NCW Prime- Episode #46-5/6/17 (Taped April 30th)
NCW Arena- Johnstown, PA
Fading from black, the viewers at home are met with the view from a camera just inside the small parking garage in the NCW Arena. The camera faces out toward a rather sunny day indicating this had been a pre-recorded (Pre-Pre-recorded actually considering this episode is taped). Turning into view is a 2000 Taurus painted black that reflected the sunlight before passing through the large opening and coming to a stop just feet in front of the cameraman. The driver door pops open precisely when the garage door begins to close. Out of the car appears its lone occupant and driver, DXP. Arriving early for NCW Prime's debut on TBS. But his mind was instead drawn to the large metal sheet that made up the door dropping shut.
"Hey guys, open it back up. Many haven't even arrived yet." The founder and co-owner said, assuming it was some maintenance person closing the door.
No response was given to DXP, as he closed the door of the car and ready to begin walking when the shuffling of feet rapidly approaching was heard. Instantly, DXP became the epicenter of a cluster of individuals who had rushed out from behind the cameraman and jumped the founder of Northern Carnage Wrestling!
DXP could be heard grunting in pain over and over as he finds himself down onto the asphalt floor. The wrestlers that had swooped in looks somewhat familiar, and soon everyone at home could realize it was the group known formerly as the Steel Syndicate, now the Three Rivers Syndicate. All of them: Tucker, Danny, Mako, Ben, Brad, the NCW Television Champion Renton Thurston and former 2-time world champion Sokka. All going to work on an individual who they once helped to create this company.
"PICK HIM UP! PICK HIM UP!" a voice off scream can be heard shouting as the TRS comply. A dazed DXP is forced to lift his head to see a finely dressed Steven 'Streak' Chamberlain walking up to him.
"You Can't Accept It, Can You? Your Absolute Control Over This Company Has Led It Down The Wrong Direction. When You Gave Me Temporary Control, Look What I Got You! I Got You Views, I Got You The Return Of Drew Cage, I Got You Lethal Lockdown. I Got You TBS! And How Am I Repaid? How Are WE Repaid? You Shut This Company Down For Fear Of Someone Else Having Control, Fear Of The Southern Warrior Holding The Gold!" Streak declares. "We Are Co-Owners, We Have 50% Ownership Each! We can't work under the same roof, we'll just clash and get nothing done and that's not fair to the Prime and Electric rosters, now is it? I want things to be fair…so you get Electric….I GET PRIME!"
"I Get Prime" was the words that would be echoing in DXP's head as Streak steps aside for Sokka to deliver an Ice Breaker! The founder of NCW slouches into the grasp of the TRS, who raise DXP high in the air before POWERBOMBING HIM BACK FIRST ONTO THE WINDSHIELD THAT BUCKLED AND SHATTERED!
"Told You We Had A Plan B." Streak said to Sokka who grinned. The TRS then departed as the camera zoomed in on DXP who was not going anywhere anytime soon as he remained in the hole where the windshield once was.
"All Security Guards, Ensure If DXP Tries To Re-Enter ANY Prime Event That He Is To Be Expelled From The Building." Streak is heard saying, having pulled a small two-way radio with the Three Rivers Syndicate in toe.
(Static Transition)
The Opening Guitar Riff To "Gear Jammer" by George Thorogood and The Destroyers plays
*Various shots of different wrestlers on the Prime Roster gearing up for action are shown. Some tying up their boots, others pulling their elbow pads up their arms and some placing championships around their waists*
"Running My Rig Around Ninety-Five"
"Rockin and Rollin Into Overdrive"
"My Heart Is Beating Like A Jammer"
"It's The Midnight Ride For A Gear Jammer"
*The intro wraps up with quick shots of Hernan Ortiz with the Hypersonic Championship, Renton Thurston with the Television Championship & Crash Bandicoot with the World Championship before the sounds of cars racing by is heard leading to the logo of the show whipping into the view before being pulled aside to reveal the arena*
The venue was obscured by darkness save for the lights of iphones. But the building soon began to glow from within when white fireworks popped in the middle of the square light truss hanging above the ring. The pops echoed throughout the arena about ten times before two narrow blue flames rose up from stage. The display of pyro came to a close with one final pop and the two flames lowered to signal the arrival of the lights illuminating the entire arena.
The camera was down at floor level, quickly zooming back from the stage which was the same used for Electric. Yup, NCW is using a universal stage for there televised events. But lets be honest, NCW is still teetering on the edge of financial collapse daily so can you blame them? Plus, it's a great looking stage. The semi-transparent cylinders partially concealed by a grid like metallic casing that appeared like a skyscraper were now shaded blue. The lights within the rectangular steel structures that increase in size to make up the entry way still retain the white lights from Electric, but now the spotlights in the very back are blue. The noticeable change is the cursive neon Electric sign was now replaced by a metallic sign that read PRIME, appearing to have been cut out by a blowtorch for the ends are all burned black. The lights within the ramp now illuminate blue and slants down to the floor just in front of the ring. NCW, however, was still going without pads on Prime. But the barricades were now wrapped in black fabric that occasionally displayed the updated NCW logo in blue and four places in each corner was a TBS logo. The ring itself had gotten a makeover for Prime, with blue ring ropes with silver ring skirts akin to early 2000s Smackdown. The canvas was the same dark gray as seen on Electric but now dark blue turnbuckles encircled the ring. The time keepers table was pressed up against the ring on the opposite side of the entry way but noticeable absent is the commentary booth.
"Hello everybody and welcome to the 46th installment of Prime! But for the first time we are coming to you via TBS! Hello I'm Joey Styles, here the NCW Arena in Johnstown, Pennsylvania for two hours of alternative wrestling." Joey stated as the camera cut to Joey and Critic's commentary position which is up on a raised platform on the far end of the arena.
"And I'm The Nostalgia Critic, I remember so you don't have to…..like Crash winning the world championship." Critic grumbled.
"You might be in a rut about it, but many are excited he holds the championship once more. We know Crash WILL be here tonight…..but what the hell is going on? We just saw DXP attacked by the stable once known as the Steel Syndicate, now being refered to as the Three Rivers Syndicate. It appears Streak and his faction has taken over Prime's ownership by force! During the intro I was told by the guys in the production truck they WILL be making an appearance in the ring AFTER our opening contest tonight." Joey addressed to the home audience.
"We'll, let's not waste time. I want to hear what they have to say, so let's go right to the first match of tonight." Critic stated as the camera fazed to the hard camera fixated on the ring.
Within the blue ropes stood Stephen DeAngelis, NCW's original ring announcer who has been a constant at ringside since 2013 and one of NCW's living links to Extreme Championship Wrestling (The other being Joey Styles).
"Ladies and Gentleman, your opening contest for this installment of Prime is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Your referee in charge is Troy Davis!" Stephen DeAngelis announced to a chorus of boos.
The blue hue of the stage remained, but the two sets of lights had become green. The end screens above had gone from the standard graphics for the show to a background of leaves with the name of the wrestler about to appear on the stage. The center screen began to show the short titantron video for the performer. What seemed to be a hip-hop remix of "The Legend of Ashitaka" by Joe Hisashi was blasting through the loud speakers in the crowd.
The stage had a large black curtain behind it, so many were caught slightly off guard seeing a small curtain in the center of the stage splitting open as one of the Last of the Emishi steps out onto the stage and enters the NCW Arena for the first time.
"Introducing first, from Eastern Japan, he weighed in tonight at 185 lbs. This is Ashitaka!" Stephen DeAngelis announced to the crowd of just fewer than 4,000 crazed fans in the NCW Arena.
"Many of our new viewers may not be familiar with this man. Ashitaka, the Last Prince of the Emishi, has spent much of his career in developmental. Most noteworthy is his struggles with Adam Price over the Allegheny Mountain Wrestling Mountaineer Championship. But from now on, he shall be part of our newly rebranded Hypersonic Division." Joey informed the viewer as Ashitaka walked down the somewhat steep ramp as lights from the square truss above the ring alternated between green and blue.
"That's nice…..he gonna die in a few minutes." Critic quipped as Ashitaka stepped into the ring while his music cut.
"As I mentioned, Ashitaka being in the Hypersonic Division now. This being a Hypersonic Showcase of sorts." Joey added before the lights in the entire building went dark. "I don't think he's gonna die, Critic."
"Yeah, well, y'know who is opponent is?!" Critic asked with a tad of fear in his voice.
White noise emanated out of the amplifiers throughout the building. But soon it was replaced by a radio news bulletin.
"This Is An Emergency News Bulletin. A Virus Is Rapidly Spreading Across The Country And Nearing Your Area. Take Shelter In The Nearest Building, Do Not Attempt To Leave. Seal Yourself In And Keep Away From The Outside World."
The bulletin as replaced by white noise again before that too faded out and the lights in the arena gradually returned. But now they illuminated the interior of the NCW Arena in crimson. Soon, drums and a guitar blasted out of the speakers before the lyrics of a song began.
"When I Drop You, I'm Gonna Stomp You"
"Pick You Up Again And Then Drop You"
"Lift My Foot Again And Then Stomp You"
"Then Grind!"
Those lyrics were from the opening moments of "Everybody Down" by Nonpoint, once associated with the Smackdown vs. Raw 2008 video game. But forever on the future in Northern Carnage Wrestling, it would be associated by the individual in a mask who stepped out onto the stage. He was flanked by a young woman, just 19, with long wavy black hair whose red lips formed a grin that the masked wrestler probably also had.
"And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Amaris. He weighs in at 203 lbs. This is X-Virus!" Stephen announces before promptly leaving the ring as X-Virus is making a rapid approach to the ring.
"We saw X-Virus last month at Rejuvenation vying for the Hypersonic Championship. The title now presently around the waist of Hernan Ortiz. But X-Virus nevertheless impressive in his aggressive in ring action throughout the night, and after being unsuccessful in winning the championship on April 14th; has brought in his valet Amaris who told me earlier before the show started X-Virus WILL be Hypersonic Champion by the dawn of summer. Until then, X-Virus will be intent on elimination the rest of the division with a level dose of poision…..her words, not mine." Joey stated as X-Virus slide into the ring, moving toward Ashitaka and only being halted by Troy Davis stepping between the two and Amartis tugging slightly at X-Virus's arm. That calming him for the time being.
"I told you, Ashitaka gonna die…..The Entire Division Gonna Die!" Critic exclaimed as the lights in the NCW Arena were restored to normal.
