CWA Presents: World Title Tournament (Night 1)

Delilah Massey: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is a ‘fight in round’ match. Introducing first, hailing from Raleigh NC, coming in at 6’3 & 245 pounds … The Ultimate Kingpin …. KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!





Three letters announced over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the iconic sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage, most of his face and head obscured by a white towel. Dressed in an all white suit, Keith looks down as he obsessively rubs at the fake mustache on his mask.

Scowling, the Great White Terror peers out at the crowd with disgust and stomps the rest of the way to the ring, avoiding the gaze of the fans. Rolling under the bottom rope, Williams immediately sits himself in a corner, clutching the sides of his head as he rocks back and forth. Ready to compete, Keith whips the towel off and thrusts his body into a standing position as he methodically begins to remove the all white articles of clothing that make up his suit.



”The Offspring – Come Out and Play” hits the arena PA system and the screens light up with a technicolour vibrant montage video playing on the screens of him weight training and hitting his favourite moves on people, flashing up to the beat of the music.

Eddie walks slowly to the ring. He high fives the occasional outstretched hand, puts on a false smile as though he enjoys the applause, but he’s really 100% focused on his opponent and can’t truly enjoy their cheers. Eddie walks up the ring steps, takes a moment to scan the crowd and holds open his arms in honest gratitude of their cheers. The crowd pop. Eddie nods his respect and appreciation. Then he steps through the ropes, all business again, but with a false smile and wink for the referee.

Delilah Massey: Introducing next, hailing from Vernon, California, USA! Coming in at 6’ and 303 pounds, THE GOOD GUY --- EDDIE D!!!

Andrew Fulton: Big match feel this Blake. Main Event anywhere in the world.

Blake Samuels: No doubt about that … and the winner .. .goes on to face The North American Dual Crown Champion Jesse Jamester in the FIRST ROUND!

Andrew Fulton: That says it all right there. Any two of them three could certainly be the final of this. What a star studded field this tourney is, the fact two of these three won't be in the second round, what a tough bracket.

Blake Samuels: The ref calls for the bell and we are underway. They lock up and Eddie is just too strong and powerful and powers Keith into the corner, ref calls for a clean break and Eddie obliged, Keith quick with a thumb to the eye.

Andrew Fulton: What a technician Williams is.

European uppercut by Williams, and a second. He follows up with a big lariat, but no effect, but Eddie D just stands there like the proverbial brick wall. Keith looks irritated and charges Eddie with another Lariat and again the monster stands there, impervious to pain.

Blake Samuels: Eddie is unmovable. Look at him, he is like a terminator!

Andrew Fulton: Indeed. He is jacked to the max.

Eddie grabs Keith with two hands around his throat and tosses him in to the turnbuckle, Eddie then with a snap jab, and a second, a third, he is taking it to Keith, picks Williams up for an inverted atomic drop and Keith counters clapping his arms over the head of Eddie. Keith then with a big open hand chop.

Andrew Fulton: No effect! The Good Guy runs right through Williams with a devastating short arm clothesline.

Blake Samuels: Eddie is truly THE MAN! He covers Keith who looks like he is in DEEP trouble.




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Andrew Fulton: Far too early Eddie.

Blake Samuels: He knows he has two more matches ahead of him tonight after this one, and wants to finish it early.

Andrew Fulton: No one likes an ‘early finisher’.

Blake Samuels: Please don’t bring that smut here.

Andrew Fulton: I am the VOICE OF SWAT! I will bring it where I like. That’s why they pay me the big bucks. You think the fans want to see suplexes and leg locks? Mutual respect? Bah! They want to be entertained, and nothing entertains like smut.

Blake Samuels: Small package from The Ultimate Kingpin! He has a handful of trunks!






Williams stays on the big man, German suplex, and then a BIG Tiger suplex. Keith follows up with a hammerlock DDT and goes for the cover.

Blake Samuels: Williams hooks the leg …..






Andrew Fulton: Both men pulling out all the stops here, trying to get the early win.

Wristlock into an elbow strike to the shoulder by Eddie D. Gut buster by Eddie D. He then plants a Stalling Suplex (Standing / hanging suplex)

Blake Samuels: Eddie holding Williams up there FOREVER!!!

Andrew Fulton: BANG! Keith comes crashing to the mat, what impact!

Blake Samuels: Cover by The Good Guy! Hooks the leg …







Eddie frustrated charges at Williams, but that moment of hesitation due to his frustration gave Williams the opening he needed and Williams with a rotating Spinebuster. Keith then with a Regal plex. Jumping piledriver by Williams.

Andrew Fulton: Nailed it! The Artist formerly known for sleaze drilled him with that piledriver!

Blake Samuels: Who is the new artist for sleaze? Let me guess … you Fulton?

Andrew Fulton: If the cap fits.

Blake Samuels: Williams going for another cover ….






Andrew Fulton: Keith giving it everything he has, but he can’t put Eddie away.

Blake Samuels: You think he may have bitten off more than he can chew saying he would call it quits if he doesn't win this tourney?

Andrew Fulton: You know what Blake. I trust Keith’s judgement. He believes in himself, and he wants to be the best. Who doesn’t?

Blake Samuels: But it’s a mighty task, look at all the names in front of him, we just earlier discussed the winner of this alone in the FIRST ROUND faces JESSE JAMESTAR!

Andrew Fulton: So what?

Blake Samuels: So what?

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, so what? Williams doesn’t care who it is in front of him, he’s beaten him before. He believes he is better than them all, and when I listen to him talk, and when I watch him in this ring, I believe it too!

Blake Samuels: That’s all well and good. But there are many many other great competitors to come.

Andrew Fulton: Agreed. And they best beware of Keith, cause you know what, right now after we just discussed it, he is MY tip to win the whole thing!

Blake Samuels: You have probably tipped seven different competitors already tonight.

Andrew Fulton: Don’t mention the number seven around Keith.

Eddie back on the offense with a devastating straight jacket neckbreaker. Eddie follows up with a belly to belly suplex and then a Full Nelson Bomb and a cover.

Blake Samuels: The Good Guy taking it to Williams here, he just knocked him into next week with that Bomb. Hooks the leg ….







Andrew Fulton: Eddie can't believe it, but it was the right call! Keith got his foot under the rope!

Low blow by Williams. The crowd howling in rage. Williams back on the offence with a Gourdbuster. Keith then hits a discuss elbow,

Blake Samuels: Queen Anne’s revenge!!!

Andrew Fulton: Who is Queen Anne?

Blake Samuels: (gives Fulton the look) Cover by Keith …..






Andrew Fulton: Eddie is a machine! What a beast! Any normal man would have been gone then!

Cross chop (double backhand chop). Eddie just bounced to his feet and planted Keith with that double chop. He means business here. Wristlock into an elbow strike to shoulder. Brain Buster by Eddie D.

Blake Samuels: THE MIGRAINE!!!! It’s over!





Blake Samuels: Was that three?

Andrew Fulton: No! Williams just escaped!

Emerald Flowsion by Keith to Eddie!

Blake Samuels: K Driver! The Anzac Cup winner and one half of the SWAT World Tag Team Champs signals its over … Eddie out on his his feet …..

Andrew Fulton: An ode to Alex Trebek! An ode to Alex Trebek!!!! (Cattle Mutilation)

Blake Samuels: Eddie reaches for the ropes …. He is right in the middle of the ring … the ref asks him and he shakes his head no … he keeps reaching for the ropes but is trapped, dead center of the ring.

Andrew Fulton: He can't get out of it! TAP TAPPPPPP!!!!

Blake Samuels: He does! Eddie just tapped! Williams through to the first round!

Andrew Fulton: I knew it!

Blake Samuels: But what does he have left in the tank after that outing?

Delilah Massey:  Winner of the match …. THE ULTIMATE KINGPIN …. KEITH WILLIAMS!!!
Hit me with your best shot blares throughout the Vegas arena, Keith heading to the back, the thrill of victory encompassing him, Eddie dejected in the middle, coming to terms with the fact today wasn’t his day.

No Time Limit

Keith Williams (SWAT/NPW) VS. Jesse Jamester (NPW)

Blake Samuels: Everyone around the CWA knows that these two men can't stand one another. Their feud is well documented.

Andrew Fulton: The ReVenants are the best thing going in SWAT. It wouldn't surprise me if Keith picks up another victory over Lizard Man.

Nobody would argue that this match had the most steam attached to it of all the tournament matches up until this point. Jesse Jamester and Keith Williams have been at each other's necks for months. The Great Northern War was supposed to be the pretty ribbon on the package, seal things up and allow both men to get out their anger and frustrations inside of an environment that was conducive to such things. But something changed just prior to The Great Northern War.

Both 'JJ' and Keith had their share of run-ins with Lynx, who was walking around with the North American Double Crown. The richest prize in Northern Pro Wrestling was secured by Jesse Jamester, and that certainly added fuel to the fire of this vicious rivalry.

