Post by nexusone on Oct 11, 2006 19:44:50 GMT -5
Stiff Competition is on a mission to inflict pain and suffering on NAPW's heroes. Krusty Kid Paul and Dextro just love to fight, and tonight all five men are on one team, united to take on some of those said heroes. North T. Gunderson, screwed, accidentally or maybe not, in his last two matches. Thankfully that Andrew's is not reffing this match. He stands for the good people. David Banks is all about the W, and he is hell bent to get one in any match he is in. Brian Bruno was embarrassed by the Foundation Royale and is ready, bad knees and all, to kick ass. Then there's the Celts. They lead this team and are set to stop Stiff Comp's attempt at NAPW supremacy. This is going to be wild.
Kill Radio is piped through the speakers, as both Krusty Kid Paul and Dextro enter to a chorus of boos.
FRANK WARBURTON: This is a ten-mag tag match, and it's scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of Four hundred Seventy-Five pounds, hailing from the Sexy Adorable Drunks' Crib, KRUUUSSTY KIIDD PAAUUL AND DEEEEXXXTROOO!!
"MEDICINE HAT DOESN'T DESERVE US!" The crowd boos as Rod Hardway, "Durty" Dutch Flanagan, and "The Moose" Mark Millar come out with a microphone.
FRANK WARBURTON: And their tag team partners, weighing in at a combi-
ROD HARDWAY: Hey, Warburton, get your bitch ass out of the ring before we take you down!
Frank Warburton slides out as Stiff Competition, now with more Moose, enters the ring.
DUTCH FLANAGAN: Hey, slapasses! Get out here now as I introduce you! AND OUR OPPONENTS! The sorriest, saddest sons of bitches you'll ever see!
As the Doors' "The End" plays, the crowd goes wild. But the other team isn't coming through the entrance. Dextro, KKP, Rod and Moose are biding their time.
DUTCH FLANAGAN: Weighing in at not worth our time, they are-
Dutch is floored by a powerful clothesline by Al Thoes from behind and drops the mic. It's The Celtic Assassins, coming from the crowd! North Gunderson from the left, and he gets the jump on Krusty Kid Paul. Big Bad Brian Bruno and David Banks from the right, double teaming Millar! And Bobby O'Brady squaring off mano-a-mano with Hardway! It's utter chaos and the fans are going bonkers! The referee, one Anthony Uruburu, is trying to bring order to this pier six brawl. Dextro throws David Banks out of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. North T. Gunderson with a superkick to the jaw of the Moose, and the Moose falls through the ropes. The Celtic Assassins and Stiff Competition, trading lefts and right for more lefts and rights! KKP crying out in pain as Brian Bruno squeezes the life out of him with a bear hug. Uruburu manages to get control of the situation, leaving Bobby O'Brady and Rod Hardway in the ring. Everyone else is getting to their respective corners, with the help of some road agents. O'Brady, Hardway, two of the biggest men on the NAPW roster, are backhanding each other, to the "Wooooo"s of the crowd. Hardway, with a HUGE chop, leaves a welt on the chest of Bobby. O'Brady felt that one, and Rod follows up with another monster of a chop. And another. Bobby is forced back into his corner, and a blind tag by...North Gunderson? Is he insane? Rod Hardway is twice his weight! Hardway looks at his new opponent and chuckles. North hits the ropes and runs back, hoping to use momentum to get the giant down. He runs face first into the chest of Hardway, who doesn't move an inch. North tries again, but instead of trying to bowl him over, launches into a dropkick. And Hardway moves back a step, but is still on his feet. North starts stomping around the ring, getting enough energy as the crowd clap with each stomp. He hits the ropes a third time, runs at Rod and FLIES with a crossbody. And Rod just grabs North and it's fall-away slam time! Shades of Bradshaw! North rolls out of the ring, and there's Al Thoes to help him back in. Gunderson tags in Brian Bruno, and Bruno is not afraid of Hardway. They grapple, and Hardway is able to pick up Bruno in a double hand choke. But from behind, it's Gunderson with a chop block to the back of Rod's leg, and Rod falls hard, with Bruno on top of him. Bruno knows a good thing when he sees it, and starts working the leg of the big man. Rod's shouting out in pain as Bruno contorts his legs into the El Destructo. Bruno's pulling back for all he's worth, when from behind, KKP breaks the submission by kicking Bruno in the back of the head. Uruburu tries to corral Paul back to the corner, but Millar drops to the concrete and pulls Bruno out under the bottom rope. Flanagan and Millar lay boots to Brian Bruno as Uruburu gets KKP back to the corner. Hardway tags in Dextro.
