Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:39:46 GMT -5
As Northern Pro Wrestling has grown and evolved, two competitors have been at the forefront. Those two men will compete in tonight's Main Event for the North American Double Crown. Eric Dane's reign atop the hierarchy began in May of 2020, when he defeated Oxford Osland for the Canadian Commonwealth Championship. Through the scandal of End of Days and 'Timeless' forcing a double pin - The Only Star left no doubt to his resolve when he out lasted the who's who of XHF competitors to become the first North American Double Crown Champion. The man he defeated in the finale to earn the championship - "The Real" Lord Dominicus.
'LD' has proven to be an impact player from the moment he signed his contract. In short order LD climbed his way to the top, and won the North American Cruiserweight Championship. As he likes to remind everyone, he was once the only singles champion in NPW while the 'NADC' was being competed for. It would take every trick in the book, and a number advantage to secure the victory for Eric Dane over Lord Dominicus at the Lethal Lottery. If not for some good samaritans in the backstage area, Scott Steel might've unwrapped LD's mask in the middle of the ring. Imagine that.
We watch as the highlights from the Lethal Lottery are shown throughout the building - reminding everyone of the significance of this match.
Two Champions.
One Championship Match.
One Winner.
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Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Gaz Maybury vs. Bryan Chase
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Our night of action popped off with an interesting bout between Gaz Maybury and Bryan Chase. Chase was the talk of Northern Pro at the tail end of 2020, but has been MIA at times since, In the lead up to this contest, Chase appeared to be focused and ready to compete. He would need to be, as Gaz has the experience to take anyone out proof of which could be found in his debut when he made short work of his opponents.
Contrast of styles held the audience captivated as Chase looked to take his act to the air, while Gaz wanted to slow the pace down and use his size and strength to his advantage. A suicide dive from Chase onto Maybury is what prompted the match to expand on the outside of the ring. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Maybury showed off a solid chin in the sense he was able to bounce back after hitting the ground hard, which was followed up with a few stiff european uppercuts as well.
Maybury shook it off, and slammed Chase' head onto the apron before irish whipping him into the steel guardrail. Maybury rolled under the bottom rope to break the count, and rolled back outside to continue as this was the type of contest that would stir the pot, and set the tone for the evening. Lots of palpable tension in the arena.
Chase proved he was up for a messy battle, and seemed the flourish where others might've folded. His guts and willingness to push forward against the larger opponent, and not bat an eye brought the fans to their feet.
Both men seemed to lose track of the situation, as the referee counted them down on the outside in the midst of a furious exchange of strikes.
GAZ!
CHASE!
GAZ!
CHASE!
GAZ!
CHASE!
WHOOOOOO!!!
SMACK!
The roar of the crowd was enough to drown out the referee's ten count. Before anyone was the wiser, the time keeper was ringing the bell and the referee was calling the match a double count out. The two men could continue to battle, and both received hero level responses from the crowd.
After a few more spirited minutes of brawling, a few of NPW finest officials made their way out from the back to separate the two of them. The fans cheered them both on, and it was as if both of them had earned the respect of the crowd in that very instant.
Cut.
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Outside.
Around back.
Load-in was finished hours ago and the ring and entire set has been put together for the better part of the afternoon, but you know how these things go. All the way up to and through the show tonight engineers and other crew would scurry in and out of the building. The logistics of putting on a somewhat regular live wrestling television event are baffling and it takes all of this and then some to get it done week in and week out.
It is amid this chaos that the classic stretch Lincoln Navigator pulls around the back and parks right near the back entrance to the Powerade Center. Though the windows are tinted what looks like a doubleplus illegal shade of black it’s no secret as to who the yacht of a luxury truck belongs to as the vanity plates read SND1C4T for all to see.
As this land yacht comes to a halt upon the shores of the arena, the first man to breach the beach so to speak is of course the avatar of brute force. The type of man to wear sunglasses at night, a borderline perfect mullet of blonde curls spills down the nape of his neck over the spikes on his leather vest. Though he is not wrestling this evening, Scott Steel is ready for action, his tag team title is handed to him which he slings over his shoulder metal side down.
No one in their right mind is going to tell the mountain how to wear a title belt.
Next out is Jesse Jamester.
Sporting his Potato Thunder Champions of the World T-shirt, a black and green logo with cartoon-esque versions of Scott and Jesse crashing through a wall with thunder around the text. The Dragonball Z style animated characters were a big hit for the merch and the Syndicate were cashing in.
Jesse steps out and with his Imperial crown tag team title, draping it over his shoulder and pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes. The look of the evening was all business, a somber black attire that screamed Johnny Cash.
The last man out is the NPW Champion himself. As usual he’s suited and booted, tonight in the kind of mint green and cream white suit that makes you scratch your butt and wind your clock trying to figure out if you love it or hate it. He doffs a pair of Maybach sunshades that cost roughly the same as it would to get Scott Steel a brain transplant and pulls his North American Double Crown title belt out of the truck and affixes it properly over his own shoulder.
The three men stand in the official entrance area, all of the gold that will ever matter in NPW glittering in the low evening sunset. Each man looks at the other. Some nods are exchanged, and Scott moves forward leading the procession of the straws that really stir the drink, so to speak.
The shot lingers on them and then fades swiftly inside.
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Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
The Wrecking Crew vs. The Celtic Club
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Two of the most talked about teams in Northern Pro Wrestling were set for battle. The Syndicate now reign at the top of the division, which brings a whole new dynamic to this contest, as both teams could find themselves staring down a future championship opportunity. With John Cavanagh holding a future championship match in his back pocket as an added element, the stakes in this contest felt massive.
The Wrecking Crew have scored some serious victories over all of the top teams in NPW, and one would deduce would be on the door step of a championship match. Jay Stevens has been the defacto heart and soul of the company, whether he realizes it or not. That makes him a massive target, and The Celtic Club have certainly taken notice. The Wildcard in this match was Andy Donohue - the muscle's muscle was an impressive figure to behold. In true Mafia Don type fashion, John was at ringside keeping a close distance, but also present to flex is muscle and use intimidation to their advantage. The gesture didn't sit well with Stevens, who took exception.
Jay vowed to be a little nastier going forward, feeling as though he didn't push it to the limit against Eron Hunter in the finals of the CWC, and is said to have been very hard on himself in the wake of the finals. If the Wrecking Crew's last outing was any indication, Stevens and Neal look as cohesive as ever, and are willing to muck it up if the opportunity presents itself.
Jordan Neal and Andy Donohue matched strength, before Andy seemed to take control with a few swift in and out tags with Trigger. Without having seen them on NPW programming, the audience could still see that The Celtic Club duo were and are very much aligned. John Cav looks on proudly, as this 'debut' within the promotion was going well. Neal would fight back and make the hot tag to Jay, and as per usual, the young grappler excelled.
Can't Miss Prospect isn't exactly the type of description one could give Jay at this point. He's here, he's ready and he's the present. Jay took Trigger down and was about to apply his single leg crab submission, when Donohue hit the ring and blindsided him with a spear. This prompted Neal to get into the ring and all four men were slugging it out. John Cav was on the apron directing traffic and telling the referee that he needed to usher Neal out of the ring. The Wrecking Crew were able to shed their opponents like dirty laundry and stand tall in the middle of the ring, as the fans sent their best applause their way.
The leader was then able to gift a few more words of encouragement to his men while the referee counted to ten. Trigger nodded, and rolled into the ring. Trigger pointed to the referee and said that Neal was the legal man, which Jay denied, but said if he wanted to test himself against Neal,he would be happy to oblige.
Once the tag happened, John Cav circled and started jawing with Jay from the outside. The tension between the two leaders of their respective factions took attention away from what was going on inside of the ring. A low blow from Trigger, and a double power bomb by him and Andy followed.
1..
2..
NO!
Jay left his post at ringside and decided to get into it with John Cav a bit more, as two of the biggest stars in the company jawed away, our imaginations began to run wild about potential future matches between the two.
Meanwhile. Andy Donohue picked Jordan Neal up and hit him with the Irish Car Bomb!
1..
2..
3!
Winners: The Celtic Club via Irish Car Bomb on Neal. (13:12)
The Celtic Club gathered together to celebrate a very key victory for them in Andy's debut. Jay looked on and seemed frustrated that the Wrecking Crew had suffered their first loss as a team - but he knew they would have many more opportunities to earn some revenge against the Celtic Club - who have been quietly climbing the ladder and earning more and more power as they do.
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[Gus Arnold's office.]
Joseph Mack enters, and Gus waves him inside as if expecting him. Mack isn't alone.]
["The Professional" Leon Van Zandt.]
Gus nods in Leon's direction as the Belgian warrior stands tall. Perhaps Leon's foray into the teaching at The Warehouse as a guest went well.
Gus: "I'm glad you could you make it."
Mack: "Of course. What's up Gus?"