Keith Williams has never been shy about expressing himself. He also has confidence by the bundles and expects to take every wrestling organization by force in short order. The fact that a man he holds a pinfall victory over is currently walking around with a championship that he was unable to secure in a 3 way dance two months ago is certainly eating away at him. The fact that 'JJ' was able to render the services of The Bastards and his former tag team partners certainly turned this rivalry upside down. It would be the latter squad that was able to secure a violent victory over Keith Williams and the ReVenants.

With the CWA World Title hanging in the balance the stakes had been raised. This would now be the second 1 on 1 contest between these two men, and the fans were expecting a barn burner.

Blake Samuels: Hot off the heels of the Great Northern Wat. One could argue that it was the biggest and most successful event that Northern Pro Wrestling has put on this year. 

Andrew Fulton: SWAT puts on bigger and badder events on a regular basis. Don't start with me Samuels.

Keith was out first, and absorbed the reaction from the crowd. Keith was wearing some wounds from his earlier match against Eddie D. But knowing his nemesis was about to hit the ring had him salivating. When Jesse walked through the curtain, the fans were on their feet to greet him. Jesse didn't take his eyes off of the ring, as he jogged forward. Right before he rolled under the ring he told the referee to ring the bell!

Once inside of the ring, Jesse and Keith went at right away.

BOO!

YAY!

BOO!

YAY!

YAY!

YAY!

Jesse got the better of the exchange and finally blasted Keith precisely enough to knock him on his back. Keith popped up, and got nailed with a stiff short clothesline! Back up again, this time ducked, and raked JJ's eyes. European uppercut!

DDT!!

WHAM!

Blake Samuels: Huge break there for Williams. JJ didn't see it coming.

Andrew Fulton: HAHA! I love it. Put him to sleep Keith.

Out of nowhere, Keith planted JJ with a slick DDT. That cut JJ's momentum short. Keith stood over him and dropped repeated elbows to the Lizard Man's sternum. Keith kicked JJ square in the back when he sat up looking to break free from the onslaught. After the strike, Keith took JJ's neck and started to crank away. JJ was in pain, but fought back, breaking Keith's grip and then delivering some stiff elbows to the gut to get back to a standing position.

HEADBUTT! JJ through his head into the face of Williams. Keith held his face. Kick to to the gut, Double Under hook Suplex!

JJ floated over and started to ground and pound on Keith. Keith swept JJ, and ended up mounting him with punches as well. JJ showed a slick bottom game, and used his legs to create space before taking Keith's arm and twisting it. Keith went with the pressure, and ended up giving up mount and did his best to get to the ropes. After the break, Keith tried to bail, but JJ kept him inside of the ring. Irish whip from JJ, DROPKICK! WOW! The big man got up there and executed a wonderful dropkick.

A second Irish whip... SIDEWALK SLAM!

WHAM!

JJ drove Keith into the mat with force.


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Keith kicked out.

Blake Samuels: Jesse is right on top of this. He's got months and months of anger he needs to unleash here. This could get ugly!

Andrew Fulton: Keith can handle it. After he put Jesse's family on the shelf, Jesse should tread lightly.

JJ wouldn't let him breathe. He was right back on it, and Keith felt the pressure. A rake to the eyes followed. Keith needed to breathe, get out of harms way. So his instincts pulled him out of the ring.

Jesse wasn't going to allow him anytime to breathe! So after contemplating his next move, JJ exited the ring to keep the fight going. The fans loved it, as the tension between these two ws palpable.

Shots were fired on the outside, as Jesse hammered away at Keith, who was trying to keep his distance. Keith ran around the corner, but then circled back quickly and hit Jesse with a back elbow smash! Keith then knocked JJ's head into the steel post!

Blake Samuels: I expected this to be Jesse's world, but Keith ins using the elements to his advantage.

Andrew Fulton: Don't underestimate Keith because he's a beautiful specimen to admire.

Keith laughed, as JJ dropped to one knee. The referee's count persisted, so Keith rolled into the ring, and then rolled back out. Keith then whipped JJ into the guardrail and blasted him with a Superkick! The kick knocked JJ into the front row!

The kick ended up waking JJ up of all things. It was as if he suddenly saw red, and popped up behind Keith who had turned his back to gloat to the fans. JJ pulled him into the front row as well.

WHAM! Right Hand!

JJ grabbed Keith and clotheslined him back over the guardrail, but this time he spilled into the middle of the aisle. The referee continued to count!

Blake Samuels: Jesse in control here and the referee allowing the fight to continue on the outside.

Andrew Fulton: C'mon Keith. Low blow him if you have to!

JJ walked over the guardrail and stalked Keith, who had his hand up, looking for a break. JJ would stomp away at Keith, who was trying to back peddle like the victim in a horror movie. He finally got to his feet, but JJ lunges forward and caught him with some stiff shots.

BOO!

YAY!

BOO!

YAY!

JJ smartens up and rushes Keith back into the ring and tosses him under the ropes to break the very liberal 9 count the referee was seemingly stuck on for the past thirty seconds. The crowd was going wild, as it was a real treat to see these two top stars getting their hands on one and other. Jesse started to stalk Keith and we could see the red in his eyes!

Keith back peddled into the corner, and Jesse followed putting his hands around his neck and raising him up to the ceiling with a tho handed choke!!!

Blake Samuels: This is turning ugly!

Andrew Fulton: Look now NPW. This is your champion! Breaking the rules, losing his integrity all in one night! C'mon ref, do your job!

The referee counted


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Jesse let go and let Keith drop. Keith was gasping for air, and Jesse told the referee to stay out of his way! The referee tried to talk sense, but JJ was incensed. JJ reached down and grabbed Keith by the throat, getting him back to a neutral position. The referee counted again, feeling JJ was being too liberal with his rules and not respecting his authority! In a reaction, JJ swatted the referee away like a fly... before CHOKESLAMMING KEITH in the middle of the ring!

Jesse went for the pin, but the referee was just getting to his feet and calls for the bell!

Ding Ding Ding!

*GASP!*

The referee raised Keith's hand? He disqualified The Canadian Nightmare! For Heaven's Sake! 

Blake Samuels: The referee has seen enough! 

Andrew Fulton: HA! Keith persevered. He's the winner!

Jesse went for Keith once more, but this is when a swarm of CWA officials hit the ring and pulled him off of the Great Northern Terror!

BOOOO!!!

The fans want to see more.

Keith rolled out of the ring holding his neck, but had the audacity to raise his arm and gloat about his DQ victory!

The fans were livid, but the rules are the rules. Jesse allowed his hatred for Keith to get the best of him, and it ended up costing him a place in the tournament's final 8. But perhaps this violence and damage was enough to suit the North American Double Crown holder. The fans applauded JJ, knowing how deep the hatred runs as the Revs put his family on the shelf. I doubt we've seen the last of these two going at it.

Delilah Massey: Winner by disqualification, and ADVANCING to the Quarter Finals -- Keith Williams! (11:48)

[Cut.]

No Time Limit

Vincent Wolf (SWAT) VS. Rob Riot (NPW)

Blake Samuels: It’s already been a memorable night and yet we are only just beginning with the first round matches. Our announcer for this evening, a rising star in Nashville, Delilah Massey will be making the rounds here at the MGM Grand Arena

Delilah Massey: The following match is scheduled for ONE fall! This match is a round 1 match in the Continental Wrestling Alliance WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT! Introducing FIRST, representing SWAT! Hailing from Wierschem, Germany, he weighed in tonight at 200 pounds! Known around the globe as the ALPHA Wolf, ladies and gentlemen here is, VINCENT WOLF!

The beats from "Warped Mind" By Dominic Glynn vibrate throughout the arena as colored smoke and lasers fills the air, a tall, young Vincent Wolf appears at the top of the rampway. He begins to bounce around as he runs down to the ring sliding in under the bottom rope as the young women in the crowd go nuts trying to get to him. He jumps up and begins to dance as if he was the star of a 90's boy band, the women all start screaming and rushing around the ring while he dances as everyone waits for the match to begin.

Delilah Massey: Introducing the opponent, representing N-P-W! Hailing from the United Kingdom, he weighed in tonight at 246 pounds! One half of the BASTARDS and half of the NPW Imperial Crown Champions! Ladies and gentlemen, ROB RIOT!

"I Feel You" by Depeche Mode bursts through the arena PA as the entrance ramp is bathed in red and white lights. They arc and twist over the ramp, waiting to pick out Rob Riot. Just as the vocals kick in, Riot steps through the curtains, twirling his long black ring jacket behind him as he does. He takes a moment to soak in the crowd's response, nodding to himself as he does, before turning his attention to the ring.

Raising one arm and clenching his fist in the air, Riot walks down to the ring, now oblivious to the crowd around him, Riot was the definition of all business. Up the steps, wiping his feet before he steps through the ropes. Rob Riot makes himself comfortable with the ring, circling it a full lap. A general in his approach, ready to conquer Rome. Riot bows his head at Vincent Wolf, before walking backwards to his corner; never taking his eyes off his opponent.




Samuels: You can feel how big fight feel each match is going to be throughout this tournament.

