The Polish Hall is packed with people, ready for an NAPW World Title match... and more here tonight in Edmonton! Four men already stand in the ring, ready to get going in the evening's opening contest, a Four Corners Match between Masafumi Satake, Trent Daniels, The Crusher and "The Moose" Mark Millar!
Referee John Sharplin calls for the bell as all four men stare at each other from all four corners. Satake and Daniels are locked on one another looking ready to explode across the ring in a split second. Miller and Crusher... Well they look like two big bears that haven't eaten in days and see one another as the prey. Finally Daniels and Satake charge at one another colliding in a lockup. Satake gains the leverage and drops Daniels to the mat with an arm drag! Trent pops back up and drives his boots into Satake with a double dropkick! Satake recovers quickly and hits a stiff chop into Trent's chest. Daniels blocks a second and whips Satake into the ropes only for the Japanese star to rebound and high kick him square in the face! Daniels brings a hand up to inspect his injury from the severe shot which leaves Satake open to lash out with a back elbow to the stomach. Daniels doubles over in pain gasping for breath. Satake spins connecting with a roaring elbow to the skull dropping Daniels to the mat!
BILL HEWSON: What an explosive opening to this match! Daniels and Satake went right for each other but so far the more experienced competitor has gotten the upper hand.
JACK JONES: Just wait until one of the big boys get in there. Then it'll be real fun.
Daniels rolls away in the nick of time causing Satake to miss a legdrop. He uses the ropes to get up and spins nailing a running Masafumi square in the jaw! Satake responds with a kick to the chest but Daniels doesn't seem effected? Satake is grimacing in pain and seems to be favoring the foot. Daniels fires back with a sidekick to the left thigh! Satake grabs his thigh in pain as Daniels springs off the ropes... Crossbody takes down Satake. A quick cover only gets a one count as Masafumi Satake easily powers out.
Daniels is to his feet first and brings up Satake firing him into the ropes... Blind tag by Crusher! The big man is in the ring and Daniels doesn't see him. Crusher spins Trent around and flattens him with a big short-arm lariat! The fans explode in cheers for the returning NAPW star! He brings Trent up and throws him across the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex!
BILL HEWSON: The Crusher returning to NAPW and immediately making an impact.
JACK JONES: He's tossing Daniels around like an insect.
Crusher is stalking Trent who is climbing hesitantly to his face. BAM! Clubbing forearm to the back of the neck! Daniels drops to his knees and Crusher clubs him again this blow sending Trent back to the mat. The smaller man is hauled up to his feet and fired into the corner chest first. The Crusher backs up and takes off like a bullet...
SCHOOLBOY! Crusher breaks out at one throwing Daniels off of him. The bigger man is quickly to his feet but Daniels is just a bit quicker. Wake up Call on Crusher! Trent goes over and tags in Satake.
BILL HEWSON: Crusher is stunned and Daniels looking to fly.
JACK JONES: Look at the power of Crusher HEWSON! He's already getting to his feet!
Crusher is stumbling to get up and Daniels flies off the ropes with a missile dropkick to the back of the head. He walks over and roughly tags Masafumi Satake into the match.
BILL HEWSON: Daniels returning the favor as Satake originally caused him to face the power and explosive nature of The Crusher.
JACK JONES: Mark Miller is shooting daggers at Daniels. I think he feels slighted in this match. No one has tagged him in yet.
By this point, Crusher is up and bearing down on Satake. Masafumi lashes out with a kick to the kneecap! The kick doesn't seem to slow down Crusher who grabs Satake and attempts to slam him. Masafumi begins to jab his elbow into Crusher and the barrage of shots seem to take effect as his grip lessens. Satake is able to break free and sends some more rapid-fire kicks into both knees of Crusher. Crusher begins to buckle under these quick attacks and leaves himself open to be spiked to the mat with a DDT. He grabs one of Crushers' tree-trunk legs and slams it into the mat. Backing up, Satake begins to lay kick after kick into the calf muscle.
BILL HEWSON: Very focused attack by Masafumi Satake. The old adage rings true if you can't stand you can't fight.
JACK JONES: He's trying to ground Crusher and keep him from using his full power. If Crusher is up he's very very dangerous.
Satake looks out to the crowd who give him a nice reaction before he drops a single vicious knee into the back of Crusher's knee. He grabs a headlock and begins to grind away trying to keep Crusher from standing. Amazingly the big man lets out a loud warlike cry and begins to rise off of the mat, lifting Satake on his back the whole way up.
JACK JONES: Crusher is up!
The Crusher charges backwards sandwiching Satake into the turnbuckle. Satake's head smacks hard off the steel and Crusher drives a mule kick into his gut. The big man turns around and drives his knee into Satake's chin. Satake hits the mat hard and Crusher stalks over to the corner and tags in Mark Miller.
BILL HEWSON: Here comes "The Moose!"
JACK JONES: He looks ready to unload here HEWSON! Satake is in big trouble!
Miller hits the ring and immediately sends the recovering Satake into the canvas with a spear! He brings him up and whips Satake into the ropes... Masafumi with a kick to the shin. Another kick this one directed at the ankle has Miller hobbling in pain. Satake brings the bigger man down with a legsweep. Miller back up and Satake connects with a roaring elbow to the jaw! Miller is backed into the ropes and here comes Masafumi... Dropkick sends Miller to the floor! The fans erupt as the big man hits hard on the cement.
BILL HEWSON: Trent Daniels is in the ring. Remember in this match when a man goes to the outside another can come in.
Daniels with a hard kick to Satake's shoulder blades! Satake with a spinkick to the chest... He skitters back in pain. Daniels rushes forward leveling Satake with a stiff looking double axehandle. He smirks down at the injured Satake and lifts his shirt...
BILL HEWSON: Trent Daniels is wearing a chest protector! That's why none of Satake's chest kicks are having any effect.
JACK JONES: That's brilliant!
Satake is back up and instead of looking furious a calm determination can be seen in his eyes. Trent charges and Satake grabs him arm flipping him over his shoulder with a beautiful Ipponzei! Daniels is up but he goes back down as Satake executes a headlock takedown. A brainbuster follows and Satake covers only managing a two. Daniels is brought back up and Satake tries a German but Daniels is able to wriggle free. Trent springs off the ropes and takes Satake over with a headscissors followed by a soccer kick to the lower back.
Mark Miller is gotten to his feet on the floor and takes his place back on the apron. Daniels tries a diving legdrop but Satake rolls away. He places his hands on the mat trying to regain his footing but Daniels steps on both limbs causing Masafumi to grunt in pain.
BILL HEWSON: Daniels showing a bit of a more intense streak here.
JACK JONES: Maybe he's gotten a bit smarter. After all he didn't perform an illegal move.
Daniels smirks and kicks Satake in the side. Smirking, he walks over and tags in Crusher. The big man enters the ring and yanks Satake up before power slamming him to the mat. Big splash across the chest and a cover only getting two. Irish whip by Crusher and Satake hits the ropes rebounding and ducks the lariat... Popping Crusher in the jaw with a backfist! Shining wizard to the face! Crusher is knocked senseless and Satake tags in Mark Miller.
BILL HEWSON: Things are about to pick up in a big way here Jack. These two bulls are about to tare into each other.
JACK JONES: I hope the ring doesn't break. These two men are massive.
Miller rushes Crusher and slams his big right first into Crusher's face. Crusher is a little shaky from Satake's attack but fires back with a left hand of his own! Forearm by Miller! Big headbutt by Crusher sends Miller into the ropes! Irish whip and a big haymaker drops "The Moose!" The fans start a huge "CRUSHER" chant!
BILL HEWSON: Crusher has made his return in a big way! Listen to these fans!
Crusher rips Miller off the mat and into a headscissors... POWERBOMB!
JACK JONES: The ring just shook with that impact.
Instead of going for the cover, Crusher again lifts Mark Miller up and tosses him into the corner. Trent Daniels just happens to be in the right place at the right place and slaps Miller on the chest signaling a tag. He enters the ring and Crusher throws a punch that Daniels manages to block. OTTAWA TRIOS! Crusher is down to one knee! Daniels with a bulldog driving Crusher's head to the mat. He walks over to Satake and violently tags him in. Satake glares at Daniels before stepping through the ropes.
The fans suddenly begin to boo loudly as Stone Zellor walks down the ramp.
BILL HEWSON: What's he doing here?
JACK JONES: He must want to get a good look at the action.
Crusher sees Zellor's approach and makes a beeline for him. Zellor is in the ring. Crusher catches him with a big forearm! Satake with a kick from behind! Crusher set for a spear... Stone moves and Crusher nails Satake! Masafumi is sent hurtling to the floor. Crusher and Stone battling out of the ring and up the ramp. Zellor sent into the barrier!
Trent Daniels and Mark Miller are now the legal men. Miller lifts Daniels onto the top rope and tries for a slam... Trent fights him off with a punch... SYSTEM CRASH!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner... TRENT DANIELS!
Masafumi Satake, holding his ribs, gets to his feet. He offers a handshake to Trent Daniels, which is accepted with only minor hesitation. Satake bows and exits the ring as Trent poses for his fans.
Prince Darko in his suit and tie comes down with the rest of Zamunda Force through the curtains, without any music playing or anything. Frank Warburton begins to speak, but Prince Darko signals him to cut it out. The crowd is confused, but still boos Darko, just because it's Darko. Prince Darko enters the ring, slowly, on account he has bruised ribs. Once he's in the ring, his first order of action is to snatch the mic away from Frank.
PRINCE DARKO: You suck at your own job -- lemme take over, go sit your dumb ass down or something. Listen to some akforty. Now. This match, this match right here is set for one fall -- that means, when those dumb ass boys come down this ring, and they get pinned "one, two, three." They lose, end of story. It's simple. Now, standin' at my left is a man that can't no body in this bitch whoop. A man from where I come a from, yes y'all, a proud Zamunda Native, my brother, my bodyguard, KEVIN "KBOND" BONDSWORTH!
KBOND starts to smile, waving to the crowd, with his gap exposed.
PRINCE DARKO: For my replacement -- one half of the Zamunda Boys. This kid right here, this kid right here can hit you with any hold at any time with any variation -- believe you me. He's from Zamunda too, don't worry about his weight -- that's the last of your concerns right now. DEEKS!
Deek, focused, doesn't wave, doesn't taunt, just a few stretches, pulls on the ropes, and looks dead ahead at the entrance.
PRINCE DARKO: Next up: two of the sorriest wrestlers NAPW has to offer. These two bad boys, these two bad boys are about to get their shit split wide open, torn to pieces, OBLITERATED! Modo Whoa and "Sorry Boy" Joey Malone.
Bad Boys begin to play through out the arena as Joey Malone and Modo Whoa come down through the curtains, to a hail of cheers. The roll into the ring and take their corners. Darko exits the ring and makes his way to announcers table with Matt Focks behind him -- texting.
PRINCE DARKO: I'm back, gonna commentate with y'all boys this evenin' once again.
JACK JONES: I like that, Prince, it's hot -- "word."
BILL HEWSON: Jack, don't ever do that ever again.
JACK JONES: It's a shame what happened to you at the hands of that evil Krenshov.
