Lethal Lottery Day # 2
Nov 9, 2020 21:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Oh-Oh on Nov 9, 2020 21:33:37 GMT -5
Before the first match of the evening could get underway, and during the spot that is traditionally reserved for Gus Arnold to welcome the fans to the venue...
[TIMELESS!]
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Timeless 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 Timeless.]
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!"
What’s up Mississauga?
Roxylishus: (grabbing the mic) "Can it Vermin! Like we give a shit!"
Timeless: "That’s right! What we do care about, is this Only Star running around town yapping his gums like he thinks he owns the place or something. Dane! Come the end of this Lottery, you are in for one BIG shock. You will be filled with sorrow, disappointment, and inner doubts of your abilities, much like these peons here at the Powerade Centre tonight."
There is only one problem …. I can’t wait until the Final! I want to knock someone out right here! Right Now!
So, what do you say Dane? You wanna dance?
[Eric Dane emerges from the back. The Former World Champion is rubbing his hands together. Dane pullsout a mic … then drops it and cracks his knuckles, glaring at the ring and starts to advance.]
[From nowhere Scott Steel enters the ring behind Timeless and Roxylishus, and he clobbers Timeless in the back of the head with a steel chair. The big man then wraps his meathook of a hand around the throat of Timeless and goes to lift him up and Roxylishus charges Steel and starts clubbing him and he wraps his other hand around her throat no selling her shots and hoists them BOTH up and WHAM! DOUBLE CHOKE SLAM TO THE MAT! BOTH TIMELESS AND ROXYLISHUS ARE LEFT FLATTENED!]
[Eric Dane is laughing at the bottom of the ramp way and tapping his head as if to say that he is too smart, Steel raising his arms in the air in ecstasy after the brutal move. We watch as Timeless and Roxy lay unconscious in the middle of the ring. Dane encourages Steel's actions, and uses the situation at hand to send warning to anyone who might have similar ideas - this isn't a one man show - this is most definitely an alliance that has been built around necessity and it doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. ]
[The final shot is of Eric Dane and Scott Steel at the top of the ramp.]
--
[Backstage.]
We cut to the parking lot area where Jay Stevens is arriving. Unlike most nights in the past, Jay isn't alone. Instead, Jay has brought 3/4ths of 'The Wrecking Crew' with him. One might argue that the timing of this couldn't be better, as one would have to ascertain that Esteban Fuentes, Manuel Mayorga and Santiago Ortega might be looking for some semblance of revenge.
Jay is smiling from ear to ear, as he seems completely tickled that his crew was able to make it to the building to see him in action.
'Kid Dynamite' Nicole Anderson walks with some pep in her step. Jordan Neal walks a step or two behind Jay and Nicole, flexing his broad fame that appears to be chiseled out of stone.
In what should be classified as the biggest opportunity in Jay Stevens' career up until this point has clearly been eventuated by the presence of his friends who wanted to be at ringside to cheer him on.
[Cut.]
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Adrian King & Joe Ghaven vs. John Cavanagh & Brad Swann
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In the first Lethal Lottery qualifier of the evening, we were treated to a hard hitting affair. "The Iron Bear" Joe Ghaven is hot off of the heels of a very successful run in the Tag Team Turmoil portion of End of Days, and appears even more focused on becoming a superstar with each passing day. Across the ring from him, were two men who were used to being considered major players from their respective circles - but would both be making their respective debuts in Northern Pro Wrestling. John Cavanagh is a former World Champion, and ought be classified as a very dangerous man wherever and whenever he steps foot inside of the ring. His partner is an XHF Superstar that needs no introduction - "The King" Brad Swann.
Much to the chagrin of this 'dream team' of sorts, they struggled executing any impactful offence on the "Iron Bear". Ghaven was fit to the test, and eager to exert dominance in the match. An early highlight was an attempted Flying Cross Body from Brand Swann, in which he was caught in mid-air by Ghaven, and then launched into his tag team partner Cavanagh, wiping both men out of the ring for a brief moment. This brought the NPW faithful to their feet, as they had become quite fond of Joe Ghaven since his debut within the company - coupled with the fact that he is teaming with Gordon Carlson or a regular basis certainly doesn't hurt.
Ghaven seemed reluctant to tag Adrian King into the match, which might be a surprise to some. Adrian comes from a wrestling family, and has etched his own path to success over the past year in the North East. Perhaps it was merely the fact that Joe and Adrian hadn't had an opportunity to get acquainted prior to the event, and thus might be leery of how to best interact. Perhaps sensing Ghaven's apprehension, King decided to tag himself into the match when Ghaven walked into their corner to talk strategy. This act drew the ire of Ethan Mills on the outside who seemed to resent King's actions.
At this point. Brad Swann was back in the ring, and he wasted little time working 'AK' over. You could sense the level of reprieve that Swann and Cavanagh must've felt as they were no longer forced to deal with the 400 pound mountain of a man, and could now freely execute some of their best offence with much less resistance. A Small Package Bomb from Swann caught Adrian clean, and awarded him a near fall.
Swann felt comfortable in his partnership with Cavanagh, and the two tagged in and out seamlessly whenever it made sense. Can slammed Adrian in the middle of the ring, so Swann could execute his heavenly headbutt from the top rope. The impact was massive, and the colouring around Adrian's cheek seemed to come to the surface almost immediately. Can made the cover, but yanked King up before the referee could count to three. This brought Ghaven into the ring, and the referee admonished I'm and tried to send him back. This brought Swann back into the ring, where he and Can executed a HighLow attack on King, further flattening him.
Swann exited the ring quickly, and grabbed the tag rope. This is where Cav felt he was in total control, and perhaps with some level of familiarity there, Cav felt that King wasn't on his level, and this brought forth the appropriate level of confidence.
Cavanagh picked King up off the mat, and with force threw him backwards on his head with a german suplex. Cav winked over at Ghaven, who seemed to feel helpless, knowing that there wasn't much he could do while not being the legal man in the match. Cav then went to the mat and punished King with some ground and pound before transitioning into his patented 'Celtic Deathlock' submission. King was the worse for wear prior to the hold being applied, and it didn't take long for him to pass out in the hold due to the pressure and torque exhibited from "The One Man Dynasty."
Winners: "The King" Brad Swann & "The One Man Dynasty" John Cavanagh via 'Celtic Deathlock' -- 10:25
Once the match was officially over, "The Iron Bear" entered the ring, and seemed disappointed at the loss, as he felt he had prepared himself for victory in the lead up to the contest. The antagonists were nowhere to be found, and clearly wanted to pat themselves on their backs for a job well done, as opposed to tussling with a man that was twice their size.
Ghaven knelt down to check on Adrian King, who was starting to come to. At that point, Swann and Cavanagh had made their way to the top of the ramp, and celebrated once more before disappearing backstage.
--
[Backstage.]
We open on someone walking through a group of people, NPW officials, to get into the arena. We start on a ground shot, panning up until we get to a shiny gold belt around his waist. The X*Crown Championship. We cut to show Dylan's face, wading through to the locker room area where all the wrestlers stay. As he's getting closer, he hears a voice cut through the mindless chatter around him.
?: "Hey, new fish, where do you think you’re goin’?"
Dylan looks to see two figures blocking the path. The one in the back imposing, and the other a cocky snake in front. Eric Dane and Scott Steel. Dylan makes his way towards Dane, just trying to get by but the duo block his path. There's a bit of tension as Dylan stares down Dane.
Black: "My locker room. Now if you'll excuse me-"
Dane: "Ah ah ah! I don’t know you, and this is my locker room. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Black: "Actually, if you did a bit of research, or guided your eyes to this..."
He points down to the X*Crown, around his waist.
Black: "I'm shocked you're not familiar with a championship you'd strived for many months ago."
Dane scoffs.
Dane: "Maybe you wanna check the tape there, bud, but Maverick challenged me when he had the X*Crown, not the other way around."
The Only Star pokes his chest out.
Dane: "Maybe you ain’t familiar with me, kid, but understand I don’t give a shit what outlaw mud-show bullshit you come from or what Network you represent with that belt, when you set foot in Northern Pro Wrestling, you either kiss the ring, or you kiss your sweet ass goodbye!"
Steel sneers and cracks his knuckles behind The Only Star. Dane gestures to him.
Dane: "If ya don’t like it, I know a guy that’d love nothing more than to drop you on your head until you either figure it out or you stop twitching."
He grins.
Dane: "And if you think you got the big balls to step to me, the soon to be only Champion that matters across the entire Network, then I got absolutely no problem giving you a free wrestling lesson. Do yourself a favor and don’t give me a reason to make you the first example of what happens to outsiders when they set foot in Only Star country. Capiche?"
Eric crosses his arms defiantly, not giving an inch. Dylan raises an eyebrow.
Black: "Well let me set you straight, Dane. After the catastrophic failure that was the title-for-title match, Gus contacted me. Said he needed a real man to show these country bumpkins how a real champion works. You, Carlson and Timeless all embarrassed NPW. And seeing that I know a thing or two about representing championships with "Crown" in the name, Gus and I believe I'll be the perfect representative for NPW going forward."
They walk a circle around each other, eyeing the other up and down. Steel goes to move in, but Dane throws a hand up to stop him.
Dane: "Let it ride, killer, the kid’s got chutzpah."
Dylan rolls his eyes.
Dane: "If he’s hot shit like he thinks he is, he’ll be standing across from me at the end of the Lethal Rumble. That’s when we’ll find out who’s made of what. Until then, he ain’t worth our time."
A tense moment passes before Dane and Steel step aside, allowing the X*Crown Champion to make his way through. Scott Steel looks fit to burst, and Dane has a curious, mildly impressed look on his face as we cut back to ringside.
--
Special Challenge Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Andrew Brookes vs. Nicholas Windsor
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The evenings special bout began with a collar and elbow tie up, Brookes taking the opening exchange and showing his experience in the ring. Andrew Brookes lead with a technical prowess that picked his opponent apart. Nicholas Windsor was able to reverse into his own holds yet continued to be one step behind Brookes.
