Written by...Brandon Williams

<"Eyes of a Stranger" by Queensryche plays...>

Steve White: Well, let's go to Drew Fortesque for our next contest.

Drew Fortesque: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down to the ring first, accompanied to the ring by Valet Teddy Bear, weighing in at 247 pounds, from Bay City, Michigan... Mark McCalous!

Steve White: What's with that mirror he has? That things huge. A bit of a confused reaction. He's going to use that mirror to flex to himself. Man, you can just see the conceit coming off like it was sweat, and it increases by the second!

Dan Mazin: Yeah, he's my kind of guy.

Tony Davis: Back in my day, we didn't need to show off to see how tough we really were.

Dan Mazin: Back in your day, children were born in mangers and they had Three Wise Men gave them gifts.

Tony Davis: *Grumbles*

Steve White: Well here comes his opponent!

<"God Hates the USA" plays...>

Tony Davis: Well I don't care much for him unless he can put up a good fight, and against this guy, looks like he'll have to.

Drew Fortesque: His opponent, weighing in at 286 pounds, from Moscow, Russia... "The Crushin' Russian" Igor Kilemov!

Steve White: This guy looks tough.

Dan Mazin: Just hope he doesn't come over here.

Steve White: You better worry about that, I want to do my job.

Tony Davis: Well here we go.

<Bell Rings.>

Steve White: An eye poke by McCalous as Igor, the Crushin' Russian tries to make his way in, but little... no affect.

Tony Davis: Nope... He's going to try again, too.

Dan Mazin: Uh Oh.

Steve White: No effect again. And an eye gouge. Man, that's gotta get to the eyes...

Tony Davis: Well here he's trying to block his vision and take advantage.

Steve White: Yeah, McCalous goes downstairs! That got him.

Tony Davis: No, it didn't! Thats what happens when you go for a low blow with someone like the Crushin' Russian!

Dan Mazin: Don't look up, Mark!

Steve White: He did. The Russian picks him up by the sides of his head, just using his palms and throws him a bit over, and catches... beheads him with a running clothesline.

Dan Mazin: Man! Tony, have you ever felt anything like that?

Tony Davis: Yeah... Just now. That was massive.

Steve White: He picks him up slowly, Irish whips him to the ropes, lifts the boot and he goes down.

Dan Mazin: That wasn't just a boot, that was a big boot... and a half!

Steve White: Well when you're outweighted by 30 or 40 pounds, it can feel like that.

Tony Davis: I think it did more than just feel like a big boot, I think it was a big boot.

Steve White: Well he's going to pick him up. He goes up, he goes down with the vertical suplex.

Steve White: He picks him up and just throws him into the turnbuckle...

Dan Mazin: I think the ring moved an inch, atleast.

Steve White: Well it just did. He goes in there... He's putting him on the top turnbuckle, follows him up, he goes to the second buckle...

Tony Davis: He's setting him up for a superplex.

Steve White: That's what he's going to do... Superplex!

Tony Davis: McCalous bounced an half an inch, and the Crushin' Russian is already back up!

Steve White: Yeah, usually you go down too, and it has affect on both men, but here, Mark McCalous feels it all.

Dan Mazin: That was amazing. But trust me, Mark can get up, can't you?!

Steve White: Oh, he'll get up if he wants to or not!

Tony Davis: The Russian, Kilemov, really took him out with that superplex.

Steve White: That was like a super-duper-plex.

Dan Mazin: Uh, what's he doing now?

Tony Davis: He's going out of the ring, he may be looking for some weapon or something.

Steve White: Look what he has! He's going to burn him!

Tony Davis: I don't think thats what its for.

Steve White: Then wha--- Oh... Oh No! He's got the American Flag! McCalous up, and he, the man from Bay City, Michigan's going to save his country's flag.

Dan Mazin: I bet he just wants to get some upperhand on the Russian. Its been all Ivan so far.

Steve White: True, but its Igor.

Dan Mazin: Same difference.

Tony Davis: Well Mark McCalous takes him, and throws him to the inside. He slams him down.

Steve White: He's going to flex for the crowd. I think the Crushin' Russian was playing possum!

Tony Davis: He's getting up, so that's exactly what's he's doing!

Dan Mazin: Only wimps play possum, like Tony.

Steve White: I hope he hears this afterwards.

Dan Mazin: I mean...

Steve White: Well, McCalous finally notices him, and gets clobbered with the DDT.

Dan Mazin: There's a dent in the ring canvas! My god! I wish Tony was the one hitting it that hard.

Steve White: He's setting him up on the top, what is this? It doesn't look like a superplex... There's a Drop of Vodka!

Tony Davis: A Drop? He's totally out of it!

Steve White: The cover, count... 1... 2... and its a 3. Igor Kilemov has won this one, destroying his opponent in this double debut contest.

Drew Fortesque: The winner of this match, "The Crushin' Russian" Igor Kilemov!

Time of Fall: 4:59.

[Scene opens in the back of Dudle Do Wrong's "Squad Car", alla Cops. Dudley is chewing gum, and driving along a dark three lane highway somewhere west of Conneticut, the rocky terrain and vegetation suggest possibly Pennyslvania]

Dudley: Seems everybody in NACW's got something to say about about me. Seems everyone seems to have a little problem with the way I uphold the law. [Growls menacingly] Well that's just too bad. Because there's only one "higher power" I report to. And isn't the god of Abraham, or Moses, or fucking Jesus Christ! The only thing I answer to, the only thing tellin' me what to do is the Law! And it seems everybody in NACW just can't handle that!

[Dudley glances at the passenger seat]

Dudley: Obediah... you know what your accused of and I'm going to bring you in one way or another. And I don't care how the hell it goes down sunday, I don't need any backup to take out a chickenshit like you. And frankly, I don't give a crap about Mr. Faith. The only reason I haven't brought him in is because he's got no rap sheet. Otherwise he's just as dead as you. So screw your match Sunday, you wanna try me? You wanna throw on resisting arrest to record? I don't care when, I don't care where, you wanna face me, come and get me. I'll be in LA by Sunday, I'll even let you wrestle before I bust you, but trust me buddy, you're gettin "locked up".

[Pause]

Dudley: It also seems people don't like the way I do my job. Seems people think I'm a tad violent. It even seems people don't like the wat I handle criminals, they seem to think all I do is crack down on "Joe Average"! Well, people don't seem to understand that I'm out here bustin my ass tryin to protect the LAW, and I don't need to worry about Joe Average. Everyone can be a criminal, like THIS MORON!

[A blonde woman in a BMW 3 series cuts him off. Dudley rams the car, sending it careening into a ditch. Dudley pulls over, runs out of the car, drags the woman to the trunk of his car, slaps cuffs on her, then smashes her head into his break lights. He tosses her into the backseat, and resumes driving.]

Dudley: SEE! SEE! I'M NOT JUST OUT HERE CRACKING DOWN JOE AVERAGE! I'M CRACKING DOWN ON JANE AVERAGE! AND JIM AVERAGE! AND OBEDIAH AVERAGE! AND BIG O AVERAGE! AND FAITH AVERAGE! I'M NOT PICKING ON ANYONE! I'M JUST TAKING OUT THE STREET TRASH, THE GARBAGE, CRIMINAL SCUM!

Dudley: So to everyone out there wondering about the new cop on the block... don't worry. He's got his eye on you. He already knows about your crimes, Scotsman, Blottie, Red Leaf, Revenger, everyone in NACW, your day's coming. But right now I gotta take care of a couple punks.

Dudley: First, Obediah. This fuckhead just doesn't know when to stop. I've found a dozen or so more outstanding warrants: a 401 - Preaching without a preaching liscense (NJ), A 231- Cruel treatment of a horse named Jed (PA), a 110 1/2 - preachin with a preacher's liscense (WA), a 254- actually liking the Backstreet Boys (NJ, CT, ME, MA), a 989- Impersonating a wrestler... I could go on, but I got other fish to fry.

Dudley: Another piece of shit got my attention recently. This Big O doesn't seem to get it. I'm not here to make money, I'm not here to get famous, I'm here to do what I do best, and that's kick the shit out of law breaking asshole like you. So Big O, let me give you fair warning: I've got a warrant for your arrest, on the most evil, the most heinous, the most despicable crime to ever plague the modern world... Big O you're being brought in for... god your gonna pay of this...

Being Canadian.

[Fade out]

Written by...Brandon Williams

<Blue Grass Music plays as the crowd has somewhat of mixed reaction, which is slightly overheard by the boo's.>

Steve White: Well, we've got Obediah vs. Mr. Faith in what promises to be a match with great possibilities.

Drew Fortesque: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 195 pounds... Obediah!

Steve White: Well, he doesn't like cameras... And he's got a Plow Horse!

Tony Davis: Looks like he has strong faith.

<"Faith" by Limp Bizkit plays as the crowd pops.>

Steve White: Speaking of faith, here comes Mr. Faith.

Drew Fortesque: His opponent, claims to be from Heaven, weighing 245 pounds... Mr. Faith!

Dan Mazin: He's not from Heaven, he's from Seattle!

Tony Davis: You can be from where ever you want to be, believe in whatever you want to, as long as you can wrestle!

Dan Mazin: You're probably a closet Amish.

Tony Davis: A closet what?

Steve White: Calm down, guys. We got a match to announce. This one's going to start in one second.

<Bell Rings.>

Steve White: Lockup, Obediah catches him with a hammerlock, but neutralized by some stiff elbows by Faith.

Tony Davis: That was a good shot he got in there.

Steve White: Kick to the Midsection by Faith... Faith bounces off the ropes and nails a clothesline. And what a clothesline!

Dan Mazin: That's probably the farthest from a clothesline I've seen in my time watching wrestling!

Tony Davis: You've seen worse.

Dan Mazin: Only from you.