The match commenced in a what seemed to be a running fight. Ashitaka and X-Virus had collided in the center of the ring but it was apparent X-Virus was holding nothing back and looking to completely rip through Ashitaka. The Last of the Emishi retreated to a corner and then along the ropes, holding his arms up for defense. X-Virus manages to corner Ashitaka, in fact chasing him up the turnbuckle at one point. But Ashitaka manages to fire back with a blind kick to the head of X-Virus that amounts into a diving dropkick. X-Virus is dropped, but just for a few moments. Ashitaka goes for a springboard moonsault but found nothing but the canvas. X-Virus had retreated to a corner for a moment, but fired back quickly with an attempt at some variation of a running kick. Ashitaka was able to doge; however, X-Virus managed to rebound off the turnbuckle and catch Ashitaka with a forearm smash to the skull. A series of rapid knees to the gut soften Ashitaka up and he is sent to the outside. X-Virus got a full head of steam and dived over the top rope and to the outside with a sucide dive onto Ashitaka!
The high flying move was only brought down slightly to the moves at home for it was followed by the first commercial break of the night. When the show returned, we found the match in a much slower pace as X-Virus was in the ring working away at Ashitaka's arm. He had it in some type of lock that was for sure on the verge of dislocating the shoulder. But Ashitaka manages to roll on top of X-Virus gaining a pinfall attempt that surprised X-Virus and his valet on the outside. But its only for a two count as X-Virus manages to roll back on top of Ashitaka, still having the hold tight. But Ashitaka is capable of rolling over yet again for another pin fall attempt that X-Virus rolls through. But this time he unintentionally places Ashitaka within easy reach of the ropes that Ashitaka quickly gets a foot out to cause a rope break.
X-Virus wanted to go back on the attack as quick as possibly, only standing back when Referee Troy Davis forced him away from Ashitaka to the middle of the ring. X-Virus charged at the Emishi Prince, but Ashitaka managed to roll in the opposite direction and got to his feet. X-Virus and Ashitaka had a scuffle dead center in the ring, but momentum gradually begun to swing in favor of the latter. A few forearm jabs softened X-Virus up to be brought down to the canvas via a running head scissors takedown. But as Ashitaka got back to his feet, he was noticeably favoring his right shoulder. He struggled to right angle made up by the corner of the ring and tried to scale the turnbuckle. He was going for a moonsault of some kind. But as he was in midair, X-Virus rolled out of the way. Ashitaka luckily managed to land feet first, but got the wind knocked out of him for an instant thanks to a hard fist that Troy called the masked individual on.
Ashitaka and X-Virus continued to scuffle, but the Last Emishi Prince seemed to finally get the upper hand and tried to set up for some form of suplex. But each time he struggles due to the injured shoulder. Ashitaka manages to lift X-Virus off his feet, but excruciating pain took hold of his face. X-Virus was dropped as Ashitaka's left hand retracted to the right shoulder.
"Shoulder! Tear His Shoulder!" Amaris was heard shouting.
Ashitaka began to back into a corner as X-Virus closed in. It was only a matter of seconds before the masked indivudal pounced on his wounded prey. X-Virus rushed into the corner, boot rasied. But Ashitaka again bolts from the corner and X-Virus only strikes the turnbuckle with his running boot. He turns sharply and rushes at the wounded Ashitaka only for in an instant have his wrist locked, and dropped back first on the canvas with a Olympic Slam!
The crowd roared in shock, not expecting a move of that caliber from such a wounded wrestler. The ring shuttered in the succeeding moments, each shutters smaller than the previous. But such a move had a hefty price as Ashitaka was laid out much like X-Virus, favoring the deteriorating shoulder.
"The Olympic Slam! Shades Of The Olympic Gold Medalist, But The Fee May Have Been Too Much!" Joey exclaimed.
"If Wants To Win This Thing, COVER HIM! Cover X-Virus, The most Dangerous Man In This New Division!" Critic deemed was necessary.
There had to be a moment of ringing in Ashitaka's ears, as the thoughts of agony collided with processing the crowd noise. He rolled sluggishly toward the downed masked man. He had him covered, just three seconds left till victory…
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"With That Kick out Went Ashitaka's Chances of Winning the Match!" Critic declared as a mix of frustration and agony was on display with Ashitaka's facial expressions.
Ashitaka had to do something more, something that would put X-Virus away from good. By the looks of things, Ashitaka had an idea. He began to take hold of both of X-Virus's legs, possibly was trying for a Boston crab. However that would have to wait as X-Virus was regaining his stamina and quickly dragged himself to the ropes before Ashitaka could fully lock on.
"X-Virus wisely moved to the ropes before Ashitaka could even cinch a Boston Crab, now he's using the ropes to get to his feet…" Joey began to describe.
Ashitaka, still favoring shoulder, tried to irish whipped X-Virus but instead finds his midsection being riddled with knees. X-Virus then caught a full head fo steam and charged into the center of the ring looking for a crucifix driver…
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BUT ASHITAKA MANAGES TO TRANSITION IT INTO A SCOOP BODY SLAM AND GOES RIGHT INTO A SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!
"He Got It, Single Leg Boston Crab! Dead Center Of The Ring!" Joey shouted.
"You Said It, SINGLE Leg! He Can't Lift The Other Because Of His Shoulder. This Is Weaker Compared To The Traditional Boston Crab!" Critic decreed.
Ashitaka but put all his strength into twisting the one leg of X-Virus's, as the masked man pounded his fist in the mat in pain. Amaris on the outside though was not showing any dread on the possibility of her client submitting. She rather was shouting words of encouragement.
"YOUR NOT TAPPING! NOT TO THIS PRINCE! YOUR LEAGUES AHEAD OF HIM! YOUR NOT TAPPING! YOUR GOING TO MAKE HIS CLAN EXSTINCT!" The valet of the masked man could be heard shouting directly at him.
And moments after, X-Virus suddenly had acquired the energy needed to pull himself to the ropes. It wasn't a slow, painful crawl, though. He commenced in a steady push for the ropes and got the rope break quite quickly.
"Look at X-Virus, man looked like he wasn't even in the boston crab!" Joey exclaimed as X-Virus gave one extra dirty kick to the bad shoulder of Ashitaka, who immediately clung to it.
"Ashitaka may have a dislocated shoulder after that akward arm bar from earlier." Critic adds. "X-Virus going to give him a lethal injection!"
X-Virus locked his hands to his head, tilting it slightly as he stared down the wounded prince who struggled to a stance…
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Before Placing Him Out Of His Misery With The Crashbug Road (Emerald Flowsion Into A Spike Piledriver)!
"Crashbug Road!" Joey shouts as the crowd's sympathy for Ashitaka sucuming to his wounds were apparent as Troy Davis counted the pinfall…
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The bell rung three tones as Ashitaka could now focus entirely on his destroyed shoulder. He wrapped his good arm around to hold on to it while shuffling a few steps away from X-Virus who merely got up to a knee and looked directly back at hard camera. His eyes may have been concealed by that black mask with the red X, but everyone at home felt goosebumps crawl up their skin. His valet, Amaris, slide into the ring and stood behind X-Virus with a grin on her face.
"Ladies and Gentleman your winner of the match at 9:08, X-Virus!" Stephen DeAngelis announced to a split audience.
"Ashitaka….had is shoulder injured earlier in that oddly positioned arm lock. I don't know if he dislocated it or something but whatever happened, it is what held him back this entire match and allowed X-Virus to gain this victory." Joey stated.
"Indeed it did….but what of happened if there wasn't a shoulder injury? The Same Result!" Critic declared. "X-Virus is going to steam roll over this entire division! Don't be shock you see that Hypersonic Championship just handed to him by Hernan out of fear."
"I don't think our Hypersonic Champion will just hand him the belt." Joey replied.
"Well the Ortiz's were designed to be just underdogs, not champions." Critic snapped back with.
X-Virus soon departed the ring with Amaris in toe. They were done for the night and ready to unwind in the back…
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But "Shoot 'Em" by [Q]Brick began to play immediately garnering 4,000 boos. The lights in the building had gone to being rapid fire of white strobes as each screen displayed a letter that collectively spelled out TRS. The curtain divided when Streak stepped out onto the stage. He gave a grin that just asked to have trash thrown at. He began walking down the ramp as led a long line that was the entirety of the Three Rivers Syndicate.
"That's the Three Rivers Syndicate….when the hell did they state they were coming out here?" Joey asked.
"Essentially their running the show as we speak so they can do whatever they want, Joey." Critic stated
X-Virus and Amaris had side stepped to the edge of the ramp as the authoritative faction marched past them. None of the wrestlers in TRS garb dared even bat an eye at the masked individual save for Brad Carbunkle who was bringing up the end of the line. He stopped for a moment to look directly at X-Virus before he smirked and motioned for a championship belt around his waist.
"My championship next, not yours you freak." Brad could be heard saying to X-Virus before continuing down the ramp.
The focus was now turned to the Three Rivers Syndicate from here on out, as the camera followed Brad down the ramp and leaving X-Virus & Amaris to head to the back. All 8 members had filled the squared circle. The music cut to allow the entirety of the crowd be heard, none of whom were pleased to see the Three Rivers Syndicate.
"YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD SOUT!" The crowd chanted over and over, just at Sokka. The former champion just rolled his eyes at the remarks from the crowd.
"By what you call selling out, I gained employment. Something none of you here clearly know about." Sokka declared to the dismay of Johnstown, Pennsylvania. For now, at least, that is all he has to say for he handed the microphone to one of NCW's two owners.
"Oh Boy You're Going To See Some Changes Around Here!" Streak declared with a grin that seemed to be copied by all of the Three Rivers Syndicate. The NCW Arena instead wished to have Streak on the end of a pike.
