[PAGE]: Listen to these fans going nuts for Napalm, Russell!

[MCCOY]: Baaaaaaaah...sheep I tell ya, every last one of th...

[PAGE]: I wouldn't be so sure.

[As Napalm starts to get into the ring a figure leaps over the security railing and slides into the ring before him. Napalm seeing that the person is Jeremiah Blackwell quickly rolls to his feet and the two men collide in the middle of the ring]

[PAGE]: Blackwell is obviously in a rush to get this match underway as he didn't even bother with any sort of entrance.

[MCCOY]:Can you blame him. Fighting Napalm is equivalent to kicking puppies. It's just too easy

[Back and forth the two men go, neither man backing down. Napalm blocks a punch and grabs Blackwell's wrist and tries to whip him towards the ropes but Blackwell is having none of that.]

[PAGE]: Napalm tried to whip Blackwell but Blackwell blocked it. Blackwell now blocks a punch from Napalm and tries to whip him but Napalm blocked that!

[McCOY]: Napalm is a dirty cheater, just like his Authority buddies.

[The two men come together again in a collar and elbow tie up. Each man trying to push the other man back. A step forward only means a step back a moment later as the two titans push back and forth.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell with a kick to the midsection that staggers Napalm. He follows up with a whip to the far ropes...Napalm ducks a clothesline from Blackwell and plants him with one of his own.

[Blackwell crashes to the mat and Napalm is right on him with closed right hands and a handful of hair. The crowd is cheering Napalm on.]

[PAGE]: Napalm in a mount with hard closed fists...but just like that Blackwell counters and listen to this crowd boo him right out of the building.

[McCOY]: Blackwell is far too crafty for that dumbell Napalm.

[PAGE]: The referee is telling Blackwell to stop punching but Blackwell is refusing. The referee puts himself in harm's way by putting himself in front of a Blackwell punch.

[Blackwell releases Napalm and stands back up. The referee moves away as Napalm is making it back to his feet. Blackwell charges in with a swift kick to Napalm's exposed ribs.]

[PAGE]: What a vicious kick from Blackwell!

[The crowd continues to boo Blackwell. Blackwell ignores the crowd and steps back and lines Napalm up again. He steps forward and kicks Napalm right in the ribs again.]

[PAGE]: It looks like Blackwell is trying to deprive Napalm of oxygen to keep the big man down.

[McCOY]: No Eddie. It looks like Blackwell is kicking Napalm's ass.

[PAGE]: Blackwell is lining Napalm up again...NO! NO! NO! Napalm turned at the last moment and caught Blackwell's leg and nailed him with a spinebuster!

[Napalm, still winded from the kicks of Blackwell, just falls on top of him for a count.]

1 . .

[PAGE]: ONE! . .

2 . . [PAGE]: TW...Kickout from Blackwell. Blackwell is far from done here folks.

[McCOY]: Please, Blackwell's taken worse beatings from bigger and badder men than the likes of Napalm.

[PAGE]: Maybe so, but the former lord of chaos is back on his feet as is Blackwell.

[Blackwell and Napalm lock up, Napalm slips behind Blackwell and goes for a german suplex but Blackwell blocks it. A mule kick later and Blackwell is free.]

[PAGE]: Low blow! Low blow! WHAT A ROUNDUP! Blackwell used that mule kick to get out of Napalm's grasp and took his head right off with that shortarm clothesline he calls the round up!

[McCOY]: Napalm might as well give up.

[PAGE]: Blackwell isn't going for the cover though, he pulls Napalm up by the hair and scoops him up on his shoulders...GUTBUSTER SLAM FROM A FIREMAN'S CARRY FROM BLACKWELL!

[Blackwell rubs his hands together as if wiping dirt from them as he stands back up, the crowd boos loudly in response.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell has the clear upper hand here in the early going.

[McCOY]: And he will continue to have it.

[PAGE]: Blackwell isn't finished yet, he's pulling Napalm up again.

[Blackwell locks in a reverse front facelock and lifts Napalm up for a suplex but then...]

[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD! Blackwell just dropped Napalm stomach first onto that top rope!

[A stunned Napalm still manages to land on his feet on the apron but a second later and a boot from Blackwell sends Napalm hard to the mats on the floor. Blackwell doesn't waste a second and goes right out towards the ropes and out of the ring.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell is on a mission tonight.

1

[McCOY]: Yeah, that and Napalm just can't compete.

[PAGE]: Blackwell is pulling up the ringside mats! He's going to try and cause serious injury to Napalm!

2

[Blackwell grabs Napalm and locks in a standing headscissors.]

[PAGE]: He's going to try and destroy Napalm's back and ribs.

[McCOY]: Good maybe the fathead will retire.

3

[PAGE]: You'd better hope Big Scary doesn't hear you.

[Blackwell reaches down but as he does Napalm stands up. The crowd roars in approval. Big Scary staggers away and rolls back into the ring.]

4

[PAGE]: Napalm with a big back body drop on Blackwell.

[McCOY]: He got lucky.

[PAGE]: Napalm might be making a mistake by not going after Blackwell here.

