Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:43:52 GMT -5
[We open inside of the Scotiabank Arena in Halifax to a healthy crowd. Gus Arnold has gone on record and stated that he expects this summer and fall season to be one of NPW's best, and he wants the people of the organization's home province to be able to witness it first hand.]
[“Disasterpiece” by Slipknot blares over the sound system of the arena. Green and white lights flicker down on a circle near the entrance. Out steps the long haired grizzly vet, Jesse Jamester. Dressed in his wrestling attire, all but the trenchcoat, he has his new merch shirt that has his mask on the front featuring the red X he carved into it during the XHF Rumble, and the words “It’s not over until I say so” on the back. Walking the aisle, Jesse appears to be all business, as he heads around the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper’s table, before jumping up on the apron and into the ring. The music fades out as he takes to the center of the ring. Lifting the microphone up to his mask, Jesse’s lips barely visible through his beard.]
Jesse Jamester: Tonight I got two jobs to do, one is later tonight when I defend the Imperial Crown Championships in a battle royal against every tag team on the roster.
[The crowd cheers for the main event of the evening, showing signs for their favorite teams, some Dark Stars love, some Prime Time love being shown from the audience, along with others.]
Jesse Jamester: But that’s not why I’m out here right now, no, we have another matter to attend to. You see, Gus Arnold has given me the job to find the men who will represent this company in the annual XHF Call to Arms battle come June 11th.
[Jesse pauses as the fans pop to the Call to Arms announcement.]
Jesse Jamester: Now, I know I’m not the most popular man among the boys in the back. Hell I’ve given you all every reason in the book to hate me. (Leans his head to the side) I can relate to that, it’s the same hate I have for Anthony Caffrey. I’m not here to sugar coat this one bit. So here, I want to make it absolutely clear right now, so boys, listen up and listen good!
This team needs the best we have to beat the rest of the teams from the XHF. I’m looking for four individuals who can come out here and put the bullshit aside, and tell me they are ready to kick ass all over the XHF!
[The crowd is up for the hype, chanting ‘N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA!’ as Jesse goes on.]
Jesse Jamester: This is the time to stand up and show me you are what you preach! Every man in that back who has ever stepped in the ring with me---
[Cut off by the sound of music playing]
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.]
[Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.]
Timeless : I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it.
Crowd: I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless : No (holding his hand up to block them) You're not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
[Timeless stands face to face and chest to chest with Jesse Jamester.]
Timeless : So. You are our elected leader are you?
[Timeless scoffs]
Timeless : Now that is a hoot. Tell me something. Why on earth would WE … The NPW! Have a 3rd wheel chump like you be OUR Captain? What are we? Team LACKEY?
So you had a good showing in the rumble. Who HASN’T?!
When I was Captain of Team Timeless at Vicious Valentines. With that runt of a champion Little D and J Mac … we made mincemeat of you and the Syndicate!
Later tonight, with Primal by my side, a man I have been to war with and have all the respect in the world for, we will make mince meat of you again and send you sailing over this top rope along with six other teams and them gold tag belts, they will then belong to Prime Time!
[Crowd cheers for the unlikely duo and begin cheering ‘Prime Time! Prime Time! Prime Time!’]
Timeless : I don’t know. Maybe there is something I haven’t seen. I am a fair man. So. You tell me Jesse Jamester.
What exactly is it you have done that makes you Captain worthy of a team of NPW’s finest. Let’s be honest, why should we follow the lead of, from what we have all seen so far, a Glorified concierge for Dane. If he hadn’t rage quit and ran off the moment someone kicked his ass, face it, you’d still be sniffing his jock strap!
Now you are playing Joe Jackson bullying your son, and messing with some punk Cruiserweight BECAUSE YOU GOT NOTHING ELSE GOING ON!
But you're meant to be OUR Captain?
[Eyeing up Alex Turner, Jesse nods, seeming to get the point of what Timeless is saying to him.]
Jesse Jamester: You know Timeless, the Syndicate was a business deal. We did good business. That is what I’m about, good business and wrestling.
You are right though, I don’t have your trust, and why should I?
Gus Arnold knows where I stand when it comes to Northern Pro. This is my home and I will fight to defend it whenever I am asked to. I’m not out here telling you to trust me. I know I wouldn’t if I were in your shoes. I’m sure most of the roster back there, if not ALL of them, feel that way - and I have given them every reason not to over the past year.
Aye, Primal and you, we will have our moment later tonight, I’m sure of that. But right now, it’s not about the Tag championships, no it’s bigger than that!
[Taking a moment to acknowledge the crowd who is telling Timeless to “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Jesse pauses.]
Jesse Jamester: I’m asking you to step up and stand beside me in the biggest battle in the XHF. I want fighters! People that bleed this business! People like YOU, who go to war in this squared circle week after week! I know you didn’t come out here just to take jabs at me. No Timeless, you want what I want. To prove that we are without a doubt the best at what we do in this ring, across the globe. I know it, you know it, and now the rest of the world is due to see it.
What do you say Timeless, do you think we can coexist for one night for NPW?
Timeless : Wow. How ….. Diplomatic. Hmmmm … what do you say Primal?
[At this moment Jesse feels the warm breath of a monster of a human being on the side of his neck. To his credit he doesn’t flinch. He smirks. Primal leans away from the lizard faced man and steps from behind him. How he got there is a mystery. How does a 288 pound ball of muscle and greasy hair go into stealth mode? Maybe it’s part of Timeless’ charm. Regardless, Primal slinks around in front of the self-proclaimed captain. He looks deep into his eyes as if sensing his soul.]
Primal: It’s a funny thing, allegiances. You think we, who fought for months and beat the respect out of each other, should just fall in step like good little soldiers. Behind you.
[He scoffs … then smirks as he runs the microphone through his greasy chest hair before bringing it to his lips.]
Primal: Third place .. pretty impressive. You almost lasted half as long as me! Nine men … nine men fell at my feet. Nobody in NPW came close to that number in that match. And considering I threw myself over the ropes I basically account for 20% of the rumble getting put to the floor. But yes, let’s talk about you. The future FORMER Tag Team Champion of NPW. And what have you done to earn MY respect?
[Jesse glowers at Primal but Primal raises a hand to his face to say hold your horses]
Primal: Well you put Caffrey through a few tables. That’s always worth a few laughs. But see … it’s this ...
[Primal pokes the X on the mask]
Primal: This tells me you finally put your head on straight. You embraced the inner humanity. You are trying to reach your apex form. It’s THAT that tells me you will stay the course and hold no grudges when Alex and I walk out tonight with your tag title belts on our waists, and a field of broken bodies left strewn around the ringside area.
[Primal leans in and we can just about smell his rotten breath, fish and socks and sneakers and sweat.]
Primal: Yes Alex … I think I can be counted on to fight for the ”GREATER GOOD”. After all … I need to get that title belt on my waist. Think of all the beautiful violence we could enact together … after all .. who else but you Jesse. In NPW, even came within spitting distance of what I did at the Rumble?
[He is interrupted as if on cue by the sounds of a guitar chords and a familiar voice saying “Behold the King...the King of Kings”. No time for showboating, John Cavanagh steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand, quite the rare sight as The One Man Dynasty stood by himself and began to walk slowly towards the ring.]
John Cavanagh: Well, now it seems as if all of the little boys in the locker room have come out and said their little piece--maybe it’s time for THE MAN to speak.
[The crowd boos at Cavanagh.]
John Cavanagh: How cute it is that the three of you blithering morons have come to the conclusion that you’re going to do “what’s best for the NPW”.
[John stops his speech and walks up the ring steps.]
John Cavanagh: Well, tickle me pink and call me fucking Susan.
[John steps through the ropes, joining Primal, Timeless and Jamester in the ring.]
John Cavanagh: You can’t POSSIBLY have the best team going into an event like this--without this guy.
[John pointed to himself and smirked.]
John Cavanagh: The only problem for you guys--is this bastard right here...he doesn’t follow…
[John stares at Primal.]
John Cavanagh: This son of a bitch doesn’t give a damn how much pain your body can withstand or how sick and demented you are in your head...
[John turns his body and stares a laser through Timeless.]
John Cavanagh: This evil prick doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how sexy you think you are or how much of a fucking comedy act you are…
[John smiled and made one last turn to Jamester.]
John Cavanagh: And this sick puppy sure as shit doesn’t give a damn that we were on the same page for a cunt hair of a second in The Rumble because you sure as shit ain’t man enough to be my captain….
[John turns his back to stare at the hard cam as the crowd boos John’s remarks.]
John Cavanagh: And let’s make one last thing clear...this bastard ain’t joining Team Northern Pro Wrestling because it’s the right thing to do...this son of bitch ain’t doing this to wave the flag of Northern Pro out of loyalty for some washed up has been like Gus Arnold...this evil prick is agreeing to be part of Team NPW as a means to an end…
[Oh what’s this? “The Bear Song” by Green Jelly hits, interrupting whatever Cav was trying to say because it’s time for the NPW Triple Crown Champion to make his way to the ring! Lord Dominicus comes from the back and walks…..very slowly as he realizes what he’s about to walk into.]
Lord Dominicus: It seems what we have here is a bunch of pretenders who are trying to captain a team going into the Call to Arms tournament. It seems that we have a bunch of guys who want to represent Northern Pro Wrestling and give us a leg up come Overheated in an effort to bring the X*Crown Championship to the great white north!
[He reaches the ring but doesn’t get in yet, instead, Lord Dominicus, bandoleered by the NPW North American Crusierweight and Double Crown championships walks around the ring.]
Lord Dominicus: But what do I see here? Hey Turner, what earned you your leadership of this team? Your Canadian championships? Oh no wait, you screwed those up so bad they had to replace them with MY Double Crown Championship! Don’t forget that when the DOMINI-TEAM beat the Syndicate it was me making that pin while you were off doing jack all- of course.
[Timeless conveniently ignores his long-time rival.]
Lord Dominicus: Or Johnny Cav? Actually I’m happy you’re out here. Going to jail voluntarily is probably the best thing you could have done. But what leadership qualities do you have? It’s not like you lead your own group of thugs already
[John is confused because...y’know, he does lead his own group already.]
Lord Dominicus: But no matter! Primal!
[LD jumps up onto the ring apron and looks very hesitant to enter but holds a hand up.]
Lord Dominicus: Primal I’ve got no beef or pork or any other meat with you. I’m glad you’re here, you’re a force to be reckoned with and not a horrible embarrassment like your partner. But do you know what is embarassing?
[He points to Jamester]
Lord Dominicus: Look, I don’t often agree with “Antiquated” Alex Turner- but Jesse, if you expect the future Tag Team champion and the guy he tags with and the iron man of the Rumble to take orders from you- the third wheel of that group we don’t like talking about anymore?
[Dominicus leans in]
Lord Dominicus: Then you’re more crazy than we all thought. Haha.
[The DARK LORD OF NPW holds up his hands defensively and backs off a little….from everyone.]
Lord Dominicus: So when I saw this little gang forming I realized there was only one answer to who was going to have to come down and ONCE AGAIN use his DARK EVILNESS to save the day. Your TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION- Lord Dominicus. I humbly shall commandeer this group and valiantly bring us to glory at Call to Arms!
[They don’t respond well to any of this and start to move in on Dominicus, who quickly throws up his hands again.]
Lord Dominicus: BUT- BUT! Ok, ok. But, when we win. It won’t be for my glory, it’ll be for each of us- AS A TEAM. And AS A TEAM we’ll go on to Overheated and AS A TEAM we’ll claim our right to as many Night of Champions slots as we can! This isn’t team Jamester, team Primal and other, team Cavanagh, or even the DominiTeam. This is team Northern Pro Wrestling and we’re gonna show every other team in that prison who the number one company in the XHF Network is!