Gus: "A lot of time, planning and hardwork has gone into tonight's event. We're streaming this LIVE all over North American and the UK. Our two singles champions are set to collide in a match for the ages, and it's the talk of the wrestling world."
Gus looks at Mack, and then Leon.
Gus: "I've known Eric Dane for ages. I know what he's capable of. I can't leave anything to chance tonight. This main event needs to go off without a hitch."
Gus' tone of voice changes.
Gus: "It can't turn into some clusterfuck. A joke. A scenario where the Syndicate take control of the ringside area and make things 3 against 1."
Mack: "You don't have to say another word. I went through it first hand, and I know exactly how it feels to have an opportunity to become the North American Double Crown Champion be taken away from you."
Mack looks over at Leon who hasn't said a word, but his body language expels enough communication.
Mack: "Leon and I will keep an eye on Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester."
Gus: "Thank you both. I appreciate it."
Gus nods, as Mack and LVZ exit his office.
[Cut.]
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Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Eron Hunter vs. 'The Canadian Heart Throb' Jonnie Valentine
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“Long Walk Home” by Howl Trance rips over the PA system of the Powerade Center of Mississauga, Ontario. From the curtains appeared the fastest rising cruiser weight in Northern Pro Wrestling, Eron Hunter. With recent success at the 3rd Annual Cruiserweight Cup, and a hard fought battle with the XHF Cruiserweight Champion Myojin, Eron was the must see attraction as of late. The Heir of Altitude was looking primed for the fight tonight as he entered the ring.
“MmBop” by Hanson played next. Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He finds an old lady or geeky teen singing his theme song, and he sings along with them. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd.
The early goings were a counter palooza, each man looking to take the early advantage and giving up nothing as they went from tie up to wrist lock, arm drags, to hip tosses, into pin combinations that were reversed and countered to other pin combinations. Eventually leading to both men at a stand still, and the crowd in attendance giving them an ovation.
Valentine with the early jump as he side blinded Hunter with a running elbow smash. Lifting him from the canvas, Valentine showed his size advantage by overpowering Hunter and throwing him into the corner, rushing him with shoulder thrusts before putting him on the top turnbuckle. Valentine ascended and attempted the superplex but Eron Hunter countered with elbows, knocking Jonnie Valentine off the turnbuckle. A diving missile dropkick hit the mark and sent Jonnie Valentine rolling across the ring and under the bottom rope to the outside.
As the referee checked on Valentine from inside the ring, Hunter rebounded from the ropes and flipped over the top rope launching himself onto the rising Valentine! The super hero antics would pay off, as all his body weight crashed down on Valentine. Rolling under the bottom rope, Hunter regained his composure, as the referee began the count out on Valentine.
By the count of 8, Jonnie had found his footing and rolled back into the ring. Hunter waited for him to gain his balance before chopping away at the man like a lumberjack; kicks and strikes with such aggression and focus, that Valentine began to crumble to his knees. Hunter bounced off the ropes and leaped in the air for a shining wizard! Valentine rose in time to leap above his opponent’s knees and clothesline the upper body of Hunter - folding him like an accordion!
The move changed the tide of the match, as Jonnie Valentine went on the offense. Delivering a plethora of strikes on the legs of Eron Hunter, focusing on the right knee. His game plan was simple, ground the aerial assault, and leave his opponent unable to stand. Valentine picked apart the Cruiserweight Cup champion, all the while strutting his stuff as the Canadian Heartthrob.
A picture perfect missile dropkick from the top rope, and Jonnie was golf clapping to the audience. His demeanor was self-absorbed, yet his approach methodical. Jonnie takes a moment to relish his work, heaving Hunter up to his feet from under the armpits, and smacking him in the face with disrespect. Hunter looks helpless, about to collapse, and Valentine sees his moment to finish it. Wrapping him up for a suplex, Valentine hoists Hunter into the air, and is caught with a sharp knee to the forehead for his efforts!
Another knee! Hunter drifts behind Valentine and leaps to the second turnbuckle, flipping backwards and moonsaulting onto a turning Valentine! The momentum carries him into a pinfall, two count, Valentine kicks out with authority! Both men get to their feet, seeking to find their final straw to break the proverbial camel’s back of the other. Valentine goes for a toe kick, Hunter counters, spinning him around and delivering a spinning wheel kick to the nose!
Valentine stumbles into the ropes, rebounds back with authority, angrier than before! His rage a heat seeking missile as he rushes Hunter, who basement dropkicks him in the knees, sending Valentine to hit the canvas. A springboard from the ropes turns into a leg drop, and Eron Hunter floats like a cloud as he gets height, causing the impact to be even stronger! Hunter covers him again, but a stern two count and Valentine gets the shoulder up!
Hunter looks at the top rope, slaps his knee, and feels it in him. He grabs Valentine by the neck, lifts him and goes for a tiger driver, but Valentine flips him over with a reversal. Stomping the back of Hunter before he can get up, Valentine is no longer looking to just win, but mame, and he goes for the head, one kick, two, and the third misses as Hunter rolls out of the way onto the apron. Valentine shakes his head, rushes the ropes to knee Hunter, but he jumps up, planting a shin in the side of Valentine’s head! Staggering Valentine backwards. Hunter leaps to the top rope, springboarding at Valentine, hurricanrana twisting into a pin!
Hunter hooks the legs with both arms, putting the full weight of his body on the chest of Valentine as he does.
1…
2…
3…..
As the three count is confirmed, Valentine kicks out, but not in time! The bell rings, signaling the end of the match as the referee makes the gesture with 3 fingers to Valentine who looks up with shock. A breath of a second late, he was that close to still being in this.
Winner by springboard hurricarana, Eron Hunter! (13:58)
Eron rolls out of the ring as Valentine kicks the ropes, disagreeing with the referees call that it was three. Irate at the decision, Jonnie Valentine shakes the ropes, showing the exact opposite of his Heartthrob persona. Eron Hunter doesn’t look back until he reaches the top of the ramp. The fans cheering him on as the referee raises his arm one last time at the top of the ramp.
Eron nods to Valentine, not in disrespect, but to let him know he too knows it was that close. Seeing Valentine in the ring having a tantrum, Eron shakes his head, it was a good match, one he was proud of. Turning to go through the curtain, the camera pans in to get one final push on Eron’s face before THWACK!
A steel chair comes swinging through the curtain drilling Eron Hunter flat to the steel ramp. Out steps Jesse Jamester.
The Sydicate’s hitman holds the chair in his hand. Unfolding it, he sets it up so the bar runs over Eron’s throat, and he proceeds to sit backwards on the chair, looking down at Hunter who gasps for breath.
Jesse Jamester: This is your warning. Nobody disrespects me.
Spitting in the face of Eron Hunter, Jesse sits a bit longer, as referees pour out from the back and separate the two, trying to pull Jesse up - but he stands up and leaves on his own accord. Valentine looks on from the ring with a smirk. He may have lost, but Valentine had the last laugh.
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[March 30th.]
[The Rematch.]
[The North American Cruiserweight Championship.]
[Champion vs. Challenger.]
["The Real" Lord Dominicus.]
[VS.]
[Former Co-Holder of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships.]
[Niko.]
[20 Minute Draw at the Cruiserweight Cup.]
[Who Will Emerge Victorious?]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Tag Team Match
30 Minute Time Limit
The Dark Novas vs. Kirsty Mckinney & Isabel Rios
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[Backstage.]
Isabel Rios rounded the corner looking to make her way toward the ring
[The Dark Novas.]
WHAM!!!
Rios was blindsided in a 2 on 1 attack.
"You will respect Our Lord!"
WHAM!!!!
Rios was doing her best to cover up, but after being whipped into a large metal dumpster, she was trying to get the wind back in her sails. As Rios would try to pick herself up off the ground, she was met with kicks, stomps and shots to the ribs.
The Dark Novas laughed, as they had Rios dead to rights. They executed a double bulldog on Rios!
[Referees!]
The referee's looked to interject, but this is where Kono and Niko appeared out of the shadows and started laying waste to anyone who dared get involved.
"If you disrespect our lord, you disrespect who we are"
Complete and utter carnage.
[Kirsty McKinney.]
Rios' partner was headed towards the ring as well, and saw what was happening and dove into the fray with reckless abandon. Kirsty showed great fighting spirit and loyalty to a fellow competitor that she wrestled just a month earlier for the Amazon's Championship.
McKinney had Commandrix and Termanatrix reeling, but the numbers eventually got to her. It's worth noting that Niko and Kono didn't get involved, and seemed willing to let the women sort out their issues on their own.
"I told her not to get involved."
[Holy Shit.]
[Jeff Andrews.]
As Jeff approached, he was trying to pull Kirsty out of harm's way, when The Dark Stars made it clear that he needed to back away or else. Andrews didn't take kindly to the threat, and made it clear he was willing to stand up for himself if they wanted to get their hands dirty.