PRINCE DARKO: Nah, bro, s'alright. Krenshov knows the only way to get me is when we're not in a match and my guard is down -- if he has to be a little bitch about his business, then so be it. I'll see him again in the ring sometime in the future, and I'll crush him like I did last time. He knows he can't whoop me in a fair one on one. It's why he tried to take me out last week.
JACK JONES: So how long are you out of action for?
PRINCE DARKO: Not long, a few weeks or something -- I'm a Zamundan, we heal fast. My uncle was once caught in the middle of a stampede one time, tryna get some mangos --
JACK JONES: Oh my god.
PRINCE DARKO: Yeah, I know. He laid there for about a minute or so, got up, dusted himself off, and walked that shit off.
BILL HEWSON: Yes, as interesting as that is, the match is about to get under way.
Deek volunteers to start the match off with Joey. They lock up center ring, old school tie up. Deek links it up to a hammer lock, Joey tries to fight his way out -- BACK SUPLEX! WITH A BRIDGE! Deek with the first cover, only a two count. He gets back up on the mat, begins to scope out Joey. Deek raises his hand, trying to call a hold; Joey does the same -- rear waist lock on the unsuspected Joey -- GERMAN SUPLPEX! AGAIN! AND AGAIN! Joey's left folded on his neck. Deek begins to gain confidence in this match, still following Joey, but with a smirk now. Joey rushes towards Deek and is victim to a drop toehold. Deek drags Joey towards Modo, raising his hand, tagging Joey out on purpose. The crowd boos Deek's arrogance.
PRINCE DARKO: I taught him that shit.
Modo comes out, meets Deek center ring, and EXPLODES with a HUGE right hand that doesn't connect. Modo puts so much into the punch that he turns around when he doesn't connect. Deek goes in for the Release German, Modo lands on his feet. (POP!) Deek, up on his feet, turns around and gets SPEARED! Into the mat. Modo begins to fire away, Deek covers his face, trying the best he can to protect his grill.
PRINCE DARKO: That right there is a true wrestler. He even knows how to take a beating and not get beat. Lemme see some other wrestler come out with the same presence as him.
BILL HEWSON: Ravager?
PRINCE DARKO: That man don't concern me.
Modo is finally off of The Zamunda Boy, he brings him to his feet and locks in a Snap Suplex. Modo, up before Deek, keeps his eye on Deek, following his every move. Deek up on his feet, Modo rushes in for a Hurricanranna --REVERSED! POWER BOMB! Deek tags himself out.
PRINCE DARKO: See that, he isn't even a ring hog.
KBOND in the ring, standing massively looking down at Modo through his dark shades. A smile breaks out. Joey rushes into the ring, Modo gets onto all fours, as Joey leaps off his back and right into KBOND's arms. KBOND drops Joey onto Modo's back. He then tosses Joey out of the ring. Modo, struggling to get up, takes BIG BOOT to the face causing him to tumble across the ring. KBOND grabs Modo by the neck, bringing him up to his feet in one swift motion. KBOND tosses him into the corner like a rag doll. KBOND tags himself out. Before leaving the ring, he rushes into Modo, SQAUSHES HIM! He then whips Deek into him. Modo gets the hell out of the way, Deek goes straight into the corner. Uruburu gets in KBOND's face, telling him to get back into the ropes. Modo tags out and out comes a fresh Joey Malone. He hops on the second rope and comes CRASHING down on Deek with a Flying Fist Drop.
BILL HEWSON: Looks like the tables have turned.
PRINCE DARKO: Minor setback.
JACK JONES: Yeah. Just a minor setback.
Joey with a hook of the legs, only a two count. Joey up, sends Deek into the corner, stands on the second rope.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
He hops off the second rope, backs up, lets Deek stumble out of the corner and into him -- BELLY TO BELLY RELEASE SUPLEX!
BILL HEWSON: Looks like Joey and Modo are in full control of this match.
PRINCE DARKO: Shut up -- you don't know a damn thing. Been in plenty matches, looked like I was going to lose -- I made it seem that way -- THEN BAM! Zamunda Driver. It ain't over until it's over.
JACK JONES: He's right you know.
Bad Boy goes for a second pin.
ONE!
KBOND BREAKS IT UP!
KBOND continues his way towards Modo; he boots him off the apron and continues his assault on the outside. Uruburu tries to maintain order on the outside, but already has two legal men in the ring to worry about.
PRINCE DARKO: KBOND! Uruburu ain't lookin' bring his dumb ass over here.
KBOND takes Modo to Darko, Darko stands up out of his seat, looks around, make sure the coast his clear, delivers a forearm on the back of his neck.
PRINCE DARKO: Get his dumb ass outta here.
KBOND tosses his body away onto the ground and returns to his post.
PRINCE DARKO: See that Billy, that shit right there is what we call a neck. When you do or say something stupid, you get smacked on the back of the neck.
BILL HEWSON: What did he do? He's just doing his job.
PRINCE DARKO: His stupid ass shoulda called in for a sick day, thinkin' he can come out here and make a difference, he must be stupid.
Back inside the ring, Joey, still in full control, goes in for a Suplex -- DEEK LOCKS HIS FOOT! -- BRAINBUSTER DDT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
PRINCE DARKO: I TOLD YOU ALL! Frankie, don't say a goddamn word. Gimmie that mic.
Darko gets out of his seat, snatches the mic from Frank again, and then gets into the ring.
PRINCE DARKO: (Raising Deek's hand) AND YOUR WINNER IS! DEEKS! AND KBOND!
KBOND pats Deek on his shoulder, Darko shouts "LETS GO GET SMASHED!"
The metal Sailor Moon theme tears through the arena followed by a huge pop from the crowd as Asuka Katsuragi makes her way down to the ring.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... ASUKA KATSURAGI!
Asuka slides in to the ring, as the music fades out only to be replaced with "No sleep tonight" Lady sparks steps out from behind the curtain, mixed reactions from the crowd.
FRANK WARBURTON: And her opponent from Staten Island, New York... Lady Sparks!
Lady Sparks hops in to the ring, the music fades and the bell sounds.
DING!
Sparks charges Asuka looking to make the first move, Asuka slides out of the way and drives an elbow into the back of Sparks head, Sparks turns around they lock up at the shoulders Asuka eventually breaks free and drives a mean fist right in to Sparks face, sending her down to the mat.
BILL HEWSON: Interesting combo here tonight, we have Lady Sparks a straight up wrestler, she'll use her cunning to win, holding nothing back, and in the other corner we have Asuka Katsuragi a Puroresu style with power to spare.
JACK JONES: I'd say did you see that punch? ...WOW!
Asuka picks goes to pick Lady Sparks up from the mat only to receive several gut shots; Sparks is up runs back off the ropes
WHAM!
BILL HEWSON: And Lady Sparks is right there with a powerful close line to even things up a bit.
JACK JONES: It's no secret Bill, both these women have exceptional strength. I just hope there ring attire isn't as strong as them.
But Sparks doesn't stop there, she continues running bounces off the ropes jumps up and drives her elbow right in to Asuka's chest, Asuka rolls around the ring gasping for air as Sparks walks over grabs Asuka by the hair lifting her up just high enough to drive her head between her legs picks her up and delivers a nicely executed power bomb.
BILL HEWSON: Jack, I don't think that's going to happen.
JACK JONES: Why you do you have to do that Bill, Every time you have to rain on my parade?
Sparks getting to her feet, Asuka on all four's Sparks starts to lay the boots to her face. One...Two.... Three...Four... The Ref steps in telling Lady Sparks to back off, she argues with the ref a little bit taking her attention away from Asuka.
WHAM!
Asuka out of now where with the dropkick to Sparks face, Sparks spins around and drops like a rock. Asuka climbs the ropes and waits for the groggy Sparks to get to her feet, She's up... Asuka flies threw the air nails the flying headscissors and sends Sparks right back down to the mat.
The Crowd is loving it, as they erupt with a huge pop.
Asuka climbs the ropes again, goes for the moonsault hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NOT ENOUGH! Sparks kicks out last second!
BILL HEWSON: That was a close one there folks, a couple more of them and this match might be over.
JACK JONES: Look a loose thread...
Asuka grabs Sparks by the arm and viciously whips her into the corner, Lady Sparks manages to put her hands up just in the nick of time, only to turn around to a charging Asuka. Left foot bottom rope, right foot second rope followed by a left knee right to the temple of Lady Sparks. Asuka turns to Lady Sparks who is lying there lifeless with her arms stretched out over the top ropes. Asuka waste no time she steps on the second rope grabbing Lady Sparks by the back of the head, she leaps off with a hand full of head driving it right in to the mat bulldog style.
BILL HEWSON: I must say right now things aren't looking good for Lady Sparks, not good at all. If she doesn't do something fast she might loose her shot at the woman's title at Lethal Lottery.
JACK JONES: Never count them out when there down, because this is NAPW and anything can happen in that ring.
Asuka has Lady Sparks locked up in the cross face, Lady Sparks is reaching for the ropes, Asuka pulls harder, Sparks is reaching... She's almost got it.... Asuka reams back as hard as she can but Sparks is determined to beat this, she reaches out and connects with the rope. The ref point to Asuka to let go and she does with little hesitation. Asuka feeling confident stands up. The crowd is going crazy.
Lady Sparks is back to her feet she charges at the un expecting Asuka grabs her by the back of the head and drives her neck in to the bottom rope, Lady Sparks get on top of her and begins to pound the back of her head with her fist.
BILL HEWSON: Lady Sparks has turned this match right around.
JACK JONES: What did I just say Bill? This is NAPW never count em out when there down.
BILL HEWSON: I wasn't counting anybody out; all I said was things weren't looking good for Lady Sparks.
JACK JONES: I know what you said Bill, I was sitting right here when you said it... Do I look like an idiot?
BILL HEWSON: You really want me to answer that Jack?
Lady Sparks is still pounding away.
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE....
TEN....
Lady Sparks backs off, Grabs Asuka's foot and rips her back in to the center of the ring she waits for Asuka to stand up and then quickly grabs her from the behind and applies the elevated double chicken wing, Asuka in the air screaming Lady Sparks not easing off, with no chance of a rope break all Asuka has to do is hold on and she does just that.
BILL HEWSON: Not only are these two women incredibly powerfully but they both seem to have a high level of pain endurance.
JACK JONES: Most defiantly Bill, and I must say I used to never care much for the elevated double chicken wing, but that was before I seen it perform on a women. WOW!
Lady Sparks realizes this is going nowhere so she lets go.
WHAM!
Throws Asuka face first down to the mat, Asuka rolls over as Lady Sparks moves in going to pick Asuka back up, Asuka still on the mat swings her foot around and kicks Lady Sparks in the side of the head. Sparks goes stumbling to the ropes Asuka jumps to her feet runs to the opposite side springs off and dives right in to Lady Sparks. With Asuka on top they crash down to the mat hard, the Ref drops down for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
SPARKS' FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
Asuka slams the mat and stands up, Sparks making her way to her feet Asuka goes to grab her by her head lifting her up only to get greeted with a jab to the throat and the eye at the SAME TIME!
The crowd doesn't like this as boos fill the arena.
Asuka holding her eye and gasping for Air, Sparks waste no time wraps her harm around Asuka's neck lifts the leg and delivery's ONE HELL OF A CUTTER. Sparks roles over places her arm over Asuka, the ref drops to the mat...
ONE...
