Post by John Cavanagh on Nov 8, 2020 22:45:25 GMT -5
The shadow of a flag is seen flapping against the ground on a crisp autumn day with the sun beating down. Today is a little warmer than usual for this time of the year as the camera pans up to expose the flag—a red and white flag with a red maple leaf emblazoned on the center. We are in the Great White North of Canada, a land unfamiliar to “The One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh. While Johnnie Boy had done a few shows in Canada previously, its safe to say lately he’s been predominately located in the Northeast of the United States—shouldn’t be too much of a culture shock, should it? The camera continues to pan out to show a side glimpse of the Powerade Centre located in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, with a flashing sign reading “Northern Pro Wrestling” on the side of the building. A faint squeak of breaks are heard and the scene cuts just in time to see a black limo pull up and the driver opening his door and scurrying to the back of the limousine. The driver opens the door and a beautiful set of long legs attached to red heels pop out of the limo. The luscious blonde that follows in her tight black dress is none other than Shannon Riley. Following her out next is the man of the hour, a multiple time World Champion in multiple promotions and a man that has his eyes set on becoming the first ever NPW North American Double Crown Champion—John Cavanagh. Cavanagh steps out of the limo with a pair of black tinted Oakleys, a white collared shirt with the top few buttons undone and black slacks. Cavanagh notices the camera and begins to speak.
Quite some time ago, the United States of America was a nation in its infancy. There were people who wanted to expand in Congress, they were called War Hawks, and when the War of 1812 hit they decided it would be a wise move to invade our neighbor to the north--the British colony of Canada. At what would become known as the Battle of York the Americans defeated the British and burned what would one day become Toronto to the ground. Now, don't get this entire situation all twisted--I'm not saying I'm here to destroy any part of Canada, but I am certain here to set a certain part of Ontario ablaze. That's right, right here...later today...all of those fortunate to have secured themselves a seat inside of the arena that stands behind me have the opportunity to witness the beginning of a historical process just as those who witnessed the Battle of York witnessed. Now, the Americans may have only held York for a few weeks before leaving, and this may have lit a fire under the collective asses of York's inhabitants to ensure they weren't seized by us treacherous Yankees--but, this time the Yankee ain't leaving. See, this here Yank from the Big Apple came to the Great White North for two reasons...first, to dominate a new group of competition and second, to add more championship gold to my resume!
Northern Pro Wrestling has this cute little idea they borrowed from a long gone, but still loved, relic of our industry--the Lethal Lottery tournament. I'm all for tournaments, but. you see Johnnie Cav is much more accustomed to having to win championship gold and tournaments one hundred percent on his own. I'm not exactly used to having some partner that I have to worry about costing me my opportunity. Looking at the way it all shook out, I'm thinking that's not going to be the issue this time around. No sir, I'd like to think that the odds are heavily in the favor of myself and Brad Swann to win our tag team match against Adrian King and Joe Ghaven right here and qualify for the battle royal portion of the Lethal Lottery tournament. So Brad, pal, just pull your weight and make sure that we qualify--this way once I start chucking bodies up and over the top rope, crushing hopes and destroying dreams en route to becoming the inaugural NPW North American Double Crown Champion I can at least say that the so called "King" did the best he could.
Maybe I shouldn't worry about my tag partner much, huh? Maybe I should spend this time more focused on the two pathetic pieces of shit we find across the ring. Joe Ghaven and an old acquaintance from my days in the EWF, Adrian King. I have to say that Joe Ghaven may be one of the most physically imposing individuals I've ever seen but I've got a little secret weapon for freaks of nature like you. He usually is with me, but ever since the last EWF show he's been on a vacation--my buddy Andy Donahue. But, with or without Andy Boy, a freak of nature like you won't be able to outsmart or outmaneuver Johnnie Cav. As for my old friend, Adrian King, a former EWF World Television Champion and one of the men that failed to become the first champion in the tournament I won to be crowned the first World Champion. A man that, although he seemed to be learning quickly back down in Dirty Jerz, still doesn't have the wherewithal or the ring acumen to stand toe to toe with someone like myself--maybe one day though, young'n.
