[Fade Up]
[PAGE]: This is going to be one hell of a match Russell. Blackwelll seems intent on destroying Napalm both physically and mentally and even I don't have a clue as to why
[MCCOY]: You don't know why. Come on Eddie it's as obvious as the nose on your face. Blackwell knows Napalm is nothing but a has been wash up and is just trying to give Big Lazy a hint that he should retire like his boyfriend Mace.
[PAGE]: And let's head ringside for the call
[DIAMOND LOU]: This is a no DQ first blood match. Now entering the ring, hailing from Plano Texas, he weighs in at 275lbs. He is "Blackjack" Jeremiah Blackwellllllllllllllllllllllll.............
The opening guitar riffs of Black Label Society's "Genocide Junkies" start echoing throughout the arena forcing the crowd to quickly jump to it's feet. Before Zakk Whyld can start belting out the first part of the lyrics though, Jeremiah Blackwell steps out onto the ramp and shouts into a mic.]
[BLACKWELL]: SHUT THE HELL UP!
[More boos]
[BLACKWELL]: Before we get this match started I have a little something to show you. It's a little piece of film called Why Napalm Is Too Lazy For His Own Good.
[PAGE]: What is Blackwell talking about.
[MCCOY]: Shhhhhhhh..I want to watch...
[BLACKWELL]: [pointing to the CSWAtron] So turn your ugly little heads towards the bright light and learn some more truths about Nathan Sullivan that you didn't know.
[With that said Blackwell starts walking towards the ring and the CSWAtron comes to life.]
[PAGE]: Who in the hell is that.
[The person Page is talking about is in his mid-forties with brown hair and sharp intelligent eyes. He could possibly be one of a thousand executives that make up one of the thousand corporations across the United States except for one thing. This person wears a day glo orange Department of Corrections uniform.]
[MCCOY]: HOLY CRAP!! That's Sean McGreggor. He used to be the VP of the NAWA before......well before he got arrested for fraud.
[McGreggor smiles into the camera and starts to speak]
[MCGREGGOR]: Good evening Bismark. My name is Sean McGreggor and for those who don't know me I used to be the Vice President of an up and coming national wrestling federation called the NAWA. That was until an unfortunate turn of events had me wind up in this lovely facility in Alabama.
[The crowd falls silent not knowing where this whole video is taking them. Blackwell for his part leans against a turnbuckle and grins.]
[MCGREGGOR]: Now the reason I am here is as a favor for my good friend Jeremiah Blackwell who called me the other day and asked me to say a few words about Nathan Sullivan also known as Napalm. [McGreggor smiles] I knew Napalm quite well in the NAWA as he at one time was one of the biggest draws during a short period of time. All that changed though when he won his first NAWA Championship, then he became a whining self centered man who thought the rest of the NAWA should just kiss his ass.
[A few scattered boos and the occasional you suck McGreggor echo across the arena but for the most part the facility is quiet. Blackwell just nods and continues grinning]
[MCGREGGOR]: During this period of time the NAWA realized that Napalm and his group of sidekicks better known as the Circle of Chaos were not the big money draw that we thought they were. The main reason was that their whole hocus pocus act didn't have the fans fooled. So we decided to do a couple of things. The first was to bring in the Regulators to counter act the bad job the COC was doing as being the main heel faction. The second was bringing Ripper Longshanks back from Japan and using him as the new focal point for the Circle of Chaos.
[MCCOY]: He's right Eddie. Ripper was one of the hottest commodities after he came back from Japan. I always wondered why he joined the Circle of Boredom, now I know why.
[MCGREGGOR] We also thought that Ripper would give the Circle of Chaos some much needed motivation. We were partly right. Nebula got with the program right away and partnered up with Ripper to form one of the most dynamic tag teams the NAWA had ever seen. [McGreggor shakes his head] Napalm on the other hand continued to wallow in his past achievements and hoped that those would be enough to carry him further. Napalm's work ethic became deplorable, bordering on something that would make Hardcore Josh cringe. We had two options continue with the COC as it was and risk ruin or suggest to Ripper that he leave and become his own person. You see we thought bringing Ripper into the COC would give them a more dynamic aspect. Instead we found that people were forgetting about the once proud stable mainly due to the lack of ring ability that Napalm was providing.
