Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:42:42 GMT -5
LIVE from the Halifax, Nova Scotia.
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[Flash.]
Our show opens in an untraditional way, with Gordon Carlson set to make his entrance where it was assumed he would be greeted with a heroes welcome with Northern Pro Wrestling returning to Halifax. Returning to the arena and city that Gordon helped make synonymous with wrestling excellence. Before Gordon could walk through Gorilla to make the return that both he and the fans had been looking forward to - trouble was just around the corner.
While the arena audience couldn't see what was taking place, they were left puzzled as to why there appeared to be a delay.
[The Big Screen.]
[Andy Donohue.]
[Chris Cavanagh.]
The two members of the Celtic Club who you would often find together as a team had taken the liberty of getting their match with Gordon Carlson started.
"Mystery Partner, huh?"
[WHAM!]
"We don't play by your rules, Gordon."
[WHAM!]
[Another vicious kick to the ribs from Andy Donohue.]
[Trigger was in tow as well, letting his loose lips sink ships.]
"You expected us to sit back, and take whatever it was you were hoping to dish out."
[...]
"I don't think so!"
[WHACK!]
The two men continued to take the fight to Gordon Carlson, who sheepishly rolled through the curtain with blood coming from his mouth.
[SPIKE PILEDRIVER!]
Andy and Trigger executed a nasty spike piledriver on Gordon Carlson on top of the ramp!
BOOOOOOOOO!!
Carlson was left laying in a heap. The Celtic Club didn't appear ready to let it go either, they only sought to keep the onslaught going.
RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
The Celtic Club would soon find out that they weren't alone.
[Jay Stevens.]
The second generation star has been craving out quite a niche for himself. The man that Gordon Carlson said he had his eyes on and hoped to team with in the upcoming Trios tournament was on the scene and he was looking to even the odds.
Jay took a running jump and started laying into Chris Cavanagh!
Andy but Jay off, and the two men started tussling for position. Jay showed a savvy approach, and was able to get behind Andy and execute a judo trip to gain an advantage. Jay was doing all he could to fight off two members of The Celtic Club, and was doing a fantastic job, until the numbers eventually got the better of him.
Medics were on the scene to take a look at Carlson, who was in the midst of making a come back from a massive concussion sustained earlier this year in Destiny Wrestling.
The Spike Piledriver might've re-aggreviated Carlson's head and neck injury.
Jay Stevens continued to fight valiantly, and has his own bit of history with Chris Cavanagh from their time competing in the Cruiserweight Cup earlier this year. The NPW officials began to swarm to break up the melee that certainly had gotten way out of hand.
The Celtic Club have tightened things up as of late, and seem to be refocused and more dangerous than ever before. Whatever John Cavanagh has been saying or doing, his men have gotten the message and are looking to carry out beatings to any and everyone who crosses them. In what might've been a warm home coming had quickly spiralled into an aggressive beating. What might've been the beginning of a tremendous partnership between Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens was also forced into combat in a brawl, as opposed to having the opportunity to lace up their boots and forge a partnership within the confines of the squared circle.
The Celtic Club had taken that moment away from them.
The NPW Officials had finally restored order, and backed Andy and Chris off of the scene. A concerted Jay Stevens knelt down beside his fallen ally, and looked concerned about his well being. The crowd in the building saluted Jay Stevens for his efforts and actions, as he's quickly becoming the heart and soul of NPW in many ways.
Our scene fades out with NPW Officials and Jay Stevens walking Gordon Carlson to the back to receive medical attention. It's clear that over the past couple of weeks, The Celtic Club is looking to tussle with some of the biggest names inside the promotion. This rivalry is just getting started it would seem.
Tag Team Showcase
30 Minute Time Limit
The New Untouchables vs. Joseph Mack & Leon Van Zandt
After hearing what was said earlier in the evening, it's clear that Timeless and Primal have set aside personal issues and have officially agreed to work together going forward. A force which was brought together out of respect for one and other in battle. In what one might call a 'misunderstanding' it's clear that these two didn't get off on the right foot with one and other.
Through the process, it's clear that Primal has found new purpose and life through his journey as of late - and seems intent on resifting his energy into a dominant reign within the promotion.
Standing beside him is a man that almost made his girlfriend wear Primal's back hair on her chest. A man that stands for what he sees and believes - Timeless. No time like the present to get a look at this new tandem in the flesh, than right now.
When the Rev's made their entrance, fans in Northern Pro Wrestling acted cautiously as perhaps the impact of the Trio signing with Northern Pro Wrestling had to be seen to be believed. Keith Williams lead the way, and made sure to remind the crowd of what he was capable of. Rob Garcia followed, and had a few choice words for the fans that he walked past.
When the action got underway, it was clearly going to be a physical contest, as the heat between these sides had reached it's boiling point. You want to make an impact? You go out there and make someone else's moment, your moment. Keith Williams for nothing more than a 'spot' a 'story' or because he 'could' set out to ruin the Main Event of Northern Pro Wrestling on back to back weeks. He was the man who took out Lord Dominicus and Niko after their time limit draw.
Then Williams and company conspired to eliminate Timeless and Primal, simply because they were in a featured spot in the main event of another event, and The Revs must always look the best, be the best and have the last word. What they couldn't have known - was that Primal and Timeless weren't going to sit around for long and lick their wounds. The next opportunity that came about for them to even the score, that's what they did.
At the Openweight Tournament, these four men met in the middle of the ring, and differences were hashed. Had it not have been for Primal, Timeless might be walking around out of action on Doctor's orders. But as he said, he's stupid and he doesn't give a rip about going to the hospital. Primal's decision to lend a hand was the first indication that what these two men forged in battle went beyond respect. There was a built in loyalty that couldn't be easily explained.
But they both felt it.
After the first brawl sequence, Timeless and Primal had the Revs re-thinking their approach. The fans were fired up and they made it no secret as to who they were there to cheer for. Williams and Garcia weren't new to this, and after they slowed things down a bit to suck the air out of the building, they found more success.
Williams showed some power that people often forget to mention when they list the multitude of impressive attributes that he posses. The way he suplexed Timeless and unceremoniously dropped him on his head was an early highlight. Garcia made sure to make the quick tag, and the Rev's used a gracious 5 count from the official to both tag turns working Timeless over in their corner.
A double irish whip and tandem clotheslines was next. The Revs were there to hurt someone, they were there to take someone's livelihood away from them. They were clearly bitter about some of the way their career's were handled in another promotion within the XHF Network, and perhaps some of that angst and paranoia was starting to rear it's head in their matches. They seemed to take things more seriously, more personally. It was almost if to say they felt burnt and betrayed and became bitter and hostile by nature inside of the ring.
Williams made sure to taunt Primal, as he stood helplessly on the outside, hoping his partner would turn things around.
Williams backed Timless into the corner and lit him up with some stuff chops. Timeless would almost be brought back to life at the impact, as they were stiff enough to snap anyone out of a die and remind them that they were in a fight.
Timeless fired back, which brought the crowd alive. Keith bounced back, surprised. He ran forward and we kicked in the gut, before being DDTed into the canvas. This bought Timeless a moment to regroup, but Williams was able to tag Garcia and he cut the ring off, and continued lacing Timeless with stomps.
A deep reverse chin lock gave the audience the visual of Timeless struggling to get back into the fight, but fading at the same time. The crowd willed one of their favs to continue, and he fought on. After a slick gator roll, Timeless as able to use the momentum to break Garcia's lock, and execute a double leg take down from his knees where ground and pound commenced.
Williams entered to stop it, but Primal saw it coming and speared him!
The crowd was into it, as Timeless decided to take the win after some vicious shots, and bring Garcia over to his corner. He tagged Primal, and 'PrimeTime' executed stereo diving shoulder tackles, that Sat Garcia down and caused him to flip backwards into the ropes. What huge impact shown by the two bruisers.
Keith jumped into the ring to cause more disturbance, but Timeless did his best to cut him off. The two men ended up spilling to the floor where they continued to lace each other up.
Inside of the ring, Primal picked up Garcia and drove him down to the mat with extreme force with what he calls The Empty Abyss!
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2
3!
Winners: Prime Time via Empty Abyss (10:33)
And just like that, Primal had scored the winning pinfall for Prime Time in their official debut as a team. I'm sure many would consider this an upset, but It's hard to argue with the results. The Revs would've had the chemistry advantage due to their history together. But on this occasion, they weren't able to get the job done against Prime Time.
The referee leapt off the apron to break things up between Williams and Timeless, as they didn't hear the bell, and fought on after the match had been called. Williams rolled into the ring to check on his partner, who was starting to catch his wind. Both men looked surprised at the end result, but knowing them - they will be back with more vengeance in mind.
On the other side of the coin, a big win for Prime Time, cementing them as a real threat to the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships. One would have to assume that they're part of the field that is set to compete for the titles on the May 25th show.
[Cut.]
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[Hype.]
[16 Competitors.]
[8 Teams.]
[1 Winner.]
[The Prize?]
[The Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships.]
[Battle Royal Style.]
[May 25th, 2021.]
[Don't Miss It.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Main Event
The crowd had hushed for a second. Rumours of who the special guest referee would be had been circulating around the various wrestling websites and newsletters for days. Who could step in to referee such a large match? Their questions would be answered soon as the announcer offered a simple sentence to the watching fans.
“And your special guest referee. Residing in Toronto, Ontario but originally born right here in Halifax, Nova Scotia, ‘Technical Perfection’ Chris Card.”
The pop was enormous. Looking to bring it back to an older time, “Genius” by Pitchshifter played across the arena PA. Microphone in hand, Chris Card walked out of the entrance gate and soaked in the atmosphere, the conquering hero returning to where he spent his formative years. As the crowd broke into a huge chant of “WELCOME HOME!”
Chris Card: Halifax? It’s always good to be back home. Seem I was sitting at home watching the XHF Rumble, watching how well the NPW talent did. The Iron Man John Cavanagh. A third placed finish from Jesse Jamester. And I thought to myself, “Damn, Chris, This is a federation in your old stomping grounds showing the rest of the Network how we do it in the Maritimes. I have to get me a piece of this.”
Chris Card: So, what did I do? I made a couple of phone calls. I got told they needed a referee for this match. I moored up at Melville Island. Tomorrow night I’m going to take my lovely wife Diana to 2 Doors Down on Barrington Street. But tonight I’m going to be in the middle of the action so I can get a real close look at why the buzz is all about NPW.
[Record Scratch.]
[The Big Screen.]
The big screens flickered into life and the boos build as the crowd recognised the face of Cross Recoba, beloved AWF star but fierce rival (and former tag partner) of Chris Card. Cross smiles as he looks downwards.
Cross Recoba: Oh, hello Chris. I had a feeling you couldn't resist a show in your little home town. So I recorded you this special message. Now if anybody wasting time on this little backwater federation have access to a phone, not one of those rotary ones, a smartphone, I'd mark it on your calendar that I am going to face this slime bag on a proper wrestling show, AWF Clash of the Icons, and I am going to plant his head right through the middle of an AWF ring.
Boos rained down from across the arena at this insult.
Cross Recoba: So make a note of it. June 12th. I am going to beat your local hero. And I'm going to do it in the capital of the great United States. Mark my words.
[Static.]
The Fans in the arena make their displeasure known. In some parts of the world, the crowd would've erupted for Cross Recoba, but not here, not tonight. The loyal fans of Nova Scotia would take a bullet for their hometown hero, regardless of whether he was doing right or wrong.
Card walked over first to the heel side, patting down Cavanagh and Jamester, offering a brief nod at both competitors when he found nothing untoward in their gear. He crossed the ring and patted down Eron Hunter, again finding nothing before finally getting round to Lord Dominicus. A couple of brief pats in the usual hiding spots later and Card ordered LD to remove the truncheon he has slid down the leg of his wrestling gear and the brass knuckles in the crotch. Because, and the crowd knowing this offered a brief chuckle of laughter, Lord Dominicus is a compulsive cheat and Chris Card knows every old wrestler’s trick in the book. The pre match rituals done, Card called for the bell to be ring and the wrestlers got underway.