The bad guys push a beaten Bruno back in for Dextro to pick up the pieces. Fisherman's suplex from Dextro gets a two-count. Bruno crawls back to his side of the ring, but Dextro's locking in a front headlock. It doesn't matter, though, as Bruno's willing to take both of them to the corner, piggybacking Dex. He tags in David Banks. Banks pulls Dextro off Bruno, and locks up. Snap suplex by Banks. Dex is dizzy, David Banks with a somersault leg drop to keep Dex on the mat. Banks gets the Anklelock on Dextro, and they're far from Dextro's corner. Dex is writhing in pain, but here comes Flanagan with a dropkick to the head of Banks. David Banks rolls under the rope to the ground, as Flanagan pulls Dex to their corner and tags himself in. Flanagan goes to the outside to meet with Banks, and a DDT to the floor! My god! Banks is a ragdoll, as Flanagan pushes him back into the ring. A cover. One. Two. A kick to Dutch's head by Al Thoes breaks it up. Banks manages to crawl to thecorner, and tags in Gunderson, who is about to pick up Flanagan when Thoes asks for the tag. Gunderson smiles and tags him in. Powerbomb! Ouch! Powerslam! Ooooh! Power chinlock? Okay. Dutch is in dire need of help. Thoes picks up Dutch, and motions at O'Brady to hit the ropes. Is it? A Celtic Crusher! Flanagan is dropped to the mat, and the pinfall's all but over now. One. Two. Boot from Moose! Hardway's in there too, both men going toe to toe with the Assassins. All hell breaks loose as Dextro and KKP pull North into the ring. HANGOVER SPIKE DDT! And North's out cold! Bruno and Banks rush in to help their partner. Bruno gives Dex a Bruno Bomber! Millar is able to pick Thoes up somehow, and it's a Roughneck! Bodies strewn everywhere! Uruburu trying desperately to restore order. Running clothesline by the Moose sends both he and Bobby O'Brady out of the ring. Hardway goes out after them, giving Moose an advantage on the Celt. KKP, aware of who the legal man is, pulls Flanagan towards his corner and tags in. KKP runs to the corner, where Al Thoes is not looking good. KKP picks up Thoes, and David Banks makes a blind tag behind Paul's back. Tree of Woe to Thoes. Crack Rock Steady! But Uruburu starts the five count for Paul to break the hold. Paul shrugs at five, drops the hold, and goes for the pin cover. But Uruburu won't count. Paul argues with the ref, and Anthony Uruburu tries to explain his reasons. David Banks to the top rope. Paul turns around, disgusted with the ref, and Banks flies with a crossbody! Pinfall. One! Two! THREE! David Banks has won this match! KKP is shocked! As the bell sounds, and Frank Warburton shouts into the mic, Moose and Hardway look around, mouths agape.
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this ten-man tag match, by pinfall! DAAAAAVIIID BAAAANKSSS, NORRRTH T. GUNDEEEERRRSONNN, BRIIIIAAN BRRUNOO, AND THE CELTIC ASSSSAAAASSSINNNS!!
David celebrates and slides under the rope as Rod and Moose run back in. Gunderson, Thoes, and Bruno help O'Brady up as the five men walk to the back with Banks, slapping him on the back for a job well done. Hardway confronts KKP in the middle of the ring. "What the hell was that? You let the newbie pin you?" Hardway slaps KKP. KKP glares at Rod and turns around, only to get a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Both men laying the boots to KKP. Dextro tries to stop them, but Hardway picks him up for a Hardway Slam. Moose grabs KKP and throws him into the corner. Alice In Chains blasts over the system as Tommy Deathrow hits the stage. He's got a match later on tonight against Kidd, but he's there to help his friends, apparently. Deathrow rushes the ring and pulls Moose off of Dextro. He gets in the face of Rod Hardway, who smirks. Hardway takes a step back from the Superstar, though, raising his hands in a "no harm, no foul" gesture as Deathrow gets Krusty Kid Paul and Dextro out of that ring, walking them both up the ramp backwards, not keeping his eyes off the Stiff Competition member in the middle of the ring.