The bell sounds and the two competitors circle the ring, feeling one another out. Rob Riot steadies a hand in the air, inviting Vincent Wolf to center stage as the fans of each respective promotion cheer back and forth.

RIOT! WOLF! RIOT! WOLF!

Wolf reaches up and fingers interlock as Riot puts up the other hand. Vincent Wolf complies and both men begin to test the strength of the other! Back and forth their upper bodies flex for an advantage over the other. Riot with the weight advantage and experiences seems the victor as his fingers clasp the hands of Wolf and the Alpha of SWAT begins to sink to a knee. Riot does this with the left hand next, and Wolf drops to both knees! Rob turns his arms down and inside, showing complete control over Vincente Wolf in the early going.





Arm wrench conversion by Riot, as he breaks off the test of strength and into a hammerlock behind Vincent. Elbow from the Alpha lands on the left cheek, allowing Wolf to reverse and lock his own hammerlock on. Rob goes for the reversal and Wolf wrenches it up. Snapmare grip by Riot as he drops to a knee and takes Wolf over his shoulder, breaking his grip. Wolf rolls through to a knee and Riot is quickly on him with a headlock takeover! Riot shows his veteran status as he gives the young man a lesson in old school grappling.



Samuels: Absolutely. Vincent might have just heard us—

Rising up to their feet, Riot is losing control as Wolf fights back and begins punching from the side headlock. Released finally, Wolf spins Riot around, to hit a scoop slam with authority! The smaller Wolf shows great leverage techniques, making the scoop slam look easy. Rob registers the impact and bounces back up to his feet into an arm drag by Vincente. Again, bouncing back up Rob goes straight at Vincente who is ready for arm drag numero dos. Shaking his head, Riot smacks his thigh and Wolf ducks - showing he did his homework on Rob’s go-to superkick. The duck is enough for Riot to hook the arm, bending the hand backwards, and locking in a standing triangle armbar on Wolf.





Fulton: Chess, not checkers. Riot catches a knee from Wolf!

Wolf begins kicking at the right knee of Riot. His cool nature was starting to dissipate, and the short-temper of the Alpha rears its ugly head. A third kick to the knee shuffles Riot and breaks up the armbar. Wolf hits the ropes behind Riot, coming at him full speed with his back turned as Rob grabs his right knee. Swoosh! Riot side steps and Wolf’s attempt at a rear bulldog is thwarted! Riot grabs Wolf by the shoulders and drops down with a variation of a neck breaker buster. He hooks the leg as the zebra slides in to make the count.




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Kick out! Riot rolls out to his knee and pops up as Wolf sits up from the move. A float-over neckbreaker and Wolf is bent forward before springing backwards hard at the canvas. His neck snaps back from the whiplash. Riot is unrelentless, leaving no time for recovery. Dropping a well placed elbow to the head, Riot leans in and says something to Vincente — whatever it was, angers the young man.


Fulton: Whatever it was, Wolf looks pissed!

Riot gets to his feet and goats Wolf to come to him with his hands gesturing the “bring it” motion. Wolf isn’t thinking strategy but with emotion at this point. ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Riot wasn’t prepared and eats it all! The Bastard looks to have sea legs as he wobbles right then left; trying to keep his balance. Wolf lifts him up and fireman carry’s Riot into the mat with authority! The Alpha hits the top turnbuckle pad, calling his spot!


Samuels: He’s hot and looking to put Riot away, what better way?

Moonsault off the top rope! Riot isn’t there?! SUPERKICK in mid air to the upside down Vincente Wolf! Riot sprung up as Wolf reached the top rope, positioned himself and executed! Wolf crashes like a fighter plane getting shot down, taking the full heel to his nose! Rob Riot grabs up the leg, cradling his upper body onto the shoulders as he folds up Wolf for the pin attempt.




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That’s all she wrote! A bell sounds to signal the conclusion of a first round World Title Tournament match ending. Rising slower than before, Rob Riot has his arm raised in the air by the referee as Delilah stands up near the time keeper, microphone in hand.

Delilah Massey: Winner of this match via pin fall, and ADVANCING to the Quarter Finals — Rob Riot! (14:01)

Riot’s music slams over the MGM Grand Garden Arena as fans from NPW serenade him with cheers for the hard fought victory. It was a hard fight, but experience proved to be the difference maker for Rob Riot here tonight.

No Time Limit

Donzig (NPW) VS. Chris Card (NPW)

Andrew Fulton: Whatever happens, it’s NPW’s problem afterwards. I’m just a spectator here tonight. Let’s take it down to ringside to Miss Delilah!

Delilah Massey: The following match is a first round match of the CWA World Title Tournament and is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first! Fighting out of one of Canada’s richest postcodes, the beautiful Rosedale neighbourhood in downtown Toronto! He weighed in tonight at one hundred kilograms and stands one meter ninety tall and if you don’t understand the metric system, get with the 21st century. He is known world-wide as Technical Perfection and the Real Man’s Wrestler and he is very…

BOOOOOOOOO!

Delilah Massey: VERY!...good at what he does. CHRIS “BIG MATCH” CAAAAAAAAARD!

Making his way out on the stage of the MGM Grand Garden Arena, Chris Card relishes the spotlight. A legacy that spans back twenty-two years, and yet physically fit like the fountain of youth was in his backyard. The black attire with his trademark logo of a skull and ace of space over it was highlighted by a white C. Making his way down the ramp, he was not surprised by the lack of crowd support. As he knew would be the case, Canadian heroes hardly received the respect they deserved in the United States, and tonight was no different. Entering the ring with a smooth second rope step in, Chris ‘Big Match’ Card does a double step, raises his head back and smells the air. Arms wide open, his head slowly drops forward and the cocky smile of a confident star is picture-esque as he does so. His music fades out.


Samuels: A treat, that’s the word you’re looking for Andrew. This one is going to be a treat.

Delilah Massey: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania -- a Steel City native! Weighing in this evening at 217 pounds, he is revered as the Scourge and leads the Oblivion Death Squad, the Master of the Void -- Donzig!

'See you soon' by Chelsea Grin blares through the speakers! The lights go off and then come on as an angry red light overcomes the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Flames explode from the prop canons on each side of the aisle. Sending bursts of flame erupting into the air! Donzig walks out dawning his skull mask with his hood up. He pauses, glaring out across the crowd. A disapproving shaking of his head, before taking the walk down the aisle slowly. He circles around the ring, as though circling his prey in that of his opponent, before sliding onto the apron, grabbing the second rope. Flipping his hood back as he rises to both feet in the center of the apron. Donzig steps between the ropes, making his way to the center of the ring where he slowly pulls the mask up and off his head. As menacing of a face as any in the CWA, the Scourge scowled at his opponent in the corner. The music fades out and the lights return to normal.



Samuels: We’re in for a treat.

The bell sounds and Donzig makes it known he won’t wait, rushing in and going for a full barrage on Chris in the corner. Card takes two hits and switches positions, throwing Donzig in the corner, executing a flurry of well placed kicks and strikes. Donzig kicks the knee of Card and goes to switch back but Chris turns into him with an uppercut! Donzig bounces off the turnbuckle pads and comes straight back at Chris Card. Armdrag! Donzig bounces up and another arm drag! Again Donzig is up quick and this time it’s a drop toe hold to bring him to the ground. Rolling over his back, a side headlock, and Donzig pushes him up to a standing position quickly. Card goes for the headlock takeover, Donzig won’t budge! Back body drop from Donzig and the ring shakes from the impact!




Fulton: Technical Perfection is first up to his feet!

Donzig is on one knee as Card comes swift with a Teep kick! Rolling backwards with the front kick to the chest, Donzig comes back to his feet and launches himself off the ropes into a spinning back elbow smash from Big Match Card! Followed up with a knee to the back of Donzig. Card grabs an ankle and the chin of Donzig, and drives the other knee into his back before rolling backwards with Donzig being stretched over his knees.



Fulton: Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Donzig is able to bite the one finger of Chris Card’s and breaks his grip, falling over to his side and rolling away from him wisely. Card shows annoyance as he holds the bitten finger, getting to his feet and staring a hole through Donzig who comes straight for him with a right punch! It connects! Card with his own right side kick to the thigh of Donzig! Another haymaker from Donzig! Card swings under and grapples Donzig up in a Russian leg sweep! Swinging clothesline counter by Donzig takes both men to the canvas again!



Fulton: Hard knocks meets technical perfection!

Donzig goes for a quick cover and barely gets one before Chris Card forces a shoulder up. Not letting off the gas, Donzig grabs Card by the neck and brings him to his feet. Locking Card’s head for a DDT, Donzig grabs both arms and hooks them! Card slips one and rolls left, sliding out of the DDT and toe kicking Donzig in the stomach. Card steps back two steps and then sends a superkick he calls the Calling Card straight at the chin of Donzig!



Samuels: Donzig catches Card off guard for once, and now has him on his shoulders!

