Fighting your way through the pop ups you eventually uncover the window thats playing. Clicking back a little you restart it from the start to get the whole message.

Three familiar figures stand around one other familiar figure who is sat behind a highly polished desk. The ones standing are non other than Masked, Jeri and Amuse, the one sitting in the chair non other than the red headed scotsman, Donny Mantra, and it is he that speaks.

"Ladies, gentlemen and children of all ages... Welcome back to NAW. I am Donny Mantra, and the men behind me are my associates. Amuse here..." the rough scot waved a hand to Amuse, indicating the smallest of the men "Was kind enough to sign over his controlling investment of NAW to me, making me the new co-GM of NAW... well, that is if Aramil returns, in which case, I shall be making the decisions"

"I shall be giving NAW life between now and the next three months, hoping to revive what was once the very best of the wrestling world. My first act as GM is to offer free contracts to any and all that wish to join us. My second act is to give similiar match making power to Masked, Jeri and Amuse, which I think may make for some... intresting results"

Masked leaned forward, the old cocky stare still glinting out from behind the mask "You better just pray that your matches arent made by me, or you may be wishing your contract was a mere decleration of surrender to Satan and his mercy, some of you will enjoy this, some of you wont, but I can almost guarantee that this will be very... VERY entertaining!"

With that, the video ends before leaping to some advert about boobs. You click away at the advert until women with future back problems come up on screen and you masterbate furiouslly like a monkey.