NACW

Sunday Night Slam Masters!

Live from the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada!

Live! April 25, 1999!

 

 

 

Paul Davidson: Welcome to Slam Masters, everybody! We've got a big announcement for everyone, and Mr. Gottsegen will do that.

 

 

 

Patrick Gottsegen: Right now, there is a little dispute as to who the #1 contenders are for the NACW World Tag Team Titles held by the Rebels. Some say it's the Ghetto Boyz. Some say it was the team that was never truly beaten for the belts, Jason and Eddie Deegan. Some say that it's the team of the Flying Scotsman and Jeremy Rhodes. Then, there are some who support the Cali Connection. So, what we are going to do, two weeks from today, is we are going to hold a one-night tournament. All four teams will compete at the beginning of the card, with the winner going on later in the night to face the Rebels in a title match!

 

Voice: Wait a second, wait a second...

 

 

 

The Revenger: Wait a second. Who decided that Rhodes and Scotsman get in that tournament? They haven't done a damn thing to earn a shot at our gold, but you two put them in a tournament? Sorry, but we'll need more proof.

 

Gottsegen: Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll give them a chance to earn a spot in the tournament.

 

Revenger: Good, good. So, who do they have to beat? The Ghetto Boyz? Sex and Violence? The Cali Connection?

 

Gottsegen: Nope...they'll have to beat you. The Rebels v. The Flying Scotsman and Jeremy Rhodes, in a non-title match, next week on SNSM!

 

Revenger: What?! That's ludicrous! We won't do it!

 

Gottsegen: Okay...we won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. However...if you don't show up, then we'll strip you of those shiny gold belts around your respective waists!

 

 

 

Steve White: Welcome to another week of SNSM, and what a blockbuster announcement that was! Four-team, one-night tournament, with the winners getting a shot at the belts next week, but Rhodes and Scotsman have to earn their way in, and they have to beat the Rebels!

 

Tony Davis: That match should be good, but Rhodes and Scotsman are already in action this week, with Rhodes defending his U.S. title against Red Leaf, and Scotsman fighting Jason Deegan for Deegan's Toughman title!

 

Dan Mazin: Yeah, but I have a feeling that both Blood Brothers aren't going to walk out with gold!

 

White: Also tonight, the Light Heavyweight title and the Television title are on the line, we've got a double debut match up next, and we've got Billy Classon teaming with Alan Soriano against Brian J. Blottie, the leader of the Blood Brothers, teaming with Chameleon, and "Big Dog" Justin Russell will be joining us for that one! Let's get to action, now, as VooDoo debuts against Bi-Polar Bear!

 

NACW

One-Fall Match

Bi-Polar Bear v. VooDoo

Written by...Brandon Williams

One-Fall Match

NACW

Steve White: Welcome everyone to Saturday Night Slam Masters. We've got a double debut match coming up. Seems very promising from these two propects.

 

Dan Mazin: They ain't promising till they promise to beat the crap out of Tony here, he's been pissing me off all day long!

 

Tony Davis: You've been badgering me since I got here!

 

Dan Mazin: That was my twin brother, Lan.

 

Tony Davis: You don't have a twin!

 

Dan Mazin: Okay, it was my brother.

 

Tony Davis: You don't have a brother named Lan!

 

Dan Mazin: Sister?

 

Tony Davis: How would you not know? We better get to the match.

 

Steve White: Drew, take it away.

 

Drew Fortesque: This contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit.

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: First, making his way down to the ring, from New Orleans, weighing in at 275 lbs., VooDoo!

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: His opponent, he is being wheeled to the ring by manager The Orderly, from Manic Depression, Antartica, weighing nearly 248 pounds, Bi-Polar Bear!

 

Dan Mazin: Hahaha, look at this guy! What a weirdo!

 

Tony Davis: Let's see him wrestle first before we judge him.

 

Steve White: We better, Dan.

 

Dan Mazin: He's wearing a straight jacket! This guy has problems.

 

Steve White: He does, because he just dragged VooDoo out of the ring before he even got in it, the bell hasn't sounded yet... VooDoo, clocked Bi-Polar... and Orderly gets some too, and over and over, they just get up to get nailed back down.

 

Dan Mazin: When will they learn?

 

Steve White: That time he got a chair... Bi-Polar Bear's got a chair... And VooDoo takes it from him, and nails him. And nails The Orderly aswell.

 

Tony Davis: Atleast we'll get some wrestling now, he just threw Bear back to the ring.

 

Steve White: This won't be a wrestling, match though... Ones a Brawler... The other claims to be a Hardcore Wrestler.

 

Dan Mazin: Which is which?

 

Steve White: Doesn't say. Now we've got a fist fight... Bi-Polar's winning... He goes for a roundhouse shot and gets nailed in the gut... I hope.

 

Dan Mazin: That could have cost him! And it wouldn't have been lame like those armbars if he would have nailed him where it REALLY hurts!

 

Tony Davis: Yeah, sure.

 

Dan Mazin: I say just take away that DQ rule no one needs and just throw in all those chairs and stuff.

 

Steve White: We've got tons of title matches tonight, may I inform you... The Television, Light Heavyweight, Toughman, and United States titles are all on the line! In our main event...

 

Dan Mazin: I wanna say it! Classon and Soriano fight Chameleon and Blottie!

 

Tony Davis: Guys, can we get back to the match?

 

Dan Mazin: Only a brawl.

 

Steve White: Let's. Random Kicks and punches being thrown, and Bi-Polar gets a poke to the eye to his opponent and clobbers VooDoo with a big lariat/clothesline kind of thing, and signals he's gonna go to the top.

 

Dan Mazin: Haha...

 

Tony Davis: He got caught from behind!

 

Steve White: He was up to the second turnbuckle and VooDoo was up, and reverse neckbreakers him off of the second rope! Pinfall... One... Two... but its too early. VooDoo now puts him onto the second rope, and has him in a shoulder lift... Flapjack! If I can describe it, he has him on his shoulders and threw him face first onto the mat. Kind of like what you would see by WWF and WCW wrestlers Edge and Kanyon.

 

Tony Davis: I'm surprised I even saw that move in this match!

 

Dan Mazin: Don't pre-judge them!

 

Tony Davis: Shut up!

 

Steve White: Pinfall... One, two, kickout again. VooDoo seems upset about the count, but its not like the bell will ring.

 

Dan Mazin: Ya never know!

 

Tony Davis: Won't happen, Dan.

 

Steve White: Picks Bi-Polar up, and throws him with an Irish Whip, on rebound he charges in with a double leg takedown.

 

Dan Mazin: SSSSSSSSPPPPPPPEEEEEEAAAAARRRRRRR!!! He got him! Its over!

 

Tony Davis: Uh, NA, not W...

 

Dan Mazin: What?

 

Steve White: He means this is the NACW, not any company affiliated with Turner or Time Warner?

 

Dan Mazin: Well I knew that. I just call it that!

 

Steve White: Alright. VooDoo picks him up onto the top turnbuckle, grabs him by the waist, as if for a belly-to-belly suplex, Wait, he's going up too. Second turnbuckle... And Bi-Polar Bear takes him and powerbombs him off, falls like he's going for a diving headbutt or something and gets a foot to the face. Both men down. The Referee starts counting, but they're up rather quickly... Polar up first, runs at VooDoo, who ducks a lariat and VooDoo counters with a sidewalk slam on the following rebound.

 

Dan Mazin: Did the ring move?

 

Tony Davis: That was you flinching.

 

Steve White: I think I actually saw it too. VooDoo, off the ropes, nails a quick kind of elbowdrop and goes for the pin. The referee out of position... 1, kickout.

 

Dan Mazin: The referee deserves to be fired.

 

Tony Davis: You make more mistakes than him, Dan!

 

Steve White: Bi-Polar Bear tries to get up, but when he sits up, VooDoo nails him from behind with a running snap mare. VooDoo picks him up and sets him up for a suplex, but.... its reversed by Bi-Polar Bear. He now is in control.

 

Dan Mazin: We gotta see what he can do!

 

Steve White: Irish Whip, and catches VooDoo with a clothesline. Follows with a legdrop.

 

Tony Davis: His legs just bounced off the mat, there, but he seems to be putting him on the top!

 

Steve White: Yes, he yells "Polarsteiner!" but VooDoo spins around and drops with Blaq Majik! That Top-Rope Powerbomb!

 

Dan Mazin: Here comes Widmayer, Chris Widmayer nails the Orderly from behind as he's trying to get into the ring. Cheap shot!

 

Steve White: The cover... One, two, three! VooDoo wins.

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: Here is your winner, VooDoo!

 

Steve White: Well VooDoo has won this one, and if it wasn't for Chris Widmayer, he may not have.

 

Tony Davis: A disqualification, probably.

 

Steve White: Yeah. Well you will never know.

 

Dan Mazin: Unless they have a rematch, then you would.

 

Steve White: That wouldn't exactly emulate this one. See you in a minute!

NACW

Official Result...

Winner: VooDoo.

Official Result...

NACW

 

NACW

One-Fall Match

Insane Wayne v. Mr. Faith

Written by...Alan Soriano

One-Fall Match

NACW

(The scene opens coming back from a comercial break..The crowd here in Las Vegas are jacked after the first match, a debut match between Bi Polar Bear and VooDoo. With a panning shot of a jacked up crowd fading into a shot of the announce table, Steve White begins talking..)

 

S.W: And fans, welcome back to more great NACW action! I, as you all may know, am Steve White, along with my partners in crime Tony Davis, and Dan Mazin...

 

D.M: Woah woah woah..Why does HE always get introduced first?

 

S.W: Well, for two reasons: One, the most OBNOXIOUS character at the table is usually announced last, and two, hes bigger than the both of us..

 

D.M: Good reasons..HEY!

 

T.D: Just accept it, Mazin...

 

S.W: Well, on to our next match, which should be an interesting one. Insane Wayne goes up against Mr. Faith and, rumor has it, that when Faith was praying for this match in a local church the other day, a bolt of lightning came down and struck the church steeple, setting the church on fire! He barely escaped with second degree burns on his left arm..Amazing considering he flew twenty feet and landed on his ass..

 

D.M: It was his head..

 

T.D:Same place..

 

T.D: And, on his way to the arena in his 75 Hatchback, word has it he blew a tire, then as he was changing the spare, the jack gave way and left a deep gash on his right hand..From there, it is reported, he took a bus to the arena...