In a fireman’s carry, tucking Card’s head between his bicep and forearm. A quick two steps and he drives Card into the canvas with a death valley driver! The fans pop on impact! Donzig however sees no reason to celebrate, going towards the nearby corner and climbing to the second rope. Keeping his eyes on Card, Donzig leaps forward and drives a knee into the chest of Card before rolling through to his feet in the center of the ring. Card feels all of that one, clutching his chest as he winces in pain. Donzig pulls an elbow pad up his forearm, and drives the pointy exposed elbow into the forehead of Chris Card on the canvas! The referee gives him grief for it but Donzig turns his back on the zebra and stomps Card twice, the third one misses as Card rolls away and to a knee. Donzig steps forward looking to grab Card by the head and receives a spinning roundhouse kick to the forehead!




Samuels: Donzig’s legs are getting tangled up as Chris Card goes for a sharpshooter.

Turning the leg, Card has Donzig ready to flip over to his stomach. Struggling, Card goes left then puts all his weight right, but Donzig doesn’t comply, keeping his shoulders flat!




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Donzig raises his shoulder to stop the count! Card cracks a half smile as he uses this moment to try flipping Donzig again! Rolling through, Donzig ties up Card’s legs and brings him to the mat. A few seconds and the legs are untangled as Card and Donzig race to a stance. Donzig grabs Card by the waist, driving a shoulder into his lower back! Switching to the neck, Donzig hooks it and drops his opponent to his waiting knee!




Samuels: Donzig may have it now, look he’s going for his trademark move, the 25:17!

Latching the right arm as he turns Chris Card around and tries to lock the second arm, Donzig reaches for it and Chris slips it and turns to a standing position behind Donzig. Donzig turns within half-a-second and Calling Card to the face! ‘Big Match’ Chris Card delivers it with such swiftness that Donzig has no time to react, hitting the canvas and looking up at the lights. Card goes for the cover, hooking the leg.




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Shoulder up!

Card shakes his head, knowing full well that has done the job before and wasn’t enough tonight. Donzig laid there as Chris got to his feet.



Samuels: The way they are going, who knows what they’ll have left for the next round.

Lifting Donzig up, Card slingshots him to the corner and follows Donzig a step behind. Donzig hits the turnbuckle and Card angles towards the ropes, coming back at Donzig from the front as he staggers out of the corner. Card with a rising knee lift — and ducked! Donzig drops to the canvas and Card sails through the air and lands on his feet. Turning around to be tackled by Donzig! The Scourge unloads with a melee of punches as he mounts the abdomen and keeps his weight on top of Card.


Samuels: Tempers rising and getting the best of the Scourge!

Donzig tees off, left, right, left, right! Poke to the eyes! Card gets a quick jab of the thumb and it’s enough for him to roll Donzig off and deliver a hard elbow to the temple! Chris Card grabs the rope and gets up, Donzig right behind him doing the same, and goes for a kick to the ribs -- it hits! Donzig grabs his left side, feeling the sting, and gets another kick to the ribs, this time on the right side. Chris Card steps forward and rolls backwards, spinning back fist to the neck! Donzig is having trouble breathing now, and Chris sees the chance.



Samuels: The Maritime Hurricane!

Springboarding into a 720 Roundhouse kick that takes Donzig’s head off and plants him firmly on his back! Chris Card took the risk and it pays off! He hurries to the fallen opponent, grabbing both legs and rolling over on his chest as he locks the hands around the legs for a study cover.





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The bell sounds and this first round match has concluded. Letting go of the pin, Chris Card stands up slowly, feeling the effects of this battle, knowing it would play a part later in the next round match.

Delilah Massey: Winner of this match via pin fall, and ADVANCING to the Quarter Finals -- Chris ‘Big Match’ Card! (9:26)

The arm was lifted by the referee and quickly taken away by the victor. Chris Card looks down at Donzig for a moment, shaking his head, before backing towards the ropes, exiting the ring slowly. His walk up the aisle to the top of the ramp is paced, as he hears the Las Vegas crowd boo the veteran for his cheap tactic that ultimately changed the course of the match.

Delilah Massey: The following contest is set for one fall, with no time limit! Introducing first, representing NPW!

[No pyros. No lighting effects. Just “The Blessed Hellride” by Black Label Society blasting over the sound system and a burly man walking out the entrance ramp.]



Massey: Hailing from Boise, Idaho, and weighing in at 278 lbs. The Boise Bronco! DUUUUUUSTY! GRRRRRIIIFFITH!

[Griffith reaches out to tag hands with a few fans but he’s all business, heading straight for the ring and rolling in. He bounces back against the ropes, testing them.]

Delilah Massey: And his opponent! Representing SWAT…

[The house lights go down as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way.]



[A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag and the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900s, but soon changes once again to shots of the Mafioso sitting in a large office and in limos, in arenas from times past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp.]

Massey: Hailing from The Jersey Shore and weighing in at 135 lb… she is the Jersey Devil Diva! JOANNE! CAAAAANELLLLLIIII!![/a]

[This is Joanne Canelli and her bodyguards. For the uninitiated, Reno Renard and BJ Rude Thompson are a pair of goombah bodyguards. The man known as Scarpaci Canelli is her older brother.]

[They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle. Reno and Rude are on either side, Scarpaci following behind. Talking amongst themselves, Joanne and the men ignore the booing crowd around them. She climbs to the apron, doffs her jacket, hands it to Reno, removes the SWAT Amazon’s Title, hands it to Rude, and enters the ring, staring Griffith down.]

DING! DING! DING!

[Griffith lumbers forward as Canelli stares him down from the corner.]

Samuels: So we’ve got an interesting one here, haven’t we?

Fulton: Hey, I don’t know that lumpy dude, but I do know Joanne. She’s got scraps man, don’t underestimate her because she’s a chick.

Samuels: She is in fact the only woman who signed up for the tournament, which shows guts in and of itself. But she also has help out there, which Dusty doesn’t.

Fulton: I miss Isabel Rios. Just throwin’ that out there. Anyway, she got a lot more help than that. Joanne Canelli is a woman you don’t want to cross, and when I say that I’m singin’ Soprano if you get my meaning.

[Canelli makes the first move, shooting in for a single leg. She gets the leg off the ground but can’t shift Griffith’s weight and he throws her aside with a release gutwrench suplex. Canelli is up a bit slow, that move hit hard, but there’s no intimidation in her eyes. She immediately flies back in with a basement dropkick, hitting the knee and dropping Griffith. She moves in for a hammerlock and, despite the strength disadvantage, manages to slowly muscle him into one. With that she starts laying elbows into the back of his head, then wraps a bulldog headlock around his neck. Griffith gets to his feet and snaps her overhead, but she lands on her feet, turning it into a cravatte. Griffith plants his feet, manages to roll her backwards, but Joanne ducks the followup clothesline. The two wrestlers stare each other down.]

Fulton: Canelli, man. Amazon’s Champion. This chick has fucking ice in her veins, she will tie you in knots and go for the windpipe when you can’t defend yourself.

Samuels: I don’t doubt it, but Griffith is even stronger than he looks, pure functionality. I’ve seen him knock men twice Canelli’s size unconscious with the Atomic Powerbomb. To my knowledge it’s only been kicked out of once - Griffith against Kai Scott, DEFIANCE World Title on the line. And Griffith’s unflappable, when Scott kicked out of the first one Griffith just hit a second one for the win.

[Griffith’s tired of the waiting game and he hits Canelli with a knee lift that lifts her right into the air. She lands on her knees, Griffith bulls her up and into the corner, aims a massive chop, Canelli slips aside, aims for the eyes, Griffith swats her eye rake aside and hits a boot. He clinches up and drives one, two, three knees into her underside! Canelli manages to protect her head, but the third knee lands solidly on her ribs. Griffith makes a quick cover - Canelli waits til 2.5 to grab the ropes.]

Samuels: Griffith’s no stranger to wrestling women either, DEF was fully gender-integrated.

Fulton: Eh, Canelli can take it and give it back.

[Griffith uses the bottom rope to get a little bit of extra height on an elbow drop, but it backfires as Canelli rolls aside. Grabbing the top rope she uses her feet to push Griffith under the bottom rope, and immediately starts arguing with the referee. The referee, as oblivious as any pro wrestling referee, immediately begins arguing back rather than watching out of the ring. Griffith has barely got to his feet when Reno and Rude are on him. He elbows each of the bodyguards away, but catches a big mafia kick from Scarpaci.]

Samuels: Down goes Griffith on the outside!

Fulton: Hey, you got the connections, use ‘em, am I right?

Samuels: No, it’s wrong, it’s unsportsmanlike.

Fulton: OH MY GOD BRO.

[Canelli grabs Griffith by the head and bangs it off the ring apron a few times. She climbs up on the apron, takes a running start, and hits a sliding dropkick to the head! This sends Griffith to a sprawl on the ringside mats. She immediately ties his leg up in a kneebar. Rather than count for a ringout, the ref starts a five count for her to break the hold. She breaks at 4, not willing to risk getting DQ’d in a match like this. Griffith is getting up slowly and Joanne tries pulling him to his feet.]

