Disturbed! The year 2000! Jeffrey Roberts! The fans boo as Roberts makes his entrance. NAPW's resident sadist doesn't look like he's on his way to a wrestling match, though, more like he's on the way to his cubicle, magazine under his arm. The boos pick up again as Disturbed fades out... only to be replaced by the legendary 2pac and "Troublesome '96!" Justin Case explodes through the curtain, decked out and strutting to the ring with damage on his mind...
FRANK WARBURTON: The following tag team match is set for one fall at a twenty-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Miami Florida, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds... JEFFREY ROBERTS! And his partner, from Edmonton Alberta, he weighs in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds... "THE MILLENIUM GAME" JUSTIN CASE!
BILL HEWSON: Calgary Alberta Canada, this... is New Alberta Pro Wrestling! This... is NAPW on TFN! Welcome wrestling fans, Bill Hewson alongside Jack "Attack" Jones and Jack Attack, a big show lined up just one week removed from the conclusion of the 2010 Canada Cup. That man right there, Jeffrey Roberts, made it to the final four... but was defeated by eventual winner, Steve Parker!
JACK JONES: Jeffrey Roberts doesn't look too excited to be part of this contest, Bill. Jeffrey Roberts lives for the extremes of emotion and sanity... and after coming so close to the glory of winning the Canada Cup, a 'regular match' just doesn't give him the same thrill.
BILL HEWSON: Nonetheless Roberts and the NAPW newcomer, the brash Justin Case could prove a formidable team! Justin Case is still looking for his first pinfall victory here in NAPW, but last week he did score a victory... a disqualification victory over Lloyd Rees when Bayman Jakey, Rees' long-time friend, got involved. And that brings us to tonight!
JACK JONES: Yeah, and ---
Sorry Jack. It's time for Boston's finest...
"And it's no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more!
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more!"
The crowd sings and claps along to a good old Celtic jig as two bearded, salty east-coasters step through the curtain to a huge ovation! LLOYD REES... and BAYMAN JAKEY, clad in new t-shirts! FRONT: "~nFa~" ... BACK: "HOW'S SHE CUTT'IN PAT?"
FRANK WARBURTON: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! From Conception Bay Newfoundland, weighing two-hundred and eleven pounds... BAYMAN JAKEY! From Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, weighing two-hundred and forty-three pounds... the eleven-time NAPW champion LLOYD REES! For the first time in four years, they are... THE NEW! FOUND! ALLIANCE!
Rees and Jakey head down to ringside. Lloyd Rees doesn't take his eyes off of his opponents even as he slaps hands, but Jakey looks just THRILLED to be walking that aisle once again, grin as wide as Labrador as he smacks every outstretched hand around ringside! The NFA hit the ring and pose on the turnbuckles as their opponents react in different ways to the crowd reaction: Case, shaking his head and muttering in disgust; Roberts, suddenly finding his fingernail extremely interesting.
BILL HEWSON: The Newfound Alliance ran roughshod over NAPW in mid-2006, but tonight, they've turned the Ogden Legion Hall into a Newfoundland pub --- listen to the fans singing along! First time in over four years these two have teamed together, hell, I think it's the first time since leaving NAPW Bayman Jakey has competed in a wrestling ring.
JACK JONES: That's great, Jack, but just one thing...
BILL HEWSON: What's that, Bill?
JACK JONES: What the HELL is "How's She Cutt'in Pat?"
No time for love, Doctor Jones, as referee DANNY CHAOS is checking Rees and Jakey... and calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Justin Case starts for his team, seeing as he's just a ... tad more interested than Roberts in doing so. Lloyd Rees is ready to start for his team, but Bayman Jakey sticks his hand out. He's nodding up and down, eyes wide. Rees looks at Jakey, then at the crowd, asking them what he should do...
REES TAGS IN BAYMAN JAKEY!
BILL HEWSON: The fans want him, they're gonna get him --- and so is Justin Case!
JACK JONES: And another thing, what the hell is a BAYMAN? Seriously, is Newfoundland on MARS or something?
BILL HEWSON: WILL you be serious?
Bayman Jakey and Justin Case circle, they lock-up. Case, with a solid height and weight-advantage able to gain the advantage, grappling to a wrist-lock. He yanks hard on Jakey's arm, once, twice, Jakey hissing in pain. Case yanks the arm down again. Jakey spins out, trying to counter it, Case spins to reverse it back ---
POIK
Jakey pokes Case in the eyes! Referee Chaos warns Jakey, who apologizes with a big grin... and stomps on Case's foot! Case yells and grabs his foot, hopping in place as Jakey hits the ropes... big lariat takes Justin Case down! The crowd is going bananas!
JACK JONES: What the heck is this... he's just a dirty cheater!
BILL HEWSON: Same old Jakey: rule-breaker, cheap-shot artist... and the crowd loves it!
JACK JONES: Well, they are Calgarians.
Jakey gets an arm-wringer and looks to his partner in the corner, smiling to the fans. Rees raises his hand high and Jakey tags him in, holding Case! Rees in and grabs the other arm, Chaos dutifully making his five-count, as the NewFound Alliance knock Case flat on his back, and each grab a leg. MAKE A WISH! Case grimaces as Rees then goes to work, pulling the man up and chopping him down. Rees keeps hold of the wrist and pulls Case back up, CHOP down, up, CHOP down, up, CHOP down! Rees twists around and lifts Case up and over with a takedown, then Rees cinches in a deep armbar with Justin Case on the canvas.
BILL HEWSON: This feud started several weeks ago during the infamous Sideshow Battle Royale. Justin Case talked trash about Lloyd Rees leading up to the match, but it was Lloyd Rees who eliminated Justin Case --- and "The Millenium Game" took it very, very personally, and attacked Bayman Jakey totally unprovoked the next week, ultimately costing Lloyd Rees the Heritage title!
JACK JONES: Hey, Justin Case didn't interfere in the Heritage title match... it was Rees who took his attention off of Donovan Astros!
BILL HEWSON: Of course Rees took his eyes off of Astros --- Justin Case rammed the ring steps into Bayman Jakey's head!
JACK JONES: A REAL champion would've kept his mind on the game!
