CWA World Title Grand Finale

Delilah Massey: The following match is scheduled for one fall..

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Delilah Massey: And is a CWA World Championship Semi Final Match.

"I Feel You" by Depeche Mode bursts through the arena PA as the entrance ramp is bathed in red and white lights spotlights. They arc and twist over the ramp, waiting to pick out Rob Riot. Just as the vocals kick in,

I FEEEEEEEL YOU, THE SUN IT SHINES!
I FEEEEEEEL YOU, WITHIN MY MIND!

Delilah Massey: Introducing first, he hails from Manchester, England and weighed in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, ROB RIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOT!

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.

THIS IS THE MORNING OF OUR LOVE!
IT’S JUST THE DAWNING OF OUR LOVE!

Raising one arm and clenching his fist in the air, Riot walks down to the ring, now oblivious to the crowd around him. He's all business. He walks around the ring once and takes his time to climb up the steps, walking half way along the ring and wiping his feet before he steps through the ropes.

Andrew Fulton: Rob Riot, one of the best technicians out there but with far more strings than that to his bow.

Blake Samuels: He’s in for a stiff test of those abilities tonight. I’m not sure how he’s going to win this one.

Andrew Fulton: Rob Riot can beat you in a ton of different ways. Just ask Jeff Noon.

The lights dim as the pumping intro to “Burn!” by Kobra and The Lotus starts up. The only solid light comes from the CWAtron, counting down to the big sting line..

I REALLY HATE YOU, YES I DO,
I HAVE THE WAY YOU I SECOND GUESS MYSELF WITH YOU,
AND I’M LOOOOSING AAAAALL CONTROOOOL,
YES I’M LOOOOSING AAAAALL CONTROOOOL…

LET IT BURN! BURN TO THE GROUND!

As the first line of the chorus hits a line of purple and white pyrotechnics bursts out from the stage. Chris Card steps through the curtain and steps casually down the entrance ramp.

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…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

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

Andrew Fulton: That’s around two hundred and twenty pounds for our American viewers.

Blake Samuels: I understand the metric system, Andy. Maybe our fans should learn too.

Card steps into the ring and stands, looking out towards the Las Vegas crowd, waiting for the second chorus to hit…

LET IT BURN! BURN TO THE GROUND!
I DESIRE TO WATCH YOU…
BURN! DESTROY THE CROWN!
FROM THE HATE YOU’VE TIED AND BOUND!

On the shout of Burn this time, Card crosses his heart with an X using both thumbs and pyro shoots off from the turnbuckle. Card smiles smugly at the hard camera and soaks in the booing of the crowd.

The bell sounds and Card and Riot close the distance on each other, both raising their left hands up and keeping their rights by their sides to form firm blocks. It’s the Canadian who is first to act, throwing a roundhouse kick ribs high at Riot but the Mancunian dismissively guides Card’s leg away. Riot tries for a straighter toe kick of his own by Card raises his fore leg, taking the blow on the hardest bone in his lower body and protecting his solar plexus. The Nova Scotian shakes his head a little and smiles, almost daring Riot to take a second attempt and Riot takes the bait, closing a step’s distance and throwing a stiff right hand but this time Card sways out of the way and traps the punching arm firmly by the wrist.

Andrew Fulton: Cagey start from both men here.

Blake Samuels: Neither man wants to make a mistake.

Andrew Fulton: With such fine margins that’s a safe precaution.

With wrist control, Card walks out and to a side, barring the arm of Rob Riot. Card turns the arm over, wringing it out. The Big Match wrester steps in, turning the hold into a top wristlock and with an evil smirk, Card tries to bend the hand backwards with a little Jim Breaks style small joint manipulation. Riot, however, is smart to this and as Card loosens his overall grip strength to try and work the joints, the Englishman steps out and does a quick forward roll, reversing the wrist control. Riot wags a finger at Card and wrings out the arm with him in control, followed by applying some downward pressure that forces Card to bridge backwards to lessen the impact. The Mancunian shapes his body to take full advantage and presses Card all the way down and pins his shoulders to the mat…

ONE!

But Card lets the bridge drop and while flat on the mat, swings his legs round and drop toe holds Riot down face fist, quickly transitioning into a grab of the ankle.

Andrew Fulton: This is liquid wrestling. Two of the best in the CWA going hold for hold.

Blake Samuels: Andy, this is why I love this sport. When you get two athletes like this, two minds like these clashing it’s poetry.

With a reach across and a little shimmy across the mat, Card reaches for the neck of Riot. He places his knee firmly in the Lancashire man’s back and pulls at both ends, cinching in a tight bow and arrow. Card’s face is serene, almost zen like as he wrenches on Riot’s body. Rob winces as his opponent applies pressure directly to his spine but there is a flicker of calculation in there as well. Riot waits patiently for Card to overstretch, judging the exertion from when the pain is being applied before using his freer arm to reach up and cradle Card over…

ONE!

Card is forced to drop the hold so he can squirm free.

Blake Samuels: You know what we haven’t seen so far?

Andrew Fulton: No, do enlighten the audience.

Blake Samuels: Cheating. Both these guys are capable of breaking the rules when needed.

Andrew Fulton: Why would you ruin a great wrestling encounter with cheating?

Blake Samuels: To win, Andy. That’s the ultimate goal.

Rob Riot now has top position and like a hungry wolf looking to take dinner home to his pack he strikes immediately, grabbing a loose arm of Chris Card’s and deftly twisting it against Card’s own back in a tight hammerlock. The Mancunian draws himself up to his knees and presses down on his crafty opponent while feeling down for a leg to grab hold of. Riot jams his free elbow into Card’s thigh to loosen a leg up and as The Canadian’s leg leaves the mat in a jerking motion that is entirely involuntary, Riot snatches an ankle as leans backwards, locking in a hammerlock and modified half crab combination.

Andrew Fulton: Oh, he’s got control of two limbs now. Riot is pulling new tricks out of the books tonight.

Blake Samuels: It takes a lot of new tricks to keep Chris Card down. Riot is being forced to dip deep into his repertoire of moves.

Now Riot decided to switch it up a little. He lets go of the hammerlock, Card’s arm flopping down to the mat with a thud and swivels his body around. Riot, without even looking, uses his legs to slide around Card’s neck and crosses them while at the same time winding Card’s legs together into a four. Riot pulls back on the legs, never letting his neck control slip and slips downward so he’s kneeling firmly in the small of Card’s back.

Andrew Fulton: Head Scissored Texas Cloverleaf? That’s new.