TWO...
THREEEEEEE!
DING DING DING!
FRANK WARBURTON: AND HERE'S YOUR WINNER VIA PIN FALL.... LAAAADDDDYYYYY SPARKSSSS!
The fans are pissed. Sparks makes it to her feet and walks out the victor.
BILL HEWSON: Both women showed an incredible amount of power her tonight, But in the end Sparks got the upper hand and had what it takes to put down Asuka Katsuragi. Looks like Lady Sparks is going on to Lethal Lottery the number one contender
JACK JONES: I have a feeling this years Lethal Lottery is going to be NAPW's best one yet.
JACK JONES: ... and because I just throw my plates away, I don't have to buy dish soap, I don't even own a dishwasher--I'm saving a bundle in the long run, right? Every week, it's a new bag of plates and I'm good to go!
BILL HEWSON: Big deal, so you use paper plates!
JACK JONES: ... they make paper plates now?
The buzz, the grind of the guitar... it's Ryan Adams and he would like to deliver a message on behalf of D!:
"I'M AS BLUE, I'M AS BLUE, AS THE OCEAN IS TRUE,
IT'S JUST REFLECTIONS OF THE SKY,
I'M A COLD, I'M AS COLD, AS THE STORIES YOU'VE TOLD,
BUT NEVER SICK ENOUGH TO DIE!"
Note to self... here's D! for everyone. The NAPW faithful's not having it, raining down abuse on him like they've paid good money to do. He deftly avoids a tossed beer cup and notes the section of the crowd it came from. Two young brothers are holding up poster of a cartoon D! poking his head out of a tank, Oscar the Grouch-style, titled "DON'T COME OUT".
BILL HEWSON: D!'s behaviour lately, pretty mch par for the course, not endearing himself to our dedicated fans--but should he even be out here? He's scheduled to face Dan Ryan later tonight!
JACK JONES: Well, my sources have it he just pulled in to the venue NOW--I guess he just enters like he feels like it. That's a sign of confidence!
He's tossed a mic, the music's faded out, and we are GO:
D!: For those of you who are too poor to afford the internet, let's catch you up on what you've been missing the past half-year--after a long, long, too-long absence from the wrestling federation he created, the One Letter Superstar comes back at Sole Survivor to the shock and surprise of everybody. He gets in the match--he cleans house--he stacks bodies like cordwood--very nearly taking out the fan-favourite misogynist, Ravager, FOREVER--and while he's lost in the moment, while he gets drunk on the adrenaline coursing through his veins... this cowardly sneak called Trent Daniels sneaks up behind him and eliminates him from the match.
BILL HEWSON: That's a pretty filtered version of the truth, if you ask me.
JACK JONES: So... in other words, it's the truth.
BILL HEWSON: No, that's not--
JACK JONES: IS it the truth, or ISN'T it?
D!: But then what does Trent Daniels do? He loses his focus. He acts like he's already won the match. And in that moment of blindness, D! gets back into that ring--picks up a steel chair from ringside--and obliterates him. Decimates him. Beats him to within an inch of his worthless puke life. THAT'S what he does. And that should have been the END of it. Because it was authoritative, decisive, and FINAL.
But oh, no. No, we couldn't have it end there. Because Trent Daniels was too stupid to understand that he'd lost. Too thick-headed to know he'd been beaten.
Trent Daniels did what all cowards do--let OTHER PEOPLE do is fighting for him. You've seen them, this, this... "Street Team"?
(WOOO!)
Shut up! This Street Team, a collection of Trent Daniels fans assembled from soup kitchens and animethons and parking lot skate-rinks all over the Greater Edmonton Area, they got tgether and they did Daniels' fighting FOR HIM. You see, when a great wrestler, a TRULY GREAT WRESTLER wants to get into an opponent's had, he does the damn work himself. He hires the actress to play his daughter. He crafts the foam puppet. He gets him kicked out of the neighbourhood. You don't NEED anyone else. But it seems Trent Daniels would rather be doing his hair or updating his Facebook profile or watch "Lost" or so whatever's hip in his demographic to do any of this. No--for this, he has the Street Team--and when you join the Street Team, you sign on to do the heavy lifting!
And oh, the work that was done! The billboards--shades of Chris Casino when everybody hated him the first time, don't think THAT isn't the creepiest thing ever--the billboards plastered over town! The streaker, ruining what should have been a five-star match because I had to work my ass off to GET it there! People going to my HOME to bully me there like we were all in high school! Soup dumped in my hair!
(WOOO!)
SHUT UP! That fish fight--and if you haven't been beaten by fish, you don't KNOW how traumatizing that really is! I was left psychologically SCARRED! I had to use expensive psychiatric treatments! I underwent a MEDICAL PROCEDURE! And this is the wrestler you CHEER for? This is man you fat (BLEEP) want to BE?
Trent Daniels went out of his way to be he sore loser--and this has been going on for HALF. A YEAR. And I'm sick of it! I've been a patient, patient man, but I can't be patient any longer! If Trent Daniels has something to say--why doesn't he try saying it in the RING!?
BILL HEWSON: WAIT A MINUTE! That's not right AT ALL! It was TRENT DANIELS who's been calling D! out--and D!'s kept refusing!
JACK JONES: Gee, Hewson, that's not the way I remember it--
BILL HEWSON: What are you TALKING about? And what about all of D!'s interference in Trent's matches? Why isn't he mentioning any of THAT!?
JACK JONES: Probably because it's not worth mentioning. Just let D! stick to the facts, okay?
D!: September--I want to FINISH this, Trent! I'm BETTER than you! I'm STRONGER than you! I'm quicker, more seasoned, and pretty damned AMAZING when it comes to a fair, one-on-one fight! Do you think you have the guts? Call off the dogs! Fill up your hands! Face the beating you've got coming to you--because if you don't, I'll have to start taking matters into my own hands!
Music.
"SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO MAKE ALL THE RULES,
AND TELL OTHERS WHAT TO DO
THEY MAKE IT THEIR WAY SO THEY ALWAYS WIN,
AND THE OTHERS ALWAYS LOSE"
Get your feet on the floor, your hands in the air and your teeth apart--Trent Daniels has arrived, and he's got his handsome smile ON. He starts a sentence, only to hold it back to let a chant run its course--
"TRENT! TRENT! TRENT! TRENT! TRENT!"
D!: Yes, we know who it is! Will you all pipe down so that your hero can lisp through his speech and we can get this over with?
TRENT DANIELS: Oh, hey, that's funny, there... hang on, what was your name?
He holds up his middle finger and smirks. The crowd goes wild.
D!: THAT'S NOT FUNNY OR CLEVER!
Daniels starts heading into the ring, in order to climb into it and stand face-to-face with D!
TRENT DANIELS: Ah, you got me! I'm more of a symbolist, I guess. Lets me say more with LESS. Of course... you've always liked to say more with MORE, so let's just agree to disagree. Just like I disagree with almost every point of your little revisionist history, there. But where we DO agree? We need to GET IT ON, YOU AND ME, ONE-ON-ONE.
D!: Yeah, you'll GET it, promise you that, you'll GET it--
TRENT DANIELS: And we're back to disagreeing. But hey, since you actually saw fit to stay out of my match for once tonight, I think I can do the same for you... so why don't we call a truce? I mean, I'd like to heal these ribs up just a little bit, and you spend so much time in that deprivaton tank you're gonna come out looking like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Hey, is that hair loss?
D!: What!? NO! JUST BRUSHED IT DIFF--(BLEEP) YOU, TRENT DANIELS! Who the hell are you to dictate TERMS?
TRENT DANIELS: You want me to be the bigger man? 'Cause I will. No interference from me or THE FINE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE STREET TEAM--
(WOOOOOO!!!)
D!: SHUT! UP!
TRENT DANIELS: --with your match-up with Dan Ryan. Hell, I'll give 'em a month off of D! duty, just because they're gonna need that time planning to throw NAPW fans one HELL of a SWEET VICTORY PARTY! Just give me the match you've been avoiding for months!
(YYYEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!)
D!'s face crinkles up, looking at his feet and mumbling like he's talking himself through a chess game. Finally--
D!: Fine, then. You want a truce?
TRENT DANIELS: Yeah.
D!: You want me to stay out of your business, and save my hatred for you when we meet in September?
TRENT DANIELS: YEAH!
D!: Fine, then. YOU'VE GOT IT!
And he holds out his hand. Daniels looks a it, beaming, but a little taken back. He stares at the hand, looks back-and-forth across the crowd, seemingly checking for their feedback, all of it too loud and mixed to be decisive. He looks back at D!, grabs his hand, and pumps it in a shake.
D!: Two minutes from NOW.
CHEAP SHOT WITH THE MIC! D! has just NAILED Trent in the forehead with his microphone with a SNEAK ATTACK! Trent Daniels staggers to one knee, caught unaware by D!'s cowardly attack!
BILL HEWSON: NO! NO! D! took advantage of him--of all the dirty, DOUBLE-CROSSING--
JACK JONES: Quiet, Hewson! I wanna hear if Daniels starts begging for his mom!
A pair of roundhouse punches land on Daniels' head and face after the mic shot the head, the last of which busts Trent's nose wide open. He stumbles to the corner, disoriented, and is greeted with some knife-edge chops from D! The crowd is livid at this point, with some random females screams emanating from the audience. D! mounts the prone Daniels in the corner and continues to wail away at his broken nose and forehead with stinging right hands, each one fueled by D!'s unrelenting rage at the man who has psychologically tortured him for some time now.
BILL HEWSON: Somebody needs to stop this! Daniel's is going to get seriously hurt if this continues.
JACK JONES: It's like Christmas and Easter rolled up into one... during SUMMERTIME no less!
On cue, a quintet of road agents race to the ring to try and stop D!, but he meets the first two with a double clothesline that send them sailing over the top rope and kisses the third agent with a basement dropkick that leaves him covering his face in pain. The last two road agents wisely stay away and check on their comrades. Daniels attempts to stand without falling when D! whips him into the opposite corner with such force that the ring seems to move an a few centimeters. Daniels' back is clearly hurting as he's favoring it. D! gives the sickest of maniacal grins before plowing his elbow into the small of the back continually, followed by his knee, and then some rabbit punches. Daniels keeps trying to get to his feet, but D! methodically takes him apart with malicious intent. D! whips his prey into the ropes this time and catches him with a Spinebuster that would make Ole, Gene, Arn, and even C.W. proud. This is followed by a mount and a further pounding of the crimson mask that is Trent Daniels' face.
BILL HEWSON: D! is a sickening and disturbed individual!
JACK JONES: Yeah... and to think, I didn't like him all that much before.
D! lifts his man by the bloodied hair and applies the sleeper hold, covering his own arms in blood in the process... NYQUIL SPIKE! Daniels' back is clearly D!'s target now aside from his face. D! relishes it all for a moment before picking his man up again; another sleeper is applied... NYQUIL SPIKE AGAIN! Daniels looks half-dead at this point. D! jumps to the corner and raises a single fist in the air as the crowd let him know their distaste for him by the amount of beer cups, cans, and garbage being hurled his way. He hops down with that glazed-over look in his eye when he notices Daniels trying to get up by using the ropes. He waits, patiently, and stalks... when Daniels is partway to his feet, another sleeper is applied, this one D! holds onto for some moments before suddenly... you guessed it, NYQUIL SPIKE!
