Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 14:07:28 GMT -5
Gus Arnold stood atop of the ramp to welcome the fans to the 3rd Annual Cruiserweight Cup. After the applause subsided, Gus put over the fact that he felt that this was the strongest field from top to bottom in the tournament's three year existence. Gus said that the next set of shows to kick of 2021 will go along way in determining the success of the organization as we head towards unknown territory amidst the pandemic that seems to show no signs of slowing down. Gus reminded the crowd that the winner of the Cruiserweight Cup would take the coveted Trophy home, as well as a championship opportunity against the XHF Jr. Heavyweight Champion on February the 16th.
Gus said that he didn't want to waste anymore time, and that he wanted to let the wrestling superstars from all over the XHF Network take the lead. Gus waved to the fans, before heading back behind the curtain. After a few brief moments of silence, the first match of the night got underway.
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Panning around the arena, we see the decorative banners for the Cruiser Weight Cup hanging proudly, with all the company's logos in between each one. Like hockey arenas sporting their championships, the CWC was thee pinnacle of success for any hungry cruiser weight to make a name for themselves.
However, that action would come later, as the show would begin with the ever budding and talented tag team action that only Northern Pro Wrestling could offer. With teams all around the world coming to Canada to face the best in the business.Cameras caught the signs of many fans who were spread out throughout the arena in clusters, social-distancing, yet vocal as a pack of wolves, howling at the excitement for the first night of the annual Cruiser Weight Cup to begin.
Introduced first would be the brothers, the Evanston Express, David Slater and Sheldon Warren, who were seeking their redemption story. Months ago, they were the team pitted against the experiment of Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester. Since then, they have been nursing bruises and keeping out of sight. However, Gus Arnold saw something in them, and pushed for them to make a showing tonight - highlighting his talent in the opener.
Their opponents, Shawn Kutter, a brawling tough S.O.B. from Philadelphia would enter the ring first. The stature of Shawn Kutter would dwarf many in the NPW roster, and tonight, he would be teaming for the first time with his partner Jonnie Valentine. On the previous aired Northern Pro Does New Years, we saw the two men square off in a fatal four way match. One might ask, would this be an issue for the two, or will they use this as an opportunity to work together and carve their names in the Canadian territories legacy.
Jonnie Valentine and David Slater began the evening’s bout. Slater would take the early advantage, grappling and stretching his Valentine across the ring, working the arm and shoulder. Arm bars and head locks, accompanied by a quick snap suplex that sent Jonnie over and rolling to the outside apron.
Slater would try to shoulder rush Valentine, but the star caught him off guard and kneed him in the head, followed by pulling him to the apron. Setting up the smaller guy between his legs, the fans were chanting Power-bomb, and they got what they wanted. Slater went up, and over, using the ropes, he climbed to the top turnbuckle and kicked Valentine off the apron. Followed by a moonsault to the outside!
Uncharacteristic of the young man who was a technical ground and pound athlete. Pulled out of the way by his partner Kutter, Slater crashed to the outside floor as Valentine was pulled to safety. Kutter and Valentine toss Slater into the ring and Valentine slid in to move him to his team’s corner, tagging in Shawn Kutter.
Kutter displayed a fighting attitude, with hard chops, big boulder forearms, and showing off his height difference with a military press that sent shockwaves through the ring. Slater is toyed with as the big man whipped him across the ropes, allowing a blind tag from Sheldon Warren, only to be big booted and sent rolling to the apron.
Warren shot at Kutter with a double leg take down and wrapped up the big man, evening the odds. Warren spent the better part of his opening moments tying up Kutter and working his leg, to even the odds for the height different. Warren would make one mistake when bringing Kutter to his feet, and being met with a clubbing blow to the head that rocked him back to the corner Valentine was in.
A running splash in the corner lead up by a tag, allowed Valentine to take control and send Warren to the mat with a hard DDT. Unleashing a barrage of blows to the back of Warren’s neck, Valentine was doing a number on his opponent, and not letting up.
Valentine displayed the confidence that lead to him and Kutter being teamed up. Jonnie Valentine was all the guts and seeking glory with his attack on Warren, wearing down the smaller man with suplexes of all variety, going through his arsenal like it was a showcasing.Warren got greedy, and Valentine caught him with an elbow, followed by a hard european uppercut. Using his size advantage, Valentine muscled Warren and kept him in the corner, tenderizing the rib cage with heavy shoulder thrusts and hard blows before delivering a hard short arm clothesline that sent Warren to the canvas.
Valentine rocked Warren with a roundhouse kick. Warren, out of it, rushed Valentine but he delivered a snap powerslam for a near fall.
Warren fought back up to his feet, throwing rights and elbows, working on gaining some momentum. Valentine was shot to the ropes, ducked the clothesline, and delivers a spike reverse DDT! Hooking the legs, Valentine places his full weight on Warren, getting the three count.
Winners: Jonnie Valentine and Shawn Kutter! (11:37) via Reverse DDT
Fans explode with a “Val-En-Tine” chant as the two are shown the respect of arm raises. From behind, we see Sheldon Warren getting a shove on the outside by David Slater. Obvious disappointment in tonight’s showing for the team mates. Valentine took one corner and posed, while Shawn Kutter raised a fist in the ring, nodding at the fans in attendance as he pumped his fist.
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[Day 3.]
[The North American Double Crown.]
['The Only Star' Eric Dane.]
[vs.]
[Joseph Mack.]
[You don't want to miss it.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Entering first was Tyrone Walker, showing up as a Free Agent in the Cruiser Weight Cup, but a legend in his own right. Tyrone Walker was the winner of the 2020 Cruiser Weight Cup, and no stranger to the dance. Tyrone made short work of making his way to the ring, eager to get this one started.
His opponent, Eron Hunter, was known around Northern Pro Wrestling. Having stepped between the ropes and squaring off before, he was still out to show why he was who he said he was. Eron Hunter prided himself on his reputation, and tonight was the first step in reestablishing that hierarchy.
These two established earlier that they were no stranger to a squared circle. Exchanging wrestling hold after wrestling hold, countering the other, and out maneuvering any leverage attempt in the early going. Eron Hunter showed incredible knowledge of using the ring to his advantage. Tyrone Walker displayed speed and agility, focusing his attention on outlasting his opponent. Tyrone displayed the prowess of a veteran, while Hunter appeared worried about his knee, a former injury that was possibly nagging him.
Hunter would be the first to gain the advantage with a snap brainbuster. Walker would not gain his composure as Eron Hunter put on a clinic of offensive moves. Walker reversed a corner irish whip with an over the top, dropkicking Eron in the corner for a short break.
Hunter and Walker exchanged blows, building to a crescendo, where Walker hit a shining wizard, but didn’t get all of it, as he only got a two count. Frustrated, Walker argued with the referee, allowing Hunter the chance to sneak him up with a school boy. Walker kicked out at two. Getting to his feet Hunter would shake his knee, smacking it to regain feeling. Tyrone snuck in a sunset flip from the apron into a near fall. Using his speed his springboarded off the ropes and back elbowed Hunter.
Tyrone Walker rode high for a solid series of quick clotheslines, spinning kicks, and a lariat that hit their mark on Eron Hunter. Tyrone looked like he was full steam ahead. Running at the corner, he went for a monkey flip, but Eron landed on his feet. A helluva kick in the corner followed by a missile drop kick! The tide would not favor him, as momentum built for Eron Hunter. Eron Hunter was on fire, and the paparazzi was flashing bulbs all around ringside. Eron had gained that courage and confidence in himself again, and found his stride. Seeking to execute his game plan finally, he took charge.
Eron Hunter delivered a hellacious tiger driver that rocked Tyrone Walker! However Hunter would not follow up with the cover, and instead ascended the ropes. His hesitation gone, he was ready to fly! Diving from the top rope, the diving head butte planted Walker like a kamikaze pilot hitting a grenade bunker! Hunter bounced off the canvas, and rolled away from Walker.
Hunter exited the ring and looked into the crowd while on the apron. Hunter looked down at his recently injured knee, and then he looked into the crowd once again, as if summoning their energy. Hunter pushed off and took flight and caught Walker crisp with a flying bionic forearm strike that wiped him out clean. Hunter fell right into the same vicinity and draped his arm over Walker, before pulling himself on top and hooking the leg.
Winner: Eron Hunter (8:21) via Flying Forearm
Celebrating with honor, Eron Hunter walked up the ramp, and raised his arms in victory as the crowds chanted “Hunt-Er!” on his exit. Tyrone Walker received a round of applause for his efforts in the bout.
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As the entrances were made, the fans didn't seem to have a favorite between the two non-NPW wrestlers. However, Adrien Cochrane at least went to some effort to drum up support from them, as opposed to Chris Cavanagh, who could graciously be described as 'brusque' and more accurately described as kind of a dick. By the time the bell rang they were firmly on Cochrane's side. And the King of the Dropkick started out by proving how he earned his moniker. Cartwheel out of a wristlock into a dropkick, duck the return lariat with a kip-up into a dropkick that sent Cavanagh bailing. Slingshot dropkick through the rope, skin the cat back onto the apron, and shotgun dropkick off the bottom rope to the outside! Cochrane fed Cavanagh back into the ring and tried to follow up, only for Cavanagh to complain to the ref to make Cochrane give him more space, and of course throw out a cheap shot behind the ref's back.