[MCGREGGOR] To tell the truth we were planning on giving Napalm his walking papers when the NAWA was suddenly shut down for reasons I am entirely unsure of. [McGreggor looks to the side and nods] So there you have it folks, Napalm has always been lazy and will continue to be lazy until the likes of someone like Blackjack Jeremiah Blackwell sorts him out.
[PAGE]: That was the biggest amount of bullshi................
[Without warning "Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits as clips from Napalm in recent weeks, plus
footage from the NAWA, WWA, MSWA & CSWA of his highlights (Towel Match
w/Stratford, Multiple Regulator Wars, winning the NAWA Hwght Title,
Powerbombing Davidson thru the top of the barbed wire steel cage, holding
the CSWA Tag Team Titles in the middle of the ring with Alex. The last shot is
close up of two eyes looking through a mask)]
[Slowly the Lord of Chaos strolls out, this time returning wearing his old
school black mask with a one inch red outline around his eye and mouth
holes. Walking out in his black Authority T-shirt, black wrestling pants w/
the words Power & Pain in red along the side and black wrestling boots, with
his arms, taped from knuckles to wrist in white athletic tape straight out
his side showing off his huge arms. Though Napalm usually plays up to the
crowd, he walks slowly into the ring, staring at Blackwell the entire time.]
[PAGE]: MY GOD, HE'S BACK! THE LORD OF CHAOS IS BACK!
[MCCOY]: What's with the stupid mask?
[PAGE]: IT MEANS THE LORD OF CHAOS HAS RETURNED!!
[MCCOY]: Oh goody, another stupid nickname for this sheepherder.
[Napalm gets into the ring, his eyes staring through the holes in the black
mask, nearly burning a hole through Blackwell. He takes a few steps
forward. Blackwell responds by doing the same thing. Soon they are face to
face in the centre of the ring, with Barry Alexander standing off to the
side. He calls for the bell, and Blackwell fires a hard right hand into
Napalm's head. Napalm's head snaps back, but he immediately turns it back
to continue staring down Blackwell.]
[PAGE]: Normally that punch would knock down even Big Scary. Blackwell
can't believe what he just saw.
[MCCOY]: Blackwell's just going light on him. Doesn't want to bust him open
right off the bat.
[Blackwell immediately fires another hard right at Napalm. Again Napalm's
head snaps back, but returns to the staredown just as fast.]
[PAGE]: My god, I've never seen someone still standing after two straight
Jeremiah Blackwell haymakers.
[Blackwell goes for a third right, but Napalm puts his arm up and blocks it.
The crowd responds with an explosion of cheers. Blackwell throws a left,
but Napalm blocks it, and then wraps both Blackwell's arms under his own.
The crowd grows in volume.]
[PAGE]: The Lord of Chaos finally awakes, and he's got Blackwell trapped.
[Napalm then fires a series of headbutts into Blackwell's forehead, before
letting the Texan go. Napalm brings Blackwell down with a clothesline.]
[PAGE]: Don't look for too much flying from either of these men. This is
going to be a brawl to the finish.
[Napalm climbs on top of Blackwell, now sending a flurry of punches into
Blackwell's face. Blackwell is doing his best to deflect the blows, but
quite a few are landing. Suddenly, Blackwell catches one of Napalm's blows
and uses it to throw Napalm off balance, and out of his mounted position.
Both men scramble to their feet and begin circling one another like caged
animals.]
[PAGE]: Both men trying to size the other one up right now, trying to look
for a oppurtunity to strike.
[MCCOY]: Blackwell's just trying to decide what to have for dinner when he
gets home, while Napalm's probably wondering if his insurance is paid up.
[Napalm lunges across the ring, attempting to send Blackwell sprawling with
a hard left, but Blackwell ducks it and goes behind the Lord of Chaos.
Blackwell wraps his arms around Napalm and lifts him up with a release
German Suplex. He charges at the downed Napalm hoping to capitalise, but
Napalm manages to slide his body around, and drop Blackwell with a drop toe
hold, that clothesline's Blackwell across the top rope. Jeremiah falls to
the canvas clutching his throat.]
[PAGE]: Quick thinking by Napalm there, using Blackwell's own momentum
against him.
