NPW Great Northern War - Nov. 9th, 2021

 

30 Minute Time Limit

Eddie Havok

Takaru Matsui

The Great Northern War is an event that symbolizes rivalries and intense battles. While these three men haven't been locked in bitterness for the past few months, they have turned heads in the front office. Gus Arnold would only include men who had earned the right to compete on a show like this one. Gus knows that the traditional views he imparts are taking a back seat tonight for the sake of redemption and violence.

As soon as the bell rang, Timeless was like a man possessed. He was throwing caution to the wind and even left his feet to try and inflict maximum damage to his opponents. Something certainly has gotten into him as of late. After Jesse Jamester drove his head to the floor, he lost the Imperial Crown Tag Team Titles, he tried to fight the Dark Stars on his own, and seems a bit lost these days. Instead of cowering, it seems to have made Timeless all the more ruthless, which is a scary thought.

Takaru was seen communicating to Eddie Havok while Timeless stormed around the ring, looking to continue his onslaught on the two men. It was no surprise that Havok and Takaru used the numbers game to attack Timeless with Stereo Superkicks! It was almost as if they could be a team in another life, as the chemistry and synchronization was there.

WHACK!

Timeless fell over the top rope and onto the floor. Roxy rushed to his aid to check on him

Havok shrugged, and went after Takaru. The two men exchanged vicious strikes each taking the other's best shot!

Eventually, it would be Havok who overwhelmed Takaru, but when they were in the corner, Mr. Wormwood got on the apron and distracted Havok. Takaru's backup was already paying dividends as he allowed Takaru to get free and take Havok down with a double leg take down and mounted punches followed. Takaru transitioned over to the side and took Havok's arm, trying to hyper-extend his elbow. Havok was in the ropes though, and the referee called for a break.

Timeless was back in the ring. Takaru dropkicked him! He went back into the corner. Havok was up, ran forward and caught up with a rushing back elbow strike. Timeless staggered forward, DOUBLE DDT!!

WHAM!

Once again the duo had kept Timeless at bay so they could sort things out themselves. Not a bad strategy to be fair. Havok ducked a Takaru clothesline, grabbed a waist lock and took him over with a German Suplex Hold.


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Takaru Kicked out. 

The fans were loving the high intensity pace of the contest thus far. All three men were showing how important a victory in this one could be for their future trajectory within the promotion. Havok slammed Takaru in the middle of the ring, went up top.. Flying Elbow Drop!!

Just then Timeless was up..

Snap Suplex!

Havok went for the cover on Timeless, but only got a two count.

Takaru was clearing his cobwebs, and rushed forward with a vicious running knee strike! He got it all, and Havok went down hard. Roxy got up on the apron, and Mr. Wormwood started talking trash to her, which the fans weren't sure whether to laugh, cheer or be disgusted. It was as if Timeless was refuelled hearing Roxy cheer him on, their bond is so strong. Timeless got back to his feet, and looked like he saw RED!  

Lefts, rights, Irish Whip, Running Clothesline for Takaru. 

Lefts, Right, Irish Whip for Havok, Big Back Drop!

Timeless goes back to Takaru, Small Package...






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NO!


He tried to catch Timeless sleeping, and nearly scored the victory there. 

Timeless was up first and stomped on Takaru for his efforts. He didn't see Havok though, he was on the apron and slingshotted himself in. He launched himself, diving forearm strike!

He covers!






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A near fall from Havok as he almost picked up the victory.

Takaru and Havok once again went for the double team. Double Suplex on Timeless. This caused Roxy to chirp Wormwood, and told him they obviously need 2 against 1 to take her 'man' down. Wormwood spouted back, not willing to take anything from Roxy without a stern rebuttal. 



Havok then hit Takaru with a cutter!








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NO! Shoulder up!



Havok thought he had it! Somehow Takaru was able to kick out.

What's this? Timeless is back up, showing a tremendous chin!
 
Timeless grabs Havok...hoists him up...


JESTERPLEX!!! 



BOOOOOOO!!



Timeless just hit Eddie with JJ’s move! The Jesterplex! Timeless doesn’t cover Eddie and instead dismisses him and climbs the turnbuckle, motioning to his waist signaling he wants the belt. 

Takaru slides into the ring and covers Havok, going for an opportunist pin … Timeless is unaware showboating after hitting the Jesterplex, Roxylishus is screaming at him to break the count and after a long two count, at the last possible moment Timeless breaks the count with a big double ax handle. Timeless is angered and grabs Takaru and FALCON ARROW!!! 

Timeless with the Falcon Arrow on Takaru. He motions Roxylishus into the ring and she swaggers in and then stands above the prone Takaru’s head and grinds her hips theatrically. She then reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down, waving them over her head and flinging them into the crowd. There is a near riot in the crowd, everyone clamouring for them and then Roxylishus does a crotch chop and drops down with the splits! Right onto Takaru’s face!



SPLIT SPLASH!!! 



Ugh.

She got it all!

The crowd is going wild and so too is Wormwood! He storms the ring and is irate and starts getting in Roxylishus face. Timeless glares at him and charges him..





SPEAR!




Timeless got it all and Wormwood and Timeless hit the concrete floor hard as Timeless went right through the ropes to take Wormwood out!

Timeless grabs Wormwood by the scruff of the shirt and is man handling him, telling him no one touches Roxy. Takaru flies out of the ring springboarding over the top, taking out Timeless with a springboard plancha. Roxylishus comes behind Takaru and nails him with a low blow. 

The ref is now counting them out.

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Havok is back on his feet!


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Timeless and Takaru both get back to their feet and take the brawl into the crowd!


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Eddie Havok watching them get counted out and realizing he is winning this match. Timeless and Takaru pay the ringing bell no heed and brawl out of the crowd and into the back. Wormwood and Roxylishus on their heels.

Announcer: Winner of this match, as a result of a count out, EDDIE HAVOK! (9:35)

This match certainly took a turn for the worse. Nonetheless, Eddie Havok remains undefeated in Northern Pro Wrestling and most certainly has earned the right to a championship opportunity in the near future. As for Timeless and Takaru - we might be witnessing the start of something epic. Timeless seems a little bit out of his mind as of late. He's taking on two guys at once, he's getting in Jesse Jamester's face... He's brawling all over arenas... He's putting his hands on managers. Well, Wormwood put his hands on Roxy and thats a MAJOR NO NO!


Primetime are no longer the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions - Primal even seems to have been the more level headed one as of late with all of the antics we're seeing from Alex Turner. What will he do next? Did JJ's Jesterplex on the concrete floor scramble Turner's brain? 


Something tells me that this new mindset we're seeing isn't for the weak at heart. Mr. I don't give a ##@# is playing by his own rules.


Eddie Havok: "I want to throw my name into the mix at Cruiserweight. Lochlyn Cade is the current champion, but I see flaws in his game. I know he's concentrating on Freakke, and Rob Garcia - but he would be remiss if he didn't take my challenge seriously. So Gus, I know you're listening... I have my sights set on one of your champions. I'm coming for championship gold!"

The fans roared, as they were impressed with Eddie Havok's confidence as well as his performance inside of the ring.


[Cut.]

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Blake Samuels: Fans, for those of you who are just joining us, the hype for the NPW Openweight Championship defense, in which reigning champion Steve Awesome-

Samuels waits on the live fans to boo, before continuing.

Samuels: Takes on the almost-undefeated Ronnie Long-

This time it’s cheers, but again, Samuels lets the fans have their buzz.

Samuels: Has gone into high gear. Heated words between the two have turned what was to be a rank and file title defense into an extremely personal one. I’ve been given word that Ronnie Long has just arrived at the arena, and I’m waiting backstage here in hopes of catching him. And, there he is now!

Ronnie Long, still in street clothes, dark jeans and a black hoodie, has just walked in the door.

Samuels: Ronnie! Mr. Long, if you have just a minute-

Long looks towards Samuels, but before he manages to say anything…

Daeriq Damien: Ah-ah, Mr. Samuels.

Damien oozes onto the scene from out of nowhere (okay, stage left). He’s changed the white suit for a pastel blue one that makes him look even more sleazy than usual. At his side is Kirsty McKinney, who has combined a pair of miniscule golden jogging shorts with a navy blue hoody, hood up. She death-glares at Blake, arms folded, and he backs a step up.

Damien: The soon to be champion is running just a little bit late and doesn’t have time to chat. Furthermore, I believe he’s made his feelings regarding the soon to be former champion Steve Mediocre clear already. We’re just going to put our heads together and-

Ronnie Long: No. No, we are not.

His words aren’t picked up very well, but he grabs the microphone out of Damien’s hands, causing a squeal of feedback from it.

Long: Blake, I’ve made it clear that I’ve wanted this run of mine to be entirely my own, without old acquaintances around. And this guy, maybe the Bastards don’t have any particular reason to believe me when I disavow him, but I am absolutely serious when I say I want nothing to do with him.

He gestures with a jerk of his thumb towards Damien.

Long: What’s more, aside from not wanting to have a potential title win tainted by his involvement, I don’t trust him not to try and sabotage the match to prove that I ‘need him.’

With finger quotes.

Long: I don’t.

