NPW Honor [#8] November 26th, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 22:01:44 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Nov 26, 2021 22:01:44 GMT -5
LIVE from the The Scotiabank Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia
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PRESENTS...
Two men who are emerging as stars within the promotion locked up in a hotly contested affair to kick things off on Honor. Rob Garcia made it apparent that his goal was to shed a few pounds and try his hand in the high flying, hard hitting Cruiserweight division. After months of dedication and hardwork, Garcia has tipped the scales at 225lbs, and is now officially one of the top contenders to Lochlyn Cade's championship.
Takaru Matsui has been involved in all sorts of ways since he debuted. A contour victory over Jesse Jamester is certainly boast worthy, especially now that the 'Canadian Nightmare' in in possession of the North American Double Crown. Takaru has enlisted the services of Mr. Wormwood, and immediately brought forth some much needed direction and confidence.
When we last left Takaru, he was seen fighting with Alex Turner all over the arena after an exchange between Wormwood and Roxy gone south. Takaru showed no backdown, and seems intent with mixing it up with some of Northern Pro's top stars, and feels he belongs in that mix. Both men could use a victory in this contest, and the intensity both men brought to the conflict showed that they were aware of what a victory could do for their trajectory going forward.
Garcia starred in the Great Northern War, using his body as a weapon at every turn. He also coached his friend Jeff Noon and did his best to get him into game shape, so that he could hang with some of Northern Pro's best. There has been some backlash about Noon's ad, leading into the match - but this was obviously designed to motivated Noon to get into better shape!
Takaru pointed to the mat in the centre of the ring to signify that he wanted Garcia to come out, and the two of them would stand and trade. Garcia obliged, and Honor got off to a strong start. Garcia was backed against the ropes after absorbing some stiff shots from Takaru. Garcia was leaning against the ropes, but ducked a Yakuza kick from Matsui!
Matsui was prone, and Garcia jump kicked him over the top rope. Garcia hit the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE!
RAAAAAAAHHHH!
Garcia again showing no regard for his body. Both men hit the concrete in a heap. Stiff chops from Garcia..
WOOO!!
WOOO!!
Takaru fights back, eye rake, Irish whip in the guard rail!
CRASH!
LARIAT! Garcia did a 360 in the air after the impact from the blow from Matsui. Matsui popped up on the apron showing great athletiscm, before diving forward and clotheslining Garcia down to the concrete once again.
Before the referee could get to a slow ten count, Matsui rolled into the ring to break the count. Matsui went outside, but to his surprise, Garcia showed toughness and was ready to wage war. Brawling ensued and both men took turns trading shots, as the fans in the front row kept their distance knowing that either man could end up in their las at any given moment.
Garcia fired up and backed Matsui off with a barrage of punches, before spiking him on the mat with a DDT!
Wormwood and Jeff Noon were close by, and the two managers got into a shouting match! Oh man, imagine the two of them trading shots? Perhaps a tag team match would be in order down the line.
Garcia dragged Takaru into the ring. He was clearly out of it. Cover!
Two Count.
Garcia picked Takaru up.
LOW BLOW! The ref didn't see it, as Mr Wormwood was up on the apron. Garcia staggers to the middle of the ring and drops to his knees. Takaru is wiping the cobwebs.
[Donzig]
The fans stir as the King of The North walks towards the ring. The referee is tied up with Wormwood. Donzig slides into the ring..
STUNNER On Takaru!
Danzig waits for Garcia to get back to his feet.
STUNNER On Garcia!
The referee turns around to see both men down on the mat and Donzig hissing over them. The referee waves off the match and calls for the bell.
Announcer: The following match is consider a NO CONTEST! (8:25)
Danzig laughs, as he watches both men do their best to recover. The referee avoids DOnzig, as he admires his work. Mr. Wormwood flinches like he's going to come into the ring but then thinks better of it.
I guess Donzig heard some of the rumblings from Rob Garcia and wanted to introduce himself personally! Moreover, the history between Donzig and Takaru goes without saying. Seemingly happy with his efforts, Donzig finally leaves the ring area to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
[Cut.]
“When I Come Around” by Greenday slams through the sound system and the newest signee to NPW comes out. “The Fighter” John Smith makes his way to the ring as fans are torn, unsure what to make of the new wrestler to Canada’s most prominent wrestling promotion. The Catch style wrestler had an old school energy as he entered the ring, flipping his hair back and nodding to the audience as the music faded.
Out next was one-third of the Bastards, who were coming off hot from the Great Northern War Games fight they endured with Jesse Jametser and Scott Steel, taking home the win against the ReVenants. Billy Fowler was swinging the flag. Giving the fans something to cheer about, and hit the steel steps up to the apron, planting the flag behind the ring post. Fowler stepped in the ring and didn’t wait to get it started. The brawler hit John Smith across the chest with a forearm and the two immediately took to it.
Fowler rocking Smith into the ropes, he goes for the irish whip, but Smith reverses and goes for a back body drop -- forearm to the back by Fowler! Gut wrench suplex and Fowler throws Smith to the canvas with a thud! Fowler is on Smith in a heartbeat, pummeling away until the referee stops him at the 5 count. The fire in Fowler showing early on as the Bastard disregards the rules for some brawling.
Smith gets up and Fowler meets him with a grapple, but the new star turns it around into a hammerlock, before switching to a headlock. Headlock take over to the ground, and Fowler rolls him over for a short 2 count before the move is broken up. Fowler up, head buttes Smith as he rises and shoves him into the ropes catching him with a sidewalk slam on the return. A quick cover and it’s only good for a 2 count again.
Smith gets the advantage next with an arm drag into an armbar. He grounds Fowler and uses the hold to pick him apart. Fowler rolls through and elbows Smith to break the hold and the two get to their feet. Smith ducks a clothesline, hooks the back, ATOMIC DROP! Fowler holding his tailbone stumbles forward and turns into a BIG BOOT! Fowler flops on his back and John Smith hits the ropes, LEG DROP! Hooking the leg, he goes for the cover.
1..
2…
3--
Kick out!
Fowler with the last ditch kickout saves the match. Smith goes to pick him up, and Fowler back body drops Smith awkwardly on his side. Smith tries and gets back up and takes an axe handle smash by Fowler who appears to be pissed off, the Bastard in him showing; and Fowler hooks him for a powerbomb. Smith goes up -- Fowler gets punched three times before Smith slips over the shoulders and onto his feet, neckbreaker!
Both men are down. Fowler and Smith’s heads next to one another as their feet face opposite directions. Fowler rolls over and Smith does the same. The two rise together, slugging one another with right fists. Staggering backwards - Fowler hits the ropes and knees the midsection of Smith, axe handle to the back, and LONDON’S FALLING! Sitout Powerbomb into a pin by the Bastard Fowler!
1..
2..
3…
Bell sounds as Fowler shoves Smith’s legs off of him and climbs to his feet. The arm raised in victory as Fowler takes the win.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, Billy Fowler! (13:29)
The Bastard was on a roll with his Great Northern War victory and now one over John Smith in his debut match. It was certainly an uptick from weeks prior, and Fowler would show his joy with a turnbuckle climb before waving the Bastard flag back and forth as the show cut to a commercial.
