Tag Team Titles - Triangle Ladder Match

[Ryan Ro [NAPW]]

TRIANGLE LADDER MATCH
FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES
The New Crimes (c) vs Murder City Devils vs Malicious Intent

On January 23rd, 2006, three tag-teams waged war in NAPW's first ever triangle ladder match for the tag team titles. The Dudes vs D-X vs The Crimes. Still hailed as one of the greatest matches in NAPW history.

14 months later. The tag titles on the line. Once again a Crimes team enters the match as champions. And once again two teams, feeling robbed of the titles, will attempt to dethrone them. After TAGSTRAVAGANZA the bad blood between these three times is at an all-time high. And though LDK and Banks were able to retain their titles against all odds last week... it might just take a miracle to repeat in Calgary.

[Sebastien Martyr]

[glow=red,2,300]"Why", you ask? "Why" is not the question. How? Now, that is a question worth examining. How could I, being born of such, uh... conventional stock, arrive a leader of the rebellion? An escapist from a conformist world, destined to find happiness only in that which cannot be explained? I brought you here for a reason, but unfortunately you and your sentimental minds are doing me no good! My brain is frozen. Locked! I have to break free from this culture of mechanical reproductions and the thick encrustations dying on the surface! [/glow]

(Rain pours outside a window. Sebastien Martyr sits in a red recliner, dressed in a black ICP shirt, black jeans, black boots, black cowboy hat, black shades... you see a pattern? He sits staring out said window, in a gaze that seems to go on forever. The darkness outside is very cold, and very unforgiving. Much like the sunglasses that cover the eyes of the man wearing them. Is it to hide his emotions surrounding the turmoil that occurred over the last week? Or is it very much symbolic of the fact that even though he sits there, his soul is no where to be found?)

Sebastien: To complain over the situation that occurred would be a waste of time. Do you fans really want to hear about how two "so called" evil men got screwed by two other "so called" evil men? The chaos that went down was reminiscent of the first loss I tasted... one that too left a bad taste in my mouth. The funny thing is, that through the hell that occured... me and Casino earned a chance to bring pain to the champs again. This time, the self proclaimed "Devils" are involved. The match is as simple as it gets: One of six men will climb the esteemed ladder of success, grab the gold, and be named one half of the best tag team in the land. You want more stakes... this match is being promoted to top one of the greatest matches to ever take place... the first NAPW triangle tag team ladder match. That match was filled with no talent hacks who even in losing that match, claimed it as one of there best performances.

(Sebastien strokes his beard. He takes off his sunglasses and stares into the camera.)

Sebastien: You will NEVER hear me state that a loss, was a fine performance. Be it out of my control who won, the fact remains that I didn't get my hand raised. Now why is being a tag team champ so important to me? Because even though I hate everyone in this whole promotion, I respect my partner, and I respect the champs. They did what they had to do, and they too were tested with the same amount of chaos as we were. To be honest, they know that match wasn't a match, and should be considered a draw. That though doesn't matter. Respect for those two men ends when a bell sounds, and at stake is the only titles that matter... and the match is in the most violent atmosphere ever. That atmosphere was not captured inside a steel cage. The carnage is confined to a sixteen foot square. But in an anything goes, no restraints, nothing to hold us back enviroment... the violence will exceed anything that the sickest minds in wrestling could ever fathom.

(The camera scans as Sebastien stands up, and we see that he is inside a hospital room. A young lady wearing a neck brace is laying unconscious on the bed.)

Sebastien: People would give anything to be a champion. This girl risked her life for a chance to be a no name promotion's tag team champion. Now.. this sweet, precious flower was trampled by two men that ACTUALLY will kill to get what we want.

(He strokes her faces ever so gently with his hand.)

Sebastien: Someone's daughter, someone's mother perhaps? Maybe someone's amusement park after she gets drunk. But no more... cause she was Sacrificed for being untrue to herself. She is not a wrestler. She didn't belong in my ring. The same is true of Astro's and Phoenix... those two remind me of the little dogs, who bark and bark... but one smack with a newspaper... they run.

(Sebastien takes her hand, and kisses it.)

Sebastien: The things I could do to a prone body, the desecration that runs through my mind. I could take some surgical tools, and make her so much prettier than she ever was. I could make her so beautiful, that the thought of never ever being able to be normal person again... would make her want to die. She may never recover, but maybe she will. The uncertainty is what makes people so scared. Lloyd Rees... you feel the fear don't you. You feel the fear that everyone in wrestling knows your weakness. John Salty. The father figure, the friend.. am I right? The man that after he was injured, you lay awake at night crying your eyes out, cause you wasn't man enough to protect him. You feel less of a man that you let Bruno get away with it.

(Sebastien looks at the table next to the girls bed. He picks up a tissue to wipe a tear from the girls eye.)

Sebastien: The tears fall even when dead to the world. I catch the ones I can. But who wiped your tears, Lloyd? Was it your super talented partner, who was out losing matches, and at the same time tarnishing the name of the Crimes. The one man who everyone looks at as a "potential great wrestler" but never put in the category with his Crimes teammates. David Banks is the weak link of a team that is destined for damnation. You two are too weak, too dependent on the other to win the match. Then there's your fearless leader: Rex. He sure did you two a favor.. he booked you in a match against two hungry teams, who want to cut your faces off and hand them to your family as souvenirs. How does that make you feel? Your boss, your puppet master, making you defend your belts like this? Makes you wonder if he is just eliminating his competition in REBEL? It would me.

(Sebastien grabs some flowers left by her bedside, by a family member, fan or friend. He smells them. He places them back on the table.)

Sebastien: The smell is almost as good as the smell of this hospital room. The memories flash through my mind all day. Sacrifice on Simply Beautiful, paying him back for robbing me of my day in the sun. The thoughts of Tommy Deathrow splatting on concrete. The feeling that oozed through my body when this girl's spine was compacted, and cracked by the force of the only true Martyr in wrestling. The thoughts of Simply Beautiful, feeling Bankrupt and laying limp on the mat. The feeling of choking out a man until his body gives up. The memories of seeing Casino, Bankrupt this girls partner. All these wonderful things.

(His eyes roll back in his head as a satisfied look explodes to his face.)

Sebastien: Nothing in this world like it. The pure joy... [face turns to a cold stare] is taken over by a thought of Bruce Richards pinning me. The agonizing reality of losing the cage match. The sick feeling of being tossed over the top ropes, and watching Simply Beautiful take my spotlight. Yeah... as the saying goes, "No joy without pain." David Banks and Lloyd Rees have tons of joy, and for that comes the pain. The pain of ladders crashing over their nearly dead bodies. The suffering of knowing that try as they will, they aren't as good as me and Casino. Two great wrestlers, losing to far superior ones. Reality.

(Sebastien places his sunglasses on his face, grabs his black trench coat, and puts it on.)

Sebastien: For Phoenix and Astros? The sick feeling of having victory snatched from your fingers... that will continue. You will feel overcome with anger, and this undying urge to do something about it. Then you will look up at me and Casino basking in the jeers from the moronic fans. You see us taking in the moment.. and you will be hit with the realization, that there is absolutely NOTHING you can do to stop us. You are not as good as you think you are, you are far worse. You haven't the will, the passion or the intangibles to be a success against us. You know it too.

(Sebastien gets on one knee. He grabs the girls hand, and bows his head.)

