Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:48:00 GMT -5
TAPED from the The Scotiabank Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia
50% Capacity. Masks required.
Backstage at the Nova Scotia arena, NPW Honor is underway. A camera pans the open hallways, catching a glimpse of superstars and staff. Stopping on a dime, the camera focuses in as we see Jesse Jamester walking towards the backstage area from a long hallway that leads to the exit for talent.
He walks up in front of a door; it has his name written on it. He enters the room; it is pitch black and starts looking for the light switch.
Suddenly a deep, tranquil, voice echoes…
“A warrior like you should know better than to turn his back on the Darkness!”
Jesse turns promptly around, but he still can’t see anything.
“There is a new Darkness in the NPW, it's spreading its wings and engulfing the place. The fighters should not underestimate it.
You should not underestimate it…
…You did, and look what It brought upon you.
Pain and Anger.”
Jesse pans around, his eyes showing a dead serious look as he glances around. Trying to find the switch but to no avail
“I could have interfered.
I should have interfered.
But I wanted you to understand the seriousness of the situation.
Now you do”
Suddenly a soft light fills the place; Jesse looks in front of him and sees…
[Lynx]
The man Jesse Jamester knows as Eron Hunter. The man he has fought against. Now standing in front of him, now dawning a different look, one he was referring to as Lynx. Wearing a mask which covers his whole face. It is a black and white mask. The mouth is open enough to let ferocious fangs stick out. The eyes are holes, letting the eyes of the wearer appear, Eron´s own brown eyes shine through it. The mask gives a vicious look to the whole Lynx appearance. It makes it appear as if a violent roar would echo through the whole place at any given moment. Now that was not the only thing that had changed in the man formerly known as Eron Hunter. His energy was that of a seething anger, brimming not only in his appearance but in his voice. Lynx was angrier than he had ever been before, more secure of himself.
Eron Hunter, no, Lynx. Standing before the man he once feuded with, Lynx looked Jesse up and down, soaking in this version of the Canadian Nightmare. With his arms crossed on his chest. Lynx takes a deep breath and resumes his speech.
“This new group of people…
…They have no valor such as Honor or Dignity. They have no limits in their evilness. They are nothing like the Syndicate was. You three were a threat to the NPW, that is true, but Jesse Jamester was looking for brotherhood. Scott Steel was a loyal vassal…
The Revenants have nothing that resembles those values.
They are a bloodthirsty pack of hyenas. Looking to spread disease and terror in every place they travel to.”
Lynx stops talking, he clenches his fist waving it in the air.
“But they have a problem!
No. They have Two Problems; those problems being Lynx and Jesse Jamester!”
He stops talking and crosses his arms on his chest again.
“…..”
Silence.
“What I mean, Jesse Jamester is that if you want an ally in your fight against these Hyenas…
…Well
You found one!"
The camera cuts to a commercial break before we can find out if the Canadian Nightmare and Lynx have a mutual understanding. The look on Jamester's face before the camera faded out, was one of a stern look, measuring the man he saw before him - a man he knew, who he fought, while the same in many ways... Lynx was not the Eron Hunter that he had defeated, that was clear as the sky was blue.
Coming off the hottest Pay-Per-View of the year in August on the Atlantic III; Northern Pro Wrestling was back in Nova Scotia for it’s fifth edition of Honor. The night was already highlighted with some magic in the air. Lynx had finally broken his silence since returning to the ring, no longer under the moniker Eron Hunter. His target clear, the ReVenants; but his focus was Keith Williams, the man who strung him up with a chain by his leg, after pulverizing him into a bloody mess.
Kono on the other hand was coming off a hot run with the Dark Stars triple power bombing Lord Dominicus on the July 15th show NPW held. With his team member Niko’s recent main event for the North American Double Crown against Lord Dominicus at August on the Atlantic III. The Dark Stars were an item the NPW universe was paying attention to, and whether the fans loved them or hated them, the latter being more the case; they were a force to be reckoned with in the NPW ranks. Kono would make his way to the ring first, filing out with confidence and displaying some strikes to the air, as he was spotlighted down the aisle. Walking the steel stairs, Kono took to the apron closest to the hard cam, and posed under the glorious lights, soaking in the moment before this singles match began. Using the top rope, Kono flipped over backwards using his arms, landing on his feet and bowing with a futuristic bow.
"Long Walk Home" by Howl Trance slammed through the sound system of the Nova Scotia arena, and out came the newly packaged and more serious side of a man many NPW fans were ecstatic to see. Shooting from their seats to hold up signs, whistle, and even some flashes from the women, the young athlete who now dawned a panther-like mask and a darker ring attire, made his way out. Lynx was all business, showing no emotion to the energy the fans were providing, and giving nothing as he stared a hole through Kono. His attitude was that of a hitman, one who had a job, and would not be satisfied until it was completed. Leaping to the apron, he springs over the top rope in a fluid motion, rolling to the center of the ring before pouncing into the air, both arms raised, and his mask taking on the purple lights that saturated the ring, providing this gnarly dark panther shadow as Lynx looked straight up to the ceiling - and then back to Kono.
Bell sounds and the two men waste no time making a B-line for the tie-up. Lynx goes from a tie-up to hammerlock, and Kono rolls through on his back, kips up, and locks on his own wrist lock. Controlling the wrist, Kono wrenches it, forcing Lynx to try and roll through, but Kono plants a foot on his chest when he does, and keeps him on the mat. Kono goes for an armbar, and Lynx uses the transition to small package the Dark Stars member!
1..
Kickout! Kono is too fresh, but immediately realizes the quickness and capability of Lynx to shift the momentum. Both men get to their feet. A series of strikes from Kono, along with kicks to the shin, thigh, and midsection are executed with precision. Kono goes for a Muy Thai kick to the ankle, Lynx leaps up, planting a boot in the chest of Kono, and backflipping as he dropkicks Kono! Creating space, Lynx lands in a kneeling position, and Kono is sent backwards into the ropes. Bouncing back towards Lynx, Kono leap frogs him, hitting the ropes again, Lynx goes for the hip toss, Kono counters with his own, Lynx counters with a kick to the gut, placing his leg on the back of Kono’s neck. Kono flips Lynx up in the air, where he lands behind Kono on his feet, and Kono pelee kicks Lynx in the mask!
The impact sends Lynx into the turnbuckle, and Kono quickly capitalizes, dashing across the ring, hitting the ropes, and running full steam at Lynx. Kono executes a flying sitout clothesline, landing on the second rope as he brings forearm to the chest of Lynx in the corner. Slipping through the ropes, Kono climbs the turnbuckle as Lynx staggers out of the corner. Turning around just as Kono takes to the air, Lynx dropkicks him in the chest mid-air!
Both bodies feel the impact of the move, as Lynx hits back first, and Kono jolts backwards from the dropkick, and Kono smacking the canvas on his back awkwardly. Lynx rolls over, knowing he had a small window, and grabbing the arms of Kono, pulls him away from the ropes. Glancing at the turnbuckle, Lynx strikes the head of Kono twice, making sure he’ll remain down, before rushing up the turnbuckle, moonsaulting from the top rope in a flash! Picture perfect top rope moonsault hits its mark! Lynx wraps up a leg and goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Shoulder up! Kono making this a close one, as fans sat back down, realizing the match was not over. The Dark Star member rolls away from Lynx to the apron, forcing space as he regains his wind; Lynx is feeling himself as he gets to his feet and starts to audibly make noise that resembles a battle cry. This version of Lynx was not the same as Eron Hunter, and the fans were eating it up. Lynx goes for Kono on the apron as he stands up. Kono guillotines Lynx on the top rope!
Kono buys himself some much needed time, still feeling the effects of the dropkick in mid-air in his chest; the two cruiserweights were not holding back, fighting as though this singles match was as important to them as a title match, and relentless with their arsenal of moves.
Kono would roll to the outside, grabbing Lynx by the neck as he rose to his feet. Kono slammed the head of Lynx off the apron. Going for a second, and Lynx elbows Kono in the chest, flipping the script, he grabs him by the neck and runs up the steel steps, kicking off the steel post, SLICE BREAD!
Both men lay on the outside, as the referee’s count grows louder.
3..
4..
5..
Neither man is moving.
6..
7..
8…
Lynx is up, holding the bottom rope. Kono to a knee.
9..
Lynx jolts under the bottom rope!
10!
Kono slides under the bottom rope but the referee signals for the bell! The fans are upset to not see these two finish this one decisively, but the rules are the rules, and the referee lifts Lynx’s arm in the air, as Kono lays against the bottom rope shaking his head; obvious disappointment for the Dark Star member as he exits the ring, slapping the apron in the wake of the results.
Announcer: Winner of this match via count out, LYNX! (17:39)
Kono turns around, looking back at Lynx, motioning that ‘This isn’t over by a long shot!’ with his actions, and pointing to Lynx, to letting him know he’ll be back to make the score even for the way this one ended. An unlucky break for one half of the Dark Stars.
Backstage in the hallways, we see Steve Awesome walking from somewhere to somewhere. This is when a blonde woman runs up to him. She has a backstage pass around her neck and a name tag that says Tiffany.
Tiffany: Hi, Mr. Awesome! I’m your biggest fan! Would you sign my tit? I have a marker!
Steve looks at the amount of cleavage on display and licks his lips, lost for a moment before he discovers that she is holding out a marker.
Tiffany: Do it well and I can go straight to the tattoo parlor after the show to make it permanent!
Steve nods, looking down at the boobs. He holds out a grasping hand, wriggling his fingers.
Steve Awesome: Maybe you want to get one all the way out. So I can hold it while I write…
Tiffany giggles a little bit and slips out her left boob so that Steve can hold it with one hand while signing it with his other.
Tiffany: You do that so well, Mr. Awesome. Tell me. How are you at making babies?
Steve Awesome: I do pretty well for myself. I have two baby mommas right now. Wait, why are you asking?
Tiffany giggles as she buries a syringe into the side of Steve’s neck and presses the plunger.
Steve Awesome: What the heck? That hurrrrrrrrt.
Steve collapses to the floor, Tiffany giggles as she puts her breast away and whistles. Her voice doesn’t sound quite so innocent and sweet anymore.
Tiffany: Get out here, you dumb dumbs! Do I look like I can carry this big lug?
Hehehe and Hahaha walk out of a neighboring room, all ghastly smiles in their dirty coveralls.
Hehehe: You dropped him-
Hahaha: Real good.
Hehehe: I got the legs.
Hahaha: I got the…other end.
Hehehe: Head?
Hahaha: Shoulders, knees, and toes.
Tiffany: Just get him moved, ya lugs! Before someone sees?
The twins pick up Steve Awesome and carry him out of sight with Tiffany following. The scene cuts to another area of the Nova Scotia arena.
The Bastards had a bone to pick with the ReVenants, and on this night, a Friday the 13th Match was about to be their playground for settling the score. Neo James Carner would face the sins of his team’s actions. It was no secret the ReVenants were not liked, and with their actions at August on the Atlantic III, they had a list a mile long looking to even the score.
Tonight’s Friday the 13th gimmick was described by Archie Rude as the horrors of Halloween, with the ring being lit and the crowd lights dimmed, multiple objects were hung from the turnbuckle posts, and on the outside of the ring were various people dressed as Zombies, Ghosts, Ghouls, Wolfmen, and even a Frankenstein. A mild themed take on the popular North American Lumberjack match style, but with the decor of Hallow’s eve. Lining the ramp and the barricade were carved and candle lit Jack-O-Lanterns.
Neo James Carner came out first for the bout. The long haired shaggy bearded Revenant had become a fixture in a short time with NPW. NJC, the originator and wild card of the team, was to face one half of the Bastards this evening. At August on the Atlantic III, Garcia and NJC were able to pull off the heist of the century on the Galactic Sex Pirates Billy Fowler and Edward Zepp. Would the trickery serve to treat The ReVenants once again on this fateful evening?
Billy Fowler walks out dressed as a G.I. Joe. Playing the part as an American Good Guy, cameo vest and pants, and waving GSP and The Bastard flags respectfully as he marched to the ring. The crowd cheering ‘G-S-P’ as he stomps the steel steps, and marches across the apron, climbing the turnbuckle to raise the flags in the air.
Starting the match off as Billy climbed down into the ring, Neo James Carner smashes him with a Jack-O-Lantern! The bell sounds as pumpkin goes flying into the crowd! NJC strikes with deliberate and calculated blows, chopping Fowler down as he tries to fight back. A strong Irish whip is reversed, giving Fowler the shift in momentum needed as he power slams NJC coming off the ropes.
Fowler lifts NJC up by the neck and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Turning to find himself surrounded by Ghosts, Werewolves, a Ghoul and a Jack-O-Lantern. The group of Halloween inspired lumberjacks close in on Neo James Carner; he quickly dodges the ensemble and dashes under the bottom rope. Getting to his feet, his attention still on the outside, Fowler catches NJC with a running body avalanche as he turns around! Freight Train Fowler on the loose! NJC buckles on the ropes, crumbling to the canvas.
Fowler reaches over the turnbuckle post, picking up a Singapore cane. The fans ‘oooooh’ as Fowler displays the cane high in the air. He was given a license to kill. What better night than Friday the 13th?
SLAAAM!
Neo James Carner with a bursting powerbomb to the corner standing Fowler! The cane rolls into the center of the ring as Fowler’s back makes impact on the canvas. NJC though splits his legs, gut checking with a kick to the waist line, followed up with a float over double leg drop across the chest! NJC rolls backwards and to his feet, two steps forward and he leaps, dropping a knee on the forehead of Fowler! Rolling through he comes to his feet and his chest hits the ropes as a smug smirk crosses his face, his hair hanging in front of his eyes. NJC sweeps his hair back and moonwalks backwards, before doing a Michael Jackson head tilt and hand gesture. Fans can’t help but mark out, yet at the same time remember this is the man who aided and abetted two men getting beat down. Fowler is groggy and rising. NJC unaware. Fowler with a running clothesline! NJC and Fowler roll over the top rope and to the outside!
