and the crowd loves him. The reception turns hateful when Ryan Adams kicks up, bringing out the despised-formerly-loved D! D! sneers his way to the ringside and gets in Rex's face. These two just one week away from their first-ever meeting, but Rex reminds D! "Hey don't worry about ME tonight, chump." Why? Because Airbourne brings out Trent Daniels AT A RUN! DANIELS SLIDES IN AND TAKES D! DOWN! RIGHTS AND LEFTS BY DANIELS! Rex calls for the bell to start the match, then asks for the microphone. "Oh yeah, this match is NEXUS ONE RULES, which means... hell, there ain't no damn rules!" And Rex chugs a beer as D! tries to get the hell away from the fired up Daniels! D! slides out of the ring and Daniels roars! The Street Team occupies a good portion of the front row, giving D! no respite on the outside as the chants begin. "DEEEEEEEEEEEE --- SUCKS! DEEEEEEEE SUCKS!" rings out, accompanied by the middle finger exclamation mark from every fan in the building. D! screams at the fans, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO? GAH!" He turns around DANIELS OVER THE TOP ROPE! SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY!
Daniels hammers D!, knocking him to the mats again, then whips him against the guardrail. D! begs no as Daniels charges, SIDESTEP! Daniels' leg ends up across the guardrail, as D! yells "That's your hero, huh?" He turns around to grab Daniels LARIAT! Daniels takes D! down! Nothing will stop him here tonight! Taped ribs or not, Trent Daniels is here to FIGHT! He rolls D! into the ring as Rex gives a rousing ovation to the beginning of this match. D! can't seem to get anything going as Daniels rocks him in the corner with shots. Suddenly... CHOP! WHOOOOOOO! "OWWWWWW!" D!'s eyes widen at the impact of that one, and then Daniels whips D! into the opposite turnbuckle. Charging elbow smash, D! dodges out of the way! Daniels leaps up to the second turnbuckle with huge grace, D! turns around, FLYING CROSSBODY --- D! ducks out of the way! Daniels hits canvas, tries to get up quickly but he's had the wind knocked out of him and D! with a sick dropkick right to the side of his head! What an impact! D! covers, one, two, kick-out by Daniels. D! yells at Rex to count faster, Rex just grins at him and opens another cold one. D! trying to slow the pace of the match down, grabs both of Daniel's arms and plants a boot between Daniels shoulderblades for a surfboard. Oh, D! gets the foot up to the back of Daniels' head and thrusts it forward, mocking and delivering some pain. D! switches up feet, does it again. Paintbrushing Daniels with his foot!
The cheers of the Street Team begin to rouse Daniels, though. He fights to his feet as the crowd thunders, spins around! He's behind D!, grabs him for a German Suplex! D! pops the hold, standing switch, looking for one of his own? Daniels blocks, snapmares D! over --- OH MY GOD WHAT A KICK! HOLY HELL! DANIELS KICKED D! IN THE BACK SO HARD, DID YOU HEAR THAT? You probably heard it. Crowd goes CRAZY! Daniels hits the ropes, "YOU WANT A DROPKICK?", rushes out SEATED DROPKICK TO THE FACE! COVER! REX COUNTS ONE, TWO, KICK-OUT! Rex holds up two fingers, just two. Daniels pulls D! up, CHOP again! He puts D! into the ropes, Irish Whip, D! reverses DROP DOWN DANIELS STERNUM FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Good GOD what Bret Hart-like impact, Daniels crashes down to the canvas. D! waits for the kid to get up, sneering, shouting insults at him. Daniels gets up, holding his chest... and D! levels him with the Roundhouse Punch, knocking Daniels to the floor! Daniels tries to get up, you can hear him trying to catch his breath. D! looks at him, what's this? SUICIDE DIVE? D! runs at the ropes --- no! Fake out, D! flips the finger to the fans. "I do what I WANT!" Daniels tried to dodge the "dive," and with him off-balance D! shoots through the ropes and catches him with both feet, knocking Daniels to the railing. D! picks up Daniels by the hair, the former's face a twisted mask of hate. He holds Daniels up, facing him towards the Street Team. "YOU WANT YOUR HERO?" WHAM crossface shots! Geez! D! whips Daniels INTO THE RING STEPS! Dammit! Daniels flips over them like Cactus Jack, and D! steps up to them. Rex shrugs, he's not going to count these guys out. Pops another beer, then yells "Come on Daniels!" D! yells at him, ranting about the injustice of the situation, NAPW, society, and squirrel monkeys. The man truly has lost it. Daniels is pulling himself up on the announce table and D! gets a devilish idea. He rolls Daniels on top of the table, then gets up himself. Oh no. D! pulls a spaghetti legged Daniels up by the hair, sneering down at him. What the hell is he going to do? SPINEBUSTER DANIELS BLOCKS! SNAP KICK! Sweep kick! Spinkick! D! suffers the Ottawa Trios and crashes down, holding his leg in pain, still on top of the table! Daniels with a burst of hair leaps from the table to the ring apron, looks back, ASAI MOONSAULT ---
Completely misses D!. But not the table.