BILL HEWSON: ... Lloyd Rees is an ELEVEN-TIME CHAMPIONohwhydoIevenbother.
Back in the ring, Rees pulls Case up and backs into the NFA corner, where Jakey tags in. Rees holds Case for Jakey to deliver an axhandle, then gets out. Jakey drop-toe holds Justin Case down, and then... double-stomp right to the back of the face-down Case!
BILL HEWSON: The Bell Island Backbreaker! Lloyd Rees and Bayman Jakey, the NFA, in complete control of this match-up. Jeffrey Roberts hasn't even tagged in --- Jack, is Roberts reading a MAGAZINE on the ring apron?
JACK JONES: Oh hey, he has the new issue of "MINIATURE DONKEY TALK."
BILL HEWSON: ... what on earth is that magazine about?
JACK JONES: Donkeys. Minature ones. Not talking ones though, just talk ABOUT them.
BILL HEWSON: Of... course.
Jakey picks Case up and whips him into the ropes, but Case reverses. Jakey rebounds, ducks the lariat, rebound, elbow is ducked, Jakey gaining speed comes off the ropes --- BELLY TO BELLY BY JUSTIN CASE! What a huge suplex by Justin Case, and Bayman Jakey looks a bit shake as he gets to his feet --- WAIT! JUST 2 TALENTED --- Jakey sneaks out of it, going for a vertical suplex, CASE REVERSES --- CROSSFACE!
BILL HEWSON: CROSSFACE! Out of NOWHERE!
JACK JONES: That's a GAMEBREAKER right there, Hewson!
BILL HEWSON: Justin Case trying to get it cinched in, dead center of the ring, and --- Lloyd Rees breaks it up with a boot! Referee Danny Chaos trying to keep order here... this match continues when we return!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
JACK JONES: And that is why I don't eat turkey anymore.BILL HEWSON: That's... understandable. Horribly profane and a crime against nature, but understandable.
JACK JONES: "Gobble Gobble," he said! "Speak English," I said! And the whole thing just went from there.
BILL HEWSON: ... during the break Jeffrey Roberts decided to interject himself in the contest, nailing Lloyd Rees with a big kick as Rees hit the ropes. Case and Roberts in firm control now!
Case in the ring with Rees, reverse chinlock. Rees fights to his feet as Jakey yells encouragement. Roberts is thumbing through his magazine, trying to find his page. Rees with one elbow, two, a third breaks him free! He runs for the ropes --- wait, Case hits the same ropes! Rees skids to a stop, thrown off WHAMMO. Case turns him inside-out with a huge lariat! Case stomps over to his corner and slaps Jeffrey Roberts on the shoulder, tagging him in. Roberts looks surprised, as if he didn't think he was part of this wrestling match. Calmy, he dog-ears the page he is on, puts the magazine down, and steps into the ring. Rees trying to get to his feet...
KICK right to the ribs. Straight kick to the side of the head!
BILL HEWSON: Call him unorthodox, call him ... unhinged, call him a sadist! But make no mistake Jeffrey Roberts is as dangerous as they come inside the squared circle, whatever might be going on in that noggin of his. Or not going on, as the case may be.
JACK JONES: Don't say that too loud, Hewson. He's always listening.
BILL HEWSON: What?
JACK JONES: Lllllliiiiiiistennnniiiiiiinnnnnngggggg.
Roberts smiles as Rees lays on the canvas. He plops down on his side, resting his fist on his hand, just ... looking at Rees. Justin Case yells to keep on the attack. Roberts ignores him. Rees to his knees, getting to his feet. In a flash Case is up and delivers a straight kick to the gut. Roberts front face-lock lifts Rees up high, vertical suplex? No! He drops Rees gut first on the top rope. Rees dangles, then Roberts tips him back into the ring the hard way.
RIGHT HAND TO BAYMAN JAKEY!
Jakey storms into the ring to get at Roberts, but referee Danny Chaos right there to cut him off. Jakey protests but Chaos sends him back out. Behind his back, however, Justin Case gets in illegally as Roberts gets out. Roberts claps his own hands together and Chaos turns back around. He sees Case and says "hey, where was the tag?" Case claps his hand together and points to Roberts, who nods earnestly. A little too earnestly, but...
BILL HEWSON: I don't know that Danny Chaos should let this go without seeing the tag, but he's going to give these men the benefit of the doubt. Not that they deserve it...
Justin Case controls Rees with a front face-lock, then forearms his man in the back. Snap suplex by the six-five Case! He floats over into a cover one, two, Rees kicks out. Case holds Rees and tags in Roberts. Case slams Rees down... Roberts on the outside!
Slingshot Legdrop!
Right across the throat, Roberts covers one, two, Rees kicks out! Bayman Jakey yelling "C'MON BY'E! C'MON!"
BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees needs to make the tag to his partner Bayman Jakey! He's been isolated for far too long in this tag contest!
JACK JONES: Who said Justin Case and Jeffrey Roberts couldn't work as a team?
BILL HEWSON: They seem to be on the same page right now, at any rate.
Roberts back elbow knocks Rees down. Another quick cover, gets a two, Roberts hooks Rees up... BEAUTIFUL Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! TWO! Shoulder up! Rees continues to fight. Jeffrey Roberts pouts, but then stomps right on Rees' fingers. Rees suddenly explodes, trying to get to his corner, but Roberts is between the two Newfies! He controls Rees with the front face-lock, take the neck, the body will follow. He turns it around and locks eyes with Bayman Jakey, then DDTs Rees into the canvas. Roberts on his knees, sagging back in some kind of trance... and then suddenly spits a gob across the ring into Jakey's face. Jakey rushes in, Chaos again has to push him back. Justin Case in the ring stomping on Rees. Roberts gets out of the ring as Case grabs Rees by the legs...
Chaos turns around, Jakey protesting, and asks for a tag. Case says there was a tag, but Chaos says "you know what? I didn't see it. Which means... the REFEREE didn't see it. GET OUT!" Case is pissed off, almost looking like he wants to hit Danny Chaos --- but he thinks better of it and gets out of the ring. Jeffrey Roberts is unfazed by the turn of events, but promptly ignores Case's demand for a tag. Roberts with another stiff kick to the gut of Rees, standing headscissors. RUNNING LIGERBOMB --- Rees pushes out! He lands on his feet right in front of Roberts ---
CODEBREAKER!