Jeff James has Battle Bowl thoughts running through his head. Thoughts of pounding Brian Bruno last week. And all that doesn't matter. James will enter that ring, with one thing on his mind. Jeff had a taste, a sniff of the Television Title. The toughest belt to hold on too in the NAPW, due to the hectic title defense schedule. He wants that challenge again. The man that took that away from him, still has it. The belt displays a picture of a chicken's head. Yellow Chicken is the most beloved wrestler of any in Alberta, by the little kids. The hero for the guys who have got bullied and were called names. Tonight the bully is back, and wants what he believes is his... Will the chicken head stay on the belt, or will Jeff James take it off, and once again rule Television.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
“Farther Away” introduces the crowd to the last man to hold the TV title before Yellow Chicken, Jeff James. The crowd instantly reigns down boos on the Royal Foundation member as he heads down to the ring, Mr. Saki in tow. James steps through the ring ropes and walks to his corner, raising a single arm. “Next champ, right here!” he tells the crowd.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challenger. From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at Two hundred and Five pounds, he is the former Television Champion, JEFF! JAAAAMESS!
BA KAWK! “The Chicken Song” plays and the fans go banana sandwich! Out steps the Yellow Chicken, TV Title belt strapped firmly around his waist. He’s all smiles as he slaps five with the fans on his way down to the ring!
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, he is the NAPW Television Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at Two hundred and Sixty-Five pounds, The YELOOOOWWWW CHIIICKENNN!
Here we go, TV strap on the line! The two size each other up, and James initiates a tie-up, quickly ducking around and positioning himself behind Yellow Chicken. School Boy! ONE! TWO! ALMOST! James almost took the title in mere seconds! Both men are back up and Yellow Chicken is all over the smaller James, pounding away with forearms and stiff elbows. Standing Moonsault, converted effortlessly into a Double Knee Drop by Thomas Young’s baby brother! James looks around now for something to bounce off of, and finds the second rope…Springboard corkscrew! CAUGHT by Yellow Chicken! Fall-away slam! James bounces off the mat and rolls to the outside. Referee John Sharplin begins his count, and Yellow Chicken waits for his opponent to re-enter. After a quick strategy session with Saki, James rolls back into the ring. Right into a deep arm drag, followed by a standing splash! Yellow Chicken has control now, and looks to keep the aerial assassin that is Jeff James on the ground. Fujiwara arm-bar is applied, putting some stiff pressure on James’ elbow and to an extent his shoulder, the main target of Yellow Chicken’s Cross-face. James is trying to push Yellow Chicken off, but to no avail! Finally he hooks a toe under the bottom rope, apparently inadvertently in his attempt to scramble away, and Sharplin breaks the hold. James takes the initiative to hit a spinning heel kick once he’s to his feet, and Yellow Chicken falls back ass over tea kettle to the opposite ropes. And it's where Saki lays into him with a big right hand! Well, a small right. It is Saki after all. Sharplin catches him in the act! “You’re outta here! Get the hell to the back, you’re banned from ringside!” SHARPLIN TOSSES SAKI, and Jeff James is IRATE! Saki heads to the back as James goes to work on Yellow Chicken. Hurracanrana! Jericho-style senton splash! Standing moonsault! James is reeling off offense like a machine, and wants a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICK-OUT!
Chicken isn’t giving up his title that easily! He’s back up and the crowd is behind him now! Big rights and lefts from Chicken, James has no answer! Irish whip, running knee lift! Yellow Chicken calls for the Cross-face, he’s got his man in position! He applies the hold in a standing position… JAMES SLIPS OUT as he wrestles him to the ground, and nails a leg sweep to buy himself some time! Yellow Chicken stumbles over to the ring ropes, and James smells blood in the water! He flies over to the opposite ring ropes, past Yellow Chicken, and uses the ropes as a slingshot! DROPKICK right to the kisser, and Yellow Chicken does a flip from the impact. It looks to be all James, here he comes in hot pursuit, but a wily Yellow Chicken was playing possum. Fireman’s carry to James! Knee drop right to the shoulder. Once more! And another! Chicken really wants to work over that shoulder, and pound James down on the mat. Keeping him trapped in close quarters negates any high powered offense he can throw at him. Yellow Chicken puts a knee to James’ shoulder, his body facing down, and pulls the arm up! He wrenches at it for some time, before releasing the hold. Scoop and a slam, and an elbow drop off the ropes. Yellow Chicken has taken control back in this one. He scoops up a dazed Jeff James and pile-drives him! Cover! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER! Yellow Chicken needs to do more damage first, and knows just what the doctor ordered! COCK OF THE WALK! NO! James counters, sending Yellow Chicken sailing by overhead! He lands awkwardly on his head and neck and lies on the mat, still and silent! Both men are down, but James is dragging himself up with the ropes as help. He gets to his feet first and dashes forward for a cross-body! Yellow Chicken catches him, but the momentum sends both men tumbling! Yellow Chicken has him in a pinning predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
SO CLOSE!