Steve White: Anyway, kneedrop by Faith. Obediah trying to get back up, but Faith keeps stomping at him. He's going to pick him up. Sets him up for a piledriver, and nails him. Cover, and One, two, kickout. Picks him up, and Obediah sneaks a low blow in.

Tony Davis: That should have been a disqualification!

Dan Mazin: What the referee doesn't see can't hurt, well, it can hurt Mr. Faith!

Steve White: Obediah takes Faith, and slams him down. Follows with an elbowdrop, then a legdrop. Faith slips over and drop toe holds him down... His neck just hit the top rope. Obediah's neck just bounced off.

Tony Davis: Immediate affect there.

Steve White: Faith comes from behind, and has him setup, picks him up, and, oh my god... A reverse suplex. That could really hurt somebody.

Tony Davis: That was dangerous.

Steve White: Pinfall, referee out of position. One, two, and that should have been three.

Tony Davis: Shoulder up!

Dan Mazin: Of course he got his shoulder up, Amish people have nothing but fight in them.

Tony Davis: Maybe. What's your thing with Amish People?

Dan Mazin: Nothing, well, Obediah's Amish.

Tony Davis: And so am I?

Dan Mazin: You never know.

Steve White: Both men to their feet, and an eye gouge by Obediah to regain control. Takes him from behind, scooping the head backwards by the neck. This could be a reverse suplex of his own!

Tony Davis: Steve, that was brutal!

Steve White: He slingshotted him off the rope and lands Faith forward! He goes for the pin, but he gets up, changing his mind.

Tony Davis: That's a mistake!

Dan Mazin: No it isn't, he's out!

Steve White: Ah! Looks like he got caught with a camera flash! Faith from behind, with a roll up..

Tony Davis: What a sneak! One, quick kickout. He's aware of losing.

Steve White: You've got to be! Its an unwritten rule!

Dan Mazin: Then why don't they write it?

Steve White: I don't know! Obediah's mad though, he's stomping him like there's no tomorrow.

Dan Mazin: Wow, seems like he has a bit of a lose screw!

Tony Davis: A bit?

Steve White: Obediah has him, and he sets him up with a piledriver! Picks him up, unrelentlessly... Suplex, no vertical facebuster.

Tony Davis: More like face destroyer.

Steve White: Yeah, almost. He could go for the pin, but he doesn't. He's going to pick him up again, sets him up on the middle turnbuckle... Back steps and bit, and he clothes--- oh my god, he just clotheslined him to the outside!

Tony Davis: Face first, too.

Steve White: His face has taken a beating on its own! Follows him out, and just throws him back in. Follows him back in.

Tony Davis: He isn't going to end this is he?

Steve White: No, he isn't.

Dan Mazin: Well this is more entertaining than any of your old matches.

Tony Davis: Please.

Dan Mazin: You know your manners now, do you?

Steve White: Front facelock setup, and lands with a DDT.

Dan Mazin: See, he's going to end in now.

Steve White: Obediah, the Amish wrestler, signals for it, it, the Hand of God is on.

Dan Mazin: Look who it is! It's Dudley Do Wrong!

Tony Davis: What's he doing here?

Steve White: I don't know, he's got a flashlight and he clocks... This will be a disqualification, he hits Obediah with the flashlight. Dudley's got the handcuffs! He's handcuffing Obediah to the ropes. Mr. Faith and Dudley Do Wrong are beating on Obediah!

Dan Mazin: I'm beginning to like this Mr. Faith guy. Ha, ha.

Steve White: This is just bad. They're attacking him like its 1999!

Dan Mazin: No comment.

Steve White: Oh, attacking him like its 2999.

Tony Davis: Is anyone going to help?

Steve White: There's got to be somebody!

<"Jump" by Van Halen plays...>

Steve White: It's Johnny Coast! Johnny "Sun" Coast has come to save Obediah from this onslaught of Mr. Faith and Dudley Do Wrong!

Tony Davis: He's cleaning house!

Dan Mazin: The hero always saves the day, right?

Steve White: Well Obediah is still handcuffed, thanks to Do Wrong.

Dan Mazin: Where's he going?

Tony Davis: He's going for something under the ring.

Steve White: He's got bolt cutters, and he's going to cut through the cuffs. Obediah wins this one, thanks to Dudley Do Wrong causing the disqualification when Obediah had the match won.

Time of Fall: 6:34.

Written by...Patrick Gottsegen

["Soul Rebel" by Bob Marley begins to play over the sound system.]

[Through the curtain steps carrying the Canadian flag, as red and white fireworks go off everywhere. The majority of the fans aren't sure how to react to the man, although the Canadians in the crowd go nuts.]

Mazin: "Look at this yak!"

[The man is in a Molson T-shirt, but the body and this guy makes it look like his muscles are going to pop right on through the shirt. He's got long, blonde hair, and this man is huge. His arms are the size of tree trunks, and his chest looks like a barrel.]

DAVID SMITH- "Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to you tonight from the great country of Canada, standing at 6'11" and weighing in at 328 pounds... RED LEEEEAF!"

Mazin: "Ya-ak. Ya-ak."

White: "Any particular reason you call him a yak?"

Mazin: "All Canadians are yaks."

Davis: "Shows how much you know."

Mazin: "What's that supposed to mean?"

[All of a sudden, "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam begins to play. A man comes sprinting down the aisleway, moving rather quickly. David Smith dives out the ring, with no introduction, as the man slides into the ring.]

White: "Maniac doesn't leave time for introductions, as he dives right into the ring!"

Mazin: "And Yak Leaf forearms him in the back! Stupid fast paced action heroes..."

Davis: "Leaf throws the man against the ropes, reversal, Leaf comes back with a MASSIVE lariat!"

White: "Maniac springs up, and catches another lariat!"

Mazin: "Maniac up again, gets pushed into the corner, elbow to the jaw, elbow to the jaw, irish whip... avalanche... MISSED!"

White: "Leaf staggers into the middle of the ring, where Maniac climbs on his back, apparently for a victory roll, but Red Leaf falls straight back!"

Davis: "Leaf now grabs the Canadian flag, and stands on the 2nd turnbuckle on the inside showing it off to the fans!"

White: "I am quite impressed by the brute strength this man posseses. Look at the size of him!"

Mazin: "I'm quite unimpressed by Maniac. Everything about him."

Davis: "He... reversed a toss to the ropes. Blew it afterward, but he got that far."

Mazin: "Whoopee!"

White: "Leaf lifts Maniac to his feet, drapes the arms over his shoulder... lifts the man up, and this is a _TEXTBOOK_ vertical suplex, folks!"

Davis: "The blood rushing to Maniac's head, he's got to be getting woozy up there!"

Mazin: "Wouldn't it be funny if he puked all over right now?"

White: "No. Our fine janitor team would have to clean it up. Maybe if this was a competitive match, but I think we have a good idea who's taking this one. It's not worth a spew."

Mazin: "I never thought of it that way. A spew worthy match..."

Davis: "Nice, Steve, nice. He's got an idea now."

White: "Maniac finally gets dropped from the suplex, and Leaf crawls over and covers...

1....

2....

Aww, crap."

Davis: "Maniac kicks out. Leaf quickly back on the offensive, with an elbow drop to the jaw, followed up quickly with a reverse chin lock."

Mazin: "Yeah... umm... I'm gonna go get some popcorn, you guys want any?"

Davis: "Actually, I wouldn't mind some bunch a crunch."

White: "Dan, you sit back down. Complete and utter massacre or not, you're watching this match and commentating."

Mazin: "I'll get you Sour Patch Kids."

White: "You've got yourself a deal."

[Dan leaves the commentary booth.]

Davis: "Back in the match, now, Leaf lifts Maniac up, tosses him over his shoulder, and POWERSLAMS HIM INTO HELL."

White: "No cover to follow up, however, as he grabs the arm, CROSS ARM BREAKER!"

Davis: "Maniac is kicking and screaming and crying and whining and I don't think he realizes the rope is right next to him."

White: "Nope."

Davis: "Maybe if he flails his arm enough."

White: "Hopefully."

Davis: "There we go, rope break."

White: "Good."

Davis: "Red Leaf to the 2nd rope, leaps, knee to the chest!"

White: "Not a bad little move there. Knock the wind out of the other man and he can't kick out."

Davis: "Where's my Buncha-Crunch, anyhow?"

White: "He's coming, don't worry."

Davis: "Red Leaf lifts Maniac, tosses him to the ropes, scoops him up, SPINEBUSTER!"

White: "And what a spinebuster. Wow. I mean, that actually may have broken Maniac's spine."

Davis: "Do you really think so?"

White: "Who cares. I doubt we'll see much more of him after this anyhow."

Davis: "Good point. Leaf lifts him again, pumphandle, lifts, and drops him in the pumphandle slam! These are pretty little power moves all over here."

[Dan comes back to the booth, with a soda, medium popcorn, buncha crunch, and Sour Patch Kids.]

Davis: "Score!"

White: "Folks, Maniac is being annihilated here, so excuse me if sound a little funny from time to time. I need some Sour Patch Kids to hold me over through this match."

Davis: "Oh, um, yeah, me too."

Mazin: "So what'd I miss?"

White: "Leaf on the offensive."

Mazin: "YA-AK."

Davis: "You know, you're a bastard."

Mazin: "YA-AK."

White: "Ok, boys, ok." <Long pause except for some chewing noises.> "An' now, ih lawks like Leaf is gonna try a..." <Pause, followed by a swallowing sound> "LEAF DDT'S MANIAC FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!"

Mazin: "Cover! Let this be it!

1....

2.....

HE PULLED HIM UP!"

Davis: "I guess he wants to show the fans what he can really do in there."

[Tony proceeds to toss Crunch in the air and catch it in his mouth.]

Mazin: "He lifts Maniac, gorilla press, and he's benching him up there."

