Northern Pro Wrestling - October 7th, 2021 [Results]
Oct 7, 2021 15:40:34 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Oct 7, 2021 15:40:34 GMT -5
[Parking Lot.]
We watch as 'Timeless' Alex Turner arrives via Uber. He's alone, which isn't usually the case, and if his face could tell a story, it would be both eagerness and contempt. As Turner power walked towards the entrance, he must endure the snide comments of Niko and Kono - collectively known as the Dark Stars.
Niko mused that Timeless was his own worst enemy, and that he was likely to have ruined the best thing he had going for him.
Kono surmised that after last show's debacle, that Primal was going to be totally 'rid' the baggage that was holding him back.
Timeless took exception to this and lunged for Kono, but Niko was ready connected with a swift roundhouse kick that caught Timeless flush. The duo then reared back and executed tandem super kicks!
WHACK!
Timeless dropped ike a ton of bricks, which lead to both members of the Dark Stars putting the boots to him.
A few moments passed before NPW security rushed to the scene to break it up. Timeless was bleeding from the mouth, and looked to be in rough shape. The Dark Stars continued to mock Timeless, challenging him to find a partner to take them on. Timeless was having trouble putting his words together, signifying that he could still be wearing some of the side effects of last week's Jesterplex, among other beatings he took after the fact.
Once security had cleared the area, they took their time and looked to check on Turner's status.
[Cut.]
[Backstage.]
Xiaolong is walking through the corridor on the way to the backstage area and runs into Blake Samuels and a cameraman.
Blake Samuels: "Xiaolong I was just looking for you."
Xiaolong: "Well you just found me."
Blake Samuels: "Tonight you face not just your toughest but tallest opponent in Ronnie Long."
Xiaolong: "When I came here from the now defunct AWF thanks to my allies The Dark Stars and Dark Novas. I promised that I wanted to face the best, tallest and the toughest opponents in NPW and tonight I continue to prove that I'm a man of my word. Ronnie Long fits into the ultimate opponent that I like to ace and that's he's tough and he is a tall opponent and one of the best."
Blake Samuels: "He's also a former world champion."
Xiaolong: "That's another reason because he's accomplished and I respect the fact that he's a former world champion. I'm also a former two time XHF Phoenix Champion so it's going to be quite an interesting match up between us."
Blake Samuels: "Are you interested in the World Championship."
Xiaolong: "My focus is only on one match and it's his match between myself and Ronnie Long."
Blake Samuels: "So you don't care about the World Championship."
Xiaolong: "I didn't say I might be interested in a world title shot but for me. Tonight I'm going to focus only on one opponent and that is Ronnie Long."
Blake Samuels: "You said you respect Ronnie Long. How much respect do you actually have for him."
Xiaolong: "I said I have plenty of respect for him as I have for all my opponents I face and this is no exception."
Blake Samuels pauses as if pondering his next question.
Xiaolong: "Is there a question you want to ask."
Blake Samuels still is pondering and Xiaolong gives him a look and hand motion to ask the question.
Blake Samuels: "Well it's a delicate question."
Xiaolong: "Okay I'm a delicate person. So what's the delicate question you wish to ask."
Blake Samuels: "You heard that Lord Dominicus left the CWA saying he's honoring his XHF contract."
Xiaolong: "Yes I heard and they say a deal's a deal. Yet he should have finished his commitments before he even came to the CWA. He should have pondered that before he even came to the CWA and then made his choice. Still he made his choice and now he has to live with it for the rest of his life."
Blake Samuels: "The NPW locker room has been outspoken about his departure."
Xiaolong: "That is the NPW locker room and I'm not going to say anything bad about him like everyone else is doing. I'm not that kind of individual Blake. I'm someone who respects rival competitors whether that stay or not. It depends on how and what they say that either keeps or loses my full respect."
Blake Samuels: "Does Ronnie Long fully fit your criteria for respect."
Xiaolong: "I already told you that he does Blake and tonight we are going to have an epic battle in the ring. The best man is going to be declared the winner and the best man is going to win. So if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way to the ring."
Xiaolong leaves.
Blake Samuels: "Xiaolong looks fired up and ready. Back to you guys."
[Cut.]
We cut to the talents part of the parking lot, in the back of the arena where we find the Revenants moving away from their stretch limo. Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, Jeff Noon and the King of Extreme, Rob Garcia. Keith and NJC seem to be discussing something. While Jeff and Rob are in their own conversation.
Rob: So you're telling me we can't sue Chode cus he won't admit I beat him and that other Chode?!
Jeff seems just as confused as we are all by what Rob is saying.
Jeff Wait… Which one is Chode?
Rob thinks on it for a minute.
Rob: Uhhh… Hmmm… Well, Lochlyns last name is Chode and he is a total Chode. And then Freak’kay is the Chud. But they're both stupid! So can I sue them?!
Jeff shakes his head, still confused.
Jeff I… Why? … What are we suing for this time?
Just then Rob notices the camera crew and rushes over to them, with Jeff following quickly behind him. Keith and Neo take notice but don't seem as interested.
Rob: Hey! Hey! Hey cameraman!!
He says as he gets up in front of the camera.
Rob: I have a huge announcement! So huge, but… I guess not big enough to announce in the ring! Cus, I want everyone to know right now!
Rob turns to Jeff with a grin and then back to the camera. Just then Keith and Neo catch up to Rob and Jeff.
Rob: I am officially 226 pounds!
He brags with excitement in his voice. Jeff, Keith and Neo clap and cheer Rob on.
Rob: Thank you, thank you! And now I am officially 1 pound away from becoming an official CruiserWeight! Somebody better put the champ on notice! Because I'm about to kick down the door to his kingdom!
Rob says with a smile.
Rob: Now if you don't mind, me and the boys gotta get ready for our matches! And who knows, maybe I'll stop by the toilet and drop a Lochlyn off and shed that 1 extra pound! Haha!
The Revenants all laugh at the extent of Lochlyn Cade and head off into the arena.
Wide angle view of the Halifax arena in Nova Scotia. Fans are excited as Northern Pro Wrestling takes over their city and televisions all across the world. The tradition of wrestling ran deep in Canada. Gus Arnold was on fire with his decisions this past year in the wrestling scene. A star studded roster with names from all over the globe had found trust in the promoter and owner of NPW. His vision had brought competition to the Great North. One man in particular, comes into focus on the screen hanging above the stage entrance. Lights in the arena dim and the fans' attention shifts to the white screen as the black scaly mask they all knew too well, appears.
The Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester.
Walking through the security area in a private entrance for talent. Jesse had no bag for check-in. He was not scheduled for the evening’s card, due to a concussion protocol that Gus Arnold had put into place for the safety of his talent. Sporting black jeans, his traditional black scaly lizard mask, and a new merch shirt with a white grungy skull wearing a barbed wire crown and the text ‘King of Violence’ painted above the logo in a blood dripping font.
Walking through the metal detector, the security guards on both sides are keeping both eyes peeled as it doesn’t go off. Jesse walks up to a double set of doors where another pair of security guards stand blocking it. All of them wearing the same black khakis and black shirts with ‘Security’ in white font on the chest. However one of the two guards at these doors has a clipboard.
Security Guard: Name?
“Jesse… Jesse Jamester.”
Looking down at the clipboard, the security guard runs through the names before we hear an audible gulp from him. Glancing at the guard on his left, who then lifts a walkie-talkie in front of his mouth.
Security Guard #2: Sierra to Bravo, we have a 4-1-2. I repeat, we have a 4-1-2 at the gate.
Narrowing his eyes, Jesse cocks his head as he glances at the second guard saying this.
Security Guard #1: Sir, we need you to step to the side while we confirm clearance.
The scaly black mask did Jesse no favors for showing his facial reactions, but in this moment his eyebrows had raised and his right fist could be heard cracking the knuckles while forming a fist. Veins running down his arms were visibly showing his patience thinning.
Non-verbal, JJ steps back, out of the way of the door entrance and no longer in front of the guards. The guard on the left glances over to his counterpart frequently, who in turn looks sideways while showing he was nervous by tapping his finger on the side of his hip.
Suddenly the doors behind the security guards open up. Out walks six Royal Canadian Mounted Police, three to a line and two rows wide. Within moments they have Jesse Jamester surrounded as the largest of them speaks up.
RCMP Commissioner: Sir, are you Jesse Fristik? Do you go by the alias Jesse Jamester?
Surveying his surroundings, Jesse nods.
Jesse: Yeah.
RCMP Commissioner: As acting Commissioner of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, I am here to inform you Mister Fristik, that you are now under arrest for aggravated assault and endangering the public with an exotic animal, and creating a hostile environment in a public space with more than fifty citizens within a hundred yards.
Slipping the cuffs from his side, the Commissioner of the RCMP stares Jesse Jamester dead in the eyes as the rest of the RCMP surrounding him ready their hands on batons at their sides.
Jesse: Is that all?
Raising his hands too quickly, Jesse sees the RCMP in action as the five men swiftly close in on him and grab his arms.
Raising his wrists with open hands to the Commissioner, Jesse’s lips curl a devious smirk through the haggard beard he sports.
Jesse: Let’s get on with it, I have things to do.
Cuffs are secured by the Commissioner. The RCMP squad escorts the Canadian Nightmare out of the special entrance he had just come through minutes ago. Before he exits though, we hear one last burst of words from his most noticeable voice.
Jesse: That Gator wasn’t exotic. It resided on my property for twenty years. Best have more than that if.. --
Disappearing out the exit door, the rest of what he says is lost to the sound of sirens outside. As the door finally shuts, the noises from outside fade out. The Canadian Nightmare had just been arrested for his actions on the previous NPW show. What did this mean for the rest of the Council of Chaos?
[Cut to commercial.]
"Square Hammer" by Ghost screams through the arena and the new NPW talent comes rushing out through the curtain with energy bursting. Raising his arms to hype the crowd, the dirty looking jeans and white tanktop shirt are accompanied by the greasy dark long hair and beard he sports. Calvin Doxson was not the biggest man, standing only 6 foot 1 inches and just shy of 220 pounds. He was a wire-y looking frame with a the forearms and biceps of a non-spinach version of Popeye. Whatever he lacked for in body frame, he made up for with enthusiasm, wasting no time with bolting down to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. Hopping to his feet, he takes to a turnbuckle and pumps his arm in the air before it drops down to a pointing finger at the audience. He thumbs at his chest and jumps down to the mat, waiting in his corner as the music fades.
A mix of Japanese music and the guitars of a metal band strike the speakers of the Halifax arena next. Walking out next was a man the NPW crowd had cheered for in the past, but tonight they had a mixed reaction. Wearing the mask of his father, a japanese style demon mask appeared with silver streaks where the mask was welded back together. From the way Takaru Matasui walks to his body language, all of it felt different than prior appearances in NPW.
Starting off with the bell, Calvin Doxson was quick to dart across the ring at Takaru. Looking to take him off guard, Calvin aimed for Takaru’s head and missed. The Red Slayer was fast on his feet, ducking the move and following it up with swift kicks to the back of Calvin’s thighs. Moving away from Takaru, Calvin rethought his strategy. Beginning to circle the ring, Calvin and Matsui were opposite one another until the lock up brought them to the center. Matasui shoves Calvin backwards, but Calvin won’t back down and fights for leverage. He gets a two steps before Takaru rips away from the grapple and shoots under Calvin’s arm to his back. Waistlock applied, Takaru pops his hips and turns, slamming Calvin on his chest in the center of the ring. With his back on his opponent, Takaru moves to the upper back, locking in a headlock on Calvin as the new NPW member tries to find a way out and up. Pushing himself backwards, Calvin squeezes his greasy hair and head out of the headlock and finds himself kneeling behind Takaru. The Red Slayer takes all of half a second to pop up to his feet and send a bullet kick to the chest of the kneeled Doxson. Heaving backwards awkwardly, Calvin holds his chest. Takaru leaps in the air and drives an elbow to the same spot his kick landed, before hooking Calvin’s leg for the pin.
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Shoulder up! Takaru immediately gets up and pulls Calvin to his feet as well. Shooting him across the ring into the turnbuckle, Takaru pursues right behind him, and delivers a climbing knee with the help of the second rope to Calvin in the corner! Takaru hooks the head of his opponent under one arm, and as his feet hit the canvas, he runs two steps forward and bulldogs the Filthy Hillbilly into the canvas like a tent spike!
Rolling him over, Takaru takes a moment and plots his next move. Calvin is dazed from the bulldog, but attempts to get to his feet. Staggering left and right as he does, Takaru kicks him in the gut, but Calvin catches it! Swinging the leg around, Takaru spins 360 degrees and Calvin clotheslines him off his feet! Calvin staggers, still not fully balanced on his feet, but gets up and grabs Takaru by the neck. Sticking Matasui’s head between his knees, he signals for a piledriver! Takaru has other plans! Back body drop to Calvin! Takaru gets back up and finds Calvin near the turnbuckle, so he pushes him into it and begins to suplex him to the top buckle. Setting Calvin in a sitting position, Takaru ascends the ropes and hooks his neck. Calvin fights back with punches, breaking the hold before Takaru could superplex him. Takaru is knocked off the ropes and into the ring with a headbutt! Calvin shakes the cobwebs, looks out at his opponent laying on his back, and leaps with an elbow drop!
Nothing but air! Takaru rolls out of the way with only a second to spare, and Calvin crashes on the canvas hard! Takaru wraps the neck of Calvin and hooks under the left arm behind the neck, setting a choke hold in! The referee checks it and says it’s legal, but Calvin is turning red in the face. The referee asks Calvin if he gives up, but there is no response as his face begins to turn blue, eyes fluttering, and Calvin within moments is motionless. Lifting the arm, the referee watches it drop and with no response calls for the bell!
Announcer: Winner of this match via submission, TAKARU MATSUI! (11:39)
Takaru lets go of the hold after the referee warns him of the decision being reversed, and gets to his feet. Looking down at Calvin Doxson’s unconscious body, Takaru Matasui’s head tilts as he takes a mental picture of what he accomplished tonight.
Exiting the ring, Takaru Matasui stops at the top of the ramp and spells out ‘J J’ with his hand before signaling to the ring. The Red Slayer has his target set and is one step closer to the match he wants. Will the Canadian Nightmare answer it? Only the NPW Authorities could answer that one.
Lochlyn Cade is seen backstage sitting at a table with a long line of kids who are looking to meet the Northern Pro Cruiserweight Champion. The Champ agreed to the meet and greet as part of a Continental Wrestling Alliance initiative to build a partnership between the new wrestling umbrella group. Lochlyn Cade’s NecroCore Media Group has helped the new company with branding and part of that is also to give the youngest fans an opportunity to meet their favorite wrestlers.
There’s a large pile of NecroCore tee shirts stacked in boxes where Vivian Rae Jade hands each kid a shirt after they receive a photo with Lochlyn and a signed 8x10. The look on Champ's face is a bit of annoyance as he typically hates these types of things. However, the extra money he’ll receive for this will help him build his NecroCore brand. It’s a give and take type of situation.
As the line begins to thin Lochlyn comes more polite and talkative with the kids. One in particular is wearing a shirt from his Reo Raijin days in Action Wrestling. Lochlyn smiles at this and brings about some fond memories of his terrorizing of J.C. Keeton.
Cade: I like your shirt kid. You’ve been a fan for a while huh?
The boy can’t be any older than twelve, maybe thirteen. He shakes his head in a negative response as he speaks.
Kid: No, I can’t stand you. My dad made me wear this cause he’s an asshole.
Caught by surprise Lochlyn looks towards the father standing a few feet away.
Kid: I’m a J.C. Keeton fan and he’s going to drown you at Tara Fenix’s Charity Cruise. I hope there’s sharks, lots of sharks.
Cade: Look kid if you like J.C. I don’t have a problem with that.
Confused, the kid looks at him unsure of what to say.
Kid: You don’t?
Cade: No, that doesn’t bother me. I mean not every kid is going to grow up knowing what it’s like to be a real man. Some of you little brats are going to be bitches like baby boy Keeton.
The situation quickly becomes an OMG moment as Vivian Rae Jade and the kid's father are caught off guard by Lochlyn’s response. The father begins to step towards the table as the Champ quickly stands to his feet.
Cade: What!? You got something to say? You got a problem with your kid being a bitch?
Vivian Rae places her hand on Cade’s chest as if motioning for him to back away from the situation. The father’s face turns into a brave kind of scared.
Father: Can’t you just sign the boys stuff and keep your mouth shut?
Lochlyn Cade takes the 8x10 he had signed and begins slowly ripping it in half. He then tosses the two separate pieces towards the kid. The father takes the arm of his kid and pulls him away from the table. The kid however takes it upon himself to take off the Reo Raijin tee shirt revealing a J.C. Keeton shirt underneath.
Cade: Kid, you’re gonna be crying when I drown that motherf…
Vivian Rae: LOCH!!!
Several Northern Pro officials are now at the table trying to calm the situation as they begin leading the father and kid from the area. The father has only one thing left to say.
Father: Rob Garcia is going to kick your ass tonight you piece of shit.
Cade: Oh, we’ll see about that won’t we. Get the hell out of sight.
It takes several moments but Lochlyn sits back at the table and signs the remaining photos as if nothing ever occurred. He’s serene as if at this moment he’s having the time of his life. Laughing and playful banter with kids and parents. It’s the Lochlyn Cade that most don’t know as of yet in NPW. Quick to fire up but also quick to calm and survey the situation around him.
"Bagi-la-m Bargan" by BIRDZ ft. Fred Leone.
The fans pop as the camera begin to pan around the arena, trying to find the owners of the theme music. In the furthest left corner of the arena, the bulking presence that is the Wombat stands and stares out at the fans before bustling through those in front. eKid Nah jumps on the spot like he was pumping himself up.
Archie Rude: And here comes the Marsupials of Mayhem.
Blake Samuels: And what an impact they’ve made in their short time in NPW. This group is on a mission.
eKid Nah high fives some fans as Kid Koala emerges, pulling Possum along by the hand as the fans let out an extra pop for the Eucalyptic Apocalypse.
Blake Samuels: And there’s Kid Koala who was the runner up in the Honor Royale and he’s ALREADY called out the winner Donzig.
Bringing up the rear is the monstrous Dropbear and the quintet make their way down to the ring. eKid Nah jumps up onto the crowd barrier and makes those upside down Westside symbols with both hands. Fans around him are already picking up on the Marsupials’ symbol and are making it back to him. Over they all go.
Archie Rude: I wonder what these guys have to say, they’re not scheduled to wrestle until later tonight.
Kid Koala grabs a microphone as he makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. The other four join him as he hands the microphone over to Possum as the music fades.
Possum: Hello ENN-PEE-DOUBLE-YOU!
The fans cheer as she waves cutely to them.
Possum: Tonight, before your very eyes not only do you see the Marsupials of Mayhem kick the Bastards asses all over Nova Scotia…
And they cheer again for Possum’s words. Dropbear seems startled by the roar of the crowd, but the plush koala he carries is pulled to his ear and seems to soothe him. The Wombat watches Dropbear with concern.
Possum: …but my boyfriend, the Bush Prophet… the Native Enigma… the Gum Nut Revolution… Kid Koala…
eKid Nah bounces up a turnbuckle and thumps his chest with a fist before making those M signs to the fans again. The Wombat claps Kid Koala on the shoulder.
Possum: …will FINALLY address you… the fans of NPW. So without further adieu, I give you… KID KOALA!
With another pop from the fans, Kid Koala holds his hand out and accepts the microphone Possum hands to him. Slowly, he raises it to his lips and clears his throat.
And then he hands it across to the Wombat.
The Wombat: Bastards! Bastards I hope you’re listening back there. I hope you’re listening REAL - DAMN - GOOD!
He moves to the ropes closest to the backstage area, pointing to the backstage area.
The Wombat: You’ve made some smartass remarks at the expense of the Marsupials of Mayhem. Made some real wise-ass comments. And I gotta tell you, the only thing you’ve successfully achieved in flapping those stupid gums of yours is PISSING - ME - OFF!
Spitting on the ground, the Wombat begins to pace the ring angrily. eKid Nah laughs and claps Dropbear’s back, only to be stared down by the behemoth and he steps off from the contact.
The Wombat: And the only thing that’s gonna make me feel better… the ONLY thing… is stomping your freakin’ heads in so hard the little brains you have will be scraped off the soles of my damn boots.
The fans cheer as the Wombat stops, soaking in their appraisal. Kid Koala sits on the ground in the corner, watching things ensue.
The Wombat: See, Rob Riot made some comments about me being the face and the brains of the Marsupials of Mayhem but you’re confused, Rob.
He taps his temple. His face twisted into anger.
The Wombat: If you had any brains at all, ROB… you’d know that the Marsupials of Mayhem don’t need a face. The Marsupials of Mayhem don’t need a brain. The Marsupials of Mayhem are an ideology in relativity. Relativity... A concept that you’ll never know until one thing happens.
He holds up one finger, raises it up into the air, then drives it hard towards the ground. Possum and eKid Nah point to the ground as well, while Kid Koala pulls himself to his feet.
The Wombat: YOU ALL… FALL… DOWN!
The fans cheer loudly as the Wombat remains pointing at the canvas with his shit-smear-make-up face snarling. And Kid Koala snatches the microphone from the Wombat, climbing the turnbuckle closest to the backstage area.
Kid Koala: You all fall down. Down, down, down! Indiscriminate we are. It’s ALL OF YOU! Down you go!
He makes a whistling noise like a bomb falling. Then a ka-boom noise. And on the ka-boom noise, eKid Nah throws himself back as though he were blown away.
Kid Koala: An explosion. No… a BIG - BANG! That’s what it is. A Big Bang. The Marsupials of Mayhem are the catalyst to your salvation. Your salvation comes. Temptation comes.
He throws his head back and howls. Dropbear throw his back and joins in on the howling. Followed by the Wombat and Possum.
Kid Koala: Temptation comes. Just ask Donzig. I am his temptation. Thy kingdom come, Donzig. Let me crown you. Let me crown. LET ME BIRTH YOU IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR OWN EMANCIPATION, DONZIG!
He stops, laughing to himself, running his hand over his koala masked head. He breathes out a deep breath.
Kid Koala: But I digress… this is surely not about the Hand of Endless Hunger… this is about feeding. This is about supplements and sustenance. This is about the Bastards. And tonight?
Cupping his free hand to his chest, Kid Koala mimics releasing a breast and squeezing it.
Kid Koala: This is about feeding the Bastards. About the Bastards suckling the teat of their creators and becoming relevant in a-
BEEP. CLICK. BEEP BEEP. CLICK.
You know what those beeps mean by now. It's the opening few seconds of "Take It Easy, Chicken," by Mansun. The Bastards have heard enough, and they're on their way!