BILL HEWSON: THE RINGER ROVER! Rees can't capitalize, but Jeffrey Roberts is stunned by that maneuver! Both men are down, can Lloyd Rees make the tag?
The crowd is chanting "REES REES REES" as both Rees and Roberts look up at the ceiling, blinking away stars. Roberts starts to his feet as Rees rolls over, and starts going for the tag. Roberts holding his jaw stumbles into his corner and Justin Case slaps him on the chest to tag in. Case tries to stop Rees, but Lloyd makes a huge lunge for the corner
AND TAGS IN BAYMAN JAKEY!
BILL HEWSON: KATEY BAR THE DOOR, WE HAVE A HOUSEAFAR!
Jakey with a clothesline! Another clothesline! Case gets up, Jakey off the ropes... FLYING FOXTRAP FOREARM! Jeffrey Roberts from behind on Bayman Jakey, suplex, Bayman Jakey reverses up and over... and hooks the ankle! ANKLE LOCK --- NO, THE TOPSAIL TOE TWISTER! Roberts "EEEEEEEEEES" in pain (disturbingly) but Justin Case nails Jakey from behind. He hooks him up --- THE BENCHMARK! Case's version of Roll the Dice/CrossRhodes! He covers Jakey, one, two, Rees breaks it up! Lloyd Rees back in this thing, he goes for the DDT from the Green on Justin Case... but Case had it scouted! He spins out and takes Rees legs to his back. Case has both legs, and he looks out at the crowd, telling them "JUSTIN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW!"
He crosses the legs...
BOOOOOOOOOO.
BILL HEWSON: JUSTIN CASE HAS LLOYD REES IN THE SHARPSHOOTER --- RIGHT HERE IN CALGARY! And the fans don't like this one bit!
JACK JONES: Yeah but Hewson, how often do you see Lloyd Rees in this kind of position? He puts people IN submissions, he doesn't get them put on him!
BILL HEWSON: You may be right, but Referee Danny Chaos hasn't forgotten who the legal men are --- Case and JAKEY. Justin Case may have let his jealousy of Rees get the better of him here ---
JACK JONES: JEALOUSY? You think "TMG" is JEALOUS of Lloyd Rees?!
BILL HEWSON: I think Justin Case looks at Rees' 11 championship reigns, his Sole Survivor win, all his accolades and desperately wants it for himself... "TMG?" What is "TMG?"
JACK JONES: The Millenium Game!
BILL HEWSON: --- needs to get his mind in the game LONG POND LARIAT! JAKEY WITH A HUGE LARIAT TO THE BACK OF CASE'S HEAD!
That breaks that up. Bayman Jakey checks on Rees, who just yells to "keep on 'im!" Jakey looks for another Long Pond Lariat, off the ropes --- Jeffrey Roberts trips him up! Jakey hits the canvas face-first. Roberts smiles... and a Lloyd Rees baseball slide wipes the smile off his face! Roberts into the guardrail, Rees grasps the top rope... FRESH WATER FLIP TO JEFFREY ROBERTS ON THE OUTSIDE! REES AND ROBERTS DOWN ON THE FLOOR!
In the ring, Jakey is caught by Case, who plants him with a picture-perfect Fisherman's Suplex! Hook of the leg ONE, TWO, Jakey gets the shoulder up! "JUSTIN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, THIS IS OVER!" Case goes to the top rope, with Bayman Jakey prone... what's he doing here?
BILL HEWSON: Justin Case is six-five, two-hundred sixty-five pounds, what's he doing on the top rope... HIGH RISK... SHOOTING STAR PRESS! GOOD GOD!
JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!
BILL HEWSON: SMACK ON THE CANVAS! Bayman Jakey rolled out of the way! Justin Case crashed and burned, Jakey has him --- PARADISE POWER BOMB! Face first! Case is in position near the corner, are we going to see it?
JACK JONES: NOT IF LIFE IS FAIR.
BILL HEWSON: Jakey going for the UPPER GULLIES BUM DROP!
JACK JONES: LIFE IS NOT FAIR.
Jakey climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle, readying himself for a forceful Yokozuna-style drop! On the outside, Rees and Roberts brawl! Roberts whips Rees, reversed, Roberts into the ring post! Danny Chaos is attending to them, telling both men to get back to their corners.
UPPER GULLIES BUM DROP!
CASE GETS A KNEE UP! RIGHT IN THE NUTS OF JAKEY!
Oooooooooooooh.
Jakey's face is a mask of man-pain as Case explodes with aggression, hooking the man up and DRIVING him into the mat with JUST 2 TALENTED! Case yells at the ref and hooks the leg, Chaos counts ONE, TWO, THREE! Justin Case just pinned Bayman Jakey!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners by pinfall, JUSTIN CASE and JEFFREY ROBERTS!
JACK JONES: Justin Case has spoiled the reunion of the New Found Alliance!
BILL HEWSON: With a cheap shot, right to the balls while Danny Chaos was looking the other way... and come on now, Case, you've got your first pinfall win, give it a rest!
Justin Case now throwing punches on Bayman Jakey. Referee Danny Chaos pulls Case off, asking him what the hell he's doing? Case shoves Chaos, Chaos SHOVES HIM RIGHT BACK! Case looks surprised and backs off... Chaos checks on Bayman Jakey
THE BENCHMARK ON DANNY CHAOS! And now Case pulls a nearly KOed Jakey up, going for JUST 2 TALENTED another time ...
REES FROM BEHIND ---
CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK!
REES SINKS DOWN, BODYSCISSORS, YELLING IN FURY! HE WRENCHES BACK ON JUSTIN CASE!
BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees has HAD ENOUGH of Justin Case, CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK locked in! Justin Case getting a taste of the pain Lloyd Rees so famous for dishing out here in NAPW!
JACK JONES: The match is over, there's no need for this!
BILL HEWSON: WILL you be serious?