"Its clear there is still much confusion on what is transpiring with us. Let me set the record straight. August 2015. I was approached by Daniel Xavier Parkwood who wished to bring me back into the fold. Not as a wrestler, but as co-owner of the company. He himself admitted that he being in sole power was impossible and was causing the company to implode upon itself. It needed another brain to keep it working. It was from there I knew I needed to save this place for the future. And whether DXP liked it or not, his ideas were a part of the problem. His practices had become obsolete. If he had it his way this place would remain stuck in this dump till the end of time never going beyond the cheap local broadcasts. He would run Crash vs Chris on loop till they both died from blood loss, and giving zero respect or credit to those who actually help found this company. Under my co-ownership I have done many things DXP could never do. I signed Drew Cage back to NCW, I revamped the joke that was the NCW X-Pro Championship into a true and prestige title in the form of the Hypersonic Championship. And I have gotten NCW a National TV Deal! The issue is me and DXP have 50% ownership. So the only way we can really do anything is if we control separate shows. I have made my decisions on how we're going to do that. DXP can develop Electric into a offshoot appetizer while we, the Three Rivers Syndicate will reconstruct Prime and return it into the flagship show of the company! From now on, Three Rivers Syndicate shall ensure we consistently have the best product every week without any break in consistence! And that will begin tonight. We are going to do something DXP NEVER would give you people. Tonight, Crash Bandicoot shall defend his NCW World Heavyweight Championship against THE MEASURING STICK OF NCW, The Southern Warrior Sokka!"
"Wait What? Tonight!?" Critic asked in shocked as a confused split reaction came from the crowd. As excited as people would be to have a unannounced world title match with already preexisting background in the form of Sokka's betrayal of NCW last year at No Way Out, one couldn't help but despise Streak and the TRS taking power in the company.
"Yeah see. What a main event….because Uncle Streak cares after all." Streak states with a smug ole grin on his face.
"Oh sure you care." Joey grumbled sarcastically.
But that wasn't all. Sokka took the microphone from Streak and had something still on his mind.
"I have been with this company since day one. I have never missed a single event I was scheduled to be at no matter how sick or injured I get. They used to have a nickname for me because of it. The Heart and Soul of NCW. But in the past few years all I keep hearing, all I keep seeing on each poster, each DVD case, and each and every shirt sold, and in each and every signature is Crash Bandicoot. I have even heard people bestow MY name on Crash. There cannot be two different hearts and two different souls, that's not how a healthy body functions. Everyone had one heart, one soul. This company only has room for one heart and one soul. So If you're willing to add this stipulation Crash, I am too. Whoever wins is the NCW World Heavyweight Champion…whoever wins is the absolute winner. No DQs in this bout. I assure to keep it a clean fight amongst us. I'll keep the Three Rivers Syndicate in the back if you keep your sister slash manager in the back and whatever friends you may have. Whoever wins…..will be the true Heart and Soul of NCW….and the looser will be deemed a defect and sent away, never to be seen again." Sokka stated, to a resounding response from the 3,000+ in attendance.
"Are You Kidding Me? Loser Leaves Town? Tonight On Prime? On Our Debut On TBS? Crash Wouldn't Be That Crazy Would He?" Joey asked.
And his questioned was about to be answered as a crash of violins were heard. The intro to the 2012 Remix of "Modest" by PrexoWhy?Gen played as the two cylinders flanking the entry way turned orange and the lights within the steel rectangles green. The camera was zoomed in on the entry way as the World Heavyweight Champion appeared at the end of the stage. Crash stepped out into the open, being followed by his manager and sister Coco…
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And then behind him was….Henry Wong? And behind him was Jesse Alvarez. Behind him was Drew & Zach Cage, Team HeroKazu, The Digital Dragons, Hiccup Haddock, Bolin. The point being it seemed the entirety of the NCW Prime Locker Room was following the World Heavyweight Champion to the ring!
"It appears…..the entire Prime Locker Room Is Following The Champion!" Joey exclaimed.
"Well I can see that, what? Did Crash all promise them title oppurtunities?" Critic asked.
"I think there proving between the lesser of two evils who truly is the Heart and Soul of this company." Joey stated.
"Yeah well I find it to be complete nonsense. Don't be scared by this Sokka." Critic said as the 8 men of the Three Rivers Syndicate's power on the company suddenly seemed incredibly small as Crash entered the ring, backed by a good chunk of the NCW Prime Roster. It was a seen of unity was for sure struck fear in some of the TRS like Renton Thurston who was an outsider to the rest of the roster. Streak was visibly unnerved by the power he presumed he had was not his for the moment. Sokka stood ahead of the TRS while Crash stood in front of the Prime Locker Room. A picture worth a thousand words indeed.
"NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB!" The crowd chanted over and over as Sokka and Crash stared down each other.
"…My Brother Ac-" Coco began to say, answering for her quiet brother as she always had. But Crash merely placed his hand over the microphone to the confusion of her sister.
"What's The Damn Answer Then?" Sokka ased, growing impatient.
Crash kept staring right into the eyes of the Benedict Arnold of NCW before giving him an answer…
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That being a simple head nod. Not even a handshake was needed to convey the message as Crash raised his championship high in the air as Sokka nodded with a grin of satisfaction on his face.
"It looks like it. Where gonna have it. In our main event tonight. Crash Bandicoot defends against Sokka, the Looser Leaves NCW!" Joey exclaims as the show went to commercial break.
(Commercial Break)
When Prime returned from commercial break, we found the team of NexGen already present in the ring. Yaseen Khan was notably not dressed to wrestle while his two brothers were.
"Ladies and Gentleman your next contest is a semifinals match in the NCW World Tag Team Tournament. Currently in the ring fr-" Stephen began to announce before his microphone was snatched from him by Yaseen.
"Good evening simple minded scum that clean the crap of the bathrooms since there is nothing better to do in this town. My name is Yaseen Khan, the Prize Fighter of Isamabad, Pakistan! Tonight you will be privileged to witness 2/3rds of the proud Khan family in tag team action. First, weighing in tonight at a slim and trim 195 lbs. This is Iggy Khan!" Yaseen introduced with a biased interpretation and already gaining heat from the crowd. "And his tag team partner. He weighed in at a buff, tough, stiff, ripped and JAAAAAAAAAAAACKED 246 lbs. This is Fazal Khan! And together we are the NexGen!"
"….y'know I friend of mine used that line for a certain member of quite possible the greatest tag team of all time." Joey deadpanned.
But the boos turned into a mega pop as white strobes flashed from the stage and atifical smoke began to file out onto the stage as the Bruce Dickinson cover of "The Zoo" began to play. Out through the smoke emerged Jason Krueger and David Williams, the most famous tag team in NCW's history.
"And there opponents. At a total combined weight of 531 lbs. They are the team of Jason Krueger and David Williams, Frozen Asylum!" Stephen DeAngelis announces.
"Former NCW World Tag Tea Champions, in fact the longest reigning tag champs in NCW History. They dominated in nearly every match as champions and were only dethroned by A&E or have split during out hiatus. It's clear though Frozen Asylum were ticked off at Rejuvenation when the X-Dyanmic vs Team D.E.A.D match was chosen to b on the show over this match with NexGen. They took matters into their own hands and them and NexGen formed a short alliance and wrecked the match." Joey reminded the television audience.
"And this shall be a very evenly matched contest, Joey. The weaklings were getting rid of at Rejuvenation, now for the big boys to duke it out." Critic declared as Jason and David simultaneously entered the ring.
The match began like any normal tag bout. David and Iggy were chosen to begin the bout. They locked up with a fierce collar elbow tie-up as the two locked u. They were in the ring together for about three minutes, trying to jocky for control. Both seemed to able to counter what their opponent dished out. But that wasn't the story of the night.
"These two jockeying for position in what I believe are these two teams first encounter with one another." Joey stated before noticing something. "Wait a minute….someone's coming through the crowd."
Indeed someone was. The crowd suddenly began to cheer at seeing whoever it was but the camera was unable to pick them up….
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UNTIL JASON KRUEGER WAS DROPPED FROM BEHIND BY CHAIR SHOTS FROM THE X-DYNAMICS IGGY'S BROTHERS WERE BATTERED BY THE FISTS OF TEAM D.E.A.D WHO WERE ACCOMPANIED BY THERE MANAGER ROSE LUNA!
"Van and Corey are here! Taking down Jason from behind!" Joey exclaimed.
"What Cowards! What Cowards Attacking A Man From Behind!" Critic stated.
"It may have been indeed, Team D.E.A.D attacking NexGen!" Joey also pointed out.
The two face teams jumped David & Iggy. Team D.E.A.D had Iggy cornered and began stomping away. The X-Dynamics whipped David into the ropes before cracking the two chairs over his chest and then the back. The only way they knew how to bring one half of the Frozen Asylum to his knees.
"This is the receipt for the attack at Rejuvenation! Not that I condone it! There just stooping to the low level NexGen and Frozen Asylum went to." Joey asserted.
"Well you sure as hell don't have a problem with it." Critic grumbled.
Team D.E.A.D hen whipped Iggy right into the chairs in the hands of the X-Dynamics. But the alliance was not more when Team D.E.A.D both kicked the X-Dynamics in their pelvises before they perform their individual finishers on the former world tag team champions!
"Package Piledriver for Corey and a Annihilation Driver (Headlock Driver) for Van! Two presents they wished they never gotten! Get them some Advil also!" Joey declared.
Team D.E.A.D stood tall for all of 10 seconds as Fazal and Yaseen rushed in from behind to avenge there fallen brother. NexGen beat Team D.E.A.D to the ropes, as Jason was beginning to get back to his feet.
The chaos would have not continued, if it wasn't for the voice of the Co-Owner of NCW being heard yet again tonight to the ire of the crowd.
"That's Enough! That's Enough! We're Going To Have Order Here! Stop It! Right Now Or Else Each And Every One Of You Are Going To Have To Find Yourselfs A New Company To Work In!" Streak shouted has he rushed out on the stage and the threat of being kicked out of NCW quelled the brawl.
"It is clear you four teams don't respect the authority that set up this mini tournament to fairly determine who the next world tag team champions are to be. So scratch that idea. Since your four teams seem to love anarchy, next week we are going to put all four of you in one ring in a Fatal Four Way. The winner will be the tag team that is truly deserving to grasp for the NCW World Tag Team Championship!" Streak declared. "Cause see everyone….Uncle Streak cares."
And with that Streak departed to the back, leaving the four team eyeing one another with the intent to maim….next week.
"So…we're getting a Fatal Four Way between Frozen Asylum, The X-Dynamics, Team D.E.A.D & NexGen in one ring….for the NCW World Tag Team Titles is what I'm assuming Streak meant. That's gonna be next week!" Joey exclaimed.
"Like Streak said….he cares." Critic restated.
"….still ain't trusting him." Joey replies.
(Static Transition)
We cut outside the front of the NCW Arena where we find Johnny Alvarez pacing back and forth with a steel chair in hand. He was watching road, watching for his opponent tonight….if he ever shows. Steven Prazak approached the Spoiled Fighter.
