August on the Atlantic III [Day 2]

We open on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean for Day 2 of the August on the Atlantic event. The same set up we saw on Day 1 presents itself. Cottages off on the shoreline to sequester the wrestlers. A back parking lot and various tents which is blocked off to the general public serves as a secondary place for interviews and catering.

The promotion is still reeling from what was a tremendous day 1. The Bastard proved to be a well oiled machine, and they were able to secure a pinfall victory over the surging Takaru and HNDRXX. Ronnie Long picked up a massive victory over Greg Adkins in a close contest. Keith Williams scored a monumental victory over Jesse Jamester. Yes, he might've had some help, but we now know that 'JJ' has his own entourage . Finally, Lord Dominicus was finally able to solve the mystery of Niko. Niko pushed the champion to his limit, and scored a few licks after the fact. The Dark Stars are truly a force in Northern Pro Wrestling.

Gus Arnold Stood at the top of the entrance way to welcome the fans to Day 2. Gus said he didn't want to take up too much time, as the superstars were ready to get things underway, and he didn't want to stand in their way.

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Challenge Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Olympia vs. Esmerelda Von Krauss
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There was just something in the air prior to this contest, and long the shoreline of the Atlantic Ocean. Two of the toughest and baddest amazon's in the world today were set to collide. A challenge was laid down, and the same challenge was accepted. If you've been paying attention to NPW events as of late, you'll know that Esmerelda Von Krauss has been making her presence felt in many ways, most of which revolve around the pain and suffering of others. Add to the fact, that she is extremely well connected in the underworld, and seems to always get what she wants by any means necessary.

Olympia is more of a traditional competitor with an excellent background in a variety of combat sports. The thought of these two putting on a wrestling showcase was possible, but what else was even more likely would be that these two were going to tear each other limb from limb. The stakes were high, as EVK must want to show well for Steve Awesome, hoping it will make her seem more appealing, so she can carry his seed.

Olympia isn't going to back down, and might surprise you with her willingness to get her hands dirty and throw down at a moment's notice. Which is exactly what happened. EVK was waiting for Olympia to walk through the curtain, and when she did, she jumped on her.

Before the bell could sound, these two were brawling in the aisle, and taking no prisoners. The hierarchy in the Amazon's division appears to be wide open as of now, which brought out the best in both competitors. 

Olympia was able to defend and stand her ground, and over power EVK after an initial onslaught. The crowd appreciated her durability and let her know, as it was clear they were fully in her corner. Some stiff forearms shots followed, as the referees did their best to try and restore order.

But to no avail.

This match couldn't get underway, as both women felt it might be easiest to settle it in the street!

The fans loved it, what a way to kick off Day 2. More NPW officials rushed out from the backstage area to try and bring order, but they ended up getting flattened by EVK and Olympia who would turn away from one and other to eliminate those who were trying to get between them, before quickly turning back to the other to continue waging war.

The brawl spilled over into the fan area, and a moment of EVK grabbing a chair and shoving it in Olympia's face surely stood out as both devious and effective. Fans tried to stay close to get a look, but also didn't want to be caught up in the crossfire of these two vicious human beings.

Gus Arnold sent NPW security out to put a stop to the melee, as it was clear that both women wanted to continue this battle on their own terms and had little interested in a traditional wrestling match after all of the venom that was spit back and forth.

A few more moments of brawling passed, before the NPW security were able to keep 'EVK' at bay long enough to wrap up Olympia and pyshcially carry her out of harms way. The fans weren't disappointed in the slightest, as they BOOOOO'ed the officials decision to break things up. Perhaps this was the first of many more meetings. The commissioner of the Amazon's division was most certainly taking notes, and should there be a time in the near future for an open championship match, either woman would make a fine challenger.

WOW!

What a way to kick things off.

[Cut.]

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[Parking Lot.]

[Donzig steps into Gus' office, staring at the owner of NPW from behind the eyes of his mask. He tilts his head, arms folding over his chest with a shrug of his shoulders. Gus meets his glare, and then Donzig steps closer with a wave of his hand.]

Donzig: "You! You have alot to answer for, Old Man!"

[Gus frowns, and Donzig leans over the desk with a hiss.]

Donzig: "'And a host of others'? I am a fucking draw and you can't be bothered to put me on the poster! Do you know who I am?"

Gus: "First of all, this old man is capable of tying you up like a bowtie and shipping you off to one of those other dog and pony shows you desperately want to work for."

[Donzig is taken back.]

Gus: "Be thankful for the opportunities that you're given. If memory serves, you have a huge match coming up on August the 13th. Not to mention a certain angry clown named Freakke who is going to want to tear you limb from limb later tonight. "

Donzig: "Yeah, you have me in this tag match with D? With D? And worse against the two fuckwits who cost me what should be mine! That being the Openweight Championship! Are you insane? Is this dementia?

[Donzig tilts his head, fingers curling and uncurling at his sides as he leans closer.]

Gus: "This is the land of opportunity and we give the people what they want to see. Am I above adding elements of chaos to our matches? Not in the slightest. If I were you, I would pipe down and stop making such a spectacle of yourself, and maybe... just maybe... you wouldn't have had Freakke costing you a precious opportunity to capture gold here in Northern Pro."

[Donzig looks disgusted.]

Donzig: "After I beat your pet clown from pillar to post, and make him suffer for his betrayal? I want you to know you and I will have words! And I want that fucking title, Gus!"

Gus: "Then go out there and earn it."

[Donzig is about to leave.]

Gus: "The next time you address me in MY house, you take your shoes off, and speak to me with respect or I'll bury you dark matches until your contact expires. Capiche?"

[Donzig says nothing, as he stares a hole through Gus.]

[The tension is real.]

[Cut.]

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Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
GSP [Zepp/Fowler] vs. The ReVenants [Garcia & Carner]
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The menacing synth and deliberate drums of "Blood Moon" by Dance With The Dead signals the arrival of Ed Zepp and Billy Fowler, who stalks towards the ring with a look of solidarity that's obvious even through Zepp’s pair of dark sunglasses. Zepp bounds up to the apron with one step and over the top rope with another, with Fowler grabbing the top rope, lifting himself up and over on the other side of the ring, then Zepp briefly points a fist to the crowd around him while Fowler jumps on a turnbuckle and waves the Galactic Sex Pirate flag as the music fades.

The GSP had made their impact at Shockwave, running off the KGB and showing they were here to defend Northern Pro from the SWAT group. All stemming from the ‘Call to Arms’ show, these two teams hated one another, but tonight that would take a back seat as another threat to the Northern Pro locker room was about to take the KGB’s place for the evening.

Music blaring throughout the outdoor arena, we see the ReVenant members Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner walk out with matching gear color, showing off cocky smiles for what they had accomplished at August on the Atlantic III’s night one, when they along with Keith Williams pulverized the Canadian Nightmare. Carner and Garcia took their time getting to the ring, posing, laughing at signs, and making fun of fans for their dorky beach gear and bad tans. The audience showed them no love, booing of the ReVenants was louder than a biker rally, and they relished it.