The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" as Daniels lays in the wreckage of the table, which collapsed from the impact. D! is trying to get up, holding his leg, looking the world like he wishes he'd never gotten into this match. But he has one hell of an opening. He rolls into the ring and takes a corner, trying to gain back. But he doesn't hear what he wants to. He looks up at Rex, snarling. "Count him out! Count him out Caliber!" Rex looks at D!, then chugs his beer! Crunches the can against his forehead! "THIS IS NEXUS ONE RULES, JERKY, AND THAT MEANS NO RULES AND HELL NO COUNT-OUTS!" D! swears at Rex, screaming in his face. Rex still has a good-natured look on his face, but there is a glint of anger in his eyes. "You want him, you go out and bring him back in here. Then I'll count!" D! snarls and gingerly goes back outside. He shakes his knee to get some feeling and slaps the back of a crawling Daniels' head. Finally, he bundles Daniels in. D! covers... ONE! TWO! TH---KICK-OUT! D! looks up in disbelief, Rex says "TWO!" D! snarls and scoops Daniels up... oh no. TREE OF WOE. Daniels is barely there, now hanging upside down in the corner! That can't be good for his ribs and torso, racking for breath. D! open-hand slaps on the ribs. And then... it's time for the patented BASEMENT DROPKICK DANIELS PULLS UP! D! slides through and crotches himself on the ringpost to a thunderous ovation! Daniels struggles, sits up on top, he's free! D!'s head is just in the ring, he's crawling forward, Daniels dives off and delivers a leg drop! COVER! ONE! TWO! D! KICKS OUT!
Daniels signals to the fans, it's time! D! is slowly, wobbly to his feet as Daniels sits on the turnbuckle! Systems Crash coming up! He grabs the back of D!'s head D! PULLS REX IN! Bodies pile up as Daniels falls off right onto Rex and D!. Rex extricates himself, and suddenly D! is RIGHT in his face. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU STUPID REDNECK? JUST REF! STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" Rex has had enough of D! "You pulled ME in, you stupid son of a bitch!" D! continues to mouth off to Rex, who's fists are balled up... "COME ON, HIT ME! PROVE ME RIGHT! THIS WAS ALL A SET-UP!" Daniels is getting up, he landed the hardest on that miscue. Rex looks ready to punch D! --- but then pulls it back. He shakes his head NO. D! looks put out
ROUNDHOUSE TO CALIBER! Rex gets knocked down! D! cackles, turns around to the fans, gloating, but REX IS UP! D! turns around RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT! REX WAILING ON HIM! D! trying to get away, Caliber hits the ropes LARIATO D! DUCKS DANIELS GETS NAILED! Rex's face tells the story, oh hell. D! goaded him on, but --- dammit! Daniels, however, still gets up despite the Caliberline! HE'S STILL ALIVE --- NO NO NO! NYQUIL SPIKE! NYQUIL SPIKE! D! covers, and Rex counts, ONE, TWO --- Caliber grimaces, shaking his head in disgust --- THREE. D! wins the match, dammit! Dammit!
D!'s music plays and he bails out of the ring, exhausted, by gloating. He did it, he beat Daniels, and got into Rex's head. Caliber stands with his hands on his hips, pissed off about what just happened. He offers a hand to Trent Daniels, helping the kid up. Nothing Rex can say can change the unfortunate result. But Caliber raises Daniels' hand anyways, because the kid HAD D!. He HAD him. Only D!'s manipulation saved the bacon. The Street Team gives Daniels a rousing ovation. Next week, for the first time ever, D! vs REX CALIBER... but the issue between Trent Daniels and D! is certainly not yet over.