Tradition dictates that the Bastards come through the curtains in a rusty old Ford Cortina, but they were in a rush to get here this time. Riot and Windsor stand at the front, with the imposing figure of Fowler standing behind them carrying the group's Imperial Tag Team Championships. They barely have time to acknowledge the screaming crowd before Riot holds his hands up, asking for silence. He brings the microphone up to his mouth, but Frank Windsor grabs it off him before he can speak.
Frank Windsor: None of them even have pouches! It's just two furries and a guy who looked like he got on the wrong end of a bad rim job!
Windsor turns away in disgust and hands the mic back to Riot, who winces a little.
Rob Riot: Marsupials, please excuse my friend's language. Animals aren't his strong point. Beating people up, sure. Animals, not so much. He does have a point, though. We were watching this charade in our dressing room at the back when it suddenly struck us that if these people wanted to see a freak show, they'd have bought tickets to the circus. What you smooth-brained chimps are standing in is a wrestling ring, not a big tent.
He pauses for a moment, noting the mixed response that his comments are getting from the crowd. Both factions have their own fans, and they're chanting at each other.
Rob Riot: Now, Wombat. I'm not sure if you heard yourself speak just a moment ago, but you said - you literally said - "The Marsupials of Mayhem don't need a brain." Why do I even have this microphone in my hand if you're going to do my work for me by burying yourself like that?
This time there's laughter in the crowd. Riot smirks, and passes back to Windsor.
Frank Windsor: Listen, you furry freaks. I don't know where you were going before we got out here, but it sounded like you were talking about sucking tits. You shouldn't be breastfeeding at your age, it's no good for you. Look what it did to Fowler!
Both Riot and Windsor turn to look at Billy Fowler, who scowls at Frank.
Frank Windsor: I've sucked a hundred tits in my lifetime, you perverts, but it wasn't for milk. You're not feeding us a damn thing, and if you even try I promise you it will be the only time Frank Windsor slaps a tit away in his whole life! Unless it's you, Possom. You're allowed.
We pass back to Riot, who's begun to pace around the stage.
Rob Riot: "Suckling the teat of their creators." It's a shame that the Marsupials of Mayhem don't have a brain, because if at least one of you did you'd realise that none of you are my mother. Between the brainlessness and the anger, I'd say what we have in the ring is a gang of braindead, rabid animals. And what do we do to rabid animals, Billy?
He holds the mic up so his giant friend can speak into it.
Billy Fowler: We put them down.
The Bastards start to walk toward the ring. The crowd cheers at the prospect of a physical altercation between the groups arriving ahead of schedule! The Wombat and Dropbear stand in front of Kid Koala, egging on the Bastards and keeping him out of harms way.
Kid Koala: I'm sure everybody here in Nova Scotia wants to see the Bastards and the Marsupials of Mayhem collide right here, right now...
And the fans pop loudly to echo the sentiments.
Kid Koala: I think all this talk about titties has got you a little prematurely worked up!
A roar of laughter waves over the fans as the Bastards stop in their tracks.
Kid Koala: Well before you spill your mess on the floor, and miss out on the best part of the show, ponder this, ya Bastards...
He steps between the Wombat and Dropbear, who haven't left the ropes, standing on the middle rope and beckoning to them to come hither.
Kid Koala: If you wanna die with me right now... then come and fucking die with me!
And the Bastards charge the ring, where the Marsupials step back to halfway to let them in. Rob Riot charges straight for Kid Koala. Fowler pushes the Wombat into a corner. Windsor and Dropbear begin exchanging right hands. eKid Nah stands up on a turnbuckle clapping his hands trying to get a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant started. Possum has escaped to the outside to avoid injury in the fracard.
Archie Rude: AND IT’S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!
Black Samuels: Somebody better stop this before someone gets hurt before their match!
Rob Riot whips Kid Koala into the ropes and swings with a big clothesline, but Kid Koala ducks underneath it and right before he hits the ropes on the other side he leaps and flips out of the ring, landing on his feet ringside where Possum links an arm around his waist.
Archie Rude: Whoa! Nice dismount!
The Wombat and Dropbear are both in corners as Windsor and Fowler charge but they duck between the ropes before they can be hit and their attackers pull up short before their chests hit turnbuckles. Riot collects his title belt and hands the other across to Windsor. Kid Koala has a microphone again.
Kid Koala: See… I’m not one to draw straws, boys, but tonight I’ve chosen mine. And my straw is that trios match later on tonight. And once we’ve reborn the Bastards…
Kid Koala points to something in the ring. The camera cuts to Rob Riot adjusting his Imperial Crown Tag Championship on his shoulder.
Kid Koala: …forget the titties… we’re coming for your phallic symbols.
Kid Koala does a mic drop as eKid Nah makes a gesture to his groin. Possum squeezes her breasts together then waggles a finger in the Bastards direction. The Wombat and Dropbear just stand between the others and the Bastards.
Inside the ring, Windsor and Fowler are at the ropes, beckoning for the Marsupials of Mayhem to come back in. The camera cuts as Rob Riot looks down at his Imperial Crown Tag Championship.
In a match of relatively new signings, the stage was set for these three men to use the spotlight and their opponents to launch themselves ahead of the pack. There were some heated words exchanged between the competitors in the lead up, which ultimately makes for a more competitive atmosphere for the fans to enjoy.
There were a few M.C signs in support of Havok. As well as duelling America signs and slogans in support of Scruffy and Joe's respective views of what AMERICA means to them. It's clear, they shared unique experiences, and might be on a collision course in this contest. Eddie Hook has been playing it cool, keeping things stoic and purposeful which typically screams of a man with confidence. As the fans become acclimated to these new stars, it's usually a split crowd until the competitors show their true colours, and depending on the mood and outlook of the people, they essentially anoint their chosen few.
Early in the action, Burns seemed more interested in pushing his narrative and outlook to the people, which was met with bits of laughter in jest, while others seemed mildly offended that he was clueless to the fact he was in CANADA for this contest.
Havok and Joe decided to dig into eachtoher and focus on wrestling while Burns walked around the outside with Lady Liberty by his side. Burns was playing nonchalant, but we noticed him keeping a keen eye on the action inside of the ring.
Havok and Nobody were in the corner lighting each other up with chops!
WOOOO!
Nobody executed a swift kick to the gut, and dropped Havok with a snap ddt. Nobody hit the second rope and dropped an elbow! That was Scruffy's cue to come into the ring in case a pinfall took place. Burns tried to execute a spear, but he found himself in Nobody's clutches with a front face guillotine choke! Burns was trying to pry Nobody's hands apart, but Nobody seemed to have it locked.
Havok dove into the fray and broke up the submission attempt. Havok swiftly grabbed Nobody's legs and locked him up in a texas cloverleaf! Everyone sensing it might be wise to try and end this match early. Nobody was in pain, clutching for the ropes hoping to break the hold
THWACK!!
Burns hit a yakuza kick that caught Havok clean.
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2!
Only
Havok kicked out, but held his jaw, knowing that Burns connected clean.
Nobody brought himself to his feet, and circled Burns, looking to lock up. Burns dipped, tripped and then swept Nobody. Before he could progress, Havok crept behind. and executed a reverse DDT!
Nobody ran forward with a clothesline to take Havok down a peg. Nobody went for the cover on Burns, but it was only a 2 count. Lots of attempts, but everyone was game, and nobody was ready to quit. Havok motioned for Nobody to work with him on Burns, get ahead in the contest and be well equipped to finish strong. Burns took a few shots from the duo, but then forced their heads together!
Drop-kick from Burns on Havok.
Drop-Kick from Burns on Nobody.
Airplane Spin for Havok!!
Round and round they. Burns is smiling ear to ear the whole time, but he's cut off by Nobody who drop kicked his legs, and a dizzy Havok fell on top of Burns for the cover.
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2..
NO! Kick out from Burns
Nobody bulldogs Burns!
Nobody pushed forward with a discus elbow that had bad intentions, but Havok ducked, and exploder suplex from Havok! Burns popped up, Exploder for him as well!
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2..
NO!
Burns kicks up once again.
Havok stayed on it, working the neck of Burns hoping to break him down for an opportunity to sink in a rear naked later in the contest. Havok could sense Joe creeping behind him, so he let go of the hold, rolled away and popped up to his feet with grace. Nobody rushed forward, backed Havok into the corner, and hit him with a tornado DDT. Nobody sensed he couldn't get the three count, so he decided to walk over and throw Burns out of the ring, hoping to continue his onslaught undeterred.
With Burns on the outside, Nobody picked Havok up and executed a nice looking double undertook suplex! He went for the cover.
1.
2
NO!
Havok was able to get his shoulder up.
The fans started to clap and stomp, seemingly behind Havok, hoping he could mount a comeback. Nobody was undeterred and after already securing a victory within the company, knew how sweet it felt, and also knew he could really open himself up to opportunities should he be successful in this contest.
Blindside Dropkick from Burns! He was back in the ring, and ready to fight. He and Havok excited double boots to the gut, and a DOUBLE DDT on Nobody!
Burns put his hand up for a high five, but Havok wasn't into it. Suddenly, Burns smiled, rushed and clotheslined Havok out of the ring! What a turn of events.
SNAP SUPERKICK!
WHACK! He got it all.
Burns made the cover on Nobody.
1..
2..
3!
Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, via SUPERKICK, SCRUFFY BURNS! (8:18)
The fans applauded the theatrics of Burns who exited the ring, did a lap and slapped hands with a few fans like he had just won the Super Bowl of wrestling. Lady Liberty kept pointing to him, clearly indicating she was impressed with his performance.
Eddie Havok rolled into the ring, realizing he had missed his chance at the victory. Joe Nobody was just getting to his feet, and he shoved Havok! Havok Shoved Back! It was tense between the two of them, as it seemed as though there was some unfinished business between the two stemming from this contest.
The referee got in the middle, which promoted Eddie Havok to back away. Joe Nobody was looking to keep battling, but that would have to wait for another day.
[Cut to commercial.]
[Backstage.]
Backstage in Halifax, Gus Arnold walks down the hallway with a folder of papers in his hand. The crew smiled and nodded, going about their work as they cleared out of the bosses' way. And he stopped one of the ring crew as they walked past with a bundle of cable. 'Hey, have you seen Donzig?'
The man blinked, licking his lips as he glanced around the hall. Everyone in the crew tried their best to avoid Donzig, the self-proclaimed King of the North was unpredictable, he was moody, and most of all he didn't see the crew as people. But at the same time, it was always good to know where he was. He looked down the hall, jerking a thumb with a frown. 'He's in catering, Gus. But you aren't going to like it.'
The man walked off, dragging his cable with a roll of his shoulders. And Gus watched him go, what wouldn't he like? Was there a moose in here again? He hoped no one had taken the last Cruller, that was always a disaster. He glanced at his watch, and walked off down the hall before he paused as he heard music coming from somewhere. He muttered, and picked up his pace before shoving through the door of catering.
Inside someone had erected a crowd stage with a full light set up, and a screen projecting lyrics. Karaoke? He stared around the room where some of the boys and the crew were gathered, but worst of all was on the stage was Donzig himself. He was wearing his long leather coat, and his mask as he snarled into the mic. In that slightly off key, but not entirely unpleasant singing voice of his.
'....On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all! I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers...
Gus gaped, and the crowd gave a ragged cheer as he looked around in confusion. And he turned to find himself staring at the ever present Sinclair Godfrey, who seemed quite pleased as Gus waved the folder at the stage. His voice raised over the music, and he pointed. 'What is this?'
'Barrett's Privateers? Stan Rogers? Come on, Gus. You're Canadian.'
Gus blinked, and looked around again before he gave a helpless shrug. He dropped into a chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he muttered. 'I need to talk to Donzig, Sinclair.'
....On the 96th day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight
God damn them all! I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers...
'It might be a minute, there are four more verses.' Sinclair said, staring at the stage.
Gus slumped, head lowered to the table as the song continued.
[Cut to commercial.]
Fans stood to their feet as the next match of Northern Pro Wrestling’s LIVE televised show continued on in the form of Cruiserweight action. The newly crowned North American Cruiserweight Champion had burst onto the scene and made a name for himself in short order. In only his second match, Lochlyn Cade baited the former champion Jay Stevens into defending his title. While Cade had survived and claimed victory, fans were wise to see the Promethean for the cheap nature of his win over their hero.
At Honor Fight for the Fallen, Rob Garcia would square up in a triple threat non-title match with Freakke and Lochlyn Cade. The ReVenant’s resident high flying risk taker would squeak out a victory that painted him a challenger of Cade’s championship. Now it was up to Garcia to lose the weight to compete in the Cruiserweight division. His progress was steady but he was still above the 225 pound division limit. Tonight Rob Garcia would get to test Lochlyn Cade, and no doubt, scout his future competition on this journey to gold.
"Turbo Killer" by Carpenter Brut begins to play as darkness engulfs the arena. Red strobe lights illuminate the entranceway, showing the outline of several figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.
As the music picks up, the arena lights come back to life and it's... Rob Garcia! Greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Moving down the ramp at his own pace, The ReVenant’s extremely talented Garcia, known for his innovative aerial arsenal of moves, began to inch by inch saunter down the ramp, shouting insults and flipping middle fingers to anyone brave enough to voice their displeasure.
Rob Garcia strides up the steel stairs, slowly entering the middle of the ring to pose once again while a surge of red pyro, confetti, and streamers are released. Laughing, covered in the celebratory mess, The ReVenant member takes to his corner and prepares for the match ahead.
A deep gravelly voice comes over the public address system before the music begins playing.
“He’s the Northern American Cruiserweight Champion and The Promethean of professional wrestling”
The introductory beginning of "Meet Me in the Dark" by Otherwise begins playing as the words 'Lochlyn Cade' flashes upon the giant video screen in crimson. Each letter turns brilliant white; one after another, and as the last letter turns white the name flashes between crimson and white.
Vivian Rae Jade comes out from behind the entrance curtain as she stands momentarily before pointing towards backstage. Lochlyn Cade walks out onto the stage in his familiar white and red flak jacket and hoodie with his face concealed. The North American Cruiserweight Championship is wrapped around his waist. His arms are spread out to his sides and he throws his head backwards revealing the mask he often finds himself wearing. He grabs at his jacket and opens it revealing the NecroCore Auditorium shirt underneath. At this moment the pair begin their walk towards the ring.
Once ringside he removes the jacket, hoodie, and mask, handing them to his valet Vivian Rae Jade. The two exchange a kiss before he jumps onto the ring apron and leaps over the ropes. Standing center ring he physically refuses to back down from his stance maintaining his dominance of the ring. Vivian Rae Jade stands behind him as she unsnaps the NPW Cruiserweight Championship from his waist and raises it above his head for the audience to see. She then hands it to the referee before stepping out of the ring.
The evening's bout between two unlikely opponents was set to start soon. Rob Garcia was stretching in his corner before the referee comes over and checked Garcia for weapons.Then he made his way over to Lochlyn’s corner to do a quick pat down. Before the referee gets two steps out of Cade’s corner, Garcia runs in with a clubbing blow to the Cruiserweight champion! The referee yells at him only to turn and point for the bell to be rung. This one was underway.
Garcia doesn’t bother letting Lochlyn get his jacket off as he attacks him in the corner with vicious strikes and kicks, keeping him pinned chest first to the turnbuckles. Garcia hooks Cade by the waist, his head under the arm, and delivers a fast back body drop! Staying on the champ, Garcia stomps on Cade to keep him grounded. Rushing to the nearest ropes, Rob Garcia rebounds with a snap leg drop! It looks intentionally rough, as Garcia leaves the leg across the neck. Garcia begins pulling his knee back before kicking Cade across the face with his boot! A heinous offense that painted Garcia as lacking any sort of sportsmanship.
Finding Cade slow to recover, Rob Garcia looks at the near corner and a twinkle of thought crosses his face. The ReVenant member slips out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting and flaunting as he does. Wasting time yelling at fans ringside, before flicking a pair of ‘Council of Chaos’ signs. FRANKENSTEINER! Lochlyn Cade like a cat, jumped up and pounced to the top rope, hitting the Executioner’s Rally on Garcia in a flash! Cade lands in the corner on his knees and palms as Garcia is flat on his back in the center of the ring. Lochlyn sees this and scurries over to him, hooking the leg for the pin.
1..
2..
Kick out! Cade shows his irritation but it was still early. Climbing to his feet, Cade brings Garcia with him and Irish whips him to the ropes. Cade drops down to his stomach as Garcia paces over him to the other side. Garcia comes rushing back, now looking to catch Lochlyn in a mistake. Cade leap frogs Garcia -- DROPKICK by Garcia in mid-air! Cade drops on the spot to his back, as the feet of Garcia hit their target in the form of Cade’s chest. Garcia sneers a cocky smile as he stands back up.
Standing over Lochlyn briefly, Garcia brings him back up to his feet by the neck. Slapping Cade across the face, Garcia says something that isn’t picked up on audio, but one could suggest was not a compliment. Hooking the arm over his shoulder and the other arm between the legs, Garcia pops his hips and throws Lochlyn over his head with a T-Bone suplex! Cade flies across the ring, rolling towards the furthest corner. Sitting with his back to the bottom turnbuckle, Cade looks out of it.
Garcia gets up, proud of this systematic destruction he was displaying on the NA Cruiserweight Champion. Some nights, guys felt it, and tonight was one of those nights for Rob Garcia. Stalking towards the corner opposite of the fading champion, Rob steps back out on the apron. This time, Rob grabs the top rope as he lines up Lochlyn in his sights straight across the ring from him. Jumping from the apron to the top rope, Rob Garcia springboards through the air with intentions of a cross-ring dropkick! SUPERKICK! How?! WHAT?! Lochlyn Cade bursts to his feet with a moment’s notice, throwing a blind superkick into the air at the incoming Garcia - landing his boot on the bottom of Garcia’s chin!
Both men are down… It took Cade all he could muster to pull the kick off. Garcia was still, no motion as the referee counted both men down. The ten count was not seen often in Northern Pro, but these two were pushing each other and pulling out all the stops tonight. Around the six count, Lochlyn uses the ropes to pull himself up to his base, stopping the referee’s count. Cade picks Garcia off the mat and leans him against the ropes.
Garcia shoots a wild jab that Lochlyn dodges. Cade rattles him on the ropes with a stiff european uppercut! Using the momentum of the move, Cade whips Garcia towards the far ropes, rebounding back towards the champion, Garcia goes for a clothesline! Cade squats and scoops up the ReVenant -- dropping him with a samoan drop! Rolling over, Cade hooks the leg for the pin.
1..
2..
3-
Shoulder up! Shooting it off the mat, Garcia shows he’s not out of this one just yet. Lochlyn rises and brings Garcia to a stand shortly after. Grabbing his neck, Cade hooks it and swings left, swinging neck breaker! Garcia slips out and back slides the Promethean into a pin!
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2..
Kickout! Cade rolls to his knees, Garcia is fast to get to his feet. Cade looks surprised by the reversal but even more so by the sight of Rob Garcia running at him -- LIGHTS OUT FOR HARAMBE! NO! Cade ducks the running knee to the face and springs to his feet behind Garcia. Backflip kick - pelee - to the face of a turning Garcia! Rob is rocked, but doesn’t fall down. Instead Rob looks like he is out on his feet, teetering in place.
Lochlyn doesn’t wait and runs to the closest turnbuckle. No movement wasted in each step, Lochlyn leaps to the top turnbuckle and walks the rope in front of the dazed ReVenant. Executing a signature ropewalk somersault plancha on Rob! The move sends Garcia backwards to the point that he tumbles between the middle and bottom rope to the outside ring area. Seeing that Garcia was now out of the ring, the referee warns Lochlyn to stay in the ring as he begins the count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Rob is grabbing at the steel steps near him, using them to find his footing.
5!
6!
7!
Garcia is on his feet, back to the ring. Referee leans through the middle and top ropes to warn him of a count out. Topé Suicida from Lochlyn Cade! Garcia uses his own momentum though and throws Cade into the barricade with a sickening thud! The referee yells at the two men, showing his frustration for their lack of following orders. Garcia shakes his head before flicking off the referee. Grabbing the crumbled up Cade at the barricade, Garcia heaves him to the ring apron. Cade looks thrashed, no sign of life as he lays face down with his left arm dangling at his side, his right arm awkwardly on the ring apron. Garcia shoves Cade into the ring and climbs the apron.
Slingshotting himself over the top rope and rolling his full body weight onto Cade! The ReVenant member was showing off a quicker pace and more fluid style of his wrestling arsenal than he had before in NPW. Was the weight loss that big of a factor or was it his confidence in proving to the Cruiserweight Champion that his time with the gold was coming to an end? Garcia rolls off Cade to his feet, flexing his chest muscles with arrogance oozing from him.
Turning his focus back to Cade, Garcia leans over and mouths something to him before grabbing him by the hair and pulling Cade to his feet. Garcia swiftly kicks the left knee, sending Cade staggering as he loses balance. Garcia with a kick to the back of the right hamstring, and Cade caves to his knees. Smacking his own knee, Garcia nods as he points two fingers like a fun back at Lochlyn. Garcia grabs a fist full of hair yanking Cade’s head up to make him look into Garcia’s eyes. The imagery of the two men nose to nose is what bully posters in high school were made of -- POKE TO THE EYES! Lochlyn blinds Garcia and quickly wraps him in a small package near the ropes! The referee slides into position!
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2..
Cade uses his foot and hooks it under the bottom rope for leverage to keep the small package locked in!
3!
Bell sounds just as Rob Garcia and Lochlyn Cade burst apart from the small package. Lochlyn rolling out of the ring as quickly as he can, while Garcia looks at the referee with shock in his eyes, holding his fingers up to show two, but the referee holds up three fingers back at him. Lochlyn Cade walks backwards with a slump in his upper body, showing the fight he had to endure tonight with Rob Garcia took it’s toll on him.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, LOCHLYN CADE! (14:57)
Garcia’s shock turns to anger as he sees the bottom rope shaking. He turns his attention from the referee to Lochlyn Cade who is now halfway up the ramp, now holding his Cruiserweight Championship that a ring crew member brought to him. Rob Garcia stands on the middle rope, leaning over the top, pointing to Cade’s championship and then gesturing that he’ll be wearing it around his waist.
[Catering.]
Meanwhile back in catering, Gus Arnold is still sitting at the table. His head in his hands, staring down at his papers as the karaoke continues. And the room is crowded with a small watching crowd, and it is clearly a party. But Gus was looked annoyed as he dragged a huge hand across his face as Sinclair appeared at his side once more. He muttered, frowning up at her. 'Did you tell him I am waiting to speak with him?'
'He says he will be right over!' Sinclair smiled helpfully, gesturing with her cup as she glanced around.
Meanwhile, Donzig continued to sing off key on the stage in that odd raspy voice of his.
....Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you
Yeah, if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you...