Cavanagh kept the pace of the match going fast with some running strikes, including a superman elbow and a high speed thing that looked like a cross between a cross body and a shoulder tackle. It got a quick 2 count. He tried to end it with a quick attempt at the Coup de Grace, but Cochrane blocked it by grabbing the ankles and immediately followed with a bridging pin. Cavanagh tried to cut the rally off with a superkick, Cochrane ducked and threw his own superkick, which was in turn evaded and countered with an enzuigiri that kept control in Cavanagh's hands. A "lionsault-style" corkscrew senton off the middle rope earned him another two count, and earned the referee an argument from the Boston Irish streetfighter.
Cavanagh slung Cochrane into the corner, but Cochrane showed that he's not all dropkicks by slinking between the middle and top rope to intercept Cavanagh with a double boot. A leaping rounding cross body from the top rope put Adrien back in control. Cavanagh anticipated a german suplex to land on his feet, but Cochrane was a step ahead, kicking out one leg with a back kick and trying to follow it up with a quick Adrien Cutter - that was countered by Cavanagh pushing him off the cutter and into the ropes. This time on the rebound, instead of trying something high flying, Cavanagh slapped the taste out of Cochrane's mouth.
A little more sportsmanlike, Cochrane fired back with some knife edge chops that were interrupted by a Cavanagh elbow to the head. Cochrane responded with his own elbow, and then the two exploded with a frantic exchange of chest chops and open hand strikes to the face - that Cavanagh took control of with a cheap shot to the throat. Ignoring the referee's remonstrations he hit Cochrane with a tornado DDT, and followed that up with a top rope guillotine leg drop. He just remained sitting with his leg across the neck for the cover, and it earned him a long two - maybe with a proper cover he could've had the match there. Snarling, Cavanagh pulled Cochrane to his feet, slapped him across the face. The slap spun him around perfectly setting up the Driveby! And ANOTHER long two.
Cavanagh went for the Irish Destroyer, but Cochrane countered by holding his own legs to redistribute his weight. Cavanagh's grip slipped at the apex of the move, he landed on his back and Cochrane delivered a vicious double stomp to the chest! It wasn't un-earned and the few fans in live attendance popped. Cochrane hit a quick thrust kick to the jaw to knock Cavanagh into the ropes, Irish whipped him, ran perpendicular, and caught him on the rebound with a pounce-styled dropkick to the side of the head that sent Cavanagh into an awkward sideways spin and a painful landing on his shoulder! The only saving grace was that he was able to roll to the ropes before Cochrane could make a cover. Undeterred, Cochrane tried to pull him out of the ropes. Cavanagh held on, Cochrane just yanked his legs up, allowing Cavanagh to essentially powerbomb himself.
Cochrane left the ring and came back in with a slingshot somersault senton. He then called for the Adrien Cutter again. Cavanagh cut it off with a quick thumb to the eyes and set Cochrane on the top rope. He started setting up the Bloody Sunday! Adrien elbowed him several times, breaking his grip, and shoved him down into the ring. Cavanagh hit hard on his back, slowly rolled backwards to his feet, and Cochrane came off the top with a shotgun dropkick...
...and Cavanagh juked back. Cochrane hit the mat back first, Cavanagh grabbed the legs and rolled over into a lateral bridge. Cochrane was able to escape... but at a count of about 3.01.
Winner: Chris Cavanagh (11:13) via Bridge Roll Up
The fans weren't happy, Cochrane certainly wasn't happy. Maybe Cavanagh would've rather won off a finisher than a quick rollup, but he was grinning as the ref raised his hand. Good thing for him Cochrane was a good enough sport not to knock that smirk off his face.
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[Backstage.]
Sector 7 had been secured.
That is to say that Scott Steel and The Aurochs had unleashed themselves onto Catering and between the two of them they cleared the room in seconds with little more than a grunt, a growl, and a strange vibration that somehow changed the frequency of the room.
Behind them strode in The Boss.
Eric Dane grabbed a plate and started piling on. He took out a decent chunk of what was left of the meat and cheese tray before glancing around at the empty room.
Dane: Fantastic work, gentlemen.
Eric massacred a stack of black forest ham and cracked pepper turkey on a cracker with a square of ghost pepper-jack on the top.
Dane: I could feel myself getting dumber, week in and week out, sharing oxygen with some of these fucking morons.
His nose wrinkled at the thought of other people.
Dane: Ugh. Pass.
Scott Steel rubbed his hands together menacingly, eyeballing a small stack of Sweedish Meatballs. Dane smacked the big lug right upside the back of his head.
Dane: Nope. You eat later. No more distractions at work.
Speaking of distractions, unbeknownst to anybody, The New Untouchables team of Jeffrey Daniels and Lee Scott Rothlesberger picked right then to stroll into the room with grins plastered on both of their faces.
Daniels: Sup, duder?
Incredulously and without the slightest hint of effort, Scott Steel grabbed The Jeffer by the throat and lifted, pressing him against the nearest wall.
Dane: Who the-
The Aurochs, only a millisecond behind his partner in animal liberation, had LSR securely bodily pressed over his head and just about to throw him through a table when The Only Star stepped in.
Dane: Alright, alright! Cut that shit out!
The Aurochs dropped LSR, who managed to land on his feet. His expression was not one of anger or even fear, but of confusion. Mechanically and with a hint of muted sorrow, Scott Steel also released the prey from his vice-like grip, allowing Daniels to slip out and around the giant of a man.
Daniels: Dude what the FUCK I just wanted some cheese squares! BETTER not’ve eaten all the habanero cheddar! I’ll superkick the fuck outta you!
Dane: You. Are gonna. Superkick. Me.
He turns to Steel.
Dane: Pick him back up.
Steel re-hoists Daniels into the air, his body trembling, his face becrimsoning itself, the pray-to-God-that’s-just-sweat beginning to flow down his body.
Dane: Put that stooge through a goddamned table, would ya?
Steel grinned his clenched-jaw grin, sneering right into Daniels’ dumbfounded face before manhandling him around into a gut-wrench and without letting the kid’s feet touch the floor lifting and powerbombing him through what was left of the catering table, meat tray and all. Dane turned his attention on Lee.
Dane: I refuse to believe that the two of you don’t know who I am, so I’m going to assume that your benefactor just did a really, really bad job of explaining it. Take a look around you, kid, and understand that I ain’t the kind of person you want to make a habit of annoying. Elsewise you end up like your girlfriend over there.
Eric jabbed a thumb at Jeffy’s upside down and oddly contorted body, covered in pepperoni and ranch dressing and also probably fourteen little miniature chicken salad sandwiches.
Dane: You go tell your boss that if he sets one foot inside of a Northern Pro building I’ll drop him where he stands, and this warning is the absolute last courtesy he gets out of me.
Steel twitched and guffawed at his handiwork while The Aurochs watched on and nodded his thick-necked approval. Dane shifted his glance from Lee to the human car crash that was once Jeffrey Daniels, and back to Lee.
Dane: Actually, you know what? You strike me as somewhat less stupid than a lot of the other kids around here, so I’m going to tell you something you need to hear. Your “mentor,” Jeff Andrews?
Dane’s mouth twisted into a sneer as he spit that name out. Stepping in close, he looked Lee directly in the face. This was actually a bit of an honor by Dane’s standards.
Dane: He’s a pussy who quit the game, but who won’t just go the fuck home. He’s the equivalent of that kid who gets kicked out and makes faces through the window, but runs away whenever someone opens the door. You’re wasting your gorram time with him. You two ever fancy yourselves an upgrade, you come and see me. Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two, get it? Otherwise stay your sorry asses out of my fuckin’ sight. Capiché?
Lee Scott Rothlesberger sized up the situation. His size was less than either that of Steel or the Aurochs. He nodded quietly as The Only Star polished off his tiny slices of ham and squares of cheese.
Dane: Hm. Guess we’re gonna have to score dinner off-site.
Eric shrugged as Steel took point and the Aurochs fell in line behind him. The three of them made their way elsewhere to do fuck knows what to fuck knows whom.
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"Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed hit the speakers, distorted guitar strumming as the Block B bracket of the Cruiser Weight Cup was underway. Gebin hailed from Lansing, Michigan, who normally sported a mask, however tonight, he was not.
Spotlighted to the ring, the crowd popped for the action they were about to see. Gebin leaped up on the apron and over the top rope, rolling into the center of the ring to a superhero knee. Bouncing up to his feet as the music faded.
Cheers filled the arena for Jay Stevens, who’s wrestling catch style and recent events in NPW were momentum for his showing in the tournament. Jay took in the cheers of the scattered audience, and climbed the steps before slipping between the ropes. Catching an eye from Gebin, before hitting the turnbuckle to strike a camera worthy photo op for his fans.
Jay Stevens and Gebin started off with a collar and elbow tie up, chain wrestling through the beginning moments, both getting a trip and sweep on the other. Linking up, Stevens muscled Gebin to the ropes, irish whipping him across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. Gebin catapulted off the ropes, springboard moonsaulting onto Jay Stevens in the middle of the ring, hooking a leg for a quick one count.
Gebin took the offense with a barrage of kicks and elbow strikes, before snapping Jay over with a standing hurricarana, sending Jay under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Running from one side of the ring to the other, Gebin rebounded and launched himself over the top rope, suicide dive flip onto Jay Stevens!