And on that note, NPW fans--get ready for the ride of a lifetime.
Suddenly the familiar ringtone of an iPhone is heard. Shannon Riley picks up the phone.
Hey, Andy!
She waits, listening to what Andy says on the other end as John looks on in suspense.
Ok, see you then.
Shannon hangs up.
Well, wheres the wannabe Mr. Universe now?
Newcastle, he'll be here soon.
John and Shannon look at each other puzzled at Andy's whereabouts as the scene cuts to static.
Quite some time ago, the United States of America was a nation in its infancy. There were people who wanted to expand in Congress, they were called War Hawks, and when the War of 1812 hit they decided it would be a wise move to invade our neighbor to the north--the British colony of Canada. At what would become known as the Battle of York the Americans defeated the British and burned what would one day become Toronto to the ground. Now, don't get this entire situation all twisted--I'm not saying I'm here to destroy any part of Canada, but I am certain here to set a certain part of Ontario ablaze. That's right, right here...later today...all of those fortunate to have secured themselves a seat inside of the arena that stands behind me have the opportunity to witness the beginning of a historical process just as those who witnessed the Battle of York witnessed. Now, the Americans may have only held York for a few weeks before leaving, and this may have lit a fire under the collective asses of York's inhabitants to ensure they weren't seized by us treacherous Yankees--but, this time the Yankee ain't leaving. See, this here Yank from the Big Apple came to the Great White North for two reasons...first, to dominate a new group of competition and second, to add more championship gold to my resume!
Northern Pro Wrestling has this cute little idea they borrowed from a long gone, but still loved, relic of our industry--the Lethal Lottery tournament. I'm all for tournaments, but. you see Johnnie Cav is much more accustomed to having to win championship gold and tournaments one hundred percent on his own. I'm not exactly used to having some partner that I have to worry about costing me my opportunity. Looking at the way it all shook out, I'm thinking that's not going to be the issue this time around. No sir, I'd like to think that the odds are heavily in the favor of myself and Brad Swann to win our tag team match against Adrian King and Joe Ghaven right here and qualify for the battle royal portion of the Lethal Lottery tournament. So Brad, pal, just pull your weight and make sure that we qualify--this way once I start chucking bodies up and over the top rope, crushing hopes and destroying dreams en route to becoming the inaugural NPW North American Double Crown Champion I can at least say that the so called "King" did the best he could.
Maybe I shouldn't worry about my tag partner much, huh? Maybe I should spend this time more focused on the two pathetic pieces of shit we find across the ring. Joe Ghaven and an old acquaintance from my days in the EWF, Adrian King. I have to say that Joe Ghaven may be one of the most physically imposing individuals I've ever seen but I've got a little secret weapon for freaks of nature like you. He usually is with me, but ever since the last EWF show he's been on a vacation--my buddy Andy Donahue. But, with or without Andy Boy, a freak of nature like you won't be able to outsmart or outmaneuver Johnnie Cav. As for my old friend, Adrian King, a former EWF World Television Champion and one of the men that failed to become the first champion in the tournament I won to be crowned the first World Champion. A man that, although he seemed to be learning quickly back down in Dirty Jerz, still doesn't have the wherewithal or the ring acumen to stand toe to toe with someone like myself--maybe one day though, young'n.
And on that note, NPW fans--get ready for the ride of a lifetime.
Suddenly the familiar ringtone of an iPhone is heard. Shannon Riley picks up the phone.
Hey, Andy!
She waits, listening to what Andy says on the other end as John looks on in suspense.
Ok, see you then.
Shannon hangs up.
Well, wheres the wannabe Mr. Universe now?
Newcastle, he'll be here soon.
John and Shannon look at each other puzzled at Andy's whereabouts as the scene cuts to static.