[Gus Arnold.]
[The owner of Northern Pro Wrestling walks out onto the top of the stage.]
Gus Arnold: "It's great to see everyone getting along so well!"
[Gus smiles, knowing full well these five men are willing to tear each other apart at a moment's notice.]
Gus Arnold: "When I approached Jesse on the last show, I presented him with an opportunity. I asked him to put together a group of competitors who want to lead Northern Pro Wrestling into Call to Arms, and find the competitors who want to win as badly as he does. As was proof in the XHF Rumble, Jesse Jamester has his eyes on the prize and has the skills to back it up."
"Jesse...this is a job well done. Somehow, you've found a way to bring these men together to at least listen to what you were proposing. I know that you might not all like each other, and that's fine. But what I do know, is that you all bleed for Northern Pro Wrestling. You've put your bodies' on the line to earn respect and clout for ourselves and for this promotion. For that, I am forever grateful."
[Gus begins to pace a little bit, searching for the proper words. The mid 50's patriarch doesn't mince words.]
Gus Arnold: "I'm not appointing any of you the 'leader' of this team as you all fit the mold and could make a very strong case to be placed in that position. What I expect is that you'll watch each other's back and work together for the greater good of your future's and the future of this promotion. Should you be successful in winning Call to Arms, the entire XHF Network will send their best to try and defeat you to earn a spot in the main event of Night of Champions. What some wrestlers work their entire careers to achieve could be thrust upon you all overnight, should you find enough common ground to make this a joint goal as opposed to individual."
[The crowd begins to chant.]
[Northern Pro!]
[Northern Pro!]
[Northern Pro!]
Gus Arnold: "These are the types of opportunities that shift the authority and power within the XHF Network. We've sat idly by and taken part for a year now, but it's high time we go out there and cease the day. So, consider this my official blessing. The five of you are going to represent Northern Pro Wrestling at Call to Arms in three weeks time."
RAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
RAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Gus Arnold: "Together, we can shake up the entire game. "
[Slow Clap.]
[Speeding up.]
[Faster.]
[Faster.]
[As fast as possible.]
[Gus drops the mic and salutes the fans.]
--
[Our camera follows Gus through the curtain, and around the corner to a long hallway.]
[OH NO!]
[Andy Donohue.]
[Chris Cavanagh.]
[As we approach, we see Joseph Mack laying face down on the concrete floor, and both members of The Celtic Club are putting the boots to him.]
[Gus looks absolutely disgusted.]
Gus Arnold: "Not again. This is the third week in a row."
[Which was true. Last week it was Gordon Carlson, and now another member of Gus' Warehouse crew was subject to an attack. Gus was so livid that he inserted himself into the melee.]
Gus Arnold: "I've had just about enough of you punks taking liberties with my roster."
[Trigger and Andy don't seem phased, and they taunt the owner of the company.]
Gus Arnold: "If I was twenty years younger I would handle you both myself. Do you think this proves anything?"
[John Cavanagh has exited the ring area after the Call to Arms announcement.]
John Cavanagh: "What seems to be problem here?"
Gus Arnold: "It's high time that you called off your dogs John. This agenda of yours, these random attacks you're ordering, I've had enough."
John Cavanagh: "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"
[Just then, the Canadian Grizzly enters the fray. The hulking KUMA looks ready to take on all three members of the Celtic Club. Gus holds him back, and with other members of the medical staff, they begin to pull Joseph Mack out of harms way.]
Gus Arnold: "I know you think very highly of yourself. I got the memo from the moment you signed your contract. People warned me about you, and how you did business. I've got to tell you John, I've had enough."
John Cavanagh: "I have been hunting those close to you, and I'll keep doing so until you give me that North American Double Crown Opportunity that I earned two months ago."
Gus Arnold: "The opportunity has always been there, John. You just don't want to do it on anyone else's timeline but your own. That's not how I do business, and I'm certainly not going to be strong armed by you, or these two goons any longer."
[All Three Members of the Celtic Club take a step forward.]
[KUMA is watching, ready to strike.]
Gus Arnold: "Effective immediately, I don't want to see you, or your goons anywhere near this arena. In fact, I don't care if I ever see you three again."
[We can hear faint cheers from the crowd in the arena.]
John Cavanagh: "Oh it's like that is it? We have a shot at the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships tonight."
Gus Arnold: "Not anymore you don't."
[The crowd is buzzing.]
Gus Arnold: "As for you inclusion on our Call to Arms team, I'm going to allow that to stand. I won't cripple any of your ambitions to be the X*Crown Champion or to express yourself in a way you feel necessary. But as for you being part of Northern Pro Wrestling events going forward? That's something I'll have to think long and hard about. But as of right now, I want you three out of here."
John Cavanagh: "You'll be hearing from our lawyers."
Gus Arnold: "So be it."
[The old man didn't flinch, and as the conflict is dying down, members of the arena security have now surrounded the Celtic Club and are ready to forcefully exit them from the arena should the need arise. John, Trigger and Andy decide to take the path of least resistance, and walk out of the back door of the Scotiabank arena.]
KUMA: "Do you think they'll be back?"
Gus Arnold: "I honestly don't know."
KUMA: "I just overheard the medics talking about Mack's condition, and they're not sure he's going to be cleared to compete tonight."
Gus Arnold: "That's exactly my point. Our 8 team battle royal is down to six. All due to the selfishness and ego of the Celtic Club. Addition by subtraction is something I've gotten used to in recent months, so this might just be how things go around here over the next while."
KUMA: "Say the word, and I'll rip them apart one by one."
Gus Arnold: "I appreciate it. But you've got other things to focus on tonight. Your Openweight Championship Match."
[KUMA snarls and slaps his hands together. He nods to Gus, and walks away as the scene cuts away.]
--
--
[Here We Go!]
Jesse Jamester/The Colossus (c) vs. The New Untouchables vs. The Celtic Club vs. The Dark Stars vs. I-69 vs. Joseph Mack & Leon Van Zandt vs. Prime Time vs. Donzig & Freakke
[“Disasterpiece” by Slipknot blares over the sound system of the arena. Green and white lights flicker down on a circle near the entrance. Out steps the long haired grizzly vet, Jesse Jamester. Dressed in his wrestling attire, all but the trenchcoat, he has his new merch shirt that has his mask on the front featuring the red X he carved into it during the XHF Rumble, and the words “It’s not over until I say so” on the back. Walking the aisle, Jesse appears to be all business, as he heads around the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper’s table, before jumping up on the apron and into the ring. The music fades out as he takes to the center of the ring. Lifting the microphone up to his mask, Jesse’s lips barely visible through his beard.]
Jesse Jamester: Tonight I got two jobs to do, one is later tonight when I defend the Imperial Crown Championships in a battle royal against every tag team on the roster.
[The crowd cheers for the main event of the evening, showing signs for their favorite teams, some Dark Stars love, some Prime Time love being shown from the audience, along with others.]
Jesse Jamester: But that’s not why I’m out here right now, no, we have another matter to attend to. You see, Gus Arnold has given me the job to find the men who will represent this company in the annual XHF Call to Arms battle come June 11th.
[Jesse pauses as the fans pop to the Call to Arms announcement.]
Jesse Jamester: Now, I know I’m not the most popular man among the boys in the back. Hell I’ve given you all every reason in the book to hate me. (Leans his head to the side) I can relate to that, it’s the same hate I have for Anthony Caffrey. I’m not here to sugar coat this one bit. So here, I want to make it absolutely clear right now, so boys, listen up and listen good!
This team needs the best we have to beat the rest of the teams from the XHF. I’m looking for four individuals who can come out here and put the bullshit aside, and tell me they are ready to kick ass all over the XHF!
[The crowd is up for the hype, chanting ‘N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA!’ as Jesse goes on.]
Jesse Jamester: This is the time to stand up and show me you are what you preach! Every man in that back who has ever stepped in the ring with me---
[Cut off by the sound of music playing]
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.]
[Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.]
Timeless : I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it.
Crowd: I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless : No (holding his hand up to block them) You're not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
[Timeless stands face to face and chest to chest with Jesse Jamester.]
Timeless : So. You are our elected leader are you?
[Timeless scoffs]
Timeless : Now that is a hoot. Tell me something. Why on earth would WE … The NPW! Have a 3rd wheel chump like you be OUR Captain? What are we? Team LACKEY?
So you had a good showing in the rumble. Who HASN’T?!
When I was Captain of Team Timeless at Vicious Valentines. With that runt of a champion Little D and J Mac … we made mincemeat of you and the Syndicate!
Later tonight, with Primal by my side, a man I have been to war with and have all the respect in the world for, we will make mince meat of you again and send you sailing over this top rope along with six other teams and them gold tag belts, they will then belong to Prime Time!
[Crowd cheers for the unlikely duo and begin cheering ‘Prime Time! Prime Time! Prime Time!’]
Timeless : I don’t know. Maybe there is something I haven’t seen. I am a fair man. So. You tell me Jesse Jamester.
What exactly is it you have done that makes you Captain worthy of a team of NPW’s finest. Let’s be honest, why should we follow the lead of, from what we have all seen so far, a Glorified concierge for Dane. If he hadn’t rage quit and ran off the moment someone kicked his ass, face it, you’d still be sniffing his jock strap!
Now you are playing Joe Jackson bullying your son, and messing with some punk Cruiserweight BECAUSE YOU GOT NOTHING ELSE GOING ON!
But you're meant to be OUR Captain?
[Eyeing up Alex Turner, Jesse nods, seeming to get the point of what Timeless is saying to him.]
Jesse Jamester: You know Timeless, the Syndicate was a business deal. We did good business. That is what I’m about, good business and wrestling.
You are right though, I don’t have your trust, and why should I?
Gus Arnold knows where I stand when it comes to Northern Pro. This is my home and I will fight to defend it whenever I am asked to. I’m not out here telling you to trust me. I know I wouldn’t if I were in your shoes. I’m sure most of the roster back there, if not ALL of them, feel that way - and I have given them every reason not to over the past year.
Aye, Primal and you, we will have our moment later tonight, I’m sure of that. But right now, it’s not about the Tag championships, no it’s bigger than that!
[Taking a moment to acknowledge the crowd who is telling Timeless to “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Jesse pauses.]
Jesse Jamester: I’m asking you to step up and stand beside me in the biggest battle in the XHF. I want fighters! People that bleed this business! People like YOU, who go to war in this squared circle week after week! I know you didn’t come out here just to take jabs at me. No Timeless, you want what I want. To prove that we are without a doubt the best at what we do in this ring, across the globe. I know it, you know it, and now the rest of the world is due to see it.
What do you say Timeless, do you think we can coexist for one night for NPW?
Timeless : Wow. How ….. Diplomatic. Hmmmm … what do you say Primal?
[At this moment Jesse feels the warm breath of a monster of a human being on the side of his neck. To his credit he doesn’t flinch. He smirks. Primal leans away from the lizard faced man and steps from behind him. How he got there is a mystery. How does a 288 pound ball of muscle and greasy hair go into stealth mode? Maybe it’s part of Timeless’ charm. Regardless, Primal slinks around in front of the self-proclaimed captain. He looks deep into his eyes as if sensing his soul.]
Primal: It’s a funny thing, allegiances. You think we, who fought for months and beat the respect out of each other, should just fall in step like good little soldiers. Behind you.
[He scoffs … then smirks as he runs the microphone through his greasy chest hair before bringing it to his lips.]