"Mr. Alvarez, Steven Prazak here. You've been outside here for at least a half an hour. Who exactly are you looking for?" Steven asked, a somewhat dumb question that garnered a glare from Johnny.
"Really, that's what you got to ask me? It's Chris House. I don't need a scheduled contest to settle this. This was sparked by stabbing me with plexi-glass. I'm gonna crack this steel chair right on his skull that is useless for him since it doesn't contain a brain. If he had any brains, he wouldn't have sicked his sisters on my niece Thursday night. That made things personal. I'm gonna kick his a** all over Johnstown. Its gonna be a swift a** kicking, don't blink." Johnny declared before he went back to pacing. The show then went to another commercial break.
(Commercial Break)
We return to the NCW Arena as we are in progress of following Ryo Akiyama to the ring. DJ Khaled's "All I Do Is Win" plays in the background as Ryo is given a cold welcome from Johnstown, PA. It had been a considerably long time since Ryo last set foot in the NCW Arena but his popular had increased little. But that didn't matter, Ryo was blissful and proud he was going to 'win' again in the headquarters of extreme. His music cuts while he tugs on the ring ropes.
"Y'know what's the difference between Ryo and Bolin?" Critic asked out of the blue.
"What?"
"Bolin comes in with a bang, out with a bang, Ryo comes in with a whimper, out with a whimper."
"….We'll se-"
"You need to see Joey. Stop lying and playing it straight. For once look at reality. The bang is about to begin in 3, 2, 1."
And on cue, "Walk" by Pantera played that received the biggest pop thus far of the night. Smoke began to pour out onto the stage as the two light cylinders turned green and yellow. The crowd began to sing along, a 3,000+.
"RE-"
"-SPECT"
"WALK!"
"WHAT DID YA SAY!"
"RE-"
"-SPECT"
"WALK!"
"ARE YOU TALKIN TO ME!"
From the smoke emerged the metalbender descendant turned airbender who may or may not look similar to another wrestler that NCW has refrained from mentioning do to backstage issues. It was Opal, and right behind her was the former two time Hypersonic Champion and former NCW-NWA Tag Team Champion Bolin. He looked to be the happiest individual in the world, which made his pop seem to grow just the little bit louder.
"No matter good guy, bad guy, cocky a-hole or the best damn wrestler walking god green's earth. He is always the most beloved of all in the NCW Faithful. This is Bolin, being accompanied by his girlfriend Opal." Joey introduced new audience members to the most popular athlete n NCW.
"And he may or may not be the biggest Rob Van Dam clone walking today." Critic added his unpopular opinion.
"…..glad to know your thoughts, Critic." Joey sarcastically replied as Bolin faked an entrance into the squared circle before dropping down and to spite Ryo began shaking all the fans hands at ringside. Something that made Ryo boil underneath is skin. And the last minute insult may have cost Bolin as the moment he stepped into the ring he was greeted by clubbing fists. Referee Mike Attitude, NCW's newest referee who was officiating his first match called instantly for the bell.
Ryo battered Bolin around the ring with fists and kicks for the first minute of the match, dishing out everything he could at the dominant presence of the man who held the Hypersonic Champion when it was the X-Pro title longer than any single wrestler had held any title in NCW history. Ryo dominated the opening minutes in the ring to the dismay of the crowd. A dropkick sent Bolin out of the ring and back first into the barricade which seemed to have him stunned early on.
If Ryo had brought Bolin quickly into the ring he could have ended it and gained an upset victory. But instead he tried to engage in a brawl on the outside by whipping Bolin back first into the barricade. But Bolin soon was able to counter one of the irish whips and sent Ryo spine first into the ring post. A assist from a crowd member placed a steel chair in front of Ryo that resulted in a baseball slide into one of the barricade corners. All of which occurring within the newly implemented twenty second cout.
The remember of the match turned into a wrestling clinic and a highlight package of Bolin's signature moves and spots. As mentioned the crowd assist with the steel chair, skateboard slides galore, variations of kicks, and show boating. A lot of show boating. All of which was backed up by Bolin dominating Ryo. However that's not to say Ryo was hopeless against Bolin. He managed to duck the spinning heel kick and sent Bolin flying into a corner. But Bolin was able to capitalize even in this situation and performed a Tornado DDT.
The match was nearing a conclusion as Bolin, the former TV Champion (holding it when it was once called the US Heavyweight Champion) executed Rolling Thunder before scaling the turnbuckle for a Five Star Frog Splash….
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"BOLIN LOOK OUT!" Opal could be heard shouting…
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As The Current NCW Television Champion Cracked His Liftboard Against The Back Of Bolin, Sending The Whole Damn Deal Tumbling To The Mat! The reactive referee Mike Attitude quickly called for the bell to be rung and gave Bolin the match via interference at about seven minutes. The lone shot of the liftboard was just the start of a series of shots from one of Renton's tools for one his favorite past times.
"Renton Thurston Jumping Bolin! The Match Ruined, The Three Rivers Syndicate Interupt Yet AGAIN Tonight! Screw The Freakin Format!" Joey shouted in frustration, noticeably heard tearing up his papers while the assault continues.
"Renton's getting his mug on television, ensuring you remember Joey who truly is the TV Champ!" Critic declared.
"If only I could forget." Joey replied. "Renton made his debut last year at No Way Out before our hiatus and nearly costed Bolin the Hypersonic Championship. Then Streak boots Bolin out of the Hypersonic Division because he knows Bolin would dominate Brad Carbunkle. Bolin's next option is the TV Title and Renton is hoping he can beat him into la-la-land before he has the chance to challenge!"
The shots continued with the liftboard and it was only because of Opal rushing into the ring and grabbing the liftboard out of Renton's hands that stopped the onslaught. Renton suddenly turned to face Opal, hollering at her to get out of the ring…
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And This Allowed Bolin to crack the liftboard over Renton's back! And again, and again! The crowd was completely loving it as Bolin had turned this attack into what appeared to be a triumph…
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UNTIL BRAD CARBUNKLE AND MAKO WERE SEEN RUSHING OUT FROM THE BACK AND OVERWHELMING BOLIN! They Quickly Drove Bolin Into A Corner Where They Stomped Away At The Whole Damn Deal.
"BULL S***! BULL S***! BULL S***! THIS IS F***ING BULL S***!" The crowd chanted as the assault continued.
"Brad and Ben Out Here! Oh Sure Brad Is Out Here! As I Said, Streak Yanked Bolin From The Hypersonic Division Do To He Knew Bolin Would Whip The Floor With Him! How He's getting The Cheap Shot in Along With Bolin's Brother, Mako!" Joey shouted in rage.
The assault could have been never ending…
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Until Takato Matsuki And Henry Wong Hurried Out, Takato With A Steel Chair!
"It's Takato and Henry! Takato Got A Steel Chair, Henry Don't Need Weapons. He's H-Bomb IS A Weapon!" Joey hollered as Takato raced in and drove the long end of the chair into the gut of Brad before cracking the chair over his back while Henry rushed in and leveled Mako with a bicycle kick before pulling him right into the H-Bomb (Scoop Slam Driver). While all this occurred, Renton had grown qise very quickly and made a hasty retreat with his liftboard and NCW Television Championship. Bolin struggled to his fee, looking up at his two saviors giving a nod as a 'thank you'. He was then handed a microphone by Stephen DeAngelis.
"Renton, second time you have made a hit and run on me! It is fully clear you want me in the ring but are a scaredy cat because you know you will NEVER be the Whole Damn Deal! So, if its cool with you two." Bolin said, looking back at both Takato and Henry. "Next week, I want you Renton to come out here with whoever you can find of you're a** kissing group to meander down that aisle, get in this ring and face us three. That way I can kick you a** quick enough you don't even have to lock up with me."
The crowd cheered in acceptance for the match to be made next week, while a camera got Renton merely holding his hand up and still making a retreat out of the NCW Arena while his fallen comrades were laying on the concrete floor. Bolin began bumping fist with both Takato and Henry before all three began exiting the ring along with Opal.
"Well if Renton got the guts to step in the ring with arguably three of wrestling best athletes, we shall see this six man tag…..next….week." Joey began saying with great enthusiasm but trailing off has something else caught his attention.
The camera suddenly cut right to the entry way as Johnny Alvarez stormed out, with barbed wire wrapped bat, Sabrina, that is his brother's in hand. The crowd cheered but were obviously confused on Johnny's presence. Bolin, Takato and Henry quickly bolted out of the ring realizing Johnny didn't give a crap who was in the ring. He wanted the ring to himself. The trio began heading to the back while occasionally turning back for brief glances trying to figure out what the hell Johnny had suddenly come out here for.
"Johnny Alvarez marching to the ring, he's been pacing back and forth around the NCW Arena for the first half of this program. He is scheduled to face Chris House tonight but as far as I'm aware of Chris House has yet to show tonight." Joey stated as Johnny threw the bat in the ring and hollered for a chair from someone in the crowd.
"Well then go tell Johnny that." Critic proclaimed, Johnny having just received a chair from someone in the audience and the chair ended up dead center in the ring.
"No thank you. I am perfectly fine here, with hundreds of people between me and the ring." Joey responded as the vengeful-fueled Alvarez rolled into the ring and had a microphone in his grasp.
"I Was Out There For At Least A 40 Minutes And That Psychopath Has Yet To Show! I Thought He Would Be Here Five Hours Before The Show Started, I Am Willingingly Offering Myself To Him To Try And Destroy Me Again! But It's a Fair Fight, He Fears A Fair Fight! So Here I Mean, Out In the Open And Vulnerable! I'm Not Leaving Till You Come And Kill Me!" Johnny declared, unfolding the chair and sitting dead center in the ring with barbed wire bat in hand.
'Oh Great, another one of these sit outs." Critic grumbled. "Come on Streak, get your security to do something for one and remove this whiner form the ring!"
"Well There To Busy Keeping DXP Out Of The Arena." Joey replied, in complete disgust of the Three River Syndicate's earlier actions.
A few moments passed as many in the crowd where on their feet looking for any sight of Chris House but there was nothing. Just Johnny sitting in the ring growing increasingly impatient. But it was clear for the moment nothing was going to transpire which only made Johnny more irate.