The match started with Neo James Carner and Billy Fowler in the ring. NJC did everything he could to piss off Fowler early on, from toe stomps to eye rakes, to the hip toss and hair pull with a noogie on the end. NJC was full of himself, smiling and baiting Fowler to make mistakes based on emotion. Fowler would get NJC in the corner, and NJC would use the ropes to make the referee break it up. This occurred multiple times, until NJC caught Fowler with a drop-toe-hold on the ropes, tagging in Rob Garcia, who sprung off the top rope with a leg drop on the back of Fowler who was hung up on the middle rope.

Garcia showed off the extreme highflying he was made famous for all throughout the world. His senton splashes, moonsaults into knees to the chest, and flips using the ropes and dropkicks into a backflip. Garcia shined with his hard hitting and wreckless offense, showing that strikes could do damage either while standing or in the air. His japanese trained background was on full display as he chopped the giant tree that was Billy Fowler down, and kept him grounded. Trading tags with Neo James Carner in the process, and isolating Fowler from his corner.

Fowler took a double team move where Garcia leaped off NJC’s back and hit a shining wizard on Fowler in the corner. NJC jumps up, hitting the ropes, and landing a rebounding bulldog on the groggy Fowler who was staggering out of the corner. Hooking the leg, NJC goes for the cover, throwing an elbow into Fowler’s face in the process.


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Shoulder up! Fowler is in need of a tag, but NJC and Garcia have done an amazing job of keeping him isolated from his corner. Edwards Zepp looks on with an anxious hand ready for the tag. NJC tags in Garcia, keeping the fresh manin, and Garcia kicks Fowler multiple times, aiming for the head, before running up the turnbuckle, massive moonsault! Fowler moves! Garcia eats the canvas! The ReVs for the first time are on even footing with the GSP for the match, and Fowler is stirring, crawling towards his corner. NJC sees this and goes to step in, but the referee cuts him off as Fowler goes to make the tag!

NJC goes back to the apron and the referee disputes the tag from Fowler to Zepp, which is causing frustration in the GSP corner as the referee tells Zepp to get back on the apron. Garcia grabs Fowler by the leg, dragon twist! Fowler is down in the middle of the ring, and Garcia goes for a cloverleaf. Fowler folds his knees to his chest and kicks Garcia into the GSP corner!

Fowler gets to his feet and runs full speed, crashing into Garcia with a full body splash! TAG TO EDWARD ZEPP! Zepp steps over the top rope, and it’s game on! Zepp one hand choke throws Garcia across the ring, NJC jumps in the ring, not the legal man, and is big booted for his actions! Zepp whips Garcia into the ropes, back body drop! NJC is up, hanging on to the ropes, CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP!

Garcia is dazed and confused from the onslaught from the Galactic Sex Pirate Giant known as Edwards Zepp. Zepp sees Garcia stagger step and spin around, SILENT SCREAM!

Placing a hand over the head of Garcia, Zepp locks in the signature hold, keeping the man wailing at his forearm but out of reach for him to hit Edward Zepp anywhere but the arm. Zepp thrashes the head of Garcia around, and Garcia looks to be fading where he stands… CHOP BLOCK!

Neo James Carner comes under the bottom rope, chopping the knee out from under the big man, and with that smacks Garcia in the shoulder as the silent scream/claw hold is broken up. The ReVs look at one another, bounce off the ropes, grabbing hands, and double clothesline! Zepp doesn’t budge… The ReVs look at one another with a look of bewilderment. What would it take to knock the giant off his feet? Another bounce off the rope, this time Garcia goes high, NJC goes low, double drop kick! It’s effective! The referee is yelling he’s going to disqualify the two men, so NJC returns to his corner on the apron, and Garcia comes over hitting a tag, but goes to the top rope!

NJC rushes across the ring elbowing Fowler in the face, it doesn’t have the effect he wants, but Fowler tries to come in the ring - causing the referee to be distracted. Garcia jumps off the top rope! Zepp catches him in mid-air! KICK TO THE JEWELS by NJC from behind! Zepp drops Garcia, holding his man parts, as NJC bounces off the ropes, floating over with a unique front face buster leg drop across the back of Zepp’s head! Garcia stomps the face of Zepp and then sees Fowler return to the apron, so he slides out of the ring, as NJC goes for a cover.


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KICKOUT! Garcia comes up behind Fowler on the apron, pulling the skirting out, he grabs Fowler’s leg and pulls him down inbetween the apron and the skirting. Fowler swings on Garcia, landing some heavy punches, but Garcia uses the steel stairs and front flip cannonball into Fowler, squishing him between the apron’s hard metal frame.

NJC gets up, Fowler is slow to recover. Fowler is on his knees, and Neo James Carner lines it up -- SYMPHO-KNEE! Not once, but twice! Neo James Carner covers Fowler by the ropes, as Garcia wraps the skirting around Fowler’s legs to tie him up on the outside. The referee gets into position to make the count, and NJC puts his feet on the middle rope after seeing the referee is out of place to not see his illegal conduct.


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The bell sounds! Fowler shoves a shoulder up at about a five count, but Neo James Carner is already off the ropes and out of the ring. Rob Garcia meets him near the ring entrance aisle, both men proud of their actions tonight as they take home the victory against the GSP.

Announcer: Winners of this match by pin fall, THE REVENANTS - NEO JAMES CARNER and ROB GARCIA! (19:23)

Fowler rips the skirting off the side of the ring, pissed at how he was duped by Garcia, and Zepp holding the middle rope, looks up between the bottom and middle rope with a look of rage on his face. The Galactic Sex Pirates did not get the job done, but it wasn’t due to not having the ability - the ReVenants were the dirtiest players in the business, and tonight they did everything they could in order to secure their win over GSP. This one was far from over. If it wasn’t enemies the ReVenants were looking for, they sure were making them left and right.

[Cut.]

--

[Hype.]

[August 25th, 2021.]

[Northern Pro Wrestling returns to the Scotiabank Arena for an epic event.]

[Imperial Crown Championship Opportunity On The Line.]

[The Dark Stars.]

[Niko.]

[Kono.]

[VS.]

[The Bastards.]

[Rob Riot.]

[Frank Windsor.]

[VS.]

[I-69.]

[Allan Joseph.]

[Wayne Sherlock.]

[The Winners Will Challenge for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships This Fall!]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

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Singles Showcase
20 Minute Time Limit
Primal vs. Andrew Morgan
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Up next was the hard hitting, power versus power matchup that had fans clamoring to get back to their seats from the concession stands. Primal was one half of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions with his partner Alex “Timeless” Turner, better known as the team, PrimeTime. He was also a strong candidate and played a role in Team NPW at the global event ‘Call to Arms’. No stranger to that event, was Andrew Morgan, who would be fighting Primal tonight.

Andrew Morgan’s debut was at Shockwave with the Galactic Sex Pirates and the Inglorious Bastards. The team of renegade wrestlers had made a statement and backed it since their arrival in the Canada based company. Morgan was revered and feared as a young prospect full of talent and ambition to make a name for himself. While he had the GSP around him and many options for success, Morgan would be testing his singles ability tonight against Primal. Size wise, Primal gave up 9 inches in height and nearly a hundred pounds to the young man known as ‘The Phoenix.’