Look out now, James rolls over and has Yellow Chicken in a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
YELLOW CHICKEN POWERS OUT!
The fans are on their feet here, these guys are busting their butts out there! Yellow Chicken with a clothesline, he misses! Snap suplex! Running on adrenalin, he gets up and hits a spine-buster! James nips up and CRESCENT KICK to Yellow Chicken’s chest! He’s tumbling down, James moves behind him! Hangman’s neck-breaker…Yellow Chicken slipped out! He pushes James forward, and follows in with a Clothesline that takes both men over and out to the floor. Sharplin starts his count as the two men gather themselves on the floor. Yellow Chicken is up first, but James with a low blow! He’s trying to pile-drive the TV champion onto the arena floor! Countered into a Back Body Drop! Owieee! James is writing in pain, grabbing at that lower back. The count is at 7, and Yellow Chicken rolls in and back out to reset it. He picks up James in a front waist-lock, and charges at the ring post! Could it be a one-man manwich! YES SIR! James is in pain, but something deep down gets him back to his feet. An exhausted Yellow Chicken gets caught with a shot to the chops, and gets his head slammed into the post! BLOOD! The Television Champ is busted wide open! James rolls him back in and quickly follows, cover with a hook of the leg!
ONE!.....TWO!.....KICKOUT!
James can’t believe it, he had this title won! He flies off the ropes, and hits a picture perfect Asai moonsault! RIGHT ONTO THE MAT, as Yellow Chicken ROLLED AWAY! The air flies out of James’ lungs, and both men are out once more. Sharplin has no choice but to count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Yellow Chicken is pulling himself up now, and James is on his feet, but wobbling! SIX! SEVEN! BOTH MEN ARE UP! Yellow Chicken throws a clothesline at James, but it’s ducked! JAMES EFFECT! HOLY MOLEY! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMP RIGHT HERE!
But James is too weak to cover! Sharplin with another count, both men are down! The count hits eight, and James finally gets to his feet. He picks up his foe and drives an elbow to his back, followed by several hard forearm shots. Yellow Chicken grabs at his leg, and yanks him down to the mat! He stands up, and right behind him is James! Whoa baby, another JAMES EFFECT! NO, it’s countered! 11:52! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!?
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
James kicks out! My God, neither one of these guys wants to lose! It’s anyone’s match, who wants it more? Yellow Chicken is up, but he’s hurting all over! James behind him, sleeper? NO! He takes a page out of D!’s book! NYQUIL DRIVER! James sees the title in his grasp, and he wills his way up to the top turnbuckle. He’s gonna fly!
SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!
ONE!
TWO!
KICK-OUT!
Mother of GOD, what do these men have to do to each other to get a win? Both men are exhausted, and both have kicked out of each other’s finishers. The first man up just might win this thing, and this time it’s James! He’s all over the place, and somewhere in the mêlée he must have gotten cut or opened up an old one, his face is now a CRIMSON MASK! Yellow Chicken stumbles to his feet and the two square off, starting over from scratch in this instant classic TV title match!
James takes a swing at Yellow Chicken! He misses! Yellow Chicken GRABS HIS ARM, and drags him down to the mat! CROSS-FACE CHICKEN-WING!
James is screaming in pain, but he won’t tap! He’s tapped out to this move before, where is he finding the strength to not give up? Yellow Chicken PECKS AT HIM, wrenches back, but Jeff James just yells “NO! NO! NO!”
And then the referee calls for the bell!
What gives? He didn’t tap! Yellow Chicken breaks his hold and rolls over onto his back, exhausted beyond belief. Lying right next to him is Jeff James, rolling around in pain. The match was stopped for some reason, we’re not sure why, here’s the official word form Frank Warburton.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match has been ruled a TIME LIMIT DRAW! Therefore, the title does NOT change hands, and the Yellow Chicken is STILL the NAPW Television Champion!