Damien: You do, and you know it perfectly well.

Ronnie Long takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Long: So, here’s the thing about that. Title shots are a little bit different, and all I really want is to keep the playing field clear. Jeff Andrews has his own stuff to deal with, he couldn’t help. But I made this little throwaway joke about the other third of my trios team back in the day, Danny Vicious, and it made me think.

Voice: And THAT was when shit got real.

The door that Long entered through swings open again. Now Long’s a pretty big dude, but this guy who enters, has to duck his head a bit to get it under the doorframe. He stands about 6’9”, maybe 6’10”.

There aren’t that many old school CAL fans in attendance, but those that are make some NOISE as Danny Vicious walks onto the scene. Samuels, of course, knows.

Samuels: WOW. Fans, for those of you who don’t know, this is one of Ronnie Long’s former stablemates in the Untouchables, and he hasn’t been seen in the pro wrestling business since Old Line Wrestling closed down in 2008. Mr. Vicious, what brings you back?

Vicious: Bud, don’t hype me up, I’m not doing a comeback and this isn’t about me, I’m just giving my man Ronnie a hand. I knew Daeriq Damien for about 10 years before we retired, and frankly? He’s been a piece of shit for all of ‘em, and this young lady deserves better.

Long: So Danny and I hatched up a plan, and it goes a little like this.

Long opens the door to the dressing room, and Vicious gives Damien a push. Damien stumbles back, and Long slams the door. Vicious immediately grabs a nearby steel chair, unfolds it and wedges it underneath the doorknob.

Vicious: And you’re Kirsty, right? Jeffro told me about you when he first started training you.

McKinney: Before he left.

Awkward silence.

McKinney: Do… you know why?

Vicious: It’s not for me to say, but look. Instead of you trying to fight me to let Didi out there, why don’t you pull up a chair and just chill with me? We’ll watch the show from back here, I’ll get a pizza and I’ll tell you stories of times Jeff was surly and did dumb stuff.

McKinney: But this isn’t my cheat meal night…

Long: Tell her the one about the time he hit himself in the head with his own vacuum cleaner.

Vicious: Well, OLW was just about to open and we’d put the ring together for the first time. We were vacuuming sawdust up and Jeff put the vacuum on the turnbuckle to get it out of the way…

He trails off and looks at Kirsty.

McKinney: Keep going.

Vicious: You sure?

McKinney: Yeah, fuck carbs.

Vicious: We’ll be fine here Ronnie, go win yourself a belt.

He turns back to Kirsty.

Vicious: So he’s trying to reach further than the hose will go, he gets mad, yanks the hose, the vacuum flies off the turnbuckle and hits him right in the head…

The situation in hand, Ronnie walks off down the hall to get ready for the match.

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All eyes were on this contest, wondering how it unfold. The Bastards have a firm grip on the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships, and it would make sense for this match to be viewed for contender ship to those illustrious titles. The Dark Stars know what its like to hoist tag team gold in Northern Pro Wrestling, and one could argue that they're due a rematch with the opportunity to regain them. Niko and Kono spent the better part of the past few months going after the former North American Double Crown Champion, and may have had hand in running him out of the promotion.

Their handiwork was efficient and effective. But it drew the ire of Jay Stevens. Jay ended up benefiting from the Dark Stars attacking Lord Dominicus, and thus allowing him to score a pinfall victory and to hoist the North American Cruiserweight Championship aloft. For many, they would relish in the fact that they had won championship gold. But Jay Stevens isn't that type of guy. Jay felt as though his victory was tainted, and thus, so was his reign at the top.

While Jay desperately tried to re-direct the train, he ended up doing his best to overcompensate for how he truly felt inside. After defeating Marcus Smith in a match to avenge his uncle Tyrone, Jay wanted to challenge anyone and everyone to come to the ring and have a shot at his title. Lochlyn Cade was new to Northern Pro Wrestling, but certainly no rookie. Cade would upset Jay, take his title, thus sending Jay down a little bit of a spiral over the past couple of months. Jay returned last show as part of the main event, and he looked even better than before he left. It's safe to say, Jay learned valued life lessons over the past year that he is now able to employ going forward.

Leon Van Zandt nearly won the Northern Openweight Tournament this past spring, and has since taken bookings all over the world. Now that he has returned to Northern Pro Wrestling, one has to wonder if he's coming alone. Rumours are swirling in regards to Eddie Dante being involved in Leon's career - which could mean some of Dante's other clients might end up being in the fold. So adding layers to an already disturbingly successful grappler, who seems intent on climbing the ladder in Northern Pro Wrestling should be something to keep tabs on going forward.

Jay Stevens and Leon Van Zandt are no strangers to one and other. At the New Year's Show it would be Leon who came to Jay's aid when the vicious trio known as Bloodline attacked him. Leon, along with International Superstar; Dusty Griffith were able to rid Northern Pro Wrestling of the thug-like group, and restore order in the interim. But after that match, both men's singles careers took them in opposite directions. Now that both are looking to get back into the mix, their pairing could serve both well.

When you're standing across the ring from the Dark Stars, you know you're going to need to be on the same page or you risk putting your career in danger. The Dark Stars are a well oiled machine, and with their experience as a team being what keeps them grounded, they are a tough out for anyone in the world.

After the feeling out process, it would be Niko who gained an early advantage on Leon, and allowed The Dark Stars to work some early double team action to ground the Belgian grappler. A double body slam, followed by tandem elbow drops followed. Niko dove in for a neck crank, and stared Stevens down who was on the apron itching to get into the match.

Leon was able to roll free and reverse position on Niko with a nice sweep, before taking side control. Leon teased locking in the sugar hold, which Niko was scouting, but in the process Niko gave up his right arm, which LVZ went after with cat like quickness. Leon started to position for a kimura, but Kono entered the ring to break it up. This brought Stevens into the ring, BELLY TO BELLY suplex on Kono!

The fans loved it, as we've seen Jay put many men away with that suplex. On this occasion, it was enough to give his partner some reprieve, as it could've escalated into a full on 2 vs 1 situation. Leon nodded to Jay, before irish whipping Niko into the corner. Leon rushed with a clothesline, made the tag to Jay, who went behind the dazed Niko and dropped him on his head with a release german suplex.





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Jay stayed on Niko and blistered him with forearm blows that pelted Niko's ears. Kono looked on, ready to pounce, but Jay caught on, left Niko and went at Kono! The referee got in between, which allowed Niko to nail Jay with a low blow!


BOOOOO!!!!



Jay crumpled to the mat in pain. Niko tagged Kono and the duo waited for Jay to get to his feet, they nailed him with Stereo Superkicks!


WHACK!



Kono's looked like it could've beheaded Jay as he was right on target with that shot.

Kono went up top, FROG SPLASH! He held for the cover






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Stevens was able to kick out!

Leon started to stomp on the apron, which got the crowd going. Niko looked disgusted and walked around to the other side of the ring and pointed at Leon. Leon dropped down casually, and walked up to Niko, daring him to swing. Niko did, and Leon Ducked and grabbed his arm, turned and flipped him forward to the concrete. Leon held the arm, crossed arm breaker on the floor!!! Niko was trapped!

The referee finally saw it, and went outside to break it up, which left Jay and Kono in the ring. Kono looked to sink a choke in behind the referee's back, but Jay using his instincts was able to reverse out and lock a crossfire chickening on Kono!


RAAAAAAAHH!!



What a counter by Jay. Kono has nowhere to go! He's trapped. He is fighting to grab the ropes, the referee's not their to ask him!



TAP!


TAP!


TAP!





[Rope Break.]

Kono somehow grabbed the rope. Eventhough the referee wasn't there, Jay opted to fight on as if he was. No short cuts, no possible way for anyone to come back and question Jay's integrity, and that's how he liked it.

Leon broke the hold, and left Niko in pain on the outside. The referee rolled back into the ring to see Steven's stalking Kono, and Kono looking at the corner wondering where his partner was. The crowd was firmly behind Stevens and Leon, and thus far they had shown tremendous chemistry and ring awareness to stay ahead of the former champions.

Kono crept up, swung, Jay ducked. Exploder!

Kono went ass over tea kettle with a nice suplex from Stevens. He covered.


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Close call, but Kono was able to kickout. As Jay got back to his feet, Niko tripped him from the arena floor, and pulled him outside!

BOOO!!!

Throat thrust from Niko! Jay held onto his neck, and dropped to his knee. Niko went right for his windpipe in act of cowardism. The crowd gasped!

WHAM!

Niko threw Jay into the steel guardrail, as he was still searching for air. SUICIDE DIVE from Kono! he got it all, and Jay went crashing over the guardrail and into the front row. The referee was out to check on him, as he was looking worse for ware. The colour started to return to Jay's face as The Dark Stars were certainly toeing that line between a wrestling match, and trying to eliminate Jay Stevens altogether. Leon questioned the referee's authority, and told him he needed to watch what was going on.

Niko crept up behind Leon. BACK STABBER! Neither men were legal, but that didn't stop Niko from using a distraction to take Leon down.

Niko and Kono came together as Jay was trying to creep back over the guardrail. They decided they would help him, Double Suplex onto the concrete floor!

OHHHHH!!