Gebin exuded confidence as he gained his stance. Lifting Jay up, Gebin went to send him back into the ring, but Jay saw his opportunity and slammed Gebins into the post; breaking him open. First blood of the match sent the fans into a frenzy. Jay Stevens would get some punches in before rolling Gebin under the bottom rope and sliding in behind him.
Stevens went straight to his box of tools, belly-to-belly suplexing Gebin and working the neck with a stepover arm lock camel clutch, putting the hurt to Gebin. After what felt like minutes, Gebin was able to use his leg to reach the bottom rope and break up the hold.
Gebins attempted to make a comeback, but Stevens clipped his leg with a shoulder breaker. Changing focus from the shoulder to his leg, Jay put his foot behind Gebin’s knee and drove it into the canvas multiple times; assaulting the mobility of the high flyer. Tactical in his approach, Jay locked on a single leg boston crab and wrenched back on Gebin, nearly sitting on his back in the process. By doing so, Gebin was unable to move and endured the full weight of his opponent.
Jay regained his footing as he stood up. The opportunity provided Gebin time to turn over and kick Jay in the thigh, not once, but three times to break the hold. Gebin crawled to the ropes, using them to stand up. Jay came at him for a waist lock, pushing Gebin to the ropes, Jay wrenched back, locking his hips as he planted his feet; preparing for a german suplex! Gebin grabbed the ropes. The referee stepped in, asking for Jay to let go of the hold, and Gebin grabbed the referee with one hand, using his leg, low blowed Jay, breaking the German and turning the referee and himself towards the ropes! The ref yells to not grab him again, but the damage was done.
Gebin grabbed Jay Stevens and tossed him into the turnbuckle, proceeding to lift him to the top rope. Gebin ascended, going to the top rope as he hooked the arm over his shoulder and went for the Superplex!
Crashing into the ring, Stevens turned his weight on the fall, landing ON Gebin, and using both legs he turns it into a tidy pin, rolling up Gebin after the counter for the win!
Winner: Jay Stevens (13:42) via Superplex
Jay Stevens rolls out of the pinning setup he locked in, and stands up as the referee raises his hand. Gebin, hardly able to catch his breath leans against the bottom rope as he shakes his head. One mistake cost him the match, and those were the margins of this Cruiser Weight Cup. The difference of points would determine the next round of matches.
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Two of Northern Pro's very best found themselves competing against each other to cap off night 1 of the event. Lord Dominicus has been turning heads everywhere he goes with his antics both inside of the ring and out. This was his first match since finishing second in the Lethal Lottery Rumble in mid December, and the fan support for him hadn't waned away at all.
Niko is one half of the top tag team in Northern Pro, and seemed completely focused on the task at hand in regards to the gravity of this particular match. The fact that both men represent NPW as champions, coupled with the fact that the winner of this contest could find themselves in the driver seat as far as control in Block A.
The match itself was fast paced and high impact. Niko had his wife at ringside, who was cooing over his brilliance, as he took the fight to LD early on often. An irish whip into a spanish fly was an early highlight. The impact was fierce, and the crowd was in awe of the speed and power to execute that type of move.
Niko followed it up with a pinfall attempt, but LD was able to kick out of it.
LD took quite a pounding at the hands of the Syndicate at the conclusion of the Lethal Lottery, and he put his body through tremendous strain throughout the match as he looked to survive and advance. So the early signs of sluggishness weren't a surprise. To some, it would be easy to assume LD would be able to bounce back because of durable he has proven to be over the course of his career. Niko seemed to smell weakness, and he wasn't going to let LD rest.
Niko executed a double undertook driver, into a pinning combination to earn himself another two count.
Niko admonished the referee for what he deemed a slow count. He took his eyes off of LD for an instant, and when he returned he found himself the victim of a flying arm bar submission. Somehow LD has shaken the cobwebs, and found it within himself to turn the tide in the match. Niko was able to get his feet to dangle under the bottom rope, so the referee was forced to break ip the hold.
When they were back at neutral ground, LD seemed much more meticulous with his movements, knowing full well he had his hands full. The crowd in attendance explored LD to take the fight to his opponent for once, and to stop relying so heavily on his defence.
LD hit the ropes, Niko saw his clothesline coming, but when LD bounced off, he had leapt in the air and blistered Niko with a nasty shinning wizard! The crack echoed throughout the arena. Niko slumped to the ground in a heap! LD didn't make the cover, but instead he climbed to the top rope and came off with a frog splash and held for the cover.
1..
2....
NO!
Niko was about to kickout in time. The fans were in mid celebration before they realized that Niko has persevered and escaped defeat.
LD seemed surprised, but stayed on the attack. A running clothesline near the ropes brought Niko crashing down at the feet of his wife. LD launched himself with a nasty Plancha, and caught half of it. Niko tried to side step the attack, and was successful to a degree, but still caught a distinct blow to the head and shoulder area and hit the arena floor with force. LD had also mis-timed the high risk move, and hit the concrete hard, knocking the wind out of him.
It was a few moments before either man started to stir. The referee looked around, and finally started his count, trying to give both men an opportunity to finish the match inside of the ring.
LD was up a moment before Niko, but Niko was dodged an LD attack, before pushing him face first into the steel post. Niko rolled under the bottom rope, before coming back to the outside to inflict some more damage. Even through the mask, we could detect that LD was in some serious pain, as he wasn't able to get his hands up in time to shield himself from the post.
Niko pushed LD up against the guardrail and unleashed some thunderous chops that lit up the North American Cruiserweight Champion. LD fired back, as the fans cheered him on. Niko was caught flush on the chin, and backed up. Niko rolled into the ring and LD was set to follow except the Commandrix grabbed LD by his boot to restrain him. The referee was counting, and couldn't see the boot hold, as she was ducking down almost under the ring. Niko hit the ropes and used a diving dropkick to smoke LD!
Niko's momentum carried him outside once again. LD was on dream-street and the col holder of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships could sense it. Niko slammed LD's face off of the apron, before rolling him back into the ring. Niko climbed to the top rope and executed a nasty flying leg drop!
1...
2..
THENO!!!!!!
Somehow LD was able to kickout.
Niko was flabbergasted, and completely in awe of LD's resilience. LD was crawling around the ring, looking to find the strength to fight back. The crowd continued to will him on. Niko attempted sa release german suplex, but LD somehow landed on his feet. A quick kick to the gut, and a SNAP DDT from LD followed. In utter exhaustion, LD laid flat, trying to compose himself. Niko's head was driven to the mat.
The fans were willing LD to get up and to make the cover. He draped his arm over Niko's chest.
1..
2..
NO!
Niko was able to push free, and break up the pin.
Both men were doing their best to get to their feet and continue the battle.
Niko! [Punch]
LD! [Punch]
Who was going to go down first. Finally Niko was down to one knee!
Could LD capitalize? He hit the ropes, but he was tripped from the outside bi Niko's wife once again. He turned his attention to her and faked like he was going to go after her. Niko came from behind, waist lock, but LD reversed it, School boy!!
1...
2..
NO!!
Niko Popped up, and was caught with the Demon's Invert!!
1...
2...
DING DING DING
WHAT?
The referee is waving it off. LD has his hand raised, he thinks he has won the match. That was until it was relayed from the time keeper that the time had expired, and the match was declared a time limit draw. Niko smiled, knowing he might've been a second away from eating a pinfall, but would walk away with 1 point for his efforts. LD would walk away with a point, and perhaps some much needed momentum with how he finished this match on the heels of what happened at CofacII.
The referee declared the decision final, and made the fans aware of the DRAW!!!
LD stayed in the ring and asked Niko to come back inside, looking to continue their battle. Niko pointed to his temple to say he was too smart for that.
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[We open to the Powerade Centre. Timeless is dressed up like Eric Dane, he has a Dane wig on and one of his t shirts. Roxylishus is wearing a lizard mask, you barely notice the mask as we can still see her mountain melons and the eyes are drawn to them like a magnet. There is an unknown third man with them, a tall fellow with a blonde curly wig and leather vest. Who he is really doesn’t matter, much like his real life part. The trio walk thru the corridors of the arena.]
[They pass a group of enhancement workers, or maybe they are tonight’s cruiserweights, who knows the difference.]
Timeless : What’s up dorks?
[Timeless / Dane asks the jobbers, he doesn’t wait for a reply, he doesn’t care. Just keeps walking after displaying his superiority to them. He then comes across another room, where we see Jay Stevens.]
Timeless : Hey kid. Come see me after the show, sit on Unc’s lap like the old days.
[Timeless gives Jay the trigger finger and a wink and keeps walking and Stevens is staring at the empty doorway with a big WTF look on his face. The trio keep waking another corridor and come to not the gorilla position but the exit of the arena. They walk out the door and stand in front of a waiting limo.]
Timeless : (still pretending to be Dane) Seeing as only one fool in the whole of NPW had the grapefruits to accept my open challenge. Looks like I have the night off.
I am booked at Battle for Hegemony to win my way to Supremacy and then bring the X Crown home to NPW so I have the night off.
Before I leave, I wanted to give you two (to the blonde Steel guy and Lizard Roxy) a piece of my mind.
In future, when we travel them corridors, make sure to walk a step further behind. I am up here.
[Timeless / Dane holds his arm and hand up high in the air.]
You are back there.
[He points back behind them.]
I am the star. The ONLY Star. We are not a team. You are here to enhance ME!