Before anything could happen, Rios was making her comeback, and was somehow able to shake to cobwebs and take the fight back to Commandrix. Terminatrix was locked up with McKinney, and the brawl continued!
We could hear the fans roaring from the arena, hoping the action would spill out into the arena where they could get a closer look.
The next set of referee's hit the scene and tried to break things up. This time, with Jeff Andrews there - Niko and Kono decided not to get involved. In fact, they felt it was time to back away once again as they had delivered their message, and put a hurting on their targets.
*Whistle*
The Dark Novas land their final shots, before backing away in sequence like the trained warriors that they are. Rios was fighting hard, but worse for ware. Kirsty was just getting warmed up, but had some colouring starting to form around her cheeks. Andrews walked over to his student and did his best to encourage her, eventhcugh it appears as though he might've advised her to stay out of the attack.
Kirsty made sure to check on Rios, and once she knew she was OK - the two exchanged a fist bump.
The Attack served it's purpose, as forced Mckinney and Rios to react, as opposed to acting.
Something tells me this one is far form over.
Cut.
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[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Roxylishus makes her way down the ramp, she poses on the ring apron and enters the ring, a mic in hand.]
Roxylishus : Once upon a time, there was a little furball called Primal. He was the cutest little Gizmo. Adored by all. Then, as he grew bigger and stronger, and boy, is he strong now. Anyone who can go toe to toe with Sir Winsalot is a real He-Man.
[Roxy struts around the ring while she is talking, description peoples.]
Anyway, as he grew bigger and stronger, he grew uglier and hairier (she says it in repugnance) and became the disgusting creature we see today.
Then, he thought he could give people gifts, to make up for his hideous’euosness (She smiles thinking this is now a word) and that we would all live happily ever after.
Well Primal. The fairytale may just come true for you. Because, as my therapist keeps telling me, looks aren’t everything.
[She looks shocked to be saying so.]
Strength is what matters most in this world, and you are the only match Timeless has ever met in that department.
To topple the Syndicate. We realise we can’t do it alone. Sure Timeless is ten times the man that Dane is, but with JJ and Steel behind his back, we need numbers. We saw when we teamed with J Mac and LD to form Team Timeless we easily defeated them.
[Suck on that grin to the camera for the Syndicate.]
Now it is clear to see you are bigger and stronger than LD and J Mac. So, we have a proposal. Timeless wants to band together with you and together WE (she coo’s) can destroy the Syndicate!
[Roxylishus smiles, a seductive ‘take me’ smile.]
What do you say Primal? Come on out!
[Primal comes out on the rampway……………
: "Well isn’t this a fun turn of events. What I’m hearing is … you need me. It’s almost hilarious. I mean it’s correct, you do need me. I’m the biggest hidden secret in NPW. Overlooked and underappreciated. I could be the Double Crown Champ if I so cared. But … you seem to have this situation confused. I am not here to be used. I’m here to do what I want. And you haven’t yet shown me anything to make it worth my while. Why would I help you … when you have yet to appreciate my hidden talents hmm? Three gifts I made you. I styled my hair up for you. I stole attention from that hilarious painting at that fucking gala. And all you can do is come up with using me to stick it to the Syndicate and give Timeless the legitimacy he seems to desire. Maybe you should make it worth my while ……"
*He licks his lips and laughs … and pulls the triple extra large bikini top from his loincloth and holds it out as if he is going to walk it to her.]
[From the back Timeless appears and waylays Primal from behind. He beats him down and then powerbombs him off the stage. Primal though makes it back to his feet and Timeless is shocked and staring at him getting back up and can’t believe it, the two start exchanging blows and Timeless’ are having NO EFFECT on Primal!]
[Primal gorilla presses Timeless up over his head and goes to throw him on the safety railing but Roxylishus is down there now and nails a low blow from behind.]
[Timeless and Roxy stomp away on Primal and he shakes it off, ‘hulking up’ back to his feet and Primal and Timeless start exchanging punches, they are brawling all over the joint and here comes security, about twenty of them and they break it up and separate the pair, Roxylishus picks up the home made hair bra and hurls it at Primal and she and Timeless storm to the back as security restrain Primal.]
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Main Event
North American Double Crown Championship
Attachment Deleted
No Time Limit
'The Only Star' Eric Dane vs. 'The REAL' Lord Dominicus
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Northern Pro Wrestling’s audience rose to their feet for the highly anticipated main event of the evening. Electricity filled the arena as fans shot up to see the North American Cruiserweight Champion Lord Dominicus come out, dressed in his full suited dark black and silver lined attire. The masked villain of pure evil was relishing the glow of the strobe lights and spotlight that featured his best attributes. Taking his time to get to the ring, he sported his North American Cruiserweight title around his waist with pride, a crowning jewel of the accomplishments he had achieved in Northern Pro Wrestling. The lights returned to normal, and Lord Dominicus took to his corner.
A polarizing entrance followed. The audience in an upheaval over the most controversial star in all of Northern Pro history. The North American Double Crown Champion stepped out between the parted curtains, sporting the championship draped over his shoulder. The Only Starr was the most hated man in wrestling some would say, and for good reason. While Eric Dane did not shy away from his rumored fables of being the dirtiest wrestler to step in the squared circle, he certainly prided himself on the opportunity he created each and every time he made an appearance. A steady pace to the ring, and the walk up the steps onto the apron, Eric Dane raised his head to the crowd, closing his eyes, and holding his arms out, letting the fans see what a champion was all about. Minding no business to his opponent, he stepped between the ropes and took to the center of the ring, letting his demeanor speak for itself.
The stage was set. Both men presented their respective championship titles to the referee, and were patted down, as the referee laid out the rules. Eric Dane in the left corner, sporting his black long tights and a heir of confidence that most could recognize from his time in Northern Pro. In the right corner, Lord Dominicus, masked with the black mantis style provado that was sweeping the faces of many children in the audience. Two champions, one match to determine the true champion of Northern Pro Wrestling - all bets were placed, as the bell rang.
Eric Dane looked on at Lord Dominicus with daggers for eyes, eyeing up the man who had gone above and beyond to piss him off, to push him over the edge in the weeks leading up to this. Though his eyes showed the same intensity of rocket fuel before a launch at NASA, he vetted his opponent into his game. This was his ring, as the top champion of NPW, his place was here in between the ropes. Lord Dominicus’s face on the other hand was as unreadable as brail to a toddler. Hidden behind his mask, he had one advantage in this opening moment, if he had any emotion, it was unknown. Dane would force the start by circling the ring, fingers taped, elbow pad slapped, he would go in for the tie up, Lord Dominicus reciprocating with an elbow and collar tie up, quickly shoved back into his corner!
Dane titled his head as he watched Lord Dominicus hold the ropes, the strength display was not one Lord Dominicus would be winning with Dane. Six foot four inches, two hundred and thirty pounds of grizzled veteran grit, Eric Dane was all man, and he was going to show Lord Dominicus exactly why he was the Only Starr. Motioning for Dominicus to rejoin him in the center of the ring, Dane paused, prepared, but not budging. Lord Dominicus approached and went for another tie up, yet slipped behind Dane with quickness, shin kicking the back of Dane’s thigh, before ducking the rebounding elbow strike and planting his own knee into Dane’s gut.
Quickness, agility, these were the traits Lord Dominicus possessed. Giving up a fifty pound weight difference and four inches in height, he would rely on his cruiserweight star making arsenal of manuevers and feline-like speed and balance to pressure Dane into spots he was uncomfortable in. But was that possible? As the knee landed, Dominicus looked up to Dane who stared right back at him, no-selling the strike and headbutting Dominicus. Followed by the brawling fists of a boxer, Dane jabbed Dominicus twice before uppercutting him into the corner he started in. Trapping Dominicus in the right hand corner would prove helpful. Dane took his time picking at the body with heavy blows, before Irish whipping Dominicus to the other corner, following right behind to deliver a body avalanche clothesline, and holding onto his masked head to land a stiff bulldog into the middle of the ring.
Rolling Dominicus over, he planted his elbow firmly into the mask as he covered the Cruiserweight champ for a one and half count. Dominicus shoots a shoulder up and pushes Dane off. The two reach their feet and no time is wasted, as Dane toe kicks Dominicus, going for the gut to off balance his opponent. A heavy forearm to the back of his neck, Dane hooks it and plants the dome of Lord Dominicus into the canvas like a land dart! Straight up and down, Lord Dominicus' head stands on the mat before falling over like a christmas tree waiting to be wrapped up for the holiday hike home.
Dane rolls over and locks on a wristlock, using it to bring Dominicus to his feet, he steps on the back of Dominicus knee, and cross checks him in the chin with a shin! Still holding the wristlock tight, Dane wrenches the arm again, and returns Dominicus face first to the canvas before stepping on him and raising his hands in the air, gloating of the pure control he exudes over the cruiserweight. Stepping off him, he delivers a kick to the ribs, causing LD to roll towards the ring ropes. Dane goes to grab him by the neck and lifts Dominicus up, who slips between his legs and does a boot kick roll to the ass of Dane, sending him through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring.