Sebastien: You feel pain now my love, the pain will be there a long time. You made a mistake, and you will endure a lifetime of suffering for it. Crimes, Murder-city Devils.. you too will make that mistake. You two teams are looking at your own future. You need to understand Sebastien Martyr.

Making people bleed is my thing.

Breaking bones is my hobby.

Changing lives is my career.

Causing souls to seek my help is my destiny.

Becoming the leader of men is my calling.

Winning the tag team titles...

that's simply my...

reality.

(Fade to black.)

[Murder City Devils]

A dark night in Edmonton after a brutal, event-filled card. Tagstravagaza II is in the books, and all the NAPW fans have long since gone home. Over the video of the still night skyline plays "The City Sleeps" by MC 900FtJesus.

Stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain 'round a street light
I stop and look and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around...

The camera zooms and pans around the cityscape, finding a clearing and two men standing over a pot or a barrel, barely illuminated by an old streetlamp... it's hard to tell from that distance.

Alone I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole...

The camera pans closer to the two men. The shorter has a briefcase in his hand, the larger is bandaged and leaning on a steel chair, fiddling through his pockets for something. For NAPW observers, these two men are very familiar.

So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can...

The camera pulls in closer, as the larger man lights something in his hand and throws it in the barrel between them. The contents of the barrel light ablaze, and we can definitely identify the two men. Donovan Astros and Jake Phoenix, the Murder City Devils stand over the lit barrel as Astros fiddles with the locks on the briefcase. Phoenix looks down into the barrel, the flames playing shadows across his face, a bit worse for the wear after running the gauntlet. He runs his gloved hand along the blood-stained bandage on his forehead... and grins.

PHOENIX - That was fun, Donnie.

ASTROS - It was, Jake, but it feels like something's missing. I mean, I'm here... you're here...

Astros looks down at the briefcase in his hands.

ASTROS - This Halliburton of Terry Brandon's that got wrapped around my skull is here!

Astros starts punching the locks, trying to get the briefcase to open.

PHOENIX - What the (BLEEP) are you doing?

ASTROS - I want to know what in the HELL was in that thing.

Phoenix grabs the briefcase from Astros. After staring at him, he turns it upside-down - and SLAMS it hard against the ground once. With another sizable dent on it, the briefcase locks have been popped open. Phoenix hands it back to Astros. While Astros thumbs through the contents of the suitcase, Phoenix reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can of beer. He pops it open and takes a swig.

ASTROS - I hope they're all happy about what happened last night... happy that the Murder City Devils are out here without the Tag Team titles! It's just too damn bad for Terry Brandon and the Crimes that they left us a little gift.

PHOENIX - So let's crack it open and see what's inside - just like I'm gonna do to those punks on the 29th!

ASTROS - Let's see... bills...

Astros chucks some papers into the fire.

ASTROS - Plans for world domination...

More fuel for the bonfire as papers trickle down, dancing in the flames.

ASTROS - Oh look, a rather large check from Rex Caliber for a 'personal appearance'... You think we can cash this, Jake?

Phoenix looks the check over.

PHOENIX - Yeah. I know a guy that'll do it for us.

Phoenix pockets the check.

PHOENIX - What else?

ASTROS - I'll look over it more later... that's probably enough fuel for the fire. Lord knows I'm pissed off enough at it is right now.

PHOENIX - What the (BLEEP)'re you pissed off about? Cuz we lost? Who the (BLEEP) cares? We went through and tied up all the loose ends - and we're gonna do it again this week. Nobody's been able to run - not those Kurtis bitches, not Casino and whatever, nobody. NOBODY.

ASTROS - Why am I pissed? WHY AM I PISSED? Simple, Jake.

Astros looks down on the dented, cracked, broken Halliburtion in his hands, and smiles.

ASTROS - We had all 4 of them at our mercy, in that ring, inside that cage, and a couple of them still managed to walk out under their own power!

Phoenix takes another swig of his beer, crushing the can slightly.

PHOENIX - Guess we'll just hafta fix that, won't we?

ASTROS - Yes, we will. May 22nd, New Crimes, Martyr, Casino, you stole from NAPW. You stole from the poor fools that paid money to come out and watch. But most importantly, you stole from the Murder City Devils, and it's time to pay your debts.

Astros stops thumbing through the briefcase and pulls a piece of paper out, smiling.

ASTROS - And pay you shall, in a steel hell, surrounded by ladders, with the Tag titles in the air just a few feet above us for the taking!

PHOENIX - Y'see, boys, you know what happens when you start something? It's a small problem, but if you don't take care of it...

Suddenly, Phoenix chucks his beer can hard into the barrel, which then shoots flames out the top from the added alcohol. Astros shields himself briefly, as Phoenix laughs.

PHOENIX - ....then it becomes a big problem. And boys.. you've now got a BIG problem. You've got the Devils on your asses.

ASTROS - Banks, Rees, Salty, Caliber, Brandon, you lit a fire you can't tame. You've stoked flames you can't control!

Astros stands, arms open, breathing in the hot air.

ASTROS - This is the Devil's playground, boys! This Tuesday...

PHOENIX - ....playtime's over.

As the camera pans back, Phoenix pours more alcohol into the fire, causing the flames to crackle even higher. "The City Sleeps" begins playing again.

Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps...

Everything else fades but the flames from the screen as we static out.

[Chris Casino]

"So...The Crimes retained their belts thanks to help from that masked bastard Mr. Canada. Now I know how people felt when the Untouchables or The New & Improved DX used to run interference for me. It just plain sucks. And Ca$h? What the Hell was he doing? If I wanted his help I would have asked his dumb ass for it. Me and Martyr had those titles in our grasp. I could almost feel the gold and leather pressing against my waist. But no...The Crimes want to play dirty pool. Well they sure as Hell picked the wrong guy to piss off. Lloyd Rees and his life partner just signed their death warrants by screwing me out of what I want. What I deserve. The NAPW Tag Team Championship. They want to play dirty? They want to bend the rules? Kids, I made a career out of doing that. Shine those belts up Crimes, because in less than a week those straps are coming home to Malicious Intent."

- Canada -

Casino is not a happy camper. Even in this posh suite he sulks like a small child after he just found out that he can't have the toy he wanted. His arm candy, Monique is nowhere to be seen today. No doubt she's out shopping to get away from Casinos sour mood. Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black tee shirt that reads "I'm not famous, I'm notorious" Casino stands before us with a disgusted look on his face.

Casino: Crimes, I hope you're watching this. I hope you're sitting at home, arms draped around each other and eating popcorn as this promo plays on your television set. I want you to look at my eyes and see that what I'm about to say is the gospel truth.

Pause.

Casino: Crimes, come May 29th I will do whatever it takes to maim you two sorry bastards. At "Badder Blood" Myself and Martyr will walk into that match with two agendas that we fully plan on carrying out. The first is of course taking those ladders and shoving them down your throats. I would have said ramming them up your ass but I think you guys would enjoy that to much. Lloyd Rees, you and I have been bad mouthing each other for months. I'll give you your due. You're a Triple Crown Winner, Hell you're a grand slam winner. Just. Like. Me. You've also have the record for most Culmulative Most Titles Held. Which basically translates to...You get beaten a lot for when you're champion.

Casino: I held the Pure Honor Title for nearly five months. I was a triple crown and grand slam winner before anyone even thought such things could be accomplished. But here's a little trivia. I never lost the NAPW Tag Title. It was stripped from me when I walked out on this promotion last summer. Right now you two mooks are holding a title that was taken from me without me ever being pinned nor submitting. Face it Rees...You're nothing more than a Chris Casino knock off. And a poor one at that. Patrick Kidd, Evan Cartwright & Patrick Bickle are all on the shelf or retired because of me. Your name will get added to that list in a week or so buddy.