Walking out to the ring with conviction, Andrew Morgan caught the crowds eye, both in statute and his calm and collected way he carried himself. Stepping over the top rope, Morgan throws an arm in the air, roaring for the crowd and they return his warcry with their own! His music fades as he takes to a corner, awaiting his opponent and stretching his arms.

"Am I Savage" by Metallica hits the PA. The lights dim and mist forms around the ramp. The tron shows images of a deep dense jungle slowly being traversed and ends up on an image of Primal's hideous mask. His "true face". Primal slowly slinks out of the back and to the stage as the heavy riffs kick in. He looks around until the lyrics start then he lets out a growl and spits on the stage then walks with purpose to the ring where he rolls under the ropes and to his knees. He looks around in pity at the humans who watch him, decked in the horrid trappings of this false "civilization". Primal slinks to a crouch in the corner, holding the top ropes as his music dies out.

The Atlantic sun was falling over the ocean, giving the sky a beautiful view of an assortment of colors brushing the sky as night approached. The bell rang, signaling the start as Primal stood up and walked to the center of the ring. No fear in the size of his opponent, Primal nodded at Morgan to come closer. Doing so, Andrew Morgan looked down at Primal, chest to head, the sight of two titans about to clash. Their demeanor was one of respect, Primal not having any issue with the Pirate Morgan, and Morgan being one who stopped a KGB beat down on NPW roster members. The fans knew this would be a hoss fight, and it started just like that.

Primal swung heavy handed, colliding with the chest of Morgan. Morgan looked at him with a blank stern gaze, and Primal knew he would have to do better. Swinging again, he was blocked as Morgan caught the fist within his hand, and began to squeeze. Grabbing the other free hand, Morgan now had Primal’s arms trapped within his grasp. Wrenching the arms outwards and down, Andrew Morgan was showing off the pure power he possessed.

Morgan sends a heavy knee into the midsection of Primal, sending him to a knee, breaking the hold as he slams a forearm into the back. Morgan irish whips Primal to the ropes, he comes back and ducks a big boot! Primal gains momentum and hits the ropes on the other side, shoulder tackle! Morgan staggers backwards, but doesn’t leave his feet! Primal lands on his feet, looking on with a bewildered look - it wasn’t enough. Not giving up, Primal launches at the ropes again, ducking a swinging clothesline from Morgan, hitting the other side, and leaps with a cross body!

All 288 pounds of the resident hairball hits the chest of Andrew Morgan! He catches him! Primal is held with both arms, as The Phoenix delivers a fall away slam! Throwing Primal over his shoulders and across the ring towards the ropes. Morgan was not any normal man, nor was he someone Primal had encountered before, outside maybe a Rumble interaction or two. In the land of NPW, giants were rare, with the last one really being Scott Steele a.k.a. The Colossus. Primal shook his head and rolled under the bottom rope to the apron.

Morgan sees him getting up and charges full steam! OVER THE TOP! Primal dips down, grabbing the top rope, and lets momentum do its magic as Andrew Morgan topples over and out of the ring! Rolling to his side as he lands, Morgan is not one to rest, getting up quickly - DOUBLE AXE HANDLE SMASH!

Flying off the apron, Primal puts everything he has into it, and it sends the big man right back down! Now he was getting somewhere! Primal felt it, and his instincts kicked in. The Jungle fever of the hairiest man in wrestling were like watching a gorilla defend its territory - and Primal began reigning down haymakers to the rising Morgan!

The referee began the count out.

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Morgan to his feet, fending off shots from Primal.

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Primal irish whips the big man towards the steel steps! Morgan counters and comes back with a hard elbow! Lifting Primal with both arms above his head, Andrew Morgan military presses Primal into the ring - between the middle and top rope!

Primal rolls to the center of the ring, looking back as Morgan grabs the top rope and pulls himself up on the apron. Stepping over the top rope, Primal pounces at him! Morgan grabs the rope and shows discomfort in his current position. Primal takes the opportunity and clubs him twice with blows to the face and neck, forcing Morgan to fall into the ring. Primal stays on Morgan, heavy double axe handle smashes reigning down on the shoulder and back area of the Phoenix as he tries to stand.

Pushing their way towards the corner, Primal rushes in and short arm clotheslines Morgan against the turnbuckles! Not once, but twice for good measure! Irish whip from post to post, and Primal waits as Morgan collides with the other turnbuckle and comes out staggering! DUSTED!

The spear that takes Morgan off his feet and crashing to the canvas! Primal wastes no time in going for the cover, hooking Morgan’s massive leg, and rolling over on his stomach as far as he can.


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Kick out! Andrew Morgan saves the match. Primal gets up and grabs Morgan by the neck, signaling with his body language that he was going to put Morgan away once and for all! Raising Morgan to a hunched position, Primal hooks the head in a suplex, and with all his strength begins to lift Morgan into the air!Slow and steady, we see Andrew Morgan’s massive frame go nearly all the way up. EMPTY ABYSS!? NO! Morgan falls back to his feet, kneeing Primal in the gut, shoving his head between his thighs for a piledriver, but instead he hooks both arms and drives Primal’s face into the canvas as he leaps up and lands on his knees!

Connecting with his trademark move, the Hit List! Andrew Morgan rolls Primal over, grabbing both legs and puts all his weight on the chest.


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The bell sounds and the match is over. Andrew Morgan reluctant to let go, checking to see the referee hold three fingers up. He lets go of Primal’s legs, climbing to his feet, and has his arm raised in the air.

Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, ANDREW MORGAN! (19:37)

The Galactic Sex Pirates had to be proud tonight, as their team mate pulled out the victory against one of the toughest NPW had to offer. Primal rolled to the apron, still groggy from the impact of the Hit List, but aware enough to slouch off the side and regain his composure. The battle was over, but knowing Primal, there would be another day that these two men would meet. For now, Andrew Morgan could hold his head high, relishing the victory at August on the Atlantic III.

[Cut.]

--
[The Shoreline.]

Steve Awesome sits in his cottage and stares at himself in the mirror- full of absolute vanity while readying himself for his match against D. He looks down at something on the table and then back up again, nearly jumping out of his skin when he sees Esmeralda von Krauss in the mirror behind him. She is in a slinky red dress with a plunging neckline and cut up nearly to her hips.

Steve Awesome: I didn’t hear the door open. How did you get in here?

Esmeralda purrs in Steve’s ear, her hands caressing his shoulders.

Esmeralda von Krauss: That’s nothing to worry about, dahling. I have purrrfected skills to be able to get in and out of places without people knowing about it, even as I stand out in a crowd. What you should worry about is defeating D for the Openweight title.

Steve Awesome: I have things under control. I mean, what could go wrong?

Esmeralda von Krauss: When it comes right down to the wire, D makes Spike Kane look like the cartoon dog-man from Disney.