Both of these men have proven their worth whenever they set foot inside of the ring. Jay Stevens has already captured championship gold in Northern Pro Wrestling and appears to be the best version of himself as of late. The Cruiserweight Cup finalist could very well find himself competing for the Cup once again this coming year.
Xiaolong has a strong resume of championship victories to his name, and would have to be considered one of the newcomers to Northern Pro Wrestling with the most upside. His no nonsense approach has turned heads as of late, as he's willing to mix it up with just about anyone, regardless of their weight class.
While both men have no limit to their potential, both would have to be considered contenders to the North American Cruiserweight Championship which is currently held by Lochlyn Cade. Rob Garcia might have something to say about that, as well as Eddie Havok, who seems to have called his shot in the suddenly intense and highly competitive Cruiserweight Division.
This was the first match between these two, and stylistically both men preferred to hit hard, fast, and were great on the mat. If there was ever a crossover into mixed martial arts, these two men would be able to hold their own against just about anyone.
In the early stages of the match, Xiaolong got off to a hot start, as he seemed to have Jay scouted. Jay was undeterred, and seemed to appreciate Xiaolong's ability to keep him at range, while also stuffing his take down attempts when they were in close. Jay would eventually get ahold of 'Xia' and use the pressure of a wrist lock, transition into a hammerlock behind Xia's back, before tripping him and sending him to the mat face down. Jay would hop up front and crank on Xia's neck with a bulldog crank.
Xia was able to fight Jay's grip, and slip his head out of danger, sweep Jay, and end up in guard. Xia would punch from the top, but most of his attempts were smothered. But as Jay was blocking the onslaught, Xia swiftly moved into side control and started to work for arm triangle. Jay was smart to sense it, so he turned away, but Xia then started to try and work a rear-naked choke. He was relentless, and had it half in, but the referee broke it up as Xia was putting pressure on Jay's windpipe which is illegal. Rolled away, and took Xia's leg as the referee was separating them, on instinct Jay knew to keep fighting, and to take what he was given.
Jay yanked on Xia's leg, before using his leverage to torque Xia's ankle the wrong way. Xia was in pain and tried to spin out of it on the mat, but when he did, Jay dropped down and secured a full blown ankle lock!
Would he?
The ref was in position.
Rope Break. Xia was aware of his surroundings, and showed great toughness in not succumbing to the pressure of the hold. The two men circled, as the crowd cheered, stomped, yelled and wished their respective charges well. Xia would grab Jay's arm and turn him inside out with a short clothesline.
Xia went up top, Senton Bomb! A cover, but only a two count. Jay rolled to a neutral corner, looking to catch us breath, but Xia rushed with a strike, but Jay moved, and caught him with a vicious palm strike of his own. As Xia backed away, Jay ran and jumped into a hooking clothesline which ended up being more like sling-blade. A quick over, but two count only!
Both men back up, slugging it out.
JAY!
XIA!
JAY!
XIA!
JAY!
JAY!
JAY!
Brainbuster! Jay picked him up and drove him to the mat.
Would it be enough?
Two Count!
Both men appear to be evenly matched, and both men have been using stiff strikes and calculated submissions throughout the bout. Xia picked Jay up, who was vulnerable trying to regain his composure, Xia hit the ropes, looking for a spear! He got him with it.. but Jay seemed to use his force against I'm and whipped backwards with force, almost catching him in a DDT of sorts.
Both men laid down on the mat, seemingly hurt from the exchange. The crowd popped, as they hadn't seen a counter like that before, and were also proud of the efforts that both men had put into the contest.
The ref counted, and got to four, before both men got to their feet. Xia lunged..
SMALL PACKAGE!
Xia is kicking, trying to free himself.
1..
2..
3..
Announcer: Winner of the match via pin fall, Jay Stevens!!! (9:12)
A fitting end to a hard fought battle between two like-minded foes. Jay waited for the referee to come and raise his hand, but looked over at Xiaolong and nodded his head respectfully. Both men gave it their all, and appeared to be evenly matched. A new respect forged here tonight. The match could've gone either way, and the fans let both men know how much they appreciated their efforts.
[Cut.]
We saw over the last couple of shows that our new Double Crown Champion Jesse Jamester has ruffled the feathers of the Timeless One. JJ dropping the Prime Time member on his head in the exit from the XHF which has not sat well with Timeless at all. Timeless, as is his way has possibly put his foot in it this time, by agreeing to wrestle an actual Crocodile. That's right folks. A real live Croc.
We see the croc in the ring, it is circling the inside, and looking extremely menacing.
"Orion" - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.
Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.
Timeless: I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it.
Crowd: I’M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless: No (holding his hand up to block them) You're not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
Timeless drops the mic and saunters smugly around the ring impressed with himself, the croc lunging at him and he last minute jumps out of the way, eyes bulging with fear. The crock lunges at Timeless a second time and Turner catches it coming at him and plants it with a big spinebuster. The crowd can’t believe it. Kids are covering their eyes, Women too, some peeking through as they can’t keep their eyes from the specimen that is Alex Turner.
The croc doesn’t know what hit it after the spinebuster and is flailing on its back, like a turtle, it rolls onto its stomach and as it does, Timeless dives down on locks on a side headlock. This is something to behold. The croc is writhing, and struggling to escape the side headlock and Timeless is jockeying, trying to hold the side headlock, he is turning it into a choke and squeezing the life out of the croc.
The croc suddenly instinctively rolls and swipes at Timeless with a taloned claw and cuts open the rib cage of Timeless. Timeless jumps back, and the croc now smells blood and swings its huge tail at Timeless, clobbering him and sending him across the ring. Timeless slumps in the corner, feeling the effects of that tail shot. The croc roars, opening its jaw wide open and runs at Timeless … the speed of the beast surprises Timeless and he reaches up to the ropes and pulls himself out of the way of the croc just in time. The croc taking a big chunk out of the turnbuckle pad.
Timeless jumps down right on the back of the croc. He then drops a knee on the croc and picks it up and drops it in a big back breaker on his knee. The crowd are holding their breath and Timeless locks on a Crossface. He may break the neck and back of the croc here!
The croc again counters and rolls and pins both paws on the chest of Timeless and roars with venom. Timeless is literally fighting for his life and the croc opens them huge snappers and Timeless catches it by the jaw, holding him off. It's a battle of strength and wills and Timeless with pure adrenaline and the desperation of survival surging thru him pushes the croc off him and kips up to his feet as the croc also steadies itself. This can't go much longer.
The croc swings its tail again at Timeless but Sir Winsalot catches the tail, and swings the croc around the ring in a giant swing. One, two, three, four, FIVE TIMES!
Timeless picks up the dizzy croc …. FALCON ARROW!
Timeless then grabs the groggy croc and TURN ABOUT! (Rings of Saturn)
The croc is almost broken in half and is banging its tail on the mat …. The ref signals that's a tap out and calls for the bell.
