Post by nexusone on Oct 11, 2006 20:23:52 GMT -5
The one goal that every wrestler who enters the NAPW is to win gold. Two men will enter the ring tonight with three title belts between them. Lloyd Rees has held the Provincial Title the longest of any man. D! is the only man to hold the NAPW title on three separate occasions. He is the longest reigning NAPW champion ever. He also holds a inter-promotional championship, earned by beating several men in an elimination tournament. Can Rees go Thirty minutes, pillar to post with one letter said real loud... We will find out NOW.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is your HOSTILE HANGOVER MAIN EVENT!!! This match is for the NAPW Heavyweight Championship and will be a Thirty Minute Iron Man match... an THERE WILL BE A WINNER!
The East Coast Sensation makes his way out as "Fighting 59" comes on. He has Ol' Salty with him and Ol' Salty is carrying the NAPW Provincial belt. The man that has won matches in almost anyway possible... Made Rex Caliber tap out. He ignores the loudest boos of the night, from well over three thousand fans are trying to rattle the man from Bell Island. He gets in the ring, as Ol' Salty takes his spot in the corner. Referee John Sharplin gives him some instructions.
FRANK WARBURTON: The challenger is the current and longest reigning NAPW Provincial Champion. He weighed in tonight at Two hundred Forty-Seven pounds, and hails from Bell Island, Newfoundland... He is the EAST COAST SENNNSSATIION, THE LEMONDROP KID LLLLLOOOYYDDD REEEEEEESS!!
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES.
The place is shaking from the fans. The place is rumbling as every man, woman and child are on their feet for the man, the legend...one letter said real loud....D! The champ is packing both belts, the NAPW one and the TEAM COC. He is ready to go and steps into the ring.
FRANK WARBURTON: And now his opponent. Weighing in at Two hundred Ten pounds, from Edmonton, Alberta, the current Team Champion of Champions. The current reigning, defending and undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion... THE UNORTHODOX OLD SCHOOLER... D!!!!!
Lloyd Rees makes a belt motion with his hands, telling D! that the belt is as good as his! D! just shakes his head no. Sharplin signals for the bell, and here we go!
D! comes flying from his corner, there’s a nicely executed hip toss! Rees rebounds and comes at D! connecting with a flying shoulder-block on the champ! He’s on top and hammering at his skull with closed fists! Sharplin breaks it up, but Rees goes right back to work, grinding his forearm into D!’s face! He’s yelling at D! to tap, but he is in the ropes! Sharplin breaks it up now and Rees finally gets off the champion. D! with a hip-toss…YES! D! drives an elbow down, right on The Lemondrop Kid’s forehead! And now he’s firing away on Rees’ face! Furious rights from the champion, the Provincial champion is in trouble! Thumb to the eye! That oughta get D! off of him! Rees now takes has the upper hand. He lays a stiff boot into D!’s head. “Com’n, chump, get da hell up of y’er arse! Lemme smack dat stupid look off yer face!” Another boot! And a knee to the back! Rees picks D! up for a perfectly executed backbreaker, and holds him over his knee for a pose! And picks him up for another! D! crumples to that mat. Rees is stomping away again, giving D! some time to get up on his own…so he can NAIL with the Fresh Water Flip! All that weight corking through the air, our champion is in trouble! Rees is yelling at the crowd, and here come the boo birds! He’s basking in it, but basking in it is never a good way to score a pin in an Ironman match for the NAPW Heavyweight title. It is, however, a GREAT away to turn around into a Roundhouse Punch! Make it two Roundhouse Punches! D! bounces off the ropes, Flying forearm smash! Out of the corner now, D! does his best Hulk Hogan impersonation on a prone Lloyd Rees! Atomic Leg Drop, and the fans are screaming for the Emo Kid! Rees is up, D! waiting behind him.. NYQUIL DRIVER? NO, Rees escapes and bails outside. But here comes the champ, over the top rope! Cross-body out onto the floor! Keep in mind pinfalls and submission only count inside the ring, but the pain still counts! Sharplin is in the ring, he’s gonna have to count. D! with a bodyslam, Rees hits the floor hard. D! is back down on the mat brawling it out with him, the two firing shots at one another. Rees thumbs the eye again, and Sharplin’s slooowww count is at Four! Rees suplexes D! onto the floor, that looked painful. Ol’ Salty runs over, and I guess in Newfoundland the things he’s shouting are offensive because they’re being edited by the sound guys! Sharplin’s count gets to Seven, and both men are up. D! tries to get back in the ring, he’s got his back to Rees!