Rushed by the Monster Mash, NJC and Billy Fowler are pulled from the floor and pummeled against the barricade at different ends of the ring. A frankenstein takes Fowler and throws him to the barricade as two ghouls begin punching away. On the other end the werewolves and a Jack-O-Lantern stomp away at Neo James Carner. The two men now fight against the Halloween lumberjacks in order to survive - and find their way back to the ring to finish their own match.
Fowler with a giant headbutt on the Frankenstein, sending the bolted behemoth staggering as he takes the Ghouls and collides their skulls together! Fowler grabs a carved pumpkin on the barricade and volleys it at the Frankenstein, colliding with his face in epic fashion! ‘GOAL!’ yells the amped up NPW audience as Fowler’s pumpkin makes impact.
Neo James Carner is having a bit more trouble, as the Jack-O-Lantern seems to have grabbed the kendo stick at ringside and is unleashing a fury of whacks on the back of NJC! The referee is letting it go, saying to Fowler as he rolls in the ring he is only there to count the pinfall or submission. Fowler shrugs, thinking it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy, that being NJC. The werewolves pick up NJC and hold him in place as the Jack-O-Lantern leans back to rip a baseball swing with the Kendo stick and...
THWACK!
NJC pulls the left Werewolf into the way, he takes the impact up against his neck! NJC throws the other Werewolf into the Jack-O-Lantern, and grabs a baseball bat from the turnbuckle post. SWING! Jack-O-Lantern ducks and the Werewolf gets a shot to the chest! NJC rolls into the ring, pointing the bat at the Jack-O-Lantern on the outside - oblivious that Fowler is standing behind him waiting - ready… Stomach kick by Fowler on the turning NJC! LONDON CALLING POWERBOMB! NJC gets pulled off the shoulders by a Ghoul for the save! The Ghoul aims up, a fist full of brass knucks, and clobbers Fowler in the back of the head!
NJC sees this, notices right away who it is - and the two high five as the mask gets ripped back to reveal Rob Garcia! Fowler staggers into the ropes, stepping back holding his head, now feeling the dazed state he was sent into by the cheap shot from Garcia - and NJC bounces off the ropes, SYMPHO-KNEE! Neo James Carner grabs the leg, sitting on the chest as he pulls it up for the cover. Garcia points to the referee and tells him to do his job!
1…
2..
3….
Apprehensive and upset with himself, the referee slams his hand down on the three and motions for the timekeeper. Neo James Carner lets go of the leg and stands to be met by his ReVenant brother, Rob Garcia embracing him with a forearm to forearm like fist bump, before Garcia raises Carner’s arm in the air.
Announcer: Winner of the first ever Friday the 13th match, by pinfall, NEO JAMES CARNER! (15:39)
Garcia and Carner begin stomping on Billy Fowler as the audience protests loudly with jeering chants and sounds of disapproval. The Bastard and GSP member was down from NJC’s finisher, and the attack was unprovoked. On the outside, the Monster lumberjacks began to clear the ringside area. That is… all but one. The Jack-O-Lantern lumberjack slides under the bottom rope, standing behind the unaware ReVenant members. Singapore cane in hand from earlier, the Jack-O-Lantern waits for Rob Garcia to turn around before connecting the cane with the top of his head! Neo James Carner sees his partner drop, and immediately spins around with an instinctive kick reaction! Cane to the chest! Swinging again, a cane to his back as NJC bends over clutching his stomach! The marks lashing the skin, as Rob Garcia rolls out of the ring. Carner however is near the ropes; the Jack-O-Lantern comes rushing in and clotheslines him over the top and to the outside! The Calvary for Billy Fowler had shown up -- but who?
Pulling the Jack-O-Lantern off his head slowly, the fans ‘OOOOOH!’ as they pop from their chairs with excitement. It was none other than Jesse Jamester! Sporting his scaly black trademark ‘lizard’ mask as it was referred to by the masses, JJ had found some retribution tonight in getting the few lashings with a singapore cane on the ReVenants. This was far from over though, as Jesse could be seen sporting the staples in his head through the hairline, courtesy of Keith Williams.
Leaning up against the top rope, Jesse points the singapore cane to Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia, who are walking backwards up the ramp. Carner may have stolen the win tonight, but the taste of blood that was craved by the Canadian Nightmare was growing. Fowler finds his way to his feet, and JJ gives him a pat on the back. The ReVenants disappear behind the curtain. Fowler was gaining his stride it had seemed, but the unplanned and unknown factor took his momentum tonight with the interference by Rob Garcia. Surely, the Galactic Sex Pirate would find his wind soon enough. Whether he saw the silver lining or not, having a man like Jesse Jamester fighting beside you, whether to even a score or save you, wasn’t a bad thing. Fowler throws a fist up in the air as fans give the ‘G-S-P’ chant one more time before the show cuts to a commercial break.
‘Excuse me, sir. You can’t be in here’ said the security guard, as he and his partner stepped forward. Donzig turned to stare at them, head tilting as he stared at them from behind his mask.
‘Listen, this is a really great Lord Dominicus cosplay, but you can’t just walk backstage like this.’ Said the guard, frowning as he grabbed Donzig’s leather clad arm.
‘Donzig.’ snapped the Trios Champ.
The pair rolled their eyes and laughed, shaking their heads as the fatter of the pair pushed him. ‘Sure, man. Whatever let’s go.’
‘No, you insipid fool! I am Donzig!’
The guards gaped and then started laughing harder. ‘Everyone knows Donzig always uses the side door because he can’t stand to be around anyone. He would never walk through security, come on.’
The other guard nodded, snickering. ‘If you were Donzig you would be threatening us about ending up like Tucker on SWAT! Or ranting about Bear-o-dactyl.’
The guards laughed, and the fat one clapped the other one on the shoulder as they tried to push Donzig back. ‘Did you see the look on his face at that whipped cream bit? Oh, that was great.’
Donzig stares, stiffening as he lifted a hand to point at the guards. ‘You dare! I will flay your souls from your miserable hides for this outrage!’
‘That was pretty good, man. But come on we know you’re not Donzig.’
At this point, Sinclair Godfrey walked over. She leaned on the counter watching the three with a faint smile, then she cleared her throat before she purred. ‘Excuse me, gentlemen. Donzig in light of recent events, Gus has changed the code for the side entrances. He wants you to come in with everyone else.’
The guards froze, staring at her before their eyes widened. Then they turned slowly to look at Donzig. He hissed, looming closer as he rolled his shoulders. The one guard yelped and ran, and the fatter of the pair just stammered as Donzig’s hand fell to his shoulder. ‘Do you like egg salad?’
As the participants of the earlier match make their way to the back, the camera focuses on the ring and the Nova Scotia crowd. The crowd in the arena seems to have turned their focus from the ring to a man standing amongst them as a spotlight highlights the man. He’s dressed in Green Camo pants and is wearing a grey shirt with writing on it. It's SWAT’s newest signee Johnny Sniper. He makes his way through the crowd, and to the ring, grabbing a microphone ringside before entering the ring under the bottom rope.
Sniper: Oh Canada! What worthless land of crap. We’ll be spending our lives sucking up to the queen, and being America’s hat.
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos and jeers for the SWAT native.
Sniper: Oh, Shut Up! Seriously, when has anything good come out of Canada recently? I mean you claim to have invented hockey, and yet a Canadian team hasn’t won a Stanley Cup in almost thirty-year, I mean did Montreal even show up against Tampa Bay this year. But I’m not here to talk about hockey. I'm here because of one thing. You see after AWF shut down, and before I signed with SWAT, and made the decision that I would go around the other feds under the XHF banner, and challenge their roster to an open challenge, and I knew where I wanted to go first, here. And for one reason only. The show’s name. Honor. What an absolute joke. You all have no idea what “Honor” is. I want you all to take a good look at my shirt. It read’s Semper Fi that’s short of Semper Fidelis, and if you mind if too warped from eating moose meat, you would know that the phrase is Latin for “Always Faithful, Always Loyal” and for my entire adult life, I’ve tried my damndest to live by those words. I was faithful to the corp, my country my job my friends my family, and look what I got in return for it sure I may have a beautiful fiance at home with 2 adorable twin boys but my friends hate me my former job after two years of being loyal to them decides to close up shop did not warn the staff I have given everything to this business, despite being screwed over time and time again. Well, no more, I’m pissed off and here in NPW tonight to give the jackasses in the back the “Honor” of getting their teeth kicked in, so who’s it gonna be?
Sniper stands in the ring for a few minutes waiting for someone to show, and yet no one does. His facials express a lack of surprise.
Sniper: Fine, have it your way. I’m just gonna go back there grab the first idiot I see beat the ever-living hell of them and then drag them out here to this ring and then kick their teeth in--
“Born for This” by Royal Deluxe blares throughout the Scotiabank Centre arena, cutting off Sniper's speach. Fans pop from their seats to view who answers the call of Johnny Sniper. The music was unfamiliar, not one they knew from their current NPW roster favorites. The lights changed throughout the arena to hype the arrival of whoever was about to step out from behind the curtain.
“I've been tried, and you know I've been tested
But I won't back down, no I'll never surrender
I've seen the proof, I know the truth
This is what I was made to do
I was born for this”
The camera changes from that of the dismayed face of Johnny Sniper towards the entrance isle. It’s within those few short moments that everyone in attendance, Johnny included, are not sure what or rather who to expect. The curtain slowly parts and he presents himself with the featureless façade of a hockey mask hiding his face, a potentially faceless evil. He only walks out a few steps before two more figures dressed the same step out on either side of him. His theme continues to play as the mysterious figures simply stand in place.
“Never met a match I couldn't handle
No one else could ever hold a candle
Get ready for a battle cause you know
I was born for this”
Johnny Sniper steps towards the ring ropes as he places his outstretched hands into a come at me motion. This does little to deter the men standing at the entrance. That’s when we hear the voice for the first time and it’s not coming from the entrance but rather from behind Johnny Sniper.
“Hey, soldier man.”
Johnny Sniper turns and looks out into the crowd where both Johnny and the camera finds yet another man wearing the same familial mask of Jason Voorhees.
“Do you find the mask unsettling Johnny boy?”
He begins slowly, almost gingerly, walking down the ramp as he speaks. It’s as if he has no consciousness of time nor the worry of anything going on around him.
“You think that you’re out here presenting an opportunity when in reality you’re just in the way.”
He greets the railing of the barricade surrounding the ring the same way he walked through the crowd, nonchalantly.
“You’ll have to bear with me Johnny. I’m not nearly the blah blah guy in which you’ve presented yourself.”
The man in the mask then points towards the entrance where the three additional men are standing.
“You should watch those guys. I wouldn’t trust them. You’ve already made your one mistake tonight Johnny. Don’t make another.”
Johnny Sniper looks from the masked man talking to the men standing at the entrance and then back.
“Soldier man, you would have disappointed General Patton. You stormed the enemy line without knowing your opposition, without observing the battlefield, and now your offensive stance becomes your gravest mistake.”
The man in the mask begins walking up the steps towards the ring apron. He slowly begins removing his leather jacket revealing the NecroCore Auditorium tee shirt beneath it. Several of the fans sitting within sight begin to murmur with recognition. He then removes his mask revealing that their assumptions are based in fact, it’s Lochlyn Cade.
“The Promethean is -- Northern! Pro! Wrestling!”
Lochlyn Cade drops the microphone and steps between the ropes.
Like a lightning bolt had struck the ring, the two men wasted no time in tangoing with punches back and forth, Lochlyn Cade arm dragging his opponent Sniper across the ring before he shot at him with a dropkick! Sniper rebounds off the ropes from the dropkick, coming back into a drop toe hold, where Cade rolls over and locks on a mexican surfboard stretch! The fans are on a tear cheering the new NPW roster member as he shows his technical expertise.
Cade loses grip of Sniper’s right arm, forcing his release of the surfboard; and Sniper immediately kicks him in the calf as he rolls over, creating the distraction while he rushes for a swinging neckbreaker! Sniper doesn’t let up, going from one move to another, as he drives a knee into the chest and neck area of Cade, showing that he’s not impressed with the man’s antics, and takes control.
Johnny Sniper begins to place a rear headlock on the Bad Seed, Lochlyn Cade. It’s however countered immediately as Cade slips his head and rolls on his back to the right of Sniper, before back flipping and connecting his shin to the side of Sniper’s forehead! The display of athletic prowess was uncanny, only rivaled possibly by the other Cruiserweights in Northern Pro. Cade was fluid, making his moves count as he took to a variety of strikes to back Sniper into the ropes before he Irish whipped him across the ring and plants a clean cut high dropkick to the jawline of Sniper!
Picture perfect on the execution and landing in a kneeling position was Lochlyn. His opponent smacked the canvas and was trying to find his feet, as Sniper began to rise and stagger - taken off his balance with the onslaught Cade was bringing to him. Sniper was not prepared, and that was by design. His tour here in Northern Pro Wrestling should have been started with lime light and a resident jobber to beat on, but tonight Lochlyn Cade fancied that spotlight; he pushed Shane Severe to the side and took his place for this one-on-one. If Gus Arnold was looking for his next signee, the fans were telling him this was it.
Cade catches Sniper with a spinning wheel kick as he reaches his feet and turns to face him. Sniper is sent through the middle and bottom rope from the move, grabbing the bottom rope to recover and land on his feet on the outside. Sniper appeared frustrated or out of place, and before he could get that second wind - SUICIDE DIVE!
Lochlyn launches himself through the ropes like a Superman, arms crossed as he uses his body like a harpoon to the upper body of Sniper! Rocketing Sniper into the barricade, where a carved pumpkin was hanging around from the previous match; Sniper hit the barricade and sat down with his back against it in a flash. Lochlyn Cade was feeding off the crowds reaction, his style showing his lack of fear, a disregard for his own body, and the ability to propel himself anywhere in or out of the ring. Cade grabs Sniper and walks him towards the ring, but before he gets there Sniper jabs him, catching Cade off guard. A quick lift and Sniper drops Cade face first on the apron. A quick chop as he lands, and Cade is now on the defense as Johnny Sniper wakes up and fights back.