Casino runs a hand over his stubble. He's badly in need of a shave.

Casino: Now I'm sure you and your manager Ol' Salty Balls will make all kinds of grandiose threats about me and my partner. I'd be disappointed if you didn't. So go ahead and toss out another asinine promo. Tell the world that you're going to beat Malicious Intent at Badder Blood. I want you at your very best Rees. That way it will be all the better when we walk away from that ladder match with those tag team titles around our waists. As for your partner David Banks? He's got about as much in ring skill as Jon Tees. His promos are about as exciting as watching a Mr. Slick vs Lobo match. face it, you got lucky last week. You pulled out Mr. Canada...A vastly overused gimmick...And took a page from my old playbook to keep those belts. Fate will not shine on you two morons again.

Casino smirks and walks over to the mini bar. Possibly his favorite area in the entire suite. Well, after the bedroom that is. He starts to mix as a drink as he looks straight into the camera.

Casino: Now let's chat about these other retards who have somehow managed to get into this match. The Murder City Devils? Who the Hell do these kids think they are? Back when we tagged with them at the NAPW/REBEL supershow we had to carry them. If it wasn't for us Team NAPW would have lost to a bunch of hillbillies from North Carolina. Sure they got the pinfall...After they snuck in under us and stole our thunder. MCD, come next week you'll see the difference between curtain jerkers...Like yourselves...And main eventers like Martyr and myself. Face it, you're entering a match with the only two men to be the grand slam winners in this damn promotion. What have you two done? Besides push carts for a living at Wal-Mart?

Casino: While you two kids are off playing with fire and pilfering through Brandons briefcase let me make one thing abundantly clear. Only one team is walking out of Badder Blood with those Tag Team Titles. That team is Malicious Intent. Astros & Phoenix? You two idiots are completely out of your league. Maybe a nice shot to the head with a ladder will set you straight about the pecking order here in NAPW. Me and Martyr talked...We decided that we'll maim you two first so that we can deal with the "real" stars in this match. But don't worry, we'll send you a Get Well card at whatever hospital they cart your sorry asses off to.

Casino takes a drink of his Rum & Coke and offers us a smile. A smile that reminds us of a used car salesman.

Casino: Take a look kids. Take a look at the next NAPW Tag Team Champion. Take a look at the future of NAPW. Nobody, not The Crimes nor the duo of Astros & Phoenix can stop me from my goal. Chris Casino will indeed become a two time Tag Team Champion and that you sorry no talent havin' bastards is something you can take to the bank!

Casino dismisses us and we cut out.

[Murder City Devils]

Fade into the interior of a humble hotel room somewhere in Calgary. Alright, who am I kidding, it's a dump, and the current inhabitants aren't improving the look of things too much either. On one bed is Jake Phoenix, sitting back and adding to a rather impressive pile of empty beer cans by finishing off another cold one. Pacing and fretting in the room is Donovan Astros, watching the TV and simmering a bit. Playing on the ol' boob tube is the latest comments of Chris Casino. Finally Astros stops, turns off the television and nearly impales the remote in the wall.

ASTROS - I'm sick of hearing it, Jake!

PHOENIX - I'm sick of you watchin' this wrestling crap this late at night. Turn it back to Cinemax already.

ASTROS - But all that's on there is...

Astros thumbs through the TV listings.

ASTROS - Spiderbabe... Lost in Ecstacy... can't you watch this later? Like, from your own room?

PHOENIX - I'm just passin' the time, Donnie. We still got what, four days in this hellhole till we get the tag titles?

ASTROS - Yeah. Four days of listening to bleating idiots like Chris Casino and Sebastien Martyr. Four days of listening to thieves and cowards like Lloyd Rees and David Banks. Four days of listening to the four of you talk about how we don't belong in 'your' main event match. Four day--

While Astros has been going on and on, Phoenix has grabbed the remote and changed the channel. He turns up the volume to try to drown him out with Misty Mundae's simulated moaning.

ASTROS (yelling)- For goodness sake, can you turn that down? I'm trying to tal-

Astros turns to face the TV. There is a rather long pause, filled only by the sounds of simulated sex.

ASTROS - Ok, I'll make my points faster. Happy now?

Phoenix smiles, then turns the TV back down to background noise level.

PHOENIX - You're gettin' it. Now, what were you sayin'?

ASTROS - I was saying that no one in this main event is giving us the respect that we deserve!

PHOENIX - Like what, that Casino bitch? We ain't givin' THEM any respect either, whaddya expect? Personally, I don't give a (BLEEP) what they think. Whether they respect us or not, I'm gonna beat the shit outta all of 'em with the ladders, so why does it matter?

ASTROS - As fun as beating the living crap out the New Crimes and... Malicious Intent? Who names themselves Malicious Intent? That's about as fear-inspiring as Disorderly Conduct or Civil Disobedience. As fun as beating the four of you up, knocking you senseless, ripping your arms out of their sockets, and then climbing on a heap of your broken, shattered bodies is going to be this Tuesday... perception in this business is everything.

PHOENIX - No shit. Why do ya hafta advertise that you've got malicious intent? Why're you talkin' about new crimes? Me, I've had malicious intent for years, I've got new crimes every time I'm in the (BLEEP)ing ring, but I don't talk about it - I just (BLEEP)ing go out there and show them what crimes I can make when I've got "malicious intent." I got news for you - you're gonna need a lot more than intent when the Devils're in there with you four punks and there's ladders for us to play with!

ASTROS - It's Murder City coming to your town, Calgary. Ladders all around the Legion Hall. Casino, Martyr, we're curtain jerkers that you're going to maim first to let the main eventers play? Rees, Banks, we're midcarders that don't belong on your level? Here's a news flash, Tom Brokaw! Six matches, five decisive victories, one tainted loss thanks to your 'special friend' Terry Bradshaw's briefcase! Top all that off with the two of us 'curtain jerkers' leaving the four of you in a bloodied, beaten train-wreck scene of humanity during your little cage...

Astros pauses, flustered, like he's thinking of a word to say.

ASTROS - Travi-sham-ockery!

Phoenix stares at Astros.

PHOENIX - Travi-what?

ASTROS - It was a FRAUD the four of you tried to perpetuate inside of that cage last Tuesday! This Tuesday boys, there's no room for smoke and mirrors, just steel ladders and human bodies, and boys, I'd hate to be going into a fight like this against a monster of a man like Jake Phoenix with nothing to call him off or hold him back.

Phoenix leans back on his bed, his hands behind his head.

PHOENIX - Y'know, Donnie, I just was thinkin' about last week.... when I scooped up that bitch Matthew Kurtis, and dropped him on his head on the steps....

ASTROS - What about it?

PHOENIX - Y'think it'll sound different when I drop Casino's head on a ladder?

ASTROS - I dunno, Jake, but I'm going to love finding out.

Phoenix strokes his chin in thought as he resumes watching TV. Fade out.

["LDK" Lloyd Rees]

Post Tagstravaganza...

-We open in the locker room of The New Crimes. All the gang is there. NAPW Tag Team Champions "LDK" Lloyd Rees and David Banks, are in hard shape but after coming out on top of the Gauntlets and the Steel Cage Main Event, they are still the Champs. The New Crimes are celebrating the win with a few beer as we catch up with their conversation.-

Rex Caliber: Good job tonight men!!