JACK JONES: Is Vegas taking bets on how many NyQuil Spikes D! will hit on Daniels tonight?
BILL HEWSON: Will somebody please end this? D! should be fined and suspended!
D! doesn't wait this time and simply yanks Daniels to his feet and applies a FOURTH sleeper... can you guess what he intends for next? Daniels is long since unconscious to the pain, an absolute canvas of blood he is, when all of a sudden...
DAN RYAN IS HERE! THANK GOD --- RYAN TAKING IT TO D! HERE COMES A REFEREE, THIS MATCH IS ON RIGHT NOW! Trainers come out to help a bloody Trent Daniels to the back as his Street Team alternates between concern for their boy and hatred for D!. RYAN PUMMELLING ONE LETTER! Huge right hands force D! back against the ropes, but he ducks one! D! swings for the haymaker - CAUGHT! And Ryan counters with a HUGE forearm smash! D! gets straight back up--if only to get knocked right back down! The crowd is on their feet as Ryan lifts his opponent back to his feet. He rocks the smaller D! with knee lifts to the midsection before grabbing him by his black hair and hurling him face first into the top turnbuckle.
JACK JONES: A sneak attack by Dan Ryan, is this anyway to conduct yourself in the ring, Hewson?
D! has his head bounced off the turnbuckle once, twice, three-four-five-six-seven times as the crowd count along, before he falls into the corner. Ryan climbs to the middle turnbuckle, his three hundred pound frame looming ominously over D! as he begins the ten punch combo!
The official calls for a break, but Dan Ryan isn't letting up one damn bit! D! stumbles out of the corner, but the big man is waiting for him--RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! It hurls D! across the ring, but Ryan's right back to his feet. He drags his opponent up with a sharp tug, and an Irish whip sends D! against the ropes--NO! He hangs on to the top rope - but IN COMES DAN RYAN! CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! And both men tumble over the top rope, landing on the floor outside of the ring. The big man quickly gets back to a vertical base as he starts stomping away on his fallen opponent, raining blows down on D!'s midsection.
BILL HEWSON: Referee Sharplin begins his ten count, not that it matters. These two are just happy to have the chance to face one another.
JACK JONES: 'The Ego Buster' certainly appears to be enjoying himself...
Ryan rolls back into the ring to break the count-out, but D! has used the rails to get back to his feet in the meantime. A big boot to the ribs catches D! by surprise, before he gets scooped up and dropped throat first over the steel railing! D! collapses against the railing, slowly hoisting himself back to his feet before being grabbed by the hair again and hurled against the ring post! The nearby crowd cheer as they get to watch first hand the demolition of D! - AND RYAN CHARGES IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
NO!
BILL HEWSON: What a sickening thud!
D! ducks the clothesline and Ryan hits the steel post shoulder first! Sharplin is forced to restart his count as D! rolls into the ring. He hastily clambers back to his feet and runs against the far ropes. BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE SHOULDER OF DAN RYAN! And it's enough to send the big man crashing against the guard rails ... And D! grins one hell of an evil smile as he stands proudly in the center of that ring. The fans in attendance here in Polish Hall don't much care for that (or D! in general) as a chorus of boos threatens to drown out any other chant that may or not be starting up right now (BLEEP! You D! for instance), but the former three-time NAPW champion is on the move. He climbs out of the ring as Dan Ryan stands back up on the outside. D! grabs his opponent's injured arm, applying an arm wringer as he drags the big man towards the corner - and wraps Ryan's arm around the steel post! Ryan falls to one knee, and the predatory D! is already hammering away with some stiff punches, looking to try and bust his foe wide open--NO! Dan Ryan lands a shot to the midsection, and it has D! reeling. Another punch to the gut and Dan is getting to his feet ... Until he's chopped down by a basement dropkick!
JACK JONES: That's the resourcefulness of D! right there, Hewson. Taking the big man off his feet.
BILL HEWSON: I'll admit, D! is certainly taking it to Dan Ryan after a somewhat shaky start.
JACK JONES: Best there is, best there was and the best NAPW will ever see!
Ryan is rolled back into the ring before being followed by his opponent, D! and it appears this match may actually take part in the squared circle after all. D! takes his opponent by the arm as he applies an arm bar! Trying to wrench Dan Ryan's shoulder right out of the socket. The legs are grapevined around the massive arm of the three hundred pounder, and John Sharplin has no choice but to check for the submission. He asks Ryan is he gives up - and gets a definitive "no" as it looks like the big man is mounting a come back. D! has his legs wrapped around the arm, but Ryan is still managing to get back to his feet! He's hunched over, but standing - and D! connects with a swift kick to the face! Another! A third has Ryan staggering as he releases the arm bar and scrambles back to his vertical base. D! connects with a roundhouse punch, clocking Dan Ryan right in the temple, setting him up for the Irish whip as the Texan is sent across the ring--SPINEBUSTER! D! hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWONOOO!
BILL HEWSON: D! looks like he can't believe it.
JACK JONES: He can't, he should have put that overgrown Texan out of action by now!
D! stands up again, bringing his opponent up with him as a few more roundhouse punches rock Dan Ryan to his very core. The big man is staggered, slowly being forced back against the ropes as D! goes for another Irish whip--REVERSED! D! is the one sent running across the ring - SPINEBUSTER BY DAN RYAN! And he plants D! smack dab in the middle of the ring!
But he doesn't go for the cover...
BILL HEWSON: Look at the anger in the eyes of Dan Ryan.
The Texan drags D! back to his feet, and the Champion of Champions is out on his feet. Ryan grabs his opponent with a full nelson - but D! blocks with his legs! Sitout jawbreaker to counter and D! was playing opossum. He scrambles back to his feet and catches the big man with a boot to the gut - SUPLEX BY D!--BLOCKED! Ryan countering with some shots to the midsection, forcing his opponent to release his grip--BELLY-TO- BELLY SUPLEX BY DAN RYAN!
WAIT! Sharplin got nailed! THE REFEREE IS OUT!
But D!, running on adrenaline gets right back up again - straight into a Dan Ryan superkick! But the three-time NAPW champion is still standing --until he's folded up with a DRAGON SUPLEX!
BILL HEWSON: Dan Ryan pulling every move from his arsenal in order to put D! away, and maybe make him suffer in the process.
But Dan Ryan still isn't going for the cover. He's not done inflicting inhuman amounts of pain on his opponent. D! is crawling towards the ropes, but he's grabbed by his opponent and is being pulled back to his feet.
BILL HEWSON: What's that cameraman doing on the apron?
Ryan connects with a boot to the gut, doubling D! over as Ryan places his opponent's head between his legs--
BILL HEWSON: Get that cameraman out of the ring!
THE CAMERAMAN CRACKS DAN RYAN AROUND THE HEAD WITH THE CAMERA! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! WAIT---D! ROLLS RYAN UP FROM BEHIND, GRABS THE TIGHTS---NO! SHARPLIN IS COGIZANT AGAIN, COUNTS ONE TWO THREE!
JACK JONES: What just happened?
BILL HEWSON: No, it can't be...
The cameraman takes off his his baseball cap ...
AND IT'S DONOVAN ASTROS!
Eight million security run in to keep a bloody, raging Dan Ryan from killing Astros! D! sneaks off following his cheap-ass win! Astros cackles. Crowd booing. Terry Brandon comes out, shocked, furious... and says to Dan Ryan, "if you want him... you've GOT HIM!" Dan Ryan vs Donovan Astros, UNSANCTIONED MATCH, 9/23!
JACK JONES: And I ended our date with a simple handshake and we went our separate ways.
BILL HEWSON: ... Really?
JACK JONES: Well, there might have been more, but once I saw the Adam's apple I knew I had to get out of there eventually.
BILL HEWSON: Did you say eventually?
JACK JONES: She paid for dinner, I wasn't going to turn that down!
"Path" hits the speakers, thankfully ending that conversation. The crowd pops huge for Ravager and Dez Carter, who both walk to the ring with a single purpose: Win the NAPW tag titles.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW tag team championship! Introducing first the challengers, accompanied by Asuka Katsuragi; they have a total combined weight of four hundred and fifty four pounds: Ravager and Dez Carter!
Ravager slides into the ring and faces the ring entrance, silently waiting for two of his greatest enemies to make their way to ringside. Dez is focused as well, testing the ropes and loosening up for the fight of his life...
"Corduroy" takes over the speakers, and the fans pop once more for the tag champs, a fact that seems to irritate Ravager ever so slightly...
FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents: weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred forty two and one quarter pounds. They are the NAPW tag team champions: CHRIS CASINO and EVAN CARTWRIGHT!!
Casino hoods the belts up high for everyone to see, especially Ravager. Cartwright gets in the face of Dez, and referee Dick Kiebiech is there to make sure there is no pre match antics like last week. Kiebiech holds the belts up for the fans, then hands the belts to the timekeeper. Carter goes to his corner, Cartwright to his. Kiebiech calls for the bell, and Casino and Ravager look ready to lock up. Casino signals that he wants Dez tagged in. Ravager thinks about it, looks to the fans, who clearly want to see Ravager and Casino go at it. Ravager reaches his hand out for Dez to tag in, drawing boos from the crowd. Casino smirks, and nods to Cartwright, as it appears everything is going to plan-
CHOP
Casino turned his attention away at the wrong time. It's Ravager's turn to smirk as he lays in with some stiff chops to the chest of Casino. Casino backs up, his chest starting to turn red. Ravager refuses to let up, trying to knock the smugness out of Casino. Cartwright comes in to help out - HEADBUTT. Ravager not letting either man get the advantage right away. Dez climbs into the ring and goes after Cartwright, and Kiebiech tries to regain control. Cartwright backed into one corner, Ravager has Casino in the opposite corner. Dez and Ravager whip their respective opponent center ring, where they collide! The champs are down, and they roll out of the ring as Ravager and Dez stand tall! Half the crowd is solidly behind the challengers, though there are some boos, as the champs have their fans as well.
BILL HEWSON: A split crowd for this match. I don't know how this is going to affect Ravager and Dez's mindset.
JACK JONES: As long as it doesn't affect my bet- I mean the outcome.
BILL HEWSON: Where do you find bookies that will take bets on wrestling?
JACK JONES: There's this website based out of Morocco...
BILL HEWSON: I don't want to hear any more.
Casino climbs back into the ring, having regained his composure. He tags in Cartwright, who locks up with Ravager. Ravager scores a side headlock. Cartwright lifts Ravager up and drops him with back suplex! Ravager holds on! Cartwright rolls him over, gets to his feet and drops him again! And again Ravager holds on! Cartwright rolls over one more time. He gets to his feet, and plants a forearm into Ravager's kidneys, forcing him to break the hold. Ravager turns to Cartwright, and gets a European uppercut, knocking him to the mat. Cartwright drops an elbow, and goes for a quick cover, but only gets a one count. He drags Ravager up, and lays in with a series of stiff chops, knocking him into the corner, where Dez is there to tag himself in. Ravager looks surprised, not being ready to tag out. Cartwright pounces on Carter as he climbs through the ropes, laying in with forearms to the back. Carter strikes back with chops of his own, putting Cartwright on edge. Cartwright with the Perfect Uppercut... Dez ducks it, and scores with a palm strike that knocks Cartwright to the mat!