Blake Samuels: That’s… that’s… just showing off.

Card has free arms even if his body is totally pinned down. He grunts at the pain being fed into his neurons but reaches out towards the ropes, relying on ring positioning to be the factor that breaks his current predicament. Riot, without looking, guesses correctly that his opponent is going to try to edge towards the ropes and drops his holds, spinning round on Card’s back amateur wrestling style before locking Card’s loose arm up firmly by the shoulder. With Card’s means of escape dealt with, Riot repositions again, the Submission Magician going cross shaped and scissoring Card’s other arm.

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Andrew Fulton: Rob Riot has taken total control of the mat game!

Blake Samuels: It’s all ebb and flow in a match like this. Card will find a way to worm loose.

There is a looks on Card’s usually blank face of mixed concern and pain. You can still see the gears whirring inside of his head as Riot torques on his shoulder, looking to separate it and get Card to tap through being way too injured to continue. The Mancunian Mat Maven redoubles his effort and grits his teeth to try and get the tap out but Chris Card has had time to draw his legs in and with a sudden movement he pushes into the mat and manages somehjow to flip the pile, leaving his lying on Rob Riot’s body while still in the submission hold.

ONE!

T.. Riot drops the hold and squirms free.

Blake Samuels: Three seconds. That’s all it takes.

Andrew Fulton: But Riot has definitely done some damage to Chris Card in this match!

Blake Samuels: Well if Card relied on strength that would be a handicap.

Both men stand and reset, Card moving a little gingerly. Riot steps in and swings a massive European Uppercut, looking to connect solidly with Card’s chin but The Canadian sway s back to avoid the blow. As Riot is turned around Card fires an elbow off towards Riot’s kidney area but The Mancunian is smart enough to wheel away out of range. Riot shoots in for a double leg takedown but his Nova Scotian opponent sprawls to avoid the takedown. 

Big Match Card locks up Riot’s head, turning him over for a neckbreaker but Riot fires a back elbow into Card’s bread basket to make him drop the neck lock. With the pair back to back, Riot slips in underhooks and takes Card over with a sharp backslide.

ONE!

But Card jackknifes over, reversing the pressure on the hold.

ONE!

Riot scoots backwards, causing Card to fall onto the mat in a prawn pin.

ONE!

And Card uses his legs to bell clap Rob Riot before pushing the pile forwards, pinning Rob.

ONE!

The Englishman pushes out and hits a short ranged body press to pin Card again.

ONE!

Card sweeps the legs MMA style to take top positioning.

ONE!

Anther position reset and the crowd explodes into a round of rapturous applause and cheers. Riot bounces on his heels, eager to get the next stage of the contest going while Chris Card just looks fully focused, concentrating on the task at hand.

Andrew Fulton: These two technical masters are trying everything to get the victory here tonight.

Blake Samuels: Sometimes you have to. Game plans go right out of the window in this level of match.

With a swing of his rear leg, Chris Card throws a loose crescent kick which fails to connect. Riot seizes on the opportunity and closes in for a solid looking punch but Card wasn’t throwing the kick to connect, he was throwing it to get a response and he uses the momentum of his swing to rotate to a side.

As Riot’s fist swishes past him, he catches the arm and steps through, taking Riot down with a back heel trip, using the arm for leverage. With the pair back on the ground, Big Match Card throws some downward elbows into Riot’s chest while keeping arm control. Card threads an arm under Riot’s other shoulder and feeds The Englishman’s trapped arm over, switching which arm is doing the control and trapping it across Rob Riot’s own throat.

Crowd: LET’S GO RIOT! LET’S GO RIOT!

Andrew Fulton: Chris Card is looking to choke out Rob Riot with his own arm!

Blake Samuels: And that is completely legal. You can’t apply the choke with your own limbs but using y our opponent’s? That’s just smart.

Rob Riot’s face is turning red but he’s still got enough wits about him to begin trying to force his body round towards the nearest set of ropes. Chris Card is utterly focused on keeping the blood and air flow away from Riot’s head and he begins to shake his arm, battering Riot’s head against the mat and trying to cinch the trapped arm tighter into the stranglehold. The Englishman tries to reach his free arm over and loosen the anaconda like grip on himself but Card is wise to that and jams the point of his own free arm into the forearm of Riot, making the Mancunian pause. Again Card shakes Riot’s head and now The Englishman is fading, his eyes beginning to bulge.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Andrew Fulton: This could be it for Rob Riot. He’s obviously fading and he doesn’t have an answer for the predicament he’s in.

Blake Samuels: Good. It’s about time someone just gave into the inevitable.

Now the referee has got down to check on Riot’s status. The Man from Cottonopolis is now struggling a lot less and the crowd are going wild in support for Riot. The referee lifts Riot’s arm from the mat and… it drops limply back down. Riot is in no mood to tap out but it’s no longer clear if he would be able to if he even had the choice. The look of grim determination on Card’s face is obvious as he tries to close the match out with the submission predicament he has Riot trapped in. The referee lifts the arm again and again it drops to the mat.

Crowd: RI-OT! RI-OT! RI-OT!

Blake Samuels: That’s it, you can ring the bell now, this one is in the books.

Rob Riot is barely struggling now. His energy sapped and his brain beginning to shut down to preserve vital systems as the oxygen flow is being denied to it. The referee lifts his arm one last time…

...but he takes a glance over top the bottom rope where somehow, some way RIOT HAS MANAGED TO PLACE HIS FOOT UPON IT! With a barked command to Chris Card a break is ordered and the count is placed on…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

FIV… Card breaks the hold and rolls away leaving the gasping Rob Riot lying on the mat.

Andrew Fulton: It’s not over! Rob Riot has miraculously managed to escape the clutches of the Machiavellian Mat Master From The Maritimes!

Blake Samuels: But how much damage had Chris Card been able to cause?

Card stands and backs away. He eyes Rob Riot carefully, watching the slow movement of Riot as he gets to one knee, beckoning Riot to stand as the boos rain in upon him. Riot gets to his feet, still sucking air desperately as he tries to get that oxygen flowing back around his internal systems. Riot wheels painfully slowly around as Card readies himself, looking to land that one killer blow. He cocks his leg back…

Andrew Fulton: THE CALLING CARD! THE MOVE THAT HAS WON CARD SO MANY MATCHES ACROSS HIS CAREER

AND CARD UNCORKS A MASSIVE, MEATY SUPERKICK TOWARDS ROB RIOT’S FACE… AND RIOT SOMEHOW GETS HIS ARMS IN THE WAY, WRAPS UP CARD’S ANKLE BEFORE THE KICK CAN CONNECT FULL FORCE AND HE HITS A SLOPPY BUT EFFECTIVE DRAGON SCREW OUT OF UTTERLY NOWHERE!