"Orion" - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner raises his arms victoriously in the air.
SNAP!
The croc lunches at Timeless and TIMELESS JUST GOT BITTEN ON THE ARSE! The croc actually bit him! Handlers dive in the ring and subdue the croc as Timeless rolls out of the ring, blood covering his trunks and Roxylishus is beside herself. Medics charge the ring and are seeing to Timeless. They are screaming for an ambulance. This is not pretty. Timeless glares at the croc and then collapses to one knee, loss of blood possibly. We see an ambulance being opened up in the back, and Timeless is face first now on a gurney being rushed into the back.
Blake Samuels: Just in time, Jeff Noon is joining us as this one is about to be underway.
Archie Rude: Always a pleasure to have a ReVenant at the booth.
Jeff Noon: Rob wanted to be here tonight, but is resting up after that epic performance he put on earlier tonight. So you get the next best thing in myself for this evening!
Blake Samuels: What brings you to our neck of the woods tonight Jeff?
Jeff Noon: Scouting. Both of these men are going to battle for a championship that my brother and client Rob Garcia is after. I take my job seriously, unlike you Blake -- and tonight I’m going to watch and see what weaknesses Cade and Freakke display. That is why we are superior, always ahead of the game with a plan. You could learn a thing or two about that Blake, get to takin’ notes.
Archie Rude: You heard the man, where’s your notepad? So unprepared… (shakes head)
Panning out from the Scotiabank Arena crowd, the entrance screen comes alive showing a cemetery. Located near where the Halifax Annual Fair was last Honor, we are taken on a chilling camera ride, as the front metal gates arching 12 feet high split open and the audience ‘oooh’s’ to the sight of tombstones and memorials built to remember those who had left this world.
The night was upon us, and a nearly full moon illuminated the hallowed grounds. Taking the scenic route it seemed, the camera went down a main path, turning as it came up on an enormous tomb in the shape of a reaper with a scythe looming over its shoulder.
Ahead through the grass now, the camera focuses on the old gothic black gates fencing the stone building that Freakke had warned Lochlyn Cade of; the Crematorium.
Jumping out of the cart, we are brought back a moment as Lochlyn Cade walks up to the steel gate that had been rammed by a golf cart last Honor. Back to the camera, he stares at the stone structure with the door open, and the torch lit inside as he walks up slowly to the door. Grabbing the torch from the wall, he enters, and the cameraman follows.
Cade makes his way down a spiraling stone staircase. Walls growing moss on the inside, hanging from above, and torches every 10 feet or so. As he reaches the bottom, the drums of war are heard pounding behind an old wooden double set of doors. Cade pushes each door with each hand, swinging them open slowly as the loose dirt slides across the floor.
Inside, we see the setup of a rectangle cement slab that was lower than the rest of the room. Bordering it were skulls, candles, granite stone slabs waiting for names and years to be etched into them, and black rose petals that littered the floor all around. On the left side wall we see the names of three people scratched out - with Latin words written above them. A family tomb. Across the room, dressed in the robes of an apothecary, stood Freakke.
The hood covering all of his head but that of his chin and mouth as he spoke.
Freakke: this is where my family resides. Blood for blood, Lochlyn Cade — you will be the sacrifice for their eternal rest. Tonight, not only will the Championship be taken, so will your life.
Flipping the hood back, the torches around the room burst and flames brighten the stone room. Other than the doors behind Lochlyn Cade, one solid wooden door resides behind Freakke as the match begins.
Rude: A match with no pin falls, no submissions.
Samuels: Only by knockout will this match conclude.
Noon: Beat yourselves senseless—- well the rest of the brain cells you two have left anyway.
Cade removes his mask and the show begins with the two coming to the center of the rectangle. The black roses scattered around them a symbol of the feud finding its deserved ending here tonight. Crematorium had its doubts amongst NPW founder Gus Arnold, but it was already drawing more attention than anyone could imagine. As Freakke spun and throws his robe at Cade to take an early advantage, Freakke tackles the Cruiserweight champion into the wall and begins unloading punches. Freakke would knee Cade twice before arm dragging him into the center of the concrete slab.
Flesh hitting the solid floor was all that could be heard, as Cade gritted his teeth and raised himself back up, asking for more. Freakke dared the challenger to come but Cade shook his head knowing better. Freakke leaped down to the rectangle slab and slapped Cade upside the face, provoking him to come back for more. Cade takes another slap shot across the cheek before he begins throwing elbows like a machine gun at the forehead and chest of Freakke.
Samuels: Blasting Freakke with a barrage of strikes, Cade is showing how personal this feud has become.
Noon: Lochlyn has a lot of fight in him. Been a star since he stole the belt from Jay Stevens. Let’s see if that trend continues.
Rude: I don’t see Cade going quietly into the night, but Freakke has the home field advantage. The Crematorium match was his idea, why Cade accepted I’ll never understand.
Noon: The best fighters don’t back down. That’s why the ReVenants are unstoppable.
Freakke head buttes Cade to give himself space, and front drop kicks Cade in the chest sending him across the room; tripping over the ledge of the drop down floor they were on. Rolling through black rose petals, a candle and a skull, before hitting the stone wall with his back. Cade groans from the impact and has zero time to recover as Freakke is coming straight for him - flying drop kick! Rolling out of the way just in time, Cade dodges the drop kick and Freakke springs off the wall and rolls through to a knee in the middle of the rectangle.
Step up enziguri by Lochlyn Cade to the back of Freakke’s head! Never giving a moment of rest, Cade sprung to action as he saw Freakke springboard towards the center of the room and executed flawlessly. Freakke rolls forward and looks up with disgust in his eyes as he rubs the back of his head. Cade flexes and motions with one hand to bring it - to which Freakke does. Sprinting at him like a tiger attacking its prey, Freakke goes for a tackle and Cade drives both elbows into the spine of his back. Freakke drops before Cade, looking fragile in the moment - and Cade smirks as he believes he has his number. A slap of the top of Freakke’s head, Lochlyn mocks the man who started the match off with the same slap. Freakke however crawls through his legs and kicks the back of Cade’s knee, springing up and over the back to face plant Cade with a bulldog!
Noon: Beat the hell out of one another! Leave each other a broken mess, so Rob can sweep you under the rug and take what is rightfully his.
Samuels: He’s still going to have to deal with Donzig after what we saw earlier.
Rude: You’re always the party pooper aren’t you? Donzig has to deal with the ReVenants, get it right.
Noon: Precisely. We have dealt with that traitor before. Tonight these two destroy one another. Next Honor, Garcia gets his shot! All hail the future of the Cruiserweight division, Rob Garcia!
Cade is rolled over by Freakke who begins to tee off with punches to the face. Getting his forearms and elbows up he blocks the majority, but a few slip through and hit the sides of his head. Cade brings a knee up and crashes it into the spine of Freakke, as he grabs him by the front of the shoulders and flips him over onto the ledge. The sickening impact leaves Freakke contorted awkwardly as he howls in pain. Cade finds his feet, determined to put away the Carnival King once and for all. Grabbing Freakke by the back of the neck, Cade rushes towards the middle wall with the Latin words above it and drives Freakke’s head through a slate square! He goes straight through, exposing a skeleton corpse on the inside. The remains of one of Freakke’s family - who, we don’t know. Cade pulls him back out, spinning him around, before doing it once more to the right side slate square! This time Freakke goes through and is almost fully inside. Cade notices the inside is empty, and shoves Freakke’s feet in until he is completely unseen.