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Was d'ere ever a doubt fellas? I told ya d'hat me and Banks would walk in t'Tagstravaganza as NAPW Tag Champs and walk right back out da revolve'n door d'hat is da waste of tag talent dis promotion has, still with da gold held high!!

Rex Caliber: I'm glad you think that way Rees, because I have been trying to think of a great match for next week at "Badder Blood".

David Banks: How about Mr. Slick and Risky Business with their arms tied behind their backs?

Rex Caliber: Well...

David Banks: Bluegrass Mafia in a non-title match?

Rex Caliber: Now Banks, none of those matches are going to sell tickets. We need something to bring the fans night in and night out...

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Rexy, ya know it don't make a f**k'n difference what kinda of match ya sign, Banks and meself are da bast dame tag team da NAPW has ever seen and if anyone tinks different d'hey need just wait till da DVD fer Tagstravaganza comes out. Why don't ya go ahead and sign Da New Crimes versus Da Murder City Devils versus Martyr and Casino in a Triple Treat Ladder Match...

-Caliber pauses for a second.-

Rex Caliber: PERFECT!!

David Banks: What?!

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Rex?!

Rex Caliber: Picture it! You get another perfect chance to prove that you don't f**k with The New Crimes and I fill the Ogden Legion Hall in Calgary!!

David Banks: But...

-"LDK" gets out of his chair and slaps Banks on the back.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: It's all good Banks!! D'ose Larrys don't stand a chance against us anyways. Make it so Rexy!! T'tell ya da truth, I'm look'n forward t'dis. Another chance t'slap da taste out of d'ose bitches mouths!!

Rex Caliber: That's my Rees...

-Scene fades.-

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-"Badder Blood" perfect name for an NAPW event that follows up the "s**t-show" that was Tagstravaganza II. The Main Event for "Badder Blood" will place NAPW Tag Champions "LDK" Lloyd Rees and David Banks in a Triple Treat Ladder match with the Tag Titles on the line. Their opponents; the other finalist team from Tagstravaganza, Sebastian Martyr and Chris Casino, and the team that made in impact in the Steel Cage, The Murder City Devils. As the camera comes to focus we are centered on a banner for the above mentioned show. Enter the Champs lead by John Salty, still tied to his wheel chair. John Salty looks to the camera and starts to speak.-

John Salty: Behind me is pure greatness!! Da undisputed NAPW Tag Team Champions!! Tagstravaganza II winners!! And da team d'hat is about t'make it's second successful title defense it what would consider impossible odds. D'ese are me b'ys..."Da Charismatic Colossus" David Banks and "LDK" Lloyd Rees!!

-Focus on Rees. The NAPW Tag and Provincial Champion is wearing his regular golden shroud; four titles in all.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Here we go again! Another match, another title defense, and without a doubt, another victory. Sure, "the deck is stacked" some would say but me and Banksie here did just destroy thirteen other teams t'hold on t'our titles. Can't see how some little ladder match is going t'be anymore of a challenge certainly when one of da other teams involved is da big bad Murder City Devils. Devils, ya managed t'get one over on us during da Steel Cage when our backs were turned but, dis Tuesday, tings will be different. Ya won't be able t'sneak up from behind like da cowards ya are. NO!! In fact, ye two jobber-ass rookies will have t'step into da ring with da NAPW's most decorated man as one of yer opponents, "Da East Coast Sensation" in da opposite corner, a man d'hat neither one of ye will never be able t'get da better of when d'ese title are on da line. Ya tink d'hat we lit a fire we can't tame, stoked flames we can't control?! God dame it kids, we're Da New F**k'n Crimes, not some bulls**t tag team d'hat ya can walk all over!! Make sure ye Larry's spend da next few days in da gym and watch'n ol'tapes of Banks here me meself cause ye f**ks are go'n t'need every ounce of help ye can get!! Banks?

-Camera looks at Banks.-

David Banks: Like usual my partner here has done a good job telling you complete waste of space what we, the NAPW Tag Team Champions, think of you fools. But, it can never be said enough how f**king good we actually are!! But, after Tuesday you will be able to write home to your mothers first hand and tell them exactly what kind of team the "Charismatic Colossus" and "LDK" actually are!! Now, that brings us to the second team involved in OUR match; Sebastian Martyr and Chris Casino...

-Back to Rees.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Christ!! Are ya serious?! I got t'waste more breath talk'n about d'ese guys...

-Lloyd takes a deep breath.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Martyr, a little upset about yer loss at Tagstravaganza are ya? Well, get da f**k over it!! Ya were in da ring with me, da "LDK" and what happens when yer in da ring with "LDK", ya lose!! Nice of ya t'point out how Rexy is try'n t'screw us...WAKE DA F**K UP MARTYR!! Da New Crimes are solid bi**h!! We created dis match t'gether t'make ye sluts suffer da same results as ya did inside da Steel Cage, t'make sure when we beat ye Larrys again, d'hat ya have no excuses!! No reason t'cry!! Sure, yer f**k'n hungry but, d'ere is no way d'hat chef "LDK" is go'n t'be serve'n up yer ass truffles, foie gras, and caviar if ya even know what d'ose tings are. Da only ting you'll be get'n is a fine serve'n of a Crimes-style beat down and d'ere ain't anyting you or yer "LDK" wannabe buddy, Chris Casino, can do about it!!

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Ah! Chris Casino. Da one man in dis match d'hat I can't wait t'get me hands on. Yer right Casino, me and you have been bad mouth'n each other fer months here in da NAPW but why some people may ask? We have never truly crossed paths and in fact we hate all da same people. S**t!! If ya look at it on paper, me and you should be best buds!! Party'n and drink'n t'all hours of da night but, d'ere is one ting d'hat keeps d'hat from happen'n. If d'ere is one person in da NAPW or in da whole wrasslin' world d'hat has an equally big ego as da "LDK" it's you!! We've both done it all!! Hell, if I was asked who da best two pure wrasslers in da NAPW were, I'd have t'say, even though Ravager still somehow has da big gold belt, me and...Chris Casino

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: I never though d'hat me and you would be stare'n across da ring at each other with d'ese bi**hes on da line...

-Rees taps his NAPW Tag Title Championship belt that is wrapped around his waist.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: I honestly though d'hat our first meet'n would have been me walk'n all over yer a** and end'n yer history make'n Pure Honor Title run add'n yet another title t'me very extensive resume but, befer d'hat could happen ya went and lost t'our "Champion" and da Pure Honor title was retired. Shame, da belt would have really finished me look....

-Rees adjust his plethora of titles.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Either way ya look at dis Tuesday Casino, whatever it is we have between us, will not be solved. Dis is about da NAPW Tag Team Championship!! Titles d'hat, me and Banks here are not will'n t'give up, certainly t'you!! Where exactly ya come off compare'n me t'Kidd, Cartwright, and Bickle I'm not sure. Ya know, even though I'm sure ya won't admit it, I'm light years ahead of d'ose Waynes. And, even if by some miracle you and Martyr manage t'walk out of "Badder Blood" with our belts ya know in d'hat pea-brain of yers, ya will never add me t'some list...

David Banks: I'm looking Casino but, I don't see a Champion, I don't see the future...

-Rees holds the, well polished, NAPW Tag Title belt in front of Banks face. Banks's reflection is clear.-

David Banks: Oh! There it is!! CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

-Rees and Banks exit and the camera returns to John Salty.-

John Salty: Now b'ys, Tuesday should be a real Kelligrews Soiree!!