[Griffith has had enough. With his spare arm, he clotheslines her in the back of the knees, knocking her for a loop. He gets to his feet with a stumble, grabs Canelli off the floor, hooks her and executes a fallaway slam - right into the arms of Reno and Rude, who catch her.]

[Not that Griffith didn’t expect that. He’s been around the block.]

Samuels: Running crossbody by Griffith! Was that even a crossbody?

Fulton: Looked like a kind of sideways shoulder tackle thing to me, but damn if he didn’t pick up the spare with that one.

[Griffith’s shoulder connected with Canelli, and the whole pile was toppled over backwards, Reno and Rude getting the full brunt of it and Canelli sandwiched between Griffith and her goons. Scarpaci can’t even do anything because the referee’s watching and he can’t risk getting Joanne DQ’d… well he could, but here the risk outweighs the reward.]

[Griffith throws Joanne in under the bottom rope. He rolls in and executes a belly to belly.]

ONE… TWO…. KICKOUT!

[Griffith grunts in annoyance and pulls Canelli to her feet. He stuffs her into a standing headscissor for the Atomic Powerbomb, but Canelli senses the danger and scuttles between his legs. He turns around into a HARD back kick to the kidney. Griffith doubles over, Canelli hits the ropes and boots him hard in the side of the head. The big man stumbles and wobbles but doesn’t quite go down. Canelli hooks an arm, laces her leg across the back of his neck… ROLL THE DICE!]

ONE… TWO… THRREEKICKOUT!

Samuels: Canelli just comboed two of her trademark moves - the Mob Hit and Roll the Dice - into something that put Griffith down for a 2.9, but Griffith is as tough as they come. That lumpy body you referred to, Andrew? Griffith’s blue collar raised and veteran tough, don’t let the lack of a gym physique fool you.

Fulton: Alright man, alright, I’ve seen it before. He’s a big ol’ boy, and I’ve seen Canelli put people away with less than he’s taken, but she’ll just keep comin’ knahmean? Death by a thousand cuts kinda stuff.

[Canelli backs up to the corner, surreptitiously beckoning for Scarpaci. Scar hands Canelli a pair of knucks as the ref checks on Griffith, not paying attention.]

BBBOOOOOOO!!!!

Samuels: Canelli’s looking for an illegal advantage again, and the fans are letting her know what they think of that!

Fulton: And I know you’re gonna complain about what’s coming, but hey, if the cat’s asleep the rats will bite! Or somethin’.

[Canelli takes aim, and throws a loaded haymaker.]

[And Griffith leans into it! The punch aimed at his temple loops harmlessly around his head, and Joanne sets herself up perfectly for a spike Saito suplex! And with her light body, Griffith gets a LOT of spike on it. Not willing to leave anything to chance though, Griffith gathers her up, and quickly embeds her body into the canvas with the Atomic Powerbomb!]

ONE…! TWO…! THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Massey: Here is your winner, DUSTY GRIFFITH! (10:55)

[The Boise Bronco looks down at Canelli. The knucks have spilled out of her now-limp hand. He nods his head in satisfaction as the ref raises his hand, then simply leaves the ring. Business is over but not for long. Meanwhile, Reno and Rude collect Canelli from the ring.]

Samuels: Canelli put up a big scrap, but Griffith takes this opening round match!

[Cut.]

[As the gravelly voice that heralds the arrival of Lochlyn Cade rumbles across the PA system, “Meet Me in the Dark” by Otherwise begins playing.]

Delilah Massey: The following contest is set for one fall, with no time limit! Introducing first, representing NPW! Hailing from The Road of Ruin, and weighing in at 217 and ¼ lbs… the Bad Seed. LOCHLYNNNNN… CAAAAAADE!


[Vivian Rae Jade comes out from behind the entrance curtain as she stands before pointing towards backstage. Lochlyn Cade walks out onto the stage in his familiar white and red flak jacket and hoodie with his face concealed. His arms are spread out to his sides and he throws his head backwards revealing the mask he oftentimes finds himself wearing. He grabs at his jacket and opens it revealing the NecroCore Auditorium shirt underneath. The pair walk to ringside, where Cade removes the jacket, hoodie, and mask. He hands them to Vivian and they exchange a kiss before he jumps onto the ring apron and leaps over the ropes. Standing center ring he physically refuses to back down from his stance maintaining his dominance of the ring.]

Delilah Massey: AND HIS OPPONENT! Representing DCW...

[“Gods and Punks” by Monster Magnet rips across the PA system. A man in a leather jacket and fighting shorts stomps out onto the stage, head lowered.]

Delilah Massey: Hailing from Deadman Crossing, Ohio, by way of Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 243 lbs. He is the King of the Bittermen… JJJJJJEFFF! AAAAAAAAANNNNDRRREWWWSSS!!!

[Andrews throws his head back, raises his arms to shoulder height and snaps his fingers. As if on cue, flashpots explode around the stage. As the smoke clears, Andrews storms down to ringside, tagging a few hands and doffing his jacket at ringside. He rolls in under the bottom rope and bolts across the ring, testing the ropes.]


[Andrews leaps to the middle rope and raises a fist to the fans.]

[And Lochlyn Cade, who had to be restrained during Andrews’ running the ropes, finally gets fed up, pushes the referee aside and dropkicks Andrews from behind, sending him headfirst over the top rope and out to the floor!]

Blake Samuels: Cade getting a big jumpstart on things!

Andrew Fulton: Ehhh, don’t turn your back man. And HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT!

[Cade leaps and turns a corkscrew in the air before wiping out Andrews for a second time.]

Blake Samuels: Cade known best for his hardcore matches, and even in a tournament match like this he’s going to play hard and fast with the rules.

[Cade slams Andrews into the guardrail. He climbs back to the apron, takes a running start, jumps to the top rope, and flies off with an Arabian facebuster that sends both men toppling over the guardrail and into the stands. Cade’s next trick is to brace one foot on the guardrail and use it to execute a moonsault, knocking Andrews to the floor again.]

Blake Samuels: It’s all Cade in the early goings, and Jeff Andrews, who despite whatever weirdness is going on with the spaceships and stuff hasn’t actually wrestled in five years, seems to be stuck in first gear.

Andrew Fulton: C’mon Blakey, I know you’re not big on Andrews because he used to scrap with ya boy Aaron Vasquez, but give the man some credit. Big ol’ bad tempered buck like that.

Blake Samuels: I…? I don’t know how you even knew about that Andrew, but I’ve been over that for years.

[Cade, realizing he has to win the match in the ring, hurls Andrews over the barricade, but crosses the barricade himself with a slingshot rolling senton. He rolls to his feet, steals a quick kiss from Vivian, and tries to roll Andrews back into the ring.]

[Andrews opts not to cooperate.]

[He braces his foot against the ring apron, spins around and surly-slaps the taste out of Cade’s mouth, sending him spinning. This clears just enough space for Andrews to unload a superkick - excuse us, a “Kendo sidekick”, directly into Cade’s jaw. The smaller man drops like he was shot as Andrews rapidly shakes his head, trying to clear it. He clears it just in time to roll into the ring and break the count, before rolling back out after Cade.]

[Cade has recovered enough to land an eye rake, followed by a European uppercut, which earns a glare from Andrews. Cade lands a chop, Andrews fires back with one of his own, Cade switches gears and lands a roundhouse to the ribs, Andrews follows it up with his own roundhouse, and it’s becoming clear that although Cade has a huge speed advantage, trying to go strike for strike with the King of the Bittermen is a losing proposition for him. Cade struggles to his feet and throws one more shoot kick, but this one Andrews intercepts and turns into a fisherman’s buster.]

Blake Samuels: Andrews is, of course, legendary in some circles of this business, but almost entirely unknown to our former-XHF fans. He was heavily ignored by his fellow wrestlers in this tournament, possibly because they too were unfamiliar with him.

[Andrews picks Cade up and atomic drops him onto the top rope. He jumps to the top himself and hits Cade in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick, sending him back into the ring. He scoops Cade up, tries an Irish whip, fakes it and brings him back into a cutthroat before scooping him up and dropping him with the Andrews Driver I!]

ONE… TWO…. THKICKOUT!

Andrew Fulton: So he has what, five different piledrivers, and he named them all after himself?

Blake Samuels: Well, he started doing that when a guy named Super Dragon was popular and doing the same thing. DEFIANCE management told him it was “too indy” so he added the top rope senton to his moveset, but I guess now that that’s over he’s doing them again?

[Andrews pulls Cade up and tries the exact same thing, an Irish whip into a cutback. Probably looking for the Andrews Driver II. But Cade sees it coming and rolls through before kipping up to an enzuigiri. Andrews faceplants and Cade rebounds off the middle rope into something in between an elbow drop and a backsplash.]

Blake Samuels: Not quite sure what that one was, technically, but Cade’s happy as long as he hurts his opponent - doesn’t even care much if he hurts himself in the process.