"You Want To Throw A Temper Tantrum By Throwing Be Through Glass Pods, I'll Through My Own Temper Tantrum On You're A** With This Barbed Wire Bat! You Could Have Stopped There But Its Clear This Is An All Out Attack On My Family After What Your Sisters Did To Evelyn On Electric! How About I Sick Jesse On Jack Later On! No, I'm Personally Going To Hunt Your Brother Down If You Don't Get You're A** Out In This Ring!"
Johnny was tapping his foot; hands were tightening on the end of the bat. Again there was no response from the individual he seeks out.
"Come On, Where The Hell Are You! This Is Your Home Away From Home, Ain't It! You Are Not Going To Skip A Johnstown Show! You're Not Going to Fail to Give These People a Blood Letting! Where The Hell Are You!" Johnny shouted once more, now shooting out of the chair and leaning on the ropes. He began looking all-around of the arena as the crowd began to chant "WE WANT CHRIS! WE WANT CHRIS! WE WANT CHRIS!"
Johnny had the barbed wire bat now high in the air, ready to swing it away…
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Before the lights suddenly went out in the building to a pop from the crowd.
"AH! THE POWER OUT! QUICK JOEY I SACRIFICE YOU TO WHATEVER IS CREEPING INTO THE RING BEHIND JOHNNY!" Critic shouted.
"What?" Joey asked in complete confusion.
"That's What ALWAYS Happens At Wrestling Events When The Lights Go Out! Sneak Attack! Turn Them Back On, Turn Them Back On!" Critic demanded.
And after a half a minute of being in the dark, a sole spotlight does. Pointing a beam of light down on the entry way…
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Vaas Montenegro was standing with a steel chair of his own.
"There's Vaas. We saw him at No Way Out 2016 basically kidnap Chris who is a fellow RR memember. Then commentating on his behalf for him at Rejuvenation. He's been mentoring Chris or so-" Joey began to ramble on about but being cut off by Johnny.
"Hold on, clearly you're too out there that you misheard me. I want you little pet project that is Chris. Bring him here right now or I'm going up there and beating the s*** out of you!" Johnny declared to which Vaas only laughed.
"That's all your gonna say? That is all the almighty Johnny Alvarez gonna say? Good job, hermano, you sound like every f***in indy face." Vaas snapped back at Johnny.
"What the hell you doing anyways?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing much. Just going to sit up way f***ing above you and see what the hell your going to do." Vaas stated, unfolding the chair.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Johnny asked.
"I'm as frustrated as you Johnny-boy. Just a frustrated about Chris. He's grown soft, he was coming out here every night talking about being thankful for this company. Like we didn't see all his twitter posts about it. He lost the edge, he was a dull blade. Someone needed help him sharpen his saw. I tried to help but he's yet to be the perfect organism he should be. And one many like me, hermano, can't create something so great. Nothing great has ever been created by one person. There is always a group of many extraordinary individuals behind it. I mean do you think the f***ing sparks in the wires over our heads giving us light really was brought forth by one lone nutball in the end of a lab? Bulls***. So I'm starting to get my own little team together to experiment to create the perfect organism. When complete, he shall be able to cleanse his past and be forever the true psychopath or NCW…but in the meantime I need to ensure this team I put together has the experience and skill so I need a test run to see how well they do. And when this experiment occurs please be honest in your own performance….this is for prosperity." Vaas stated to a confused Johnny as the lights in the arena were restored…
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AND STANDING BEHIND JOHNNY WAS THE LEADER OF THE 'NATIVE GANG', THE FIVE POINT'S BILL 'The Butcher' CUTTING! And Johnny Was Fallen By A Shot From A Long Hand Carved Club Bill Carried!
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? THAT'S William Cutting, The Butcher OF The Five Points! He's A Freakin Psychopath That Rivals Vaas Insanity!" Joey screamed as the crowd jumped to their feet in complete shock.
"That's Just Great Man; Game Over, Game Over!" Critic cried out as the club was swung down onto the spine of Johnny who was reaching for the barbed wire bat. But was stopped when his hand was compressed onto the mat by Bill's foot, and another swing from the club ensued. This one left Johnny motionless and unable to fight. Bill soon had Johnny's microphone in hand.
"One more blow and I can cast this man off to hell!" Bill declared, the club hovering just above Johnny's head.
"No, hermano, no! Perfect performance, you got the job. Got to keep omething left for Chris!" Vaas stated with a grin on his face.
"I'll leave the boy this man's heart to consume!" Bill decreed jokingly, and looked to even be reaching under his coat for something….possibly a knife?
But we would never know, for Bill had to run as security rushed into the ring. They poured over the barricade, maybe a dozen or so. All filling the ring and ringside area as the battered Johnny was slowly crawling to the ropes.
"…can we go to commercial break….anything. Anything till I figure out what the hell is going on!" Joey demanded, the show cutting to another commercial break.
(Commercial Break)
The show returned from commercial break as we saw Johnny Alvarez disappearing through the entry way while being helped by security. The view then cuts to Joey & Critic.
"Folks we are back and….if you just missed what happened….well…..from what we're gathering between e and Critic and the production truck. It appears Vaas Montenegro is….trying to make Christopher House into some sort of so called "Perfect Organism" and has recruited Bill The Butcher Cutting in his endeavors." Joey tried to describe.
"Essentially Johnny's live is going to me bad even more a living hell." Critic summed it up.
"Essentially." Joey echoed. "But we have also seen an attack on Johnny's niece Evelyn Cano this past Thursday on Electric by Velvet and Lillian House…are these incidents connected with a all out attack on the Alvarez bloodline? Only NCW's Residential Psychopath Chris House can answer that and who knows whenever we're going to see him again."
The camera faded to a overview of the crowd in the NCW Arena before the lights dimmed and a lone splotlight shined down on the stage where Selena Richardson was standing to intense boos from the crowd.
"PLEABIANS OF JOHNSTOWN!" She shouted before reciting her speech from Rejuvenation "You Have Paid The Price Of Admission To See Thus Far A Bunch Of Monkeys Attempt To Entertain You! But It Is Now Time For The TRUE Main Event You Paid For!"
The spotlight faded as the lights in the arena went completely dark….
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STAND TALL FOR THE BEAST OF AMERICA!
LAY DOWN LIKE A NAKED DEAD BODY!
KEEP IT REAL FOR THE PEOPLE WORKING OVERTIME!
THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF A GOVERNMENT'S DIME!
"Beat" by Nico Vega blasted through the loud speakers throughout the recently upgraded NCW Arena as the crowd would love to jam out to the song but were booing knowing who was coming to the ring. The lights on the stage pulsed gold as a grey vest wearing individual stands under the titantron and soon joins is girlfriend as center stage as together they walk to the ring.
"The next contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and officiated by Troy Davis. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Selena Richardson. From Boston, Massachusetts. He weighed in tonight at 241 lbs. This Is Adam Price!" Stephen DeAngelis announced to the ire of the crowd.
"Adam Price, the former AMW Mountaineer Champion. He made his debut last month at Rejuvenation. Butt while he has been around the wrestling world for some time, he has taken to social media and clais to be feeling…irrelevant." Joey stated.
"And?" Critic asked.
"No, that's all. Irrelevant." Joey replied.
"Wait, you didn't even do any research?" Critic asked. "Joey you are always on top of this stuff. I can't do work, I just sit here and criticize everyone's failures!"
"Well…..to be fair Adam really hasn't done much in his career. Nothing that is remarkable. And its not that I'm hating on him, just haven't seen anything significant in his career thus far." Joey replied as Adam slide into the ring while the music cut. And instantly his social media comments were being spat right back at him as chants of "What's The Price? It's irrelevant! What's The Price? It's irrelevant!" were heard.
Nico Vega faded out and was replaced by the bombastic intro to "Get Ready To Fly" by GRITS as the arena was bathed in blue and secondary system of lights flashed white. A individual cloaked in a hooded black vest with "Always Flying" Writing In Both English And Japanese on it stepped out in the NCW Arena. The hood was whipped back as Drew Cage pumped his fist and tried to win the crowd completely over. Successful in gaining 75% of support, he raced to the ring as Stephen DeAngelis formally introduced him.
"And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at 192 lbs. This Is Drew Cage!" Stephen announced as Drew slide into the ring, causing Adam to bolt to the outside. Drew posed to the crowd, soaking in their energy and hoped to use it to support his stamina in the coming match. Meanwhile Adam glared at Drew, longing for that kind of respect and support from a crowd.
Unfortunately for Adam, tonight was not the night he would become relevant. For while he had a decent performance against the former world champion it was what occurred at the end of the match that everyone would be talking about.
Drew had just blocked a suplex from Adam and dished out a suplex of his own….when something caught his attention. The approaching of Danny Phantom and Ben Tennyson!
"Ah great, another match to have the Three Rivers Syndicate mess with! Haven't these guys done enough tonight?" Joey asked.
But Danny was noticeably raising his arms up as he slowed at the end of the ramp. As if to tell Drew to relax. Meanwhile Ben continued to walk around the ring until the two had the ring surrounded which made Selena Richardson begin to back away from the ring.
"FINISH HIM DREW, FINISH HIM!" Ben was heard shouting while Drew just looked confused on what the presence of the Three Rivers Syndicate in his match was about.
Adam tried to take advantageous, clobbering Drew from behind! But it was only a brief bout of offense…
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And His Final One OF The Night As Drew Kicked Adam Hard In The Gut And Then Took The Legs Out Before Locking On The Cage Lock (Calf Slicer)!
"Cage Lock, Cage Lock! The Newest Variation Of The Cage Lock Is Sinched In Tight And Dead Center IN The Ring!" Joey exclaimed….
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As without surprise Adam tapped out!
"He had no choice. It was the choice between his ability to walk and…..nah, he got nothing else." Critic deadpanned as the bell rang and Troy Davis held Drew's arm in victory. But Drew was not letting the two members of the TRS leave his eye sight.
"Your Winner Of The Match At 8:21, Drew Cage!" Stephen DeAngelis announced but his microphone was yanked from him by Ben and a instant chorus of boos rained on him.
"We get it, you hate us all for doing something right. Guess what, I ain't gonna shut up!" Ben shouted at the crowd before turning his attention to Drew. "Streak would like to remind you the contract you signed to return to NCW was HIS contract….not DXP."
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Before Quickly Throwing It Down To The Ground As If It Was On Fire And Then Storming Out Of The Ring And Away! Noticeably Danny and Ben didn't even follow and just watched.
"….clearly he didn't like whatever that was." Joey stated the obvious as the cameraman had gotten in the ring and was pointing the camera down at the object…
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Which Was A Three Rivers Syndicate Shirt!
