Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:40:20 GMT -5
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.]
[Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.]
Timeless : I got passion in my pants and i ain’t afraid to show it.
Crowd : I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless : No (holding his hand up to block them) You’re not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
[In the ring we see a stand and a big sheet hanging over whatever is on the stand covering it.]
Timeless : Last week we saw that runt Little D do the unthinkable. He defeated Eric Dane and captured the Double Crown. With his Cruiserweight belt, I guess that makes him a Triple Crown Champion. Or something.
Bravo. Congratulations.
I do not speak lightly when I say that is some accomplishment.
But you had to go and sully it, didn’t you? You want to have some Gala and parade around like a fucking fool with stupid paintings. You want to go out of your way and make it known the world is invited except for Sir Winsalot and the chump.
In some circles, that’s called exclusion. Bullying perhaps?
Shrinks could write a novel on the shit.
To me, it’s another day at the office.
Remember Dane offering an open challenge to the world EXCPET ME also? How original.
Even back in High School the parents of my teammates tried to have me removed from our team. Called me a hog and a glory hound, said it wasn’t fair their little Billy didn’t get to take them shots only I could sink. Then what happened when I sat out the first half of the final game on the bench? And they were 30 points down, they all were screaming to me “where am I?”
Fickle insecure turds. That’s who exclude others to prance around
Well Jack! Dylan may be dumb enough to buy that hack painting you commissioned, but I! I have commissioned MY OWN PAINTING! A true masterpiece the likes of only a Leonardo Da Vinci could produce. A Michelangelo or Rembrandt!
Roxylishus, show us the goods!
[Roxylishus saunters around the painting, then dramatically unveils it ripping the sheet off, it’s not all we wish she was unveiling. It truly is a masterpiece, Timeless looking like a gift from the heavens in it.]
This! Litte D! Is true art! This is a true champion! Not some 180 pound string bean.
This …
[Timeless is interrupted as *"Am I Savage" by Metallica hits the PA. The lights dim and mist forms around the ramp. The tron shows images of a deep dense jungle slowly being traversed and ends up on an image of Primal's hideous mask. His "true face". Primal slowly slinks out of the back and to the stage as the heavy riffs kick in. He looks around until the lyrics start then he lets out a growl and spits on the stage then walks with purpose to the ring where he rolls under the ropes and to his knees. He looks around in pity at the humans who watch him, decked in the horrid trappings of this false "civilization". He stalks the ring and stands face to face with Timeless, a long dramatic stare down, then, he turns from Timeless to Roxylishus.]
[Primal laughs in her face. He walks to the timekeeper and asks for something and is handed another artwork ... it's made of hair and is shaped like a famous painting! Primal gives Roxy the 'Vile-truvian Man-beast."]
Primal: I believe you owe the art museum ten g's little lady. You WON this after all! That money was going to help all the animals. Isn't that what you civilized folk like? Helping the animals and getting masterworks of art? And of course ... my cut for the artwork. I believe I'm entitled to 25% of that bid.
Roxylishus : What the heck is THIS? I didn’t make any bid on THIS!
Primal : Oh but you did. I arrived to the gala and set up my own art hall at the behest of my good friend the manager. I told him to auction off my masterwork for charity as well but only to someone who DIDN'T win the main attraction and no more than 10k. After all, I'm not greedy! I did tip him off to be on the lookout for the art connoisseur with the G's in her pocket ... and her shirt.
Roxylishus : You can’t just decide that my bids for one thing will be transferred to another. It may work like that in the caves where you crawled out from, but here in the real world, U Uh! I don’t think so
Primal : We don't want to get the authorities involved for art theft do we? They're gonna LOVE you in prison ... you open to ... conjugal visits?
[Timeless has seen and heard enough, he grabs his painting and with one foul swing smashes it to smithereens over the head of Primal. Primal doesn’t go down though and is standing there the painting around him. He growls at Timeless and Timeless’ eyes go wide open in shock, he then see’s the painting is restricting Primal and he starts wailing away on him with a bevy of left and right hand punches. Primal shakes them off and starts hulking up, he headbutts Timeless and sends him to the mat. He then like the incredible hulk flings the painting off of him.]
[Low blow by Roxylishus fells Primal. Timeless starts stomping away on Primal and Roxy joins in. Timeless then picks up Primal and delivers a perfect Falcon Arrow, ontop of the painting debris. Roxy and Timeless then swagger around the ring, pleased as punch with themselves, BUT PRIMAL GETS RIGHT BACK UP! He hobbles for a moment holding his jewels before he sees red and seems to block out the pain.]
[Primal running spears the both off them. A double Spear!]
[Primal holds the broken painting above his head and the crowd roar and he starts choking Timeless with it. Roxylishus jumps on the back of Primal and claws at his eyes with her long fingernails and blinds him. She then drags Timeless out of the ring and they hightail it up the rampway to the back. Primal staggering blindly down after them.]
Primal : ACCURSED SHE-DEVIL! MY ART WILL ADORN YOUR BATHROOM WALL SO YOU CAN STARE AT IT IN THE SHOWER!
--
Triple Threat Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Gaz Maybury vs. Joseph Mack vs. 'The Canadian Heart Throb' Jonnie Valentine
--
These are the typed of matches that make or break you in Northern Pro Wrestling. Three men, one winner, and all three competitors have a stake in the outcome of the bout. These three men have proven to be valued members of the roster, and a win in this situation would undoubtedly be remembered when its time for championship opportunities in the future.