Big mistake! DDT FROM THE GREEN, he got all of it!. Rees rolls in, the count hits ten, and the Lemondrop Kid leads One to Nothing over D!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, Lloyd Rees has scored the first fall! He leads one to nothing!
Rees smiles as he sees D! getting counted out again. Sharplin gets moved and Rees breaks the count. Back outside, Rees takes a steel chair...
BAM! and as the Saw movie said last year... THERE WILL BE BLOOD. That was a sick chair shot heard throught out Alberta. The chair is dented and D! is got the crimson mask as Frank Warburton gets on the mic.
FRANK WARBURTON: D! has one the second fall by disqualification. The match is now tied one to one.
Rees puts the bloody D! in the ring and after a Wabana Buster. He covers D!.
One...Two...Three!
FRANK WARBURTON: The third fall has been won by Lloyd Rees by pinfall. Rees is up Two falls to one.
Rees smiles as D! is getting abused by the rules. Rees takes his time jawing with the fans. He then goes over to cover D! one more time. He lazily lays on top of D! and One, Two, D! hooks the arms of the cocky Rees. One Two...Rees is up. Rees looks mad. He fires off some punches and D! fires back. D! gets to his feet and Rees charges him. SPINE ON THE PINE!!! With every bit of energy he had, D! nails a hellacious spine-buster on Rees. He bounces back with impact and can't cover immediately. D! covers Rees finally.
One... Two... Thre- No not yet. Rees shoulder and arm fires up like the teachers pet wanting to answer a question in third grade. Rees pushes D! off him. They both look weary. D! is up first. Rees is up too. They stare off. Ol' Salty yells at D! and distracts him long enough for another DDT FROM THE GREEN. The audacity of Rees to cheat this much. He covers D!.
One...Two...Three!!
Rees smiles that Newfie smile as he hears the booming voice over the PA.
FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd Rees has won another fall. He leads Three to One.
D! is in dire straights. Rees is up big early. D! looks groggy as Rees looks like a hyena. Rees is stalking his prey. Rees doesn't strike quite yet. He waits for D! to rise. He goes for a big time clothesline, but D! elbows Rees right in the nose. Rees is down. Blood is trickling from the nose of Rees. He rolls to the outside as D! rests a second, waiting for Rees to return. Ol' Salty checks the nose and tells him it'll be OK. Rees gets in the ring. He looks pissed. D! just popped the bully in the face, and the bully doesn't like it. Rees and D! lock up and D! gets a headlock on Rees. He gets pushed off and into the ropes, Rees awaits him. D! hooks the ropes and hangs on as Rees misses a big dropkick.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ten minutes have expired in the match, twenty minutes remain.
Both men are bleeding now, but that’s about the only equalizing factor D! has going for him, trailing by two with twenty minutes to go. He hits a back body drop on Rees when he charges at. Nice move! Rees is pissed now, wipes some blood from his nose and gets to his knees. Knee lift to the face! Now the blood is REALLY flowing, that nose is like a geyser. Sharplin can’t do a damn thing but watch as he can’t award a fall to D! for that, nor can he stop the match!
Pile-driver to Rees! Cover !
ONE! TWO! TH-SHOULDER!
D! needed that one, but he’s got some momentum now. Salty is up on the apron, he wants to distract Sharplin and protect that lead! D! Sharplin turns and D! runs over to DECK Salty, sending him to the floor in a heap. But that’s enough time for Rees to sneak in with a damn low blow! Baritone to Soprano in an instant, and the champ is down. Rees smiles again and yells at D!, hooking on the Cloverleaf! Will D! tap? No sir, he’s too close to the ropes, but Rees isn’t necessarily trying to get more falls as he’s trying to eat up precious minutes from that clock. D! reaches out, trying to grab those ropes…and Rees pulls him away as his fingers graze them! Rees wrenches back, and now he does want to make D! tap out! He’s got him smack in the middle of the ring, Sharplin’s asking him if he gives! The fans are CHANTING D!’s name, and the One Letter Superstar pushes himself up! He’s powering out! The fans are starting to really buzz now! The blood pumping off the head of D!. He kicks Lloyd Rees off, what a competitor! Rees looks pissed, here he comes at D! The clothesline attempt is ducked, and D! hits a bulldog! He gets Rees up, whips him into the corner! You KNOW what’s next…STINGER SPLASH! Big MO is on D!’s side now, the place is coming UNGLUED! He follows a stumbling Rees out of the corner, dropkick to the back sends the East Coast Sensation headlong into to the turnbuckle! ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO!
REES FLIPS OVER AND TRAPS D!, D! IS PINNED!
ONE!...TWO!...NO!