[They both pretend to look sad.]
Be grateful I allow you to breathe the same air I breathe and walk the path I walk. You know how many people are jumping to be where you pair are now? Underlings are us has a full roster to pick from and them lackeys know their place and would be grateful to be belittled and talked down to by the Champ.
Steel!
[He pokes the big imitator in the chest.]
You ever get distracted by a piece of tail again like that and you’ll be on the boat back to the hick park I found you in., You_dig?
As for you?
[He looks towards Lizard Roxy.]
I don’t even know who the hell you are? What are you doing here exactly. He (points to fake steel) Carries the bags at least. What is it you are here for again? Who are you?
Lizard Roxy : I’m Jenna Jameson.
Timeless : (gives her a stern look) ……
Lizard Roxy : Ohhhh … I mean. (puts on a deep voice) I’m Jesse Jamestar.
Timeless : Right. And, ummmm. Why are you in the Syndicate again?
Lizard Roxy : So you don’t have to fight me and lose your belt to me …. Champ.
Timeless : That’s right. Good work.
Now. Kiss the ring.
[Fake Steel moves towards Lizard Roxylishus and she bends over and Timeless / Dane then hits him with the Stardriver.]
(Admonishing Roxy in Dane’s condescending tone) …. Not that ring!
[Timeless pulls off his Dane wig and shirt, and is left wearing his ‘Born to Fuck’ t-shirt.]
Ugh. I feel …. Dirty.
Listen up Dane! You want to self-reflect on what is wrong with you and the Syndicate and why you aren’t the X Crown Champion.
It’s not because of your age. Even though you are OLD! Old as freakin dirt.
It’s not because you’re paranoid. Even though you are. Out of your mind so.
It’s not because you got caught up trying to be better than Dylan Black. Even though you aren’t, probably never were.
Its not because the Syndicate has divulged into a travelling circus. Were they ever anything else?
It’s because of one reason. ME!!!
SIR FUCKIN WINSALOT!!!
TIMELESS ALEX TURNER!
Because I decided that Crown was not for you. Me!
So, I came down to the ring, and I not only cost you the match. I knocked your over bearing lights out!
[Timeless snaps his fingers.]
Just like that!
Now.
Now I am off to do what you couldn’t. That’s bring that Crown home here to Canada!
When I do so. Unlike you and your baloney open challenge I am barred from because you are afraid of me. I will gladly give you a shot, and anyone else for that matter. I already promised Little D first crack, you can be second if you wish.
You know why?
Cause I ain’t scared of SHIT!
See you on the flip side, suckers.
Lizard Roxy : (taking off her mask and tossing it on top of knocked out fake Steel, that was by the way the best Stardriver you have ever seen, as they get in the limo.) Swish Swish Mutha Fucka’s!
--
The main event of the evening was chalked full of dangerous men, who were unpredictable. The Syndicate team of Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester waited in the ring for Desolation to come forward, and it almost seemed like an unspoken thing that these two teams were going to meet in the middle of the ring, to see which team was going to backdown first.
The former XHF Tag Team Champions have the reputation of a duo you just don't mess with. With Nemo called the shots, they've been even more dangerous as of late. The duo of Steel and JJ have defeated Mack and Chase just prior to this match, so they must feel as though they're starting to gel well as a team.
All four men collided in the ring, and big boots, lariats and kicks were all thrown. The referee who was set to preside over the match was wiped out by Scott Steel's big boot that was attempting to hit Necrophage. Gus Arnold acted quickly and sent another official down to the ring, and had him ring the bell to make the match official.
By then, JJ and Nephilim had paired off, and were fighting on the outside of the ring. Scott Steel's saliva was hitting all areas of the ring as he hunted Necrophage. A quick thumb to the eye slowed Steel down. A step up enziguiri, and a tornado DT followed, and Steel had tasted the mat.
JJ was overwhelming his foe with a technical approach based on balance and footwork. A couple of stiff right hands landed at the right time to turn the tide in his favour. Inside of the ring, Necro was on the second rope and coming off with a double axe handle to Steel's sternum.
JJ thought best to grab ahold of his tag rope, and to keep his focus on the task at hand, as opposed to force feeding his bravado on his foes. Nephilim found his bearings, and went to his corner as well, so the match could become more traditional.
Desolation made quick tags, and worked over Steel with a double body slam, double elbow drops while switching positions in the match. Nephilim distracted the referee so Necro could enter the ring and get a few licks in on Steel who was trying to shake the cobwebs while regaining sight in his eye. A double body slam followed, which earned Desolation a near fall. Repeated stomp and boots to the prone Steel followed, and while Necro was in the ring, he teased that he was going to 'bite' Steel. This brought JJ into the ring, and the Canadian Nightmare made it clear that he ought to tread lightly.
Necro laughed, knowing full well he had gotten the reaction he was searching for. Necro tagged Nephilim into the ring, and it was becoming quite clear that the experience advantage of the former CHF Tag Team Champions was worth a lot in this contest. Nephilim stood out in this contest, as he looked extreme crisp with his movements, and showed absolutely no fear of the two men who opposed him, regardless of their size advantage.
The Desolation test was set up and executed! The fans gasped, thinking that they had seen this move eliminate many wrestlers before and could do the same right then and there. But Scott Steel is no average man, and he refused to go down. Steel was able to kick out forcefully at two. Nephilim stayed on the big man, pounding away from top position, before transitioning to a reverse chin lock, and that's when he locked is legs around Steel's massive frame and tried to turn it into an anaconda choke.
Steel was able to power free, and eventually shrug off the attack. The big man's face was red, and the sweat soaked ring reeked of protein powder. Steel started hulking up which brought Necro into the ring with the intent to slow him down, but this also brought Jamester into the ring, and he rushed across the ring and hammered Necro with a running clothesline.
The referee got in between JJ and Necro, and as Necro dropped to one knee, he executed lowblow to Steel, which slowed him. With the referee's back turned trying to escort JJ out of the ring, Desolation executed a double dropkick to Steel as he kneeled.
WHAAAACCK!
The sound of the tandem dropkick was vicious. Necro held the position for the cover, and as the referee turned around, he jumped into position looking to execute the pinfall. Somehow, Steel was able to power out of the situation before the three count. As if somewhat impervious of pain, a lesser man might've already tapped, or given up, Steel just seemed to have the energy reserves of a mutant. Desolation seemed to feel like it was time to attempt some of their most high impact moves, so they made eye contact and tried to execute a High/Low attack, but Steel caught Nephilim who went high, and dumped him over the top rope, before unknowingly side stepping Necro's leg sweep attempt. Steel grabbed Necro by the throat, and tossed him towards his corner. JJ held Necro in place, and Steel caught him with a big boot!
Steel tagged JJ, who took Necro down to the mat, and started working an excellent ground and pound, before transitioning to the lower half and locking Necro up in a sharpshooter. The referee was checking on Necro to see if he was ready to quit, but Nephilim hit the ring and clotheslined JJ from behind to break up the hold. Steel was angry, so he entered the ring to come after his opponent. The referee tried to stop him, but that was a giant failure. Steel attempted to power bomb but Necro broke it up with another low blow. He didn't see JJ coming for him though, and JJ caught Necro with the Tiger Suplex
JJ held for the pin, and the referee was in position but he could only get a two count. The crowd was surprised and were starting to anticipate the eventual pinfall that would lead to victory. Jamester showed a lot of grit, mixed with poise as it was clear that he must've been involved in many tag team scenarios in his past. Whenever Nephilim would flinch that he was going to come into the ring, it was as if JJ had a sixth sense, and he would turn his body to keep Nephilim in his peripherals.
Steel was begging for the tag, feeling as though he had been taking advantage of via double teams throughout the match - plus it's noted that Steel is still rather hostile after what Necrophage did to Little Eric's brother. Steel entered the ring and started to lumber his way around with wild strikes from the heavens. Nephilim jumped into the ring and ate a big boot for his troubles which sent him through the middle ropes and onto the outside. Steel started to shake the ropes and hulk up. Steel lost concentration for a moment when he caught a glimpse of a fan in the front row who resembled Cassie Hunter. JJ turned around and spotted the temptress, and immediately went into defence mode.
JJ yelled 'Do this for Little Eric' and Steel snapped back into place. Steel picked up Necro and hit him with a choke slam. Steel then extended the hand to JJ, who picked up the final piece. With Nephilim on the outside, JJ executed a Jester Plex to Necrophage.
The referee jolted back into place, realizing there were far too may distractions, and he forced Steel and Nephilim out of the ring. JJ looked down at Necro, who was looking a little worse for ware. JJ made the tag to Scott Steel, who picked Necro up, and drove him into the mat with a nasty power bomb. Steel held for the cover - the referee was in position to make the count and the pinfall. The referee called for the bell, and awarded the match to The Syndicate, thus making them the next team in line for an Imperial Crown Tag Team Title Match.
Winners and NEW Number One Contenders to the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships - The Syndicate
The show went off the air with Steel chugging a container of protein powder, with Jesse Jamester holding a very serious pose in the middle of the ring, before motioning to his waist that he expected the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships to be in hand in the near future.
[Cut.]