Gaz Maybury has been quite a hit with the Canadian fans since he decided to devote himself to his craft once again. Jonnie Valentine swears up and down that he is adored by Canadian wrestling fans, and seems to have an astute grasp on the culture. Joseph Mack has been making all of the right moves at all of the right times in Northern Pro Wrestling, and his following of loyal fans is a direct representation of this.
Gaz and Jonnie took the attack the the muscle bound Mack early in the contest, perhaps believing that their opponent was a major threat to them in this contest. A near victory in a North American Double Crown opportunity lingers strongly in the memories of all who witnessed it. The fans didn't appreciate the strategy put forth by Gaz and Jonnie, but it wouldn't prevail for very long. Mack found a means to separate the two of them when he was able to unceremoniously dump Maybury over the top rope.
Mack and JV traded strikes but it was Mack to emerged on the bright side of the exchange. Mack executed a nasty snap power bomb to the Canadian Heart Throb, but was only able to secure a two count.
JV sensing he might be in trouble, rolled out of the ring to regroup, and did so by entering into Maybury's world. The two exchanged some strikes, but Gaz took the lead and levelled JV with a nasty clothesline, before irish whipping him into the steel guard rail.
Maybury wanted to keep the action on the outside, but Mack wasn't going to sit idly by and allow the match to escape his control. Mack exited the ring, and took the fight to may bury. A scoop slam on the floor had the Welshman reeling.
JV popped up and blindsided Mack with a diving forearm strike. Mack didn't see it coming, and thus dropped to one knee. JV took two forceful steps forward and bulldogged Mack face first into the floor. JV rolled under the bottom rope and then back outside to continue his onslaught.
Maybury was up, and the two men started to take turns chopping the massive chest of Mack as he rested against the guard rail.
WOOOO!
WHACK!
WHOOO!
Mack suddenly stopped feeling the effects and stepped forward almost impervious of pain. Maybury backed off, but JV kept slugging, not noticing the change in body language until it was too late.
JV reared back for a right hand, but Mack blocked it and fired up. Lefts and rights had JV flopping all over the place, and Mack finished it with a quick hooked clothesline. Mack rolled into the ring to break the count, and then back outside.
Mack hunted Maybury down, and was able to overwhelm him with his strength before rolling him under the bottom rope.
Maybury did his best to fend Mack off, and the two men were testing each other's will a strength. Just then, Jonnie rolled into the ring, Gaz lifted his eyebrow to alert Mack and in an unexpected turn, the two of them dropped Jonnie with a double clothesline. Mack looked over at Gaz who thought the exchange was utter brilliance, which allowed Mack to quickly toss him over the top rope! Mack turned his attention to JV who was slow to get up. Mack was able to pick Valentine up and drive him to the mat with the R2 driver. Mack held for the cover and the referee was in position to make the count and secure the pinfall.
Gaz rolled into the ring to break up the pin but was a split second too late!
Winner: Joseph Mack via R2 Driver (10:22)
As Mack was getting his hand raised, Gaz acknowledged their battle and nodded to him respectfully. Mack smiled, and told him the young fox was able to outsmart the wiley scoundrel this time. The two of them exchanged a playful fist bump, before Gaz tipped his cap and rolled out of the ring allowing Mack the chance to soak in the cheers from the crowd after a big win.
--
NPW cuts back from commercial break and the camera catches up with Lord Dominicus walking through the halls of the arena. Dominicus is proudly displaying the NPW North American Double Crown Championship and the North American Cruiserweight Championship--one on either shoulder. Dominicus saunters around the corner and right into the waiting stares of Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh and Andy Donahue of The Celtic Club. Dominicus stops as the two men stare his way but before any words can be spoken a familiar voice barks an order from off screen.
John Cavanagh: "Stand down, boys--it ain't time for that."
Dominicus' head turns, taking his view off of Trigger and Andy, as Dominicus turns the camera pans out to show John Cavanagh with Shannon Riley standing right beside him. John and Dominicus come face to face, nearly nose to nose.
John Cavanagh: "The mighty Lord Dominicus. The shit that pulled a rope down and set me packing from Lethal Lottery a little earlier than I had planned. How funny it is to find you just waltzing about--all by your lonesome."
Chris Cavanagh: "The prick that robbed me of perfection in the Cruiserweight Cup. Betcha he thinks he's hot shit now that he's got all the singles gold."
Andy Donahue: "Other than the Openweight. That will be one of ours."
Andy snorted and flexed his upper body while staring lasers through Lord Dominicus.
John Cavanagh: "I don't really know if we've truly been properly introduced. I'm a guy who's dominated everywhere I've gone. I'm the guy who carried his team to the Lethal Lottery Battle Royal. I'm the guy who should have been the first North American Double Crown Champion. I'm the guy who controls this pack of hyenas that stands behind you. I'm also the guy who gets to call his shot for whatever championship he desires. My name is John Cavanagh and I just happen to be your worst nightmare...my Lord."
Trigger has been eyeing the Cruiserweight Championship--like the greedy leprechauns of Irish folklore the Cavanaghs seemed addicted to gold.