Lord Dominicus bought himself a moment to breath, holding the ribs, obviously feeling the effects of the kick he just received. Eric gathered himself on the outside, and shook off the fall, knowing it was a minor setback. Turning to enter the ring, Eric grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up - BASEBALL KICK! Dominicus comes barreling at Dane with both feet, smashing him in the chest and face, sending him tumbling backwards into the guard rail! Lord Dominicus lays on the apron, taking a moment to survey the damage, before standing up. LD looks behind him to see Dane holding the rails, and launches himself off the middle rope, springboarding backwards with a high moonsault!
Dane grabs the guard rail and pulls it forward, using LD’s momentum to have him crash chest first on the guard rail and roll backwards into the empty seats near ringside! Fans a few rows back boo the NA Double Crown Champions antics, but others around the arena ‘oooooh’ at the counter! Dane had scouted the cruiserweight champion and baited him into a high risk high reward scenario. Taking no qualms with the environment he created, Dane stepped over the guardrail and threw a chair out of the way as he started brawling with Lord Dominicus through the audience!
Clusters of fans started dispersing as the action headed towards them. Who knows what Gus Arnold would be thinking, as the COVID restrictions were in place for a reason, and here, his two stars were in the thick of the clustered 20% audience, beating the holy hell out of one another. Dane continued knocking Dominicus with punches, and LD fought back the best he could. Holding his chest with his left arm, he wildly swung at Dane, catching him in the jaw, as the two battled towards the first section of bleachers. The referee had foregone the count in the ring, as the match was the main attraction, and he wouldn’t be held accountable for a count out for such a match of this magnitude.
Throwing a knee into Dane, Lord Dominicus grabbed him by the neck, ran up the wall and fell backwards, dropping Dane with a reverse DDT on the pavement! The fans exploded with excitement as the momentum shifted! Lord Dominicus was ginger to get up, Dane was dazed but rolled over. Dominicus kicked Dane in the ribs to return the favor from earlier, and picked him up by the neck and arm, before arm dragging him into the nearby wall near the steps leading up to the next level. Security parted the fans, keeping them at a distance, as Lord Dominicus reached for a beverage from a fan, grabbing it, and pouring it over the mouth area of his mask. Pointing at the cup, LD nods, does a bicep flex, and then runs a knee into Dane’s chest as he sits up against the wall!
Security continues to push the crowd back, as Lord Dominicus heaves Dane up and whips him towards an empty lot of chairs. Dane crashes into them, sending metal folding chairs scattering, and Dominicus follows suit, kicking and stomping the Double Crown Champion as he scrambles to find his feet in the midst of all the chairs. Dane gets up and the two tussle back towards the ringside area, brawling back and forth before Dominicus goes for an irish whip to Dane to the guard rail. Crashing through the unhinged portion they entered the crowd area from, Dane flips the rail over, and Dominicus takes the opportunity to roll into the ring. Rolling back out onto the apron as though he was breaking the count, which the referee looks on confused about. Lord Dominicus stands up on the apron, lining up the shot, as he runs and commits to a flying elbow drop onto Dane who lays on the fallen guard rail!
Both men’s bodies bounce on the guard rail, before laying motionless. The move did about as much damage to Lord Dominicus as it had to Eric Dane, for what it was worth. The referee exited the ring to check on both men, neither of which appeared to be willing to give up, no matter the pain they were in. Dane rolled over off the guard rail and crawled towards the ring apron. Lord Dominicus held his side, doing the same. Eric Dane rolled under the apron first, staggering to his feet. Lord Dominicus followed suit.
Catching Dane with a forearm smash, Lord Dominicus was fighting with one wing, but not letting that stop him as he held the ribs that had been attacked repeatedly throughout this match. Dane took notice and striked with an elbow to the other side, before chopping Lord Dominicus in the throat and delivering a russian leg sweep! Hooking the leg, he went for the cover.
1…
2….
3.
Shoulder shot off the canvas for a near fall! Lord Dominicus could be heard gasping for air as he rolled towards the ring ropes, using them to get up. Dane looked on, wiping the hair out of his face, picking his spot to attack. The predator found his moment and as Dominicus leaned over the second rope Dane planted a knee in his back and drove the air out of him as LD’s ribs and chest bounced on the middle rope! Dane slid off the left side, and let the ropes do the work for him, slingshotting Lord Dominicus into the center of the ring.
Motioning for the end, Eric Dane believed that to have sealed his fate for the win, and wrenched Lord Dominicus to his knees, looking down at him, he says something to him that nobody could hear audibly, but we see right away his intention as he puts a finger into the eye socket of Lord Dominicus’ mask and begins to tear it with his taped fingers. Dominicus fights back, grabbing the wrists of Dane to stop him, however Dane balls up a fist and slugs Lord Dominicus in the forehead! Dominicus’ mask has a quarter size hole in the right eye by his nose, but still not quite visible to the audience. Dane goes back to it, working to unveil “THE REAL” Lord Dominicus as he is known. Dominicus grabs Dane by the waist and falls backwards, sending Dane into the referee, knocking the referee down and out of the ring!
Fans are in pandemonium, at any moment the rest of the Syndicate could come out. There it was, the chance for shenanigans. Seconds went by, Lord Dominicus sat there holding his ribs and touching his face, while Eric Dane stood up, eyeing the downed referee. Rolling from the ring, Dane saw the opportunity, and went for a steel chair near the timekeeper. Grabbing the folding chair with no padding, he slid under the bottom rope with it, and cocked it back, waiting for Lord Dominicus to turn around. Swinging the chair with full force! Lord Dominicus was caught on the top of his head!
SHMACK!
Lord Dominicus paylay kicks the chair into Dane’s face and rocks him! Dane drops the chair as he staggers backwards. Lord Dominicus sees a chance and springs off the second rope, hooking the neck of Dane and driving the skull into the canvas with a tornado DDT! Hooking the leg, Lord Dominicus doesn’t realize the referee is still down and no count is being applied.
Rolling over, he looks around, but doesn’t see the referee and gets up to find him. Dane is groggy, rolling over to his chest as he gazes on to the ringside area. The impact of the chair ringing in Dane’s head as a cut bleeds out above the eyebrow, blood pouring down his face and off his chin.
Lord Dominicus sees the referee on the outside of the ring stirring on the floor. He yells for him to get up, but the referee isn’t quite all there yet. The fans are telling Dominicus to turn around, but it’s too late. The crimson masked Eric Dane clubs him LD in the back of the head, and hoists him up for a stardriver! One knee, two knees, and a third knee, Lord Dominicus reverses and lands on his feet. He shifts his weight, hooking the neck, flipping up and over, hitting the Darkness on Dane onto the chair! Dominicus slides the chair out of the ring just as the referee climbs up to his feet and slides under the bottom rope. Hooking the legs, Lord Dominicus puts all his body weight on the chest of Dane to hold him down as he goes for the pin. The referee slides into position, checking the shoulders.
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3.
Ding ding ding! The bell tolls as ‘The REAL’ Lord Dominicus lets go of Dane’s legs and rolls off of him. Holding his hands to his mask to gesture the sacrifice he’s gone through, he emanates the pride of winning in his hand gestures.
Winner and NEW North American Double Crown Champion: LORD DOMINICUS via the Darkness! (33:24)
--
The fans were on their feet in unison to applaud the man who had just captured the North American Double Crown Championship. Eric Dane's reign of terror was over - at least for tonight. A few tears were shed as some fans identified with Lord Dominicus as the underdog who refused to believe that narrative. The symbol to the masses that if you work hard and believe in yourself, you can accomplish anything.
LD was finally getting to his feet, after soaking in the moment on the mat. As he stood, the referee handed him both the North American Cruiserweight Championship but also the North American Double Crown! The most 'Evil' man in the building was draped in championship gold, and the fans were in approval.
Eric Dane rolled out of the ring, seemingly shocked and still putting the pieces together. A few fans in the front row mocked the former champion and hall of fame, but he ignored it. Dane slow clapped for a moment while maintaining eye contact with the new champion, before walking backwards up the ramp. His near 10 month reign as the top champion in the company had come to an end on this night. and people had to wonder where he might go from here.
Inside of the ring, Lord Dominicus raised both championship belts aloft in each hand.
It was a special moment. What was ahead is always to be determined. We know that Lord Dominicus is set to defend his North American Cruiserweight Championship at the next event. LD is now without question, the biggest target on the roster. Anyone and everyone will be gunning for him. There will be no shortage of worthy challengers.
Before our final fade, we get a look at the ONLY Singles Champion in Northern Pro Wrestling once again. Our camera scans the audience.