[With Andrews face down, Cade decides to apply an STF. Andrews ducks his chin just in time to keep Cade from locking it in all the way, but there’s still an extreme amount of torque on his neck. Growling, Andrews begins scrabbling to the ropes. And it was all part of Cade’s plan. He lets go of Andrews’ leg, rolls out of the ring, pulls Andrews out far enough so his upper chest is across the apron and his head dangles, then heads to the top rope and comes off with a flying legdrop across the back of the neck! Cade takes a very hard landing himself, plus Andrews spills limply out of the ring and lands on him.]

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, and I’ve seen Andrews do counterproductive daredevil stuff like that too. Cade’s doing pretty alright without the hardcore stuff, but he can’t beat Andrews out there.

[Cade puts Andrews back in the ring. He positions the bigger man perpendicular to the turnbuckle, and climbs it, facing away from Andrews. Which is why he doesn’t see Andrews get up. Andrews dropkicks the top rope. Cade’s feet slip, and one knee hits the top rope awkwardly as he falls. The scream of pain that echoes isn’t a normal wrestler scream.]

Blake Samuels: Oh my god, that - that didn’t look good.

[A concerned look on Andrews face, he grabs the leg that Cade’s holding, folds it under the other one, and simply flips across Cade’s body while holding his legs in that folded position. Cade thrashes, but…]

ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

[Andrews quickly lets go of the pin.]

DING DING DING!

Delilah Massey: Here is your winner… JEFF, ANDREWS! (8:41)

[Cade is holding his knee, rolling back and forth in pain.]

Blake Samuels: Andrews saw that injury and zeroed in on it, but he went for a pinning combination rather than a submission, and now HE’S the one that’s yelling for the medics!

Andrew Fulton: Bro, you do what you gotta do. He didn’t need to injure the dude so he didn’t, and what he did ain’t unfair.

[Medics come out to help Cade but he pushes them away. Instead he puts one arm over his valet’s shoulder and she helps him limp slowly up the ramp.]

Blake Samuels: Cade goes down to an injury and Andrews capitalizes to pick up the duke.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah. In or out of character for him?

Blake Samuels: Honestly? It depends. Andrews isn’t precisely a bad guy, but he’s not about an eye for an eye, but more like his eye, your entire bloodline. When he starts raging, bad things happen.

No Time Limit

Andrew Fulton: Oh Boy! I've been licking my chops from the moment this match was confirmed

Blake Samuels: I noticed, and it's been a long hour, so you can finally stop doing it. You're starting to freak me out.

Delilah Massey: Fighting out of one of Canada’s richest postcodes, the beautiful Rosedale neighbourhood in downtown Toronto, he weighed in tonight at one hundred kilograms and stands one meter ninety tall and if you don’t understand the metric system, get with the 21st century. He is known world wide as Technical Perfection and the Real Man’s Wrestler and he is very…

BOOOOOOOOO!

Delilah Massey: VERY!...good at what he does. CHRIS “BIG MATCH” CAAAAAAAAARD!

Card walked to the ring as if he was about to deliver a King's speech. Full of himself, and letting the crowd know that he felt he was the best wrestler on the card tonight. Once inside of the ring - Card raised his hand one last time to a smattering of boos from the crowd.

Andrew Fulton: Chris Card just looks the part. You can tell he believes every word he says.

Blake Samuels: Yeah, well in NPW Timeless has essentially come unhinged as of late and is capable of just about anything. 



[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.

Delilah Massey: Introducing now, hailing from New Hope, Minnesotta. Coming in at 6’3 and 262 pounds .... accompanied to the ring by Roxylishus ...Representing the KGB .... TIMELESS ALEX TURNER!!!

Andrew Fulton: Imagine getting to go home every-night to Roxy. What a legend.

Blake Samuels: She's not my type.

Andrew Fulton: She wouldn't look twice at you.

Blake Samuels: That's fine by me.

The two men locked eyes, knowing full well that they were in each other's way. On a different day at a different time, these two could find themselves aligned. There were similarities in their personalities, and at the moment - the fans weren't entirely sure what they wanted to see take place.

The referee called for the bell, and these two met in the middle of the ring like two bulls looking to display dominance over one and other. Timeless was the first to the eyes, raking them with force and shoving Card back into the ropes where he lit him up with some stiff chops!

WOOOO!!!

Card shrugged it off, turned Timeless and blistered him with a slick combination of his own. Irish whip from Card, but Timeless struck first and turned Card inside out with a hellacious clothesline. 

Timeless was on it, dropping down and hammering away at Card with some stiff shots.  Card shoulder shivered his way free, in the referee's position before Timeless broke him down by taking his left arm out from underneath him. Timeless held onto the arm and stomped away at Card's ribs! 

'I'm Sexy and I know it'

Andrew Fulton: And he ain't afraid to show it. WOO! Get'em Timeless.

Blake Samuels: Smarten Up.

Card rolled to the ropes to force a break in the action, but he was also plotting his next move. When Timeless turned around double leg from 'Big Match' and grabbed Turner's right leg and locked in a heel hook! The tide had turned quickly, and we watched as Turner tried to squirm out of it. But Card was wrenching hard, an the referee was in position.

ROXY up on the apron. She's distracting the referee! Card breaks the hold and points in Roxy's direction. The referee lost his head for a moment and Card told him to smarten up. The referee sheepishly resumed his position, but Timeless had bailed out of the ring and he and Roxy shared an embrace as he told the referee that Card had pulled his hair - which was the furthest from the truth.

Card had seen enough, and decided to go out to the floor to continue the fight. Timeless sensed it, and hit him with a nice uppercut on his way down from the apron. Irish whip into the guardrail and a SPEAR! Timeless got it all. More hip swivels, more taunting, the usual. Timeless peppered away at Card, doing his best Muhammed Ali impression with his showboat dancing, floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee!

YO ADRIEN!

Now he was jobbing on the spot like rocky and then raising his hands like he had just climbed the infamous steps after running through the city. What an outrage. 

MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!

Roxy: Don't call it a comeback!

Timeless: I've been here for years!

Andrew Fulton: Timeless could easily transition to an MC and become a hip hop superstar. I could see it.

Blake Samuels: He probably paid Ice Cube to show up on the Ellen show.

Andrew Fulton: Don't hate the player hate the game.

Blake Samuels: Seek Help.

Chris Card was coming to, and could sense that Timeless was out to make a mockery of this match. Perhaps his union with Ice Cube prior to the tournament spawned some of this extra added confidence we were witnessing. Then again, Timeless isn't one who lacks any sort of confidence.

One more twinkle toes strike like he was Fred Flintstone tossing a bowling ball half way down the alley. UPPERCUT! 

Ducked by Card, spins him around.. Atomic Drop! Timeless goes face first into the steel ring post!

RAAAAAAAHHH!!

Timeless turns around and eats a clothesline from Card. Roxy shouts obscenities and Card waves her off. Card back into the ring, waiting for Timeless to get back inside so he can get back to what he knows and what he does best. Timeless walked through the ropes but kept his eyes locked on Chris Card. The two men circled and a deep collar and elbow tie up followed, which had Card pushing Timeless back against the ropes. Stiff shots followed, and then Card dropped down and executed a nice Lung Blower on Timeless.

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NO!

Timeless was able to kick out. Card was on it though, looking to follow things up and keep the heat on knowing that a win here would put him into the final four at the next CWA event for a 1 and 4 shot at the CWA World Heavyweight Championship.

Card then waited, timed it... went for the Superkick, but Timeless dodged it and hit Card with a super kick of his own! 

WHACK!


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2NO!


Card kicks out. 

Timeless kept up the pressure, but Card pulled a slick arm drag when Timeless was in range, and floated it over and executed a cross arm breaker! The referee was in position. Would Timeless tap?

Rope Grab! 

The referee started to count, which forced the break. Both men were back to their feet as Timeless shook his arm loose trying to regain some feeling. HEADBUTT! Timeless threw his head into Card, which slowed him up for a moment. A wild swing, but Card ducked... BACKSLIDE!


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3!

RAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Andrew Fulton: What. The...

Blake Samuels: Oh, the old backslide gets it done Fulton. You have to love it. A wrestling move out of nowhere scores the victory for Chris Card

Andrew Fulton: I think I'm going to be sick.

Blake Samuels: Oh Grow up.
 
Delilah Massey: Here is your winner and advancing to the Final 4... "Big Match" Chris Card! (12:45)

Card had his hand raised while Timeless and Roxy complained from a distance that Turner had his shoulder up in time! But to no avail, the official decision stands, and that was the end of it. The crowd got into Turner's face, and like a true pro he seemed to relish in it. Card was clearly pumped up after his flash pin and looked like a formidable opponent for just about anyone who would be standing across the ring from him.

[Cut.]

Blake Samuels: Coming up next fans, we’ve got our final quarterfinal of the evening. Keith Williams survived a challenge from Eddie D in a qualifier, and then a disqualification victory over Jesse Jamester in the first round. On the other side of the bracket, Jeff Andrews and Lochlyn Cade were putting on what looked like it was going to be a clinic, when Cade suffered an injury to his knee during a fall off the top rope.

Andrew Fulton: So what we’re saying here is that Andrews had a much easier road to this match than Williams did.