Grabbing the back of Cade’s neck, Sniper sends him flying into the barricade, and to everyone’s shock, the referee is not counting them out?! Watching a person in the crowd front row, the referee is completely unaware of what has been going on as a masked person, possibly a fan, but from the focus he is giving the match and the mask he wears similar to that of Lochlyn Cade’s when he made his entrance. Cade is heard bouncing off the barricade back first as the camera cuts back to the action. Sniper returns Cade to his feet, and goes to drive his head into the French announcer’s table.
SLAAAM!
Last moment counter, Cade uses his foot to block the move and knee checks Sniper in the gut; Lochlyn delivers his own face smash to Sniper on the corner of the table! The French announcers are panicking as they start moving stuff and getting out of dodge. Then Cade rips the top piece of the announcer’s table off, exposing the two monitors and cables, some papers that were more than likely notes for the announcers, and Cade grabs a monitor… he looks at it with bad intentions, before he hears the referee finally make a count!
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Lochlyn Cade throws the monitor to the side and doubles down with another two strikes to Sniper. Laying Johnny on the table in the process of laying punches into him.
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Lochlyn rolls into the ring, the referee watching him as he goes to continue his count for Sniper.
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Lochlyn Cade quickly ascends the top rope.
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The count is stopped as the referee picks up his jaw, completely dumbfounded by the move Lochlyn Cade hits on Sniper! The table buckles and collapses on impact as ‘The Promethean’ shocks and awes with his arial assault and reckless abandonment for his body. The referee finally rolls out of the ring, checking on both men, before he climbs back in and stands near the ropes - starting his count again.
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Lochlyn rolls over from his stomach to his back, shaking off the cobwebs from the impact.
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Cade gets up to one foot and a knee, before finding himself fully standing.
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Cade rolls under the bottom rope, and rolls out just to break the count. The referee warns him of the time limit, expecting Cade to respond but he doesn’t even take notice. Cade grabs Johnny Sniper by the neck, lifting him up in a hunched over state. Sniper is shoved into the apron, and then Cade lifts his legs and rolls him under the bottom rope.
Cade jumps up on the apron, wiping his boots as he shows an heir of cockiness and arrogance as he wipes his hands together, while shaking his head, almost talking out loud to himself. Lochlyn Cade motions with his fingers as he lifts up Sniper and sets him in the corner. Chopping Johnny across the chest enough that he’s awake, but still not fully aware of his surroundings. Lochlyn rushes to the opposite corner, motioning to the crowd with finger guns that he takes aim at Johnny Sniper with, before creating a picture-like box with his fingers before he dashes with three long strides across the ring and leaps for the Valkyn Skoria! Sniper moves out of the way, and Cade hits the turnbuckle, bouncing off the pad and holding his knee near the ropes. Sniper rushes at the far side of the ring, hitting the ropes with authority, and comes back for a lariat! Cade springboards off the ropes behind him and hits his trademark Valkyn Skoria! With Johnny Sniper coming full force, he has nowhere to go and takes the knee to the face! Folding up on the canvas, Cade drops to his knees in front of Sniper, springs up, and jumps up, using his legs to pin the legs of Sniper to his chest, making Sniper appear to be a slinky, with his knees over his shoulders.
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The referee signals for the bell, and the timekeeper obliges. Lochlyn Cade rolls backwards from the pinning combination, and stands up to a mixed crowd reaction. Cade had shown he was capable and charismatic, not only executing unique moves and stuff the NPW audience had not seen; but his arrogance rubbed some the wrong way. The fans for the most part were happy with the contest and cheered as Lochlyn Cade’s arm was raised and his music began to play.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, LOCHLYN CADE! (14:29)
Cade tears his arm away from the referee, before jumping to the second turnbuckle and posing for the crowd. Taking in the audience, he gazed out amongst the fans at NPW Honor, noticing the man up front in the crowd that had the referee’s attention earlier. How did this man know Lochlyn would be here tonight? To have a mask similar to the The Promethean, was rare, and rarer to be that close to ringside on a debut… Lochlyn Cade paid the man only a moment of time, before he moved on, unphased and confident he put on the showcase he wanted tonight. Exiting the ring, Lochlyn Cade walked the ramp as the scene cuts to a commercial break.
[September 16th, 2021]
[Fatal Four Way Match]
[OpenWeight Championship]
[The Champion]
[‘D’]
[Defends against…]
[Steve Awesome]
[Donzig]
[Question Mark for the 4th Man]
[The 4th Fighter will be determined on the August 25th Show]
[Fatal Fourway Texas Tornado Style]
[Ronnie Long vs. Andrew Morgan vs. Takaru Matsui vs. Edward Zepp]
[Northern Pro Wrestling presents…]
[Honor: Fight for the Fallen]
[September 16th, 2021]
Steve Awesome wakes up and finds himself strapped to a table. He tries to wriggle himself out of the binds, but cannot.
Steve Awesome: Hello? Is anyone there?
“Of course there is, dahling.”
Steve is silent for a time. Who is this that just spoke again?
Steve Awesome: Tiffany?
“Guess again, dahling.”
Steve Awesome: Mommy?
Esmeralda von Krauss leans over Steve’s face, looking angry.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Enough of your unsinn! Now, you will give me what I desire the most.
Steve Awesome: The Amazon’s title? I don’t book-
Esmeralda von Krauss: A baby, you Dummkopf!
Steve looks to the side, watching as Esmeralda slowly hikes up her dress so she can reach underneath. This is really happening.
Steve Awesome: Help?
Esmeralda takes her g-string panties and shoves them into Steve’s open mouth. His eyes go wide in sudden silence as he realizes what’s in his mouth. She caresses down his chest to the growing lump in his wrestling tights. Esmeralda smiles wickedly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I guess this little play of bondage is making you engorged. It will make things that much easier to milk you if you are thus.
Esmeralda climbs up onto the table and onto Steve Awesome. His eyes go wide as she lifts up her dress just enough to position herself over Steve’s still covered crotch. She drops her dress and begins to slowly grind against him.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Do you like that, dahling? You want more?
Steve shakes his head, but slowly nods as well. Caught somewhere between being frightened and turned on at the same time.
Esmeralda suddenly goes still, looking down at Steve Awesome. She suddenly leans backwards, dodging an attack by D. She turns off of the table into a roundhouse kick aimed at D’s head, but he ducks under the strike. Esmeralda spins around, side stepping a kick by D, and swinging a knife edge strike to the gut that D jumps backwards to avoid.
Esmeralda steps up, doing a backflip kick that D avoids. She flips backwards to placing her feet against the wall above Steve so she can springboard into a spear move that D also sidesteps. He goes to crack her in the spine with a downward knife edge chop, but Esmeralda slips past her. She rolls back to her feet, leaps at the wall, and springboards off of it into a forward flip axe kick that D blocks with both hands and then flings her leg to the side.
Esmeralda drops to the floor and spins to sweep the legs out from under D, but he backflips through the air to land his feet on either side of Steve Awesome’s pelvis.
D: You won’t be taking Steve against his will today.
Esmeralda glares at him for a time, but seems to concede.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You’ve ruined the mood anyway, dahling.
Esmeralda leaves the room and D watches the door for a moment to see if she will come rushing back. When she doesn’t come back. He jumps down to the floor and begins unstrapping Steve from the table. He sits up and takes the panties out of his mouth.
Steve Awesome: I would say thank you, but I had it under control.
D: You had it under control?
Steve Awesome: Had her right where I wanted her.
D: Hopeless…
D walks out of the room, leaving Steve alone with the panties. He looks high and low to make sure that no one else is sneaking around before giving them a quick whiff.
Show cuts to a commercial break.
Commercial is of Steve Awesome in a head and shoulders commercial; but the video packaging looks way off. As though it was filmed in another language, and cut and dubbed over for the English version. Then he says its "Head and Shoulders better than the rest!" As Steve Awesome's first commercial ad goes live during the Honor show; fans in attendance get a quick look at it on the projector screen above the entrance.
A match made in hell, or what some would say would end in chaos with the combustible elements involved here in this mixed tag team match coming up. First out was Freakke, giving his traditional look of being the resident clown of Canada; and with the beating he took against Donzig at AOTA III, it was obvious Freakke was not one hundred percent tonight. He was sporting a cast not even a week ago, although it appeared to be removed prior to the match.
Steve Awesome came out next, and while normally followed by a manager or valet, Steve Awesome was alone tonight. Learning from his encounter with Esmeralda von Krauss at AOTA III? One would guess that ending has been replayed in Steve Awesome’s mind ever since Night 2 had ended. Either way, Steve Awesome had a moment in the sun tonight, to get his revenge against ‘D’ and maybe shut up Donzig for a change? One could dream right.
Donzig came out to the ring first for his team. Sporting his skull mask, the one that had some blood on it, spattered, probably Freakke’s blood; but we digress. Donzig comes down to the ring, realizing that he’s not alone when the music hits and he waits at ringside, staring up at Freakke and Steve Awesome in the ring.
The current North American OpenWeight Champion ‘D’ comes running out through the curtains. The title is ripped from his waist as he sprints down the ramp, slapping Donzig’s arm in the process, and slides into the ring like a gunshot aimed at it’s target. Donzig doesn’t hesitate and follows suit as soon as he sees ‘D’ slide in, he does the same.
Donzig and D take to a punching battle with Freakke and Steve Awesome right from the get-go! Steve and D pair up, as does Donzig and Freakke, repeating two of the main feuds that took place at August on the Atlantic III. Freakke gets an upper hand on Donzig, ducking his punch, and throwing himself at Donzig to topple over the top rope, both men end up outside the ring, still brawling.
Steve Awesome and D are in a corner, trading punches and going for the head with every fist they traded. No love lost between these two, it was personal, and everyone in attendance was excited to see them go at it again! The referee considers Steve Awesome and D the legal men, calling for the ring bell to be rung, and the match to be officially started. Steve Awesome gets an uppercut on D and irish whips him to the far corner. Splash from Awesome!
Awesome hooks the neck of D and proves to have new tricks up his sleeve as he follows through with a bulldog to D as he comes out of the corner! D gets forearmed in the back of his head, as Steve Awesome goes for the Awesome Lock (a crossface chicken wing), only for D to have it scouted, and he slips out of it. Running to the ropes, D rebounds and ducks Steve Awesome’s clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes again does D, and this time he leaps in the air, hooking Awesome’s neck with his legs, and delivering a smooth head scissors takedown! The move sends Steve Awesome across the ring into an empty corner.
Donzig is shockingly back in his corner on the apron, as was Freakke; they were separated by a second referee that came out to ringside to help get this one under control. It had started off hot with brawling from everyone involved in the match! Freakke looked ready to beat on someone again; and he was asking for the tag. Steve Awesome was too far away from Freakke, but noticed his hand hanging there as he stomped on the apron, looking to get Steve’s attention
D does a running forearm strike to Awesome in the corner, holding himself up and taking to the second rope as he begins to rain down strikes on the Face of the Franchise, Steve Awesome. The fans count along with each punch that ‘D’ lands, “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” the fans count out loud, Steve Awesome doesn’t care for his hair being messed up and slips down between the legs, using his arms, he hooks D in a power bomb and delivers with a sitout version of the powerbomb! Hooking the arms with his boots, Awesome goes for the pin fall.
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Donzig breaks it up as ‘D’ looks to kick out! Nobody was letting this one go that silently into the night. Donzig yells at ‘D’ to get over to his corner and tag him, hungry for some action. Awesome on the other hand knew ‘D’ was getting worn down, and lifted him up by the neck, hooking him in a headlock, as Awesome went to his corner and tagged in Freakke. The excitement on Freakke’s face as he scouted ‘D’s body for the best way to hurt him, before toe kicking ‘D’ in the gut! Freakke snap suplexes ‘D’ and goes for a running senton, but nobody is home!
D rolled out of the way, and Freakke bounces back first off the canvas. He went all-in on the move, and it didn’t pay off. D though wasn’t the life blood of this match that he started with. Awesome’s sitout powerbomb had done a number on him, and he had not fully recovered from it. D using the ropes gets to his feet, and Freakke grabs his leg, holding him back from getting to his corner to tag in Donzig; Freakke locks on a standing ankle lock on ‘D’!
D is trying to reach the outstretched hand of Donzig, but is pulled backwards by the ankle that Freakke has taken a grip of and is twisting and tugging at! D spins with his free leg, using his held ankle as the basepoint, and he kicks Freakke square in the face with his free boot! This sends Freakke back into his corner, and ‘D’ is able to leap and make the tag to Donzig!
Freakke is looking for Steve Awesome, but he’s down near the timekeeper’s table, looking at his hair in a mirror a fan has given him. Freakke looks across the ring as Donzig makes his way through the ropes. Freakke gets up, fists clenched, and goes in swinging - giving up some size to Donzig, and showing he has the fight of a dog, Freakke doesn’t back down! Donzig takes two chin shots, before he lands one right on Freakke’s ear, and then gets an uppercut courtesy of Freakke. Going for the kick, Freakke’s foot is caught by Donzig, but that look on Freakke’s face says it all - as he hits an enziguri with the free foot and sends Donzig reeling.
Donzig is tasting boot, and as he is regaining his balance from the kick, Freakke rushes at the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, and executes a crossbody on the turning Donzig! Donzig catches Freakke and goes to the canvas hard, rolling through, Donzig gets back up to his feet and has Freakke in a power slam position! Donzig uses the momentum and runs at the turnbuckle, driving Freakke’s back into the top turnbuckle, before he shifts his weight, and dumps Freakke with a hard body slam!
Donzig lifts Freakke up, ready for his trademark Double Arm DDT as he motions for it. Freakke slips through the arm and hip, hitting the ropes, ducks a swinging back elbow Donzig was aiming to hit him in the head with. Freake rushes to his side of the ring, where Steve Awesome finally has stopped checking his hair, and is instead signing an autograph of himself for a fan. Freakke is getting frustrated, but rebounds off the ropes, and goes for a spinning wheel kick on Donzig, who ducks! Donzig misses the spinning wheel kick by ducking, and Freakke gets all air. Donzig grabs Freakke by the neck and slams his head off the top turnbuckle, before he tags in ‘D’!