D! can’t buy a break here! Rees is back on his feet, boot to D!’s gut, snap suplex attempt is REVERSED, D! behind his man! OH MY GOD! NYQUIL DRIVER! Sleep tight, Lloyd!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Rees somehow got out. The determination is matched only by his opponent. D! is in trouble folks, times not on his side. To the top rope, it’s Rammer Jammer time says D!
He flies!
And hits the MAT with authority, Rees had him scouted big time. D! is rolling around in pain, here comes a side headlock from Rees. He’s squeezing the life out of D!, trying to turn his brains into jelly! The crowd is cheering for their Champion, but he can’t power out! He gets to his feet, trying desperately to counter. He rolls forward, but Rees latches on like a pit bull and will NOT let go! D! has to get him off, he can’t pin the man if he passes out! What can D! do? He slips out somehow and tries a new move... a Curt Henning neck snap on the seated Rees. Both men are down, both are giving it there all. And apparently under handed tactics is part of Rees' all. D! has the deck stacked against him. D! rises up, wipes the blood from his face and picks up Rees by the hair. He nails a right, a left another right. Rees is down. D! needs a big move. ROCKETTES KICK OF DOOM. Rees is knocked out of the ring. D! is going to allow Sharplin to count, while he catches his breath. Ol' Salty is having none of that and is picking up Rees. He rolls Rees in at the count of eight. D! looks unhappy, needing to scores. This is a challenge for D!. He won't resort to the tactics of Rees though. He gets Rees in the ring, and Rees nails D! in the gut. Rees then goes low, and Sharplin couldn't see it from his angle. The crowd sees it on the screen and boo accordingly. D! is down, and...
CONCEPTION BAY CHIN-LOCK!!!
D! is try to get out. He has to get out. seconds are ticking down in this contest and my God, D! will not submit. He is keeping his arms alive as Sharplin checks. D! desperately swings his arms up and nails the nose of one "Lemon Drop Kid" Lloyd Rees. The move is broke and D! is free. Rees is in a bad way with a very, very messed up nose. D! gets over to Rees on the ground and...
CRIPPLER CROSS FACE...
D! is pulling out moves out of nowhere. He has the cross face over the nose. Rees is taking the move. He is refusing to tap out. What guts are being shown by Rees. He doesn't want to give up another fall. Rees' plan has worked out so far, but D! is throwing curve balls. Rees is inching towards the ropes. Rees is getting closer and D! sticks his boot out. He pushes the rope farther away. Rees panics and rolls D! to his back, but D! quickly turns back right, but Rees is close to the side ropes and sticks out a boot. The move is broken. Rees is hanging on to the lead by two falls. D! is bloody, Rees is bloody, Bruce Richards is watching on licking his chops. This is HOSTILE. D! is sizing up Rees for a boot. He nails it. Another move. Rees is taking abuse like a Ken Shamrock did last night in the UFC. D! has went street fight mode, and this is a war now.
FRANK WARBURTON: Twenty minutes have elapsed, ten minutes remain. Rees up Three falls to One.
The blood is all over the mat now, both men have lost a sizeable amount of juice here tonight, but it’s all about the big gold belt sitting stoically on the timekeeper’s table! D! picks up Rees…GERMAN! GERMAN GERMAN! A german suplex into a bridge, here’s the count!
ONE!
TWO!
REES ESCAPES! But he’s hurt bad, he landed pretty hard on the back of his head and neck. Once he’s too his feet D! unleashes with a Roundhouse punch! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON REES! Cover once more!
ONE! TWO! THRE-SHOULDER? Sharplin says he got the shoulder up, and D! is trying to figure out how to keep Lloyd Rees down for three seconds. He’s got him in torture rack position now, but Rees slides out like an eel, but facing away from D!
NYQUIL DRIVER! THE FANS ERUPT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THE CHAMP IS ALIVE AND KICKING, IT’S THREE -TWO REES NOW!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, D! has just scored with a pinfall! The score now stands at Lloyd Rees Three, D! two!
The fans are going ape, D! has to follow here! Here it comes! BEAT-O-BARRAGE! Kicks and strikes all around, Rees is reeling! Kick to the back of the knee, Lloyd is down to his knees! HERE COMES THE BUZZSAW!
DUCKED!
