Posted by Northern Pro Wrestling on 11/7/2002, 1:11 am MASTERS: Welcome back, fans ... and we're just about ready for the event that EVERYONE is here to see, as the brand new owner of Northern Pro Wrestling, Think Tank Turner, has ordered the CAL World Heavyweight champion Timmy Fantastico to put that belt on the line here tonight ... against Turner himself! Your thoughts, Ken? CROWLEY: BOB-BO!!! Who could ask for anything more? Turner! Fantastico! The Thinking Man's Wrestler! The Macho Muchacho! The Champ Who Cares! And the mother-lovin' CAL World Heavyweight Champion! One match for all the marbles ... and we're getting paid a FULL NIGHT'S SALARY!!! How sweet it is! ARIEL: I don't know who to cheer for, Uncle Bobby! On one hand, you've got Timmy Fantastico, who's 'pooey' personified, but on another hand, you've got Think Tank Turner, who pretty much stole Daddy's company at November Pain!! It's a real conu ... conun ... con ... it's really HARD! MASTERS: How do you see this one breaking down, Crowbar? CROWLEY: Look at the path that brought each man here ... Turner's a two-time NPW champion; a former tag champion, too. Even though he's been somewhat inactive lately, he showed us all at last Sunday's Match Beyond that he's got no ring rust. The man's only lost TWICE in singles action in the past year and a half ... but the Macho Muchacho's no slouch, either. He's set all the CAL records since becoming the World Champ at the Gods of War pay-per-view against Sal Paradise. Seven-plus months as the champ ... six defences ... eleven opponents. He's beaten guys like Paradise, Cheung, Direwolf and Psycho Steve along the way. These two fought twice before when Timmy was the NPW Northern Heritage champ and, although Turner came out on top in those meetings, he wasn't able to take away that belt. Too close to call, Bob. I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the ride. MASTERS: You and about 3300 fans here at the Hummingbird Centre ... as this venue sold out in less than an hour after tickets went on sale Monday afternoon. There may only be one match listed officially on the card ... but what a match it is! And we're set to get underway, so let's turn it over to Ariel Mace! The arena lights dim, much to the delight of the crowd. The air is electric with anticipation as Ariel gets on the house mic: ARIEL: "The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit ... and is for the Coalition of Affiliated Leagues WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [RAHHHHH!!!!!] ARIEL: Introducing first ... hailing from Silicon Valley, California, and weighing in at 240 lbs..... The soft, sweet strains of Bach's 'Toccata and Fugue in D Minor' start to waft out of the auditorium's state-of-the-art sound system, and the crowd pops massively in anticipation. ARIEL: "The NEW owner of Northern Pro Wrestling, and the challenger ... THINK! TANK! TURRRRNERRRR!!!!!" On the HummingTron, the words "The Thinking Man's Wrestler appear ... before bursting into a montage of Think Tank Turner action clips. Below, Turner's manager, Jimy 'One-M' Holiday struts out from the backstage area, followed close behind by Turner's bodyguard/enforcer 'Big' Chris Youngblood. As red, blue and gold spotlights crisscross the stage, pyro explodes in rapid succession overhead. Holiday and Youngblood drop to their knees on either side of the entranceway and casually point their fingers over their heads. Suddenly, the classical music transforms into Rage Against The Machine's 'Guerrilla Radio':: The crowd's cheers crescendo as 'Think Tank' Turner emerges from the back, clad in his traditional unitard, his face emotionless. He hops in a one-footed pirouette lazily for the crowd's benefit and acknowledges the love being shown to him by Holiday and Youngblood. Stepping to the top of the ramp, he turns his attention to the ring, and starts to make his way down the entrance ramp. Ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans who line the entrance ramp, Turner makes a beeline for the ring. Holiday's got to jog to keep up, whispering last minute strategies into his man's ear. Youngblood's not in so much of a hurry, as he ambles behind and punches fists with the fans along the way. Nodding almost imperceptibly at whatever Jimy's telling him, Turner appears focused and ready to take on the task at hand.. MASTERS: And here comes the challenger ... who just HAPPENS to be the new owner of Northern Pro Wrestling. Make no mistake about it, though. Think Tank Turner's as comfortable and capable in the ring as he is in the boardroom. CROWLEY: If he can pull out the victory here, Think Tank Turner will assume his place among the immortals of this sport. There aren't too many men who can call themselves 'World Champion' ... and Turner surely wants to add his name to that list. Turner's music fades out as he reaches the ringside area, and climbs the ring steps. One hand on the top turnbuckle, he vaults over the top rope into the ring. Holiday and Youngblood circle around the ring to take up a position on the ring floor on the opposite side from the entrance ramp. The lights come back up in the arena as Turner heads to the opposite ropes, bouncing once off each side, testing the tension in the rope before succumbing to Dan Bash's cursory examination of his gear for any hidden objects. Once frisked, the former NPW champ turns into a corner of the ring and starts to stretch out ... not taking his eyes off of the entranceway. Buffering...
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We come back from commercial to a wide shot of the announce table located in the orchestra pit, where Bob Masters and Ken Crowley have been joined by Flashpoint!'s hostess, Ariel Mace.
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