D takes the advantage of Freakke being in his corner, and lifts him up to a sitting position on the top rope. D clubs Freakke twice, and then ascends the turnbuckle, before they are both standing on the top rope. D jumps up, FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP ROPE! D executes a beautiful frankensteiner, and goes for the cover, hooking the leg of Freakke.
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Kickout! Freakke isn’t giving up, but he’s hardly got juice in the tank at this point. D lifts Freakke up and sends him to the ropes, he rebounds barely aware of his surroundings, but ducks a grapple from D - Freakke gets behind ‘D’ and grabs him by the waist! D cuts the hand lock on his waist, and ripcords out using the controlled wrist, but comes back and jumps up, kneeing Freakke in the face! TWISTED TRUTH! Following the knee, ‘D’ hits the Twisted Truth on Freakke out of nowhere! Covering him, Donzig jumps in the ring, but realizes Steve Awesome isn’t interested in Freakke or the match; he’s all about the women and fans in the front row wearing his merch.
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The bell sounds with Donzig and D getting their arms raised. Steve Awesome notices the match is over, and shrugs, looking at Freakke like he was roadkill. Steve Awesome makes his way up the ramp, leaving Freakke in the ring looking up at the lights; a story for the evening’s matchup and how these two, the Freakke N’ Awesome team, didn’t fit the narrative Freakke had hoped for.
Announcer: Winners of this match by pin fall, ‘D’ and DONZIG! (13:54)
Donzig looks at ‘D’ who gets the OpenWeight Championship handed to him by the referee. ‘D’ looks him up and down, noticing Donzig’s attention to his championship title. ‘D’ doesn’t hesitate for a second, as he puts the belt up in the air and walks right towards Donzig. They would do battle once more, as the announcement was made earlier during the show. this time in a fatal four way on the 16th of September at Honor: Fight for the Fallen.
Donzig and D stand nose to nose, as the NA OpenWeight Championship hangs in the air between them. Another picture perfect sight of the challenger and the champion. D said going into this, he only had to be D’s partner until the match ended; and he was spot on, as Donzig mouthed something and D said something quietly back to him, and the two were separated by referees who were coming to check on Freakke. Already injured prior to this match, Freakke was looking pretty stiff as he was helped up by the referees, and made his way from the ring apron and up the ramp.
The show cuts to a commercial break of Canada’s great scenic views that can be traveled or seen on live stream; with the way the pandemic had taken so much, it was a nice reminder to get outside and enjoy the fresh air.
Next commercial we see the NPW interviewer and newest announcer, Archie Rude, selling Ben-Gay for athletes. When you’re joints or muscles hurt, Ben-Gay is ready to help you out. Archie Rude slid around on the ice of a small rink, before lifting a tube of Ben-Gay up and smiling the cheesiest of smiles through his ginger beard.
The screen above the entrance blinks on and switches from a blank canvas to show video of Timeless and Roxylishus knocking on Primal's front door. Primal answers the door in teddie bear pajamas with feet on them ... made of his own hair, of course. Roxylishus tells him, grab his bags, time for a road trip. Primal looks to Timeless confused and he just shrugs in defeat and Roxylishus then tells them they both lost at August on the Atlantic III, and it was time for a bonding trip.
--Jump cut to them heading into the car, Primal and Timeless arguing for who will drive, then for who will ride shotgun. Roxylishus shakes her head and jumps in the back and Timeless takes the wheel, it is his car.--
--Jump cut to Primal and Timeless arguing over the radio station, they are both pressing buttons changing the station and "Cosmic Girl" by Jamiroquai comes on and Roxylishus makes them leave it, they did write it for her after all when they went back to 1995 fancy dress and she was a Star Wars alien and Jay Kay saw them disappear thru the portal heading home after being hypnotized by her and her dancing. (It's all in the archives)--
--Jump cut to Timeless and Primal fighting over a bag of chips and they tear it open in their tug of war and chips go flying all over the car and they spill their drinks everywhere also. Buttons jumps for joy and ravenously consumes the evidence of their mishap then borks for more.--
--Jump cut to Buttons the War Corgi nestled in Roxylishus’ mountain bosom, he looks like he is in heaven. If dogs could smile, he would be from ear to ear. Primal sits in the front seat knitting together what looks to be an arsenal of hair tools. A shovel, a lantern, some knives, some firewood, the essentials.--
--Jump cut to a school bus being overtaken by them, it looks like a High School Football team by the Letterman jackets they all wear. Roxylishus has the window down and blows one a kiss and they all run to look out the window and she pushes her cleavage out for them and they are grabbing their phones and she pulls her panties down and moons them and is laughing and as they are overtaking we see even the driver just staring, his tongue out and drooling as the bus runs off the road and crashes into a tree. HS Footballers bouncing all over the bus, many injuries undoubtedly occurring. Primal and Timeless just look at each other and shrug and continue driving.--
--Jump cut to Roxy and Primal both nagging Timeless, “Are we there yet?”--
--Jump cut to a log cabin. It's late and Timeless and Roxylishus are enjoying a glass of red wine and there is banging and clattering outside. They both shake their heads dismissively, saying how them chumps may be hamming up Fri 13th like school kids at Honor but they ain't falling for no Primal prank. As the noise becomes more ominous, Timeless reassures Roxy that it's just Primal. You know how he gets in his home jungle. He's like a kid in a toy store. Scratching at the window has Roxy jump and Timeless laugh. At this point, a flush is heard and Primal comes out from the bathroom, groaning about the low quality of the squirrel meat in this forest, the noises still occurring and all three just look at each other, Timeless and Roxy in a panic. Primal says, "What?" They all look towards the door and get freaked out by the creepy growls that sound like a mad man.--
--Jump cut to them slowly opening the front door ready to battle what is causing this racket. As the door creaks, something bolts into the house. They look behind them as they hear metal dragging on the ground. Like chains. They see a hockey mask peering from behind the couch and more growls. They all jump a bit before the mask moves towards them. The creature is small and brown, with the two imperial crown tag titles wrapped in its four legs making a clatter. They all lean in confused as the mask falls off and Buttons reacts with a bork! Timeless says at least it wasn’t HNDRXX under another mask. They all laughed and turned to the couch to watch some Naked and Afraid. Roxy commented how her agent is still trying to get her to appear on this.--
--Cut to Buttons, a close up. The corgi's mouth begins to foam and he growls before he leaps at the camera and crushes it in his jaws, and the feed cuts--
The Main Event of the evening was approaching at last. The fans were excited for the hard hitting CruiserWeight Championship match that was set with rich history following it. Jay Stevens, the reigning North American CruiserWeight Champion, had a tall challenge in the way of Marcus Smith. Their roots had dug into the lineage of their families, both men being second generation wrestlers. Their fathers battled for Tag Team supremacy some fifteen years ago. Marcus Smith defeated Jay’s uncle last summer for the very title Jay Stevens was defending tonight.
Marcus Smith made his way to the ring, and his intensity was off the charts. Marcus showed the carved from granite abdomen and chest muscles that had every female in the front rows and those that could get a good glimpse, get up and chant for him. Marcus was here for a job, and his eyes told the story as he focused on the ring, his music slamming through the speakers as though a pulse of the adrenaline he Marcus Smith had flowing through his body. Taking to the ring, Marcus doesn’t pose, he doesn’t acknowledge the fans; he looks up the ramp and prepares, stretching; he is all business.
"Fireproof" by Pillar breaks the sound barrier of the Halifax arena, or at the very least it streams with a thundering audio that gets the fans riled up! The NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion, Jay Stevens, appeared on stage, the Championship secured around his waist, as he shows the fans his traditional pose before taking the ramp. Jay Stevens was on a roll, showing his ability not long ago with his win over Lord Dominicus to gain the CruiserWeight championship. While Lord Dominicus calls the win tainted, it's no joke for Jay Stevens who has gained the confidence that the NPW fans knew him for: unwavering.
Jay Stevens showed why he was made to be a wrestler every time he stepped in the squared circle. Tonight he would take on Marcus Smith, a man he knew all too well; a man his family had feuded with for nearly two decades. Jay Stevens hit the ring, showing off the belt as he unbuckled it from his waist and held it high in the air. The referee takes the NA Cruiserweight Championship, displaying it once more, before he hands it to the time keeper. Taking a moment to check both men for foreign objects, the referee lets them know the rules as they meet in the middle of the ring. Letting them get back to their corners, the bell is sounded and the match is underway.
Marcus Smith and Jay Stevens were not shy about their approach to this match; both wanted to go at one another and prove who the very best was in technical ability, in their ring styles, and prove that stood for everything a wrestler was between those ropes. Marcus got a hammerlock on Jay Stevens, who quickly executed a snapmare on Marcus. Jay Stevens showing his counter ability and holds were tight, locking in a headlock sleeper, forcing Marcus to make a move towards the ropes to break it up.
Marcus waves a finger at Jay Stevens, expecting him to disapprove of the showmanship; but Stevens endorses it, knowing this is the stage to do so. Jay shoots a single leg takedown that brings Marcus Smith to his hands and knees, where Jay Stevens locks his waist quickly, and controls the arms, driving Marcus into the canvas chin first with the collegiate wrestling style maneuver. Marcus Smith rolls over forcing, the hand of Jay Stevens to bend in a way Stevens didn’t want it to, and thus Jay let go of his grip as Marcus rose to his feet, bending the arm backwards; Marcus puts a boot into the back of Jay Steven’s knee, bringing him down to a bowing knee position, where Marcus takes advantage and kicks Jay in the chest! Stomping him twice as he hits the canvas.
Jay Stevens rolls out of the way before a third stomp can land. Stevens finds himself at the ropes, rolling to the apron, he gets up and sees Marcus charging at him. Jay does a side step, and Marcus feigns a move, using the ropes as a harness to hold himself back as he pretends he was going to dive through; Jay Stevens appears to have seen this move and act, kicking Marcus straight in the exposed chest as he puffs it out on the apron, arms intertwined in the top rope.
Marcus grabs his chest, immediately letting go of the top rope and hangs by his abdomen on the middle rope. Jay Stevens sees the moment, and while not a high flyer normally, Jay Stevens ascends to the second rope and drops a leg drop across Marcus Smith’s back! Folding Marcus up and sending him head first into the apron and tumbling to the outside ring floor. Jay steps in the ring, then right back out; leaping down with an axe handle smash to the rising Marcus Smith! His back is in all sorts of pain, and Stevens can tell where to attack because of the red mark from the leg drop. Like a bullseye on his back, Jay focused on this by sending elbow strikes and kidney shots into the back area of Marcus, before he rolled Marcus in the ring and slid in after.
Marcus fought off the boston crab attempt from Jay Stevens, who was determined to get it on Marcus! Jay was looking to end this, but Marcus wasn’t done; and fought back with tree-whacking like chops, as though Jay was the tree that had to go; and every strike was an axe swinging. Jay Stevens chest was bloody red, blisters forming from the brutal chops. Marcus would get Jay up for a stalling brain buster, and hit it with precision! He went for the cover on the Champion.
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Kick out at 2 and four-fifths, it was a close one; as Jay Stevens took a nasty bump from the brainbuster; Had it been a consecutive head blow, it may have done the job. Marcus had another idea, and took to the top rope by stepping on the apron, and climbing the turnbuckles from the outside. He got to the top rope and paused to position himself just right -- HIGH BELLY-TO-BELLY! Jay Stevens was a lightning bolt of a man, seeking the right time, letting Marcus Smith do all the work to position himself, and then he pounced up and ran the distance, leaping to the second turnbuckle, stepping up to the top rope, and executing his trademark move! Now Jay laid there a few feet from Marcus, still feeling the effects of the brainbuster and the impact of his belly-to-belly. Marcus was laying motionless. An arm over his chest for the pin by Jay Stevens…
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Shoulder up at the last nanosecond! Marcus Smith was not to be denied today. He had taken a super-belly-to-belly and somehow found a way to survive the pin. Jay looks at the downed Marcus Smith, who looks as exhausted as he did; the history of their fathers came flooding in his eyes, like he’d been here before. Jay Stevens slapped the ring mat, and pushed himself up. Marcus was lifted up by his arm and shoulder, and when he finally reached his feet…Marcus tries to short arm clothesline Jay! Jay ducked it and spins Marcus around to hit a Belly-to-Belly! But he doesn’t stop at one… no, he keeps the hands locked in around the waist and lifts Marcus up to his feet. Facing Jay, Marcus is draped like a sack of sand, his arms hanging at his sides. Belly-to-belly again! THUD! Jay keeps his hands around the back of Marcus Smith. What could he be thinking?Jay finds the strength to lift Marcus up once more!A third Belly-to-Belly! Thats all she wrote, he covers Marcus Smith and hooks the leg.
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The bell sounds concluding this match. Jay Stevens drops the leg after the referee’s three count is audible and heard; Lifting himself up from the body of his family’s nemesis, Marcus Smith had come to fight, and he was ready for Jay Stevens… but tonight Jay Stevens had the thing champions are made of… Guts! He did everything he could to make sure he was walking away the victor.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pinfall, and STILLLLL NORTH AMERICAN CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION -- JAY STEVENS! (19:39)
Jay Stevens is presented the North American Cruiserweight Championship belt, and drapes it over his shoulder as he stands on the second turnbuckle, acknowledging the fans who cheer for him, and those who boo’d him on his journey. Jay Stevens had earned his defense tonight, without any shenanigans or Lord Dominicus making his way down to put his nose in the Cruiserweights business.
The camera catches the Cruiserweight title on Jay Steven’s shoulder as he smiles and lifts it up with both hands, sweating profusely, but proud of the win he earned tonight over Marcus Smith. The camera shows the NPW logo, and all the trademark and copyright of NPW, before it fades out with a close up of Jay Stevens upper body.
The show credits appear, and that is when we see the advertisement for the Super Card show of Honor in September.