Rude: Is that it? Did he win?
Samuels: I think so… I don’t really know how this one is called. There is no referee.
Noon: Well the party comes to an end. It was nice seeing you, Archie Rude. Can’t say the same for you Blake.
Making his way out of the room, up the spiral staircase, Lochlyn Cade looks as though he’d been in a bar fight the likes of which shaved a few years off his career. While Freakke had called the challenge, it was his own funeral tonight he had attended.
Walking through the entrance, Lochlyn’s presented his NPW Cruiserweight Championship by a referee and has his hand raised.
Samuels: Lochlyn with another defense of his championship gold. I think it’s safe to say, this feud is finally over between Freakke and Cade.
Rude: Never say never in this business Blake —
SCHMACK!
A shovel to the back of Lochlyn Cade! The Cruiserweight champion drops to the ground in one fell swoop and out steps…
Samuels: It’s… I can’t believe these guys!
Rude: Rob Garcia! Brilliant execution by the next challenger!
Garcia stands over Cade, grabbing his Cruiserweight Championship with one hand, shovel resting in the other. He peers down at the golf and raises it in the air as the camera fades out with the last frame being that of Rob Garcia standing over Lochlyn Cade, belt in hand.
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PRESENTS...
November 26th, 2021
Opening Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Takaru Matasui vs. Rob Garcia
Two men who are emerging as stars within the promotion locked up in a hotly contested affair to kick things off on Honor. Rob Garcia made it apparent that his goal was to shed a few pounds and try his hand in the high flying, hard hitting Cruiserweight division. After months of dedication and hardwork, Garcia has tipped the scales at 225lbs, and is now officially one of the top contenders to Lochlyn Cade's championship.
Takaru Matsui has been involved in all sorts of ways since he debuted. A contour victory over Jesse Jamester is certainly boast worthy, especially now that the 'Canadian Nightmare' in in possession of the North American Double Crown. Takaru has enlisted the services of Mr. Wormwood, and immediately brought forth some much needed direction and confidence.
When we last left Takaru, he was seen fighting with Alex Turner all over the arena after an exchange between Wormwood and Roxy gone south. Takaru showed no backdown, and seems intent with mixing it up with some of Northern Pro's top stars, and feels he belongs in that mix. Both men could use a victory in this contest, and the intensity both men brought to the conflict showed that they were aware of what a victory could do for their trajectory going forward.
Garcia starred in the Great Northern War, using his body as a weapon at every turn. He also coached his friend Jeff Noon and did his best to get him into game shape, so that he could hang with some of Northern Pro's best. There has been some backlash about Noon's ad, leading into the match - but this was obviously designed to motivated Noon to get into better shape!
Takaru pointed to the mat in the centre of the ring to signify that he wanted Garcia to come out, and the two of them would stand and trade. Garcia obliged, and Honor got off to a strong start. Garcia was backed against the ropes after absorbing some stiff shots from Takaru. Garcia was leaning against the ropes, but ducked a Yakuza kick from Matsui!
Matsui was prone, and Garcia jump kicked him over the top rope. Garcia hit the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE!
RAAAAAAAHHHH!
Garcia again showing no regard for his body. Both men hit the concrete in a heap. Stiff chops from Garcia..
WOOO!!
WOOO!!
Takaru fights back, eye rake, Irish whip in the guard rail!
CRASH!
LARIAT! Garcia did a 360 in the air after the impact from the blow from Matsui. Matsui popped up on the apron showing great athletiscm, before diving forward and clotheslining Garcia down to the concrete once again.
Before the referee could get to a slow ten count, Matsui rolled into the ring to break the count. Matsui went outside, but to his surprise, Garcia showed toughness and was ready to wage war. Brawling ensued and both men took turns trading shots, as the fans in the front row kept their distance knowing that either man could end up in their las at any given moment.
Garcia fired up and backed Matsui off with a barrage of punches, before spiking him on the mat with a DDT!
Wormwood and Jeff Noon were close by, and the two managers got into a shouting match! Oh man, imagine the two of them trading shots? Perhaps a tag team match would be in order down the line.
Garcia dragged Takaru into the ring. He was clearly out of it. Cover!
Two Count.
Garcia picked Takaru up.
LOW BLOW! The ref didn't see it, as Mr Wormwood was up on the apron. Garcia staggers to the middle of the ring and drops to his knees. Takaru is wiping the cobwebs.
[Donzig]
The fans stir as the King of The North walks towards the ring. The referee is tied up with Wormwood. Donzig slides into the ring..
STUNNER On Takaru!
Danzig waits for Garcia to get back to his feet.
STUNNER On Garcia!
The referee turns around to see both men down on the mat and Donzig hissing over them. The referee waves off the match and calls for the bell.
Announcer: The following match is consider a NO CONTEST! (8:25)
Danzig laughs, as he watches both men do their best to recover. The referee avoids DOnzig, as he admires his work. Mr. Wormwood flinches like he's going to come into the ring but then thinks better of it.
I guess Donzig heard some of the rumblings from Rob Garcia and wanted to introduce himself personally! Moreover, the history between Donzig and Takaru goes without saying. Seemingly happy with his efforts, Donzig finally leaves the ring area to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
[Cut.]
Debut Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Billy Fowler vs. “The Fighter” John Smith
“When I Come Around” by Greenday slams through the sound system and the newest signee to NPW comes out. “The Fighter” John Smith makes his way to the ring as fans are torn, unsure what to make of the new wrestler to Canada’s most prominent wrestling promotion. The Catch style wrestler had an old school energy as he entered the ring, flipping his hair back and nodding to the audience as the music faded.
Out next was one-third of the Bastards, who were coming off hot from the Great Northern War Games fight they endured with Jesse Jametser and Scott Steel, taking home the win against the ReVenants. Billy Fowler was swinging the flag. Giving the fans something to cheer about, and hit the steel steps up to the apron, planting the flag behind the ring post. Fowler stepped in the ring and didn’t wait to get it started. The brawler hit John Smith across the chest with a forearm and the two immediately took to it.
Fowler rocking Smith into the ropes, he goes for the irish whip, but Smith reverses and goes for a back body drop -- forearm to the back by Fowler! Gut wrench suplex and Fowler throws Smith to the canvas with a thud! Fowler is on Smith in a heartbeat, pummeling away until the referee stops him at the 5 count. The fire in Fowler showing early on as the Bastard disregards the rules for some brawling.
Smith gets up and Fowler meets him with a grapple, but the new star turns it around into a hammerlock, before switching to a headlock. Headlock take over to the ground, and Fowler rolls him over for a short 2 count before the move is broken up. Fowler up, head buttes Smith as he rises and shoves him into the ropes catching him with a sidewalk slam on the return. A quick cover and it’s only good for a 2 count again.
