Posted by NPW on 9/23/2003, 12:53 am WONDERFUL: Hey fans, Captain Wonderful here, and I'm about to grab a long-awaited interview with NPW's hottest new acquisition, Flare! [We that, he knocks on the door. Immediately, the door swings open, showing Flare to have been standing behind it in a pose.] FLARE: HELLLLLLOOOOOO CALGARY! FLARE [turning his head to the side and shouting]: WHO'S THE BEST?! FLARE: Damn straight. Hey Wonderful, nice mask. I've got a lot to get off my chest so let's get right down to business. First off, it kicks ass to be wrestling IN MY HOME PROVINCE! FLARE: Not only that, but I'm teaming with one of the greatest legends of all time, Calvin Astroth! FAT, GOOFY-MUSTACHED VOICE FROM BEHIND THE DOOR: AAAHHHH!!! COBRAS!!! WONDERFUL: ... cobras? FLARE: Night terrors, he's been in the fetal position since I started throwing pants at him. WONDERFUL: Uhm, right. Any thoughts on your opponents? FLARE: Well, Rock Machine - good luck to you, looking forwards to stepping in the ring, I'm a fan. On Biscuits... well I think I owe Biscuits a little payback for a few cheap chair shots. Timmy, you know how damn good I am... Louie, just watch. And touch my ass and you'll be pissing out of your ear. The hottest thing to hit the NPW is gonna be holding titles in TWO federations after this match. [Flare pats the BWWa Silver Dollar championship proudly displayed on his waist.] WONDERFUL: Do yo--- FLARE: And THEN we come to Angelina Bishop, Direwolf, and the entire old school vs. new school whatever. Look, we all know that I'm the future here - but I'm going to let everyone know that I am a wrestler. First and foremost. I am a second generation wrestler trained in the old school traditions of this province. I might be the most entertaining thing to ever hit your TV, but that's secondary. I AM A WRESTLER. Let nobody ever forget that, and tonight, when I'm sitting back in Cowtown enjoying a Grasshopper - one of the NPW Tag Titles is going to be strapped -firmly- around my waist. [Flare takes a breath, and runs a hand through his hair.] FLARE: Bishop, I appreciate your support, but you betrayed the BWWa. You will NEVER be forgiven for that, and I am your enemy so long as I breathe. Anything else, Wonderful? WONDERFUL: Erm, what about Megaera? FLARE: Forget that b###h, let's talk about Tisiphone! Hey Tis, you're cute, but you don't pick up the phone. You'll get my cell number later on tonight, and maybe we can have a beer? You haven't had beer until you've had Big Rock. And Megaera? We'll meet again, and unlike that dogmatic hairy a[BLEEP!]hole you're facing tonight, I don't have a problem beating the living hell out of you. But anyways, enough of that. Fans, get prepared to see the BEST DAMN NEW TAG CHAMPION IN THE HISTORYYYYY - [Flare shoots Wonderful the wink and the gun, and closes the door in his face.] WONDERFUL: Well then, strong words from Flare! Let's head back ringside! ANGELINA BISHOP [to herself] : Pity about that... [As Angelina turns away, Joseph Rose stalks past her, heading towards a car in the interior garage. Mumbling to himself about the ineptness of referees, he pauses to find the key to the rental car door.] ANGELINA BISHOP : Leaving so soon, Mister Rose? [The camera - and Rose's gaze - turns to find the NPW Commissioner stepping towards him. A light smile on her face, she puts forth a pleasant demeanour. Rose scowls back.] JOSEPH ROSE : I think I've proven my point about the referees around here, Bishop. I'm going back on vacation. BISHOP : I'm sorry to hear that. I'd hoped we could talk business for a moment. ROSE [unlocking his car] : Why would I want to do that? You're the Commissioner of a company that's tried to screw me over since the day I arrived. What Dan Bash did - BISHOP : The elder Bash is no longer the Chief Official of this promotion, Joseph. Bill Blatts now holds that position. And as far as "screwing you over" goes... I couldn't agree more. ROSE [hesitating] : How's that? BISHOP : I'm only the Commissioner here, Joseph... I'm not the President. That position - the post that officially drives the direction of this company - is held by Sam Carnage. Or, rather, it should be said that the Presidency is held by an old-time wrestler who's more interested in keeping the status quo around NPW than he is about advancing the product to the next logical step. I haven't "screwed" you - Sam Carnage has. ROSE [leaning on his car] : How do you figure? BISHOP : Sam, however unfortunately, is an "old-school" wrestler, first and foremost. By his very nature, he identifies with those like him - like Direwolf, for example, or Rob Brimstone. It's