50% Capacity. Masks required.
Northern Pro Wrestling
Presents...
HONOR
Airing August 13th, 2021
[Episode #5]
[Episode #5]
He walks up in front of a door; it has his name written on it. He enters the room; it is pitch black and starts looking for the light switch.
Suddenly a deep, tranquil, voice echoes…
“A warrior like you should know better than to turn his back on the Darkness!”
Jesse turns promptly around, but he still can’t see anything.
“There is a new Darkness in the NPW, it's spreading its wings and engulfing the place. The fighters should not underestimate it.
You should not underestimate it…
…You did, and look what It brought upon you.
Pain and Anger.”
Jesse pans around, his eyes showing a dead serious look as he glances around. Trying to find the switch but to no avail
“I could have interfered.
I should have interfered.
But I wanted you to understand the seriousness of the situation.
Now you do”
Suddenly a soft light fills the place; Jesse looks in front of him and sees…
[Lynx]
The man Jesse Jamester knows as Eron Hunter. The man he has fought against. Now standing in front of him, now dawning a different look, one he was referring to as Lynx. Wearing a mask which covers his whole face. It is a black and white mask. The mouth is open enough to let ferocious fangs stick out. The eyes are holes, letting the eyes of the wearer appear, Eron´s own brown eyes shine through it. The mask gives a vicious look to the whole Lynx appearance. It makes it appear as if a violent roar would echo through the whole place at any given moment. Now that was not the only thing that had changed in the man formerly known as Eron Hunter. His energy was that of a seething anger, brimming not only in his appearance but in his voice. Lynx was angrier than he had ever been before, more secure of himself.
Eron Hunter, no, Lynx. Standing before the man he once feuded with, Lynx looked Jesse up and down, soaking in this version of the Canadian Nightmare. With his arms crossed on his chest. Lynx takes a deep breath and resumes his speech.
“This new group of people…
…They have no valor such as Honor or Dignity. They have no limits in their evilness. They are nothing like the Syndicate was. You three were a threat to the NPW, that is true, but Jesse Jamester was looking for brotherhood. Scott Steel was a loyal vassal…
The Revenants have nothing that resembles those values.
They are a bloodthirsty pack of hyenas. Looking to spread disease and terror in every place they travel to.”
Lynx stops talking, he clenches his fist waving it in the air.
“But they have a problem!
No. They have Two Problems; those problems being Lynx and Jesse Jamester!”
He stops talking and crosses his arms on his chest again.
“…..”
Silence.
“What I mean, Jesse Jamester is that if you want an ally in your fight against these Hyenas…
…Well
You found one!"
The camera cuts to a commercial break before we can find out if the Canadian Nightmare and Lynx have a mutual understanding. The look on Jamester's face before the camera faded out, was one of a stern look, measuring the man he saw before him - a man he knew, who he fought, while the same in many ways... Lynx was not the Eron Hunter that he had defeated, that was clear as the sky was blue.
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Kono vs Lynx
Coming off the hottest Pay-Per-View of the year in August on the Atlantic III; Northern Pro Wrestling was back in Nova Scotia for it’s fifth edition of Honor. The night was already highlighted with some magic in the air. Lynx had finally broken his silence since returning to the ring, no longer under the moniker Eron Hunter. His target clear, the ReVenants; but his focus was Keith Williams, the man who strung him up with a chain by his leg, after pulverizing him into a bloody mess.
Kono on the other hand was coming off a hot run with the Dark Stars triple power bombing Lord Dominicus on the July 15th show NPW held. With his team member Niko’s recent main event for the North American Double Crown against Lord Dominicus at August on the Atlantic III. The Dark Stars were an item the NPW universe was paying attention to, and whether the fans loved them or hated them, the latter being more the case; they were a force to be reckoned with in the NPW ranks. Kono would make his way to the ring first, filing out with confidence and displaying some strikes to the air, as he was spotlighted down the aisle. Walking the steel stairs, Kono took to the apron closest to the hard cam, and posed under the glorious lights, soaking in the moment before this singles match began. Using the top rope, Kono flipped over backwards using his arms, landing on his feet and bowing with a futuristic bow.
"Long Walk Home" by Howl Trance slammed through the sound system of the Nova Scotia arena, and out came the newly packaged and more serious side of a man many NPW fans were ecstatic to see. Shooting from their seats to hold up signs, whistle, and even some flashes from the women, the young athlete who now dawned a panther-like mask and a darker ring attire, made his way out. Lynx was all business, showing no emotion to the energy the fans were providing, and giving nothing as he stared a hole through Kono. His attitude was that of a hitman, one who had a job, and would not be satisfied until it was completed. Leaping to the apron, he springs over the top rope in a fluid motion, rolling to the center of the ring before pouncing into the air, both arms raised, and his mask taking on the purple lights that saturated the ring, providing this gnarly dark panther shadow as Lynx looked straight up to the ceiling - and then back to Kono.
Bell sounds and the two men waste no time making a B-line for the tie-up. Lynx goes from a tie-up to hammerlock, and Kono rolls through on his back, kips up, and locks on his own wrist lock. Controlling the wrist, Kono wrenches it, forcing Lynx to try and roll through, but Kono plants a foot on his chest when he does, and keeps him on the mat. Kono goes for an armbar, and Lynx uses the transition to small package the Dark Stars member!
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Kickout! Kono is too fresh, but immediately realizes the quickness and capability of Lynx to shift the momentum. Both men get to their feet. A series of strikes from Kono, along with kicks to the shin, thigh, and midsection are executed with precision. Kono goes for a Muy Thai kick to the ankle, Lynx leaps up, planting a boot in the chest of Kono, and backflipping as he dropkicks Kono! Creating space, Lynx lands in a kneeling position, and Kono is sent backwards into the ropes. Bouncing back towards Lynx, Kono leap frogs him, hitting the ropes again, Lynx goes for the hip toss, Kono counters with his own, Lynx counters with a kick to the gut, placing his leg on the back of Kono’s neck. Kono flips Lynx up in the air, where he lands behind Kono on his feet, and Kono pelee kicks Lynx in the mask!
The impact sends Lynx into the turnbuckle, and Kono quickly capitalizes, dashing across the ring, hitting the ropes, and running full steam at Lynx. Kono executes a flying sitout clothesline, landing on the second rope as he brings forearm to the chest of Lynx in the corner. Slipping through the ropes, Kono climbs the turnbuckle as Lynx staggers out of the corner. Turning around just as Kono takes to the air, Lynx dropkicks him in the chest mid-air!
Both bodies feel the impact of the move, as Lynx hits back first, and Kono jolts backwards from the dropkick, and Kono smacking the canvas on his back awkwardly. Lynx rolls over, knowing he had a small window, and grabbing the arms of Kono, pulls him away from the ropes. Glancing at the turnbuckle, Lynx strikes the head of Kono twice, making sure he’ll remain down, before rushing up the turnbuckle, moonsaulting from the top rope in a flash! Picture perfect top rope moonsault hits its mark! Lynx wraps up a leg and goes for the cover.
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Shoulder up! Kono making this a close one, as fans sat back down, realizing the match was not over. The Dark Star member rolls away from Lynx to the apron, forcing space as he regains his wind; Lynx is feeling himself as he gets to his feet and starts to audibly make noise that resembles a battle cry. This version of Lynx was not the same as Eron Hunter, and the fans were eating it up. Lynx goes for Kono on the apron as he stands up. Kono guillotines Lynx on the top rope!
Kono buys himself some much needed time, still feeling the effects of the dropkick in mid-air in his chest; the two cruiserweights were not holding back, fighting as though this singles match was as important to them as a title match, and relentless with their arsenal of moves.
Kono would roll to the outside, grabbing Lynx by the neck as he rose to his feet. Kono slammed the head of Lynx off the apron. Going for a second, and Lynx elbows Kono in the chest, flipping the script, he grabs him by the neck and runs up the steel steps, kicking off the steel post, SLICE BREAD!
Both men lay on the outside, as the referee’s count grows louder.
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Lynx is up, holding the bottom rope. Kono to a knee.
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Lynx jolts under the bottom rope!
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Kono slides under the bottom rope but the referee signals for the bell! The fans are upset to not see these two finish this one decisively, but the rules are the rules, and the referee lifts Lynx’s arm in the air, as Kono lays against the bottom rope shaking his head; obvious disappointment for the Dark Star member as he exits the ring, slapping the apron in the wake of the results.
Announcer: Winner of this match via count out, LYNX! (17:39)
Kono turns around, looking back at Lynx, motioning that ‘This isn’t over by a long shot!’ with his actions, and pointing to Lynx, to letting him know he’ll be back to make the score even for the way this one ended. An unlucky break for one half of the Dark Stars.
Backstage in the hallways, we see Steve Awesome walking from somewhere to somewhere. This is when a blonde woman runs up to him. She has a backstage pass around her neck and a name tag that says Tiffany.
Tiffany: Hi, Mr. Awesome! I’m your biggest fan! Would you sign my tit? I have a marker!
Steve looks at the amount of cleavage on display and licks his lips, lost for a moment before he discovers that she is holding out a marker.
Tiffany: Do it well and I can go straight to the tattoo parlor after the show to make it permanent!
Steve nods, looking down at the boobs. He holds out a grasping hand, wriggling his fingers.
Steve Awesome: Maybe you want to get one all the way out. So I can hold it while I write…
Tiffany giggles a little bit and slips out her left boob so that Steve can hold it with one hand while signing it with his other.
Tiffany: You do that so well, Mr. Awesome. Tell me. How are you at making babies?
Steve Awesome: I do pretty well for myself. I have two baby mommas right now. Wait, why are you asking?
Tiffany giggles as she buries a syringe into the side of Steve’s neck and presses the plunger.
Steve Awesome: What the heck? That hurrrrrrrrt.
Steve collapses to the floor, Tiffany giggles as she puts her breast away and whistles. Her voice doesn’t sound quite so innocent and sweet anymore.
Tiffany: Get out here, you dumb dumbs! Do I look like I can carry this big lug?
Hehehe and Hahaha walk out of a neighboring room, all ghastly smiles in their dirty coveralls.
Hehehe: You dropped him-
Hahaha: Real good.
Hehehe: I got the legs.
Hahaha: I got the…other end.
Hehehe: Head?
Hahaha: Shoulders, knees, and toes.
Tiffany: Just get him moved, ya lugs! Before someone sees?
The twins pick up Steve Awesome and carry him out of sight with Tiffany following. The scene cuts to another area of the Nova Scotia arena.
Friday the 13th Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Billy Fowler vs Neo James Carner
The Bastards had a bone to pick with the ReVenants, and on this night, a Friday the 13th Match was about to be their playground for settling the score. Neo James Carner would face the sins of his team’s actions. It was no secret the ReVenants were not liked, and with their actions at August on the Atlantic III, they had a list a mile long looking to even the score.
Tonight’s Friday the 13th gimmick was described by Archie Rude as the horrors of Halloween, with the ring being lit and the crowd lights dimmed, multiple objects were hung from the turnbuckle posts, and on the outside of the ring were various people dressed as Zombies, Ghosts, Ghouls, Wolfmen, and even a Frankenstein. A mild themed take on the popular North American Lumberjack match style, but with the decor of Hallow’s eve. Lining the ramp and the barricade were carved and candle lit Jack-O-Lanterns.
Neo James Carner came out first for the bout. The long haired shaggy bearded Revenant had become a fixture in a short time with NPW. NJC, the originator and wild card of the team, was to face one half of the Bastards this evening. At August on the Atlantic III, Garcia and NJC were able to pull off the heist of the century on the Galactic Sex Pirates Billy Fowler and Edward Zepp. Would the trickery serve to treat The ReVenants once again on this fateful evening?
Billy Fowler walks out dressed as a G.I. Joe. Playing the part as an American Good Guy, cameo vest and pants, and waving GSP and The Bastard flags respectfully as he marched to the ring. The crowd cheering ‘G-S-P’ as he stomps the steel steps, and marches across the apron, climbing the turnbuckle to raise the flags in the air.
Starting the match off as Billy climbed down into the ring, Neo James Carner smashes him with a Jack-O-Lantern! The bell sounds as pumpkin goes flying into the crowd! NJC strikes with deliberate and calculated blows, chopping Fowler down as he tries to fight back. A strong Irish whip is reversed, giving Fowler the shift in momentum needed as he power slams NJC coming off the ropes.
Fowler lifts NJC up by the neck and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Turning to find himself surrounded by Ghosts, Werewolves, a Ghoul and a Jack-O-Lantern. The group of Halloween inspired lumberjacks close in on Neo James Carner; he quickly dodges the ensemble and dashes under the bottom rope. Getting to his feet, his attention still on the outside, Fowler catches NJC with a running body avalanche as he turns around! Freight Train Fowler on the loose! NJC buckles on the ropes, crumbling to the canvas.
Fowler reaches over the turnbuckle post, picking up a Singapore cane. The fans ‘oooooh’ as Fowler displays the cane high in the air. He was given a license to kill. What better night than Friday the 13th?
SLAAAM!
Neo James Carner with a bursting powerbomb to the corner standing Fowler! The cane rolls into the center of the ring as Fowler’s back makes impact on the canvas. NJC though splits his legs, gut checking with a kick to the waist line, followed up with a float over double leg drop across the chest! NJC rolls backwards and to his feet, two steps forward and he leaps, dropping a knee on the forehead of Fowler! Rolling through he comes to his feet and his chest hits the ropes as a smug smirk crosses his face, his hair hanging in front of his eyes. NJC sweeps his hair back and moonwalks backwards, before doing a Michael Jackson head tilt and hand gesture. Fans can’t help but mark out, yet at the same time remember this is the man who aided and abetted two men getting beat down. Fowler is groggy and rising. NJC unaware. Fowler with a running clothesline! NJC and Fowler roll over the top rope and to the outside!
Rushed by the Monster Mash, NJC and Billy Fowler are pulled from the floor and pummeled against the barricade at different ends of the ring. A frankenstein takes Fowler and throws him to the barricade as two ghouls begin punching away. On the other end the werewolves and a Jack-O-Lantern stomp away at Neo James Carner. The two men now fight against the Halloween lumberjacks in order to survive - and find their way back to the ring to finish their own match.