Smith gets the advantage next with an arm drag into an armbar. He grounds Fowler and uses the hold to pick him apart. Fowler rolls through and elbows Smith to break the hold and the two get to their feet. Smith ducks a clothesline, hooks the back, ATOMIC DROP! Fowler holding his tailbone stumbles forward and turns into a BIG BOOT! Fowler flops on his back and John Smith hits the ropes, LEG DROP! Hooking the leg, he goes for the cover.
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Kick out!
Fowler with the last ditch kickout saves the match. Smith goes to pick him up, and Fowler back body drops Smith awkwardly on his side. Smith tries and gets back up and takes an axe handle smash by Fowler who appears to be pissed off, the Bastard in him showing; and Fowler hooks him for a powerbomb. Smith goes up -- Fowler gets punched three times before Smith slips over the shoulders and onto his feet, neckbreaker!
Both men are down. Fowler and Smith’s heads next to one another as their feet face opposite directions. Fowler rolls over and Smith does the same. The two rise together, slugging one another with right fists. Staggering backwards - Fowler hits the ropes and knees the midsection of Smith, axe handle to the back, and LONDON’S FALLING! Sitout Powerbomb into a pin by the Bastard Fowler!
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Bell sounds as Fowler shoves Smith’s legs off of him and climbs to his feet. The arm raised in victory as Fowler takes the win.
Announcer: Winner of this match by pin fall, Billy Fowler! (13:29)
The Bastard was on a roll with his Great Northern War victory and now one over John Smith in his debut match. It was certainly an uptick from weeks prior, and Fowler would show his joy with a turnbuckle climb before waving the Bastard flag back and forth as the show cut to a commercial.
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[World Title Tournament]
[18 competitors]
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[Who will step up and seize it!]
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Cruiserweight Showcase
20 Minute Time Limit
Jay Stevens vs. Xialong
Both of these men have proven their worth whenever they set foot inside of the ring. Jay Stevens has already captured championship gold in Northern Pro Wrestling and appears to be the best version of himself as of late. The Cruiserweight Cup finalist could very well find himself competing for the Cup once again this coming year.
Xiaolong has a strong resume of championship victories to his name, and would have to be considered one of the newcomers to Northern Pro Wrestling with the most upside. His no nonsense approach has turned heads as of late, as he's willing to mix it up with just about anyone, regardless of their weight class.
While both men have no limit to their potential, both would have to be considered contenders to the North American Cruiserweight Championship which is currently held by Lochlyn Cade. Rob Garcia might have something to say about that, as well as Eddie Havok, who seems to have called his shot in the suddenly intense and highly competitive Cruiserweight Division.
This was the first match between these two, and stylistically both men preferred to hit hard, fast, and were great on the mat. If there was ever a crossover into mixed martial arts, these two men would be able to hold their own against just about anyone.
In the early stages of the match, Xiaolong got off to a hot start, as he seemed to have Jay scouted. Jay was undeterred, and seemed to appreciate Xiaolong's ability to keep him at range, while also stuffing his take down attempts when they were in close. Jay would eventually get ahold of 'Xia' and use the pressure of a wrist lock, transition into a hammerlock behind Xia's back, before tripping him and sending him to the mat face down. Jay would hop up front and crank on Xia's neck with a bulldog crank.
Xia was able to fight Jay's grip, and slip his head out of danger, sweep Jay, and end up in guard. Xia would punch from the top, but most of his attempts were smothered. But as Jay was blocking the onslaught, Xia swiftly moved into side control and started to work for arm triangle. Jay was smart to sense it, so he turned away, but Xia then started to try and work a rear-naked choke. He was relentless, and had it half in, but the referee broke it up as Xia was putting pressure on Jay's windpipe which is illegal. Rolled away, and took Xia's leg as the referee was separating them, on instinct Jay knew to keep fighting, and to take what he was given.
Jay yanked on Xia's leg, before using his leverage to torque Xia's ankle the wrong way. Xia was in pain and tried to spin out of it on the mat, but when he did, Jay dropped down and secured a full blown ankle lock!
Would he?
The ref was in position.
Rope Break. Xia was aware of his surroundings, and showed great toughness in not succumbing to the pressure of the hold. The two men circled, as the crowd cheered, stomped, yelled and wished their respective charges well. Xia would grab Jay's arm and turn him inside out with a short clothesline.
Xia went up top, Senton Bomb! A cover, but only a two count. Jay rolled to a neutral corner, looking to catch us breath, but Xia rushed with a strike, but Jay moved, and caught him with a vicious palm strike of his own. As Xia backed away, Jay ran and jumped into a hooking clothesline which ended up being more like sling-blade. A quick over, but two count only!
Both men back up, slugging it out.
JAY!
XIA!
JAY!
XIA!
JAY!
JAY!
JAY!
Brainbuster! Jay picked him up and drove him to the mat.
Would it be enough?
Two Count!
Both men appear to be evenly matched, and both men have been using stiff strikes and calculated submissions throughout the bout. Xia picked Jay up, who was vulnerable trying to regain his composure, Xia hit the ropes, looking for a spear! He got him with it.. but Jay seemed to use his force against I'm and whipped backwards with force, almost catching him in a DDT of sorts.
Both men laid down on the mat, seemingly hurt from the exchange. The crowd popped, as they hadn't seen a counter like that before, and were also proud of the efforts that both men had put into the contest.
The ref counted, and got to four, before both men got to their feet. Xia lunged..
SMALL PACKAGE!
Xia is kicking, trying to free himself.
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Announcer: Winner of the match via pin fall, Jay Stevens!!! (9:12)
A fitting end to a hard fought battle between two like-minded foes. Jay waited for the referee to come and raise his hand, but looked over at Xiaolong and nodded his head respectfully. Both men gave it their all, and appeared to be evenly matched. A new respect forged here tonight. The match could've gone either way, and the fans let both men know how much they appreciated their efforts.
[Cut.]
Special Attraction Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Timeless vs. A Crocodile
We saw over the last couple of shows that our new Double Crown Champion Jesse Jamester has ruffled the feathers of the Timeless One. JJ dropping the Prime Time member on his head in the exit from the XHF which has not sat well with Timeless at all. Timeless, as is his way has possibly put his foot in it this time, by agreeing to wrestle an actual Crocodile. That's right folks. A real live Croc.
We see the croc in the ring, it is circling the inside, and looking extremely menacing.
"Orion" - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.
Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.
Timeless: I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it.
Crowd: I’M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless: No (holding his hand up to block them) You're not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
Timeless drops the mic and saunters smugly around the ring impressed with himself, the croc lunging at him and he last minute jumps out of the way, eyes bulging with fear. The crock lunges at Timeless a second time and Turner catches it coming at him and plants it with a big spinebuster. The crowd can’t believe it. Kids are covering their eyes, Women too, some peeking through as they can’t keep their eyes from the specimen that is Alex Turner.