Rees grabs the champion’s leg, and drags him down to the ground! He’s got a waist-lock on the champ, he’s trying desperately to take the crowd out of this match and stop D! from getting another fall and tying this thing up. Rees SQUEEZES with all he’s got, and finally blasts away with back-to-back cross-+faces, driving his arm across that badly cut forehead! He rolls over, exhausted, and both men are on the mat. No count from Sharplin, he can’t award a double fall in this match-up. Rees pulls himself up from the ropes, but he’s lost a ton of blood and falls to the mat, ass first. He’s sitting up now, looking confused, but once again manages to get himself up. He sizes D! up, and hits a beautiful knee drop right across the champion’s head! He’s up, a crazed look on his face, he hasn’t looked this nutty since…well...since we last saw him! Rees lands another one, opening the cut even further! D! is really flowing now, and he’s not doing a whole lot of moving. Rees is BITING D!’S FOREHEAD! D! SHOUTS IN PAIN! THIS IS SICK, THERE’S WOMEN AND CHILDREN HERE! The crowd boos wildly and Rees finally relinquishes his bite, spitting blood onto the mat! He gets up and yells like a madman! “DIS’S YER F**KIN’ CHAMPION! IS DAT ALL HE’S GOT?” The crowd showers him with boos, but they quickly turn into cheers! Why, you ask? D! IS! UP!
And Lloyd Rees turns right into a ring rocking STUNNER! THANK YOU STEVE AUSTIN! COVER! THE FANS ARE COUNTING ALONG!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?
NOT QUITE! Rees got his shoulder up at the last second, D! didn’t hook the leg! He was too damn exhausted, and he still trails by one! Warburton is on the mike!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, twenty-five minutes have elapsed, and the contest stands at Lloyd Rees three, D! two and we're under FIVE MINUTES REMAINING!
D! rises from the blood stained canvas. Rees grabs the ropes to pull himself up. This is the wrestling equivalent to Rocky Balboa versus Apollo Creed. D! is getting cheered on. Rees is going to need a new nose. D! needs to tie this match up and hope for Sudden Death overtime. D! charges at Rees and Rees bends over to avoid what he thought was a clothesline. It' was actually a sunset flip.
ONE!
TWO!
No dice. Rees gets out. Rees can barely stand up and suplex on Rees. Rees rolls out of the ring. D! goes after him. Rees goes face first into the steel steps. The bloodiest match in NAPW history is taking place right now. D! rolls Rees in the ring. The count
ONE!
TWO!
THRE- NO! It's another near fall.
FRANK WARBURTON: Three minutes remain in the match, three minutes.
D! kicks it to another gear. He sends Rees into the corner and ONCE AGAIN STINGER SPLASH! Rees rolls to the ropes and hangs on to them. He doesn't want to lose the lead, possibly the match this close to the end. D! kicks him and Rees grabs a foot. He trips D! down. He tries for the Lance Cove Leglock. He locks it in. D! is in a bad way but Rees can't apply much pressure. D! gets to the ropes with ease.
FRANK WARBURTON: TWO MINUTES LEFT! TWO MINUTES!!
D! gets up and is ready to pounce on Rees. D! is on fire. Left's, rights, Sharplin is warning him. Boot to the midsection of Rees. DDT FROM WHYTE AVENUE! The cover, the count
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE Foot on the ropes. Rees is still aware of his surroundings. D! is doing everything and anything to just tie it. Rees hurt early with the cheap chair shot and the DDT on the floor. D! puts Rees in a sleeper hold, is it the Nyquil Driver? No! Rees grabs the ropes. D! lets Rees go and drops him with a Roundhouse.
FRANK WARBURTON: ONE MINUTE WARNING!
D! covers the downed Rees, but he is in the ropes. D! picks him up and Rees fights him off. D! picks up Lloyd and delivers a spine buster with AUTHORITY. D! pops up like the Rock and grabs Rees leg. He flips him over.
FRANK WARBURTON: THIRTY SECONDS!!
D! has PLEASANT CYCLING LOCKED IN! REES IS SCREAMING NO! NO!! HE IS BITING HIS FINGERS. He is in the middle of the ring. Will he tap? D! adds pressure and Rees screams NO! NO! What more can he take? Rees is about to tap!
DING!!!
FRANK WARBURTON: The result of Thirty Minute Ironman Match is Lloyd Rees Three falls and
D!
TWO FALLS.
THE WINNER AND NEW NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
LLOOOYYDDDD REEEEEEEESS!!!!
D! looks at Frank at ringside. He sees Rees roll out and grab the Provincial belt, and the NAPW heavyweight strap. He looks at the dented chair, the blood. He looks at Rees and goes to ringside. He goes face to face with Rees. He yells: "DON'T FORGET YOUR TAG PARTNER."
WHAM! D! obviously frustrated with the chair being used, nails Rees with it and he places Rees on the table. The crowd erupts. He nails Ol' Salty. Rees is prone. D! is up top. REES HERE'S YOUR RECEIPT!!
OH MY GOD! D! HAS LOST IT FOLKS!!!