The song ended, and Donzig handed the mic off to one of the NPW jobbers before he stepped from the stage. He swept through the crowd, spreading his hands as his masked head tilted to stare at Gus. Gus stared back at him, shaking his head as Donzig dropped into the chair across from him. He leaned back, and Sinclair handed him a bottled water before he spoke. 'Gus! Gus! That last song was for you, a little Anne Murray.'
'Who?'
'Anne Murray? The Canadian Songbird?' Gus stared, looking confused. Donzig hissed, and shrugged as he lowered the bottle. 'She is a national treasure, Gus. She sang O, Canada at the first Blue Jays game? She carried the flag at the 2010 Olympics?'
Gus stared, and Donzig shook his head.
'She's a member of the Order of Canada, and the Order of Nova Scotia?'
'How? Why do you know that?' Gus snapped, and Donzig started to answer before Gus waved a hand at him. He slapped open his folder, flipping through the papers before he leaned back with a frown. 'Nevermind! Nevermind I don't want to know! I just want to know who you want to face with your contract, that is all I want. And then you can go back to whatever this is!'
Donzig glanced at Sinclair, and he leaned back in his chair. Holding the water bottle as he lifted a single finger to tap against his mask, clearly thinking before he shrugged. 'Gus, Gus, Gus. I can't possibly make such a big decision on the fly like this. I need a moment to think, maybe after my next set.'
Gus gritted his teeth, staring as Donzig as he sat there with the water bottle. Then he snapped his folder shut, grumbling. 'How can you even drink that when you are wearing a damned mask!'
Clyde, the masked behemoth and known ally to Jesse Jamester is seen lumbering backstage near catering when a stagehand comes running up with a plate in their hands. The stage hand stops Clyde and offers it to the giant.
Stagehand: "Mr. Clyde Sir, this is for you."
Clyde turns his head to the stage hand and then to the plate. Clyde lifts the contents off the plate revealing a cookie with chocolate chips assorted on it in the shape of a smiley face. Clyde turns to the stagehand confused for a second when a loud cracking of steel on flesh as Neo James Carner enters the scene wielding a steel chair in hand and the bodyguard Mason Murdock in tow. Clyde falls down to a knee as he is still clutching the cookie but crushes it in his massive hand's grip.
Stagehand "Sorry Clyde! That's just the way the cookie crumbles!"
Neo tees off again whacking Clyde again in the shoulder this time sending the masked monster down to the floor.
Stagehand "You see Mason! That's HOW you DO something! How you ACTUALLY do something! You guys are like the same size yet here I AM doing YOUR job! So sorry Clyde to turn this mauling into an educational lesson but you big fucks are dumb as fuck as I'm sure you're well aware!"
Neo says, throwing a swift kick into Clyde's ribcage.
Stagehand "I don't like getting my hands dirty with the help, really it should be you and my beasty going head to head in a kaiju battle but alas, good help is hard to find."
Neo says spitting down on the ground in front of Mason and then sends another rattling smack of the chair down into Clyde's sternum. Neo brushes his hair out of his face and tosses the chair down onto the ground.
Stagehand "You tell your boss Jesse the HIT is still out! You help him again and next time I'm leaving with pieces of you with me! This is war and there's going to be casualties!"
Neo turns his attention to Mason.
Stagehand "And you ya big silent fucking dollar store Voorhees, we're getting Roy down here and we're going to figure out why the hell you're broken! Tired of this lazy shit, I'm not gonna be made a fool anymore!"
Neo barks out as he and Mason saunter off the scene.
Xiaolong made his entrance first, the flames and the green bodysuit making him look like some kind of hero out of a cyberpunk action-hero. The reaction was mixed - Xiaolong’s had a long history and a couple of turns, and the fans weren’t quite sure how to take him at the moment. The reaction when “Grave Digger” by Blues Saraceno started playing, however, was overwhelmingly positive. Fighting the good fight and without anyone else’s shadow falling over him, Ronnie Long’s on a career upswing at the age of 46.
Long doffed his trench coat and hopped down from the turnbuckle. Xiaolong stood in the ring, still as a statue, staring him down. The fans got louder as Long took a few steps forward, looming over Xiaolong. Xiaolong was the first one to blink - he threw a roundhouse kick to the midsection, then erupted into a whirlwind of strikes. Kicks to the thighs, kicks to the waist, kicks to the upper arm, hand strikes to the chest and face, and a spinning back thrust kick sent Long staggering across the ring where he collapsed, sitting on the bottom rope. Xiaolong bolted forward and jumped high, connecting with a hesitation dropkick that sent Long backwards out of the ring, Xiaolong only saving himself by hanging onto the top rope. Before the bigger man could get to his feet, Xiaolong launched himself over the top rope with a pescado, landing across Long’s torso.
Uninterested in an outside brawl with Long, Xiaolong threw him into the ring under the bottom rope. He waited to see Long start to stand, then bolted to the top rope, howled, and leaped off with the Flying Dragon, sending Long head over heels! Xiaolong quickly tried a double leg pinfall, but Long pushed him off in two. As Long got to his knees Xiaolong threw some kicks to the chest.
Long dropped his guard to block one of them, intercepted the next, stood while holding onto the leg before using it to lift Xiaolong into the air and spike him back to the mat in a standing spinebuster! Trying for a quick finish, Long pulled Xiaolong up by the hair and tried to muscle him into powerbomb position. Xiaolong realized the danger and twisted loose, rolled between Long’s legs and threw a high kick. Long ducked, and as Xiaolong turned around Long grabbed him by the neck, tossed him into the corner like a sack of potatoes and leveled him with a knife edge chop as he bounced out!
The fans went nuts as Long shook the sting out of his chopping hand. Having seen what damage Xiaolong could do given space to work, Long was keeping things in close as he landed some solid elbows to the chest to knock Xiaolong back into the corner. Alternating left arm chops and elbow smashes, concluded with a standing right clothesline in the corner sent Xiaolong gasping to the ground. Long, surely only being helpful, lifted him back up, set him on the top rope, landed another elbow, and then delivered a second rope superplex! He rolled over into the cover.
One…
TWO…
no, Xiaolong got the shoulder up.
Long pulled Xiaolong back to his feet and sent him for a ride on the Irish whip. He threw the Western Lariat. Xiaolong ducked, didn’t straighten back up and left the ring through the middle ropes, turning back with a springboard forearm clothesline that clipped Long on the back of the head, doubling him over! From his back Xiaolong threw a palm strike to straighten him back up, and then a leg sweep to take him to the mat. He followed with a jumping moonsault, right into a pin!
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2..
3-No!
Long two count! He quickly moved into an armlock, twisting Long’s arm up over his shoulder, putting torque both on the shoulder and the wrist joint. On commentary, Blake Samuels noted that he was targeting Long’s lariating arm. Long began rallying to his feet, but just as he got to them, Xiaolong hopped up on his shoulders and took him over with a sunset flip into a bicep slicer!
Long let out a scream of pain as the ref went to check on him. Powering up, he tipped Xiaolong over backwards into a pin! ONE… and Xiaolong was out, but lost the hold. He fired off some more kicks, this time aiming for the upper arm, before laying a brutal one into the back of Long’s head.
It earned him a death glare from Long.
Most NPW fans who remembered Ronnie Long knew him from his days in DEFIANCE. Those that remembered his really old work, however, knew what this meant. Things were about to go straight the fuck down.
Xiaolong, seeing the headkick didn’t help, went back to the arm with a step-over armbar. Long stood, lifting Xiaolong with him. He pulled the man into a fireman’s carry then, with a half squat, he pressed him overhead before depositing him over the top rope! Not done, he pointed at Xiaolong outside the ring, then at the far side of the ring, his eyes wide, some fans already going nuts and the others getting louder.
As Xiaolong slowly got to his feet outside the ring, Long ran the far side of the ropes to build steam, and swan dived over the top rope, completely clearing it, knocking Xiaolong flat like a bowling pin before crashing himself into the ringside barrier.
As the fans lit it up with a ‘Holy Shit!’ chant, Long threw Xiaolong back into the ring, followed him in, sent him off the ropes, and as he rebounded, hit him with the tilt-a-whirl gutbuster. With Xiaolong doubled over, it was easy business to hook him at the waist, lift him up and drive him into the mat with the Extension Powerbomb! One… TWO… THREE.
Long got up, and collapsed to one knee, nursing his head, whether it be from Xiaolong’s buzzsaw kick, the crash into the guardrail, or both. Shaking it off, he hit the turnbuckle and spread his arms, before turning to Xiaolong, who was just stirring. Long looked down at Xiaolong, and offered him a handshake. Xiaolong stared back at him - or at least seemed to, his face inscrutable behind his mask. But after several seconds of hesitation, he took it. Long pulled Xiaolong up to his feet and clapped him on the shoulder. The masked man nodded, then turned and left the ring while Long continued his victory celebration.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, via Extension Powerbomb, RONNIE LONG! (11:10)
[Catering, Again.]
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone...
Sinclair Godfrey stood on the stage, singing as the crowd swayed along with her. But of course, her eyes were on one person. Also much like Donzig she had a surprisingly pleasant singing voice. Though she was not raspy or off key, and she leaned closer to the mic with a smile for the watching NPW crew.
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you
I'm with you, yeah, yeah...
'Should I wait for the song to be over?' asked Gus politely as he looked to Donzig who was still holding his water bottle, and he only glanced at the stage before he shrugged.
'Why? She always does this. Some sad, emotional song.' Donzig waved a hand, turning back to Gus. 'I think she is hung up on someone, but I am not sure who. What was it you wanted to talk about?'
Gus and several of the staff stared at Donzig clearly dumbstruck and confused. Donzig tilted his head, glancing back at the stage before he looked back to Gus as he seemed to ignore who Sinclair was singing to.
'I wanted to know who you were thinking of using your contracted title shot on.' Gus said, flipping open his folder as he looked for a pen. Donzig leaned back, head tilting as his fingers tapped against the table before he shook his head with a snort.
'So many options? I mean it could be Steve Awesome, or it could be Dominicus, or maybe even Lynx. I could very well find a partner and challenge for the tag team titles!' Donzig mused, a hand lifting to tap his fingers against his mask. He was deep in thought, stroking his chin before he leaned forward to look at Gus. Gus tapped his pen against the paper. 'But who knows, eh?'
Gus grunted, and the song came to an end. He looked back to Donzig, the pen pausing in it's tapping. 'I'd like to know. I'd also like to know what this is?'
He waved a big hand at the crowd and the karaoke before he watched Sinclair settle down beside Donzig. He nodded at her, and Donzig tilted his head before looking back to Gus as he reached up to pull off his mask. He sat it on the table, and stroked his beard before he gave a flick of his hand. 'Perhaps I am in a good mood and this is a celebration, or perhaps I am merely showing the extent of my power by having a karaoke party in the face of my enemies.'
Gus arched a brow, staring before Donzig shrugged his shoulders. And he leaned closer, and smiled that awful smile of his. 'Or maybe I am just trying to make them think I am crazy so they underestimate me, eh? But of course, Gus? I just might be crazy.'
He leaned back again, and then a murmur went through the room as someone came inside. Gus Arnold blinked, and the Revenants came through the crowd to approach the table. Donzig slid to his feet, scowling as Sinclair rose behind him. Keith Williams glowered before he stepped ahead of the others to approach them. He flicked a glance at Gus, and then slammed a hand down on the table as he spoke. 'Donzig! You son of a bitch! You bastard!'
'You magnificent asshole!' snapped Donzig, and then the pair of heels did an elaborate handshake which left Gus speechless. And then Donzig repeated the proceess with Neo James Carner, and Rob Garcia. Gus looked between them all, and then he lifted his hands in annoyance as Donzig shrugged. 'Excuse me, Gus, I have to do a set with my dear friend, Keith.'
Gus Arnold like most of the people in the CWA was perplexed by the love hate relationship between the Great White Terror and the Scourge, and he waved for them to proceed as he slapped the folder shut. 'You know you may want to get ready for your match!'
If you want to talk about two factions who have turned heads in a short amount of time, it would be these two. The Bastards have been all they were sold to be from the moment they signed their contracts. In a short period of time, Rob Riot and Frank Windsor climbed their way through the tag team rankings which earned them the championship opportunity they had been chasing.
They say the cream rises to the top, and The Bastards did just that. Rob Riot was able to put the finishing touches on a brilliant performance and stamp The Bastards as the top tag team in Northern Pro Wrestling.
The story wouldn't be complete without speaking about Kid Koala and his valiant march through the Honor Royal, outlasting many of Northern Pro's finest competitors. For an encore, Koala made the most of his performance and with Gus Arnold's permission, was able to compete for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships later in the evening. Koala was up against it, having worked at a fast pace earlier in the evening, but his heart and determination wouldn't allow him to slow down. While Koala didn't factor into the decision, he made many memories and lasting moments during the match which seem to have management convinced that he's a budding superstar.
Now that we are starting to learn a little more about the Marsupials of Mayhem as a whole - we know they aren't all built the same - but they certainly have the pack mentality down to a Tee. Dropbear seems ready to fight at the drop of a dime, especially if his mentor Kid Koala is in trouble. Wombat is an impressive figure, with poise, power and the attitude to do big things.
How would these two team fair against one and other? It was something that the wrestling world had been dying to find out.
As the action got underway, the fans seemed to be relatively split as to who they were cheering for. But the good thing is, they were active. They weren't sitting on their hands, so they were ready have the action get started.
We witnessed Dropbear's debut, as he started the match against Billy Fowler. The two big men colliding in the ring was like witnessing two semi-trucks smashing into each other on the freeway. Fowler wasn't intimidated and took the fight to his 'strange' opponent. Fowler hammered away, and Dropbear smiled...seemingly enjoying the conflict. Dropbear ducked a punch, irish whipped Fowler and caught him with a big boot! Fowler stumbled and tried to cover up, as he smothered some of DropBears impending punches. Fowler is no souch in the power department, and fired back after playing some defence.
DB went for a takedown, but Fowler caught him and refuse to give his neck back. Fowler leaned back to apply pressure on this front face sleeper he was attempting. But the two big men landed near the ropes and a break was issued by the referee.
Fowler stomped away at his foe, before picking him up and whipping him into their corner. A Tag to Riot followed, and the crowd cheered. Fowler whipped DB into the ropes and a double clothesline followed! Riot picked DB up, ran with a headlock and executed a tornado bulldog! Then it was time to hit the mat, with the bigger man down, Riot could be in his world where he excels. KK and Wombat were on their side of the ring cheering their teammate on.
Riot took the mount position, before swiftly transitioning to side control and started to work for a head and arm choke from top position. DB squirmed and fought and was able to sweep and scramble to a neutral position before making a dive towards his corner to get out of danger. A quick touch of KK's hand, and he was the legal man.
If you want to talk about wrestling, these two put on an absolute show for the fans. Koala was able to match Riot at every turn. Whenever it looked like he might be in trouble, Koala would reverse, or get away a split second before Riot could fully take advantage. After flipping out of a german suplex attempt, KK hit the second rope and nailed Riot with a dropkick!
A deep arm drag followed, and with control, KK tried to extend the elbe with a cross arm breaker, but Riot stacked him, picked up KK and drove him to the mat! What an exchange. Riot took control finally, and tried to were KK down, thinking this was in his best interest. Keep the flyer grounded, and impose your will.
Riot pushed KK back into Bastard territory and tagged Windsor into the match. The Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions worked a double back elbow strike, before Windsor took KK down with a snap DDT. Windsor looked back to his old form, having dropped tons of weight since signing his contract with NPW.
Windsor hit KK with a running power slam which resulted in a near fall, but the fiesta Koala was able to kickout. Windsor leaned on KK with a reverse chinlock, trying force his opponent to carry his weight. The fans seemed to get behind the free spirited KK, stomping their feet, hoping he would fight back against his bigger opponent. Struggling to get to one knee, then up, elbows to the gut followed. KK took Windosr's wrist, twisted it, hit the ropes, launched himself, twisted and shook Windsor free in spectacular fashion.
WHAM!
Superkick!
KK dove to his corner, and tagged Wombat!
Wombat was on fire, lefts and rights, irish whip, back drop to windsor! The fans were into it, knowing the stakes involved in the contest.
Suddenly, a stunned silence fell over the arena.
[Mormo.]
[Moloch.]
[The KGB Death Squad.]
These men were massive, menacing and clearly there to carry out orders from their leader - Donzig!
Donzig and Kid Koala had exchanged heated words leading up to this event, so one would surmise they were out there to send a message. Mormo yanked Koala off of the apron and launched him into the guardrail!
Dropbear saw red, and went right for Mormo, but Moloch caught him and took him to the arena floor hard with a spinebuster.
Wombat was inside of the ring, he left Windsor, and jumped off the apron with a clothesline that took Moloch out! The fans rejoiced!!
Mormo went for Wombat, and it was a slugfest! Left, right.
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOO!
Kid Koala showed heart, and used the guardrail to launch himself and executed a superman punch to Mormo!
Dropbear took Moloch down, and started to punch away!
The referee couldn't hold back his count any longer, and to call for a Countout!
The Marsupials didn't seem to care, as they were clicking on the outside, fighting Donzig's men off with passion. Eventually, the big men started to retreat, and not soon enough, because Rob Riot, Frank Windsor and Billy Fowler exited the ring and stood alongside of the Marsupials in an unexpected turn of events! The six men that just battled in the ring stood unified against the KGB Death Squad! As big as they were, they knew that it was time to go, and that they were able to make their message loud and clear.
The biggest travesty is that the Trios Match was unable to playout to its full potential. But something tells me that these two factions are liable to clash again, as there is only room for one team at the very top.
Koala, DB and Wombat nodded to the Bastards, as if to say that their battle helped forged more respect in the moment than they had initially coming into the contest. Things are looking up for everyone involved in this contest.
The final shot is of the groups respecting the referee's decision to call the bout when he did, but also jointly infuriated with Donzig's men ruining their showcase.
Neo James Carner sits on a crate, his hands tightly clasped together as he stares out the loading bay door. There's the hustle and bustle of wrestling stage hands and trucks scurrying along as Neo sits. He is flanked by Mason Murdock, his giant bodyguard who hasn't exactly done much in the form of body guarding lately.
NJC: "Said he would be here...He said you'd be a decent body guard too but alas, here we are...he's late and you're no good at body guarding."
Neo says with a chuckle.
NJC: "Should have known I couldn't have trusted Roy. The ReVenants aren't about that spooky shit and this is my reward for even bothering."
Neo says chucking a wad of paper onto the ground he crumpled up moments before.
Roy: "My, my. My ears are ringing with the sweet sound of compliments."
Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe saunters into frame snickering as Neo quickly pops up to a vertical base.
NJC: "You! I paid you a lot of money for this piece of shit bodyguard and he doesn't do anything of the sort. He doesn't guard, he's just a useless body! He doesn't escort me to the ring! He doesn't do anything! You've made me look like a damn fool over the past month and this will not stand! No longer! Need I remind you what The ReVenants did to you when we first debuted!? We crushed you and we'll kindly do it again!"
Neo spits out all the vile bile and venom he has stored inside of himself. Roy's face is serious but cracks as he starts a menacing laugh.
NJC: "You think this is some kind of JOKE!?"
Roy: "It is! It's ALL a joke! You! Neo James Carner, the world's self proclaimed most self important narcissist finally...finally being put into his place. For too long I've watched you scurry along and make a fool out of wrestling! For too long The ReVenants have made a feast out of my famine. You guys put me on the shelf and my grand plan for revenge? To make you look like a complete and utter fool! You wanna know why nobody has claimed the bounty on Jesse Jamester?"
Neo's brow begins to furrow.
Roy: "That's right Sunshine! Mason Murdock isn't ringside with you because he's watching Jesse Jamester's back without his knowledge! You wanna know why? Because THIS IS MY REVENGE!"
Suddenly Mason Murdock comes to life like a leviathan that he truly is and begins throwing powerful clubbing blows into Neo's spine, beating him down onto his knees.
Roy: "A remote controlled bodyguard? How daft have you become Neo? Keith Williams in the main event and you can't even get booked. I must say, it's not exactly how I pictured my revenge going but this is how I envisioned it ending."
Roy says gesturing to Mason to lift Neo up, the massive monster grabs Neo around the throat and hoists him up to a forced vertical standing position.
Roy: "I want you to remember this Neo, I want you to remember where you are and where The ReVenants aren't. See a pack of wolves worry about hierarchy and making sure they fill their own bellies before the needs of its weakest member. That's you, you're the runt of the litter."
Roy gives a slap on Neo's cheek.
Roy: "Darkness is control, and I control the darkness that's inside of Mason. You? You a non-believer could never possess the powers of possession that I have. You buy and sell yourself like a whore. You can't buy darkness, the true sorrow is the horrors of this world and the next ...."
Roy slowly steps back and turns away.
Roy: "are here to destroy you."
Roy snaps his fingers and Mason choke slams Neo James Carner right through the crate he started this segment sitting on. The crate explodes into a pile of splinters. Roy tosses the remote control at the floor next to Neo and motioned to Mason to come along as the two slowly skulk off. Referees and medical staff fly onto the scene and begin pulling Neo from the wreckage.
[Where Else?]
[Catering.]
....Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
Give love give love give love give love give love...
Despite himself, Gus found himself nodding along with Sinclair and the Revenants as the unexpected duo of Keith Williams and Donzig tore the house down. The crew and scattered jobbers were clapping along with the song. The pair were back to back, and just belting it out. Gus was speechless, as the two most evil men in the entire CWA were rocking it out to the classic.
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the (people on streets) edge of the night
And loves (people on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure...
The place erupted in cheers as the song ended. Donzig and Keith Williams bumped fists, and then Keith headed off with the waiting Revenants. Donzig threw a wave to the crowd, sliding from the stage to walk back over to the table. He nodded at Sinclair, and dropped down in his chair before his gaze settled on Gus once more. Gus grumbled, clearly trying to get back on track as he looked around the room before he shrugged. 'So did you decide anything yet?'
Donzig snorted, fingers dragging through his wild beard before he leaned back in his chair with a faints smile. 'Oh, I don't know, Gus. Maybe, I will--'
Sinclair leaned in suddenly, hand on Donzig's shoulder as she whispered in his ear. Then Donzig turned to face her, nodding before his hand snapped out to reclaim his mask. He lifted it again, dragging it into place over his face before he slid to his feet. 'I have a match to prepare for Gus, you will excuse me.'
Gus stammered, eyes widening as he slammed a huge hand down on the folder as Donzig swept for the door. Sinclair gave him a shrug, mouthing 'sorry' before she followed after Donzig. Gus slumped back in his chair, shaking his head before he finally rose to his feet. 'Somedays I could honestly strangle him.'
[Drumroll.]
[Cut.]