The croc doesn’t know what hit it after the spinebuster and is flailing on its back, like a turtle, it rolls onto its stomach and as it does, Timeless dives down on locks on a side headlock. This is something to behold. The croc is writhing, and struggling to escape the side headlock and Timeless is jockeying, trying to hold the side headlock, he is turning it into a choke and squeezing the life out of the croc.
The croc suddenly instinctively rolls and swipes at Timeless with a taloned claw and cuts open the rib cage of Timeless. Timeless jumps back, and the croc now smells blood and swings its huge tail at Timeless, clobbering him and sending him across the ring. Timeless slumps in the corner, feeling the effects of that tail shot. The croc roars, opening its jaw wide open and runs at Timeless … the speed of the beast surprises Timeless and he reaches up to the ropes and pulls himself out of the way of the croc just in time. The croc taking a big chunk out of the turnbuckle pad.
Timeless jumps down right on the back of the croc. He then drops a knee on the croc and picks it up and drops it in a big back breaker on his knee. The crowd are holding their breath and Timeless locks on a Crossface. He may break the neck and back of the croc here!
The croc again counters and rolls and pins both paws on the chest of Timeless and roars with venom. Timeless is literally fighting for his life and the croc opens them huge snappers and Timeless catches it by the jaw, holding him off. It's a battle of strength and wills and Timeless with pure adrenaline and the desperation of survival surging thru him pushes the croc off him and kips up to his feet as the croc also steadies itself. This can't go much longer.
The croc swings its tail again at Timeless but Sir Winsalot catches the tail, and swings the croc around the ring in a giant swing. One, two, three, four, FIVE TIMES!
Timeless picks up the dizzy croc …. FALCON ARROW!
Timeless then grabs the groggy croc and TURN ABOUT! (Rings of Saturn)
The croc is almost broken in half and is banging its tail on the mat …. The ref signals that's a tap out and calls for the bell.
"Orion" - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner raises his arms victoriously in the air.
SNAP!
The croc lunches at Timeless and TIMELESS JUST GOT BITTEN ON THE ARSE! The croc actually bit him! Handlers dive in the ring and subdue the croc as Timeless rolls out of the ring, blood covering his trunks and Roxylishus is beside herself. Medics charge the ring and are seeing to Timeless. They are screaming for an ambulance. This is not pretty. Timeless glares at the croc and then collapses to one knee, loss of blood possibly. We see an ambulance being opened up in the back, and Timeless is face first now on a gurney being rushed into the back.
Co-Main Event
Grudge Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Neo James Carner vs. Roy Harlowe
"If it bleeds, we can kill it."
"And we ain't got time to bleed."
Main Event
Cruiserweight Championship
Crematorium Match
60 Minute Time Limit
Freakke vs. Lochlyn Cade (c)
Grudge Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Neo James Carner vs. Roy Harlowe
The heavy drums and guitars blast over the PA system speakers like a series of machine gun fire, the light strobing and flashing white and red, through the darkness and decay of light comes Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe, his face shrouded in a bloody hockey mask. Roy makes swift motions as he comes traipsing through the back curtain with a devious manner about his body language. He slowly circles his way around the stage before he slowly slithers his steps down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes by audience members, telling them how he feeds off their sorrows and how it gives him strength. Roy dismisses the peons as he makes it to ringside.
Announcer: Introducing first, hailing from The Winding Road! Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty three pounds, standing six foot tall! Known as the Prophet of Misfortune, he is --- ROY “The Sorrow” HARLOWE!
Roy launches onto the apron in a single leap and bounds onto the apron. Swiftly Roy begjns kneeling as he serpentines and slithers over the bottom rope and rolls onto his back. Sitting up and then kicking up in a very fluid motion. Roy circles his hands over his face, removing his bloodied hockey mask and then revealing a menacing twisted grin on his face with a set of wild eyes glaring fiercely into the lens.
"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 a single figure. Before it makes its way out from behind the curtains. Wearing black spandex pants with two golden flamed emblems with a white bold face N J C in the center of the flames. Plain black boots, black wrist tape and black elbow pads, and white wrist tape. Neo James Carner walks out to the chorus of boos that the ReVenants have earned and wear with the same respect that military vets wore stars; they knew what they were and embraced it. Tonight though, Neo James Corner would take on a long time rival in that of Roy Harlowe, the same man who had played him good with the sale of a robotic monster who was supposed to give the ReVenants an edge on Jesse Jamester. But history between these two went way back to their days training in IFWA under the tutelage of Roy’s father.
Announcer: And the opponent, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds, standing six foot four inches tall -- The Maestro of a Million Moves, and ReVenant, NEO JAMES CARNER!
Entering the ring with a resounding cockiness oozing in his facial expression and every movement he made, NJC was strutting like he had this one in the bag already. Roy stood in his corner, eyeing him up, as he took off the leather vest and tossed it over the ring post behind him. NJC embraced the jeers like they were money being printed, before finding his corner and stretching using the top rope.
The bell sounds and the two men take a moment looking across the ring before Roy walks out to the center, wanting to draw NJC to him. Neo James shakes his head and leans against the corner turnbuckle pads, raising his hands up and telling Harlowe to come to him. Roy cautiously steps forward, the two knowing one another so well from a past stretching back nearly twenty years. This would no doubt be a match for the ages.
Roy steps in and fakes a punch, instead kneeing NJC in the gut. NJC takes one good knee and a punch before he slices back with an elbow across the chin of Roy and switches positions, putting Roy in the corner. Unloading a slew of shin kicks from the knee all the way up to the midsection, NJC keeps Roy trapped in the corner before rocking him with a short arm European uppercut! Roy comes staggering out of the corner and is arm dragged into the center of the ring. Roy pops up and takes another arm drag! Popping back up he comes at NJC and is hip tossed to the canvas where NJC locks on an armbar in smooth fashion. Roy reaches back with his free arm and grabs the hair of NJC, causing him to show disgust with Roy’s tactic and for touching his hair. Neo James Carner raises Roy to his feet and switches the armbar to an arm wrench, followed up quickly with a hook kick that catches Roy under the chin and sends him to the canvas.
Flaunting his superiority over Roy, Neo James Carner raises both arms to the crowd and mouths something that is unheard. Proud of himself in the moment, he goes back to Roy and lifts him by the neck, Roy slower to his feet than before. Sitout jawbreaker by Roy Harlowe! Roy catches NJC by surprise with a bit of possum playing and gets an upper hand finally as he grabs him by the back of the waist, delivering a high angle backdrop to NJC. Carner rolls away from Roy like a veteran and grabs the bottom rope, forcing himself up even after such an impactful move. Roy comes at him with a running knee, and NJC drops to the canvas but not before grabbing the top rope, sending Roy tumbling over to the outside as his momentum plays a factor.
Seeing Roy from inside the ring just barely moving to get back to his feet on the outside — NJC rushes towards the corner turnbuckles, one step on the second buckle, another foot on the top rope, and he leaps with a flying crossbody to the outside just as Roy Harlowe turns around, smacking chest to chest! NJC rolls over the fallen body with his momentum, and leans against the outside barricade, looking at Roy with a smirk of confidence like he had his number all along.