Rees attached like a VISE on Justin Case, Case trying to fight out, but Rees WILL NOT EASE UP. On the outside, Jeffrey Roberts looks in... he rolls to the apron and to his knees inside, looking at the scene, but wait, he's not looking at Case and Rees at all. Jeffrey Roberts lights up when he spies his magazine! He cradles it to his breast, then rolls out of the ring, a look of utter relief on his face as he walks down the aisle! He is passed by NAPW security who hit the ring trying to pry Rees off of Justin Case. Bayman Jakey is down! Danny Chaos is down! Lloyd Rees has lost it on TMG!
BILL HEWSON: We have utter chaos out here... the referee, and then some! We need to take a commercial, and hopefully we'll have some sanity when we get back!
But first...
We cut to DAMAGE INC - Dorian Vade and Xavier Stone - backstage in what looks like a sectioned off portion by the back door. Vade is standing up semi pacing and Stone is sitting down on a small set of stairs.
DORIAN VADE: Last week saw the debut of Xavier Stone and I myself Dorian Vade known as yours truly... Damage Incorporated. Now when you last saw us the crowd was going wild, our music was blaring through the PA and we were getting our hands raised as we had just beaten the Tag Team Champions of the World The Freak Show right in the middle of the ring, One... Two... Three. Just like that we were on top of the world and we're the number one contenders.
Stone gets up and into the center of the shot and interrupts Vade.
XAVIER STONE: But you see with success and the highest of highs there are always gonna be those that tear you down. We hear the talk about how we were a fluke, maybe a flash in the pan or that maybe... just maybe we got lucky. Well I guess next week we'll know the answer to that... now Freak Show you guys are the Tag Team Champions and from what I hear one of the most dominant Teams in the NAPW of all time but you see the mistake you two made was not taking us seriously and that cost you that match. So April thirteenth we meet again and this time its for real, THIS TIME we go toe to toe with the champs, THIS TIME we get our hands raised ONCE AGAIN, but this time Championship Gold will be inside...OUR HANDS!
DORIAN VADE: Freak Show, better be careful out there and not..mess up, because just one mistake and its going to cost you your belts...you like that?
XAVIER STONE: Yea, I like me that.
Fade to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
FRANK WARBURTON: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS NEXT MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND A TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!As the bell rings we see the Saviors jump the railing and hop into the ring. Gravy Jones snaps the microphone away from Frank Warburton.
GRAVY JONES: Please allow ourselves to introduce... Ourselves, you see we are not your average muscle bound, small brained, small in the trousers run of the mill dumb pro wrestlers no. We are the future! We are the unsung heroes of this once great sport of wrestling! Let me introduce to you, my name is GRRRAAVVYYY JONES!! and my partner STEVE Canevie!! We are The Saviors of Semi Professional Backyard WRRESTLI...
"GOOD FIGHT" by Creed hits the speakers and sends the crowd into a frenzy as The O'Connor Boys step out of the entrance way!
FRANK WARBURTON: And the opponents weighing in at a combined weight of 300 pounds They are brothers Seamus and Sean, The O'Connor Boys!
BILL HEWSON: Here come The O'Connors... and I don't think they have forgotten about The Saviors costing them the Tag Team titles a couple weeks back.
JACK JONES: They don't know what they are dealing with Bill. The Saviors are complete unknowns to the NAPW and I think they have that Ace up their sleeve.
The O'Connors hit the ring and Sean starts the match against Gravy, DING, DING, DING
Sean and Gravy tie up and Sean pushes him to the ground quickly and Gravy gets back up looking around, Sean hits a series of punches and sends Gravy to the mat with a powerslam, Gravy gets back up and receives a series of stiff chops that propels him back into his own corner where he makes the tag to Canevie.
BILL HEWSON: And now the quick tag to Canevie and he sheepishly steps into the ring, I think the Saviors are now realizing exactly what they are in for.
JACK JONES: Come on Canevie show those those micks how you do it --- Backyard Style!
Canevie runs at Sean full steam only to get lifted in the air for a HUGE back body drop! Sean pick him up and sends him into The O' Connors corner where he gives him three stiff chops, Sean tags in Seamus and he delivers some more chops before Gravy runs in and tries to dropkick Seamus from behind. Seamus side-steps, and he turns around and gives Gravy a toss to the outside! Sean comes in and they give Canevie a double spinning roundhouse kick, pick him up for a double headbutt and he is cold on the mat.
BILL HEWSON: The O'Connors are just decimating The Saviors, I think they are trying to make a point --- and send them back to the yard!
JACK JONES: Welcome to the NAPW kids!
Gravy runs back in and gets double dropkicked for his trouble. He's shunted chest-first over the bottom rope by Seamus...
Sean follows up with the BUSHMILLS DRILL! 619!
Gravy is flattened, in position for Seamus to deliver... IRISH INSIGNIA!
Seamus nails it beautifully. They send Gravy back outside, they're not done. The O'Connor Boys set up Steve Canevie...
IRISH CARBOMB!
Devastating! Pinfall ONE, TWO, THREE!
FRANK WARBURTON: Your winners of the match, Sean and Seamus..The O'Connor Boys!
BILL HEWSON: Mercifully that one is over
JACK JONES: I haven't seen a beating like that since The O'Connors met their step daddy
BILL HEWSON: Will you give me a break?
The O'Connors celebrate in the ring as The Saviors are out of it.
BILL HEWSON: Welcome to NAPW, Saviors... we now go backstage where Josh Reynolds is with the 2010 Canada Cup winner, STEVE PARKER. Josh?
JOSH REYNOLDS: Thanks, Bill. Right now, I'm standing by with this year's Canada Cup winner and the first man in New Alberta Pro Wrestling history to win both the Cup and the Battlebowl. Of course, ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about...
A blue sleeved-arm flashes into view, the hand holding... a stand, of some sort? The stand plops down between Josh and the empty space on screen right. Josh rolls his eyes as Steve Parker, suit and all, cautiously steps into the shot and places the Canada Cup on it's platform. Parker ducks back out, then returns with his awards, one in each arm. Josh nods, then continues, his voice with a heavy tone of sarcasm.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Mr. Parker, a pleasure as always.
Parker shoots Josh a glare.
STEVE PARKER: That's the Two-Time Award, Battlebowl AND Canada Cup Winning Star Spangled Sensation, Steve Parker, to you, pal! In fact, I should make you address me as such from now on, but then you'd be hogging up all of the air time, just how you like it.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Alright, anyway, first off, congratulations on winning the Canada Cup. An impressive feat, considering your opponents, and perhaps made more so by the fact that it was back to back with your Battlebowl victory this past Fall.