White: "He walks to his left, and hangs him over the top rope!"

Davis: "Maniac falls back, clutching his throat, probably wishing he was never born. Or at least that he never signed with the NACW."

Mazin: "What a yak."

White: "That's quite enough. We have many Canadian fans, Dan."

Mazin: "WHO BROUGHT YOU SOUR PATCH KIDS?"

Davis: "You'll probably get fined by Coats for that, too."

Mazin: "Hey... um... shut up."

White: "Anyhow, in the squash, I mean, the ring, Leaf lifts Maniac to his feet, and tosses him over the top rope! He climbs onto the apron, and awaits Maniac to stand."

Davis: "Maniac is layed out, though."

[A pause.]

White: "He's still layed out."

[A pause, as Leaf steps in and out to kill the count.]

Mazin: "This could be awhile."

[Another pause, as all of a sudden Maniac turns his head.]

Mazin: "LIFE!"

White: "He's on a knee, he's standing, FLYING AXHANDLE FROM RED LEAF SENDS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN!"

Davis: "Leaf lifts him, and whips him into the guardrail! Maniac staggers out, Leaf catches him, BELLY TO BELLY ON THE RAMP WAY!"

White: "He now grabs Maniac by the hair, and tosses him into the ring."

Mazin: "Leaf ascends the ropes, and leaps, and just flat out stomps him on the stomach!"

Davis: "Causing Maniac to spit up. Yummy."

Mazin: "Can we end this thing?"

White: "Leaf lifts Maniac one more time, and double underhooks the arms."

Mazin: "He lifts Maniac, double underhook powerbomb!"

Davis: "And he lifts Maniac again."

White: "Maniac bent over, in a standing head scissors, Leaf lifts him, jumps, PILEDRIVER! THE MAPLEDRIVER! THAT JUMPING PILEDRIVER!"

Mazin: "Was that his finisher?"

Davis: "I guess so."

White: "Cover, count...

1.....

2....

THREE! Red Leaf takes the abnormally long squash."

Time of Fall: 8:12.

Written by...Alan Soriano

(An arial view of Dodger Stadium is shown...The headlights from the freeway are seen crossing the top of the view, and right in the center is the brightly lit stadium on a nice, mild evening in Los Angeles. The scene melts into a close up of a section of the fans at Dodger Stadium...Some hold signs up..One says "Chameleons Kids..." Another says "Get Well Soon, Justin..." A lovely female fan is sporting a cut off NACW T-Shirt in which you can see practically everything when she lifts up her arms to cheer...Steve Whites voice is heard voicing over a panning shot of the crowd....)

S.W: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ITS NACW SLAM MASTERS! THIS ALMOST JAM PACKED

STADIUM IS READY FOR SOME PRIME ACTION! I am Steve White, and alongside me are Tony Davis and Dan Mazin..

(The scene melts to show an announce table with Steve White in between Tony Davis and Dan Mazin...)

T.D: I can feel the energy here...

D.M: I can feel that blondes energy..I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLS!

S.W: And on that wrestling related note, lets go to a match I feel can be the sleeper of the night...A falls count anywhere match between Lost Metal and Jaguar! Lets go to ringside!!!!

(An announcer stands in the ring with a mic..)

Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCHUP! INTRODUCING FIRST..

("Got the Life" by Korn plays...)

Ann: ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY DESTINY, FROM LATROBE, PENNSYLVANIA, HE WEIGHS IN AT 286 LBS..JAGUAR!!!

(Jaguar comes out in his cut offs, Jaguar t-shirt, and jacket...Destiny wears a black mini skirt and midrift...He gets a small pop from the crowd as he goes into the ring...Suddenly, the lights go out and a huge pyro blasts as "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica plays..The lights come back on...)

Ann: AND HIS OPPONENT.. ACCOMPANIED BY NIGHT CHILD... FROM BEAVERTON, OREGON, WEIGHING IN AT 235 LBS...THE THING THAT SHOULD NOT BE...LOST METAL!!!

(Metal comes out in jean shorts and a Metallica T-Shirt, Night Child in leather pants and a black trenchcoat..Metal slaps hands with the fans, who give him a positive reaction...Before Metal reaches the ring, the referee Mikey Johnson points to Night Child, making a signal to send him back...)

S.W: And Mikey Johnson...Taking control here by sending both Night Child AND Destiny to the back!

T.D: A falls count anywhere match is no place for a bodyguard or a woman...

D.M: Especially that kind of woman..OH MAN! Unless she is wrestling..In mud..

T.D: Will you calm down, you breathing hormone?

S.W: And the bell rings finally, and Metal just taking it to Jaguar! Laying those lefts and rights into the larger man! And Jaguar falls out of the ring! Lost Metal now..whats he doing?

T.D: Looks like a doozy...Leaps onto the top rope...SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! That sends Jaguar over the safety railing AND INTO THE CROWD! Metal following Jaguar, who is stumbling his way through the crowd..Metal landing forearm smashes into the back of his head! Metal attacking Jaguar like a wild animal..

D.M: Jaguar looking more like a freaking gazelle caught in a lions grasp...And this fight is going deep into the crowd! Metal..whats he have?

S.W: Its a fans Royal Crown Cola! And he slams it over Jaguars head! More like an insult than..Now..Hes got some nachos! And he has just smeared the cheesy delight all over Jaguars face! And Jaguar is stumbling around, blinded by the hot cheese and Royal Crown Cola bath he just received! Lost Metal now has Jaguar..And rolls him back over the safety rail, but this time onto the ramp! Metal..Hes climbing the railing...SPINNING BODY ATTACK! Rolls up Jaguar...Johnson there.......

1

2

T.D: And Jaguar kicks out!

D.M: He better kick out..So far, its been a pathetic outing for this man...

S.W: I have to agree..And Metal now..climbing the railing again...Turns around...MOONSAULT..NO! Jaguar moves and Metal hits the railing HARD! Now Jaguar gets to his feet..And is finally mounting some offense...Stomping down on Metal...Now Jaguar...Elbow Drop..And Metal moves! And Jaguar hits that steel ramp HARD!

T.D: Jaguar is a mess as Metal climbs to the railing to recover...Metal up before Jaguar...Drop toe hold..OH MY GOD!!!! JAGUARS HEAD BOUNCES OFF OF THAT RAILING! Jaguar is bleeding! Hes busted open! Jaguar is writhing on the floor, but Metal picks him up by his hair...And is walking him to the back and has just thrown him backstage!

S.W: And the action has left the crowd and is backstage..Our cameras are following the action..Jaguar...HITS A STACK OF TRASH BARRELLS! Metal just whips him into that stack of metal trash barrells! And, to add insult, he just hit the wall as well!This match is going all the way to the far far back stage area!

D.M: Jaguar has just been horrendous...I havent seen anything this bad since the last house show, and no massacre like this since the Carrot Top movies box office figures came out!

S.W: You can say that again..Now this is..Going outside..Thats one of our production trailers out there...Metal...Just dragging a limp Jaguar..And now hes ramming his head into the trailer side...And the fans watching this on the big screen monitor are counting along...

1...2.....3.....4....5....6....7....8....9....10...11....1.2....1..3.....14... ...1.5..

T.D: My God, when will this stop?

D.M: I love this!!!

S.W: Hes gotta pin him after that...Wait...Hes dragging him up..And opening the trailer door...Hes stepping up with him...More like dragging him up...Hes signaling for something...

T.D: Hes got him hooked...CREPPING DEATH DROP! CREEPING DEATH DROP! That STUNNING maneuver was just performed off of the production trailer and onto concrete...

D.M: I love this! Do it again, Metal!

S.W: No, hes going for the cover...Johnson in position...

1

2

3

S.W: And not even a kickout..Jaguar is out and the EMT's are tending to him...What a great victory for Lost Metal!!

D.M: MAN! Look at this move again on our Royal Crown Cola replay...

(Shows in slow motion the second level Creeping Death Drop and Jaguars head snapping over Metals shoulder...)

D.M: AND THE CRUNCH THAT FOLLOWED..OH MAN...

S.W: Fans, we will back shortly..THIS IS NACW SLAM MASTERS!!!! WHAT A WIN FOR LOST METAL!

(Scene ends showing Lost Metal and Night Child reuniting in the back and celebrating...)

Time of Fall: 7:31.

Written by...Alan Soriano

(The scene opens from a commercial break with "Trust" by Megadeth playing and Shawn Coats walking to the ring...Hes in his usual: Black t-shirt, blue jeans and boots...He steps in between the ropes as the fans cheer...He takes a mic from someone on the floor and begins to speak, but before, Steve White voices over..)

S.W: Welcome back fans, and the owner Shawn Coats has come down..Whats this all about?

D.M: So nice he graced us with his presence this evening..

T.D: Pipe down...

(Coats begins to talk..)

Shawn: Allright...Tonight, I have come down here to announce the brackets for the NACW HARDCORE TOURNAMENT FOR THE NACW HARDCORE TITLE!!!

The matches are:

Dave Bean will take on Insane Wayne!

(Big pop as a split screen on the big screen shows Bean attacking Chameleon at Ultimate Jeopardy II and Wayne clocking some poor schmuck with Little Doll...)

Next up..I think you are gonna like this one.."The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes will face The Flying Scotsman!

(HUGE pop..split screen again...Rhodes dumping blood on Wayne is shown, and Scotsman nailing some schmo...The cheering lasts for quite a time and Shawn tries to talk through it, smiles, and the crowd dies down eventually..)

Allright..allright..Next matchup will be..Ban X versus Lost Metal!

(Ban X shown nailing his "X Marks the Spot" and Lost Metal is shown gutting a deer with Night Child...)

And finally...My Match..

(Crowd pops loudly..)

"The Superstar" Shawn Coats(Grin) versus Big O!