The referee begins his count but it doesn’t seem to phase Carner who takes his time getting up, stomping the head of Roy Harlowe. NJC finally picks him up and whips him towards the ring, sending Roy into the hard part of the apron before rushing him with a knee to the midsection. Quickly grappling him at the side, NJC executes a flash Russian leg sweep and sends Roy back first into the apron one more time.
Lifting him up and shoving him under the bottom rope, NJC climbs the apron and steps between the ropes to enter the ring finally. The cocky side of Neo James Carner comes out as he mocks Roy and slaps his mangy knotted dreads and teases him with ‘is that all you got?’ taunts. Lifting Roy off the canvas, Carner irish whips him into the near corner and heads to the one opposite. He shows off for a moment, before running the distance of the ring and springing off his feet for a diving splash in the corner Roy is in. Nobody’s home! Roy ducks out of dodge and rolls to the side, springing up, he turns to see NJC stagger backwards out of the corner. Hooking the neck from the side, Roy delivers a Cravate suplex that looks dangerous as all hell on NJC! The move shakes the ring, and he follows up with a quick pin attempt, hooking the leg.
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Shoulder up! NJC rolls to his stomach and Roy wastes no time in going to his legs, splitting them, and walking up until he can wrap a waist lock on NJC from behind. Lifting him up, NJC’s legs are on the outside of Roy’s hips as Roy see-saw’s NJC’s upper body, using the waist lock and his legs to teeter NJC’s face on the canvas, before popping his hips and hitting a wheelbarrow suplex for the ages! Carner slams hard on his upper back right in front of a far corner, rolling into the bottom turnbuckle with the momentum of the move. NJC sits there looking dazed and Roy smiles.
Running across the ring to the opposite corner, Roy taps the top turnbuckle pad and sprints straight at NJC, leaping off his feet and planting a vicious dropkick into his face! Harlowe feels it and pulls NJC from the corner where he lays in front of the turnbuckles on his back. Heading to the apron, Roy ascends the turnbuckles, and steadies himself on the top as he looks out towards the fans. Leaping with a moonsault, he turns it two times, a 450 moonsault! Or as he calls it, the Dark Particle Press!
Knees up! Neo James Carner counters the move with two knees to the chest and midsection, nearly crushing the wind in Roy’s chest as he hits them and bounces backwards onto his back. There is nothing he could do but brace, and even that might have been futile. Rising to his feet, NJC grabs the ropes, watching as Roy gasps for breath and is fighting to stand up himself. As he staggers down to a knee across the ring, Roy clutches his chest and drops to both knees. SYMPHO-KNEE! Neo James Carner slams a knee into his face and rolls over as he crumbles to the canvas, going for the cover.
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Kickout! Roy somehow finds his way to keep this one alive and Neo James Carner is shocked. Not once yet since his start in NPW had someone kicked out of the Sympho-knee finishing maneuver. Having put away many stars before, NJC couldn’t believe it didn’t do the job here tonight. Roy was dazed and confused, his eyes looking like they saw the cartoon characters circling his head at this moment.
Carner lifts Roy to his feet, where he leans back on the nearest set of ropes. Not quite able to stand on his own just yet, as the cobwebs hadn’t been cleaned up yet. NJC kicks the gut and hooks him with a pump handle slam, lifting him up in the air but Roy over rotates and slips over his shoulder — Cobra Clutch! Locking it in, Roy is quick to tighten the hold and appears to have his second wind as his eyes grow to the size of golf balls. Letting out a yell, almost possessed, he shakes the ReVenant violently trying to inflict as much punishment as possible. Carner appears to be fading as Roy’s shaking ceases, and we see the referee lift his arm up.
It falls motionless.
Another arm raise.
It falls again.
Third time, for all the marbles…
It drops…
A fist forms before it goes down!
Alive and shaking with energy, Neo James is not out of this one! He rolls forward, causing Roy to roll with as the cobra clutch is still locked in, and NJC bridges just barely as his shoulders and head remain in the hold. Here the referee slides in and checks Roy’s shoulders and begins the count.
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Releasing the cobra clutch to let his shoulder up, Roy keeps this one going by a hair of a second as the referee lifts two fingers, then shows the smallest of margins with his index and thumb to indicate how close. NJC rolls over and grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet. Roy rises to his just feet behind him. Turning around, the two tee off like they were in a bar fight, right hands swinging - first Roy then Neo James, back and forth!
Carner rolls under a swinging right from Roy, leaping up behind him and locking on a choke hold. Roy immediately spins around to face him before it’s locked in fully. The two transition to a fighting grapple, and NJC gets the advantage before hitting a Gator roll on Roy! Transitioning it into a cobra clutch cross face, Neo James Carner is wrenching it on as his face shows no mercy in the pain he is inflicting.
The referee checks on Roy Harlowe, asking if he gives up but Roy yells ‘NO!’ Before his voice becomes inaudible. The two tussle, Roy trying to roll through and get towards the ropes, but NJC braces and has a firm hold on him — not moving a smidge.
One more gallant effort to roll through, Roy is heard groaning as he contorts his body and is seen trying to twist but it only adds to the pain of the hold that NJC has sunk in. One more big wrench from Neo James Carner!
TAP!
Tap!
Tap!
The hand of Roy Harlowe taps out on the side of NJC as the referee leaps up and signals for the bell.
Announcer: Winner of this match via submission, NEO JAMES CARNER! (17:31)
Not letting go immediately, the referee yells for Neo to quit or he’ll reverse his decision. Two seconds more and NJC breaks it, standing up victorious as his eyes never leave Roy’s prone body laying before him.
The ReVenant member had sent a message here tonight; he would not be taken lightly, nor would he stop until the job was done. Even an old rival and former training partner like Roy Harlowe, could not beat the Immaculate Maestro of a Million Moves.
Main Event
Cruiserweight Championship
Crematorium Match
60 Minute Time Limit
Freakke vs. Lochlyn Cade (c)
Blake Samuels: Just in time, Jeff Noon is joining us as this one is about to be underway.
Archie Rude: Always a pleasure to have a ReVenant at the booth.
Jeff Noon: Rob wanted to be here tonight, but is resting up after that epic performance he put on earlier tonight. So you get the next best thing in myself for this evening!
Blake Samuels: What brings you to our neck of the woods tonight Jeff?
Jeff Noon: Scouting. Both of these men are going to battle for a championship that my brother and client Rob Garcia is after. I take my job seriously, unlike you Blake -- and tonight I’m going to watch and see what weaknesses Cade and Freakke display. That is why we are superior, always ahead of the game with a plan. You could learn a thing or two about that Blake, get to takin’ notes.
Archie Rude: You heard the man, where’s your notepad? So unprepared… (shakes head)
Panning out from the Scotiabank Arena crowd, the entrance screen comes alive showing a cemetery. Located near where the Halifax Annual Fair was last Honor, we are taken on a chilling camera ride, as the front metal gates arching 12 feet high split open and the audience ‘oooh’s’ to the sight of tombstones and memorials built to remember those who had left this world.