Chris Cavanagh: "That belt on your right shoulder looks so pretty, my Lord."
John, always with his eyes on the top prize, had been focusing on the North American Double Crown.
John Cavanagh: "Trig, calm down...I kinda like the one on the left."
LD: "Ah yes, the Cavanagh family. Now John, I remember that Lethal Lottery tag match a little differently..."
He turns to Chris
LD: "And you Chris....no you pretty much hit the nail on the head there. I screwed your points and I'm more than happy to do it again if you'd like."
There is a pause for a few moments where the Celtic Club are waiting for him to continue. Donahue points to himself asking if he should be talking or something.
LD: "...I'm winking. Anyway boys, let's not start off as foes yes? John, you've got a good evil sense and...other ones... you are good at following orders and whatnot. Well that's perfect! And with the new Openweight Championship and Trios Championships coming online in the near future there's lots of opportunities to be had!"
Dominicus throws his arms in the air.
LD: "MAY OUR DARK KINGDOM BE BATHED IN GOLD!"
He pulls back in suddenly.
LD: "But, let me put this delicately. If you feel that your current place in the kingdom is not big enough for you. If your eyes covet something that currently is held by myself..."
He moves his shoulders to emphasize the titles.
LD: "Then bring it on boys. But-"
The TRIPLE CROWN Champion holds up a finger.
LD: "...but. You saw what I did to Eric Dane. I destroyed his reputation and then I beat him and took everything he wanted. If you choose to cross into my DominiPath, maybe I'll add those new pieces of gold to my collection of crowns to prove a point."
John's facial expression remains calm as Andy and Trigger's expressions turn from playful to angered.
John Cavanagh: "What you did to Eric Dane? Let me tell you something--my name isn't Eric Dane. You want to think destroying that piece of shit’s reputation means anything to me? You're sadly mistaken if you do."
Trigger Cavanagh: "Hey, fuck boy, anybody ever tell you that you talk fucking weird?"
Andy begins to laugh.
John Cavanagh: "Lord Dominicus just wants to make himself sound more intelligent, powerful and important than he really is. The ONLY reason you're able to call yourself a "Triple Crown Champion" is because I currently allow it. Since you like to word your not so clever insults and empty threats as if they were literature--I'm going to get very literary with you. One day, Lord Dominicus is going to have to cross the River Styx and when you go to cross you'll have to pay the ferryman. Only problem for you--the ferryman ain't gonna be Charon, your ferryman is John Cavanagh and the only form of payment I accept is gold."
John double pats the NPW North American Double Crown Championship and walks off with Shannon. Trigger immediately follows, Andy--as usual--can’t help but snort and flex his pectoral muscles in front of the camera before he follows Trigger. The Celtic Club walk off, leaving Lord Dominicus alone with his thoughts and championships.
--
Grudge Match
20 Minute Time Limit
"The Professional" Leon Van Zandt vs. Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh
--
A grudge match was up next. The “Trigger” Chris Cavanagh made his way to the ring, one half of the Celtic Club, and one of the meanest rising stars. The hard knocks life was normal to a Cavanagh. Showing he had a flare of confidence with a smug look on his face, Chris leaped over the top rope and paraded the ring like he owned it.
Next out was “The Professional” Leon Van Zandt, a native to Ghent, Germany. The grit of his character seen in his presentation. LVZ was a man personified, a calculated cold individual, but one the Northern Pro crowds were growing to love. His no-nonsense approach to wrestling, and technical prowess provided an unusual chemistry of roughkut beat’em up wrestling in the north.
As the match started out, both men worked to catch the other slipping up. Trigger shot for an arm drag on LVZ only to be clubbed across the chest with a forearm smash. Trigger calculated his speed would win the opening contest, and LVZ didn’t shy from showing him the ways of his knuckle breaking holds. Locking in a headlock, LVZ controlled Trigger for the opening minutes, dragging him around the ring as a ‘how-to’ guide of controlling your opponent.
LVZ spun Trigger around with the headlock, until he grounded him. The pressure was enough to almost get a two count, before Trigger got his shoulder up. Trigger broke the hold by reaching the bottom rope with his feet. As LVZ let go, Trigger rolled to the outside to get some distance between the two. LVZ followed suit, not letting up, and Trigger ran around the other side of the ring sliding under the bottom rope.
Catching LVZ as he came in, Trigger stomped the holy hell out of LVZ and then proceeded to kick him in the chest as he tried getting to his feet. Aiming for a quick finish, he went for a running knee to LVZ’s face, but was back dropped over the top rope. Trigger grabbed hold of the top rope and landed on his feet, roundhouse kicking LVZ in the head, and then springboarding over the rope to deliver a legdrop face buster on LVZ!
The cover leads to a near fall, and LVZ pushing Trigger off him. The fight is far from over. A heavy barrage of highflying moves from Trigger would follow, featuring the Cruiserweights arsenal and aggressiveness. LVZ would catch Trigger on a moonsault and deliver a power slam to swing the momentum. Coming to ringside was John Cavanagh, with a shillelagh in hand. As both men were finding their feet, John placed the shillelagh in the corner, whistling as he walked around the ring. Jumping on the apron on the other side near LVZ, John provided a distraction for Trigger.