(Large pop..Big O shown in rookie rumble action, Shawn shown winning the IWA title from Avery Sharpe, and shown piledriving Jack Daniels through a table...)

Shawn: Allright, allright...Now, its time for me to go do something I dont normally do, and call this match!

(Fans pop as Shawn steps down, hands the mike to the announcer as he climbs the ring steps..Shawn takes a position next to Tony Davis, shakes hands with White, hugs Davis and shakes with Mazin, who looks disgustedly at Coats...)

S.W: Its great to have you here, Mister Coats..

D.M: Kiss ass..

T.D: What was that? Someone wants to visit the soup kitchen more often...

D.M:(Scowls)

(Suddenly, the theme to "Wild America" plays...)

Ann; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH IS SCHEDLUED FOR ONE FALL: INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY "Runs with the Pack",WEIGHING IN AT 217 lbs....BIG O!!!

(Big O comes out and shoots off a shotgun filled with blanks, and hands the gun to a stage hand as he heads to the ring with his heavyset Eskimo valet...He gets a fair pop as he goes to the ring and removes a hunting jacket and cap..."Friends in Low Places" by Garth Brooks plays and the fans rise..)

ANn: AND HIS OPPONENT...WEIGHING IN AT 229 LBS..BAN X!!!

(Ban X steps onto the ramp to a fairly good pop, one of the better ones of the evening...He walks to the ring, slapping the occasional hand...He steps into an opposite corner of Big O and starts to remove his jacket and stirrups as his music fades out...Referee Jimmy Bravado calls for the bell..)

S.W: And we are underway fans..Should be a good one between Ban X and Big O!

D.M: Sheesh, reminds me of a tic tac toe game gone to shit..

S.C: Hey, that was actually funny Mazin..You may just keep your job..

D.M: Oy..

S.W: Here we go, the two lock up..and Big O muscles Ban X to the corner..Nails a kneelift to the abdomen...And another...But Ban X fighting out of the corner...Right hand..Another..Another..No..Blocked..And a nice hip toss by Big O..Ban X back up..Big O catches Ban X..Oh! Powerslam by Big O! Cover...NO! Not even a one count!

T.D: Big O trying to put away Ban X early...Big O now..with the whip into the ropes...And a nice side leg sweep by Big O! Now Big O off the ropes..And nails an elbow drop to the head...Rollup by Big O...

1

2

S.W: Only a two count!

S.C: Thus far, its been all Big O..

S.W: Shawn, seeing Big O in there, do you think it was such a good idea to return to the ring?

S.C: Most definately...Ive seen bigger and badder than him...

T.D: Big O now..sets Ban X up now...Belly to back..No..Ban X lands on his feet...Dropkick! Sends him down! Big O up quick...CLothesline by Ban X! Cover there...And Big O kicks out quickly...Gets up quickly..and lands a flying lariat! Cover..

1

2

D.M: NO! Not this time..That Okie...

S.C: Now you are definately keeping your job...

S.W: Big O now has Ban X in a wristlock...Hoisting that wrist up..Looks quite painful... Now Ban X..reaching for the ropes with his free..He has the ropes and Bravado telling O to let him go...But Big O responds to that with a kick to the gut. Big O being very methodical here...

T.D: His style is not high flying, and its a rarity when a man under 220 lbs is a power wrestler nowadays...

S.W: Wait..Ban X..Reverses things...Desperation Jawjacker there by Ban X! And both men are down! Runs with the pack down at ringside cheering on Big O, and the crowd cheering on Ban X! Both men crawling to their feet...Big O up first..Hooks Ban X...SPIKE DDT! I think he just knocked X out! And Big O is struggling to his feet...Wait a minute..

(Camera goes from the ring to show Brian J Blottie sneaking up behind Runs With the Pack...)

T.D: WHAT THE HELL IS BLOTTIE DOING OUT HERE?

S.W: Wait a minute..OH MAN! HE JUST NAILED A REVERSE DDT ON HER! OH MY GOD! Now Bravado has turned away from X, and here comes Big O! And Ban X is recovering, meanwhile..BUT WAIT!

(A disturbance is in the crowd, and Lost Metal climbs over the railing and enters the ring..)

D.M: LOST METAL! LOST METAL! HAS BAN X..CREEPING DEATH DROP!!!! AND BAN X IS

DOWN AGAIN! I LOVE THAT GUY!

T.D: REF!!!!!

S.W: Bravado now in between Big O...Blottie on the apron...Wait..Big O...WENT TO DECK BLOTTIE BUT BRAVADO GETS DECKED AND NOW THE REF IS DOWN! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS..ITS TOTAL PAND..Shawn, WHERE IS SHAWN GOING??

(Coats sneaks up behind a confused Big O, who is looking at an unconscious Runs with the Pack outside the ring...Coats turns him around..)

S.W: COATS..KICK TO THE GUT...SUPERSTAR SHORT BOMB! THAT SHORT POWER BOMB HAS PLANTED BIG O! AND THE CROWD IS GETTING OUT OF HAND HERE! Things are flying at us from here..Have been since Blottie came in!

D.M: OW! Those damn peanut bags hurt when thrown hard enough!

T.D: I CANT BELIEVE SHAWN JUST DID THAT!!

S.W: And Coats now trying to revive the referee...Ban X..rolling over..His hand draped on Big O..Bravado crawling over..Coats leaves the ring..Bravado in position...

1

2

S.W:NO!!! BIG O KICKED OUT! MY GOD HE KICKED OUT!

T.D: And Shawn is furious on the outside!!!! Slamming the mat! Now Runs With the Pack is back up..Slamming the mat for Big O to get up...Now Big O crawling to a corner..Ban is up..Hes waiting on Big O to get up!!!

S.W: Setting him up for that sidekick known as X Marks the Spot! Whatta match!

T.D: Big O is up..Stumbling towards Ban X...THE KICK..DUCKED! BIG O..HOOKS BAN..DDT..NO..BLOCKED AGAIN...BAN X...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!! BRIDGE..BRAVADO OVER....

1

2

3!!!!

S.W: BAN X WINS A STUNNING MATCH! OH MY GOD! Fans are going crazy here as Ban X celebrates his victory in the ring...Big O now up and looking ferociously at Shawn Coats as he leaves with Runs with the Pack..Dan, you do this..

(SLo-Mo replay)

D.M: Well check out our Royal Crown Cola replay....Ban X tries to superkick Big O..He ducks..Catches Ban X's head, and tries a DDT, But Ban uses his leg to block, and gain leverage, and takes Big O over and has the presence of mind to bridge...Pinning Big O's shoulders to the mat with his weight and leverage, there was no way he could escape..Your winner..BAN X!

S.W: Fans, dont go away..More action coming up!

Time of Fall: 9:42.

[Scene: It's late in the evening, around the eleven o'clock hour, as the moon is set, the stars over gazing the skyline, and the cold air brisking in the air. We are in a rather roomy hotel room, most likely in the main living room section of the place. There is a 36" television sitting in the corner, with a VCR on top of it. Aside that, to it's right, is a large refrigerator, which leads to the kitchen section of the room, where there is a small table, some chairs, and a wooden framed microwave. To the other side, off the blue colored walls, lay a King Sized bed, where an open suitcase lay, shirts and pants all over the bed spread, one shirt reading "Just a bit Extreme", and a couple pair of painter pants lay next to that. The green colored floor, is noticable, as a man walks onto the scene.]

[As we see the backside of the man walk onto the scene, he is wearing a baggy pair of FUBU jeans, which cuff at the unlaced LUGZ shoes, and his Extra Large t-shirt, reading "Can-I-Bus", over shadows down to his upper thigh area. The man turns around, and is now easily recognized as Dave "too Extreme" Bean, as his dirty blonde hair, freshly cut, shines in the light, his brown haired goatee set's off his facial features, as he has a relaxed look on his face. Some music is heard in the background, now recognized as "Second Round KO" by Can-I-Bus, as Dave walks over to the VCR, and slides in a VHS tape, as the television turns on upon the tape being inserted. He then walks to the bed, and takes a seat on the corner, as the tape starts.]

DAVE BEAN - Alright...let's see what we got....

[The tape starts, as the television obviously is showing a wrestling match, and one man is easily recognizable, as the NACW Television Champion, Chameleon, is wrestling some no-name, good for nothing, southern peice of trash. As Chameleon continuously rules the match, Dave Bean watches, paying very close attention. As Chameleon comes out of nowhere, hitting the infamous ARISON Suplex on the jobber, getting the win, Bean hit's the pause button, and begins to speak is concentrating mind...]

DAVE BEAN - Well I'm not going to lie everybody, Dave Bean, may just be in for the fight of his life, this weekend. I've been in World Title matches, Tag Title mathces, all kinds of stuff like that, but Chameleon may be my hardest, obstacle that has ever come forth to my steps... So, that's why I'm letting you all know, that the "Extreme" one, isn't just laying back, and waiting for it to come to me, nope, Bean is workin for this, because I know, the only way I'm ever going to get some damn respect around this place, is by getting a couple extra, shiny pounds around my waist...So, if that's what the man's got to do, then that's what I, Dave Bean, am planning on doing on Saturday Night Slam Masters, March twenty-first, in good ol' L.A., where we can follow the legendary lyrics of the late, great, Tupac Shakur, by saying "To Live and Die in L.A", where not only will I live greatly and royaly as the NACW Television Champion, but the man known as "Chameleon", will surely, die. No, the man Chameleon will not meet death, but the character, the so called "Gimmick" of Chameleon, is sure to meet his demise......God, I can't wait............

VOICE - Wait for what baby?

[A lovely, short and slim blonde, with yet a rather large bust walks onto the scene, wearing some green and bage longere, sitting next to Bean, and begins to rub the shoulders of Dave Bean.]