The NAPW rulebook clearly states that Television title matches will be held to fifteen minutes, and this match hit fifteen right in the middle of Yellow Chicken’s Cross-face! The crowd gives both competitors a standing ovation, as each man miraculously walks out on out his own power.
Part Three SOON!
Kill Radio is piped through the speakers, as both Krusty Kid Paul and Dextro enter to a chorus of boos.
FRANK WARBURTON: This is a ten-mag tag match, and it's scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of Four hundred Seventy-Five pounds, hailing from the Sexy Adorable Drunks' Crib, KRUUUSSTY KIIDD PAAUUL AND DEEEEXXXTROOO!!
"MEDICINE HAT DOESN'T DESERVE US!" The crowd boos as Rod Hardway, "Durty" Dutch Flanagan, and "The Moose" Mark Millar come out with a microphone.
FRANK WARBURTON: And their tag team partners, weighing in at a combi-
ROD HARDWAY: Hey, Warburton, get your bitch ass out of the ring before we take you down!
Frank Warburton slides out as Stiff Competition, now with more Moose, enters the ring.
DUTCH FLANAGAN: Hey, slapasses! Get out here now as I introduce you! AND OUR OPPONENTS! The sorriest, saddest sons of bitches you'll ever see!
As the Doors' "The End" plays, the crowd goes wild. But the other team isn't coming through the entrance. Dextro, KKP, Rod and Moose are biding their time.
DUTCH FLANAGAN: Weighing in at not worth our time, they are-
Dutch is floored by a powerful clothesline by Al Thoes from behind and drops the mic. It's The Celtic Assassins, coming from the crowd! North Gunderson from the left, and he gets the jump on Krusty Kid Paul. Big Bad Brian Bruno and David Banks from the right, double teaming Millar! And Bobby O'Brady squaring off mano-a-mano with Hardway! It's utter chaos and the fans are going bonkers! The referee, one Anthony Uruburu, is trying to bring order to this pier six brawl. Dextro throws David Banks out of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. North T. Gunderson with a superkick to the jaw of the Moose, and the Moose falls through the ropes. The Celtic Assassins and Stiff Competition, trading lefts and right for more lefts and rights! KKP crying out in pain as Brian Bruno squeezes the life out of him with a bear hug. Uruburu manages to get control of the situation, leaving Bobby O'Brady and Rod Hardway in the ring. Everyone else is getting to their respective corners, with the help of some road agents. O'Brady, Hardway, two of the biggest men on the NAPW roster, are backhanding each other, to the "Wooooo"s of the crowd. Hardway, with a HUGE chop, leaves a welt on the chest of Bobby. O'Brady felt that one, and Rod follows up with another monster of a chop. And another. Bobby is forced back into his corner, and a blind tag by...North Gunderson? Is he insane? Rod Hardway is twice his weight! Hardway looks at his new opponent and chuckles. North hits the ropes and runs back, hoping to use momentum to get the giant down. He runs face first into the chest of Hardway, who doesn't move an inch. North tries again, but instead of trying to bowl him over, launches into a dropkick. And Hardway moves back a step, but is still on his feet. North starts stomping around the ring, getting enough energy as the crowd clap with each stomp. He hits the ropes a third time, runs at Rod and FLIES with a crossbody. And Rod just grabs North and it's fall-away slam time! Shades of Bradshaw! North rolls out of the ring, and there's Al Thoes to help him back in. Gunderson tags in Brian Bruno, and Bruno is not afraid of Hardway. They grapple, and Hardway is able to pick up Bruno in a double hand choke. But from behind, it's Gunderson with a chop block to the back of Rod's leg, and Rod falls hard, with Bruno on top of him. Bruno knows a good thing when he sees it, and starts working the leg of the big man. Rod's shouting out in pain as Bruno contorts his legs into the El Destructo. Bruno's pulling back for all he's worth, when from behind, KKP breaks the submission by kicking Bruno in the back of the head. Uruburu tries to corral Paul back to the corner, but Millar drops to the concrete and pulls Bruno out under the bottom rope. Flanagan and Millar lay boots to Brian Bruno as Uruburu gets KKP back to the corner. Hardway tags in Dextro.