With a surfer stretch applied to Windsor, Brookes appeared to be in a great position to wear the bigger man down. Grounding his opponent was the game plan this evening, and Brookes had accomplished that ten-fold from the time the bell rang. Brookes would work the shoulder and arm of Windsor, keeping him to the mat, and using the legs to immobilize his opponent.
Windsor retreated out of the ring to catch a break as soon as he reached the ropes for a break, and Brookes attempted to follow but the referee stopped him. Windsor paced the corner of the ring, gathering his composure. Before long Brookes dipped out behind the referee’s back as he started the ten count. Rounding the corner Brookes goes for a clothesline but Windsor baited him, flipping him over his back onto the cold outside pad covering the cement floor. The thud her throughout the arena, fans cheering it on!
With that the momentum of the match shifted, as the air sailed from Brookes after the fall on the outside. Windsor would toss Brookes into the ring and begin a series of suplexes to keep his lead. A dragon suplex would be the setup as a groggy Andrew Brookes tried to regain his footing. Windsor delivered a thunderous back suplex sideslam that he calls London Falling. A near fall would believe Windsor was close to the victory, with a two count, Brookes would shoot a shoulder up. Arriving at the ropes, Windsor went for an irish whip again, Brookes countered, slinging the bigger Brit with a wicked arm drag and holding on!
The crowd pumped by the counter, cheering Brooks and Windsor respectfully as these two technicians dish out their arsenals on one another. Brookes clamps the first arm, then goes for the second, extending his hand to the wrist of Windsor. As Brookes touches the wrist Windsor rolled over and stood to a knee, Brookes rolled over towards the ropes, Windsor ran forward, timing the elbow, and delivering a hellacious uppercut that rocks Andrew Brooks towards the ropes. Using his momentum Windsor delivered the Kingdom Krunch, a pumphandle tombstone, and picked up the pin fall.
Winner: Nicholas Windsor via Kingdom Krunch -- (13:12)
Nicholas Windsor stood over his fallen foe, and a smirk crept over his face. The referee raised his hand high, and Windsor basked in all of the glory that goes along with a successful debut in the burgeoning promotion.
--
[Backstage.]
The camera opens up in the back where we see a moderately sized, beefy ball of hair and anger standing with his back to the camera. He is seen bobbing up and down. A closer look reveals he is shoving as much food as he can fit in his mouth with large, sloppy gulps.
Primal: "This may be the only redeeming quality of civilization. A free smorgasbord."
He sloppily sprays as he says it and contaminates the whole catering area with his slobber. Primal clearly has no one on his mind but himself. Two security guards approach him and tell him it's time to leave. He snarls at them spraying them with bits and bobs of this and that from the platter he has assembled. He appears to have made a sandwich with two pieces of grilled chicken as the bread, cracker sized cheese slices in the middle, smeared with cranberry sauce and mayonnaise, with the centerpiece of the sandwich being the "lovely" combo of tuna salad and spam. He also has a hefty helping of poutine on his plate which he now throws at the guards.
Guard 1: "Oh that's sick. Sir it's time for you to get ready for your match! PLEASE STOP!"
Guard 2: "Come with us animal!"
They grab Primal by the arms and he struggles with them before getting a stable base and hiptossing them through the table. He laughs and grabs his plate. He turns around and there standing behind him watching the carnage is the one true King of Destiny, Brad Swann. Primal breaks into a grin.
Primal: "Heh heh heh ... hello ... my liege"
He mockingly bows. Swann's face shifts to disgust.
Primal:"Oh relax I am not here for you ... tonight. Besides you are one of the few people in this tournament I actually think has actual potential. After all... it was me who handed you the key to beating Dreadvan for the XHF European Championship oh so long ago."
Swann smirks as he thinks back on it.
Primal:"We may well end up enemies in this tournament as I intend to take what's mine. ... But my original offer still stands. If you call when the time is right and give me something I want ... I can help you get what YOU want. Think on it, majesty."
Primal walks away to get ready for his match ... not bothering to clean his mess or himself. Swann simply looks at the mayhem and thinks on Primal's words.
--
[Backstage.]
Solomon Graham is in the locker room. Next to him, on his left hand side are his bags (one for gear, one for street clothes) and on his right side… is the only person that ever truly understood him. His wife, Selena Firehouse, who has noticed that Sol is not… particularly happy at this exact moment, and is trying to console him.
Selena: “Sol… come on now. What’s the matter?”
Sol looks up, just staring across the locker room to the front door.
Sol: “Goddamn. I just… I just don’t know what to say. I put my heart and soul into this federation. Perhaps… it’s time.”
Selena: “Time for what, hun’? Talk to me.”
Sol: “It’s time…”
He then turns his head to finally meet the eyes of his wife.
Sol: “To leave NPW behind.”
Selena… doesn’t know what to say. One loss and all of a sudden, it’s like the man she fell in love with was gone. Like he’s been replaced… with a quitter. Well… she’s not having it. She gives a slight smile and says…
Selena: “No… here’s what’s gonna happen.”
She then stands up, moves in front of her husband and bends down to meet his eyes.
Selena: “You’re going to get up, dust yourself off, get back out there and kick some more ass! You’re not done with NPW and NPW SURE as hell ain’t done with you!”
It seems like Sol’s not even paying attention.
Sol: “I’m not so sure they aren’t.”
Selena notices a twinge of anger in Sol’s eye. She stands up and turns her head… and behind her, on the door that leads to the hallway, she notices a Lord Dominicus poster. She looks back… and Sol’s gone. We then hear a ROAR that could only be made by a man with Autism, and we hear the tearing of paper. Selena looks back to see that Sol has somehow made it from the bench in front of her, to the door with the poster on it to tear it down. He crumples up whatever scraps of it he has into a ball… but by the time he does, Selena has managed to make it over to him.
Selena: “SOLOMON!!!”
She hugs him… and he does the one thing that a wrestler should never do: Cry. At this point, it is abundantly clear that Solomon is more than just a wrestler. He is human, just the same as the rest of us. And like other humans, he has problems and he isn’t perfect. Selena shushes him and tries again to console him, but it isn’t as easy.
Sol: “WHY?!” *sniffle* “WHY HIM?!? WHY DID THEY CHOOSE HIM?!”
Selena: “Shhhh, shh shh shhhh… it’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna bounce back, I know you are. You always do.”
As Selena is consoling Sol, in walks Danuwaanalihi, concerned over the racket he heard not too long ago he peeks his head into the room.
Danuwaanalihi: “Hey man, what’s going on?”
Selena: “He’s not doing great. He saw…”
Sol tenses up for a moment.
Sol: *sniffle* “Don’t say it! Don’t say his name!”
Selena closes her eyes… to hide that now, she’s starting to tear up herself. But soon after, she opens them again.
Selena: “He saw a poster of…” *mouths Dominicus’s name* “...and he snapped. He… he’s having a Panic Attack.”
Danuwaanalihi: “Don’t sweat that wannabe evil cartoon. He just got lucky. It’s gonna be alright man.”
Sol seems to stop crying. He turns his head slightly to look peer behind him.
Sol: “You… you think so?”
Danuwaanalihi: “I know so.”
He says with a smile. Selena adds.
Selena: “You see, Sol? I’m not the only one who believes in you. Why is it so hard for you to believe in yourself?”
Sol seems reassured by Danu’s words, and by the words of his wife. He seems to have… a revelation.
Sol: “Okay… now, to bounce back! Danu!”
Sol hurries over to the bench and retrieves his bags.
Sol: “You haven’t won gold in NPW, I haven’t won gold in NPW.”
He retrieves his gear from his bag, first the trunks, then the knee pads, then the boots.
Danuwaanalihi: “Ya know… I heard there’s some tag titles looking for a new home. Besides, we’re not too different, you and I.”
By this point, Sol has put on the wrestling boots and the knee pads. He looks at Danuwaanalihi and smirks.
Sol: “I like the way you think!”
He says as he removes his shorts, and puts on the wrestling trunks. Selena scoffs.
Selena: “Albeit for me to say this, but honestly, who puts on their boots and knee pads before their trunks?”
Sol then applies the whit hockey tape to his wrists, before getting up and walking towards Danu and Selena.
Sol: “You can turn away if my Autism embarrasses you. Heh heh...”
Selena shares the chuckle with him, and Danu can’t help but chuckle with them. Sol then looks at Danu.
Sol: “Danuwaanalihi…”
Sol then walks back over to Danu and extends his hand for a handshake
Sol: “We’ll be in touch, yeah?”
Danu reaches for Solomon’s hand and shakes it firmly.
Danuawaanalihi: “We sure will, friend.”
Sol smirks.
Sol: “Glad to hear it, pal! Now if you’ll excuse me… I have a Dark Lord’s ass to go and kick!”
He then makes his way to the door, opens it and exits the locker room, making his way towards Gorilla. Selena smirks.
Selena: “That guy… I dunno what I’d do without him.”
She says, before chuckling to herself and making her way back towards Sol’s bags.
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Lord Dominicus & Jay Stevens vs. Primal & Solomon Graham
--
After an emotional outpouring in the locker room, Solomon Graham would face down the man whom had been tormenting him. At End of Days, Sol came within moments of capturing the North American Cruiserweight Champion - but it was not to be. Lord Dominicus was able to be at the right place at the right time to secure the pinfall, to capture the coveted championship. The dynamics of this contest were quite intriguing.
Jay Stevens is someone who would have to be considered a threat to LD's reign as champion, and the two of them find themselves having to work together in this contest. The wildcard in this match was PRIMAL. The wild man was making his debut in NPW, but he was definitely no stranger to the XHF Network, in fact he has carved out quite the reputation for himself over the years. Based on the body language of the competitors, anytime they were close to PRIMAL, their faces scrunched up into a ball over the putrid smell that wafted their way.