After Jesse Jamester and Eron Hunter had agreed with their partners to open the match, the Lynx began by quickly circling his much bigger, much slower opponent. The lithe lizardlike Jamester attempted to reach out and snag Hunter, grasping at nothing but air with his long rangy arms but the Lynx’s pace kept him out of reach and a few sharply delivered kicks found their target, forcing a grunt from beneath the mask of Jamester. Eron attempted to press any advantage he had gained by adding a little sprint to his step and arcing his leg through the air but Jamester caught him and casually fell backwards, hurling Hunter backwards with a leg trap suplex. Hunter, having immense body control, fell out of the move into a backwards roll and got straight back to his feet. You could almost see a smile forming over the obscured face of Jamester but Double J backed away and tagged Cavanagh into the match. Hunter backed off and tagged out himself.
With a confident air about him, Lord Dominicus strode into the middle of the ring, daring John Cavanagh to come within reach. The Iron Irishman looked immediately to throw down and a quick trade of strikes, fierce punches from Cav and precise, brutal knife edged chops from LD crashing into each other as both looked to gain supremacy with brawling. Neither could and the repeated crashes of flesh on flesh may have popped the crowd, they seemed to have little effect on their opponent. Lord Dominicus looked to stop Cavanagh’s brawling with a boxing style clinch but this merely lead Cav to wrap his own arms around Dominicus’, spinning the Master of Evil around through the air and planting him on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Cavanagh waited around for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
...But Dominicus powered out. Dominicus retreated back to his corner and tagged Eron Hunter back in and Cavanagh smiled, looking to take advantage of a much smaller opponent. Hunter sprung over the ropes and forward rolled into a full sprint, whipping his leg through the air and connecting his foot flush with Cavanagh’s face. As Cavanagh dropped to the mat, Eron Hunter ran the far ropes and dodging a loose arm thrown at him from the Rumble high rollers’ corner. On his return, Hunter performed a beautiful handspring into a cartwheel and connected with a cartwheeling kick onto the side of Cav’s head. The Iron Man was floored and Hunter scrambled over into a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Cavanagh rolled a shoulder up. The Lynx hopped to his feet with the amazing speed and poise that he is famed for and after firing off a quick pair of toe kicks into the ribs of Cav, Hunter headed for the side ropes and bounced off into a running moonsault that landed flush onto John Cavanagh’s ribcage. Eron hooked the leg again…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Cavanagh powered out again, launching Eron Hunter into the air with the force of his kickout. Hunter looked up at Chris Card who clearly signalled the two count sign back at him. With a slight reprieve from his cruiserweight opponent’s attacks, Cavanagh scrambled back to his own corner and tagged in Jamester. Jamester walked across to face up against Hunter and The Lynx quickly slipped in behind, looping an arm over Jamester’s neck. The cruiserweight fell backwards, looking to hit an Inverted DDT on the mighty Calgarian but JJ planted his feet and slipped Eron’s grip, turning to stand over his now grounded opponent. Jamester backed up to the ring ropes and allowed Hunter to stand, getting the drop on him by rushing forwards and wrapping his arm around the Sicilian’s neck, Hunter’s head being dropped to the mat with a sharp DDT. Jamester walked back to his own corner and tagged the now recovered Cavanagh back in.
With his opponent stunned on the mat, John Cavanagh walked over to Eron Hunter and hauled him up by the hair. Cavanagh looked out into the crowd, possibly enjoying the booing and cat calls coming in from every filled seat in the arena as he quickly locked in a back waistlock. With all effort and no bridge, the Iron Man muscled Hunter over and spiked his neck on the mat with a vicious German Suplex, folding the unfortunate Hunter up like an accordion. Cavanagh looked over to Jamester with a little superior smile crossing his face and walked over, tagging JJ back in with Hunter still downed. Jamester walked back over to Eron and stuffed him forcefully into a standing head scissors. Jamester sneered from under his mask as the Canadian Monster grabbed both arms around Hunter’s ribs and lifted him up, sitting out into a nasty looking piledriver. Jamester covered…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… but the spirit of Eron Hunter was not to be denied and he raised a shoulder from the mat. Jamester threw an evil look at Chris Card but the home town hero threw the two sign at him. Jamester shrugged and headed back to his own corner to let Cavanagh have another go. Jamester threw a pair of fierce stomps after the tag and as Lord Dominicus protested, Chris Card issued a one word command, “Back!” to the Lord of All Things Dark and got straight back to his job of clearing the ring, knowing full well that in a tag team match HE’D be looking to make the most out of a distracted referee. As Jamester protested, Cavanagh sauntered over to the ailing Hunter and hauled the cruiserweight off the mat, inverting his body with ease. The Irish Ironman was brutal with his next move, sitting down and driving Hunter’s head straight down into the mat with a Seated Tombstone Piledriver that jarred Hunter’s neck. Cavanagh pinned the limp body of Hunter…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! Hunter had just managed to inch a shoulder off the mat and the count was broken. This time it’s John Cavanagh who protests at the perceived slowness of the count. Cavanagh stood and walked Eron Hunter into the unfriendly corner and tagged Jesse Jamester back in. The brutish pair pinned Hunter up against the turnbuckles and laid shots in, with Card forced to make a very forceful five count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F… Cavanagh slipped out the ring just before Card could disqualify him. Jamester backed off, giving himself space to go for something more trademarked, more distinctive to his style. JJ lowered his shoulder and charged full pace, looking to tear Eron Hunter apart with Half of the Laugh… BUT ERON HUNTER HAULED HIS BODY OUT OF THE WAY USING THE TOP ROPE! JAMESTER CRASHED SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! HUNTER CARRIED ON THE MOMENTUM OF HIS DODGE INTO A REVERSE TIGER FEINT KICK ON JOHN CAVANAGH!
With a burst of energy coming from out of nowhere, Eron Hunter moved at pace towards his own corner, allowing Lord Dominicus to tag himself in on Hunter’s back. Hunter rebounded off the ropes and launched himself over the ropes, flipping in midair and landing on Cavanagh with a beautiful Tope con Giro! Dominicus slithered into the ring and as Jamester looked down at the car crash outside the ring, The Evil One charged at his back and drove a knee right into his lumbar region. With a manic glee visible through his body language, Lord Dominicus lashed a boot downwards into Jesse Jamester’s thigh, forcing the Calgary native to drop to one knee. The Sinister Sorcerer rushed the ropes, taking a quick look over his shoulder to check on how the Hunter vs Cavanagh situation is developing, before bouncing back off and landing an allmightily powerful knee to Jamester’s temple.
Outside, Cavanagh grabbed Hunter by the arm and slung him at the ring post but Hunter used the steps to hop up onto the ring apron. Hunter quickly headed to his own corner as Dominicus waited on Jamester’s return to his feet. Still groggy, Jamester turned to face his own corner, presumably out of instinct and a flash of insight crossed John Cavanagh’s face. He grabbed a chair from the front row and sent it sailing into the ring for Jamester to catch. As Eron Hunter blind tagged on Dominicus’ back, Jamester swung the chair full force at the Evil One’s head, but Dominicus ducked the swing! Allowing his momentum to carry him onwards, Dominicus charged the ropes and hit a plancha straight onto The Irish Ironman! Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Eron Hunter spotted the slightly disoriented Jesse Jamester, still staggered from his wild swipe missing. Hunter flipped forwards and CARTWHEEL KICKED THE CHAIR FULL INTO JAMESTER’S FACE! The effect of skull clashing against skull sent James reeling backwards and flipping onto the ring apron, needing to steady himself by grabbing hold of the top rope.
AND ERON HUNTER CHARGED AND LEAPED OVER THE TOP ROPE, CRASHING JESSE JAMESTER INTO THE CONCRETE OUTSIDE WITH A SUNSET BOMB SUICIDA! Cavanagh and Dominicus were busy exchanging blows on the outside, they both turn to check what’s going on but neither man cared about much more than lighting each other up with shots. Chris Card put the count on…
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!
ERON HUNTER SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING ….
NINE!
JESSE JAMESTER REACHES OUT TO GET BACK IN…
TEN!
The bell sounded and Hunter and Dominicus were announced as winners by countout.
The crowd was going wild!
Lord Dominicus joined his tag team partner back in the ring, rolling away from Cavanagh. Outside of the ring the bad guys gathered their thoughts and huddled up, looking like they were about to rush the ring. They hopped up onto the ring apron… Only for Cavanagh to notice that Card had palmed something out of his own tights. They jumped down off the ring apron and began to walk away as Card fired a full blast of Capsaicin Carnage from his trademark Aerosol Equalizer before raising the hands of Dominicus and Hunter to properly mark their victory.
After months of torment, it was Eron Hunter who was able to exact a measure of revenge against the man who had been tormenting him. While this victory was sweet, something told the audience that this rivalry wasn't over. Eron Hunter and Jesse Jamester would finally find themselves in the ring together for a one on one confrontation.
Lord Dominicus continued to prove his worth as Champion. The emotions ran high when he was in the ring with John Cavanagh. With that future championship opportunity in his back pocket, we know these two will collide sooner rather than later.
As for Chris Card, he did a tremendous job an unbiased official. Some people might've been concerned as to whether Card could be trusted or if he was going to go into business for himself. For his part, Chris Card showed himself to be a man worthy of the praise of his hometown, and a man who is capable of calling it how he sees it.
Our final shot is of the crowd in attendance cheering the winners of the main event.
[Cut.]
[Black.]
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[Flash.]
Our show opens in an untraditional way, with Gordon Carlson set to make his entrance where it was assumed he would be greeted with a heroes welcome with Northern Pro Wrestling returning to Halifax. Returning to the arena and city that Gordon helped make synonymous with wrestling excellence. Before Gordon could walk through Gorilla to make the return that both he and the fans had been looking forward to - trouble was just around the corner.
While the arena audience couldn't see what was taking place, they were left puzzled as to why there appeared to be a delay.
[The Big Screen.]
[Andy Donohue.]
[Chris Cavanagh.]
The two members of the Celtic Club who you would often find together as a team had taken the liberty of getting their match with Gordon Carlson started.
"Mystery Partner, huh?"
[WHAM!]
"We don't play by your rules, Gordon."
[WHAM!]
[Another vicious kick to the ribs from Andy Donohue.]
[Trigger was in tow as well, letting his loose lips sink ships.]
"You expected us to sit back, and take whatever it was you were hoping to dish out."
[...]
"I don't think so!"
[WHACK!]
The two men continued to take the fight to Gordon Carlson, who sheepishly rolled through the curtain with blood coming from his mouth.
[SPIKE PILEDRIVER!]
Andy and Trigger executed a nasty spike piledriver on Gordon Carlson on top of the ramp!
BOOOOOOOOO!!
Carlson was left laying in a heap. The Celtic Club didn't appear ready to let it go either, they only sought to keep the onslaught going.
RAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
The Celtic Club would soon find out that they weren't alone.
[Jay Stevens.]
The second generation star has been craving out quite a niche for himself. The man that Gordon Carlson said he had his eyes on and hoped to team with in the upcoming Trios tournament was on the scene and he was looking to even the odds.
Jay took a running jump and started laying into Chris Cavanagh!
Andy but Jay off, and the two men started tussling for position. Jay showed a savvy approach, and was able to get behind Andy and execute a judo trip to gain an advantage. Jay was doing all he could to fight off two members of The Celtic Club, and was doing a fantastic job, until the numbers eventually got the better of him.
Medics were on the scene to take a look at Carlson, who was in the midst of making a come back from a massive concussion sustained earlier this year in Destiny Wrestling.
The Spike Piledriver might've re-aggreviated Carlson's head and neck injury.
Jay Stevens continued to fight valiantly, and has his own bit of history with Chris Cavanagh from their time competing in the Cruiserweight Cup earlier this year. The NPW officials began to swarm to break up the melee that certainly had gotten way out of hand.
The Celtic Club have tightened things up as of late, and seem to be refocused and more dangerous than ever before. Whatever John Cavanagh has been saying or doing, his men have gotten the message and are looking to carry out beatings to any and everyone who crosses them. In what might've been a warm home coming had quickly spiralled into an aggressive beating. What might've been the beginning of a tremendous partnership between Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens was also forced into combat in a brawl, as opposed to having the opportunity to lace up their boots and forge a partnership within the confines of the squared circle.
The Celtic Club had taken that moment away from them.
The NPW Officials had finally restored order, and backed Andy and Chris off of the scene. A concerted Jay Stevens knelt down beside his fallen ally, and looked concerned about his well being. The crowd in the building saluted Jay Stevens for his efforts and actions, as he's quickly becoming the heart and soul of NPW in many ways.
Our scene fades out with NPW Officials and Jay Stevens walking Gordon Carlson to the back to receive medical attention. It's clear that over the past couple of weeks, The Celtic Club is looking to tussle with some of the biggest names inside the promotion. This rivalry is just getting started it would seem.