[As both men get to their feet, Napalm charges at Blackwell with a spear.
Blackwell sees it coming however and uses Napalm's force to throw the
chargine Lord of Chaos out between the second and third ropes. Napalm hits
the mats outside the ring hard. Blackwell climbs out of the ropes to the
ring apron, as Napalm begins to get to his feet. Just as Napalm stands
Blackwell jumps off the ring apron, smashing a double axehandle down across
the Lord of Chaos' neck and shoulders.]
[PAGE]: Blackwell with a page right out of the Book of Astroth if you will.
[MCCOY]: Are you kidding, Calvin Astroth stole that move from Jeremiah
Blackwell.
[PAGE]: I pretty sure the double axehandle was around, long before Blackwell
was just a twinkle in his mother's eye.
[MCCOY]: I don't think Blackwell would like you talking about his mother or
her twinkle.
[Blackwell drags Napalm to his feet, and goes to Irish whip the Lord of
Chaos into the guardrail seperating the two men from the insane capacity
crowd. Napalm reverses it however, and Blackwell hits the guardrail, back
first and he flips over landing on the first row of chairs that had very
recently been vacated by fleeing fans.]
[PAGE]: Those fans are getting their money's worth, having all the hot
action of the CSWA brought right into their laps.
[MCCOY]: You doing commercials now?
[Page ignores Russell, and goes back to watching the match as Napalm in a
rare display of arial athleticism runs at the guardrail, places one foot on
it, and launches a cross body block at the rising Blackwell. Blackwell
catches Napalm but the momentum sends the two large men, crashing backwards
through a few rows of chairs.]
[PAGE]: I think Napalm may have hit his knee on that fall; but Blackwell
appears to be worse for wear as he's clutching his back.
[MCCOY]: He's playing possum.
[Napalm soon finds that out as he goes to drag Blackwell to his feet, only
to be back body dropped onto another row of chairs. Blackwell walks back to
the guardrail and picks up the first steel chair he fell on. He waits
patiently for Napalm to rise; holding his back. Blackwell charges, but
Napalm sees him out of the corner of his eye and manages to duck under the
chair shot. As Blackwell spins to meet Napalm again, the Lord of Chaos
kicks Blackwell in the stomach, forcing him to drop the chair. Napalm
quickly drops Blackwell with a DDT right onto the chair.]
[PAGE]: This could be all over, as Blackwell's head took a hard bounce off
that steel chair.
[Barry Alexander moves in to check Blackwell's forehead, but no blood has
been drawn. The match continues. Napalm drags Blackwell up, and fires a
stiff right at Blackwell's face, but Blackwell summons up the strength to
block it and fire back with a stiff right of his own. Napalm is caught off
guard and staggers back a few steps. Blackwell charges in and scoops Napalm
up into a fireman's carry, before sending him crashing head first into the
concrete with a Death Valley driver.]
[PAGE]: Now Blackwell with a high impact move, this one landing Napalm's
face hard against the concrete.
[Barry Alexander moves to check on Napalm, but the Lord of Chaos pushes him
out of the way, and nails Blackwell with a rising spear. The two men are
rolling on the ground exchanging blows. Each one having a few seconds of
advantage before the other manages to flip the situation around. Then as
Blackwell has the advantage and is mounted on Napalm sending a flurry of
blows into the Lord of Chaos' face, a fan cracks a steel chair across the
back of Jeremiah Blackwell, allowing Napalm to escape. Security quickly
rushes in and promptly escorts the fan out of the building. But the damage
has been done. Napalm hauls Blackwell up, and whips him towards the
passageway into the hallways of the arena; however his aim is off and
Blackwell hits the corner of the hall with his back, causing him to collapse
to the floor in pain.]
[PAGE]: Napalm now in control of this match, albeit with a little help from
a fan that took this sport too far.
[MCCOY]: Sheep help one another when confronted with danger.
[Napalm hauls Blackwell to his feet, and hooks the Texan into a side suplex
position. He lifts him up, but with the compactness of the hallway,
Blackwell's back slams into the concrete wall. Napalm pivots on his foot,
and then finishes the suplex on the hard floor.]
[PAGE]: My god, I've never seen a move like that. Blackwell's back must be
broken by this point.