Andrew Fulton: NO! REVERSED!

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!

Riot keeps hold of Chris Card’s leg as the pair tumble to the mat. Riot sits up, turning Card over by twisting the ankle, making him reflexively turn to relieve the pressure and then lifting Card’s leg up and SMASHING his knee down into the mat. With his stamina returning, Riot keeps his vice grip on Big Match Card’s leg and SMASHES it down once more. Then a third time. Then a fourth, fifth, sixth and SEVENTH time. Breathing heavily, Riot is almost rabid as he uses the point of the elbow and drops it repeatedly into Card’s hamstring. The Mancunian gets a sense that the collected damage on Card’s leg might be enough to end it and he shifts the grip up to the top of Card’s ankle.

Crowd: LET ‘S GO RIOT! LET’S GO RIOT!

Andrew Fulton: LOCKING CLAMP! THE HEEL HOOK IS LOCKED IN!

Blake Samuels: He’s got to grapevine the leg to complete the move.

Muscling up to a sitting position, Card raises his elbow up and begins desperately throwing downward elbows of his own to try and prevent the grapevine from being locked in. Riot keeps the leg trapped under his right arm and just throws a huge slap to Card’s face to get him to stop. Card responds with a slap of his own. Riot balls his fist up and throws a meaty punch. Card responds in kind. Now the two men are seated just wailing on each other to try and gain an advantage and the crowd noise rises another tone as people are screaming for Riot to finish Card and the match.

Andrew Fulton: For such a technical match, this is going to be decided by a short burst of sheer brutality.

Blake Samuels: It doesn’t matter how great the mat wrestling is, sometimes a punch to the face is all it takes to swing a contest.

Riot winds up for a particularly meaty strike and Card dodges by dropping back flat to the mat. Card’s eyes art backwards as if he’s checking on the position of the pair in the ring and he slides his left arm down towards where Riot would be applying the grapevine. Card aches his back up for a brief second and he closes his hand around something. Card sits up again and Riot winds his arm back for another meaty punch. Riot swings his arm and Card cross blocks it, using his right hand to swat the strike away before raising up his left and revealing the small cylinder within..

Blake Samuels: YES!

Andrew Fulton: NO!

...AND SPRAYING A FACEFUL OF PEPPER SPRAY RIGHT AT ROB RIOT FROM CLOSE RANGE!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Blake Samuels: THE AEROSOL EQUALIZER! THAT’S USING YOUR HEAD, CHRIS!

Andrew Fulton: That’s a disqualification.

Blake Samuels: The referee couldn’t have seen it, Card’s back was blocking his line of sight. That’s how to cheat, professional edition.

After quickly sliding the Aerosol back into his tights, Chris Card wiggles his leg free as Rob Riot instinctively tries to clear his eyes with his arms. Card immediately uses his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu to sweep for posture and take Rob Riot’s back and float round into turtle. Card threads an arm through, gable grips it, flips Riot over and bites, blocking the carotid artery.

Crowd: LET’S GO RIOT! PLEASE DON’T TAP! LET’S GO RIOT! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Andrew Fulton: OMEGA CLUTCH!

Blake Samuels: Throat chokes are illegal. Blood chokes aren’t.

Andrew Fulton: PEPPER SPRAY IS DAMN ILLEGAL!

Riot is left with no choice but to tap out, not willing to risk permanent brain damage and Card drops the hold the VERY second the bell is rung. Card stands and gets his arm raised as Rob Riot just stares a hole through him from his place lying on the mat. Chris Card goes over and offers a hand up but Riot is having NONE of Card’s shit for pulling the Aerosol Equalizer on him.

Blake Samuels: See, that’s just poor sportsmanship.

Andrew Fulton: You’d be a poor sport if you were pepper sprayed.

Delilah Massey: The winner of the match and advancing to the final, CHRIIIIIS CAAAAARD!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Blake Samuels: "What a match! I'm in awe of the excellence on the mat displayed by both men. It's a shame the match ended the way it did."

Andrew Fulton: "Speak for yourself Samuels. I love how flexible Card is. When an opportunity knocks, he answers. Simple as that."

--

[Hype.]

[The SWAT World Heavyweight Championship.]

[Vacant.]

[Flash.]

[No KGB Allowed.]

[1 Winner.]

[1 Undisputed Champion.]

[The Stakes are High.]

[Tensions and Emotions are High.]

[Who will lead SWAT into 2022?]

[Who Will Show Themselves to Be The Best?]

[Tune In and Find out.]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

--

Andrew Fulton: "There you have it folks. SWAT Will be crowning their new World Champions in a few weeks time."

Blake Samuels: "Yeah it's a real shame that Frostbite took a massive shit all over the federation and the championship. I'm surprised he hasn't been lynched."

Andrew Fulton: "You know me too well. I've been making contact with a few of those from the seedy underworld, looking to make it happen."

Blake Samuels: "Or just stick him in the ring with Donzig for an hour in a cage. That should suffice."

Andrew Fulton: "Hmm... That's not a bad idea. I don't really have Blaze's ear like I did with Soutter, but I could always shoot my shot."

Blake Samuels: "You do that. Up Next, our 2nd Semi Final!"

Andrew Fulton: "Oh baby, let's get this show on the road."
 

Andrew Fulton: "Did you hear some of the tongue lashings that Watanabe was giving his men during the contest? I would hate to see what their updated training regimen looks like. YEESH."

Blake Samuels: "Satoshi Watanabe's vile nature and sadistic outlooks is well documented. Say what you want about the man, he himself is a decorated champion and he has guided many others to championship gold." 

Andrew Fulton: "Is the SWAT World Tag Team Championship Match next?"

Blake Samuels: "It sure is."

Andrew Fulton: "Woo Hoo! You want to talk about wrestling gods. You want to talk about tag team excellence. The REVS are head and shoulders above the rest. The 2021 Anzac Cup winners. The undefeated tag team champions! The Rev's are in the building, Swagger on a hundred-thousand trillion!"
 
Blake Samuels: Coming up next we have the SWAT Tag Team Championships on the line. This was originally set to be The ReV’s defending against the Hellhounds but SWATS new Boss Blaze Freya wants to shake things up a bit and she has added the team of Psychotic Goth and David Vector to the mix.