DAVE BEAN - Well now that I think about it, I can't wait for these NACW Crew losers to get out of the room, so I can really win some "Gold", if I can call it that....by the way, NACW, have you guys met my lovely wife yet, Malinda?

MALINDA - Yeah I think they did, remember at the gym?

DAVE BEAN - Ah, the basketball workout, yeah you've seen her... And we all know you haven't stopped thinkin about her since, right guys?

[Bean smirks]

MALINDA - So did you lay it down, on Chameleon?

DAVE BEAN - Only lyrically.....physically demolishment, comes this Saturday, at Dodgers Stadium.

MALINDA - Were going to L.A.?! Can I go shopping then, I need some new, uh, "night wear".....

[A smirk now from Malinda]

DAVE BEAN - As long as I'm the first one to see it.....

[They both smirk, and give each other a small kiss]

DAVE BEAN - Oh Chameleon, if you only knew, what I've got planned for you. Your just a little pink haired, blue lipsticked, punk ass kid, who thinks he knows everything, because he is carrying the good ol' NACW Television Title around. You know what Chammy, I truely dont think the NACW, the NACW fans, or the wrestling world gives a rats ass who you are, or what you got, so stop flaunting, show up Saturday, and give that gold to the rightful owner, the man, the "Extreme One".....give it up to Dave "too Extreme" Bean.....

MALINDA - But before you go hopping into the ring this Saturday, against my....my baby Dave, ask yourself one question...

[Malinda grabs the strap of her longere top, slowly pulling it down her shoulder...]

MALINDA -

ARE

YOU

READY

TO

GET

EXTREME?!

[The screen fades, as Dave Bean places his hand on hers, stopping her from revealing anything unusual. Is Bean ready for this challenge? Is Chameleon? Things may get a little too Extreme this Saturday, be sure to tune into Saturday Night Slam Masters, in good ol' LA, as the match of the year, may occur in front of your very eyes!]

Written by...Patrick Gottsegen

[The crowd comes to their feet, as "Going out with a Blast" by Fiend is heard as it begins to blare over the speakers in the arena. Then, from behind the curtain, comes Dave "too Extreme" Bean, wearing the usual street clothes, with black wrestling boots, black carpenter pants, and his own Hardcore t-shirt. Behind him, is the nearly naked wife, Malinda, who makes the guys hot and the girls jot, at her beauty and essence.]

[He slaps some fans hands, then rolls under the bottom rope, and goes straight to the ring. He walks to the center of the ring, and raises the trusty singapore cane, which is always with him, high up in the air, bringing the crowd to his feet.]

DAVID SMITH- "In the ring at this time, standing at 6'4" and weighing 245 pounds, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio, this is DAVE 'too extreme' BEEEEEEEAN!"

Davis: "Who exactly does this guy think he is? This has to be the cockiest son of a bitch known to man. What right does he have? What has he _EVER_ done?"

Mazin: "He's done a lot more than you have in there."

Davis: "Oh, really? HWA World Champion sound familiar?"

White: "Boys, please. Right now, we've got a TV title match on our hands, and you should be excited about that."

Davis: "Don't get me wrong. I _WANT_ to see this match. But he's got no right to act the way he does."

Mazin: "Cry about it."

Davis: "Go to hell."

["Voodoo Child" by Jimi Hendrix begins to play over the loud speaker.]

White: "Excuse me?"

["Big Dog" Justin Russell steps through the curtain, on crutches from his groin injury. He makes his way into the announcer's booth, as Tony Davis immediately stands up and leaves.]

Mazin: "Big man! How's the groin?"

Russell: "Well, smart ass, I just had surgery Wednesday and I plan to back in the ring late June or early July."

White: "Such a shame. Billy Classon is going to fall hard for this one."

Russell: "And he's not going to be wearing _MY_ gold for long."

["Making Time" by Creation begins to play over the sound system.]

[The fans erupt, all to their feet, as the resident NACW freak, Chameleon, steps through the curtain. His appearance is tought to describe. His hair, to his shoulders, is half pink, and half black striped, going black, pink, black, pink, etc... He's in black tights, except for the pink around the groin, pink boots with black heel, calf, and toe trimming, and a white T-shirt that's beaten to a pulp.]

[Oddly enough, the fans love this guy. The roof is exploding, as he walks down to the ring brandishing his television title. He's got a huge smile on his face, for some unknown reason, as he acknowledges all the fans with it. Finally, he begins to step up the stairs.]

DAVID SMITH- "Ladies and Gentlemen, arriving ringside, he is the NACW TELEVISION CHAMPION! Standing at 6'1" and weighing 195 pounds and hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... THIS IS CHAMELEON!"

White: "A big fan of yours, I hear."

Mazin: "Yeah, I'm a popular-"

Russell: "He meant me, genuis. Chameleon and I do get along quite well, yes, as we should, being brothers-in-law. Myself and Dan, however... well, that's a different story."

Mazin: "Was that a challenge? I can take you right now!"

Russell: "Go away."

White: "IN THE RING at this time, lock up. Bean tosses the smaller Chameleon into the corner, and raises his arm into the air."

Russell: "Mistake! Chameleon comes out a spinning heel kick, paintbrushing Bean, who falls straight down!"

Mazin: "Drops the knee on the leg right afterward. TV champ looking good. Freaky, but good."

White: "Thank you for that, Dan. Bean to his feet, Chameleon dips around with a wastelock, Bean elbows him the jaw, and Chameleon relents, and Bean turns and _NAILS_ Chameleon with a discus punch! I've never seen a punch quite like that!"

Russell: "Chameleon falls, and Bean quickly begins kicking in the chest of Chameleon. He lifts Chameleon now, in the corner, open hand chop to the chest! And another!"

Mazin: "But Chameleon will have none of it! He reverses their positions, and chops Bean! And again! And again! Irish whip attempt, reversed, Chameleon catches Bean coming out of the corner with a dropkick!"

White: "Chameleon quickly runs at Bean, who's lodged in the corner, and clothesline him in the corner!"

Russell: "Bean falls, Chameleon leaps, holding the top for leverage, and boots him in the Head!"

Mazin: "Too extreme my ass."

Russell: "You fight Chameleon."

Mazin: "I'm _NOT_ touching Chameleon."

White: "Both men vertical, Chameleon scoops Bean, and slams him!"

Russell: "Chameleon hops on the apron, pulls over the top rope, leg drop!"

Mazin: "He lifts Bean again, front face lock, pulls him to the center of the ring... and... uhh... he kind layed down and wrapped Bean in some kind of full body scissors with a face lock."

White: "Almost like a full body squeeze."

Russell: "Let's just say it's painful. Bean is swinging both arms everywhere, not hitting anything, and Chameleon finally relents. Chameleon lifts him, vertical suplex attempt, Bean blocks, knees Chameleon in the gut, grabs the leg, FISHERMAN SUPLEX! COUNT IT!

1...

2, and barely a two."

White: "Chameleon hasn't taken nearly enough punishment in there. Chameleon springs up, Bean kicks him in the gut, and DDT'S HIM INTO THE MAT!"

Mazin: "Bean quickly hops over the top rope, and grabs a chair! YES!"

White: "That'll DQ him."

Russell: "Well, he's not using it as a weapon, he set it up in the center of the ring! Chameleon is standing, laid out against the ropes, Bean hits the other side, springs off the chair, and nails a leaping sidekick, sending Chameleon OVER the top rope!"

Mazin: "And _THAT'S_ why he's too extreme!"

Russell: "Uhhh, yeah. He sprung off a chair."

White: "Anyhow, Chameleon is slowly standing on the outside of the ring, and Bean dives in... BASEBALL SLIDE!"

Mazin: "Chameleon goes head first into the railing! Beautiful!"

Russell: "Bean now climbs to the outside, he's rummaging under the ring..."

White: "He needs a weapon, I guess, to beat the TV champ."

Mazin: "Whatever it takes. He's got... that looks like a board."

White: "A wooden plank is in the hands of Bean! Steve Deo stops the count, trying to pull it away, but Bean won't have it! He lifts Chameleon... NO! Chameleon gouges the eyes, pulls away the board, and..."

Russell: "BREAKS IT OVER BEAN'S HEAD!"

Mazin: "Chameleon grabs Bean, slides him back in, covers...

1...

2...

FOOT ON THE ROPES!"

White: "What luck for Bean."

Russell: "Chameleon lifts Bean to a standing position again, cradles the head, grabs the leg, T-BONE SUPLEX!"

Mazin: "He lifts him again, spins him, full nelson, DRAGON SUPLEX ATTEMPT, blocked by Bean! Again, BLOCKED! Bean's fighting..."

White: "AND KICKS CHAMELEON IN THE GROIN!"

Russell: "With just one cheap kick, Bean killed all of the television champ's momentum."

Mazin: "Tell you something about our television champ?"

Russell: "How would you like it if you got kicked in the balls?"

White: "Wrestling, boys? In the ring, Bean lifts Chameleon, sets him in the center of the ring... PILEDRIVER!"

Mazin: "He raises his arms in the air, knowing that gold is his! One foot on Chameleon's chest!

1...

2...

Erm, um, no."

White: "Never use one foot on the chest."

Russell: "Well, if the man's unconscience, he's unconscience."

Mazin: "Word, my brother."

Russell: "What?"

White: "Ignore him. Bean holding a head vice on Chameleon, pushing his head way off the side, and catching some breath himself."

Mazin: "Chameleon powers to his feet in it, though, but Bean, smart guy that he is, just kicks out the feet!"

Russell: "Bean to the ropes, spalsh attempt, CHAMELEON GETS THE KNEES UP!"

White: "Both men down, double count ensues!"

Mazin: "Bean is slowly getting up, and Chameleon is resting on the middle rope, facing outward."

Russell: "Bean sees this, stands, runs at the ropes, comes back, attempts to jump on the neck of Chameleon, MISSES! Falls back, head first!"