[Cut.]
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[Somewhere in the Arena.]
Creepy carnival music, slightly off key plays as Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey walk through what appears to be a sad looking little carnival outside of the arena. The tents are all dull looking and tattered, and the games are badly weathered. The entire thing has seen better days, and than there are the clowns. They are sad looking gothic looking bunch, looking more like extras from 'It' than any actual circus. They do little stunts and cartwheels, and look more maniacal than happy as they wave at the pair. Donzig pauses, grunting from behind his mask as he turns his hooded head about.
Sinclair Godfrey smirks, slightly amused as her arms fold across her chest. The pair study their handiwork, and then she arches a brow. 'I am not sure this says 'Carnival'.'
'Well, we are a little late for Lent. But I don't think the Maritimes are Catholic.' Donzig muttered as his head tilted to look at her from behind that mask, and Godfrey blinked.
'What?'
'What?' said Donzig with a shrug of leather clad shoulders. His head turned, and he was staring at something before he continued. 'I wish to greet Freakke in the manner he is accustomed to, and to confuse the Dark Stars with our earthly customs. It is all very simple, and what is that?' Donzig lifted an arm, pointing with a gloved finger. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and then stared. Standing nearby in black and weathered looking grey-white clothing was a man with a white painted face. He was pulling it a rope it seemed, and yet there was no rope. The other clowns seemed amused, but Donzig was clearly not.
Which was pretty amazing expression for a guy in a mask.
'A mime. He seems like a hit!'
Donzig growled, hand lifting to shove back his hood. Then he stomped forward, head lowering as he squared his shoulders. Sinclair gave a sigh, following after him as she knew what that look meant. 'I hate mimes!'
The clowns scattered, and the mime looked up in alarm as Donzig paused before him. The mime looked between the pair, shrugging as he acted like he dropped the rope. And Donzig fairly twitched, before he pointed an angry finger. 'I ordered clowns, I ordered clowns! And I did not at any point, ask for mimes! Get out of here!' The mime made a sad face, and mimicked crying which drew a snort of laughter from Sinclair.
Donzig seemed to not care, arms folded over his chest as he stared at the mime. Then the mime shrugged and started forward before bouncing off an invisible wall, he staggered back. Shaking his head before he walked forward to hit it again, then he held up his hands pushing on the wall as his eyes widened. A turn and he did it again, then a third time. The sad looking clowns started to whisper and laugh, and Sinclair covered her mouth.
'The Dark Stars! We are under attack! They could be anywhere!' Donzig hissed, looking around wildly before he drew back a step. His gaze still focused on the mime, and he grabbed Sinclair's arm to drag her along with him. 'They have captured the mime in a forcefield! Lucky for us there are a number of decoys to stop them from catching Freakke!'
[Cut.]
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[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Timeless 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 Timeless. 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!
Not you Keith Williams. Not you ……. (whispers with his hand over the mic put the crowd can still here as the mic is at his mouth under his hand) who are his partners again?
Roxylishus : Neo Rob Carter and James Garcia I believe.
Timeless : Yeah! Not them! ME! Sir Winsalot! I’m the sexy one!
Roxylishus : Get with the times Sleazeball. Creepy is ugly. Toughness is hot! Primal has more chance of a night with me than you ever will!
Timeless : (gives her the look) Which is none … right?
Roxylishus : Of course not.
[Roxylishus is wearing the Boo Boo face and doesn’t seem too happy to be out here. Timeless has a bag in his hand he brought to the ring with him.]
Timeless : So. It’s come down to this. Timeless and Primal, teaming together. Well, if we are going to do this, let’s do it right.
Primal!
Come on down to the ring, we got something to say to you face to face!
*"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".
Timeless : Primal. That Jack Off Williams asked if I was willing to go to war with you. Well. We HAVE been to war with each other!
AGAINST each other.
And ‘Sport’ …. You are one double tough son of a bitch!
Now … a while back when I first broached teaming together with you, you had a gift made for us, which we rudely turned down. See, it just wasn’t her style. We appreciated the gesture, but … maybe we went about turning it down the wrong way.
Primal : Did ... you just actually call me sport?
Timeless : So … we acknowledge for a team to succeed, there must be sacrifices made. So … Roxy ….. (throws the bag to her which she catches and glares at Timeless) Put it on!
[Roxylishus is pouting, she looks at Timeless who is giving her the look, then at Primal and then she forces a smile to him and shrugs and starts pulling the gift Primal made for her out of the bag. She has the hair bra in her hands and is working out how to put it on, and Primal grabs her wrist, then takes the hair bra from her.]
Primal : No ... this would be disingenuous. And unnecessary.
Roxylishus : (jumps for joy and then kisses Primal on the cheek, can he blush thru all that hair? [No, no he can't]) I knew you were a beautiful man inside!
Primal : We both know that isn't true. Also save this in case I change my mind in private later ... also could be a fun prank on Turner to slip it on him in his sleep .... The gesture is acknowledged, but I am not a child who needs to be placated. We have the same end goal in front of us. That should be all I need to make this work.
Timeless : Ok, enough of the Kumbaya. We are going to show these ReVs that when they walk into OUR home, they are walking into a whole other level of competition. We don’t whisper to management of our problems to run you out of town, we just walk to the ring and take you on and kick your fucking ass!
Primal : And any other appendages foolish enough to be put in our way. NPW is our playground, our yard, our domain. And like it or not ... we are the ones who will put you in your place for upsetting the natural order of the jungle.
Roxylishus : The Powerade Centre was the House Timeless built. This will be the house WE build. Timeless and Primal. Primal and Timeless. PRIME TIME!
[They both stare at her naming them Prime Time, shrug, and then nod, it sinking in it’s a great name.]
Timeless : Prime Time! I love it!
Primal : I've certainly seen worse names. It should be more than simple enough for even these peons to remember even AFTER the beatings we put them through.
Timeless : When you walk into NPW! You don’t do it half-heartedly. Thinking your Captain can do all the work and you can just cruise on by. We will chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat!
I take it as a personal insult that these clowns think they can half ass it around here and get over on US!
Primal : They won't even come within a hair's breadth of their desires here. ReVenants, put simply, you done fucked up. And Timeless and I aren't exactly known for our Canadian hospitality ... eh.
Roxylishus : (spice girl singing) "So what you think about that!?"
[Roxylishus drops the mic and Primal and Timeless meet in the middle of the ring and do the exaggerated Mega Powers hand shake]
[Cut.]
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[Somewhere in the Arena.]
Creepy carnival music, slightly off key plays as Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey walk through what appears to be a sad looking little carnival outside of the arena. The tents are all dull looking and tattered, and the games are badly weathered. The entire thing has seen better days, and than there are the clowns. They are sad looking gothic looking bunch, looking more like extras from 'It' than any actual circus. They do little stunts and cartwheels, and look more maniacal than happy as they wave at the pair. Donzig pauses, grunting from behind his mask as he turns his hooded head about.
Sinclair Godfrey smirks, slightly amused as her arms fold across her chest. The pair study their handiwork, and then she arches a brow. 'I am not sure this says 'Carnival'.'
'Well, we are a little late for Lent. But I don't think the Maritimes are Catholic.' Donzig muttered as his head tilted to look at her from behind that mask, and Godfrey blinked.
'What?'
'What?' said Donzig with a shrug of leather clad shoulders. His head turned, and he was staring at something before he continued. 'I wish to greet Freakke in the manner he is accustomed to, and to confuse the Dark Stars with our earthly customs. It is all very simple, and what is that?' Donzig lifted an arm, pointing with a gloved finger. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and then stared. Standing nearby in black and weathered looking grey-white clothing was a man with a white painted face. He was pulling it a rope it seemed, and yet there was no rope. The other clowns seemed amused, but Donzig was clearly not.
Which was pretty amazing expression for a guy in a mask.
'A mime. He seems like a hit!'
Donzig growled, hand lifting to shove back his hood. Then he stomped forward, head lowering as he squared his shoulders. Sinclair gave a sigh, following after him as she knew what that look meant. 'I hate mimes!'
The clowns scattered, and the mime looked up in alarm as Donzig paused before him. The mime looked between the pair, shrugging as he acted like he dropped the rope. And Donzig fairly twitched, before he pointed an angry finger. 'I ordered clowns, I ordered clowns! And I did not at any point, ask for mimes! Get out of here!' The mime made a sad face, and mimicked crying which drew a snort of laughter from Sinclair.
Donzig seemed to not care, arms folded over his chest as he stared at the mime. Then the mime shrugged and started forward before bouncing off an invisible wall, he staggered back. Shaking his head before he walked forward to hit it again, then he held up his hands pushing on the wall as his eyes widened. A turn and he did it again, then a third time. The sad looking clowns started to whisper and laugh, and Sinclair covered her mouth.
'The Dark Stars! We are under attack! They could be anywhere!' Donzig hissed, looking around wildly before he drew back a step. His gaze still focused on the mime, and he grabbed Sinclair's arm to drag her along with him. 'They have captured the mime in a forcefield! Lucky for us there are a number of decoys to stop them from catching Freakke!'
[Cut.]
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
'The Iron Bear' Joe Ghaven vs. The Colossus
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The ring needed to be double secured for this clash of titans between the two biggest and brawniest wrestlers on the roster. A lot of heated words were exchanged in the lead up to this bout, and with good reason. Both men felt they could be a matchup problem for the other. Both men seemed willing to throw their weight around, and dish out as much punishment as possible.
With Walter Whezl and Ethan Mills on the outside, some followers believed that might be the key to the eventual outcome. The fans stood in awe of the sheer size and strength of both competitors. Early on, a sidewalk slam off the ropes by Ghaven on Colossus was an early highlight. While the effort only received a two count, it was clear that each movement was accentuated by the impact and race that each man was able to create.
Walter paced the sidelines shouting instructions to his monster. Ethan Mills did his best to mock the opposing manager from his side of the ring. While Ethan was all smiles early on, his mood changed when The Colossus started to stave off Ghaven's offensive advances, and showcase some astute ring awareness, circling away from the ropes and digging his knee into the gut of Ghaven. A double axe handle from the potato thunder man was next, which dropped Ghaven to a knee.
A two step knee lift was what followed, and finally Ghaven hit the mat for the first time in the contest. The Colossus stomped away, as saliva shot across the ring with every intense blow that followed.
A two step knee lift was what followed, and finally Ghaven hit the mat for the first time in the contest. The Colossus stomped away, as saliva shot across the ring with every intense blow that followed.
Ethan Mills now wore the egg on his face, as his charge was taking the worst of it.
The Colossus whipped Ghaven into the ropes and flattened him with a big boot!
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Ghaven was able to kick out.
Ethan Mills leapt for joy, knowing they had life. Mills did his best to distract The Colossus, but to no avail. This wasn't the same easily impressionable man that he once was. This version was much more focused, more vicious.
Ghaven did his best to gather himself, and showed tremendous heart by firing up and doing his best to get back into the swing of the contest. Some deep elbows dug into the gut of The Colossus, which turned the tide briefly. The act allowed Ghaven to get back to his feet, where he was on neutral ground. A ducked attack and an atomic drop from Ghaven! Ghaven rushed forward and clotheslined Colossus out of his boots.
RAAAAAH!!!!
Whezl looked a little concerned. The 400 pound Ghaven wasn't to be trifled with, and it appeared as though the beating he took earlier had awoken him from his slumber. Ghaven pressed Colossus up in the corner, and started to ram him with his shoulders into the lower abdomen area. Each blow lessened the air in 'TC's" lungs! Ghaven hip tossed his foe to the middle of the ring, hit the ropes and came off with a huge splash!
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The Colossus was able to kick out once again. What a close call, which is indicative of the interactions and competitive spirit shown by both men. Ethan Mills shouted for Ghaven to finish things, which meant it was time to dig into his bag of tricks and take advantage of a weakened adversary.
Ghaven looked to power bomb The Colossus, but somehow he slipped out of the back door and dropped Ghaven with a reverse neck breaker!
Both men hit the mat, and needed to catch their breath.
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
The fans started to will both men to find that second gear and to fight on. Lord knows that each man had taken the other's best shot.
Back to neutral and the two big men started to slug it out.
BOOO
YAAAA
BOOO
YAAAA
BOOO
BOOO
BOOO
The Colossus took control, and hit Ghaven with a stiff short clothesline that dropped him down to one knee.
BIG BOOT!
WHAM!!
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NO!