Andrew Fulton: She is something Blake, let me tell you.

Blake Samuels: She is certainly doing just that over at SWAT. The activity is off the charts and new members are flocking to the Alliance and to SWAT! 2022 looms to be another stellar year in the prestigious history of SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: Hopefully one of them newcomers can do a bit better than our dismal performance on night one of this Tourney, Not one single SWAT member advanced.

Blake Samuels: It wasn’t their night is all, there is some top talent over there and many worthy to hold the World belt.

Andrew Fulton: If my cohort Jerry were here in my place, he would pull out something about how we wish all renaming the best and all that BS, but that's not my style. So, I will just say, whoever wins, they WILL have to come defend it at SWAT, but for now, we have a Tornado Tag Team match to call, and as always, all Hellhounds matches are Hellhounds rules, and that means there are NO RULES!

Blake Samuels: The Hounds are a legendary tag team. Years and Years of travelling the globe, we are very privileged to have them here in the CWA!

Andrew Fulton: Check your privilege Blake. They are savages who beat and massacre with no predijuce. Whoever is in front of them is fair game, The Reverend Cornelius Marsh has them primed for the tag belts, and I am tipping they take this out here tonight.

Blake Samuels: Even over the ReVs? They won the Anzac Cup! Ox and Williams are two of the Premiere wrestlers in the World.

Andrew Fulton: They are great, no doubt, and also now with Dakota joining their crew, very capable of retaining, I wouldn’t be surprised if they do so and have another trick up their sleeves.

Blake Samuels: And then we have the newly formed team of Goth and Vector added! Blaze see’s something in this duo and wants to showcase them here tonight!

Andrew Fulton: Goth is a maniac and a former World Champion who can beat anyone on any night. Vector though is still a bit Green and while he shows promise, he is not in the league of the ReVs and the Hounds.

Blake Samuels: I think he can hang with them all and anyone else. Tonight may well be the making of him.

Andrew Fulton: Or the breaking.

--




[Hype.]

[This January.]

[Two Of The Biggest Trash Talkers In the Game.]

[Collide.]

[Get your Popcorn Ready Baby.]

[Frank Windsor.]

[The Bastard.]

[Curse Words Are His 2nd Language.]

[Will Take On.]

[...]

[Mr. IDONTGIVEAFUCK!]

[Timeless.]

[Alex Turner.]

[This Match Won't Be For The Weak Of Heart.]

[The Fans Have Demanded It.]

[January 2022.]

[Get You Some.]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

--

Blake Samuels: "You heard it here first. Alex Turner and Frank Windsor will lock horns in Northern Pro this January!

Andrew Fulton: "I've got to hand it to Gus. That's a main event and a half. That could headline any show around the world."

Blake Samuels: "It's all about giving the people what they want. Two men that habitually toe the line. I can't wait."

Andrew Fulton: "Add Roxy to the mix and we've got ourselves a winner!"

"If it bleeds, we can kill it."
"And we ain't got time to bleed."

["Turbo Killer" by Carpenter Brut begins to play as darkness engulfs the arena. Red strobe lights illuminate the entranceway, showing the outline of several figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.

As the music picks up, the arena lights come back to life and it's... The ReVenants! Posing together, the Champs smile and pal it up as they're greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Moving at their own pace, The ReVenants inch by inch saunter down the ramp, shouting insults and flipping middle fingers to anyone brave enough to voice their displeasure.

Both members stride up the steel stairs, slowly entering as they re-assemble in the middle of the ring to pose once again while a surge of red pyro, confetti, and streamers are released. Laughing, covered in the celebratory mess, The ReVenants convene in their corner and prepare for the match ahead.]

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT World Tag Team Championships! Introducing from Raleigh, North Carolina, and Indianapolis Indiana respectively, coming in at a total combined weight of 517lbs. Please welcome your SWAT World Tag Team Champions 'Ultimate Kingpin' Keith Williams… … “The Unbelievable” Oxford Osland… They are… THE REVENANTS!!!!

Blake Samuels: What a team!



[The Reverend Cornelius Marsh leads The Hellhounds down to the ring by chains attached to dog collars. The Hellhounds wear hockey masks, have dirty dreadlocks, and their clothes are blood stained from previous matches; tattered and torn. ]

Andrew Fulton: The Hounds enter the ring and look at them, they aren’t waiting for Goth and Vector and they tear into Osland and Williams.

Blake Samuels: Goth and Vector don’t even wait for their music and storm the ring and this one is now ON!

[The Hounds have their dog chains wrapped around the throats of the ReVs and are choking them, throttling them. Goth clotheslines Psycho down to the mat and Vector with a big backstabber to Cerberus.

Andrew Fulton: The Hounds are down and Marsh screams from the outside that Goth and Vector shouldn’t even be in the match. He has a point you know.

Blake Samuels: They belong in the match because Blaze added them, they ignore Marsh and Goth grabs both heads of Osland and Williams and rams them together. Goth then roars into the air in an Ancient dialect.

Andrew Fulton: The Hounds are back on the offence quickly and start to double team Vector. Someone in the crowd hands Marsh a cookie sheet and he throws it into Cerberus who promptly caves it in over Vector's skull.

Blake Samuels: The ReVs now are regrouping and also double teaming Goth. Osland with a discuss elbow and Williams with a Discuss elbow smash both at the same time on either side of Goths head. The Ode to Queen Anne Keith calls that.

Andrew Fulton: Cerberus throws Vector into the ropes and drills him with a full powerslam and then Psycho delivers a big spear.

Blake Samuels: Goth reverses an Irish whip from Keith and then whips him right into Osland. Goth then hoists Williams up in an aeroplane spin and makes him kick Osland in the face as he is spinning him around. Goth then plants Keith with a Death Valley Driver.

Andrew Fulton: Osland grabs Goth and drills him into the mat with a snap DDT!

Blake Samuels: That was brutal. Cover by Osland …..



Andrew Fulton: Cerberus then nails Osland with a leg drop to the face.

Blake Samuels: Psycho mounts the top rope and flies with a big 450 splash! He got all of it! Covers ….



Andrew Fulton: From Japan With Hate"!!! - Vertical Suplex Piledriver by Keith to Vector!

Blake Samuels: Black Death!! Psychotic Goth snake eyes Williams before he executes an enziguri to the back of his head!

Andrew Fulton: Marsh is handed a frozen solid dinner from the crowd and he throws it to Cerberus who clocks Keith with it! Dinner is served!