The referee stepped in to put distance between LVZ and John Cavanagh, and Trigger took the shillelagh and lined up his shot. LVZ turned and was side blasted, but just as he was Joseph Mack came running down to ringside to pull John Cavanagh off the apron and blast him with a right hook! Whipping him into the steel steps, Joseph Mack made his intentions clear, evening the odds, even if it was a bit late.
Trigger covered LVZ for the pinfall, but the referee was too distracted with Joseph Mack and John Cavanagh to notice. This gave LVZ enough time to recover, as Trigger argued behind the referee to get in position. LVZ would get up and attempt a butterfly suplex! Trigger countered into a pinning combination, grabbing the tights!
1..
2...
NO!
Leon was able to roll out of the pinfall at the last moment. Trigger looked frustrated, and John jumped on the outside in shock that the reversal didn't lead to a pinfall. Chris decided to keep up the pressure, and went to lock up a tight front facelock, to which the savvy Flemish grappler found a reversal via go-behind, dropped down and clipped Trigger's knee.
Leon had a back mount, and started to cuff Chris' ears hoping he would put his hands up to defend, so Leon could transition into one of his patented submissions. Trigger resisted at first, but after one of Leon's blows landed clean, he went to defend, to which Leon grabbed a half nelson, and dropped into side control.
Leon pushed with his upper body and rolled Cav over into a side position, and eventually put him on his back.
"The Professional" transitioned into his patented Sugar Hold, and was just about to lock it in, when John Cavanagh slid into the ring to break things up!
DING DING DING!
The referee had called for a DQ due to outside interference.
John Cavangh proceeded to stomp away at Leon. The leader of the Celtic Club was in the ring, and lighting LVZ up - not wanting to see his brother potentially succumb to the Sugar Hold.
It didn't take Long for Joseph Mack to slide into the ring to even the score. Mack did his best to fight John off, but that was no easy task.
[Andy Donahue.]
The Celtic Club's representative in the Openweight Tournament hit the ring, and made it a 3 on 2 advantage.
Trigger was coming to, and he started laying into Leon, while John and Andy took care of Joseph Mack. It was starting to get ugly, and The Celtic Club was certainly flexing their muscle.
[KUMA.]
The Canadian Grizzly was next on the scene to even the score, and he hit the ring purpose. He took Donahue away from the scene and dumped him over the top with a running clothesline. KUMA and Andy started brawling on the outside.
Mack started to fire up and get the best of John.
Leon was back up and fending off attacks from Trigger. Like all good leaders. John seemed to feel as though his crew had done their damage and sent their message, so he said a few words and just like that - The Celtic Club came together near the aisle. The Trio pointed and laughed at the beating they put down on their opposition.
John added salt to the wounds reminding everyone in the arena that he had that 'Future Championship Wildcard' in his pocket and was set to take control of the promotion at anytime.
Mack, KUMA and Leon were all in the ring, keeping there eyes on The Celtic Club, who had made it clear they weren't coming back to continue the battle. Mack spoke to both KUMA and Leon and seemed to be praising the two of them. In what could be described as an organic moment - the three of them stood unified inside of the ring. Could this be the start of something long term? Time would tell. But for tonight, the fans were ecstatic that the three of them fought together against a common enemy.
[Cut.]
--
[Gus Arnold's office.]
Gus is sifting through some papers and making notes about upcoming events, when he's interrupted.
[Jay Stevens.]
Jay: "Hey Gus, do you have a minute?"
Gus' eyes light up, as one of his personal favourites has walked over to pay him a visit.
Gus: "Of course. I'm a little surprised to see you."
Jay: "It's important."
Gus: "It's not that I'm not happy to see you. It's just, well, you've been doing so well on your own that I've tried to stay out of your way."
Gus winked, easing any tension. It was clear that Gus was proud of what Jay has accomplished up until this point in Northern Pro Wrestling.
Jay: "I'm ready."
Gus: "I see."
Jay: "I've been biding my time. I've been fighting with myself a little bit throughout this journey. How will I know when I'm ready to challenge for the championships in NPW."
Gus nodded his head.
Gus: "When you first walked through those doors, you were ready."
Jay stood there, ready to soak in Gus' message.
Gus: "You just needed to believe it. To believe in yourself."
Jay nodded, not taking these compliments lightly.
Jay: "Regardless of what happens out there tonight against Eron Hunter, I wanted you to be the first to know that I'm going to be keeping my eye on Lord Dominicus."
Gus: "I respect the fact that you've told me."
Jay: "It's time the two of us got together to see who's the best wrestler in Northern Pro Wrestling."
Gus extended his hand, and Jay shook it.
Gus: "Once the Openweight Tournament is over, I'll see about putting things in motion for you."
Jay nods his head, before respectfully leaving the boss' office.
[Cut.]
--
[Flash.]
[We switch to the stands where there is a ruckus. The camera zooms in and there is a brawl going on. Primal and Timeless have fought out into the stands. They exchange punch for punch. Kick for kick. Primal grabs a beer from a fan and throws it in the face of Timeless, blinding him, he then swigs down the remaining beer left and slams the empty cup into the face of Timeless.]
[Timeless reaches out and grabs a foam hand and punches Primal with it, to obviously no effect. Primal clocks Timeless and rips the hand off him and he then punches Timeless with it who sells it like it was a Coal Miners glove and topples down 6 or 7 stairs.]