Josh starts to lead into a question, but Parker cuts him off.
STEVE PARKER: So is your question, "How are you so amazing, Two-Time Award, Battlebowl AND Canada Cup Winning Star-Spangled Sensation, Steve Parker?" You see, Josh, like I said before, destiny was calling me, summoning me to the top of the heap here in the NAPW, and there wasn't anything Jeffery Roberts, Seamus O'Connor, or Donovan Astros could do about it. Hey, wait, since I defeated Astros, shouldn't that make me the Heritage Champion again by default?
Josh starts to answer...
STEVE PARKER: You know what? Don't worry about answering that, because I have bigger fish to fry. Next week, right here on my home away from home, NAPW on TFN, I've got my chance to expose the biggest sham in professional wrestling today, "The Show" Chad Kurtis, and take the title that is rightfully mine. The only thing that makes this any sweeter is that the two of us are going to be locked in a steel cage. Nowhere to run, Chad, nowhere to hide. Hopefully, that'll keep your buddies from the circus from trying any funny stuff, but after seeing the stunt they pulled on Demo Man last week, I'm not so sure they won't try to work something out...
JOSH REYNOLDS: Which brings us to my next question about that same thing...
STEVE PARKER: You know, you're a lot easier to get along with when you keep that pie-hole shut. If there was any doubt about Chad Kurtis only caring about himself, if there was any reason NOT to think that he has sided with those freaks to keep the belt on him, it should have been all wiped away. First, Zouave poisons the big dummy, then Chad takes advantage of a man who had no business being in the ring. You know, children were watching that! Trying to enjoy wholesome family entertainment, but instead, they see cookies getting tossed. Now, we see that Chad Kurtis is truly a man capable of doing ANYTHING. Thing is, though, I am prepared for anything, so bring everything you've got, bring EVERYONE you've got, 'cause I'll be waiting, and I will take what's mine. The One Man Dynasty... is looking to expand.
Parker starts to disassemble his setup as the camera zooms in on Josh to wrap things up.
JOSH REYNOLDS: Well, there you have it. Don't forget to tune in next week here on The Fight Network to see "The Star Spangled Sensation" Steve Parker against "The Show" Chad Kurtis for the NAPW World Title... this time, in a Cage Match, winner take all!
From out of the shot, Parker's hand enters the shot again, holding the Cup's stand out for Josh to hold onto. Josh just stares at it for a couple of seconds, after which the hand starts slowly shaking for emphasis. Josh sighs. Fade to commercial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BILL HEWSON: Hello wrestling fans and welcome back to NAPW on TFN! I'm Bill Hewson and if you're just joining us you missed a HELLACIOUS tag team match that saw Justin Case and Jeffrey Roberts defeat the New Found Alliance of Lloyd Rees and Bayman Jakey... and then Lloyd Rees snapped after the match and locked Case in the Conception Bay Chinlock. Right now, we are just moments away from an announcement from one of NAPW's longest-running members.JACK JONES: Bruce Richards has been an EMBARASSMENT to this company in recent months, dragging his reputation and his name through the dirt.
BILL HEWSON: Now Jack Attack, I wouldn't go that far...
JACK JONES: Really? How far would you go, Hewson?
BILL HEWSON: ...like I said: moments away from--
"NO-ONE'S GONNA TAKE ME ALIVE!"
The crowd A-SPLODE when they hear a song they haven't heard for a long, long time. And then, when they see the man come out from behind the curtain, they start a chant!
"BEAST! BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!"
That's right. It's Bruce THE BEAST Richards. He's still got the suit, but it's less subdued, and he's got the black Tombstone hat and the black duster overtop. And he looks MAD. The fans are leaning out over the barricade, trying to get a high-five or some kind of acknowledgement, but The Beast is determined to get to that ring. When he gets there, he stands in the middle of the ring until the chants die down, and then he pulls out a microphone.
BRUCE RICHARDS: My name is Bruce Richards. And I have to tell you people, I am feeling a little...angry. I am angry that I had to deal with a hairy Moosejavian jackass last week. I am angry that my head got so screwed around that I now find myself at the BOTTOM of the NAPW rankings. And I am angry that I had to spend five months losing match after match before I wised up to what the hell was going on. And do you know what?
The crowd answers in unison: "WHAT?" And then, Bruce's face cracks, and he brings out the predatory, shark-like grin that has been missing for months.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I am starting to really LIKE feeling this way.
The crowd goes ORANGE JULIUS!
BILL HEWSON: The Beast is BACK, Jack Attack!
JACK JONES: Yeah, yeah, you're a poet, Bruce is The Beast, the fans are idiots. Business as usual.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I'm not going to talk this to death. I'm back. I'm angry. And I plan on turning the car wreck that was once my career around and driving right back to the top of the hill. And to anyone who thinks that they can get in my way. Anyone who faced me lately and thinks they know what to expect. You don't. Because I am Bruce "The Beast" Richards. And you can NEVER trust The Beast.
BRUCE RICHARDS: But one thing I have to make perfectly clear. I know what you're all thinking. Now that The Beast is back, and after that altercation I had with Kyle Roberts, you're thinking--
Whatever The Beast was about to say is cut off by some loud music. Amon Amarth, to be exact. Bruce drops the microphone from his mouth, looking upset, and the crowd is confused for a moment. But not for long, because--
JACK JONES: What the... I'LL BE GOD-DAMNED!
A man. Skinny. Messy Mustache. Viking Helmet. Barely coherent. Stumbles out into the entrance way with a huge cannon. Seriously?
BRUCE RICHARDS: What the hell?
BILL HEWSON: Now wait a minute! That's Chaz McBungle from BLOOD HARVEST!
SPLOOOOOOUUUUGGGGGGG Chaz shoots "blood" out of the cannon all over the crowd, completely distracting them from The Beast.
JACK JONES: Bahahah! YES! Here they come!