Lights in the arena dim, as a heavy drum and bass guitar strums a melody through the arena. Red and white spotlights above the stage entrance scatter along the stage and aisle to the ring before the menacing Donzig appears before the NPW audience. Receiving a mixed reaction, the Scourge of Northern Pro Wrestling was looking for his taste of retribution tonight against the man who won the four way match at Honor Fight for the Fallen and captured the Openweight Championship. While gold eluded Donzig in the Canadian wrestling company, he was not without some form of compensation for his hard work. Winning the Honor Royale, Donzig was now the only member on the NPW roster who had a guaranteed shot at any championship he desired.
Donzig took his time walking the aisle to the ring. A red hue of lights painted the ring a horror-esque scene as Donzig slid under the bottom rope and took his place in the center of the ring. Imposing an intimidating appearance as the menacing mask of Donzig was highlighted in red, taking on a devilish appearance. The music fades.
"Full of Regret" by Danko Jones blasts through the arena as fans pop up to get a good view of the freshly crowned NPW Openweight Champion’s entrance. All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting his name. Some however are finding harmony in the hate-Awesome camp and show it vocally.
Half the Crowd: "AWE-SOME!"
Other Half of Crowd: “SUCKS!”
Half the Crowd: "AWE-SOME!"
Other Half of Crowd: “SUCKS!”
Fans: "RE-GRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
The lights in the arena dazzle and burst to life as they begin to flash green and black spotlights all throughout the arena and down on the ring to the beat of the music. Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones. Dressed in his black leather jacket with green trim and frills hanging off in various locations, topped off with his signature aviator glasses and perfectly placed hair - the “Face of the Franchise” was in rare form as he made his way down to the ringside area.
Once the guitar starts soloing, Steve steps through the ropes, pausing as he looks back at the crowd over the top of his aviators, hand raised up to his eyebrows scanning the crowd before pointing to a fan ringside. He leaps down out of the ring, takes off the aviators, placing them on the little ‘Awesome’-fan he sees wearing his signature T-shirt sold everywhere online. Steve Awesome proceeds to hit on the kid’s mom, before he decides to slide into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket, before he spins around and drops into a kneel. Steve Awesome flexes his arms with biceps and chest muscles popping and veins accentuated under the hue of lights on the ring. Steve Awesome gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him, and he flexes the hips one more time, winking at the ladies in the front row. Music fades.
The recent events of Honor Fight for the Fallen were only a few short weeks removed from this encounter. Steve Awesome secured his first NPW Championship with a pinfall over ‘D’, in a last minute gut buster of a back-and-forth with Donzig. Tonight the Openweight title was not the prize, no, it was the pride of two men who appear to need closure on who really was the better man. For Donzig, that teeth clenching question had to be driving him mad. Yet at the same time, Donzig had the golden ticket to cash in any time he felt like challenging for a NPW Championship. This had to sit uneasily with Steve Awesome, who knew the manipulative history of the Scourge, Donzig. Following the referee’s checking of both men, a quick briefing of the ref’s rules and what he wanted, the bell is signaled for and dings, we are underway!
Steve Awesome fluffs his feathered hair, looking calm, cool, and collected. Donzig points across the ring at Steve, before redirecting that same finger to a cutting motion across his neck. The two men did not share a mutual respect for one another, that much was clear. Donzig takes the fight to Awesome and goes straight for him, throwing his arms up to lock up.
Awesome looks unimpressed but entertains this decision and moves towards the center of the ring. As the two meet -- KICK! Donzig drives a boot into Awesome’s midsection, forcing Steve to heel over. Donzig clubs the back of Awesome once and Steve bolts up and walks away briskly as a result. Donzig doesn’t give him much space though, and immediately unleashes a right fist to the turning opponent. Awesome stutter steps from the impact and jabs back at Donzig’s mask, the two trading blows in the early going.
Donzig goes for an Irish whip to Awesome! Quickly countered as Steve puts the brakes on and reverses the momentum, bringing Donzig into his swinging arm — CLOTHESLINE! Donzig hits the canvas and rolls away from Awesome, before returning to his feet. Awesome is on him like flies on a public commode, clubbing away at Donzig’s back with forearm attacks. Awesome grabs Donzig by the back of his neck and slams his head into the turnbuckle, showing him each it up close and personal. Donzig elbows Steve in the ribs and slips behind him, hooking his waist to deliver a German suplex!
Awesome rolls through the impact to his knees and Donzig is already up and headed in his direction. Steve can do little but protect his movie star face with both arms, as Donzig cross checks him with his whole body! Awesome and Donzig roll towards the ropes. Donzig now unleashing a barrage of punches to Steve’s forehead. Awesome throat chops him and stands up. Feeling the air leave his windpipe, Donzig is slow to recover and this allows Steve Awesome to execute a hammerlock backdrop on the Scourge. Hooking the leg, Steve goes for a pin.
1..
2..
Kick out! Awesome looks unimpressed as he reaches for Donzig’s mask and begins to pull him to his feet by it. Double punch to the gut by Donzig! Awesome staggers backwards, Donzig sprints at Steve and grabs him by the arm, pulling him into a clutched bearhug before popping his hips and sending Steve sailing through the air behind him!
Suddenly the camera stops focusing on the match and is instead focused on the crowd. Specifically, the tunnel on the right side of the fan section that leads to the floor seats near ringside. It’s….
[The Marsupials of Mayhem.]
Dropbear, Kid Koala, the Wombat, Possum and eKid Nah are seen making their way towards the ringside area with a plethora of concession foods in their arms. Nachos, popcorn, hotdogs, a bucket of wings, tacos, and refreshments are plenty visible as they find their way to the front row on the right side of the ring. Taking their seats, the Marsupials kick back - Kid Koala with his feet on the guard rail, Dropbear taking up two seats, Possum crouched on a chair, eKid Nah facing backwards, and the Wombat near the end of the row trying to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in his mouth.
Donzig and Steve Awesome trade punches near the corner. It’s Donzig who gets Awesome with a kick to the knee, affording him the advantage to lock Steve’s head and plant him with a DDT. Donzig grabs the ropes, pulling himself up before taking two steps and driving a knee into the forehead of the fallen Awesome.
The Scourge finally notices the Marsupials ringside, as they’re shenanigans begin to attract the attention of fans around them. The group was unorthodox, yet effective; as the NPW witnessed first hand in the Honor Battle Royal. Donzig seems annoyed but it’s unknown exactly as his mask covers the entirety of his face. Instead of being distracted, Donzig stomps away at Steve Awesome, who tries crawling away from him in the process.
Snatching up Steve by his prized mullet hair, Donzig shoots Steve across the ring towards the ropes. Awesome bounces off the ropes and ducks a Donzig haymaker; bouncing off the ropes again, Steve leaves his feet and delivers a flying forearm to Donzig! The move sends Steve rolling to the ropes where he ends up on his back. Donzig lays on his back seeing the lights.
Ringside, the Marsupials begin to take turns throwing popcorn at Steve Awesome. Making it a game, they take turns, using a single popcorn at a time. Steve finally feels one of the buttery popped edibles in his hair and his eyes light up. Rolling under the bottom rope he slides off the apron and stands directly in front of the Marsupials. Steve makes a joke about their appearances, something to the effect of ‘trash pandas getting a bad rap when the Marsupials are the garbage of wrestling…’ or something like that. As the words take a moment to sink in for the Marsupials, eKid Nah grabs a handful of popcorn and tosses it in Awesome’s face! Donzig with a suicide dive through the middle rope! Steve is blindsided by the flying Donzig and is sent into the guard rail barricade!
This triggers the Marsupials, who begin throwing their food at Donzig! Hotdogs and corn dogs, tacos and nachos, the onslaught of condiments and gas station foods begin painting the body of Donzig and the surrounding ringside area until Donzig has had enough. Grabbing Steve by the tights, Donzig tosses him over the barricade into the laps of Kid Koala and the Wombat! The remaining Marsupials leap from their seats and its mayhem at ringside!
Steve Awesome is punching Kid Koala and the Wombat, eKid Nah and the Possum leap on the barricade and go for Donzig - while Dropbear begins to step over the barricade one leg at a time. Donzig catches Possum and fallaway slams him onto the outside floor. eKid Nah leaps on Donzig’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck to choke him, but is flung over Donzig’s head into Dropbear. Kid Koala and the Wombat send Steve Awesome back over the guard rail. Donzig sees Steve, and the two look at one another briefly before they see a chair whizzing right between them!
The next one hits Donzig from behind as Kid Koala comes leaping over the barricade with the chair aimed at Donzig’s head. It instead lands in the upper back of Donzig and we hear the bell sound! The referee has lost control of this one and is outside the ring now talking with the ring announcer. The Marsupials of Mayhem could care less though, as they regain their numbers advantage and the five of them go after Donzig in turns. Kid Koala being the main attacker after his chair shot. Steve Awesome fends off Possum and throws him into the steel steps, before making his escape towards the announcer’s table area, scooping up his Openweight Championship and getting out of dodge.
Announcer: This match has been called a DRAW due to outside interference!
With the announcement, the Wombat and Dropbear toss Donzig into the ring by his trunks and follow suit by sliding in. Kid Koala leaps onto the apron and enters the ring quickly after as eKid Nah tends to Possum near the steel steps. Donzig rises in the middle of the three Marsupials, and puts his fists up, not one to back down from a fight - even if the numbers were not in his favor.
From behind the Wombat kicks Donzig in the back of his knee, cutting the Scourge down in size. Kid Koala and The Wombat signal at one another and as though on queue deliver stereo Shining Wizards to Donzig -- but that’s not all! Dropbear comes in as his brethren finish their kicks, and delivers his own Angry Bear Kick (bicycle kick) to the kneeling Donzig! They execute their trademark Super Marsupial Mechanism of Mayhem move on the Master of the Void, Donzig.
Kid Koala squats down beside the fallen Donzig and has some words for him, but the fans in attendance are unglued and whatever he is saying is not heard. The Marsupials of Mayhem lineup in the ring and Kid Koala puts a foot on the chest of the downed Donzig. They raise their hands in the air, while eKid Nah throws popcorn in the air like confetti. War has been waged.
[Hype.]
[Northern Pro Wrestling returns to the Scotiabank Arena.]
[Main Event.]
[6 Man Tag Team Match.]
[Worlds Collide.]
[Can they trust each other?]
[Will new alliances be formed?]
[Will the stalwart stable and friend reign?]
[Keith Williams.]
[Steve Awesome.]
[Donzig.]
[RevZig rides again.]
[The Call to Arms band is back together.]
[They're Under Pressure.]
[Drum Roll.]
[Their Opponents.]
[Lynx.]
[Kid Koala.]
[Rob Riot.]
[Can The Bastards and Marsupials get along?]
[Will Danzig escalate things with Kid Koala?]
[Can Rob Riot gain revenge for the Rev's attack on Fowler last month.]
[Will Lynx and Keith Williams finally settle their score?]
[Six of the best wrestlers in the world collide.]
[Batten Down The Hatches.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
[Backstage.]
The Dark Stars are posted up in the hallway backstage, clearly proud of themselves for their beatdown of Alex Turner earlier in the evening. Like a whirlwind, they're interrupted by Turner coming around the corner like a house on fire, and swinging wildly. Timeless connected with Kono, but once again, Niko was there to make the save.
The duo took turns striking and taunting Timeless, laughing as they administered punishment.
[Primal.]
WHOA!
Primal is in the building and he has seen enough.
SPEAR!
Primal caught Niko clean. Kono tried to interject but he's taken down by a double leg and gets a face full of fists from Primal.
Timeless is starting to come to, looking up to see his tag team partner hasn't forsaken him at all. While there might be some friction over their recent loss, it appears as though Primal's actions are painting a different story.
Primal decides he has done enough damage, and pulls Turner to his feet.
Primal said that Prime Time had accepted their challenge to a match, since they asked Timeless to find a partner. Primal said, his partner was right there, right where he needed to be.
Timeless and Primal exchange a moment of respect, as they walk off and leave both Kono and Niko grasping for them as they walk past.
[Cut.]
The action packed event wasn't over, not by a long shot. The fans were set to be treated to a match to determine who was the top wrestler in the promotion, and all three wrestlers based on their reputation resume could make that claim and nobody would bat an eye. The current champion; Lord Dominicus has been in the middle of a grand transformation period for the promotion. Working on a reign that has spanned over six months, Lord Dominicus has proven himself to worthy of the distinction he carries.
While it might've taken the fans a little while to warm up to his antics, in retrospect, it was the matter of being accustomed to a certain style of fighter, and now looking to embrace the opposite. Through hardworking and tough battles, LD was able to sway the fans in his favour. What might've assisted, was LD's affiliation with Northern Pro's favourite son; Eron Hunter.
2021 has been a stellar year for the young grappler. Winning tournaments, headlining events, setting a rivalry in the main event of a world wide pay pre view. The young man never once took a step back, and always stands up for what he believes. Between his hard work, his successes and admiration from both the fans and ownership, its a no brainer for Hunter to have earned this opportunity. Now dawning his mask and alter ego which suggests his most primal of instincts are at the forefront of his being.
That extra nudge needed to capitalize on moments that serve him and not being fearful of toeing that proverbial line. In recent months, Lynx has teamed with LD, but also made it clear that from a competitive stand point - he wanted to test himself against the top guy in the company as he has earned the right to do so.
The wild card in this contest is Keith Williams. Keith is capable of doing just about anything at anytime, and he has proven this on many occasions. Whether it was attacking Hunter and cutting him open to make a spectacle of his kill. Whether it's the lengths he has gone to with Jesse Jamester from attacks, bottling him and using the numbers to gain any sort of advantage.
In recent weeks, Keith and LD made no bones about their true feelings for one and other. LD seems to believe that now that he has decided to make this his swan song, that the company could be in peril. Keith stood tall, and suggested that this was manipulation and hogwash. The North's most feared and despised is coming to it's rescue? Perhaps LD is the epitome of a leopard being unable to change their spots.
Regardless, Gus Arnold believes that the steps he has taken to take part ownership of a new venture will serve his audience and locker room well. For anyone to hint otherwise clearly doesn't know anything about the 'hardliner' personality and lifestyle that the owner of Northern Pro Wrestling embodies. One might argue that the winner of this match will capture lightening in a bottle. The company is primed to take the next steps in it's evolution, and the winner will be steering the ship.
Once all three men were inside of the ring, they took a moment to survey the ring, size one and other up while embracing the energy and applause from the crowd. The fans, as always - showed their unbridled commitment to the action, and made sure to voice how special they felt this match was. The fans were on their feet, and the energy was such that you could cut it with a knife.
DING DING DING
RAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Lynx pounced and went right for Keith. It was on and the two men traded blows. LD stood in his corner, observing, not wanting to interject himself too quickly. Keith was back peddling, which brought a roar from the crowd as their hero seemed to be in control early.
WOOOSH!!
Just like that, Lynx and pushed forward and knocked Keith over the top rope!
LD ran forward, Lynx side stepped and that was just fine, as the current champion took flight and dove out of the ring and caught Keith with a plancha! The impact was mighty, as Keith hit the guardrail, and LD was a little slow to get up, perhaps misjudging how to land such a high impact move with his adrenaline at it's max. Lynx perched himself on the top rope... he wouldn't would he?
Yes he would!
Moonsault!
OHHHHH!!
Lynx hit LD with top rope moonsault to the arena floor! Lynx popped up and saluted the crowd. He seemingly felt like this pace suited him, and that he was prepared to seize the opportunity. Keith was slow to his feet, but in perfect position to attack Lynx from behind - which is what he did. Keith drove his knee in the small of Lynx's back which slowed him up. Release german suplex on the floor!
Lynx hit the single mat protecting him from the concrete hard. He took the brunt of the suplex on his shoulders, which was the only positive. A few inches higher, and his neck could've been compromised. Keith looked at his work like a predator, and that much was clear to the crowd. After having disposed of Lynx, Keith rushed forward and turned LD inside out with a nasty running clothesline! In order to break the count, Keith rolled into the ring and decided to watch the two men he was battling suffer to gather their wits on the outside. The crowd erupted into a chorus of Boos and Keith cupped his hand to his ear encouraging them to be louder about their true feelings.
At the referee's eight count, Lynx finally rolled under the bottom rope, where he was met with vicious stomps from the ReVenant. Lynx tried to to his leg, was working for that single leg take down, but he just couldn't get it. What he did do, was buy LD a bit of time to get on the apron. LD took flight, flying forearm connected flush with Keith, knocking him on the backside. A running low dropkick to the kisser followed!
1..
NO!
Keith kicked out with authority. LD looked over to Lynx, and it was like they went back to their days as a tag team. Double suplex! Tandem senton's! But who is going to go for the cover?
LD wasn't going to stand around to find out, he rushed Lynx, trying to gain an upperhand. But the young lion wasn't going to back down, as LD made his intention clear Lynx was ready to take his best shot. After a few attempts to break Lynx down, it was clear that he was riding high, and his pain tolerance was at it's peak. The fans cringed as he took these unprotected shots, but something bigger than what can be explained must've been guiding him, as he fought back with fury as if he was completely fresh and has suffered no damage in the contest to that point. A sight to behold.
RAAAAH!
Lynx fired up and LD was backing up. Keith crouched in the school boy position which ended up tripping LD as Lynx connected clean with a superman punch! Keith held the cover, oh no!
1..
Lynx broke up the pin, then transitioned into the mount on Williams and laced into him with some stiff shots. There would be no stone left unturned in this contest.
Lynx picked Keith up and executed a reverse neck breaker from the standing position. Lynx then hit the apron and launched himself into the ring with a diving leg drop!
WHACK!
Superkick from LD!
Lynx didn't see it coming and those are the kind's of attacks that do the most damage. He went for the cover.
1..
2..
Keith broke it up!
Close call there, but that's just how quickly the winner can prevail. Keith stomped away before yanking LD to his feet and dropping him with a nasty hammerlock DDT! Keith walked over to Lynx, and whipped him into the ropes, when he bounced off, Keith drove him into the mat with a nasty spinebuster!
Another moment followed for the fans to share their feelings and views of the antagonist.
They could be staring at the next Double Crown Champion. The man who took the federation by storm with the use of force and intimidation. The man who orchestrates attacks like the conductor of a symphony. The man who strikes fear into the soul of the masses, so much so they treat him as the boogeyman. Failed promotions are part of his past, not due to his actions, but due to the fact that they weren't able to foster the environment conducive to his brand of excellence. The man who's name brings forth gossip and stories of folklore like the Loch Ness, and Big Foot.
A ruthless apex predator with the fortitude to allow these claims to resonate with the weak minded.
But a man who is undeniably loyal to those he trusts. Where that level of respect is reciprocated. Could this be his night?
As the match wore on, it appeared it might be. Keith took turns bouncing from opponent to opponent and unleashing his vast repertoire of offence.
A jumping pile driver on LD!
Bicycle Kick for Lynx!
Taunting.
Basking.
The Great White Terror was stealing the show, and there wasn't much that could be done about it. At least, not at that moment.
The crowd had picked their enemy, while also choosing their favorite. In what might've been deemed a dead heat prior to the match - LD and Lynx have both enjoyed the support of the loyal Canadian fans. But tonight, they were fiercely in the corner of Eron Hunter - the man known as Lynx. It was as if they felt his pain while he was down, and it was as if their kinship was strong enough for him to feed off of their energy and positive support when he needed it.
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Finally, Lynx started talking back to Keith. While he wasn't able to truly gain an advantage, he was able to fire up enough to get some shots in, which staggered Keith's attack a bit, biding both he and LD time to gather themselves. Keith was seemingly growing more frustrated that he wasn't able to put any of the finishing touches on either man. But that wasn't going to prevent him from pushing forward. LD shot for Keith's leg, which was starting to slow him and Lynx sensed an opportunity!
He went to the top rope, but LD shoved him off the top rope!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!
Lynx went crashing down hard! LD looked proud of himself.
The crowd started to stir.
Crowd: WHAT-THE-HECK!
LD turned around and walked right into a kick to the gut from Keith into the K_DRIVER! As Keith was hoisting LD up, LD kicked his legs wildly and hit the referee in the face, knocking him down!
Crowd: (GASP)
A siren interrupts the audience's attention. Peering to the stage, we see next to it a Royal Canadian Mountain Police car come burning rubber through a side exit for ring crew to the right of the srta and down the path next to the ramp, before it stops due to the stage and ramp. Door swinging open, out steps...
[Jesse Jamester.]
The Roof on the Building is gone!
RAAAAAAAH!!!
The K Driver was successful, but there is no ref to make the count.
Jesse grabs Keith's leg from under the bottom rope and pulls him to the outside.
The Crowd is going crazy!
JJ fired up Keith and blistered him with some heavy shots. The two heated rivals were trading blows, and spilled their way into the crowd! The crowd dispersed giving both men room to settle their differences. What a time for Jesse to make his presence felt, just as Keith was about to finish the match and likely secure the North American Double Crown. But one had to deduce that Keith has had it coming for a while now, and Karma has caught up with him in regards to his actions against JJ in the past.
Meanwhile...
Lynx was pulling himself up to the apron. He sees Lord Dominicus laying prone on the mat.
Could he?
Will he?
YES!!
Nightfall! The Shooting Star LegDrop!
He holds for the cover.
The referee is coming to.
1..
2..
3!!!
RAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
DING DING DING!
We have a NEW North American Double Crown Champion!
Lynx is slow to his feet, and the place is electric. The referee raises his hand!
The camera shoots to Keith Williams who looks dejected!
WHAM! Jesterplex!
Jesse Jamester laid Keith out with the Jesterplex on the arena floor amongst the fans!
Lynx is struggling to his feet, but he is now aware of what has happened, and he's soaking it all in!
There are fans in the front row with tears in their eyes.
Children are jumping for joy.
Grown Men pumping their fists!
Their Hero has done it! What a journey!
Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER and NEEEEEEEEW North American Double Crown Champion - LYNX!!!!!
The referee hands Lynx the Championship, and he falls down to his knees, looking up to the sky. He has captured the championship of his dreams. He did it on his own, he did it, his way!
JJ is seen in the background applauding Lynx, and salutes his efforts!
Not to be out done.
[Donzig.]
The man who has been causing trouble all over the arena with many members of the roster walks out to the top of the stage. He stares Lynx down, knowing full well he has the key to a championship shot of his choosing. Perhaps it's a mind game, perhaps it is his intention to actually call his shot. We won't find out tonight, but The Scourge is interjecting himself into the mix, a place where he belongs.
Lynx notices, and drapes the North American Double Crown over his shoulder. Lynx raises his arm, which brings one more resounding roar from the crowd!
Our final scene is of our new champion soaking in the applause of the fans, in what will go down as a truly monumental night for Northern Pro Wrestling.
[Cut.]
[Credits Roll.]
We watch as 'Timeless' Alex Turner arrives via Uber. He's alone, which isn't usually the case, and if his face could tell a story, it would be both eagerness and contempt. As Turner power walked towards the entrance, he must endure the snide comments of Niko and Kono - collectively known as the Dark Stars.
Niko mused that Timeless was his own worst enemy, and that he was likely to have ruined the best thing he had going for him.
