Posted by Northern Pro Wrestling on 10/19/2002, 6:10 pm LESTER: Uh-mmm-rghh? LESLIE: Are you having troubles, Lester? You seem distracted. LESLIE: That's sweet, Lester; it almost makes you seem cute. Almost. Bash just stares, his mouth wide open. Leslie politely pushes up Lester's jaw with her hand, closing his mouth with a little click. LESLIE: It's rude to stare, Lester. And to gape at women, like a goldfish. LESTER: It's just that, "almost cute" is the closest I've come to getting a compliment from a woman. Ever. LESLIE: That's sad. But hey, let's call this match, shall we? LESTER: Sure thing, Leslie, baby! LESLIE: Don't get too confident, little man; I've clawed up the faces of men, too good for you to even lick their jockstraps! LESTER: Hey - I take offense to that! I'm good enough to lick any man's jockstrap! Leslie looks at Bash, as it finally sinks in as to what he's just said. The dorky son of Chief NPW Referee, DAN BASH, gets beet-red with embarrassment. Trying to stay professional, and save what shred of dignity he might have, Lester gets serious. LESTER: Okay, enough chit-chat, we've got a very important match here. Leslie, if you please? Leslie gets up, and grabs the house mic. LESLIE: Hello, Moose Jaw! The cheers are deafening, as Leslie flashes a gorgeous smile. LESLIE: I'm sorry you've been forced to listen to that little skank ARIEL MACE this evening, so let's see if I can't show you how a real woman entertains the wrestling masses! Mixed reaction to that comment, but Leslie is undaunted. LESLIE: Our next match, scheduled for one fall, is for the prestigious Big West Wrestling Championship! Entering the ring first, he is the challenger; hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing three hundred and twenty-four pounds... A mixed reaction from the crowd, as the house lights go out. As all eyes stare at the ramp, a single strobe light flashes down on the entranceway into the arena. As the words "Violent Ferocity" flash by on the NorthernTron, an ominous smoke begins to seep in, filling the top of the ramp, until the entire entranceway is covered in smoke. The light still flashes above this haze. The drums steadily rock the arena, as Rob Brimstone steps in from backstage, alone! No Cage Pearce, no fellow Loose Cannons; just one big man onn an even bigger mission. The flashbulbs go off, as Metallica's "Sad But True" starts up. The NorthernTron shows off Rob's brutal antics: tossing Bud Morgan off a cherry picker; competing in a Hardcore Ladder Race; winning an Inferno Match. Shots of Brimstone using a steel chair on various opponents flash by, in time with the drum beat. #They Rob steps through the light and smoke, head down and stepping slowly and deliberately. He stops, eerily raising his head and slowly casting his icy steel gaze upon the crowd, making the belt motion around his waist. #Sad But True As Rob takes his first steps towards the ring, pyrotechnics go off around him, as the song continues to blare. Wearing his trademark black pants and boots, and a “Loose Cannons?t-shirt, Rob looks confident, but you can tell the “sophomore phenom?is practically bursting with nervous tension. #Do Brimstone is in no hurry to make his way to the ring. His stare remains locked on the ring now, as he takes long, slow strides. As he makes his way down the ramp, the lights facing down the ramp light up, when he passes by. As he reaches the ring, the few lights above illuminate the mat. The chorus blares through the arena. #I'm your dream, mind astray #Sad But True Rob strides to the ring. Reaching up and grabbing the top rope, Rob pulls himself up onto the apron. Pushing the top strand down, he steps over it and into the ring. As the young giant walks to the center of the ring, he refuses to acknowledge the fans and their mixed reaction. Instead, he steps to the corner and waits for the song to finish, his face a mask of intensity and raw nerves. #I'm your dream #You know it's sad but true LESTER: Without a doubt, fans, this is the biggest match of Rob Brimstone's career. In just two years, Rob has held many titles, most notably in his former home of NPW. But now, as one of the top stars in Big West Wrestling, Brimstone has a chance to lead the charge against Northern Pro and the Coalition itself, as we build up to the "November Pain" pay-per-view! Suddenly, a huge howl resonates throughout the building, as the fans turn to watch the arrival of Rob's opponent. Over the loudspeakers blares a short guitar-riff and the tapping of a high-hat cymbal, before Trooper breaks into "Raise A Little Hell." LESLIE: And his opponent, the first and only Big West Wrestling Champion! He hails from Edmonton, Alberta, and weighs in at two hundred and fifty-three pounds; he is... Many of the Moose Jaw faithful start howling, as Leslie over-emphasizes Eric's last name. The bulk of the arena cheers for the most dominant force in Big West history; a sea of Wolf posters wave in the crowd, as the Champion steps up from backstage. Wolf enters, the Big West Title around his waist, and his hair wet and slicked back. Wearing his traditional black trunks with shiny blue accents, Wolf steps out on the ramp. He makes the sign of "The wolf" with his little fingers together and his thumbs out, as many of the fans at ringside - and throughout the arena - flash the symbol back at him. #Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell Suddenly, DOMINIC DEMONSTONE and NICK BRUBAKER sneak out of the back, and make a beeline for Wolf! In the ring, Brimstone reacts, stepping forth and yelling at his stablemates to back off. Wolf turns, ready to fight, as CAGE PEARCE runs out from the back, as well! Wolf is about to attack, when Pearce grabs both of his charges by the arm, and tries to drag them back up the ramp. LESTER: We've got a real commotion starting to brew here, fans! What tricks do the Loose Cannons have up their sleeves, tonight? The BWW Frasier Valley Tag Team Champions turn as one, looking at Pearce with confused looks. Pearce says something our cameras can't pick up, but it does the trick: Nick nods, while Dominic just shrugs; and all three head back up the ramp. Wolf, watches them go, then turns back and heads toward the ring. #Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell LESTER: And here comes the Champion! The most accomplished wrestler in Big West, the man who many believe is the heart and soul of our company. But his leadership has been questioned in the past few months, with the biggest doubts coming from Rob Brimstone himself. Tonight, Eric Wolf will attempt to squash any doubts, once and for all!
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We return following another brief add for "November Pain" in two weeks, and the regular Northern Pro announce team has been replaced with the Big West commentating duo of LESTER BASH and LESLIE STANTON. Lester, dressed in his too-small powder-blue tuxedo, is having a hard time seeing through his Coke-bottle glasses, as they seemed to be fogged up. And so they should be: Leslie's red-on-black BWW crop-top, too-tight black leather pants, and long blonde hair are to die for - even for a real man.
LESTER: It's just that you're so pretty.
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