Kono rolled under the bottom rope to break the count, before walking the apron and doing a Swanton Bomb from the Apron onto a prone Jay Stevens! The former North American Cruiserweight Champion was in a bad way, and the Dark Stars looked pleased with themselves. The tide had really turned in the match, and it appeared as though the former Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions were well on their way to picking up another key victory after they defeated Prime Time at our last event. A victory over the likes of Jay Stevens and Leon Van Zandt would further cement them as the number one contenders to the Bastards.

Kono rolled Jay into the ring, tagged Niko, who went upstairs. Flying Leg Drop connected. He covers.





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Shoulder up!

The Fans couldn't believe it.

RAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Jay Stevens wasn't done fighting! The Dark Stars swarmed the referee and asked him why he counted so slow. The ref insisted that he didn't and that Jay kicked out!

Irish whip from Niko, looking to take Jay's head off with a clothesline, but Jay ducked out of instinct, hits the ropes...SPEAR! Both men hit the mat at the same time, as it seemed as though every ounce of energy Jay had left went into that spear! It should buy him some time, as Jay rolled towards his corner instinctively. Niko crawled to tag Kono... and Jay...

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TAG!!!

Leon Van Zandt hit the ring and cleaned house. Stiff short clothesline from Kono. Irish whip, drop toe hold, STF!!!

Niko hit the ring to break it up. But Leon released the hold and was ready for Niko. Deep Arm Drag! And Another! Niko was bouncing all over the ring. Kono was back up, he swung, Leon Ducked, Cobra Clutch Suplex!! He got all of it.





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NO! Kick out from Kono!

Niko was about to attack, but Jay entered the ring and caught him with a Belly to Belly Suplex!

RAAAAAHH!!!

Jay went over and locked up a single leg crab on Niko! The crowd loved it, but Jay wasn't the legal man. The referee broke it up, but the message was sent. Jay was ushered back to the corner, where he was still tying to recover from the beating he suffered earlier. Inside of the ring, Leon was working away at Kono, and seemed to be maneuvering himself in position for his patented Sugar Hold! Leon looked up at Jay, who had his hand extended, begging for his moment to exact some revenge. Leon smirked, walked over and made the tag. Leon stayed in the ring, got down into a three point stance and was ready for Niko in case he made a move.

Meanwhile Jay took mount on the wounded Kono, before taking his arm and hyper extending it with a Cross Arm Breaker! Jay has been working on his arm locks with his father and uncle as of late, and now appears more dangerous than ever on the mat. The referee asked Kono if he wanted to give up, and before long, Kono had to tap the mat to receive the immense pressure Jay was inflicting on his elbow joint.

DING DING DING!

Announcer: Winners of this match via submission -- "The Professional" Leon Van Zandt and Jay Stevens! [13:38]

Kono rolled away and tried to shake some feeling back into his arm. Niko looked on, disappointed in defeat, but knew they gave it their all and nearly had a victory themselves. The fans were on their feet, and they applauded the efforts of their heroes. Both teams showed well, and both teams should be considered top challengers to the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships.

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Halifax is alive with energy tonight! An action filled evening brought to you by Northern Pro Wrestling was already underway as The Great Northern War pay-per-view chugged along.

Tuning to a backstage area, we see North American Double Crown Champion, Jesse Jamester. Standing in front of a mesh cage backdrop with the Great Northern War banner behind it, he looks ready for the evenings Northern War Games main event match later in the night.

Blake Samuels: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my esteemed honor and pleasure to introduce the current North American Double Crown Champion; he is known as the Canadian Nightmare! Yes, I give you — Jesse Jamester!

Nodding as Blake gets his introduction in, JJ has his left wrist in his right hand as he turns it, most likely tightening the tape he applied.

Blake Samuels: Tonight, we see the culmination of months of back and forth between The ReVenants and Jesse Jamester! I can only imagine what is going through your head tonight Jesse, but I want to do my journalistic duty and ask - what does tonight signify to you?

Whipping his hair back out of the way of his eyes and the black scaly mask covering his face, Jesse’s hands stop tightening tape and become animated in his response.

Jesse Jamester: Tonight is the night I get the ReVenants locked up and all together in one place! With nowhere to run, no way for outside interference, it’s us and the double ring surrounded by cold unforgiving steel cage! I admit, this didn’t feel like it would ever happen. Keith Williams has done all he can to avoid me, trying his damnedest to put me out of action. Well Keith — your plans failed! The Canadian Nightmare is alive and ready to kick teeth in!

Blake Samuels: Now we all know your history with Keith Williams and the triangle of terror he imposed on Lynx and yourself in the past months. As we all saw first hand, the ReVenants fifth and final member has returned to NPW for this fight. Oxford Osland has had choice words for you Jesse, do you care to respond?

Licking his bottom lip, the Canadian Nightmare shows a flicker of that anger in his blue piercing cold eyes as they peer through the mask eye holes from Blake to the camera.

Jesse Jamester: I’m no stranger to Oxford Osland. He may not be an NPW roster member but that’s not the scope of wrestling I observe. From SWAT to NPW, to our former connection with XHF and now in CWA -- I’m fully aware of what is going on and happening at all times. Oxford has a chip on his folder thinking he has room to talk about NPW like he’s been here doing anything for this business in the past 12 months. That aside, I know what the ReVenants are, and Oxford and Keith are two heads to the same snake. I can argue and say so is Neo James Carner, but the point is, they all think the same. Tonight myself and the Bastards, we will take the ReVenants to new limits. Tonight, they will be on the receiving end of a Nightmare-ass-kickin!

Blake Samuels: Not to be the party pooper, but you mention yourself and the Bastards only. We still have yet to find out who is the fifth member of your team for the Great War Games match. Care to share that with us Jesse?

Smiling ever so slightly, Jesse looks at Blake sideways as his head drops a bit and he composes himself.

Jesse Jamester: I do not. Tonight the ReVenants get a taste of their own medicine. All those sneak attacks, all the surprise run-ins and cheating they do; it all gets to come right back at them in the form of karma. Our fifth member tonight is not being revealed until the music hits and they make their entrance. I have no further comment on it, you’ll just have to watch like the rest of the world--

Stopping before he finishes his sentence, Jesse stares to the left side of the screen past Blake Samuels. His posture straightens and the relaxed carefree we just saw transforms into the fight-ready clenched fists the NPW fans were all familiar with. Walking into frame, dressed in his grey bomber jacket and suit pants was…

[Oxford Osland]


Oxford Osland: Oh don't stop on my account Champ -- I'm sure the world needs to hear you rant on and on about how great you are and how the Nightmare is going to take over. (Yawns) Thrilling stuff, keep going, I'll wait. 

Jesse Jamester: About time I get a face to face with the other half of the SWAT Tag Team Champions. (claps twice) Regardless of what you think of me, I'm looking forward to locking up with you later tonight Oxford. 

Oxford Osland: Can't say I feel the same. But you know, whatever gets you through the beating you're about to take -- keep telling yourself that. 

The two step closer and are nearly nose-to-nose, head to head, the height difference hardly two inches and not really being a factor as Jesse and Oxford show the intensity of what tonight is all about. Blake Samuels steps up to try get between the two and separate them, but the two men dwarf him in size by nearly a foot, making his forehead barely visible as he sticks an arm between their chests with the microphone in it. 

Jesse Jamester: We'll be seeing each other real soon. 

Oxford sneers a half smirk as he turns and smugly dismisses the Canadian Nightmare. The camera focuses on Jesse's masked face as it zooms in to see the fire in the eyes lit by that brief exchange. 

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The next match looks ready to get underway as the Marsupials of Mayhem are in the ring, they were yelling at the fans as they walked back and forth. Kid Koala climbing the ropes, holding up a kendo stick as he roars at the cheering fans. And then a hush fell across the arena as the lights went out, and flared an angry red with a burst of flames. The hulking forms of the KGB Death Squad stalked down the ramp, one holding a chain as the other carried a bat.

Behind them dragging a steel chair, glaring from beneath his mask was Donzig. The King of the North radiated malice, and he paused to stare at the jeering fans.

Wombat led the charge, howling as he ran up the ramp to crash into the bigger of the pair. He throws a few stiff punches, and narrowly avoids being knocked in the head by the bat. The pair struggle, and Kid Koala yells something from the ring.


Meanwhile, Dropbear is fighting over the chain with Mormo. The pair of them whipping back and forth as the fans cheer, punches being thrown as they brawl. Donzig watches it all with an air of disdain, before he finally moves forward with a swing of his chair. The long edge of the steel legs slamming across Wombat's back. Wombat breaks off his attack, turning around as he sags downward. But the King of the North kicks him in the chest, sending him sprawling before he continues towards the ring.

Koala of course sees him coming, and wastes no time in throwing down his kendo stick before hitting the ropes. He runs forward, and dives between the ropes to tackle Donzig as the fans go wild. The chair bouncing free as the pair go down in a heap.


The pair's assorted lackies paused in their own brawling to stare at them, and Mormo and Moloch threw Dropbear at the barricade before they ran forward to check on their master. But Wombat limped to his feet, and grabbed the forgotten bat to race after them.