Primal: Third place .. pretty impressive. You almost lasted half as long as me! Nine men … nine men fell at my feet. Nobody in NPW came close to that number in that match. And considering I threw myself over the ropes I basically account for 20% of the rumble getting put to the floor. But yes, let’s talk about you. The future FORMER Tag Team Champion of NPW. And what have you done to earn MY respect?
[Jesse glowers at Primal but Primal raises a hand to his face to say hold your horses]
Primal: Well you put Caffrey through a few tables. That’s always worth a few laughs. But see … it’s this ...
[Primal pokes the X on the mask]
Primal: This tells me you finally put your head on straight. You embraced the inner humanity. You are trying to reach your apex form. It’s THAT that tells me you will stay the course and hold no grudges when Alex and I walk out tonight with your tag title belts on our waists, and a field of broken bodies left strewn around the ringside area.
[Primal leans in and we can just about smell his rotten breath, fish and socks and sneakers and sweat.]
Primal: Yes Alex … I think I can be counted on to fight for the ”GREATER GOOD”. After all … I need to get that title belt on my waist. Think of all the beautiful violence we could enact together … after all .. who else but you Jesse. In NPW, even came within spitting distance of what I did at the Rumble?
[He is interrupted as if on cue by the sounds of a guitar chords and a familiar voice saying “Behold the King...the King of Kings”. No time for showboating, John Cavanagh steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand, quite the rare sight as The One Man Dynasty stood by himself and began to walk slowly towards the ring.]
John Cavanagh: Well, now it seems as if all of the little boys in the locker room have come out and said their little piece--maybe it’s time for THE MAN to speak.
[The crowd boos at Cavanagh.]
John Cavanagh: How cute it is that the three of you blithering morons have come to the conclusion that you’re going to do “what’s best for the NPW”.
[John stops his speech and walks up the ring steps.]
John Cavanagh: Well, tickle me pink and call me fucking Susan.
[John steps through the ropes, joining Primal, Timeless and Jamester in the ring.]
John Cavanagh: You can’t POSSIBLY have the best team going into an event like this--without this guy.
[John pointed to himself and smirked.]
John Cavanagh: The only problem for you guys--is this bastard right here...he doesn’t follow…
[John stares at Primal.]
John Cavanagh: This son of a bitch doesn’t give a damn how much pain your body can withstand or how sick and demented you are in your head...
[John turns his body and stares a laser through Timeless.]
John Cavanagh: This evil prick doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how sexy you think you are or how much of a fucking comedy act you are…
[John smiled and made one last turn to Jamester.]
John Cavanagh: And this sick puppy sure as shit doesn’t give a damn that we were on the same page for a cunt hair of a second in The Rumble because you sure as shit ain’t man enough to be my captain….
[John turns his back to stare at the hard cam as the crowd boos John’s remarks.]
John Cavanagh: And let’s make one last thing clear...this bastard ain’t joining Team Northern Pro Wrestling because it’s the right thing to do...this son of bitch ain’t doing this to wave the flag of Northern Pro out of loyalty for some washed up has been like Gus Arnold...this evil prick is agreeing to be part of Team NPW as a means to an end…
[Oh what’s this? “The Bear Song” by Green Jelly hits, interrupting whatever Cav was trying to say because it’s time for the NPW Triple Crown Champion to make his way to the ring! Lord Dominicus comes from the back and walks…..very slowly as he realizes what he’s about to walk into.]
Lord Dominicus: It seems what we have here is a bunch of pretenders who are trying to captain a team going into the Call to Arms tournament. It seems that we have a bunch of guys who want to represent Northern Pro Wrestling and give us a leg up come Overheated in an effort to bring the X*Crown Championship to the great white north!
[He reaches the ring but doesn’t get in yet, instead, Lord Dominicus, bandoleered by the NPW North American Crusierweight and Double Crown championships walks around the ring.]
Lord Dominicus: But what do I see here? Hey Turner, what earned you your leadership of this team? Your Canadian championships? Oh no wait, you screwed those up so bad they had to replace them with MY Double Crown Championship! Don’t forget that when the DOMINI-TEAM beat the Syndicate it was me making that pin while you were off doing jack all- of course.
[Timeless conveniently ignores his long-time rival.]
Lord Dominicus: Or Johnny Cav? Actually I’m happy you’re out here. Going to jail voluntarily is probably the best thing you could have done. But what leadership qualities do you have? It’s not like you lead your own group of thugs already
[John is confused because...y’know, he does lead his own group already.]
Lord Dominicus: But no matter! Primal!
[LD jumps up onto the ring apron and looks very hesitant to enter but holds a hand up.]
Lord Dominicus: Primal I’ve got no beef or pork or any other meat with you. I’m glad you’re here, you’re a force to be reckoned with and not a horrible embarrassment like your partner. But do you know what is embarassing?
[He points to Jamester]
Lord Dominicus: Look, I don’t often agree with “Antiquated” Alex Turner- but Jesse, if you expect the future Tag Team champion and the guy he tags with and the iron man of the Rumble to take orders from you- the third wheel of that group we don’t like talking about anymore?
[Dominicus leans in]
Lord Dominicus: Then you’re more crazy than we all thought. Haha.
[The DARK LORD OF NPW holds up his hands defensively and backs off a little….from everyone.]
Lord Dominicus: So when I saw this little gang forming I realized there was only one answer to who was going to have to come down and ONCE AGAIN use his DARK EVILNESS to save the day. Your TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION- Lord Dominicus. I humbly shall commandeer this group and valiantly bring us to glory at Call to Arms!
[They don’t respond well to any of this and start to move in on Dominicus, who quickly throws up his hands again.]
Lord Dominicus: BUT- BUT! Ok, ok. But, when we win. It won’t be for my glory, it’ll be for each of us- AS A TEAM. And AS A TEAM we’ll go on to Overheated and AS A TEAM we’ll claim our right to as many Night of Champions slots as we can! This isn’t team Jamester, team Primal and other, team Cavanagh, or even the DominiTeam. This is team Northern Pro Wrestling and we’re gonna show every other team in that prison who the number one company in the XHF Network is!
[Gus Arnold.]
[The owner of Northern Pro Wrestling walks out onto the top of the stage.]
Gus Arnold: "It's great to see everyone getting along so well!"
[Gus smiles, knowing full well these five men are willing to tear each other apart at a moment's notice.]
Gus Arnold: "When I approached Jesse on the last show, I presented him with an opportunity. I asked him to put together a group of competitors who want to lead Northern Pro Wrestling into Call to Arms, and find the competitors who want to win as badly as he does. As was proof in the XHF Rumble, Jesse Jamester has his eyes on the prize and has the skills to back it up."
"Jesse...this is a job well done. Somehow, you've found a way to bring these men together to at least listen to what you were proposing. I know that you might not all like each other, and that's fine. But what I do know, is that you all bleed for Northern Pro Wrestling. You've put your bodies' on the line to earn respect and clout for ourselves and for this promotion. For that, I am forever grateful."
[Gus begins to pace a little bit, searching for the proper words. The mid 50's patriarch doesn't mince words.]
Gus Arnold: "I'm not appointing any of you the 'leader' of this team as you all fit the mold and could make a very strong case to be placed in that position. What I expect is that you'll watch each other's back and work together for the greater good of your future's and the future of this promotion. Should you be successful in winning Call to Arms, the entire XHF Network will send their best to try and defeat you to earn a spot in the main event of Night of Champions. What some wrestlers work their entire careers to achieve could be thrust upon you all overnight, should you find enough common ground to make this a joint goal as opposed to individual."
[The crowd begins to chant.]
[Northern Pro!]
[Northern Pro!]
[Northern Pro!]
Gus Arnold: "These are the types of opportunities that shift the authority and power within the XHF Network. We've sat idly by and taken part for a year now, but it's high time we go out there and cease the day. So, consider this my official blessing. The five of you are going to represent Northern Pro Wrestling at Call to Arms in three weeks time."
RAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
RAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
Gus Arnold: "Together, we can shake up the entire game. "
[Slow Clap.]
[Speeding up.]
[Faster.]
[Faster.]
[As fast as possible.]
[Gus drops the mic and salutes the fans.]
--
[Our camera follows Gus through the curtain, and around the corner to a long hallway.]
[OH NO!]
[Andy Donohue.]
[Chris Cavanagh.]
[As we approach, we see Joseph Mack laying face down on the concrete floor, and both members of The Celtic Club are putting the boots to him.]
[Gus looks absolutely disgusted.]
Gus Arnold: "Not again. This is the third week in a row."
[Which was true. Last week it was Gordon Carlson, and now another member of Gus' Warehouse crew was subject to an attack. Gus was so livid that he inserted himself into the melee.]
Gus Arnold: "I've had just about enough of you punks taking liberties with my roster."
[Trigger and Andy don't seem phased, and they taunt the owner of the company.]
Gus Arnold: "If I was twenty years younger I would handle you both myself. Do you think this proves anything?"
[John Cavanagh has exited the ring area after the Call to Arms announcement.]
John Cavanagh: "What seems to be problem here?"
Gus Arnold: "It's high time that you called off your dogs John. This agenda of yours, these random attacks you're ordering, I've had enough."
John Cavanagh: "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"
[Just then, the Canadian Grizzly enters the fray. The hulking KUMA looks ready to take on all three members of the Celtic Club. Gus holds him back, and with other members of the medical staff, they begin to pull Joseph Mack out of harms way.]
Gus Arnold: "I know you think very highly of yourself. I got the memo from the moment you signed your contract. People warned me about you, and how you did business. I've got to tell you John, I've had enough."
John Cavanagh: "I have been hunting those close to you, and I'll keep doing so until you give me that North American Double Crown Opportunity that I earned two months ago."
Gus Arnold: "The opportunity has always been there, John. You just don't want to do it on anyone else's timeline but your own. That's not how I do business, and I'm certainly not going to be strong armed by you, or these two goons any longer."
[All Three Members of the Celtic Club take a step forward.]
[KUMA is watching, ready to strike.]
Gus Arnold: "Effective immediately, I don't want to see you, or your goons anywhere near this arena. In fact, I don't care if I ever see you three again."
[We can hear faint cheers from the crowd in the arena.]
John Cavanagh: "Oh it's like that is it? We have a shot at the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships tonight."
Gus Arnold: "Not anymore you don't."
[The crowd is buzzing.]
Gus Arnold: "As for you inclusion on our Call to Arms team, I'm going to allow that to stand. I won't cripple any of your ambitions to be the X*Crown Champion or to express yourself in a way you feel necessary. But as for you being part of Northern Pro Wrestling events going forward? That's something I'll have to think long and hard about. But as of right now, I want you three out of here."
John Cavanagh: "You'll be hearing from our lawyers."
Gus Arnold: "So be it."
[The old man didn't flinch, and as the conflict is dying down, members of the arena security have now surrounded the Celtic Club and are ready to forcefully exit them from the arena should the need arise. John, Trigger and Andy decide to take the path of least resistance, and walk out of the back door of the Scotiabank arena.]
KUMA: "Do you think they'll be back?"
Gus Arnold: "I honestly don't know."
KUMA: "I just overheard the medics talking about Mack's condition, and they're not sure he's going to be cleared to compete tonight."
Gus Arnold: "That's exactly my point. Our 8 team battle royal is down to six. All due to the selfishness and ego of the Celtic Club. Addition by subtraction is something I've gotten used to in recent months, so this might just be how things go around here over the next while."
KUMA: "Say the word, and I'll rip them apart one by one."
Gus Arnold: "I appreciate it. But you've got other things to focus on tonight. Your Openweight Championship Match."
[KUMA snarls and slaps his hands together. He nods to Gus, and walks away as the scene cuts away.]