It's Dez's turn to pounce, as he goes for a stretch plumb, but Cartwright wriggles out of it, then elbows Carter in the side of the head. Carter smacks Cartwright on the temple. Cartwright responds with a stiff punch to the jaw. Carter with a chop to the chest. Cartwright with a forearm shiver. Carter with a palm strike. Cartwright with a headbutt. Carter with a European Uppercut. Cartwright with knife-edge chop! Carter with a backhand chop! Cartwright with a chop! Carter! Cartwright! the two men trade blows as the fans rise to their feet! Each shot sends a mist of sweat into the air, we can almost see hand prints on each man's torso, but neither will let up! Finally Dez seems to be getting the advantage, as he lands one huge chop! Cartwright staggers, rears back to land his own chop... but instead thumbs Carter in the eye!
PERFECT UPPERCUT!
Carter goes down, Cartwright covers! One.. two.. Carter kicks out! Cartwright drags Carter over to his corner and tags in Casino. Casino is quick to take advantage, as he hauls Carter up, and hits him with a double underhook backbreaker. Carter writhes in pain, and Ravager tries to reach in to tag his partner. Casino grabs Carter by the leg and hauls him back, yelling at Ravager "You've had all the time in the ring you're getting this match!" Casino goes for a figure four leg lock, but as he tries to apply it, Dez gets a boot free and kicks Casino off, sending him into the corner, where Ravager is waiting. Ravager grabs Casino by the hair and peppers his forehead with punches! Cartwright is in to make the save... Carter grabs Cartwright's ankle, tripping him, and knocking down Kiebiech! Ravager uses the moment to headbutt Casino! Casino goes down, Kiebiech gets himself untangled from Carter and Cartwright, and admonishes Ravager, who raises his hands in a "I'm not doing anything" gesture. Casino is hot, yelling at Ravager, who just smirks. Casino turns around and gets rolled up by Carter! One... two... Casino kicks out! He springs to his feet, and nails a rising Carter with a superkick! And now he goes for a cover! One... Kiebiech is barely down to make the count before Ravager is in to boot Casino in the head and break up the count!
Casino is livid now, but Ravager obediently goes back to his corner and holds the tag rope, giving and innocent look at Casino. Casino takes a deep breath, then drag Carter back to his corner, where he tags in Cartwright. Evan goes to the top rope, and comes off with a double axe handle across the exposed back of Carter. Carter is doubled over in pain, and Cartwright capitalizes with a Sambo Suplex! Carter is down, and Cartwright goes to the second rope, coming back with an elbow drop across the throat of Dez! A cover! One... again Ravager is in before the count can be made! Cartwright looks to Kiebiech who seems exasperated with Ravager. Ravager grabs hold of the tag rope and says "If you want to do something about it, let me tag in". Cartwright smirks at this, then turns back to Carter, who is almost to his feet. Cartwright with a Japanese Armdrag, taking Dez back down. He tries to lock on a Fujiwara armbar, but Dez manages to fight out of it. Cartwright gets a body scissors and rolls Carter back to the center of the ring. He lands some forearm shots to the neck of Carter, then tries once more to lock on the armbar. Dez rolls Cartwright over and gets his leg on the bottom rope, forcing the break. Cartwright gets a waist lock on Dez, which he turns into a German Suplex, dropping him near the turnbuckles, where Casino is waiting, arm outstretched. Cartwright tags Casino in! Casino to the top rope, and he comes off with a flying elbow! And he covers! Cartwright stands ready to cut Ravager off! One! Two! Carter gets a shoulder up!
BILL HEWSON: Casino and Cartwright doing what they promised, cutting the ring off from Ravager. But I don't think they counted on Dez Carter being so resilient!
JACK JONES: I know I didn't. (half mumbles, half sobs) They're going to take my thumbs...
Casino drags Carter to his feet, then nails him with a standing dropkick! Carter is knocked out of the ring and to the floor! Cartwright pounces on his fallen opponent, as Casino tries to goad Ravager into the ring. Kiebiech warns Ravager to stay where he is, while Ravager tries to let Kiebiech know that Cartwright just sent Dez into the guard rail! Casino manages to sneak in a slap to the face of Ravager, and that finally sets Ravager off, as he climbs into the ring and goes after Casino! Kiebiech tries to hold Ravager back, as Cartwright holds Dez in place for Casino to hit a baseball slide! Carter sent back into the guard rail! And now Casino is on the outside with Cartwright, and the two of them haul Carter off the rail, and then throw him back into it! Carter sinks to the floor, clutching at his lower back. The champs lay in with boots as half the arena cheers for them, and half boo. Ravager is furious, but he knows he can't risk a DQ. He goes back to his corner, and Kiebiech turns around to see Casino and Cartwright gently rolling Carter back into the ring. Casino slides in and hits a Northern Lights suplex for a cover! One... two... Carter gets a foot on the ropes! Casino does not argue this time, only rolls his eyes as he reaches out to tag in Cartwright. Evan springs into the ring, dropping a fist across the forehead of Carter! He lifts Carter up, going for a wheelbarrow suplex...
BILL HEWSON: He's going for the Cartwheel! If he hits this it's over!
Cartwright tries to slam him down, but Dez wraps his arms around Cartwright's waist, and gets a sunset flip! Kiebiech goes to count the pin, but Carter grabs the foot and goes for an ankle lock on Cartwright! Cartwright is surprised, and now in pain as Carter wrenches back with all his might. Cartwright tries to reach for the ropes, but Carter boots Evan in the face a few times to get that thought out of his head. Cartwright tries to roll out of the hold, but Carter is feeling the adrenaline, the cheers of the fans, and the shouts of encouragement from Ravager and Asuka! Cartwright is mere inches away from the ropes, but Dez is torquing back on the ankle, and the champ may have no choice but to tap! ... No, there's the third option, as Casino comes in and boots Carter in the head, causing him to break the hold. Ravager looks annoyed, but really, he can't complain. Both men are down in the ring, and need a tag. Cartwright is closer, and he reaches out to tag Casino! Carter is an arms length away from Ravager. Casino races over to cut Carter off! He knees Carter in the back...
and that knocks Carter into his corner, where Ravager is more than happy to tag in.
Casino says something not fit for family viewing as Ravager steps through the ropes and charges Casino. Casino with a punch, which Ravager blocks. Ravager with a headbutt! Casino does not block it (unless he tried to block it with his face, which really, is not good strategy). Ravager has an evil look in his eye, as he grabs Casino by the hair and lays in with rapid fire headbutts, and the fans count along! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Casino slumps down, Ravager hauls him back up - Casino played possum, chopping Ravager hard, then whipping him into the ropes! Ravager ducks Casino's clothesline, then comes back with a charging headbutt! Casino goes down! Cartwright is in, and he gets a clothesline for his trouble! Casino staggers back up! Ravager to the ropes, he comes back with a lariat! Casino turned inside out, but also knocked to the floor! Ravager follows his old enemy to the floor, as Carter is in to battle with Cartwright! Casino climbs into the crowd, but Ravager is in hot pursuit! The two men trade punches among the fans, who don't seem to know who to cheer for! Cartwright whips Carter into the ropes, and goes for a roaring elbow! Carter ducks, hits the opposite ropes, and goes for a roaring elbow of his own! Cartwright ducks that one. Cartwright tries to catch Carter on the rebound, Carter gets the same idea, and both men go for the roaring elbow! Their forearms collide, and both men look to be in pain. Meanwhile, Casino has managed to whip Ravager over the guard rail and back to ringside. He climbs over the railing, and goes to ram Ravager into the ring post! Ravager blocks, elbows Casino in the gut, then rams Casino head first into the post! Casino drops to one knee, and Ravager hauls him back up and whips him into the ring. He slides in, ducks a wild punch from Casino, slips behind and locks on the Kata-Hajime!
BILL HEWSON: This is the move he used to beat Casino last time! Will it score him the tag titles?
Ravager pulls Casino to the mat, then locks his legs around Casino keeping him from moving anywhere! Ravager makes sure his shoulders are off the mat, then cinches in the hold, trying to take all the air out of Casino! Cartwright tries to break the hold up, but Carter drops him with a Dragon Suplex! Ravager choking Casino out with all his might! Kiebiech still trying to get Carter and Cartwright out of the ring, first getting Carter to got to his corner! Carter tells him to keep an eye on the action, as Cartwright dives over to break up the hold, much to the dismay of the crowd. Carter is beside himself, as he saw the tag titles slip from their grasp. Kiebiech turns around to see Cartwright back in his corner, and Casino and Ravager stirring. Ravager is up first, and he gets the full nelson on Casino... LAST RESORT! He bridges for the cover! One!! Two!! Three!!
NO REF TO COUNT THE PIN!
Kiebiech is in the corner arguing with Cartwright as the fans go nuts! Carter and Asuka yell at Kiebiech to turn around! He finally does, and Kiebiech races over to count! ONE!! TWO!! -
CASINO KICKS OUT!! Ravager looks like he's ready to kill someone at this point. He pulls Casino off the mat, gestures towards the corner, and yells out "Instant Karma", which gets a pop from the fans. He starts to drag Casino towards the turnbuckles... Casino with a handful of Ravager's trunks, slingshots him into the turnbuckles! Ravager smacks his head against the top turnbuckle, knocking him silly. Carter quickly tags in, and goes for Casino who has used the break to drag himself over to Cartwright! Evan tags in, and he and Dez meet center ring and trade thunderous European Uppercuts! Back and forth, neither man going down! Ravager realizes that he got tagged out, turns around to see what's going on...
SUPERKICK FROM CASINO! Ravager knocked out of the ring to the floor! Asuka checks on him, but Dez is too engrossed in his fight with Cartwright to notice Casino coming up from behind! Carter goes for one more Uppercut. Evan backs out of the way! Carter stumbles forward, Cartwright hits the ropes and comes back with a roaring elbow! Carter falls backwards, but before he hits the mat, Casino catches him and hooks the arms for BANKRUPT! Cartwright to the top rope... MISSISSIPPI PLUNGE! The Somersault Leg drop! He covers!
ONE!!
Ravager is on his feet, having been helped by Asuka! He crawls back into the ring!
TWO!!
He dives to break up the count, but Casino catches him with a dropkick, knocking him out of the ring!
THREE!!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, and STILL NAPW Tag Team Champions: EVAN CARTWRIGHT and CHRIS CASINO!!
Casino smiles like he just won every gold medal at the Olympics. Cartwright has a satisfied look on his face as he takes back his title belt. Carter is barely moving. Ravager is pulling himself off the floor, only to see Casino and Cartwright holding the tag titles high for all to see. And to the delight of the fans. All he can do is shake his head. He climbs back into the ring to check on his partner, but the attention is all on the champs.
Casino and Cartwright: Still golden.
-INTERMISSION-
"Cocky" by Kid Rock hits the speakers of the Polish Hall and the crowd erupts as "The Show" Chad Kurtis walks out from behind curtain. Chad makes his way to the ring, a pillar of confidence.
BILL HEWSON: "The Show" looks ready for this match up Jack!
JACK JONES: He better be Bill, cause he is going head to head with one of the toughest, roughest men the NAPW has to offer!