 

D.M: Ewww, he took a bus? What horrible luck this guy has...

 

S.W: Lets get to the announcements with Drew Fortesque making the call...

 

(Camera pans to the ring where Fortesque holds a mic and a card..)

 

Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL..

 

("12" By ICP plays...)

 

Ann: INTRODUCING FIRST..ACCOMPANIED BY LITTLE DOLL, WEIGHING IN AT 285 LBS...INSANE WAYNNEEE!!!

 

(The crowd stands and goes nuts as the scene shows Insane Wayne in his signature Straight Jacket..Little Dolls head sits outside the jacket...Wayne is laughing as he runs into the ring, removing his Straight Jacket.Suddenly, "12" fades out, and "Faith" by Goerge Michael, not Limp Bizket, plays...)

 

Ann: AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 245 LBS...MR. FAITH!!!

 

(The fans boo as Faith comes out with white bandages on both his hands and arms to match his gay ass ring attire...He looks like an angry lost child in the supermarket, throwing a tantrum saying.."YOU GOT THE WRONG MUSIC!"But, before he can say anymore..Wayne charges down the entranceway at him and nails Faith with a flying lariat..The music cuts as Wayne pummels Faith...)

 

D.M: Man, I was just startin to get down...I like that version of Faith..

 

T.D: Ewww..you mean that playboy jerkoff Michaels version? I bet you have Wham albums..

 

D.M: Uh..UM...Yeah so?

 

T.D: FAG..DAN LOVES GEORGIE!

 

D.M: SHUT UP!

 

T.D: Does Michael Cabster know about this?

 

D.M: BITE ME JERKOFF!

 

S.W: Okay guys, we are missing what can only be described as total domination by Insane Wayne..Already, as you have seen, Wayne has tackled Faith, stomped on those prone arms, and slammed him with a chair..And the match hasent even started! The referee looks to not care...Hes not even counting! Wayne is just pummeling Faith...Now, he rolls Faith into the ring..

 

*Ding*

 

T.D: Theres the bell..We are underway...Faith is on the canvas looking almost unconscious..Wayne now..What is this? Hes over by Little Doll..And looks to be...Getting advice?

 

S.W: This Wayne is one sick puppy...But a great wrestler..Now Faith is up to his knees...And Wayne has something in his Straight Jacket...Whats this?

 

(Wayne pulls a huge, solid copy of the King James Bible out of his Straight Jacket...Faith on his knees..Wayne lifts the Bible..OOOOHHH! He thwacks Faith with it! Ref doesent care...)

 

T.D: Now Wayne..HAS THAT STRAIGHT JACKET! He is picking up a limp Mr. Faith..AND PUTTING HIM IN THAT JACKET!

 

S.W: Ive just been handed this note..Its from the offices of Paul Davidson...And it says that this is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!

 

D.M; Well, the ref knew before we did...Hes standing there, watching Wayne place Faith in that Straight jacket! He stands Faith up in the turnbuckle..Has those oversize arms..Pins Faith..And Hes..Tying the arms..Oh God..Hes tied the arms of the straight jacket to the turnbuckle! Faith cannot move! His arms are tied close to him, hes half conscious...And hes tied to that buckle! Dear God!

 

S.W: And Wayne wastes no time..Hes outside the ring..Throws in a chair...Now under the ring...A 2X4...WHAT ELSE CAN HE FIND UNDER THERE? Some Metal Pipe....And...Hes even pulled a folding table out and slid it into the ring! And Faith Cannot move! Wayne in the ring...The fans are jacked..This is sick..

 

D.M: Wayne asking the fans which weapon to use..H eholds up the 2X4..Now the Folding Chair...They like the chair..Wayne Charges..AND NAILS FAITH IN THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR! Faith is bleeding from the nose! Wayne discards the chair..Now hes got the metal pipe! He walks over...KNEE SHOT! AND ANOTHER! Hes taken out Faiths legs and might have shattered his kneecaps!

 

S.W: This is absurd! Wayne is nuts!

 

D.M; Tell us something we dont know..

 

T.D: Oh God..Now the 2X4...He takes Faiths legs..Hes spreading him eagle on that turnbuckle! Shattered dreams style..

 

D.M: Not that I am looking..But does Faith have any nuts?

 

S.W: I dont see..Oh come on! The fans love this! Wayne..With a running

start..Happy Gilmore like swing..OOOOOHHHHHH!!!! DEAR LORD!

 

D.M: Im a soprano by just seeing that!

 

T.D: Im sterile by just seeing that! Faith let out a whimper..But has sagged down..I think hes unconscious..

 

D.M: Or dead..

 

S.W: And now, with that folding table set up in the middle of the ring..Wayne finally unties Faith..This should be over by now! Faith is not moving..And Wayne picks him up..Sets him on the table..And has Little Doll! Hes climbing..All the way to the top! The fans are going nuts! Wayne...Leaps..OOOH! BIG SPLASH OFF THE TOP ROPE! AND FAITH GOES THROUGH THE TABLE! Thats gotta be it..Please tell me thats it...Now The ref has called for the bell..This is over..Drew Fortesque has entered the ring to make the official announcement..

 

Ann: YOUR WINNER AS A RESULT OF THE REFEREES DECISION...INSANE WAYNE!!!

 

S.W: Fans, there goes Wayne, out with Little DOll..Meanwhile...EMT's have swarmed the ring...Things do not look good for Mr. Faith..

 

D.M: Yes, he indeed took a beating..

 

S.W: Ah well. Fans, more exciting action to come after this..

 

(Scene fades to Faith being given mouth to mouth by a hairy fat paramedic in the ring..)

NACW

Official Result...

Winner: Insane Wayne (wow, what a surprise).

Official Result...

NACW

 

NACW

One-Fall Match

The Crushin' Russian v. Obediah

Written by...Justin Russell

One-Fall Match

NACW

White: Next up, we've got a battle of the number-one contenders, so-to-speak, as the number one contender for the United States title, the Crushin' Russian, takes on the number one contender for the Television title, Obediah.

 

Mazin: I find it odd that an Amish man is in the hunt for a Television title. I thought those people lived life 17th-century style.

 

Davis: Mazin's got a point.

 

White: That's besides the point. He's the number one contender, and that's all that matters.

 

Davis: That sounds like a copout to me...

 

Mazin: Yeah!

 

White: Can we please just get to the ring?

 

Mazin: Not until you admit that I was right!

 

White: What were you right about?

 

Davis: Dan did his homework for once...

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at 195 pounds and hailing from Amish country...OBEDIAH!

 

 

 

White: For you fans wondering where Jed and Jonathan are, commissioner Patrick Gottsegen suspended both manager's licenses indefinitely after the debacle that occured with Shock at the Clash of the Titans.

 

 

 

Fortesque: And his opponent, weighing in at 283 pounds, hailing from Moscow, Russia...THE CRUSHIN' RUSSIAN!

 

 

 

Davis: Boy, this guy is a shot from the past. He's got a gimmick that was really only over in the mid-80's, but somehow, he's gotten over. Go figure.

 

 

 

Mazin: Russian quickly going after Obediah, trying to gain the early advantage in this match, and he's done so quite well, if you think about it. Obediah's on his back already.

 

White: Russian awaits Obediah to get to his feet, and he steamrolls over him again with a tremendous shoulder block.

 

Davis: Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to say that Russian is a fine wrestler, because he is, but that gimmick is played out...

 

Mazin: Will you be quiet about his gimmick, Tony?

 

Davis: Fk you and the Pinto you drove here in, Mazin.

 

White: Russian picks up Obediah and sends him to the mat with a bodyslam. Russian circling around Obediah now...looking for a weak spot...and applies a reverse headlock.

 

Davis: Good reverse headlock there, with Russian grinding the forearm into Obediah's chin. Russian opts to switch to a basic headlock, and uses a headlock takedown to get Obediah down on the mat.

 

Mazin: Obediah is in trouble. His basic style is brawling, and there's no way that a man outweighed by 88 pounds can realistically outbrawl someone.

 

White: Russian turning his body, placing the legs near Obediah's head and gets him in a head-scissors, using his shins to grind away at Obediah's cheekbones. Bone against bone isn't a very pleasant feeling.

 

Davis: Obediah trying to get the fingers inside of the lock, but Russian tightens his grip to prevent that each time it happens.

 

Mazin: Obediah tries getting towards the ropes, but Russian uses his sheer power to draw him back.

 

Davis: Russian breaks the hold, lifts Obediah up...vertical suplex...held vertical suplex!

 

White: Those feet are dangling in the air, as the blood rushes to Obediah's head. Obediah is trying to break out of that hold...and he pokes Russian in the eyes, but that doesn't help, because Russian fell back and completed the suplex! Obediah is holding his back in pain!

 

Mazin: Russian holding his eyes, though. That is the move that blinded Theodore Roosevelt in his left eye quite a few years ago.

 

Davis: Sweet Jesus, did you read an encyclopedia since the Clash?

 

Mazin: I thought that was common knowledge.

 

White: Russian gets to his feet, trying to regain his sight, as he swings blindly at air, and Obediah is back up. Russian is still swinging...Obediah is going to have to be careful.

 

Mazin: Obediah ducks a punch, and he connects with a left hook of his own! Russian staggers back, and Obediah connects with a kick to the midsection! Russian gasping for breath...Obediah connects with an astounding snap suplex! What power!

 

Davis: Power really doesn't factor into snap suplexes. You just get on a lower gravitational base and lift...you'll take a guy over.

 

White: Obediah stomping at the Russian's head, probably trying to open a cut. So far, he hasn't been very successful in this match, but this is a good string, trying to blind Russian and open a cut.

 

Davis: Russian is kicking back, and...DAMN!

 

Mazin: Russian kicked Obediah right in the testicles, and the referee didn't see it! The referee was trying to tell Obediah to get off of Russian!

 

White: Whether or not that was a desperation move, it sure was effective! Russian is back up, sets a crouched Obediah up...swinging neckbreaker! Obediah is holding his neck, and Russian quickly covers...

 

Referee: ONE! TWO!

 

Davis: Obediah pops an arm out to break the hold. Great job by Russian of recovering, though. A kick to the balls, followed by a swinging neckbreaker.