"….No Wonder He Didn't Like It!" Critic exclaimed. "….Its still using the outdated Steel Syndicate logo! They need to get him a updated one!"
(Static Transition)
We cut backstage to the locker room of Crash Bandicoot….or….the closet of the bandicoot because its NCW, what else do you expect? Anyways, Crash was sitting down in a chair as his sister paced back and forth stating words of encouragement.
"Alright, its Loser Leaves Town. Not like you want to loose the title to begin with. I personally do not condone this decision but I don't fully know what goes on in your head from time to time and all has turned out before. Even with you and Chris, you ultimately won….after going through hell on numerous cases. But Sokka is lower tiered compared to Chris. I mean he is a man of his word….minus the fact he pulled you into a steel cage at No Way Out 2016 to be ambushed by the Three Rivers Syndicate. But tonight is No DQ, so whatever rules they want to implement in NCW are null and void tonight. Sokka cannot go toe to toe with you when it comes to No DQ you know that, I know that, he knows that, the crowd knows that…..but with the Three Rivers Syndicate lurking….you need me out there! I can take at least two of them out and maybe we can get some of the locker room out there to. They clearly see you as the true Heart and Soul of NCW, not Sokka! I'll go get back up." Coco declared beginning to leave to 'room' before Crash stopped her. There were a few moments of silence before Crash shook is head no, grabbed the title belt and departed to end this thing once and for all. The show then went to commercial break.
(Commercial Break)
We return to see a screen with the NCW logo in blue as the segment of the program dedicated to plugging EVERYTHING occurred.
"NCW continues with TBS next Thursday with Episode 7 of Electric. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa's World Women's Championship Open Challenge continues. Along with Holly Storm and Evelyn Cano teaming up to face Team Whiteout. Then next Saturday Prime is back with Episode 47. We continue to emanate from the NCW Arena with a Fatal Four Way Tag Team bout between NexGen, X-Dynamics, Team D.E.A.D and the Frozen Asylum. Presumably for the NCW World Tag Team Championship but that has yet to be announced. Along with Henry Wong, Takato Matsuki and Bolin teaming up to face Renton Thurston, Mako & Brad Carbunkle. Don't forget, mark your calendars for June 11th. We return to Pay-Per-View at the SSE Hydro in Glasgow, Scotland for International Insanity. Where we expect to break our all time attendance record!" Joey exclaimed.
"Well that's great and all Joey but right now we have a main event just about to star that tops all of that. Crash vs. Sokka for the NCW World Heavyweigth Championship, LOSER LEAVES NCW!" Critic exclaimed.
(Static Transition)
Being it is a tap program and on a time constraint, the entrances for both wrestlers had been cut out and we find Stephen DeAngelis standing by for the introductions.
"This match is your MAIN EVENT of the evening, sanctioned by Northern Carnage Wrestling and the Pennsylvania Athletic Commission. It Is A Loser Leaves Town Match! Now in this match, there will be No Disqualifications, No Count Outs, Anything Goes. The Loser Will Have To, Per Order By Co-Owner Streak, Leave NCW. The Winner will be crowned the Northern Carnage Wrestlign World Heavyweight Champion!" Stephen DeAngelis announces. "Introducing first, the challenger. From the Southern Water Tribe. He weighs in tonight at 221 lbs. He would like to be announced as the "TRUE" Heart and Soul of NCW! A co-leader of the Three Rivers Syndicate. This Is Sokka!"
The crowd rained a endless stream of boos upon Sokka which he merely shook off.
"And his opponent; from the Wumpa Islands. He weighed in tonight at 213 lbs. The Locker Room wishes for him to he addressed as the "REAL" Heart and Soul of NCW and is a 2016 FWM Hall Of Famer…He Is The Current, Reigning And Defending NCW World Heavyweight Champion….THIS IS CRASH BANDICOOT!" Stephen DeAngelis announces to one of the loudest crowd reactions of the night, rivaling Bolin's pop during his entrance. Stephen wisely bolts from the ring while Referee Jim Molineaux holds the belt high for all to see before handing it to the time keeper.
"At the start of the program, The Three Rivers Syndicate took control of Prime by force by jumping DXP before the show started. The Co-Owner of the company, Streak, then forced Crash Bandicoot to defend his championship against Sokka. Both parties agreed to the stipulation of the loser of this match having to leave this company. The match has no time limit, no DQ. It is do or die." Joey declared as Sokka and Crash circled one another in the ring.
The instant Jim Molineaux called for the bell to commence the bout, Crash burst forward with a full head of steam going for a running boot that Sokka avoided. He tried to hook Crash's foot and cause him to trip but Crash swung back around with an enziguiri that didn't topple the challenger but sent him reeling back into the ropes.
Sokka gave it another go, charging back toward Crash. There was a scuffle at the center of the ring for about a minute, as both Crash and Chris swung on both ends of the momentum spectrum. Ultimately, Sokka was spat out of the Orange Twister and sent in a retreat to the barricade out on the floor. Sokka looked up I complete surprise, having been thrown out of the ring so easily. Crash paced back and forth across the gray canvas, staring down at the former champion and beckoning him to try again.
"CRASH'S HOUSE, B****! CRASH'S HOUSE, B****! CRASH'S HOUSE B****!" The crowd boasted over and over which agitated the co-leader of the Three Rivers Syndicate.
"WAIT TILL THIS ALL ENDS!" He was heard shouting back at the crowd as he slowly reached up to the blue ropes. It seemed the further Sokka moved, the slower he got. He just barely had his head through the ropes when Crash lunged forward, pulling the challenger deep into the ring and trying to whip him into the opposite corner.
Crash minimized the distance between champion and challenger in a second, going for a corner clothesline but instead ate the elbow of Sokka! Crash retreated a few steps back, getting met with a clubbing smash of the forearm to the head that sends the champion back even further. Ultimately, Sokka's running front drop kick careens Crash back first into the turnbuckle.
But in the early going, it was clear neither was going to get a decisive advantageous. Crash managed to fight off any further offense from Sokka and soon enough attempted a Northern Lights Suplex that was blocked numerous times. Frustrated, Crash released Sokka and tried to level him with a running lariat but this time was able to successfully drop Crash with a drop toe hold and attempted to pull him into a knee bar.
The lethal knee bar was never allowed to reach its full effect, Crash frantically rolling back and forth and shook the Southern Warrior off of him. Sokka attempted to grab booth feet of the champion but was launched back into the ropes. Crash kipped up, charging one direction as Sokka charged the other. Both barely missed one another, Crash tried to springboard off the ropes back into a moonsault but missed as Sokka bolted out of the way.
And error that was just a few seconds, was plenty for the Southern Warrior to grapevine the leg of the champion and drills Crash shoulders first into the canvas with a leg-hook Saito Suplex!
"And Sokka capitalizes with the Teardrop Suplex, akin to that of the early days of HBK!" Joey exclaimed over the chorus of boos from the audience.
Sokka right there and then went for an early pin attempt that Crash predictable kicked out of. Sokka tried to latch Crash's head into a headlock that of course received disapproval from the crowd. Crash wasn't in it for long, managing to fight out of the hold and shoving Sokka toward the corner. Sokka was sandwiched briefly before Crash attempted the running one hand bulldog. A counter ensued and Sokka tried to do the same to Crash, trying to sandwich him into the corner. But Crash had the advantageous of his Hypersonic Division background, leaping up onto the turnbuckle and dropped down onto Sokka with Crash and Burn!
It was the first time in the bout Sokka looked to be ncompacitated, as he rolled over to the edge of the apron and in a dazed state began to pull himself up to his feet…
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"DECAPITO!" Critic exclaimed. "Oh Dear Lord, Where's The Heart And Soul's Head?"
"He Wasn't Decapitated Critic, But Very Close To It!" Joey added.
Sokka was seeing stars for sure, just barely moving his leg slightly. Crash also had to fight to get to his feet, tugging on the silver apron to just get to a vertical stance.
"We hate to do this, but we got to head off to a commercial break! Don't go away, we will continue to follow this match up before we return!" Joey announced as the show cut to whatever the world is trying to sale you.
(Commercial Break)
When we return to Prime, we find Sokka whipping Crash furiously back first into the barricade that is dragged several back. But Sokka wouldn't find himself on top for long, as his charge toward Crash is diverted by the champion and leads to the Southern Warrior accidentally landing on the floor on the opposite side of the barricade.
Crash needed a moment to breath. Its clear Sokka must have gone on a dominant offense for the few minutes the show was consumed by commercials. Now was the time for Crash to bring the match into his control. He leaned over the barricade to grab Sokka…
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AND RECEIVED A CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!
Crash crumbled to the ground, hands retracted over his skull as his ears were for sure ringing from the devastating shot. He had to get up, he must keep fighting to ensure the Three Rivers Syndicate would not gain possession of the title and get rid of Sokka for good. Crash struggled to his feet and his attempts were erased by a flying fore arm smash over the barricade from the Southern Warrior!
After thrashing the head of Crash off the steel barricade for bonus, Sokka rolls the champion into the ring while weaving through the ropes and into the squared circle himself. There was no fancy move to follow; Sokka instead drove Crash's face into his knee before washing it along the canvas.
Sokka would begin a 2 minute dominance in the match, which saw the challenger primarily trash the champion within the confines of the ring. Each second gained the ire of the crowd more and more, as chants of "F*** YOU SOKKA! F*** YOU SOKKA!" rang out as the Southern Warrior just seemed to soak it all in.
But relishing in his new found hatred would come to bite Sokka in the end. Has Sokka looked to be going for the Ice Breaker (tuning up the band like always but going as slow as possible to increase the anger of the crowd), Crash got the foot of Sokka and instead threw him into the ropes and on the rebound planted him spin first into the mat with the N. Sane Powerbomb (Spin-Out Sitout Powerbomb). And quickly Crash roll up the legs and attempted a pin.
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But Sokka wasn't safe, far from it. Crash lifted Sokka up onto the turnbuckle with him and began to deliver a series of devastating headbutts. One after another, it appeared one may have even crushed the skin of Sokka!
But it wasn't enough to stop the Three River Syndicate's co-leader. Sokka delivered his own headbutt to Crash, and then drilled a few punches into the torso of the champion…
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The crash on to the mat drained both wrestlers' stamina's and it would take time to restore. Sokka's hand reached out to nothing after about 20 seconds of being prone. He lifted his head to find the ropes he needed for leverage were a long way off. And noticeably blood was seeping up to the surface just to left of his nose. Sokka continued to struggle for the ropes as the crow were going to continue to boo nonstop until Crash also moved.