Fowler with a giant headbutt on the Frankenstein, sending the bolted behemoth staggering as he takes the Ghouls and collides their skulls together! Fowler grabs a carved pumpkin on the barricade and volleys it at the Frankenstein, colliding with his face in epic fashion! ‘GOAL!’ yells the amped up NPW audience as Fowler’s pumpkin makes impact.
Neo James Carner is having a bit more trouble, as the Jack-O-Lantern seems to have grabbed the kendo stick at ringside and is unleashing a fury of whacks on the back of NJC! The referee is letting it go, saying to Fowler as he rolls in the ring he is only there to count the pinfall or submission. Fowler shrugs, thinking it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy, that being NJC. The werewolves pick up NJC and hold him in place as the Jack-O-Lantern leans back to rip a baseball swing with the Kendo stick and...
THWACK!
NJC pulls the left Werewolf into the way, he takes the impact up against his neck! NJC throws the other Werewolf into the Jack-O-Lantern, and grabs a baseball bat from the turnbuckle post. SWING! Jack-O-Lantern ducks and the Werewolf gets a shot to the chest! NJC rolls into the ring, pointing the bat at the Jack-O-Lantern on the outside - oblivious that Fowler is standing behind him waiting - ready… Stomach kick by Fowler on the turning NJC! LONDON CALLING POWERBOMB! NJC gets pulled off the shoulders by a Ghoul for the save! The Ghoul aims up, a fist full of brass knucks, and clobbers Fowler in the back of the head!
NJC sees this, notices right away who it is - and the two high five as the mask gets ripped back to reveal Rob Garcia! Fowler staggers into the ropes, stepping back holding his head, now feeling the dazed state he was sent into by the cheap shot from Garcia - and NJC bounces off the ropes, SYMPHO-KNEE! Neo James Carner grabs the leg, sitting on the chest as he pulls it up for the cover. Garcia points to the referee and tells him to do his job!
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Apprehensive and upset with himself, the referee slams his hand down on the three and motions for the timekeeper. Neo James Carner lets go of the leg and stands to be met by his ReVenant brother, Rob Garcia embracing him with a forearm to forearm like fist bump, before Garcia raises Carner’s arm in the air.
Announcer: Winner of the first ever Friday the 13th match, by pinfall, NEO JAMES CARNER! (15:39)
Garcia and Carner begin stomping on Billy Fowler as the audience protests loudly with jeering chants and sounds of disapproval. The Bastard and GSP member was down from NJC’s finisher, and the attack was unprovoked. On the outside, the Monster lumberjacks began to clear the ringside area. That is… all but one. The Jack-O-Lantern lumberjack slides under the bottom rope, standing behind the unaware ReVenant members. Singapore cane in hand from earlier, the Jack-O-Lantern waits for Rob Garcia to turn around before connecting the cane with the top of his head! Neo James Carner sees his partner drop, and immediately spins around with an instinctive kick reaction! Cane to the chest! Swinging again, a cane to his back as NJC bends over clutching his stomach! The marks lashing the skin, as Rob Garcia rolls out of the ring. Carner however is near the ropes; the Jack-O-Lantern comes rushing in and clotheslines him over the top and to the outside! The Calvary for Billy Fowler had shown up -- but who?
Pulling the Jack-O-Lantern off his head slowly, the fans ‘OOOOOH!’ as they pop from their chairs with excitement. It was none other than Jesse Jamester! Sporting his scaly black trademark ‘lizard’ mask as it was referred to by the masses, JJ had found some retribution tonight in getting the few lashings with a singapore cane on the ReVenants. This was far from over though, as Jesse could be seen sporting the staples in his head through the hairline, courtesy of Keith Williams.
Leaning up against the top rope, Jesse points the singapore cane to Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia, who are walking backwards up the ramp. Carner may have stolen the win tonight, but the taste of blood that was craved by the Canadian Nightmare was growing. Fowler finds his way to his feet, and JJ gives him a pat on the back. The ReVenants disappear behind the curtain. Fowler was gaining his stride it had seemed, but the unplanned and unknown factor took his momentum tonight with the interference by Rob Garcia. Surely, the Galactic Sex Pirate would find his wind soon enough. Whether he saw the silver lining or not, having a man like Jesse Jamester fighting beside you, whether to even a score or save you, wasn’t a bad thing. Fowler throws a fist up in the air as fans give the ‘G-S-P’ chant one more time before the show cuts to a commercial break.
‘Excuse me, sir. You can’t be in here’ said the security guard, as he and his partner stepped forward. Donzig turned to stare at them, head tilting as he stared at them from behind his mask.
‘Listen, this is a really great Lord Dominicus cosplay, but you can’t just walk backstage like this.’ Said the guard, frowning as he grabbed Donzig’s leather clad arm.
‘Donzig.’ snapped the Trios Champ.
The pair rolled their eyes and laughed, shaking their heads as the fatter of the pair pushed him. ‘Sure, man. Whatever let’s go.’
‘No, you insipid fool! I am Donzig!’
The guards gaped and then started laughing harder. ‘Everyone knows Donzig always uses the side door because he can’t stand to be around anyone. He would never walk through security, come on.’
The other guard nodded, snickering. ‘If you were Donzig you would be threatening us about ending up like Tucker on SWAT! Or ranting about Bear-o-dactyl.’
The guards laughed, and the fat one clapped the other one on the shoulder as they tried to push Donzig back. ‘Did you see the look on his face at that whipped cream bit? Oh, that was great.’
Donzig stares, stiffening as he lifted a hand to point at the guards. ‘You dare! I will flay your souls from your miserable hides for this outrage!’
‘That was pretty good, man. But come on we know you’re not Donzig.’
At this point, Sinclair Godfrey walked over. She leaned on the counter watching the three with a faint smile, then she cleared her throat before she purred. ‘Excuse me, gentlemen. Donzig in light of recent events, Gus has changed the code for the side entrances. He wants you to come in with everyone else.’
The guards froze, staring at her before their eyes widened. Then they turned slowly to look at Donzig. He hissed, looming closer as he rolled his shoulders. The one guard yelped and ran, and the fatter of the pair just stammered as Donzig’s hand fell to his shoulder. ‘Do you like egg salad?’
As the participants of the earlier match make their way to the back, the camera focuses on the ring and the Nova Scotia crowd. The crowd in the arena seems to have turned their focus from the ring to a man standing amongst them as a spotlight highlights the man. He’s dressed in Green Camo pants and is wearing a grey shirt with writing on it. It's SWAT’s newest signee Johnny Sniper. He makes his way through the crowd, and to the ring, grabbing a microphone ringside before entering the ring under the bottom rope.
Sniper: Oh Canada! What worthless land of crap. We’ll be spending our lives sucking up to the queen, and being America’s hat.
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos and jeers for the SWAT native.
Sniper: Oh, Shut Up! Seriously, when has anything good come out of Canada recently? I mean you claim to have invented hockey, and yet a Canadian team hasn’t won a Stanley Cup in almost thirty-year, I mean did Montreal even show up against Tampa Bay this year. But I’m not here to talk about hockey. I'm here because of one thing. You see after AWF shut down, and before I signed with SWAT, and made the decision that I would go around the other feds under the XHF banner, and challenge their roster to an open challenge, and I knew where I wanted to go first, here. And for one reason only. The show’s name. Honor. What an absolute joke. You all have no idea what “Honor” is. I want you all to take a good look at my shirt. It read’s Semper Fi that’s short of Semper Fidelis, and if you mind if too warped from eating moose meat, you would know that the phrase is Latin for “Always Faithful, Always Loyal” and for my entire adult life, I’ve tried my damndest to live by those words. I was faithful to the corp, my country my job my friends my family, and look what I got in return for it sure I may have a beautiful fiance at home with 2 adorable twin boys but my friends hate me my former job after two years of being loyal to them decides to close up shop did not warn the staff I have given everything to this business, despite being screwed over time and time again. Well, no more, I’m pissed off and here in NPW tonight to give the jackasses in the back the “Honor” of getting their teeth kicked in, so who’s it gonna be?
Sniper stands in the ring for a few minutes waiting for someone to show, and yet no one does. His facials express a lack of surprise.
Sniper: Fine, have it your way. I’m just gonna go back there grab the first idiot I see beat the ever-living hell of them and then drag them out here to this ring and then kick their teeth in--
“Born for This” by Royal Deluxe blares throughout the Scotiabank Centre arena, cutting off Sniper's speach. Fans pop from their seats to view who answers the call of Johnny Sniper. The music was unfamiliar, not one they knew from their current NPW roster favorites. The lights changed throughout the arena to hype the arrival of whoever was about to step out from behind the curtain.
“I've been tried, and you know I've been tested
But I won't back down, no I'll never surrender
I've seen the proof, I know the truth
This is what I was made to do
I was born for this”
The camera changes from that of the dismayed face of Johnny Sniper towards the entrance isle. It’s within those few short moments that everyone in attendance, Johnny included, are not sure what or rather who to expect. The curtain slowly parts and he presents himself with the featureless façade of a hockey mask hiding his face, a potentially faceless evil. He only walks out a few steps before two more figures dressed the same step out on either side of him. His theme continues to play as the mysterious figures simply stand in place.
“Never met a match I couldn't handle
No one else could ever hold a candle
Get ready for a battle cause you know
I was born for this”
Johnny Sniper steps towards the ring ropes as he places his outstretched hands into a come at me motion. This does little to deter the men standing at the entrance. That’s when we hear the voice for the first time and it’s not coming from the entrance but rather from behind Johnny Sniper.
“Hey, soldier man.”
Johnny Sniper turns and looks out into the crowd where both Johnny and the camera finds yet another man wearing the same familial mask of Jason Voorhees.
“Do you find the mask unsettling Johnny boy?”
He begins slowly, almost gingerly, walking down the ramp as he speaks. It’s as if he has no consciousness of time nor the worry of anything going on around him.
“You think that you’re out here presenting an opportunity when in reality you’re just in the way.”
He greets the railing of the barricade surrounding the ring the same way he walked through the crowd, nonchalantly.
“You’ll have to bear with me Johnny. I’m not nearly the blah blah guy in which you’ve presented yourself.”
The man in the mask then points towards the entrance where the three additional men are standing.
“You should watch those guys. I wouldn’t trust them. You’ve already made your one mistake tonight Johnny. Don’t make another.”
Johnny Sniper looks from the masked man talking to the men standing at the entrance and then back.
“Soldier man, you would have disappointed General Patton. You stormed the enemy line without knowing your opposition, without observing the battlefield, and now your offensive stance becomes your gravest mistake.”
The man in the mask begins walking up the steps towards the ring apron. He slowly begins removing his leather jacket revealing the NecroCore Auditorium tee shirt beneath it. Several of the fans sitting within sight begin to murmur with recognition. He then removes his mask revealing that their assumptions are based in fact, it’s Lochlyn Cade.
“The Promethean is -- Northern! Pro! Wrestling!”
Lochlyn Cade drops the microphone and steps between the ropes.
Showcase Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Johnny Sniper vs. Lochlyn Cade
Like a lightning bolt had struck the ring, the two men wasted no time in tangoing with punches back and forth, Lochlyn Cade arm dragging his opponent Sniper across the ring before he shot at him with a dropkick! Sniper rebounds off the ropes from the dropkick, coming back into a drop toe hold, where Cade rolls over and locks on a mexican surfboard stretch! The fans are on a tear cheering the new NPW roster member as he shows his technical expertise.
Cade loses grip of Sniper’s right arm, forcing his release of the surfboard; and Sniper immediately kicks him in the calf as he rolls over, creating the distraction while he rushes for a swinging neckbreaker! Sniper doesn’t let up, going from one move to another, as he drives a knee into the chest and neck area of Cade, showing that he’s not impressed with the man’s antics, and takes control.
Johnny Sniper begins to place a rear headlock on the Bad Seed, Lochlyn Cade. It’s however countered immediately as Cade slips his head and rolls on his back to the right of Sniper, before back flipping and connecting his shin to the side of Sniper’s forehead! The display of athletic prowess was uncanny, only rivaled possibly by the other Cruiserweights in Northern Pro. Cade was fluid, making his moves count as he took to a variety of strikes to back Sniper into the ropes before he Irish whipped him across the ring and plants a clean cut high dropkick to the jawline of Sniper!
Picture perfect on the execution and landing in a kneeling position was Lochlyn. His opponent smacked the canvas and was trying to find his feet, as Sniper began to rise and stagger - taken off his balance with the onslaught Cade was bringing to him. Sniper was not prepared, and that was by design. His tour here in Northern Pro Wrestling should have been started with lime light and a resident jobber to beat on, but tonight Lochlyn Cade fancied that spotlight; he pushed Shane Severe to the side and took his place for this one-on-one. If Gus Arnold was looking for his next signee, the fans were telling him this was it.
Cade catches Sniper with a spinning wheel kick as he reaches his feet and turns to face him. Sniper is sent through the middle and bottom rope from the move, grabbing the bottom rope to recover and land on his feet on the outside. Sniper appeared frustrated or out of place, and before he could get that second wind - SUICIDE DIVE!
Lochlyn launches himself through the ropes like a Superman, arms crossed as he uses his body like a harpoon to the upper body of Sniper! Rocketing Sniper into the barricade, where a carved pumpkin was hanging around from the previous match; Sniper hit the barricade and sat down with his back against it in a flash. Lochlyn Cade was feeding off the crowds reaction, his style showing his lack of fear, a disregard for his own body, and the ability to propel himself anywhere in or out of the ring. Cade grabs Sniper and walks him towards the ring, but before he gets there Sniper jabs him, catching Cade off guard. A quick lift and Sniper drops Cade face first on the apron. A quick chop as he lands, and Cade is now on the defense as Johnny Sniper wakes up and fights back.