The night was upon us, and a nearly full moon illuminated the hallowed grounds. Taking the scenic route it seemed, the camera went down a main path, turning as it came up on an enormous tomb in the shape of a reaper with a scythe looming over its shoulder.
Ahead through the grass now, the camera focuses on the old gothic black gates fencing the stone building that Freakke had warned Lochlyn Cade of; the Crematorium.
Jumping out of the cart, we are brought back a moment as Lochlyn Cade walks up to the steel gate that had been rammed by a golf cart last Honor. Back to the camera, he stares at the stone structure with the door open, and the torch lit inside as he walks up slowly to the door. Grabbing the torch from the wall, he enters, and the cameraman follows.
Cade makes his way down a spiraling stone staircase. Walls growing moss on the inside, hanging from above, and torches every 10 feet or so. As he reaches the bottom, the drums of war are heard pounding behind an old wooden double set of doors. Cade pushes each door with each hand, swinging them open slowly as the loose dirt slides across the floor.
Inside, we see the setup of a rectangle cement slab that was lower than the rest of the room. Bordering it were skulls, candles, granite stone slabs waiting for names and years to be etched into them, and black rose petals that littered the floor all around. On the left side wall we see the names of three people scratched out - with Latin words written above them. A family tomb. Across the room, dressed in the robes of an apothecary, stood Freakke.
The hood covering all of his head but that of his chin and mouth as he spoke.
Freakke: this is where my family resides. Blood for blood, Lochlyn Cade — you will be the sacrifice for their eternal rest. Tonight, not only will the Championship be taken, so will your life.
Flipping the hood back, the torches around the room burst and flames brighten the stone room. Other than the doors behind Lochlyn Cade, one solid wooden door resides behind Freakke as the match begins.
Rude: A match with no pin falls, no submissions.
Samuels: Only by knockout will this match conclude.
Noon: Beat yourselves senseless—- well the rest of the brain cells you two have left anyway.
Cade removes his mask and the show begins with the two coming to the center of the rectangle. The black roses scattered around them a symbol of the feud finding its deserved ending here tonight. Crematorium had its doubts amongst NPW founder Gus Arnold, but it was already drawing more attention than anyone could imagine. As Freakke spun and throws his robe at Cade to take an early advantage, Freakke tackles the Cruiserweight champion into the wall and begins unloading punches. Freakke would knee Cade twice before arm dragging him into the center of the concrete slab.
Flesh hitting the solid floor was all that could be heard, as Cade gritted his teeth and raised himself back up, asking for more. Freakke dared the challenger to come but Cade shook his head knowing better. Freakke leaped down to the rectangle slab and slapped Cade upside the face, provoking him to come back for more. Cade takes another slap shot across the cheek before he begins throwing elbows like a machine gun at the forehead and chest of Freakke.
Samuels: Blasting Freakke with a barrage of strikes, Cade is showing how personal this feud has become.
Noon: Lochlyn has a lot of fight in him. Been a star since he stole the belt from Jay Stevens. Let’s see if that trend continues.
Rude: I don’t see Cade going quietly into the night, but Freakke has the home field advantage. The Crematorium match was his idea, why Cade accepted I’ll never understand.
Noon: The best fighters don’t back down. That’s why the ReVenants are unstoppable.
Freakke head buttes Cade to give himself space, and front drop kicks Cade in the chest sending him across the room; tripping over the ledge of the drop down floor they were on. Rolling through black rose petals, a candle and a skull, before hitting the stone wall with his back. Cade groans from the impact and has zero time to recover as Freakke is coming straight for him - flying drop kick! Rolling out of the way just in time, Cade dodges the drop kick and Freakke springs off the wall and rolls through to a knee in the middle of the rectangle.
Step up enziguri by Lochlyn Cade to the back of Freakke’s head! Never giving a moment of rest, Cade sprung to action as he saw Freakke springboard towards the center of the room and executed flawlessly. Freakke rolls forward and looks up with disgust in his eyes as he rubs the back of his head. Cade flexes and motions with one hand to bring it - to which Freakke does. Sprinting at him like a tiger attacking its prey, Freakke goes for a tackle and Cade drives both elbows into the spine of his back. Freakke drops before Cade, looking fragile in the moment - and Cade smirks as he believes he has his number. A slap of the top of Freakke’s head, Lochlyn mocks the man who started the match off with the same slap. Freakke however crawls through his legs and kicks the back of Cade’s knee, springing up and over the back to face plant Cade with a bulldog!
Noon: Beat the hell out of one another! Leave each other a broken mess, so Rob can sweep you under the rug and take what is rightfully his.
Samuels: He’s still going to have to deal with Donzig after what we saw earlier.
Rude: You’re always the party pooper aren’t you? Donzig has to deal with the ReVenants, get it right.
Noon: Precisely. We have dealt with that traitor before. Tonight these two destroy one another. Next Honor, Garcia gets his shot! All hail the future of the Cruiserweight division, Rob Garcia!
Cade is rolled over by Freakke who begins to tee off with punches to the face. Getting his forearms and elbows up he blocks the majority, but a few slip through and hit the sides of his head. Cade brings a knee up and crashes it into the spine of Freakke, as he grabs him by the front of the shoulders and flips him over onto the ledge. The sickening impact leaves Freakke contorted awkwardly as he howls in pain. Cade finds his feet, determined to put away the Carnival King once and for all. Grabbing Freakke by the back of the neck, Cade rushes towards the middle wall with the Latin words above it and drives Freakke’s head through a slate square! He goes straight through, exposing a skeleton corpse on the inside. The remains of one of Freakke’s family - who, we don’t know. Cade pulls him back out, spinning him around, before doing it once more to the right side slate square! This time Freakke goes through and is almost fully inside. Cade notices the inside is empty, and shoves Freakke’s feet in until he is completely unseen.
Rude: Is that it? Did he win?
Samuels: I think so… I don’t really know how this one is called. There is no referee.
Noon: Well the party comes to an end. It was nice seeing you, Archie Rude. Can’t say the same for you Blake.
Making his way out of the room, up the spiral staircase, Lochlyn Cade looks as though he’d been in a bar fight the likes of which shaved a few years off his career. While Freakke had called the challenge, it was his own funeral tonight he had attended.
Walking through the entrance, Lochlyn’s presented his NPW Cruiserweight Championship by a referee and has his hand raised.
Samuels: Lochlyn with another defense of his championship gold. I think it’s safe to say, this feud is finally over between Freakke and Cade.
Rude: Never say never in this business Blake —
SCHMACK!
A shovel to the back of Lochlyn Cade! The Cruiserweight champion drops to the ground in one fell swoop and out steps…
Samuels: It’s… I can’t believe these guys!
Rude: Rob Garcia! Brilliant execution by the next challenger!
Garcia stands over Cade, grabbing his Cruiserweight Championship with one hand, shovel resting in the other. He peers down at the golf and raises it in the air as the camera fades out with the last frame being that of Rob Garcia standing over Lochlyn Cade, belt in hand.