Kono surmised that after last show's debacle, that Primal was going to be totally 'rid' the baggage that was holding him back.
Timeless took exception to this and lunged for Kono, but Niko was ready connected with a swift roundhouse kick that caught Timeless flush. The duo then reared back and executed tandem super kicks!
WHACK!
Timeless dropped ike a ton of bricks, which lead to both members of the Dark Stars putting the boots to him.
A few moments passed before NPW security rushed to the scene to break it up. Timeless was bleeding from the mouth, and looked to be in rough shape. The Dark Stars continued to mock Timeless, challenging him to find a partner to take them on. Timeless was having trouble putting his words together, signifying that he could still be wearing some of the side effects of last week's Jesterplex, among other beatings he took after the fact.
Once security had cleared the area, they took their time and looked to check on Turner's status.
[Cut.]
[Backstage.]
Xiaolong is walking through the corridor on the way to the backstage area and runs into Blake Samuels and a cameraman.
Blake Samuels: "Xiaolong I was just looking for you."
Xiaolong: "Well you just found me."
Blake Samuels: "Tonight you face not just your toughest but tallest opponent in Ronnie Long."
Xiaolong: "When I came here from the now defunct AWF thanks to my allies The Dark Stars and Dark Novas. I promised that I wanted to face the best, tallest and the toughest opponents in NPW and tonight I continue to prove that I'm a man of my word. Ronnie Long fits into the ultimate opponent that I like to ace and that's he's tough and he is a tall opponent and one of the best."
Blake Samuels: "He's also a former world champion."
Xiaolong: "That's another reason because he's accomplished and I respect the fact that he's a former world champion. I'm also a former two time XHF Phoenix Champion so it's going to be quite an interesting match up between us."
Blake Samuels: "Are you interested in the World Championship."
Xiaolong: "My focus is only on one match and it's his match between myself and Ronnie Long."
Blake Samuels: "So you don't care about the World Championship."
Xiaolong: "I didn't say I might be interested in a world title shot but for me. Tonight I'm going to focus only on one opponent and that is Ronnie Long."
Blake Samuels: "You said you respect Ronnie Long. How much respect do you actually have for him."
Xiaolong: "I said I have plenty of respect for him as I have for all my opponents I face and this is no exception."
Blake Samuels pauses as if pondering his next question.
Xiaolong: "Is there a question you want to ask."
Blake Samuels still is pondering and Xiaolong gives him a look and hand motion to ask the question.
Blake Samuels: "Well it's a delicate question."
Xiaolong: "Okay I'm a delicate person. So what's the delicate question you wish to ask."
Blake Samuels: "You heard that Lord Dominicus left the CWA saying he's honoring his XHF contract."
Xiaolong: "Yes I heard and they say a deal's a deal. Yet he should have finished his commitments before he even came to the CWA. He should have pondered that before he even came to the CWA and then made his choice. Still he made his choice and now he has to live with it for the rest of his life."
Blake Samuels: "The NPW locker room has been outspoken about his departure."
Xiaolong: "That is the NPW locker room and I'm not going to say anything bad about him like everyone else is doing. I'm not that kind of individual Blake. I'm someone who respects rival competitors whether that stay or not. It depends on how and what they say that either keeps or loses my full respect."
Blake Samuels: "Does Ronnie Long fully fit your criteria for respect."
Xiaolong: "I already told you that he does Blake and tonight we are going to have an epic battle in the ring. The best man is going to be declared the winner and the best man is going to win. So if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way to the ring."
Xiaolong leaves.
Blake Samuels: "Xiaolong looks fired up and ready. Back to you guys."
[Cut.]
We cut to the talents part of the parking lot, in the back of the arena where we find the Revenants moving away from their stretch limo. Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, Jeff Noon and the King of Extreme, Rob Garcia. Keith and NJC seem to be discussing something. While Jeff and Rob are in their own conversation.
Rob: So you're telling me we can't sue Chode cus he won't admit I beat him and that other Chode?!
Jeff seems just as confused as we are all by what Rob is saying.
Jeff Wait… Which one is Chode?
Rob thinks on it for a minute.
Rob: Uhhh… Hmmm… Well, Lochlyns last name is Chode and he is a total Chode. And then Freak’kay is the Chud. But they're both stupid! So can I sue them?!
Jeff shakes his head, still confused.
Jeff I… Why? … What are we suing for this time?
Just then Rob notices the camera crew and rushes over to them, with Jeff following quickly behind him. Keith and Neo take notice but don't seem as interested.
Rob: Hey! Hey! Hey cameraman!!
He says as he gets up in front of the camera.
Rob: I have a huge announcement! So huge, but… I guess not big enough to announce in the ring! Cus, I want everyone to know right now!
Rob turns to Jeff with a grin and then back to the camera. Just then Keith and Neo catch up to Rob and Jeff.
Rob: I am officially 226 pounds!
He brags with excitement in his voice. Jeff, Keith and Neo clap and cheer Rob on.
Rob: Thank you, thank you! And now I am officially 1 pound away from becoming an official CruiserWeight! Somebody better put the champ on notice! Because I'm about to kick down the door to his kingdom!
Rob says with a smile.
Rob: Now if you don't mind, me and the boys gotta get ready for our matches! And who knows, maybe I'll stop by the toilet and drop a Lochlyn off and shed that 1 extra pound! Haha!
The Revenants all laugh at the extent of Lochlyn Cade and head off into the arena.
Wide angle view of the Halifax arena in Nova Scotia. Fans are excited as Northern Pro Wrestling takes over their city and televisions all across the world. The tradition of wrestling ran deep in Canada. Gus Arnold was on fire with his decisions this past year in the wrestling scene. A star studded roster with names from all over the globe had found trust in the promoter and owner of NPW. His vision had brought competition to the Great North. One man in particular, comes into focus on the screen hanging above the stage entrance. Lights in the arena dim and the fans' attention shifts to the white screen as the black scaly mask they all knew too well, appears.
The Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester.
Walking through the security area in a private entrance for talent. Jesse had no bag for check-in. He was not scheduled for the evening’s card, due to a concussion protocol that Gus Arnold had put into place for the safety of his talent. Sporting black jeans, his traditional black scaly lizard mask, and a new merch shirt with a white grungy skull wearing a barbed wire crown and the text ‘King of Violence’ painted above the logo in a blood dripping font.
Walking through the metal detector, the security guards on both sides are keeping both eyes peeled as it doesn’t go off. Jesse walks up to a double set of doors where another pair of security guards stand blocking it. All of them wearing the same black khakis and black shirts with ‘Security’ in white font on the chest. However one of the two guards at these doors has a clipboard.
Security Guard: Name?
“Jesse… Jesse Jamester.”
Looking down at the clipboard, the security guard runs through the names before we hear an audible gulp from him. Glancing at the guard on his left, who then lifts a walkie-talkie in front of his mouth.
Security Guard #2: Sierra to Bravo, we have a 4-1-2. I repeat, we have a 4-1-2 at the gate.
Narrowing his eyes, Jesse cocks his head as he glances at the second guard saying this.
Security Guard #1: Sir, we need you to step to the side while we confirm clearance.
The scaly black mask did Jesse no favors for showing his facial reactions, but in this moment his eyebrows had raised and his right fist could be heard cracking the knuckles while forming a fist. Veins running down his arms were visibly showing his patience thinning.
Non-verbal, JJ steps back, out of the way of the door entrance and no longer in front of the guards. The guard on the left glances over to his counterpart frequently, who in turn looks sideways while showing he was nervous by tapping his finger on the side of his hip.
Suddenly the doors behind the security guards open up. Out walks six Royal Canadian Mounted Police, three to a line and two rows wide. Within moments they have Jesse Jamester surrounded as the largest of them speaks up.
RCMP Commissioner: Sir, are you Jesse Fristik? Do you go by the alias Jesse Jamester?
Surveying his surroundings, Jesse nods.
Jesse: Yeah.
RCMP Commissioner: As acting Commissioner of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, I am here to inform you Mister Fristik, that you are now under arrest for aggravated assault and endangering the public with an exotic animal, and creating a hostile environment in a public space with more than fifty citizens within a hundred yards.
Slipping the cuffs from his side, the Commissioner of the RCMP stares Jesse Jamester dead in the eyes as the rest of the RCMP surrounding him ready their hands on batons at their sides.
Jesse: Is that all?
Raising his hands too quickly, Jesse sees the RCMP in action as the five men swiftly close in on him and grab his arms.
Raising his wrists with open hands to the Commissioner, Jesse’s lips curl a devious smirk through the haggard beard he sports.
Jesse: Let’s get on with it, I have things to do.
Cuffs are secured by the Commissioner. The RCMP squad escorts the Canadian Nightmare out of the special entrance he had just come through minutes ago. Before he exits though, we hear one last burst of words from his most noticeable voice.
Jesse: That Gator wasn’t exotic. It resided on my property for twenty years. Best have more than that if.. --
Disappearing out the exit door, the rest of what he says is lost to the sound of sirens outside. As the door finally shuts, the noises from outside fade out. The Canadian Nightmare had just been arrested for his actions on the previous NPW show. What did this mean for the rest of the Council of Chaos?
[Cut to commercial.]
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Takaru Matsui vs. Calvin Doxson
"Square Hammer" by Ghost screams through the arena and the new NPW talent comes rushing out through the curtain with energy bursting. Raising his arms to hype the crowd, the dirty looking jeans and white tanktop shirt are accompanied by the greasy dark long hair and beard he sports. Calvin Doxson was not the biggest man, standing only 6 foot 1 inches and just shy of 220 pounds. He was a wire-y looking frame with a the forearms and biceps of a non-spinach version of Popeye. Whatever he lacked for in body frame, he made up for with enthusiasm, wasting no time with bolting down to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. Hopping to his feet, he takes to a turnbuckle and pumps his arm in the air before it drops down to a pointing finger at the audience. He thumbs at his chest and jumps down to the mat, waiting in his corner as the music fades.
A mix of Japanese music and the guitars of a metal band strike the speakers of the Halifax arena next. Walking out next was a man the NPW crowd had cheered for in the past, but tonight they had a mixed reaction. Wearing the mask of his father, a japanese style demon mask appeared with silver streaks where the mask was welded back together. From the way Takaru Matasui walks to his body language, all of it felt different than prior appearances in NPW.
Starting off with the bell, Calvin Doxson was quick to dart across the ring at Takaru. Looking to take him off guard, Calvin aimed for Takaru’s head and missed. The Red Slayer was fast on his feet, ducking the move and following it up with swift kicks to the back of Calvin’s thighs. Moving away from Takaru, Calvin rethought his strategy. Beginning to circle the ring, Calvin and Matsui were opposite one another until the lock up brought them to the center. Matasui shoves Calvin backwards, but Calvin won’t back down and fights for leverage. He gets a two steps before Takaru rips away from the grapple and shoots under Calvin’s arm to his back. Waistlock applied, Takaru pops his hips and turns, slamming Calvin on his chest in the center of the ring. With his back on his opponent, Takaru moves to the upper back, locking in a headlock on Calvin as the new NPW member tries to find a way out and up. Pushing himself backwards, Calvin squeezes his greasy hair and head out of the headlock and finds himself kneeling behind Takaru. The Red Slayer takes all of half a second to pop up to his feet and send a bullet kick to the chest of the kneeled Doxson. Heaving backwards awkwardly, Calvin holds his chest. Takaru leaps in the air and drives an elbow to the same spot his kick landed, before hooking Calvin’s leg for the pin.
1..
2…
Shoulder up! Takaru immediately gets up and pulls Calvin to his feet as well. Shooting him across the ring into the turnbuckle, Takaru pursues right behind him, and delivers a climbing knee with the help of the second rope to Calvin in the corner! Takaru hooks the head of his opponent under one arm, and as his feet hit the canvas, he runs two steps forward and bulldogs the Filthy Hillbilly into the canvas like a tent spike!
Rolling him over, Takaru takes a moment and plots his next move. Calvin is dazed from the bulldog, but attempts to get to his feet. Staggering left and right as he does, Takaru kicks him in the gut, but Calvin catches it! Swinging the leg around, Takaru spins 360 degrees and Calvin clotheslines him off his feet! Calvin staggers, still not fully balanced on his feet, but gets up and grabs Takaru by the neck. Sticking Matasui’s head between his knees, he signals for a piledriver! Takaru has other plans! Back body drop to Calvin! Takaru gets back up and finds Calvin near the turnbuckle, so he pushes him into it and begins to suplex him to the top buckle. Setting Calvin in a sitting position, Takaru ascends the ropes and hooks his neck. Calvin fights back with punches, breaking the hold before Takaru could superplex him. Takaru is knocked off the ropes and into the ring with a headbutt! Calvin shakes the cobwebs, looks out at his opponent laying on his back, and leaps with an elbow drop!
Nothing but air! Takaru rolls out of the way with only a second to spare, and Calvin crashes on the canvas hard! Takaru wraps the neck of Calvin and hooks under the left arm behind the neck, setting a choke hold in! The referee checks it and says it’s legal, but Calvin is turning red in the face. The referee asks Calvin if he gives up, but there is no response as his face begins to turn blue, eyes fluttering, and Calvin within moments is motionless. Lifting the arm, the referee watches it drop and with no response calls for the bell!
Announcer: Winner of this match via submission, TAKARU MATSUI! (11:39)
Takaru lets go of the hold after the referee warns him of the decision being reversed, and gets to his feet. Looking down at Calvin Doxson’s unconscious body, Takaru Matasui’s head tilts as he takes a mental picture of what he accomplished tonight.
Exiting the ring, Takaru Matasui stops at the top of the ramp and spells out ‘J J’ with his hand before signaling to the ring. The Red Slayer has his target set and is one step closer to the match he wants. Will the Canadian Nightmare answer it? Only the NPW Authorities could answer that one.
Lochlyn Cade is seen backstage sitting at a table with a long line of kids who are looking to meet the Northern Pro Cruiserweight Champion. The Champ agreed to the meet and greet as part of a Continental Wrestling Alliance initiative to build a partnership between the new wrestling umbrella group. Lochlyn Cade’s NecroCore Media Group has helped the new company with branding and part of that is also to give the youngest fans an opportunity to meet their favorite wrestlers.
There’s a large pile of NecroCore tee shirts stacked in boxes where Vivian Rae Jade hands each kid a shirt after they receive a photo with Lochlyn and a signed 8x10. The look on Champ's face is a bit of annoyance as he typically hates these types of things. However, the extra money he’ll receive for this will help him build his NecroCore brand. It’s a give and take type of situation.
As the line begins to thin Lochlyn comes more polite and talkative with the kids. One in particular is wearing a shirt from his Reo Raijin days in Action Wrestling. Lochlyn smiles at this and brings about some fond memories of his terrorizing of J.C. Keeton.
Cade: I like your shirt kid. You’ve been a fan for a while huh?
The boy can’t be any older than twelve, maybe thirteen. He shakes his head in a negative response as he speaks.
Kid: No, I can’t stand you. My dad made me wear this cause he’s an asshole.
Caught by surprise Lochlyn looks towards the father standing a few feet away.
Kid: I’m a J.C. Keeton fan and he’s going to drown you at Tara Fenix’s Charity Cruise. I hope there’s sharks, lots of sharks.
Cade: Look kid if you like J.C. I don’t have a problem with that.
Confused, the kid looks at him unsure of what to say.
Kid: You don’t?
Cade: No, that doesn’t bother me. I mean not every kid is going to grow up knowing what it’s like to be a real man. Some of you little brats are going to be bitches like baby boy Keeton.
The situation quickly becomes an OMG moment as Vivian Rae Jade and the kid's father are caught off guard by Lochlyn’s response. The father begins to step towards the table as the Champ quickly stands to his feet.
Cade: What!? You got something to say? You got a problem with your kid being a bitch?
Vivian Rae places her hand on Cade’s chest as if motioning for him to back away from the situation. The father’s face turns into a brave kind of scared.
Father: Can’t you just sign the boys stuff and keep your mouth shut?
Lochlyn Cade takes the 8x10 he had signed and begins slowly ripping it in half. He then tosses the two separate pieces towards the kid. The father takes the arm of his kid and pulls him away from the table. The kid however takes it upon himself to take off the Reo Raijin tee shirt revealing a J.C. Keeton shirt underneath.
Cade: Kid, you’re gonna be crying when I drown that motherf…
Vivian Rae: LOCH!!!
Several Northern Pro officials are now at the table trying to calm the situation as they begin leading the father and kid from the area. The father has only one thing left to say.
Father: Rob Garcia is going to kick your ass tonight you piece of shit.
Cade: Oh, we’ll see about that won’t we. Get the hell out of sight.
It takes several moments but Lochlyn sits back at the table and signs the remaining photos as if nothing ever occurred. He’s serene as if at this moment he’s having the time of his life. Laughing and playful banter with kids and parents. It’s the Lochlyn Cade that most don’t know as of yet in NPW. Quick to fire up but also quick to calm and survey the situation around him.
"Bagi-la-m Bargan" by BIRDZ ft. Fred Leone.
The fans pop as the camera begin to pan around the arena, trying to find the owners of the theme music. In the furthest left corner of the arena, the bulking presence that is the Wombat stands and stares out at the fans before bustling through those in front. eKid Nah jumps on the spot like he was pumping himself up.
Archie Rude: And here comes the Marsupials of Mayhem.
Blake Samuels: And what an impact they’ve made in their short time in NPW. This group is on a mission.
eKid Nah high fives some fans as Kid Koala emerges, pulling Possum along by the hand as the fans let out an extra pop for the Eucalyptic Apocalypse.
Blake Samuels: And there’s Kid Koala who was the runner up in the Honor Royale and he’s ALREADY called out the winner Donzig.
Bringing up the rear is the monstrous Dropbear and the quintet make their way down to the ring. eKid Nah jumps up onto the crowd barrier and makes those upside down Westside symbols with both hands. Fans around him are already picking up on the Marsupials’ symbol and are making it back to him. Over they all go.
Archie Rude: I wonder what these guys have to say, they’re not scheduled to wrestle until later tonight.
Kid Koala grabs a microphone as he makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. The other four join him as he hands the microphone over to Possum as the music fades.
Possum: Hello ENN-PEE-DOUBLE-YOU!
The fans cheer as she waves cutely to them.
Possum: Tonight, before your very eyes not only do you see the Marsupials of Mayhem kick the Bastards asses all over Nova Scotia…
And they cheer again for Possum’s words. Dropbear seems startled by the roar of the crowd, but the plush koala he carries is pulled to his ear and seems to soothe him. The Wombat watches Dropbear with concern.
Possum: …but my boyfriend, the Bush Prophet… the Native Enigma… the Gum Nut Revolution… Kid Koala…
eKid Nah bounces up a turnbuckle and thumps his chest with a fist before making those M signs to the fans again. The Wombat claps Kid Koala on the shoulder.
Possum: …will FINALLY address you… the fans of NPW. So without further adieu, I give you… KID KOALA!
With another pop from the fans, Kid Koala holds his hand out and accepts the microphone Possum hands to him. Slowly, he raises it to his lips and clears his throat.
And then he hands it across to the Wombat.
The Wombat: Bastards! Bastards I hope you’re listening back there. I hope you’re listening REAL - DAMN - GOOD!
He moves to the ropes closest to the backstage area, pointing to the backstage area.
The Wombat: You’ve made some smartass remarks at the expense of the Marsupials of Mayhem. Made some real wise-ass comments. And I gotta tell you, the only thing you’ve successfully achieved in flapping those stupid gums of yours is PISSING - ME - OFF!
Spitting on the ground, the Wombat begins to pace the ring angrily. eKid Nah laughs and claps Dropbear’s back, only to be stared down by the behemoth and he steps off from the contact.
The Wombat: And the only thing that’s gonna make me feel better… the ONLY thing… is stomping your freakin’ heads in so hard the little brains you have will be scraped off the soles of my damn boots.
The fans cheer as the Wombat stops, soaking in their appraisal. Kid Koala sits on the ground in the corner, watching things ensue.
The Wombat: See, Rob Riot made some comments about me being the face and the brains of the Marsupials of Mayhem but you’re confused, Rob.
He taps his temple. His face twisted into anger.
The Wombat: If you had any brains at all, ROB… you’d know that the Marsupials of Mayhem don’t need a face. The Marsupials of Mayhem don’t need a brain. The Marsupials of Mayhem are an ideology in relativity. Relativity... A concept that you’ll never know until one thing happens.
He holds up one finger, raises it up into the air, then drives it hard towards the ground. Possum and eKid Nah point to the ground as well, while Kid Koala pulls himself to his feet.
The Wombat: YOU ALL… FALL… DOWN!
The fans cheer loudly as the Wombat remains pointing at the canvas with his shit-smear-make-up face snarling. And Kid Koala snatches the microphone from the Wombat, climbing the turnbuckle closest to the backstage area.
Kid Koala: You all fall down. Down, down, down! Indiscriminate we are. It’s ALL OF YOU! Down you go!
He makes a whistling noise like a bomb falling. Then a ka-boom noise. And on the ka-boom noise, eKid Nah throws himself back as though he were blown away.
Kid Koala: An explosion. No… a BIG - BANG! That’s what it is. A Big Bang. The Marsupials of Mayhem are the catalyst to your salvation. Your salvation comes. Temptation comes.
He throws his head back and howls. Dropbear throw his back and joins in on the howling. Followed by the Wombat and Possum.
Kid Koala: Temptation comes. Just ask Donzig. I am his temptation. Thy kingdom come, Donzig. Let me crown you. Let me crown. LET ME BIRTH YOU IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR OWN EMANCIPATION, DONZIG!
He stops, laughing to himself, running his hand over his koala masked head. He breathes out a deep breath.
Kid Koala: But I digress… this is surely not about the Hand of Endless Hunger… this is about feeding. This is about supplements and sustenance. This is about the Bastards. And tonight?
Cupping his free hand to his chest, Kid Koala mimics releasing a breast and squeezing it.
Kid Koala: This is about feeding the Bastards. About the Bastards suckling the teat of their creators and becoming relevant in a-
BEEP. CLICK. BEEP BEEP. CLICK.
You know what those beeps mean by now. It's the opening few seconds of "Take It Easy, Chicken," by Mansun. The Bastards have heard enough, and they're on their way!
Tradition dictates that the Bastards come through the curtains in a rusty old Ford Cortina, but they were in a rush to get here this time. Riot and Windsor stand at the front, with the imposing figure of Fowler standing behind them carrying the group's Imperial Tag Team Championships. They barely have time to acknowledge the screaming crowd before Riot holds his hands up, asking for silence. He brings the microphone up to his mouth, but Frank Windsor grabs it off him before he can speak.
Frank Windsor: None of them even have pouches! It's just two furries and a guy who looked like he got on the wrong end of a bad rim job!
Windsor turns away in disgust and hands the mic back to Riot, who winces a little.