PRIMAL seemed to bask in the fact that he was making the other competitors uncomfortable with his hygiene choices. His hair was matted, and his entire being was completely disheveled. Leave it to LD to do PRIMAL a solid and point out the large piece of turkey that was hanging from the side of PRIMAL's mouth. Once LD made the gesture, PRIMAL thanked him with a nod, before slamming the poultry piece into his mouth.
Stevens was being himself, stretching in the corner, and looking to get the competition underway. Jay leaned in to strategize with 'LD' but he was rebuffed because LD said he was the leader of the team, and the ONLY singles champion in NPW. Stevens was left trying to decipher how serious LD was, and whether or not he ought to ask him again. Before he could, the bell sounded, and Solomon Graham rushed LD, and started going to work.
The pre-game speech backstage from Danu must've worked, as Sol seemed to be fighting with the fire that got him into this position to begin with. LD was bouncing all over the ring, trying to avoid the fury from Sol, but to no avail. Out of habit, Sol backed LD into his corner, looking to cut off the ring, and perhaps make a tag. As he approached, you could see Sol turn disgustedly at the stench from his corner. LD didn't seem to mind it, and even complimented PRIMAL on how EVIL that Odour truly was.
The lack of fighting started to bother Stevens, who was pleading with LD to tag him into the match, so he could try his luck against Sol. LD preferred to taunt Stevens, and since getting into the ring was something that Jay wanted, LD did the opposite. LD turned the tide by thumbing Sol in the eye, before snapping him to the mat, winding up and punting Sol in the lower back while in a seated position. The snap rang out throughout the arena. Sol was in pain, but tried to trip LD when he approached, but LD moved and stomped on Sol's hand. While LD has Sol's hand pinned under his boot, he twisted it and proclaimed to the fans that it wasn't easy being This EVIL!
LD looked over to PRIMAL, who seemed to be enjoying the fact that his tag team partner was in pain. Something tells me that PRIMAL enjoys watching horror movies and rooting for the killer to avoid capture. LD went for an irish whip, but it was reversed by Sol, and Sol sent LD chest first into the turnbuckle in his corner. Stevens slapped LD's hand at point of impact, making him the legal man in the contest.
When Stevens entered, he was sure to feel things out before diving right in. Stevens is the type who would've studied his opponents before the match, and he must understand that Solomon Graham is no stranger to the mat, and has his own level of expertise on the ground.
The next five minutes of the match was an absolute treat as the fans applauded the two grapplers for their skill and ability to chain wrestle, and find counters to various holds and submissions but forth by the other. As the fans cheered, it appeared as though 'LD' and PRIMAL grew more and more offended in their respective corners. What also became more clear, was that Stevens and Graham might've made a gentleman's agreement to settle the match in the ring, without either of them making another tag. It was clear that neither man trusted his tag team partner, and with good reason.
The camera would frequently pan the crowd, and we could see 'Kid Dynamite' and Jordan Neal sitting in the front row near Jay's corner. The Wrecking Crew made their presence felt by leading most of the chants that resulted in Jay Stevens fighting out of troubling situations. It was quickly made clear that there were others watching from a distance, biding their time - waiting for their opportunity.
[Bloodline.]
Jay Stevens was looking to work his way into position to grab a hold of Sol's arm and extend it with his patented Cross Arm Breaker - but Esteban Fuentes entered the ring, along with Manuel Mayorga and they started stomping away at Stevens, which caused the referee to call for the bell.
Ortega was on the outside, and he slapped Jordan Neal across the face, which prompted the young grappler to hop the guard rail and defend himself. While Neal and Ortega were fighting, the referee made the decision final and awarded the match to Jay Stevens and Lord Dominicus by Disqualification.
Winners: Jay Stevens & "The Real" Lord Dominicus via DQ -- (12:40)
PRIMAL finally entered the ring, and he joined in on the beatdown. PRIMAL grabbed Jay and was about to deliver his 'EMPTY ABYSS' finisher, but it was Solomon Graham who broke it up! Sol and Primal then started slugging it out in the middle of the ring, while Mayorga and Fuentes continued to beat on Stevens.
Lord Dominicus ran around the ring with his arms in the air like he had won the Super Bowl, now knowing that he was going to advance to the Lethal Lottery Finals at Crowning of a Champion. Once the bell had sounded, 'LD" had removed himself from the melee, and like a true cerebral champion, didn't want to put his body in harms way. As 'LD' was walking up the ramp, he brushed shoulders with a man whom he had teamed with in the past.
[DANUWAANALIHI!!!]
'Danu' hit the ring, and started to clean house. A spinning back fist caught Mayorga clean, dropping him to his knees. Fuentes took a wild swing, but it was ducked, and Danu hit him with an atomic drop. As Fuentes tried to regain himself, he was caught with a running bicycle kick!
Stevens was starting to come to, and saw that Ortega was getting the better of Neal on the outside, so he hit the ropes and dove over the top rope, destroying Ortega in the process. Stevens took Neal by the hand, and made sure he was OK. The duo rolled into the ring to continue their fight with Mayorga and Fuentes, who appeared ready to beg off.
Danu and Sol executed a double clothesline on Primal, which knocked him out of the ring! Danu and Sol shook hands, solidifying their tandem. As this was happening, Neal and Stevens execute Stereo Dropkicks to clear Mayorga and Fuentes out of the ring once and for all.
The fans were on their feet, clamouring for more. Sol, Danu, Stevens and Neal were the four men left in the ring, and they nodded respectfully to eachother. Stevens noted that 'Danu' entering the fray was timely, and really helped soil the 2 on 1 attack from Bloodline. Jordan Neal looked excited, as the emotions started to pour through him.
The end of the segment was of the four heroes in the ring, saluting the crowd, before we cut away.
--
[Hype Video.]
[November 25th.]
[2nd Chance Battle Royal.]
[The Final Two Will Earn Their Way To The Finals.]
[Flash.]
[Plus.]
[The Northern Pro Wrestling Debut of Desolation.]
[Flash.]
[Plus.]
[Cassie Hunter.]
[Termanatrix.]
[One vs. One.]
[Flash.]
[Fade.]
--
Tag Team Attraction
20 Minute Time Limit
The Evanston Express vs. Scott Steel & Jesse Jamester
--
The Evanston Express were sought after by Parker Smith and broken into the business the old school way. Both men hail from from Evanston Illinois, and the duo have built a strong resume since they broke into the sport of professional wrestling two years ago. They would clearly have the chemistry thing down pat in comparison to their opponents - but that might not matter.
When Scott Steel hit the ring, he was oddly cordial to Jesse Jamester, which boded well for their chances of sticking it out through this situation. With Scott Steel being so wildly unpredictable, obeserves wondered if he would play nice with Jamestar, and if he didn't, what would that mean for him, as Jamester is no slouch in his own right. Both of these men possess a criminally short fuse, and are willing to attack at a moments notice with very little remorse.
The referee in this contest struggled to maintain order, and was clearly intimidated by Steel and Jamester. David Slater of the 'EE' duo was defiant and wanted his adversaries to prove just how 'mean' they were, as Slater and Warren took the fight to them early on. A big boot from Steel flattened Warren, so that ended quite quickly. Jamester was able to dodge some wild attacks from Slater, and take him down to the mat where he moved with great agility for a bigger man.
Jamester locked in a full nelson while Slater was on the mat, and used it to bring him to his feet. With grace and power, Jamester suplexed Slater in the middle of the ring - something that he calls the "Warrior's Guild". The impact was massive, as Jamester dropped Slater flush on the back of his head and left him laying in the middle of the ring. Jamester made the tag to Steel, but before leaving the ring, Jamester picked Slater up and held him in position so Steel could hit the ropes and execute another forceful 'big boot'. Jamester and Steel made solid eye contact, and continued to play nice with each other.
Just then Sheldon Warren was pulling himself onto the apron, but Steel saw him, so he hit the ropes and body checked him off of the apron and sent him crashing down into the steel guard rail. Steel cleared his nostrils of snot in Warren's direction, clearly showing no respect for his opponent. A groggy Slater was starting to come to, and Steel Irish whipped him into his corner, and followed it up with a nasty heat hook clotheslines that turned the 250 pound grappler inside out with it. Steel snarled, before making eye contact with his partner, but Steel slapped hands with Jamestar, making him the legal man once again.
Jamester walked into the ring slowly, stalking his prey. When Slater was just about to get to his feet, he was cut off and hoisted him up on his shoulders, before taking two running steps and driving Slater head first into the mat with a nasty Death Valley Driver. We could see the referee negotiating with Jamester to make the pin, as he felt their opponents had enough at this point. Jamester just chuckled, at which point the referee was about to signal for the bell to call the match - this is where Scott Steel grabbed the referee by the arm and stared deeply into his soul. The referee took a large gulp, before relenting, perhaps realizing that it didn't make sense to put his own safety at risk.
Jamester then forcefully snatched Slater into his grasp, before executing 'Last Hope' neck breaker. The force was immense, as Slater laid motionless on the mat. Jamestar put his foot on Slater's chest, and instructed the referee to make the count - which he did. The pinfall was academic at that point.
Winners: Scott Steel & Jesse Jamester via 'Last Hope' -- (5:12)
The referee backed away, and rolled out of the ring to check on Sheldon Warren. Jamester and Steel took a moment to shout menacing things into the crowd, from opposite sides of the ring. These two appear to be cut from similar cloths, but with Steel's alliance with Eric Dane seemingly the most important thing on his current agenda, who knows whether these two will continue as a team going forward. One thing is for sure - there was no dissension within the ranks.
--
[Backstage.]
Cassie Hunter leans against a wall, typing on her phone, not dressed for competition; leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans and black knee high suede boots. Irwin Collins enters the shot, moving to lean against the wall next to her with a big smile on his face, Cassie glancing over with a smaller, but still polite and friendly smile in return.