 

Mazin: Russian grabs Obediah by the long beard he has, and he has Obediah in position for either a piledriver or a power bomb. Russian lifts...power bomb it is! Russian holds into it and has a pinning combination...

 

Referee: ONE! TWO!

 

White: Obediah pushes off with his legs, sending Russian back. Obediah trying to get to his feet, but he's woozy from a set of power moves...

 

Davis: Russian nonchalantly walks over...leaping DDT!

 

Mazin: He's flashing the cutthroat symbol...it's time for a little Drop of Vodka!

 

White: Russian puts Obediah up on the turnbuckle, Russian's in position...there it is! Drop of Vodka! Russian hits his piledriving face plant, and he rolls Obediah over, with a double leg hook on the cover, though it's really not neccessary...

 

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE!

 

 

 

Fortesque: Your winner of this match, at a time of 3:17...THE CRUSHIN' RUSSIAN!

NACW

Official Result...

Winner: The Crushin' Russian.

Official Result...

NACW

 

NACW

TOUGHMAN TITLE MATCH

Jason Deegan v. The Flying Scotsman

Written by...Brian Blottie

TOUGHMAN TITLE MATCH

NACW

Steve White: Welcome back, pro-wrestling fans, to NACW's Sunday Night Slam Masters. This next match is sure to be a classic, as Jason "Icefire" Deegan defends his NACW Toughman Title against The Flying Scotsman.

 

Tony Davis: Deegan is a monster in that ring, but can he pull off what would obviously be an upset over the much more vicious and "hardcore" Flying Scotsman?

 

Steve White: And what, if any, role will The Blood Brothers play in this match?

 

Dan Mazin: Who cares? I just want to see blood! These guys are gonna beat each other senseless!

 

Tony Davis: (Giving Dan a very devious look) Don't worry, Dan, I'm sure you'll see blood by the end of the night… if I have my way.

 

Steve White: Let's get to Drew Fortesque for the ring introductions!

 

Drew Fortesque: This next match is set for one fall, and is for the NACW Toughman Title!

 

*"Oh Flower Of Scotland" begins to play over the speakers*

 

DF: First, coming down the aisle, he is the challenger, weighing in at 275 lbs., here is THE FLYING SCOTSMAN!

 

*The crowd is booing the Scotsman, who makes his way to the ring. He looks around, smiles, and slides into the ring. Then, "Shoots and Ladders", by KoRn, begins to play*

 

DF: And his opponent, he weighs in at 285 lbs., and he is the current NACW Toughman Champion, here is Jason "Icefire" Deegan!

 

*Deegan walks out, and behind him ICEFIRE appears on the video wall. Behind the words ICEFIRE, are scenes of some of his best matches, including several against Justin Russell, Billy Classon, and Alan Soriano. He points at the screen, yelling something that can't be understood by the camera, and makes his way down to ringside very slowly. He also has people booing him, though there are several hundred people that are cheering him on*

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

SW: You can just feel the heat in the air. These two monsters of the ring are set to tear each other apart, but Patrick Gottsegen, our new commissioner, is set to spin The Wheel Of Hardcore first, to see what match we are going to have tonight.

 

TD: He spins it… and it's going to be a falls-count-anywhere match!

 

DM: YES! It's gonna go to the back… and into the parking lot… and into the dressing room… MAYBE IT'LL GO INTO MALINDA'S DRESSING ROOM?!

 

TD: Shut up, Dan. It'll probably go into your dressing room.

 

DM: No it won't. My dressing room is on the other side of the building!

 

TD: It is a falls-count-anywhere match… that means in your dressing room, as well.

 

SW: The Wheel of Hardcore has been removed from the ring, and we're set for our match!

 

TD: Scotsman starts this thing off quick, with a drop kick to the stomach of Deegan. Jason is knocked back into the corner, and Scots is starting to pound on him.

 

SW: But Deegan turns it around, and delivers sharp right hands to the face of The Flying Scotsman. Deegan grabs Scotsman around the waist… and nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex. He follows it up by driving forearm shots into the face of Scots while he's down. And now Deegan backs up a little, and delivers a vicious double-boot stomp to the stomach of the Scotsman.

 

TD: The Flying Scotsman is doubled over in pain. He has to get into this match, otherwise Deegan is just going to tear him apart with his technical game.

 

DM: It's still too early to decide whether Scots can come back or not. I mean, it was a belly-to-belly suplex and a double-stomp. Nothing overly impressive yet.

 

TD: I'd like to see you get up from that combination, Dan.

 

DM: Well, I'm not exactly a professional wrestler, now am I, Tony?

 

SW: That's enough you two. Deegan is making his move on The Flying Scotsman, waiting behind him for him to get up. Scots is up, but Deegan grabs him around the waist… and Scots crotches Deegan with a back groin kick! Scots grabs Deegan's head, and delivers a standing bulldog. Now The Flying Scotsman is going to the outside, and he grabs a chair. This one is gonna get ugly, now. Scots brings the chair into the ring, and sets it up. Deegan is struggling to his feet, Scots runs and leaps off the chair! It looks like a flying clothesline BUT DEEGAN CATCHES HIM! DEEGAN TURNED IT INTO A T-BONE SUPLEX!

 

TD: He dropped him STRAIGHT on his neck, there. I'd be surprised if the Scotsman was even conscious at this point.

 

SW: Deegan is going for a cover.

 

Referee: 1.

 

 

 

SW: NO! Kick out, amazingly at one!

 

DM: The Flying Scotsman is a lot tougher than both of you think. This is a man who shook hands with a guy who had wrapped barbed wire around his arm, for God's sake!

 

TD: And if I had my way, we'd wrap barbed wire around your head… especially your mouth.

 

SW: Deegan hauls The Flying Scotsman up to his feet. It looks like another t-bone, but he's too close to the ropes. He's gonna have to turn it. NO! HE T-BONE SUPLEXED THE FLYING SCOTSMAN OVER THE TOP ROPE! Again, the Scotsman crunches his neck, and he's now grabbing at it, in obvious agony. Deegan is rolling outside, and kicks the Scotsman several times into the back of his neck. Deegan is picking up the Scotsman, slowly, and now sets him up for a DDT. He is looking at the crowd, stalling a bit. He goes for it… but Scots held on, and Jason Deegan falls back with no one to cradle his fall. He smacks his head on the floor!

 

DM: Deegan has to be a little smarter if he wants to beat The Scotsman. Both these men are A-one athletes, in my opinion, but I think The Flying Scotsman has the edge in taking abuse. Deegan, on the other hand, is technically more skilled than Scots.

 

TD: WHOA! Did an intelligent thought just come out of your mouth?! That's AMAZING!

 

SW: The Flying Scotsman is trying to regain his balance, while Jason Deegan is trying to get back to his feet. Jason is on his feet, and he stammers towards Scots, but The Scotsman grabs him, lifts him up, and DROPS him face first on the guardrail! The Scotsman has regained his balance, and now drives vicious right hands into the face of Deegan, he goes behind him, lifts him up, and drops him crotch-first on the guardrail!

 

DM: Well, there goes all chances for the Deegan family name to be carried on…

 

TD: What about Eddie?

 

DM: (With a wicked smile) What ABOUT Eddie?

 

SW: The Scotsman has backed up, and now delivers a vicious clothesline onto Jason Deegan, who ends up in the crowd. Scots rolls back into the ring, and is climbing to the top rope. Jason is just barely fighting back to his feet. The Flying Scotsman leaps from the top rope, OVER the guardrail, and onto Jason Deegan. That was a 275 pound plancha delivered by The Flying Scotsman! Scots is hauling Jason back to his feet and is dragging him through the crowd, pounding on him a few times. I don't think The Scotsman sees this from his angle, but on the way up, Jason grabbed a chair. And now Deegan drives the chair up and into the throat of The Flying Scotsman, knocking him backwards. Deegan delivers a VICIOUS chair shot to the top of Scots head, and another. Scots keeps falling backwards, but the crowd keeps pushing him back up. Deegan delivers another chair shot, and finally the crowd moves out of the way, allowing The Scotsman to fall backwards. Deegan whips the chair down, on top of Scots.

 

TD: The Flying Scotsman is busted open! He's starting to bleed all over the place, now.

 

DM: YES! Look at that blood flow from his head! Now THAT'S why I love a good hardcore match!

 

SW: Deegan hauls Scots back up, and throws him through the last of the crowd, over the back area of the guardrail. They're now in the production area, where we have a lot of electrical equipment set up. Deegan grabs a table, scattering equipment everywhere, and now sets up The Flying Scotsman in what looks to be a reverse DDT… but he suplexed him with it, through the table. Scots went stomach first through there, but Deegan's head also was involved in the breaking of the table. Both men are down and out!

 

TD: This match hasn't even lasted that long, and already we see both men doing anything and everything to beat the other!

 

DM: Unlike you, Tony, who just beats himself…

 

TD: I'm not even going to respond to that. Remember, we see each other AFTER the shows over too, Dan.

 

DM: Um… er… sorry?

 

TD: You will be.

 

DM: Gulp.

 

SW: The Flying Scotsman is the first one up, as it seems that he didn't take the brunt of that move. He is clutching at his stomach, though. Deegan is moving, but just barely. The Flying Scotsman grabs a piece of the table, and sets it up against the guardrail. He grabs Deegan and hauls him up to his knees. The Scotsman now runs with him, and smashes his head through the piece of the table, into the guardrail. If Deegan was going to get up before, he isn't now. The Flying Scotsman goes for the pin.

 

Referee: 1.

 

 

 

 

 

2.

 

 

 

 

 

SW: Kick out! Deegan is showing a lot of drive here, but he's taking a lot of blows to the head area. And Scots is wrestling smart, as he DDT's him onto the cement floor. Scots again picks him up, and this time sets him up for a piledriver. He gets him… NO! Deegan is fighting it… and a backdrop! The Flying Scotsman landed back first onto the guardrail, and he slides down into the crowd, his arms wrapped around the guardrail. Deegan crawls over to the guardrail, making his way slowly to his feet. He sees the Scotsman is prone against the guardrail, and he's now delivering VICIOUS front chancery blows to the head of Scotsman. He's wrapping those big arms of his around the Scotsman's jaw with each blow. And now he drags him back over the guardrail, and DDT's him to the cement floor. Deegan now goes for the pin.

 

Ref: 1...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SW: Yet another kick out!