Rob Riot: Marsupials, please excuse my friend's language. Animals aren't his strong point. Beating people up, sure. Animals, not so much. He does have a point, though. We were watching this charade in our dressing room at the back when it suddenly struck us that if these people wanted to see a freak show, they'd have bought tickets to the circus. What you smooth-brained chimps are standing in is a wrestling ring, not a big tent.
He pauses for a moment, noting the mixed response that his comments are getting from the crowd. Both factions have their own fans, and they're chanting at each other.
Rob Riot: Now, Wombat. I'm not sure if you heard yourself speak just a moment ago, but you said - you literally said - "The Marsupials of Mayhem don't need a brain." Why do I even have this microphone in my hand if you're going to do my work for me by burying yourself like that?
This time there's laughter in the crowd. Riot smirks, and passes back to Windsor.
Frank Windsor: Listen, you furry freaks. I don't know where you were going before we got out here, but it sounded like you were talking about sucking tits. You shouldn't be breastfeeding at your age, it's no good for you. Look what it did to Fowler!
Both Riot and Windsor turn to look at Billy Fowler, who scowls at Frank.
Frank Windsor: I've sucked a hundred tits in my lifetime, you perverts, but it wasn't for milk. You're not feeding us a damn thing, and if you even try I promise you it will be the only time Frank Windsor slaps a tit away in his whole life! Unless it's you, Possom. You're allowed.
We pass back to Riot, who's begun to pace around the stage.
Rob Riot: "Suckling the teat of their creators." It's a shame that the Marsupials of Mayhem don't have a brain, because if at least one of you did you'd realise that none of you are my mother. Between the brainlessness and the anger, I'd say what we have in the ring is a gang of braindead, rabid animals. And what do we do to rabid animals, Billy?
He holds the mic up so his giant friend can speak into it.
Billy Fowler: We put them down.
The Bastards start to walk toward the ring. The crowd cheers at the prospect of a physical altercation between the groups arriving ahead of schedule! The Wombat and Dropbear stand in front of Kid Koala, egging on the Bastards and keeping him out of harms way.
Kid Koala: I'm sure everybody here in Nova Scotia wants to see the Bastards and the Marsupials of Mayhem collide right here, right now...
And the fans pop loudly to echo the sentiments.
Kid Koala: I think all this talk about titties has got you a little prematurely worked up!
A roar of laughter waves over the fans as the Bastards stop in their tracks.
Kid Koala: Well before you spill your mess on the floor, and miss out on the best part of the show, ponder this, ya Bastards...
He steps between the Wombat and Dropbear, who haven't left the ropes, standing on the middle rope and beckoning to them to come hither.
Kid Koala: If you wanna die with me right now... then come and fucking die with me!
And the Bastards charge the ring, where the Marsupials step back to halfway to let them in. Rob Riot charges straight for Kid Koala. Fowler pushes the Wombat into a corner. Windsor and Dropbear begin exchanging right hands. eKid Nah stands up on a turnbuckle clapping his hands trying to get a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant started. Possum has escaped to the outside to avoid injury in the fracard.
Archie Rude: AND IT’S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!
Black Samuels: Somebody better stop this before someone gets hurt before their match!
Rob Riot whips Kid Koala into the ropes and swings with a big clothesline, but Kid Koala ducks underneath it and right before he hits the ropes on the other side he leaps and flips out of the ring, landing on his feet ringside where Possum links an arm around his waist.
Archie Rude: Whoa! Nice dismount!
The Wombat and Dropbear are both in corners as Windsor and Fowler charge but they duck between the ropes before they can be hit and their attackers pull up short before their chests hit turnbuckles. Riot collects his title belt and hands the other across to Windsor. Kid Koala has a microphone again.
Kid Koala: See… I’m not one to draw straws, boys, but tonight I’ve chosen mine. And my straw is that trios match later on tonight. And once we’ve reborn the Bastards…
Kid Koala points to something in the ring. The camera cuts to Rob Riot adjusting his Imperial Crown Tag Championship on his shoulder.
Kid Koala: …forget the titties… we’re coming for your phallic symbols.
Kid Koala does a mic drop as eKid Nah makes a gesture to his groin. Possum squeezes her breasts together then waggles a finger in the Bastards direction. The Wombat and Dropbear just stand between the others and the Bastards.
Inside the ring, Windsor and Fowler are at the ropes, beckoning for the Marsupials of Mayhem to come back in. The camera cuts as Rob Riot looks down at his Imperial Crown Tag Championship.
Triple Threat Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Joe Nobody vs. Eddie Havok vs. Scruffy Burns
There were a few M.C signs in support of Havok. As well as duelling America signs and slogans in support of Scruffy and Joe's respective views of what AMERICA means to them. It's clear, they shared unique experiences, and might be on a collision course in this contest. Eddie Hook has been playing it cool, keeping things stoic and purposeful which typically screams of a man with confidence. As the fans become acclimated to these new stars, it's usually a split crowd until the competitors show their true colours, and depending on the mood and outlook of the people, they essentially anoint their chosen few.
Early in the action, Burns seemed more interested in pushing his narrative and outlook to the people, which was met with bits of laughter in jest, while others seemed mildly offended that he was clueless to the fact he was in CANADA for this contest.
Havok and Joe decided to dig into eachtoher and focus on wrestling while Burns walked around the outside with Lady Liberty by his side. Burns was playing nonchalant, but we noticed him keeping a keen eye on the action inside of the ring.
Havok and Nobody were in the corner lighting each other up with chops!
WOOOO!
Nobody executed a swift kick to the gut, and dropped Havok with a snap ddt. Nobody hit the second rope and dropped an elbow! That was Scruffy's cue to come into the ring in case a pinfall took place. Burns tried to execute a spear, but he found himself in Nobody's clutches with a front face guillotine choke! Burns was trying to pry Nobody's hands apart, but Nobody seemed to have it locked.
Havok dove into the fray and broke up the submission attempt. Havok swiftly grabbed Nobody's legs and locked him up in a texas cloverleaf! Everyone sensing it might be wise to try and end this match early. Nobody was in pain, clutching for the ropes hoping to break the hold
THWACK!!
Burns hit a yakuza kick that caught Havok clean.
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Havok kicked out, but held his jaw, knowing that Burns connected clean.
Nobody brought himself to his feet, and circled Burns, looking to lock up. Burns dipped, tripped and then swept Nobody. Before he could progress, Havok crept behind. and executed a reverse DDT!
Nobody ran forward with a clothesline to take Havok down a peg. Nobody went for the cover on Burns, but it was only a 2 count. Lots of attempts, but everyone was game, and nobody was ready to quit. Havok motioned for Nobody to work with him on Burns, get ahead in the contest and be well equipped to finish strong. Burns took a few shots from the duo, but then forced their heads together!
Drop-kick from Burns on Havok.
Drop-Kick from Burns on Nobody.
Airplane Spin for Havok!!
Round and round they. Burns is smiling ear to ear the whole time, but he's cut off by Nobody who drop kicked his legs, and a dizzy Havok fell on top of Burns for the cover.
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NO! Kick out from Burns
Nobody bulldogs Burns!
Nobody pushed forward with a discus elbow that had bad intentions, but Havok ducked, and exploder suplex from Havok! Burns popped up, Exploder for him as well!
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Burns kicks up once again.
Havok stayed on it, working the neck of Burns hoping to break him down for an opportunity to sink in a rear naked later in the contest. Havok could sense Joe creeping behind him, so he let go of the hold, rolled away and popped up to his feet with grace. Nobody rushed forward, backed Havok into the corner, and hit him with a tornado DDT. Nobody sensed he couldn't get the three count, so he decided to walk over and throw Burns out of the ring, hoping to continue his onslaught undeterred.
With Burns on the outside, Nobody picked Havok up and executed a nice looking double undertook suplex! He went for the cover.
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NO!
Havok was able to get his shoulder up.
The fans started to clap and stomp, seemingly behind Havok, hoping he could mount a comeback. Nobody was undeterred and after already securing a victory within the company, knew how sweet it felt, and also knew he could really open himself up to opportunities should he be successful in this contest.
Blindside Dropkick from Burns! He was back in the ring, and ready to fight. He and Havok excited double boots to the gut, and a DOUBLE DDT on Nobody!
Burns put his hand up for a high five, but Havok wasn't into it. Suddenly, Burns smiled, rushed and clotheslined Havok out of the ring! What a turn of events.
SNAP SUPERKICK!
WHACK! He got it all.
Burns made the cover on Nobody.
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Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, via SUPERKICK, SCRUFFY BURNS! (8:18)
The fans applauded the theatrics of Burns who exited the ring, did a lap and slapped hands with a few fans like he had just won the Super Bowl of wrestling. Lady Liberty kept pointing to him, clearly indicating she was impressed with his performance.
Eddie Havok rolled into the ring, realizing he had missed his chance at the victory. Joe Nobody was just getting to his feet, and he shoved Havok! Havok Shoved Back! It was tense between the two of them, as it seemed as though there was some unfinished business between the two stemming from this contest.
The referee got in the middle, which promoted Eddie Havok to back away. Joe Nobody was looking to keep battling, but that would have to wait for another day.
[Cut to commercial.]
[Backstage.]
Backstage in Halifax, Gus Arnold walks down the hallway with a folder of papers in his hand. The crew smiled and nodded, going about their work as they cleared out of the bosses' way. And he stopped one of the ring crew as they walked past with a bundle of cable. 'Hey, have you seen Donzig?'
The man blinked, licking his lips as he glanced around the hall. Everyone in the crew tried their best to avoid Donzig, the self-proclaimed King of the North was unpredictable, he was moody, and most of all he didn't see the crew as people. But at the same time, it was always good to know where he was. He looked down the hall, jerking a thumb with a frown. 'He's in catering, Gus. But you aren't going to like it.'
The man walked off, dragging his cable with a roll of his shoulders. And Gus watched him go, what wouldn't he like? Was there a moose in here again? He hoped no one had taken the last Cruller, that was always a disaster. He glanced at his watch, and walked off down the hall before he paused as he heard music coming from somewhere. He muttered, and picked up his pace before shoving through the door of catering.
Inside someone had erected a crowd stage with a full light set up, and a screen projecting lyrics. Karaoke? He stared around the room where some of the boys and the crew were gathered, but worst of all was on the stage was Donzig himself. He was wearing his long leather coat, and his mask as he snarled into the mic. In that slightly off key, but not entirely unpleasant singing voice of his.
'....On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all! I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers...
Gus gaped, and the crowd gave a ragged cheer as he looked around in confusion. And he turned to find himself staring at the ever present Sinclair Godfrey, who seemed quite pleased as Gus waved the folder at the stage. His voice raised over the music, and he pointed. 'What is this?'
'Barrett's Privateers? Stan Rogers? Come on, Gus. You're Canadian.'
Gus blinked, and looked around again before he gave a helpless shrug. He dropped into a chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he muttered. 'I need to talk to Donzig, Sinclair.'
....On the 96th day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight
God damn them all! I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers...
'It might be a minute, there are four more verses.' Sinclair said, staring at the stage.
Gus slumped, head lowered to the table as the song continued.
[Cut to commercial.]
Non Title Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Lochlyn Cade vs. Rob Garcia
Fans stood to their feet as the next match of Northern Pro Wrestling’s LIVE televised show continued on in the form of Cruiserweight action. The newly crowned North American Cruiserweight Champion had burst onto the scene and made a name for himself in short order. In only his second match, Lochlyn Cade baited the former champion Jay Stevens into defending his title. While Cade had survived and claimed victory, fans were wise to see the Promethean for the cheap nature of his win over their hero.
At Honor Fight for the Fallen, Rob Garcia would square up in a triple threat non-title match with Freakke and Lochlyn Cade. The ReVenant’s resident high flying risk taker would squeak out a victory that painted him a challenger of Cade’s championship. Now it was up to Garcia to lose the weight to compete in the Cruiserweight division. His progress was steady but he was still above the 225 pound division limit. Tonight Rob Garcia would get to test Lochlyn Cade, and no doubt, scout his future competition on this journey to gold.
♪ If it bleeds, we can kill it.
And we ain't got time to bleed. ♪
"Turbo Killer" by Carpenter Brut begins to play as darkness engulfs the arena. Red strobe lights illuminate the entranceway, showing the outline of several figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.
As the music picks up, the arena lights come back to life and it's... Rob Garcia! Greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Moving down the ramp at his own pace, The ReVenant’s extremely talented Garcia, known for his innovative aerial arsenal of moves, began to inch by inch saunter down the ramp, shouting insults and flipping middle fingers to anyone brave enough to voice their displeasure.
Rob Garcia strides up the steel stairs, slowly entering the middle of the ring to pose once again while a surge of red pyro, confetti, and streamers are released. Laughing, covered in the celebratory mess, The ReVenant member takes to his corner and prepares for the match ahead.
A deep gravelly voice comes over the public address system before the music begins playing.
“He’s the Northern American Cruiserweight Champion and The Promethean of professional wrestling”
♫ Meet me in the dark I'll take you down
Close your eyes to see, I'll show you how
Everything you know is broken now ♫
The introductory beginning of "Meet Me in the Dark" by Otherwise begins playing as the words 'Lochlyn Cade' flashes upon the giant video screen in crimson. Each letter turns brilliant white; one after another, and as the last letter turns white the name flashes between crimson and white.
♫ I believe the shadows breathe
With bloodshot eyes and sharpened teeth
So walk with me
Meet me in the dark I'll take you down ♫
Vivian Rae Jade comes out from behind the entrance curtain as she stands momentarily before pointing towards backstage. Lochlyn Cade walks out onto the stage in his familiar white and red flak jacket and hoodie with his face concealed. The North American Cruiserweight Championship is wrapped around his waist. His arms are spread out to his sides and he throws his head backwards revealing the mask he often finds himself wearing. He grabs at his jacket and opens it revealing the NecroCore Auditorium shirt underneath. At this moment the pair begin their walk towards the ring.
♫ I thought you knew me better
Here comes the underdog
Watch as the lowly peasant
Becomes the alpha god ♫
Once ringside he removes the jacket, hoodie, and mask, handing them to his valet Vivian Rae Jade. The two exchange a kiss before he jumps onto the ring apron and leaps over the ropes. Standing center ring he physically refuses to back down from his stance maintaining his dominance of the ring. Vivian Rae Jade stands behind him as she unsnaps the NPW Cruiserweight Championship from his waist and raises it above his head for the audience to see. She then hands it to the referee before stepping out of the ring.
♫ I believe the shadows breathe
With bloodshot eyes and sharpened teeth
So walk with me ♫
The evening's bout between two unlikely opponents was set to start soon. Rob Garcia was stretching in his corner before the referee comes over and checked Garcia for weapons.Then he made his way over to Lochlyn’s corner to do a quick pat down. Before the referee gets two steps out of Cade’s corner, Garcia runs in with a clubbing blow to the Cruiserweight champion! The referee yells at him only to turn and point for the bell to be rung. This one was underway.
Garcia doesn’t bother letting Lochlyn get his jacket off as he attacks him in the corner with vicious strikes and kicks, keeping him pinned chest first to the turnbuckles. Garcia hooks Cade by the waist, his head under the arm, and delivers a fast back body drop! Staying on the champ, Garcia stomps on Cade to keep him grounded. Rushing to the nearest ropes, Rob Garcia rebounds with a snap leg drop! It looks intentionally rough, as Garcia leaves the leg across the neck. Garcia begins pulling his knee back before kicking Cade across the face with his boot! A heinous offense that painted Garcia as lacking any sort of sportsmanship.
Finding Cade slow to recover, Rob Garcia looks at the near corner and a twinkle of thought crosses his face. The ReVenant member slips out to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting and flaunting as he does. Wasting time yelling at fans ringside, before flicking a pair of ‘Council of Chaos’ signs. FRANKENSTEINER! Lochlyn Cade like a cat, jumped up and pounced to the top rope, hitting the Executioner’s Rally on Garcia in a flash! Cade lands in the corner on his knees and palms as Garcia is flat on his back in the center of the ring. Lochlyn sees this and scurries over to him, hooking the leg for the pin.
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Kick out! Cade shows his irritation but it was still early. Climbing to his feet, Cade brings Garcia with him and Irish whips him to the ropes. Cade drops down to his stomach as Garcia paces over him to the other side. Garcia comes rushing back, now looking to catch Lochlyn in a mistake. Cade leap frogs Garcia -- DROPKICK by Garcia in mid-air! Cade drops on the spot to his back, as the feet of Garcia hit their target in the form of Cade’s chest. Garcia sneers a cocky smile as he stands back up.
Standing over Lochlyn briefly, Garcia brings him back up to his feet by the neck. Slapping Cade across the face, Garcia says something that isn’t picked up on audio, but one could suggest was not a compliment. Hooking the arm over his shoulder and the other arm between the legs, Garcia pops his hips and throws Lochlyn over his head with a T-Bone suplex! Cade flies across the ring, rolling towards the furthest corner. Sitting with his back to the bottom turnbuckle, Cade looks out of it.
Garcia gets up, proud of this systematic destruction he was displaying on the NA Cruiserweight Champion. Some nights, guys felt it, and tonight was one of those nights for Rob Garcia. Stalking towards the corner opposite of the fading champion, Rob steps back out on the apron. This time, Rob grabs the top rope as he lines up Lochlyn in his sights straight across the ring from him. Jumping from the apron to the top rope, Rob Garcia springboards through the air with intentions of a cross-ring dropkick! SUPERKICK! How?! WHAT?! Lochlyn Cade bursts to his feet with a moment’s notice, throwing a blind superkick into the air at the incoming Garcia - landing his boot on the bottom of Garcia’s chin!
Both men are down… It took Cade all he could muster to pull the kick off. Garcia was still, no motion as the referee counted both men down. The ten count was not seen often in Northern Pro, but these two were pushing each other and pulling out all the stops tonight. Around the six count, Lochlyn uses the ropes to pull himself up to his base, stopping the referee’s count. Cade picks Garcia off the mat and leans him against the ropes.
Garcia shoots a wild jab that Lochlyn dodges. Cade rattles him on the ropes with a stiff european uppercut! Using the momentum of the move, Cade whips Garcia towards the far ropes, rebounding back towards the champion, Garcia goes for a clothesline! Cade squats and scoops up the ReVenant -- dropping him with a samoan drop! Rolling over, Cade hooks the leg for the pin.
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Shoulder up! Shooting it off the mat, Garcia shows he’s not out of this one just yet. Lochlyn rises and brings Garcia to a stand shortly after. Grabbing his neck, Cade hooks it and swings left, swinging neck breaker! Garcia slips out and back slides the Promethean into a pin!
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Kickout! Cade rolls to his knees, Garcia is fast to get to his feet. Cade looks surprised by the reversal but even more so by the sight of Rob Garcia running at him -- LIGHTS OUT FOR HARAMBE! NO! Cade ducks the running knee to the face and springs to his feet behind Garcia. Backflip kick - pelee - to the face of a turning Garcia! Rob is rocked, but doesn’t fall down. Instead Rob looks like he is out on his feet, teetering in place.
Lochlyn doesn’t wait and runs to the closest turnbuckle. No movement wasted in each step, Lochlyn leaps to the top turnbuckle and walks the rope in front of the dazed ReVenant. Executing a signature ropewalk somersault plancha on Rob! The move sends Garcia backwards to the point that he tumbles between the middle and bottom rope to the outside ring area. Seeing that Garcia was now out of the ring, the referee warns Lochlyn to stay in the ring as he begins the count.
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Rob is grabbing at the steel steps near him, using them to find his footing.
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Garcia is on his feet, back to the ring. Referee leans through the middle and top ropes to warn him of a count out. Topé Suicida from Lochlyn Cade! Garcia uses his own momentum though and throws Cade into the barricade with a sickening thud! The referee yells at the two men, showing his frustration for their lack of following orders. Garcia shakes his head before flicking off the referee. Grabbing the crumbled up Cade at the barricade, Garcia heaves him to the ring apron. Cade looks thrashed, no sign of life as he lays face down with his left arm dangling at his side, his right arm awkwardly on the ring apron. Garcia shoves Cade into the ring and climbs the apron.
Slingshotting himself over the top rope and rolling his full body weight onto Cade! The ReVenant member was showing off a quicker pace and more fluid style of his wrestling arsenal than he had before in NPW. Was the weight loss that big of a factor or was it his confidence in proving to the Cruiserweight Champion that his time with the gold was coming to an end? Garcia rolls off Cade to his feet, flexing his chest muscles with arrogance oozing from him.
Turning his focus back to Cade, Garcia leans over and mouths something to him before grabbing him by the hair and pulling Cade to his feet. Garcia swiftly kicks the left knee, sending Cade staggering as he loses balance. Garcia with a kick to the back of the right hamstring, and Cade caves to his knees. Smacking his own knee, Garcia nods as he points two fingers like a fun back at Lochlyn. Garcia grabs a fist full of hair yanking Cade’s head up to make him look into Garcia’s eyes. The imagery of the two men nose to nose is what bully posters in high school were made of -- POKE TO THE EYES! Lochlyn blinds Garcia and quickly wraps him in a small package near the ropes! The referee slides into position!
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Cade uses his foot and hooks it under the bottom rope for leverage to keep the small package locked in!
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Bell sounds just as Rob Garcia and Lochlyn Cade burst apart from the small package. Lochlyn rolling out of the ring as quickly as he can, while Garcia looks at the referee with shock in his eyes, holding his fingers up to show two, but the referee holds up three fingers back at him. Lochlyn Cade walks backwards with a slump in his upper body, showing the fight he had to endure tonight with Rob Garcia took it’s toll on him.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, LOCHLYN CADE! (14:57)
Garcia’s shock turns to anger as he sees the bottom rope shaking. He turns his attention from the referee to Lochlyn Cade who is now halfway up the ramp, now holding his Cruiserweight Championship that a ring crew member brought to him. Rob Garcia stands on the middle rope, leaning over the top, pointing to Cade’s championship and then gesturing that he’ll be wearing it around his waist.
[Catering.]
Meanwhile back in catering, Gus Arnold is still sitting at the table. His head in his hands, staring down at his papers as the karaoke continues. And the room is crowded with a small watching crowd, and it is clearly a party. But Gus was looked annoyed as he dragged a huge hand across his face as Sinclair appeared at his side once more. He muttered, frowning up at her. 'Did you tell him I am waiting to speak with him?'
'He says he will be right over!' Sinclair smiled helpfully, gesturing with her cup as she glanced around.
Meanwhile, Donzig continued to sing off key on the stage in that odd raspy voice of his.
....Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you
Yeah, if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you...
The song ended, and Donzig handed the mic off to one of the NPW jobbers before he stepped from the stage. He swept through the crowd, spreading his hands as his masked head tilted to stare at Gus. Gus stared back at him, shaking his head as Donzig dropped into the chair across from him. He leaned back, and Sinclair handed him a bottled water before he spoke. 'Gus! Gus! That last song was for you, a little Anne Murray.'