Irwin: “Cassie, how’s it going? I heard you won that championship the other day, congrats.”
Cassie tucks her phone into her jacket pocket, her expression brightening a bit more.
Cassie: “Thanks! It was pretty awesome. Have you ever won any championships?”
Irwin glances away for a moment to hide a frown.
Cassie: “Sorry. Well, you looked good in your match with Jamester last week I think. I mean, he caught you quick but that could happen to anyone, right?”
Irwin: “Has it happened to you?”
This time it’s Cassie’s turn to look away for a moment.
Cassie: “Anyway, just keep at it. You’ll have your day.”
Irwin seems to brighten up a bit.
Irwin: “Maybe my night too, eh? We could, y’know…”
Cassie turns her head to look at him, her expression a bit surprised and definitely not excited.
Cassie: “Oh, ah, not really feeling it tonight, sorry.”
Irwin looks surprised, then disappointed, then angered.
Irwin: “What? Why not me? I know it’s not like you’re-
Cassie: “Not like I’m what?”
Her arms are crossed, expression cool now, an eyebrow raised as she waits to see how far he puts his foot in his mouth.
Irwin: “Well… you’re down with whoever. Except me, apparently. Because Jamester beat me? Because I’m not as tall as you? Because-”
Cassie reaches out and firmly flicks him in the forehead, startling him into shutting up for a moment.
Cassie: “Listen dickbag, I’m gonna make three points. One, no woman ever needs to justify why she doesn’t want to sleep with someone. Two, yeah, I hook up with who I want to, as long as they want to to, but that doesn’t mean I fuck any and every dick I stumble across. Three, if you had just taken what was a very polite rejection with some dignity you would’ve had a chance to get some another time when I’m feeling it because up until now I didn’t realize that, to reiterate, you’re a total dickbag.”
Irwin: “Sor-”
Cassie: “Fuck off, Irwin.”
Collins pushes off the wall and stalks away, muttering under his breath.
Irwin: “Bitch.”
Cassie: “What did you say?”
Irwin starts to turn back to her but before he can get turned around she smashes him in the head with a Yakuza kick, dropping him in his tracks. The shot stays on him as he tries to gather his wits, Cassie walking off down the hall.
Cassie: “Who’s the bitch now?”
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Dylan Black & Nemo vs. Bryan Chase & The Enforcer
--
The X*Crown Champion was live and in full effect in Mississauga, which in itself brought fans to the building. While his welcoming committee might not have been overtly warn, we're left to deduce that there are many wrestlers in the back who long to be in Dylan's position, and with him now wrestling on the same card that they are - it elevates the meaning of their careers without them realizing it. Moreover, it serves as an opportunity to mingle with greatness, and do some soul searching in regards to how close or far away one might be to realistically having an opportunity of dethrowinging the current King of the XHF Network.
Bryan Chase seemed to have been reading from that very manuscript, as he sought to use this opportunity to springboard his career in NPW and the XHF. After a successful singles match at End of Days Chase has found himself in the main event of his second show, staring across the ring at the X*Crown Champion. Chase was up to task, and had Black on his heels early with some edgy offence, and a desire to throw caution to the wind.
Black would soon fight back, showcasing grit, and while also quickly remembering that his face and name are circled on everyone's calendar - so he ought to expect everyone's very best at all times. Black was able to catch Chase with a capture suplex, which sent him into a neutral corner. Black reached over and tagged Nemo into the match. It's admirable that Black agreed to start the contest, and didn't want to stand on the sidelines behind a man the size of Nemo. Black wanted to hit this match hard and fast, and give the fans what they wanted to see.
When Nemo hit the ring, you could hear a deafening silence fall over the crowd. Nemo single handedly deposed of three wrestlers in his debut match back. The way Nemo carries himself, you know that he's one bad dude - the type that demands respect. He found out quickly that Bryan Chase wasn't going to back down, as Chase was doing his best to keep Nemo off balance with some fast offensive attacks. Chase springboards himself from the apron and hit the air waves with a massive flying forearm attack that caught Nemo flush, and knocked him on his backside. Chase might've been giving up a lot of size to his opponent, but his motto was that everyone is the same while they're lying on their back.
Chase quickly hit the top rope, and launched himself from his perch with a nasty missile drop kick. He caught most of it, and sent Nemo through the ropes, but the big man landed on his feet! Wow.
Chase hit the ropes and took to the air, but he was caught! What a show of strength by Nemo, who went onto then put Chase on his shoulders, and deliver a samoan drop to the arena floor. What impact! The camera looked over to Chase' corner, where they saw The Enforcer standing with the tag rope in hand, not making even the slightest of movements in the direction of his ailing partner.
Nemo rolled Chase back into the ring, and this is where Nemo and Black executed an irish whip, double back elbow combo that sent Chase down to the mat hard. Based on what we had seen up until this point, Nemo wasn't letting his desire's of becoming the top man on the network divert his intentions elsewhere. As X*Crown champion, one would always have to be leery of the intentions of others - and while Nemo would be a formidable opponent, both men seemed quite content to keep things kosher during the first leg of the Lethal Lottery.
The crowd started to get behind Chase, and were willing him to stay in the match. At this point, his performance was incredibly impressive, as he took the fight to two men, with no assistance from his would be tag partner. Even as the crowd encouraged him, The Enforcer stood on the apron, completely unbothered that his tag team partner was on the cusp of being put away. But that's when the magic started to trickle into the match. Somehow, Chase found the guts to fight back, and was mounting a comeback. He even caught Dylan Black clean with a release german suplex after a slick go-behind!
Chase was crawling to his corner, with his arm extended, looking for the hot tag. The Enforcer wasn't extending his hand at all. The crowd was now furious, wondering how this could be. Dylan Black, thought about cutting off the tag attempt, and could have. Instead, Black admonished The Enforcer for not accepting the tag, to which The Enforcer flipped Black the bird. Black, ever the showman, smiled and walked over to Bryan Chase, picked him up, looked him in the eye, and told him that he was a hell of a competitor. The realism that fell over this contest wasn't lost on the crowd, as they appeared moved by Black's gesture.
And then it happened.
Dylan Black took Bryan Chase's hand and slapped it on The Enforcer.
Black looked at the referee, who clapped his hands together signalling that this was in fact a legal tag, even if Black was the man who orchestrated it. The X*Crown Champion came here to fight, and he wasn't going to allow the critics to speak about this match being one-sided, or that it was becoming a 2 on 1 beatdown - oh no. Dylan Black was there to compete, and he wanted to take the fight to the 6'4" 275 pound Enforcer who hadn't made any effort at all up until that point. The Enforcer was going to enter the ring, but he then dropped off the apron, which started the referee's 10 count. The fans booed loudly, As The Enforcer appeared content to walk away and hand the match to Black and Nemo. This is where Nemo got a surprising 'pop' from the crowd, as he circled the ring and cut The Enforcer off, so he couldn't leave the ringside area.
Nemo blistered The Enforcer with stiff shots, before rolling him the ring, into the waiting Arms of Dylan Black. When The Enforcer got to his feet... DISASTERPIECE!!! He got all of it! The Enforcer slumped to the mat in a heap. Black then picked The Enforcer up and executed his patented Royal Massacre Piledriver! Dylan floated over, and the referee made the count... 1........2...........3!!!!
Winners: The X*Crown Champion Dylan Black & Nemo via Royal Massacre -- (13:52)
The winners stood in the middle of the ring, and the fans applauded the match they just witnessed. Bryan Chase backed away from the ring, as the fans nearby did all they could to slap his hands, as he definitely made a name for himself on the show. Dylan Black is hoisting the X*Crown Championship high for the Canadian Crowd...
[Scott Steel!]
Oh NO!
Dylan Black is none the wiser. Steel is about to creep into the ring and blindside the X*Crown Champion.
RAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
WHOA!!!
["Timeless" Alex Turner.]
Just before Scott Steel can blindside Dylan Black, Timeless hit the aisle and turned Steel around, right into a MASSIVE RIGHT MECHANICAL HAND!! The force was brutal, and it slumped Steel to the ground. At which point, Dylan Black heard the commotion and turned around, to find Steel laying on the ground, and Timeless standing over him. Black and Timeless make eye contact, and Dylan gives Timeless a slight nod. Timeless just snarls, as he was more intent on getting revenge for earlier in the evening.
Nemo has been at ringside watching all of this take place, but deciding not to get involved. The final shot is of the camera shooting the facial expressions of Dylan Black... Nemo.... and 'Timeless' before cutting away.
[Black.]
[Cut.]
--
[Bonus Footage.]
Backstage.
Nanoseconds after the show went off of the air.
Eric Dane leans on the far wall with one foot kicked up under him and a toothpick sticking out from between thin lips. That everlasting smirk is plastered across his face, you’d think by now somebody would have smacked it off but you’d be wrong.
A couple of minutes pass. The educated eye might notice the security goons posted at either end of the hallway, each man with an earplug in one ear and black shades across their eyes. Gus Arnold has put them on high alert in the event that Eric Dane starts any more shit. The Only Star either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care.
The curtain parts.
Dylan Black steps through with the X*Crown title belt slung over a shoulder. The look on his face gives away that he knew exactly what he’d find waiting for him on this side of the curtain, and striding up to The Only Star he gives zero quarter.
Black: "That’s how you operate? Sending that big pile of meat to do your work for you? It’s not gonna work on me Dane, and now it’s official, we’re both in that Rumble for the Double-Crown, and you’re gonna have to put up or shut up sooner than later!"
Eric’s smile widens to rival the Cheshire cat.
Dane: "All I hear is blah, blah, blah. I don’t see you doing anything about it."
Dylan steps in, the security goons have had enough. Before the first fist can be raised there are ten guys making a wall of beef between Dylan Black and Eric Dane.
Black: "This ain’t over, Dane!"
The Only Star winks at the X*Crown champ and blows him a kiss.