Blake Samuels: How is that still frozen in the crowd? Did he have a cooler with him?

Andrew Fulton: This is Vegas, anything can happen.

Blake Samuels: So what did you make of Dakota joining the ReVs?

Andrew Fulton: I think it was a great coo and with the KGB imploding from within. They are undoubtedly the number one faction in the World.

Blake Samuels: Running hook clothesline from Osland to Cerberus! I don't think he likes his ‘cooking’.

Andrew Fulton: Leave the jokes to the experts Blake.

Blake Samuels: Osland now with a Saito suplex on Cerberus. Psycho comes for him and Ox catches him and dumps him with a Samoan drop.

Andrew Fulton: "An Ode to Alex Trebek" - Cattle Mutilation by Keith on Cerberus!

Blake Samuels: Osland did all the hard yards and Keith is diving in for the glory here going for the submission.

Andrew Fulton: They are a team Blake, they don’t care who gets the win, as long as it's one of them.

Blake Samuels: Goth breaks the submission by hoisting Osland high into the air and dumping him unceremoniously on top of The Ultimate Kingpin!

Andrew Fulton: The hounds grab Goth and throw him to the outside and then follow him out there and double whip him into the steel steps. Marsh then hands them a meat thermometer and Cerberus holds Goth while Psycho stabs him repeatedly with it, opening him up!

Blake Samuels: Osland grabs Vector and plants him with a Fisherman buster and hangs on for the count.



Andrew Fulton: Williams now left in there with Vector, both men looking a little worse for wear but Keith smells blood and grins sadistically at Vector ….

Blake Samuels: Kieth hoists Vector Up for the K Driver …. David Vector rolls down the back of Keith and rolls him up …..



Andrew Fulton: He got him! The Rookie got Keith Williams! I don’t believe it!

Blake Samuels: You don’t believe it, Keith doesn’t believe it! He is shocked!

Andrew Fulton: Heck! Vector doesn't even believe it! The bell is ringing and all on the outside are looking in to see what happened, Goth sliding into the ring beside Vector as the ref raises their arms in victory.

Ring Announcer : Winners of the match and NEW SWAT Tag Team Champions! The Rookie David Vector AND Psychotic GOTH!!!!

Blake Samuels: Wowee! What an upset!

[Marsh is cursing on the outside and Osland looks very frustrated but this is Vectors moment]



["Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits and David is staring proudly at the belt, Goth looking at him with admiration and respect.]
--

Blake Samuels: "Are you crying?"

Andrew Fulton: "It's the wind."

Blake Samuels: "What wind?"

Andrew Fulton: 'That Blaze is drunk with power. How dare she flip the script last minute and add David Vector and Psychotic Goth to the match! I demand a re-count!"

Blake Samuels: "You're losing it."

Andrew Fulton: "I can't believe the two coolest guys in SWAT just lost their titles to THOSE TWO!!! Argh!"

Blake Samuels: "It was only a matter of time. Their egos are far too big, and eventually one of them was going to flip up. Plain and Simple."

Andrew Fulton: "Whats next. I can't stand to think about this any longer."

Blake Samuels: "The top prize in Northern Pro Wrestling is on the line. Two very capable challengers who have earned this opportunity. Something inside of me thinks that this match is only the beginning!"

Andrew Fulton: "I like that Neo James Carner Guy. He says what he thinks and he isn't going to sugar coat it for anyone. As for Donzig, well, he basically rules SWAT with an Iron Fist. I just happen to be close personal friend of his."

Blake Samuels: "As far as I knew, Donzig doesn't have any friends."

[Hype.]

[Flash.]

[The 4th Annual Cruiserweight Cup.]

[Willard Manchester Was the 1st.]

[Tyrone Walker Was The 2nd.]

[Eron Hunter Was The 3rd.]

[Who Will Be The 4th?]

[Eight Men Will Vie To Be The Winner.]

[Jay Stevens Will Make This His 3rd Appearance.]

[Seven First Time Entrants.]

[THE BEST Cruiserweight Competitors in the CWA.]

[Who Will Emerge Victorious?]

[Coming Soon.]

[January 2022.]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

--

[Let's go to the Ring.]

The lights go down, and suddenly there is an explosion of pyros and lights as the Killers' version of 'Viva Las Vegas' started to blast across the arena.

[...]





A number of red feather clad dancing girls came from the back, flashing huge fans to reveal sequins and glitter as they danced together before forming a chrous line on the ramp. They kicked and spun in a slow circle, before their ranks parted as they continued to sway to the beat. Shaking their feathers, and then more show girls came out, these ones in white and gold, and they formed a row as two of them walked out arm in arm with the rather Ric Flair robed looking Neo James Carner. the girls drew back, and he lifted his arms with another burst of sparks and pyro.

Ring Announcer: Entering the ring at this time, representing the Revenants! The Immaculate Maestro Of A Million Moves, he is NEEEEEEEEEEEO JAMES CAAAAAAARNERRRRRR!

The fans chant 'REV IT UP!' as the show girls help NJC get the robes off, and he smirks as he watches them go before he heads down the ramp. He climbs inside of the ring, shaking his head with a smirk before he leans back against the ropes to wait.

The Ring announcer shrugs, and steps back to the middle of the ring.

But before he can speak, the lights die to plunge the arena into blackness. A burst of flames, and the lights return an angry red. 







One gets the impression, that Donzig flubbed the cues as he bursts from the back to glare at the fans from behind his mask. He stands at the top of the ramp, tearing off his long leather coat before he stalks back and forth. Swearing and cursing at the fans from behind his mask.

Ring Announcer: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He is the man who broke Paul Soutter, he is called the King in the North! They call him the Scooooooourge! THIS IS DOOOOOOOOOONZIG!

Donzig is clearly in a fury, reaching up to remove his mask before he heads down the ramp as the fans jeer. He pauses at the bottom passing the mask to an attendant, before lifting his head to let his eyes narrow on the SWAT private box behind the fans. His ire now clearly directed at Blaze Freya before he spits, and grabs the bottom rope to slide into the ring. He shoves the ring announcer aside, and points at Neo James Carner. 

He is yelling, and Neo James Carner smirks with a shake of his head before Donzig walks over to the corner to lean back in it with a snort. His eyes narrowed on the ramp, and the ring announcer moves forward again.

Ring Announcer: And their opponent, he is the reigning and defending North American Double Crown Champion! He is the Canadian Nightmare! They call him the MURDER LIZARD! JESSE JAMESTER!