Steve Awesome: Goofy? D makes Spike Kane look like Goofy? I mean that’s a bit of a stretch.

Esmeralda chuckles, breathing down Steve’s neck.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Of course it’s a bit of a stretch, dahling. A thin reedy thing like D. How could one such as him be more of a threat than the Blood God? It’s really quite simple. When he is not a wrestler, he kills for a living. He takes down those who cannot be touched by the law. When he walks into that ring with you, he knows of more ways to kill you than not. You can defeat him though. Even the perfect Judge is not without his weaknesses.

Steve Awesome: Why would you help me? If D is such a “perfect Judge”, why are you constantly bugging me? Why not him?

Esmeralda von Krauss: You have what I need, dahling. I can be in your corner and once you win and claim the Openweight title for your very own? We can properly celebrate into the wee hours of the morning. I mean, at this point, what’s another…baby momma…when you think about it?

Steve Awesome jumps to his feet and spins around, looking to Esmeralda with wide eyes.

Steve Awesome: Baby momma? Baby momma?! Is that what this is about? You want to be one of my baby mommas? Are you looking for a child support check? I can’t get behind that. I won’t get behind that. I don’t need no gold digging ho in my business, trying to get a paycheck out of me. You need to leave.

Esmeralda backs away a little against Steve’s sudden wrath.

Esmeralda von Krauss: It’s not like that, dahling! I have money. I have my own investments that make me even more wealthy than you and your fluff movies. I just need what you can provide me. You have two baby mommas. What’s one more who doesn’t need your money or your support?

Steve looks angrily at the fumbling Esmeralda.

Steve Awesome: I said begone, thot!

Esmeralda hisses in anger, her hand wavering to her thigh. She pulls her had away and goes to the door, opening it.

Esmeralda von Krauss: You will regret this, Steve Awesome. I get what I want in the end. Always.

Esmeralda goes out through the door, slamming it behind her. Steve sits back down, though he gets up briefly and locks the door to the dressing room before sitting back down.

Steve Awesome: That should take care of that.

--
Grudge Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Donzig vs. Freakke
--

One thing was adamantly clear - The NPW Fans appear to have adopted Freakke as one of theirs. When he made his way to the ring, they clapped with respect for the man who refused to compromise his own convictions in the face of danger. Freakke had to know that by refusing to go along with Donzig and the KGB, he would become their target. Did that phase him? Absolutely not.

The man doesn't make any excuses, he goes silent and works on himself. What does he do next? He shows up as a mystery partner for 'LD' and Hunter in their battle against The Dark Stars and Xialong. Donzig assumed Freakke was going to be on the shelf for quite awhile. Lo and behold, he was wrong. Freakke's tolerance for pain and his threshold to withstand that type of beating was truly heroic. So much so, he earned himself the respect of his peers one of which being the North American Double Crown Champion.

Donzig on the other hand has been proving that his 'craziness' isn't an act, but a way of life. The man is unique and bold, with a penchant for destroying things in his path. Since his decision to join the KGB, success has followed in spades. A third of the trio champions of the XHF... his valet and trainee has gone undefeated, and the two of them made it to the semi finals of the Anzac Cup!

Donzig has also been causing a stir all over the XHF network, and has decided to try and play tough guy with nPW owner Gus Arnold. We wish you well Donzig, don't come at the guy with the pen in his hand. You might end up shovelling dirt outside, or in handicap matches. Anywho, if you don't think these two were going to tear one and other apart, you don't know much about how revenge and ego work.

The bell sounded, and Freakke speared Donzig to the mat and started hammering away. Donzig bucked him off and rolled out of the ring to gather himself. One problem with that.. Freakke slid under the ropes and sent him flying with a european uppercut. The fans were into it right away.

FREE AKEEE!

FREE AKEEE!

A scoop slam onto the sand. Freakke hops up to the apron and falls down with a diving headbutt!

OHHHHH!!

Freakke certainly not opposed to using his own skull to inflict some punishment here. Donzig was alright split open! Wow! Blood from his lips and nose started to drip. Once the blood fell into his mouth, he tasted it, and it set him off. A barrage of wild fists flew, some connected, others didn't. The ones that did, left Freakke in pain, and gave Donzig enough space to fight back. A running stout drop kick to the stomach was next.

Donzig popped up, raised Freakke up, and dropped him down with a Brain Buster!

Donzig rolled into the ring and told the referee to stop counting, and that they were going to fight outside if they damn well pleased. The referee pointed to his chest, reminded Donzig of who was in charge. Whether the message landed, who knows.

Donzig ran forward and executed a TOPE SUICIDA!

Freakke flew backward into the guardrails in a heap. Donzig ran forward and double foot stomp to Freakke's chest! The blood thirsty fans in the front row were enjoying it. Right off the hop it was intensity in ten cities!

Donzig wasn't done, he picked Freakke up, rested him against the guardrail and started chopping away at him like he was a tree. Freakke fell forward, in pain, Donzig caught him, pushed him back up and took his head off with a nasty superkick!

WHACCCKKK!!!!!

Donzig roared, he taunted his man, then the fans, and then flipped his middle finger towards the backstage area, I'm sure it has Gus Arnold's name on it. The time he was taking had to be helping Freakke, which reared it's head quickly when DOnzig attempted to irish whip Freakke into the steel post, but he instead went shoulder first.

Freakke acted on instinct and rolled into the ring just before the delayed count could end the match. The referee warned that he wouldn't be as lenient going forward. Freakke was just happy to be catching his breath, and to have avoided getting his head slammed into the post.

Donzig started to stir, sensing his wounds were opening up a bit more, he spat on the ground to see a large top of blood pool in the sand. DOnzig's eyes lit up with rage, and he attempted to get back into the ring, but Freakke cut him off, grabbed him and slammed his head into the turnbuckle. DOnzig held on, just barely, but a straight right hand knocked him off the apron.

Slingshot somersault from Freakke was next, and they were back on the outside of the ring again! Freakke still not fully recovered also appeared to hit the ground hard. But it was all worth it to inflict some extra damage to his foe. In fact, both men were on the ground for five seconds before Freakke started to stir. He must've felt satisfied with his work, as he also perhaps feared what might happen if they continued to fight outside, which would be more to Donzgi's advantage one would have to ascertain.

Donzig tried to crawl under the rope and Freakke stomped his fingers. Vicious but effective. Donzig screamed in pain before jacking himself up to roll into the ring and take whatever offence he was about to absorb. Freakke didn't let him off easily, and kicked him while on the ground, doing his best to wind Donzig and slow the pace.

Freakke backed Donzig into the corner and started to light him up to the crowd approval.

Irish whp, and a stiff clothesline followed when Donzig hit the far turnbuckle. Double undertook, into a backbreaker!

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Donzig was up.

Freakke kep the pressure on, but a quick thumb to the eye stopped him in his tracks. Donzig was still bleeding, and was doing his best to catch his breath and evaluate his situation. Freakke came back, and caught an uppercut for his trouble, backing him off slightly. An open hand slap followed and Donzig started to talk some trash!

SLAP! Freakke returns the favour.