FRANK WARBURTON: On his way to the ring hailing from Paducah, Kentucky weighting in at two hundred and thirty pounds..."THE SHOW" CHAD KURTIS!
Chad climbs into the ring and hits the corner. The crowd erupts again as "The Show" shows off his muscular body.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent...
"The Alcoholik" by Superjoint Ritual rocks the airwaves and as if on cue, the roar of boos begin. Krusty Kid Paul makes his way down to the ring, eyes locked on Kurtis.
BILL HEWSON: This match is going to be intense Jack! Both men are itching for a shot at the NAPW World Title and whoever walks out with the "W" here will get it!
JACK JONES: While I'm sure that you're rooting for "The Show", I'm cheering for KKP all the way! Paul would be the best Champion this promotion has ever seen!
BILL HEWSON: You can't be serious Jack...
FRANK WARBURTON: From Kitchener, Ontario weighting in at two hundred and forty pounds...KRUSTY KID PAUL!!
JACK JONES: I sure am Bill! What would be wrong with Krusty Kid Paul as NAPW World Champion?
BILL HEWSON: You've seen Paul before right?
JACK JONES: Yes...And?
BILL HEWSON: Never mind Jack, this one is about to get underway!
The bell rings and the two competitors both move to the center of the squared circle. Both KKP and Kurtis are talking trash in the middle of the ring. Nose to nose now, these two NAPW superstars are yelling at one another. Finally Chad backs away from Paul and turns to the crowd, motioning that KKP's breath is hard to stand. The crowd reacts with laughter and Krusty Kid Paul reacts with a huge boot to the face of "The Last "Action" Hero"...
CRACK!
BILL HEWSON: Ohhh...Nasty kick to the face of Kurtis to get this started!!
JACK JONES: And looks like Paul is not about to back down!
KKP advances on the stunned Kurtis and spins him around. Right! Left! Right!! Left!! RIGHT! LEFT! Krusty Kid Paul continuing his vicious attack with a stiff knee. With Chad buckled over, Paul bounces off the ropes and drops "The True PTPer" to the mat with a hard Running DDT!! KKP with the quick cover! John Sharplin with the count!
One!
Two!!
Kickout!
BILL HEWSON: A good start for Krusty Kid Paul but, it was not enough to keep "The Show" down!
JACK JONES: Not yet Hewson but, Paul is well on his way to victory here and another shot at the NAPW World Title!
KKP is back to his feet and with a hand full of hair, brings Kurtis to a stand position also. Sharplin warns Paul about the hair pull but KKP pays no attention. Paul leans back ready to connect with another closed fist but, it's blocked! "The Show throws a fist of his own and it connects! Chad forces KKP to the ropes then Irish Whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Kurtis with the clothesline, ducked by KKP!! Paul rebounds, Leapfrog over "The Show". KKP again off the ropes, PERFECT DROP KICK by Chad drops the running Paul to the mat! Kurtis quick to follow up pulls Paul to his feet and locks his hands around the waist of KKP...
BILL HEWSON: Kurtis has KKP is a precarious position here...
GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS!
BILL HEWSON: Chad hasn't let go!
SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS!!
JACK JONES: Not another!!
THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS!
BILL HEWSON: Now he lets go!!
KKP is folded in half by the Release German. A cocky smile comes across the face of "The Superstar". KKP is moving on the mat but, barely. Paul slowly makes his way to the ropes as "The Show" watches him like a hawk, ready to pounce. Kurtis hits the ropes and as KKP finally makes it to his feet; he gets clotheslined over the top! "The Show" is showboating for the crowd and they love it! Cheers and hollers fill the Polish Hall.
JACK JONES: See, this is why I don't like Kurtis!
BILL HEWSON: Posing and showboating are not my style but, they seem to work great for "The Show"!
Kurtis turns his attention from the crowd to KKP who, once again, is making his way to his feet. Chad off the ropes and flies!!
SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!
CONNECTS!!
NOPE...
Krusty Kid Paul side steps the flying Kurtis and helps his face into the announcer's table!
JACK JONES: Seeing Kurtis's face smash into our table is one of the greatest things I've seen in awhile!
BILL HEWSON: My God...
KKP is back up and delivers another crushing boot to the side of Chad's head! Kurtis slides off the announcer's table and hits the floor. Paul is quick to mount "The Show" and reintroduces him to his hard fist. Paul rolls off Kurtis and raises his fist in the air to a round of boos. KKP pulls Chad to his feet and whips him into the steel ring steps!
CLANK!!
BILL HEWSON: KKP will take advantage of whatever foreign objects he can!
JACK JONES: Can you blame him Hewson?! A shot at the NAPW Title is on the line here!
Krusty Kid Paul is up on the ring apron and squaring up the downed Kurtis. Paul runs, and then jumps...DOUBLE KNEE DROP TO THE GUT OF "THE SHOW"!! The air shoots out of Kurtis who is rolling around on the ground. KKP also felt the impact of the attack and is slow to get back to his feet but, he does. Paul follows up with some heavy boots to the already damaged ribs of "The Show"; each one taking its toile. Krusty Kid Paul crawls back into the ring...
BILL HEWSON: What is Paul up to here?
JACK JONES: Hewson, how long have you been involved in wrestling? KKP is looking for the count out victory here and he is likely to get it!
John Sharplin counts...
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!
FOUR!!
FIVE!!!
"The Show" starts to stir on the outside, fighting with all he has to make it to his feet.
SIX!!
SEVEN!!!
BILL HEWSON: Kurtis is on his feet, he's going to get back in!
EIGHT!!!!
JACK JONES: Not a chance! KKP's attack was too vicious!
NINE!!!
Krusty Kid Paul has waited enough and is not about to chance Kurtis getting back into the ring. He runs again and connects again with a Baseball Slide! The referee is forced to break off the count, yelling at Paul to bring it in the ring. Chad is down again and but Paul wastes no time getting him back to his feet. Irish whip, this time to the post, FACE MEETS STEEL!! KKP looking to end it here lines "The Show" up again. BIG BOOT!! No!! Kurtis moves and Paul's nuts crash into the post! Both men are down and no one is moving. The referee starts to count again.
BILL HEWSON: This would be a shame if this match ended in a double count out!
JACK JONES: For once I agree with you Hewson!
Not to worry gentlemen, that is not about to happen this time. At the count of eight both men are back to their feet. Kurtis rushes KKP with his armed extended for a stiff clothesline but, this time Paul ducks, and locks his arms around the waist. KKP is looking for the Bottle Opener but, Chad is quick to throw a back elbow to the face of Paul, followed by another! Krusty Kid Paul staggers and Kurtis rolls him back into the ring.
BILL HEWSON: Finally we got this match back in the ring!
Now, Kurtis is making his move. As KKP makes his way to feet, "The Show" is quick to drop him again with a Rocket Dropper! No hesitation from Chad, STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! Followed by the pin...
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
Kurtis doesn't even consider pondering the count and pulls KKP to his feet. Chad tucks Paul's head between his legs and signs to the crowd that is it time for the CK Finale! The crowd agrees but, Krusty Kid Paul does not! Back Body Drop by KKP puts Chad on the floor and a quick Elbow Drop connects!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
Paul shakes his head but, returns to his attack. The two superstars lock up and struggle for control. KKP comes out on top and wrenches the arm of Kurtis behind his back. Paul pushes "The Show" to the ropes and catches him with a vicious elbow to the back of the head. Kurtis bends over and KKP grabs him for the KRUSTY BOMB! Kurtis is high in the air and moves toward the center of the ring - Kurtis punches KKP in the face! Paul stumbles; staggering in the middle of the ring! Another shot from "The Show" and Krusty Kid Paul falls to the mat, Chad on top and he grabs the feet of KKP for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...!
NO!!
KICKOUT!!
Kurtis rolls backwards and springs to his feet and KKP is quick to do the same!! Both men rush one another Double Flying Cross Body! Chad and Paul are back to their feet but a sweep by KKP quickly ends that. Kurtis is surprised by the move and Krusty Kid Paul takes advantage; picking him up and sending him to the corner. KKP follows quickly but, Kurtis leaps over the rushing Paul and drops him to the mat with a Neck Breaker! NO! Paul holds the top rope and Chad crashes into the mat! Now, KKP is going to the top!
BILL HEWSON: Not a normal place for KKP to be...
JACK JONES: Pulling out all stops to get the win here!
Krusty Kid Paul looking to repeat his Double Knee Drop from earlier. KKP Flies!
.
..
...
Kurtis rolls! Paul's two knees collide hard with the mat! "The Show" moves in to take advantage and locks a Knee Lock on the downed Paul. KKP is in obvious pain but, by no means is ready to give up! Chad wrenches the knees of his opponent and KKP raises his hand above the mat...
BILL HEWSON: The impact from the top was too much for Krusty Kid Paul! "The Show" has him here!
KKP fighting with all he has to make it to the ropes.
JACK JONES: Come on Paul! Get those ropes!
KKP does just that and Kurtis has no choice but to break the hold. But, "The Show" grabs Paul and pulls him to the middle of the ring. Chad now knows that KKP's knees are his weak point and he is going to exploit that. Kurtis moves to lock on a Figure Four Leg Lock but, a kick from KKP sends "The Show" to the corner again. Paul is back to his feet, CHARGES IN WITH A SPLASH--- Nobody home! KKP hits turnbuckle, The Show is behind him! He wraps his hands around KKP's waist, and OH MY GOD! WHAT A GERMAN SUPLEX! The Show dumps KKP on his head and holds on, trying to bridge up for the cover! Paul's shoulders are down! Wait a minute, Chad is exhausted, he can't get HIS shoulders off the canvas! But the referee is counting!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BILL HEWSON: What?!
JACK JONES: Krusty Kid Paul wins!!
BILL HEWSON: I don't know about that Jack from where I'm looking "The Show" has got the win here!
JACK JONES: Well, it looks like Sharplin is talking it over with Frank over there. He looks just as confused as we do...
After a quick explanation from John Sharplin, Frank Warburton steps into the ring. Both Krusty Kid Paul and "The Show" Chad Kurtis have no idea what happened here. Warburton explains...
FRANK WARBURTON: Referee John Sharplin has given me his decision on the match. When the three count was made both men's shoulders were on the mat. So, this match has been ruled...A DRAW!!
The fans boo John Sharplin's decision and neither Paul nor Chad is happy with it either.
BILL HEWSON: Well, we have a draw here Jack...
JACK JONES: So, who's the number one contender for the NAPW World Title?
***DVD EXTRA*** Backstage at The Polish Hall. Ravager walks out of the locker room. He's showered, in his street clothes, and looking to leave. He's not in a good mood right now. And there's only one thing that's going to stop him from exiting the building.
KRENSHOV: Leaving?
RAVAGER: I need to get some air.
KRENSHOV: You need more than that.
RAVAGER: Look, we lost. We had our shot, and we lost. Sticking around for the rest of the show won't change that. And what are you doing here? I thought Brandon told you to stay home?
KRENSHOV: I talked him into letting me come in. I told him I wanted to explain myself to Dez and to the fans.
Ravager looks at Krenshov for a second.
RAVAGER: You think Dez will listen? After everything that happened last week...
KRENSHOV: We've all had a week to think things through. I'm thinking clearly. I know you're thinking clearly now. And Dez will be too. He'll listen. I may need you to help get the point across...