Grabbing the back of Cade’s neck, Sniper sends him flying into the barricade, and to everyone’s shock, the referee is not counting them out?! Watching a person in the crowd front row, the referee is completely unaware of what has been going on as a masked person, possibly a fan, but from the focus he is giving the match and the mask he wears similar to that of Lochlyn Cade’s when he made his entrance. Cade is heard bouncing off the barricade back first as the camera cuts back to the action. Sniper returns Cade to his feet, and goes to drive his head into the French announcer’s table.
SLAAAM!
Last moment counter, Cade uses his foot to block the move and knee checks Sniper in the gut; Lochlyn delivers his own face smash to Sniper on the corner of the table! The French announcers are panicking as they start moving stuff and getting out of dodge. Then Cade rips the top piece of the announcer’s table off, exposing the two monitors and cables, some papers that were more than likely notes for the announcers, and Cade grabs a monitor… he looks at it with bad intentions, before he hears the referee finally make a count!
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Lochlyn rolls into the ring, the referee watching him as he goes to continue his count for Sniper.
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The count is stopped as the referee picks up his jaw, completely dumbfounded by the move Lochlyn Cade hits on Sniper! The table buckles and collapses on impact as ‘The Promethean’ shocks and awes with his arial assault and reckless abandonment for his body. The referee finally rolls out of the ring, checking on both men, before he climbs back in and stands near the ropes - starting his count again.
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Lochlyn rolls over from his stomach to his back, shaking off the cobwebs from the impact.
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Cade gets up to one foot and a knee, before finding himself fully standing.
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Cade rolls under the bottom rope, and rolls out just to break the count. The referee warns him of the time limit, expecting Cade to respond but he doesn’t even take notice. Cade grabs Johnny Sniper by the neck, lifting him up in a hunched over state. Sniper is shoved into the apron, and then Cade lifts his legs and rolls him under the bottom rope.
Cade jumps up on the apron, wiping his boots as he shows an heir of cockiness and arrogance as he wipes his hands together, while shaking his head, almost talking out loud to himself. Lochlyn Cade motions with his fingers as he lifts up Sniper and sets him in the corner. Chopping Johnny across the chest enough that he’s awake, but still not fully aware of his surroundings. Lochlyn rushes to the opposite corner, motioning to the crowd with finger guns that he takes aim at Johnny Sniper with, before creating a picture-like box with his fingers before he dashes with three long strides across the ring and leaps for the Valkyn Skoria! Sniper moves out of the way, and Cade hits the turnbuckle, bouncing off the pad and holding his knee near the ropes. Sniper rushes at the far side of the ring, hitting the ropes with authority, and comes back for a lariat! Cade springboards off the ropes behind him and hits his trademark Valkyn Skoria! With Johnny Sniper coming full force, he has nowhere to go and takes the knee to the face! Folding up on the canvas, Cade drops to his knees in front of Sniper, springs up, and jumps up, using his legs to pin the legs of Sniper to his chest, making Sniper appear to be a slinky, with his knees over his shoulders.
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The referee signals for the bell, and the timekeeper obliges. Lochlyn Cade rolls backwards from the pinning combination, and stands up to a mixed crowd reaction. Cade had shown he was capable and charismatic, not only executing unique moves and stuff the NPW audience had not seen; but his arrogance rubbed some the wrong way. The fans for the most part were happy with the contest and cheered as Lochlyn Cade’s arm was raised and his music began to play.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, LOCHLYN CADE! (14:29)
Cade tears his arm away from the referee, before jumping to the second turnbuckle and posing for the crowd. Taking in the audience, he gazed out amongst the fans at NPW Honor, noticing the man up front in the crowd that had the referee’s attention earlier. How did this man know Lochlyn would be here tonight? To have a mask similar to the The Promethean, was rare, and rarer to be that close to ringside on a debut… Lochlyn Cade paid the man only a moment of time, before he moved on, unphased and confident he put on the showcase he wanted tonight. Exiting the ring, Lochlyn Cade walked the ramp as the scene cuts to a commercial break.
[September 16th, 2021]
[Fatal Four Way Match]
[OpenWeight Championship]
[The Champion]
[‘D’]
[Defends against…]
[Steve Awesome]
[Donzig]
[Question Mark for the 4th Man]
[The 4th Fighter will be determined on the August 25th Show]
[Fatal Fourway Texas Tornado Style]
[Ronnie Long vs. Andrew Morgan vs. Takaru Matsui vs. Edward Zepp]
[Northern Pro Wrestling presents…]
[Honor: Fight for the Fallen]
[September 16th, 2021]
Steve Awesome wakes up and finds himself strapped to a table. He tries to wriggle himself out of the binds, but cannot.
Steve Awesome: Hello? Is anyone there?
“Of course there is, dahling.”
Steve is silent for a time. Who is this that just spoke again?
Steve Awesome: Tiffany?
“Guess again, dahling.”
Steve Awesome: Mommy?
Esmeralda von Krauss leans over Steve’s face, looking angry.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Enough of your unsinn! Now, you will give me what I desire the most.
Steve Awesome: The Amazon’s title? I don’t book-
Esmeralda von Krauss: A baby, you Dummkopf!
Steve looks to the side, watching as Esmeralda slowly hikes up her dress so she can reach underneath. This is really happening.
Steve Awesome: Help?
Esmeralda takes her g-string panties and shoves them into Steve’s open mouth. His eyes go wide in sudden silence as he realizes what’s in his mouth. She caresses down his chest to the growing lump in his wrestling tights. Esmeralda smiles wickedly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I guess this little play of bondage is making you engorged. It will make things that much easier to milk you if you are thus.
Esmeralda climbs up onto the table and onto Steve Awesome. His eyes go wide as she lifts up her dress just enough to position herself over Steve’s still covered crotch. She drops her dress and begins to slowly grind against him.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Do you like that, dahling? You want more?
Steve shakes his head, but slowly nods as well. Caught somewhere between being frightened and turned on at the same time.
Esmeralda suddenly goes still, looking down at Steve Awesome. She suddenly leans backwards, dodging an attack by D. She turns off of the table into a roundhouse kick aimed at D’s head, but he ducks under the strike. Esmeralda spins around, side stepping a kick by D, and swinging a knife edge strike to the gut that D jumps backwards to avoid.
Esmeralda steps up, doing a backflip kick that D avoids. She flips backwards to placing her feet against the wall above Steve so she can springboard into a spear move that D also sidesteps. He goes to crack her in the spine with a downward knife edge chop, but Esmeralda slips past her. She rolls back to her feet, leaps at the wall, and springboards off of it into a forward flip axe kick that D blocks with both hands and then flings her leg to the side.
Esmeralda drops to the floor and spins to sweep the legs out from under D, but he backflips through the air to land his feet on either side of Steve Awesome’s pelvis.
D: You won’t be taking Steve against his will today.
Esmeralda glares at him for a time, but seems to concede.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You’ve ruined the mood anyway, dahling.
Esmeralda leaves the room and D watches the door for a moment to see if she will come rushing back. When she doesn’t come back. He jumps down to the floor and begins unstrapping Steve from the table. He sits up and takes the panties out of his mouth.
Steve Awesome: I would say thank you, but I had it under control.
D: You had it under control?
Steve Awesome: Had her right where I wanted her.
D: Hopeless…
D walks out of the room, leaving Steve alone with the panties. He looks high and low to make sure that no one else is sneaking around before giving them a quick whiff.
Show cuts to a commercial break.
Commercial is of Steve Awesome in a head and shoulders commercial; but the video packaging looks way off. As though it was filmed in another language, and cut and dubbed over for the English version. Then he says its "Head and Shoulders better than the rest!" As Steve Awesome's first commercial ad goes live during the Honor show; fans in attendance get a quick look at it on the projector screen above the entrance.
Tag Team Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Freakke & Steve Awesome vs. Donzig & ‘D’
A match made in hell, or what some would say would end in chaos with the combustible elements involved here in this mixed tag team match coming up. First out was Freakke, giving his traditional look of being the resident clown of Canada; and with the beating he took against Donzig at AOTA III, it was obvious Freakke was not one hundred percent tonight. He was sporting a cast not even a week ago, although it appeared to be removed prior to the match.
Steve Awesome came out next, and while normally followed by a manager or valet, Steve Awesome was alone tonight. Learning from his encounter with Esmeralda von Krauss at AOTA III? One would guess that ending has been replayed in Steve Awesome’s mind ever since Night 2 had ended. Either way, Steve Awesome had a moment in the sun tonight, to get his revenge against ‘D’ and maybe shut up Donzig for a change? One could dream right.
Donzig came out to the ring first for his team. Sporting his skull mask, the one that had some blood on it, spattered, probably Freakke’s blood; but we digress. Donzig comes down to the ring, realizing that he’s not alone when the music hits and he waits at ringside, staring up at Freakke and Steve Awesome in the ring.
The current North American OpenWeight Champion ‘D’ comes running out through the curtains. The title is ripped from his waist as he sprints down the ramp, slapping Donzig’s arm in the process, and slides into the ring like a gunshot aimed at it’s target. Donzig doesn’t hesitate and follows suit as soon as he sees ‘D’ slide in, he does the same.
Donzig and D take to a punching battle with Freakke and Steve Awesome right from the get-go! Steve and D pair up, as does Donzig and Freakke, repeating two of the main feuds that took place at August on the Atlantic III. Freakke gets an upper hand on Donzig, ducking his punch, and throwing himself at Donzig to topple over the top rope, both men end up outside the ring, still brawling.
Steve Awesome and D are in a corner, trading punches and going for the head with every fist they traded. No love lost between these two, it was personal, and everyone in attendance was excited to see them go at it again! The referee considers Steve Awesome and D the legal men, calling for the ring bell to be rung, and the match to be officially started. Steve Awesome gets an uppercut on D and irish whips him to the far corner. Splash from Awesome!
Awesome hooks the neck of D and proves to have new tricks up his sleeve as he follows through with a bulldog to D as he comes out of the corner! D gets forearmed in the back of his head, as Steve Awesome goes for the Awesome Lock (a crossface chicken wing), only for D to have it scouted, and he slips out of it. Running to the ropes, D rebounds and ducks Steve Awesome’s clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes again does D, and this time he leaps in the air, hooking Awesome’s neck with his legs, and delivering a smooth head scissors takedown! The move sends Steve Awesome across the ring into an empty corner.
Donzig is shockingly back in his corner on the apron, as was Freakke; they were separated by a second referee that came out to ringside to help get this one under control. It had started off hot with brawling from everyone involved in the match! Freakke looked ready to beat on someone again; and he was asking for the tag. Steve Awesome was too far away from Freakke, but noticed his hand hanging there as he stomped on the apron, looking to get Steve’s attention
D does a running forearm strike to Awesome in the corner, holding himself up and taking to the second rope as he begins to rain down strikes on the Face of the Franchise, Steve Awesome. The fans count along with each punch that ‘D’ lands, “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” the fans count out loud, Steve Awesome doesn’t care for his hair being messed up and slips down between the legs, using his arms, he hooks D in a power bomb and delivers with a sitout version of the powerbomb! Hooking the arms with his boots, Awesome goes for the pin fall.
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Donzig breaks it up as ‘D’ looks to kick out! Nobody was letting this one go that silently into the night. Donzig yells at ‘D’ to get over to his corner and tag him, hungry for some action. Awesome on the other hand knew ‘D’ was getting worn down, and lifted him up by the neck, hooking him in a headlock, as Awesome went to his corner and tagged in Freakke. The excitement on Freakke’s face as he scouted ‘D’s body for the best way to hurt him, before toe kicking ‘D’ in the gut! Freakke snap suplexes ‘D’ and goes for a running senton, but nobody is home!
D rolled out of the way, and Freakke bounces back first off the canvas. He went all-in on the move, and it didn’t pay off. D though wasn’t the life blood of this match that he started with. Awesome’s sitout powerbomb had done a number on him, and he had not fully recovered from it. D using the ropes gets to his feet, and Freakke grabs his leg, holding him back from getting to his corner to tag in Donzig; Freakke locks on a standing ankle lock on ‘D’!
D is trying to reach the outstretched hand of Donzig, but is pulled backwards by the ankle that Freakke has taken a grip of and is twisting and tugging at! D spins with his free leg, using his held ankle as the basepoint, and he kicks Freakke square in the face with his free boot! This sends Freakke back into his corner, and ‘D’ is able to leap and make the tag to Donzig!
Freakke is looking for Steve Awesome, but he’s down near the timekeeper’s table, looking at his hair in a mirror a fan has given him. Freakke looks across the ring as Donzig makes his way through the ropes. Freakke gets up, fists clenched, and goes in swinging - giving up some size to Donzig, and showing he has the fight of a dog, Freakke doesn’t back down! Donzig takes two chin shots, before he lands one right on Freakke’s ear, and then gets an uppercut courtesy of Freakke. Going for the kick, Freakke’s foot is caught by Donzig, but that look on Freakke’s face says it all - as he hits an enziguri with the free foot and sends Donzig reeling.
Donzig is tasting boot, and as he is regaining his balance from the kick, Freakke rushes at the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, and executes a crossbody on the turning Donzig! Donzig catches Freakke and goes to the canvas hard, rolling through, Donzig gets back up to his feet and has Freakke in a power slam position! Donzig uses the momentum and runs at the turnbuckle, driving Freakke’s back into the top turnbuckle, before he shifts his weight, and dumps Freakke with a hard body slam!
Donzig lifts Freakke up, ready for his trademark Double Arm DDT as he motions for it. Freakke slips through the arm and hip, hitting the ropes, ducks a swinging back elbow Donzig was aiming to hit him in the head with. Freake rushes to his side of the ring, where Steve Awesome finally has stopped checking his hair, and is instead signing an autograph of himself for a fan. Freakke is getting frustrated, but rebounds off the ropes, and goes for a spinning wheel kick on Donzig, who ducks! Donzig misses the spinning wheel kick by ducking, and Freakke gets all air. Donzig grabs Freakke by the neck and slams his head off the top turnbuckle, before he tags in ‘D’!