Wombat drives the bat into Moloch's back, and he staggers forward. And Mormo narrowly avoids the same fate, and snaps his chain across Wombat's arms with a roar. The bat falls free, and the pair of them lock up as the fans cheer. Koala and Donzig are back on their feet, Donzig shaking his head before Koala grabs Moloch to throw him at the Scourge!


'N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB!'


Donzig goes down with the hulking brute of the Death Squad, and Koala yells at the oncoming Dropbear. The Marsupial Monster runs down the ramp, and launches himself to come crashing down on the pair of KGB members.


Meanwhile, Mormo flings Wombat at the barricade with a wild swing. Wombat crashes down, and the fans are hammering at the barricade with approval as he lands under it. The Death Squad member bellows something in Armenian and then charges forward to spear him as he pulls himself up.


The Barricade crumbles under the blow, and the two men are sprawled out among the crowd as the place is going wild. Koala looks on in disbelief, and yells at Dropbear as he grabs the bat. Dropbear shoves aside Moloch, and hauls Donzig upwards to push him against the ringpost.


The fans cheer as he rips off the mask, and tosses it towards the ref as Koala lines up his shot at the dazed King of the North. And THEN HE SWINGS FOR THE FENCES!

Donzig narrowly moves aside as the bat snaps in half, and Koala stares at it in surprise. Donzig however kicks Dropbear below the mid, and hits the Event Horizon! The big man flops to the floor, and the fans go nuts as Donzig leaps back to his feet to stare at Kid Koala with an evil smile.


Koala steps back before flinging aside that piece of bat, and then he squares up with a shout of 'Bring it on, bitch!'


Donzig twists his head, and charges in with a flurry of punches and a string of obscenaties. Battering Koala back and forth against the ring before he flings him at the stairs. Koala manages to stop short, but Donzig kicks him below the belt before nailing another Stunner! The fans boo and jeer, and Donzig laughs before making the pin.





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The ref starts to go down for the three, but Donzig breaks the pin. Lifting Koala as he wags a finger in the ref's face with a wild grin, hissing 'No! No! No!' before dumping him. A vocal group of fans pop, cheering loudly as Donzig rises to his feet with a rake of his hand through his beard.


The ref is clearly not amused, and shouts something at Donzig as he rises. Donzig stares, and then EVENT HORIZON! The ref snaps backwards, flopping into a broken heap as the fans explode as Donzig laughs insanely.


A normal person would be winning the match, but the King in the North was not normal. He was the Lord of Chaos.


He stalked around the ring, kicking over the stairs as he glared at the fans. And then Wombat came staggering from the approving crowd, coming through the broken barricade as he saw the sneering Donzig. And he charged in, and Donzig dodged the punch before spinning to kick Wombat in the gut!


The fans exploded as Donzig hit another Event Horizon! And he rolled over to press his face close to Wombat, cursing and talking trash as the fans started to chant again!


'N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB!'



Mormo came staggering through the broken barricade, shaking his head as he stared at the laughing Donzig. From the other side of the ring came Moloch, and Donzig slid to his feet as he started to bark orders. The two brutes dragged Wombat between them towards the announce table, where Donzig waved the Spanish announce team away before he swept a hand to clear the table.


He pointed angrily, snarling orders as the Death Squad grabbed Wombat by the throat! And they choke-slammed him through the table! The fans exploded, and Donzig seemed pleased as he started to sweep the other table clear.


Mormo and Moloch meanwhile were dragging the slowly stirring Dropbear across the floor literally, and Donzig rubbed his hands together as he watched them. Of course, getting the biggest Marsupial up was a problem.


And then Dropbear came to life, battering at Moloch with elbows before they dropped him. He spun around, shoving Mormo even as Koala came in with a chair to fire a few stiff chairshots at Moloch. Mormo was thrown backwards, and then Dropbear grabbed Donzig by the throat!


The fans erupted, and Koala cracked a chair off Mormo's head before screaming at Dropbear.




CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!




The fans went nuts, and Dropbear staggered from the wreckage. Koala wasted no time, diving for the cover.


But the ref was still out!


Kid Koala swore, punching at his legs before he rose to see Dropbear being tackled by a bleeding and angry Moloch. And then he turned, coming face to face with a busted open Mormo. The leader of the Marsupials started firing kicks at his legs, battering away at the oncoming Death Squad member.


Meanwhile, the clash of the titans raged onward before Dropbear finally threw Moloch at the ringpost! The fans were eating this up, and Moloch landed in a heap as he shook his head. But that distraction cost Koala as he found himself clotheslined into the crowd by Mormo! The fans cheered, and Mormo followed after him as the fans drew back. Kid Koala had clearly had enough of this, and the pair started to brawl again.


The Dropbear however seemed confused as he turned away from Moloch, and shrugged his huge shoulders before walking over to nudge Wombat. Shaking him before smacking his cheek, Wombat stirred. But out of nowhere, someone leapt from the crowd to hit a Hurricarana on the monster! The fans popped as Sinclair Godfrey stood up in the wreckage, shouting at Moloch as Dropbear was already on his feet.


Sinclair stepped back, and then lunged forward to hit Dropbear with the Black Mist! He staggered back, clawing at his now black streaked mask and eyes as he roared. He flailed forward, and then he was yanked around to be kicked in the stomach!


EVENT HORIZON!


The fans booed, jeering as Donzig stared at Sinclair as he laughed wildly. He spat, shaking his head as he shoved past the staring Baroness to slam a knee into Wombat's face as he rose. The place was going nuts.


Moloch rose up angrily, grabbing Wombat by the throat with both hands before Donzig pointed at the ring.


Meanwhile, Koala was still brawling in the crowd with Mormo before he kicked him in the gut. Mormo was doubled over, and Kid Koala saw his chance to grab him before flipping into the Canadian Destroyer!


'N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB! N-P-DUB!'


Of course, the ref was still out cold. And Koala swore before he looked back to the ring where Wombat was in a world of trouble. Moloch flung Wombat at the ropes, dropping him with a huge clothesline that nearly turned him inside out. Donzig raked a hand through his beard, and he hissed as he looked on as Sinclair was trying to wake the ref.


Moloch wasted no time in lifting Wombat again, snarling at him before he planted him with a huge side suplex! The place erupted in boos, and he locked on the STF on Wombat! Donzig laughed, and he rolled to the outside to grab the ringstairs to charge them at the rising face of the Dropbear! The huge monster flopped backwards into the wreckage of the tables, and the fans booed.


Sinclair had the ref nearly on his feet, when the boos turned to cheers as Koala leapt over the ropes to crack a knee into Moloch's head! The place erupting as Wombat was freed, and Koala was stomping away the big brute of the Death Squad. He dragged Moloch upwards callng for Wombat. Wombat wasted no time, and dropped the big man with a Swinging Fisherman Buster!


The fans exploded, cheering wildly as it seemed the Marsupials were turning the tide. Koala leapt onto the ropes, and Sinclair was yelling and pointing as she dropped the half aware ref. Donzig looked up, eyes widening before Koala flipped him off before he nailed the Koala Krusher!


Moloch was out, and the fans chanted for Koala as he rolled through with a smirk at Sinclair.


Donzig was livid, and he stormed into the ring with chair in hand. Wombat met him at the ropes, battering away with elbows and punches before Donzig drove a chair into his gut. Wombat fell back, and Donzig swung the chair back before cracking it across his skull with enough force to bend the steel.


Koala started forward, only to be grabbed by Sinclair who snapped a cuff around his wrist. The other end snapped to the middle rope right before the turnbuckle as she dropped, trapping the leader of the Marsupials in the corner. He yelled and ripped at it, and Donzig spat before crossing the ring to plant the chair against his throat.

Choking him as he leaned forward, pressing on the chair as he laughed in his face. Then the ref was rolled into the ring, and Sinclair was still trying to get him up. Koala was trying to get free, but Donzig flung the chair to leap on him. Ripping and tearing at his mask, punching and gouging. Even biting at his eyebrow to draw blood before he drew back with a snarl.


Koala struggled, but Sinclair grabbed his throat jerking him back before her fingers forced his eyes wide open as Donzig hauled the referee over. He lifted Wombat, sneering at him before he threw a finger in the direction of Koala. And then Wombat was driven into the steel of the chair with a thunderous 25:17!

Koala clawed at the mat, howling as he tried to get away from the Baroness. And Donzig stared at him, flipping Wombat over with his boot before he reached down to lock on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf!


Of course, Wombat was out cold! And he didn't move as the ref lifted his arm, letting it drop three times before he called for the bell. The fans exploded in boos and jeers, except for the Donzig Section it seemed. The ref reached for Donzig's hand, and he shoved him back before he walked over to stare down at Koala.

Announcer: Winners of the Nova Scotia Street Fight via Technical Knock Out -- DONZIG & THE KGB DEATH SQUAD! (21:36)

A serious tone embarks on the NPW with the win of Donzig and his KGB Death Squad finding victory over the Marsupials of Mayhem. Surely, a night that the Marsupials would not soon forget. 

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Donzig sat perched on some equipment crates, clearly amused as he watched the medical stuff trying to patch up the surly and bleeding Death Squad.