White: "Chameleon quickly on the offensive, lifts Bean, whips him into the corner, chases him, MONKEY FLIPS HIM OUT!"

Russell: "Chameleon quickly to the top, dives, SENTON SPLASH!"

Mazin: "Bean is in some massive trouble now, as Chameleon lifts him again, Cobra clutch, SUPLEX! Cobra Clutchplex, into a cover

1....

2...

THR... NO!"

White: "So close, so close. What more does Chameleon need to do?"

[With that, the fans all jump to their feet and begin to mumble about something going on by the curtain.]

Russell: "What's that?"

White: "I don't... know..."

Mazin: "BILLY CLASSON! OUR WORLD CHAMPION MAKES THE APPEARENCE!"

Russell: "Does he _EVER_ mind his own business?"

White: "Obviously not. But I don't believe Chameleon notices yet, so let's focus on the ring, as Classon stands ringside."

Mazin: "In the ring, Bean is getting the crap beat out of him. So, who wants to place bets on the outcome of the match now?"

Russell: "Chameleon with a guillotine DDT in the ring, and he just saw Classon... he's heading over..."

White: "He's yelling something, and spits right on Classon!"

Mazin: "BEAN FROM BEHIND WITH A ROLL UP!

1....

2....

THREE!"

Russell: "TWO, you doof. Chameleon grabs Bean, lifts him, leaping piledriver, but no cover! He slides through the bottom ropes, and the chase is on!"

Mazin: "AND SO IS THE COUNT!"

White: "Classon is sprinting down the aisle, and runs through the curtain!"

Mazin: "1!"

Russell: "Chameleon is quickly following!"

Mazin: "2!"

White: "Chameleon through the curtain!"

Mazin: "3!"

Russell: "He stops, looking for Classon, asking where he went..."

Mazin: "4!"

White: "CLASSON SPRINGS FROM BEHIND, JUMPING ON CHAMELEON'S BACK!"

Mazin: "5!"

Russell: "Chameleon tosses him off, and begins to pummel him, however!"

Mazin: "6!"

White: "Classon is feeling right, left, right, left!"

Mazin: "7!"

Russell: "Doesn't look like much a world champ now, eh?"

Mazin: "8!"

White: "Not at all, no! Justice!"

Mazin: "9!"

Russell: "Chameleon lifts Classon, and here's security to break it up!"

Mazin: "TOO LATE! TOO LATE! Fans, the Television champion has just _LOST_ the match to DAVE 'too extreme' BEAN!"

White: "Well, yes, but, titles cannot change hands on a countout."

Mazin: "Who cares? Chameleon LOST!"

Russell: "But he got some revenge on Classon, and that's all that matters. That's enough."

Time of Fall: 6:28.

Written by...Justin Russell

White: Here we are, we're just one more match away from the chaos that will be Crimson Rain, but this match is no slouch, either. It's a Triple Threat match between The Flying Scotsman, Brian J. Blottie, and Shaun McWhirter. Please note, this is not a three-way dance, which is an elimination match. This is Triple Threat, and that means the first man to score a pinfall or submission will gain the victory. Anything goes, and you can do whatever you want.

Mazin: Sounds pretty good to me...

White: Okay, for those of you just joining us, we've been joined by former two-time NACW World Champion "Big Dog" Justin Russell at the booth, we've seen Chameleon lose to Dave Bean by a countout so he could go fight Billy Classon, we saw one hell of a match between Ban X and Big O in which Shawn Coats and Lost Metal both got involved, and we've seen Obediah get clubbed by both Dudley Do Wrong and Mr. Faith, only to be saved by Johnny "Sun" Coast.

Russell: Yeah, and Mazin left the booth during one of the three total squashes. Don't worry though, Danny. Shawn's not upset with you. He just wants to make sure that you got him some Milk Duds.

Mazin: Uh...

Russell: You didn't do that, huh?

Mazin: No...

Russell: Then you can probably count that as a $500 fine.

White: Okay, let's get ready for this match. Drew Fortesque, we're all ears.

<"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play>

Drew Fortesque: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall with no time limit, and it is a Triple Threat match! Introducing first, he weighs in at 267 pounds and stands 6'7"..."The Scottish Monster"...Shaun McWhirter!

<McWhirter walks down to the ring to something of a negative pop. The fans don't really give him a reaction, but he doesn't care. He slides underneath the ring ropes, takes off his hat, and awaits music...and what sounds like "More Human than Human" by White Zombie strikes up, but it turns out to be..."More Scottish than the Scottish" by the Experience!>

Fortesque: His opponent, he weighs in at 234 pounds and stands 5'10". He thinks that he is the "True Living Legend"...Brian J. Blottie!

<Blottie walks out of the entrance wearing a shirt that says "Simply Scottish" on the front, along with a plaid kilt. He enters the ring, takes off the shirt and kilts, and reveals his normal gear...black jeans. The music cuts, and "Oh Flower of Scotland" begins to play to an amazingly loud pop (sorry Graeme...he's popular)>

Fortesque: And their opponent, he weighs in at 275 pounds and stands 6'5". He is one of the craziest men in professional wrestling...The Flying Scotsman!

<The doors open, and Scotsman walks out, dressed in a Glasgow Rangers t-shirt and a kilt. He wanders down to the ring, and then slides underneath the bottom rope. McWhirter doesn't wait for the bell to ring and attacks Scotsman. The music cuts and the bell rings>

Mazin: And we've got a brawl! McWhirter couldn't wait for the bell, and he's going right for Scotsman! Scotsman is getting stomped, but he's trying to get up with each shot he takes!

White: McWhirter rips off Scotsman's shirt and kilt, and Blottie is just standing there, grinning! He's been taking advantage of the Scotsman all week, and now, he's going to let Scotsman and McWhirter brawl with each other to tire them out!

Russell: I gotta admit, that's a smart plan. I wouldn't employ that strategy, but it is interesting.

Mazin: McWhirter tries to deliver a punch, but Scotsman blocks it, and then delivers an excellent punch to the jaw. Scotsman is back up, as is McWhirter, and the two are brawling near the ropes, trying to get the advantage on each other, and Blottie runs over and dumps both men over the top rope!

White: Blottie waiting for the two to get up...and he goes flying over the top with a slingshot plancha, crashing down on top of both men!

Russell: Blottie gets back up and grabs the timekeeper's chair, waiting for someone to get back up. McWhirter's the first one, and the unlucky bastard gets cracked with a chair. That just goes to show you what happens when you don't watch yourself.

White: Scotsman gets back up, and he doesn't see Blottie with the chair! Blottie cracks Scotsman over the head!

Mazin: I thought those two were friends!

Russell: #1, Blottie is using Scotsman. #2, this is a Triple Threat match. You do anything to win.

White: Blottie rolls McWhirter into the ring and gets a cover!

Referee: One...two...

Mazin: McWhirter gets the shoulder up. Blottie places him back up, and clotheslines him over the top rope, right to the waiting Scotsman!

Russell: Scotsman lifts McWhirter and drops him face-first onto the table! McWhirter is holding his jaw, and that gives Scotsman a perfect opportunity to put him next to the ringpost and blast him with a jumping avalanche!

White: Scotsman's holding his head. He may have been hurt on that move.

Mazin: McWhirter tackles him, and starts using rapid-fire punches like he did early in the match, but, like earlier in the match, Scotsman turns things around.

White: Scotsman lifts him up...piledriver! Piledriver! Right on the concrete! Holy crap!

Russell: Scotsman is digging underneath the ring for something...

Mazin: Table?

White: Table!

Russell: Scotsman is setting up the table, and he places McWhirter onto it. McWhirter is in trouble...wait! Blottie is up on top, just as Scotsman was going to go for an elbowdrop off the apron!

White: Blottie leaps...SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON THE OUTSIDE! Blottie just sawed through the table and Shaun McWhirter!

Mazin: Blottie is getting back in, and Scotsman doesn't know what to do. Pinfalls can't take place on the outside of the ring, so he's going to roll McWhirter back in! He's setting him up...Scottish Breaker, perhaps?

White: NO! Blottie delivers a low blow to Scotsman! Scotsman is holding his crotch, and there has to be no doubt in his mind...he knows who did that!

Russell: Blottie is setting McWhirter up for a piledriver...but Scotsman is back up and runs over Blottie with a clothesline! McWhirter is still bent over, so Scotsman blasts him with an double axhandle smash!

White: Scotsman is going nuts! He's attacking anything that moves!

Mazin: Blottie is back up, and Scotsman boots him in the face! McWhirter tries to get back up, but Scotsman drops a forearm onto his head! The referee tries to break it up, but Scotsman takes a swing at him!

White: Blottie, McWhirter, and the referee are all on the outside of the ring, and Scotsman has gone berserk!

Russell: Scotsman grabs a turnbuckle hook, and pulls it straight out of the post! He pulled one of our turnbuckles out! Who the hell is this guy?

White: Wait a second, Jeremy Rhodes is coming down, trying to calm Scotsman down. These two have a weird friendship, a friendship fused something along the lines of hardcore matches.

Russell: They're fighting each other in the Hardcore tournament, though, should rhodes fail to win the U.S. title. Rhodes made it clear to me before going on the air that if he wins the U.S. title, he has every intention of dropping out of the Hardcore title tournament.

Mazin: Rhodes slides underneath the bottom rope, and he is now face-to-face with Scotsman. He's trying to talk some sense into Scotsman.

White: Scotsman looks confused...Rhodes is going out and getting something...a chair! What the...?!

Russell: Rhodes is telling Scotsman to calm down, and he delivers a stiff chair shot for emphasis! That put a dent right into that chair!

White: Scotsman is grinning now, and the two shake hands. McWhirter and Blottie both rush the ring...and Rhodes pastes Blottie across the face with a chair! Scotsman nails McWhirter with a lariat! Scotsman signalling...it's Scottish Breaker time!

