Posted by Northern Pro Wrestling on 10/19/2002, 10:14 pm MASTERS : And once again, here's our fighting Commissioner, Ric Owens - looks like he's got something to say! [The music cuts out, and Owens waits for the din to die down before going on. As it extends lengthily, he smiles through his cracked and flaked-off face paint and waves once. After another long moment, he begins to speak over the crowd.] "HIGH EXCITEMENT" RIC OWENS : I'd just like to say, first off... that I'm a little disappointed in the tactics employed by Jaime McNulty and his cohorts earlier. It's not sour grapes.. simply, I just thought Jaime, who's been called "Julius Version 2.0" backstage, could have won this match on his own, and I'm disappointed that he felt he had to stoop to that. That being said, he's the new Northern Heritage champion, and I'm not - which means that I'm either going to be shortly, or the NPW or CAL World champion will find themselves without gold around their waists in the coming weeks. OWENS : But that's not why I'm back out here. Instead, I'm here to explain the "mystery event" for the tag teams that have chosen to show up today. - OK, you guys in the back? Would you start lowering the cage, please? MASTERS : Oh, dear. Here we go! [Ring crew guys are around the ring, guiding the cage down to hook into place. The cage, as previously mentioned, has steel platforms surrounding the top - metal scaffolding hooked onto the top rungs of the cage itself, wide enough for a man to stand upon. The same scaffolding crosses over the top of the cage in a "+".] OWENS : Now... as that modified cage is put into place, I'd like to ask the tag team interested in the affair to come out here to the stage, please. [The crowd erupts into appropriate cheers and boos as several teams emerge to the "Flashpoint!" theme of Sum 41's "Fat Lip". Coming out first are Darwin and his father, Brett Stanton - Darwin, the gorilla mask-wearing wrestler with the identity crisis bounding out with energy, and his father with his arms raised. As they emerge, Masters points out that Stanton was the man who once saved NPW from closure when they were a struggling young indie federation, and is a good friend to Jack Mace. The two men take one corner of the stage, giving way to Mr. Dude and Adam Delicious of the IWA Untouchables, who jack up the crowd before moving over to the other corner of the stage. The Loose Cannons - Dominic Demonstone and Nick Brubaker - emerge, carrying their BWW Tag Team titles, and are followed by their BWW brethren - the trio of Costello, Darlock and Kalord of Assault & Battery. NPW recent newcomer Ron Havok emerges next.... and alone. Louie Z and Worg are out last, Louie fleeing Worg's advances and the rest of the teams shrinking away in disgust. When no more teams are forthcoming, Owens turns back to the mic.] MASTERS : Where are Lonny Bash and Direwolf? I thought they'd been entered in this... OWENS [on the mic] : Well, here they are then. Mr. Havok, you don't seem to have found a partner for this event. RON HAVOK [leaning into the mic] : I don't need one to beat these losers. OWENS [smiling] : Actually, you do. This is a tag team affair - and it's for tag teams, not singles wrestlers. If you haven't got a partner... then you're out. [Frustrated, Havok storms off the stage, shouting that Owens will pay for his call in the future. Shrugging, Owens turns back to the teams.] OWENS : Whatever. Anyhow... to this "mystery event". Gentlemen, please note the cage being secured over the ring right now. That's your home, until one of you wins this event. And the event is simple... and it's for the NPW Tag Team titles. OWENS : When the Rock Brothers defeated Southern Comfort and later the Untouchables to win and retain the CAL World Tag Team titles, the NPW Tag Team titles they presently held were automatically declared vacant, as per the NPW rulebook. Those of you who came out here today without much information to go on for this event now have a chance to win those titles, and become the new NPW Tag team champions. If you'll direct your attention above the ring now... [High above the cage, which now rests on top of the ring, appears the NPW Tag Team titles on a zip line. They are slowly lowered to roughly six feet above the top of the cage, directly over where the "cross" that the two platforms over the top of the cage meet.] OWENS : As you can see, the object is simple : get the NPW Tag Team titles off the line, and win the match. In order to do that, you'll