[...]





Music blares over the sound system of the arena. Green and white lights to flicker down on a circle near the entrance. Out steps the long haired grizzly vet, Jesse Jamester. Dressed in his black tights, knee brace on his left leg visible, white boots with black laces, with signature pistols on each boot, and pistols crossing on his crotch with the initials "JJ" between them. Fists taped up, black elbow pad on his right arm, the tattooed and scars visible from neck to abdomen. Around his waist is the North American Double Crown Championship, shining under the lights, as Jesse Jamester takes his walk to the ring, soaking in the crowd's reception of him.

As he approaches the ring side area, he steps up on the second step of the ring steps, cracking his neck, shrugging the shoulders, he grabs the middle rope and steps between them, gliding into the ring in a fluid motion. He throws his fists up for a fight, before raising both arms up over his head as he leans on the ropes facing the fans. Music begins to fade out.

The fans in Las Vegas were clearly in the corner of Jesse Jamester as the three men faced off in the ring, the referee looking not at all happy to be stuck in the center of this match. Neo James Carner was looking between Donzig and the Canadian Nightmare, and Jesse was urging the pair onward.

Donzig as always looked bored, and took his eyes off the other two for a minute to throw a string of curses at the crowd. They booed in response, and Donzig smirked before he looked back to the pair.

NJC muttered something to Donzig, jerking his head at Jesse. And then the pair ran at the big man, throwing wild punches as they shoved him into the corner. They stomped away at him, and then Neo James Carner drew back to lift his arms in triumph. Mocking the crowd it seemed who was booing the double team.

Jesse Jamester needed no invitation to take the opening, surging to his feet with a roar to fairly throw Donzig to the outside. Then he grabbed Carner, flinging him into the corner before he started to throw stiff chops that drew loud cheers from the fans. He glared angrily, and then moved backwards to run into the corner with a huge boot driven into NJC's face.

The Rev staggered, and dropped to the mat as Jesse glared at him. But Donzig slithered back into the ring, chair in hand as he launched himself at Jesse as he turned at the roar of the fans. The chair cracked across his back once, then twice, and Donzig went for a third before Jesse ripped it away.

Donzig barely ducked out of the way of the return swing that almost took off his head. And he started driving stiff kicks into Jesse's leg, hammering at his thigh and knees before Jesse came around again to slam a huge fist into that snarling face. Donzig fell backwards, shaking his head as Jesse lifted the chair over his head.

But NJC grabbed the chair, jerking it away before he lifted it again. But the King of Violence had clearly gotten tired of this nonsense, and his fist slammed into the chair. It cracked into Carner's face, and the Rev fell as the fans went wild. Jesse glared down at him, then hauled him to his feet to deliver a brutal looking Snap Suplex into the chair.

But Donzig wasted no time, running at Jesse to start battering him with fists and elbows. Jesse shoved him backwards, and grabbed Donzig by the throat as he came back in. He shoved him towards the corner, but Donzig came back in with a clothesline! The fans booed, and Jesse stumbled a step before he was hit with another clothesline.

Jesse shook his head, a hand lifting as Donzig hit the ropes to come in for a third. But this time, Jesse grabbed Donzig to flip him backwards with a huge modified T-bone Suplex! The place exploded, and Jesse grabbed for the chair.

But Neo James Carner was waiting, and rolled him up out of nowhere.

1...

And Jesse kicked out, rolling back to his feet to glare at the Revenant. NJC wasted no time, and he came in with a huge axe kick as Jesse rose. He then ran across the ring, nailing Donzig with a Spinning Hangman Neckbreaker. Donzig dropped, and Neo James Carner wasted no time in running back across the ring to send Jesse crashing down with a chop block.

The fans booed, and Neo James Carner went for the armbar! But Donzig ran across the ring, and hit him with a running knee. NJC bounced into the ropes, and Donzig leapt on him throwing punch after punch with a stream of curses. He drove NJC into the corner, and then bent down to bite at his eyebrow.

Ripping and tearing as NJC howled, and tried to get away.

Jesse of course, had seen enough and ran across the ring to grab Donzig from behind. And he spun him around, throwing a few elbows into the face of the Scourge before he hit a Russian Leg Sweep that sent Donzig sprawling.

Donzig rolled to the outside, and Jesse turned his attention to the rising Neo James Carner who was checking at his face. He ran in, smashing elbow into his face before he ripped him away from the ropes to nail a Snap Brainbuster!

NJC was out, and Jesse went for the cover.

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....

2....

And the Ref was yanked to the outside, dropped with a punch as Donzig sneered at the King of Violence. He wagged a finger, screaming 'No, no, no!' as the fans booed.

Jesse glared at him, then moved to climb to the outside. Donzig ran at him, battering away at the Canadian Nightmare before Jesse shoved him backwards into the barricade. The fans cheered, and Jesse ran in firing off big rights and lefts before he grabbed Donzig to fling him towards the stairs.

But Donzig reversed, and Jesse crashed into the stairs with a loud boom as the fans booed. The Scourge flipped them off, and turned back to his business only to be levelled by a dive between the ropes by NJC!

All three men were down, and the fans were going wild.

Carner was up first, and he delivered a few stomps to Donzig before he turned his attention to the rising Jesse. He ran forward, and hit one of the stairs to drive a huge forearm into Jesse's face. The fans exploded in boos, and Carner kipped up before he grabbed Jesse's knee to deliver a few hard stomps on it.

He was clearly enjoying punishing the King of Violence, and mocked the crowd as he dragged him over to the stairs. He laid Jesse's arm across it, and then started to lift te other part of the stairs.

But Donzig cracked a kendo stick across his back, the stairs dropped away. Carner turned, and the stick snapped across his chest with two quick shots. He howled, stumbling away as Donzig chased him cracking the stick across his head.

Carner turned to fight, going to trap the stick between his arm and his body. But Donzig yanked it forward, slamming an elbow into his face. The fans seemed to like that, and Carner fell against the ring before dropping.

Donzig ran at Jesse as he rose, and dropped a hard elbow as he drove the kendo stick into his back. And Jesse howled, Donzig wasted no time in shoving it across his mouth to force it open. Yanking the Canadian's Nightmare's head back, arching his neck as he jerked from side to side violently. Jesse clawed at his hands, grabbing at the stick to try and force it back.