-Salty wheels himself off camera as the seen fades.-

---

-We reopen at the University of Alberta Hospital. John Salty sits in his wheel chair and an attractive nurse stand in front of him. Her name is Michelle. The camera closes in on them and we can hear their conversation.-

Michelle: Now John, we have to get you to start these exercises if you ever want to get out of that chair.

John Salty: I can get meself out of dis chair missus, just watch...

-John tires to get himself out of his wheel chair, only to stumble to one knee. It is a sad sight. John is an older man but, to see him lose the ability to walk is not right.-

Michelle: See John, your having trouble but, we want to help you. If you will just listen and follow our instructions and exercises you should be able to get back to one hundred percent mobility in a very short time.

-Salty seems to be humbled.-

John Salty: OK missus, what do we have t'do?

Michelle: First off, my name is Michelle...

-Nurse Michelle explains the recovery process to John and he takes it all in. A lot of work is needed but, in due time, Salty will walk again.-

Michelle: You understand John?

John Salty: I do but, from here on in missus...Michelle... You can call me Mr. Salty

Michelle: It is going to be like this is it?

John Salty: Sure is! Yer go'n t'show dis ol'man some respect!

-Mr. Salty whispers under his breath.-

Mr. Salty: Just like Bruno and everyone else after June 12th...

-Fade.-

[Sebastien Martyr]

[glow=red,2,300]There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.[/glow]

(The fancy props aren't really needed. The stage is already set up, and adding anything else would be overkill. But who's to say overkill is bad? The most prestigious Tag Team Championship in all of independent wrestling, is up for grabs... literally. Six athletes, none of whom think anyone is better than them, compete in a brutal, life altering, career changing encounter. There are ten steps, or "rungs" if you will, that will lead to one team winning, and two teams losing. A spotlight shines through the darkness to reveal a steel ladder... with ten rungs. Each rung is labeled with a card. Sebastien Martyr isn't seen but is clearly heard as he reads the bottom rung.)

KNOW THY GOAL

(The picture fades to a pair of championship title belts laying on the ground. They glitter in the spotlight. Then out of know where we see blood dripping on to the belts. The camera stays on the blood drenched belts.)

Sebastien: The mecca of tag team wrestling... one ladder climb away. The goal is within the grasp of two individuals who have nothing but lust for them. Lust is more powerful than love. Lust is the most powerful emotion ever known. A notch above hate. The belts give power to the holders. Power that rivals that of NAPW Champ. They are on equal footing so to speak. You have that tag gold, and you are an elite member of the wrestling world. Men hate you, but can't help to envy you at the same token. The goal is simple... annihilate the competition, make them where they can no longer stand... and grab the belts. Simple as it sounds, two road blocks are in the way. Those road blocks can be moved, ran around, or leaped. They are not going to stop Martyr and Casino from reaching to the high heavens, and bring down the gold.

(The camera goes to the second rung from the bottom. Sebastien states very loudly what it says.)

KNOW THY PARTNER

(Flashes of Chris Casino highlights take over the screen. Winning the NAPW title. Winning the Tag Team titles. Winning the Provincial title. Winning the Pure Honor title. The common denominator.. we see Chris Casino... winning.)

Sebastien: My partner is a winner. Born and bred to be a victorious man in whatever he chose to do. The all around wrestler, with better mat skills than anyone on the roster. He has a killer instinct that rivals only mine. Chris Casino is a living legend in wrestling, and it's my pleasure to have him as my partner. His knowledge baffles me. His will to win pushes me to compete. The man doesn't stop obsessing over being tag team champs. It's all he wants, and who am I to let that dream die? I refuse too. He has been discriminated against since day one here... and he has overcome those obstacles to become a Grand Slam champion. He won every major title he had a chance at... and will stop at nothing to gain back the tag titles... that he never actually lost.

(The third rung from bottom is glanced at.)

KNOW THY ENEMY PART 1

(The camera scans over to two wax models. One looks like Donovan Astros, the other Jake Phoenix. The Donovan one is bleeding from the head, with a dented steel chair next to him. The Jake model is laying on a stretcher with a neck brace on.)

Sebastien: They want their due respect? [he spits on the ground] That's how I feel about that respect. You guys are entering a butcher house. Two lambs going to slaughter, cause you are too stupid to take heed to the warnings. You will be Sacrificed. You will leave Bankrupt of your souls. Your Career Killer moniker dies, with your career, Jake. I see you guys giving the good fight, and you are the less hated duo, so you will get half hearted cheers. But not even an act of whatever God you pray too.. CAN BEAT US! The feeling of blood over my hands will be so grand. I can smell it already. The sticky sweet aroma of a job done right. The bone showing through just enough to make the fans in the front row vomit. Astros... Jake... you two guys are posers. You know nothing about self sacrifice, or the sheer will to win at all costs. Your best chance at winning those belts, is travel problems for the team of Casino and Martyr. Mark my words, write them down, read them before you go to sleep, and recite them all day... SEBASTIEN MARTYR OWNS YOU... CHRIS CASINO WILL MUTILATE YOU. YOU WILL NOT WIN!

(The seventh rung from the top, fourth from the bottom... it is the rung focused in on.)

KNOW THY ENEMY PART 2

(The camera scans to see a wheelchair turned over, and a wax model of John Salty with his head turned around back-wards. Then a wax model of a Lloyd Rees laying on the ground, covering up a broken table. His head is bloody, and has an X marked in blood on his chest. David Bank's has a wax model too, his has his head trapped inside a closed ladder.)

Sebastien: The weak link is Banks. He is brash, cocky, and full of mistakes. He will be an easy target to take out. He is being carried so far, by the incredibly strong back of Rees. But that back gives out Tuesday. Now... Rees, you have a weakness. I see a scenario where you are climbing the ladder... Casino meets you at the top. Then you hear John Salty scream in his colorful way... and you look over to him. You see me, both hands on his head... ready to snap his neck. You need to make a decision don't you? You choose to save Salty, and Casino grabs the belts. That's a smart move. Now you may choose to leave him in the back, but he can be found. With a following such as mine.. that man isn't safe. What Bruno did to him, will rival a hug compared to what I'll do. I might take a razor and cut his face a bit. Or maybe take my chain and choke him till he turns bright blue. The possibilities are endless, Rees. You need to learn how to deal with the inevitable. You will know longer be a tag champ after Tuesday, and there's nothing you, Banks, some washed up invalid, or any CRIME can do to stop us.

(The fifth rung from the bottom is now shown.)

KNOW THY SELF

(We see Sebastien Martyr enter the picture. He has his hands covered in blood.)

Sebastien: I am more than a person. I am more than a man. I am a spirit living among wasted lives. I have found one person who truly has it in him to help me succeed. Chris Casino is that man. I am not going to lose. I refuse to let Rex Almighty God screw me again. This is destiny kids. Sebastien Martyr is used to getting what he wants. I want gold, and this Tuesday, no one shall deny me. With those belts, the ideas can be set free. The leaders take their throne, and the NAPW will be ruled by two real men... not a group of flunkies. The spirit that lives in most people, the one that guides them to be good, steers them from evil.. mines dead. I have no conscience and no remorse. What happens in that ring.. I'll never ask for forgiveness... nor will I apologize. It will be gruesome.

(The next rung is shown.)