Sokka finally got a hand on the bottom rope, moving as slow as a sloth to get back to his feet. As the Southern Warrior rose to his feet, the streak of crimson was stretching from the cut over his mouth. Behind him the champion was at last beginning to struggle to his feet. He was on his hands and knees…
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Sokka rebounded, coming back around and driving his knee down onto the chest of the sprawled out Crash.
But before Sokka could do anything else, three trainers now rushed into the ring and surrounded Sokka to the dismay of the crowd. They were quick to roll Sokka out of the ring and press a pure white towel over the cut.
"Poor Sokka, bleeding profusely from that head-butt. He got to get some medical attention." Critic stated somberly.
"Are You Kidding Me? Bleeding Profusely!?" Joey asked in shock of the over exaggeration of the cut. "It's Clear These Trainers Are Of The TRS, There Being Sent Out Here Because Poor Sokka Can't Handle Crash Bandicoot. Got To Force A Time Out!"
"Joey, how can you be so biased? I've heard you justify some of Chris House's actions!" Critic exclaimed.
"That's Because He Went Through A Hell In Back Unlike Sokka! I Saw Steve Corino Bleed 2/3rds of His Blood All Over Milwaukee In 200, I Know What Profusely Bleeding Is! This Is Nothing!" Joey declared.
Jim Molineaux leaned through the ropes and overlooked the 'trainer's' protecting Sokka.
"He's Fine, Get Him Back In!" Molineaux was heard shouting.
"He's Not Fine, Dammit! You Want Him To Die In There!?" One of the TRS's trainers asked over the chants of "LET THE BASTARD BLEED! LET THE BASTARD BLEED! LET THE BASTARD BLEED!"
But unbeknownst to all, Crash was back to his feet…
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"AND CRASH RESTORING THE MATCH! SUICIDE DIVE, EVERYONE'S DOWN!" Joey exclaimed.
"Joey How Can You Condone That! He Just Attacked Innocent Trainers!" Critic pleaded.
"How About You Go Down And Stop Him Then! You're a Former Wrestler, You're A Former World Champion in FWE!" Joey reminded Critic.
"Right…"
"….Well Go Then!"
"Uh….ring rust."
Crash began to hammer away at Sokka, pulling the challenger to his feet before thrashing him back first into the barricade along the ramp. Sokka managed to return fire with a kick to the gut which sent Crash retreating to the opposite barricade. Sokka rushed toward the champion…
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ONLY TO BE BACK BODY DROPPED RIGHT INTO THE CROWD, LANDING BACK FIRST ON A ROW OF CHAIRS!
"SOKKA GOING INTO THE NCW FAITHFUL! Hope everyone got out the way!" Joey exclaimed while Crash was unfolding a chair he received from a fan, placing it right in front of the barricade. Everyone was unsure what Crash had in mind…
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UNTIL HE PROPELLED OFF THE CHAIR AFTER A RUNNING START AND LANDED SEVERAL FEET DEEP INTO THE CROWD WITH A CROSSBODY ON TOP OF SOKKA!
Sokka was running on adrenaline, literally. He was trying to put as much distance between he and the champion who was in pursuit. Sokka was shoving fans aside, not caring if he hurt them or not. The cameraman was having one hell of a time trying to follow the match, with the entirety of the NCW Faithful cramming up the majority of the screen while the fighting loomed somewhere behind the mob of fans.
Focus shifted to the hard camera which didn't provide any better of a position to document the current match. Somewhere within the see of fans was Crash vs Sokka but it was hard to make out until a chair was seen being lifted in the air, appearing to be held by Sokka's arms and cracking over the back of Crash who was completely concealed by the crowd.
Soon, Crash was seen being thrown from the mess of the crowd and shoulders first into the hockey boards that formed a ring at the edge of the floor seating. They were just below the hard camera which was positioned above a entry portal for the crowd that would line up directly with the center line when the hockey rink was present in the winter inside the arena.
Sokka stepped out through the crowd with the chair still in his hand. He tossed it directly at Crash's face to add more damage to the champion's armor. The brawl spilled over the boards and soon Sokka pursued Crash up through the stands. The cameraman manning the hard camera went from struggling to get the right shot to having the match rush right past him.
Crash and Sokka exchanged fists left and right, taking turns tossing one another through the rows of permanent seating as fans hoped up a level above or below to get out of the way. The cameraman with the wireless camera finally managed to catch up to the action as Crash blocked a attempted suplex from Sokka onto the garbage covered floor and executed the Wumpa Twist on the concrete floor!
Sokka's movement was being controlled by the champion who presently was dominating the match. He sent Sokka flying up the stairs that divided two seating section with a snap suplex. Crash though was visibly beginning to grow exhausted even while on the offense, having to grab the railing in the center of the stairs to get to his feet. Sokka was trying to flee, trying to crawl up the stairs. He got some assistance in the form of being thrown shoulders first up the stairs and into the wall at the very top.
As Crash approached Sokka, one of the 8 spotlights located around the arena located the fight for all to see. Sokka managed to get a desperate kick off to the mid-section before escaping one more. To where? Up a steep and narrow staircase.
Crash pursued, and ducked a kick from Sokka who had the high ground. Crash was forced to tackle Sokka down onto the steel grated floor of the platform they were on. They were high above the fans, on top of one of eight platforms for spotlights in the arena. Sokka tried to win at another fist fight but ultimately had his cut opened wider by his head being bounced off the railing that ran around the perimeter of the platform.
Crash grab ahold of Sokka and stepped right to the edge of the platform.
"Wait is he…HE'S GONNA TRY TO HIT THE AFTERSHOCK FROM UP THERE!" Joey exclaimed in a bit of horror….
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But directly below the floor had been filled with the entirety of the Three Rivers Syndicate minus Streak, waving and pleading Crash not to do it.
"Three Rivers Syndicate trying to restore order again, thank god!" Critic declared with a sigh of relief as the crowd were sick of seeing the TRS keep coming out all night long.
"These men have been interjecting themselves into every little thing they can. They will not get out of the damn spotlight! They act like they won the damn place!" Joey shouted in frustration.
"Well they technically do Joey!" Critic reminded Joey.
"Doesn't mean I need to see them every five minutes." Joey grumbled. "But nevertheless I suppose maybe it's for the best. As much as everyone here in Johnstown wishes for Sokka to pay for aligning with the TRS….murdering him isn't a go solution…"
Crash after a while dropped Sokka back down onto the platform and glared down at the Three River's Syndicate. Crash began to step away from the edge of the platform to the relief of the TRS below…
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WHO WERE ALL LEVELD TO THE FLOOR BY CRASH FLYING OFF THE PLATFORM FOR A CRASH LANDING ON EACH ONE WHO FIGHT UNDER THE TRS MONIKER!
"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Joey shrieked as the 3,000+ in the NCW Arena were jumping up to their feet with chants of "HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!"
The mobile cameraman had rushed to the scene, where Crash Bandicoot laid with a face of agony on top of three quarters of the faction that were grappling to dictate the future of NCW. A future that they hope would not include the champion impeding their idealistic utopia of a company. There attempts at order for the night had been in vain with them taking part in quite possible the most reckless move in the NCW Arena's history.
"I may not Crash, I may find him to be a cringy suck up to the fans…but by god he is one of only a handful in this business that can do such insane things that will forever be engrained in our memory. There is hardly a chance of his performance being topped." Critic declared as Crash was finally beginning to struggle to a stance.
"And you are oh so right, Critic. Crash Bandicoot, the three time and defending world heavyweight champion just took one of the biggest risks of his life and it appears to have paid off. We are for sure going to be on a level playing field for the rest of the ni-…
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"…..Oh MY GOD!" Joey hesitated to shout as the crowd were completely in shock, if not from the Crash Landing but another equally risky move within seconds apart.
"…And One Of A Handful Also Includes THE HEART AND SOUL OF THIS COMPANY! SOKKA HAS JUST FALLEN THE GREAT AND MIGHTY CRASH BANDICOOT BY FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE! SOKKA IS TRULY THE GREATEST TO EVER STEP INTO THIS BUILDING!" Critic declared, completely going against what he stated moments before.
"NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB!" The crowd repeated over and over, now closing in around the pile of bodies knowing nobody else is going to take a leap of faith from the heavens above.
"I…..I…I….we got to take a commercial break to let the smoke clear! What The Hell Is Gonna Happen Next When We Return With The Rest Of Crash Vs Sokka!?" Joey asked, still in shock of the Diving Crossbody as the show faded to black for the final commercial break of the night.
(Commercial Break)
When Prime returned from commercial break once more, we are met with the sight of Sokka dragged a nearly unconscious Crash through the sea of NCW fans and back to the squared circle. Easier said than done, having to traverse row upon row of seats with each square foot filled with some rambunctious fan. By the time Sokka tosses the champion over the steel barricade and back into the ringside area, there are splatters of beer on the camera lens.
Crash began to ever so slightly move his arm, looking to grab a hold of something to get back to his feet. But all he found was the ring post, being pounded into his skull above the left eye. Sokka rolled the champion who's energy seemed all but spent into the squared circle and Sokka began searching around ringside area for something to ultimately put away the champion. He could take his time too, Crash didn't look to be in any condition of even stirring.
The ring skirt puffed up in the air as a table was shoved into the ring. Followed by the Alvarez's barbed wire bat Sabrina Johnny had carried out earlier in the night and must have been kicked under the ring earlier in the show. Sokka soon followed, grabbing a hold of the barbed wire bat and preparing to sing away as the crowd was near boiling point.
Crash was at long last struggling to his feet, on hands and knees and just barely hovering above the mat when The Barbed Wire Bat CAME DOWN ONTOP OF HIS BACK!
The razor sharp edges of the wire had seeped deep into the fur and flesh of the NCW World Heavyweight Champion, so much so Sokka had to press his foot onto Crash's back in order to pull the bat and barbed wire back out which was a sight that was for sure making the censor team at Turner Broadcasting pale. But this wasn't Crash's first rodeo with tasting barbed wire and was soon crawling toward the ropes to get back to his feet…
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"NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB!" The crowd steadily chanted as regardless of the pain Crash continued toward the ropes.