Blake Samuels: It can’t really be put any other way. Williams is a legend in the singles and tag ranks. A flagship member of the ReVenants. One of the CWA’s biggest gets from the XHF. And let’s talk about his previous matches. He suplexed the big man Eddie several times during that first match, and that’s going to wear into his stamina and his back strength.

Andrew Fulton: And then your dude Jamester kind of tried to strangle Williams and got himself DQd. ‘Course, that might’ve been Jamester going full derpasaurus, but it also might’ve been what he wanted. He’s got the NPW Title already, maybe he felt more like ruining Keith’s night than anything else?

Blake Samuels: We’ll have to hope Jamester explains himself. That being said, Jeff Andrews is as big of a legend as anyone in this tournament, I don’t even want to say ‘in his own right’ because he’s a legend by anyone’s standards. He’s a Six Time World Champion. Back in the WfWA days, his regional promotion Old Line Wrestling was so successful he was, pardon the insider terminology, sending his midcarders after the WfWA Double Crown Title, which was supposed to be more prestigious than the regional heavyweight titles. And OLW monopolized the Double Crown the whole time it was in the WfWA.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah well, what’d he do between OLW and getting on that spaceship?

Blake Samuels: Aside from the fact that two of his World Titles happened during that time, we don’t talk about those days anymore. We just don’t.

Andrew Fulton: Well hey, I can respect that. He just ain’t done shit here. And in the lead up? Williams wouldn’t even give Andrews the time of day. Then again, Andrews didn’t give anyone the time of day either, he was too busy hanging out in a spaceship. “Supposedly.”

Blake Samuels: Well, we’re coming up on our main event of the evening, and you might just say that it’s XHF versus WfWA in the main event of CWA’s first interfed show.

Delilah Massey: The following contest is set to one fall, with no time limit! Introducing first, representing DCW!


[“Gods and Punks” by Monster Magnet begins ripping across the PA system. Jeff Andrews stomps out of the back. No jacket, just his ring gear. He doesn’t even bother to stop on the stage and wait for his pyros. They explode pointlessly while he’s a third of the way down the ramp.]

Delilah Massey: Hailing from Deadman Crossing, Ohio, by way of Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in tonight at 247 lbs! He is the King of the Bittermen… JEFF! AAAAAANNNDDRREWWSSS!!!!

[Andrews at least per the usual slides into the ring and bolts across it, slamming into the ropes and stomping back, before hitting the middle rope and raising his fist to the fans.]



Delilah Massey: And his opponent! Representing NPW…

[As the iconic sounds of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar begin playing, the lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage, most of his face and head obscured by a white towel. Dressed in an all white suit, Keith looks down as he obsessively rubs at the fake mustache on his mask.]

Delilah Massey: Claiming no hometown, and weighing in at 245 lbs! He is the grrrREAT! WHITE! TERROR! KEEEEEEEITH.... WILLLLLLIAMS!

[Scowling, the Great White Terror peers out at the crowd with disgust and stomps the rest of the way to the ring, avoiding the gaze of the fans. Rolling under the bottom rope, Williams immediately sits himself in a corner, clutching the sides of his head as he rocks back and forth. Ready to compete, Keith whips the towel off and thrusts his body into a standing position as he methodically begins to remove the all white articles of clothing that make up his suit.]


[Jeff Andrews is lounging in his corner of the ring, making a show of exaggerated boredom as Williams defrocks.]

DING! DING! DING!

Blake Samuels: And we are off! Keith William! Jeff Andrews!

[The two men meet in the center of the ring. Williams is jawing, Andrews is silent and surly.]

[Williams takes a half step back, and with a smirk, invites Andrews to take a shot.]

Blake Samuels: Not sure this is a good idea for Keith here.

[Andrews brings his hand back for one of those signature open-hand strikes.]

[Then, with his other hand, he quickly grabs Williams’ face protector and gives it a tug, snapping it back into Williams’ face.]

Andrew Fulton: *snort*

[Williams does a comical stumble and double-take, truly aghast that his opponent would be so disrespectful. Andrews smirks.]

[Williams wipes that smirk off his face a split second later with an elbow.]

[A much more typical surly expression on Andrews’ face, he responds with a chop.]

Blake Samuels: And here we go! Williams! Andrews! Both men exchanging chops, neither one giving an inch!

[Samuels isn’t quite right. Andrews begins to take the advantage in the strike battle, beginning to knock Williams back a bit with every shot. As they reach the ropes, Williams ducks in between the middle and the top, asking the ref to move Andrews back. As soon as the ref gets involved Williams goes to the eyes, and then takes his opponent down with a jumping bicycle kick. He dives on Andrews, looking for the scarf hold, trying to trap that other arm of Andrews, but Andrews rolls him through it to break the hold. Williams is still to his feet first and catches Andrews with a running knee under the chin. He pulls the man back to his feet and powers them both into the corner, throttling Andrews and then, as Andrews shifts his grip to high, lifts him up out of the corner and drives him into the mat with a rotating spinebuster! Quick cover!]

ONE…! TWO… … KICKOUT!

Blake Samuels: About 2 and a half there, but Williams is right to want to get this match finished quickly. As we talked about before the bell, he’s had a tougher road to get here than Andrews has. They’ve got surprisingly similar wrestling styles - primarily strikers but with a solid assortment of throws and submissions mixed in.

Andrew Fulton: Y’know, Andrews does probably know more about Williams than vice versa, he’s been mostly behind the scenes but he’s been here while Williams has been a top guy. But, even if Williams noticed Andrews, which I doubt he did, that wouldn’t give him reason to go looking up fifteen year old Wifwah videos.

[Williams chickenwings both of Andrews’ arms from behind and tries to force him down for “An Ode to Alex Trebek.” Andrews is having none of it. Williams drops one arm so he can start hitting some elbows to the back of the head, and when he deems it safe, re-hooks the arm and executes a tiger suplex. Andrews crumples and Williams goes for a cover.]

ONE… ! TWO…KICKOUT!

[Smacking the mat in frustration, Williams does a better cover, this time hooking both legs and trying to jackknife Andrews.]

ONE…! TWOKICKOUT!

[The pins not working, Williams decides to bring Andrews back to his feet, this time with a rear waistlock into a German suplex… excuse me, attempted German suplex. Andrews flips out of it and lands on his feet! Williams spins around as Andrews executes a shuffle savate kick. The kick loops around Williams’ guard to hit him in the side of the head, and Andrews quickly has his arms overhooked for a reverse tiger suplex! Feeling it hard, Williams nonetheless tries to get to his feet quickly, and instead falls to his backside to avoid a superkick that misses by millimeters.]

Blake Samuels: Williams has better striking technique with his arms at least. Andrews prefers those inaccurate but powerful shots - I’ve seen him smash a watermelon open with a slap - but he also has educated feet. Williams was wise to dodge that superkick.

Andrew Fulton: Yeah, I mean, Williams may be a top guy, but show me any guy who thinks getting kicked in the mouth is good strat.

[Andrews moves in on Williams, and Williams quickly hits a low blow on the incoming Andrews before grabbing the pants and rolling him up in a small package. The ref refuses to count, instead lecturing Williams about low blows being illegal.]

Blake Samuels: And he’s risking a disqualification there, but he wants to get this one in the books quickly.

[From a mounted position Williams lays some punches into Andrews head. He then turns to Andrews’ legs, trying to fight him into a cloverleaf, but Andrews isn’t having it. He kicks Williams over backwards, back rolls to his feet, and whiffs on a spinning heel kick. Williams lets Andrews hit the mat and straight soccer kicks him in the back, drawing a howl of pain.]

Blake Samuels: Williams may brawl if angered, but he’s a thinking man’s wrestler and he’s going to punish Andrews every time he swings for the fences like that.

Andrew Fulton: Only takes one homer to score mate.

[Williams kneels on Andrews’ back, crosses his legs, and then rolls onto his own back to execute a bow and arrow hold! Andrews asserts his unwillingness to give up, and after a couple pulses, the ref checks and begins counting Williams’ shoulders down. Williams kicks Andrews off. His hands on his hips he glares at Andrews, possibly wondering what else to try. He pulls Andrews to his feet and Irish whips him across the ring into the corner, following up with a running back elbow. Instead of letting Andrews fall, he sets him up on the top turnbuckle.]

Andrew Fulton: Daaaaayngerzone!

[Williams climbs to the second turnbuckle and hooks Andrews for a suplex. Andrews hunkers down as best he can and grabs the waist of Williams’ trunks. Then, almost ridiculously, Andrews leans back and starts to suplex Williams. As in, superplex to the outside suplex Williams.]

Blake Samuels: Good god no! He’ll kill them both doing that!

[Williams throws some wild gutshots, and they’re just enough for Andrews to lose his grip. Williams is dropped, he lands on his feet on the mat. Williams pulls Andrews off the top…]

Andrew Fulton: He’s lookin’ for the K-Driver! Does one K-Driver beat six different Andrews Drivers?