Ghaven was able to kick out at the last moment. Whezl was all over the referee, claiming that the match should be over and that the three count was executed before Ghaven's shoulder came off the mat.
Ethan Mills looked nervous, holding his breath almost. Whezl shouted instructions to execute the POWERBOMB!!! The Colossus looked like he was about to dig into a fresh steak, as the glare in his eye spoke volumes. Ghaven was firing up, looking to get to his feet.
Kick to the gut from Colossus, Here comes the Powerbomb... Can he get him up?
He's fighting...
He's up!!!
OH WHAT THE HELL!!!!
DING DING DING
Ethan Mills pulled Ghaven by the boots and thwarted the powerbomb attempt from The Colossus. The referee was right there to see it, and called for the DQ. It appeared as though Ghaven was about to eat the biggest powerbomb of his life, but he was saved by his manager. Walter Whezl jumped into the ring and feinted like he was going to go after Mills, but Mills stood his ground and welcomed the conflict. The referee got in the middle, and did his best to restore order.
The Colossus was seething over the fact he wasn't able to complete the task of showing the roster he was capable of powerbombing just about anything.
Winner: The Colossus via DQ (9:13)
The fans also seemed to feel as though they were robbed from seeing an incredible feat of strength. Something tells me that this rivalry could continue on, as there are elements of the conflict that are still unresolved.
Ghaven admonished his manager for interfering, even though he could've been in big trouble. Have insisted that he was able to get out on his own accord. But we will never know. The scene concluded with Ghaven forcing Mills out of the ring and up the aisle deciding its best to fight another day.
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Timeless 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 Timeless. 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!
Not you Keith Williams. Not you ……. (whispers with his hand over the mic put the crowd can still here as the mic is at his mouth under his hand) who are his partners again?
Roxylishus : Neo Rob Carter and James Garcia I believe.
Timeless : Yeah! Not them! ME! Sir Winsalot! I’m the sexy one!
Roxylishus : Get with the times Sleazeball. Creepy is ugly. Toughness is hot! Primal has more chance of a night with me than you ever will!
Timeless : (gives her the look) Which is none … right?
Roxylishus : Of course not.
[Roxylishus is wearing the Boo Boo face and doesn’t seem too happy to be out here. Timeless has a bag in his hand he brought to the ring with him.]
Timeless : So. It’s come down to this. Timeless and Primal, teaming together. Well, if we are going to do this, let’s do it right.
Primal!
Come on down to the ring, we got something to say to you face to face!
*"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".
Timeless : Primal. That Jack Off Williams asked if I was willing to go to war with you. Well. We HAVE been to war with each other!
AGAINST each other.
And ‘Sport’ …. You are one double tough son of a bitch!
Now … a while back when I first broached teaming together with you, you had a gift made for us, which we rudely turned down. See, it just wasn’t her style. We appreciated the gesture, but … maybe we went about turning it down the wrong way.
Primal : Did ... you just actually call me sport?
Timeless : So … we acknowledge for a team to succeed, there must be sacrifices made. So … Roxy ….. (throws the bag to her which she catches and glares at Timeless) Put it on!
[Roxylishus is pouting, she looks at Timeless who is giving her the look, then at Primal and then she forces a smile to him and shrugs and starts pulling the gift Primal made for her out of the bag. She has the hair bra in her hands and is working out how to put it on, and Primal grabs her wrist, then takes the hair bra from her.]
Primal : No ... this would be disingenuous. And unnecessary.
Roxylishus : (jumps for joy and then kisses Primal on the cheek, can he blush thru all that hair? [No, no he can't]) I knew you were a beautiful man inside!
Primal : We both know that isn't true. Also save this in case I change my mind in private later ... also could be a fun prank on Turner to slip it on him in his sleep .... The gesture is acknowledged, but I am not a child who needs to be placated. We have the same end goal in front of us. That should be all I need to make this work.
Timeless : Ok, enough of the Kumbaya. We are going to show these ReVs that when they walk into OUR home, they are walking into a whole other level of competition. We don’t whisper to management of our problems to run you out of town, we just walk to the ring and take you on and kick your fucking ass!
Primal : And any other appendages foolish enough to be put in our way. NPW is our playground, our yard, our domain. And like it or not ... we are the ones who will put you in your place for upsetting the natural order of the jungle.
Roxylishus : The Powerade Centre was the House Timeless built. This will be the house WE build. Timeless and Primal. Primal and Timeless. PRIME TIME!
[They both stare at her naming them Prime Time, shrug, and then nod, it sinking in it’s a great name.]
Timeless : Prime Time! I love it!
Primal : I've certainly seen worse names. It should be more than simple enough for even these peons to remember even AFTER the beatings we put them through.
Timeless : When you walk into NPW! You don’t do it half-heartedly. Thinking your Captain can do all the work and you can just cruise on by. We will chew you up and spit you out in a heartbeat!
I take it as a personal insult that these clowns think they can half ass it around here and get over on US!
Primal : They won't even come within a hair's breadth of their desires here. ReVenants, put simply, you done fucked up. And Timeless and I aren't exactly known for our Canadian hospitality ... eh.
Roxylishus : (spice girl singing) "So what you think about that!?"
[Roxylishus drops the mic and Primal and Timeless meet in the middle of the ring and do the exaggerated Mega Powers hand shake]
[Cut.]
Non Title Match
30 Minute Time Limit
'D' vs. Jonnie Valentine
Entering first, ‘The Canadian Heart Throb” Jonnie Valentine comes to the ring to a choir of boos as the Nova Scotia audience sees their first glimpse of the star. Jonnie was not making fans in Canada with his behavior as of late. Up next he would have the opportunity to face off against a new competitor to the Northern Pro Wrestling scene. Sliding under the bottom rope and jumping to his feet, the Heart Throb was all smiles as the audience reminded him why he wasn’t there favorite.
Lights go down and a spotlight hits as the guitars and drums sound off for the Open Weight Champion of Northern Pro. Through the curtains walks D with the title around his waist, and dressed in his baggy black and red attire. The newly crowned Champion had made a huge impact in his first tournament in the North. Now he would take on a new competitor who was itching to prove he was worth a shot at that strap in Jonnie Valentine.
Referee signals for the bell and both men circle the ring looking to mingle with an elbow collar tie up, but the Open Weight champ slides under the arm and hooks a rear waist lock, lifting Jonnie off the canvas and putting him on his stomach, circling his back, before jumping up to his feet. Valentine looks frustrated right off the get go, as D shows his grappling skills. Rushing head first at D, Valentine goes for a tackle but D is too fast and lunges out of the way, causing Valentine to fly into the corner.
D lifts Valentine and drops him with a back drop, followed up with a senton leg drop! The Enigma that is D continues his antics with acrobatic kicks and a springboard clothesline in a series that has the fans on their feet! The momentum in D’s favor early on as he weaves the ropes into his repertoire of moves, showing his confidence and awareness in the ring.
Valentine catches D with a back elbow during a german suplex attempt, and reverses with his own! The crowd boos in response to the shift of momentum, but Valentine has had enough. He quickly snatches up D and begins dropping him with a scoop slam, a powerslam, and a tiger suplex that comes close to a fall but D lifts his shoulder up at the last moment.
The Enigma D catapults himself off the ropes in a springboard elbow fashion from an Irish Whip - only for Valentine to snatch him in mid-air and german suplex him across the ring! D rolls onto the apron and to the outside of the ring. Valentine uses the time to catch his breath, and formulate his next series of attack. Rolling under the bottom rope he heads around the ring to the opposite side where D rolled out. As he approaches he moves the steel steps, and places the top part next to the lower larger section.
Motioning with his hand that he is going to finish the Open Weight champion, Valentine cuts the throat with his thumb motion. Positioning D’s head between his knees, shoulders to thighs, he props up into a powerbomb and REVERSED! D drives Valentine’s head into the steel steps and busts him wide open with a head scissors takedown! Fans shoot to their feet and cheer the champion on!
The referee has a four count going on in the ring as this happens. D regroups and finds his way to the apron by the seven count, rolling in and breaking up the count; before sliding back out to grab Valentine. Bleeding like emergency care patient, Jonnie Valentine’s head is leaking blood all over the outside mat. The ringside doctor gets up to come check on him, but D doesn’t give him the opportunity to and throws Valentine into the ringside before rolling him under the bottom rope. Climbing the apron D uses the ropes and catapults himself over and hits a corkscrew splash into a pin attempt on Jonnie Valentine!
Shoulder up just before the three count! Valentine keeps himself alive. D pulls his opponent up to his feet and whips him to the far corner. Running he leaps in the air for a corner splash, but Valentine lunges out of the way and D catches the turnbuckles instead! Valentine hits a chicken wing body slam on D to follow it up!
Finding his second wind, Valentine snapmare’s D and locks on a reverse chin lock! Controlling the pace of the match, he worked the head of his opponent, focusing on submission holds and contorting stretches to wear down the Open Weight champion. Valentine looks impressive, however his ego is in full show off mode, as he flexes and smiles to the crowd while wrenching on holds.
D fights back up to his feet, elbowing Valentine a few times and rushing the ropes to get separation. Rebounding back he gets flap jacked into the air by Valentine and lands on his chest in the middle of the ring! D holds his chest in pain, as the move takes the air out of him. Valentine looks to finish off D and lifts him up and gets D in position, it looks like an INSIDE CRADLE! Impact is hard and we see D’s body go slumping as he hits the canvas. Covering him and hooking the leg, Valentine is in full Heart Throb mode with a smile across his face as the white and red attired wrestler looks for a victory pin!
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Ring awareness 101, D grabs the bottom rope with his left arm, just barely breaking the count at the very last moment! The referee insists to Valentine that he grabbed it before 3, but Valentine isn’t having it, and begins to push the referee around the ring, backing him into the corner.
Fans boo the self pro-claimed Canadian Heart Throb and jeer him as he bullies the referee. D finds his way to his feet and the referee pleads for Jonnie to leave him to do his job. As Jonnie turns his back on the referee, D hits him with a spinning round house kick that levels Valentine! D is pumped up, shaking his upper body pleading Valentine to get up. Valentine obliges and goes to rush D but is still out of sorts from the roundhouse, Valentine gets kneed in the stomach and then hooked by the neck, D hits the TWISTED TRUTH! Hooking the leg immediately after impact, D rolls his weight onto the chest of Valentine!
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Rolling off of Valentine, the Open Weight Champion stands up and gets his arm raised in victory. The announcer at ringside stands up as the Open Weight Championship is handed to the referee and provided to D.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pinfall, ‘D’ via the Twisted Truth! (16:13)
Valentine rolls out of the ring and falls to the outside floor. D takes the belt with both hands and raises it in the air over his head, even though the belt wasn’t on the line, he fought as though it was. The new Enigma of Northern Pro Wrestling was on fire!
[Cut.]
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[Backstage.]
After what happened at the onset of the broadcast, Gus Arnold is seen speaking with Jay Stevens. Jay is asking if there is news in regards to Gordon Carlson's apparent injury. Gus said that they were still waiting for the results.
Jay then reminded Gus of their discussion a month ago, and how he was patiently waiting to prove himself. Gus nodded, and said that he hadn't forgotten. Gus asked Jay to keep his calendar clear on June 8th, and that he would be making an announcement in regards to the June 8th event on NPW Honor.
Jay seemed satisfied, and shook the owner's hand. Gus told Jay to 'stay ready.'
Jay nodded, and said he was 'always ready.'
[Cut.]
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[Backstage.]
After what happened at the onset of the broadcast, Gus Arnold is seen speaking with Jay Stevens. Jay is asking if there is news in regards to Gordon Carlson's apparent injury. Gus said that they were still waiting for the results.
Jay then reminded Gus of their discussion a month ago, and how he was patiently waiting to prove himself. Gus nodded, and said that he hadn't forgotten. Gus asked Jay to keep his calendar clear on June 8th, and that he would be making an announcement in regards to the June 8th event on NPW Honor.
Jay seemed satisfied, and shook the owner's hand. Gus told Jay to 'stay ready.'
Jay nodded, and said he was 'always ready.'
[Cut.]
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The Tron shows a dying star that explodes and two spinning graphics that turn into The Dark Stars as "Sixes and Sevens" by Annihilator plays. The Dark Stars come out from the back and down the ramp, marching with purpose accompanied by The Dark Novas through lasers shooting upwards into the Nova Scotia arena. They have intense and ominous and murderous expressions on their faces. They hold the ropes open as The Dark Novas enter the ring and are joined by Niko in the center of the ring. Kono mounts the top turnbuckle and they roar as they shoot their weapons up and Kono backflips off the turnbuckle into a fighting crouch as lasers shoot upwards from the ring posts.