The bad guys push a beaten Bruno back in for Dextro to pick up the pieces. Fisherman's suplex from Dextro gets a two-count. Bruno crawls back to his side of the ring, but Dextro's locking in a front headlock. It doesn't matter, though, as Bruno's willing to take both of them to the corner, piggybacking Dex. He tags in David Banks. Banks pulls Dextro off Bruno, and locks up. Snap suplex by Banks. Dex is dizzy, David Banks with a somersault leg drop to keep Dex on the mat. Banks gets the Anklelock on Dextro, and they're far from Dextro's corner. Dex is writhing in pain, but here comes Flanagan with a dropkick to the head of Banks. David Banks rolls under the rope to the ground, as Flanagan pulls Dex to their corner and tags himself in. Flanagan goes to the outside to meet with Banks, and a DDT to the floor! My god! Banks is a ragdoll, as Flanagan pushes him back into the ring. A cover. One. Two. A kick to Dutch's head by Al Thoes breaks it up. Banks manages to crawl to thecorner, and tags in Gunderson, who is about to pick up Flanagan when Thoes asks for the tag. Gunderson smiles and tags him in. Powerbomb! Ouch! Powerslam! Ooooh! Power chinlock? Okay. Dutch is in dire need of help. Thoes picks up Dutch, and motions at O'Brady to hit the ropes. Is it? A Celtic Crusher! Flanagan is dropped to the mat, and the pinfall's all but over now. One. Two. Boot from Moose! Hardway's in there too, both men going toe to toe with the Assassins. All hell breaks loose as Dextro and KKP pull North into the ring. HANGOVER SPIKE DDT! And North's out cold! Bruno and Banks rush in to help their partner. Bruno gives Dex a Bruno Bomber! Millar is able to pick Thoes up somehow, and it's a Roughneck! Bodies strewn everywhere! Uruburu trying desperately to restore order. Running clothesline by the Moose sends both he and Bobby O'Brady out of the ring. Hardway goes out after them, giving Moose an advantage on the Celt. KKP, aware of who the legal man is, pulls Flanagan towards his corner and tags in. KKP runs to the corner, where Al Thoes is not looking good. KKP picks up Thoes, and David Banks makes a blind tag behind Paul's back. Tree of Woe to Thoes. Crack Rock Steady! But Uruburu starts the five count for Paul to break the hold. Paul shrugs at five, drops the hold, and goes for the pin cover. But Uruburu won't count. Paul argues with the ref, and Anthony Uruburu tries to explain his reasons. David Banks to the top rope. Paul turns around, disgusted with the ref, and Banks flies with a crossbody! Pinfall. One! Two! THREE! David Banks has won this match! KKP is shocked! As the bell sounds, and Frank Warburton shouts into the mic, Moose and Hardway look around, mouths agape.
FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this ten-man tag match, by pinfall! DAAAAAVIIID BAAAANKSSS, NORRRTH T. GUNDEEEERRRSONNN, BRIIIIAAN BRRUNOO, AND THE CELTIC ASSSSAAAASSSINNNS!!
David celebrates and slides under the rope as Rod and Moose run back in. Gunderson, Thoes, and Bruno help O'Brady up as the five men walk to the back with Banks, slapping him on the back for a job well done. Hardway confronts KKP in the middle of the ring. "What the hell was that? You let the newbie pin you?" Hardway slaps KKP. KKP glares at Rod and turns around, only to get a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Both men laying the boots to KKP. Dextro tries to stop them, but Hardway picks him up for a Hardway Slam. Moose grabs KKP and throws him into the corner. Alice In Chains blasts over the system as Tommy Deathrow hits the stage. He's got a match later on tonight against Kidd, but he's there to help his friends, apparently. Deathrow rushes the ring and pulls Moose off of Dextro. He gets in the face of Rod Hardway, who smirks. Hardway takes a step back from the Superstar, though, raising his hands in a "no harm, no foul" gesture as Deathrow gets Krusty Kid Paul and Dextro out of that ring, walking them both up the ramp backwards, not keeping his eyes off the Stiff Competition member in the middle of the ring.