THE RAMMER JAMMER ELBOW HAMMER! THROUGH A TABLE!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, REES IS A DOUBLE CHAMPION!!! D! WENT BAT(BLEEP) INSANE!
NOW THAT'S A HOSTILE HANGOVER!!!
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is your HOSTILE HANGOVER MAIN EVENT!!! This match is for the NAPW Heavyweight Championship and will be a Thirty Minute Iron Man match... an THERE WILL BE A WINNER!
The East Coast Sensation makes his way out as "Fighting 59" comes on. He has Ol' Salty with him and Ol' Salty is carrying the NAPW Provincial belt. The man that has won matches in almost anyway possible... Made Rex Caliber tap out. He ignores the loudest boos of the night, from well over three thousand fans are trying to rattle the man from Bell Island. He gets in the ring, as Ol' Salty takes his spot in the corner. Referee John Sharplin gives him some instructions.
FRANK WARBURTON: The challenger is the current and longest reigning NAPW Provincial Champion. He weighed in tonight at Two hundred Forty-Seven pounds, and hails from Bell Island, Newfoundland... He is the EAST COAST SENNNSSATIION, THE LEMONDROP KID LLLLLOOOYYDDD REEEEEEESS!!
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES.
The place is shaking from the fans. The place is rumbling as every man, woman and child are on their feet for the man, the legend...one letter said real loud....D! The champ is packing both belts, the NAPW one and the TEAM COC. He is ready to go and steps into the ring.
FRANK WARBURTON: And now his opponent. Weighing in at Two hundred Ten pounds, from Edmonton, Alberta, the current Team Champion of Champions. The current reigning, defending and undisputed NAPW Heavyweight Champion... THE UNORTHODOX OLD SCHOOLER... D!!!!!
Lloyd Rees makes a belt motion with his hands, telling D! that the belt is as good as his! D! just shakes his head no. Sharplin signals for the bell, and here we go!
D! comes flying from his corner, there’s a nicely executed hip toss! Rees rebounds and comes at D! connecting with a flying shoulder-block on the champ! He’s on top and hammering at his skull with closed fists! Sharplin breaks it up, but Rees goes right back to work, grinding his forearm into D!’s face! He’s yelling at D! to tap, but he is in the ropes! Sharplin breaks it up now and Rees finally gets off the champion. D! with a hip-toss…YES! D! drives an elbow down, right on The Lemondrop Kid’s forehead! And now he’s firing away on Rees’ face! Furious rights from the champion, the Provincial champion is in trouble! Thumb to the eye! That oughta get D! off of him! Rees now takes has the upper hand. He lays a stiff boot into D!’s head. “Com’n, chump, get da hell up of y’er arse! Lemme smack dat stupid look off yer face!” Another boot! And a knee to the back! Rees picks D! up for a perfectly executed backbreaker, and holds him over his knee for a pose! And picks him up for another! D! crumples to that mat. Rees is stomping away again, giving D! some time to get up on his own…so he can NAIL with the Fresh Water Flip! All that weight corking through the air, our champion is in trouble! Rees is yelling at the crowd, and here come the boo birds! He’s basking in it, but basking in it is never a good way to score a pin in an Ironman match for the NAPW Heavyweight title. It is, however, a GREAT away to turn around into a Roundhouse Punch! Make it two Roundhouse Punches! D! bounces off the ropes, Flying forearm smash! Out of the corner now, D! does his best Hulk Hogan impersonation on a prone Lloyd Rees! Atomic Leg Drop, and the fans are screaming for the Emo Kid! Rees is up, D! waiting behind him.. NYQUIL DRIVER? NO, Rees escapes and bails outside. But here comes the champ, over the top rope! Cross-body out onto the floor! Keep in mind pinfalls and submission only count inside the ring, but the pain still counts! Sharplin is in the ring, he’s gonna have to count. D! with a bodyslam, Rees hits the floor hard. D! is back down on the mat brawling it out with him, the two firing shots at one another. Rees thumbs the eye again, and Sharplin’s slooowww count is at Four! Rees suplexes D! onto the floor, that looked painful. Ol’ Salty runs over, and I guess in Newfoundland the things he’s shouting are offensive because they’re being edited by the sound guys! Sharplin’s count gets to Seven, and both men are up. D! tries to get back in the ring, he’s got his back to Rees!
Big mistake! DDT FROM THE GREEN, he got all of it!. Rees rolls in, the count hits ten, and the Lemondrop Kid leads One to Nothing over D!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, Lloyd Rees has scored the first fall! He leads one to nothing!
Rees smiles as he sees D! getting counted out again. Sharplin gets moved and Rees breaks the count. Back outside, Rees takes a steel chair...