Dane: "I’ll see you soon, cupcake!"
More security droids flood the area.
[Final Cut.]
[Static.]
[TIMELESS!]
[Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Timeless 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 Timeless.]
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!"
What’s up Mississauga?
Roxylishus: (grabbing the mic) "Can it Vermin! Like we give a shit!"
Timeless: "That’s right! What we do care about, is this Only Star running around town yapping his gums like he thinks he owns the place or something. Dane! Come the end of this Lottery, you are in for one BIG shock. You will be filled with sorrow, disappointment, and inner doubts of your abilities, much like these peons here at the Powerade Centre tonight."
There is only one problem …. I can’t wait until the Final! I want to knock someone out right here! Right Now!
So, what do you say Dane? You wanna dance?
[Eric Dane emerges from the back. The Former World Champion is rubbing his hands together. Dane pullsout a mic … then drops it and cracks his knuckles, glaring at the ring and starts to advance.]
[From nowhere Scott Steel enters the ring behind Timeless and Roxylishus, and he clobbers Timeless in the back of the head with a steel chair. The big man then wraps his meathook of a hand around the throat of Timeless and goes to lift him up and Roxylishus charges Steel and starts clubbing him and he wraps his other hand around her throat no selling her shots and hoists them BOTH up and WHAM! DOUBLE CHOKE SLAM TO THE MAT! BOTH TIMELESS AND ROXYLISHUS ARE LEFT FLATTENED!]
[Eric Dane is laughing at the bottom of the ramp way and tapping his head as if to say that he is too smart, Steel raising his arms in the air in ecstasy after the brutal move. We watch as Timeless and Roxy lay unconscious in the middle of the ring. Dane encourages Steel's actions, and uses the situation at hand to send warning to anyone who might have similar ideas - this isn't a one man show - this is most definitely an alliance that has been built around necessity and it doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. ]
[The final shot is of Eric Dane and Scott Steel at the top of the ramp.]
--
[Backstage.]
We cut to the parking lot area where Jay Stevens is arriving. Unlike most nights in the past, Jay isn't alone. Instead, Jay has brought 3/4ths of 'The Wrecking Crew' with him. One might argue that the timing of this couldn't be better, as one would have to ascertain that Esteban Fuentes, Manuel Mayorga and Santiago Ortega might be looking for some semblance of revenge.
Jay is smiling from ear to ear, as he seems completely tickled that his crew was able to make it to the building to see him in action.
'Kid Dynamite' Nicole Anderson walks with some pep in her step. Jordan Neal walks a step or two behind Jay and Nicole, flexing his broad fame that appears to be chiseled out of stone.
In what should be classified as the biggest opportunity in Jay Stevens' career up until this point has clearly been eventuated by the presence of his friends who wanted to be at ringside to cheer him on.
[Cut.]
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Adrian King & Joe Ghaven vs. John Cavanagh & Brad Swann
--
In the first Lethal Lottery qualifier of the evening, we were treated to a hard hitting affair. "The Iron Bear" Joe Ghaven is hot off of the heels of a very successful run in the Tag Team Turmoil portion of End of Days, and appears even more focused on becoming a superstar with each passing day. Across the ring from him, were two men who were used to being considered major players from their respective circles - but would both be making their respective debuts in Northern Pro Wrestling. John Cavanagh is a former World Champion, and ought be classified as a very dangerous man wherever and whenever he steps foot inside of the ring. His partner is an XHF Superstar that needs no introduction - "The King" Brad Swann.
Much to the chagrin of this 'dream team' of sorts, they struggled executing any impactful offence on the "Iron Bear". Ghaven was fit to the test, and eager to exert dominance in the match. An early highlight was an attempted Flying Cross Body from Brand Swann, in which he was caught in mid-air by Ghaven, and then launched into his tag team partner Cavanagh, wiping both men out of the ring for a brief moment. This brought the NPW faithful to their feet, as they had become quite fond of Joe Ghaven since his debut within the company - coupled with the fact that he is teaming with Gordon Carlson or a regular basis certainly doesn't hurt.
Ghaven seemed reluctant to tag Adrian King into the match, which might be a surprise to some. Adrian comes from a wrestling family, and has etched his own path to success over the past year in the North East. Perhaps it was merely the fact that Joe and Adrian hadn't had an opportunity to get acquainted prior to the event, and thus might be leery of how to best interact. Perhaps sensing Ghaven's apprehension, King decided to tag himself into the match when Ghaven walked into their corner to talk strategy. This act drew the ire of Ethan Mills on the outside who seemed to resent King's actions.
At this point. Brad Swann was back in the ring, and he wasted little time working 'AK' over. You could sense the level of reprieve that Swann and Cavanagh must've felt as they were no longer forced to deal with the 400 pound mountain of a man, and could now freely execute some of their best offence with much less resistance. A Small Package Bomb from Swann caught Adrian clean, and awarded him a near fall.
Swann felt comfortable in his partnership with Cavanagh, and the two tagged in and out seamlessly whenever it made sense. Can slammed Adrian in the middle of the ring, so Swann could execute his heavenly headbutt from the top rope. The impact was massive, and the colouring around Adrian's cheek seemed to come to the surface almost immediately. Can made the cover, but yanked King up before the referee could count to three. This brought Ghaven into the ring, and the referee admonished I'm and tried to send him back. This brought Swann back into the ring, where he and Can executed a HighLow attack on King, further flattening him.
Swann exited the ring quickly, and grabbed the tag rope. This is where Cav felt he was in total control, and perhaps with some level of familiarity there, Cav felt that King wasn't on his level, and this brought forth the appropriate level of confidence.
Cavanagh picked King up off the mat, and with force threw him backwards on his head with a german suplex. Cav winked over at Ghaven, who seemed to feel helpless, knowing that there wasn't much he could do while not being the legal man in the match. Cav then went to the mat and punished King with some ground and pound before transitioning into his patented 'Celtic Deathlock' submission. King was the worse for wear prior to the hold being applied, and it didn't take long for him to pass out in the hold due to the pressure and torque exhibited from "The One Man Dynasty."
Winners: "The King" Brad Swann & "The One Man Dynasty" John Cavanagh via 'Celtic Deathlock' -- 10:25
Once the match was officially over, "The Iron Bear" entered the ring, and seemed disappointed at the loss, as he felt he had prepared himself for victory in the lead up to the contest. The antagonists were nowhere to be found, and clearly wanted to pat themselves on their backs for a job well done, as opposed to tussling with a man that was twice their size.
Ghaven knelt down to check on Adrian King, who was starting to come to. At that point, Swann and Cavanagh had made their way to the top of the ramp, and celebrated once more before disappearing backstage.
--
[Backstage.]
We open on someone walking through a group of people, NPW officials, to get into the arena. We start on a ground shot, panning up until we get to a shiny gold belt around his waist. The X*Crown Championship. We cut to show Dylan's face, wading through to the locker room area where all the wrestlers stay. As he's getting closer, he hears a voice cut through the mindless chatter around him.
?: "Hey, new fish, where do you think you’re goin’?"
Dylan looks to see two figures blocking the path. The one in the back imposing, and the other a cocky snake in front. Eric Dane and Scott Steel. Dylan makes his way towards Dane, just trying to get by but the duo block his path. There's a bit of tension as Dylan stares down Dane.
Black: "My locker room. Now if you'll excuse me-"
Dane: "Ah ah ah! I don’t know you, and this is my locker room. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Black: "Actually, if you did a bit of research, or guided your eyes to this..."
He points down to the X*Crown, around his waist.
Black: "I'm shocked you're not familiar with a championship you'd strived for many months ago."
Dane scoffs.
Dane: "Maybe you wanna check the tape there, bud, but Maverick challenged me when he had the X*Crown, not the other way around."
The Only Star pokes his chest out.
Dane: "Maybe you ain’t familiar with me, kid, but understand I don’t give a shit what outlaw mud-show bullshit you come from or what Network you represent with that belt, when you set foot in Northern Pro Wrestling, you either kiss the ring, or you kiss your sweet ass goodbye!"
Steel sneers and cracks his knuckles behind The Only Star. Dane gestures to him.
Dane: "If ya don’t like it, I know a guy that’d love nothing more than to drop you on your head until you either figure it out or you stop twitching."
He grins.
Dane: "And if you think you got the big balls to step to me, the soon to be only Champion that matters across the entire Network, then I got absolutely no problem giving you a free wrestling lesson. Do yourself a favor and don’t give me a reason to make you the first example of what happens to outsiders when they set foot in Only Star country. Capiche?"
Eric crosses his arms defiantly, not giving an inch. Dylan raises an eyebrow.
Black: "Well let me set you straight, Dane. After the catastrophic failure that was the title-for-title match, Gus contacted me. Said he needed a real man to show these country bumpkins how a real champion works. You, Carlson and Timeless all embarrassed NPW. And seeing that I know a thing or two about representing championships with "Crown" in the name, Gus and I believe I'll be the perfect representative for NPW going forward."
They walk a circle around each other, eyeing the other up and down. Steel goes to move in, but Dane throws a hand up to stop him.
Dane: "Let it ride, killer, the kid’s got chutzpah."
Dylan rolls his eyes.
Dane: "If he’s hot shit like he thinks he is, he’ll be standing across from me at the end of the Lethal Rumble. That’s when we’ll find out who’s made of what. Until then, he ain’t worth our time."
A tense moment passes before Dane and Steel step aside, allowing the X*Crown Champion to make his way through. Scott Steel looks fit to burst, and Dane has a curious, mildly impressed look on his face as we cut back to ringside.
--
Special Challenge Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Andrew Brookes vs. Nicholas Windsor
--
The evenings special bout began with a collar and elbow tie up, Brookes taking the opening exchange and showing his experience in the ring. Andrew Brookes lead with a technical prowess that picked his opponent apart. Nicholas Windsor was able to reverse into his own holds yet continued to be one step behind Brookes.