--
Block A
Chris Cavanagh - 3pts
Lord Dominicus - 1pt
Niko - 1pt
Adrien Cochrane - 0pts
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Block B
Jay Stevens - 3pts
Eron Hunter - 3pts
Gebin - 0 pts
Tyrone Walker - 0pts
--
Gus said that he didn't want to waste anymore time, and that he wanted to let the wrestling superstars from all over the XHF Network take the lead. Gus waved to the fans, before heading back behind the curtain. After a few brief moments of silence, the first match of the night got underway.
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Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Shawn Kutter & Jonnie Valentine vs. The Evanston Express
--Panning around the arena, we see the decorative banners for the Cruiser Weight Cup hanging proudly, with all the company's logos in between each one. Like hockey arenas sporting their championships, the CWC was thee pinnacle of success for any hungry cruiser weight to make a name for themselves.
However, that action would come later, as the show would begin with the ever budding and talented tag team action that only Northern Pro Wrestling could offer. With teams all around the world coming to Canada to face the best in the business.Cameras caught the signs of many fans who were spread out throughout the arena in clusters, social-distancing, yet vocal as a pack of wolves, howling at the excitement for the first night of the annual Cruiser Weight Cup to begin.
Introduced first would be the brothers, the Evanston Express, David Slater and Sheldon Warren, who were seeking their redemption story. Months ago, they were the team pitted against the experiment of Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester. Since then, they have been nursing bruises and keeping out of sight. However, Gus Arnold saw something in them, and pushed for them to make a showing tonight - highlighting his talent in the opener.
Their opponents, Shawn Kutter, a brawling tough S.O.B. from Philadelphia would enter the ring first. The stature of Shawn Kutter would dwarf many in the NPW roster, and tonight, he would be teaming for the first time with his partner Jonnie Valentine. On the previous aired Northern Pro Does New Years, we saw the two men square off in a fatal four way match. One might ask, would this be an issue for the two, or will they use this as an opportunity to work together and carve their names in the Canadian territories legacy.
Jonnie Valentine and David Slater began the evening’s bout. Slater would take the early advantage, grappling and stretching his Valentine across the ring, working the arm and shoulder. Arm bars and head locks, accompanied by a quick snap suplex that sent Jonnie over and rolling to the outside apron.
Slater would try to shoulder rush Valentine, but the star caught him off guard and kneed him in the head, followed by pulling him to the apron. Setting up the smaller guy between his legs, the fans were chanting Power-bomb, and they got what they wanted. Slater went up, and over, using the ropes, he climbed to the top turnbuckle and kicked Valentine off the apron. Followed by a moonsault to the outside!
Uncharacteristic of the young man who was a technical ground and pound athlete. Pulled out of the way by his partner Kutter, Slater crashed to the outside floor as Valentine was pulled to safety. Kutter and Valentine toss Slater into the ring and Valentine slid in to move him to his team’s corner, tagging in Shawn Kutter.
Kutter displayed a fighting attitude, with hard chops, big boulder forearms, and showing off his height difference with a military press that sent shockwaves through the ring. Slater is toyed with as the big man whipped him across the ropes, allowing a blind tag from Sheldon Warren, only to be big booted and sent rolling to the apron.
Warren shot at Kutter with a double leg take down and wrapped up the big man, evening the odds. Warren spent the better part of his opening moments tying up Kutter and working his leg, to even the odds for the height different. Warren would make one mistake when bringing Kutter to his feet, and being met with a clubbing blow to the head that rocked him back to the corner Valentine was in.
A running splash in the corner lead up by a tag, allowed Valentine to take control and send Warren to the mat with a hard DDT. Unleashing a barrage of blows to the back of Warren’s neck, Valentine was doing a number on his opponent, and not letting up.
Valentine displayed the confidence that lead to him and Kutter being teamed up. Jonnie Valentine was all the guts and seeking glory with his attack on Warren, wearing down the smaller man with suplexes of all variety, going through his arsenal like it was a showcasing.Warren got greedy, and Valentine caught him with an elbow, followed by a hard european uppercut. Using his size advantage, Valentine muscled Warren and kept him in the corner, tenderizing the rib cage with heavy shoulder thrusts and hard blows before delivering a hard short arm clothesline that sent Warren to the canvas.
Valentine rocked Warren with a roundhouse kick. Warren, out of it, rushed Valentine but he delivered a snap powerslam for a near fall.
Warren fought back up to his feet, throwing rights and elbows, working on gaining some momentum. Valentine was shot to the ropes, ducked the clothesline, and delivers a spike reverse DDT! Hooking the legs, Valentine places his full weight on Warren, getting the three count.
Winners: Jonnie Valentine and Shawn Kutter! (11:37) via Reverse DDT
Fans explode with a “Val-En-Tine” chant as the two are shown the respect of arm raises. From behind, we see Sheldon Warren getting a shove on the outside by David Slater. Obvious disappointment in tonight’s showing for the team mates. Valentine took one corner and posed, while Shawn Kutter raised a fist in the ring, nodding at the fans in attendance as he pumped his fist.
--
[Day 3.]
[The North American Double Crown.]
['The Only Star' Eric Dane.]
[vs.]
[Joseph Mack.]
[You don't want to miss it.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Block B Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Tyrone Walker [FA] vs. Eron Hunter [NPW]
--Entering first was Tyrone Walker, showing up as a Free Agent in the Cruiser Weight Cup, but a legend in his own right. Tyrone Walker was the winner of the 2020 Cruiser Weight Cup, and no stranger to the dance. Tyrone made short work of making his way to the ring, eager to get this one started.
His opponent, Eron Hunter, was known around Northern Pro Wrestling. Having stepped between the ropes and squaring off before, he was still out to show why he was who he said he was. Eron Hunter prided himself on his reputation, and tonight was the first step in reestablishing that hierarchy.
These two established earlier that they were no stranger to a squared circle. Exchanging wrestling hold after wrestling hold, countering the other, and out maneuvering any leverage attempt in the early going. Eron Hunter showed incredible knowledge of using the ring to his advantage. Tyrone Walker displayed speed and agility, focusing his attention on outlasting his opponent. Tyrone displayed the prowess of a veteran, while Hunter appeared worried about his knee, a former injury that was possibly nagging him.
Hunter would be the first to gain the advantage with a snap brainbuster. Walker would not gain his composure as Eron Hunter put on a clinic of offensive moves. Walker reversed a corner irish whip with an over the top, dropkicking Eron in the corner for a short break.
Hunter and Walker exchanged blows, building to a crescendo, where Walker hit a shining wizard, but didn’t get all of it, as he only got a two count. Frustrated, Walker argued with the referee, allowing Hunter the chance to sneak him up with a school boy. Walker kicked out at two. Getting to his feet Hunter would shake his knee, smacking it to regain feeling. Tyrone snuck in a sunset flip from the apron into a near fall. Using his speed his springboarded off the ropes and back elbowed Hunter.
Tyrone Walker rode high for a solid series of quick clotheslines, spinning kicks, and a lariat that hit their mark on Eron Hunter. Tyrone looked like he was full steam ahead. Running at the corner, he went for a monkey flip, but Eron landed on his feet. A helluva kick in the corner followed by a missile drop kick! The tide would not favor him, as momentum built for Eron Hunter. Eron Hunter was on fire, and the paparazzi was flashing bulbs all around ringside. Eron had gained that courage and confidence in himself again, and found his stride. Seeking to execute his game plan finally, he took charge.
Eron Hunter delivered a hellacious tiger driver that rocked Tyrone Walker! However Hunter would not follow up with the cover, and instead ascended the ropes. His hesitation gone, he was ready to fly! Diving from the top rope, the diving head butte planted Walker like a kamikaze pilot hitting a grenade bunker! Hunter bounced off the canvas, and rolled away from Walker.
Hunter exited the ring and looked into the crowd while on the apron. Hunter looked down at his recently injured knee, and then he looked into the crowd once again, as if summoning their energy. Hunter pushed off and took flight and caught Walker crisp with a flying bionic forearm strike that wiped him out clean. Hunter fell right into the same vicinity and draped his arm over Walker, before pulling himself on top and hooking the leg.
Winner: Eron Hunter (8:21) via Flying Forearm
Celebrating with honor, Eron Hunter walked up the ramp, and raised his arms in victory as the crowds chanted “Hunt-Er!” on his exit. Tyrone Walker received a round of applause for his efforts in the bout.
--
Block A Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Adrien Cochrane [FA] vs. Chris 'Trigger' Cavanagh [FCP]
--As the entrances were made, the fans didn't seem to have a favorite between the two non-NPW wrestlers. However, Adrien Cochrane at least went to some effort to drum up support from them, as opposed to Chris Cavanagh, who could graciously be described as 'brusque' and more accurately described as kind of a dick. By the time the bell rang they were firmly on Cochrane's side. And the King of the Dropkick started out by proving how he earned his moniker. Cartwheel out of a wristlock into a dropkick, duck the return lariat with a kip-up into a dropkick that sent Cavanagh bailing. Slingshot dropkick through the rope, skin the cat back onto the apron, and shotgun dropkick off the bottom rope to the outside! Cochrane fed Cavanagh back into the ring and tried to follow up, only for Cavanagh to complain to the ref to make Cochrane give him more space, and of course throw out a cheap shot behind the ref's back.