BAM! and as the Saw movie said last year... THERE WILL BE BLOOD. That was a sick chair shot heard throught out Alberta. The chair is dented and D! is got the crimson mask as Frank Warburton gets on the mic.
FRANK WARBURTON: D! has one the second fall by disqualification. The match is now tied one to one.
Rees puts the bloody D! in the ring and after a Wabana Buster. He covers D!.
One...Two...Three!
FRANK WARBURTON: The third fall has been won by Lloyd Rees by pinfall. Rees is up Two falls to one.
Rees smiles as D! is getting abused by the rules. Rees takes his time jawing with the fans. He then goes over to cover D! one more time. He lazily lays on top of D! and One, Two, D! hooks the arms of the cocky Rees. One Two...Rees is up. Rees looks mad. He fires off some punches and D! fires back. D! gets to his feet and Rees charges him. SPINE ON THE PINE!!! With every bit of energy he had, D! nails a hellacious spine-buster on Rees. He bounces back with impact and can't cover immediately. D! covers Rees finally.
One... Two... Thre- No not yet. Rees shoulder and arm fires up like the teachers pet wanting to answer a question in third grade. Rees pushes D! off him. They both look weary. D! is up first. Rees is up too. They stare off. Ol' Salty yells at D! and distracts him long enough for another DDT FROM THE GREEN. The audacity of Rees to cheat this much. He covers D!.
One...Two...Three!!
Rees smiles that Newfie smile as he hears the booming voice over the PA.
FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd Rees has won another fall. He leads Three to One.
D! is in dire straights. Rees is up big early. D! looks groggy as Rees looks like a hyena. Rees is stalking his prey. Rees doesn't strike quite yet. He waits for D! to rise. He goes for a big time clothesline, but D! elbows Rees right in the nose. Rees is down. Blood is trickling from the nose of Rees. He rolls to the outside as D! rests a second, waiting for Rees to return. Ol' Salty checks the nose and tells him it'll be OK. Rees gets in the ring. He looks pissed. D! just popped the bully in the face, and the bully doesn't like it. Rees and D! lock up and D! gets a headlock on Rees. He gets pushed off and into the ropes, Rees awaits him. D! hooks the ropes and hangs on as Rees misses a big dropkick.
FRANK WARBURTON: Ten minutes have expired in the match, twenty minutes remain.
Both men are bleeding now, but that’s about the only equalizing factor D! has going for him, trailing by two with twenty minutes to go. He hits a back body drop on Rees when he charges at. Nice move! Rees is pissed now, wipes some blood from his nose and gets to his knees. Knee lift to the face! Now the blood is REALLY flowing, that nose is like a geyser. Sharplin can’t do a damn thing but watch as he can’t award a fall to D! for that, nor can he stop the match!
Pile-driver to Rees! Cover !
ONE! TWO! TH-SHOULDER!
D! needed that one, but he’s got some momentum now. Salty is up on the apron, he wants to distract Sharplin and protect that lead! D! Sharplin turns and D! runs over to DECK Salty, sending him to the floor in a heap. But that’s enough time for Rees to sneak in with a damn low blow! Baritone to Soprano in an instant, and the champ is down. Rees smiles again and yells at D!, hooking on the Cloverleaf! Will D! tap? No sir, he’s too close to the ropes, but Rees isn’t necessarily trying to get more falls as he’s trying to eat up precious minutes from that clock. D! reaches out, trying to grab those ropes…and Rees pulls him away as his fingers graze them! Rees wrenches back, and now he does want to make D! tap out! He’s got him smack in the middle of the ring, Sharplin’s asking him if he gives! The fans are CHANTING D!’s name, and the One Letter Superstar pushes himself up! He’s powering out! The fans are starting to really buzz now! The blood pumping off the head of D!. He kicks Lloyd Rees off, what a competitor! Rees looks pissed, here he comes at D! The clothesline attempt is ducked, and D! hits a bulldog! He gets Rees up, whips him into the corner! You KNOW what’s next…STINGER SPLASH! Big MO is on D!’s side now, the place is coming UNGLUED! He follows a stumbling Rees out of the corner, dropkick to the back sends the East Coast Sensation headlong into to the turnbuckle! ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO!
REES FLIPS OVER AND TRAPS D!, D! IS PINNED!
ONE!...TWO!...NO!
D! can’t buy a break here! Rees is back on his feet, boot to D!’s gut, snap suplex attempt is REVERSED, D! behind his man! OH MY GOD! NYQUIL DRIVER! Sleep tight, Lloyd!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Rees somehow got out. The determination is matched only by his opponent. D! is in trouble folks, times not on his side. To the top rope, it’s Rammer Jammer time says D!