Oh yes. Like clowns out of an Austin Mini; James Blackpool, Daniel Killroy and Roger Malone - The "Greatest Canadian Death Metal Band Of All Time EVER" - assembles themselves at the entrance way. BLOOD HARVEST is BACK. Each of them doused in corpse paint, stage gear and of course that look of metal purity on their faces. Chaz shuts the "blood valve" off and joins his band mates. The crowd is in shock, and some of them are livid that they are covered in that red substance.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Blah Blah Deep Growl Blaaaaaaaaah.
The crowd unleashes a heavy chorus of boos. Roger waves to the crowd thanking them for their kindness. Kisses. Kisses.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Are you finished "Breast"? Because seriously, I don't think I can take another minute of your voice. You sound like someone set Phil Collins on fire.
More boos. A few chuckles, but only from the band members and Jack Jones.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: I could give a toss about how you're "back," and you're angry and you wear hats that make Goth Metal bands jealous. You're still a bottom feeding stage rat that just hangs around until someone gives him a crumb. There are more important matters that need to be heard... like... WEEEE'RE BAAAAAAAAAACK!
More boos.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: I know, I know. You missed us. Hell, I missed us. And I am US!
Already Daniel is shaking his head in disbelief at James. No matter, James is to busy being a pompous jerk.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Now I know, you were out here last week touting about returning to the St. Anger or something. Even though I'm pretty sure Metallica covered that, and it was awful anyway, so really it's no shame that we've decided to come out here. Then of course, that guy came out, what was his name?
DANIEL KILLROY: Kyle Roberts?
JAMES BLACKPOOL: That's the one. Uncle Diddles.
James pauses for a moment.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Wait, weren't you and Diddles part of a tag team once? What was it again? The NAIDX? Pfffft. That sounds more like a nasal spray than a tag team. Now shut your damn mouth and let a group of REAL wrestlers have the spotlight. Hit the bricks!
Bruce Richards doesn't budge. He doesn't even flinch really, and why would he? It's just James.
DANIEL KILLROY: Truth is "Breast", you being back just makes it more interesting that we're here. You see, we were out on the road, we were busting eardrums and winning over crowds each and every night with the awesomeness that is Blood Harvest, but we felt like we were missing something. We felt like no matter how heavy and crushing we were on stage, we still weren't crushing skulls like we were in NAPW. And what better way to make our return then to walk out here and tell you how much a loser you really are? After all, we are former NAPW Tag Team Champions.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Maybe you remember us then? The GREATEST TAG TEAM OF ALL TIME. EVER. We were great before we even assembled!
DANIEL KILLROY: And as I recall, YOU somehow managed to win a title or something. Maybe that was Gasfarm? I have no idea, and I really don't care. You and your team were nothing more than an overrated Hair Metal band who should have hung it up long before you won your second tag team title. We all know The New and Improved DX sucked, but as with mainstream music, the shittiest people become famous. Enter you and Roberts. Who by the way, is a hack and a loser.
VOICE: Whoa! WhoawhoawhoaWHOA!
At the entrance curtain, stands Stylin' Kyle, dressed in jeans and a Secret Machines t-shirt.
BILL HEWSON: Kyle Roberts? What's HE doing here?
STYLIN' KYLE: I was back for one more night, just hanging backstage and was going to give a parting gift to a few of the people I still know here in NAPW. You know, for Donnie Astros, a gift certificate to Gold's Gym. Come on buddy, you know you could use it. And then all I hear is some wailing and screeching, and not the good kind. No, I'm talking whatever the hell rejects you guys are. Seriously, are they making FUBAR 3? But we're not talking awesome sequels like Return of the Jedi, no, you guys are the usual sequels like Leprechaun: Leprechaun in the Hood.
He starts walking down the aisle.
DANIEL KILLROY: Oh look, a fur ball. I don't think we asked for your input there Furby.
STYLIN' KYLE: Well, it WASN'T any of my business. I mean, if anyone's going to rag on Bruce, I'll pull up a chair and get some popcorn. But THEN you had to mention me.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Who the hell are you again?
STYLIN' KYLE: Or, you weren't aware? Pleased to meet you. Won't you guess my name?
Some guys in the crowd start "whoo whoo"ing.
STYLIN' KYLE: 'Cause what's botherin' you is gonna be my size 13 up your ass.
DANIEL KILLROY: No, no, guys, I know who this groupie is. This is the former tag champ and current chump, Kyle Roberts.
Kyle mock-curtseys.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: This is Uncle Diddles? I thought he'd be taller.
STYLIN' KYLE: Sorry to rain on your parade, muchachas. I'm all for a bit of taking Bruce down a peg. But when you start saying that the New and Improved D-X was shit, well, I was a big part of that dynasty. And nobody, and I mean, NObody, will EVER get to the levels that Bruce and I did in this company.
DANIEL KILLROY: You're ancient history. Before Bruce completely wussed out, where were you?
STYLIN' KYLE: The Left Coast, bitch! You know, where SUCCESSFUL bands go? And then I came back to make Bruce awesome again. And NAPW couldn't pay me enough money to do that task justice.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You and I need to have a talk.
JAMES BLACKPOOL: First of all, we're the greatest band to every make sound! Left coast! Right coast! Y-Axis Coas..
STYLIN' KYLE: Look, junior! Let the big boys talk. You go back to master that ever-elusive third chord.
ROGER MALONE: I'll shred on your face you son of a bitch! You think you're hot shit? I'm the only Hot Shit around these parts!
STYLIN' KYLE: Hardly, a lukewarm shit at best.
DANIEL KILLROY: Tell you what, Roberts. If you think you can lose the ring rust? Then me and my boys will take you and that lame-ass fake cowboy (BLEEP) you call for a partner on any time, anywhere.
STYLIN' KYLE: Oh, it's on, bitches! I don't NEED Bruce, but I can show you I haven't missed a step.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Nobody said Kyle and I were teaming up again.
DANIEL KILLROY: What's the matter, Breast? You scared? You (BLEEP) should be!
ROGER MALONE: Or maybe you aren't the big scary beast you pretend to be. Maybe you're the same scared little bitch you were before you took out your frustrations on a hairy sasquatch who hasn't seen the inside of a wrestling ring in six months.
Bruce's eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. Then, he looks at Kyle, who just shrugs his shoulders.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Fine. You want it? You got it. Next week. BLOOD HARVEST... versus...