5

[Blackwell is already back on his feet and moving towards the ring. Napalm has in the meanwhile been recovering in the far corner.]

[PAGE]: Both men are back up and back in the ring. Napalm is actually grinning at Blackwell...that is one scary man.

[McCOY]: Please, sour milk is scarier than Napalm.

[Enraged at the look on Napalm's face, Blackwell charges at him with an avalanche but Napalm sidesteps him and pushes him in.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell misses an avalanche...BIG OVERHEAD BELLY TO BACK RELEASE SUPLEX FROM NAPALM!

[The crowd rises to their feet and roars.]

[McCOY]: Fluke.

[PAGE]: Napalm is back up and he pulls Blackwell up but Blackwell pulls him in and nails him in the orbs of chaos!

[McCOY]: Smart move by Blackwell, I like his style.

[PAGE]: That's the second time Blackwell has used an illegal move.

[Napalm staggers back, his head down, when he looks up it's clear that his mood has changed. He charges at Blackwell who is still recovering from the suplex and spears him to the mat.]

[PAGE]: SPEAR! SPEAR! Napalm just speared Blackwell out of his boots!

[McCOY]: Yeah whatever.

[PAGE]: Uh oh...

[Napalm pulls Blackwell up with a twisted look on his face. He locks Blackwell in a standing headscissors before acknowledging the crowd.]

[PAGE]: TOTAL DESTRUCTION! TOTAL DESTRUCTION! NAPALM JUST POWERBOMBED BLACKWELL!

[McCOY]: NO!

[The crowd is on it's feet roaring with cheers.]

1 . .

[PAGE]: ONE! . .

2 . .

[PAGE]: TWO! . .

3 . .

[PAGE]: TH...NO! NO! BLACKWELL GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! Napalm can't believe it!

[McCOY]: I knew Blackwell wouldn't let me down.

[PAGE]: Yeah, well Blackwell isn't moving. Napalm is already on his feet.

[Napalm pulls Blackwell up and whips him to the far ropes.]

[PAGE]: COUNTER! WHAT A COUNTER! Blackwell stopped short and spun Napalm's attempt at a big boot into a release german suplex!

[McCOY]: Atta boy Jeremiah!

[PAGE]: Both men are down. The crowd is cheering despite the fact that it was Blackwell that completed the counter. Both men are putting on a great show!

[Napalm and Blackwell stay down and the referee begins his count.]

1

2

3

[PAGE]: They're stirring but those moves took alot out of them.

4

5

6

[PAGE]: Both men are at one knee now and up.

[McCOY]: Come on Jeremiah, kick his face in, it'd be an improvement.

[In one fluid motion, Blackwell rises to his feet and takes Napalm's head off with a vicious short clothesline.]

[PAGE]: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!

[McCOY]: That's what I'm talkin about.

[PAGE]: Blackwell goes for the cover.

1 . .

[PAGE]: ONE! . .

2 . .

[PAGE]: TW..NO! Napalm kicks out.

[The crowd cheers. Blackwell looks disgusted and rolls to his feet. He pulls Napalm up and launches him over the top rope.]

[PAGE]: What is Blackwell doing? You can't win the match on the outside!

[McCOY]: Hehehe.

[PAGE]: What are you snickering about?

[Blackwell follows Napalm out and grabs a steel chair.]

[PAGE]: OH NO!

1

[The crowd's cheers become boos.]

THWACK!

2

[Napalm is still on his feet.]

THWACK!

3

[Napalm goes down to one knee but comes back to his feet.]

THWACK!

4

[PAGE]: NAPALM HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN!

[Napalm tumbles to the mat in a heap. Blackwell tosses the chair to the side and smirks.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell rolls Napalm in now, the damage has been done though. This is heinous.

[McCOY]: Yes but Blackwell didn't break the rules by hitting him with the steel chair outside of the ring did he?

[PAGE]: Yes.

[McCOY]: Well he hasn't been disqualified.

[PAGE]: He should be.

[Blackwell goes for the cover.]

1 . .

[PAGE]: ONE! . .

2 . .

[PAGE]: TWO! . .

3 . .

[PAGE]: THRE...NO! NO! Napalm kicked out at the last possible second!

[Blackwell is flustered at this point and cannot believe that Napalm kicked out. He pulls the big man to his feet, making sure to take a couple of well aimed shots at the gash above Napalm's right eye. Unexpectedly, Napalm's hand jerks up and around the throat of Blackwell.]

[PAGE]: There's life in Napalm still!!!

[The crowd is roaring with approval.]

[McCOY]: Yeah but my pinky finger still has more charisma than he ever will and besides, Blackwell is going to finish him soon.

[PAGE]: Napalm looks like he's going for a chokeslam...

[Blackwell, knowing what's coming pulls Napalm towards him by the hair and again nails him with a low shot, the referee oblivious to the shot does nothing but look on.]

[PAGE]: LOW BLOW! Blackwell nailed Napalm with a low blow! Look at Blackwell he's proud of himself. Now he's measuring Napalm up for some more punches to that cut in his brow.

[McCOY]: You might say he's bleeding like a stuck pig.