The hold was released and Jesse rubbed at his jaw as he started to rise, grabbing the stick. But Donzig was ready, and he dove off the ring to nail a huge Tornado DDT! The King of Violence was down, and Donzig rose to his feet laughing wildly before he ran to drive a huge knee into Neo James Carner.

Then he settled onto the edge of the ring, clapping his own back before he slid off.

He walked back and forth, clearly scheming before he started to tear back the mat on the floor. Exposing the cement floor before he spat, and he grabbed NJC to drag him over as he looked back at the exposed concrete.

'NPW! NPW! NPW!'

The King of Violence charged in, grabbing Donzig to fling him at the barricade. He grabbed him again, roaring in rage as he flung him at the side of the apron before he grabbed his head to charge the Scourge head first into the ring post!

The place exploded, and Donzig sprawled against the barricade as blood ran down his head. Jesse dragged him to his feet, and dropped him hard on the apron before he threw him inside.

Jesse Jamester rolled inside, and he threw his fists in the air before he crouched down in the corner as he waited for the Lord of Chaos to rise.

RUNNING KNEE!

Donzig is sent falling to the mat, and Jesse walks back over only to hit with a huge Polish Hammer from Neo James Carner who dives over the ropes. That blow followed by another, and then he turns before Neo James Carner goes for a belly to bell suplex! The place explodes in boos, and NJC smirks as he grabs Jesse's arm to lock on the armbar!

The Canadian Nightmare claws for the ropes, yanking himself forward as the fans urge the Champion on.

But Donzig is back on his feet, and runs forward before dropping a huge elbow on NJC's head.

Donzig looks back and forth, and then runs to jump off the middle rope to crash down on NJC with a Middle Rope Lionsault!

He makes the cover, but the Ref is slowly climbing to his feet on the outside.

Jesse Jamester is back on his feet, holding his shoulder before Donzig runs at him with a scream of rage. But Jesse grabs him, nailing a thunderous Tilt-a-Whirl Slam! The place explodes in cheers, and Donzig falls to the outside.

The Champion glares at Carner, then walks across the ring to lock on the Maker of Madness! The fans eat it up, cheering as Jesse yanks back on Carner's legs, knee planted in his back as he tightens the hold.

Carner howls, and reaches for the ropes but finally starts to tap!

BUT THE REF STILL ON THE OUTSIDE DOESN'T SEE IT!

Jesse swears, still maintaining the hold as he shouts at the ref. But Carner snags the forgotten chair, and wildly starts swinging back over his shoulders to batter at Jesse. The hold is broken, and the Champion stumbles only to be driven to knees by a shot across his spine.

Carner makes his move, locking on the Dragon Sleeper! He yanks Jesse backwards, ripping him backwards as he hooks the legs as he deepens the hold. Jesse grabs for the ropes, but Carner drags him backwards as the ref finally slides inside.

And then Donzig grabs Carner from the outside, dragging his head under the ropes before hammering a few elbows into his face before the hold is broken.

The fans give a mixed cheer as Donzig yanks Carner to the outside, hauling him to his feet before he buries his boot in his stomach before he nails the Event Horizon! This time the crowd pops, and Donzig ducks under the ring again!

And he comes out with a bat wrapped in barbed wire, that he holds in the air before slamming it against the floor. Then he cracks it across the back of the slowly rising NJC, blood flowing before he rolls inside.

Jesse is back on his feet, and motions for Donzig to bring it on! And the Scourge snarls, and the bat swings wildly battering Jesse backwards as the Canadian Nightmare covers up. Blood welling up from his arms and shoulders, and then Donzig nearly clobbers the ref as he pressed him into the corner.

Jesse's hand snaps upward, grabbing the bat to tear it away from his grasp as the fans cheer wildly. And then the Bat is snapped across Donzig's head, and the Scourge stumbles before Jesse starts laying across his back with it. The place is going wild now, and Jesse hooks it across his chest and neck before hitting a huge Russian Leg Sweep!

He goes for the pin, and the ref dives for the count!

1...

...

2...

DONZIG KICKS OUT!

Jesse looks at the stunned ref, and the fans chant NPW as he rises to his feet. He rolls to the outside, and reaches under the ring to drag out a table. He flings it inside, and then starts to sit it up.

The fans approve, and Jesse hauls Donzig upwards to slam him down over it! The Scourge is bleeding and battered, but the Canadian Nightmare knows what he is up against. He climbs the turnbuckle, pointing at Donzig before he goes for the Frozen Fear!

But NJC is on the outside, and shoves Jesse off to land on the floor with a crash. The place goes wild with boos, and the Man of a Million Moves leaps to the turnbuckle with ill intentions.

NJC leaps off, attempting a moonsault as the fans cheer!

BUT HE CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE AS DONZIG ROLLS OFF!

Carner holds at his ribs, kicking his feet as he struggles to rise. Donzig shakes his bloodied head, spitting before he grabs his legs to lock on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf! He leans backwards, screaming at the ref as NJC claws at the mat trying to break the hold!

The place is going nuts, but here comes the Canadian Nightmare! His boot sending Donzig sprawling as he storms around the ring, grabbing NJC first to lift him for the Jesterplex!

The ring shakes, and then he turns to grab the rising Donzig for another!

The fans go wild, cheering for Jesse as he drags them together before piling them up for the cover!

1....

....2...

.....Th...

KICKOUT!

'FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!'

Jesse shakes his head, clearly stunned as he hauls NJC upwards before flinging him at the ropes before turning him inside out with a huge clothesline. The fans pop, and then he turns only to be caught with lowblow by Donzig! The Scourge laughs, cackling as he wipes blood from his face before he walks over to grab the bat. He starts ripping barbed wire from the bat, tearing it away as he swears.

He holds the tangled length of wire over his head, and then runs over to start tearing and gouging at Jesse through his mask. Trying to tangle it around his throat, and then the Champion's head snaps forward. Head butting him, that blow followed by another before Donzig drops back.

Jesse grabs the barbed wire, and starts to wrap it around his forearms with a glare. He then grabs Donzig locking on the Nemesis Lock as the fans go crazy! They are on their feet, and the Scourge howls as he claws at the mat. Pulling his way forward slowly for the ropes, but Jesse's foot stops him.

Donzig is starting to fade, but NJC runs across the ring to drive a knee into Jesse's head to break the hold! The fans sigh, booing as NJC shoves Donzig to the outside before he turns to motion for Jesse to rise.

SYMPHO-KNEE!

Jesse drops, and NJC makes the cover as the fans boo!

1...

....

....2...

.....

....

Jesse kicks out! Jesse kicks out!