YOU DESERVE IT!
YOU DESERVE IT!
YOU DESERVE IT!
LD simply bowed his head, and with the championships in tow, rolled out of the ring to make his way to the backstage area as our show went off the air.
[Cut.]
'LD' has proven to be an impact player from the moment he signed his contract. In short order LD climbed his way to the top, and won the North American Cruiserweight Championship. As he likes to remind everyone, he was once the only singles champion in NPW while the 'NADC' was being competed for. It would take every trick in the book, and a number advantage to secure the victory for Eric Dane over Lord Dominicus at the Lethal Lottery. If not for some good samaritans in the backstage area, Scott Steel might've unwrapped LD's mask in the middle of the ring. Imagine that.
We watch as the highlights from the Lethal Lottery are shown throughout the building - reminding everyone of the significance of this match.
Two Champions.
One Championship Match.
One Winner.
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Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Gaz Maybury vs. Bryan Chase
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Our night of action popped off with an interesting bout between Gaz Maybury and Bryan Chase. Chase was the talk of Northern Pro at the tail end of 2020, but has been MIA at times since, In the lead up to this contest, Chase appeared to be focused and ready to compete. He would need to be, as Gaz has the experience to take anyone out proof of which could be found in his debut when he made short work of his opponents.
Contrast of styles held the audience captivated as Chase looked to take his act to the air, while Gaz wanted to slow the pace down and use his size and strength to his advantage. A suicide dive from Chase onto Maybury is what prompted the match to expand on the outside of the ring. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Maybury showed off a solid chin in the sense he was able to bounce back after hitting the ground hard, which was followed up with a few stiff european uppercuts as well.
Maybury shook it off, and slammed Chase' head onto the apron before irish whipping him into the steel guardrail. Maybury rolled under the bottom rope to break the count, and rolled back outside to continue as this was the type of contest that would stir the pot, and set the tone for the evening. Lots of palpable tension in the arena.
Chase proved he was up for a messy battle, and seemed the flourish where others might've folded. His guts and willingness to push forward against the larger opponent, and not bat an eye brought the fans to their feet.
Both men seemed to lose track of the situation, as the referee counted them down on the outside in the midst of a furious exchange of strikes.
GAZ!
CHASE!
GAZ!
CHASE!
GAZ!
CHASE!
WHOOOOOO!!!
SMACK!
The roar of the crowd was enough to drown out the referee's ten count. Before anyone was the wiser, the time keeper was ringing the bell and the referee was calling the match a double count out. The two men could continue to battle, and both received hero level responses from the crowd.
After a few more spirited minutes of brawling, a few of NPW finest officials made their way out from the back to separate the two of them. The fans cheered them both on, and it was as if both of them had earned the respect of the crowd in that very instant.
Cut.
--
Outside.
Around back.
Load-in was finished hours ago and the ring and entire set has been put together for the better part of the afternoon, but you know how these things go. All the way up to and through the show tonight engineers and other crew would scurry in and out of the building. The logistics of putting on a somewhat regular live wrestling television event are baffling and it takes all of this and then some to get it done week in and week out.
It is amid this chaos that the classic stretch Lincoln Navigator pulls around the back and parks right near the back entrance to the Powerade Center. Though the windows are tinted what looks like a doubleplus illegal shade of black it’s no secret as to who the yacht of a luxury truck belongs to as the vanity plates read SND1C4T for all to see.
As this land yacht comes to a halt upon the shores of the arena, the first man to breach the beach so to speak is of course the avatar of brute force. The type of man to wear sunglasses at night, a borderline perfect mullet of blonde curls spills down the nape of his neck over the spikes on his leather vest. Though he is not wrestling this evening, Scott Steel is ready for action, his tag team title is handed to him which he slings over his shoulder metal side down.
No one in their right mind is going to tell the mountain how to wear a title belt.
Next out is Jesse Jamester.
Sporting his Potato Thunder Champions of the World T-shirt, a black and green logo with cartoon-esque versions of Scott and Jesse crashing through a wall with thunder around the text. The Dragonball Z style animated characters were a big hit for the merch and the Syndicate were cashing in.
Jesse steps out and with his Imperial crown tag team title, draping it over his shoulder and pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes. The look of the evening was all business, a somber black attire that screamed Johnny Cash.
The last man out is the NPW Champion himself. As usual he’s suited and booted, tonight in the kind of mint green and cream white suit that makes you scratch your butt and wind your clock trying to figure out if you love it or hate it. He doffs a pair of Maybach sunshades that cost roughly the same as it would to get Scott Steel a brain transplant and pulls his North American Double Crown title belt out of the truck and affixes it properly over his own shoulder.
The three men stand in the official entrance area, all of the gold that will ever matter in NPW glittering in the low evening sunset. Each man looks at the other. Some nods are exchanged, and Scott moves forward leading the procession of the straws that really stir the drink, so to speak.
The shot lingers on them and then fades swiftly inside.
--
Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
The Wrecking Crew vs. The Celtic Club
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Two of the most talked about teams in Northern Pro Wrestling were set for battle. The Syndicate now reign at the top of the division, which brings a whole new dynamic to this contest, as both teams could find themselves staring down a future championship opportunity. With John Cavanagh holding a future championship match in his back pocket as an added element, the stakes in this contest felt massive.
The Wrecking Crew have scored some serious victories over all of the top teams in NPW, and one would deduce would be on the door step of a championship match. Jay Stevens has been the defacto heart and soul of the company, whether he realizes it or not. That makes him a massive target, and The Celtic Club have certainly taken notice. The Wildcard in this match was Andy Donohue - the muscle's muscle was an impressive figure to behold. In true Mafia Don type fashion, John was at ringside keeping a close distance, but also present to flex is muscle and use intimidation to their advantage. The gesture didn't sit well with Stevens, who took exception.
Jay vowed to be a little nastier going forward, feeling as though he didn't push it to the limit against Eron Hunter in the finals of the CWC, and is said to have been very hard on himself in the wake of the finals. If the Wrecking Crew's last outing was any indication, Stevens and Neal look as cohesive as ever, and are willing to muck it up if the opportunity presents itself.
Jordan Neal and Andy Donohue matched strength, before Andy seemed to take control with a few swift in and out tags with Trigger. Without having seen them on NPW programming, the audience could still see that The Celtic Club duo were and are very much aligned. John Cav looks on proudly, as this 'debut' within the promotion was going well. Neal would fight back and make the hot tag to Jay, and as per usual, the young grappler excelled.
Can't Miss Prospect isn't exactly the type of description one could give Jay at this point. He's here, he's ready and he's the present. Jay took Trigger down and was about to apply his single leg crab submission, when Donohue hit the ring and blindsided him with a spear. This prompted Neal to get into the ring and all four men were slugging it out. John Cav was on the apron directing traffic and telling the referee that he needed to usher Neal out of the ring. The Wrecking Crew were able to shed their opponents like dirty laundry and stand tall in the middle of the ring, as the fans sent their best applause their way.
The leader was then able to gift a few more words of encouragement to his men while the referee counted to ten. Trigger nodded, and rolled into the ring. Trigger pointed to the referee and said that Neal was the legal man, which Jay denied, but said if he wanted to test himself against Neal,he would be happy to oblige.
Once the tag happened, John Cav circled and started jawing with Jay from the outside. The tension between the two leaders of their respective factions took attention away from what was going on inside of the ring. A low blow from Trigger, and a double power bomb by him and Andy followed.
1..
2..
NO!
Jay left his post at ringside and decided to get into it with John Cav a bit more, as two of the biggest stars in the company jawed away, our imaginations began to run wild about potential future matches between the two.
Meanwhile. Andy Donohue picked Jordan Neal up and hit him with the Irish Car Bomb!
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3!
Winners: The Celtic Club via Irish Car Bomb on Neal. (13:12)
The Celtic Club gathered together to celebrate a very key victory for them in Andy's debut. Jay looked on and seemed frustrated that the Wrecking Crew had suffered their first loss as a team - but he knew they would have many more opportunities to earn some revenge against the Celtic Club - who have been quietly climbing the ladder and earning more and more power as they do.
--
[Gus Arnold's office.]
Joseph Mack enters, and Gus waves him inside as if expecting him. Mack isn't alone.]
["The Professional" Leon Van Zandt.]
Gus nods in Leon's direction as the Belgian warrior stands tall. Perhaps Leon's foray into the teaching at The Warehouse as a guest went well.
Gus: "I'm glad you could you make it."
Mack: "Of course. What's up Gus?"
Gus: "A lot of time, planning and hardwork has gone into tonight's event. We're streaming this LIVE all over North American and the UK. Our two singles champions are set to collide in a match for the ages, and it's the talk of the wrestling world."
Gus looks at Mack, and then Leon.
Gus: "I've known Eric Dane for ages. I know what he's capable of. I can't leave anything to chance tonight. This main event needs to go off without a hitch."