The Dark Stars remove their futuristic gladiator armor and place their weapons in their corner as Commandrix gives final instructions the same intense and ominous and murderous looks still on their faces. Kono and Niko take to their corner, as the referee instructs the other members that they are not allowed at ringside. A small debate occurs and then they head up the side of the ramp and leave.
The drums of war sound and the newcomer, Donzig comes out from the back. His menacing look gave fans another reason to boo him, as he walked to the ring with confidence and a brooding demeanor. Not paying no mind to the booing fans near ringside, Donzig walks the steps up to the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off his taped fists and lifting one up to the his mouth before smirking with an evil intent. The man’s eyes showing he has no contempt for what he is about to do to his opponents.
“Bad Devil” by Devin Townsend rips across the PA system as the partner of Donzig comes running out on the stage. Freakke “The Carnival King” rushes out and rolls on the stage entrance before bouncing to his feet with enthusiasm. As much as fans may have hated Donzig, they didn’t know Freakke but his energy was contagious. The newest addition to the Northern Pro locker room was jubilant, with his black and green attire dawning the look of a ring leader of the circus, he was an eye catching personality that immediately sent the fans oohing as he got to the ring and leaped over the top rope, rolling to the center in a crouched position, popping to his heels, spinning and bowing to the audience.
The referee for the night had his hands full, as he told the Dark Stars to keep it clean, and checked all competitors for weapons. This was a bout that could determine the number one contenders for a shot at the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions, the Colossus and Jesse Jamester. A win tonight would ensure it’s own bragging rights one would imagine, as the Dark Stars were the previous champions, and Donzig and Freakke would want to knock them off to find an opportunity awaiting them.
Ding, the bell sounds and it is Freakke and Kono starting it off. Both men seem to eye the other up, checking the other for a weak spot, circling the ring as though lions ready to kill the other. Kono ties up with Freakke, who quickly tries to push him back towards the ropes, Kono slips it and pushes Freakke to the ropes, who holds them as Kono tries to ripcord Freakke off them with a waist lock. Freakke doesn’t let go, and instead Kono does and knees him in the back, seeking to stop him from holding the ropes. Freakke turns to be met with a hard right, before he is irish whipped across the ring. Rebounding with speed, Freakke ducks Kono, rips off the ropes, and flying forearm from Freakke connects to Kono!
Both men are down, but Freakke quickly kip ups to his feet, bowing before the audience, showmanship being his speciality. The Carnival King takes this opportunity to grab Kono by the neck as he bows, and lift him up by the armpit, before arm dragging him not once, not twice, but three consecutive times before Kono quits jumping up. Kono rolls backwards towards his corner, and Freakke grabs him by the shoulders, trying a DDT, but Kono reverses into a suplex with a bridge for a one count.
Kono kicks Freakke while he is down, and tags in his partner Niko who comes off the top rope with an elbow drop on Freakke! The leg is hooked but it’s only a two count as Freakke kicks out. Niko pulls Freakke up and whips him off the ropes and leaps into the air for a hurricarana! Freakke responds by grabbing his opponent and spinning around, and for a few moments both men stand their spinning, and spinning, and spinning, and the crowd gets excited as Freakke turns it into a sitout powerbomb!
The dizziness sets in though and Freakke cannot pick up the pinfall, nor remembers he has an opponent down. He tries to stand up to go to his corner, but his legs are wobbly and Freakke staggers around. Niko does the same thing as he begins to come to, the dizzy spins as he falls and misses his partner. Freakke lands in his corner and Donzig who has the tag rope in hand leans over and smacks him on the back. Donzig steps between the ropes and rushes Niko who is just standing in his corner - CLOTHESLINE!
Kono tags himself in as this happens, but Donzig is on a tear, whipping the smashed body of Niko across the ring into his team’s corner and coming across with a shoulder thrust out of the movie Water Boy! Captain Insano would be proud! Across the ring one more time and Niko hits his corner again but this time Kono comes flying off the top rope with a missile dropkick to Donzig who was charging! Kono knocks him off his feet and lands hard on his stomach.
Action packed, Niko returns to the apron as Kono takes over. Kono grounds his opponent Donzig, locking on submission holds focusing on the right shoulder of Donzig. Relishing the thought of another submission, Kono locks the head and tries to get a grapevine going to control Donzig’s body, but Donzig is too strong, and he uses Kono’s legs to help get himself to his feet. As he does, he hooks the legs and drops backwards with all his weight, causing Kono to be squished between Donzig and the canvas! Donzig gets up, annoyed with Kono’s actions, and swiftly kicks him in the head!
Donzig hoists Kono up by the waist precariously, dead lifting the man at his side, before fully flipping him over his head and onto his back behind him! Donzig doesn’t stop there though, his veins popping, a sense of destruction coming as he pounds his chest with a fist and motions for Kono to get what’s coming!
Kono staggers up, but Donzig is ready and he hooks him for the 25:17! Niko with the forearm to his back breaks it up! The referee yells at Niko to get back on the apron, and as he is doing this Freakke gestures about Terminatrix at ringside, but the referee is occupied. Terminatrix hits the ring and comes at Donzig with spinning wheel kick that knocks him out of his boots! Kono sees this and shakes off the cobwebs, grabbing Donzig and goes for a double team suplex with Terminatrix, but Freakke isn’t having that! Freakke comes in and superkicks Terminatrix, then turns and superkicks Kono! Donzig sees Terminatrix roll off the apron to the outside and looks up to see Kono spinning to land on his face. Freakke runs across the ring and smashes Niko on the apron with a knee that sends Niko flying off the apron into the guard rails!
The referee is trying to make heads or tails of whats going on, but Freakke doesn’t give him time, as he jumps on the apron where the opponents stood, uses the ropes and springboard moonsaults onto the rising Terminatrix and Niko! Inside the ring Donzig is crouched, waiting for Kono, who gets up, seeing Freakke mid-sault, and turns around to be met with a stiff DONZIG STUNNER! The fans erupt at the action packed match! Covering Kono, Donzig hooks both legs.
1….
2……..
3…………
The pinfall is final and the bell sounds! Freakke slides in the ring and grabs the arm of a rising Donzig, who swiftly pulls it away thinking it’s a Dark Star, but realizes it’s his partner. The two men throw a fist in the air to celebrate their win, as Kono rolls out of the ring, to be aided by his team mate and Terminatrix.
Announcer: Winners of the match, Freakke the Carnival King and Donzig via pinfall! (12:40)
[Cut.]
--
{There was a small lull. The last match had ended and everyone was gone and the next match hadn’t started yet. The sold out NPW crowd starts to chant and buzz with excitement. What in the world was going to happen next!?}
Blake Samuels: “For those watching at home, we still have plenty more action to come. We just-“
“REGRETS IVE GOT MINE!!!”
{The crowd rips into a frenzy as “Full of Regrets” by Danko Jones starts ripping through the P.A! As the chorus echoes through the arena, Steve Awesome steps out onto the stage and he stops to face all the NPW fans chanting for the “Face of the Franchise”. Sure he’s usually an asshole, but fans love to see new faces.}
Blake Samuels: Oh My! Can you believe it folks!? We saw the confirmation online that he had signed. But now, Steve Awesome! The Face of the Franchise, the former ncw champion, the former IWF champion, the former X*Crown Champion has arrived here tonight!
{Steve leans up in the corner, with his trademark smirk. He had his classic sunglasses, a “Keith Williams” T-shirt, and a pair of slim fit jeans. The crowd chant his name, happy that he has arrived. After a few long moments of basking in the chants, Steve finally steps forward and grabs a microphone.}
Steve Awesome: Oh yeah baby! What can I say? The Face of the Franchise... has landed...in N...P...W!
{He starts sauntering around the ring. Stopping to make a couple kissy faces at some of the ladies in attendance.}
Steve Awesome: Now I know what that means for you all. Now that you know Northern Pro has the awesome one, you're gonna be paying much more attention. Make sure that you do!
{He stops and scans the crowd again.}
Steve Awesome: You see, all around me I see younger faces out there in the crowd. I watch as younger wrestlers break into this business. You people out here, you watch YouTube. Everyone here and everyone watching in the back, they’ve all been told that I’m some type of legend around here. They heard stories of the type of XCrown Champion I grew to be. They all know what the history books show.
{He shrugs his shoulders.}
Steve Awesome: But they don’t know “why” I’m a legend.
{He turns and faces the hard camera.}
Steve Awesome: You all know what I’ve done….”
{He flashes a smirk.}
Steve Awesome: ...but I don’t think you know what I can actually do. Well that all ends starting tonight. NPW. XHF Network. I’m going to show you why I’m a legend.”
{All of a sudden Esmeralda Von Krauss steps out onto the stage holding puffing on an Egyptian cigarette in an emerald and black foot long holder.}
Steve Awesome: I’m going to show you all why I’m the Face of the Franchise!
{Steve suddenly notices EVK on the ramp. Puffing away at her cigarette and staring at Steve with infatuated eyes. Steve does a double take and is taken aback by what was happening. He didn’t even really know this woman!}
Steve Awesome: And uh-...
{He glances back and forth at the camera and EVK, trying to regain his focus.}
Steve Awesome: and um uh- show you why you should never uh….
{Steve stops again and looks up at EVK in confusion and then turns back and looks into the camera and shrugs.}
Steve Awesome: ...take your eyes off me.”
{Steve lowers his microphone to his side but you can still hear him yell “what the hell are you doing? Do I know you!?” “Hello!?” “I can see you!” But EVK doesn’t respond. She just stands there staring at him seductively. Puffing away at her Egyptian cigarette.}
[Cut.]
Tag Team Showcase
30 Minute Time Limit
The Dark Stars vs. Freakke & Donzig
The Tron shows a dying star that explodes and two spinning graphics that turn into The Dark Stars as "Sixes and Sevens" by Annihilator plays. The Dark Stars come out from the back and down the ramp, marching with purpose accompanied by The Dark Novas through lasers shooting upwards into the Nova Scotia arena. They have intense and ominous and murderous expressions on their faces. They hold the ropes open as The Dark Novas enter the ring and are joined by Niko in the center of the ring. Kono mounts the top turnbuckle and they roar as they shoot their weapons up and Kono backflips off the turnbuckle into a fighting crouch as lasers shoot upwards from the ring posts.
The Dark Stars remove their futuristic gladiator armor and place their weapons in their corner as Commandrix gives final instructions the same intense and ominous and murderous looks still on their faces. Kono and Niko take to their corner, as the referee instructs the other members that they are not allowed at ringside. A small debate occurs and then they head up the side of the ramp and leave.
The drums of war sound and the newcomer, Donzig comes out from the back. His menacing look gave fans another reason to boo him, as he walked to the ring with confidence and a brooding demeanor. Not paying no mind to the booing fans near ringside, Donzig walks the steps up to the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off his taped fists and lifting one up to the his mouth before smirking with an evil intent. The man’s eyes showing he has no contempt for what he is about to do to his opponents.
“Bad Devil” by Devin Townsend rips across the PA system as the partner of Donzig comes running out on the stage. Freakke “The Carnival King” rushes out and rolls on the stage entrance before bouncing to his feet with enthusiasm. As much as fans may have hated Donzig, they didn’t know Freakke but his energy was contagious. The newest addition to the Northern Pro locker room was jubilant, with his black and green attire dawning the look of a ring leader of the circus, he was an eye catching personality that immediately sent the fans oohing as he got to the ring and leaped over the top rope, rolling to the center in a crouched position, popping to his heels, spinning and bowing to the audience.
The referee for the night had his hands full, as he told the Dark Stars to keep it clean, and checked all competitors for weapons. This was a bout that could determine the number one contenders for a shot at the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions, the Colossus and Jesse Jamester. A win tonight would ensure it’s own bragging rights one would imagine, as the Dark Stars were the previous champions, and Donzig and Freakke would want to knock them off to find an opportunity awaiting them.
Ding, the bell sounds and it is Freakke and Kono starting it off. Both men seem to eye the other up, checking the other for a weak spot, circling the ring as though lions ready to kill the other. Kono ties up with Freakke, who quickly tries to push him back towards the ropes, Kono slips it and pushes Freakke to the ropes, who holds them as Kono tries to ripcord Freakke off them with a waist lock. Freakke doesn’t let go, and instead Kono does and knees him in the back, seeking to stop him from holding the ropes. Freakke turns to be met with a hard right, before he is irish whipped across the ring. Rebounding with speed, Freakke ducks Kono, rips off the ropes, and flying forearm from Freakke connects to Kono!