D takes the advantage of Freakke being in his corner, and lifts him up to a sitting position on the top rope. D clubs Freakke twice, and then ascends the turnbuckle, before they are both standing on the top rope. D jumps up, FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP ROPE! D executes a beautiful frankensteiner, and goes for the cover, hooking the leg of Freakke.
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Kickout! Freakke isn’t giving up, but he’s hardly got juice in the tank at this point. D lifts Freakke up and sends him to the ropes, he rebounds barely aware of his surroundings, but ducks a grapple from D - Freakke gets behind ‘D’ and grabs him by the waist! D cuts the hand lock on his waist, and ripcords out using the controlled wrist, but comes back and jumps up, kneeing Freakke in the face! TWISTED TRUTH! Following the knee, ‘D’ hits the Twisted Truth on Freakke out of nowhere! Covering him, Donzig jumps in the ring, but realizes Steve Awesome isn’t interested in Freakke or the match; he’s all about the women and fans in the front row wearing his merch.
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The bell sounds with Donzig and D getting their arms raised. Steve Awesome notices the match is over, and shrugs, looking at Freakke like he was roadkill. Steve Awesome makes his way up the ramp, leaving Freakke in the ring looking up at the lights; a story for the evening’s matchup and how these two, the Freakke N’ Awesome team, didn’t fit the narrative Freakke had hoped for.
Announcer: Winners of this match by pin fall, ‘D’ and DONZIG! (13:54)
Donzig looks at ‘D’ who gets the OpenWeight Championship handed to him by the referee. ‘D’ looks him up and down, noticing Donzig’s attention to his championship title. ‘D’ doesn’t hesitate for a second, as he puts the belt up in the air and walks right towards Donzig. They would do battle once more, as the announcement was made earlier during the show. this time in a fatal four way on the 16th of September at Honor: Fight for the Fallen.
Donzig and D stand nose to nose, as the NA OpenWeight Championship hangs in the air between them. Another picture perfect sight of the challenger and the champion. D said going into this, he only had to be D’s partner until the match ended; and he was spot on, as Donzig mouthed something and D said something quietly back to him, and the two were separated by referees who were coming to check on Freakke. Already injured prior to this match, Freakke was looking pretty stiff as he was helped up by the referees, and made his way from the ring apron and up the ramp.
The show cuts to a commercial break of Canada’s great scenic views that can be traveled or seen on live stream; with the way the pandemic had taken so much, it was a nice reminder to get outside and enjoy the fresh air.
Next commercial we see the NPW interviewer and newest announcer, Archie Rude, selling Ben-Gay for athletes. When you’re joints or muscles hurt, Ben-Gay is ready to help you out. Archie Rude slid around on the ice of a small rink, before lifting a tube of Ben-Gay up and smiling the cheesiest of smiles through his ginger beard.
The screen above the entrance blinks on and switches from a blank canvas to show video of Timeless and Roxylishus knocking on Primal's front door. Primal answers the door in teddie bear pajamas with feet on them ... made of his own hair, of course. Roxylishus tells him, grab his bags, time for a road trip. Primal looks to Timeless confused and he just shrugs in defeat and Roxylishus then tells them they both lost at August on the Atlantic III, and it was time for a bonding trip.
--Jump cut to them heading into the car, Primal and Timeless arguing for who will drive, then for who will ride shotgun. Roxylishus shakes her head and jumps in the back and Timeless takes the wheel, it is his car.--
--Jump cut to Primal and Timeless arguing over the radio station, they are both pressing buttons changing the station and "Cosmic Girl" by Jamiroquai comes on and Roxylishus makes them leave it, they did write it for her after all when they went back to 1995 fancy dress and she was a Star Wars alien and Jay Kay saw them disappear thru the portal heading home after being hypnotized by her and her dancing. (It's all in the archives)--
--Jump cut to Timeless and Primal fighting over a bag of chips and they tear it open in their tug of war and chips go flying all over the car and they spill their drinks everywhere also. Buttons jumps for joy and ravenously consumes the evidence of their mishap then borks for more.--
--Jump cut to Buttons the War Corgi nestled in Roxylishus’ mountain bosom, he looks like he is in heaven. If dogs could smile, he would be from ear to ear. Primal sits in the front seat knitting together what looks to be an arsenal of hair tools. A shovel, a lantern, some knives, some firewood, the essentials.--
--Jump cut to a school bus being overtaken by them, it looks like a High School Football team by the Letterman jackets they all wear. Roxylishus has the window down and blows one a kiss and they all run to look out the window and she pushes her cleavage out for them and they are grabbing their phones and she pulls her panties down and moons them and is laughing and as they are overtaking we see even the driver just staring, his tongue out and drooling as the bus runs off the road and crashes into a tree. HS Footballers bouncing all over the bus, many injuries undoubtedly occurring. Primal and Timeless just look at each other and shrug and continue driving.--
--Jump cut to Roxy and Primal both nagging Timeless, “Are we there yet?”--
--Jump cut to a log cabin. It's late and Timeless and Roxylishus are enjoying a glass of red wine and there is banging and clattering outside. They both shake their heads dismissively, saying how them chumps may be hamming up Fri 13th like school kids at Honor but they ain't falling for no Primal prank. As the noise becomes more ominous, Timeless reassures Roxy that it's just Primal. You know how he gets in his home jungle. He's like a kid in a toy store. Scratching at the window has Roxy jump and Timeless laugh. At this point, a flush is heard and Primal comes out from the bathroom, groaning about the low quality of the squirrel meat in this forest, the noises still occurring and all three just look at each other, Timeless and Roxy in a panic. Primal says, "What?" They all look towards the door and get freaked out by the creepy growls that sound like a mad man.--
--Jump cut to them slowly opening the front door ready to battle what is causing this racket. As the door creaks, something bolts into the house. They look behind them as they hear metal dragging on the ground. Like chains. They see a hockey mask peering from behind the couch and more growls. They all jump a bit before the mask moves towards them. The creature is small and brown, with the two imperial crown tag titles wrapped in its four legs making a clatter. They all lean in confused as the mask falls off and Buttons reacts with a bork! Timeless says at least it wasn’t HNDRXX under another mask. They all laughed and turned to the couch to watch some Naked and Afraid. Roxy commented how her agent is still trying to get her to appear on this.--
--Cut to Buttons, a close up. The corgi's mouth begins to foam and he growls before he leaps at the camera and crushes it in his jaws, and the feed cuts--
Main Event
North American CruiserWeight Championship
30 Minute Time Limit
Jay Stevens © vs. Marcus Smith
The Main Event of the evening was approaching at last. The fans were excited for the hard hitting CruiserWeight Championship match that was set with rich history following it. Jay Stevens, the reigning North American CruiserWeight Champion, had a tall challenge in the way of Marcus Smith. Their roots had dug into the lineage of their families, both men being second generation wrestlers. Their fathers battled for Tag Team supremacy some fifteen years ago. Marcus Smith defeated Jay’s uncle last summer for the very title Jay Stevens was defending tonight.
Marcus Smith made his way to the ring, and his intensity was off the charts. Marcus showed the carved from granite abdomen and chest muscles that had every female in the front rows and those that could get a good glimpse, get up and chant for him. Marcus was here for a job, and his eyes told the story as he focused on the ring, his music slamming through the speakers as though a pulse of the adrenaline he Marcus Smith had flowing through his body. Taking to the ring, Marcus doesn’t pose, he doesn’t acknowledge the fans; he looks up the ramp and prepares, stretching; he is all business.
"Fireproof" by Pillar breaks the sound barrier of the Halifax arena, or at the very least it streams with a thundering audio that gets the fans riled up! The NPW North American Cruiserweight Champion, Jay Stevens, appeared on stage, the Championship secured around his waist, as he shows the fans his traditional pose before taking the ramp. Jay Stevens was on a roll, showing his ability not long ago with his win over Lord Dominicus to gain the CruiserWeight championship. While Lord Dominicus calls the win tainted, it's no joke for Jay Stevens who has gained the confidence that the NPW fans knew him for: unwavering.
Jay Stevens showed why he was made to be a wrestler every time he stepped in the squared circle. Tonight he would take on Marcus Smith, a man he knew all too well; a man his family had feuded with for nearly two decades. Jay Stevens hit the ring, showing off the belt as he unbuckled it from his waist and held it high in the air. The referee takes the NA Cruiserweight Championship, displaying it once more, before he hands it to the time keeper. Taking a moment to check both men for foreign objects, the referee lets them know the rules as they meet in the middle of the ring. Letting them get back to their corners, the bell is sounded and the match is underway.
Marcus Smith and Jay Stevens were not shy about their approach to this match; both wanted to go at one another and prove who the very best was in technical ability, in their ring styles, and prove that stood for everything a wrestler was between those ropes. Marcus got a hammerlock on Jay Stevens, who quickly executed a snapmare on Marcus. Jay Stevens showing his counter ability and holds were tight, locking in a headlock sleeper, forcing Marcus to make a move towards the ropes to break it up.
Marcus waves a finger at Jay Stevens, expecting him to disapprove of the showmanship; but Stevens endorses it, knowing this is the stage to do so. Jay shoots a single leg takedown that brings Marcus Smith to his hands and knees, where Jay Stevens locks his waist quickly, and controls the arms, driving Marcus into the canvas chin first with the collegiate wrestling style maneuver. Marcus Smith rolls over forcing, the hand of Jay Stevens to bend in a way Stevens didn’t want it to, and thus Jay let go of his grip as Marcus rose to his feet, bending the arm backwards; Marcus puts a boot into the back of Jay Steven’s knee, bringing him down to a bowing knee position, where Marcus takes advantage and kicks Jay in the chest! Stomping him twice as he hits the canvas.
Jay Stevens rolls out of the way before a third stomp can land. Stevens finds himself at the ropes, rolling to the apron, he gets up and sees Marcus charging at him. Jay does a side step, and Marcus feigns a move, using the ropes as a harness to hold himself back as he pretends he was going to dive through; Jay Stevens appears to have seen this move and act, kicking Marcus straight in the exposed chest as he puffs it out on the apron, arms intertwined in the top rope.
Marcus grabs his chest, immediately letting go of the top rope and hangs by his abdomen on the middle rope. Jay Stevens sees the moment, and while not a high flyer normally, Jay Stevens ascends to the second rope and drops a leg drop across Marcus Smith’s back! Folding Marcus up and sending him head first into the apron and tumbling to the outside ring floor. Jay steps in the ring, then right back out; leaping down with an axe handle smash to the rising Marcus Smith! His back is in all sorts of pain, and Stevens can tell where to attack because of the red mark from the leg drop. Like a bullseye on his back, Jay focused on this by sending elbow strikes and kidney shots into the back area of Marcus, before he rolled Marcus in the ring and slid in after.
Marcus fought off the boston crab attempt from Jay Stevens, who was determined to get it on Marcus! Jay was looking to end this, but Marcus wasn’t done; and fought back with tree-whacking like chops, as though Jay was the tree that had to go; and every strike was an axe swinging. Jay Stevens chest was bloody red, blisters forming from the brutal chops. Marcus would get Jay up for a stalling brain buster, and hit it with precision! He went for the cover on the Champion.
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Kick out at 2 and four-fifths, it was a close one; as Jay Stevens took a nasty bump from the brainbuster; Had it been a consecutive head blow, it may have done the job. Marcus had another idea, and took to the top rope by stepping on the apron, and climbing the turnbuckles from the outside. He got to the top rope and paused to position himself just right -- HIGH BELLY-TO-BELLY! Jay Stevens was a lightning bolt of a man, seeking the right time, letting Marcus Smith do all the work to position himself, and then he pounced up and ran the distance, leaping to the second turnbuckle, stepping up to the top rope, and executing his trademark move! Now Jay laid there a few feet from Marcus, still feeling the effects of the brainbuster and the impact of his belly-to-belly. Marcus was laying motionless. An arm over his chest for the pin by Jay Stevens…
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Shoulder up at the last nanosecond! Marcus Smith was not to be denied today. He had taken a super-belly-to-belly and somehow found a way to survive the pin. Jay looks at the downed Marcus Smith, who looks as exhausted as he did; the history of their fathers came flooding in his eyes, like he’d been here before. Jay Stevens slapped the ring mat, and pushed himself up. Marcus was lifted up by his arm and shoulder, and when he finally reached his feet…Marcus tries to short arm clothesline Jay! Jay ducked it and spins Marcus around to hit a Belly-to-Belly! But he doesn’t stop at one… no, he keeps the hands locked in around the waist and lifts Marcus up to his feet. Facing Jay, Marcus is draped like a sack of sand, his arms hanging at his sides. Belly-to-belly again! THUD! Jay keeps his hands around the back of Marcus Smith. What could he be thinking?Jay finds the strength to lift Marcus up once more!A third Belly-to-Belly! Thats all she wrote, he covers Marcus Smith and hooks the leg.
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The bell sounds concluding this match. Jay Stevens drops the leg after the referee’s three count is audible and heard; Lifting himself up from the body of his family’s nemesis, Marcus Smith had come to fight, and he was ready for Jay Stevens… but tonight Jay Stevens had the thing champions are made of… Guts! He did everything he could to make sure he was walking away the victor.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pinfall, and STILLLLL NORTH AMERICAN CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION -- JAY STEVENS! (19:39)
Jay Stevens is presented the North American Cruiserweight Championship belt, and drapes it over his shoulder as he stands on the second turnbuckle, acknowledging the fans who cheer for him, and those who boo’d him on his journey. Jay Stevens had earned his defense tonight, without any shenanigans or Lord Dominicus making his way down to put his nose in the Cruiserweights business.
The camera catches the Cruiserweight title on Jay Steven’s shoulder as he smiles and lifts it up with both hands, sweating profusely, but proud of the win he earned tonight over Marcus Smith. The camera shows the NPW logo, and all the trademark and copyright of NPW, before it fades out with a close up of Jay Stevens upper body.
The show credits appear, and that is when we see the advertisement for the Super Card show of Honor in September.
Northern Pro Wrestling presents...
Honor: Fight for the Fallen
Airing LIVE September 16th, 2021