Cavanagh kept the pace of the match going fast with some running strikes, including a superman elbow and a high speed thing that looked like a cross between a cross body and a shoulder tackle. It got a quick 2 count. He tried to end it with a quick attempt at the Coup de Grace, but Cochrane blocked it by grabbing the ankles and immediately followed with a bridging pin. Cavanagh tried to cut the rally off with a superkick, Cochrane ducked and threw his own superkick, which was in turn evaded and countered with an enzuigiri that kept control in Cavanagh's hands. A "lionsault-style" corkscrew senton off the middle rope earned him another two count, and earned the referee an argument from the Boston Irish streetfighter.
Cavanagh slung Cochrane into the corner, but Cochrane showed that he's not all dropkicks by slinking between the middle and top rope to intercept Cavanagh with a double boot. A leaping rounding cross body from the top rope put Adrien back in control. Cavanagh anticipated a german suplex to land on his feet, but Cochrane was a step ahead, kicking out one leg with a back kick and trying to follow it up with a quick Adrien Cutter - that was countered by Cavanagh pushing him off the cutter and into the ropes. This time on the rebound, instead of trying something high flying, Cavanagh slapped the taste out of Cochrane's mouth.
A little more sportsmanlike, Cochrane fired back with some knife edge chops that were interrupted by a Cavanagh elbow to the head. Cochrane responded with his own elbow, and then the two exploded with a frantic exchange of chest chops and open hand strikes to the face - that Cavanagh took control of with a cheap shot to the throat. Ignoring the referee's remonstrations he hit Cochrane with a tornado DDT, and followed that up with a top rope guillotine leg drop. He just remained sitting with his leg across the neck for the cover, and it earned him a long two - maybe with a proper cover he could've had the match there. Snarling, Cavanagh pulled Cochrane to his feet, slapped him across the face. The slap spun him around perfectly setting up the Driveby! And ANOTHER long two.
Cavanagh went for the Irish Destroyer, but Cochrane countered by holding his own legs to redistribute his weight. Cavanagh's grip slipped at the apex of the move, he landed on his back and Cochrane delivered a vicious double stomp to the chest! It wasn't un-earned and the few fans in live attendance popped. Cochrane hit a quick thrust kick to the jaw to knock Cavanagh into the ropes, Irish whipped him, ran perpendicular, and caught him on the rebound with a pounce-styled dropkick to the side of the head that sent Cavanagh into an awkward sideways spin and a painful landing on his shoulder! The only saving grace was that he was able to roll to the ropes before Cochrane could make a cover. Undeterred, Cochrane tried to pull him out of the ropes. Cavanagh held on, Cochrane just yanked his legs up, allowing Cavanagh to essentially powerbomb himself.
Cochrane left the ring and came back in with a slingshot somersault senton. He then called for the Adrien Cutter again. Cavanagh cut it off with a quick thumb to the eyes and set Cochrane on the top rope. He started setting up the Bloody Sunday! Adrien elbowed him several times, breaking his grip, and shoved him down into the ring. Cavanagh hit hard on his back, slowly rolled backwards to his feet, and Cochrane came off the top with a shotgun dropkick...
...and Cavanagh juked back. Cochrane hit the mat back first, Cavanagh grabbed the legs and rolled over into a lateral bridge. Cochrane was able to escape... but at a count of about 3.01.
Winner: Chris Cavanagh (11:13) via Bridge Roll Up
The fans weren't happy, Cochrane certainly wasn't happy. Maybe Cavanagh would've rather won off a finisher than a quick rollup, but he was grinning as the ref raised his hand. Good thing for him Cochrane was a good enough sport not to knock that smirk off his face.
--
[Backstage.]
Sector 7 had been secured.
That is to say that Scott Steel and The Aurochs had unleashed themselves onto Catering and between the two of them they cleared the room in seconds with little more than a grunt, a growl, and a strange vibration that somehow changed the frequency of the room.
Behind them strode in The Boss.
Eric Dane grabbed a plate and started piling on. He took out a decent chunk of what was left of the meat and cheese tray before glancing around at the empty room.
Dane: Fantastic work, gentlemen.
Eric massacred a stack of black forest ham and cracked pepper turkey on a cracker with a square of ghost pepper-jack on the top.
Dane: I could feel myself getting dumber, week in and week out, sharing oxygen with some of these fucking morons.
His nose wrinkled at the thought of other people.
Dane: Ugh. Pass.
Scott Steel rubbed his hands together menacingly, eyeballing a small stack of Sweedish Meatballs. Dane smacked the big lug right upside the back of his head.
Dane: Nope. You eat later. No more distractions at work.
Speaking of distractions, unbeknownst to anybody, The New Untouchables team of Jeffrey Daniels and Lee Scott Rothlesberger picked right then to stroll into the room with grins plastered on both of their faces.
Daniels: Sup, duder?
Incredulously and without the slightest hint of effort, Scott Steel grabbed The Jeffer by the throat and lifted, pressing him against the nearest wall.
Dane: Who the-
The Aurochs, only a millisecond behind his partner in animal liberation, had LSR securely bodily pressed over his head and just about to throw him through a table when The Only Star stepped in.
Dane: Alright, alright! Cut that shit out!
The Aurochs dropped LSR, who managed to land on his feet. His expression was not one of anger or even fear, but of confusion. Mechanically and with a hint of muted sorrow, Scott Steel also released the prey from his vice-like grip, allowing Daniels to slip out and around the giant of a man.
Daniels: Dude what the FUCK I just wanted some cheese squares! BETTER not’ve eaten all the habanero cheddar! I’ll superkick the fuck outta you!
Dane: You. Are gonna. Superkick. Me.
He turns to Steel.
Dane: Pick him back up.
Steel re-hoists Daniels into the air, his body trembling, his face becrimsoning itself, the pray-to-God-that’s-just-sweat beginning to flow down his body.
Dane: Put that stooge through a goddamned table, would ya?
Steel grinned his clenched-jaw grin, sneering right into Daniels’ dumbfounded face before manhandling him around into a gut-wrench and without letting the kid’s feet touch the floor lifting and powerbombing him through what was left of the catering table, meat tray and all. Dane turned his attention on Lee.
Dane: I refuse to believe that the two of you don’t know who I am, so I’m going to assume that your benefactor just did a really, really bad job of explaining it. Take a look around you, kid, and understand that I ain’t the kind of person you want to make a habit of annoying. Elsewise you end up like your girlfriend over there.
Eric jabbed a thumb at Jeffy’s upside down and oddly contorted body, covered in pepperoni and ranch dressing and also probably fourteen little miniature chicken salad sandwiches.
Dane: You go tell your boss that if he sets one foot inside of a Northern Pro building I’ll drop him where he stands, and this warning is the absolute last courtesy he gets out of me.
Steel twitched and guffawed at his handiwork while The Aurochs watched on and nodded his thick-necked approval. Dane shifted his glance from Lee to the human car crash that was once Jeffrey Daniels, and back to Lee.
Dane: Actually, you know what? You strike me as somewhat less stupid than a lot of the other kids around here, so I’m going to tell you something you need to hear. Your “mentor,” Jeff Andrews?
Dane’s mouth twisted into a sneer as he spit that name out. Stepping in close, he looked Lee directly in the face. This was actually a bit of an honor by Dane’s standards.
Dane: He’s a pussy who quit the game, but who won’t just go the fuck home. He’s the equivalent of that kid who gets kicked out and makes faces through the window, but runs away whenever someone opens the door. You’re wasting your gorram time with him. You two ever fancy yourselves an upgrade, you come and see me. Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two, get it? Otherwise stay your sorry asses out of my fuckin’ sight. Capiché?
Lee Scott Rothlesberger sized up the situation. His size was less than either that of Steel or the Aurochs. He nodded quietly as The Only Star polished off his tiny slices of ham and squares of cheese.
Dane: Hm. Guess we’re gonna have to score dinner off-site.
Eric shrugged as Steel took point and the Aurochs fell in line behind him. The three of them made their way elsewhere to do fuck knows what to fuck knows whom.
--
Block B Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Gebin [FIRESIDE] vs. Jay Stevens [NPW]
--"Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed hit the speakers, distorted guitar strumming as the Block B bracket of the Cruiser Weight Cup was underway. Gebin hailed from Lansing, Michigan, who normally sported a mask, however tonight, he was not.
Spotlighted to the ring, the crowd popped for the action they were about to see. Gebin leaped up on the apron and over the top rope, rolling into the center of the ring to a superhero knee. Bouncing up to his feet as the music faded.
Cheers filled the arena for Jay Stevens, who’s wrestling catch style and recent events in NPW were momentum for his showing in the tournament. Jay took in the cheers of the scattered audience, and climbed the steps before slipping between the ropes. Catching an eye from Gebin, before hitting the turnbuckle to strike a camera worthy photo op for his fans.
Jay Stevens and Gebin started off with a collar and elbow tie up, chain wrestling through the beginning moments, both getting a trip and sweep on the other. Linking up, Stevens muscled Gebin to the ropes, irish whipping him across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. Gebin catapulted off the ropes, springboard moonsaulting onto Jay Stevens in the middle of the ring, hooking a leg for a quick one count.
Gebin took the offense with a barrage of kicks and elbow strikes, before snapping Jay over with a standing hurricarana, sending Jay under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Running from one side of the ring to the other, Gebin rebounded and launched himself over the top rope, suicide dive flip onto Jay Stevens!
Gebin exuded confidence as he gained his stance. Lifting Jay up, Gebin went to send him back into the ring, but Jay saw his opportunity and slammed Gebins into the post; breaking him open. First blood of the match sent the fans into a frenzy. Jay Stevens would get some punches in before rolling Gebin under the bottom rope and sliding in behind him.