Jeff James has Battle Bowl thoughts running through his head. Thoughts of pounding Brian Bruno last week. And all that doesn't matter. James will enter that ring, with one thing on his mind. Jeff had a taste, a sniff of the Television Title. The toughest belt to hold on too in the NAPW, due to the hectic title defense schedule. He wants that challenge again. The man that took that away from him, still has it. The belt displays a picture of a chicken's head. Yellow Chicken is the most beloved wrestler of any in Alberta, by the little kids. The hero for the guys who have got bullied and were called names. Tonight the bully is back, and wants what he believes is his... Will the chicken head stay on the belt, or will Jeff James take it off, and once again rule Television.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
“Farther Away” introduces the crowd to the last man to hold the TV title before Yellow Chicken, Jeff James. The crowd instantly reigns down boos on the Royal Foundation member as he heads down to the ring, Mr. Saki in tow. James steps through the ring ropes and walks to his corner, raising a single arm. “Next champ, right here!” he tells the crowd.
FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, the challenger. From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at Two hundred and Five pounds, he is the former Television Champion, JEFF! JAAAAMESS!
BA KAWK! “The Chicken Song” plays and the fans go banana sandwich! Out steps the Yellow Chicken, TV Title belt strapped firmly around his waist. He’s all smiles as he slaps five with the fans on his way down to the ring!
FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, he is the NAPW Television Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at Two hundred and Sixty-Five pounds, The YELOOOOWWWW CHIIICKENNN!
Here we go, TV strap on the line! The two size each other up, and James initiates a tie-up, quickly ducking around and positioning himself behind Yellow Chicken. School Boy! ONE! TWO! ALMOST! James almost took the title in mere seconds! Both men are back up and Yellow Chicken is all over the smaller James, pounding away with forearms and stiff elbows. Standing Moonsault, converted effortlessly into a Double Knee Drop by Thomas Young’s baby brother! James looks around now for something to bounce off of, and finds the second rope…Springboard corkscrew! CAUGHT by Yellow Chicken! Fall-away slam! James bounces off the mat and rolls to the outside. Referee John Sharplin begins his count, and Yellow Chicken waits for his opponent to re-enter. After a quick strategy session with Saki, James rolls back into the ring. Right into a deep arm drag, followed by a standing splash! Yellow Chicken has control now, and looks to keep the aerial assassin that is Jeff James on the ground. Fujiwara arm-bar is applied, putting some stiff pressure on James’ elbow and to an extent his shoulder, the main target of Yellow Chicken’s Cross-face. James is trying to push Yellow Chicken off, but to no avail! Finally he hooks a toe under the bottom rope, apparently inadvertently in his attempt to scramble away, and Sharplin breaks the hold. James takes the initiative to hit a spinning heel kick once he’s to his feet, and Yellow Chicken falls back ass over tea kettle to the opposite ropes. And it's where Saki lays into him with a big right hand! Well, a small right. It is Saki after all. Sharplin catches him in the act! “You’re outta here! Get the hell to the back, you’re banned from ringside!” SHARPLIN TOSSES SAKI, and Jeff James is IRATE! Saki heads to the back as James goes to work on Yellow Chicken. Hurracanrana! Jericho-style senton splash! Standing moonsault! James is reeling off offense like a machine, and wants a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICK-OUT!
Chicken isn’t giving up his title that easily! He’s back up and the crowd is behind him now! Big rights and lefts from Chicken, James has no answer! Irish whip, running knee lift! Yellow Chicken calls for the Cross-face, he’s got his man in position! He applies the hold in a standing position… JAMES SLIPS OUT as he wrestles him to the ground, and nails a leg sweep to buy himself some time! Yellow Chicken stumbles over to the ring ropes, and James smells blood in the water! He flies over to the opposite ring ropes, past Yellow Chicken, and uses the ropes as a slingshot! DROPKICK right to the kisser, and Yellow Chicken does a flip from the impact. It looks to be all James, here he comes in hot pursuit, but a wily Yellow Chicken was playing possum. Fireman’s carry to James! Knee drop right to the shoulder. Once more! And another! Chicken really wants to work over that shoulder, and pound James down on the mat. Keeping him trapped in close quarters negates any high powered offense he can throw at him. Yellow Chicken puts a knee to James’ shoulder, his body facing down, and pulls the arm up! He wrenches at it for some time, before releasing the hold. Scoop and a slam, and an elbow drop off the ropes. Yellow Chicken has taken control back in this one. He scoops up a dazed Jeff James and pile-drives him! Cover! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER! Yellow Chicken needs to do more damage first, and knows just what the doctor ordered! COCK OF THE WALK! NO! James counters, sending Yellow Chicken sailing by overhead! He lands awkwardly on his head and neck and lies on the mat, still and silent! Both men are down, but James is dragging himself up with the ropes as help. He gets to his feet first and dashes forward for a cross-body! Yellow Chicken catches him, but the momentum sends both men tumbling! Yellow Chicken has him in a pinning predicament!