 

TD: Man! These men are showing me a lot tonight. I knew both of these men were tough, but even Jeremy Rhodes has to be impressed with these two's showing tonight. They are pulling it all out.

 

DM: And look at The Flying Scotsman's jaw! Now he's REALLY bleeding! This

is great… so friggin' great.

 

TD: What does "friggin'" mean?

 

DM: It means shut up and let me watch this match.

 

TD: (Glaring at Dan)

 

SW: Jason Deegan hauls The Flying Scotsman back up to his feet, and now is dragging him over to the pile of electrical equipment. He's setting a TV up, with the screen facing up. He grabs The Scotsman, and… no way… HE PILEDRIVES HIM ONTO THE SCREEN OF THE TV!

 

TD: Ugh! You could hear the screen EXPLODE as The Scotsman's head hit it.

 

DM: The Scotsman is writhing on the ground, clutching the top of his head, but the blood is pouring from between his fingers! Now THAT'S extreme!

 

TD: Paul Heyman, eat your heart out!

 

SW: Deegan isn't going for the pin yet, though. He's dragging The Flying Scotsman backstage, continuing to pound on The Scotsman with big right hands to the face. He drops Scots for a few seconds, grabs a table sitting to the side in the hallway, and drags it to the middle. He picks The Scotsman back up and bodyslams him THROUGH the table! Deegan falls on him, making the pin.

 

Ref: 1...

 

 

 

 

 

 

2...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thr....

 

SW: THE FLYING SCOTSMAN KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!!!

 

TD: How that HELL did he do that?!

 

DM: Un-f'n-believable!

 

SW: Deegan is frustrated at this point, hauls The Flying Scotsman up, and slingshots him into the wall. Scots slams HARD into the wall. Deegan looks like he's going to finish him off… what is this? Insane Wayne is stammering through the hallway. He has blood on him from the prior match up with Mr. Faith, and he's asking Deegan if he'll be his "friend". Deegan is staring at him, and doesn't see The Flying Scotsman working his way to his knees. Scots CROTCHES Deegan, and now pulls him over into a roll-up.

 

Ref: 1...

 

 

 

SW: Deegan kicks out immediately. Deegan is still clutching at his groin area, and The Flying Scotsman is crawling away, to who knows where. Deegan is just getting to his feet, and he has his back turned on the Scotsman, who is crawling around the corner. Deegan finally turns around, but the Scotsman is gone. Deegan walks back into the arena area, and we have another camera following The Scotsman, who is making his way to the back exit. Wait, we have a direct feed with the camera now… and The Flying Scotsman is ON HIS FEET! He has a steel chair in his hands, and he's making his way outside of the arena as we speak. The door just shut on the camera, and we've lost our backstage feed.

 

TD: Meanwhile, Deegan just realized that The Flying Scotsman isn't out here, and he's going backstage to resume his search.

 

DM: He's gonna have a hard time finding him back there. The Scotsman's out in the parking lot!

 

SW: Deegan is walking around, opening up dressing rooms left and right, looking for the Scotsman. Wait, he's outside of "Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes' locker room… he just walked in. And he just grabbed Rhodes and slammed him against the wall!

 

Jason Deegan: WHERE'S THE SCOTSMAN?!

 

Jeremy Rhodes: Let me go, asshole. I don't know where he is.

 

Jason Deegan: I said… WHERE'S THE SCOTSMAN?!

 

SW: We have another camera out in the back, which is holding a shot of the door leading outside, in case the Scotsman comes back in!

 

TD: Rhodes has a TV in his dressing room, and Deegan just heard you! He's going to the outside!

 

SW: Deegan whips Rhodes down, and is now running to the back. He's at the door, he throws it open…

 

THWAK!

 

DM: OH MY GOD! The Flying Scotsman was waiting for him, and he just nailed him with a chair straight into the face! Deegan goes down HARD!

 

TD: I doubt Deegan can get up from that. The indent of his head is in the chair!

 

SW: The Flying Scotsman goes for the pin…

 

Ref: 1...

 

 

 

 

 

2...

 

 

 

 

 

 

SW: KICK OUT! Both these men have kicked out of sure pinning predicaments. These men are amazing!

 

DM: Look at Deegan's face! He's bleeding from his forehead now! Both of these men are bleeding!

 

SW: The Flying Scotsman hauls Jason Deegan up, and he's dragging him further into the bowels of this arena. Scots sees a door, drags Deegan back a little, and whips him through it!

 

TD: Hey, Dan, isn't that you're dressing room?

 

DM: WHAT?! NOOOOO!!!! Get out of there! Get them out of there!

 

SW: The camera follows… OH MY GOD! What the HELL do you have in your dressing room!?

 

TD: It's like a sex-fiend's dream!

 

DM: NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

SW: The Flying Scotsman grabs a dildo…

 

TD: Did you just say a "dildo", Steve?

 

SW: That's exactly what I said. And he's BEATING Jason Deegan with it!

 

TD: Dan, you're one sick puppy.

 

DM: (Whimpering)

 

SW: And now The Flying Scotsman stops beating Jason with the dildo… and he just shoved it into his mouth! He's driving that dildo down Jason Deegan's throat!!!

 

TD: UGH! I think I'm going to be sick. Imagine where that dildo has been!

 

SW: I don't want to…

 

TD: OH GOD! I just pictured it in my head! BWWAAAARRRRFFFFF!!!!

 

SW: Deegan is fighting off the Scotsman with forearms to the head, but Scots still has that dildo… ugh… planted directly down Jason's throat. Finally, Scotsman falls back against the bureau in the back of the room. Jason is gagging, while making his way to his feet… SCOTS JUST SHATTERED A HAND MIRROR OVER DEEGAN'S HEAD!

 

TD: BWWWWARRRRFFFF!!!! Ugh… damn you, Dan. DAMN YOU!

 

DM: (Hiding beneath the desk) Shut up, you guys. Just shut up!

 

SW: Deegan is down, and bleeding heavily from his head. Scots has just walked over to… a bed…

 

TD: You have a bed in your dressing room? A BED?! Why?

 

SW: Um… I think The Scotsman just found the reason. He's pulled a plastic blow-up doll from under the bed, and whips it at Deegan. Now The Scotsman is looking further under the bed… and pulls out… a cat-o'-nine-tails?

 

TD: A whip… you have a WHIP in your dressing room.

 

DM: SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!

 

SW: The Scotsman is now whipping Deegan repeatedly across the back, leaving huge gaping cuts on his back. Deegan screams with each strike. And now The Flying Scotsman just drove the handle of the cat-o'-nine-tails across the back of Deegan's head. Scots throws the whip down, and now grabs… a pillow? What's he going to do with a pillow?

 

CRACK!

 

SW: THAT PILLOW WAS ROCK HARD! THAT PILLOW WAS ROCK HARD!

 

TD: Oh… no… BWWWWAARRRRFFFF!!!

 

SW: This has to be the sickest display I've ever seen. Dan, you're now officially the sickest person I know.

 

DM: (Crying) SHUT… upppp….

 

SW: Finally, The Flying Scotsman drags Jason Deegan outside of Dan's dressing room, kicking the blow-up doll with him, and throws him to the ground. What the hell… THE REBELS HAVE ATTACKED THE FLYING SCOTSMAN! They're all over him! Stop this… someone… stop this! INSANE WAYNE! Insane Wayne has entered the shot and… grabs the blow-up doll? He's asking it if it want to be his friend! He's not helping the Scotsman! What do you think of this, Tony?

 

TD: Uh... uh... BWWWAARRRFFFF!!!

 

SW: Okay… and you, Dan?

 

DM: (Whimpering from under the desk)

 

SW: Wait! There's Jeremy Rhodes! "The Lobo" has come to The Flying Scotsman's aid! He's beating the crap out of the Rebels, driving them back. The Rebels are running away! Thank God for Jeremy Rhodes. Huh? Rhodes just grabbed a table, and is dragging it into the middle of the hallway. He picks up Jason Deegan… he grabs him under the chin, springboards off the wall, and INTO THE LOBO SNAP THROUGH A TABLE! LOBO SNAP THROUGH A TABLE! The Flying Scotsman crawls over, and makes the pin…

 

Ref: 1.

 

 

 

2.

 

 

 

 

 

 

3.!!!

 

SW: WE HAVE A NEW TOUGHMAN CHAMP! WE HAVE A NEW TOUGHMAN CHAMP!

 

DF: Here is your winner of this match, and NEW NACW TOUGHMAN CHAMPION, THE FLYING SCOTSMAN!!!

 

SW: An incredible display by both men, but The Flying Scotsman takes advantage of Dan's room, along with Jeremy Rhodes getting involved, to get the win!

 

TD: Uh… Uh… One thing that can be said… Dan's room put the HARDCORE in that match!

 

DM: SHUT UP!!! WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!!

 

SW: We'll be back once Dan gets back his composure…

 

TD: Sick mother…

 

*Cut to commercial*

 

NACW

NEW CHAMPION

Winner: The Flying Scotsman.

NEW CHAMPION

NACW

 

NACW

LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

Chris Widmayer v. Eddie Deegan

Written by...Brandon Williams

LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

NACW

Steve White: Well, let's bring you to Drew Fortesque for our introductions for the match.

 

Drew Fortesque: This contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit and it is for the NACW Light Heavyweight Championship!

 

 

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: First, coming down the aisle, the challenger, from Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, weighing in at 225 lbs., "Crazy" Chris Widmayer!

 

 

 

Steve White: Here comes the champion.

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: His opponent, weighing 199 lbs., the NACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Eddie Deegan!

 

 

 

 

 

Dan Mazin: Gotta love the entrance.

 

Tony Davis: Chris Widmayer, the rookie, has had a limited amount of matches under his cap, lets see if he can dethrone the newly crowned champion, defeating Johnny Coast less than two weeks ago at the Clash of the Titans!

 

Steve White: Yeah, barely held it. But as you mentioned, Chris should have alot of flaws. We'll see now, bell sounds and they lock up. Chris gets an arm twist kind of thing, and follows up with a savate, which just maybe cracked a rib of Deegan's. Cover... but he can roll the shoulder up before the referee can count.

 

Dan Mazin: That was a huge shot.

 

Tony Davis: Next time, say something I can argue with.

 

Dan Mazin: Sorry. I will. Its always fun.

 

Steve White: Widmayer leaps and nails him with two knees right on the

face of Deegan.