KNOW THY ENVIRONMENT

(The past ladder match highlights are shown. The chaos of the first Triangle Tag Team ladder match. Rees versus Evan Cartwright, the most recent one for the unified Television and Provincial titles. The damage, the broken bodies, the carnage.)

Sebastien: Anything goes, only one way to win. Rex Caliber could send in whoever he wants.. but he knows that he is about to piss off so many people, that REBEL will have a line waiting to get in. I don't expect a repeat of last week. This week it will be the personification of a cluster(BLEEP). I hate to use the profane words of the common street walker, but it is truly being used in it's intended way. The match will be brutal, and skin will cut. Bones will give way to various metal objects. Air will exit the body, and slowly return, only to be forced out by an opponent. The scene is set... total insanity. But regardless... two men will be the crazier duo, and we shall win.

(The next rung is shown. We see a foot hanging near it.)

KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES

(We see the highlights of the cage match last week. We see Mr. Canada helping Rees, and Banks.)

Sebastien: Winning means that Rex Caliber might want revenge. He might have it out for me and Casino. To him.. I say bring it. It's going to happen, and if you truly think that you can place pain on me that I've never felt.. I laugh in your face, Rex. You can't manipulate me. You can't do anything, because you made your choice real clear last week. You are a threat to the Martyr/Casino empire. You feel the fear creeping on you, don't you? You think you picked the wrong two men to team with. That you did, but Casino and me... we aren't "yes" men. We tell it like it is, and you tell it how it might be. If winning those belts means hell is unleashed.. then I say welcome in the fire boys.. I'm ready to burn.

(The next rung is shown as someones legs are clearly dangling from the ladder.)

KNOW THE POWER OF DENIAL

Sebastien: We must deny pain. We must deny the feeling of exhaustion. He must deny the will of the other four men, and deny them of their dream. Denial is a great thing. To shut off the pain, and have it not bother you.. it makes me that much better. You can't hurt me for long. It doesn't stun me, nor make me less a man. Denying you two teams of that gold... that's the denial you shall see.

(Nearing the top, two rungs left.. we are showing someones knees, and legs.)

KNOW HOW NOT TO LOSE

Sebastien: Losing a match, is a matter of making one mistake at the wrong time. Simple as that. I've done it a few times, and the last match was out of our control. The thought of losing this match makes me want to take a rusty razor blade and cut my wrists. I can't stand to fight, fight, and fight some more.. only to leave with nothing. Wasting my hate is a bad thing. My hatred of losing fuels a beating that shall come upon the Crimes and the Murder City Devils. The two menacing, supposed to be intimidating teams... couldn't scare a fat man by telling him McDonald's is going out of business. You want to intimidate me? You want to have Casino scared of you? You need to wake up, smell the rotting bodies in the basement, and come to the conclusion that You.. ARE... NOTHING.

(The last rung is shown, and a hand waves the camera up. Chris Casino, smirking as always is at the top.)

KNOW HOW TO WIN

Chris: Simple. You get distracted or knocked out, and you lose. We are taking on some hyped up, backwoods bitches, and two guys who rubbed Rex the "right way" and kept their belts. And it was still by the skins of their bitch teeth. You are looking at the most decorated champion to ever grace a ring in front of you dirty Canadians. I'm CHRIS CASINO.. CHAMPION FOR LIFE! My stomach is cold, and Tuesday.. it will be covered with gold. The time for crying is over, the past is over, and sticking ladders down the throats of four no talent hacks... it's coming soon. You bring it on.. and we'll shut you down.

(Cut to Sebastien Martyr.)

Sebastien: So... the ladder of success isn't that tough. You just have the man who is on top of things. [quick scan of Casino, then returning to Martyr] The fact that you guys are showing up is mind blowing. You will leave with body parts missing, and I shall fill some plastic bags with more bloody towels. The time is ticking away on the Crimes title reign. Sebastien Martyr... Chris Casino... we have the secret to success in this ladder match. We simply have more guts, more passion, more conviction in what we do. We will take the fight to you, and you shall fall at the feet of two men who clearly have...

Chris:[glow=red,2,300]MALICIOUS INTENT![/glow]

(Fade to black.)

[Murder City Devils]

We are Almost LIVE! outside the Ogden Legion Hall in Calgary, Alberta, where the camera fades in on faithful backstage reporter Josh Reynolds.

REYNOLDS - Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing outside the site of Badder Blood here in Calgary where, in three days, three teams will square off in a ladder match for the NAPW Tag Team titles! Joining me right now...

From the right side of the screen come Jake Phoenix and Donovan Astros, the Murder City Devils. Astros is carrying a plastic rectangle... I mean Terry Brandon's briefcase, dented and at this point taped shut, since the locks are useless. Phoenix hangs his trademark Oakley shades off the collar of his Murder City Devils T-shirt while Astros smirks.

REYNOLDS - ...Is one of the two teams who will be competing against those Tag Team champions. Jake, Dono-

PHOENIX - Shut the (BLEEP) up, Reynolds. They know who we are. We're the Murder City Devils, and we're gonna be the next NAPW tag team champions. And the next time you act that way with us, I'll put your (BLEEP)ing head through that wall, got it?

Phoenix, by now, is staring a hole right through Reynolds. He means business. Reynolds bristles and cowers under the sincerity of that threat.

REYNOLDS - O-okay. Devils, we've been hearing a lot from both of the opposing teams in the Tag Team Ladder Match about how you guys are newcomers to NAPW and how they feel you don't belong in a match of this magnitude.

ASTROS - Josh, you have eyes, ears, and just enough brain to form a complete sentence, don't you?

REYNOLDS - Well, yeah.

ASTROS - And what have you seen us do since setting foot in NAPW?

REYNOLDS - You've done a lot of-

Astros cuts him off immediately.

ASTROS - Winning. That's what we've done a lot of. Outside of taking this beaut' to the skull...

Astros slaps the briefcase for effect.

ASTROS - And having the Tag Titles stolen from us last week, we've done everything we've ever said we'd do here in NAPW. Jake, how have those Kurtis boys been doing ever since they called us out right when we got here?

PHOENIX - Well, lessee - the first time they talked shit about us, they ran like a couple of cowards. The second time they talked shit about us, we split their heads open and left them and their little slut laying in a heap. The third time... well, they ain't talking so much anymore, are they?

Phoenix slaps the briefcase, causing Astros to stagger slightly.

PHOENIX - The point is this, Reynolds - ever since we got here to NAPW, everybody's been talkin' a good game, sayin' how they're gonna take out me and Donnie. And me and Donnie? We're still here. Nobody's been able to take us down and out, and nobody's gonna do it, 'specially not the Crimes and 'specially not Martyr and Casino. We gave 'em a little peek of their futures last week, and this week, it'll all come true.

REYNOLDS - Speaking of last week and previews, you had to notice the fans' reaction to the two of you as you laid waste to both the New Crimes and Malicious Intent in the steel cage finale last week. Nothing the two of you have done has really led to a fan-friendly exterior so far here in NAPW, but the cheers were there for you. Any chance you're going to use this newfound popularity to your advantage?

Phoenix reaches around Astros and slaps Reynolds in the back of the head. Hard. He goes down to one knee and loses his grip on the mic, which Astros deftly catches in one hand.

ASTROS - We're getting more popular by the second, Josh! Seriously, kid, how do you stay on the payroll? Do we look like the kind of people that care what the fans think? Hell, aren't these the same fans that were chanting REBEL after our victory two weeks ago in the eight-man tag? They don't know what they want from week to week.