Gus' tone of voice changes.
Gus: "It can't turn into some clusterfuck. A joke. A scenario where the Syndicate take control of the ringside area and make things 3 against 1."
Mack: "You don't have to say another word. I went through it first hand, and I know exactly how it feels to have an opportunity to become the North American Double Crown Champion be taken away from you."
Mack looks over at Leon who hasn't said a word, but his body language expels enough communication.
Mack: "Leon and I will keep an eye on Scott Steel and Jesse Jamester."
Gus: "Thank you both. I appreciate it."
Gus nods, as Mack and LVZ exit his office.
[Cut.]
--
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Eron Hunter vs. 'The Canadian Heart Throb' Jonnie Valentine
--
“Long Walk Home” by Howl Trance rips over the PA system of the Powerade Center of Mississauga, Ontario. From the curtains appeared the fastest rising cruiser weight in Northern Pro Wrestling, Eron Hunter. With recent success at the 3rd Annual Cruiserweight Cup, and a hard fought battle with the XHF Cruiserweight Champion Myojin, Eron was the must see attraction as of late. The Heir of Altitude was looking primed for the fight tonight as he entered the ring.
“MmBop” by Hanson played next. Jonnie jogs down to the ring, slapping fans hands, doing a full lap around the front row. He finds an old lady or geeky teen singing his theme song, and he sings along with them. He pulls on the top rope to vault inside the ring and does the double guns to the crowd.
The early goings were a counter palooza, each man looking to take the early advantage and giving up nothing as they went from tie up to wrist lock, arm drags, to hip tosses, into pin combinations that were reversed and countered to other pin combinations. Eventually leading to both men at a stand still, and the crowd in attendance giving them an ovation.
Valentine with the early jump as he side blinded Hunter with a running elbow smash. Lifting him from the canvas, Valentine showed his size advantage by overpowering Hunter and throwing him into the corner, rushing him with shoulder thrusts before putting him on the top turnbuckle. Valentine ascended and attempted the superplex but Eron Hunter countered with elbows, knocking Jonnie Valentine off the turnbuckle. A diving missile dropkick hit the mark and sent Jonnie Valentine rolling across the ring and under the bottom rope to the outside.
As the referee checked on Valentine from inside the ring, Hunter rebounded from the ropes and flipped over the top rope launching himself onto the rising Valentine! The super hero antics would pay off, as all his body weight crashed down on Valentine. Rolling under the bottom rope, Hunter regained his composure, as the referee began the count out on Valentine.
By the count of 8, Jonnie had found his footing and rolled back into the ring. Hunter waited for him to gain his balance before chopping away at the man like a lumberjack; kicks and strikes with such aggression and focus, that Valentine began to crumble to his knees. Hunter bounced off the ropes and leaped in the air for a shining wizard! Valentine rose in time to leap above his opponent’s knees and clothesline the upper body of Hunter - folding him like an accordion!
The move changed the tide of the match, as Jonnie Valentine went on the offense. Delivering a plethora of strikes on the legs of Eron Hunter, focusing on the right knee. His game plan was simple, ground the aerial assault, and leave his opponent unable to stand. Valentine picked apart the Cruiserweight Cup champion, all the while strutting his stuff as the Canadian Heartthrob.
A picture perfect missile dropkick from the top rope, and Jonnie was golf clapping to the audience. His demeanor was self-absorbed, yet his approach methodical. Jonnie takes a moment to relish his work, heaving Hunter up to his feet from under the armpits, and smacking him in the face with disrespect. Hunter looks helpless, about to collapse, and Valentine sees his moment to finish it. Wrapping him up for a suplex, Valentine hoists Hunter into the air, and is caught with a sharp knee to the forehead for his efforts!
Another knee! Hunter drifts behind Valentine and leaps to the second turnbuckle, flipping backwards and moonsaulting onto a turning Valentine! The momentum carries him into a pinfall, two count, Valentine kicks out with authority! Both men get to their feet, seeking to find their final straw to break the proverbial camel’s back of the other. Valentine goes for a toe kick, Hunter counters, spinning him around and delivering a spinning wheel kick to the nose!
Valentine stumbles into the ropes, rebounds back with authority, angrier than before! His rage a heat seeking missile as he rushes Hunter, who basement dropkicks him in the knees, sending Valentine to hit the canvas. A springboard from the ropes turns into a leg drop, and Eron Hunter floats like a cloud as he gets height, causing the impact to be even stronger! Hunter covers him again, but a stern two count and Valentine gets the shoulder up!
Hunter looks at the top rope, slaps his knee, and feels it in him. He grabs Valentine by the neck, lifts him and goes for a tiger driver, but Valentine flips him over with a reversal. Stomping the back of Hunter before he can get up, Valentine is no longer looking to just win, but mame, and he goes for the head, one kick, two, and the third misses as Hunter rolls out of the way onto the apron. Valentine shakes his head, rushes the ropes to knee Hunter, but he jumps up, planting a shin in the side of Valentine’s head! Staggering Valentine backwards. Hunter leaps to the top rope, springboarding at Valentine, hurricanrana twisting into a pin!
Hunter hooks the legs with both arms, putting the full weight of his body on the chest of Valentine as he does.
1…
2…
3…..
As the three count is confirmed, Valentine kicks out, but not in time! The bell rings, signaling the end of the match as the referee makes the gesture with 3 fingers to Valentine who looks up with shock. A breath of a second late, he was that close to still being in this.
Winner by springboard hurricarana, Eron Hunter! (13:58)
Eron rolls out of the ring as Valentine kicks the ropes, disagreeing with the referees call that it was three. Irate at the decision, Jonnie Valentine shakes the ropes, showing the exact opposite of his Heartthrob persona. Eron Hunter doesn’t look back until he reaches the top of the ramp. The fans cheering him on as the referee raises his arm one last time at the top of the ramp.
Eron nods to Valentine, not in disrespect, but to let him know he too knows it was that close. Seeing Valentine in the ring having a tantrum, Eron shakes his head, it was a good match, one he was proud of. Turning to go through the curtain, the camera pans in to get one final push on Eron’s face before THWACK!
A steel chair comes swinging through the curtain drilling Eron Hunter flat to the steel ramp. Out steps Jesse Jamester.
The Sydicate’s hitman holds the chair in his hand. Unfolding it, he sets it up so the bar runs over Eron’s throat, and he proceeds to sit backwards on the chair, looking down at Hunter who gasps for breath.
Jesse Jamester: This is your warning. Nobody disrespects me.
Spitting in the face of Eron Hunter, Jesse sits a bit longer, as referees pour out from the back and separate the two, trying to pull Jesse up - but he stands up and leaves on his own accord. Valentine looks on from the ring with a smirk. He may have lost, but Valentine had the last laugh.
--
[March 30th.]
[The Rematch.]
[The North American Cruiserweight Championship.]
[Champion vs. Challenger.]
["The Real" Lord Dominicus.]
[VS.]
[Former Co-Holder of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships.]
[Niko.]
[20 Minute Draw at the Cruiserweight Cup.]
[Who Will Emerge Victorious?]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
--
Tag Team Match
30 Minute Time Limit
The Dark Novas vs. Kirsty Mckinney & Isabel Rios
--
[Backstage.]
Isabel Rios rounded the corner looking to make her way toward the ring
[The Dark Novas.]
WHAM!!!
Rios was blindsided in a 2 on 1 attack.
"You will respect Our Lord!"
WHAM!!!!
Rios was doing her best to cover up, but after being whipped into a large metal dumpster, she was trying to get the wind back in her sails. As Rios would try to pick herself up off the ground, she was met with kicks, stomps and shots to the ribs.
The Dark Novas laughed, as they had Rios dead to rights. They executed a double bulldog on Rios!
[Referees!]
The referee's looked to interject, but this is where Kono and Niko appeared out of the shadows and started laying waste to anyone who dared get involved.
"If you disrespect our lord, you disrespect who we are"
Complete and utter carnage.
[Kirsty McKinney.]
Rios' partner was headed towards the ring as well, and saw what was happening and dove into the fray with reckless abandon. Kirsty showed great fighting spirit and loyalty to a fellow competitor that she wrestled just a month earlier for the Amazon's Championship.
McKinney had Commandrix and Termanatrix reeling, but the numbers eventually got to her. It's worth noting that Niko and Kono didn't get involved, and seemed willing to let the women sort out their issues on their own.
"I told her not to get involved."
[Holy Shit.]
[Jeff Andrews.]
As Jeff approached, he was trying to pull Kirsty out of harm's way, when The Dark Stars made it clear that he needed to back away or else. Andrews didn't take kindly to the threat, and made it clear he was willing to stand up for himself if they wanted to get their hands dirty.
Before anything could happen, Rios was making her comeback, and was somehow able to shake to cobwebs and take the fight back to Commandrix. Terminatrix was locked up with McKinney, and the brawl continued!