With a surfer stretch applied to Windsor, Brookes appeared to be in a great position to wear the bigger man down. Grounding his opponent was the game plan this evening, and Brookes had accomplished that ten-fold from the time the bell rang. Brookes would work the shoulder and arm of Windsor, keeping him to the mat, and using the legs to immobilize his opponent.
Windsor retreated out of the ring to catch a break as soon as he reached the ropes for a break, and Brookes attempted to follow but the referee stopped him. Windsor paced the corner of the ring, gathering his composure. Before long Brookes dipped out behind the referee’s back as he started the ten count. Rounding the corner Brookes goes for a clothesline but Windsor baited him, flipping him over his back onto the cold outside pad covering the cement floor. The thud her throughout the arena, fans cheering it on!
With that the momentum of the match shifted, as the air sailed from Brookes after the fall on the outside. Windsor would toss Brookes into the ring and begin a series of suplexes to keep his lead. A dragon suplex would be the setup as a groggy Andrew Brookes tried to regain his footing. Windsor delivered a thunderous back suplex sideslam that he calls London Falling. A near fall would believe Windsor was close to the victory, with a two count, Brookes would shoot a shoulder up. Arriving at the ropes, Windsor went for an irish whip again, Brookes countered, slinging the bigger Brit with a wicked arm drag and holding on!
The crowd pumped by the counter, cheering Brooks and Windsor respectfully as these two technicians dish out their arsenals on one another. Brookes clamps the first arm, then goes for the second, extending his hand to the wrist of Windsor. As Brookes touches the wrist Windsor rolled over and stood to a knee, Brookes rolled over towards the ropes, Windsor ran forward, timing the elbow, and delivering a hellacious uppercut that rocks Andrew Brooks towards the ropes. Using his momentum Windsor delivered the Kingdom Krunch, a pumphandle tombstone, and picked up the pin fall.
Winner: Nicholas Windsor via Kingdom Krunch -- (13:12)
Nicholas Windsor stood over his fallen foe, and a smirk crept over his face. The referee raised his hand high, and Windsor basked in all of the glory that goes along with a successful debut in the burgeoning promotion.
--
[Backstage.]
The camera opens up in the back where we see a moderately sized, beefy ball of hair and anger standing with his back to the camera. He is seen bobbing up and down. A closer look reveals he is shoving as much food as he can fit in his mouth with large, sloppy gulps.
Primal: "This may be the only redeeming quality of civilization. A free smorgasbord."
He sloppily sprays as he says it and contaminates the whole catering area with his slobber. Primal clearly has no one on his mind but himself. Two security guards approach him and tell him it's time to leave. He snarls at them spraying them with bits and bobs of this and that from the platter he has assembled. He appears to have made a sandwich with two pieces of grilled chicken as the bread, cracker sized cheese slices in the middle, smeared with cranberry sauce and mayonnaise, with the centerpiece of the sandwich being the "lovely" combo of tuna salad and spam. He also has a hefty helping of poutine on his plate which he now throws at the guards.
Guard 1: "Oh that's sick. Sir it's time for you to get ready for your match! PLEASE STOP!"
Guard 2: "Come with us animal!"
They grab Primal by the arms and he struggles with them before getting a stable base and hiptossing them through the table. He laughs and grabs his plate. He turns around and there standing behind him watching the carnage is the one true King of Destiny, Brad Swann. Primal breaks into a grin.
Primal: "Heh heh heh ... hello ... my liege"
He mockingly bows. Swann's face shifts to disgust.
Primal:"Oh relax I am not here for you ... tonight. Besides you are one of the few people in this tournament I actually think has actual potential. After all... it was me who handed you the key to beating Dreadvan for the XHF European Championship oh so long ago."
Swann smirks as he thinks back on it.
Primal:"We may well end up enemies in this tournament as I intend to take what's mine. ... But my original offer still stands. If you call when the time is right and give me something I want ... I can help you get what YOU want. Think on it, majesty."
Primal walks away to get ready for his match ... not bothering to clean his mess or himself. Swann simply looks at the mayhem and thinks on Primal's words.
--
[Backstage.]
Solomon Graham is in the locker room. Next to him, on his left hand side are his bags (one for gear, one for street clothes) and on his right side… is the only person that ever truly understood him. His wife, Selena Firehouse, who has noticed that Sol is not… particularly happy at this exact moment, and is trying to console him.
Selena: “Sol… come on now. What’s the matter?”
Sol looks up, just staring across the locker room to the front door.
Sol: “Goddamn. I just… I just don’t know what to say. I put my heart and soul into this federation. Perhaps… it’s time.”
Selena: “Time for what, hun’? Talk to me.”
Sol: “It’s time…”
He then turns his head to finally meet the eyes of his wife.
Sol: “To leave NPW behind.”
Selena… doesn’t know what to say. One loss and all of a sudden, it’s like the man she fell in love with was gone. Like he’s been replaced… with a quitter. Well… she’s not having it. She gives a slight smile and says…
Selena: “No… here’s what’s gonna happen.”
She then stands up, moves in front of her husband and bends down to meet his eyes.
Selena: “You’re going to get up, dust yourself off, get back out there and kick some more ass! You’re not done with NPW and NPW SURE as hell ain’t done with you!”
It seems like Sol’s not even paying attention.
Sol: “I’m not so sure they aren’t.”
Selena notices a twinge of anger in Sol’s eye. She stands up and turns her head… and behind her, on the door that leads to the hallway, she notices a Lord Dominicus poster. She looks back… and Sol’s gone. We then hear a ROAR that could only be made by a man with Autism, and we hear the tearing of paper. Selena looks back to see that Sol has somehow made it from the bench in front of her, to the door with the poster on it to tear it down. He crumples up whatever scraps of it he has into a ball… but by the time he does, Selena has managed to make it over to him.
Selena: “SOLOMON!!!”
She hugs him… and he does the one thing that a wrestler should never do: Cry. At this point, it is abundantly clear that Solomon is more than just a wrestler. He is human, just the same as the rest of us. And like other humans, he has problems and he isn’t perfect. Selena shushes him and tries again to console him, but it isn’t as easy.
Sol: “WHY?!” *sniffle* “WHY HIM?!? WHY DID THEY CHOOSE HIM?!”
Selena: “Shhhh, shh shh shhhh… it’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna bounce back, I know you are. You always do.”
As Selena is consoling Sol, in walks Danuwaanalihi, concerned over the racket he heard not too long ago he peeks his head into the room.
Danuwaanalihi: “Hey man, what’s going on?”
Selena: “He’s not doing great. He saw…”
Sol tenses up for a moment.
Sol: *sniffle* “Don’t say it! Don’t say his name!”
Selena closes her eyes… to hide that now, she’s starting to tear up herself. But soon after, she opens them again.
Selena: “He saw a poster of…” *mouths Dominicus’s name* “...and he snapped. He… he’s having a Panic Attack.”
Danuwaanalihi: “Don’t sweat that wannabe evil cartoon. He just got lucky. It’s gonna be alright man.”
Sol seems to stop crying. He turns his head slightly to look peer behind him.
Sol: “You… you think so?”
Danuwaanalihi: “I know so.”
He says with a smile. Selena adds.
Selena: “You see, Sol? I’m not the only one who believes in you. Why is it so hard for you to believe in yourself?”
Sol seems reassured by Danu’s words, and by the words of his wife. He seems to have… a revelation.
Sol: “Okay… now, to bounce back! Danu!”
Sol hurries over to the bench and retrieves his bags.
Sol: “You haven’t won gold in NPW, I haven’t won gold in NPW.”
He retrieves his gear from his bag, first the trunks, then the knee pads, then the boots.
Danuwaanalihi: “Ya know… I heard there’s some tag titles looking for a new home. Besides, we’re not too different, you and I.”
By this point, Sol has put on the wrestling boots and the knee pads. He looks at Danuwaanalihi and smirks.
Sol: “I like the way you think!”
He says as he removes his shorts, and puts on the wrestling trunks. Selena scoffs.
Selena: “Albeit for me to say this, but honestly, who puts on their boots and knee pads before their trunks?”
Sol then applies the whit hockey tape to his wrists, before getting up and walking towards Danu and Selena.
Sol: “You can turn away if my Autism embarrasses you. Heh heh...”
Selena shares the chuckle with him, and Danu can’t help but chuckle with them. Sol then looks at Danu.
Sol: “Danuwaanalihi…”
Sol then walks back over to Danu and extends his hand for a handshake
Sol: “We’ll be in touch, yeah?”
Danu reaches for Solomon’s hand and shakes it firmly.
Danuawaanalihi: “We sure will, friend.”
Sol smirks.
Sol: “Glad to hear it, pal! Now if you’ll excuse me… I have a Dark Lord’s ass to go and kick!”
He then makes his way to the door, opens it and exits the locker room, making his way towards Gorilla. Selena smirks.
Selena: “That guy… I dunno what I’d do without him.”
She says, before chuckling to herself and making her way back towards Sol’s bags.
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Lord Dominicus & Jay Stevens vs. Primal & Solomon Graham
--
After an emotional outpouring in the locker room, Solomon Graham would face down the man whom had been tormenting him. At End of Days, Sol came within moments of capturing the North American Cruiserweight Champion - but it was not to be. Lord Dominicus was able to be at the right place at the right time to secure the pinfall, to capture the coveted championship. The dynamics of this contest were quite intriguing.
Jay Stevens is someone who would have to be considered a threat to LD's reign as champion, and the two of them find themselves having to work together in this contest. The wildcard in this match was PRIMAL. The wild man was making his debut in NPW, but he was definitely no stranger to the XHF Network, in fact he has carved out quite the reputation for himself over the years. Based on the body language of the competitors, anytime they were close to PRIMAL, their faces scrunched up into a ball over the putrid smell that wafted their way.