The fans are on their feet, and NJC grabs at the ref. He is fuming, swearing and shaking the ref before pushing him away. And he turns back to Jesse, but Donzig grabs his leg to tear him from the ring.

NJC lands, and turns around only to planted with a DDT on the exposed concrete! He is busted open, and the fans chant 'HOLY SHIT!' as he sprawls. Donzig grins, spitting blood as his eyes lock on the rising Jesse.

He rolls inside, and the Scourge faces off with the King of Violence once more before Donzig lifts a finger to beckon the bigger man on. His eyes are wild with hate and bloodlust, and Jesse roars as he charges in. Throwing punches and kicks, shoving Donzig towards the corner as the fans eat it up.

But Donzig turns back, pushing Jesse into the corner before he starts throwing huge rights of his own. Then Donzig backs up, screaming as he grabs Jesse to nail a 25:17 on the steel chair.

Jesse sprawls on the mat, and Donzig wipes a hand across his mouth before he climbs the ropes. He glares at the fans, and then dives off with a huge elbow drop!

1....

2....

.....

NJC Makes the SAVE!!

Donzig is livid! But how does he have left in the tank> He went all out for that elbow drop and that should've been it! He should be the New North American Double Crown!

NJC shoves Donzig off, and now he's going for the cover!

This is a travesty.

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2



NO!! 

Donzig makes the save! Jesse is really out of it here, as he could've been pinned twice by that effort from Donzig. Now the Scourge and The Greyhound are both getting to their feet. Both men want to claim the championship and earn themselves the top spot within Northern Pro Wrestling. Both men would make tremendous champions, much to Gus Arnold's chagrin.

Right hand from Donzig.

Right Hand From Neo.

Right Hand From Donzig.

Neo is buckled!

Stunner coming up, but Neo pushes him away.

WHACK!

Superkick from Neo drops Donzig. Neo follows it up, looking for a Brain Buster, but Donzig slips out of it. Kick to the gut..


STUNNER!!

He got it all!!

JESTERPLEX! 

Jesse crept back into the fray and hit Donzig with it right after he hit NJC with the stunner. That took a lot of effort and Jesse is clearing wearing the beating he has taken thus far tonight as he is laying on the mat, trying to foster up the energy to make the cover. Neo is out, Donzig is out, and Jesse isn't much better. 

Jesse looking down at Neo, we see him talk about a bounty! How he has felt over these past six months with all of the violence he has had to endure. His family has been put in the hospital and it's all coming to a head. Jesse is firmly locked in on Neo here, as Donzig is starting to get to his feet. Jesse tosses Donzig over the top rope.

DEADMAN"S GRAVE!! Jesse just picked up Neo and drove him to the mat full force. Jesse slumps over top of him


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2.





3!


He did it! Somehow, Jesse Jamester has retained the North American Double Crown.

Donzig hears the bell and looks up in a panic, which quickly turns to disgust!

The referee is handed The North American Double Crown to Jesse.

STUNNER!

OH MY!

Donzig just stunned Jesse into next week. The Scourge picks up the North American Double Crown. The crowd is livid. Donzig uses the gold plates as a mirror to marvel in his madness. Donzig smiles and rubs his chin, before dropping the title down on the fallen 'Murder Lizard' who is laying motionless in the middle of the ring.

Donzig has been chasing Jesse for months now. They finally get to have their moment in the ring, and Jesse is able to prevail and retain his championship. Neo James Carner was game, and certainly made a statement as a major player in the CWA. One has to believe that he's in line for major opportunities. But for now, we watch as Donzig is the only man standing at the moment. The referee is finally able to usher Donzig away, but the damage has been done.

No Celebration.

No Glory.

No Parade.

Donzig has seen to that. He's the only one still standing. Donzig looks at the chaos and rubs his hands together.

"It's only a matter of Time Gus."

Donzig grabbed a ringside camera and spoke to the NPW owner.

"Look at your boy now."

The referee is finally successful in ushering Donzig out of the ring. His message was sent, and it appears as though he will stop at nothing until he gets his hands on Jesse Jamester in a 1 on 1 match. With the Cruiserweight Cup being his next conquest, it's safe to say it'll be a few weeks away before it can logistically take place. In the interim, The North American Double Crown resides with Jesse Jamester. But one thing is clear - he's a hunted man. The talent pool in Northern Pro Wrestling have their eyes fixated on his championship and they're coming for him.

[Cut.]

Andrew Fulton: "I love Donzig. He's the best wrestler in the world.

Blake Samuels: "He's psychotic."

Andrew Fulton: "That might be true but he backs up his words with action. He had this match won, and Jesse was fortunate. His days are numbered."

Blake Samuels: "I beg to differ. I've had the privilege of watching Jesse overcome all odds over the past year to rightfully stake his claim at the top of Northern Pro Wrestling.

Andrew Fulton: "Gus Arnold better put these two men in the ring together for a 1 on 1. The fans demand it!"

Blake Samuels: "I'm impressed with Neo James Carner. He showed me a lot tonight and in the lead up to this contest. He is someone to watch in 2022, as I believe it's only a matter of time before he has championship gold around his waist."

[Cut.]

[Hype.]

[Here We Are.]

[Two Main Event Players.]

[Two Legends.]

[One Prize.]

[To Be The 1st.]

[To Be The Only.]

[To Be THE World Champion.]

[Jeff Andrews.]

[vs.]

[Chris Card.]

[The Winner Will Be Recognized As The Top Champion in the Continental Wrestling Alliance.]

[The Winner Will Pack Their Bags for Japan.]

[It's Time!]

[Cut.]

--

Blake Samuels: "There is nothing left to do, but to crown the First CWA World Heavyweight Champion. You could search high and low and you wouldn't find two better wrestlers than Jeff Andrews and Chris Card."

Andrew Fulton: "Where exactly is Deadman's Crossing?" 

Blake Samuels: "It exists. Maybe you should visit sometime?"

Andrew Fulton: "Like, Death Valley? No Thanks."

Blake Samuels: "You act like such a tough guy all of the time, but when push comes to shove you're a total..."

Andrew Fulton: "Beat it Samuels. Don't disrespect your elders."

Blake Samuels: "Fair enough. Chris Card brings a wealth of experience and the technical prowess to stand in the ring with anyone in the world on their best day."

Andrew Fulton: "Quit kissing Ass. Let's get this show on the road. I want to know who my new favourite wrestler is going be."  


[Here.]


[We.]


[Go.]


RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

DING DING DING!