SLAP!

SLAP!

We have a SLAP OFF!

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

WOOOOOOOO!!!

Freak swung wildly and it was blocked, and Donzig took him over with a judo throw. Donzig held the position and executed a neck crank which seemed to have Freakke in pain and uncomfortable. The ref asked him if he was going to tap, but he refused. The fans cheered... Donzig held the position and brought things up to one Knee.

Elbows from Freakke to the gut a swing and a connect! A swing, and a Duck, Donzig grabbed the arm.... 25:17!!!!

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Wow, out of nowhere, Donzig was able to catch Freakke with his finisher, and secures the finish in what is likely to be the first!

The crowd erupted, knowing both men gave it their all, and stiffened one and other up at every turn. But we can see the emotion from both, and the fact that this was as hard hitting as it was, it set a new standard for NPW. Perhaps if there is a next time they will do their best to confine these two to the ring with a steel cage.

Donzig met with Sinclair and the two left the scene. Freakke gathered himself and soaked in the adulation from the crowd before we cut away.

[Cut.]

--

[Hype.]

[August 25th, 2021.]

[Main Event.]

[The ReVenants.]

[Keith Williams.]

[Neo James Carner.]

[VS.]

[Jesse Jamester.]

[Lynx.]

[But there's more!]

[The North American Double Crown Champion.]

["The Real" Lord Dominicus Will Be The Special Guest Referee.]

[...]

[Fireworks.]

[Can Lynx and JJ co-exist?]

[Will Lord Dominicus Remain Impartial?]

[Will The ReVenants continue their recent dominance?]

[Who Will Prevail?]

[Who Will Survive?]

[...]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

--
The Timeless Tryout/1 Year Anniversary
20 Minute Time Limit
Timeless vs. El Guapo
--

Timeless and Roxy walked out together to a chorus of boos. Turner had his half of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Titles around his waist, and strutted to the ring like he owned the place. Behind them, one of NPW's officials was wheeling out a monster cake, to celebrate Alex Turner's one year anniversary with the company. In his words, Turner was the highest paid contract in NPW history, and he's the catalyst for ALL of NPW's success. His name, his identity and his resume brought a lot of extra eyes to Northern Pro.

Roxy took the lead and snarled for the fans, while posing like Vanna White to allow her man to get his time in the spotlight. The two entered the ring, and the cake remained on the outside of the ring.

SWISH SWISH Bitch.

Timeless took the mic and welcomed everyone to the Timeless Invitational. Turner went onto boast about his winning streak over the past year, and how he believed that there wasn't anyone who could stop him inside of the ring.

For tonight's exhibition, Timeless declared that the 'Side Kick' was going to be his move of choice. The reason being, he said that Roxy was the best second, the best valet and his one true Side Kick in this life. Timless dedicated this performance to her, and also said that Prime Time was going to dominate the tag tam scene for years to come, so seeing them with Tag Team Gold was something everyone ought to get used to.

[Random Spanish Symphony Begins to Play.]

Timeless and Roxy turn and snicker, as a wide body suit wearing luchador with a full mask waddles his way to the ring.

WELCOME TO THE SIDEKICK CHALLENGE!!

El Guapo gingerly rolled into the ring, and meekly took his position in the corner.

Roxy walked past El Guapo and told him to get ready to be made famous!

DING DING DING

El Guapo walked forward, and Timeless crow hopped and delivered a nasty side kick to Guapo's gut!

OHHHHH!

Timeless reared back and Side Kicked Guapo in the head!

El Guapo slumped to the mat. Timeless walked over and put his foot on Guapo's chest


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thNO!!

Timeless seem perturbed, but not worried.

Timeless looked into the crowd and blew everyone a kiss. He also told Roxy to light the candles on his cake, because there would be a celebration in the near future.

El Guapo was back up.

WHAM! Sidekick to the gut once again. He fell.

Timeless poked fun at El Guapo's weight, and alluded to the fact the portly luchador had lots of padding to protect himself from these kicks.

Timeless grabbed the Luchador by the mask and told him he better stay down this time, or it'll get a lot worse.

SMALL PACKAGE!


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WHAT?!!?


Ding Ding Ding

Suddenly El Guapo is jumping up and down, and appears to be in fantastic shape. Timeless is in SHOCK. The fans are going BANANAS!

Nah Nah Nah

Nah Nah Nah

Hey Hey Hey

GOODBYE!!

What's this?

El Guapo takes off of his body suit to reveal dark skin and a fit frame. He then takes off his mask..

[...]


[....]


THAT'S HNDRXXX!!!!


RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

HNDRXX finally stood up to the bully and used Timeless' vanity against him.

Roxy is livid on the outside, as Timeless dive for HNDRXX, who swiftly exits the ring with cat like quickness, and disappears through the crowd!!

The fans are on their feet, they're pointing, they're laughing...

Roxy keeps telling them all to SHUT UP. But to no avail.

HNDRXX could be seen mouthing: "I had seen enough." which seemed to indicate he had been tracking these invitationals for months now, and saw an opportunity to take down the biggest bully in the yard.

To make matter worse, HNDRXX Knocked the cake off of it's tray when he whizzed past it before jumping the guardrail. A mountain of icing and candles are splattered everywhere, which makes Roxy all that more upset.

Timeless is up, and he's livid. He points at HNDRXX, and tells him he will pay dearly for this!

Everyone in the arena is having a laugh at the expense of Timeless and Roxy. What a way to cap off a crazy evening. Something tells me, that this rivalry is just getting started.

[Cut.]

--
[Post August on the Atlantic Day 1.]

[Lord Dominicus.]

*The camera opens on NPW backstage man about town, Blake Samuels. He smiles*

Samuels: Hello ladies and gentlemen, you’re just in luck here as we’re still basking in the revelations of August on the Atlantic’s first night out. And you’re in real luck because I’ve been able to find the-

*Blake is pushed aside by none other than the NPW North American Double Crown Champion, Lord Dominicus. Dominicus is sporting an ice pack in one hand, which he keeps putting to his head. Meanwhile he is wearing the NPW NA DC around his waist*

LD: I found you, and I’m quickly regretting that decision!

*The interviewer doesn’t give up and reasserts himself into the conversation*

Samuels: Lord Dominicus, you were able to defend your championship at Night One, but just barely, against Niko what do-

LD: JUST BARELY!? JUST BARELY!? No no, you totally misunderstood that. You see, I did what a champ does, I won. I didn’t use a fancy finisher because I didn’t need it, I did the one thing I knew Niko wouldn’t

*He uses his ice pack hand to point to his head*

LD: Niko is a beast of wild man….alien….time-traveler- but as you could see he was dumb as rocks. Look Blake, I’ve been the champion of Northern Pro Wrestling for nearly a year

Samuels: But what abou-

LD: What about what?

Samuels: Well if you’d let me finish. What about Eric Dane?

LD: Who? Oh, yeah. Ok, you mean the guy, who along with “Antiquated” Alex Turner and “Forgettable” Gordon Carlson completely ruined the two titles that make up the North American Double Crown Championship? Thus theoretically rendering NPW without a champion?