We could hear the fans roaring from the arena, hoping the action would spill out into the arena where they could get a closer look.
The next set of referee's hit the scene and tried to break things up. This time, with Jeff Andrews there - Niko and Kono decided not to get involved. In fact, they felt it was time to back away once again as they had delivered their message, and put a hurting on their targets.
*Whistle*
The Dark Novas land their final shots, before backing away in sequence like the trained warriors that they are. Rios was fighting hard, but worse for ware. Kirsty was just getting warmed up, but had some colouring starting to form around her cheeks. Andrews walked over to his student and did his best to encourage her, eventhcugh it appears as though he might've advised her to stay out of the attack.
Kirsty made sure to check on Rios, and once she knew she was OK - the two exchanged a fist bump.
The Attack served it's purpose, as forced Mckinney and Rios to react, as opposed to acting.
Something tells me this one is far form over.
Cut.
--
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Roxylishus makes her way down the ramp, she poses on the ring apron and enters the ring, a mic in hand.]
Roxylishus : Once upon a time, there was a little furball called Primal. He was the cutest little Gizmo. Adored by all. Then, as he grew bigger and stronger, and boy, is he strong now. Anyone who can go toe to toe with Sir Winsalot is a real He-Man.
[Roxy struts around the ring while she is talking, description peoples.]
Anyway, as he grew bigger and stronger, he grew uglier and hairier (she says it in repugnance) and became the disgusting creature we see today.
Then, he thought he could give people gifts, to make up for his hideous’euosness (She smiles thinking this is now a word) and that we would all live happily ever after.
Well Primal. The fairytale may just come true for you. Because, as my therapist keeps telling me, looks aren’t everything.
[She looks shocked to be saying so.]
Strength is what matters most in this world, and you are the only match Timeless has ever met in that department.
To topple the Syndicate. We realise we can’t do it alone. Sure Timeless is ten times the man that Dane is, but with JJ and Steel behind his back, we need numbers. We saw when we teamed with J Mac and LD to form Team Timeless we easily defeated them.
[Suck on that grin to the camera for the Syndicate.]
Now it is clear to see you are bigger and stronger than LD and J Mac. So, we have a proposal. Timeless wants to band together with you and together WE (she coo’s) can destroy the Syndicate!
[Roxylishus smiles, a seductive ‘take me’ smile.]
What do you say Primal? Come on out!
[Primal comes out on the rampway……………
: "Well isn’t this a fun turn of events. What I’m hearing is … you need me. It’s almost hilarious. I mean it’s correct, you do need me. I’m the biggest hidden secret in NPW. Overlooked and underappreciated. I could be the Double Crown Champ if I so cared. But … you seem to have this situation confused. I am not here to be used. I’m here to do what I want. And you haven’t yet shown me anything to make it worth my while. Why would I help you … when you have yet to appreciate my hidden talents hmm? Three gifts I made you. I styled my hair up for you. I stole attention from that hilarious painting at that fucking gala. And all you can do is come up with using me to stick it to the Syndicate and give Timeless the legitimacy he seems to desire. Maybe you should make it worth my while ……"*He licks his lips and laughs … and pulls the triple extra large bikini top from his loincloth and holds it out as if he is going to walk it to her.]
[From the back Timeless appears and waylays Primal from behind. He beats him down and then powerbombs him off the stage. Primal though makes it back to his feet and Timeless is shocked and staring at him getting back up and can’t believe it, the two start exchanging blows and Timeless’ are having NO EFFECT on Primal!]
[Primal gorilla presses Timeless up over his head and goes to throw him on the safety railing but Roxylishus is down there now and nails a low blow from behind.]
[Timeless and Roxy stomp away on Primal and he shakes it off, ‘hulking up’ back to his feet and Primal and Timeless start exchanging punches, they are brawling all over the joint and here comes security, about twenty of them and they break it up and separate the pair, Roxylishus picks up the home made hair bra and hurls it at Primal and she and Timeless storm to the back as security restrain Primal.]
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Main Event
North American Double Crown Championship
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No Time Limit
'The Only Star' Eric Dane vs. 'The REAL' Lord Dominicus
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Northern Pro Wrestling’s audience rose to their feet for the highly anticipated main event of the evening. Electricity filled the arena as fans shot up to see the North American Cruiserweight Champion Lord Dominicus come out, dressed in his full suited dark black and silver lined attire. The masked villain of pure evil was relishing the glow of the strobe lights and spotlight that featured his best attributes. Taking his time to get to the ring, he sported his North American Cruiserweight title around his waist with pride, a crowning jewel of the accomplishments he had achieved in Northern Pro Wrestling. The lights returned to normal, and Lord Dominicus took to his corner.
A polarizing entrance followed. The audience in an upheaval over the most controversial star in all of Northern Pro history. The North American Double Crown Champion stepped out between the parted curtains, sporting the championship draped over his shoulder. The Only Starr was the most hated man in wrestling some would say, and for good reason. While Eric Dane did not shy away from his rumored fables of being the dirtiest wrestler to step in the squared circle, he certainly prided himself on the opportunity he created each and every time he made an appearance. A steady pace to the ring, and the walk up the steps onto the apron, Eric Dane raised his head to the crowd, closing his eyes, and holding his arms out, letting the fans see what a champion was all about. Minding no business to his opponent, he stepped between the ropes and took to the center of the ring, letting his demeanor speak for itself.
The stage was set. Both men presented their respective championship titles to the referee, and were patted down, as the referee laid out the rules. Eric Dane in the left corner, sporting his black long tights and a heir of confidence that most could recognize from his time in Northern Pro. In the right corner, Lord Dominicus, masked with the black mantis style provado that was sweeping the faces of many children in the audience. Two champions, one match to determine the true champion of Northern Pro Wrestling - all bets were placed, as the bell rang.
Eric Dane looked on at Lord Dominicus with daggers for eyes, eyeing up the man who had gone above and beyond to piss him off, to push him over the edge in the weeks leading up to this. Though his eyes showed the same intensity of rocket fuel before a launch at NASA, he vetted his opponent into his game. This was his ring, as the top champion of NPW, his place was here in between the ropes. Lord Dominicus’s face on the other hand was as unreadable as brail to a toddler. Hidden behind his mask, he had one advantage in this opening moment, if he had any emotion, it was unknown. Dane would force the start by circling the ring, fingers taped, elbow pad slapped, he would go in for the tie up, Lord Dominicus reciprocating with an elbow and collar tie up, quickly shoved back into his corner!
Dane titled his head as he watched Lord Dominicus hold the ropes, the strength display was not one Lord Dominicus would be winning with Dane. Six foot four inches, two hundred and thirty pounds of grizzled veteran grit, Eric Dane was all man, and he was going to show Lord Dominicus exactly why he was the Only Starr. Motioning for Dominicus to rejoin him in the center of the ring, Dane paused, prepared, but not budging. Lord Dominicus approached and went for another tie up, yet slipped behind Dane with quickness, shin kicking the back of Dane’s thigh, before ducking the rebounding elbow strike and planting his own knee into Dane’s gut.
Quickness, agility, these were the traits Lord Dominicus possessed. Giving up a fifty pound weight difference and four inches in height, he would rely on his cruiserweight star making arsenal of manuevers and feline-like speed and balance to pressure Dane into spots he was uncomfortable in. But was that possible? As the knee landed, Dominicus looked up to Dane who stared right back at him, no-selling the strike and headbutting Dominicus. Followed by the brawling fists of a boxer, Dane jabbed Dominicus twice before uppercutting him into the corner he started in. Trapping Dominicus in the right hand corner would prove helpful. Dane took his time picking at the body with heavy blows, before Irish whipping Dominicus to the other corner, following right behind to deliver a body avalanche clothesline, and holding onto his masked head to land a stiff bulldog into the middle of the ring.
Rolling Dominicus over, he planted his elbow firmly into the mask as he covered the Cruiserweight champ for a one and half count. Dominicus shoots a shoulder up and pushes Dane off. The two reach their feet and no time is wasted, as Dane toe kicks Dominicus, going for the gut to off balance his opponent. A heavy forearm to the back of his neck, Dane hooks it and plants the dome of Lord Dominicus into the canvas like a land dart! Straight up and down, Lord Dominicus' head stands on the mat before falling over like a christmas tree waiting to be wrapped up for the holiday hike home.
Dane rolls over and locks on a wristlock, using it to bring Dominicus to his feet, he steps on the back of Dominicus knee, and cross checks him in the chin with a shin! Still holding the wristlock tight, Dane wrenches the arm again, and returns Dominicus face first to the canvas before stepping on him and raising his hands in the air, gloating of the pure control he exudes over the cruiserweight. Stepping off him, he delivers a kick to the ribs, causing LD to roll towards the ring ropes. Dane goes to grab him by the neck and lifts Dominicus up, who slips between his legs and does a boot kick roll to the ass of Dane, sending him through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring.