--
Fatal Four Way Scramble Match
Future Openweight Championship Match On The Line
No Time Limit
'The Iron Bear' Joe Ghaven vs. Eron Hunter vs. Keith Williams vs. Steve Awesome
All four men make their way to the ring one by one. A future Openweight Championship hung in the balance, not literally, but by proxy of position in this match. Eron Hunter had proven he was capable, had it not been for the interruptions of Jesse Jamester may have been Cruiserweight Champion. Tonight he had a chance to claim the shot he missed out on in the tournament.
Steve Awesome, the self proclaimed ‘Face of the Franchise’ was offering photos to fans up front on the other side, and arguing with a rather large man for twenty Canadian dollars he owed him. This was when Keith Williams would take to the outside and start the match with a bang, slamming Awesome into the barricade, forcing the money he did collect to go flying into the air.
Hunter looked up at the ‘Iron Bear’ Joe Ghaven, dwarfed in comparison, and immediately went for the legs, kicking and ducking the arm length swipes of Ghaven. Launching into the ropes Hunter ducked a clothesline and springboarded off the other side, moonsaulting into Ghaven who catches him like a child. Walking to the ropes, Ghaven throws Hunter over the top rope and onto Ketih Williams and Steve Awesome on the outside!
The lumbering near 7 foot Icelandic strong man steps over the top rope and drops to the outside, looking to return the fight to the ring. He begins picking each man up and throwing them into the ring, some under the bottom rope, some over the top rope, but no matter what - all three found themselves in the ring again. As Ghaven climbed the apron to come back in, the three men in unison realized they would need to take him down a notch. Dropkick after dropkick, until Ghaven teetered and fell off the apron.
Williams would be the first to capitalize, as the other two watched Ghaven hit the floor Williams locked a waistlock on Eron Hunter, hooking under his arms and around his neck, he hits a dragon suplex and bridges! Awesome smashes his stomach to break up the count, and Williams lets out an audible discomfort. Awesome poses before launching a series of spicy kicks that hit their mark on the chest of Keith Williams, each getting more and more flashy, until the last one is ducked and Keith snatches Awesome and releases belly-to-belly suplexes into the turnbuckle!
Eron Hunter stirs, looking on as Keith executes the move and as Keith gets up and turns around, Hunter strikes him with a right, a left, and then spinning wheel kick to knock him down a peg! Hunter latches on to the neck of Keith Williams, locking a headlock in and grapevining the midsection. Keith rolls over getting closer to the ropes but is stomping by Ghaven who has found his way back into the ring! Breaking up the move, Ghaven begins a tour of domination, slamming Eron Hunter with a running powerslam! Then whipping Keith Williams into the corner and avalanching him! Awesome ducks the Icelandic’s next corner splash but is met with a giant headbutt for his efforts! Ghaven lifts Awesome up with a military press and drops him flat on his chest, almost a nine foot drop!
Ghaven turns the match around in his favor with four moves, showing the Iron Bear is to be taken seriously. Ghaven grabs Wiliams and positions him for a powerbomb! Up in the air, Ghaven goes to extend the arms but Williams gouges him in the eyes and falls behind him. Hunter comes off the second rope with a hurricarana, and it causes Williams to get tied up in the ropes awkwardly! The ropes rub his face, right at the mustache, as Keith yells in discomfort for the referee’s help!
Hunter looks on at Williams and then sees Ghaven turning. Awesome has an idea and drops to his hands and knees, which allows Hunter to run and springboard off his back dropkicking the big man towards the ropes! Ghaven teeters but holds on, his eyes still problematic for him. Hunter looks at Awesome and vice versa, the two link arms and rush the Iron bear, but he double clotheslines them both!
Ghaven shakes his head as he holds his eyes. Hunter and Awesome crawling in opposite directions as Keith Williams is let out of the ropes. We see Ketih’s mustache is bleeding from the corner, the ropes had rubbed it raw and caused a friction cut! Keith is irate, feeling his face, the man was all about appearances and he could tell he wouldn’t be happy with his post-match selfie after this one. Rushing up on Ghaven, Keith punts the Iron Bear between the legs, sending the family jewels on vacation!
Keith runs at the ropes and hooks the neck of Ghaven with his leg, delivering a rocker dropper! Keith gets up and stands on the face of Ghaven, making a point to hold the top rope for leverage. From behind Awesome sneaks up and full nelson suplexes Williams! Awesome goes for the cover, but gets barely two before Hunter breaks it up. Throwing elbow after elbow, Hunter irish whips Steve Awesome who comes back to him and receives a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Awesome gets covered but kicks out at two!
Hunter, Awesome, and Williams rise, looking at one another as they plot their next move. Awesome points to Keith and tries to coax him into helping take out Hunter and leave it to a one-on-one between them. Williams looks to be on the same page and the two turn to face Hunter! Williams clubs Awesome in the back and sends him directly into Hunter who dropkicks him in the knee and sends him into the middle ropes chest first. Hunter turns his attention to Keith who has already grabbed him by the neck, hip tossing him into the middle of the ring. Hunter bounces back to his feet and goes for a leaping lariat, but Williams spears him in mid air! Hunter rolls to the apron, which Williams scouts is the best spot to finish him off. Running to the turnbuckle, he climbs, not quite as fast as a cruiser, but with more speed than most.
Williams gets to the top only to be met with a fist from Hunter. From the apron, Hunter climbs up battling Keith Williams with punches, both trading one after the other, before Hunter catches one that rocks Williams, causing him to lose his balance. Jumping up, Eron Hunter hooks his legs around Keith’s neck and Frankensteiner to the outside!
Fans are on their feet cheering ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ as Ghaven is now up in the ring and Steve Awesome runs up chop blocking him!
[WHAT THE?]
[That's Esmerelda von Krauss!]
[What is she doing here?]
[One of the most feared women on the face of god's green earth approaches Ethan Mills.]
[Mills is on edge and appears to be petrified of EVK. EVK begins to whisper in Ethan's ear, and once she's finished she stares coldly at Joe Ghaven. Once that look is over, she flutters her eye lashes at Steve Awesome.]
[Steve picks up on this through his peripheral vision, and is mildly disgusted.]
[Suddenly Ethan Mills is heard yelling into the ring, almost in code. What in the world is he saying?]
[Actions speak louder than words, as the once fired up Joe Ghaven now looks like a scalded puppy dog. He makes eye contact with EVK, and then looks completely frozen in time. EVK gestures an evil cackle to signify that her message has been delivered loud and clear. Joe stands still in the middle of the ring, and accept his fate.]
WRATH OF THE DRAGON by Steve Awesome connects on Joe Ghaven! Covering the Icelandic strongman, Awesome hooks the leg and leans in, hoping it was enough! Eron Hunter is sliding in the ring and Keith Williams is crawling onto the apron but is too slow, as the referee’s count hits three!
Announcer: Winner of the match and #1 Contender for the Northern Openweight Championship: STEVE AWESOME! (18:23)
Steve Awesome relishes the attention, having his arm raised in the air as he is announced the new number one contender for the Openweight Championship and victor of the opening four way scramble!
Eron Hunter and Keith Williams begin to spatter at ringside, Keith taking a shot at Hunter before the referee splits them up. Keith points to his mustache, and points to Eron Hunter, saying “You’ll pay for this!” as he spits on the floor.
It appears as though Eron Hunter ripped part of Keith Williams' moustache while executing that Frankensteiner! This is horrible! We watch as blood continues to pour from Keith's upper lip! Hunter was just doing what he's supposed to do, and inadvertently ripped one of Keith's most prized possessions. His Facial hair!
But wait a second? Did Mrs. von Krauss just force Joe Ghaven to take a dive?
She has been outwardly chasing Steve Awesome and claiming she wants to have his child. But this? It can't be.
The referee raises Steve Awesome's hand, and he's excited until he locks eyes with EVK. Instead of walking up the aisle to get that extra shot of glory, Steve decides to back his way out of the ring, and hightailed it through the crowd behind the time keeper's table. It's clear he wants nothing to do with EVK - but when a powerful woman know's what she wants, how long will Steve be able to play defence?
What a match!
[Cut.]
--
[Backstage.]
The NPW Merchandise department sat across the conference table from Donzig, who already looked bored and agitated with his mask laying beside him. Sinclair stood behind him, her arms folded over her chest as she watched them with an air of disapproval. Then the leader cleared his throat, and adjusted his glasses before he reached forward to hand off some papers to Donzig. The Baroness quickly took them as Donzig's lips pressed into a grim line, and then the head of the department held up a t-shirt. 'Our first idea was Psycho Clown Posse.'
Donzig arched a brow, and gave a slight shake of his head as he stared at the cartoon versions of his mask and Freakke's head. The group look disappointed, but was undaunted. Another t-shirt held up, and they gestured at it grandly as the department head spoke up. 'Carnival of Terror! The back of the shirt is like--'
Donzig tilted his head, and glanced at Sinclair who waved her hand. 'Next.'
The group talked together, chatting rapidly as Donzig's eyes narrowed. He held up his hand, taking the papers from his apprentice. He shuffled through them, reading absently before a blonde intern stood up. 'We have an idea! Psycho Circus! We get KISS to come, and--'
'They quit touring.' Donzig said softly, gaze meeting the girl's. She paled and swallowed, staring into those eyes before nodding quickly. And she stepped back, and Donzig sighed as he slid to his feet. He crossed around the table, grabbing the materials from the Merchandising Department. He flipped through them, scanning them before he shoved the entire lot of it to the floor. 'What do the fans call us?'
'The fans?' asked the head of Merchandising as he stared at the pile of papers, art, and t-shirts hopelessly.
'Yes, the fans. The people I don't like who pay money to sit in my presence.' Donzig growled, and he took his mask from Sinclair's hand to pull it over his face. He seemed to sigh, and then rolled his shoulders before he turned to stare at the NPW stafff with the skull-mask. A hand lifting and he pointed a crooked finger at the blonde intern, who stammered before blurting it out.
'Donkke.' she said 'Donzig + Freakke = Donkkee.'
'There. That's it, fucking simple.' snapped Donzig, and the staff stared at each other. Then the department head cleared his throat, starting to speak before Donzig stepped forward. A hand falling on the man's shoulder, and he hissed. 'Black shirt, all it says is Donkke across the chest. Not fucking hard.'
'B-bu-but it will say--'
'Donkke.' Donzig nodded again, and then he grabbed a contract writing down 'Donkke' and then signing it. He tossed the contract, throwing it at the intern as he swept from the room. A bemused looking Sinclair shrugging at the staff before she followed after him, hiding a smile behind her hand.
[Cut.]
Steve Awesome, the self proclaimed ‘Face of the Franchise’ was offering photos to fans up front on the other side, and arguing with a rather large man for twenty Canadian dollars he owed him. This was when Keith Williams would take to the outside and start the match with a bang, slamming Awesome into the barricade, forcing the money he did collect to go flying into the air.
Hunter looked up at the ‘Iron Bear’ Joe Ghaven, dwarfed in comparison, and immediately went for the legs, kicking and ducking the arm length swipes of Ghaven. Launching into the ropes Hunter ducked a clothesline and springboarded off the other side, moonsaulting into Ghaven who catches him like a child. Walking to the ropes, Ghaven throws Hunter over the top rope and onto Ketih Williams and Steve Awesome on the outside!
The lumbering near 7 foot Icelandic strong man steps over the top rope and drops to the outside, looking to return the fight to the ring. He begins picking each man up and throwing them into the ring, some under the bottom rope, some over the top rope, but no matter what - all three found themselves in the ring again. As Ghaven climbed the apron to come back in, the three men in unison realized they would need to take him down a notch. Dropkick after dropkick, until Ghaven teetered and fell off the apron.