 

Tony Davis: That was square on the face.

 

Dan Mazin: I wish I could argue. Err...

 

Steve White: Widmayer to the top... Flying Elbow... That didn't quite hit. Deegan up, kind of slowly, actually very slowly, and elbowdrops the challenger. Cover... 1, but Widmayer's just started. Both now up to their feet. Deegan going up to the top, but when he's at the second rope, Widmayer charges with a Yakuza kick, nailing Eddie in the jaw, which sends the champion to the outside.

 

Dan Mazin: Not good... Actually, grab my popcorn.

 

Tony Davis: He hit pretty bad. He's going after him.

 

Steve White: He goes for a suplex, but Deegan counters, with a reverse neckbreaker! He really had to fold him there, but he got him. Rolls the challenger back in and follows. He picks him up with a gutwrench, and can't really pick him up, where Widmayer does a... sort of a diagonal backdrop, slipping him diagonally over his back.

 

Dan Mazin: Ugh.

 

Tony Davis: He better go for a pin soon!

 

Steve White: Widmayer picks him up like a powerbomb, and that's exactly what it is. A Powerbomb. Cover... 1, 2, kickout. Widmayer, who earlier on helped VooDoo to victory, hasn't won yet.

 

Tony Davis: Good thing you mentioned it, I may have had to.

 

Steve White: Okay. Widmayer runs across and gets a legdrop right over the neck. Widmayer picks him up and downs him to a DDT. Cover, 1, 2, and he almost got the three, but it wasn't a three.

 

Tony Davis: It was a three, just didn't hit. Slow referee.

 

Dan Mazin: I like that referee.

 

Steve White: Ummmm... You guys having fun? Hey! That's the same referee you thought deserved to be fired!

 

Dan Mazin: No, its a different guy!

 

Tony Davis: Caught! Same one!

 

Dan Mazin: Just for arguing.

 

Steve White: Widmayer going for an Ace Crusher, but Deegan pushes him off. Widmayer, off the ropes, swings around a lariat of Deegan's and goes for a crucifix, but gets a Samoan Drop.

 

Tony Davis: Gotta dent the ring there.

 

Steve White: Deegan to the top, leaps and gets caught wit-- avoids a boot by Widmayer. I thought he had hit, turns back and.. small package! 1, 2, kickout. Widmayer had almost won the title on his what, second outting?

 

Tony Davis: Yeah, he lost to Chris Kitching.

 

Steve White: Deegan is pissed. That ain't good for Chris Widmayer, from Wisconsin. That is not good.

 

Dan Mazin: But its good for Deegan!

 

Tony Davis: Well that's not really the point.

 

Steve White: Right, Tony, it ain't.

 

Tony Davis: Damn right.

 

Dan Mazin: Shut up!

 

Steve White: Deegan nails Widmayer a few times, with some stiff rights, stunning him, Deegan runs off the ropes and flips over, Sunset Flip. 1, 2, kickout by the challenger. Deegan picks Widmayer up and bodyslams him down. In position for any top rope move.

 

Dan Mazin: For a flying dropkick? I think not.

 

Tony Davis: He's trying to do his job.

 

Steve White: He hits a Frog Splash. 1, 2, and Widmayer again can muster out. Deegan puts him on the top turnbuckle, and himself on the second, hurricanrana off the top turnbuckle. Pinfall Attempt. one, two, kickout.

 

Dan Mazin: Close call!

 

Tony Davis: He wants to leave and enjoy a longer reign, and what champion wouldn't?

 

Dan Mazin: Who knows?

 

Steve White: Deegan, hits a flying elbowdrop. Picks him up, and falls backwards. One, two, but Chris Widmayer still has fight. Deegan is frustrated. He's leaving... Widmayer is down. Deegan's got a chair, he throws it into the ring. The referee tries to take it out, where it belongs, but he shoves the referee into the turnbuckle! That's a disqualification.

 

Dan Mazin: Well he ain't calling it.

 

Tony Davis: He's out!

 

Steve White: The chair is flat on the ground. Widmayer is looking at the referee, trying to help him, he can't, looks for Deegan, kicks the chair out of the ring and Deegan, pirched on the across turnbuckle... FLIGHT 800, no, he missed! He knocked the wind out of himself! Widmayer takes advantage, La Magistral Cradle... The outside the ring official comes to count, he's there quickly. 1, 2, 3!!!! New Champion! Chris Widmayer defeats Eddie Deegan, he's the new NACW Light Heavyweight Champion!

 

 

 

Dan Mazin: There shouldn't be two referee's. He should be fired!

 

Tony Davis: He's there for a reason. Widmayer really locked that cradle on Deegan, and now we have a new champion.

 

Dan Mazin: Widmayer should be stripped of the title! He uses that same move! Thats Fraud!

 

Tony Davis: That's wrestling.

 

Drew Fortesque: Here is your winner, and new NACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Chris Widmayer!

NACW

NEW CHAMPION

Winner: Chris Widmayer.

NEW CHAMPION

NACW

 

NACW

TELEVISION TITLE MATCH

Big O v. Chris Kitching

Written by...Alan Soriano

TELEVISION TITLE MATCH

NACW

(The scene fades back into Sunday Night Slam Masters..."C'est La Vie" by B-Witched plays as the camera pans over the arena and sees all of the stoked fans holding signs, yelling, and acting like maniacs...Then, Dan Mazins voice is heard..)

 

D.M: What the..No, not this crap again!

 

S.W: Hey, I gotta say, the song grows on ya...

 

T.D: Yeah, Its kinda upbeat...Kinda makes you feel good..

 

D.M: Yeah, the main words here..Song grows on YOU..Makes YOU feel good..

 

S.W: Uggghh...

 

(The scene then fades into the announce booth...)

 

S.W: Well fans, we have had a tremendous card so far, and up next, the Television Strap is up for grabs as two up and comers fight for this prrstegious belt..

 

D.M: Prestegious my ass...

 

S.W: Lets get to Drew Fortesque in the ring..

 

(Scene changes to Fortesque in the ring..)

 

Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR

THE NACW TELEVISION TITLE! INTRODUCING FIRST..THE CHALLENGER...ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY VANESSA, HE WEIGHS IN AT 257 LBS..FROM WINNIPEG MANITOBA, CANADA..THE DEAL...CHRIS KITCHHINGGG!!!

 

("Revolver" By Rage Against The Machine starts as Kitching makes his way to the ring with the lovely Vanessa at his side...Kitching is heard saying..."You are looking at the next champ!" to the fans, who give him a mixed reaction...Suddenly, as Kitching reaches the ring, the theme to "Wild America" plays..)

 

Ann: AND HIS OPPONENT, THE CHAMPION..ACCOMPANIED BY RUNS WITH THE PACK, HE WEIGHS IN AT 217 LBS.....HE IS THE NACW TELEVISION CHAMPION..BIG O!!!

 

(Big O comes out with Runs With the Pack and the Television title over his shoulder..He shoots a shotgun full of blanks into the air and strides to the ring..Big O runs up to the ring and slide sunder the bottim rope where Kitching proceeds to pummell him... Fortesque quickly grabs the belt and hightails outta the ring...)

 

*Ding*

 

S.W: And the match is underway here! Kitching/Big O for the TV strap...And Kitching in control...Picks Big O up by the hair..Hooks him up..And nails a snap suplex! Cover...And only a one count!

 

T.D: Kitching making a quick start here...WHips O into the ropes..reversal by O..O ducks for a back body drop..But Kitching catches him with a spinning neckbreaker! Cover....And only a one count again! Kicthing back to work on O..Now whips him into the corner...Charges after..And O moves...And Kitching bounces off the corner buckle...Rollup by O...And only a one count! Both men up quickly..And O nails a lariat sending Kitching down!

 

D.M: Cover by O...And another one count! Both these men are trying to end this way too fast! O now..Scoops up Kitching..And slams him down...Now O is going to the corner..Hes on the second turnbuckle...Leaps..And misses the knee drop! Kitching moved!

 

S.W: Now Kitching getting to his feet..Grabs O by the hair..and is slamming his head into the corner buckle...

 

Crowd: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15!!!

 

T.D: Fifteen times! And O stumbles and falls face first onto the mat..And Kitching playing to the crowd now..Runs With the Pack pounding on the mat to get her man up!

 

D.M: Damn, she couldent get me up if she tried!

 

S.W: WILL YOU STOP! Great maneuver there by Kitching..That DDT took some more steam out of the champs sails...Cover...

 

1

 

 

2

 

 

S.W: NO! Shoulder up by O..And Kitching hooks Big O into a rear chinlock...Wearing the champ down..

 

T.D: But Big O is fighting it...Hes up to one knee...Another..Runs with the Pack is pounding harder as the fans cheer Big O on! Big O up to his feet! Elbow to the bread basket...Another By O...O broke the hold..Big chop by O! O off the ropes..Lou Thesz Press! And O nails rights onto Kitching!

 

D.M: O back up quickly..Big Legdrop..Connects! Cover...And a one..Not even phasing Kitching..Kitching getting back to his feet..O hooks Kitching..He might be going for a version of his Obliverator..That spinning piledriver...And O wasting time here..Has Kitching hooked in that standing scissor lock..Now trying to pull Kitching up..Blocked..Again..Blocked..

 

S.W: Kitching might reverse this...And does! Back body drop..But O holds on..Rolls him over..Wait..Kitching rolls O over...

 

1

 

 

2

 

 

3NO!

 

S.W: NO! Referee Jimmy B says its only a 2! Both men up quickly...Kitching attempts a clothesline..Ducked...Big O..Abdominal Stretch on Kitching! But wait..Kitching..Reverses..Behind Big O..O tries a back elbow ..Ducked by Kitching..And..WOAH!

 

T.D: Firemans carry! The first part of..

 

All as he lands it: THE SPIKE!

 

S.W: Rollup by Kitching..Here comes Runs With the Pack..

 

 

1

 

 

S.W: VANESSA ON THE APRON...

 

 

2

 

 

S.W: VANESSA CLOCKS RUNS WITH THE PACK WITH HER BAG! SHE GOES FLYING OFF THE APRON!

 

 

3!!!!

 

S.W: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!

 

Ann: HERE IS YOUR WINNER..AND NEW NACW TELEVISION CHAMPION...CHRIS..THE DEAL...KITCHINGGG!!!!