Samuels: But on that very sam-

LD: I WAS GETTING THERE! On that very same night I became the ONLY singles champion in NPW by winning the North American Cruiserweight Championship. Becoming the de-facto champion of the company and lifting us into a new stratosphere. And then when Eric Dane screwed up the return of the two titles he screwed up, who was there to continue holding everyone up?

Samuels: You?

LD: EXACTLY! There you go, had to get into the right rhythm. We should talk more. I brought stability to the company once again by ousting him and becoming the TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION! Everything was perfect, I was on my throne and the peons were fighting over the Openweight title and the various team-building gold then somebody, SOMEBODY nosed into a match he had no right in and screwed it up!

Samuels: Well when I talked to Niko, he once again emphatically repeated that his interference causing you to lose the North American Cruiserweight Championship was just business, not personal.

LD: Yes yes, I’ve heard him say that a lot. He probably felt he needed to in case my reign didn’t end- which it didn’t- so that I wouldn’t banish him from my EVIL kingdom. But here’s the thing, Niko. Maybe it wasn’t personal for you, but when you broke the Triple Crown by screwing up my match- you made it personal for ME, thus it was personal.

*The DARK LORD OF NPW has moved in closer to the camera.*

LD: And then, THEN, you had the gall to talk about stabilizing Northern Pro Wrestling by re-unifying the Triple Crown yourself. YOU BROKE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU NINCOMPOOP! I fixed this company through my skill and my genius, and I will continue to lead as your NPW North American Double Crown Champion!

*He calms down and backs up a bit to his previous spot*

Samuels: Now L-

LD: Our business is done now, Niko. You failed in your coup and you disgraced the NPW North American Cruiserweight Championship in the process. But your little tantrum after our match? Kono’s inability to stay in his spot? The double attack? Your DARK LORD has not forgotten.

Samuels: As I was saying, now that you’ve finished off Niko for the time being-

LD: Forever.

Samuels: -What are your next steps? Do you already have another opponent in mind or another goal here in NPW?

LD: Blake let me tell you, here in NPW any time I’ve run into somebody headstrong who’s tried to make their own business I end up being their undoing. And I’d hate to be my own worst enemy so rather than pen my own downfall I’ll continue to allow Gus Arnold to make such decisions. I am a busy man and have not the time for managing my own schedule.

Samuels: So that’s a no?

LD: That’s a warning to everyone on this roster to stay in line or find themselves at the feet of their EVIL CHAMPION.

*With that Lord Dominicus walks away and the segment fades*


--
Main Event
Northern Openweight Championship
No Time Limit
'D' (c) vs. Steve Awesome
--

The heat was on and as the night came to a close, we had one final match for August on the Atlantic III. Northern Pro Wrestling had put on two great nights of action, showcasing some impressive new talent and exciting bouts that would no doubt leave people excited for the next NPW Honor on Friday the 13th, 2021 in Nova Scotia.

Next though, was the main event, and the draw that had everyone waiting with anticipation. In the weeks leading up to this, Steve Awesome and ‘D’ had been going back and forth, with Esmeralda von Krauss getting involved in one way or another. It was a confusing tale of who was responsible for what.

In the last mixup involving the two men, Steve Awesome smacked the OpenWeight Champion with the ‘superkick heard around the world!’ Steve Awesome was fed up with explaining himself to the champion, and tired of the games going on. His point was made, and in turn ‘D’ took it personal. With the weight of the North American OpenWeight Championship on the line, tonight these two would get the chance to duke it out in the summer showcase of the Canadian promotion. Both earned their right to be the main event on Northern Pro Wrestling’s summer Pay-Per-View, and for good reason. There would be no shaking hands when this one was over, it was mono-y-mono, for the strap, and the fans were getting amped.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! It will be for the NORTH AMERICAN OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the CHALLENGER, hailing from Detroit, Michigan! He stands 6 feet 2 inches, and weighs in tonight at two-hundred-thirty-eight pounds… He is known as ‘The Face of the Franchise’... ladies and gentlemen….. STEVE AWESOOOOOME!

"Full of Regret" by Danko Jones smashes across the sound system of the outside venue, causing fans to leap out of their seats. Their response mixed, some loving the man and others showing their displeasure of the challenger. All the lights in the venue die out, as it was night, only the moon showed above them in the outside venue, hitting the Atlantic ocean to the far corner of the fans on the beach. Suddenly, the fans who loved him in attendance started chanting his name.

"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"

Dramatic pause, the music almost stopping for a moment.

"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"

The lights in the venue explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones. His appearance for the evening was even more flashy and glamorous than ever before seen in his Northern Pro Wrestling matches. He was dressing the part and playing it well, giving that big fight feel for what he knew was a huge opportunity.

“Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her won't you tell her for me
It's better this way to avoid all the misery”

The chorus plays again as Steve Awesome walks down to the ring, soaking in the attention and feeling out the sold out venue in Stellarton, Nova Scotia. As the guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring, he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel. Taking a little longer than normal, before he flexes his arm muscles, giving the fans a nice photo op for the occasion, and making the most of his August on the Atlantic III entrance. Awesome stands and does a turn, playing with his hair, as he gets a slow motion effect which coordinates perfectly with pyro spraying behind him. The fans are eating it up, as they know he, Steve Awesome, has come to fight tonight. The music fades out and the ring announcer takes their spot in the center of the ring.

Announcer: And his opponent, the reigning NORTH AMERICAN OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION! Hailing from parts unknown, he stands 6 foot 1 inches, and weighs in tonight at 213 pounds! Known to the wrestling world as ‘The Enigma’ …. Ladies and gentleman I give you, ‘DDDDDDDDDDDD!’

Wicked with the tune of a slight guitar chord plucking away, the beat getting louder and louder, before shredding into a solo so brilliant and heavy, that the fans burst from their seats to see the North American OpenWeight Champion, D, make his appearance from the back curtain! His long hair is braided into tiny, intricate braids and dyed a deep, dark red, as dark circles rim his eyes extending at the corners, back into his scalp. A deep red diamond sits at the center of his forehead with red accents at the eyes, mouth and neck. His ring gear consists of baggy black leather pants and black boots, a red and black shirt has the rib cage and skeletal structure tracing his own. Around his waist resides the shiny diamond plated OpenWeight Championship, strapped and secured as ‘D’ makes his way down the aisle, slapping the fans hands who are near ringside, and extending that Champion vibe to them with every hand he touched.

Walking up the steel steps, ‘D’ takes to the apron, posing for a moment, before running to the turnbuckle, leaping up to the second rope from the outside apron, and throwing both fists into the air! His calm nature was being let go here tonight, as this rivalry was one that had grown to new heights, and the way he carried himself showed it! ‘D’ leaped off the top rope and landed securely on his feet in the ring, as his music faded out and the OpenWeight title was unlatched by his left hand, before he raised the title into the air, showing everyone in attendance, exactly what D and Awesome would be fighting for. ‘D’ hands the title to the referee, who quickly gives both men the run down of the match rules, before telling them to head to their corners.