Williams would be the first to capitalize, as the other two watched Ghaven hit the floor Williams locked a waistlock on Eron Hunter, hooking under his arms and around his neck, he hits a dragon suplex and bridges! Awesome smashes his stomach to break up the count, and Williams lets out an audible discomfort. Awesome poses before launching a series of spicy kicks that hit their mark on the chest of Keith Williams, each getting more and more flashy, until the last one is ducked and Keith snatches Awesome and releases belly-to-belly suplexes into the turnbuckle!
Eron Hunter stirs, looking on as Keith executes the move and as Keith gets up and turns around, Hunter strikes him with a right, a left, and then spinning wheel kick to knock him down a peg! Hunter latches on to the neck of Keith Williams, locking a headlock in and grapevining the midsection. Keith rolls over getting closer to the ropes but is stomping by Ghaven who has found his way back into the ring! Breaking up the move, Ghaven begins a tour of domination, slamming Eron Hunter with a running powerslam! Then whipping Keith Williams into the corner and avalanching him! Awesome ducks the Icelandic’s next corner splash but is met with a giant headbutt for his efforts! Ghaven lifts Awesome up with a military press and drops him flat on his chest, almost a nine foot drop!
Ghaven turns the match around in his favor with four moves, showing the Iron Bear is to be taken seriously. Ghaven grabs Wiliams and positions him for a powerbomb! Up in the air, Ghaven goes to extend the arms but Williams gouges him in the eyes and falls behind him. Hunter comes off the second rope with a hurricarana, and it causes Williams to get tied up in the ropes awkwardly! The ropes rub his face, right at the mustache, as Keith yells in discomfort for the referee’s help!
Hunter looks on at Williams and then sees Ghaven turning. Awesome has an idea and drops to his hands and knees, which allows Hunter to run and springboard off his back dropkicking the big man towards the ropes! Ghaven teeters but holds on, his eyes still problematic for him. Hunter looks at Awesome and vice versa, the two link arms and rush the Iron bear, but he double clotheslines them both!
Ghaven shakes his head as he holds his eyes. Hunter and Awesome crawling in opposite directions as Keith Williams is let out of the ropes. We see Ketih’s mustache is bleeding from the corner, the ropes had rubbed it raw and caused a friction cut! Keith is irate, feeling his face, the man was all about appearances and he could tell he wouldn’t be happy with his post-match selfie after this one. Rushing up on Ghaven, Keith punts the Iron Bear between the legs, sending the family jewels on vacation!
Keith runs at the ropes and hooks the neck of Ghaven with his leg, delivering a rocker dropper! Keith gets up and stands on the face of Ghaven, making a point to hold the top rope for leverage. From behind Awesome sneaks up and full nelson suplexes Williams! Awesome goes for the cover, but gets barely two before Hunter breaks it up. Throwing elbow after elbow, Hunter irish whips Steve Awesome who comes back to him and receives a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Awesome gets covered but kicks out at two!
Hunter, Awesome, and Williams rise, looking at one another as they plot their next move. Awesome points to Keith and tries to coax him into helping take out Hunter and leave it to a one-on-one between them. Williams looks to be on the same page and the two turn to face Hunter! Williams clubs Awesome in the back and sends him directly into Hunter who dropkicks him in the knee and sends him into the middle ropes chest first. Hunter turns his attention to Keith who has already grabbed him by the neck, hip tossing him into the middle of the ring. Hunter bounces back to his feet and goes for a leaping lariat, but Williams spears him in mid air! Hunter rolls to the apron, which Williams scouts is the best spot to finish him off. Running to the turnbuckle, he climbs, not quite as fast as a cruiser, but with more speed than most.
Williams gets to the top only to be met with a fist from Hunter. From the apron, Hunter climbs up battling Keith Williams with punches, both trading one after the other, before Hunter catches one that rocks Williams, causing him to lose his balance. Jumping up, Eron Hunter hooks his legs around Keith’s neck and Frankensteiner to the outside!
Fans are on their feet cheering ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’ as Ghaven is now up in the ring and Steve Awesome runs up chop blocking him!
[WHAT THE?]
[That's Esmerelda von Krauss!]
[What is she doing here?]
[One of the most feared women on the face of god's green earth approaches Ethan Mills.]
[Mills is on edge and appears to be petrified of EVK. EVK begins to whisper in Ethan's ear, and once she's finished she stares coldly at Joe Ghaven. Once that look is over, she flutters her eye lashes at Steve Awesome.]
[Steve picks up on this through his peripheral vision, and is mildly disgusted.]
[Suddenly Ethan Mills is heard yelling into the ring, almost in code. What in the world is he saying?]
[Actions speak louder than words, as the once fired up Joe Ghaven now looks like a scalded puppy dog. He makes eye contact with EVK, and then looks completely frozen in time. EVK gestures an evil cackle to signify that her message has been delivered loud and clear. Joe stands still in the middle of the ring, and accept his fate.]
WRATH OF THE DRAGON by Steve Awesome connects on Joe Ghaven! Covering the Icelandic strongman, Awesome hooks the leg and leans in, hoping it was enough! Eron Hunter is sliding in the ring and Keith Williams is crawling onto the apron but is too slow, as the referee’s count hits three!
Announcer: Winner of the match and #1 Contender for the Northern Openweight Championship: STEVE AWESOME! (18:23)
Steve Awesome relishes the attention, having his arm raised in the air as he is announced the new number one contender for the Openweight Championship and victor of the opening four way scramble!
Eron Hunter and Keith Williams begin to spatter at ringside, Keith taking a shot at Hunter before the referee splits them up. Keith points to his mustache, and points to Eron Hunter, saying “You’ll pay for this!” as he spits on the floor.
It appears as though Eron Hunter ripped part of Keith Williams' moustache while executing that Frankensteiner! This is horrible! We watch as blood continues to pour from Keith's upper lip! Hunter was just doing what he's supposed to do, and inadvertently ripped one of Keith's most prized possessions. His Facial hair!
But wait a second? Did Mrs. von Krauss just force Joe Ghaven to take a dive?
She has been outwardly chasing Steve Awesome and claiming she wants to have his child. But this? It can't be.
The referee raises Steve Awesome's hand, and he's excited until he locks eyes with EVK. Instead of walking up the aisle to get that extra shot of glory, Steve decides to back his way out of the ring, and hightailed it through the crowd behind the time keeper's table. It's clear he wants nothing to do with EVK - but when a powerful woman know's what she wants, how long will Steve be able to play defence?
What a match!
[Cut.]
--
[Backstage.]
The NPW Merchandise department sat across the conference table from Donzig, who already looked bored and agitated with his mask laying beside him. Sinclair stood behind him, her arms folded over her chest as she watched them with an air of disapproval. Then the leader cleared his throat, and adjusted his glasses before he reached forward to hand off some papers to Donzig. The Baroness quickly took them as Donzig's lips pressed into a grim line, and then the head of the department held up a t-shirt. 'Our first idea was Psycho Clown Posse.'
Donzig arched a brow, and gave a slight shake of his head as he stared at the cartoon versions of his mask and Freakke's head. The group look disappointed, but was undaunted. Another t-shirt held up, and they gestured at it grandly as the department head spoke up. 'Carnival of Terror! The back of the shirt is like--'
Donzig tilted his head, and glanced at Sinclair who waved her hand. 'Next.'
The group talked together, chatting rapidly as Donzig's eyes narrowed. He held up his hand, taking the papers from his apprentice. He shuffled through them, reading absently before a blonde intern stood up. 'We have an idea! Psycho Circus! We get KISS to come, and--'
'They quit touring.' Donzig said softly, gaze meeting the girl's. She paled and swallowed, staring into those eyes before nodding quickly. And she stepped back, and Donzig sighed as he slid to his feet. He crossed around the table, grabbing the materials from the Merchandising Department. He flipped through them, scanning them before he shoved the entire lot of it to the floor. 'What do the fans call us?'
'The fans?' asked the head of Merchandising as he stared at the pile of papers, art, and t-shirts hopelessly.
'Yes, the fans. The people I don't like who pay money to sit in my presence.' Donzig growled, and he took his mask from Sinclair's hand to pull it over his face. He seemed to sigh, and then rolled his shoulders before he turned to stare at the NPW stafff with the skull-mask. A hand lifting and he pointed a crooked finger at the blonde intern, who stammered before blurting it out.
'Donkke.' she said 'Donzig + Freakke = Donkkee.'
'There. That's it, fucking simple.' snapped Donzig, and the staff stared at each other. Then the department head cleared his throat, starting to speak before Donzig stepped forward. A hand falling on the man's shoulder, and he hissed. 'Black shirt, all it says is Donkke across the chest. Not fucking hard.'
'B-bu-but it will say--'
'Donkke.' Donzig nodded again, and then he grabbed a contract writing down 'Donkke' and then signing it. He tossed the contract, throwing it at the intern as he swept from the room. A bemused looking Sinclair shrugging at the staff before she followed after him, hiding a smile behind her hand.
[Cut.]
--
SWAT Amazons Championship Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Isabel Rios (c) vs. Esmerelda von Krauss
Panning the audience of the Scotiabank Centre in Halifax Nova Scotia, the camera is transitioned to the stage setup as the music hits. The following match would determine the SWAT Amazon’s Championship, a title made relevant in a tournament in Northern Pro that Isabel Rios won months back. Rios had been on a roll, showing her dominance in the female division, respectfully putting the Amazon’s Championship in a spotlight all on it’s own.
Out first was the challenger of the evening, and one of the fiercest new competitors on the Northern Pro circuit. Esmeralda von Krauss walked out to the music of her country. The sheer dislike for what the woman did less than five days ago on NPW Honor against a local talent was not forgotten amongst the fans. Krauss showed what she was after in short order, not only decimating June Harding but putting her in the hospital.
Esmeralda von Krauss walks up the steel steps on the far side of the ring, showing her disdain for the Canadian fans in the prude look on her face. Walking across the apron, she pauses to flaunt her attire, before stepping into the ring and taking the center stage. Krauss was relishing the boos, and as the music cut she says something that is inaudible to the NPW microphone, but makes the fans hot in the front rows.
Slaying guitar riffs pour through the arena as drums hit and the SWAT Amazon’s Champion Isabel Rios appears on the stage, hoisting the championship title in the air with her right arm. She pauses to point to the crowd, circling around the arena before the hand turns to a fist and she shakes it, as she heads down the ramp towards the ring. The fire in her eyes was bright, but also, coming into her own with how she carried herself to the ring and with the Northern Pro crowd. Isabel Rios had developed a relationship with this audience, and found a home here in Canada that has been good to her.
Using the apron, Isabel jumps up on the outside of the ring and stares down Esmeralda von Krauss. The smile on her face faded to pure focus. Rios stared a hole through Esmeralda, never taking her eyes from her as she steps through the ropes. Rios raised the belt up one more time, walking to the center of the ring, Esmeralda met her there, and the face off was intense. The referee for the evening stepped in to remind the women the rules, and take the Amazon’s Championship from Rios, raising it in the air.
Once the belt was at ringside and both women in their respective corners, the championship bout began. A circling of the ring to feel one another out followed by a power play move by Krauss. Holding her hand up, she mutters something to Rios who eyes up the hand. Reaching up to test her strength, the much shorter Rios is met with a boot to the stomach! Krauss baited her in with the test of strength, clubbing her in the back. Forearm to flesh, Krauss was not holding back. Her intent appeared to be to dominate Rios, and show her where she was on the pecking order.
Flinging Rios by the hair backwards onto her back with force, Krauss steps on her chest and stands there a moment to taunt. The audience boos at the outsiders' disrespect of the Amazons champion. Krauss steps off and leans on the ropes spreading her arms out as she raises her nose to their jeers. Confident and cocky, Esmeralda was showing that strength and size was her bread and butter.