[Primal follows Timeless down the stairs and boots him in the ribs and then Roxylishus from behind clobbers Primal with a steel chair from one of the audience. Primal no sells it and turns to her and she starts back peddling and Timeless sweeps his legs out from behind and he goes face first into the steps.]
[Timeless starts ramming the face of Primal into the steps, then grabs a bottle of hand sanitiser and cracks it over Primal’s head. “He needs more all over his stinking body” yells Roxylishus. Timeless lifts Primal up into a gorilla press and drops him back first onto his knee with a huge back breaker. He then holds Primal over his knee and is pressing his forearm on the throat of Primal, adding pressure to the back on the knee and Primal can’t breathe.]
[Roxylishus grabs a hot dog from a fan and rams it into the throat of Primal, but he swallows it whole and peps back to life like he was Popeye and it was his spinach.]
[Primal with a big knee to the face breaks the back breaker and he grabs Timeless and punches him over and over as they topple over the security railing and then they brawl disappearing thru another curtain.]
RAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!
The fans are loving it.
[Cut.]
--
Amazon's Championship Match
20 Minute Time Limit
"Kid Dynamite" Nicole Anderson vs. April Hamill
--
April Hammill is one of Gus Arnolds top students from The Warehouse who recently graduated, and is considered a part-time performer for Northern Pro. Gus is said to be excited about the partnership with SWAT and the ability to showcase The Amazon's division on NPW broadcasts.
Based on the optics, it would appear as though Kid Dynamite and Isabel Rios are on a collision course in what would have to be considered a main event level wrestling bout anywhere in the world.
But for tonight, Hamill was going to oppose Nicole Anderson - who by the way was the recipient of one of the biggest pops of the night.
Hammill jumped on KD as the bell rang, initially catching her off guard. Some stiff strikes followed, and Anderson was up against the ropes doing her best to deflect the strikes. April went for an irish whip, but Anderson reversed it into a short clothesline. After a quick hair adjustment, Anderson looked like she was ready to take over.
Anderson whipped Hamill into the corner and after a back hand spring elbow connected clean, Hammill bounced off the rope and was driven to the mat hard with a nasty bulldog from the champion.
Anderson picked Hammill up and drove her into the mat with a snap DDT. The champion sensed that this one might be over quickly, as she went to the top rope with cat like reflexes and executed her patented double stomp. She transitioned into a cover, with the referee in the position and the pinfall was academic.
Winner and STILL Amazon's Champion: 'Kid Dynamite' Nicole Anderson - (1:27)
The crowd was elated with the result. Anderson waved and accepted the championship from the referee. She held it aloft and thanked the fans for their support.
[Cut.]
--
[Outside.]
NPW cameras jump to life backstage and are locked on, what appears to be, security camera footage. Grainy and in black and white, many fans would recognize it to be from The Powerade Centre parking lot.
Past row upon row of parked cars, a hooded shadow of of an individual scales and jumps down from a parking compound chain link fence with a practiced ease, rolling to their feet to glance around.
Content there’s no human security element, they drift from car to car like a phantom; walking up to the security camera while producing and shaking an aerosol can from a black hoodie as they advance.
Spraying the lens with, what could only be spray paint, the scene is crushed to darkness.
Someone was coming to NPW, someone who didn’t want the cameras on them just yet…
[Black.]
--
[Backstage.]
[Switch to the back and Timeless and Primal are still going at it. They are in catering and Primal rams the head of Timeless into a plate of food. Mash potato all over his face, Timeless knees Primal in the balls and then cracks the plate over the head of Primal. No effect! Timeless cant believe it, and he starts trying to slice open Primal with the broken plate. He is trying to slit his throat, but Primal has blocked it, his hands are bleeding from blocking it but he forces the plate away from his throat and hoists Timeless up and bodyslams him thru a catering table, food flying.]
HOW ARE THEY STILL STANDING?!?!?
[Onlookers are disgruntled, but know better and move away. Primal grabs some chips and scoffs them like an animal and then notices the blood all over his hands. He is looking at his hands and they look like he just killed somebody, and he me may well end up doing just that. He starts choking Timeless with them bloody hands, squeezing the life out of him and Timeless counters and flips Primal backwards off him. Timeless next to a stack of plates then starts throwing them at Primal like they were frisbee’s, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 plates he flings at Primal and Primal is coping them, they are careening into him and smashing like a Greek Wedding gone bad.]
[Primal is sick of trying to evade the plates and he charges at Timeless and spears him into the kitchen. Primal grabs a big toaster and clocks Timeless over the head with it, Timeless is busted open now. Primal tries to ram Timeless’s head onto the kitchen bench, but Timeless blocks it, and he Irish whips Primal into the fridge. Timeless then opens the microwave door and tries to ram Primal’s head into it, the door obviously wont close, so Timeless smashes the door into the head of Primal, over and over he rams the door into the head of Primal and Primal slumps to the floor.]
UH OH!
[Cut.]
--
The Rubber Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Eron Hunter vs. Jay Stevens
--
Two of the most thrilling individuals to land in the Northern hemisphere’s wrestling scene were about to take to the ring. First up was Eron Hunter, the CWC Cup winner and the bar that highflying had been made standardized by in Northern Pro Wrestling. Making his way to the ring, fans cheered on the odds on favorite, but he would have his hands full tonight. The challenger was no slouch.