 

S.W: Kitching wins! Vanessa and Kitching celebrating in the ring as Drew Fortesque hands this talented young man the belt! And Big O and Runs With the Pack are sulking away like, dare I say it, a couple of wounded animals.....

 

D.M: As you can see on our Royal Crown Replay...Kitching and O exchanged moves towards the end, but Kitching slides out of the abdominal stretch and hooks Big O on his shoulders, nailing his version of a Spicoli Driver, hooking the leg, and getting the three count..Meanwhile...Vanessa, showing some clout here,nails Runs With the Pack as she tries to interfere...And we have a new champion here on Slam Masters!

 

S.W: Fans, dont go away, theres more to come!

 

("C'est La Vie" plays again...)

 

D.M: Damn that song!

NACW

NEW CHAMPION

Winner: Chris Kitching.

NEW CHAMPION

NACW

 

NACW

U.S. TITLE MATCH

"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes v. Red Leaf

Written by...Brian Blottie

U.S. TITLE MATCH

NACW

Steve White: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam Masters! We have a U.S. title match coming up for you now, so sit back, relax…

 

Tony Davis: Have a beer…

 

Dan Mazin: And some pretzels…

 

Tony Davis: Don't you mean, "A dildo"?

 

Dan Mazin: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

 

Steve White: Let's get to the ring for our opening introductions.

 

Drew Fortesque: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NACW United States Title! Introducing first…

 

*"Soul Rebel" by Bob Marley begins to play over the speakers, as red and white fireworks go off. The fans begin to boo loudly, as Red Leaf makes his way down to the ring, carrying his Canadian flag*

 

Drew Fortesque: … he is from Canada, weighing in at 328 lbs., here is the challenger, RED LEAF!

 

*"Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie begins to play, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Jeremy Rhodes makes his way out from behind the curtain, looks right, then left at the fans, chuckles to himself, and makes his way to the ring*

 

Drew Fortesque: And his opponent, this man NEEDS no introductions, here is your NACW UNITED STATES CHAMPION… "THE LOBO" JEREMY RHODES!!!

 

SW: This crowd is going absolutely nuts as Rhodes slides into the ring… but he's met by the big man, Red Leaf, who is putting the boots to him. Red Leaf reaches down, grabs the U.S. title from around Rhodes waist, and holds it up in the air!

 

Red Leaf: Not U.S. title… CANADIAN TITLE!!!

 

TD: Bad move by Red Leaf. He should have scouted his man a little better, because he just turned his back on Jeremy Rhodes.

 

DM: Yep, Red Leaf's dead…

 

TD: Hell, don't turn your back on Dan, either. You never know what he might have in his hand!

 

DM: SHUT UP, YOU GUYS!

 

SW: (Chuckling) As Red Leaf turns around, Rhodes meets him with a drop kick into the kneecap. Red Leaf drops down to one knee, and Rhodes drop kicks him into the face. Leaf almost bent in half backwards there, and now flops HARD face first onto the mat.

 

TD: Rhodes is continuing to work on the knee, as he's stomping away at it from behind. Speaking of "from behind", you ever hear of a pro-wrestler named "Pal Penis", Dan?

 

DM: No…

 

TD: I'm surprised. He's a GAY porn star, just like Shane Michaels!

 

DM: SHUT UP!

 

SW: (Laughing) C'mon, you guys. Let's get our heads back into the match…

 

TD: Oh, I'm sure Dan's going to get his head SOMEWHERE…

 

DM: Oh, man…

 

SW: Rhodes is now backing off, letting Red Leaf get back to his feet, and now Rhodes clips Red Leaf's knee, dropping Red Leaf to his back. Rhodes grabs Red Leaf's legs, and now kicks a couple times into the injured knee… and he's putting him in a Texas CloverLEAF. I think he's doing this as a pun on the name, what do you think, Tony?

 

TD: I don't think Dan cares much about any pun on Red Leaf, I just think he cares about Red Leaf's knees. I mean, without Red Leaf's knees, how will he be able to get down on them and…

 

DM: THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!!!

 

*Dan throws down his headset, and storms off*

 

TD: Hmmm… wonder what got up his ass? Oh yeah! That's right!

 

SW: Sick, Tony. Sick. I don't think Red Leaf can hold on for much longer, as Rhodes has that hold cinched in tight… wait! THE REBELS HAVE HIT THE RING! Revenger just nailed Rhodes across the back of the head with a chair, and Blood Boy dropped a leg across the back of his head!

 

*Cut to backstage, where a camera is following Dan. It follows Dan, then stops by The Flying Scotsman's cameraboy, the six-year-old Jimmy, who is at a vendor's booth*

 

Jimmy: Damn Scotsman… always making me…

 

*Jimmy looks up, and sees the Revenger and Blood Boy tying a noose around Jeremy Rhodes' neck, on a TV set up by the concession stand*

 

Jimmy: Oh, CRAP! I have to get The Scotsman…

 

*Jimmy runs off as we cut back to the arena shot*

 

SW: They can't do this… they're going to HANG Jeremy Rhodes! Blood Boy is holding Red Leaf down, and Revenger… JUST THREW RHODES OVER THE TOP! They're HANGING, RHODES!!! SOMEONE, HELP!!!

 

*Cut backstage again. Jimmy is at The Flying Scotsman's locker room, but a bulldozer is in front of the door*

 

Jimmy: GOD DAMN IT! I know… I'll get Blottie…

 

*Cut back to the arena*

 

TD: RHODES IS TURNING BLUE! THE REFS CAN'T STOP THIS! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE, NOW!

 

*Cut to the backstage area once more. Jimmy runs into Blottie's locker room, where he is doing push ups*

 

Jimmy: Mr. Blottie, Mr. Blottie!

 

Blottie: Heh… finally, a kid with respect. What is it, kid?

 

Jimmy: It's the Scotsman…

 

*Blottie gets up and runs out of his locker, as he looks at his TV. He runs in the direction of The Flying Scotsman's dressing room. Cut back to the arena*

 

SW: This is just SICK! Rhodes is trying to pull himself up, trying to get a little air in his lungs, but he is losing grip… he's sliding further into that noose, which will just make it tighter…

 

*Cut backstage. Blottie moves the bulldozer, and The Flying Scotsman runs out, towards the ring. Blottie hops off of the bulldozer, and begins to run with Jimmy after him. Cut back to the arena*

 

SW: HERE COMES THE FLYING SCOTSMAN! THANK GOD!!!

 

TD: Rhodes hits the ring, shoves the refs out of the way, and NAILS Revenger in the back of the head. Revenger drops down, and slides out of the ring. He and Blood Boy meet out there…

 

SW: This is just sick. They almost choke Jeremy Rhodes to death, and they get off free as birds. They're making their way backstage, and they turn around to gawk at the damage they did… JIMMY JUST LOU THESZ PRESSED BLOOD BOY FROM BEHIND THAT SIX-YEAR-OLD HAS SKILLS! He's pounding away on the back of Blood Boy's head! NO! Revenger just grabbed Jimmy by the hair, and is hauling him to his feet… BLOTTIE NAILS REVENGER ACROSS THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! Blottie is waiting for Blood Boy to get to his feet as Jimmy runs to the ring… BLOTTIE NAILS BLOOD BOY STRAIGHT INTO THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR!

 

TD: Heh… as the Revenger says… "Revenge is so bitterly sweet".

 

SW: Blottie runs to the ring, as EMTs have arrived at ringside, and are administering oxygen to Jeremy Rhodes, who is still choking. The Rebels are dragging themselves backstage, while in the ring, Rhodes is refusing to get on the stretcher. Blottie and The Flying Scotsman grab one arm each, and haul Rhodes up, dragging him to the back.

 

TD: Hey, where'd Dan run off to? Or should I ask?

 

SW: Who knows, but we'll find him during this time out…

 

*Cut to commercial*

NACW

Official Result...

Winner: Jeremy Rhodes via DQ.

Official Result...

NACW

White: It's main event time...this is going to be a huge match, as it contains a preview of World Tour II on May 29. Alan Soriano and Billy Classon will be taking on the man who will challenge Soriano for the World title at said World Tour II, Brian J. Blottie, who has the task of teaming with the resident freak, who is becoming more of a crybaby by the day, Chameleon.

 

Mazin: I don't care, as long as Tony Davis is out of here.

 

White: Well, Dan has alluded to something...Tony Davis is not at the broadcast booth, but that's because we've got a special guest for a ringside commentator. Let's start his music.

 

 

 

Drew Fortesque: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome..."BIG DOG" JUSTIN RUSSELL!

 

 

 

"Big Dog" Justin Russell: I'm here, and I'm reading to do this little commentary thing.

 

White: Welcome back to the arena, Justin. I noticed you got some new music...

 

Russell: Nah, my regular entrance music is still "Gone Shootin'" by AC/DC. I just liked that song, and since we've officially announced backstage that Kid Rock is going to be the musical guest for World Tour II, we might as well go ahead and let the cat out of the bag now. From now on, I've got two themes, I guess..."Gone Shootin'" and "Black Chick, White Guy."

 

White: You came back to visit at Clash of the Titans...what was that all about?

 

Russell: I wanted to dedicate the card to Jeff Leavitt. I called up Paul Davidson, and he said that it was okay. You see, the way I was brought up, you pay honor and respect to those who you grew up around when they die.

 

Mazin: What do you think of this tag team match?

 

Russell: Well, first off, Soriano's just keeping the belt warm for me...

 

White: What?

 

Russell: You heard me. I respect Alan, but if it wasn't for my big damn feet, I'd be the World Champion right now, and if I couldn't be the champion, then I wanted Soriano to be the champion. Now, don't interrupt me. You know my opinions with Classon...he's back to the Classon we all know and love, and I forgave him for all that happened. The kid was brainwashed by Maxim and Kulash.

 

Mazin: What about Blottie and Chameleon?

 

Russell: I like Blottie. The guy's got talent, and he's got respect for those around him, but you know what? He can call himself the "True Living Legend" if he wants, and I won't have a beef with him, because I'm not a living legend, I'm a living icon. I know a lot of people call themselves "icons," but I can back it up. I've been around for about 22 months, and I've already collected six World titles in four different federations, including the belt around Soriano's waist twice. That sounds like an icon to me. As for Chameleon, I don't really have a problem with his as far as talent, but that damn attitude's gotta go. He's my wife's brother, but if he gets out of line near me, I'll slap the eye shadow off of his head.