Ravager nods.
RAVAGER: It's what's best for the team. I'll stick around.
KRENSHOV nods and heads off towards the ring entrance. Ravager heads back to the locker room to find Dez. And unknown to both men, RAVANGER emerges from behind a stack of chairs and follows KRENSHOV to ringside...
JACK JONES: And all was well until I realized I had dialed my Grandma by mistake.
BILL HEWSON: WHY WOULD YOU EVER REVEAL THAT TO ANYONE?!
JACK JONES: I want people to learn from my mistakes.
"AND I AM FINALLY FREE!"
A mixed reaction from the crowd, partly because they're surprised Krenshov is here, and partly because they're not sure what to make of him after last week. He looks deadly serious as he makes his way to the ring. He's focused on something, but what, we won't know for a little while.
BILL HEWSON: KRENSHOV making his way to the ring, and --- wait a minute! Somebody just jumped KRENSHOV from behind!
JACK JONES: Is that one of those "Young Leons" dipsticks? What the hell is he doing out here?
RAVANGER rushes out from the curtains and tries to jump Krenshov!
BILL HEWSON: Ravager told the Young Leons that they would have to make an impact their own way. But I don't think this is the way to do it!
JACK JONES: I know this is not the way to do it! If you have to jump someone, why Krenshov?
Krenshov barely seems to notice the shots to the back. He slowly turns around to see who's attacking. RAVANGER keeps delivering shots to the chest of Krenshov, but sees the effect (or complete lack thereof) he's having, and stops. Krenshov stares a hole through RAVANGER, who gulps and turns to walk away.
Krenshov grabs him by the collar and drags him towards the ring. RAVANGER tries to flail and free himself, but Krenshov has a death grip. He unloads a hard right to the face of RAVANGER, then whips him into the ring barrier! RAVANGER stumbles forward, and gets nailed with a big boot! He hits the ground, but Krenshov does not look done. He grabs RAVANGER's legs and hoists him up in a giant swing, smacking him head first into the guard rail! RAVANGER starts to bleed from his forehead, but Krenshov grabs the legs again, and swings him again, but this time he swings him into the ringpost! A sickening thud as RAVANGER's hip crashes into the ring post, and a stunned silence from the crowd. The other members of the Young Leons, Flippy McHighspot and Johnny the Mormon Love Machine are out to tend to their fallen comrade. Dez Carter is out as well, along with Asuka Katsuragi. Krenshov sees them coming, and kind of rolls his eyes. Dez is angry right now. The fans on the floor get a good listen at their words, those in the bleachers will have to wait for the DVD to hear the conversation:
DEZ CARTER: What is wrong with you?
KRENSHOV: He attacked me!
DEZ CARTER: But there was no reason to take it this far!
KRENSHOV: I CAME OUT HERE TO APOLOGIZE, NOT TO GET ATTACKED! AND NOT TO GET LECTURED BY YOU!
DEZ CARTER: You need to stop yelling at me right now!
KRENSHOV: You need to get out of my face!
ASUKA KATSURAGI: (trying to step between them) Hey ---!
KRENSHOV: (sticking his finger in Asuka's face) Stay out of this...
Dez smacks Krenshov's finger out of Asuka's face. Krenshov takes a deep breath...
And punches Dez! Dez fires back with several palm strikes, which have an effect but don't stop the big monster! Both men trade blows, but Krenshov is going to win any fist fight! He gets the upper hand and rolls Dez into the ring. He grabs a chair from ringside and tosses it into the ring, then slides in. Dez meets him with a roaring elbow! Krenshov momentarily stunned. Dez tries to fire off a series of forearms to the chest, but Krenshov pushes him off. Dez hits the mat, but springs up quickly, only to be taken down by a big boot! And now Krenshov grabs the chair! He looks ready to cave in Dez's skull... Asuka grabs the chair! And Krenshov slowly turns to see who's mad enough to try and stop him. Asuka tries not to look intimidated, but it's hard for ANYONE not to when Krenshov is involved. Krenshov lets go of the chair and grabs Asuka by the throat, looking for a Total Eclipse!
BILL HEWSON: Damn it Kenny, no!
Ravager charges the ring before any damage can be done! Krenshov lets go of Asuka when he sees Ravager approaching, and steps out of the ring. Ravager slides in and checks to make sure Asuka is okay. He then goes and helps Dez up. He makes sure Dez is okay, then turns to Krenshov.
RAVAGER: (yelling) What the Hell is this Kenny?
BILL HEWSON: Ravager trying to salvage the situation, but I think this alliance is over.
RAVAGER: What were you doing? (pause) You were supposed to wait for me.
JACK JONES: What?
And then Ravager turns and lariats Dez.
The collective gasp from the crowd seems to shock even him. But soon he's back to looking down on his fallen partner. Krenshov climbs back into the ring. He has a mic, and he hands it to Ravager. Asuka overcomes her shock and tries to help, but Krenshov hooks her around the waist and carries her to the corner turnbuckle, where he uses his weight to keep her out of the way. Ravager has a strange look on his face, and seemingly a lot to say.
RAVAGER: I'm sorry Dez. I really am. I'm sorry it had to end like this. But you see, I've discovered a lot about myself these last few months, ever since I came back. I thought it would be like it was last year. With me at the top of the NAPW. I mean, after everything I've done for almost three years. Proudly spreading the word of NAPW everywhere I wrestled. Wrestling in more matches for this company than anyone else. I thought they'd want me back. But no. They made me crawl. They made me look for every loophole possible. And I thought I had it at Sole Survivor. I should have won that night, but the NAPW brass had different ideas. One little letter ruined my whole night. They let a man back after they fired him. He didn't quit. He didn't just walk away. THEY FIRED HIM.
And they brought him back.
Me? The longest reigning NAPW champion of all time? They make me jump through hoop after hoop until finally I got my spot back. And then they tell me that I should try a tag team. That I could have any partner I wanted. That I could go for the Triple Crown. That it would be best for the NAPW if I did this. So I did what was best for the NAPW. I'll admit, my ego convinced me it was best to go for the Triple Crown, when really, I should have been focused on getting back the title that I took to new and greater heights than anyone else will ever hope to. But instead I get a list of wrestlers to choose from. Any one of them would have given their left nut to ride my coat tails. This was the greatest gift to any wrestler in NAPW. And I chose you, Dez. Because you're one of the best wrestlers in the company, and also because you had a lot to prove. I thought I could help you Dez. Hell, I thought I could save your career. But instead, here we are. One win as a tag team. You've taken the greatest gift I could give you and you squandered it! We bring in Krenshov, another wrestler who looked to hit new heights, only to be held back. No rematch for the World title. No real punishment for the men who attacked his knee. The three of us could have run this place. But look at who keeps losing the match. Our team seems to be doomed to fail because you're not willing to go to the lengths that Krenshov is. Or that I used to before all... this.
Ravager pauses and takes in the crowd response. The shock is over, the fans are mad now...
RAVAGER: You think you guys are mad? I'm being treated as a (BLEEP) joke by the other wrestlers! They think I've gone soft! They talk about how far I've fallen. And I brushed it off until the night they put me against That Damn Guy. Some flunky barely out of the backyard manages an NAPW match, and they put me against him? That's when I realized nobody sees me as the top guy anymore. I win Aerial Assault. I beat a World Champion and the number one contender, and they don't even see fit to announce me as the winner. People don't care like they used to. The intimidation is gone. So I have to make them care again. And I can't do that with you holding me back, Dez. I can't do that trying to appease the fans every moment. I walk on tip toes, trying not to offend or be too harsh. And what happens? You cheer a guy who has done nothing but insult you. Mock your country. Hell, he even mocked the family of a suicide victim. You cheer him when he faces the man who has done nothing but sacrifice for each and every one of you bastards! Here I thought I was being respected by being honorable, but really, I was just being weak. And I can't be weak anymore. Not if I want to be a success again.
Dez is trying to regain his feet. Ravager hits him with a stiff headbutt, then clobbers him with the mic. Dez tries to fight back, but gets a boot to the skull for his troubles. Ravager grabs one of the chairs, lifts it high above his head, then brings it down across Dez's back. Dez contorts in pain, and all Ravager does is hit him again.
RAVAGER: It's time for a change. For too long I've tried to be something I'm not. I can't do it anymore.
You want a role model? Not my job.
You want a hero? You won't find them in this business.
You want a savior?
Ravager smirks. It's a humorless smirk. He doesn't look bitter. Or angry. Just focused. More so than usual.
RAVAGER: I'm not Jesus. Look to him for salvation. Look to me when you want someone broken. Look to Krenshov when you want someone destroyed. Look to us both if you want complete and utter Armageddon. We're taking back our rightful spots at the top of the NAPW. And pray for the souls of anyone foolish enough to get in our way.
Ravager hoists Dez up and hooks him in a full nelson, then slams him down hard with the Last Resort! He then sets up the chair in the center of the ring. Krenshov moves out of the corner and drags Dez off the mat. Asuka is only free for a moment, as Ravager grabs her and keeps her from stopping Krenshov, who nails Dez with Total Eclipse across the chair! Dez is hurt, and the fans are littering the ring with debris. Ravager lets Asuka go so she can check on Dez. Ravager and Krenshov exit the ring. Krenshov looks at one of the cameras and smiles an evil smile.
KRENSHOV: Now's the time. People are going to get hurt!
Ravager just smirks as he looks back on the carnage in the ring, and the fan response. He and Krenshov make their way to the back as officials check on Dez Carter.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest will be fought under PURE HONOR RULES! It is for the NAPW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
JACK JONES: Do you know that Frank wears a toupee?
BILL HEWSON: Does not.
JACK JONES: Yep, and the crazy thing is, he isn't balding, he shaves his head to be a competitive swimmer, but doesn't like the look outside the pool.
BILL HEWSON: I've seen the man literally spend a half hour fixing it before the show. Combing it and everything.
JACK JONES: A great performance that is worthy of a Genie Award, but all a big show, he has no real hair up there. The man is a cue ball.
Bill curiously looks at Frank Warburton with bit more curiosity than before.
SURPRISE YOUR DEAD!
Heritage title over his shoulder, sunglasses fixed on his ugly mug. He walks to the ring, ready to become the king of the NAPW, no longer content with being second best. Hell he has never been content with it, but tonight it may well be his last shot. Jake Phoenix is the man described, and as the boos rain down like confetti at parade, it doesn't bother him at all. Those guys don't count. No one counts in the mind of Jake Phoenix, except for Jake Phoenix.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred ninety pounds. He is wrestling out of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He is the current reigning NAPW Heritage champion. He is a former NAPW Tag champion and a former REBEL World Champion. He is the MURDER CITY DEVIL, JAKE PHOENIX!
BILL HEWSON: This man is super ready from what I hear. But who can stop Lloyd Rees, who is on such a roll.
JACK JONES: Jake Phoenix, that's who. This is it tonight, new champion, one we can understand when he talks!
The Black Keys begin to play and the roof nearly blows off the arena. LDK emerges from the back, World title fastened around his nicely toned mid section. He slaps hands with the adoring fans, and then locks eyes with the Devil, the Murder City Devil. He enters the ring, and looks stone cold. This is going to be epic, a goose bump match.