The referee shows the belt once more, shoving it into the air with both hands as the sides are folded back to give the center plate focus, and then hands it off to the time keeper. As he takes his position in the ring, he nods to both competitors, and they nod back, the bell sounds - this one is underway!

Steve Awesome fluffs his hair, before slapping the tape on his left wrist and circles the ring. D follows suit, going counter clockwise as the two men feel one another out. The anticipation growing as some false steps by Awesome into the center happen, causing D to react but not lose his composure. Awesome was testing D, seeing if he would bite, but he didn’t. Champion knew what was on the line, D had been in these high-pressure situations before, and whether Awesome thought he could jostle D to make a mistake or not, it would take more than a fake out to do it. Finally the two tie-up, fighting for leverage as they go back and forth, first Awesome with the advantage, then D taking it back. D is pushed up against the ropes by Awesome as he drives with his feet and traps him, both men not wanting to break the tie-up, until the referee steps in and forces them to.

Steve Awesome steps back a few steps, a cocky smile on his face as he points to D and tells him that’s a sample of the rest of the night. D remains emotionless in his facial expressions, giving nothing for Steve to read. Being the enigma that D was, we could only speculate what was going on in his head. The man had made an impact in Canada’s most popular wrestling company in a short matter of time, capturing the audience in the palm of his hand. Awesome on the other hand came in with a chip on both shoulders, and made it known he was going to be someone here, whether the fans liked it or not.

D initiates the next tie-up, this time swooping the wrist behind Awesome’s back, fluidly putting on a hammerlock. Steve goes to grab the foot between his legs, and D goes from the hammerlock to grabbing the neck of Awesome. Headlock! Controlling the pace, D tightens his hold as Steve is hunched over and in a bad spot. Awesome grabs hold of D’s waist, arching his back for a back body drop, and D lands a punch to the top of his forehead! Spinning around the shoulders of Awesome, D executes a drop toe hold and spins around on his back before grabbing an arm!

Awesome is quick with the counter, hopping up and using the hooked arm to arm drag D across the ring - separating the two. Steve Awesome drops to the canvas, rolling under the bottom rope, keeping his eyes glued on D as he puts his hands up waving that he isn’t going to play that game. Apparently chain wrestling was not on the Awesome menu for this match, and he takes his time walking around outside the ring as the referee begins a count.

D keeps his eyes locked on Awesome, who flaunts a bit before fixing his hair, fluffing the ends that touch his shoulder. Awesome stands at the steel steps to the ring corner, making the most of the ten count to regather himself. Walking up the steps, Awesome slowly steps back in the ring, breaking the referees count — but quickly steps back out and hops off the apron.

D looks to be annoyed just slightly, though it’s hard to tell with his facial expressions. Awesome was slowing the pace down, playing to his strengths, and no doubt, egging the champion on to come out after him. The referee begins the count again. D goes to leave the ring and the referee stops him, telling him to stay back.

Awesome laughs at D, walking up the steel steps onto the apron, he points at the time keeper’s table where the OpenWeight title resides and says “After tonight, it’s the Awesome OpenWeight” and steps back into the ring, leaning against the closest turnbuckle pads. Holding hands up, Awesome motions for D to come get him, and D obliges, walking with purpose right up to him, as Awesome sticks his head and shoulders between the middle and top rope - making the referee interject himself between the two men.

D cracks his neck as he steps back, not out of respect for Awesome but for the rules. He was a man of pride and followed the rules laid out. Awesome on the other hand, would find any way to bend them to his favor. Awesome slips back in and as he does D comes flying at him with a burst of speed! Splash in the corner!

D lays into Awesome with punches and then kicks, attacking his full body, not allowing Awesome out of the corner until the referee reaches a 3 count. D latches the arm and sends Awesome sailing across the ring with a hard irish whip into the far ropes. Bouncing off them, Awesome returns to see D mid-air with both feet planting him in the chin! D lands a picture perfect drop kick!

Awesome hits the canvas and rolls over to his knees out of instinct, caught off guard by the move. D is back to his feet, sprinting at Awesome who rises, and goes for a knee to his face! Awesome side steps him, grabbing the waist, the two run into the ropes, D grabbing the top rope with both arms, Awesome locking his arms around D’s waist - and Awesome attempts a German suplex! D holds on though! Awesome digs his boots in, pops the hips and tries again! D is not budging! Finally Awesome lets go with one arm and clubs D across the back, chopping the front arms with the free hand so he lets go of the ropes, and D shifts his weight, spinning around, overhead belly-to-belly release suplex by Awesome!

Crashing on the other side of the ring, D hits the canvas with authority! His body rolls through, taking two bumps, one from the initial impact and another as his armpit hits the bottom rope on the other end of the ring. Awesome looks on as he gets to his feet, doing a hair check promptly as he sees the opportunity to. Though vain in his appearance, Steve Awesome knows that he won’t win this match on looks, even if he wish he could - and continues the attack by closing in on D who uses the second rope to pull himself up, a bit wobbly. Awesome comes up from behind and grabs the closest arm of D, locking in a hammerlock on D, before he takes it up a notch, delivering a hammerlock backdrop that folds up the champion!

Wasting no time after the move lands, Steve Awesome grabs the arm he just had in the hammerlock and pulls D away from the ropes, pinning the hand under D’s back as he hooks the leg for a cover.


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Shoulder up! With the opposite shoulder popping off the canvas, D saves his chances at retaining. Awesome drives an elbow into D’s face for his efforts. Lifting D up by the neck, Steve Awesome hooks D by the neck and swinging neckbreaker! It looks absolutely gross on impact, and D feels every bit of it as he reaches for the back of his neck and rolls away from Awesome.

Gaining his footing, Awesome positions himself in the corner nearest D, slapping his outer thigh with his right hand, motioning for what everyone saw him do on Honor to D. As the champion rises to his feet, back turned to the challenger, Awesome goes for the superkick! D ducks! Awesome hits air as D drops down and spins his leg around 180 degrees to roundhouse kick the back of the only leg holding Awesome up! Slapping back to canvas, Awesome looks to have had his air stolen, as D shakes the cobwebs and in a fluid motion grabs the top ropes in front of him, as he stands over Steve Awesome, and springboards up off the second rope, jumping to the top rope, lands on the back of his thighs, somersaulting backwards and landing chest to chest on Awesome! D hooks the leg immediately, going for the pinfall.


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Rope break! D has a moment to reflect, seeing how close they were and knowing that he should have moved Awesome back. Hindsight being what it is though, D grabs the arm of Awesome and with a wrist lock uses the hold to make Steve stand up slowly. Awesome obliges, only because his hand is contorted awkwardly and he must, as D walks him towards the corner.

A swift kick to the gut, another to the head as Awesome hunches over, and D uses the corner to jump up to the second rope while keeping the wrist in firm control. D leaps up to the top rope, and falls backwards, twisting his body, as he goes high and comes down into a roll in the center of the ring! Snapping Awesome across the ring with a huge arm drag!