Coming out second was Jay Stevens, who had begun to rise to the occasion. His most notable win in recent history was over Adrien Cochrane, the reigning X*Crown Champion of XHF. Jay kept that feather close to his hat as he made his way to the ring. Fans cheered on Mr. Stevens as he made his way to the ring, confidence in his stride, looking on at his opponent with a fighting spirit.
Starting off with a collar & elbow tie up, the two men worked one another with wrist and hammer locks, countering each other, feeling one another out for that open spot to take advantage. Hunter showed his speed and craftiness over Jay, using the ropes to flip backwards and break a shoulder hold, before tripping Jay with a leg sweep and catapulting himself upside down to splash Jay for a quick one count
Jay Stevens returned the same sentiment in his next exchange, gut checking Eron Hunter and snap suplexing him to the canvas. Floating over into a headlock, Jay pulled Hunter to his feet and delivered a running bulldog before covering for a one count.
Both men got to their feet, showing this was just the beginning, and returning to square one in the ring. Circling, they looked to do a test of strength, Hunter gripped Jay’s hand, only to use the ropes to springboard himself up and head scissors take down Jay Stevens! Jay scrambled to his feet and caught a midsection dropkick that rolled him out onto the apron.
Hunter ran up the turnbuckle and sprung into action, leaping and hooking Jay with another hurricarana! Stevens reverses last minute into a sitout powerbomb off the apron to the outside! Both men smack the outside mat with authority, echoing throughout the stadium as fans jump to their feet cheering them on!
Stevens holds his tailbone as he rolls Eron off him, who holds his back in agony. Jay rolls into the ring to break up the count. From the top of the ramp enters a third wheel.
[Jesse Jamester.]
Stevens sees Jamester and walks past Eron Hunter who is still recovering. Cutting him off at the ramp, Stevens begs for him to come down and get some. Jesse makes his way down the ramp with a slow pace. Smirking under his mask, he points to Hunter behind Jay Stevens, who is on the apron.
Jay turns around to see Hunter catapult himself off the apron with a high asian moonsault! Jay catches all of it, as Jesse continues his way down the ramp, acknowledging the move with a clap. Eron Hunter crawls off of Jay and finally notices Jesse, his head cocked, as his face shows the disdain for the Canadian Nightmare. Eron argues this is none of his business and to leave. Jay Stevens gets up behind Eron and the two look at Jesse who has now halted a few feet away from them.
Jesse points to the referee and holds up all of his fingers, indicating the count is about to come up. Both men turn to see the referee at 8, and dart towards the ring. Sliding in, they just break the count at 9. Jesse laughs, causing both men to almost get counted out just by appearing.
Hunter waves off Jesse and Jay motions to forget him. The two men know what is at stake with the opportunity to pull away from the pack and establish themselves as 'made men' in Northern Pro. Jesse approaches the ring and watches from the corner, as the two men tie-up again, this time Jay getting behind Eron and clubbing him in the back before delivering a german suplex.
Jay doesn’t let up, he holds on and continues, delivering a second german suplex, and a third, and a fourth-but he gets stopped as Eron elbows him with all his might to stop it. A second elbow and Jay lets go of his grip. Eron is dazed, he goes for the pele kick! Stevens dodges it and snatches his ankle, locking on a standing ankle lock!
Eron desperately scrapes at the canvas to crawl his way towards the bottom rope. Crawling towards it, Jay Stevens wrenches on the ankle, pulling back to get more stress on his hold. Eron tucks and rolls under, sending Jay Stevens through the ropes and out of the ring. Eron holds his leg as the referee checks on Jay Stevens.
Eron climbs to his feet, struggling to put weight on his ankle. JESTERPLEX! Jesse Jamester strikes on Eron as the referee has his back turned, counting out Jay Stevens. Jesse jumps through the ropes and laughs as he stares from ringside like nothing happened. Checking an invisible watch, he waves the match off and makes his way up the ramp.
Jay Stevens rolls back into the ring at a count of 7. Finding his way to Eron, he goes to scoop him up and delivers a high belly-to-belly with impact! Covering he hooks the leg and gets the pin fall.
Winner: JAY STEVENS via Belly-to-Belly Suplex! (18:25)
Jay Stevens stands up, getting his arm raised in victory as Eron remains motionless on the canvas. A hard fought battle but unfortunately not a fair fight for Hunter. Jay Stevens looks up the ramp to see Jesse Jamester disappear through the curtain. Shaking his head, Jay can tell foul play was involved, even though he didn’t see it. Disgusted, he looks down at Eron Hunter and shakes tells the referee something, but the referee shakes his head, not acknowledging whatever was said.
Jay reaches down and grab Eron Hunter by the hand. Hunter is still half out of it, but does his best to snap into the moment based purely on instinct. Hunter accepts the hand of his rival, and the crowd sits and waits.
Our two heroes are face to face, nose to nose.
[...]
RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Jay Stevens extends his hand, and Eron Hunter accepts it. After three match of the year quality matches, these two men have etched their names in the who's who of the sport of professional wrestling. Jay raises Hunter's arm, signifying he views him as a true winner. Jay applauds his rival, points to him and tells him he has earned his respect.