As always Sinclair Godfrey stood beside him, saying nothing as he snorted a laugh as the massive Moloch growled at the medic.

‘Easy, we can’t have you bleeding everywhere.’

Gus Arnold walked in at this point and he was clearly unamused as he looked around the four servants of the Empty Dark. He frowned, and four security guards stepped out behind him. Donzig tilted his head, hissing softly.

Gus shrugged. ‘Why when something happens around here I know it is always the four of you.’

Sinclair flashed a pretty smile. ‘Gus, why would you say that?’

Gus snorted. ‘That may work on Soutter but you don’t fool me.’

Sinclair looked shocked, and Donzig laughed again.

‘I am fining you for striking an official, you should be lucky I don’t fine for you tearing apart ringside too!’ Snapped Gus.

Donzig shrugged, waving a hand. ‘Meh.’

‘That’s not all. I am not stupid, I know how your mind works. I know you want everyone to think you’re crazy, but I know you didn’t care this much about the Marsupials.’

Donzig stiffened, sliding from the crate which drew looks from his minions. Gus smiled, and he continued.

‘Therefore you wanted everyone to pay attention to whatever that was, and that means you’re up to something else.’

Gus motioned, and the security team stepped closer.

‘I want you and your goons out of the arena, and away from my main event.’
Donzig growled from under his mask, hands curling into fists. One of the Death Squad stepped forward only to snap to a halt at a wave of Godfrey’s hand.

Donzig stares at Gus, then stomped past him and the guards.

‘This isn’t over, Gus.’

Gus shakes his head, knowing that in order to remain on the side of caution, Donzig’s presence is no longer needed. Part of Gus wishes he could trust Donzig would remain in-line. But with such a high profile match, it’s best to air on the side of caution. Gus respects Donzig, he really does. While he might not show it outwardly, Gus sees the value in having him around.

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30 Minute Time Limit

Ronnie Long vs. Steve Awesome ©

"Grave Digger" by Blues Saraceno wails over the speakers of the Halifax arena and the audience stands up! Lights dance around the stage as pyros shoot off and the veteran Ronnie Long comes walking out dawning his new look. The black vest replacing his once popular trench coat look was a transformation that showed off the veterans physique. Long had a decorated history that spanned over two decades, and while he had admittedly felt the wear of father time - tonight his prowess as he stalked the ramp to the Northern Pro Wrestling ring was all focus. A new look, a new attitude, a new lease on the Ronnie Long and legacy he was cementing. Being on a tear as of late with his wins that lead him to this #1 Contenders spot for the Northern Openweight Championship match with Steve Awesome. Ronnie Long didn't look to impress, he came to do business and business was doing good with Ronnie Long on the card. 

Crowd: RON-NEE! RON-NEE! RON-NEE!

The ovation was an acceptance of his fandom through the years. Love him or hate him, the fans respected the work of the star and knew when he got in that ring, it was going to be worth turning the channels to NPW and paying attention. Ronnie Long took the apron, posing for the audience, prior to stepping through the ropes and throwing both arms in the air as his upper body leans into the ropes on the other side. The jolt of electricity tonight said it all, as the music faded out. 


"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: “SUCKS!”
Half the Crowd: "AWE-SOME!"
Other Half: “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 with the NPW Openweight Championship secured around his waist and the cybernetic arm of Dylan Black in the other.

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, he uses the cybernetic arm hand and raises it to his eyebrows, scanning the crowd before pointing to a fan ringside. He leaps down out of the ring, tucks the cybernetic arm between his armpit and side, and 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. Setting the cybernetic arm down under the bottom rope in his corner before he provocatively slips off his jacket. Steve spins around and drops into a kneel - loving himself maybe more than anyone in the arena did. Steve Awesome flexes his arms with biceps and chest muscles popping and veins accentuated under the hue of lights on the ring. 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. His music fades.

Handing the Openweight Championship over to the referee, Steve Awesome winks at Long and tells him to get a good look, it’ll be the closest he ever gets to the title belt. The referee shows Ronnie Long, who takes a moment to take in what he’s about to fight for. Putting the belt high in the air, the referee displays it one final time for the NPW audience in attendance for the Great Northern War pay-per-view before handing it to the time keeper who returns to his table just right of the announcer’s table at ringside. Steve Awesome does a little stretch in his corner as Ronnie Long cracks his neck and appears ready with his fingers about waist height, ready for a grapple. The bell sounds and this one is underway!

A display of two veterans feeling out the other as they circle the ring. Awesome flicks his hair back as the movie star persona provado cockily struts the circle. Long seems unamused and is unwavered by the attitude of the champ. Awesome goes in for a grapple suddenly and stomps the mat as he goes for an eye poke instead — Long goes low with a double leg takedown, and takes the Openweight champ off his feet in blazing speed! Awesome hits hard, rolling to his stomach as a reaction as Long reaches around his midsection and waist locks Steve. With his powerful frame, Ronnie Long gets to his feet, digs his heels in and lifts Awesome from the mat with the waist lock, setting him on his feet. Popping the hips Long ducks his head under the arm and hits a backdrop on Steve with authority!

Long rolls to his knee and plants his feet as Awesome returns to his. Swing and a hit, Awesome is rocked back into the ropes, coming back at another punch, and Steve ducks under hooking Long for a backslide pin.


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Kickout!



Long rolls over to his knees as Awesome gets up and rushes him with a knee. Pouncing up like a big cat predator, Long catches Steve mid air as he leaves his feet for the shining wizard, and spins him around planting a spine buster that shakes the ring! Long hooks the leg, going for a cover.





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Shoulder up!


Awesome feels all of it but plays through the pain, climbing up to his feet. Long gives him zero room to breath and as Awesome turns, picks him up on his shoulders for a Death Valley driver! Awesome elbows Long twice, breaking Long’s clutches and sliding off his back. A kick to the back of the knee, and Steve hooks the neck for a reverse DDT! Steve doesn’t bother with the cover and instead stomps on Long’s shoulders and chest before heading to the near corner, ascending the ropes. Leaping off with a picture perfect Moonsault! Nobody’s home! Long rolls out of the way mid-flip and Awesome eats the canvas!

Long pulls Awesome to his feet and wraps him up, side stepping before doing a belly-to-belly overhead suplex, and slamming him into the canvas to add insult to injury. He’s not done though and pulls him up again, knowing the fight in the Face of the Franchise would require more than one, Ronnie Long seems determined to not leave any room for error. Gripping the arm, he rips Steve Awesome with an Irish whip to the ropes, running at the opposite ropes and going for the lariat! Awesome slides between his legs with a last ditch effort to avoid it and out of the ring. Walking it off, creating distance between him and along.

Tapping his temple, Awesome is proud that he’s a thinker and knows Long has to beat him, not the other way around. Walking around the turnbuckle post to the other side of the ring as he buys himself time. Long has enough and slides out behind Awesome and comes up behind him hitting a clothesline to his back! Awesome hits the floor in face flop fashion. Long doesn’t waste time and scoops him up, tossing Awesome under the bottom rope into the ring.

Long climbs the apron, steps through the ropes to Steve Awesome kicking the rope from his back and rattling the veteran’s family jewels. Awesome leaps up, hooking the head and planting a spike DDT! But the effort was all his energy, as Awesome and Long lay there on their backs, head to head, feet in opposite directions. The fans behind the two, cheers going back and forth.


“AWE-SOME!”


“LONG!”


“AWE-SOME!”


“LONG!”


“AWE-SOME!”


“LONG!”


The Face of the Franchise uses the ropes to rise. Long to a knee in the opposite direction. Both men stand up and back into one another. A right hook by Long! Awesome takes it on the cheek. Steve with a wild right jab! Long catches it to the forehead.

Right by Long!


Right by Awesome!


Kick by Long!


Awesome catches it!



Spinning Long by the foot all the way around, and he spins into a double axe handle smash to Awesome’s chest! Long goes for the cover!




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Shoulder up!



Awesome saving his reign by a hair of a second. Long looks at the referee hoping he had it, but the referee holds two fingers up, shaking his head no.

Long pulls Awesome up, looking for the nail in the coffin, and sets him up for a powerbomb. Lifting Steve up over his head and running forward towards the turnbuckle!

Awesome slips away from the turnbuckle powerbomb at the last moment and lands on his feet!




SUPERKICK!




Long only catches it to the shoulder though.

Awesome sees him staggering and goes for another!

Long side steps and mule kicks the side of Awesome!

Awesome flies towards the apron. Long regains his balance and heads for him.

The crowd is rumbling - it’s… it’s- Who the hell?!








[Dylan Black]






From the crowd he jumps the barricade. Dylan looks at Awesome who sees him, and Long pauses wondering who he is here for. Dylan glances at the corner where his cybernetic arm is, and Awesome sees him look. They both race towards it, Awesome crawling the apron under the bottom rope as Dylan, one armed and all gets there at the same time.

Awesome struggles with the hand side holding it with both hands like it’s a lottery ticket, as Dylan grabs at the base of the shoulder side with his one hand.

Tug-of-war from Awesome inside the ring and Dylan outside the ring. Awesome heaves it back, Dylan comes nearly under the ropes and Awesome kicks the Messiah of Mayhem in the face - forcing him to let go as the arm and Awesome fly backwards.