Turning around, Krauss goes to grab Rios who is rising to her knees holding her back. Krauss grabs the hair and as she turns Rios head, boom! Rios with a jumping right elbow knocking Krauss backwards but still on her feet. Krauss’s face says it all as she snarls and rushes Rios, who rolls under her clothesline attempt and leg sweeps Krauss before delivering a standing moonsault! Hooking the leg Rios gets a one count before Krauss tosses her from the pin attempt towards the ropes. Rios looks back in disbelief at the strength of EvK.
Rios would launch herself into a dropkick at the chest of a rising Krauss, knocking her back down to her back. Rios knew what she had to do and immediately locked on a single leg crab, applying all her weight to the lower back of Krauss. Wrenching back, Rios looks on at the referee, looking to see if Krauss will give up but Esmeralda is stretching that lengthy frame, and is able to grab the bottom ropes!
Breaking the hold, Rios stands and takes in her environment. Knowing full well she has to keep Krauss grounded, Rios slings herself at the ropes, rushing at Krauss from across the ring! Back body drop out of the ring to Rios! Krauss smirks as she returns to her natural stance, looking at the carnage of Rios spilling on the outside. Dropping through the middle rope to the outside, Krauss doesn’t leave any room for error and scoop slams Rios on the outside!
Krauss tosses Rios into the steel steps, launching the top part off with the impact! Rios is banged up, holding her shoulder as she hazily tries to stand, but Krauss right on her. EvK delivers a boot to the face and it collides, wrecking Rios backwards into the announcer’s table.
Fans on their feet audibly disapproving of the referee letting this go, who is counting both women out now. Krauss heaves Rios up and powerbomb through the announce table! Collapsing to the floor, the announcers move from the wreckage at the last moment. Rios is pancaked on the floor and Krauss stands over her, soaking in the boos. Reaching down EvK grabs Rios by the hair and lifts her up, throwing her into the ring with ease. Rios lays at the apron under the bottom rope motionless, as EvK takes her time to climb the apron, mocking the Northern Pro fans.
EvK reaches between the ropes to lift Rios up, and pulls her to her feet leaning her between the middle rope and apron. EvK leans back, lifts her leg up, and drops it over the back of Rios! Rios crumbles onto the apron, blood now seeping from her forehead. EvK lifts the head of Rios on the apron and begins to reign down strikes before lifting her bloody fist in the air to show the audience her carnage. Happy with her handy work, EvK steps in the ring and tells the referee to get ready, as she goes back to Rios and grabs her by the neck on the apron. Lifting her up to receive a guillotine! Krauss slingshots off the top rope and onto the mat!
Rios shakes her head trying to gain some clarity as she looks at Krauss on the canvas stirring. Grabbing the top rope, she preps with a few squats and then leaps onto the top rope, springboarding into a Meteora to the rising Krauss! Knowing its not enough, Rios runs to the ropes, ascends the turnbuckle. Krauss laying in front of her as she jumps in the air, delivering a phoenix rising on Krauss! Fans burst to their feet as Rios goes for the cover!
Shoulder up before the three! Krauss isn’t done yet, and stirs to find her balance. Rios doing the same opposite side of the ring. Krauss comes in for the clothesline, Rios ducks it, Rios connects with a kick to the back of her thigh, another to the knee, Rios chops the tree down and runs to the ropes, rebounding to be snatched up and fall away slam across the ring! Rios instinctively rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor.
Krauss takes a moment to catch her breath as the referee signals for the time! The 30 minute time limit has been reached! Krauss is livid, grabbing the referee by the collar, she tosses him into the turnbuckle with reckless abandonment. Leaving the ring, she grabs Rios and begins throwing bombs on the Amazons Champion before locking her in her submission hold, and then delivering ‘Justice’ to Rios! The move itself looking as though it breaks Rios neck! Esmeralda is quickly separated from Rios as ring personnel come out alongside referees, breaking up the two.
Time Limit DRAW - Therefore STILLLLLLLL the SWAT Amazons’ Champion, Isabel Rios! (30:00)
NPW officials rushed to the ring to break things up. It took more muscle than you might think to break the conflict in this case. EVK is ruthless, and unwavering in her desire to control and dominate. We watch as Rios tries to get back to her feet, but she does so with assistance. As for 'EVK' the message was sent. Perhaps the hype and rumours of EVK's long range power are factual. Men fear her, women should. Either way both competitors gave it their all, and we're lead to believe that this situation is far from over.
[Cut.]
--
[Gus Arnold's Office.]
[Leon Van Zandt.]
LVZ: "I just heard what happened to Mack."
[The Flemish grappling sensation stood in the doorway of Gus' office.]
Gus: "Yeah, it's a shame really. I'm told they won't let him compete tonight, but he should be ready for the Trios Tournament on July 1st."
LVZ: "I can't help but feel responsible. I should've been with him."
Gus: "You couldn't have known the Celtic Club would be targeting him. I'm sorry that his injury now impacts your ambitions to fight and win tonight's battle royal."
LVZ: "It doesn't."
[Gus did a double take.]
LVZ: "I came here to compete. With your blessing, I want to fight to my fallen teammate tonight."
[Gus had a twinkle in his eye. Leon Van Zandt was a Gus Arnold favourite for moments just like this one. It's clear Leon craved competition, and was one of the most feared men in the NPW locker room.]
Gus: "Alright, I'll make it happen. There will be 6 teams, and 1 Leon Van Zandt competing for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships later tonight."
[Leon nodded his head, before exiting the scene to prepare for the match.]
[Cut.]
--
NPW officials rushed to the ring to break things up. It took more muscle than you might think to break the conflict in this case. EVK is ruthless, and unwavering in her desire to control and dominate. We watch as Rios tries to get back to her feet, but she does so with assistance. As for 'EVK' the message was sent. Perhaps the hype and rumours of EVK's long range power are factual. Men fear her, women should. Either way both competitors gave it their all, and we're lead to believe that this situation is far from over.
[Cut.]
--
[Gus Arnold's Office.]
[Leon Van Zandt.]
LVZ: "I just heard what happened to Mack."
[The Flemish grappling sensation stood in the doorway of Gus' office.]
Gus: "Yeah, it's a shame really. I'm told they won't let him compete tonight, but he should be ready for the Trios Tournament on July 1st."
LVZ: "I can't help but feel responsible. I should've been with him."
Gus: "You couldn't have known the Celtic Club would be targeting him. I'm sorry that his injury now impacts your ambitions to fight and win tonight's battle royal."
LVZ: "It doesn't."
[Gus did a double take.]
LVZ: "I came here to compete. With your blessing, I want to fight to my fallen teammate tonight."
[Gus had a twinkle in his eye. Leon Van Zandt was a Gus Arnold favourite for moments just like this one. It's clear Leon craved competition, and was one of the most feared men in the NPW locker room.]
Gus: "Alright, I'll make it happen. There will be 6 teams, and 1 Leon Van Zandt competing for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships later tonight."
[Leon nodded his head, before exiting the scene to prepare for the match.]
[Cut.]
--
Northern Openweight Championship
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30 Minute Time Limit
'D' (c) vs. KUMA
[The fans stood, as Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens walked towards the ring. Over the past couple of weeks, it was announced that Carlson would be making his return to Northern Pro Wrestling to compete in the Trios tournament. Jay Stevens has stepped up and agreed to partner with Carlson, but we still don't know who their third man is set to be. Perhaps that's why they're out here?]
[Stevens and Carlson look the part, and on paper would translate into a formidable duo as they tick many of the boxes you would want to tick should you venture into the world of multi-man matches.]
[The Northern Pro Faithful greet both men with a solid ovation.]
Carlson: "It feels good to be home."
[Pop.]
Carlson: "The reception from the locker room has been lukewarm, as it's clear from the actions of people like The Celtic Club that they aren't happy to see me back in my old stomping grounds. The truth is, I've been battling injuries for the better part of the year, and I'm ready to put that behind me and move forward."
[Welcome Back!]
[Welcome Back!]
[Welcome Back!]
Carlson: "I've always felt that my skills would be best suited as a member of a team, and now I have the opportunity to put that theory to the test at Shockwave and the King of Trios Tournament. Alongside my partner here, Jay Stevens, we believe we have a chance to shock the world and stake the claim as the very first XHF Trios Champions!"
[RAAAAAAAHHHH!]
Carlson: "Now I'm sure the wrestling world is excited to find out who is going to be our third man. A man with experience in Tag Team and Trios matches, and helped spawn the art over the span of decades..."
[...]
Hold On Hold on Hold On.
"Did I hear you say, The Kings of Trios?"
[Keith Williams.]
[Neo James Carner.]
[Rob Garcia.]
[The ReVenants.]
Keith Williams: "When it comes to the best three man team on the XHF Network, look no further than the Trio that was voted and WON the award for this honour in 2020 - The ReVenants."
[BOOOOO!]
[Keith is wearing an obnoxious band-aid to cover the cut he received earlier at the hands of Eron Hunter.]
Keith Williams: "If you know anything about us, you'll know that we make an impact wherever we go. Since you two goofs are discussing a topic that is relevant to us, we thought it was time for us to come and introduce ourselves to you both personally."
[Uh Oh.]
[Keith drops the mic midway down the ramp, and NJC and Garcia follow. It doesn't take long for the 3 members of the ReVenants to enter the ring, and spring an attack on Carlson and Stevens.]
[Jay and Gordon stood their ground, and fought valiantly for as long as they could. But the 3 on 2 ended up favouring The Revs in a short amount of time.]
[BOOOOO!]
[Williams and NJC were working over Stevens, while Garcia was blistering Carlson in the corner.]
[RAAAAAAAHHHH!!]
[What.]
[The.]
[Hell.]
Is that?
[...]
[...]
[Ronnie Long?!]
[IT IS!]
[Nostaglic HOLY SHIT POP!]
[The Grave Digger is here?!]
[He Must be the third man?]
[Ronnie Long hit the ring, and evened the odds. He smacked Keith Williams with a stiff lariat that he is known for finishing opponents with. Williams rolled out of the ring. NJC took a run at Long and caught a spine buster for his troubles. By now Jay Stevens was back up, and he and Carlson executed a double clothesline to Garcia that sent him out of the ring!]
[WOOOOO!!]
[Ronnie Long asked for the mic.]
Ronnie Long: "There can't be a King of Trios Tournament without my involvement. This is the type of tournament that men like me have made famous all over North America, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to do it all over again here in Northern Pro Wrestling."
[Ronnie Long!]
[Ronnie Long!]
[Ronnie Long!]
Ronnie Long: "But that's not all, as I have signed a contract to be a regular competitor with Northern Pro Wrestling. As such, I have agreed to join Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens in the Trios tournament. But I'm ready to throw myself into the fire, and I've been hearing whispers of a monumental main event that is taking place on June 8th, right here at the Scotiabank Centre.]
[Ronnie and Gordon turn to Jay Stevens, who has been humbly standing inside of the ring the entire time. The crowd stirs and show's Jay some love.]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Jay salutes the crowd, knowing the wrestling world is buzzing over his championship match against Lord Dominicus. ]
Ronnie Long: "If one of you three wants to 'welcome me' to Northern Pro, I'm all for it."
[The ReVenants are looking on.]
[Neo James Carner looks fired up and steps forward. NJC points at Ronnie and tells him he will see him on June 8th.]
[The crowd eats it up. What a huge match!]
[Keith Williams huddles up his men, and they decide to leave the ring area having made their point.]
[Carlson, Long and Stevens shake hands in the ring, and make their team official.]