He flies!
And hits the MAT with authority, Rees had him scouted big time. D! is rolling around in pain, here comes a side headlock from Rees. He’s squeezing the life out of D!, trying to turn his brains into jelly! The crowd is cheering for their Champion, but he can’t power out! He gets to his feet, trying desperately to counter. He rolls forward, but Rees latches on like a pit bull and will NOT let go! D! has to get him off, he can’t pin the man if he passes out! What can D! do? He slips out somehow and tries a new move... a Curt Henning neck snap on the seated Rees. Both men are down, both are giving it there all. And apparently under handed tactics is part of Rees' all. D! has the deck stacked against him. D! rises up, wipes the blood from his face and picks up Rees by the hair. He nails a right, a left another right. Rees is down. D! needs a big move. ROCKETTES KICK OF DOOM. Rees is knocked out of the ring. D! is going to allow Sharplin to count, while he catches his breath. Ol' Salty is having none of that and is picking up Rees. He rolls Rees in at the count of eight. D! looks unhappy, needing to scores. This is a challenge for D!. He won't resort to the tactics of Rees though. He gets Rees in the ring, and Rees nails D! in the gut. Rees then goes low, and Sharplin couldn't see it from his angle. The crowd sees it on the screen and boo accordingly. D! is down, and...
CONCEPTION BAY CHIN-LOCK!!!
D! is try to get out. He has to get out. seconds are ticking down in this contest and my God, D! will not submit. He is keeping his arms alive as Sharplin checks. D! desperately swings his arms up and nails the nose of one "Lemon Drop Kid" Lloyd Rees. The move is broke and D! is free. Rees is in a bad way with a very, very messed up nose. D! gets over to Rees on the ground and...
CRIPPLER CROSS FACE...
D! is pulling out moves out of nowhere. He has the cross face over the nose. Rees is taking the move. He is refusing to tap out. What guts are being shown by Rees. He doesn't want to give up another fall. Rees' plan has worked out so far, but D! is throwing curve balls. Rees is inching towards the ropes. Rees is getting closer and D! sticks his boot out. He pushes the rope farther away. Rees panics and rolls D! to his back, but D! quickly turns back right, but Rees is close to the side ropes and sticks out a boot. The move is broken. Rees is hanging on to the lead by two falls. D! is bloody, Rees is bloody, Bruce Richards is watching on licking his chops. This is HOSTILE. D! is sizing up Rees for a boot. He nails it. Another move. Rees is taking abuse like a Ken Shamrock did last night in the UFC. D! has went street fight mode, and this is a war now.
FRANK WARBURTON: Twenty minutes have elapsed, ten minutes remain. Rees up Three falls to One.
The blood is all over the mat now, both men have lost a sizeable amount of juice here tonight, but it’s all about the big gold belt sitting stoically on the timekeeper’s table! D! picks up Rees…GERMAN! GERMAN GERMAN! A german suplex into a bridge, here’s the count!
ONE!
TWO!
REES ESCAPES! But he’s hurt bad, he landed pretty hard on the back of his head and neck. Once he’s too his feet D! unleashes with a Roundhouse punch! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON REES! Cover once more!
ONE! TWO! THRE-SHOULDER? Sharplin says he got the shoulder up, and D! is trying to figure out how to keep Lloyd Rees down for three seconds. He’s got him in torture rack position now, but Rees slides out like an eel, but facing away from D!
NYQUIL DRIVER! THE FANS ERUPT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THE CHAMP IS ALIVE AND KICKING, IT’S THREE -TWO REES NOW!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, D! has just scored with a pinfall! The score now stands at Lloyd Rees Three, D! two!
The fans are going ape, D! has to follow here! Here it comes! BEAT-O-BARRAGE! Kicks and strikes all around, Rees is reeling! Kick to the back of the knee, Lloyd is down to his knees! HERE COMES THE BUZZSAW!
DUCKED!
Rees grabs the champion’s leg, and drags him down to the ground! He’s got a waist-lock on the champ, he’s trying desperately to take the crowd out of this match and stop D! from getting another fall and tying this thing up. Rees SQUEEZES with all he’s got, and finally blasts away with back-to-back cross-+faces, driving his arm across that badly cut forehead! He rolls over, exhausted, and both men are on the mat. No count from Sharplin, he can’t award a double fall in this match-up. Rees pulls himself up from the ropes, but he’s lost a ton of blood and falls to the mat, ass first. He’s sitting up now, looking confused, but once again manages to get himself up. He sizes D! up, and hits a beautiful knee drop right across the champion’s head! He’s up, a crazed look on his face, he hasn’t looked this nutty since…well...since we last saw him! Rees lands another one, opening the cut even further! D! is really flowing now, and he’s not doing a whole lot of moving. Rees is BITING D!’S FOREHEAD! D! SHOUTS IN PAIN! THIS IS SICK, THERE’S WOMEN AND CHILDREN HERE! The crowd boos wildly and Rees finally relinquishes his bite, spitting blood onto the mat! He gets up and yells like a madman! “DIS’S YER F**KIN’ CHAMPION! IS DAT ALL HE’S GOT?” The crowd showers him with boos, but they quickly turn into cheers! Why, you ask? D! IS! UP!