'Who?'
'Anne Murray? The Canadian Songbird?' Gus stared, looking confused. Donzig hissed, and shrugged as he lowered the bottle. 'She is a national treasure, Gus. She sang O, Canada at the first Blue Jays game? She carried the flag at the 2010 Olympics?'
Gus stared, and Donzig shook his head.
'She's a member of the Order of Canada, and the Order of Nova Scotia?'
'How? Why do you know that?' Gus snapped, and Donzig started to answer before Gus waved a hand at him. He slapped open his folder, flipping through the papers before he leaned back with a frown. 'Nevermind! Nevermind I don't want to know! I just want to know who you want to face with your contract, that is all I want. And then you can go back to whatever this is!'
Donzig glanced at Sinclair, and he leaned back in his chair. Holding the water bottle as he lifted a single finger to tap against his mask, clearly thinking before he shrugged. 'Gus, Gus, Gus. I can't possibly make such a big decision on the fly like this. I need a moment to think, maybe after my next set.'
Gus gritted his teeth, staring as Donzig as he sat there with the water bottle. Then he snapped his folder shut, grumbling. 'How can you even drink that when you are wearing a damned mask!'
Clyde, the masked behemoth and known ally to Jesse Jamester is seen lumbering backstage near catering when a stagehand comes running up with a plate in their hands. The stage hand stops Clyde and offers it to the giant.
Stagehand: "Mr. Clyde Sir, this is for you."
Clyde turns his head to the stage hand and then to the plate. Clyde lifts the contents off the plate revealing a cookie with chocolate chips assorted on it in the shape of a smiley face. Clyde turns to the stagehand confused for a second when a loud cracking of steel on flesh as Neo James Carner enters the scene wielding a steel chair in hand and the bodyguard Mason Murdock in tow. Clyde falls down to a knee as he is still clutching the cookie but crushes it in his massive hand's grip.
Stagehand "Sorry Clyde! That's just the way the cookie crumbles!"
Neo tees off again whacking Clyde again in the shoulder this time sending the masked monster down to the floor.
Stagehand "You see Mason! That's HOW you DO something! How you ACTUALLY do something! You guys are like the same size yet here I AM doing YOUR job! So sorry Clyde to turn this mauling into an educational lesson but you big fucks are dumb as fuck as I'm sure you're well aware!"
Neo says, throwing a swift kick into Clyde's ribcage.
Stagehand "I don't like getting my hands dirty with the help, really it should be you and my beasty going head to head in a kaiju battle but alas, good help is hard to find."
Neo says spitting down on the ground in front of Mason and then sends another rattling smack of the chair down into Clyde's sternum. Neo brushes his hair out of his face and tosses the chair down onto the ground.
Stagehand "You tell your boss Jesse the HIT is still out! You help him again and next time I'm leaving with pieces of you with me! This is war and there's going to be casualties!"
Neo turns his attention to Mason.
Stagehand "And you ya big silent fucking dollar store Voorhees, we're getting Roy down here and we're going to figure out why the hell you're broken! Tired of this lazy shit, I'm not gonna be made a fool anymore!"
Neo barks out as he and Mason saunter off the scene.
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Ronnie Long vs. Xialong
Xiaolong made his entrance first, the flames and the green bodysuit making him look like some kind of hero out of a cyberpunk action-hero. The reaction was mixed - Xiaolong’s had a long history and a couple of turns, and the fans weren’t quite sure how to take him at the moment. The reaction when “Grave Digger” by Blues Saraceno started playing, however, was overwhelmingly positive. Fighting the good fight and without anyone else’s shadow falling over him, Ronnie Long’s on a career upswing at the age of 46.
Long doffed his trench coat and hopped down from the turnbuckle. Xiaolong stood in the ring, still as a statue, staring him down. The fans got louder as Long took a few steps forward, looming over Xiaolong. Xiaolong was the first one to blink - he threw a roundhouse kick to the midsection, then erupted into a whirlwind of strikes. Kicks to the thighs, kicks to the waist, kicks to the upper arm, hand strikes to the chest and face, and a spinning back thrust kick sent Long staggering across the ring where he collapsed, sitting on the bottom rope. Xiaolong bolted forward and jumped high, connecting with a hesitation dropkick that sent Long backwards out of the ring, Xiaolong only saving himself by hanging onto the top rope. Before the bigger man could get to his feet, Xiaolong launched himself over the top rope with a pescado, landing across Long’s torso.
Uninterested in an outside brawl with Long, Xiaolong threw him into the ring under the bottom rope. He waited to see Long start to stand, then bolted to the top rope, howled, and leaped off with the Flying Dragon, sending Long head over heels! Xiaolong quickly tried a double leg pinfall, but Long pushed him off in two. As Long got to his knees Xiaolong threw some kicks to the chest.
Long dropped his guard to block one of them, intercepted the next, stood while holding onto the leg before using it to lift Xiaolong into the air and spike him back to the mat in a standing spinebuster! Trying for a quick finish, Long pulled Xiaolong up by the hair and tried to muscle him into powerbomb position. Xiaolong realized the danger and twisted loose, rolled between Long’s legs and threw a high kick. Long ducked, and as Xiaolong turned around Long grabbed him by the neck, tossed him into the corner like a sack of potatoes and leveled him with a knife edge chop as he bounced out!
The fans went nuts as Long shook the sting out of his chopping hand. Having seen what damage Xiaolong could do given space to work, Long was keeping things in close as he landed some solid elbows to the chest to knock Xiaolong back into the corner. Alternating left arm chops and elbow smashes, concluded with a standing right clothesline in the corner sent Xiaolong gasping to the ground. Long, surely only being helpful, lifted him back up, set him on the top rope, landed another elbow, and then delivered a second rope superplex! He rolled over into the cover.
One…
TWO…
no, Xiaolong got the shoulder up.
Long pulled Xiaolong back to his feet and sent him for a ride on the Irish whip. He threw the Western Lariat. Xiaolong ducked, didn’t straighten back up and left the ring through the middle ropes, turning back with a springboard forearm clothesline that clipped Long on the back of the head, doubling him over! From his back Xiaolong threw a palm strike to straighten him back up, and then a leg sweep to take him to the mat. He followed with a jumping moonsault, right into a pin!
1..
2..
3-No!
Long two count! He quickly moved into an armlock, twisting Long’s arm up over his shoulder, putting torque both on the shoulder and the wrist joint. On commentary, Blake Samuels noted that he was targeting Long’s lariating arm. Long began rallying to his feet, but just as he got to them, Xiaolong hopped up on his shoulders and took him over with a sunset flip into a bicep slicer!
Long let out a scream of pain as the ref went to check on him. Powering up, he tipped Xiaolong over backwards into a pin! ONE… and Xiaolong was out, but lost the hold. He fired off some more kicks, this time aiming for the upper arm, before laying a brutal one into the back of Long’s head.
It earned him a death glare from Long.
Most NPW fans who remembered Ronnie Long knew him from his days in DEFIANCE. Those that remembered his really old work, however, knew what this meant. Things were about to go straight the fuck down.
Xiaolong, seeing the headkick didn’t help, went back to the arm with a step-over armbar. Long stood, lifting Xiaolong with him. He pulled the man into a fireman’s carry then, with a half squat, he pressed him overhead before depositing him over the top rope! Not done, he pointed at Xiaolong outside the ring, then at the far side of the ring, his eyes wide, some fans already going nuts and the others getting louder.
As Xiaolong slowly got to his feet outside the ring, Long ran the far side of the ropes to build steam, and swan dived over the top rope, completely clearing it, knocking Xiaolong flat like a bowling pin before crashing himself into the ringside barrier.
As the fans lit it up with a ‘Holy Shit!’ chant, Long threw Xiaolong back into the ring, followed him in, sent him off the ropes, and as he rebounded, hit him with the tilt-a-whirl gutbuster. With Xiaolong doubled over, it was easy business to hook him at the waist, lift him up and drive him into the mat with the Extension Powerbomb! One… TWO… THREE.
Long got up, and collapsed to one knee, nursing his head, whether it be from Xiaolong’s buzzsaw kick, the crash into the guardrail, or both. Shaking it off, he hit the turnbuckle and spread his arms, before turning to Xiaolong, who was just stirring. Long looked down at Xiaolong, and offered him a handshake. Xiaolong stared back at him - or at least seemed to, his face inscrutable behind his mask. But after several seconds of hesitation, he took it. Long pulled Xiaolong up to his feet and clapped him on the shoulder. The masked man nodded, then turned and left the ring while Long continued his victory celebration.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, via Extension Powerbomb, RONNIE LONG! (11:10)
[Catering, Again.]
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone...
Sinclair Godfrey stood on the stage, singing as the crowd swayed along with her. But of course, her eyes were on one person. Also much like Donzig she had a surprisingly pleasant singing voice. Though she was not raspy or off key, and she leaned closer to the mic with a smile for the watching NPW crew.
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you
I'm with you, yeah, yeah...
'Should I wait for the song to be over?' asked Gus politely as he looked to Donzig who was still holding his water bottle, and he only glanced at the stage before he shrugged.
'Why? She always does this. Some sad, emotional song.' Donzig waved a hand, turning back to Gus. 'I think she is hung up on someone, but I am not sure who. What was it you wanted to talk about?'
Gus and several of the staff stared at Donzig clearly dumbstruck and confused. Donzig tilted his head, glancing back at the stage before he looked back to Gus as he seemed to ignore who Sinclair was singing to.
'I wanted to know who you were thinking of using your contracted title shot on.' Gus said, flipping open his folder as he looked for a pen. Donzig leaned back, head tilting as his fingers tapped against the table before he shook his head with a snort.
'So many options? I mean it could be Steve Awesome, or it could be Dominicus, or maybe even Lynx. I could very well find a partner and challenge for the tag team titles!' Donzig mused, a hand lifting to tap his fingers against his mask. He was deep in thought, stroking his chin before he leaned forward to look at Gus. Gus tapped his pen against the paper. 'But who knows, eh?'
Gus grunted, and the song came to an end. He looked back to Donzig, the pen pausing in it's tapping. 'I'd like to know. I'd also like to know what this is?'
He waved a big hand at the crowd and the karaoke before he watched Sinclair settle down beside Donzig. He nodded at her, and Donzig tilted his head before looking back to Gus as he reached up to pull off his mask. He sat it on the table, and stroked his beard before he gave a flick of his hand. 'Perhaps I am in a good mood and this is a celebration, or perhaps I am merely showing the extent of my power by having a karaoke party in the face of my enemies.'
Gus arched a brow, staring before Donzig shrugged his shoulders. And he leaned closer, and smiled that awful smile of his. 'Or maybe I am just trying to make them think I am crazy so they underestimate me, eh? But of course, Gus? I just might be crazy.'
He leaned back again, and then a murmur went through the room as someone came inside. Gus Arnold blinked, and the Revenants came through the crowd to approach the table. Donzig slid to his feet, scowling as Sinclair rose behind him. Keith Williams glowered before he stepped ahead of the others to approach them. He flicked a glance at Gus, and then slammed a hand down on the table as he spoke. 'Donzig! You son of a bitch! You bastard!'
'You magnificent asshole!' snapped Donzig, and then the pair of heels did an elaborate handshake which left Gus speechless. And then Donzig repeated the proceess with Neo James Carner, and Rob Garcia. Gus looked between them all, and then he lifted his hands in annoyance as Donzig shrugged. 'Excuse me, Gus, I have to do a set with my dear friend, Keith.'
Gus Arnold like most of the people in the CWA was perplexed by the love hate relationship between the Great White Terror and the Scourge, and he waved for them to proceed as he slapped the folder shut. 'You know you may want to get ready for your match!'
Trios Match
30 Minute Time Limit
The Bastards (Riot, Windsor & Fowler) vs. The Marsupials of Mayhem (Koala, Wombat & Dropbear)
If you want to talk about two factions who have turned heads in a short amount of time, it would be these two. The Bastards have been all they were sold to be from the moment they signed their contracts. In a short period of time, Rob Riot and Frank Windsor climbed their way through the tag team rankings which earned them the championship opportunity they had been chasing.
They say the cream rises to the top, and The Bastards did just that. Rob Riot was able to put the finishing touches on a brilliant performance and stamp The Bastards as the top tag team in Northern Pro Wrestling.
The story wouldn't be complete without speaking about Kid Koala and his valiant march through the Honor Royal, outlasting many of Northern Pro's finest competitors. For an encore, Koala made the most of his performance and with Gus Arnold's permission, was able to compete for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships later in the evening. Koala was up against it, having worked at a fast pace earlier in the evening, but his heart and determination wouldn't allow him to slow down. While Koala didn't factor into the decision, he made many memories and lasting moments during the match which seem to have management convinced that he's a budding superstar.
Now that we are starting to learn a little more about the Marsupials of Mayhem as a whole - we know they aren't all built the same - but they certainly have the pack mentality down to a Tee. Dropbear seems ready to fight at the drop of a dime, especially if his mentor Kid Koala is in trouble. Wombat is an impressive figure, with poise, power and the attitude to do big things.
How would these two team fair against one and other? It was something that the wrestling world had been dying to find out.
As the action got underway, the fans seemed to be relatively split as to who they were cheering for. But the good thing is, they were active. They weren't sitting on their hands, so they were ready have the action get started.
We witnessed Dropbear's debut, as he started the match against Billy Fowler. The two big men colliding in the ring was like witnessing two semi-trucks smashing into each other on the freeway. Fowler wasn't intimidated and took the fight to his 'strange' opponent. Fowler hammered away, and Dropbear smiled...seemingly enjoying the conflict. Dropbear ducked a punch, irish whipped Fowler and caught him with a big boot! Fowler stumbled and tried to cover up, as he smothered some of DropBears impending punches. Fowler is no souch in the power department, and fired back after playing some defence.
DB went for a takedown, but Fowler caught him and refuse to give his neck back. Fowler leaned back to apply pressure on this front face sleeper he was attempting. But the two big men landed near the ropes and a break was issued by the referee.
Fowler stomped away at his foe, before picking him up and whipping him into their corner. A Tag to Riot followed, and the crowd cheered. Fowler whipped DB into the ropes and a double clothesline followed! Riot picked DB up, ran with a headlock and executed a tornado bulldog! Then it was time to hit the mat, with the bigger man down, Riot could be in his world where he excels. KK and Wombat were on their side of the ring cheering their teammate on.
Riot took the mount position, before swiftly transitioning to side control and started to work for a head and arm choke from top position. DB squirmed and fought and was able to sweep and scramble to a neutral position before making a dive towards his corner to get out of danger. A quick touch of KK's hand, and he was the legal man.
If you want to talk about wrestling, these two put on an absolute show for the fans. Koala was able to match Riot at every turn. Whenever it looked like he might be in trouble, Koala would reverse, or get away a split second before Riot could fully take advantage. After flipping out of a german suplex attempt, KK hit the second rope and nailed Riot with a dropkick!
A deep arm drag followed, and with control, KK tried to extend the elbe with a cross arm breaker, but Riot stacked him, picked up KK and drove him to the mat! What an exchange. Riot took control finally, and tried to were KK down, thinking this was in his best interest. Keep the flyer grounded, and impose your will.
Riot pushed KK back into Bastard territory and tagged Windsor into the match. The Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions worked a double back elbow strike, before Windsor took KK down with a snap DDT. Windsor looked back to his old form, having dropped tons of weight since signing his contract with NPW.
Windsor hit KK with a running power slam which resulted in a near fall, but the fiesta Koala was able to kickout. Windsor leaned on KK with a reverse chinlock, trying force his opponent to carry his weight. The fans seemed to get behind the free spirited KK, stomping their feet, hoping he would fight back against his bigger opponent. Struggling to get to one knee, then up, elbows to the gut followed. KK took Windosr's wrist, twisted it, hit the ropes, launched himself, twisted and shook Windsor free in spectacular fashion.
WHAM!
Superkick!
KK dove to his corner, and tagged Wombat!
Wombat was on fire, lefts and rights, irish whip, back drop to windsor! The fans were into it, knowing the stakes involved in the contest.
Suddenly, a stunned silence fell over the arena.
[Mormo.]
[Moloch.]
[The KGB Death Squad.]
These men were massive, menacing and clearly there to carry out orders from their leader - Donzig!
Donzig and Kid Koala had exchanged heated words leading up to this event, so one would surmise they were out there to send a message. Mormo yanked Koala off of the apron and launched him into the guardrail!
Dropbear saw red, and went right for Mormo, but Moloch caught him and took him to the arena floor hard with a spinebuster.
Wombat was inside of the ring, he left Windsor, and jumped off the apron with a clothesline that took Moloch out! The fans rejoiced!!
Mormo went for Wombat, and it was a slugfest! Left, right.
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOO!
Kid Koala showed heart, and used the guardrail to launch himself and executed a superman punch to Mormo!
Dropbear took Moloch down, and started to punch away!
The referee couldn't hold back his count any longer, and to call for a Countout!
The Marsupials didn't seem to care, as they were clicking on the outside, fighting Donzig's men off with passion. Eventually, the big men started to retreat, and not soon enough, because Rob Riot, Frank Windsor and Billy Fowler exited the ring and stood alongside of the Marsupials in an unexpected turn of events! The six men that just battled in the ring stood unified against the KGB Death Squad! As big as they were, they knew that it was time to go, and that they were able to make their message loud and clear.
The biggest travesty is that the Trios Match was unable to playout to its full potential. But something tells me that these two factions are liable to clash again, as there is only room for one team at the very top.
Koala, DB and Wombat nodded to the Bastards, as if to say that their battle helped forged more respect in the moment than they had initially coming into the contest. Things are looking up for everyone involved in this contest.
The final shot is of the groups respecting the referee's decision to call the bout when he did, but also jointly infuriated with Donzig's men ruining their showcase.
Neo James Carner sits on a crate, his hands tightly clasped together as he stares out the loading bay door. There's the hustle and bustle of wrestling stage hands and trucks scurrying along as Neo sits. He is flanked by Mason Murdock, his giant bodyguard who hasn't exactly done much in the form of body guarding lately.
NJC: "Said he would be here...He said you'd be a decent body guard too but alas, here we are...he's late and you're no good at body guarding."
Neo says with a chuckle.
NJC: "Should have known I couldn't have trusted Roy. The ReVenants aren't about that spooky shit and this is my reward for even bothering."
Neo says chucking a wad of paper onto the ground he crumpled up moments before.
Roy: "My, my. My ears are ringing with the sweet sound of compliments."
Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe saunters into frame snickering as Neo quickly pops up to a vertical base.
NJC: "You! I paid you a lot of money for this piece of shit bodyguard and he doesn't do anything of the sort. He doesn't guard, he's just a useless body! He doesn't escort me to the ring! He doesn't do anything! You've made me look like a damn fool over the past month and this will not stand! No longer! Need I remind you what The ReVenants did to you when we first debuted!? We crushed you and we'll kindly do it again!"
Neo spits out all the vile bile and venom he has stored inside of himself. Roy's face is serious but cracks as he starts a menacing laugh.
NJC: "You think this is some kind of JOKE!?"
Roy: "It is! It's ALL a joke! You! Neo James Carner, the world's self proclaimed most self important narcissist finally...finally being put into his place. For too long I've watched you scurry along and make a fool out of wrestling! For too long The ReVenants have made a feast out of my famine. You guys put me on the shelf and my grand plan for revenge? To make you look like a complete and utter fool! You wanna know why nobody has claimed the bounty on Jesse Jamester?"
Neo's brow begins to furrow.
Roy: "That's right Sunshine! Mason Murdock isn't ringside with you because he's watching Jesse Jamester's back without his knowledge! You wanna know why? Because THIS IS MY REVENGE!"
Suddenly Mason Murdock comes to life like a leviathan that he truly is and begins throwing powerful clubbing blows into Neo's spine, beating him down onto his knees.
Roy: "A remote controlled bodyguard? How daft have you become Neo? Keith Williams in the main event and you can't even get booked. I must say, it's not exactly how I pictured my revenge going but this is how I envisioned it ending."
Roy says gesturing to Mason to lift Neo up, the massive monster grabs Neo around the throat and hoists him up to a forced vertical standing position.
Roy: "I want you to remember this Neo, I want you to remember where you are and where The ReVenants aren't. See a pack of wolves worry about hierarchy and making sure they fill their own bellies before the needs of its weakest member. That's you, you're the runt of the litter."
Roy gives a slap on Neo's cheek.
Roy: "Darkness is control, and I control the darkness that's inside of Mason. You? You a non-believer could never possess the powers of possession that I have. You buy and sell yourself like a whore. You can't buy darkness, the true sorrow is the horrors of this world and the next ...."
Roy slowly steps back and turns away.
Roy: "are here to destroy you."
Roy snaps his fingers and Mason choke slams Neo James Carner right through the crate he started this segment sitting on. The crate explodes into a pile of splinters. Roy tosses the remote control at the floor next to Neo and motioned to Mason to come along as the two slowly skulk off. Referees and medical staff fly onto the scene and begin pulling Neo from the wreckage.
[Where Else?]
[Catering.]
....Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
Give love give love give love give love give love...
Despite himself, Gus found himself nodding along with Sinclair and the Revenants as the unexpected duo of Keith Williams and Donzig tore the house down. The crew and scattered jobbers were clapping along with the song. The pair were back to back, and just belting it out. Gus was speechless, as the two most evil men in the entire CWA were rocking it out to the classic.
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the (people on streets) edge of the night
And loves (people on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure...
The place erupted in cheers as the song ended. Donzig and Keith Williams bumped fists, and then Keith headed off with the waiting Revenants. Donzig threw a wave to the crowd, sliding from the stage to walk back over to the table. He nodded at Sinclair, and dropped down in his chair before his gaze settled on Gus once more. Gus grumbled, clearly trying to get back on track as he looked around the room before he shrugged. 'So did you decide anything yet?'
Donzig snorted, fingers dragging through his wild beard before he leaned back in his chair with a faints smile. 'Oh, I don't know, Gus. Maybe, I will--'
Sinclair leaned in suddenly, hand on Donzig's shoulder as she whispered in his ear. Then Donzig turned to face her, nodding before his hand snapped out to reclaim his mask. He lifted it again, dragging it into place over his face before he slid to his feet. 'I have a match to prepare for Gus, you will excuse me.'
Gus stammered, eyes widening as he slammed a huge hand down on the folder as Donzig swept for the door. Sinclair gave him a shrug, mouthing 'sorry' before she followed after Donzig. Gus slumped back in his chair, shaking his head before he finally rose to his feet. 'Somedays I could honestly strangle him.'
[Drumroll.]
[Cut.]