Astros smirks momentarily.

ASTROS - But if it's us you want, fans, Murder City Devils T-shirts will be available at the concession stand this Tuesday when doors open!

PHOENIX - You wanna cheer us, fine, just shows how smart you people're gettin'. You wanna boo us, go right ahead - it ain't gonna change a damn thing we do. It ain't gonna mean we're gonna go easy on the Crimes and Casino and Martyr. We're gonna be tossin' them through tables and into those ladders just the same. And if any of you punks like him..

Reynolds is getting back up, and Phoenix nonchalantly slaps his back. Reynolds coughs and goes back down.

PHOENIX - ...get in our way, I don't give a (BLEEP) if you're wearing one of these shirts or not, I'll knock your ass out.

ASTROS - Don't worry about that, Jake, the only people that love Casino and Martyr are brainwashed cultists that can't afford our wonderful assortment of merchandise, and the only people that love Rees and Banks are Rex Caliber and Terry Bradshaw.

Astros slaps the briefcase again.

ASTROS - Bad, bad love, Terry. But this Tuesday, there's gonna be no love in the Legion Hall for the New Crimes or Civil Disobedience. You've gotta step into hell with the baddest man on the planet and the greatest wrestler on God's green Earth!

To the side, Reynolds begins stirring to his feet again.

ASTROS - The sound of a monster of a man beating on you helpless lambs...

Phoenix forearms Reynolds in the back. You can hear the air go out of both ends as Reynolds hits the ground hard, and finally stays there. Phoenix looks down at him, then to Astros, and cracks a half-smirk.

ASTROS - That never gets old! You boys might put up more of a fight, but what can you do against a six foot nine freak of nature hellbent on destruction? What can you do against the Savior of NAPW, the face of greatness, hungry for vengeance? What can you do when steel ladder meets fragile bone when all we hear is a symphony of pain?

PHOENIX - Not a (BLEEP) thing. You've got three days, boys - get your affairs in order, because gettin' in there with me and Donnie...

Astros smiles as Phoenix puts the Oakleys back on.

ASTROS - It's murder.

As we start to fade out, Josh Reynolds tries to pull himself back to his feet using Astros' leg. Astros kicks him off and back to the ground as we fade to static.

[Chris Casino]

"It's almost that time again. Time for Chris Casino to once more wear some NAPW gold. Over the last few weeks I've felt...Naked without my Pure Honor Title. On top of that, my loss to Ravager made me question myself. Question my drive. But then...Then I woke up one morning looked in the mirror and said, what the (BLEEP) is wrong with me? I'm Chris Casino! I'm the damn future! The man that NAPW has revolved around since the first day I arrived here. You think I'm lying? Check the stats kids. If there was a huge history making event, chances are that I was right in the middle of it. I've won all the belts there are to win. Beaten almost everyone there is to beat. But one thing still nags at me. One loose thread that continues to bother me. I never lost the NAPW Tag Team Title. It was stripped from me by the corrupt dirty Canadians. Maybe that cryin' bastard Sam Finn was right. NAPW does indeed favor some over others. No matter, at Badder Blood myself and Martyr will climb those ladders and pull down those tag straps. In our wake we'll leave four broken and battered men laying in the ring. People doubt us. But let's see what they have to say when they announce Malicious Intent as the new NAPW Tag Team Champions!"

- Hallway -

We open up on both Chris Casino and his arm candy Monique standing in a hallway. A banner with the NAPW logo is hanging behind them on the wall. Monique is dressed in leather pants and the new Malicious Intent tee shirt (available at ChrisCasino.com!) Casino meanwhile looks ready to go. He's in his wrestling trunks and shirtless, a five o' clock shadow on his handsome face. He smirks for the cameras as Monique is practically draped on him.

Casino: A lot of words have been thrown around over the last day or so. Both the Murder City Devils and The Crimes have taken it upon themselves to try and convince not only themselves but the wrestling public that Malicious Intent has no chance in becoming the new NAPW Tag Team Champions. Let's take a look at what the Murder City Devils had to say first shall we?

- hotel room -

We open on a grungy motel room and find "Astros" and his partner "Phoenix" getting ready to talk smack. Of course these men are not the real Astros & Phoenix, they're simply actors doing a reinactment. A reinactment of the horrid promo that the Murder City Devils unleashed on an unsuspecting public mere hours ago. Astros, as before, is laying on the bed watching porn.

Phoenix: Hey can you turn that down? I'm tryin' to watch...Hey, what is that?

Astros: It's "It's a hairy Man's World part 5."

Phoenix: Part five? ROCK ON!!! I thought part four was fabulous!

Phoenix hops in bed next to his partner. Empty beer cans spill onto the floor. Astros happily drapes an arm around his...Partner.

Astros: Part four was okay, the plot was so so.

Phoenix snuggles in closer to Astros. The camera pans over to the television but the screen has been blurred out. Thank God. We quickly pan back to the happy couple.

Astros: Do you think that we can really win the tag team titles?

Phoenix: (BLEEP) no. We'll be lucky if Casino doesn't shove one of those ladders up or rectums.

They look at each other and start to giggle. What a cute couple.

- Hallway -

We're back to Casino and Monique. Monique is shaking her head and has a disgusted look on her pretty face. Casino just looks bewildered.

Casino: Okay let me make sure I got this straight. Two obviously lonely men in a hotel room. Drunk and watching porn. And I'm supposed to be worried about them? Are you serious? If anything I fear that I'll be climbing the ladder and Astros will try and grab my ass.

Monique: That's foul baby.

Casino: Indeed. Murder City Devils you talk about who've beaten and to be honest. I ain't impressed. The Bluegrass Mafia? They're in REBEL for a reason. It's because they suck. Maybe you two mooks should take your sorry asses down south with all those other losers. MCD, I seriously doubt that you have any real idea of the massacre that is about to be inflicted upon you come Badder Blood.

Monique: Badder Blood? That name sucks.

Casino simply shrugs. Women.

Casino: While you guys are busy camping out in sleazy hotels and watching porn together, myself and Martyr plan on a hostile take over on NAPW. First we'll capture those tag team titles, then we'll break the legs of anyone and everyone who dares to even THINK about dethroning us. But screw the MCD, let's talk about the champs. Lloyd Rees and his little pal David "I'm just happy to be here" Banks.

- S&M Shop -

We open on your run of the mill adult bookstore / bondage store. As before all "wrestlers" are portrayed by actors. And bad ones at that. John Salty is tied to his wheelchair and has a ball gag in his mouth. Lloyd Rees is checking out the latest in male enhancement pills, while David Banks is dressed in all leather...The Gimp of The Crimes.

Rees: I dunno bout you fellas but des crabs in my pants are somethin' awful! Banks, I told you we should have never gotten into that hot tub with Rex!

- Hallway -

Once more Monique looks disgusted as Casino tries to conceal a laugh.

Casino: Are you clowns serious? You think that just because Rees has won all those titles that I'm going to roll over for him?

Monique: Baby don't give him any ideas.

Casino: Rees...You're a straight up bitch. You're just some lobster man they found on welfare and gave a contract to. Sure you've won a trillion titles and all but just remember this...Everything you've done. I did before you. Triple crown winner? Grand Slam winner? I was there while you and your manager Salty Balls were only dreamin' of such things. In fact, now that I think about it, when was the last time you defended that Provincial title against a REAL athlete? I say that after we take the Tag Team Titles from your sorry crabbin' ass that you give either myself or Martyr a shot at that strap big man.

