(Scene opens on Bruce Richards, sitting on a park bench in the middle of a bizarre looking concrete-covered park. It’s Sir Winston Churchill Square, smack dab in the middle of downtown Edmonton. Some call it an eyesore, others a landmark. There’s a row of trees to the east, casting shadows over some picnickers relaxing on this sunny afternoon. To the west, a strange fountain and stage combination stands between the parkgoers and the City Center mall complex. To the north is the pyramid-esque City Hall, its water fountain overflowing with chubby kids in swimsuits. And to the south stands the Stanley A. Milner Library. Bruce is sitting there in a maroon t-shirt that says “Rex Appeal” in white letters, blue jeans, black boots, and his black cowboy hat. He addresses the camera.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: Hello there. I’m Bruce Richards. Now, there’s been a bit of a shake-up in the NAPW’s organizational structure for the Dupree Cup, and it’s probably left quite a few of the representatives from EPW - and their fans - a little confused. Let me try and explain a few things.
First of all, “The Nexus One” Rex Caliber has retired. The world of professional wrestling has lost a hell of a competitor, a class act, a man who loved wrestling with everything he had to offer. But he’s got more than himself to think about now; he’s got a little boy to take care of, and he wants to make sure he’s around whenever his son needs him. I’m not going to fault Rex for that; he’s a close friend, and I know that he only does what’s right. Having said that: he has left a hole in NAPW’s team. And that’s where I come in. I’ve made my presence known here already, but to reiterate: I’m here to kick this team in the ass. I’m here to get the job done. I’m here to get that Cup for NAPW, one match at a time.
But that’s not all. Team NAPW’s “beloved” leader, Bob Ravager, has had to drop out of competition this week. Now I asked Bob what could possibly have caused him to be unavailable for this event. His response? He’s moving. You see, he was in a match with D! on Tuesday - you remember D!, right? Short, stocky, emo, onelettersaidrealloud, Champion of Champions? - and the loser was required to leave their neighborhood. Guess who won?
Now, I don’t buy Bob’s “moving” excuse for one minute. Oh sure, it’s the beginning of September, a hard time to find a new apartment, what with all the students flocking to town to start their degrees at the U of A. But really? I think he’s ashamed to show his face. Losing two matches in less than two days will do that to a guy. It’s no secret that Bob Ravager’s no friend to Kyle and me, and we sure do love giving him a hard time. But after a week to recover and re-strategize, I think you’ll see a new man. A man more in line with what needs to be done to claw our way to the top.
Ravager’s replacement is “The Lemondrop Kid” Lloyd Rees. This is the kid that’s taking NAPW by storm. Three-time Provincial Champion, #1 contender for the NAPW Heavyweight Title, and one hell of a heavy drinker. You might find it a ltitle hard to understand what he’s saying - the Newfie accent’s hard to crack - but when he gets in the ring, he will get his point across, no miscommunication. But that’s not who I’m here to talk about today. No sir.
With Bob Ravager gone, who’s going to be the new Team Captain? Now while “Bruce Richards, NAPW Captain” has a nice ring to it, I know better than to hog the spotlight. That’s why I’m happy the new captain is the only man I’d want for the job, other than me. The most entertaining man in the Western Hemisphere. The man who has retired three separate wrestlers, and has earned the title The Man With Blood On His Hands. My tag team partner, the four-time Tag Team Champion --
KYLE ROBERTS: (Rushing onscreen and grabbing Bruce by the shoulders.) Bruce! There you are! I've been running through the streets of downtown looking for you! Holy ****, I’m the Captain of NAPW? I’m the CAPTAIN?? What the hell was Bob thinking? I’m not qualified for this! I’ll crack under the pressure! I CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH, BRUCE!!!
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Sigh.) Ladies and gentlemen, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts.
KYLE ROBERTS: (Turns to the camera, wide-eyed, then turns back.) Are you filming the promo right now?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Kind of, yeah.
KYLE ROBERTS: (Snapping into cool and nonchalant mode.) Heeeeyyyy there, wrestling fans. You’re in for a real treat tonight. Because tonight’s film will feature the two most amazing men you’ll ever meet. Alfred Einstein and Abraham Lincoln? Hardly. Ghandi and Wayne Gretzky? Don’t make me laugh. Frank Sinatra and Michael J. Fox? Good guess, schlubbo but you’re WRONG AND YOU SHOULD STOP GUESSING! I’m talking about the Number One Tag Team in wrestling today, The New AND IMPROVED D-X, Bruce “The Beast” Richards and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!
BRUCE RICHARS: (Under his breath.) Nice recovery.
KYLE ROBERTS: (Under his breath.) Thanks.
BRUCE RICHARDS: We come to you LIVE from the heart of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Now we know that some people, say, people from New York City, might think that this city is a little provincial. And sure, you’ve got over eight million people living in New York, living in their incredibly overpriced apartments.