not his fault : at the ripe old age of thirty-four, he finds himself unable to compete in the ring, and forced to position himself behind a desk just to remain close to the action he can no longer truly be a part of. The Direwolfs, the Brimstones - these are the men of his time in the ring. And while many of those people are still young, they share one thing in common with all the old-school types : over-exposure. Sam Carnage would be quite happy seeing Direwolf and Calvin Astroth main event well into the next decade, and let Keith Edwards and Flare rot in the mid-card ranks. That's the reason you feel jaded, Joseph... not because of anything I did. ROSE : Well, the damage is done now, isn't it? After my vacation is over, I'm coming back to kick the asses of all of the people who -- BISHOP : Your vacation is over now, Joseph. Despite what the ever-vocal Mr. Pintha or Carnage have to say, this isn't about soap opera storylines and pyrotechnics. It's not about good versus evil, either. It's about focusing on our future - and while I'm sure that the some of the wrestlers who established this company in 2000 still have many, many years of good wrestling left in them, it's time for them to step aside in the name of the next wave of talent... a wave of talent that includes you. And I need you now. ROSE : Go on... BISHOP : I see you're still wearing your referee's shirt. How would you like to do me - and yourself - a favour, and referee the Canadiana title match now? I'll make it worth your while, and you can show Dan Bash what refereeing is all about one more time. ROSE : Wait a second. Ultra Raptor didn't make the trip from Japan.... so who's he defending against? BISHOP : I've given some thought to that, and I'll announce it in a few moments... once you get to the ring. ROSE : And I'd want to do that why? BISHOP : Because you want to be recognized, and my direction for National Pro Wrestling will see you on top of the card with the other new blood, where you belong - where NPW needs you to be, if we're to survive. Also, I know what you want in the short-term : you want Dan Bash. I'll give him to you, in the ring, next week. ROSE [considering] : You'd do that? BISHOP : Of course. ROSE : I want something else. When I beat Bash... I want to be made an NPW official full-time. BISHOP [laughing aloud] : Mr. Rose, I think that's a wonderful idea. Go and referee the Canadiana title match now, and I'm sure we'll be fast friends. After all, the Canadiana title around the waist of a New Yorker? That would be a fantastic story, wouldn't it? The title needs competition, and I think you fit the position quite nicely. ROSE : Bash next week? Finally recognized for the talent I am? Get a Canadiana title shot, and rub it in the face of these Great White North losers when I win? Sounds good to me. I'm in. [Rose stalks towards the ring area, but Angelina calls out.] BISHOP : Oh, and Mr. Rose? [Rose stops and turns.] BISHOP : The Canadiana title match tonight has a special stipulation. In tonight's match, the title can change hands on a countout. [Rose nods, and departs. Angelina smiles slightly to herself.... and we head to ringside.] ARIEL : If she's planning something against Danny, I'll -- CROWLEY : You'll do what? Nothin', that's what you'll do! Your sister's stepped out of the NPW picture in favour of giving Carnage full control, and your Dad doesn't work here anymore, remember? Look, you two - nobody digs the old-school more than "The Master of Disaster" here. I'll freak out for the Wolf, I'll whip it out and beat it for Cal, I'll do a jig and tell you Rob Brimstone's the greatest NPW champion of all time... but is Bishop wrong to say the new talent around here needs to climb to the top? Look at McNulty, and Edwards, and Flare, and Megeara. These cats can wrestle. This doesn't have anything to do with wrestlers, because all of them are wrestlers. Bishop says she's looking to focus on the new breed - is that so wrong? I dunno, man. How many years does Cal Astroth have left? I'm not so sure I'll be quick to side with one side or the other here, if this blows wide open.
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[We come backstage outside of a locker room with "As-Flare" proudly displayed on it. Captain Wonderful, NPW's intrepid reporter, is standing outside of the door and holding a microphone.]
[We don't head ringside, however... as we instead switch elsewhere backstage, to where Angelina Bishop is watching a small monitor in a hallway, having heard the comments of Flare. She shakes her head and sighs slightly.]
MASTERS : Wow... I don't like the sounds of this at ALL!