Casino: What can I say about David Banks. Oh yeah. He sucks. He was just in the right place at the right time. Without Rees, Hell even with him, he's about as talented as The Crusher. Look, I'll make this as easy to understand as possible. I want those tag team titles. I'll smash anyone who tries to stop me from winning what is rightfully mine. After Badder Blood Malicious Intent will walk out of that shit hole of an arena as the new NAPW Tag Team Champions and become the New & Improved DX of 2007. We'll hold those titles for as long as we damn well please and smash anyone who thinks otherwise.

Casino drapes an arm around his chocolate beauty.

Casino: All the talk, all the bullshit ends this Tuesday. When it's all said and done, when the smoke clears only one team - Malicious Intent - will be the NAPW Tag Champs. But don't worry, we'll be more than happy to give rematches to the other two teams...When we damn well feel like it.

Casino and his girl turn and walk off camera and we cut to black.

["LDK" Lloyd Rees]

-Inside the University of Alberta Hospital. Michelle and John Salty are going through his daily exercises. John Looks exhausted as Michelle helps him back to his wheel chair.-

Michelle: God job today Mr. Salty.

Mr. Salty: Not good enough! I won't be one hundred percent happy until I can get ride of dis dame chair!

Michelle: It will take time...

Mr. Salty: Da faster I get better, da fast I can get revenge...

Michelle: What was that Mr. Salty?

Mr. Salty: Nothing! Get me a glass of water!

Michelle: All you have to do is ask nicely.

-Michelle leaves to get John a glass of water. Enter NAPW Tag Team and Provincial Champion "LDK" Lloyd Rees.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: How's she get'n on Salty b'y?

Mr. Salty: Alright...

-Michelle enters the scene and hands the water to John.-

Michelle: Hello Lloyd. Everything is going just fine. Mr. Salty here is well on his way to recovery.

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Mr. Salty?! What's with da formality?

-Salty throws his empty glass on the floor and wheels away in his chair.-

Mr. Salty: I have to change...

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Are ya sure he's ok?

Michelle: Everything was going really well here today. I mean, Mr. Salty has been in a bit of bad mood.

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Really, what da hell is with dis Mr. Salty stuff?

Michelle: He told me that is what he wanted me to call him. Something along the lines of "You'll show me some respect".

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Hmmm...John really hasn't been da same since da attack...I should probably go help him.

Michelle: Oh Lloyd! One more thing, Mr. Salty has been talking a lot about revenge and mentioning "Bruno". He has been whispering it under his breath so I have not bothered to ask him what he is talking about.

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Thanks Michelle. Keep up the hard work.

-Lloyd exits.-

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-Odgen Legion Hall, Calgary, Alberta. The ring for "Badder Blood" is already set up. In the center of that ring is "The East Coast Sensation" "LDK" Lloyd Rees. He sits atop one of the ladders that will be involved in Tuesday's main event. His NAPW Tag Team Championship belts hangs from the hook that will hold them for whoever makes it to the top to claim the prestigious prize. The rest of his title belts, NAPW Provincial, retired NAPW Television, and the custom Republic of Newfoundland Title, decorate the NAPW's "Golden Boy". The camera focuses on the NAPW Provincial Champion as he start to speak.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Ladder matches...I have had me share since come'n t'da NAPW in February of '06. All of d'hem have been for titles. Me first, Complete Control. Evan Cartwright and meself got it on in one of da best matches ever t'grace an NAPW ring. People were awed and shocked by da performance da TECHNICAL TERROR put on while da ladder was in play as I defeated Cartwright d'hat night and walked out with me NAPW Provincial Championship. Me second ladder match happened just a short while ago. Da NAPW decided t'get rid of a title d'hat had lost it's face value since I was the last one t'hold it. It was a a Fatal Four Way. Da old NAPW Television Title and me NAPW Provincial Title would become one. Last fall, da ladder got involved. And, after people though d'hat it was all over for "LDK", I once again turned heads, took da match, and started me historic fourth reign as dis promotions Provincial Champ join'n an elite group among men here in da NAPW, The Grand Slam club.

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: Now at "Badder Blood" da ladder will come into play again. Dis time indie wrasslin's, no da worlds, most important championship of tag team wrasslin' will be on da line. Da New Crimes will have t'defend against four men who are hungry fer greatness, against four men who long t'go down as some of da best d'hat have entered dis business, against four men with dreams of one day have'n half da credentials as Lloyd Rees. Da first call d'hemselves Murder City Devils. Donovan Astros, one of da new imports as of late here in da NAPW, and his partner, "Da Career Killer" Jake Phoenix, d'hey seem t'be on quite da role as of late. What was it; "Six matches, five decisive victories, one tainted loss thanks to your 'special friend' Terry Bradshaw's briefcase! Top all that off with the two of us 'curtain jerkers' leaving the four of you in a bloodied, beaten train-wreck scene of humanity during your little cage...". Impressive t'say da least but, lets just take a look at who d'ose victories were over...NOBODIES!! Larrys and Waynes d'hat couldn't wrassle d'ere way out of a wet paper bag, not worthy of tie'n "LDK"'s shoes, fools d'hat don't hold a candle t'da team of Da New Crimes!! Devils, ya should be look'n t'da future. Tuesday is yer chance t'make a real impact; a face t'face confrontation with da best wrassler in da business t'day, me, and his kick a** partner, David Banks. Dis ain't some silly-a** sneak attack d'hat ye idiots are so proud of, dis is da real deal. Get ready!!

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: D'hen we got me good buddies Martyr and Casino. Two men who, more d'han anyting want t'get NAPW gold around d'ere waist. Martyr, a man who appears t'be on a mission from hell or some crap, who tells me d'hat he respects me, who claims d'hat he will walk out of "Badder Blood" with me belt--All illusions of grandeur!! Martyr is impressive, I will give him d'hat! Big wins is how he seems t'roll. Victories over numerous so-called "big shots" but, we all seen what happens when a true challenge stood in front of Martyr; he crumpled under da pressure and became another victim of "LDK" and associates. But, Martyr yer partner, one Chris Casino, is no better. A man d'hat can't come up with someting more creative or original d'han call'n me a "Straight up bi**h". Please Casino, da kids back in grade school had better names d'han d'hat fer me. But, as much of an a** as Casino actually is, d'ere is some truth in what he says. Everyting I have done here in da NAPW, he did it first. Da Triple Crown, da Grand Slam all firsted by da one and only Chris Casino but, and ya knew d'ere had t'be a but, yer past yer prime Casino!! All d'ose dreams me and Salty once had have all come true. D'ere is a new top dog in town!! Some people call him da TECHNICAL TERROR!! Some just call him "Da East Coast Sensation" Other know him as "LDK" but, one ting is fer sure Casino and ya will learn dis first hand on Tuesday, he is da one and da only...LLOYD REES!!

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: So, all four of ye f**k'n Larrys better bring yer "A-game" dis Tuesday cause me and Banks, even though I'm not exactly sure where he is t'day. Probably "take'n care"of some ladies if ya know what I mean, are at one hundred percent. Ready t'rock and roll! It doesn't really matter how hungry ye four are or how bad ya want t'get NAPW gold around yer waist cause...

-Rees stands up, unhooks his NAPW Tag Team Championship belt, and straps it around his waist above the NAPW Provincial strap.-

"LDK" Lloyd Rees: After "Badder Blood" Da New Crimes will still hold da gold!!

-Scene fades.-