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent. He weighs in tonight at two hundred forty five pounds. He is from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland. He is the current reigning, defending NAPW Champion of the World. He is the EAST COAST SENSATION, THE TECHNICAL TERROR... L! D! K! LLOYD REES!
JACK JONES: Yeah, kiss that belt good bye! A Devil shall take it tonight!
BILL HEWSON: Not if Lloyd Rees continues his hot streak. He just beat Sebastien Martyr last week, has been unstoppable for several months. This is his world. You just live in it Jack!
JACK JONES: His world is going to get dumped upside down tonight!
John Sharplin calls for the bell, and the World title match is underway. Jake cracks his knuckles and looks ready to go. Lloyd Rees, does a stretch real quick, and looks equally ready to go. "LDK" chants shake the arena and Jake looks unimpressed. The two champions meet in the center, the eight inches of height difference is noticed right away, as it was in the first two matches the guys had. Pure honor rules, so they shake hands. Jake didn't seem happy about showing that type respect toward Rees. Rees and Jake look at each other, and SLAP FROM JAKE. Rees automatically retaliates with Right hand... closed right hand, and is admonished with a verbal warning. Next time, it'll be a rope break. Jake smiles and clotheslines Rees down, as Rees was discussing the warning. Elbow drop lands next on Rees. Jake covers quickly. ONE! TWO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! Jake smiles once again, a smirky evil smile.
FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd Rees has used one rope break, TWO remaining!
BILL HEWSON: A very smart move by Jake Phoenix. He is trying to take away the advantage that most feel Rees has.
JACK JONES: A World champion caliber thought process being utilized by Jake.
Jake gets up and lets Rees get up. Jake charges at Rees, Rees ducking it however and Jake's on the ropes. Rees turns around and tries to clothesline the big man over. He doesn't get him over. He backs up, charges and BOTH MEN go over the top rope. They crash in a heap, Rees landing partially on the near three hundred pound Phoenix. John Sharplin is right on it with the count. They have a twenty count rather than the standard ten. Rees is up first and lays in some boots to the big man. The count reaches five. Jake gets up after Rees returns to the ring. Jake takes a breather on the outside. He has a twelve count to get back in, and smartly uses it. Rees seems very unsatisfied with that. Rees goes for a baseball slide on Jake Phoenix who is talking trash to the front row. Jake turns around just in time, backs up, then pulls Rees out. REES LANDS HARD ON THE FLOOR! Jake picks up Rees, putting him in the ring. Jake enters, looking extra devious. He gets down on the mat, and into Rees' face. Rees gets his faced bashed with several elbow shots. Phoenix takes his forearm and rakes the Rees nose with it.
BILL HEWSON: Jake Phoenix is trying to punish Rees right now. All Jake so far.
JACK JONES: Once you learn to listen to me, everything in your life will be better.
Jake gets up, and grabs up Rees by his hair. He is warned about hair pulling. He Irish Whips the World Champ into the corner. He follows it with a big splash... REES DROPS DOWN. Jake hits hard, and might have knocked the wind from his own self. Rees is over quickly and begins work on the knees. He drops down a knee onto the leg of Phoenix. Rees pulls the him by the leg, and sets it on the middle rope. He straddles the leg, leaps up in the air, and crashes down on it. Jake pulls away, in a lot of discomfort from the move. Jake tries to get up and keep a stable base. Jake throws a charging Rees into the corner. Forearms and elbows from the Heritage champ, rock "LDK". Jake spits in the face of Rees, which earns a straight right from the "East Coast Sensation". Sharplin yells something towards Rees and then to Frank Warburton. Jake charges a shoulder into the midsection of Rees.
FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd has used up TWO ropes breaks, one remaining!
JACK JONES: A marvelous strategy being used today. Jake is outsmarting the "Technical Terror".
The crowd boos big time at that announcement. Another shoulder into the midsection of Lloyd Rees. Jake is trying to bust Rees up in the insides, WITHOUT, using soup bones to do it. "The Murder City Devil" is walking tall in Edmonton, Alberta tonight! Rees is slump down in the corner. Jake backs up, and charges in with a big knee. Rees MOVES! The knee hits the turnbuckle, and Jake hobbles, trying to keep his vertical base. Rees gets up, and kicks the leg of Jake. Jake, almost goes down. Rees kicks again, but Jake avoids it. Rees shoots on him, Jake gets taken down. The wrestling prowess of Rees is showing now, and Jake's lack of wrestling prowess is showing as well. Rees goes for the legs but is elbowed in the head as Jake sits up. A soup bone style punch lands on Rees' jaw. A verbal warning is issued, but Jake could care less, he is just trying to avoid a painful submission. Jake takes the back of Lloyd Rees. What's this? A move he has been working on, a Camel clutch... with a full nelson to boot.
BILL HEWSON: Jake Phoenix has him in his new submission.
JACK JONES: This is over, count out Jake's championship winning purse right now! He's going to the pay window that is labeled... WINNER!
Lloyd Rees is close to the ropes. He is fighting tapping out right now, in this unique and very painful submission. The power of Jake is unrelenting. Jake is head butting the back of Rees' head as well. Rees finally gets a good lunge and gets to the ropes. But you know what that means.
FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd has just used his FINAL ROPE BREAK!
The crowd is not happy seeing that. Jake lets go of the move. Rees rolls to the outside. He needs to take the whole twenty count to help recover. Jake isn't going to allow that to happen. He goes outside, as Rees gets up. He runs with a clothesline attempt... DROP TOE HOLD! JAKE'S HEAD HITS THE STEEL STEPS! Rees gets in the ring. The count on Jake is up to five. He hasn't moved yet. Several seconds past as a hard breathing Rees, holds his midsection, laying flat on the mat. Jake stirs at the count of thirteen. Jake is standing at seventeen. He seems to be a bit out of it, but rolls in at the last second. Rees is up though, and double axe handle smashes the big man. Rees clubs the back of Jake with forearm after forearm. Rees is like a rabid pit bull. He's working on the neck, blow after blow. Rees winces when he breathes, probably from the damage done with the shoulder blocks, and also with the full nelson camel clutch. Rees drops several knees on the lower back of Jake Phoenix.
BILL HEWSON: A turn of events now. That outside skirmish has forced Jake into a bad position.
JACK JONES: Damnit! I have a date soon, I thought Phoenix was going to end it quick!
Rees is hooking on the Lance Cove Leglock. He submitted to this move back in May in REBEL, losing the World title of that promotion in the process. Jake gets to the ropes quickly avoiding any real damage to the lower back or knees.
FRANK WARBURTON: Jake Phoenix has used his first rope break, TWO remaining!
The crowd cheers, as the rope break count isn't as one sided anymore. The dominance of Jake was weathered by Rees, and Rees is now trying to gain control. Jake is getting up with help of the ropes. Rees goes to lock up with Rees... GOOZELED!
CHOKESLAM!
COVER!
ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
JACK JONES: How in the hell? (pulling out cell phone) Hello Sweety, Big Jack's gonna be late.
BILL HEWSON: Turn that damn thing off, this is the main event for the World title!
Jake Phoenix almost had it. Somehow, Lloyd dug deep and kept his title reign alive. Jake gets up and goes for a big elbow drop... REES MOVES! The elbow hits hard. Rees wastes little time, he catches Jake with a boot to the head, and FUJIWARA ARMBAR APPLIED! Jake sees the ropes is a good six feet away. Jake is trying to claw with one arm to the ropes. Rees is yanking with all his might. Every second in this hold is pure torture for the six foot nine inch Jake Phoenix. Jake is now just inches away from the rope break. He has his hand out, about to tap! The crowd is chanting for it... TAP, TAP, TAP! That must really motivated Jake, who refuses and lunges for the ropes.
FRANK WARBURTON: Jake Phoenix has used TWO ropes breaks, one remaining!
The crowd pops big time, though some are certainly disappointed that the match didn't end. Jake is holding his arm. Rees? He is salivating like a predator looking at wounded prey. He grabs the legs, pulls Jake to the middle, laces them up, LANCE COVE LEG LOCK AGAIN! Jake is struggling. He reaches back for a leg with his good arm, he tries to break the hold with his legs, and with the combo.. Rees falls forward, hitting his head on the mat. Jake is out, legs still relatively healthy, but still has the bad wing. Rees is definitely knocked loopy it seems. Both men struggle to get a vertical base. Rees is shaking the cobwebs, and turns into a chokeslam... PHOENIX USED THE WRONG ARM, INSTINCTIVELY! Rees is dropped down, Jake turns in pain. Rees sees a shot and takes it... DDT FROM THE DAMN GREEN! Jake Phoenix is covered.
ONE!
TWO!
FOOT ON THE ROPES, FOOT ON THE ROPES!
FRANK WARBURTON: Jake Phoenix uses his final rope break.
JACK JONES: This match has completely turned around. I can't believe Rees overcame that opening barrage.
It's even steven right now, and Rees is up. Jake isn't however. Rees is looking for the Conception Bay Chinlock, but is quickly thrown off. Rees lets, Jake get up and drop kicks his leg. TO ONE KNEE GOES JAKE! DROP KICK TO THE FACE! Rees has Jake down.
ONE!
TWO!
SHOULDER UP!
The match continues, and Jake and Lloyd too, look very groggy. Rees goes to Irish Whip Jake. Jake, heads into the corner. Rees follows him and BIG BOOT! DUCKED UNDER BY REES! Rees avoids the Big Boot. He has Jake's leg, and gets Jake on the top turnbuckle. Jake is still trying to strike with elbows, but Rees is blocking like a mad man. He gets on the second rope, Jake pushes him down. Rees falls back first on the mat. Jake gets up and stands on the top. Top Rope move from Jake? Rees gets up as Jake is gaining his balance. Rees on the second rope, and elbows Jake in the midsection. Rees has Jake in a Front Face Lock. What the hell is he going to do?
BILL HEWSON: He lifts the big man up... WABANA BUSTER OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!
JACK JONES: Holy shit!
Rees lays there for a second and finally turns and gets an arm on top of Jake Phoenix.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner and STILL NAPW WORLD CHAMPION, THE LDK, LLOYD REES!
Rees goes over to the knocked out heap of Jake Phoenix, and shakes his unconscious hand. The crowd is going crazy. This has been one helluva night.
BILL HEWSON: He simply has his number. Jake can't beat Lloyd Rees.
JACK JONES: He can be beat, just has to get this loss out of his head.
BILL HEWSON: That's gonna be tough with all the guys gunning for the Heritage title.
JACK JONES: Lloyd Rees has no easy road neither, with Krusty Kid Paul and Chad Kurtis knocking at the door.
See you next month in Red Deer!
CREDITS:
Trent Daniels vs Masafumi Satake vs The Crusher vs "The Moose" Mark Millar - Jesse
"Bad Boy" Joey Malone & Modo WHOA! vs Prince W. Darko & KBOND - J.P.
Asuka Katsuragi vs Lady Sparks - Troy
D!/Daniels segment - Diego
D! beatdown of Daniels - Aaron
"The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan vs D! - Ben
Chris Casino & Evan Cartwright vs Ravager & Dez Carter - Allan
"The Show" Chad Kurtis vs Krusty Kid Paul - Hussey
Ravager/KRENSHOV/Carter segment - Allan
"LDK" Lloyd Rees vs Jake Phoenix II - Bo