[Our scene cuts out, as the fans continue to cheer for the Ronnie Long vs. Neo James Carner that will take place on June 8th.]
[Cut.]
--The Northern Pro audience met 'D' with an awe of silence when he walked towards the ring. The Openweight Championship was proudly displayed around his waist, as D has proven to be worthy of his hype and praise. The crowd was caught up in his mystique, still examining this relatively new competitor to their roster, while also feeling that his presence was both unique and unmistakable.
His opponent wears the nickname of the 'Canadian Grizzly' with an enormous sense of pride. KUMA had the opportunity to tell his story in recent months when he was scheduled to represent MCCW in January's XHF Pay Per View as an X*Crown participant. KUMA fell in with the hustlers and scam artists, using his physical tools to take what he wanted from the weak. He then fell in with The Shooters Club and spent the next couple of years terrorizing the province of Alberta before making his way east to join Northern Pro Wrestling.
When his attempts to take on 'The Wild Bronco' were unsuccessful, KUMA shocked the world when he came to Dusty Griffith's aid in January of 2020. Dusty took KUMA under his wing, and the two of them accepted bookings through Dusty's connections in Japan. KUMA found a home in BRAVE, where he flirted with a Heavyweight Championship run, before returning to the East Coast to learn and glean under Gus Arnold at the Warehouse during the COVID Pandemic.
We've seen KUMA at Gus' side on many occasions, so it's clear he's in the circle of trust, and is a reformed individual who got off to a rough start in life, but is working to turn that aspect of his life around. It's a daily grind, and each day brings it's own set of challenges. Gus has said that he worries that KUMA could be lured back into his old way's should he lose sight of his goals. This opportunity to challenge D for the Openweight Championship comes at a very opportune time, as its been noted that KUMA stepped aside in the Trios event to allow HNDRXX to come in to team with his friend Joseph Mack, and Leon Van Zandt.
Gus saw this act as selfless, and knows that KUMA has been saying and doing all of the right things since making his return to NPW a couple of months back when MCCW shut it's doors. Rumours are circulating that KUMA is set to resume his journey in BRAVE in the coming months, and what better way to make a huge splash then to take the Openweight Championship with him overseas to defend it against the best from the land of the rising sun.
That would be a tall task, as 'D' appears to have the perfect blend of toughness, experience and in-ring intelligence. The type of combo that breeds world champions. As we learn more about 'D" and his past, and the efforts that a certain organization are making to keep tabs on him - we are beginning to believe the Bankhead Boogeyman is a product of his environment, and the hype is 100% real.
How would 'D' fare about he 6'6" 270 pound bear from the mountains in Alberta? The size disadvantage he was up against was substantial. On paper, it was assumed that KUMA would hold the advantage on the ground, which eliminated the idea that 'everyone is the same size on their backs' - because KUMA is quite comfortable grappling from his guard on the bottom. In fact, KUMA earned himself quite a few submissions via triangle choke over the past couple of years.
D would have to hit the airwaves, keep a fast pace, and hope that the gas in the tank would be enough to keep KUMA winded and off guard.
The match itself was truly a sight to behold. Both men brought their best to the ring, and both men knew that the stakes were unbelievably high in this contest. For today, and for the future. D was able to break KUMA's spirit a bit during the match when he just never seemed to go away. KUMA had an anaconda choke locked in tightly, but D was resilient, and fought enough to get his foot on the bottom rope to break the hold.
The Fans were glued to the action.
When they resumed combat on their feet, it was almost as if KUMA had gone all in on the submission and used a lot of the energy in his arms to complete the choke. At that point, it felt like KUMA was carrying around two 100 pound dumbbells, but they were in fact his muscular arms, and they weren't able to provide the same force he was used to applying.
The Fans were glued to the action.
When they resumed combat on their feet, it was almost as if KUMA had gone all in on the submission and used a lot of the energy in his arms to complete the choke. At that point, it felt like KUMA was carrying around two 100 pound dumbbells, but they were in fact his muscular arms, and they weren't able to provide the same force he was used to applying.
In the moments that followed, we watched as D kept his calm and confidence in the midst of danger, and KUMA was the one searching for answers. How was it that 'D' was able to bounce back from his attacks that put everyone else away? Was their a tinge of that 'super hero' quality associated with 'D'?
KUMA couldn't believe that D was absorbing some of his best shots, and would refuse to take a step back. D stuck with the plan, to push the pace and keep KUMA guessing. A springboard cutter from D was a huge highlight as it seemingly came out of nowhere. The ref was in position to make the count - but KUMA was able to get the shoulder up before the three count.
The crowd gasped, as it could've been over right then and there.
Undeterred, D was up on the top rope in a flash, and came off with a nasty missile dropkick that folded KUMA up on the mat after the impact. 'D' took a moment to look around the arena, and he could sense that the fans were starting to understand him. His arsenal of moves and how he carried himself was starting to tell it's own story. A story that the audience was captivated by. The proof was in the pudding. The arena was watching a man that they had grown to fear and respect because of the carnage he has created and overcome - fall victim to 'D's uncanny ability to be unpredictable at every turn.
KUMA had once last comeback in him when he was able to roll through a pinfall attempt and slap on a head and arm choke. But unbeknownst to him D was angling for a reversal and used tremendous core strength to bridge up, and alleviate the pressure. KUMA looked at the referee in disbelief, and kept asking him to 'ask' if he was ready to quit. D would eventually pry KUMA's arms loose, and pop his head out and take control of the exchange in side position. D hinted like he was going to try and trap KUMA's arm and perhaps use a cross arm breaker to attempt to submit his bigger foe, but instead was able to roll KUMA up in a crucifix cradle, and rolled to the side, bringing KUMA with him while simultaneously pinning KUMA's shoulders to the mat.
The referee was in position and the audience watched as his hand slapped the mat three times and then called for the bell.
Winner and STILL Northern Openweight Champion: 'D' (14:37)
KUMA stood on his knees and let his head fall into his hands when he realized he had been beaten. On the ground no less, by the enigmatic D in front of his home fans. D didn't gloat, and crouched in the corner waiting for the referee to present him with his championship belt that he had defended successfully against a very dangerous challenger.
Once D had the championship, he nodded to KUMA, before saluting the fans. The fan applauded both men's efforts, and encouraged D after the match. While they might've been taking a wait and see approach with the Northern Pro newcomer - D seemed to have won a large portion of the crowd over on this occasion with his abilities inside of the ring and his humility after the fact.
D walked up the aisle and disappeared backstage.
Inside of the ring, KUMA was coming to terms with the loss. When he finally stood up in the middle of the ring, he said "I'll be back better than ever."
KUMA bowed to the crowd, perhaps symbolizing that this might be one of, if not his last match in Northern Pro Wrestling for the foreseeable future. Perhaps the rumours of a foreign tour were true, as KUMA was set to chase championship glory overseas.
Our final shot is of KUMA giving the crowd one last bow, before disappearing backstage.
[Cut.]
--
[After a 15 Minute Intermission.]
--
[After a 15 Minute Intermission.]
[The fans stood, as Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens walked towards the ring. Over the past couple of weeks, it was announced that Carlson would be making his return to Northern Pro Wrestling to compete in the Trios tournament. Jay Stevens has stepped up and agreed to partner with Carlson, but we still don't know who their third man is set to be. Perhaps that's why they're out here?]
[Stevens and Carlson look the part, and on paper would translate into a formidable duo as they tick many of the boxes you would want to tick should you venture into the world of multi-man matches.]
[The Northern Pro Faithful greet both men with a solid ovation.]
Carlson: "It feels good to be home."
[Pop.]
Carlson: "The reception from the locker room has been lukewarm, as it's clear from the actions of people like The Celtic Club that they aren't happy to see me back in my old stomping grounds. The truth is, I've been battling injuries for the better part of the year, and I'm ready to put that behind me and move forward."
[Welcome Back!]
[Welcome Back!]
[Welcome Back!]
Carlson: "I've always felt that my skills would be best suited as a member of a team, and now I have the opportunity to put that theory to the test at Shockwave and the King of Trios Tournament. Alongside my partner here, Jay Stevens, we believe we have a chance to shock the world and stake the claim as the very first XHF Trios Champions!"
[RAAAAAAAHHHH!]
Carlson: "Now I'm sure the wrestling world is excited to find out who is going to be our third man. A man with experience in Tag Team and Trios matches, and helped spawn the art over the span of decades..."
[...]
Hold On Hold on Hold On.
"Did I hear you say, The Kings of Trios?"
[Keith Williams.]
[Neo James Carner.]
[Rob Garcia.]
[The ReVenants.]
Keith Williams: "When it comes to the best three man team on the XHF Network, look no further than the Trio that was voted and WON the award for this honour in 2020 - The ReVenants."
[BOOOOO!]
[Keith is wearing an obnoxious band-aid to cover the cut he received earlier at the hands of Eron Hunter.]
Keith Williams: "If you know anything about us, you'll know that we make an impact wherever we go. Since you two goofs are discussing a topic that is relevant to us, we thought it was time for us to come and introduce ourselves to you both personally."
[Uh Oh.]
[Keith drops the mic midway down the ramp, and NJC and Garcia follow. It doesn't take long for the 3 members of the ReVenants to enter the ring, and spring an attack on Carlson and Stevens.]
[Jay and Gordon stood their ground, and fought valiantly for as long as they could. But the 3 on 2 ended up favouring The Revs in a short amount of time.]
[BOOOOO!]
[Williams and NJC were working over Stevens, while Garcia was blistering Carlson in the corner.]
[RAAAAAAAHHHH!!]
[What.]
[The.]
[Hell.]
Is that?
[...]
[...]
[Ronnie Long?!]
[IT IS!]
[Nostaglic HOLY SHIT POP!]
[The Grave Digger is here?!]
[He Must be the third man?]
[Ronnie Long hit the ring, and evened the odds. He smacked Keith Williams with a stiff lariat that he is known for finishing opponents with. Williams rolled out of the ring. NJC took a run at Long and caught a spine buster for his troubles. By now Jay Stevens was back up, and he and Carlson executed a double clothesline to Garcia that sent him out of the ring!]
[WOOOOO!!]
[Ronnie Long asked for the mic.]
Ronnie Long: "There can't be a King of Trios Tournament without my involvement. This is the type of tournament that men like me have made famous all over North America, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to do it all over again here in Northern Pro Wrestling."
[Ronnie Long!]
[Ronnie Long!]
[Ronnie Long!]
Ronnie Long: "But that's not all, as I have signed a contract to be a regular competitor with Northern Pro Wrestling. As such, I have agreed to join Gordon Carlson and Jay Stevens in the Trios tournament. But I'm ready to throw myself into the fire, and I've been hearing whispers of a monumental main event that is taking place on June 8th, right here at the Scotiabank Centre.]
[Ronnie and Gordon turn to Jay Stevens, who has been humbly standing inside of the ring the entire time. The crowd stirs and show's Jay some love.]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Let's go Jay!]
[Jay salutes the crowd, knowing the wrestling world is buzzing over his championship match against Lord Dominicus. ]
Ronnie Long: "If one of you three wants to 'welcome me' to Northern Pro, I'm all for it."
[The ReVenants are looking on.]
[Neo James Carner looks fired up and steps forward. NJC points at Ronnie and tells him he will see him on June 8th.]
[The crowd eats it up. What a huge match!]
[Keith Williams huddles up his men, and they decide to leave the ring area having made their point.]
[Carlson, Long and Stevens shake hands in the ring, and make their team official.]
[Our scene cuts out, as the fans continue to cheer for the Ronnie Long vs. Neo James Carner that will take place on June 8th.]