Both men are down, but Freakke quickly kip ups to his feet, bowing before the audience, showmanship being his speciality. The Carnival King takes this opportunity to grab Kono by the neck as he bows, and lift him up by the armpit, before arm dragging him not once, not twice, but three consecutive times before Kono quits jumping up. Kono rolls backwards towards his corner, and Freakke grabs him by the shoulders, trying a DDT, but Kono reverses into a suplex with a bridge for a one count.
Kono kicks Freakke while he is down, and tags in his partner Niko who comes off the top rope with an elbow drop on Freakke! The leg is hooked but it’s only a two count as Freakke kicks out. Niko pulls Freakke up and whips him off the ropes and leaps into the air for a hurricarana! Freakke responds by grabbing his opponent and spinning around, and for a few moments both men stand their spinning, and spinning, and spinning, and the crowd gets excited as Freakke turns it into a sitout powerbomb!
The dizziness sets in though and Freakke cannot pick up the pinfall, nor remembers he has an opponent down. He tries to stand up to go to his corner, but his legs are wobbly and Freakke staggers around. Niko does the same thing as he begins to come to, the dizzy spins as he falls and misses his partner. Freakke lands in his corner and Donzig who has the tag rope in hand leans over and smacks him on the back. Donzig steps between the ropes and rushes Niko who is just standing in his corner - CLOTHESLINE!
Kono tags himself in as this happens, but Donzig is on a tear, whipping the smashed body of Niko across the ring into his team’s corner and coming across with a shoulder thrust out of the movie Water Boy! Captain Insano would be proud! Across the ring one more time and Niko hits his corner again but this time Kono comes flying off the top rope with a missile dropkick to Donzig who was charging! Kono knocks him off his feet and lands hard on his stomach.
Action packed, Niko returns to the apron as Kono takes over. Kono grounds his opponent Donzig, locking on submission holds focusing on the right shoulder of Donzig. Relishing the thought of another submission, Kono locks the head and tries to get a grapevine going to control Donzig’s body, but Donzig is too strong, and he uses Kono’s legs to help get himself to his feet. As he does, he hooks the legs and drops backwards with all his weight, causing Kono to be squished between Donzig and the canvas! Donzig gets up, annoyed with Kono’s actions, and swiftly kicks him in the head!
Donzig hoists Kono up by the waist precariously, dead lifting the man at his side, before fully flipping him over his head and onto his back behind him! Donzig doesn’t stop there though, his veins popping, a sense of destruction coming as he pounds his chest with a fist and motions for Kono to get what’s coming!
Kono staggers up, but Donzig is ready and he hooks him for the 25:17! Niko with the forearm to his back breaks it up! The referee yells at Niko to get back on the apron, and as he is doing this Freakke gestures about Terminatrix at ringside, but the referee is occupied. Terminatrix hits the ring and comes at Donzig with spinning wheel kick that knocks him out of his boots! Kono sees this and shakes off the cobwebs, grabbing Donzig and goes for a double team suplex with Terminatrix, but Freakke isn’t having that! Freakke comes in and superkicks Terminatrix, then turns and superkicks Kono! Donzig sees Terminatrix roll off the apron to the outside and looks up to see Kono spinning to land on his face. Freakke runs across the ring and smashes Niko on the apron with a knee that sends Niko flying off the apron into the guard rails!
The referee is trying to make heads or tails of whats going on, but Freakke doesn’t give him time, as he jumps on the apron where the opponents stood, uses the ropes and springboard moonsaults onto the rising Terminatrix and Niko! Inside the ring Donzig is crouched, waiting for Kono, who gets up, seeing Freakke mid-sault, and turns around to be met with a stiff DONZIG STUNNER! The fans erupt at the action packed match! Covering Kono, Donzig hooks both legs.
1….
2……..
3…………
The pinfall is final and the bell sounds! Freakke slides in the ring and grabs the arm of a rising Donzig, who swiftly pulls it away thinking it’s a Dark Star, but realizes it’s his partner. The two men throw a fist in the air to celebrate their win, as Kono rolls out of the ring, to be aided by his team mate and Terminatrix.
Announcer: Winners of the match, Freakke the Carnival King and Donzig via pinfall! (12:40)
[Cut.]
--
{There was a small lull. The last match had ended and everyone was gone and the next match hadn’t started yet. The sold out NPW crowd starts to chant and buzz with excitement. What in the world was going to happen next!?}
Blake Samuels: “For those watching at home, we still have plenty more action to come. We just-“
“REGRETS IVE GOT MINE!!!”
{The crowd rips into a frenzy as “Full of Regrets” by Danko Jones starts ripping through the P.A! As the chorus echoes through the arena, Steve Awesome steps out onto the stage and he stops to face all the NPW fans chanting for the “Face of the Franchise”. Sure he’s usually an asshole, but fans love to see new faces.}
Blake Samuels: Oh My! Can you believe it folks!? We saw the confirmation online that he had signed. But now, Steve Awesome! The Face of the Franchise, the former ncw champion, the former IWF champion, the former X*Crown Champion has arrived here tonight!
{Steve leans up in the corner, with his trademark smirk. He had his classic sunglasses, a “Keith Williams” T-shirt, and a pair of slim fit jeans. The crowd chant his name, happy that he has arrived. After a few long moments of basking in the chants, Steve finally steps forward and grabs a microphone.}
Steve Awesome: Oh yeah baby! What can I say? The Face of the Franchise... has landed...in N...P...W!
{He starts sauntering around the ring. Stopping to make a couple kissy faces at some of the ladies in attendance.}
Steve Awesome: Now I know what that means for you all. Now that you know Northern Pro has the awesome one, you're gonna be paying much more attention. Make sure that you do!
{He stops and scans the crowd again.}
Steve Awesome: You see, all around me I see younger faces out there in the crowd. I watch as younger wrestlers break into this business. You people out here, you watch YouTube. Everyone here and everyone watching in the back, they’ve all been told that I’m some type of legend around here. They heard stories of the type of XCrown Champion I grew to be. They all know what the history books show.
{He shrugs his shoulders.}
Steve Awesome: But they don’t know “why” I’m a legend.
{He turns and faces the hard camera.}
Steve Awesome: You all know what I’ve done….”
{He flashes a smirk.}
Steve Awesome: ...but I don’t think you know what I can actually do. Well that all ends starting tonight. NPW. XHF Network. I’m going to show you why I’m a legend.”
{All of a sudden Esmeralda Von Krauss steps out onto the stage holding puffing on an Egyptian cigarette in an emerald and black foot long holder.}
Steve Awesome: I’m going to show you all why I’m the Face of the Franchise!
{Steve suddenly notices EVK on the ramp. Puffing away at her cigarette and staring at Steve with infatuated eyes. Steve does a double take and is taken aback by what was happening. He didn’t even really know this woman!}
Steve Awesome: And uh-...
{He glances back and forth at the camera and EVK, trying to regain his focus.}
Steve Awesome: and um uh- show you why you should never uh….
{Steve stops again and looks up at EVK in confusion and then turns back and looks into the camera and shrugs.}
Steve Awesome: ...take your eyes off me.”
{Steve lowers his microphone to his side but you can still hear him yell “what the hell are you doing? Do I know you!?” “Hello!?” “I can see you!” But EVK doesn’t respond. She just stands there staring at him seductively. Puffing away at her Egyptian cigarette.}
[Cut.]
Tag Team Showcase
30 Minute Time Limit
The New Untouchables vs. Joseph Mack & Leon Van Zandt
The New Untouchables were accompanied by Kirsty McKinney, clad in shorts and a t-shirt instead of wrestling gear. Otherwise the entrances were fairly unremarkable, and the match started without any particular drama. It was Joseph Mack and Jeffrey Daniels in the ring to start. They locked up, Mack easily overpowered and tossed Daniels head over heels, Daniels rolled to his feet and retaliated with a superkick, which Mack caught, tossed him again but Daniels flipped and landed on his feet.
He charged Mack, ducked a clothesline, rebounded off the ropes, tried a corbata into a bulldog which Mack powered his way out of and backdropped Daniels, who again landed on his feet. The two men nodded and exchanged a quick fistbump.
Tags were mutually exchanged and in came LSR and LVZ. LVS went for the single leg, LSR cartwheeled and immediately started laying in chops, not interested at all in going to the mat with LVZ. Once he had space he switched to roundhouse kicks, knocking LVZ to the mat with a good one. He went into a cover and LVZ immediately hooked his arm and neck and rolled him over into a D’Arce choke! Whether it be playing possum or instinct. Daniels springboarded in with a targeted flying elbow to LVZ, then rolled backwards and under the ropes. LSR got up, waited on LVZ to rise, hit the far ropes, cartwheeled and clobbered LVZ with a lariat.
LVZ struggled back to his feet and LSR leaped for a dropkick that LVZ sidestepped. LVZ quickly hooked some kind of half crab variant where he kneeled on LSR’s other knee. Thinking of how he recently recovered from a knee injury, LSR dived for the ropes. LVZ left him there and tagged out to Mack.
LVZ struggled back to his feet and LSR leaped for a dropkick that LVZ sidestepped. LVZ quickly hooked some kind of half crab variant where he kneeled on LSR’s other knee. Thinking of how he recently recovered from a knee injury, LSR dived for the ropes. LVZ left him there and tagged out to Mack.
Mack put LSR in a neutral corner and laid in a few chops, then whipped him cross ring and hit a spinning heel kick in the corner. From there he planted LSR on the back of his neck with a side suplex. Went for a cover, but LSR kicked out in two. Mack slowed things down with a chinlock and it’s just a chinlock, but with his size and strength advantage Mack was able to do some damage, easily resisting LSR’s attempts to power back to his feet. It still wasn’t going to get a tap though. Mack grabbed LSR’s arm to pull him to his feet, and as soon as he was up LSR fell backwards to hit Mack with an “inverted superkick” (actually a “sole food” jawbreaker).
Hitting the ropes for speed he ran into a body check from Mack which took him to one knee. Mack in turn hit the ropes for speed, but he ran into a jumping high knee counter from LSR! LSR went for a corbata, Mack tried to counter this one with a falling uranage but LSR hooked him on the way down with a DDT, and both men hit hard. Mack having taken a little less punishment than LSR started crawling first, and he made the tag - but only a few seconds sooner, and LSR tagged out to Daniels just as LVZ was heading into the ring!
Hitting the ropes for speed he ran into a body check from Mack which took him to one knee. Mack in turn hit the ropes for speed, but he ran into a jumping high knee counter from LSR! LSR went for a corbata, Mack tried to counter this one with a falling uranage but LSR hooked him on the way down with a DDT, and both men hit hard. Mack having taken a little less punishment than LSR started crawling first, and he made the tag - but only a few seconds sooner, and LSR tagged out to Daniels just as LVZ was heading into the ring!
Daniels was a house on fire, taking LVZ down with a spinning headscissor and then an enzuigiri! Mack yelled encouragement to LVZ from ringside (remember, everyone’s a face here). Daniels hit the ropes, somersaulted over an attempted cut block from LVZ, did a handspring to bounce his feet off the top rope, rolled backwards and hit LVZ with the jumping cutter! With LVZ off his pins Daniels tried rolling him up with La Magistral, but Mack wasn’t having it and broke the pinfall. He whipped Daniels to the ropes, Daniels attempted a spinning heel kick and Mack caught him right out of the air! Before he could decide what to do with him though, LSR entered the ring and delivered a superkick right between the eyes! Mack landed on his back with Daniels on top of him. LSR quickly booted LVZ and set him up for the piledriver, Daniels used a triangle jump to hit the top rope and added a spike to it. Untouchadriver!
Daniels made the cover while LSR just ran straight at Mack with a spinning forearm to keep him from breaking the pin. One, Two, THREE, and The New Untouchables had picked up the meaningful win they’d been lacking to date.
The New UTs shook hands with a clearly frustrated but still sportsmanlike Mack, and waited to make sure LVZ was back on his feet before Kirsty joined them in the ring for a little well earned celebration. The three of them hit three of the four corners of the ring and threw up the UT hand gesture.
Winner: New Untouchables (Jeffrey Daniels) via Untouchadriver (14:38)
[Cut.[
--
[Backstage.]