KYLE ROBERTS: Hauling garbage away by the boatload.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Trying not to get mugged in the subway.
KYLE ROBERTS: Gee, Bruce, New York City sounds like a magical place! I bet the streets are crowded with fairies!
BRUCE RICHARDS: Nice pun.
KYLE ROBERTS: Pun?
BRUCE RICHARDS: The point is, sure, Edmonton’s a little out of New York’s league. But we do all right here. In fact, where we’re standing is the place where, not even two months ago, NAPW had it’s first ever Pay-Per-View. We made nation-wide news.
KYLE ROBERTS: Because of an AWESOME riot! Better than the stupid riots on Whyte Ave after the Oilers won a few games.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Kyle? Not helping.
KYLE ROBERTS: Right. Sorry.
BRUCE RICHARDS: This is the heart of NAPW’s city. A place where the best that NAPW had to offer worked like hell and bled all over the place, just because they love to entertain people. Just like any wrestler, anywhere. So really, when it comes right down to it, is there really much of a difference between Kyle or myself and Joey Melton?
KYLE ROBERTS: Uh, I can think of one.
BRUCE RICHARDS: What’s that?
KYLE ROBERTS: We’re going to have a win result! We’ve got the fire, we’ve got the passion, we’ve got the DESIRE to win.
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Sarcastically.) But Kyle! Joey Melton’s ever-so-famous! He’s nationally-renowned! He’s got a lunch box, for pete’s sake! A LUNCH BOX WITH HIS FACE ON IT!
KYLE ROBERTS: Joey Melton can take his lunch box and CRAM IT UP HIS ASS WITH WALNUTS! No, scratch that, he might like it too much. I hear the reason he uses the Figure Four is so he can get up close and personal with his opponents. I’ve got two words for Joey Melton: Joey Lawrence. He had a lunchbox too. Check out what I found at Value Village today! (Kyle holds up a Joey Lawrence lunchbox that's seen better days.) I picked it up for fifty cents! Hell, he even shares Melton’s first name, and that’s not all they have in common: they’re both jokes. Mark my words, Bruce, in ten years, Joey Melton’s going to be as dated a reference as Blossom’s older brother is today. Hell, I'd even say that at 41, Melton's been there, done that, no matter if there's "nothing his love can't fix for him, baby!" Whoops. My bad. I'm confusing the two. I can't understand why, since Melton's a lot older and uglier than Lawrence.
BRUCE RICHARDS: And Frankie Scott? We know we haven’t said anything about you yet, so you might think that we’re ignoring you. And we are. Seriously, based on your in-ring performance in Round One, as far as we’re concerned, you might as well not even exist.
KYLE ROBERTS: Does he even exist? Is he invisible? OOOH! He’s a ghost, isn’t he? I’ve never wrestled a ghost before.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Listen boys, we’re the New & Improved D-X. We’ve taken on bigger fish than you. We’re a team. As much as we might not get along with some of the other guys in Team NAPW -
KYLE ROBERTS: (cough)Bob Ravager(cough)
BRUCE RICHARDS: - when it comes to the two of us, we’re solid. You can’t break us. So prepare all you want, boys. Because when we step into the ring, we’re going to show you and the rest of the Dupree Cup contenders just why it’s a bad idea to underestimate NAPW.
KYLE ROBERTS: Bruce and I are the current NAPW tag team champions. We're also the four-time tag champs. Why? Sure, jerks would say it's because we lost three times. But you better recognize that we came back every time, bigger and better than ever! We were voted Tag Team of the Year by ENN! So what do you two nimrods bring to the party? Two victories over wrestling nobodies! You want to try a harder opponent? Get to steppin'! Because the New & Improved D-X is LEAGUES above you!
BRUCE RICHARDS: So, EPW, you'd better bring the best you've got. Last week? A setback because Ravager, while he managed to get himself in a room with three men who hate him without getting lynched, was mismanaging the team. Just like our illustrious commissioner, Joseph Winchell, mismanages NAPW. However, he knew the right person to lead the group of NAPW superstars -
KYLE ROBERTS: (Looking around.) God, I could really go for a hot dog right now. Where the hell's the Fat Frank wagon when you need it?
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Smirks and points his thumb as Roberts.) This guy. (Bruce turns to Kyle.) It's a block south and a block west.
KYLE ROBERTS: Honey ham smokies, here I come! Did you want anything, Bruce?
BRUCE RICHARDS: A Jalapeno and Cheddar, if you don't mind.
(Kyle rushes off in search of pure pork products as Bruce turns his attention back to the camera.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: Melton, Scott, you'd better come at us full tilt next week. Otherwise, you'll just be a casualty in our crusade to bring NAPW to new global heights. Once you two get Down and Dirty with the New & Improved D-X, you'll be slumping back to New York City with your tails between your legs, realizing that EPW has nothing on this little federation from Canada that could. Trust me on that.
(Bruce gets off the bench, and walks out of frame, leaving only the view of City Hall before we fade to black.)