Awesome laughing at Dylan Black as he holds the arm up to him with the middle finger pointing back at him. NPW security finally rushing the ringside area to stop him from interfering.


WESTERN LARIAT!



RONNIE LONG knocks Awesome into oblivion with the trademark lariat!

Awesome somehow holds onto the arm but it’s for nothing, as he does a 360 turn and lands on his back, cybernetic arm secured like a bag of gold. Ronnie Long wraps both legs up, all his weight on the chest and cybernetic arm that Awesome holds onto in his unconscious state.






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DING DING DING!



Long let’s go of the legs and sits up, a surreal moment playing out as the referee rushes to the ropes to be handed the NPW OpenWeight Championship. Ronnie Long is to his feet, as the referee presents him with the championship title and raises his hand in the air.

Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, AND NEWWWW NORTH AMERICAN OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION — Ronnie Long!

The confetti pours from the rafters as Ronnie Long holds the title into the air and his other arm up, head held high. The victory was deserved, and a triumphant story of his finding his place in a business full of young talent. The veteran knew what success was, but it never got old to feel it once more.

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There is a break in the action as the cell is lowered over the two rings in the middle of the ScotiaBank Arena. Chris Card swaggers his way down the entrance ramp, mic in hand, and checks the integrity of the cage.

Chris Card: What’s goin’ on Halifax?

Crowd: CARD! CARD! CARD!

Chris Card: It’s a bit hot in here tonight. So I’m afraid I’m gonna need to take my jersey off.

Card takes off his Halifax Mooseheads jersey to reveal the referee shirt underneath. The crowd pops.

Chris Card: The following match is NPW’S GREAT NORTHERN WARGAMES! One member from each team will start in these rings. Then, after five minutes, one new wrestler will enter at two minute intervals. When the final wrestler enters the cage, the winner of the match can then be decided by pass out, tap out, verbal submission or by physically submitting by leaving the cage. There are no pinfalls, no countouts and NO DISQUALIFICATIONS. The winning captain at the coin toss gets to choose who gets to be the third man in. That man was Keith Williams for the ReVenants. Now, LET’S GET THIS WARGAMES STARTED!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Neo James Carner walks out first, majestic as ever. Wrestling’s Own Messiah strides down the entrance ramp to the cell where the door is opened for him and he steps inside. Carner eyes Card suspiciously, them having had an altercation recently and Card beams at him while indicating his shirt. NJC doesn’t look the happiest and dismissively runs his hand through his luxurious hair before turning to look up the ramp at the next competitor to enter.

Next out is Team JJ’s captain and there is a thunderous pop as Jesse Jamester walks onto the ramp. The Canadian Nightmare looks around, soaking in the cheers that for so much of his career would have been boos. But the look of determination on his face shows that tonight he is not just fighting for himself or his team, tonight he is defending NPW itself from the ReVenant scourge. Jamester takes long strides up the ramp, his eyes fixed on Carner as he’s let through the cell door. With a nod to the outside referee from Card, the door is bolted shut and Card signals for the bell and the timer on the big screen to start.

Carner and Jesse circle each other. A little cagey to start as Jamester throws out a rangy roundhouse kick, looking as much to judge distance as he is to solidly connect. NJC steps back so the blow whiffs. Carner tries to duck in and take The Canadian Nightmare down with a double leg but JJ sprawls and backs up. Jamester backs to a side and grabs for Carner’s exposed arm, wringing it out but the ReVenants’ point man performs a cartwheel to reverse the pressure, his hair whipping through the air as he gracefully flips over. The Wrestler’s Favourite Wrestler pushes Jamester away to the length of an arm and then starts to pull him back in again before dropping the wrist hold and spinning into a massive elbow strike to the Canadian’s jaw. Jamester flies backwards and Carner bows to the crowd.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Following in quickly, The Immaculate Maestro of a Million Moves grabs the off balance Jamester’s arm and NJC whips the Canadian Nightmare into the ropes separating the two rings. Jamester has to grab the top rope to steady himself but Carner presses the advantage straight away. He closes in and lashes the knife edge of his hand across Jamester’s muscular chest…

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

NJC smiles and looks around the crowd, placing a finger to his lips to make them drop the background noise level and as he draws his hand back again, the background hubbub drops so everyone can hear the hand strike again, sounding a lashing crack around the ScotiaBank Arena.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Sensing that Jamester is a little winded from the fierce chops he’s laid in, NJC backs away and taps his knee. With half the ring he’s in to get a run up, Carner charges, throwing his left knee up for extra momentum before trying to land his Sympho-Knee straight into the Canadian’s jaw… BUT JAMESTER DUCKS! With a push upwards from his arms, Jamester sends Carner sailing over both sets of ropes, landing him in a crumpled heap in the other ring! Jamester breathes in, steadying himself to follow up as Carner grabs his back after the impact.

Jamester steps over the first set of ropes into the dividing area between the rings. Using the top rope as a slingshot, JJ launches himself into the air and stretches his body out, landing chest on chest right on top of Carner. Knowing that this match can’t end by pinfall, Jamester rolls straight away and back to his feet, giving himself a little space for his ReVenant opposition. Jesse is feeling it as he waits for NJC to get to his feet and then goes HAM, hitting a jab to the chest, a lethal looking chop to the throat, a kick to the knee that stumbles Carner forwards, a kick to the gut, a ham hock of a punch to the face, a big, meaty low blow knowing full well there’s no disqualifications in WarGames and ending with a huge Superkick. Card looks on approvingly (well, the Superkick IS his Calling Card) as Carner rocks backwards towards the ropes.

Crowd: JESS-E JAMES-STER! JESS-E JAMES-STER! JESS-E JAMES-STER!

Following up quickly, Jamester bull rushes the off balance Carner back onto the ropes adjacent to the cell side. The muscular Canadian hooks a head and arm lock on NJC and slowly turns around, muscling NJC into the perfect position before HURLING Carner over his shoulders, releasing the hold mid suplex sending Carner flying out into the cold, unforgiving steel which rattles with the crash. Carner drops to the ring apron, trapped against the steel and Jamester backs up to the other side of the ring, waiting for his next opportunity.

Crowd: JESS-E JAMES-STER! JESS-E JAMES-STER! JESS-E JAMES-STER!

Like a charging bull at the Calgary Stampede Parade, Jamester launches himself at Carner, flying in between the second and top ropes and powering his shoulder into Carner’s chest. The cage holds, barely, but the impact rattles NJC’s bones and causes Jamester to rebound off into the ropes uncomfortably. The very definition of a high risk, high reward move. The Canadian Nightmare shakes himself fresher and grabs for a leg of Carner, placing it across the bottom rope. He then reaches through and grabs the other one so The Messiah of the Massive Move Set is draped uncomfortably over the ropes. Jamester looks out into the crowd and steps one leg through NJC’s, forming a four and dropping back to the mat into a submission. Carner tilts his head back round, a pained expression on his face and catches Chris Card’s glimpse, asking…

Neo James Carner: Rope break?

Card shrugs before responding calmly.

Chris Card: No DQ. No rope breaks.

The Devil is VERY MUCH in The Details as NJC writhes around, trying to loosen himself from the rope assisted Figure Four. Jamester grunts, exerting every piece of pressure he can to just simply do a little extra damage to his trapped opponent, leverage assisted. The usual calm, confident demeanour of Carner is shattered as the pressure on his leg builds, Jamester not looking to win, you can’t win at this stage anyway, just to cause as much damage as possible to his opponent. Jamester twists and turns, rocking from side to side, looking to snap NJC’s leg and having the little bit of height to make the angle unnatural to a talented technical wrestler like Carner is.

Crowd: LET’S GO JAMES-STER! LET’S GO JAMES-STER! LET’S GO JAMES-STER!

NJC’s face is a picture of pure agony as his leg is being bent in the most savage of fashions. It’s impossible to see under Jamester’s mask but you could almost swear he’s smiling at being able to apply such a tortuous hold to one of his current enemies, such a close ally of his current nemesis Keith Williams. JJ arches his back, bridging to add yet another angle of pain into his demonic hold. Carner’s face is beet red as the pain is really getting to him...