Blake Samuels: Not this time at least, Andrews is out with a sunset flip…

[But, Andrews isn’t interested in a sunset flip. Shifting his grip to the back of Williams’ neck, he deadlifts his opponent up into a fisherman’s buster!]

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Blake Samuels: The crowd coming unglued as Andrews just landed the big move he needed to give himself an opening! But can he capitalize? ….Yes, he’s getting back to his feet!

[Andrews throws Williams into the corner, raises his hand, and blasts Williams with a welt-raising shot to the chest. Clutching his chest, Williams staggers forward. Andrews scoops him up and atomic drops him on the top rope. A jump to the top rope, and a spinning heel kick to the back of Williams’ head dumps him into the ring. Williams begins pulling himself up with the top rope, and he catches a clothesline that takes him down to ringside. Andrews leans over the ropes, watching Williams collect himself, but as soon as Williams is about halfway back to his feet, he bolts off the far ropes, then flips over the top rope before crashing down on Williams!]

Blake Samuels: Tope con hiro from Jeff Andrews!

Andrew Fulton: He picked up the strike with that one. And that’s a big man to be diving like that.

Blake Samuels: And as someone who’s seen him wrestle at 270 instead of 240, I have to say I think moving back to light heavyweight was a great call for Andrews. That kind of speed and agility is wasted if you have to fight gravity to hit dives like that.

[Andrews throws Williams back into the ring and again heads to the top rope. He leaps with a missile dropkick - and Williams sidesteps while swatting Andrews to the mat!]

Andrew Fulton: And that, bro, that’s why you can’t give Williams anything. Even just going for a couple different dives, Williams caught Andrews’ rhythm and tripped it all up.

[Williams, moving quickly, gets Andrews up for a vertical suplex - then turns it around and sits out with a Screwdriver.]

Blake Samuels: From Japan With Hate!

ONE…! TWO …….!! THREEEKICKOUT!

[Williams howls in frustration, then bangs on the mat, accusing the ref of counting slow. Again he chickenwings Andrews’ arms, and tries to roll through into a cattle mutilation… Andrews rolls with it.]

Blake Samuels: It’s a long story, but there’s a whole thing with that particular hold and Jeff Andrews. Suffice it to say, it’s going to be exceptionally difficult getting him in it.

[Williams grabs Andrews’ legs and rolls him into a jackknife pin with a lateral bridge. ONE….! TWO…! THR..KICKOUT! Andrews and Williams are up at the same time, Williams fires off a rolling elbow, Andrews feints out of the way and throws a superkick, but Williams deflects that superkick, catches Andrews with an elbow, a back elbow, and then a diving rolling elbow that takes both men down!]

Andrew Fulton: This can’t end on a double count-out, can it?

[Well, Williams is already getting to his hands and knees. He grabs a handful of Andrews’ hair - it still feels weird to talk about Andrews having hair - and lands another elbow.]

[Andrews sprawls backwards, but fires forward with a big paintbrush slap.]

FIGHT FOR-E-VER! *clap clap clapclapclap*
FIGHT FOR-E-VER! *clap clap clapclapclap*
FIGHT FOR-E-VER! *clap clap clapclapclap*

[Williams leans on Andrews to get to his feet and clenches, drives a knee into him, but it just pushes Andrews to his feet. Williams lands another clinch knee, a European uppercut, but Andrews ducks a lariat, fires off a back kick and a jumping enzuigiri!]

Andrew Fulton: HOLY SHIT MAN THIS IS WHY I WATCH THIS STUPID SPORT! FIGHT FOR-E-VER DUDES!

[Williams isn’t quite taken off his feet, but he doubles over, trying to keep his balance. Andrews grabs Williams by the hair and yanks him back into the Mind Eraser! As Andrews goes for the cover, we see he’s bleeding from somewhere on his nose or mouth.]

ONE…! TWO…! THREEEE…KICKOUT!

Blake Samuels: A weary warrior, Keith Williams just manages to get the shoulder up! This one’s not over yet fans!

Andrew Fulton: Andrews showing color! I’m thinking it was that big rolling elbow that done the damage.

[Andrews goozles Williams around the neck with both hands and tries to pick him up that way. Maybe he could’ve done it in his heavyweight days, but not now, not after this long match. Williams fights out with a sitdown jawbreaker. Andrews stumbles around, Williams waits on him… K-DRIVER!]

Blake Samuels: HE HIT THE K-DRIVER! Williams, slow to make the cover, but he’s… got it! ONE…!

TWO…..!!!


THREE….


…..EEEEE….


………FOOTONTHEROPES!

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Andrew Fulton: I can’t believe it! And Williams can’t believe it either! Boy’s about to have a conniption!

[Williams’ eyes are wide. He bangs on the mat, and starts hooking Andrews’ arms again.]

Blake Samuels: Another attempt at Ode to Alex Trebek, but he can’t get that second arm hooked - Andrews spins out Irish whip, NO ANDREWS DRIVER I!

[Andrews spun Williams back into a double cutthroat and from there, inverted him into a scoop piledriver.]

[Unwilling to take a chance, Andrews grabs Williams, applies the pumphandle, and SPIKES him on top of his head!]

Blake Samuels: ANDREWS DRIVER THREE! COVER!

ONE…!


…TWO…!


……THRE…!


………EEEE…!


…………KICKOUT!

Andrew Fulton: WHAAAAAAAT!?!

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
THIS IS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap*
THIS IS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap*

[Andrews slashes a thumb across his throat. He grabs Williams and sets up another pumphandle - and Williams out the back! This time it’s Williams who picks Andrews up and atomic drops him up onto the rope.]

Blake Samuels: Williams, looking for Off With His Head - and Andrews ducks it!

[Williams hits the canvas, hard. Andrews pulls himself back up on the ropes and, instead of going into the ring, crawls to the corner and then staggers to the top rope.]

Andrew Fulton: What’s he doing now?

Blake Samuels: He isn’t…

[Williams turns around just in time to see Andrews leap off the top rope, one foot extended.]

[It connects squarely with his jaw.]

[Williams falls to the mat, Andrews crashlands next to him, and drapes an arm over him.]

ONE…!


…TWO…!


……THRE…!


………EEEE…!


…………EEEE!!!!

Blake Samuels: JEFF ANDREWS BRINGS OUT THE FLYING SIDEKICK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A DECADE, BUT HE GOT HIM! ANDREWS ADVANCES!

[The referee has to squat down next to Andrews and raise his arm while he’s lying on the mat.]

Delilah Massey: Here is your winner, at 22 minutes and 39 seconds: Jeff Andrews!

Andrew Fulton: That was a war, dawg, those two men put themselves through hell.

Blake Samuels: In the end, Andrews had a little bit more gas in the tank, and you do have to wonder if things might’ve been different if Williams hadn’t had a rougher road to this match. He’s honestly a jerk most of the time, but Williams is a hell of a competitor, and deserves a ton of credit.

Andrew Fulton: But how about Jeff Andrews, huh? I dunno about you Blake but I think that man just put some people on notice! And yeah I’m totally gonna check out DCW after all this, so his publicity stunt worked.

[Andrews has finally gotten to his feet and he throws his fist in the air, then bows four times, once to each side of the ring.]

[Then he looks at Williams, who’s just rolling to his knees.]

[Andrews offers up his hand.]

[Williams stares at it.]

Blake Samuels: I don’t know… I don’t know that I’d trust Keith Williams that far.

[Williams… reaches out and lets Andrews pull him to his feet.]

[The two men hug.]

RRAAAAAHHHH-BOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[And the cheers switch to jeers as Williams buries his knee in Andrews’ groin.]

[Williams scoops Andrews up.]

Blake Samuels: K-Driver on Andrews! And now Williams, he’s turning Andrews over, he’s going for the Ode to Alex Trebek! He couldn’t get it during the match, but after a post match cheap shot!

Andrew Fulton: Ey, I mean, stay out of the kitchen and all that stuff, but still, not cool.

Blake Samuels: If Williams can’t advance in the tournament, he’s looking to make sure Jeff Andrews can’t - woah!

[A man slides into the ring.]

[This is one BIG dude. Eddie D sized, maybe even a little bigger. He stands about 6’5”, but clearly weighs in at 300 and then some.]

[He’s also got a silver championship belt - mark that, the belt is SILVER - and he raises it to swing.]

[And Williams decides that he does not want this fight right now.]

Blake Samuels: Andrew I know you don’t recognize that man, but he’s been in the circle I came from for a long time. That is Cole Christenson, and that silver belt he’s got is the DCW Grand Championship! And if I’m not mistaken, DCW plans to open with the title already around that man’s waist!

Andrew Fulton: I don’t know nothing about that, but he’s jacked to hell, and not after what he’s been through tonight does Williams want none of that! And he made the save before Williams did any real damage with that hold!

[Jeff Andrews is helped back to his feet. Christenson rolls to ringside, allowing Andrews to renew his celebration.]

Blake Samuels: And so Jeff Andrews joins Chris Card, Dusty Griffith and Rob Riot in the semifinals! Folks, we are out of time tonight!

[And we are.]