Lord Dominicus bought himself a moment to breath, holding the ribs, obviously feeling the effects of the kick he just received. Eric gathered himself on the outside, and shook off the fall, knowing it was a minor setback. Turning to enter the ring, Eric grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up - BASEBALL KICK! Dominicus comes barreling at Dane with both feet, smashing him in the chest and face, sending him tumbling backwards into the guard rail! Lord Dominicus lays on the apron, taking a moment to survey the damage, before standing up. LD looks behind him to see Dane holding the rails, and launches himself off the middle rope, springboarding backwards with a high moonsault!
Dane grabs the guard rail and pulls it forward, using LD’s momentum to have him crash chest first on the guard rail and roll backwards into the empty seats near ringside! Fans a few rows back boo the NA Double Crown Champions antics, but others around the arena ‘oooooh’ at the counter! Dane had scouted the cruiserweight champion and baited him into a high risk high reward scenario. Taking no qualms with the environment he created, Dane stepped over the guardrail and threw a chair out of the way as he started brawling with Lord Dominicus through the audience!
Clusters of fans started dispersing as the action headed towards them. Who knows what Gus Arnold would be thinking, as the COVID restrictions were in place for a reason, and here, his two stars were in the thick of the clustered 20% audience, beating the holy hell out of one another. Dane continued knocking Dominicus with punches, and LD fought back the best he could. Holding his chest with his left arm, he wildly swung at Dane, catching him in the jaw, as the two battled towards the first section of bleachers. The referee had foregone the count in the ring, as the match was the main attraction, and he wouldn’t be held accountable for a count out for such a match of this magnitude.
Throwing a knee into Dane, Lord Dominicus grabbed him by the neck, ran up the wall and fell backwards, dropping Dane with a reverse DDT on the pavement! The fans exploded with excitement as the momentum shifted! Lord Dominicus was ginger to get up, Dane was dazed but rolled over. Dominicus kicked Dane in the ribs to return the favor from earlier, and picked him up by the neck and arm, before arm dragging him into the nearby wall near the steps leading up to the next level. Security parted the fans, keeping them at a distance, as Lord Dominicus reached for a beverage from a fan, grabbing it, and pouring it over the mouth area of his mask. Pointing at the cup, LD nods, does a bicep flex, and then runs a knee into Dane’s chest as he sits up against the wall!
Security continues to push the crowd back, as Lord Dominicus heaves Dane up and whips him towards an empty lot of chairs. Dane crashes into them, sending metal folding chairs scattering, and Dominicus follows suit, kicking and stomping the Double Crown Champion as he scrambles to find his feet in the midst of all the chairs. Dane gets up and the two tussle back towards the ringside area, brawling back and forth before Dominicus goes for an irish whip to Dane to the guard rail. Crashing through the unhinged portion they entered the crowd area from, Dane flips the rail over, and Dominicus takes the opportunity to roll into the ring. Rolling back out onto the apron as though he was breaking the count, which the referee looks on confused about. Lord Dominicus stands up on the apron, lining up the shot, as he runs and commits to a flying elbow drop onto Dane who lays on the fallen guard rail!
Both men’s bodies bounce on the guard rail, before laying motionless. The move did about as much damage to Lord Dominicus as it had to Eric Dane, for what it was worth. The referee exited the ring to check on both men, neither of which appeared to be willing to give up, no matter the pain they were in. Dane rolled over off the guard rail and crawled towards the ring apron. Lord Dominicus held his side, doing the same. Eric Dane rolled under the apron first, staggering to his feet. Lord Dominicus followed suit.
Catching Dane with a forearm smash, Lord Dominicus was fighting with one wing, but not letting that stop him as he held the ribs that had been attacked repeatedly throughout this match. Dane took notice and striked with an elbow to the other side, before chopping Lord Dominicus in the throat and delivering a russian leg sweep! Hooking the leg, he went for the cover.
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Shoulder shot off the canvas for a near fall! Lord Dominicus could be heard gasping for air as he rolled towards the ring ropes, using them to get up. Dane looked on, wiping the hair out of his face, picking his spot to attack. The predator found his moment and as Dominicus leaned over the second rope Dane planted a knee in his back and drove the air out of him as LD’s ribs and chest bounced on the middle rope! Dane slid off the left side, and let the ropes do the work for him, slingshotting Lord Dominicus into the center of the ring.
Motioning for the end, Eric Dane believed that to have sealed his fate for the win, and wrenched Lord Dominicus to his knees, looking down at him, he says something to him that nobody could hear audibly, but we see right away his intention as he puts a finger into the eye socket of Lord Dominicus’ mask and begins to tear it with his taped fingers. Dominicus fights back, grabbing the wrists of Dane to stop him, however Dane balls up a fist and slugs Lord Dominicus in the forehead! Dominicus’ mask has a quarter size hole in the right eye by his nose, but still not quite visible to the audience. Dane goes back to it, working to unveil “THE REAL” Lord Dominicus as he is known. Dominicus grabs Dane by the waist and falls backwards, sending Dane into the referee, knocking the referee down and out of the ring!
Fans are in pandemonium, at any moment the rest of the Syndicate could come out. There it was, the chance for shenanigans. Seconds went by, Lord Dominicus sat there holding his ribs and touching his face, while Eric Dane stood up, eyeing the downed referee. Rolling from the ring, Dane saw the opportunity, and went for a steel chair near the timekeeper. Grabbing the folding chair with no padding, he slid under the bottom rope with it, and cocked it back, waiting for Lord Dominicus to turn around. Swinging the chair with full force! Lord Dominicus was caught on the top of his head!
SHMACK!
Lord Dominicus paylay kicks the chair into Dane’s face and rocks him! Dane drops the chair as he staggers backwards. Lord Dominicus sees a chance and springs off the second rope, hooking the neck of Dane and driving the skull into the canvas with a tornado DDT! Hooking the leg, Lord Dominicus doesn’t realize the referee is still down and no count is being applied.
Rolling over, he looks around, but doesn’t see the referee and gets up to find him. Dane is groggy, rolling over to his chest as he gazes on to the ringside area. The impact of the chair ringing in Dane’s head as a cut bleeds out above the eyebrow, blood pouring down his face and off his chin.
Lord Dominicus sees the referee on the outside of the ring stirring on the floor. He yells for him to get up, but the referee isn’t quite all there yet. The fans are telling Dominicus to turn around, but it’s too late. The crimson masked Eric Dane clubs him LD in the back of the head, and hoists him up for a stardriver! One knee, two knees, and a third knee, Lord Dominicus reverses and lands on his feet. He shifts his weight, hooking the neck, flipping up and over, hitting the Darkness on Dane onto the chair! Dominicus slides the chair out of the ring just as the referee climbs up to his feet and slides under the bottom rope. Hooking the legs, Lord Dominicus puts all his body weight on the chest of Dane to hold him down as he goes for the pin. The referee slides into position, checking the shoulders.
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Ding ding ding! The bell tolls as ‘The REAL’ Lord Dominicus lets go of Dane’s legs and rolls off of him. Holding his hands to his mask to gesture the sacrifice he’s gone through, he emanates the pride of winning in his hand gestures.
Winner and NEW North American Double Crown Champion: LORD DOMINICUS via the Darkness! (33:24)
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The fans were on their feet in unison to applaud the man who had just captured the North American Double Crown Championship. Eric Dane's reign of terror was over - at least for tonight. A few tears were shed as some fans identified with Lord Dominicus as the underdog who refused to believe that narrative. The symbol to the masses that if you work hard and believe in yourself, you can accomplish anything.
LD was finally getting to his feet, after soaking in the moment on the mat. As he stood, the referee handed him both the North American Cruiserweight Championship but also the North American Double Crown! The most 'Evil' man in the building was draped in championship gold, and the fans were in approval.
Eric Dane rolled out of the ring, seemingly shocked and still putting the pieces together. A few fans in the front row mocked the former champion and hall of fame, but he ignored it. Dane slow clapped for a moment while maintaining eye contact with the new champion, before walking backwards up the ramp. His near 10 month reign as the top champion in the company had come to an end on this night. and people had to wonder where he might go from here.
Inside of the ring, Lord Dominicus raised both championship belts aloft in each hand.
It was a special moment. What was ahead is always to be determined. We know that Lord Dominicus is set to defend his North American Cruiserweight Championship at the next event. LD is now without question, the biggest target on the roster. Anyone and everyone will be gunning for him. There will be no shortage of worthy challengers.
Before our final fade, we get a look at the ONLY Singles Champion in Northern Pro Wrestling once again. Our camera scans the audience.
YOU DESERVE IT!
YOU DESERVE IT!
YOU DESERVE IT!
LD simply bowed his head, and with the championships in tow, rolled out of the ring to make his way to the backstage area as our show went off the air.
[Cut.]