FIVE.. FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE…




And HURTLING down the entrance ramp comes Oxford Osland, waving a kendo stick in one hand with no due care or attention. He slides through the cell door and rushes over to where JJ has his teammate Carner stuck and just tees off on Jamester, raising the Singapore Cane as high as he can, nearly toughing the cell’s roof before swinging it downwards onto The Canadian Nightmare’s body, again and again, splinters flying off the stick with every smash into JJ’s ribs. Jamester has to break the leg lock to cover up and Carner rolls away, propping himself up against the cage edge and desperately rubbing feeling back into his leg. Finally, Osland casually flips Jamester onto his stomach and slides the cane underneath JJ’s chest, leaning forward and grabbing the stick by the handle and near the tip… LIFTING JJ OFF THE MAT AND ARCHING BACKWARDS TO HIT JAMESTER WITH A DEADLIFT, CANE ASSISTED, GERMAN SUPLEX!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Osland goes over to check on Carner who is now standing. Oxford, being one of the masters of teamwork in wrestling, calls some shots and the pair walk over to where Jesse Jamester is lying on the mat. Osland hauls Jamester up with a brutal, physical gutwrench and just muscles him over into a side slam position, NJC locking in an inverted headlock and the pair drops with one simultaneous movement, hitting an Inverted DDT Side Slam that crashes JJ into the mat. Osland is quicker to his feet than Carner and he backs away towards the ropes, letting The Master of a Million Moves get to a low standing position. NJC uses his stronger leg as the plant leg to wheel round and sweep Jamester’s leg out from behind as Oxford Osland charges in and decks The Nightmare with his trademarked hooking clothesline. Taken out high and low, Jamester collapses to the mat.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Both ReVenants are quick to get up, though Carner is still favouring the leg. A flurry of low, sharp kicks are landed pointedly into JJ’s rib cage with little he can do except attempt to cover up from the attacks coming in at all angles. Jamester attempts to extend an arm and hook a leg out from one of his opponents but Osland grabs it and extends Jamester’s fingers out, preparing to stomp on his hand…






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Armed with a steel chair painted amber and yellow, Bradford’s Biggest Bastard Frank Windsor heads up the ramp. He has a murderous look in his eyes as he steps into the cell and WHACKS Oxford Osland across the back, sending the Navy and Grey Attack skittering away towards the corner.

The Windsor Section of the Crowd: YAAAAAAAARK-SHEERRRRR! YAAAAAAAARK-SHEERRRRR!

Windsor kicks Carner in the bad leg, dropping the World Class Wrestler down to one knee and then wields the chair high in the air and SLAMS IT DOWN IN A HIGH CONCUSSION RISK UNPROTECTED CHAIR SHOT STRAIGHT TO CARNER’S SKULL! Blood starts flowing from NJC’s skull and Windsor looks around, picking up a large chunk that had flown off Osland’s Kendo Stick. The West Yorkshire Warrior grabs for the shard and JAMS IT RIGHT INTO THE CUT, opening it a little further and grinning wildly at the damage he’s causing.

Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!

Following up, Windsor stands over the bleeding, kneeling Carner and forces him into a standing head scissors, hoisting NJC up into a powerbomb position, Carner’s blood dripping down onto Windsor’s head and with a manic look in his eyes, The Bratfud Bastud charges at the ropes dividing both rings and hits a running powerbomb that bounces Carner’s back off both sets of ropes and leaves him spilling into the other ring, bloodied and dazed. Carner collapses, desperately trying to wipe the blood away from his eyes as Frank Windsor looks down at Jesse Jamester and barks out a simple command…

Frank Windsor: GET OOP!

Jamester slowly recovers his vertical base as Windsor throws some fierce chops at Osland, stinging the chest of the more classically trained competitor…

Crowd: WOOOOOO! WOOOOOO! WOOOOO!

...and then Windsor picks Osland up into a Fireman’s Carry. He looks at Carner, slowly making his way to his feet in the other ring and then spins towards the dividing ropes, using Osland’s legs to knock Carner back down to the mat. Jesse Jamester kneels down, one knee down, the other sticking out and Windsor drops to a side DELIVERING A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER TO OSLAND ACROSS JJ’S KNEE! The Sultan of Schlong Style stands over his fallen opponent and delivers a massive crotch chop, pointing out the one feature that he is more proud of than anything else…




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Rob Garcia is next out. Not looking to be weighed down by anything he sprints straight down to the cell door and goes straight to the top rope. Before Jesse and Frank have had a chance to notice Rob’s rapid arrival but just after they’ve had a chance to turn around… GARCIA LEAPS OFF, TWISTING AND TURNING HIS BODY, CONTORTING IT IN MID AIR AND WIPING OUT BOTH JAMESTER AND WINDSOR WITH A CORKSCREW BODY BLOCK! Garcia spots the Bradford painted chair of Windsor lying on the mat and grabs it off the mat. With Frank Windsor in his crosshairs, Garcia rushes the ropes, springboards off them and turns 180 degrees in midair, holding the chair under his legs as he extends them and then ARABIAN LEGDROPPING THE CHAIR ONTO WINDSOR’S SKULL! Garcia rolls to his feet and raises his arms.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Seeing that his ReVenant brother in the other ring has got to his feet, Garcia grabs Windsor and hauls him to his feet. Carefully the High Flying ReVenant lines up the Bradford Brawler, locking in for a hip toss and throwing Windsor over the two sets of ropes at a high angle, letting NJC catch him on the way down with a snap neckbreaker. Carner takes a mount position on Windsor, raining down both fists and blood onto the Man from God’s Own County. Oxford Osland is getting his ground and pound in on Jesse Jamester and Garcia takes to the top rope as the beatings continue, one in each ring. As the other ReVenants in the match glance up to see what Robbie G is doing, he points downwards with both hands, indicating the turnbuckles. Climbing up the cell and looking back over his shoulder, Garcia waits for both opponents to be whipped into the corners and then… GARCIA JUMPS OFF, FLATTENS HIS BODY OUT IN MIDAIR AND HITS A SIMULTANEOUS HEAD SCISSORS AND MODIFIED DDT ON BOTH MEMBERS OF TEAM JJ, FLIPPING HIS OWN BODY OVER TO LAND IN A POSE LAYING ACROSS BOTH SETS OF ROPES!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rob Garcia checks quickly between both rings, making sure that both of his stablemates have the advantage and the second it looks like either man is losing, he hops the ropes and turns the situation into a two on one instantly. The ReVenants are in complete control but the timer is running down…




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But out to even the odds is Rob Riot. The is a huge cheer from the crowd as he rushes down to the cell and clambers inside. The Mancunian Mixed Martial Artist spots that Rob Garcia is busy making NJC and his Bastard teammate an uneven contest and he goes straight for the second ring, cocking his leg back and blasting Garcia on the chin with a SUPERKICK! Carner turns, looking to see where his support has gone to and Riot clocks him with a SUPERKICK! Meanwhile the brawl in the other ring has evened out and Jamester makes Osland turn with a slight stagger as Riot hops the ropes and winds up another SUPERKICK! Windsor throws Garcia into the well between the adjacent ropes and Riot hops in after him. All three ReVenants slowly, groggily get back to their feet as JJ, Frank and Riot all cock, lock and load for bear… TRIPLE SUPERKICK TO THE REVENANTS! ALL THREE MEN DROP, GARCIA IN THE WELL, OSLAND AND CARNER IN SEPARATE RINGS.

Crowd: SU-PER-KICK! SU-PER-KICK! SU-PER-KICK!

It’s an all Rob brawl as Rob Riot lifts Rob Garcia off the midring apron, locks in a three quarter facelock and leaps, planting his feet on the two ring posts and flipping over into a heavily modified neckbreaker, snapping Garcia down in the well between the two rings. He dips immediately into the ring where Carner and his fellow Bastard Windsor are, Windsor hauling Carner to his feet and grabbing NJC by the pectorals. Riot throws an M with his hand, then holds up six fingers and finally throws two up in the bow finger taunt. Then Riot falls to his back, jamming his foot straight into Carner’s jaw starting off the motion of Windsor’s suplex, Windsor falling backwards and launching The Meticulous Master of Moves over his head.

Crowd: BAAA-STAAAARDS! BAAA-STAAAARDS! BAAA-STAAAARDS!

Riot quickly turns to the situation in the other ring and runs to the ropes, stepping through to Osland and Jamester. The Mancunian Mat Master lifts up Osland and rack him across his shoulders, cracking Oxford’s back three or four times before allowing Jamester to step in, standing back to back with him, sharing the load of the torture rack. Riot slowly counts down from three and then the pair sit out, dropping Osland across both pairs of shoulders.





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Keith Williams is next out, carrying a suspicious looking bag. He picks up the pace, seeing where the numbers advantage can be capitalised on and slides into the ring where Osland is laying on the mat having been double Rack dropped. The Great White Terror picks his spot perfectly, spinning into Queen Anne’s Revenge, connecting his elbow into the back of Rob Riot’s head as the Mancunian stands. Jamester, being the more tired man in the match, is slower to get up and Keith has plenty of time to set up for another Queen Anne’s Revenge on him. Keith looks over to Rob Garcia, standing up slowly in the well. NJC and Frank Windsor are back to trading blows and Garcia hops the ropes and joins in to make that a two on one. Wiliams grins a sinister smile and holds the bag aloft as he casually walks into the second ring, opening it up so the whole crowd can see before dropping the shards of broken glass inside all over the mat.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Double checking that Osland is fine, both opponents in his ring having been poleaxed by his own lethal discus elbow, Williams directs traffic, lifting Frank Windsor up by the waist and carefully positioning him so that as Williams drops Windsor into a modified spinebuster, Carner grabs the head of the Yorkshireman in an inverted mat slam, both men driving Windsor’s back into the glass. Frank Windsor rolls out of the glass to reveal shards sticking out of his back, blood dripping from a dozen tiny cuts into his flesh. Now Osland steps through to join in, leaving Riot and Jamester in the other ring and the four members of the ReVenants grab a limb each, lifting Windsor by both arms and both legs, throwing him up into the air and letting him drop out of the sky back first into the glass again. With Jamester and Riot stirring, all four ReVenants in the ring step over the mid ring ropes and with Windsor writing in pain, the ReVs start a pair of two on ones with their less glass damaged opponents. Osland and Carner take turns firing off their technical kicks and elbows, isolating Rob Riot a backing him off to one corner. Garcia is a ball of energy and hits some high impact kicks to Jesse Jamester while Keith picks his spots, constantly turning JJ round and back to Garcia with every blow.