BARBED WIRE FLAMING TABLES
THREE-WAY DANCE
FOR THE NAPW CANADIAN HERITAGE TITLE
AND #1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE WORLD TITLE:
Jake Phoenix (c) vs "Bluegrass Badass" Matthew Kurtis vs Krusty Kid Paul
The ring is surrounded by tables, all covered in barbed wire. There are numerous gas cans, as well as boxes of BBQ matches for each table. Krusty Kid Paul and Matthew Kurtis both survey the potential weapons as Jake Phoenix enters the ring. he barely has his title belt off before KKP jumps on the champ, peppering him with left and rights. Referee John Sharplin calls for the bell as Phoenix knocks KKP down with a stiff forearm, only to get a huge boot to the face from Matt Kurtis. Phoenix knocked into the ropes, and Kurtis follows up with a huge Cactus Jack style clothesline that takes both men to the floor. Phoenix and Kurtis crash to the ground, inches from one of the tables. Kurtis is to his feet first, and he grabs Phoenix by the hair, and tries to push the champs face into the barbed wire. Phoenix fights him off as best he can, but neither man is paying attention to KKP, who does a somewhat sloppy but effective plancha onto both men! KKP lays in with kicks to the heads of both men, then grabs Kurtis and tries to grind his face into the barbed wire, but Phoenix interrupts with an elbow to the head of KKP. Phoenix then picks up KKP, looking to spinebuster him on the floor... no, he drives him back first into the ring post! Meanwhile, Kurtis has a gas can, and he looks like he's ready to light a table on fire, but Phoenix stops that, and headbutts Kurtis, staggering the Bluegrass Badass. Phoenix whips Kurtis into the guardrail, then follows up with a big boot of his own. he turns around just in time to get whacked in the face by a chair chucked by KKP! Phoenix staggers, KKP grabs the chair, and chucks it at Kurtis! Matt takes the steel right in the kisser! And now KKP has the gas can, and he douses the nearest table. He lights a match, and the first table is lit, bringing a large pop from the crowd.
KKP grabs the nearest opponent, in this case Kurtis, and tries to drag him over to the table, but Kurtis holds on to the guard rail and does not budge. KKP lays in with stiff right hands, trying to get Kurtis to let go, but he doesn't have the effect he wants. KKP with a boot to the gut, and Kurtis releases his grip, and KKP tries to whip Kurtis into the table... Kurtis with a reversal! KKP puts the brakes on JUST in the nick of time, but gets knocked silly by a Matt Kurtis clothesline to the back of the head. KKP staggers towards the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. Kurtis follows him in, stomping KKP every chance he gets. KKP rolls to the corner turnbuckle, and pulls himself up, only to get knocked back down by a huge left hook. Kurtis looking to toss KKP over the top rope and through the flaming table, but Jake Phoenix is back in, and he attacks Matt Kurtis. Kurtis hasn't forgotten last show, and he fires back with lefts and rights! Phoenix and Kurtis are center ring, firing away on each other with sick sounding punches. Phoenix is bleeding from the nose, and Kurtis' left eye looks to be swollen. Phoenix rears back to land a haymaker, but Kurtis sidesteps, and clobbers Phoenix with a huge boot to the face. Phoenix knocked over the top rope... no wait, Phoenix tried to grab the top rope to stop his momentum, but wound up tangled! Kurtis looks to take advantage, but KKP is back up, and he charges in... Kurtis catches him by the throat, and choke tosses him into the corner! KKP crashes into the turnbuckles, and Kurtis is there in a flash, setting KKP up on the top turnbuckle. Kurtis to the ring apron, and he's going to powerbomb KKP off the top rope through the flaming table... KKP with punches to the head of Kurtis, he doesn't want to be the first man out... Kurtis trying to end KKP's title hopes! KKP jabs his thumb in Kurtis' good eye and floats over ---and he manages to Superbomb Kurtis through the flaming table! The fans may not like KKP, but they pop huge when the Kurtis is sent into the flames and barbed wire! The ring crew is quick to act with fire extinguishers, but Matt Kurtis' title hopes are done!