 

White: Okay...so, who's going to win?

 

Russell: If I had to pick someone, I'd go with Blottie and Chameleon. Soriano doesn't trust his own partner, and I'll tell you straight out; if you go into a tag team match where you don't trust your partner, you're gonna get your ass kicked.

 

White: All right, let's introducing the combatants. Drew?

NACW

MAIN EVENT

Alan Soriano & Billy Classon v. Brian J. Blottie & Chameleon

Written by...Justin Russell

MAIN EVENT

NACW

 

 

 

 

 

 

WIRE INDEX:

 

 

#1: Chris Kitching

#2: The Flying Scotsman:

#3: The Rebels

#4: VooDoo

#5: "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes

#6: NEWS BROADCAST...

 

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CHRIS KITCHING(As Sunday Night Slam Masters goes off the air for another week, a NACW reporter and a large camera crew is shown pacing backstage looking for the NACW's new Television champion, Chris "The Deal" Kitching's dressing room. Loud music and yelling can be heard, so the crew heads towards it. The crew enters the dressing room, finding Chris "The Deal" Kitching,his beautiful valet Vanessa, NACW officials and close friends celebratingChris' TV title victory earlier in the night over Big O at SNSM)

 

Chris: Come on in boys! You're looking at the NACW's new, and THEgreatest damn Television champ that will ever grace God's green earth andstep into an NACW ring! Damn this feels great. Come on, come on, jointhe party!

 

Reporter: Chris, what an event tonight. You were great. Any words?\

 

Chris: I told each and every one of you squareheads time and time again,that at Sunday Night Slam Masters, I would walk out into the MGM GrandArena in Las Vegas, step between those ropes and wrestle one hell of amatch and defeat Big O for the NACW Television title. Hell, take a lookat this baby. But keep in mind, it's not the title that makes thewrestler, it's the wrestler that makes the title. And I tell you what. With this thing around my waist, the NACW Television title has got to bethe most prestigious title the NACW has to offer, seeing how I am thebest damn thing going around here today, and everyday. Big O I havenothing against your sorry ass, but hell, you simply don't have what ittakes to go head to head with "The Deal," and you're a damn fool fortrying to make yourself think you can. You aren't the first to realizethat, and you won't be the last. You have got to be the biggest piece ofgarbage I have ever faced in my life, aside from some bald guy with agoatee who is a WWF-has-been, and of course, our new NACW LightHeavyweight champion, "Crazy" Chris Widmayer...(Everyone at the party begins to cheer for "The Deal")

 

Chris: That's right. When I entered the NACW I told everyone I wouldclimb the ladder from bottom to top and not take one step back along theway, and I believe I am doing just that. Over a little more than amonth, I have proved that I am here to fight until the end and that Imean business. This is just another small step for myself before I haveto dethrone someone for the NACW title. But hell, that story will haveto wait for another night.

 

Reporter: Chris, many titles changed hands tonight, and words for theothers?

 

Chris: No. Congratulations to them. But their time will come sooner orlater.

 

Reporter: Great, Chris. Earlier this afternoon, the NACW released wordthat in one week, you will defend your title against Rasta Farian. Canyou comment on this?

 

Chris: Well, you see, the NACW higher-ups can throw anything in my way,and I can tell you that I will turn each and everyone of them aside timeafter time. There is not one person who can stand in my way here in theNACW, and this Sunday I will prove once again to the world that I am "TheDeal" and the best damn Television champ there ever will be. I haven'tseen much of Rasta, hell, for all we know he may be gearing up for the2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City to make another run for a Jamaicanbobsled team. Good luck to you with that, and Rasta, good luck to youthis Sunday. You will need it. I have beaten men like you before. AndI am damn ready to do it once again! Now if you boys will excuse me, Ihave some things to take care of. See ya later guys.(Chris then escorts the NACW camera crew and reporter to the door andreturns to the celebration)

 

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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

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Scotsman: is shown in his locker room. His face is bandaged up, andtheres someone knocking on the door]

 

Jimmy:: "Who is knocking on the door

 

Scotsman:?"

 

Scotsman:"Doctors. They all want to take me to the hospital, and get myface all sewn up."

 

Jimmy: "It does look a right mess...shouldn't you go?"

 

Scotsman: "Maybe Jimmy:, maybe. But right now, I just want to spend sometime alone..."

 

Jimmy: "Oh sorry.."[Jimmy: gets up to leave]

 

Scotsman: "No you dumbass! If you left who would work the camera?"[Jimmy: sits down]"You didn't let me finish...I just want to spend some time alone, withthis."[

 

Scotsman: brings out the shiny NACW Toughman Title]"See this? It says the NACW's Toughest Man. I won this Jimmy:. I wonthis in one of the craziest NACW matches to date. I never thought I'dsay this Jimmy:, but I stuck a dildo down a mans throat."

 

Jimmy: "But you just did that last week to one of those bikers! Remember?He took you up to his bedroom, took of your clot.."

 

Scotsman:"Enough Jimmy:! I'm trying to bask in my reflected glory here.""Now when I came out...I heard boo's. Yet by the end of the match, Iheard cheers. I want you fans to know that I respect that. I'd like tothank the people who cheered me. Without you, I couldn't have won thistitle. Blood was pouring down my head, the room was spinning, and Icouldn't feel my face. But I heard you fans cheering for me, and thatspurred me on, that kept me going. So I'd like to thank the people forthat."

 

Jimmy: "You could even say that you're now the Peoples Champion!"

 

Scotsman: "Know yer role Jimmy:, know yer role."[Jimmy: laughs]"In all serious, I am now the toughman champion, but I am NOT stoppinghere. Next week, its me and fellow Blood Brother Jeremy Rhodes, squaringoff against The Rebels. The Rebels? What the hell are they rebellingagainst? Did mommy tie their shoes too tight each morning? Did teachergive them into trouble? You pieces of crap don't know the meaning of theword rebel. I'm gonna rename you 'The Fish-Flop Juk Ya Ma Noo Be DeDorks'."

 

Jimmy: "Pretty pathetic Scots."

 

Scotsman: "Thanks Jimmy:...thanks.""Now Rebels, I'm almost flippin dead here. I have blood all over me, Ithink a few of my toes are broke, and I'm pretty sure my ribcage lookslike a piece of lettuce now. As for my neck..well...crash test dummiesare in better shape than me!""But this Sunday, I'm going to be in that ring. Even if I have to comein in a wheelchair. Me and Jeremy, we'll show you. We will show youwhat its all about. We will show you..that blood..um..."

 

Jimmy: IIs this another crazy catchphrase?"

 

Scotsman: "Yes..""Blood..runs thicker..than uh..Rebels."

 

Jimmy: "Thats you're worst yet Scotsman:."

 

Scotsman: "I have no jaw left. Stop complaining."

 

Jimmy: "Yes sir."

 

Scotsman: "Madam."

 

Jimmy: "Whatever."

 

Scotsman: "Yes, whatever."

 

Jimmy: "Just hurry up and speak. I gotta pee."

 

Scotsman: "Yeah ok..back to the toughman title.""Jason Deegan, you gave me one hell of a match, and I respect that. We're now 1-1 now. Maybe sometime in the future we'll wrestle again. You put up one great fight, and I'm always going to remember that. Youbrought out the best in me so far. I thank you for that.""And now..this is to the rest of the NACW..if you think you're atoughman..bring it on. I'm not going to sit on my ass and do nothing.I'll defend this title against anyone, anywhere, anytime."

 

Jimmy: "Anytime?"

 

Scotsman: "Yeah."

 

Jimmy: "What about 4am?"

 

Scotsman: "Hmm..thats pretty late. Scrap that idea. Its just anyone,anywhere."

 

Jimmy: "Even in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?"

 

Scotsman: "OK...its..its just anyone."

 

Jimmy: "Even Satan?"

 

Scotsman: "ARRRRRRRGHHHHH!"[Scotsman: picks up Jimmy: and throws him across the room.]

[Jimmy: crashes against the wall and starts crying]"Let that be a lesson for all you so-called toughmen, who want tochallenge me. I'm the toughest man in the NACW according to this title,and unless someone takes it away from me, that is a F-A-C-T.""Now I'm going to go to the hospital now. Hey Jimmy:, make sure I get aroom where the nurses are cute!"

[Scotsman: puts the toughman title over his shoulder, and walks out to theawaiting doctors]--Disclaimer:

No children were hurt in the making of this roleplay. Apart from Jimmy: that is, who just about broke his head after Scotsman:threw him into the wall. That'd fucking hurt!--

 

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THE REBELS

 

 

The Revenger: The Flying Scotsman.... I've got three little words of youpal, you little bitch. We're forced into defending our titles againstsomeone because of your challenge. We went out, spent our money on avacation, because we are the tag team champions, and you.... You've gotto be kidding.

 

Blood Boy: We're not happy, Pato, which is, by the way, a rather oddname, but we're the best damn NACW Champions ever, and haven't evendefended them yet!

 

The Revenger: We don't need to.

 

Blood Boy: Exactly. Pato, pal, this better turn out good, and for us, notfor Rhodes and Scotsman! They hold belts of their own! They'd be carryingtwo at a time! Is someone a bit biased or what? Okay, we're now thecommissioners. I fight Widmayer and Rhodes in singles and Revenger fightsSoriano and Kitching. We'll have three belts each! And... Uhhhh...Hmmmm.... What about the Toughman title?

 

The Revenger: Calm down. That title was just made so Scotsman could kiss Pato's ass some more.

 

Blood Boy: Really? No!

 

The Revenger: True, true, my little buddy.

 

Blood Boy: How about we just steal everyone's titles and throw them offbridges, and then... You know what? We'd be the only champions!

 

The Revenger: We'd be fired. Look, there's a tournament. There's no wayin Pato's green federation, that they can defeat all those tag teams...Sex and More Sex... The Californian Commies, which I assume shouldconsist of The Crushin' Russian and some other guy from California, don'tcare who... There's also, The Ghetto Boy Toyz.... The Smeegans, andwhoever else want to form to try and take our spots... Unsuccessfully.

 

Blood Boy: Are there any other threats, really?

 

The Revenger: Heh, no.

 

Blood Boy: I know. We're like the best.

 

The Revenger: Better.

 

Blood Boy: Now what's this with Red Leaf?