PRIMAL seemed to bask in the fact that he was making the other competitors uncomfortable with his hygiene choices. His hair was matted, and his entire being was completely disheveled. Leave it to LD to do PRIMAL a solid and point out the large piece of turkey that was hanging from the side of PRIMAL's mouth. Once LD made the gesture, PRIMAL thanked him with a nod, before slamming the poultry piece into his mouth.
Stevens was being himself, stretching in the corner, and looking to get the competition underway. Jay leaned in to strategize with 'LD' but he was rebuffed because LD said he was the leader of the team, and the ONLY singles champion in NPW. Stevens was left trying to decipher how serious LD was, and whether or not he ought to ask him again. Before he could, the bell sounded, and Solomon Graham rushed LD, and started going to work.
The pre-game speech backstage from Danu must've worked, as Sol seemed to be fighting with the fire that got him into this position to begin with. LD was bouncing all over the ring, trying to avoid the fury from Sol, but to no avail. Out of habit, Sol backed LD into his corner, looking to cut off the ring, and perhaps make a tag. As he approached, you could see Sol turn disgustedly at the stench from his corner. LD didn't seem to mind it, and even complimented PRIMAL on how EVIL that Odour truly was.
The lack of fighting started to bother Stevens, who was pleading with LD to tag him into the match, so he could try his luck against Sol. LD preferred to taunt Stevens, and since getting into the ring was something that Jay wanted, LD did the opposite. LD turned the tide by thumbing Sol in the eye, before snapping him to the mat, winding up and punting Sol in the lower back while in a seated position. The snap rang out throughout the arena. Sol was in pain, but tried to trip LD when he approached, but LD moved and stomped on Sol's hand. While LD has Sol's hand pinned under his boot, he twisted it and proclaimed to the fans that it wasn't easy being This EVIL!
LD looked over to PRIMAL, who seemed to be enjoying the fact that his tag team partner was in pain. Something tells me that PRIMAL enjoys watching horror movies and rooting for the killer to avoid capture. LD went for an irish whip, but it was reversed by Sol, and Sol sent LD chest first into the turnbuckle in his corner. Stevens slapped LD's hand at point of impact, making him the legal man in the contest.
When Stevens entered, he was sure to feel things out before diving right in. Stevens is the type who would've studied his opponents before the match, and he must understand that Solomon Graham is no stranger to the mat, and has his own level of expertise on the ground.
The next five minutes of the match was an absolute treat as the fans applauded the two grapplers for their skill and ability to chain wrestle, and find counters to various holds and submissions but forth by the other. As the fans cheered, it appeared as though 'LD' and PRIMAL grew more and more offended in their respective corners. What also became more clear, was that Stevens and Graham might've made a gentleman's agreement to settle the match in the ring, without either of them making another tag. It was clear that neither man trusted his tag team partner, and with good reason.
The camera would frequently pan the crowd, and we could see 'Kid Dynamite' and Jordan Neal sitting in the front row near Jay's corner. The Wrecking Crew made their presence felt by leading most of the chants that resulted in Jay Stevens fighting out of troubling situations. It was quickly made clear that there were others watching from a distance, biding their time - waiting for their opportunity.
[Bloodline.]
Jay Stevens was looking to work his way into position to grab a hold of Sol's arm and extend it with his patented Cross Arm Breaker - but Esteban Fuentes entered the ring, along with Manuel Mayorga and they started stomping away at Stevens, which caused the referee to call for the bell.
Ortega was on the outside, and he slapped Jordan Neal across the face, which prompted the young grappler to hop the guard rail and defend himself. While Neal and Ortega were fighting, the referee made the decision final and awarded the match to Jay Stevens and Lord Dominicus by Disqualification.
Winners: Jay Stevens & "The Real" Lord Dominicus via DQ -- (12:40)
PRIMAL finally entered the ring, and he joined in on the beatdown. PRIMAL grabbed Jay and was about to deliver his 'EMPTY ABYSS' finisher, but it was Solomon Graham who broke it up! Sol and Primal then started slugging it out in the middle of the ring, while Mayorga and Fuentes continued to beat on Stevens.
Lord Dominicus ran around the ring with his arms in the air like he had won the Super Bowl, now knowing that he was going to advance to the Lethal Lottery Finals at Crowning of a Champion. Once the bell had sounded, 'LD" had removed himself from the melee, and like a true cerebral champion, didn't want to put his body in harms way. As 'LD' was walking up the ramp, he brushed shoulders with a man whom he had teamed with in the past.
[DANUWAANALIHI!!!]
'Danu' hit the ring, and started to clean house. A spinning back fist caught Mayorga clean, dropping him to his knees. Fuentes took a wild swing, but it was ducked, and Danu hit him with an atomic drop. As Fuentes tried to regain himself, he was caught with a running bicycle kick!
Stevens was starting to come to, and saw that Ortega was getting the better of Neal on the outside, so he hit the ropes and dove over the top rope, destroying Ortega in the process. Stevens took Neal by the hand, and made sure he was OK. The duo rolled into the ring to continue their fight with Mayorga and Fuentes, who appeared ready to beg off.
Danu and Sol executed a double clothesline on Primal, which knocked him out of the ring! Danu and Sol shook hands, solidifying their tandem. As this was happening, Neal and Stevens execute Stereo Dropkicks to clear Mayorga and Fuentes out of the ring once and for all.
The fans were on their feet, clamouring for more. Sol, Danu, Stevens and Neal were the four men left in the ring, and they nodded respectfully to eachother. Stevens noted that 'Danu' entering the fray was timely, and really helped soil the 2 on 1 attack from Bloodline. Jordan Neal looked excited, as the emotions started to pour through him.
The end of the segment was of the four heroes in the ring, saluting the crowd, before we cut away.
--
[Hype Video.]
[November 25th.]
[2nd Chance Battle Royal.]
[The Final Two Will Earn Their Way To The Finals.]
[Flash.]
[Plus.]
[The Northern Pro Wrestling Debut of Desolation.]
[Flash.]
[Plus.]
[Cassie Hunter.]
[Termanatrix.]
[One vs. One.]
[Flash.]
[Fade.]
--
Tag Team Attraction
20 Minute Time Limit
The Evanston Express vs. Scott Steel & Jesse Jamester
--
The Evanston Express were sought after by Parker Smith and broken into the business the old school way. Both men hail from from Evanston Illinois, and the duo have built a strong resume since they broke into the sport of professional wrestling two years ago. They would clearly have the chemistry thing down pat in comparison to their opponents - but that might not matter.
When Scott Steel hit the ring, he was oddly cordial to Jesse Jamester, which boded well for their chances of sticking it out through this situation. With Scott Steel being so wildly unpredictable, obeserves wondered if he would play nice with Jamestar, and if he didn't, what would that mean for him, as Jamester is no slouch in his own right. Both of these men possess a criminally short fuse, and are willing to attack at a moments notice with very little remorse.
The referee in this contest struggled to maintain order, and was clearly intimidated by Steel and Jamester. David Slater of the 'EE' duo was defiant and wanted his adversaries to prove just how 'mean' they were, as Slater and Warren took the fight to them early on. A big boot from Steel flattened Warren, so that ended quite quickly. Jamester was able to dodge some wild attacks from Slater, and take him down to the mat where he moved with great agility for a bigger man.
Jamester locked in a full nelson while Slater was on the mat, and used it to bring him to his feet. With grace and power, Jamester suplexed Slater in the middle of the ring - something that he calls the "Warrior's Guild". The impact was massive, as Jamester dropped Slater flush on the back of his head and left him laying in the middle of the ring. Jamester made the tag to Steel, but before leaving the ring, Jamester picked Slater up and held him in position so Steel could hit the ropes and execute another forceful 'big boot'. Jamester and Steel made solid eye contact, and continued to play nice with each other.
Just then Sheldon Warren was pulling himself onto the apron, but Steel saw him, so he hit the ropes and body checked him off of the apron and sent him crashing down into the steel guard rail. Steel cleared his nostrils of snot in Warren's direction, clearly showing no respect for his opponent. A groggy Slater was starting to come to, and Steel Irish whipped him into his corner, and followed it up with a nasty heat hook clotheslines that turned the 250 pound grappler inside out with it. Steel snarled, before making eye contact with his partner, but Steel slapped hands with Jamestar, making him the legal man once again.
Jamester walked into the ring slowly, stalking his prey. When Slater was just about to get to his feet, he was cut off and hoisted him up on his shoulders, before taking two running steps and driving Slater head first into the mat with a nasty Death Valley Driver. We could see the referee negotiating with Jamester to make the pin, as he felt their opponents had enough at this point. Jamester just chuckled, at which point the referee was about to signal for the bell to call the match - this is where Scott Steel grabbed the referee by the arm and stared deeply into his soul. The referee took a large gulp, before relenting, perhaps realizing that it didn't make sense to put his own safety at risk.
Jamester then forcefully snatched Slater into his grasp, before executing 'Last Hope' neck breaker. The force was immense, as Slater laid motionless on the mat. Jamestar put his foot on Slater's chest, and instructed the referee to make the count - which he did. The pinfall was academic at that point.
Winners: Scott Steel & Jesse Jamester via 'Last Hope' -- (5:12)
The referee backed away, and rolled out of the ring to check on Sheldon Warren. Jamester and Steel took a moment to shout menacing things into the crowd, from opposite sides of the ring. These two appear to be cut from similar cloths, but with Steel's alliance with Eric Dane seemingly the most important thing on his current agenda, who knows whether these two will continue as a team going forward. One thing is for sure - there was no dissension within the ranks.
--
[Backstage.]
Cassie Hunter leans against a wall, typing on her phone, not dressed for competition; leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans and black knee high suede boots. Irwin Collins enters the shot, moving to lean against the wall next to her with a big smile on his face, Cassie glancing over with a smaller, but still polite and friendly smile in return.
Irwin: “Cassie, how’s it going? I heard you won that championship the other day, congrats.”
Cassie tucks her phone into her jacket pocket, her expression brightening a bit more.