Awesome’s momentum brings him back to his feet in the far corner; which is where D wanted him as he rolls right into a flying sitout clothesline! D sits on the middle rope to the right of Awesome, arm colliding with the neck and shoulders, causing Awesome to choke a bit before sitting down in the corner. D slides out to the apron, uses the top rope, he slingshots himself over, grabbing the other top rope, and two feet collide directly into the chest of Awesome!

Rolling backwards out of the corner, D watches as Awesome slouches over holding his chest. The series of creative offensive strikes and moves were compounding like interest, and D knew that a few more big moves could put this match away. Grabbing Awesome by the boots, D drags him out of the corner, positioning him a few feet from the corner on his back. Stepping back out on the apron, Do looks to be going back up to the top rope once more. Fans who were cheering begin to boo however, and D notices they are looking up towards the entrance.

[Esmeralda von Krauss.]

As though on queue, the woman who had made both men’s lives in Northern Pro more difficult every show they were on, appeared to be coming out to the ring. Dressed like she was there as a fan, the personality of Esmeralda von Krauss was one of ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ as she stared a hole through D, who was now stopped on the apron, looking at her quizzically. The distraction didn’t last long though, as D ascended the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope, BELLY-TO-BELLY!

Huge belly-to-belly suplex off the top rope executed by a desperate and meticulous Steve Awesome. Taking advantage of the small window he had, Awesome played possum until D was in position, and sprung up as he got to the top rope, like a cat, he had gone from 1 to 100! But at what cost? Both men lay in the ring on their backs, exhausted from the exchange so far. The referee doing his job, began the count.

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NO! Awesome kicks out in the knick of time. D collapses from his bridge and Awesome rolls over to his stomach. The two claw their way to opposite sides of the ring, using the ropes to climb up to their feet. Awesome notices Esmeralda at ringside, giving her a glance that can’t quite be interpreted, and then turns around to see D still on the other set of ropes.

Awesome crosses slowly across the ring, coming to his opponent’s back, he whips D around and shoots a foot up into the chin with such swiftness and precision! Landing under the chin, D is sent up into the air and off his feet! Steve notices his mistake, as D’s arm grabs the top rope and he flips backwards with the momentum of the kick, tumbling to the outside ring area!

Esmeralda walks around the far side of the ring, keeping a turnbuckle post between herself and the fallen OpenWeight Champion; she looks on at Steve Awesome, who is beating himself up slightly as he says something under his breath. Steve rolls under the bottom rope, sweat glistening from not only the match so far, but the heat on this summer night. Shaking his head as he gets pumped up, Steve Awesome grabs D by the arm, pulling him to his feet, and then sends him flying into the steel steps!

D crashes over the steps, causing a loud clanging noise, before he spills on the other side. Awesome is proud of his work, knowing full well that all this punishment would pay off. He stalks his opponent, finding him on the other side, and Esmeralda gets closer once again - still keeping a turnbuckle post between her and the competitors.

Throwing D back into the ring, Awesome slides under the bottom rope, and smiles with the utmost confidence as he sees D battered, hardly able to find his feet. Awesome nods as he stalks the champion, spinning him around, scooping D up onto his shoulders! Steve-KO!? NO! D rolls off the shoulders and lands behind Awesome! TWISTED TRUTH! D hits the Twisted Truth in a moment’s notice on Steve Awesome! Draping an arm over Steve for the cover, it’s all D appears to have left, and the referee slides into position for the count.




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Shoulder up! Steve Awesome with the nano-second save! A penny could have been placed between the referee’s hand and that three count, but the referee throws up two fingers to make it official. What a close call! Steve Awesome showing what he was made of, and D as well with the counter into his trademark move. Now both men lay there, you could smell the air of the Atlantic ocean, and the fans were cheering both men on - whether they hated Steve Awesome or not, they had gained respect tonight for the fight he put up.


“N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA! N-P-DUBYA! “


The noise must have rejuvenated both men, as they began to rise. Esmeralda stood ringside, hands on the apron, watching with intense eyes. D was to his feet, Awesome following him shortly after.

D swings with a right!

Awesome swings back with a right!

D hits another right punch!

Awesome with a left jab!

D staggers…

Awesome goes for a grapple!

D uses Awesome to jump up on his shoulders, legs on both sides of his head, in an electric chair drop position. Esmeralda gets up on the apron, standing right in front of Steve Awesome with D on his shoulders, yelling something at both men! The referee yells at her to get down.

Awesome turns his back to Esmeralda von Krauss, spinning around trying to shake D off. D swings his upper body backwards, he goes for a reverse hurricarana from an electric chair drop position! Awesome’s head bounces off the canvas, and he jolts up to his feet, backpedaling to the ropes! Awesome slams into Esmeralda on the apron and knocks her off to the outside! Awesome dazed from the impact but aware enough to know he collided with someone turns around to look, stutter stepping as his balance is off. With haste, D rushes towards the ropes, springboards from them right beside Steve Awesome! D executes a twisting sunset flip! Rolling Awesome up! Awesome is fighting to get out of the pin combination! But D applies all his weight on both legs, driving his feet until he’s got Steve Awesome fully bent in half so his knees touch his shoulders!


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The bell sounds as confetti reigns down from the mega tron structure that was built on four pillars in the crowd and situated right above the ring about 30 feet in the air! ‘D’ has retained his North American OpenWeight Championship, in what was the fight of both men’s lives!

Announcer: Winner of this match and STILL North American OpenWeight Champion, ‘D’! (28:51)

The fans explode from their seats, whatever ones are still sitting at this point, and celebrate with the defending champion, the enigma, ‘D’. Esmeralda gets attention from staff at ringside, as Steve Awesome lays on the ring canvas, eyes closed.

Crawling to his feet, the adrenaline hitting finally from the roar of the crowd, ‘D’ is presented his North American OpenWeight title from the time referee, and his arm is raised in the air! As this happens, we see the owner of NPW come walking down to the ring, his face shows how proud he is of both men’s efforts. Walking up the steel steps, Gus Arnold enters the ring.

‘D’ is taken back as he notices Gus from the corner of his eye, but quickly lets his defenses down as the owner extends a hand to congratulate him, and then raises his hand in the air again to the audience.

Steve Awesome begins to get up, and we see him notice what is going on; his face tells the story, a loss was a loss, no matter how it was painted. He didn’t get the job done, and dissatisfaction for the night’s work he put in would be felt ten fold. Gus nodded at Steve, trading some words, as ‘D’ gave his opponent space. Gus extends a hand to the sitting Steve Awesome, who is reluctant to take it, but finally does with some prodding from the owner.

Gus shakes Steve’s hand, who looks at him with a puzzled face, before shrugging and rolling out of the ring. Steve Awesome knew he wasn’t the one who won, and whether or not the owner showed him respect, he wasn’t sticking around to see ‘D’ celebrate. Awesome walked the aisle to the back, as Gus Arnold motioned to ‘D’ on the turnbuckle, holding the OpenWeight Championship up in the air for the world to see.

[Goodnight Everyone.]

[Cut.]

[Black.]