The crowd is on their feet, applauding in unison.
Jay exits the ring and asks the crowd to show their support and that's exactly what they do!
OLE OLE OLE OLE OLE
Hunter bows to the crowd, and waves.
There is no doubt that he is Northern Pro's adopted son. Had it not been for Jesse Jamester, lord knows what might've happened in this contest. Up until now, Hunter has resisted putting his hands on JJ, preferring to turn the other cheek. If there was ever a time to exact revenge, it would be now.
Hunter exits the ring and drops off the apron to one last roar from the crowd. While Hunter must be disappointed he wasn't able to complete the victory due to outside interference, he must understand that his contributions to Northern Pro are cherished by the faithful fans in the arena. Hunter takes one last bow at the top of the stage before disappearing behind the curtain.
--
[Backstage.]
[Solo Camera.]
"Gaz: I'm a tired man. I've just left everything in that ring tonight, and I've barely left it breathing. Then I come into the back here, and I've been told there's some dickhead called Scott Steel back here who's been saying he wants to have a pop at me.
Well, Steel, I'd love one back at you. You're in this fucking Syndicate. Listen pal, there's only one Syndicate, and I was knocking them out and making them bleed 20 years ago. Just ask Jeff Andrews. But the REAL Syndicate always came face to face with me. They were bad fellas, but they were up front fellas. Did I like them? No. I despised them. But I respected them. But you, and your mates just run around like a pack of wild dogs. No respect. No competitive spirit.
You're right. I do like a drink, and I am in poverty. I don't have anything pretty much. But what I don't have is some bell end called Walter Whezl, and I've still got a pair of bollocks like a couple of rugby balls fighting inside a shopping bag. So if your bollocks are a tenth of the size of mine Steel, you'll see me on April the 13th for my challenge.
We're booked to wrestle already. But I don't want to wrestle you. I want to fight you. I may be a fat, injured, alcoholic old man. But I'm still a man. And I'm still the man who spent the late 90s and early 00's beating people like Salvation Army drums across the world. Can I do it every night? No. But For one night I'll be as good as I ever was. I'll tape my fists,and beat the ever loving fuck out of you. And bring your mates too. They'll get a slap as well. Call yourself a Colossus? I've wiped my arse with bigger than you, and you'll be my shit roll on the 13th.
Me, you. No holds barred. Bring your mates. I'll twat them as well. This old bad kneed fat fuck is going to teach you respect."
[Cut.]
--
[Parking Lot.]
[We return to the back where there are ambulances and agents running around, Primal is on a gurney and Timeless is being attended too on the floor. Timeless see’s the gurney heading to the ambulance and forces himself to his feet and pushes a medic out of the way and grabs the gurney and running charges it right into the ambulance and Primal falls off the gurney.]
[People are screaming and a doc gets in Timeless face and tells him to get out of here and Timeless grabs him by the hair and smashes his head thru the back window door of the ambulance. Primal is up and he picks up Timeless and hurls him inside the ambulance. Primal then jumps in behind him and starts ramming the head of Timeless into the wall of the ambulance. Primal picks up Timeless and pile drives him onto the floor of the ambulance.]
[Roxylishus jumps in the ambulance and grabs the defibrillator and zaps Primal with it, all the hair on his body spring upright like a porcupine. He then collapses to the floor beside Timeless. Both men are laid out in the back and Gus Arnold peers in.]
Gus Arnold: "This has gone far enough. I understand that the two of you don't like each other. I understand that you both want to inflict pain and punishment on one and other."
Gus ponders.
Gus Arnold: "I have already announced that you two will be wrestling each other in next week's main event. But, since you both have no regard for anyone, including yourselves - I'm going to make sure that this rivalry comes to an end once and for all. Next weeks main event between you two, is now a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!"
[Gus slams the door of the ambulance shut and it drives out of the arena.]
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Main Event
North American Cruiserweight Championship
Attachment Deleted
30 Minute Time Limit
Niko vs. 'The Real' Lord Dominicus
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The rivalry between these two men has been buying for months, albeit slightly under the radar. Niko has gone out of his way to focus and train solely for the opportunity to defeat Lord Dominicus.
Perhaps with a hint of foreshadowing, the former co holder of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships made his journey in the Cruiserweight Cup about testing himself against LD. The preparation and words exchanged prior to the CWC left no doubt that Niko was ready to step up, and he backed it up inside of the ring. It would be Niko's drive and determination in the tournament that shocked the wrestling world as he was able to go the distance with the champion.
Coupled with the fact that Niko and Kono have been part of the soul of the company since they signed, it seemed appropriate to put these two men back into the ring together with the mind of settling the score once and for all. LD was greeted with a hero's welcome from the NPW faithful. His efforts over the past few months, along with the fact that he's allowed his personality to shine through his actions seem to have captured the hearts and imagination of the fans who buy the tickets.
One would have to wonder just how much gas LD would have left in the tank after his thrilling match with Eric Dane just two weeks ago. Could this end up being a sleepy spot for the champion? Has he properly prepared for Niko? Niko use a hologram to summon the spirit of LD in recent weeks, which serves as both a psychological tactic, as much as motivation.
We found out first hand that LD was taking this match very seriously and seemed intent on trying to put Niko away early and often. A brain buster from LD around the six minute mark of the contest was an early highlight. LD floated over for the pin and hooked the leg.