have to employ the scaffolding above the ring, by climbing up the fencing and making your way across the beams provided. The first man from any team to snap both Tag Team championship belts off the wire wins the titles for his team - and I mean BOTH titles, because one won't win it. I believe the ring crew guys are ready... Oh, and Cannons? You're not in this match. DOMINIC DEMONSTONE : WHAT??? OWENS : Hold up. Next week, since you didn't get your NPW Tag Team title shots against the Rocks... you'll face the winners of this match here tonight for the NPW Tag Team championship... and since you got screwed tonight... your own BWW Fraser Valley Tag Team titles won't be on the line. [Dominic and Nick exchange glances, and nod to Owens, finding this fair.] OWENS : so, in the absence of a starter pistol... GAME ONNNNNNNN! CROWLEY [as the teams take off towards the ring] : YAHHH, BABY! RIC OWENS IS MY NEW GOD! MASTERS : HERE WE GO! The four teams - The Untouchables, Assault & Battery, Z and Worg, and Stanton and Darwin - charge the ring! ARIEL : Well, Worg's not really charging, the poor dear. She kind of drifts. CROWLEY : Yeah.. like a continental plate. [As the teams rush the cage, we suddenly shift backstage....] ***** [.. into the dressing room of Direwolf and Lonny Bash. Lonny is tapping his foot impatiently - almost fretting - as he looks at a tv monitor showing the event already underway. Direwolf is lacing up his second boot as he sits on a bench. Regan Mace is standing patiently by the door, her arms crossed, when Direwolf pauses in his lace-tying to note the BWW Deathmatch title beside him. Almost absently, he tosses it into a nearby garbage can.] REGAN : Oh, no you don't. BWW title or not, it has value in this war, and we're going to need ever bit of ammo we've got. DIREWOLF : Oh please. You know my feelings on "Death Matches". I already destroyed Kracken for you - I don't actually have to KEEP the thing, do I? REGAN : Look at it this way, John. If you don't, then Angelina will strip you of it, and appoint a new Deathmatch champion... which is another bullet in her gun, when she get's her title back. Think of it as a carrot to dangle in front of her. DIREWOLF : Oh, fine. Bash, pick that thing out and hold it for me. You're relatively good at holding things, anyhow. LONNY [sighing, and retrieving the strap] : Whatever. [Direwolf continues to tie his boot as lonny hands the title to Regan. He waits impatiently for his partner, checking an imaginary watch.] LONNY BASH : OHH, WILL YOU PLEASE HURRY UP? It's STARTED! DIREWOLF : What do you care? You're not going to do anything. Just get in the cage and stand there, and try not to get in anyone's way. LONNY : You know - why am I even here? DIREWOLF : Because your Mom made a mistake with a jackass? LONNY : What's your problem with me? DIREWOLF [standing up, sipping his coffee] : No problem, really - it's not your fault. Given your genes, it's understandable that you're an idiot. I'm just out here to prove I can defeat these CAL and BWW teams by myself. I could be tagging with Barry and still get the job done. Now, hold my coffee while I stretch. [Lonny puts out his hand, and closes his eyes as he realizes he's fallen for the coffee trick yet again. Direwolf places the paper cup on his head, and begins to stretch. His face going red, Lonny slowly picks the coffee cup off his head, and places it on the bench. As Direwolf stretches at the waist towards, him, Lonny's hand lashes out...] [.... and SLAPS Direwolf hard in the face! Direwolf stops stretching, blinks, and looks at Lonny with ever-maddening eyes. Lonny steps back, but the crowd is loving it.] LONNY : You.. uhh... had that coming... DIREWOLF [lowly] : Run. LONNY : Now, let's not do anything hasty.... AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [Suddenly, Lonny throws open the door, and runs like a hound of Hell is on his tail - which it is, as Direwolf chases him out the door towards the ring.] Buffering....
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[Spotlights filter around the stage as Commissioner Ric Owens emerges, still dressed in his wrestling gear and with a towel around his neck. The fans cheer the man, partly for his effort moments ago in the Nor-Her title tournament finals, but also because he's just one of the most popular men in the company. Living Colour's "Cult of Personality" cues up as Ric comes out to the ramp way, mic in hand.]
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