And Lloyd Rees turns right into a ring rocking STUNNER! THANK YOU STEVE AUSTIN! COVER! THE FANS ARE COUNTING ALONG!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?
NOT QUITE! Rees got his shoulder up at the last second, D! didn’t hook the leg! He was too damn exhausted, and he still trails by one! Warburton is on the mike!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, twenty-five minutes have elapsed, and the contest stands at Lloyd Rees three, D! two and we're under FIVE MINUTES REMAINING!
D! rises from the blood stained canvas. Rees grabs the ropes to pull himself up. This is the wrestling equivalent to Rocky Balboa versus Apollo Creed. D! is getting cheered on. Rees is going to need a new nose. D! needs to tie this match up and hope for Sudden Death overtime. D! charges at Rees and Rees bends over to avoid what he thought was a clothesline. It' was actually a sunset flip.
ONE!
TWO!
No dice. Rees gets out. Rees can barely stand up and suplex on Rees. Rees rolls out of the ring. D! goes after him. Rees goes face first into the steel steps. The bloodiest match in NAPW history is taking place right now. D! rolls Rees in the ring. The count
ONE!
TWO!
THRE- NO! It's another near fall.
FRANK WARBURTON: Three minutes remain in the match, three minutes.
D! kicks it to another gear. He sends Rees into the corner and ONCE AGAIN STINGER SPLASH! Rees rolls to the ropes and hangs on to them. He doesn't want to lose the lead, possibly the match this close to the end. D! kicks him and Rees grabs a foot. He trips D! down. He tries for the Lance Cove Leglock. He locks it in. D! is in a bad way but Rees can't apply much pressure. D! gets to the ropes with ease.
FRANK WARBURTON: TWO MINUTES LEFT! TWO MINUTES!!
D! gets up and is ready to pounce on Rees. D! is on fire. Left's, rights, Sharplin is warning him. Boot to the midsection of Rees. DDT FROM WHYTE AVENUE! The cover, the count
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE Foot on the ropes. Rees is still aware of his surroundings. D! is doing everything and anything to just tie it. Rees hurt early with the cheap chair shot and the DDT on the floor. D! puts Rees in a sleeper hold, is it the Nyquil Driver? No! Rees grabs the ropes. D! lets Rees go and drops him with a Roundhouse.
FRANK WARBURTON: ONE MINUTE WARNING!
D! covers the downed Rees, but he is in the ropes. D! picks him up and Rees fights him off. D! picks up Lloyd and delivers a spine buster with AUTHORITY. D! pops up like the Rock and grabs Rees leg. He flips him over.
FRANK WARBURTON: THIRTY SECONDS!!
D! has PLEASANT CYCLING LOCKED IN! REES IS SCREAMING NO! NO!! HE IS BITING HIS FINGERS. He is in the middle of the ring. Will he tap? D! adds pressure and Rees screams NO! NO! What more can he take? Rees is about to tap!
DING!!!
FRANK WARBURTON: The result of Thirty Minute Ironman Match is Lloyd Rees Three falls and
D!
TWO FALLS.
THE WINNER AND NEW NAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
LLOOOYYDDDD REEEEEEEESS!!!!
D! looks at Frank at ringside. He sees Rees roll out and grab the Provincial belt, and the NAPW heavyweight strap. He looks at the dented chair, the blood. He looks at Rees and goes to ringside. He goes face to face with Rees. He yells: "DON'T FORGET YOUR TAG PARTNER."
WHAM! D! obviously frustrated with the chair being used, nails Rees with it and he places Rees on the table. The crowd erupts. He nails Ol' Salty. Rees is prone. D! is up top. REES HERE'S YOUR RECEIPT!!
OH MY GOD! D! HAS LOST IT FOLKS!!!
THE RAMMER JAMMER ELBOW HAMMER! THROUGH A TABLE!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, REES IS A DOUBLE CHAMPION!!! D! WENT BAT(BLEEP) INSANE!
NOW THAT'S A HOSTILE HANGOVER!!!