THE NEW & IMPROVED D-X!
The crowd cheers their throats sore at the challenge. Roger looks at Daniel and James who are chomping at the bit. He whispers "Really? We're fighting THEM? Shit..."
JAMES BLACKPOOL: Oooooh I'm so scared. The New and Improved DinkX are making their glorious return. Ooo AHHH. You chumps are going to be sent back to the ice age, where the rest of the fossils rest. HORNS!
Blood Harvest raise their horns in the air. Richards just stares. Roberts gives the "Hang-Ten" sign.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I'm looking forward to it.
FOO FIGHTERS! "LOW!" The crowd goes bananas as the old NAIDX theme blasts from the PA! Kyle and Bruce stare down the cocky Blood Harvest!
BILL HEWSON: I can't believe it! BLOOD HARVEST are back... and SO ARE THE NEW & IMPROVED D-X! Don't you DARE miss next week! But still to come tonight it will be "BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE taking on the CANADIAN HERITAGE CHAMPION DONOVAN ASTROS --- and it's NEXT.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
An NAPW on TFN banner fills the screen. The camera pans out and we see the NAPW Tag Team Champions are front and center, the belts placed firmly and proudly around their waists. The Freak and Shut Down start to clap slowly.THE FREAK: Congratulations Damage Inc, you two managed to survive a match with the most dominant tag team in the NAPW today.
SHUT DOWN: Somehow you managed earn yourselves a pinfall victory against us and as a reward, another match with us. This time however, you have a shot at the big prize. You get play another game against the carnies; and like all other games against our ilk, the deck is stacked against you.
THE FREAK: Just like the marks we used to con out of their life savings on the midway, we've let you believe that winning the big prize is possible by giving you a little taste of victory; only to keep you playing long enough for us to rip you off.
SHUT DOWN: Next week, it Damage Inc versus The Freak Show: round two; and much like the first time, we will dominate you. We will humiliate you. Only this time, we're not playing around. This time we take everything from you.
THE FREAK: No before you open you mouths and say something stupid, we already know you pinned us. We know that miracles happen. But we never make the same mistake twice.
SHUT DOWN: So come on down, you got lucky once.
THE FREAK: Now it's time to test your skill.
Cut back to ringside...
"Unbelievable" hits into the speaker system and the crowd hits Bobby Crane with a shower of boos.
FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CANADIAN HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first from Hollywood, California, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is "BEAUTIFUL" BOBBY CRANE!
Bobby steps up the ring steps, through the ropes and into the ring.
"All Eyez On Me" and the crowd change their reaction to cheers as from the back, belt over his left shoulder, is the Heritage Champion, Donovan Astros.
FRANK WARBURTON: Now introducing from Los Angeles, California, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty-one pounds, he is your NAPW Heritage Champion... "THE GREATEST WRESTLER ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH" DONOVAN ASTROS!
The cheers wash over Donovan as he walks to the ring, his eyes on Bobby Crane in the ring. Donovan is in the ring, never taking his eyes off of Crane as he hands his belt to Referee John Sharplin.
DING DING DING
Astros charges in with a fist right to the beautiful face of Bobby Crane sending him back towards the corner. Astros with a forearm shot that rocks the head of Crane back on his neck. Astros continues the assault with a kick to Crane's midsection before tossing him out of the corner with a vertical suplex. Astros stalks over to Crane, stomp to the head before picking him up.
BILL HEWSON: Last week, Donovan Astros suffered his first loss of 2010, losing to Steve Parker in the finals of the 2010 Canada Cup. The perfectionist Astros taking some of that disappointment out on Bobby Crane here tonight... Astros does NOT want to lose the Heritage Title just one week later!
JACK JONES: Astros may get disqualified here, bet he'd like that.
BILL HEWSON: Title does not change hands on a disqualification or count-out, but Donovan Astros, for all his faults, is a proud man... he wants to WIN this match, not escape it.
Astros lifts Crane up, slamming him into the corner with a toss, before charging in with a decapitating clothesline that nearly flips Crane out of the ring. Astros rams his shoulder into Bobby's gut before lifting him onto his shoulder --- running powerslam into the center of the ring! Astros with an elbow drop to Crane's beautiful face that allows him to knock Crane into woozy places. Astros laughs at Crane as he picks him up, whip into the ropes. Crane with a reversal and Donovan is in the ropes.
JACK JONES: Crane on the offense! Here we go!
BOOT.
JACK JONES: Or not.
Now it's Donovan off the ropes, lifted knee into Bobby's midsection bends him back over. Donovan lifts Bobby up, stalling vertical suplex. Crane is slammed down into the canvas with a loud thunk on the mat. Astros pulls Crane up, but Bobby counters into a hammerlock, Astros shoves backwards. Crane is slammed back first into the corner. Astros grabs an over the shoulder three quarter facelock, he runs out of the corner, Diamond Cutter from Donovan has Crane hurting early on. Astros pulls Crane up, forearm to the face, chop to the chest. Astros seems to like that, the crowd does as well as they let out a loud "Wooooo!". Astros with another chop, a third, and a fourth. Crane's chest is looking like a red mass of raw steak, Astros with arunning shoulder block that slams Crane into the corner again. Astros comes with a clothesline.
BILL HEWSON: We've got to step away for a commercial --- the Heritage Champion in firm control!
We go to commercial as Bobby Crane rolls out of the ring, fanning himself and looking up to Astros in the ring.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BILL HEWSON: We are back, and Beautiful Bobby Crane has the Canadian Heritage Champion DonovanAstros in a chinlock.JACK JONES: No doubt, Crane has dominated right after we left for commercial.
BILL HEWSON: I wouldn't call it that. Bobby Crane caught Astros with a stungun, dropping the champ right on the top rope, almost by accident. Otherwise this match has been all champion!