Phoenix is still struggling to get himself free from the ropes, but he does not look happy that KKP eliminated Kurtis before he could. KKP sees Phoenix's situation, and grabs a chair from ringside. Phoenix realizes what's coming and works harder to get free, but KKP has the opening he needs, and he smacks the Heritage champion upside the head with the chair. And he hits him again! And one more time for good measure! Phoenix is busted open, and KKP lays another hard shot to the back of the champion, just as Referee Sharplin gets Phoenix free. KKP smiles a sick smile as he lines up Phoenix for another shot, but the champ wisely rolls out of the ring, trying to get the blood out of his eyes. KKP follows, lining up Phoenix from the ring apron, and he jumps off, swinging for his head... Phoenix moves, KKP lands on his feet and swings again, Phoenix catches the chair, --- and punches it right into KKP's face. KKP staggers, Phoenix grabs him by the hair, and slams him face first into a barbed wire table! Phoenix pulls KKP back up - it takes a bit of effort as KKP's hair is caught in the barbs- then slams him back into the wire! This gets some groans from the fans, but Phoenix just smirks and drives his elbow into the back of KKP's head, grinding him further into the barbed wire! Sharplin can't really stop this, but tries to appeal to Phoenix's better nature. ... Or at least remind him of the only way to win this match. Phoenix lets up for a second, allowing KKP to hit a mule kick right in Phoenix's uprights!
The champ is staggered, and KKP pulls his face out of the barbed wire. He too now sports a crimson mask. But he still smiles. Phoenix lifts his head up only to see KKP's knee crash into it. KKP grabs another chair and dents it on Phoenix's back. He tosses it away, grabs another one, and dents that one over Phoenix's back. Phoenix leans against the guardrail for some support, only to have KKP dive onto him with a cross body... Phoenix staggers, but he does not go over the rail, as KKP had hoped. Phoenix keeps hold of KKP, yells "MOVE" and then does a fall away slam, sending KKP into the seats as fans scramble out of the way. Phoenix grabs a gas can and gets ready to douse a table, but a chair sails by his head, distracting him. KKP is on his knees, dripping blood, but he is grabbing every chair that is near him and is tossing it in the direction of the champ. He tosses chair after chair, some coming close, some not. Phoenix grabs a chair of his own and starts knocking away KKP's projectiles, walking toward his opponent. KKP is running out of chairs, even with the fans handing them theirs (anything to be part of the show). KKP has one more chair, but gets obliterated by a shot to the head from Phoenix. Phoenix goes back to the table, retrieves a gas can, and sets the table on fire. He then goes into the crowd, and drags KKP over the guardrail and to ringside, and prepares to powerbomb him through the table to end this bloody mess. KKP sinks to his knees, barely conscious. Phoenix tries to drag him back up, but KKP is almost limp. Phoenix grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, trying to see if he's conscious or not...
And KKP opens his eyes, smiles, and jabs one thumb in Phoenix's throat, and the other into his eye. Phoenix staggers back, stunned, and KKP grabs a gas can. He looks to the table, shakes his head, and then looks to Phoenix. His sick smile grows wider as he turns the can upside down and dumps the contents all over Phoenix! Phoenix sputters as the gasoline is poured all over him, and the fans murmur in horrified anticipation. Phoenix rolls into the ring, trying to get his breath back, the smell of gasoline all around him. KKP is quick to follow, going for a chop block to take the champ to one knee. KKP hits the ropes and comes back with a big boot, sending a mist of blood and gasoline into the air. Phoenix is rocked, and KKP tries to set him up for a clothesline to take him over the top rope and through the flaming table. He hits the ropes again, Phoenix ducks, KKP hits the opposite ropes and comes back with a bulldog! Phoenix counters, staying on his feet and just hurtling KKP straight into the turnbuckles! Phoenix hoists Paul up, gets a running start and AWESOME BOMBS Krusty Kid Paul flying over the top rope... and through the flaming table on the floor! KKP is eliminated, and that means your winner, STILL Heritage Champion, and #1 Contender to the World Title... Jake Phoenix!
A sea of ring attendants are ready with their fire extinguishers to douse the resilient Krusty Kid Paul, and Phoenix holds his hand in the air, as the fans cheer the match, but boo the champion (except for a small minority of Phoenix fans). Phoenix doesn't seem to care, he's got his title, he didn't get set on fire, and he has the chance at another title real soon... against the very man who defeated him for the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title. Next week at THE 150TH SHOW, it will be "LDK" Lloyd Rees defending the NAPW World Title against Heritage Champion Jake Phoenix! Be there!
CREDITS:
S.D. Promo - Bo
WGA vs Nation of Innovation - Diego
WHITE CHOCOLATE vs Lady Sparks - Ben
"LDK" Lloyd Rees vs "The Falcon" Jacob Venar - JP
Dez Carter promo - Jesse
Stein & Chris Kamikaze vs Mystic Exposition - MJ
Dan Ryan promo - Brunk
Ravager vs KBOND - Rought
Trent Daniels vs D! - Ryan
Jake Phoenix vs Matthew Kurtis vs Krusty Kid Paul - Allan