Mazin: Scotsman has the cobra clutch on one side, toehold on the other...rolls McWhirter over...and McWhirter wastes no time in submitting! This one's over, and it only took about six minutes!

<The bell rings>

Fortesque: Your winner of this match...The Flying Scotsman!

White: Blottie gets back up, as Rhodes and Scotsman shake hands again. Blottie looks at Scotsman...and Scotsman hugs Blottie?! Look at that look of pure disgust on Blottie's face! He's lucky Scotsman can't see that!

Russell: Rhodes threatens Blottie with the chair, and Blottie pats Scotsman on the back...something's going on there with Blottie and Rhodes.

White: We're going to take a commercial break, and we'll be back. We're just a few short moments away...Crimson Rain is next!

Time of Fall: 5:49.

Written by...Justin Russell

White: We're out here in the night, here at Dodger Stadium, and the cage is being constructed for our next match, the Crimson Rain match. Crimson Rain matches usually aren't held in cages, but since we are in an open-air stadium without a roof, we had to compensate.

Russell: I'm glad Jeremy Rhodes likes these matches, because I would never, and I mean never get involved in one. I've got a ton of respect for anyone who will fight in one of these matches, and I've got about eight tons of respect for Rhodes, because this is his third Crimson Rain match.

White: As we know, our fellow boradcaster, Tony Davis, competed in the last Crimson Rain match, and that was the reason why this match was banned in 48 states...Davis wrapped barbed-wire around Rhodes' head and pulled it together, nearly ripping out Rhodes' left eye. Tony will be acting as the special guest referee in this matchup, because this is unsanctioned, and no referee would do it.

Mazin: I'm looking forward to this matchup. Insane Wayne and Jeremy Rhodes have both been having a ton of problems with each other, but even I think Wayne went too far by electrocuting Rhodes about three weeks ago. That's why at the end of period #5, a cattle prod will come down.

White: For those of you checking out Crimson Rain for the first time, let's give you a little rundown of what happens. Justin Russell, take it away!

Russell: Well, first of all, you've got this contraption on the roof of the cage that will be distributing barbed-wire. That will be operated by two workers. There are five periods in this match, each three minutes long. At the end of each period, twenty two-foot strands of barbed-wire will fall from the contraption. By the end of all five periods, both competitors are usually very bloody. Now, as a special stipulation for this match, as Dan Mazin mentioned, a cattle prod will be a part of the final period. Now, the cage for this match is going to have a little distance from the ring apron. The corners of the cage are linked to the ringpost, but the rest of the cage is about four feet from the ring apron, so you can get underneath the ring. We've also hidden several "special" weapons underneath the ring, like a cinder block, a bucket, quite a few chairs, a baseball bat, and even a snow shovel.

White: We are going to warn you ahead of time on this match. If you are squeamish, if you don't like violence, oif you are under the age of 18, then we'd suggest you not watch this match. This match is going to be graphically violent, and it may be a little hard to watch. In fact, it's going to be very hard to watch.

Russell: Never mind the hype...the cage is built! Fortesque...GO!

Fortesque: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, and it is the main event! It is a Crimson Rain match with no time limit! Before we introduce the combatants, please welcome the special guest referee. He is...Tony Davis!

<"Just Got Paid" by ZZ Top begins to play. Davis walks out of the entrance to a loud pop. He is wearing a referee's shirt and black jeans. Davis shakes the hands on a few fans, and then steps into the cage. He salutes the fans, and then notes for his music to cut. It does, and then it is replaced with "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie>

Fortesque: And now, the combatants. Introducing first, he weighs in at 211 pounds and hails from Albuquerque, New Mexico. He is accompanied to the ring tonight by the lovely Leah Singleton, and he in the challenger. Please welcome..."The Lobo"...Jeremy Rhodes!

<Rhodes steps out of the entrance to a huge pop. He is wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt as well as a black, red, and white bold-striped skirt. He is wearing his customary white high-top canvas Converse sneakers. However, he has added something new to his outfit...tan pantyhose. Singleton soon follows, wearing an NACW jacket, a black t-shirt, and blue jeans. She is trying to give words of encouragement to Rhodes, but Rhodes has none of it. Rhodes enters the cage, and slide underneath the bottom rope. The fans are just going nuts because of Rhodes. His music stops, and then "12" by the Insane Clown Posse begins to play, as the cheers for Rhodes turn to unanimous boos>

Fortesque: And his opponent, he weighs in at 285 pounds and hails from Meadowood hospital. He is accompanied to the ring tonight by the not-so-lovely Little Doll, and he is the NACW United States Champion...Insane Wayne!

<Wayne comes running out, swinging the U.S. title. The Doll is in his pocket, but he is forced to remove it before he steps into the cage. Wayne obliges, hands both the Doll and the title to a ring attendant. His music cuts, and the bell rings to start the match>

Mazin: This one is going to be rough.

White: Wayne tries to shoot in on Rhodes, but Rhodes catches Wayne with an elbow to the head. Rhodes lets Wayne get up and applies an immediate abdominal stretch, with his hand on the rope, gripping it for a little leverage, and Davis catches him in the act.

Tony Davis <who yells loud enough to be heard>: Hey! Rhodes! Don't hurt that rope!

Russell: Wayne hiptosses him over the side, but Rhodes scrambles to his feet quickly and dropkicks Wayne right in the jaw!

Mazin: Rhodes kicks Wayne in the groin, grabs him by the neck, and runs up the turnbuckles...Lobo Snap!

White: Rhodes hit his finisher, and he's covering, but this is Crimson Rain! He can't make a cover, because he won't get a count!

Mazin: Rhodes looks a little angry, as he's taking an argument to Davis, but that won't help matters...and Wayne bulldogs him from behind!

Russell: Rhodes should have known better than that. He left himself open.

White: Wayne slams Rhodes and then delivers a quick legdrop to stun him. Wayne picks Rhodes up and then delivered a reverse suplex, which leaves Rhodes holding his nose.

Russell: Wayne picks up Rhodes by the hair, and starts using a hair swing! Rhodes is flying through the air, with Wayne pulling with all of his might.

Mazin: Wayne lets go, and Rhodes slides to the outside. Rhodes going underneath the ring, and Wayne tries to follow, but Rhodes appears on the other side...with a snow shovel! Rhodes gets up to the top rope, as Wayne is still looking underneath the ring, and Rhodes leaps off, whacking Wayne in the back with the shovel!

Russell: Wayne hit the back of his head on the apron, too!

White: Wayne is holding the back of his head...

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White: And here comes the barbed-wire! The first period is over!

Mazin: And Rhodes slides in and, like a kid in a candy shop, goes nuts! Wayne rolls back in and slams Rhodes in the back with a double axhandle smash. Wayne lifts Rhodes up in a Gorilla press, walks around...and throws him head-first into the cage!

Russell: Rhodes became a human javelin! He crashed head-first into the cage, right onto the bars, and he fell right to the floor!

White: Leah Singleton is on the other side, trying to get Rhodes to stand up, but Wayne is down on the mat and rolls him in. Wayne fishes a chair out from underneath the ring, gets him tied up in the ropes, and plasters him with the chair!

Mazin: Rhodes can't fall down, because he's tied up in the ropes!

Russell: Wayne is pulls some tape out from his pants, and he is taping some of the barbed-wire to the chair! Wayne has taped about five strands of barbed-wire to the chair, and he cracks Rhodes on the head with it!

Mazin: Blood! I see blood! Jeremy Rhodes is bleeding!

Russell: And by the end of the match, Wayne will be bleeding too. That's why it's called Crimson Rain.

White: Rhodes gets unhooked with one arm, but Wayne slams another chair shot right onto the head of Rhodes, cutting Rhodes open even more. Wayne now puts Rhodes in a chinlock with one hand, and digging his fingernails into Rhodes' cuts to open them up.

Mazin: That's disgusting.

Russell: That's wrestling. If you see someone bleeding, you make them bleed more.

Mazin: Wayne now switches to a basic chinlock, getting some rest, as there is about 15 seconds left before the second period ends.

White: Rhodes isn't bleeding very heavily, but those cuts are right above his eyes, and that blood is blinding him. Rhodes is wiping blood out of his eyes about every couple of seconds.

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Russell: And here comes 20 more strands of barbed-wire. So far, there hasn't really been anything special to this match, but we're still only six minutes in.

Mazin: Rhodes fighting his way out of the chinlock, , but Wayne headbutts Rhodes, lifts him up, and bodyslams him onto the pile of barbed-wire, and that's going to open at least a cut on the back.

White: Rhodes is holding his back, and he's got a strand of barbed-wire stuck in his back. Wayne sets him up, for a piledriver, I guess. Wayne lifts, but Rhodes rides up, delivering punches into the forehead!

Russell: Rhodes arches himself back, and delivers with a Frankensteiner! Wayne got some barbed-wire stuck into his head!

Mazin: Wayne is holding his head, pulling the barbed-wire out.

White: Rhodes picks up the chair with the barbed-wire taped on it, throws it to Wayne, and dropkicks the chair right onto Wayne's face! Both men are busted open now!

Russell: Rhodes goes to the outside, and he's got something under the ring...he's pull it out...oh crap...

Mazin: That's a cinder block...

White: A cinder block! Jeremy Rhodes has a cinder block!

Mazin: Rhodes slides in, waits for Wayne to get up...Rhodes with a hammer-style swing...and he cracks him with the block! Wayne's jaw has gotta be broken!

Russell: Rhodes is grinning like a madman, and he's making a motion...oh, no.

Mazin: Rhodes spread-eagles Wayne...and drops the cinder block right onto Wayne's crotch! Holy shit!

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White: Both Wayne and Rhodes are tired now, but Rhodes grabs a chair, and he's smashing the cinder block with that chair!