1...
2...
NO!
Niko was game, and wouldn't go down early or easily. LD kept on the attack, not wanting to allow his opponent the opportunity to recover. A scoop slam and a flying leg drop followed. The fans clapped as LD hit the move clean.
1...
2...
NO!
LD looked perplexed, as he was in the lead early and often, and full of confidence off of his major championship win. In a surprise turn of events, LD sent Niko into the ropes, but Niko was able to reverse it and dump LD over the top rope with a vicious clothesline. As LD was getting back to his feet, Niko used his body as a weapon and launched himself from the ring onto LD on the outside.
[WHAM!]
The fans gasped, hoping both men would be alright, as the impact sent both men into the guardrail and the unforgiving steel. After a few moments, Niko began to stir and got to his knee, and then his feet. His high risk move paid off, as LD was slow to get back to his feet.
Niko unleashed a fury of kicks to the body, that had LD back on his heels, before eventually slumping against the railing. Niko ran and connected with a nasty spinning heel kick and connected clean!
LD slumped to the floor, which allowed Niko to perch himself on the apron before doing a somersault senton onto the prone Triple Crown Champion. The referee was counting, and didn't want to pull the trigger on the count out. Niko alertly rolled under the bottom rope, and went back outside.
Niko wanted to use the elements once more before sending LD back inside. Irish whip into the ring post followed, and LD was on dream street. Niko could sense it, and knew this was his golden opportunity. Niko rolled LD under the bottom rope, then brought himself inside. He hooked the leg.
1..
2..
NO!!
The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief, because that could've been it. Niko looked to the ref and admonished him for a slow count.
Niko kept the match on the mat, locking LD up in a front face lock, trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs. LD snapped back into reality, feeling as if he was being choked. In a last ditch effort, LD was able to roll through the face lock, and use some amateur wrestling to escape out of the side door, and roll his way into the ropes, where he knew the referee couldn't allow the action to continue. Even through the mask, we could sense LD's discomfort.
Niko smiled, and stalked towards LD, and nailed him with a couple of stiff boot shots in the abdomen. The referee tried to back him off, but Niko knew he had his man down and hurt. After another warning, Niko backed off, knowing the damage was done.
LD winced and slowly got to his feet. Niko grabbed him and hit him with a release german suplex. Niko went for the cover.
1..
2..
NO!
Again, the crowd wondered if that was it. Niko was steamed, but enjoying his handy-work.
Niko appeared ready to lay it all on the line again as he went to the top rope, looking for a diving clothesline. He leapt!
NO!!
LD moved out the way!
RAAAAHHHH!!!
LD had a chance to turn this around, but could he capitalize?
A wild swing from Niko who still had more gas in the tank than the champion did. Atomic drop from LD! Niko goes into the corner sternum first. Niko turns around - LD CUTTER! Not typically a move we see from our champion, but it was quick, accurate and impactful.
The move allowed LD more time to clear the cobwebs because he clearly isn't 100%. Niko was also looking to gather himself, which lead to a strike for strike battle in the middle of the ring.
YAH!
BOO!
YAH!!
BOOO!
YAHH!
BOOO!!
YAH YAH YEAH YEAAAAHHHH!!!
Niko wobbled, and fell face first.
LD dropped to one knee, showing that he stood tall for as long as he could, but the strikes were enough to blister him as well. LD was breathing heavy, but finding the resources within himself to push further. NIKO was just getting to his feet. LD rushed forward, but NIKO rushed forward as well, and both men collided heads!
SMACK!!
The fans were looking on, wondering who was going to get to their feet first. Then suddenly.
DING DING DING!!
The time keeper rang the bell and signalled to the referee that the time limit had once again expired!
THIS MATCH IS A DRAW!!
[Again?]
The fans moan, not wanting to see this result for a second time - but this is true testament to these two athletes and well prepared each of them are for the other. LD looks around and gets to his feet. Niko appears to be upset, but also in true warrior spirit understands that these things happen and he has now taken LD to the limit on two straight occasions.
Our two competitors stand in the middle of the ring, and finally the fans stand to show their approval.
WHAAAACKKKK!!!!!
[Niko hits the mat face first.]
[LD turns around.]
WHAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!
[Nasty Chair Shot x2]
But from who?
Our mystery assailant is wearing an all black track suit with the hood drawn to cover his identity.
[What. The. Hell.]
The crowd looks on, hoping the man will reveal himself and perhaps his intentions. But they're left disappointed as neither of two took place. The man raised the steel chair high. before dropping it in between both men that he had just blistered. The NPW officials start to flood towards the ring, which meant it was time for our 'mystery assailant' to get out of dodge.
We're left puzzled.
Perhaps this is the handy work of John Cavanagh. After his run-in with Lord Dominicus earlier in the broadcast, it would seem to correlate with his desire to become the top guy in the company with that championship match wildcard sitting in his back pocket.
Perhaps it was the mystery man who was creeping in the parking lot earlier who didn't want to reveal his identity?
Was this an attack from one of the members of The Syndicate. Two of them were absent from the arena as far as we knew, but this is the type of attack that fits their M.O.
Our show fades away with the NPW medics checking on both Niko and Lord Dominicus.
[Cut.]