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Billy Fowler heads down to the cell at triple quick pace, quickly sliding in and joining the fray and firing off huge, meaty punches to the ReVenants as they turn to face him. BOOM! Down goes Keith Williams. BOOM! Down goes Rob Garcia! BOOM! Down goes Oxford Osland! BOOM! Down goes Neo James Carner! Williams is back up and charges… and Big Billy uses Keith’s momentum against him, whipping The Great White Terror’s body over with a wheel powerslam that drops Wiliams right on top of Neo James Carner! Rob Garcia takes a super fast run up, looking to catch Fowler unawares but the beast of a man jacks Garcia high into the air, watching as Garcia falls from the sky and lands right on top of the heap of ReVenants that Fowler has collected. Finally Fowler muscles up Oxford Osland into a powerbomb position and SMASHES OXFORD INTO THE PILE WITH LONDON CALLING! And the clash here is flesh on flesh. Fowler backs up and roars, throwing his fists into the air in celebration!

Crowd: BIL-LY FOW-LER! BIL-LY FOW-LER! BIL-LY FOW-LER!

The pile spreads out a little, woozy and stunned from the flood of attacks that’s been coming in. Billy Fowler grabs Jesse Jamester and lifts him up in a back suplex then changes momentum mid move, pushing Jamester forwards into a wheelbarrow powerbomb, dropping the Canadian chest first on top of Williams and Carner. With Windsor recovered and picking the last shards of glass out of his bloodied back, Riot hops over the dividing ropes to join his fellow Bastard and Fowler grabs Osland by the scruff of the neck and drags him into the ring with the glass in. Fowler hoists poor Oxford up into a powerbomb position and both Windsor and Riot reach up to spike the move… TRIPLE BASTARD BOMB ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS ON OXFORD OSLAND! Osland yelps in pain as the cruel shards cut into his back while The Bastards pose in the ring, taking time out to throw stiff low kicks at the blood dripping form of Oxford Osland.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The Bastards go back to the other ring where Jamester and Rob Garcia are exchanging tired blows, Jamester from the effort of the match, Garcia from having his teammates dropped on him with great prejudice and righteous anger…




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Holding a swagger stick, Jeff Noon walks down to join the action. Rob Garcia has been backed into a corner by JJ and tries to escape up the turnbuckles, the Canadian Nightmare following him up to the top rope. Noon rolls into the ring and immediately hobbles The Biggest Bastard Out There by wrapping his stick round the back of Billy Fowler’s leg. Fowler grunts and turns, only for a recovered Keith Williams to knock him off his feet with a rapid dropkick. Noon uses his stick to order Williams to stomp on Fowler a few times before again going straight for the legs of Rob Riot with a sharp diagonal blow, then one for Frank Windsor. Neo James Carner has recovered enough to back up to the ropes and he rushes in as Windsor stumbles, pumping his legs and SYMPHO-KNEEING Frank in the side of the head. Rob Garcia continues to escape Jamester’s clutches by hopping up onto the cell wall and scrambling upwards, kicking downwards at JJ to keep his distance.

Crowd: FUCK THE REVS! FUCK THE REVS!

Rob Garcia grabs at the edge of the cage and pulls, hard. The roof panel he’s standing beneath looks loose and Garcia gives it one huge tug, causing it to flap loose.. AND GARCIA RIDES THE ARC OF THE SWINGING PANEL, JUMPING OFF TO HIT A HUUUUGE HURACANRANA ON BILLY FOWLER AS HE STANDS UP!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Now Keith Williams senses an opportunity and with a surprising cat-like grace, rushes up the turnbuckles, kneeing Jesse Jamester as he clambers over him. Jeff Noon is keeping Fowler subdued by chopping down on him with his cane like he was a Samurai splitting a long. Osland and Carner grab Rob Riot and stands back towards the ring dividers as Keith Williams produces another black bag, this time from his tights. Williams holds it aloft, opens the bag and pours a whole heap of thumbtacks through the holes in the roof of the cell, adding a new element of danger to the already glass filled ring… AND NJC AND OXFORD OSLAND HIT A HUGE DOUBLE TEAM BACKDROP SENDING RIOT ARCING THROUGH THE AIR ONTO THE PILE OF THUMBTACKS! ROB RIOT HAS A HUNDRED OR MORE TINY PIN PRICKS IN HIS BACK AND GRABS HIS BACK IN AGONY!








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Nothing.

Totally nothing.

No one comes out.

Jeff Noon is laughing as he spots that no one is entering the match. He calls his troops over and the ReVenants in the clear ring and Garcia engages with Frank Windsor, usually a battle he wouldn’t win but every time it looks like Frank’s sheer striking ability would gain him the upper hand, Noon whacks him across the back of the legs with his stick. Same goes for Carner and Fowler, NJC’s technical striking game proving not quite enough against the slab of meat that is Billy Fowler, but with the addition of cane shots it’s more than enough. Noon keeps himself outside of either of team JJ’s grasps and is far happier just tipping the odds in his fighters’ favour.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Meanwhile Jesse Jamster has clambered up on top of the cell, chasing after Keith Williams. Williams feigns backing off, letting Jesse think he’s cornered him but as Jesse charges, Keith drop toe holds him, smashing Jesse’s face into the steel cell roof. The Great White Terror backs off a couple of steps and as Jamester raises his face off the steel, Williams raises his boot up and just plants it into the back of JJ’s head, driving his face into the steel again. These two moves must have cut something underneath the mask as drops of blood fall from Jamester’s face, mixing with the thumbtacks on the mat beneath. Keith positions The Canadian Nightmare’s body carefully so he doesn’t fall off the cage when bridging, grabs JJ’s arms and flips over, bridging into AN ODE TO ALEX TREBEK! Chris Card positions himself where he can see what’s going on on the roof but Jamester isn’t tapping…






AND SCOTT STEEL COMES ROARING OUT FORM THE BACK! THE COLOSSUS IS THE FIFTH MAN ON TEAM JJ!








Crowd: STEEL! STEEL! STEEL! STEEL!





Steel runs as fast as his massive body will allow, near ripping the cage door off as he aims to enter the match as quickly as possible. Rob Garcia is the first to reach him to try and slow down the surprise entrant… GOOZLE! MASSIVE, EVIL, ILL TEMPERED, BONE RATTLING CHOOOOOOOOOOOOKESLAAAAAAAAAAAAM! Garcia BOUNCES off the ring canvas! The cage rattles and with the impact and the little movement allows JJ to break the near inescapable under normal cirstances Cattle Mutilation he’s trapped in. Osland is the next to approach Steel. He goes for a single leg takedown but STEEL KNEE LIFTS TO BLOCK. OSLAND ROCKS BACKWARDS. GOOZLE! Now Carner tries to break Oxford free, but NJC gets too close to Steele’s other arm.. GOOZLE! PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! MAKE IT DOUBLE! CARNER! OSLAND! PREPARE TO GET BLASTED WITH A DOUBLE CHOOOOOOOOOOKESLAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Crowd: STEEL! STEEL! STEEL! STEEL!

Jeff Noon looks up to see the near seven foot, three hundred and fifty pound monster standing before him. Frank Windsor and Billy Fowler grab Noon from behind and lift the unfortunate Noon up onto Scott Steel’s shoulders. Steel presses Jeff Noon up and runs forwards, HITTING JEFF NOON WITH AN ELEVATED OVER THE ROPES RELEASE POWERBOMB INTO THE RING FULL OF THUMBTACKS! JEFF NOON SCREAMS IN PAIN!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

While Williams and Jamester are up to their knees and exchanging clubbing blows on the roof of the cell and the other wrestling members of the ReVenants are all collapsed, post chokeslam, Jeff Noon is trapped in the other ring, alone, in pain and with a recovering Rob Riot. Steel, Windsor and Fowler all turn to play defense as Riot grabs a hold of Noon and locks Jeff’s leg with a stepover, falling forwards carefully to apply a crossface hold, Chris Card is there to check for a submission but Noon doesn’t want to give in just yet. Riot wrenches on the STF and then briefly releases the crossface part to scoop up a handful of thumbtacks AND STUFF THEM RIGHT IN JEFF NOON’S MOUTH. RIOT REAPPLIES THE STF, NOW THUMBTACK ASSISTED…

Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!

And Jeff Noon has no other option but to tap the hell out! Chris Card calls for the bell…

DING DING DING!


Announcer: Winners of the Great War Games match via submission, ROB RIOT, FRANK WINDSOR, BILLY FOWLER, SCOTT STEEL, and JESSE JAMESTER! (48:23) 

The wildest event to date of 2021 had just finished and the Northern Pro Wrestling fans were in a pandamonium over the results as the scene fades out with the Bastards, Scott Steel, and Jesse Jamester standing tall.