Crane loosens one hand, slapping Astros across the face mockingly as he yells insults at the Heritage Champion. Crane yells out to the crowd before sitting back on the hold, nearly ripping Astros' head off of his body. Crane pounds with an elbow before locking the chinlock in again, pulling back even further. Astros reaches the ropes, Sharplin does the five count, reaching four before Crane releases the submission. Astros is on his knees, Bobby with a knee to the face. He pulls Donovan up to his feet, boot to the midsection, DDT on the canvas. Crane isn't finished as he lifts Astros up to his feet, whip into the corner and Astros slams chest first into the paddings. Crane there with a forearm smash right into the back of Donovan's neck before he slams Donovan's face into the top turnbuckle. Crane lifts Donovan up to the top turnbuckle, superplex from the top turnbuckle and Astros is laid out in the center of the ring. Bobby cockily walks over for his opponent.
BILL HEWSON: Bobby may want to hurry his non-chalant ways.
JACK JONES: Why should he? Crane has the champ beat!
BILL HEWSON: Haven't you ever noticed that every time you say something like that... IT'S NEVER TRUE?
JACK JONES: No. Why?
BILL HEWSON: ...
Bobby lifts Donovan up, Fisherman's suplex! Crane makes a surpisingly casual cover, one, two, Astros kicks out. Bobby seems to be toying with Astros now, forearm to the face before locking in a side headlock. Astros shoves his elbow into Crane's ribs, the hold is loosened. Another elbow breaks the hold, and Astros is in the ropes. Dropkick sends Astros down, but Bobby is there with a smirk on his face, pullling him back up.
BILL HEWSON: Bobby Crane now in control of the contest, but he needs to stay focused.
Crane lifts Donovan up, suplex style, but Donovan counters with an inverted DDT taking Crane's head into the canvas. Donovan lays there catching his breath as Sharplin begins the ten count. John reaches seven when Astros pulls himself up to his feet, Crane is on one knee. Astros runs off the ropes, leaping into the air, using his leg to slam Crane's face right into the canvas with a big time knockout blow. Astros hooks the leg as Sharplin slides into position.
One...
Two...
Crane with a shoulder up, Astros can't believe it but this punk from Hollywood is still in this match up. Donovan pulls Bobby up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner, Crane reverses. No wait, Donovan reverses again and John Sharplin is on the receiving end of Beautiful Bobby Crane slamming into him in the corner. John Sharplin sags down in the corner, then falls to one side out cold.
BILL HEWSON: Sharplin is out cold!
JACK JONES: Get him Bobby, all my money is on you!
Bobby turns around, a smirk on his face until Donovan wipes the smirk away with the Astrolabe! Donovan is the one smiling now as he locks on the Martyr's Cross in the very center of the ring. Bobby is screaming in pain as Donovan grunts from the extra effort he is putting into the hold.
BILL HEWSON: Is that Bobby squealing like a pig?
JACK JONES: No, sure isn't it is that little kid over there, wanting his fifth cheeseburger.
BILL HEWSON: Astros could have this won... he does! BOBBY CRANE IS TAPPING OUT...
JACK JONES: ...but there's no REF. Ha!
Bobby reaches out, his fist clenched, the hand drops once. Bobby pulls it back up, he drops it again, faster this time. Bobby Crane is tapping out to the Martyr's Cross, but it does no good as John Sharplin is still out in the corner. The fans are yelling to wake him up, but it does no good and Crane is still tapping out, but the fist dropping is picking up speed as well as the squealing is picking up intensity. Donovan looks over, he sees John still out in the corner. Martyr's Cross dropped.
JACK JONES: Can't win a match without a referee you dummy.
BILL HEWSON: That is why he is getting Sharplin awake.
Sharplin is beginning to stir, but his eyes are still closed. A fist comes in between Donovan's legs, he doesn't see it, but he dang sure feels it as the balled fist drives home right into Donovan's Cannonballs. Donovan turns green, holding at himself, but Bobby slams another punch home into the cannonballs for good measure. Sharplin sees nothing. Bobby spins the now sick and greenish looking Astros around, boot to the midsection. He sets him up for the pedigree that he calls the Beautiful Letdown.
JACK JONES: BEAUTIFUL LETDOWN! Somebody call your grandma!
BILL HEWSON: After not one, but two low blows. What a disgrace!
Bobby pulls Sharplin towards the cover, waking him up more along the way. Crane hooks the leg as Sharplin counts slowly while blinking the daze out of his eyes.
One...
Crane is urging him to hurry up, but John is counting as fast as his brain will process right now.
Two...
Crane is impatient for John to count, yelling insults at him.
Threkickout!
Crane's mouth drops open in surprise, which quickly turns to fury as he stares at John Sharplin. Crane pulls him up, his mouth forming the words, "I'll put you away this time." Crane whips Donovan into the corner. Crane climbs up, looking for the full-on Beautiful Letdown, he is intending on putting the resilient Astros away this time, for good. But instead, Astros pushes Crane up, sending Crane over the top rope... but Crane manages to land on the ring apron.
Crane ducks through the ropes back in, Astros snags him! Concussion Cannon! Bobby is out, he is out cold! Astros drags Bobby to center ring, locking on the MARTYR'S CROSS! Crane immediately begins to squeal like a pig on slaughtering day, but struggling towards the ropes and safety. John Sharplin is right there on top of the action. The crowd goes silent...
BILL HEWSON: Who?
Big boot kick right to the head of Donovan Astros from a big seven foot tall giant of a man.
JACK JONES: Is that?
John Sharplin calls for the bell, it begins to ring furiously.
DING DING DING DING DING DING
FRANK WARBURTON: Winner of the match as a result of a disqualification and STIIIIIIILL Heritage Champion, Donovan Astros!
That doesn't matter right now as Bobby Crane snatches the belt from the timekeeper's table. Inside the ring, the big man lifts Donovan's limp body up. HUGE press slam from nearly eight feet up! The big man picks Donovan up again, no expression on his face as he holds Donovan's hands behind his back. Bobby Crane is back in the ring, Heritage belt in hand.
BILL HEWSON: Oh My God! Belt shot right to the face!
JACK JONES: Donovan is busted wide open!
Crane looks down at the Heritage Championship, he holds it high up over head as the big man just stands there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
BILL HEWSON: What does this mean for NAPW?!
JACK JONES: We are out of time, that's what it means! For Bill Hewson this is Jack "Attack" Jones saying SEE YA --- wouldn't wanna BE YA!
BILL HEWSON: Will you be serious?
Fade out on Bobby Crane standing over Donovan Astros, a slab of a man standing behind him, the fans booing...
Lights down.