Cassie: “Thanks! It was pretty awesome. Have you ever won any championships?”
Irwin glances away for a moment to hide a frown.
Cassie: “Sorry. Well, you looked good in your match with Jamester last week I think. I mean, he caught you quick but that could happen to anyone, right?”
Irwin: “Has it happened to you?”
This time it’s Cassie’s turn to look away for a moment.
Cassie: “Anyway, just keep at it. You’ll have your day.”
Irwin seems to brighten up a bit.
Irwin: “Maybe my night too, eh? We could, y’know…”
Cassie turns her head to look at him, her expression a bit surprised and definitely not excited.
Cassie: “Oh, ah, not really feeling it tonight, sorry.”
Irwin looks surprised, then disappointed, then angered.
Irwin: “What? Why not me? I know it’s not like you’re-
Cassie: “Not like I’m what?”
Her arms are crossed, expression cool now, an eyebrow raised as she waits to see how far he puts his foot in his mouth.
Irwin: “Well… you’re down with whoever. Except me, apparently. Because Jamester beat me? Because I’m not as tall as you? Because-”
Cassie reaches out and firmly flicks him in the forehead, startling him into shutting up for a moment.
Cassie: “Listen dickbag, I’m gonna make three points. One, no woman ever needs to justify why she doesn’t want to sleep with someone. Two, yeah, I hook up with who I want to, as long as they want to to, but that doesn’t mean I fuck any and every dick I stumble across. Three, if you had just taken what was a very polite rejection with some dignity you would’ve had a chance to get some another time when I’m feeling it because up until now I didn’t realize that, to reiterate, you’re a total dickbag.”
Irwin: “Sor-”
Cassie: “Fuck off, Irwin.”
Collins pushes off the wall and stalks away, muttering under his breath.
Irwin: “Bitch.”
Cassie: “What did you say?”
Irwin starts to turn back to her but before he can get turned around she smashes him in the head with a Yakuza kick, dropping him in his tracks. The shot stays on him as he tries to gather his wits, Cassie walking off down the hall.
Cassie: “Who’s the bitch now?”
--
First Round Match
No Time Limit
Dylan Black & Nemo vs. Bryan Chase & The Enforcer
--
The X*Crown Champion was live and in full effect in Mississauga, which in itself brought fans to the building. While his welcoming committee might not have been overtly warn, we're left to deduce that there are many wrestlers in the back who long to be in Dylan's position, and with him now wrestling on the same card that they are - it elevates the meaning of their careers without them realizing it. Moreover, it serves as an opportunity to mingle with greatness, and do some soul searching in regards to how close or far away one might be to realistically having an opportunity of dethrowinging the current King of the XHF Network.
Bryan Chase seemed to have been reading from that very manuscript, as he sought to use this opportunity to springboard his career in NPW and the XHF. After a successful singles match at End of Days Chase has found himself in the main event of his second show, staring across the ring at the X*Crown Champion. Chase was up to task, and had Black on his heels early with some edgy offence, and a desire to throw caution to the wind.
Black would soon fight back, showcasing grit, and while also quickly remembering that his face and name are circled on everyone's calendar - so he ought to expect everyone's very best at all times. Black was able to catch Chase with a capture suplex, which sent him into a neutral corner. Black reached over and tagged Nemo into the match. It's admirable that Black agreed to start the contest, and didn't want to stand on the sidelines behind a man the size of Nemo. Black wanted to hit this match hard and fast, and give the fans what they wanted to see.
When Nemo hit the ring, you could hear a deafening silence fall over the crowd. Nemo single handedly deposed of three wrestlers in his debut match back. The way Nemo carries himself, you know that he's one bad dude - the type that demands respect. He found out quickly that Bryan Chase wasn't going to back down, as Chase was doing his best to keep Nemo off balance with some fast offensive attacks. Chase springboards himself from the apron and hit the air waves with a massive flying forearm attack that caught Nemo flush, and knocked him on his backside. Chase might've been giving up a lot of size to his opponent, but his motto was that everyone is the same while they're lying on their back.
Chase quickly hit the top rope, and launched himself from his perch with a nasty missile drop kick. He caught most of it, and sent Nemo through the ropes, but the big man landed on his feet! Wow.
Chase hit the ropes and took to the air, but he was caught! What a show of strength by Nemo, who went onto then put Chase on his shoulders, and deliver a samoan drop to the arena floor. What impact! The camera looked over to Chase' corner, where they saw The Enforcer standing with the tag rope in hand, not making even the slightest of movements in the direction of his ailing partner.
Nemo rolled Chase back into the ring, and this is where Nemo and Black executed an irish whip, double back elbow combo that sent Chase down to the mat hard. Based on what we had seen up until this point, Nemo wasn't letting his desire's of becoming the top man on the network divert his intentions elsewhere. As X*Crown champion, one would always have to be leery of the intentions of others - and while Nemo would be a formidable opponent, both men seemed quite content to keep things kosher during the first leg of the Lethal Lottery.
The crowd started to get behind Chase, and were willing him to stay in the match. At this point, his performance was incredibly impressive, as he took the fight to two men, with no assistance from his would be tag partner. Even as the crowd encouraged him, The Enforcer stood on the apron, completely unbothered that his tag team partner was on the cusp of being put away. But that's when the magic started to trickle into the match. Somehow, Chase found the guts to fight back, and was mounting a comeback. He even caught Dylan Black clean with a release german suplex after a slick go-behind!
Chase was crawling to his corner, with his arm extended, looking for the hot tag. The Enforcer wasn't extending his hand at all. The crowd was now furious, wondering how this could be. Dylan Black, thought about cutting off the tag attempt, and could have. Instead, Black admonished The Enforcer for not accepting the tag, to which The Enforcer flipped Black the bird. Black, ever the showman, smiled and walked over to Bryan Chase, picked him up, looked him in the eye, and told him that he was a hell of a competitor. The realism that fell over this contest wasn't lost on the crowd, as they appeared moved by Black's gesture.
And then it happened.
Dylan Black took Bryan Chase's hand and slapped it on The Enforcer.
Black looked at the referee, who clapped his hands together signalling that this was in fact a legal tag, even if Black was the man who orchestrated it. The X*Crown Champion came here to fight, and he wasn't going to allow the critics to speak about this match being one-sided, or that it was becoming a 2 on 1 beatdown - oh no. Dylan Black was there to compete, and he wanted to take the fight to the 6'4" 275 pound Enforcer who hadn't made any effort at all up until that point. The Enforcer was going to enter the ring, but he then dropped off the apron, which started the referee's 10 count. The fans booed loudly, As The Enforcer appeared content to walk away and hand the match to Black and Nemo. This is where Nemo got a surprising 'pop' from the crowd, as he circled the ring and cut The Enforcer off, so he couldn't leave the ringside area.
Nemo blistered The Enforcer with stiff shots, before rolling him the ring, into the waiting Arms of Dylan Black. When The Enforcer got to his feet... DISASTERPIECE!!! He got all of it! The Enforcer slumped to the mat in a heap. Black then picked The Enforcer up and executed his patented Royal Massacre Piledriver! Dylan floated over, and the referee made the count... 1........2...........3!!!!
Winners: The X*Crown Champion Dylan Black & Nemo via Royal Massacre -- (13:52)
The winners stood in the middle of the ring, and the fans applauded the match they just witnessed. Bryan Chase backed away from the ring, as the fans nearby did all they could to slap his hands, as he definitely made a name for himself on the show. Dylan Black is hoisting the X*Crown Championship high for the Canadian Crowd...
[Scott Steel!]
Oh NO!
Dylan Black is none the wiser. Steel is about to creep into the ring and blindside the X*Crown Champion.
RAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
WHOA!!!
["Timeless" Alex Turner.]
Just before Scott Steel can blindside Dylan Black, Timeless hit the aisle and turned Steel around, right into a MASSIVE RIGHT MECHANICAL HAND!! The force was brutal, and it slumped Steel to the ground. At which point, Dylan Black heard the commotion and turned around, to find Steel laying on the ground, and Timeless standing over him. Black and Timeless make eye contact, and Dylan gives Timeless a slight nod. Timeless just snarls, as he was more intent on getting revenge for earlier in the evening.
Nemo has been at ringside watching all of this take place, but deciding not to get involved. The final shot is of the camera shooting the facial expressions of Dylan Black... Nemo.... and 'Timeless' before cutting away.
[Black.]
[Cut.]
--
[Bonus Footage.]
Backstage.
Nanoseconds after the show went off of the air.
Eric Dane leans on the far wall with one foot kicked up under him and a toothpick sticking out from between thin lips. That everlasting smirk is plastered across his face, you’d think by now somebody would have smacked it off but you’d be wrong.
A couple of minutes pass. The educated eye might notice the security goons posted at either end of the hallway, each man with an earplug in one ear and black shades across their eyes. Gus Arnold has put them on high alert in the event that Eric Dane starts any more shit. The Only Star either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care.
The curtain parts.
Dylan Black steps through with the X*Crown title belt slung over a shoulder. The look on his face gives away that he knew exactly what he’d find waiting for him on this side of the curtain, and striding up to The Only Star he gives zero quarter.
Black: "That’s how you operate? Sending that big pile of meat to do your work for you? It’s not gonna work on me Dane, and now it’s official, we’re both in that Rumble for the Double-Crown, and you’re gonna have to put up or shut up sooner than later!"
Eric’s smile widens to rival the Cheshire cat.
Dane: "All I hear is blah, blah, blah. I don’t see you doing anything about it."
Dylan steps in, the security goons have had enough. Before the first fist can be raised there are ten guys making a wall of beef between Dylan Black and Eric Dane.
Black: "This ain’t over, Dane!"
The Only Star winks at the X*Crown champ and blows him a kiss.
Dane: "I’ll see you soon, cupcake!"
More security droids flood the area.
[Final Cut.]
[Static.]