ONE!
TWO!
SO CLOSE!
Look out now, James rolls over and has Yellow Chicken in a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
YELLOW CHICKEN POWERS OUT!
The fans are on their feet here, these guys are busting their butts out there! Yellow Chicken with a clothesline, he misses! Snap suplex! Running on adrenalin, he gets up and hits a spine-buster! James nips up and CRESCENT KICK to Yellow Chicken’s chest! He’s tumbling down, James moves behind him! Hangman’s neck-breaker…Yellow Chicken slipped out! He pushes James forward, and follows in with a Clothesline that takes both men over and out to the floor. Sharplin starts his count as the two men gather themselves on the floor. Yellow Chicken is up first, but James with a low blow! He’s trying to pile-drive the TV champion onto the arena floor! Countered into a Back Body Drop! Owieee! James is writing in pain, grabbing at that lower back. The count is at 7, and Yellow Chicken rolls in and back out to reset it. He picks up James in a front waist-lock, and charges at the ring post! Could it be a one-man manwich! YES SIR! James is in pain, but something deep down gets him back to his feet. An exhausted Yellow Chicken gets caught with a shot to the chops, and gets his head slammed into the post! BLOOD! The Television Champ is busted wide open! James rolls him back in and quickly follows, cover with a hook of the leg!
ONE!.....TWO!.....KICKOUT!
James can’t believe it, he had this title won! He flies off the ropes, and hits a picture perfect Asai moonsault! RIGHT ONTO THE MAT, as Yellow Chicken ROLLED AWAY! The air flies out of James’ lungs, and both men are out once more. Sharplin has no choice but to count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Yellow Chicken is pulling himself up now, and James is on his feet, but wobbling! SIX! SEVEN! BOTH MEN ARE UP! Yellow Chicken throws a clothesline at James, but it’s ducked! JAMES EFFECT! HOLY MOLEY! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMP RIGHT HERE!
But James is too weak to cover! Sharplin with another count, both men are down! The count hits eight, and James finally gets to his feet. He picks up his foe and drives an elbow to his back, followed by several hard forearm shots. Yellow Chicken grabs at his leg, and yanks him down to the mat! He stands up, and right behind him is James! Whoa baby, another JAMES EFFECT! NO, it’s countered! 11:52! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!?
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
James kicks out! My God, neither one of these guys wants to lose! It’s anyone’s match, who wants it more? Yellow Chicken is up, but he’s hurting all over! James behind him, sleeper? NO! He takes a page out of D!’s book! NYQUIL DRIVER! James sees the title in his grasp, and he wills his way up to the top turnbuckle. He’s gonna fly!
SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!
ONE!
TWO!
KICK-OUT!
Mother of GOD, what do these men have to do to each other to get a win? Both men are exhausted, and both have kicked out of each other’s finishers. The first man up just might win this thing, and this time it’s James! He’s all over the place, and somewhere in the mêlée he must have gotten cut or opened up an old one, his face is now a CRIMSON MASK! Yellow Chicken stumbles to his feet and the two square off, starting over from scratch in this instant classic TV title match!
James takes a swing at Yellow Chicken! He misses! Yellow Chicken GRABS HIS ARM, and drags him down to the mat! CROSS-FACE CHICKEN-WING!
James is screaming in pain, but he won’t tap! He’s tapped out to this move before, where is he finding the strength to not give up? Yellow Chicken PECKS AT HIM, wrenches back, but Jeff James just yells “NO! NO! NO!”
And then the referee calls for the bell!
What gives? He didn’t tap! Yellow Chicken breaks his hold and rolls over onto his back, exhausted beyond belief. Lying right next to him is Jeff James, rolling around in pain. The match was stopped for some reason, we’re not sure why, here’s the official word form Frank Warburton.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match has been ruled a TIME LIMIT DRAW! Therefore, the title does NOT change hands, and the Yellow Chicken is STILL the NAPW Television Champion!
The NAPW rulebook clearly states that Television title matches will be held to fifteen minutes, and this match hit fifteen right in the middle of Yellow Chicken’s Cross-face! The crowd gives both competitors a standing ovation, as each man miraculously walks out on out his own power.
Part Three SOON!