[PAGE]: Hard closed fist right hand from Blackwell...NAPALM FIRED RIGHT BACK! I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE IS STILL FIGHT IN NAPALM!

[The crowd roars. Blackwell takes another shot at Napalm, but Napalm again fires back, this time putting his weight behind the shot and staggering Blackwell.]

[PAGE]: This is unbelieveable!

[McCOY]: No unbelieveable is you ever getting a date or you beating Johnny Storm. That's unbelieveable.

[PAGE]: Napalm with a huge clothesline!

[Napalm doesn't stop there, he pulls Blackwell up and whips him to the far ropes...]

[PAGE]: GORILLA PRESS! NAPALM IS GUERILLA PRESSING JEREMIAH BLACKWELL!

[McCOY]: I admit that is impressive.

[PAGE]: Napalm drops Blackwell down hard to the mat right on his face!

[The crowd is on it's feet, it's loyalties clearly defined by the KAY-OSS chant echoing through the arena.]

[PAGE]: Napalm is still on Blackwell, he pulls the wily vetran up and scoops slams him back down.

[Napalm runs to the near ropes and lands a legdrop before hooking a leg for the cover.]

1 . .

[PAGE]: ONE! . .

2 . .

[PAGE]: TWO! . .

3 . .

[PAGE]: TH...BLACKWELL KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Blackwell has already gotten out of the Total Destruction, how much more can he take? And Napalm has taken several chairshots and is still going! These two are real gladiators Russ.

[McCOY]: Napalm is more like a stablehand, or the guy that polishes the other guys armor. But Blackwell, well he is a gladiator for sure.

[PAGE]: Napalm can't believe it.

[The crowd is still on it's feet. Napalm climbs slowly to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. Blackwell is on the mat holding his chest. Napalm moves to pull Blackwell up but Blackwell fires a shot into the softened ribs of Napalm, momentarily stopping him.]

[PAGE]: Napalm just absorbed that hard shot from Blackwell. He pulls him up and whips him into the corner...AVALANCHE! Napalm whips him into the other corner, this time harder! A SECOND AVALANCHE!

[Blackwell at this point has no clue where he is, he only knows that there is an intense amount of pain in his lower back right now. Napalm seeing this, grabs Blackwell by the pants and pulls him into a hard forearm shot to the lower back. Blackwell howls in pain, causing the crowd to rejoice.]

[PAGE]: Stiff forearm from Napalm. And another!

[McCOY]: What a dirty cheater.

[PAGE]: Napalm has not cheated here...

[CROWD]: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

[Blackwell lunges for the ropes and ducking the top rope he manages to send Napalm flying over them and crashing to the floor. Blackwell, clearly favouring his back now, grimaces and heads back to the outside.]

[PAGE]: Both men are hurting here but fighting through the pain, maybe Kushner and Python inspired them with their amazing Crystal Dreams match!

[McCOY]: BAH!

1

[PAGE]: Blackwell is right on Napalm, he pulls him up and whips him...NO! Napalm reveresed the whip and sent Blackwell face first into the steel post!

DING!

2

[Blackwell is busted open, the crowd is on their feet cheering. Napalm is endulging the crowd by posing momentarily. Napalm then picks Blackwell up and slams him back first into the steel post.]

DING!

3

[The crowd cheers loudly again.]

[PAGE]: Napalm has a battle plan now. He pulls Blackwell to his feet...wait a second Blackwell slipped out of Napalm's grasp...OH NO! That was heinous! Jeremiah Blackwell just spit in Napalm's eye.

4

[McCOY]: I saw nothing.

[The man known as Big Scary staggers back and rubs his eye.]

[PAGE]: Blackwell now with a hard shot to the forehead of Napalm. He's going to leave a permanent mark on Napalm that's for sure!

5

[McCOY]: Yeah and if we're lucky it'll be the marking of the end of his career.

[PAGE]: Napalm is a great competitor, and an outstanding champion.

[McCOY]: Whatever.

6

[Napalm stiffens up from the shot and fires a weak shot back at Blackwell but Blackwell shrugs that off and takes a few steps back to charge...]

7

[PAGE]: Blackwell missed with the clothesline and Napalm nailed him with a beautiful teardrop suplex!

[McCOY]: He's still a dirty cheater.

[PAGE]: Napalm in the mount now, raining down punches on Blackwell. His fists are covered with blood as is his own face! Now Blackwell reverses and let's a flurry of punches connect with Napalm!

8

[The crowd is on their feet, again chanting KAY-OSS KAY-OSS.]

[PAGE]: These two are going to get counted out if they're not careful but I don't think that they care!

[McCOY]: Blackwell will win this match, one way or another.

9

[Napalm reverses the situation again and begins punching away at Blackwell. By the time he realizes they are being counted out, it's too late and the bell rings.]

10

DING! DING!

[DIAMOND LOU]: The result of this bout is a double countout!!!

[The crowd boos. Napalm not content to merely let Blackwell walk away goes back to pull him up but Blackwell isn't cooperating and punches Napalm in the gut. Again the two begin exchanging shots. Security is seen flooding the ringside area as the shot fades to commerical, giving us a shot of the bloodied faces of both men as it does.]

CONTINUE

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