Ca$h vs Jude Costigan

[Ryan Ro [NAPW]]

Ca$h vs "The Revolution" Jude Costigan

Nothing has really gone right for Jude Costigan in NAPW. He jumped Diablo (who beat him several weeks ago in an impromptu triple-threat) after the Diablo/Ca$h match at Supershow I, only to be turned aside by Ca$h. Costigan demanded a match-up against Ca$h. Will Ca$h make it 2-0 in NAPW, or will Costigan finally get on track?

[Ca$h]

"REEEEEENT!"

"I get it! Rent! Jesus, Dotty, would you hurry up with the hip replacement?"

Dotty is Ca$h's usual landlady. She'd in the hospital, getting her hip replaced for the third time. Her brother is watching the building in the meantime, and he's not too happy with Ca$h being a day or two late on the rent. The fact that Dotty specifically told him that Ca$h is allowed to be a bit late obviously doesn't mean anything to him.

"Listen! You no get rent tomorrow, you no have room Saturday!"

That registered with the up-and-coming NAPW star. He turns slowly and gets nose-to-nose with the diminutive Romanian named Boris.

"Excuse me? Was that a threat? Did you just threaten to evict me from a building that you have no ownership in?"

Boris backs up a step, and Ca$h follows him. They continue this odd tango until Boris is out of floor, and backs himself into a corner, quite literally.

"I didn't hear you. Is that what you're saying to me? You're going to kick me out of this building? This building that your sister owns? The same sister that has allowed me to be up to two weeks late on my rent? Is that what you're saying to me?"

Boris starts to say "Yes", but before he can get that single syllable from his lips, he closes his mouth and furiously shakes his head from side to side.

"No? You're denying it? So you're calling me a liar?"

The shaking gets even more intense, and the color suddenly drops from his face.

"So you're denying you said any of that, but you're also not calling me a liar? Is that about right?"

The lateral shaking becomes vertical nodding, and Boris' eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming 18-wheeler. Ca$h reaches upward, and in one deft movement, grasps the Romanian by the collar and pulls him in even closer.

"I thought so. Now, here's the deal. I'm getting paid next Tuesday. That's five days from now. You'll have your damn rent check then, and that's the last check you'll personally see from me. I'm not paying you another cent until Dotty is back from the hospital, because frankly, I don't trust you, or your beady little squirrel eyes. To be completely honest, I trust those rats in my kitchen more than I trust you. At least I know the rats won't try to get me kicked out of here."

He releases Boris, who quickly scrambles to a safe area of the room. With the message firmly sent, Ca$h leaves him there, ad walks back to his part of this dirty building, safe from the real rodent. With one problem taken care of, he turns his attention to the real issue.

"Costigan... Costigan... Where have I heard that name before?"

He crosses the room to a small closet, and opens it to reveal a huge stack of magazines. He flips through the pile, and pulls out a back issue of "The Ring" with an extremely young Erik Morales on the cover. After a quick glance at the contents page, he skims to the back half, and finally comes across the article he was looking for.

"Here we go. 'Young blowhard Costigan finally KOs himself.' Looks like ol' Jude was all talk and no jab. No surprise there. Shouldn't be too hard to- What the hell?"

The camera angle pitches downward quickly, as a stiff breeze has come in through the open window and knocked over the camera. The video goes black, but the audio is still operational. A phone is dialed, and after a few seconds to let it ring on the other side, Casey's voice is heard talking to... whoever he called.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need some help at 3340 Nichols. Apartment 3B... Um, give me #24, and I'm gonna need #2 to drive. Thanks..."

With that, the audio finally craps out, and the camcorder grinds to a halt.

[Ca$h]

"I'm here to see Rex Caliber."

Those words bring in the scene, a fade to the outer doors of an office. A sickeningly sweet smile crosses the lips of the NAPW's most executive assistant. She waves Ca$h through the nearby double doors, and into the office of the one and only Rex Caliber. The NAPW owner sits behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, a look of delight on his face. As the doors close behind him, Ca$h clears his throat loudly. Rex snaps forward, and a small squeak is heard from under the desk. Caliber looks down at the source of the noise, and flicks his head up in a "go on, get out of there" motion. Our mysterious squeaker complies, and stands beside Rex's chair. She wipes her mouth and smiles.

"Carrie, this is Ca$h. Ca$h, Carrie."

The intern and the wrestler exchange nods, and Caliber finishes the introduction by slapping Carrie on the ass.

"Alright, get out of here. And tell Kate she's fired." Carrie makes her way out of the office, and as the doors close behind her, Rex Caliber is once again all business.

"So, Ca$h, how's the NAPW treating you?"

Ca$h sits on the opposite side of the desk.

"Well, I can't complain. The guys are good, fans are great. The commute sucks, but that's what I get for moving to Calgary instead of Edmonton, huh?"

A hearty laugh from Caliber, and he smacks the desk for emphasis.

"You got that right!"

He takes a few seconds to calm himself down, and with a reddened face, he continues.

"So, on to what I called you in here for. I've had an eye on you for a while now, and I was thinking that Crimes could use another member."

Ca$h raises an eyebrow.

"Another member? What exactly would that entail?"

"Well, mostly whatever I deem you worthy of doing. Probably taking out smaller threats to start, but after a while, if you prove you can handle it, I'll let you take on the big threats with me."

"So... You need another crony. Is that about right?"

Rex leans back again, his face not exactly pleased.

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about that."

Now it's Ca$h's turn to look unhappy.

"You want me to be your lapdog. I don't do that. For anyone."

Rex reaches to his left, and picks up a small booklet. He opens it up, and produces a pen from a drawer. He scribbles a bit, and tears off a single page, sliding it over the desktop at Ca$h, who doesn't even glance at the check.

"Provincial title shot."

The red in Caliber's face deepens a single shade.

"You know LDK's my boy. Why would I give someone like you a chance to take something from him, no matter what you could offer me?"

"Not my problem. You want me to be your lapdog, I want a shot at the belt."

Once again, Rex's face goes a darker shade of red. A vein pops out on his forehead, and pulses a bit.

"How about this. You prove to me that you can do your job, and keep the leeches off of me, and I'll think about your title shot."

Ca$h stands, and pushes the chair away, moving toward the door in the process.

"I'll be in touch."

Turning his back on the NAPW owner, Ca$h walks out of the office, leaving Caliber and his vein to sit and stew. Rex presses a button on his desk, and a buzzer sounds outside.

"Yes, Mr. Caliber?"

"Carrie, get back in here."

FADE TO BLACK