Eron and Gordon exchange a look, and then a smile. Perfect timing, because Gordon was just informed that he's going to be reevaluated in four weeks, and isn't to take part in any physical contact. The prognosis puts Gordon's participation in the XHF Trios Tournament in jeopardy. Gordon shrugs the Doctor off, stands up and walks over to his friend who's been patiently waiting.
Carlson: "Look who it is."
Hunter: "It's good to see you."
Carlson: "What could've been..."
Our camera pulls back, we listen as the two former tag team partners catch up. Centrifugal Force was set to challenge for the XHF TagTeam Championships at End of Days, when an injury to Hunter's knee took him out of action indefinitely.
Carlson: "You've gotten better."
Hunter: "It's not easy surviving amongst the sharks."
Carlson nods is head. The silence is spoke to the each man taking the time to reflect, while also being thankful for the opportunity to have met again.
Carlson: "I hear you're a pretty big deal around here these days."
Hunter looked down not knowing how to respond to the compliment. It was if he almost was shy about how his star continues to shine.
Carlson: "Big Match Tonight.... "
The Young Warrior looked up and made direct eye contact. A moment of silence, before Hunter extended his hand while maintaining eye contact. His grip was tight, and it told the story that not only was Eron Hunter aware of the stage he was about to be on.
He was ready for it.
--
[The camera moved away from the scene and shot down the hallway to where Gus Arnold is headed towards a set of locker rooms.]
[Gus knocks.]
[Julius Fristik.]
[Jesse Jamester.]
[Jesse nods for his son to step aside for a moment. Not only was Jesse curious as to why he was set tp have a face to face with the owner of the company, but he had to know that this encounter meant something big was on the horizon.]
Gus congratulated Jesse on his performance in the XHF Rumble. Gus said that his efforts would be rewarded with more opportunities to become the X*Crown Champion in the near future.
Jesse didn't say much, as he still felt that Gus hadn't sought him out to deliver a bevy of compliments.
That's when Gus spoke to 'JJ' about Call to Arms. A five on five team event, where teams from all over the XHF Network would compete for brand supremacy. It was here that Gus asked Jesse to represent Northern Pro Wrestling at the event. Once Jesse agreed, Gus added some extra weight to the pot.
Gus said that Jesse would be responsible for selecting the other four men to fight along side of him at the event.
In his own unique way, Gus could've been hands on in the selection process, but instead showed a tremendous amount of trust in who Jesse is as a man, and the type of men he would want to fight alongside of him.
Arnold: "Now that we have an agreement.... Have a talk with your tag team partner tonight. Tell him his message has been received loud and clear. Tell him he doesn't need to target Gordon Carlson to get my attention. Nobody is denying him or them any opportunities."
Gus spoke with conviction. He believed John Cavanagh was testing him in some high level game of chess. It was Gus' turn to move.
Arnold: "We will be having a Tag Team Battle Royal for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships on May 25th."
After offering such strong authority to Jesse Jamester, the old man was testing JJ's resolve. A blockbuster announcement about the future of the Imperial Crown Championship to co-holder of the championships and informing him in the very same breath that the rest of the Northern Pro followers were to be made aware.
Arnold: "You and The Colossus will have you work cut out for you. Have you spoken to him as of late?"
Gus didn't need an answer as his message was clear. These were tests, and ones that might very well show the type of character held by Jesse Jamester. Would he rise above and beyond? You can bet he's fully aware of what Gus is trying to do. The question is - will Jesse play along?
[Cut.]
--
[Cut.[
--
[Backstage.]
Eron and Gordon exchange a look, and then a smile. Perfect timing, because Gordon was just informed that he's going to be reevaluated in four weeks, and isn't to take part in any physical contact. The prognosis puts Gordon's participation in the XHF Trios Tournament in jeopardy. Gordon shrugs the Doctor off, stands up and walks over to his friend who's been patiently waiting.
Carlson: "Look who it is."
Hunter: "It's good to see you."
Carlson: "What could've been..."
Our camera pulls back, we listen as the two former tag team partners catch up. Centrifugal Force was set to challenge for the XHF TagTeam Championships at End of Days, when an injury to Hunter's knee took him out of action indefinitely.
Carlson: "You've gotten better."
Hunter: "It's not easy surviving amongst the sharks."
Carlson nods is head. The silence is spoke to the each man taking the time to reflect, while also being thankful for the opportunity to have met again.
Carlson: "I hear you're a pretty big deal around here these days."
Hunter looked down not knowing how to respond to the compliment. It was if he almost was shy about how his star continues to shine.
Carlson: "Big Match Tonight.... "
The Young Warrior looked up and made direct eye contact. A moment of silence, before Hunter extended his hand while maintaining eye contact. His grip was tight, and it told the story that not only was Eron Hunter aware of the stage he was about to be on.
He was ready for it.
--
[The camera moved away from the scene and shot down the hallway to where Gus Arnold is headed towards a set of locker rooms.]
[Gus knocks.]
[Julius Fristik.]
[Jesse Jamester.]
[Jesse nods for his son to step aside for a moment. Not only was Jesse curious as to why he was set tp have a face to face with the owner of the company, but he had to know that this encounter meant something big was on the horizon.]
Gus congratulated Jesse on his performance in the XHF Rumble. Gus said that his efforts would be rewarded with more opportunities to become the X*Crown Champion in the near future.
Jesse didn't say much, as he still felt that Gus hadn't sought him out to deliver a bevy of compliments.
That's when Gus spoke to 'JJ' about Call to Arms. A five on five team event, where teams from all over the XHF Network would compete for brand supremacy. It was here that Gus asked Jesse to represent Northern Pro Wrestling at the event. Once Jesse agreed, Gus added some extra weight to the pot.
Gus said that Jesse would be responsible for selecting the other four men to fight along side of him at the event.
In his own unique way, Gus could've been hands on in the selection process, but instead showed a tremendous amount of trust in who Jesse is as a man, and the type of men he would want to fight alongside of him.
Arnold: "Now that we have an agreement.... Have a talk with your tag team partner tonight. Tell him his message has been received loud and clear. Tell him he doesn't need to target Gordon Carlson to get my attention. Nobody is denying him or them any opportunities."
Gus spoke with conviction. He believed John Cavanagh was testing him in some high level game of chess. It was Gus' turn to move.
Arnold: "We will be having a Tag Team Battle Royal for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships on May 25th."
After offering such strong authority to Jesse Jamester, the old man was testing JJ's resolve. A blockbuster announcement about the future of the Imperial Crown Championship to co-holder of the championships and informing him in the very same breath that the rest of the Northern Pro followers were to be made aware.
Arnold: "You and The Colossus will have you work cut out for you. Have you spoken to him as of late?"
Gus didn't need an answer as his message was clear. These were tests, and ones that might very well show the type of character held by Jesse Jamester. Would he rise above and beyond? You can bet he's fully aware of what Gus is trying to do. The question is - will Jesse play along?
[Cut.]
--
Grudge Match
No Time Limit
The ReVenants (Williams & Garcia) vs. Prime Time (Alex Turner & Primal)
After hearing what was said earlier in the evening, it's clear that Timeless and Primal have set aside personal issues and have officially agreed to work together going forward. A force which was brought together out of respect for one and other in battle. In what one might call a 'misunderstanding' it's clear that these two didn't get off on the right foot with one and other.
Through the process, it's clear that Primal has found new purpose and life through his journey as of late - and seems intent on resifting his energy into a dominant reign within the promotion.
Standing beside him is a man that almost made his girlfriend wear Primal's back hair on her chest. A man that stands for what he sees and believes - Timeless. No time like the present to get a look at this new tandem in the flesh, than right now.
When the Rev's made their entrance, fans in Northern Pro Wrestling acted cautiously as perhaps the impact of the Trio signing with Northern Pro Wrestling had to be seen to be believed. Keith Williams lead the way, and made sure to remind the crowd of what he was capable of. Rob Garcia followed, and had a few choice words for the fans that he walked past.
When the action got underway, it was clearly going to be a physical contest, as the heat between these sides had reached it's boiling point. You want to make an impact? You go out there and make someone else's moment, your moment. Keith Williams for nothing more than a 'spot' a 'story' or because he 'could' set out to ruin the Main Event of Northern Pro Wrestling on back to back weeks. He was the man who took out Lord Dominicus and Niko after their time limit draw.
Then Williams and company conspired to eliminate Timeless and Primal, simply because they were in a featured spot in the main event of another event, and The Revs must always look the best, be the best and have the last word. What they couldn't have known - was that Primal and Timeless weren't going to sit around for long and lick their wounds. The next opportunity that came about for them to even the score, that's what they did.
At the Openweight Tournament, these four men met in the middle of the ring, and differences were hashed. Had it not have been for Primal, Timeless might be walking around out of action on Doctor's orders. But as he said, he's stupid and he doesn't give a rip about going to the hospital. Primal's decision to lend a hand was the first indication that what these two men forged in battle went beyond respect. There was a built in loyalty that couldn't be easily explained.
But they both felt it.
After the first brawl sequence, Timeless and Primal had the Revs re-thinking their approach. The fans were fired up and they made it no secret as to who they were there to cheer for. Williams and Garcia weren't new to this, and after they slowed things down a bit to suck the air out of the building, they found more success.
Williams showed some power that people often forget to mention when they list the multitude of impressive attributes that he posses. The way he suplexed Timeless and unceremoniously dropped him on his head was an early highlight. Garcia made sure to make the quick tag, and the Rev's used a gracious 5 count from the official to both tag turns working Timeless over in their corner.
A double irish whip and tandem clotheslines was next. The Revs were there to hurt someone, they were there to take someone's livelihood away from them. They were clearly bitter about some of the way their career's were handled in another promotion within the XHF Network, and perhaps some of that angst and paranoia was starting to rear it's head in their matches. They seemed to take things more seriously, more personally. It was almost if to say they felt burnt and betrayed and became bitter and hostile by nature inside of the ring.
Williams made sure to taunt Primal, as he stood helplessly on the outside, hoping his partner would turn things around.
Williams backed Timless into the corner and lit him up with some stuff chops. Timeless would almost be brought back to life at the impact, as they were stiff enough to snap anyone out of a die and remind them that they were in a fight.
Timeless fired back, which brought the crowd alive. Keith bounced back, surprised. He ran forward and we kicked in the gut, before being DDTed into the canvas. This bought Timeless a moment to regroup, but Williams was able to tag Garcia and he cut the ring off, and continued lacing Timeless with stomps.
A deep reverse chin lock gave the audience the visual of Timeless struggling to get back into the fight, but fading at the same time. The crowd willed one of their favs to continue, and he fought on. After a slick gator roll, Timeless as able to use the momentum to break Garcia's lock, and execute a double leg take down from his knees where ground and pound commenced.
Williams entered to stop it, but Primal saw it coming and speared him!
The crowd was into it, as Timeless decided to take the win after some vicious shots, and bring Garcia over to his corner. He tagged Primal, and 'PrimeTime' executed stereo diving shoulder tackles, that Sat Garcia down and caused him to flip backwards into the ropes. What huge impact shown by the two bruisers.
Keith jumped into the ring to cause more disturbance, but Timeless did his best to cut him off. The two men ended up spilling to the floor where they continued to lace each other up.
Inside of the ring, Primal picked up Garcia and drove him down to the mat with extreme force with what he calls The Empty Abyss!
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Winners: Prime Time via Empty Abyss (10:33)
And just like that, Primal had scored the winning pinfall for Prime Time in their official debut as a team. I'm sure many would consider this an upset, but It's hard to argue with the results. The Revs would've had the chemistry advantage due to their history together. But on this occasion, they weren't able to get the job done against Prime Time.
The referee leapt off the apron to break things up between Williams and Timeless, as they didn't hear the bell, and fought on after the match had been called. Williams rolled into the ring to check on his partner, who was starting to catch his wind. Both men looked surprised at the end result, but knowing them - they will be back with more vengeance in mind.
On the other side of the coin, a big win for Prime Time, cementing them as a real threat to the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships. One would have to assume that they're part of the field that is set to compete for the titles on the May 25th show.
[Cut.]
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[Hype.]
[16 Competitors.]
[8 Teams.]
[1 Winner.]
[The Prize?]
[The Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships.]
[Battle Royal Style.]
[May 25th, 2021.]