Sokka focused on preparing the next weapon, the table. Still battered from the fall he took earlier and not to mention the ENTIRE match, Sokka took as slow as a snail it seemed to unfold each leg of the table before setting it up in the upper right corner of the ring. Smacking his hands on the table to assure its temporary stability, the challenger turned to grab his foe but instead was kicked hard in the shin before getting a knee driven into his face by a running Crash!
Rather than go for a pin attempt, Crash instead meandered to the outside and began to toss up the silver ring skirt and searching for something. Barbed Wire, Light Tubes, Another Table, Glass….a syringe….what on earth could Crash bring out to dwarf Sokka's attempts at going to extreme.
"Crash is a master of the deathmatch. He ultimately won the bloodiest rivalry in wrestling against Chris House. Any weapon he picks he will be a ace with. What will it be? The kitchen sink?" Joey asked as Crash had something indeed…..
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"….oh my god….." Joey frightfully exclaimed.
"What The Hell Is That?" Critic asked.
"Gusset Plates! They Use Those Things To Hold Bridges Together For Christ Sakes! They Are One Of Wrestling's Most Gruesome Weapons! You Think Barbed Wire Is Bad!...It's So Extreme I Don't Think Gusset Plates Have Ever Been Used Here Or Anywhere In The Fiction Wrestling Multiverse For That Matter!" Joey bellowed as Crash groggily rolled back into the ring, with blood seeping from the narrow by long cuts on his back.
"If Crash Doesn't Leave Tonight, He'll Be Off Of TBS With The Rest Of Us If He Uses That Thing! That's For Sure!" Critic cried out.
Crash struggled to a stance, dangerously leaning on the gusset board to be able to stand. The board is gradually pulled over the top of the table Sokka had propped up a minute earlier and for sure going to be broken before the match is over.
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Sokka drove his foot right into the weak point of every male on the planet; the lowest Sokka could go but the only way he was going to save his face from being turned into hamburger. As Crash fell to the canvas, so too did Sokka. But he toppled toward the ropes which provided him the assistance he needed to get back to his feet. Sokka shouted at his foe who he wished to terminate his time in NCW, throwing his hand up and demanding Crash to get to his feet. Crash was struggling, fighting through the pain as the damage he had taken from the match was all coming down on him like the weight of bricks…
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Crash was laid out, the match had taken its toll on the record setting 3 time world champion. Sokka dropped for a cover while noticeably blood from his hand had soaked the top blue rope and now was staining the grey canvas as he covered his opponent. The Bandicoot Era was about to be over in…
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And with the kick out the life of Sokka seemed to rush out, a wide eyed and mouth open look took hold of the challenger before he came to rest on his shoulders while his hands contracted to his head. After all that had occurred, Crash was not giving up yet. Not by a longshot. As Sokka struggled to his feet by grabbing the ropes, his grasp was poor. He actually fell back to a sitting position do to his bleeding hand making the ropes too slick. In this moment, the shock and horror of being unable to put Crash away fled the thoughts of the Southern Warrior and were replaced by frustration and possibly malice.
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"HOLY FREAKIN GOD! ON TOP OF A MONITOR TOO I DO BELIEVE!" Joey exclaimed as the table folded around Crash and the downed Sokka as papers were hovering briefly in the air while the ring bell slid down to the floor and Stephen DeAngelis and whoever else was sitting at the table had bolted. The NCW chant rang in everyone's ears once more as both Crash and Sokka laid still as splinters and papers floated down on top of them.
Crash was the first and only one to budge. His hand clung to the ring apron as he started to raise his head and torso. After some time to recompose what brain cells he still had and able to peace together where he was and what was on the line, a title and his tenure in NCW, he wisely rolled Sokka into the ring first before following suit.
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AND CRASH'S BACK WAS PUNCTURED BY EACH INDIVIDUAL RAZOR SHARP BLADE OF THE ARRAY OF GUSSETT PLATES ON THE BOARD THAT SNAPPED ALONG WITH THE TABLE, SENDING THE ENDS OF THE BOARDS FOLDING IN ON ITSELF AND DIGGING DEEP INTO CRASH ALL ALONG EITHER SIDE OF HIS BODY!
"…OOOOOH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" Joey shouted, for sure killing his voice for the next week.
"OH JESUS THAT IS AS TORTOROUS AS FOODFIGHT!" Critic cried out as the crowd were going completely bonkers…..but soon began to grow hushed when reality kicked them to remind them that this could very well be the end of Crash…
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AND INDEED IT MAY BE AS SOKKA DELIVERED A BASEBALL SIDE AT ONE OF THE GUSSETT BOARDS, CAUSING CRASH TO TOPPLE OVER ON HIS SIDE AND BECAME SANDWICHED BETWEEN TWO CHUNKS OF THE SHATTERED GUSSET PLATE BOARD, THE SHARP POINTS OF EACH GUSSET PLATE DIGGING SEVERAL INCHED INTO THE FLESH AND VEINS AND ARTERIES OF THE FWM HALL OF FAMER!
"GOD ON MY GOD NO! STOP THE DAMN MATCH FINNEGAN, STOP THE DAMN MATCH!" Joey hollered, although he knew that was not going to happen.
"YOU SICK F***! YOU SICK F***! YOU SICK F***!" The crowd shouted at Sokka as the challenger rolled Crash onto his back, the hunks of gusset plate board still seeped deep into his flesh as Sokka pinned him…
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THRE- NO! KICK OUT! To The Shock Of Everyone In Johnstown And Most Certainly Sokka Who Sat Up Before Falling Face First, Revealing Three Gusset Shaped Gashes Over His Back That Were Forming Red Pools!
"Crash Still Got A Pulse, A Faint One But Got A Pulse…..And Look At Sokka's Back! It's Like A Map Of The Geysers At Yellowstone!" Joey exclaimed as the image was for sure causing TBS censors to have heart attacks.
Sokka lifted his head, and only one emotion remained. Hatred, pure hatred. Hatred for the crowd's chants, hatred for everyone pinning him as a Benedict Arnold, hatred for the ways things have gone in NCW, hatred for the pain he was currently in and hatred for everyone viewing Crash as the Heart and Soul of NCW, a title Sokka has used time and time again while being in NCW. The death glare turned toward Crash who was paralyzed by pain. Blood was for sure covering his back, bruises were for sure forming on his ribs from the fall from earlier The only thing that wasn't in pain was his head which miracously had remained unscathed…
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And then Sokka began messing with is one ring boot. He was ripping the laces out.
"….what in the hell is Sokka doing now?" Joey asked.
"I don't know, impromptu Boy Scout rope tying demo?" Critic added to the question…
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Sokka grabbed a smaller chunk of the board that had one gusset plate attached….
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And Tied It With The Gusset Plate Facing Away To The Bottom Of His Right Boot!
"The Gusset Plate Tied To Sokka's Foot In…..Oh God You Don't Think He Would…" Joey began to say, connecting two and two together.
"If He Does I Hope Crash Knows A Plastic Surgeon!" Critic exclaimed as Sokka retreated back to the corner and waited.
Crash was turning into a bloody mess with the agonizing thought of the pain all over his body battle with his common sense. He needed to get to his feet to keep fighting, to keep the world title, to keep being in NCW but his body knew he was badly beaten as is and anything else would send him into overload. He briefly on the mental battle, getting to his feet and stumbled back into a corner. The two battered and bruised wrestlers, depleted of about everything stared down one another from polar ends of the ring. Sokka grinned slightly as seeing Crash try to stumble toward him, dropping to his knees from exhaustion. Crash managed to get to a very wobbly stance in the center of the ring…
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And Give The Southern Warrior The Bird, Of Course Blurred Out….
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Just As How The Life Of Crash Was Extinguished When The Gusset Plate Ripped Into His Face From The Bicycle Kick Variation Of The Ice Breaker!
Both commentators were silent as the world champion fell to the ground as a blood began to mask his face in crimson almost instantly, he did not even move to shield his face. He was completely out cold as the crowd clung to false hope for their Heart and Soul to get back to his feet and fight it out like he did before against Chris House. Sokka covered Crash as Jim Molineaux begrudgingly counted…
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3!
Imagine 3,000 people gasping at once, all of whom were up on their feet as the 3 count was heard throughout the NCW Arena. Many in the building had watched through the years as Crash Bandicoot helped build the Land of Carnage from a tiny down on its luck Indy to now being on national television…..and were heartbroken to know that he would never get to enjoy the rewards of hard work of getting NCW to where it was. Because per the stipulations not only was the world championship going to Sokka, but Crash was out of NCW!
"….Your Winner Of The Match…And…..And-" Stephen DeAngelis began to shutter, not wanting to make the announcement…
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But Sokka's Three Rivers Syndicate had no problem making the decision. All of whom were now jumping over the barricade and into the ringside area. Tucker Foley snagged the microphone from Stephen before giving him a slight nudge.
"YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW NCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE ONE AND ONLY HEART AND SOUL OF NORTHERN CARNAGE WRESTLING….THE SOUTHERN WARRIOR, THE THREE RIVER SYNDICATE'S OWN….SOKKA!" Tucker shouted with victory in his tone.
"….I don't believe it." Is all Joey could say as Jim Molineaux, head hung in slight shame, handed the world title to Sokka who was completely the opposite of everyone in Johnstown. There were people shocked, people disappointed, people silenced, and people even crying. But Sokka was shouting with joy, on cloud nine and on top of the freaking world.
"Sokka has accomplished something I thought only Chris House would every achieve and that is sending Crash out of NCW in a bloody mess…..This Is One Of The Greatest Moments In NCW History!" Critic shouted in glee while for sure everyone around him was slowly giving him the glare of death. Especially Joey Styles.
"….Do You Have A Heart! Do You Have A Soul!" Joey shouted in rage while The Three Rivers Syndicate were all gathered in the ring, with Sokka propping up the unconscious and profusely bleeding Crash while posing with the NCW World Heavyweight Championship while raising three fingers. Both for his now three title reigns and for the three rivers in Three Rivers Syndicate. In fact all of the Three Rivers Syndicate members began to raise this hand gesture as the crowd finally began to make noise. Of course, it was the loudest chorus of boos in Northern Carnage Wrestling history. Which broke out into chants of "F*** THE TRS! F*** THE TRS! F**** THE TRS!"
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"Joey there is only ONE TRUE Heart and Soul…..Only One True Heart And Soul Of NCW! And That Is No Longer Crash Bandicoot! That Is Sokka!