Mazin: A cinder block weighs about ten pounds, and Rhodes slamming that chair into the block adds more weighs onto the block.

Russell: I guess Wayne isn't Clif Watkins. He doesn't have Nads of Steel.

White: Rhodes looks like he's sapped of energy here. He's lost a lot of blood since six minutes ago when he was thrown head-first into the cage.

Mazin: Rhodes walks over to the cage and tells Singleton to get him a bottle of water. Rhodes is going to regenerate some energy and some body fluid, because he's lost quite a bit of blood.

Russell: Rhodes walks back in with the bottle of water. He smacks Wayne on the head with the chair for emphasis, and he looks like he's got something planned...Rhodes has four strands of that barbed-wire, and he's digging it into Wayne's forehead with one hand, drinking water with the other!

White: Wayne's blood is pouring down his face...this has been extremely brutal!

Mazin: Rhodes is putting a few more strands onto Wayne's face, and he's placing a chair over Wayne's face. Rhodes is on the middle rope...kneedrop! Rhodes drops a knee right across the face of Wayne!

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White: And that's the end of the fourth period! Wayne looks like he fell into a blood vat at the local slaughterhouse, and Rhodes looks about the same!

Mazin: Rhodes places Wayne up on the middle rope, hooks the leg...Lobotomizer! That's a Super Fisherman Buster! If Wayne isn't out, I don't know what it'll take *to* knock him out!

Russell: Rhodes is going to get a rest hold in, and he applies a figure-four leglock!

White: Rhodes' shoulders are flat on the mat, and Wayne is writhing in pain. Rhodes has hit two of his finishers in the match, but he's also taken a brutal series of shots from Wayne.

Russell: Rhodes is getting as much rest as possible, because after this period is over, pinfalls will count! This is the home stretch!

Mazin: Wayne has stopped moving...

White: Rhodes isn't cranking the move, he isn't applying much pressure, he's just trying to wear his opponent down and get some rest.

Russell: We've got about 30 seconds left in the period, and Davis has just informed Rhodes of that. Rhodes is back up, he drops a leg across Wayne's throat, and he's going to stand underneath that contraption! He wants the cattle prod!

Mazin: Oh, man...

<HORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN>

White: The barbed-wire is coming down, and here comes the cattle prod! Rhodes catches it, Wayne's slowly getting to his feet...and Rhodes places the prod to Wayne's side and presses the button! There's a shock for you!

Russell: Pinfalls and submissions now count! Rhodes can go for the pin and win the title!

Mazin: He's pointing up!

White: Rhodes walking over to the corner, slowly pulling himself up the ropes. Rhodes gets up to the top rope...he's motioning to the fans...he's making a belt motion! Rhodes leaps...Lobo Press! Rhodes' version of a shooting star press hits! Rhodes is the man who made that move famous!

Mazin: Rhodes covers!

Tony Davis: One...two...three!

<The bell rings>

White: We've got a new U.S. Champion! Jeremy Rhodes has won the title!

Russell: Jeremy Rhodes can barely stand!

Mazin: Leah Singleton is being let into the cage, and she has the U.S. title with her! Singleton is helping Rhodes sit up, and she hands him the U.S. title!

White: The Flying Scotsman is walking down to the ring, and the workers are starting to take down the cage, and they are also sweeping the barbed-wire out of the ring.

Russell: Scotsman is in the ring, and he lifts Rhodes into his shoulder! Remember, Rhodes said before the card that if he won the U.S. title, that he would drop out of the Hardcore tournament, so these two won't fight next week! What's going to happen there?!

White: Here come the EMT's, and they are going to help Wayne out of the ring. Wayne may have a ruptured testicle from that cinder block.

Mazin: Scotsman brings Rhodes down, and he's going to help Rhodes to the back. NACW Trainer Bryan Coats is also coming down, and he's going to help Rhodes to the back. Singleton is following behind...

White: Jeremy Rhodes is the new United States Champion, but give credit to Insane Wayne. He gave this match the fight of his life.

Time of Fall: 15:31.

((Jeremy Rhodes has just been carried back to the locker room, and Insane Wayne has been carted off. However, before White can begin his wrapup, Russell begins speaking))

Russell: Wait a second...wait a second. If someone is listening in the sound truck, turn me to a house mic. Switch my headset to a house mic.

White: Wait a second, Justin...wait are you doing?

Russell: We've still got about three minutes left in this show, and we can also get fifteen minutes of overrun. We're nowhere near done yet. Am I on house mic yet?

Voice: Yes, Justin, you are on house mic...now.

Russell: Okay, all right. If you're leaving, stop right now, because this show isn't over. Get back down and sit down in those seats. I've got a surprise for all of you. In fact, I've got a surprise for three people, and I'd like for them to come out right now. Alan Soriano...Shawn Coats...and Billy Classon.

((Soriano, dressed in a Metallica t-shirt and blue jeans, gets down to the ring. Coats, wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans, stands in the aisle. Classon, wearing a t-shirt with a Japanese symbol on it and black jeans, stands at the entrance with Jimmy Maxim, who is holding the World title, and Garrett Kulash))

Russell: Okay, I'm sure that everyone remembers that little fiasco about a contract. Soriano signed a contract to face me if I won the title tonight, and so forth. As you can tell be my crutches and the frown on my face, I am not a three-time NACW World Champion. However, I could have _sworn_ that I put a protection clause in the contract that would still give Soriano a shot at the World title tonight against Classon, but I couldn't remember where I put it. So, two days before I had surgery done by Dr. Brad Carmines in Yorktown, Virginia, on my right groin muscle, I told my lawyers to search the contract. Now, on Friday, we found something that's of quite a bit on interest to you three, and I flew out here to Los Angeles for this. It's paragraph four, sentences four, five, and six. Now, if you don't have your contract handy, allow me to tell all of you about it.

((Russell clears his throat, puts on his glasses, and reads from a piece of paper))

Russell: Should the first party, Justin Russell, fail to win the North American Championship Wrestling World title from the third party, Billy Classon, then Classon will defend his title against the second party, Alan Soriano, on March 21, 1999. No agreement shall be needed on the part of Classon for the match. Russell will be able to pick the referee for the bout.

((The crowd pops wildly. Russell takes his glasses off, and then begins to speak again))

Russell: Now, Classon, you may not like it, and you may not want to do it, but tonight, you are going to fight Alan Soriano. Now, there's a little matter of a referee. Hmmm...there's a bald, black guy standing in the center of the aisle named Shawn Coats that would do just fine! Now, ring the bell! This match has started! And switch me back to TV mic!

Voice: You're back to TV mic, Justin.

DING!

DING!

DING!

White: Justin, how did you pull this off?

Russell: Little trick I know with lawyers. I have some of the best lawyers in the business.

Mazin: Coats is getting into the ring, and Classon slides underneath the bottom rope, and the fight is on! These two are going to fight in their street clothes!

White: Classon ducks a Soriano clothesline, and he's using palm strikes! That shootfighter in Classon is coming out! Classon knocked down Soriano with the first strike, and then Classon placed himself down and started with the palm strikes to the head! Soriano's in trouble early!

Mazin: Soriano gets a hand in to block the palm strike, and then rolls him over and starts pounding the back of Classon's head into the ring mat! Classon, however, scoots up a bit and kicks Soriano in the back of the head!

Russell: Classon gets back up and leaps to the middle rope. Soriano gets up, and Classon flies off the top and connects with a tumbleweed! Soriano is down, and Classon covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Mazin: Soriano gets the shoulder out just in time.

White: Classon gets Soriano up, cinches him in, and uses a snap suplex, rolling over into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Russell: But Alan Soriano can't be put down that easily!

Mazin: Classon gets Soriano back up, sets him up, grabs Soriano by the belt loops...time for a piledriver!

White: Classon tries to lift Soriano up, but he just can't do it! Soriano backdrops Classon over, but Classon holds on and rolls him into a sunset flip, but Soriano rolls back over and rolls him into a jackknife roll!

ONE!

TWO!

TH...KICKOUT!

Mazin: Classon just gets out of that one, applying enough leg strength to push the 250-pound Soriano off.

White: Soriano back up, and Classon hits him with a superkick! Classon falls on top of Soriano!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...KICKOUT!

Russell: This match has been fast-moving...we're only three minutes in!

White: Classon is up in Coats' face, yelling that the count was too slow! Classon pushes Coats, Coats pushes him back, Classon slaps Coats, Coats punches Classon, Classon staggers back into Soriano, who lifts him up...Annihidriver IV!

Mazin: That's his finisher! That's his finisher! Soriano covers and hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

White: Wait...Coats stops the count! He's telling Soriano something!

Shawn Coats: Soriano...you've been waiting for this for your entire life!

THREE!

DING!

DING!

DING!

((A clunk is heard from Russell's headset))

Mazin: Justin Russell has left the booth, grabbing the World title from Drew Fortesque. Chameleon, Ban X, Tony Davis, Johnny Coast, Ross Howard, and Alexa have all come into the ring, and Russell rolls into the ring with the title.

White: Everyone is staring at Russell, who is standing on his crutches with the NACW World title in his left hand. Classon has rolled out of the ring, and he's walking away from the ring. Russell looks at the belt, sighs...and gives Soriano the belt!

Fortesque: Your winner of this match at 3:26, and _NEW_ NACW World Champion...ALAN SORIANO!

((The crowd has gone absolutely _NUTS_))

Mazin: Alan Soriano has been given the NACW World title! This is Alan Soriano's first World title! Alan Soriano has accompished his dream of being a World Champion!

White: Folks, we are desperately out of time. For Justin Russell, Dan Mazin, Tony Davis, Shawn Coats, Drew Fortesque, and everyone here in the NACW, I'm Steve White! Good night!

((Fade to black))

Time of Fall: 3:26.