[Cut.]
[Here We Go!]
Main Event
No Time Limit
Jesse Jamester/The Colossus (c) vs. The New Untouchables vs. The Celtic Club vs. The Dark Stars vs. I-69 vs. Joseph Mack & Leon Van Zandt vs. Prime Time vs. Donzig & Freakke
We watched as the six teams and Leon Van Zandt did their best to keep enough distance from the other teams before the bell rang to officially get the match underway. All eyes were on the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions who have both been less than cordial with each other through the media as of late. The Colossus seemed more willing to listen to Whezl on the outside than with his own tag team partner. But together, they sure were intimidating. Knowing the carnage they've caused when they've teamed, it sends a message to the opposing teams without question.
There are five other very game tag teams set to compete. The New Untouchables are coming off a huge victory over LVZ and Mack. They also have a history with The Syndicate, so it's clear that they expect to be hunted in this contest. Speaking of LVZ, his fire and passion for the sport has never been in question. His desire to compete tonight speaks a lot of his heart and temperament. It won't be easy, but Leon seemed willing to take punishment for the namesake of his friendship with Joseph Mack who was blindsided earlier tonight.
The team of Donzig and Freakke clicked, and they secured a victory over the Dark Stars in their last outing. The former Imperial Crown Champions; The Dark Stars appeared very focused leading up to this match, and have the right to challenge for just about every championship in Northern Pro Wrestling. Niko and LD have unfinished business, as do the Dark Stars with the New Untouchables.
Prime Time are the wildcard of the bunch. Two men who forged an alliance through battle, will now have a chance to put their new union to the test. And lastly, I-69 are a well travelled and well versed tag team who appear comfortable without the services and direction of Oxford Osland. What better way to showcase their growth than to win a match of this magnitude.
As the match got underway, chaos ensued. The New Ut's were doing their best to fend off The Colossus. Their actions a few weeks back have obviously not been forgotten when they held Gaz Maybury sneak out of a monster attack. Jesse decided to slug it out with Leon Van Zandt, who seemed to welcome the challenge of the bigger adversary.
The Dark Stars and Donzig were battling it up again, as Freakke ended up getting cut off by I-69. Joseph and Sherlock took Freakke to the corner, where they were able to unleash a fury of strikes. Donzig saw what was taking place, and forced Niko and Kono to have their heads collide, allowing him to brief reprieve. Donzig charged I-69 with vengeance on his mind. Freakke started to fight back, and the new tandem worked well together to turn the tide against the duo from Michigan.
LVZ and JJ were fighting dangerously close to the ropes, which is where Primal leaped into the frame and tried to dump both men out! But to no avail.
Timeless charged Colossus, and started working the big man over with the help of the New UT's. It would take three active wrestlers to keep the big man on the mat. A smart strategy that might rear it's head as the match progresses.
Once LVZ felt he couldn't trust Primal, he turned his attention to the mad man and took him to the mat to work on stretching him out. Jesse snuck in a few stomps to the body of Primal, before lunging forward to protect his tag team partner from the 3 on 1 attack. JJ flatted Daniels with a big boot, before chokeslamming Lee Scott right after the fact.
Timeless looked up, and saw Jesse coming for him. The two men exchanged words earlier in the show and will both represent NPW at CTA in a few weeks. But that still didn't stop them from lacing into one and other in the middle of the ring. Timeless fired up and was starting to come on strong when Colossus got up and double axe handled him from behind. For all of what was said in the lead up, it appears as though the former members of the Syndicate had a vested interest in keeping one and other safe.
Tandem Superkicks from The New UT's on Colossus!
WHACK!
Stereo Basement Dropkicks From the new UT's on Jamester!
WHACK!
Donzig hits Daniels with a yakuza kick!
WHOOSH!
Freakke hits a release german suplex on Lee Scott!
What action! The crowd was loving it.
Sherlock and Joseph tried to blindside Leon Van Zandt who was wearing down Primal in the corner, but they quickly realized that they made a big mistake. Leon spurs Joseph up and around, tied him into knots before launching him over the top rope with a brutal clothesline.
I-69 Has been Eliminated by Leon Van Zandt! (5:13)
The first team was out, and we were down to 6. Well, 5 and an half.
Leon looked to continue his battle with Primal, but he was out off by Timeless who was doing his best to work with his partner to gain an advantage. A double irish whip and double back elbow strike on LVZ followed. The duo then tried to eliminate Leon, and focused on that while the action continued around them.
Donzig showed no fear of The Colossus, in fact could be heard calling him out. He was giving up size and strength, but that didn't seem to bother him! Donzig was winning the exchange initially, until the big man fought back with some hammering blows that dropped Donzig to the mat. Colosuss tried to eliminate Donzig, but somehow Donzig grabbed the ropes and held on by landing on the apron and rolling under the bottom rope.
Freakke was busy fending off Niko, and looked to go for an elimination, but that was cut short by Kono. The former Imperial Crown Champions were working well together and looked poised for a deep run. The Dark Stars nearly returned the favour by eliminating Freakke, but Donzig stopped it, and we were back to stalemate.
The valiant effort displayed by Jeff Daniels and Lee Scott showed that they're destined to be contenders in the Tag Team Division going forward. However, their slight frames out them at a disadvantage in this contest. Especially when they consistently wanted to tangle with Colossus and Jesse Jamester. It would be the Colossus who was able to exact a form of revenge by eliminating Lee Scott with a nasty press slam over the top rope. Scott must've fell ten feet to the floor, which also meant that his partner would be asked to leave the ring as well.
The New Untouchables brought the fight to everyone in the contest, but ended up succumbing to a man who's twice their size.
The New Untouchables were ELIMINATED by The Colossus (10:26)
The fans saluted two of their favourites for their efforts, and the match while the match continued.
Leon was finding ways to stay alive, mostly by attacking his foes on the mat, and making it double tough for anyone to be able to lift him dead weight up from that position.
The Dark Stars and Prime Time had partnered off, and were battling it out.
JJ and Freakke were trading blows, and Donzig once again charged The Colossus with as much force as he could muster and swung away wildly. For some reason, Donzig believed it was wise to take the fight to the biggest man in the match. The man truly is Crazy!
Timeless appeared to have Niko half way out of the ring, but Kono jumped to the action and made the save for his team. Primal tried to intervene, but he was cut off by LVZ, who was still fighting his way through the match. Primal was ready this time, and was able to fend off the attack. Timeless also sprung into action and teamed up with his partner to give Leon a piece of his own medicine.
The Dark Stars continued their rivalry with Donzig and Freakke, while JJ and Colossus were able to gather themselves, and strategize on who to hunt next. The answer would fall into JJ's hands, literally. Timeless irish whipped LVZ, and it would be JJ who would intercept it and launch Leon over the top rope with a back body drop!
Leon Van Zandt was Eliminated by Jesse Jamester! (14:28)
What an effort by Leon, deciding to go about this match on his own. The fans in the arena stood for Leon and applauded his efforts. The Trios tournament was his next opportunity at glory, which was just around the corner.
With four teams left, it was if the match went into reset mode for a moment. The panthers gathered and were sizing one and other up. This match could go either way, and a slight mix up or slip up could lead to an elimination. It didn't take long for the strategy of what was to come to play out.
It seemed to be lead by The Dark Stars, who hadn't exactly made friends with anyone as of late, but it was clear that the current Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions were the biggest physical threats left in the contest. Niko and Kono give Primal and Timeless a look and the four of them bolted forward toward The Colossus. JJ did his best to fend of the attack, but Freakke and Donzig could sense it was their mission to hold the Lizard Man back!@
Primal and Timeless were working the lower body of Colossus, hoping to get him off the mat, but it was a struggle Kono and Niko were blasting away, trying to soften the big man up. And then, with his super human strength, it seemed as though Primal was starting to edge forward and find progress by tipping Colossus backwards.
Jesse saw what was transpiring and pushed through Donzig and Freakke, trying to save his partner. Freakke and Donzig rushed forward as well, and almost tripped Jesse right into Colossus, but JJ's size and impact did shuffle the pack of bodies that were trying to lift Colossus up over the top rope... Donzig was able to blast Colossus with a stiff shot, just as Primal and Timeless were able to find the resolve to lift.
It Happened!
[RAAAAAAAHHH!!]
[Oh My.]
The Colossus was eliminated by EVERYONE! (17:23)
Jesse Jamester looked on in disbelief. The fans loved it, as we were set to have brand new Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions, thanks to the fact that the entire ring essentially combined forces to take them out of the match. JJ looked miffed, and didn't want to leave the ring. The Colossus let out a loud battle cry, and appeared ready to hop back into ring, but the officials stood in front preventing it from happening.
'JJ' went over to talk sense to the big man, but he brushed him off. Walter Whezl threw shade at the remaining participants, the officials and even JJ. Whezl finally called off his monster, and said that this wasn't over. JJ looked around, and it seemed as though he was in the acceptance phase of these developments. A partnership that was forged with the best of intentions might've just seen it's final chapter be written in front of our very eyes.
JJ put his hands on his hips, and looked around before graciously leaving the ring area.
Three teams were left, all of whom would make fine champions. Some new in the sense that they're still in the beginning stages, where as the former tag team champions were born together, fight together, and on paper should have the advantage.
That advantage shined through in the next stretch of the contest, as the Dark Stars put on a clinic, which was capped off by a Double Drop Kick that caught Freakke clean, and sent him over the top rope and down to the floor! Donzig looked upset, but exited the ring to check on his tag team partner. The duo put on quite the show, and should be considered a threat to do some damage in this division going forward.
Freakke was Eliminated by The Dark Stars (21:43)
Would the Dark Stars become Two Time Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions?
Would Prime Time be able to claim championship gold in a short turn around time?
We were going to find out!
The fight was on, and much like some of the hockey fights that take place inside of this arena, the two team paired off and slugged it out. Primal almost went over the top rope, and somehow saved himself, by hitting the apron and fighting his way back in.
Timeless nearly knocked Niko out of the match but somehow Niko only let one foot touch the floor, and used his core strength to flip himself backwards using the top rope and skin the cat back into the match.
The battle waged on for five minutes, before the finish took place. In the end, it was the duo of Primal and Timeless that were able to secure the victory. It would be Timeless using a discuss punch to Kono who sat idly near the rope.
WHAACKKK!!
The impact was crisp and sudden. Kono's feet left the ground, and that's where Timeless followed through with a jumping shoulder tackle to wipe Kono out of the match and send him to the arena floor.
Winners and NEW Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions: PRIME TIME (31:42)
Gus Arnold had made his way down to ringside, and took the Imperial Crown Tag Team Titles from the time keeper, and walked into the ring to present the championships to the NEW Champions. The crowd applauded, as both men had given their bodies to the company on many occasions, and are always looking to fight!
Roxy rolled into the ring and jumped for joy. She stood in between her man Timeless, and their newest Ally - Primal, and raised both of their hands in victory.
Confetti fell from the ceiling to celebrate this monumental accomplishment. The fans cheered.
[You Deserve It.]
[You Deserve It.]
[You Deserve it.]
CLAP CLAP CLAP!
The Dark Stars had gathered and were whispering to one and other while keeping their eyes fixated on the winners. While they were unable to reclaim the Imperial Crown Tag Team Titles tonight, they certainly have earned the right to be the first challengers to the gold in the near future.
The Dark Stars had gathered and were whispering to one and other while keeping their eyes fixated on the winners. While they were unable to reclaim the Imperial Crown Tag Team Titles tonight, they certainly have earned the right to be the first challengers to the gold in the near future.
The final shot is of Primal and Timeless climbing the ropes to raise their newly won championship aloft.
[Cut.]