Stevens went straight to his box of tools, belly-to-belly suplexing Gebin and working the neck with a stepover arm lock camel clutch, putting the hurt to Gebin. After what felt like minutes, Gebin was able to use his leg to reach the bottom rope and break up the hold.
Gebins attempted to make a comeback, but Stevens clipped his leg with a shoulder breaker. Changing focus from the shoulder to his leg, Jay put his foot behind Gebin’s knee and drove it into the canvas multiple times; assaulting the mobility of the high flyer. Tactical in his approach, Jay locked on a single leg boston crab and wrenched back on Gebin, nearly sitting on his back in the process. By doing so, Gebin was unable to move and endured the full weight of his opponent.
Jay regained his footing as he stood up. The opportunity provided Gebin time to turn over and kick Jay in the thigh, not once, but three times to break the hold. Gebin crawled to the ropes, using them to stand up. Jay came at him for a waist lock, pushing Gebin to the ropes, Jay wrenched back, locking his hips as he planted his feet; preparing for a german suplex! Gebin grabbed the ropes. The referee stepped in, asking for Jay to let go of the hold, and Gebin grabbed the referee with one hand, using his leg, low blowed Jay, breaking the German and turning the referee and himself towards the ropes! The ref yells to not grab him again, but the damage was done.
Gebin grabbed Jay Stevens and tossed him into the turnbuckle, proceeding to lift him to the top rope. Gebin ascended, going to the top rope as he hooked the arm over his shoulder and went for the Superplex!
Crashing into the ring, Stevens turned his weight on the fall, landing ON Gebin, and using both legs he turns it into a tidy pin, rolling up Gebin after the counter for the win!
Winner: Jay Stevens (13:42) via Superplex
Jay Stevens rolls out of the pinning setup he locked in, and stands up as the referee raises his hand. Gebin, hardly able to catch his breath leans against the bottom rope as he shakes his head. One mistake cost him the match, and those were the margins of this Cruiser Weight Cup. The difference of points would determine the next round of matches.
--
Block A Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Niko [NPW] vs. Lord Dominicus [NPW]
--Two of Northern Pro's very best found themselves competing against each other to cap off night 1 of the event. Lord Dominicus has been turning heads everywhere he goes with his antics both inside of the ring and out. This was his first match since finishing second in the Lethal Lottery Rumble in mid December, and the fan support for him hadn't waned away at all.
Niko is one half of the top tag team in Northern Pro, and seemed completely focused on the task at hand in regards to the gravity of this particular match. The fact that both men represent NPW as champions, coupled with the fact that the winner of this contest could find themselves in the driver seat as far as control in Block A.
The match itself was fast paced and high impact. Niko had his wife at ringside, who was cooing over his brilliance, as he took the fight to LD early on often. An irish whip into a spanish fly was an early highlight. The impact was fierce, and the crowd was in awe of the speed and power to execute that type of move.
Niko followed it up with a pinfall attempt, but LD was able to kick out of it.
LD took quite a pounding at the hands of the Syndicate at the conclusion of the Lethal Lottery, and he put his body through tremendous strain throughout the match as he looked to survive and advance. So the early signs of sluggishness weren't a surprise. To some, it would be easy to assume LD would be able to bounce back because of durable he has proven to be over the course of his career. Niko seemed to smell weakness, and he wasn't going to let LD rest.
Niko executed a double undertook driver, into a pinning combination to earn himself another two count.
Niko admonished the referee for what he deemed a slow count. He took his eyes off of LD for an instant, and when he returned he found himself the victim of a flying arm bar submission. Somehow LD has shaken the cobwebs, and found it within himself to turn the tide in the match. Niko was able to get his feet to dangle under the bottom rope, so the referee was forced to break ip the hold.
When they were back at neutral ground, LD seemed much more meticulous with his movements, knowing full well he had his hands full. The crowd in attendance explored LD to take the fight to his opponent for once, and to stop relying so heavily on his defence.
LD hit the ropes, Niko saw his clothesline coming, but when LD bounced off, he had leapt in the air and blistered Niko with a nasty shinning wizard! The crack echoed throughout the arena. Niko slumped to the ground in a heap! LD didn't make the cover, but instead he climbed to the top rope and came off with a frog splash and held for the cover.
1..
2....
NO!
Niko was about to kickout in time. The fans were in mid celebration before they realized that Niko has persevered and escaped defeat.
LD seemed surprised, but stayed on the attack. A running clothesline near the ropes brought Niko crashing down at the feet of his wife. LD launched himself with a nasty Plancha, and caught half of it. Niko tried to side step the attack, and was successful to a degree, but still caught a distinct blow to the head and shoulder area and hit the arena floor with force. LD had also mis-timed the high risk move, and hit the concrete hard, knocking the wind out of him.
It was a few moments before either man started to stir. The referee looked around, and finally started his count, trying to give both men an opportunity to finish the match inside of the ring.
LD was up a moment before Niko, but Niko was dodged an LD attack, before pushing him face first into the steel post. Niko rolled under the bottom rope, before coming back to the outside to inflict some more damage. Even through the mask, we could detect that LD was in some serious pain, as he wasn't able to get his hands up in time to shield himself from the post.
Niko pushed LD up against the guardrail and unleashed some thunderous chops that lit up the North American Cruiserweight Champion. LD fired back, as the fans cheered him on. Niko was caught flush on the chin, and backed up. Niko rolled into the ring and LD was set to follow except the Commandrix grabbed LD by his boot to restrain him. The referee was counting, and couldn't see the boot hold, as she was ducking down almost under the ring. Niko hit the ropes and used a diving dropkick to smoke LD!
Niko's momentum carried him outside once again. LD was on dream-street and the col holder of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships could sense it. Niko slammed LD's face off of the apron, before rolling him back into the ring. Niko climbed to the top rope and executed a nasty flying leg drop!
1...
2..
THENO!!!!!!
Somehow LD was able to kickout.
Niko was flabbergasted, and completely in awe of LD's resilience. LD was crawling around the ring, looking to find the strength to fight back. The crowd continued to will him on. Niko attempted sa release german suplex, but LD somehow landed on his feet. A quick kick to the gut, and a SNAP DDT from LD followed. In utter exhaustion, LD laid flat, trying to compose himself. Niko's head was driven to the mat.
The fans were willing LD to get up and to make the cover. He draped his arm over Niko's chest.
1..
2..
NO!
Niko was able to push free, and break up the pin.
Both men were doing their best to get to their feet and continue the battle.
Niko! [Punch]
LD! [Punch]
Who was going to go down first. Finally Niko was down to one knee!
Could LD capitalize? He hit the ropes, but he was tripped from the outside bi Niko's wife once again. He turned his attention to her and faked like he was going to go after her. Niko came from behind, waist lock, but LD reversed it, School boy!!
1...
2..
NO!!
Niko Popped up, and was caught with the Demon's Invert!!
1...
2...
DING DING DING
WHAT?
The referee is waving it off. LD has his hand raised, he thinks he has won the match. That was until it was relayed from the time keeper that the time had expired, and the match was declared a time limit draw. Niko smiled, knowing he might've been a second away from eating a pinfall, but would walk away with 1 point for his efforts. LD would walk away with a point, and perhaps some much needed momentum with how he finished this match on the heels of what happened at CofacII.
The referee declared the decision final, and made the fans aware of the DRAW!!!
LD stayed in the ring and asked Niko to come back inside, looking to continue their battle. Niko pointed to his temple to say he was too smart for that.
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[We open to the Powerade Centre. Timeless is dressed up like Eric Dane, he has a Dane wig on and one of his t shirts. Roxylishus is wearing a lizard mask, you barely notice the mask as we can still see her mountain melons and the eyes are drawn to them like a magnet. There is an unknown third man with them, a tall fellow with a blonde curly wig and leather vest. Who he is really doesn’t matter, much like his real life part. The trio walk thru the corridors of the arena.]
[They pass a group of enhancement workers, or maybe they are tonight’s cruiserweights, who knows the difference.]
Timeless : What’s up dorks?
[Timeless / Dane asks the jobbers, he doesn’t wait for a reply, he doesn’t care. Just keeps walking after displaying his superiority to them. He then comes across another room, where we see Jay Stevens.]
Timeless : Hey kid. Come see me after the show, sit on Unc’s lap like the old days.
[Timeless gives Jay the trigger finger and a wink and keeps walking and Stevens is staring at the empty doorway with a big WTF look on his face. The trio keep waking another corridor and come to not the gorilla position but the exit of the arena. They walk out the door and stand in front of a waiting limo.]
Timeless : (still pretending to be Dane) Seeing as only one fool in the whole of NPW had the grapefruits to accept my open challenge. Looks like I have the night off.
Before I leave, I wanted to give you two (to the blonde Steel guy and Lizard Roxy) a piece of my mind.
In future, when we travel them corridors, make sure to walk a step further behind. I am up here.
[Timeless / Dane holds his arm and hand up high in the air.]
You are back there.
[He points back behind them.]
I am the star. The ONLY Star. We are not a team. You are here to enhance ME!
[They both pretend to look sad.]
Be grateful I allow you to breathe the same air I breathe and walk the path I walk. You know how many people are jumping to be where you pair are now? Underlings are us has a full roster to pick from and them lackeys know their place and would be grateful to be belittled and talked down to by the Champ.