[Don't Miss It.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Main Event
Show and Prove
No Time Limit
Special Guest Referee: Chris Card
Jesse Jamester & John Cavanagh vs. Lord Dominicus & Eron Hunter
The crowd had hushed for a second. Rumours of who the special guest referee would be had been circulating around the various wrestling websites and newsletters for days. Who could step in to referee such a large match? Their questions would be answered soon as the announcer offered a simple sentence to the watching fans.
“And your special guest referee. Residing in Toronto, Ontario but originally born right here in Halifax, Nova Scotia, ‘Technical Perfection’ Chris Card.”
The pop was enormous. Looking to bring it back to an older time, “Genius” by Pitchshifter played across the arena PA. Microphone in hand, Chris Card walked out of the entrance gate and soaked in the atmosphere, the conquering hero returning to where he spent his formative years. As the crowd broke into a huge chant of “WELCOME HOME!”
Chris Card: Halifax? It’s always good to be back home. Seem I was sitting at home watching the XHF Rumble, watching how well the NPW talent did. The Iron Man John Cavanagh. A third placed finish from Jesse Jamester. And I thought to myself, “Damn, Chris, This is a federation in your old stomping grounds showing the rest of the Network how we do it in the Maritimes. I have to get me a piece of this.”
Chris Card: So, what did I do? I made a couple of phone calls. I got told they needed a referee for this match. I moored up at Melville Island. Tomorrow night I’m going to take my lovely wife Diana to 2 Doors Down on Barrington Street. But tonight I’m going to be in the middle of the action so I can get a real close look at why the buzz is all about NPW.
[Record Scratch.]
[The Big Screen.]
The big screens flickered into life and the boos build as the crowd recognised the face of Cross Recoba, beloved AWF star but fierce rival (and former tag partner) of Chris Card. Cross smiles as he looks downwards.
Cross Recoba: Oh, hello Chris. I had a feeling you couldn't resist a show in your little home town. So I recorded you this special message. Now if anybody wasting time on this little backwater federation have access to a phone, not one of those rotary ones, a smartphone, I'd mark it on your calendar that I am going to face this slime bag on a proper wrestling show, AWF Clash of the Icons, and I am going to plant his head right through the middle of an AWF ring.
Boos rained down from across the arena at this insult.
Cross Recoba: So make a note of it. June 12th. I am going to beat your local hero. And I'm going to do it in the capital of the great United States. Mark my words.
[Static.]
The Fans in the arena make their displeasure known. In some parts of the world, the crowd would've erupted for Cross Recoba, but not here, not tonight. The loyal fans of Nova Scotia would take a bullet for their hometown hero, regardless of whether he was doing right or wrong.
Card walked over first to the heel side, patting down Cavanagh and Jamester, offering a brief nod at both competitors when he found nothing untoward in their gear. He crossed the ring and patted down Eron Hunter, again finding nothing before finally getting round to Lord Dominicus. A couple of brief pats in the usual hiding spots later and Card ordered LD to remove the truncheon he has slid down the leg of his wrestling gear and the brass knuckles in the crotch. Because, and the crowd knowing this offered a brief chuckle of laughter, Lord Dominicus is a compulsive cheat and Chris Card knows every old wrestler’s trick in the book. The pre match rituals done, Card called for the bell to be ring and the wrestlers got underway.
After Jesse Jamester and Eron Hunter had agreed with their partners to open the match, the Lynx began by quickly circling his much bigger, much slower opponent. The lithe lizardlike Jamester attempted to reach out and snag Hunter, grasping at nothing but air with his long rangy arms but the Lynx’s pace kept him out of reach and a few sharply delivered kicks found their target, forcing a grunt from beneath the mask of Jamester. Eron attempted to press any advantage he had gained by adding a little sprint to his step and arcing his leg through the air but Jamester caught him and casually fell backwards, hurling Hunter backwards with a leg trap suplex. Hunter, having immense body control, fell out of the move into a backwards roll and got straight back to his feet. You could almost see a smile forming over the obscured face of Jamester but Double J backed away and tagged Cavanagh into the match. Hunter backed off and tagged out himself.
With a confident air about him, Lord Dominicus strode into the middle of the ring, daring John Cavanagh to come within reach. The Iron Irishman looked immediately to throw down and a quick trade of strikes, fierce punches from Cav and precise, brutal knife edged chops from LD crashing into each other as both looked to gain supremacy with brawling. Neither could and the repeated crashes of flesh on flesh may have popped the crowd, they seemed to have little effect on their opponent. Lord Dominicus looked to stop Cavanagh’s brawling with a boxing style clinch but this merely lead Cav to wrap his own arms around Dominicus’, spinning the Master of Evil around through the air and planting him on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Cavanagh waited around for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
...But Dominicus powered out. Dominicus retreated back to his corner and tagged Eron Hunter back in and Cavanagh smiled, looking to take advantage of a much smaller opponent. Hunter sprung over the ropes and forward rolled into a full sprint, whipping his leg through the air and connecting his foot flush with Cavanagh’s face. As Cavanagh dropped to the mat, Eron Hunter ran the far ropes and dodging a loose arm thrown at him from the Rumble high rollers’ corner. On his return, Hunter performed a beautiful handspring into a cartwheel and connected with a cartwheeling kick onto the side of Cav’s head. The Iron Man was floored and Hunter scrambled over into a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Cavanagh rolled a shoulder up. The Lynx hopped to his feet with the amazing speed and poise that he is famed for and after firing off a quick pair of toe kicks into the ribs of Cav, Hunter headed for the side ropes and bounced off into a running moonsault that landed flush onto John Cavanagh’s ribcage. Eron hooked the leg again…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Cavanagh powered out again, launching Eron Hunter into the air with the force of his kickout. Hunter looked up at Chris Card who clearly signalled the two count sign back at him. With a slight reprieve from his cruiserweight opponent’s attacks, Cavanagh scrambled back to his own corner and tagged in Jamester. Jamester walked across to face up against Hunter and The Lynx quickly slipped in behind, looping an arm over Jamester’s neck. The cruiserweight fell backwards, looking to hit an Inverted DDT on the mighty Calgarian but JJ planted his feet and slipped Eron’s grip, turning to stand over his now grounded opponent. Jamester backed up to the ring ropes and allowed Hunter to stand, getting the drop on him by rushing forwards and wrapping his arm around the Sicilian’s neck, Hunter’s head being dropped to the mat with a sharp DDT. Jamester walked back to his own corner and tagged the now recovered Cavanagh back in.
With his opponent stunned on the mat, John Cavanagh walked over to Eron Hunter and hauled him up by the hair. Cavanagh looked out into the crowd, possibly enjoying the booing and cat calls coming in from every filled seat in the arena as he quickly locked in a back waistlock. With all effort and no bridge, the Iron Man muscled Hunter over and spiked his neck on the mat with a vicious German Suplex, folding the unfortunate Hunter up like an accordion. Cavanagh looked over to Jamester with a little superior smile crossing his face and walked over, tagging JJ back in with Hunter still downed. Jamester walked back over to Eron and stuffed him forcefully into a standing head scissors. Jamester sneered from under his mask as the Canadian Monster grabbed both arms around Hunter’s ribs and lifted him up, sitting out into a nasty looking piledriver. Jamester covered…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… but the spirit of Eron Hunter was not to be denied and he raised a shoulder from the mat. Jamester threw an evil look at Chris Card but the home town hero threw the two sign at him. Jamester shrugged and headed back to his own corner to let Cavanagh have another go. Jamester threw a pair of fierce stomps after the tag and as Lord Dominicus protested, Chris Card issued a one word command, “Back!” to the Lord of All Things Dark and got straight back to his job of clearing the ring, knowing full well that in a tag team match HE’D be looking to make the most out of a distracted referee. As Jamester protested, Cavanagh sauntered over to the ailing Hunter and hauled the cruiserweight off the mat, inverting his body with ease. The Irish Ironman was brutal with his next move, sitting down and driving Hunter’s head straight down into the mat with a Seated Tombstone Piledriver that jarred Hunter’s neck. Cavanagh pinned the limp body of Hunter…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! Hunter had just managed to inch a shoulder off the mat and the count was broken. This time it’s John Cavanagh who protests at the perceived slowness of the count. Cavanagh stood and walked Eron Hunter into the unfriendly corner and tagged Jesse Jamester back in. The brutish pair pinned Hunter up against the turnbuckles and laid shots in, with Card forced to make a very forceful five count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F… Cavanagh slipped out the ring just before Card could disqualify him. Jamester backed off, giving himself space to go for something more trademarked, more distinctive to his style. JJ lowered his shoulder and charged full pace, looking to tear Eron Hunter apart with Half of the Laugh… BUT ERON HUNTER HAULED HIS BODY OUT OF THE WAY USING THE TOP ROPE! JAMESTER CRASHED SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! HUNTER CARRIED ON THE MOMENTUM OF HIS DODGE INTO A REVERSE TIGER FEINT KICK ON JOHN CAVANAGH!
With a burst of energy coming from out of nowhere, Eron Hunter moved at pace towards his own corner, allowing Lord Dominicus to tag himself in on Hunter’s back. Hunter rebounded off the ropes and launched himself over the ropes, flipping in midair and landing on Cavanagh with a beautiful Tope con Giro! Dominicus slithered into the ring and as Jamester looked down at the car crash outside the ring, The Evil One charged at his back and drove a knee right into his lumbar region. With a manic glee visible through his body language, Lord Dominicus lashed a boot downwards into Jesse Jamester’s thigh, forcing the Calgary native to drop to one knee. The Sinister Sorcerer rushed the ropes, taking a quick look over his shoulder to check on how the Hunter vs Cavanagh situation is developing, before bouncing back off and landing an allmightily powerful knee to Jamester’s temple.
Outside, Cavanagh grabbed Hunter by the arm and slung him at the ring post but Hunter used the steps to hop up onto the ring apron. Hunter quickly headed to his own corner as Dominicus waited on Jamester’s return to his feet. Still groggy, Jamester turned to face his own corner, presumably out of instinct and a flash of insight crossed John Cavanagh’s face. He grabbed a chair from the front row and sent it sailing into the ring for Jamester to catch. As Eron Hunter blind tagged on Dominicus’ back, Jamester swung the chair full force at the Evil One’s head, but Dominicus ducked the swing! Allowing his momentum to carry him onwards, Dominicus charged the ropes and hit a plancha straight onto The Irish Ironman! Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Eron Hunter spotted the slightly disoriented Jesse Jamester, still staggered from his wild swipe missing. Hunter flipped forwards and CARTWHEEL KICKED THE CHAIR FULL INTO JAMESTER’S FACE! The effect of skull clashing against skull sent James reeling backwards and flipping onto the ring apron, needing to steady himself by grabbing hold of the top rope.
AND ERON HUNTER CHARGED AND LEAPED OVER THE TOP ROPE, CRASHING JESSE JAMESTER INTO THE CONCRETE OUTSIDE WITH A SUNSET BOMB SUICIDA! Cavanagh and Dominicus were busy exchanging blows on the outside, they both turn to check what’s going on but neither man cared about much more than lighting each other up with shots. Chris Card put the count on…
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!
ERON HUNTER SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING ….
NINE!
JESSE JAMESTER REACHES OUT TO GET BACK IN…
TEN!
The bell sounded and Hunter and Dominicus were announced as winners by countout.
The crowd was going wild!
Lord Dominicus joined his tag team partner back in the ring, rolling away from Cavanagh. Outside of the ring the bad guys gathered their thoughts and huddled up, looking like they were about to rush the ring. They hopped up onto the ring apron… Only for Cavanagh to notice that Card had palmed something out of his own tights. They jumped down off the ring apron and began to walk away as Card fired a full blast of Capsaicin Carnage from his trademark Aerosol Equalizer before raising the hands of Dominicus and Hunter to properly mark their victory.
After months of torment, it was Eron Hunter who was able to exact a measure of revenge against the man who had been tormenting him. While this victory was sweet, something told the audience that this rivalry wasn't over. Eron Hunter and Jesse Jamester would finally find themselves in the ring together for a one on one confrontation.
Lord Dominicus continued to prove his worth as Champion. The emotions ran high when he was in the ring with John Cavanagh. With that future championship opportunity in his back pocket, we know these two will collide sooner rather than later.
As for Chris Card, he did a tremendous job an unbiased official. Some people might've been concerned as to whether Card could be trusted or if he was going to go into business for himself. For his part, Chris Card showed himself to be a man worthy of the praise of his hometown, and a man who is capable of calling it how he sees it.
Our final shot is of the crowd in attendance cheering the winners of the main event.
[Cut.]
[Black.]