Non-Title Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Steve Awesome vs. Donzig
Lights in the arena dim, as a heavy drum and bass guitar strums a melody through the arena. Red and white spotlights above the stage entrance scatter along the stage and aisle to the ring before the menacing Donzig appears before the NPW audience. Receiving a mixed reaction, the Scourge of Northern Pro Wrestling was looking for his taste of retribution tonight against the man who won the four way match at Honor Fight for the Fallen and captured the Openweight Championship. While gold eluded Donzig in the Canadian wrestling company, he was not without some form of compensation for his hard work. Winning the Honor Royale, Donzig was now the only member on the NPW roster who had a guaranteed shot at any championship he desired.
Donzig took his time walking the aisle to the ring. A red hue of lights painted the ring a horror-esque scene as Donzig slid under the bottom rope and took his place in the center of the ring. Imposing an intimidating appearance as the menacing mask of Donzig was highlighted in red, taking on a devilish appearance. The music fades.
"Full of Regret" by Danko Jones blasts through the arena as fans pop up to get a good view of the freshly crowned NPW Openweight Champion’s entrance. All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting his name. Some however are finding harmony in the hate-Awesome camp and show it vocally.
Half the Crowd: "AWE-SOME!"
Other Half of Crowd: “SUCKS!”
Half the Crowd: "AWE-SOME!"
Other Half of Crowd: “SUCKS!”
Fans: "RE-GRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
The lights in the arena dazzle and burst to life as they begin to flash green and black spotlights all throughout the arena and down on the ring to the beat of the music. Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones. Dressed in his black leather jacket with green trim and frills hanging off in various locations, topped off with his signature aviator glasses and perfectly placed hair - the “Face of the Franchise” was in rare form as he made his way down to the ringside area.
♫ Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her wont you tell her for me/
It's better this way to avoid all the misery ♫
Once the guitar starts soloing, Steve steps through the ropes, pausing as he looks back at the crowd over the top of his aviators, hand raised up to his eyebrows scanning the crowd before pointing to a fan ringside. He leaps down out of the ring, takes off the aviators, placing them on the little ‘Awesome’-fan he sees wearing his signature T-shirt sold everywhere online. Steve Awesome proceeds to hit on the kid’s mom, before he decides to slide into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket, before he spins around and drops into a kneel. Steve Awesome flexes his arms with biceps and chest muscles popping and veins accentuated under the hue of lights on the ring. Steve Awesome gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him, and he flexes the hips one more time, winking at the ladies in the front row. Music fades.
The recent events of Honor Fight for the Fallen were only a few short weeks removed from this encounter. Steve Awesome secured his first NPW Championship with a pinfall over ‘D’, in a last minute gut buster of a back-and-forth with Donzig. Tonight the Openweight title was not the prize, no, it was the pride of two men who appear to need closure on who really was the better man. For Donzig, that teeth clenching question had to be driving him mad. Yet at the same time, Donzig had the golden ticket to cash in any time he felt like challenging for a NPW Championship. This had to sit uneasily with Steve Awesome, who knew the manipulative history of the Scourge, Donzig. Following the referee’s checking of both men, a quick briefing of the ref’s rules and what he wanted, the bell is signaled for and dings, we are underway!
Steve Awesome fluffs his feathered hair, looking calm, cool, and collected. Donzig points across the ring at Steve, before redirecting that same finger to a cutting motion across his neck. The two men did not share a mutual respect for one another, that much was clear. Donzig takes the fight to Awesome and goes straight for him, throwing his arms up to lock up.
Awesome looks unimpressed but entertains this decision and moves towards the center of the ring. As the two meet -- KICK! Donzig drives a boot into Awesome’s midsection, forcing Steve to heel over. Donzig clubs the back of Awesome once and Steve bolts up and walks away briskly as a result. Donzig doesn’t give him much space though, and immediately unleashes a right fist to the turning opponent. Awesome stutter steps from the impact and jabs back at Donzig’s mask, the two trading blows in the early going.
Donzig goes for an Irish whip to Awesome! Quickly countered as Steve puts the brakes on and reverses the momentum, bringing Donzig into his swinging arm — CLOTHESLINE! Donzig hits the canvas and rolls away from Awesome, before returning to his feet. Awesome is on him like flies on a public commode, clubbing away at Donzig’s back with forearm attacks. Awesome grabs Donzig by the back of his neck and slams his head into the turnbuckle, showing him each it up close and personal. Donzig elbows Steve in the ribs and slips behind him, hooking his waist to deliver a German suplex!
Awesome rolls through the impact to his knees and Donzig is already up and headed in his direction. Steve can do little but protect his movie star face with both arms, as Donzig cross checks him with his whole body! Awesome and Donzig roll towards the ropes. Donzig now unleashing a barrage of punches to Steve’s forehead. Awesome throat chops him and stands up. Feeling the air leave his windpipe, Donzig is slow to recover and this allows Steve Awesome to execute a hammerlock backdrop on the Scourge. Hooking the leg, Steve goes for a pin.
1..
2..
Kick out! Awesome looks unimpressed as he reaches for Donzig’s mask and begins to pull him to his feet by it. Double punch to the gut by Donzig! Awesome staggers backwards, Donzig sprints at Steve and grabs him by the arm, pulling him into a clutched bearhug before popping his hips and sending Steve sailing through the air behind him!
Suddenly the camera stops focusing on the match and is instead focused on the crowd. Specifically, the tunnel on the right side of the fan section that leads to the floor seats near ringside. It’s….
[The Marsupials of Mayhem.]
Dropbear, Kid Koala, the Wombat, Possum and eKid Nah are seen making their way towards the ringside area with a plethora of concession foods in their arms. Nachos, popcorn, hotdogs, a bucket of wings, tacos, and refreshments are plenty visible as they find their way to the front row on the right side of the ring. Taking their seats, the Marsupials kick back - Kid Koala with his feet on the guard rail, Dropbear taking up two seats, Possum crouched on a chair, eKid Nah facing backwards, and the Wombat near the end of the row trying to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in his mouth.
Donzig and Steve Awesome trade punches near the corner. It’s Donzig who gets Awesome with a kick to the knee, affording him the advantage to lock Steve’s head and plant him with a DDT. Donzig grabs the ropes, pulling himself up before taking two steps and driving a knee into the forehead of the fallen Awesome.
The Scourge finally notices the Marsupials ringside, as they’re shenanigans begin to attract the attention of fans around them. The group was unorthodox, yet effective; as the NPW witnessed first hand in the Honor Battle Royal. Donzig seems annoyed but it’s unknown exactly as his mask covers the entirety of his face. Instead of being distracted, Donzig stomps away at Steve Awesome, who tries crawling away from him in the process.
Snatching up Steve by his prized mullet hair, Donzig shoots Steve across the ring towards the ropes. Awesome bounces off the ropes and ducks a Donzig haymaker; bouncing off the ropes again, Steve leaves his feet and delivers a flying forearm to Donzig! The move sends Steve rolling to the ropes where he ends up on his back. Donzig lays on his back seeing the lights.
Ringside, the Marsupials begin to take turns throwing popcorn at Steve Awesome. Making it a game, they take turns, using a single popcorn at a time. Steve finally feels one of the buttery popped edibles in his hair and his eyes light up. Rolling under the bottom rope he slides off the apron and stands directly in front of the Marsupials. Steve makes a joke about their appearances, something to the effect of ‘trash pandas getting a bad rap when the Marsupials are the garbage of wrestling…’ or something like that. As the words take a moment to sink in for the Marsupials, eKid Nah grabs a handful of popcorn and tosses it in Awesome’s face! Donzig with a suicide dive through the middle rope! Steve is blindsided by the flying Donzig and is sent into the guard rail barricade!
This triggers the Marsupials, who begin throwing their food at Donzig! Hotdogs and corn dogs, tacos and nachos, the onslaught of condiments and gas station foods begin painting the body of Donzig and the surrounding ringside area until Donzig has had enough. Grabbing Steve by the tights, Donzig tosses him over the barricade into the laps of Kid Koala and the Wombat! The remaining Marsupials leap from their seats and its mayhem at ringside!
Steve Awesome is punching Kid Koala and the Wombat, eKid Nah and the Possum leap on the barricade and go for Donzig - while Dropbear begins to step over the barricade one leg at a time. Donzig catches Possum and fallaway slams him onto the outside floor. eKid Nah leaps on Donzig’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck to choke him, but is flung over Donzig’s head into Dropbear. Kid Koala and the Wombat send Steve Awesome back over the guard rail. Donzig sees Steve, and the two look at one another briefly before they see a chair whizzing right between them!
The next one hits Donzig from behind as Kid Koala comes leaping over the barricade with the chair aimed at Donzig’s head. It instead lands in the upper back of Donzig and we hear the bell sound! The referee has lost control of this one and is outside the ring now talking with the ring announcer. The Marsupials of Mayhem could care less though, as they regain their numbers advantage and the five of them go after Donzig in turns. Kid Koala being the main attacker after his chair shot. Steve Awesome fends off Possum and throws him into the steel steps, before making his escape towards the announcer’s table area, scooping up his Openweight Championship and getting out of dodge.
Announcer: This match has been called a DRAW due to outside interference!
With the announcement, the Wombat and Dropbear toss Donzig into the ring by his trunks and follow suit by sliding in. Kid Koala leaps onto the apron and enters the ring quickly after as eKid Nah tends to Possum near the steel steps. Donzig rises in the middle of the three Marsupials, and puts his fists up, not one to back down from a fight - even if the numbers were not in his favor.
From behind the Wombat kicks Donzig in the back of his knee, cutting the Scourge down in size. Kid Koala and The Wombat signal at one another and as though on queue deliver stereo Shining Wizards to Donzig -- but that’s not all! Dropbear comes in as his brethren finish their kicks, and delivers his own Angry Bear Kick (bicycle kick) to the kneeling Donzig! They execute their trademark Super Marsupial Mechanism of Mayhem move on the Master of the Void, Donzig.
Kid Koala squats down beside the fallen Donzig and has some words for him, but the fans in attendance are unglued and whatever he is saying is not heard. The Marsupials of Mayhem lineup in the ring and Kid Koala puts a foot on the chest of the downed Donzig. They raise their hands in the air, while eKid Nah throws popcorn in the air like confetti. War has been waged.
[Hype.]
[Northern Pro Wrestling returns to the Scotiabank Arena.]
[Main Event.]
[6 Man Tag Team Match.]
[Worlds Collide.]
[Can they trust each other?]
[Will new alliances be formed?]
[Will the stalwart stable and friend reign?]
[Keith Williams.]
[Steve Awesome.]
[Donzig.]
[RevZig rides again.]
[The Call to Arms band is back together.]
[They're Under Pressure.]
[Drum Roll.]
[Their Opponents.]
[Lynx.]
[Kid Koala.]
[Rob Riot.]
[Can The Bastards and Marsupials get along?]
[Will Danzig escalate things with Kid Koala?]
[Can Rob Riot gain revenge for the Rev's attack on Fowler last month.]
[Will Lynx and Keith Williams finally settle their score?]
[Six of the best wrestlers in the world collide.]
[Batten Down The Hatches.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
[Backstage.]
The Dark Stars are posted up in the hallway backstage, clearly proud of themselves for their beatdown of Alex Turner earlier in the evening. Like a whirlwind, they're interrupted by Turner coming around the corner like a house on fire, and swinging wildly. Timeless connected with Kono, but once again, Niko was there to make the save.
The duo took turns striking and taunting Timeless, laughing as they administered punishment.
[Primal.]
WHOA!
Primal is in the building and he has seen enough.
SPEAR!
Primal caught Niko clean. Kono tried to interject but he's taken down by a double leg and gets a face full of fists from Primal.
Timeless is starting to come to, looking up to see his tag team partner hasn't forsaken him at all. While there might be some friction over their recent loss, it appears as though Primal's actions are painting a different story.
Primal decides he has done enough damage, and pulls Turner to his feet.
Primal said that Prime Time had accepted their challenge to a match, since they asked Timeless to find a partner. Primal said, his partner was right there, right where he needed to be.
Timeless and Primal exchange a moment of respect, as they walk off and leave both Kono and Niko grasping for them as they walk past.
[Cut.]
Main Event
North American Double Crown
No Time Limit
Lord Dominicus (c) vs. Lynx vs. Keith Williams
The action packed event wasn't over, not by a long shot. The fans were set to be treated to a match to determine who was the top wrestler in the promotion, and all three wrestlers based on their reputation resume could make that claim and nobody would bat an eye. The current champion; Lord Dominicus has been in the middle of a grand transformation period for the promotion. Working on a reign that has spanned over six months, Lord Dominicus has proven himself to worthy of the distinction he carries.
While it might've taken the fans a little while to warm up to his antics, in retrospect, it was the matter of being accustomed to a certain style of fighter, and now looking to embrace the opposite. Through hardworking and tough battles, LD was able to sway the fans in his favour. What might've assisted, was LD's affiliation with Northern Pro's favourite son; Eron Hunter.
2021 has been a stellar year for the young grappler. Winning tournaments, headlining events, setting a rivalry in the main event of a world wide pay pre view. The young man never once took a step back, and always stands up for what he believes. Between his hard work, his successes and admiration from both the fans and ownership, its a no brainer for Hunter to have earned this opportunity. Now dawning his mask and alter ego which suggests his most primal of instincts are at the forefront of his being.
That extra nudge needed to capitalize on moments that serve him and not being fearful of toeing that proverbial line. In recent months, Lynx has teamed with LD, but also made it clear that from a competitive stand point - he wanted to test himself against the top guy in the company as he has earned the right to do so.
The wild card in this contest is Keith Williams. Keith is capable of doing just about anything at anytime, and he has proven this on many occasions. Whether it was attacking Hunter and cutting him open to make a spectacle of his kill. Whether it's the lengths he has gone to with Jesse Jamester from attacks, bottling him and using the numbers to gain any sort of advantage.
In recent weeks, Keith and LD made no bones about their true feelings for one and other. LD seems to believe that now that he has decided to make this his swan song, that the company could be in peril. Keith stood tall, and suggested that this was manipulation and hogwash. The North's most feared and despised is coming to it's rescue? Perhaps LD is the epitome of a leopard being unable to change their spots.
Regardless, Gus Arnold believes that the steps he has taken to take part ownership of a new venture will serve his audience and locker room well. For anyone to hint otherwise clearly doesn't know anything about the 'hardliner' personality and lifestyle that the owner of Northern Pro Wrestling embodies. One might argue that the winner of this match will capture lightening in a bottle. The company is primed to take the next steps in it's evolution, and the winner will be steering the ship.
Once all three men were inside of the ring, they took a moment to survey the ring, size one and other up while embracing the energy and applause from the crowd. The fans, as always - showed their unbridled commitment to the action, and made sure to voice how special they felt this match was. The fans were on their feet, and the energy was such that you could cut it with a knife.
DING DING DING
RAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Lynx pounced and went right for Keith. It was on and the two men traded blows. LD stood in his corner, observing, not wanting to interject himself too quickly. Keith was back peddling, which brought a roar from the crowd as their hero seemed to be in control early.
WOOOSH!!
Just like that, Lynx and pushed forward and knocked Keith over the top rope!
LD ran forward, Lynx side stepped and that was just fine, as the current champion took flight and dove out of the ring and caught Keith with a plancha! The impact was mighty, as Keith hit the guardrail, and LD was a little slow to get up, perhaps misjudging how to land such a high impact move with his adrenaline at it's max. Lynx perched himself on the top rope... he wouldn't would he?
Yes he would!
Moonsault!
OHHHHH!!
Lynx hit LD with top rope moonsault to the arena floor! Lynx popped up and saluted the crowd. He seemingly felt like this pace suited him, and that he was prepared to seize the opportunity. Keith was slow to his feet, but in perfect position to attack Lynx from behind - which is what he did. Keith drove his knee in the small of Lynx's back which slowed him up. Release german suplex on the floor!
Lynx hit the single mat protecting him from the concrete hard. He took the brunt of the suplex on his shoulders, which was the only positive. A few inches higher, and his neck could've been compromised. Keith looked at his work like a predator, and that much was clear to the crowd. After having disposed of Lynx, Keith rushed forward and turned LD inside out with a nasty running clothesline! In order to break the count, Keith rolled into the ring and decided to watch the two men he was battling suffer to gather their wits on the outside. The crowd erupted into a chorus of Boos and Keith cupped his hand to his ear encouraging them to be louder about their true feelings.
At the referee's eight count, Lynx finally rolled under the bottom rope, where he was met with vicious stomps from the ReVenant. Lynx tried to to his leg, was working for that single leg take down, but he just couldn't get it. What he did do, was buy LD a bit of time to get on the apron. LD took flight, flying forearm connected flush with Keith, knocking him on the backside. A running low dropkick to the kisser followed!
1..
NO!
Keith kicked out with authority. LD looked over to Lynx, and it was like they went back to their days as a tag team. Double suplex! Tandem senton's! But who is going to go for the cover?
LD wasn't going to stand around to find out, he rushed Lynx, trying to gain an upperhand. But the young lion wasn't going to back down, as LD made his intention clear Lynx was ready to take his best shot. After a few attempts to break Lynx down, it was clear that he was riding high, and his pain tolerance was at it's peak. The fans cringed as he took these unprotected shots, but something bigger than what can be explained must've been guiding him, as he fought back with fury as if he was completely fresh and has suffered no damage in the contest to that point. A sight to behold.
RAAAAH!
Lynx fired up and LD was backing up. Keith crouched in the school boy position which ended up tripping LD as Lynx connected clean with a superman punch! Keith held the cover, oh no!
1..
Lynx broke up the pin, then transitioned into the mount on Williams and laced into him with some stiff shots. There would be no stone left unturned in this contest.
Lynx picked Keith up and executed a reverse neck breaker from the standing position. Lynx then hit the apron and launched himself into the ring with a diving leg drop!
WHACK!
Superkick from LD!
Lynx didn't see it coming and those are the kind's of attacks that do the most damage. He went for the cover.
1..
2..
Keith broke it up!
Close call there, but that's just how quickly the winner can prevail. Keith stomped away before yanking LD to his feet and dropping him with a nasty hammerlock DDT! Keith walked over to Lynx, and whipped him into the ropes, when he bounced off, Keith drove him into the mat with a nasty spinebuster!
Another moment followed for the fans to share their feelings and views of the antagonist.
They could be staring at the next Double Crown Champion. The man who took the federation by storm with the use of force and intimidation. The man who orchestrates attacks like the conductor of a symphony. The man who strikes fear into the soul of the masses, so much so they treat him as the boogeyman. Failed promotions are part of his past, not due to his actions, but due to the fact that they weren't able to foster the environment conducive to his brand of excellence. The man who's name brings forth gossip and stories of folklore like the Loch Ness, and Big Foot.
A ruthless apex predator with the fortitude to allow these claims to resonate with the weak minded.
But a man who is undeniably loyal to those he trusts. Where that level of respect is reciprocated. Could this be his night?
As the match wore on, it appeared it might be. Keith took turns bouncing from opponent to opponent and unleashing his vast repertoire of offence.
A jumping pile driver on LD!
Bicycle Kick for Lynx!
Taunting.
Basking.
The Great White Terror was stealing the show, and there wasn't much that could be done about it. At least, not at that moment.
The crowd had picked their enemy, while also choosing their favorite. In what might've been deemed a dead heat prior to the match - LD and Lynx have both enjoyed the support of the loyal Canadian fans. But tonight, they were fiercely in the corner of Eron Hunter - the man known as Lynx. It was as if they felt his pain while he was down, and it was as if their kinship was strong enough for him to feed off of their energy and positive support when he needed it.
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Crowd: Let's go LYNX!
Finally, Lynx started talking back to Keith. While he wasn't able to truly gain an advantage, he was able to fire up enough to get some shots in, which staggered Keith's attack a bit, biding both he and LD time to gather themselves. Keith was seemingly growing more frustrated that he wasn't able to put any of the finishing touches on either man. But that wasn't going to prevent him from pushing forward. LD shot for Keith's leg, which was starting to slow him and Lynx sensed an opportunity!
He went to the top rope, but LD shoved him off the top rope!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!
Lynx went crashing down hard! LD looked proud of himself.
The crowd started to stir.
Crowd: WHAT-THE-HECK!
LD turned around and walked right into a kick to the gut from Keith into the K_DRIVER! As Keith was hoisting LD up, LD kicked his legs wildly and hit the referee in the face, knocking him down!
Crowd: (GASP)
A siren interrupts the audience's attention. Peering to the stage, we see next to it a Royal Canadian Mountain Police car come burning rubber through a side exit for ring crew to the right of the srta and down the path next to the ramp, before it stops due to the stage and ramp. Door swinging open, out steps...
[Jesse Jamester.]
The Roof on the Building is gone!
RAAAAAAAH!!!
The K Driver was successful, but there is no ref to make the count.
Jesse grabs Keith's leg from under the bottom rope and pulls him to the outside.
The Crowd is going crazy!
JJ fired up Keith and blistered him with some heavy shots. The two heated rivals were trading blows, and spilled their way into the crowd! The crowd dispersed giving both men room to settle their differences. What a time for Jesse to make his presence felt, just as Keith was about to finish the match and likely secure the North American Double Crown. But one had to deduce that Keith has had it coming for a while now, and Karma has caught up with him in regards to his actions against JJ in the past.
Meanwhile...
Lynx was pulling himself up to the apron. He sees Lord Dominicus laying prone on the mat.
Could he?
Will he?
YES!!
Nightfall! The Shooting Star LegDrop!
He holds for the cover.
The referee is coming to.
1..
2..
3!!!
RAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
DING DING DING!
We have a NEW North American Double Crown Champion!
Lynx is slow to his feet, and the place is electric. The referee raises his hand!
The camera shoots to Keith Williams who looks dejected!
WHAM! Jesterplex!
Jesse Jamester laid Keith out with the Jesterplex on the arena floor amongst the fans!
Lynx is struggling to his feet, but he is now aware of what has happened, and he's soaking it all in!
There are fans in the front row with tears in their eyes.
Children are jumping for joy.
Grown Men pumping their fists!
Their Hero has done it! What a journey!
Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER and NEEEEEEEEW North American Double Crown Champion - LYNX!!!!!
The referee hands Lynx the Championship, and he falls down to his knees, looking up to the sky. He has captured the championship of his dreams. He did it on his own, he did it, his way!
JJ is seen in the background applauding Lynx, and salutes his efforts!
Not to be out done.
[Donzig.]
The man who has been causing trouble all over the arena with many members of the roster walks out to the top of the stage. He stares Lynx down, knowing full well he has the key to a championship shot of his choosing. Perhaps it's a mind game, perhaps it is his intention to actually call his shot. We won't find out tonight, but The Scourge is interjecting himself into the mix, a place where he belongs.
Lynx notices, and drapes the North American Double Crown over his shoulder. Lynx raises his arm, which brings one more resounding roar from the crowd!
Our final scene is of our new champion soaking in the applause of the fans, in what will go down as a truly monumental night for Northern Pro Wrestling.
[Cut.]
[Credits Roll.]