[MCCOY]: It takes more than a steel chair, a hallway, and a concrete floor
to break Jeremiah Blackwell.
[Napalm drags Blackwell to his feet, and Blackwell is obviously slow
favouring his back heavily. Napalm goes to Irish whip Blackwell down the
hall, but Blackwell reverses it sending Napalm flying face first into a beer
vending cart. Glass and beer are sent flying but no blood is drawn.
Blackwell moves to go after Napalm, but a pain in his back sends him to his
knees.]
[PAGE]: Blackwell obviously in a lot pain right now, but luckily for
Blackwell that Beer cart took a lot out of Napalm.
[MCCOY]: That was alcohol abuse. Napalm should be more careful.
[Napalm manages to stagger to his feet, Barry Alexander double checks to
make sure Napalm hasn't been opened up. When he's sure no blood has been
spilt he allows Napalm to continue. The Lord of Chaos stalks towards
Blackwell who is still down on one knee. As Napalm reaches Blackwell, the
Texan suddenly rises picking Napalm up in a fisherman's carry, before
falling backward, slamming Napalm's head into the floor. Barry Alexander
tries to check Napalm, but the Lord of Chaos is unconcious.]
[PAGE]: Napalm is out of it.
[MCCOY]: Now Blackwell will make him bleed!
[PAGE]: I usually say don't count your chickens before they hatch, but I
think you could be right here.
[Blackwell grabs one of the shards of glass from the dented beer cart, and
gets into a mounted position over Napalm. He holds the glass over Napalm,
like a surgeon wielding a scalpel. As Blackwell gets it within an inch of
Napalm's face, Napalm's right arm snaps up, grabbing Blackwell's stopping
the glass a mere quarter of a inch from the fabric of the mask. Blackwell
immediately adds more pressure, but Napalm uses the momentum to shift
Blackwell off of him, also causing the Texan to drop the glass.]
[PAGE]: Very close call for Napalm there. But like I said, it's not over
until the fat lady sings.
[MCCOY]: Come on Eddie, your wife's not fat, she's just big-boned.
[Page ignores Russell as both Napalm and Blackwell get to their feet. They
both charge at one another, exchanging blows. Blackwell manages to land a
hard right, staggering Napalm back a few steps. Blackwell is relentless
charging in and taking Napalm down with a stiff clothesline. Blackwell
hauls the Lord of Chaos to his feet, and Irish Whips him into a nearby door
marked "Resticted Access". Napalm's weight throws the door open, and
Blackwell follows him in.]
[MCCOY]: Apparently some moron employee forgot to lock the door. Someone's
in big trouble come tomorrow.
[As soon as the camera gets into the room, a collective gasp goes through
the arena. It's the boiler room. Metal objects galore are scattered all
over. It's almost as if it had been set up for this match. Blackwell's
eyes light up as he picks up a wrench from the ground. He stalks towards
Napalm wrench in hand, when suddenly Napalm reaches up and cranks a nearby
valve causing a jet of steam of fly out of a nearby pipe. The cameraman
staggers back out of the room, and Barry Alexander soon follows. From
inside the room, the sounds of a struggle can be heard. Nothing can be seen
through the steam though.]
[PAGE]: What's happening? What's going on?
[MCCOY]: Blackwell is handing Napalm his ass.
[Suddenly the sounds of struggle stop, and the arena falls silent. Slowly
the steam clears. Barry Alexander makes his way back into the room, both
men are laid out on the ground. Jeremiah Blackwell is covered in a crimson
mask. Barry Alexander calls for the bell.]
[WALSH]: YOUR WINNER, AT A TIME OF 14:07, THE LORD OF
CHAOS...NAAPPPPALMMMMM!!!!
[Napalm begins to come to, and as he stands up, the forehead of his mask
starts becoming darker. The darkness spreads across the mask, and suddenly
a crimson tear comes out from the right eyehole.]
[PAGE]: Napalm had been busted open too, it just took longer for the blood
to spread.
[MCCOY]: What? He cheated. Blackwell wins!
[PAGE]: The call's already been made. Napalm wins.
[The screen fades to a commercial. The last thing the audience sees is a
close up of Napalm's eyes, as red drips flow down his eyelids.]