Steel!
[He pokes the big imitator in the chest.]
You ever get distracted by a piece of tail again like that and you’ll be on the boat back to the hick park I found you in., You_dig?
As for you?
[He looks towards Lizard Roxy.]
I don’t even know who the hell you are? What are you doing here exactly. He (points to fake steel) Carries the bags at least. What is it you are here for again? Who are you?
Lizard Roxy : I’m Jenna Jameson.
Timeless : (gives her a stern look) ……
Lizard Roxy : Ohhhh … I mean. (puts on a deep voice) I’m Jesse Jamestar.
Timeless : Right. And, ummmm. Why are you in the Syndicate again?
Lizard Roxy : So you don’t have to fight me and lose your belt to me …. Champ.
Timeless : That’s right. Good work.
Now. Kiss the ring.
[Fake Steel moves towards Lizard Roxylishus and she bends over and Timeless / Dane then hits him with the Stardriver.]
(Admonishing Roxy in Dane’s condescending tone) …. Not that ring!
[Timeless pulls off his Dane wig and shirt, and is left wearing his ‘Born to Fuck’ t-shirt.]
Ugh. I feel …. Dirty.
Listen up Dane! You want to self-reflect on what is wrong with you and the Syndicate and why you aren’t the X Crown Champion.
It’s not because of your age. Even though you are OLD! Old as freakin dirt.
It’s not because you’re paranoid. Even though you are. Out of your mind so.
It’s not because you got caught up trying to be better than Dylan Black. Even though you aren’t, probably never were.
Its not because the Syndicate has divulged into a travelling circus. Were they ever anything else?
It’s because of one reason. ME!!!
SIR FUCKIN WINSALOT!!!
TIMELESS ALEX TURNER!
Because I decided that Crown was not for you. Me!
So, I came down to the ring, and I not only cost you the match. I knocked your over bearing lights out!
[Timeless snaps his fingers.]
Just like that!
Now.
Now I am off to do what you couldn’t. That’s bring that Crown home here to Canada!
When I do so. Unlike you and your baloney open challenge I am barred from because you are afraid of me. I will gladly give you a shot, and anyone else for that matter. I already promised Little D first crack, you can be second if you wish.
You know why?
Cause I ain’t scared of SHIT!
See you on the flip side, suckers.
Lizard Roxy : (taking off her mask and tossing it on top of knocked out fake Steel, that was by the way the best Stardriver you have ever seen, as they get in the limo.) Swish Swish Mutha Fucka’s!
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Main Event
Imperial Crown Tag Team Number One Contender Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Desolation vs. The Syndicate
--The main event of the evening was chalked full of dangerous men, who were unpredictable. The Syndicate team of Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester waited in the ring for Desolation to come forward, and it almost seemed like an unspoken thing that these two teams were going to meet in the middle of the ring, to see which team was going to backdown first.
The former XHF Tag Team Champions have the reputation of a duo you just don't mess with. With Nemo called the shots, they've been even more dangerous as of late. The duo of Steel and JJ have defeated Mack and Chase just prior to this match, so they must feel as though they're starting to gel well as a team.
All four men collided in the ring, and big boots, lariats and kicks were all thrown. The referee who was set to preside over the match was wiped out by Scott Steel's big boot that was attempting to hit Necrophage. Gus Arnold acted quickly and sent another official down to the ring, and had him ring the bell to make the match official.
By then, JJ and Nephilim had paired off, and were fighting on the outside of the ring. Scott Steel's saliva was hitting all areas of the ring as he hunted Necrophage. A quick thumb to the eye slowed Steel down. A step up enziguiri, and a tornado DT followed, and Steel had tasted the mat.
JJ was overwhelming his foe with a technical approach based on balance and footwork. A couple of stiff right hands landed at the right time to turn the tide in his favour. Inside of the ring, Necro was on the second rope and coming off with a double axe handle to Steel's sternum.
JJ thought best to grab ahold of his tag rope, and to keep his focus on the task at hand, as opposed to force feeding his bravado on his foes. Nephilim found his bearings, and went to his corner as well, so the match could become more traditional.
Desolation made quick tags, and worked over Steel with a double body slam, double elbow drops while switching positions in the match. Nephilim distracted the referee so Necro could enter the ring and get a few licks in on Steel who was trying to shake the cobwebs while regaining sight in his eye. A double body slam followed, which earned Desolation a near fall. Repeated stomp and boots to the prone Steel followed, and while Necro was in the ring, he teased that he was going to 'bite' Steel. This brought JJ into the ring, and the Canadian Nightmare made it clear that he ought to tread lightly.
Necro laughed, knowing full well he had gotten the reaction he was searching for. Necro tagged Nephilim into the ring, and it was becoming quite clear that the experience advantage of the former CHF Tag Team Champions was worth a lot in this contest. Nephilim stood out in this contest, as he looked extreme crisp with his movements, and showed absolutely no fear of the two men who opposed him, regardless of their size advantage.
The Desolation test was set up and executed! The fans gasped, thinking that they had seen this move eliminate many wrestlers before and could do the same right then and there. But Scott Steel is no average man, and he refused to go down. Steel was able to kick out forcefully at two. Nephilim stayed on the big man, pounding away from top position, before transitioning to a reverse chin lock, and that's when he locked is legs around Steel's massive frame and tried to turn it into an anaconda choke.
Steel was able to power free, and eventually shrug off the attack. The big man's face was red, and the sweat soaked ring reeked of protein powder. Steel started hulking up which brought Necro into the ring with the intent to slow him down, but this also brought Jamester into the ring, and he rushed across the ring and hammered Necro with a running clothesline.
The referee got in between JJ and Necro, and as Necro dropped to one knee, he executed lowblow to Steel, which slowed him. With the referee's back turned trying to escort JJ out of the ring, Desolation executed a double dropkick to Steel as he kneeled.
WHAAAACCK!
The sound of the tandem dropkick was vicious. Necro held the position for the cover, and as the referee turned around, he jumped into position looking to execute the pinfall. Somehow, Steel was able to power out of the situation before the three count. As if somewhat impervious of pain, a lesser man might've already tapped, or given up, Steel just seemed to have the energy reserves of a mutant. Desolation seemed to feel like it was time to attempt some of their most high impact moves, so they made eye contact and tried to execute a High/Low attack, but Steel caught Nephilim who went high, and dumped him over the top rope, before unknowingly side stepping Necro's leg sweep attempt. Steel grabbed Necro by the throat, and tossed him towards his corner. JJ held Necro in place, and Steel caught him with a big boot!
Steel tagged JJ, who took Necro down to the mat, and started working an excellent ground and pound, before transitioning to the lower half and locking Necro up in a sharpshooter. The referee was checking on Necro to see if he was ready to quit, but Nephilim hit the ring and clotheslined JJ from behind to break up the hold. Steel was angry, so he entered the ring to come after his opponent. The referee tried to stop him, but that was a giant failure. Steel attempted to power bomb but Necro broke it up with another low blow. He didn't see JJ coming for him though, and JJ caught Necro with the Tiger Suplex
JJ held for the pin, and the referee was in position but he could only get a two count. The crowd was surprised and were starting to anticipate the eventual pinfall that would lead to victory. Jamester showed a lot of grit, mixed with poise as it was clear that he must've been involved in many tag team scenarios in his past. Whenever Nephilim would flinch that he was going to come into the ring, it was as if JJ had a sixth sense, and he would turn his body to keep Nephilim in his peripherals.
Steel was begging for the tag, feeling as though he had been taking advantage of via double teams throughout the match - plus it's noted that Steel is still rather hostile after what Necrophage did to Little Eric's brother. Steel entered the ring and started to lumber his way around with wild strikes from the heavens. Nephilim jumped into the ring and ate a big boot for his troubles which sent him through the middle ropes and onto the outside. Steel started to shake the ropes and hulk up. Steel lost concentration for a moment when he caught a glimpse of a fan in the front row who resembled Cassie Hunter. JJ turned around and spotted the temptress, and immediately went into defence mode.
JJ yelled 'Do this for Little Eric' and Steel snapped back into place. Steel picked up Necro and hit him with a choke slam. Steel then extended the hand to JJ, who picked up the final piece. With Nephilim on the outside, JJ executed a Jester Plex to Necrophage.
The referee jolted back into place, realizing there were far too may distractions, and he forced Steel and Nephilim out of the ring. JJ looked down at Necro, who was looking a little worse for ware. JJ made the tag to Scott Steel, who picked Necro up, and drove him into the mat with a nasty power bomb. Steel held for the cover - the referee was in position to make the count and the pinfall. The referee called for the bell, and awarded the match to The Syndicate, thus making them the next team in line for an Imperial Crown Tag Team Title Match.
Winners and NEW Number One Contenders to the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships - The Syndicate
The show went off the air with Steel chugging a container of protein powder, with Jesse Jamester holding a very serious pose in the middle of the ring, before motioning to his waist that he expected the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships to be in hand in the near future.
[Cut.]
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Block A
Chris Cavanagh - 3pts
Lord Dominicus - 1pt
Niko - 1pt
Adrien Cochrane - 0pts
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Block B
Jay Stevens - 3pts
Eron Hunter - 3pts
Gebin - 0 pts
Tyrone Walker - 0pts
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