 

The Revenger: I dunno, but its rumoured that people are talking... Behindour backs about a conspiracy between us three, but hell no. We ditchedhim long ago, remember? We said he just sucked. He does. He doesn't knowany wrestling holds.

 

Blood Boy: He's said that we taught him!

 

The Revenger: Yeah, but he's seemed to forget them all. Big Dumb idiot.He's probably making these up!

 

Blood Boy: Yeah. What about Tony Davis stealing your line?

 

The Revenger: He's dead, no doubts. What are your thoughts on us helpingRed Leaf.

 

Blood Boy: We didn't help. We're happy he's not with that title. ThatUnited States Title, because he doesn't deserve it. He's wrestledtwo-three matches, no one who has only wrestled that doesn't deserveanything....

 

The Revenger: And Jimmy:, little buddy, we're going to teach you... Please note what we say will not be first hand, but we'll teach you 20 new waysto piss your pants, little kid. You ain't gonna be watching no moreTeletubbies once we're done with you. But Scotsman will see one.... Inhis bed!

 

Blood Boy: Hahaha, the Purple one or whatever.

 

The Revenger: Yeah, I don't watch that.

 

Blood Boy: Me neither.

 

The Revenger: Uhhhh... We're getting the Pay-Per-View tonight, aren't we?

 

Blood Boy: Yeah. I ordered it a few minutes ago.

 

The Revenger: Good. But can we talk about the WWF on this?

 

Blood Boy: Who cares?

 

The Revenger: Well let's not.

 

Blood Boy: Yeah.

 

The Revenger: Anyway, for you, Blood Brothers, Red Leaf, Tony, Jimmy:,Pato, and anyone else that pisses us off... Revenge is so bitterly sweet

 

 

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VOODOO

{In the confines of VooDoo's own personal locker room (an unused womensbathroom in the back that has a sign of the woman picture that is made ofa shoebox depicting the words "VooDoo's Locker") VooDoo is found sittingdown on a toliet seat. He reaches up and grabs a tampon from behind thestall. He places it in his nose to stop the bleeding.)

 

VooDoo: Well well well...The V Dub, does it again for the first time. NACW you are now at the begining of what will become a top notchwrestling career. As you can tell I just beat one of the greatest toever step in the ring..in the Bi Polar Bear..wait umm dammit I just beata NBJ...Natural Born Jobber..Well I guess I'll be the next Goldberg, allI have to do is stop sending out rp's and lose some in ring skill..hell ICAN DO IT. Bi Polar Bear, what can I say..Your skills are of theprimative sort. Your mind is that of a 3 year old..But I do have to saythis..Your butt was smelling fresh on my foot after i pulled it out...youmust wipe like nobodies business.{Knock on the outside door}

 

VooDoo: Yeah?

 

Person: {whimpishly} I....uhh..have a fax for a..a..Mr. VooDoo.

 

VooDoo: Come on in..3rd stall...the doors open{The person walks in and appears to be Jimmy:...}

 

VooDoo:Jimmy? What the hell are you doing here? I told you i don'tsell crack anymore...Scots don't need it. Jimmy?

 

Jimmy: im his cousin Sammy...and I have this fax foryou.{Sammy hands the paper to VooDoo...he begins to read it}

 

VooDoo: Hmm...very well Simmie...

 

Sammy: Sammy!

 

VooDoo: Tammy? Why do you have a girls name? Ohhhh don't answer that Idon't wanna know..I heard

Jimmy said he was getting some..I guess incestis the things these days...Nasty...Now get the hell out of here...oh waithere take this...{VooDoo rips off some toliet paper and writes on it.."Dear Scots Your'Powdered Sugar' is currently out of stock..be in touch"...he gives it toSammy and tells him to give it to Jimmy to give to Scots.}

 

VooDoo: Ok now just a second here...Pres lets start hiring some olderpeople..you know possibly over 20? I like how you got a female but stillIm not one of those that gets anything that walks..it has to ru...ummKristi if you're watching right now turn off the tv.....thanks honey..Yesback to the umm hell where was i? was I somewhere? What is this paper? Oh yeah me and Crazy get to go against umm the Ghetto Boys..I guess theirrap careers died off. Maybe I can get an autograph of some sort..wellhell...damn i just rhymed right there maybe im the rap artist...lets seehere...The VooDoo, who do, what you don't dare do, people...Yeah no waitthats my theme song..hmm Ghetto Ghettoooo...I kinda thought that peoplethat made it out the Ghetto wouldn't be boys but rather men or femaleswould be considered bitches..Pres come on i don't want to have to beat ona little kid..Spanking is for the parents not the role model. Hey dowhat you will I'll have fun beating them up...I better practice.."Heykiddie...I got some ginger bread for ya" Oh yeah thats all i need. HeyCrazy where you at? I heard about a great party t'morrow on thestrip..major T and A. Damn yo Chris congrats on the belt...If I was alightweight I'd take it from you, but im not so when i take it anywaysi'll have to wear it as a head band. And oh yeah that Chris Bitchin' wontoo...Hey yo ChrisKy you maintain you're championship then sooner orlater you will be forced to face the Vee Double Oh Dee Double Oh...Yaschmell me on this one? UnHHHHHHHH.{toliet flushes}

 

VooDoo: The Great Voo is back for all the ones that know me from beforeyou know what is in store, but for those that don't...braceyourself..because i wasn't known as The Myth, The Man, The Legend VooDoofor nothing. You see everyone has a day with the fallacious one..andwhen that happens there is nothing..nothing that you can do to saveyourself..BpB and the Orderly nice try, but you don't deserve to be inthe same arena let alone ring as me. And thats the dot on yer i..{knocking}

 

VooDoo: Dammit who is it?

 

Person: Uhh...nick

 

VooDoo: Nick who the hell are you?

 

Nick: Umm i was sent for some...

 

VooDoo: No just leave i don't have time to deal with your povertystrickened mind.{nothing}

 

VooDoo: Good..Don't people know who i am? I mean shi..Cameraman:

 

Mr. VooDoo?

 

VooDoo: WHAT IS IT?

 

Cameraman: Im almost out of power here...

 

VooDoo: WORTHLESS..ah to hell with with here have my business card andrecord that until it runs out of battery..{VooDoo gives him a buisness card. The cameraman sets it on the groundthen zooms in the camera until it can read the card correctly. The cardreads "Mr. VooDoo C.E.O. VooDoo Inc. "VooDoo Inc. where you gowhen you need to do the 'Doo"}

 

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"THE LOBO" JEREMY RHODES

 

 

"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes: Motherfuckers. Goddamn, white trash, tag teamchampion motherfuckers. I can't believe that I was stupid enough to fallfor that shit. I can't believe a damn thing about tonight. Revenger...heh...that's an appropriate name. Blood Boy...that'sappropriate, too. You know why? 'Cause next Sunday, I'm going to getrevenge on the Revenger, and I'm going to make Blood Boy bleed...justlike he made my Blood Brother bleed.

 

Rhodes: You want to mess with me? You think it's cool, and it's hip...tohang me by my fucking neck? I've had a lot of things done to me in thepast...I've been stabbed, I've been driven through tables, I've beenpower bombed through a coffin, I've flown 25 feet through the damn airand smacked concrete...and for what, huh? For disrespectful little shitslike you to grab a rope and hang me with it? You want my attention? You've got my attention now...and you're not going to like it.Yeah, my neck hurts. Yeah, I recovered and hit a hurancanrana on thatlittle puke Johnny Coast about 20 minutes later in the show. Still, whatyou did you me was unforgivable. You've awakened a part of me that youreally should have kept asleep. Next week...I'm not going to be thehappy-go-lucky nut that you people are used to. I'm going to be the mostvicious creature on the face of planet Earth. If I draw blood, that'sgreat. I plan on it. If I break your bones, that's even better. Whoknows...maybe I won't stop with just beating you two into a bloody pulp. Maybe I won't be satisfied until you two take your last breath, just likeI almost did...

 

Rhodes: Red Leaf...don't you think that I know you're behind thissomewhat. I was about to beat you when those two pudwhackers walked downand decided to play "wild, wild west," and hang the Apache. All of themental anguish you tried to put me through, questioning what gender Iwanted to be, talking about how I wasn't focused on you...it didn't work,did it? You knew that you weren't going to beat me, so you called upyour old buddies and had them hang me. Well, Red Leaf...you're going toget yours, too. You just wait...you'll get your ass kicked, and then,I'll send you to a doctor and sign a consent form to get your sexchanged.Oh, and your claims that inside I'm a girl? Nah...if I was a girlinside, there's no way I'd let myself get this messed up...well,maybe...but what the hell does it matter? I still can kick your ass,even if I do wear high-heeled boots...but I don't plan on wearing thattype of footwear...

 

Rhodes: Oh, and Jimmy, the kid who's three-feet-nine with the ten-footdick, thanks for your quick thinking. Next time I see you and Scots,I'll buy you two a couple of porno mags and ice cream cones. Brian,thanks to you, as well. Now I know that I truly can count on someone...Ican count on Brian, I can count on Jimmy, and I can count on my buddy,the Scotsman.Oh, and VooDoo, don't call Jimmy's cousin Tammy. If you're gonna callsomeone Tammy, then call me Tammy. Hell, according to Red Leaf, I'm agirl. Might as well act the fuckin' part. Myabe I can bum some makeupoff of Chameleon, but he'd probably whine about the whole damn thing. Fuck it.In closing, Rebels...Red Leaf...you three are in this together. There'sall the proof in the world that suggests it. I'd strongly suggest takingout a large insurance policy with Lloyd's of London, and then informingyour next of kin of your unfortunate passing at next week's SNSM, becausewhen I get my hands on you two, I'll make sure that I don't stop with youtwo lapsing into a coma...now, where's the Scotsman:?

 

 

 

Rhodes: Hmm... Jimmy: must've made a stupid remark.

 

 

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Reporter Dickman: [in the studio] Mr. Douglas, what do you have goingon down there on 22nd street?

 

Reporter Douglas: [at the scene] Well Joel, it appears there has been alarge rumble in this establishment here to my left that elicited rioting,window breaking, and lootage up and down the block.

 

Dickman: What are the details at this point Ron?

 

Douglas: At this point details are still sketchy, put we have a few bitsof information we can pass on to you. There are about 7 wounded andbeing taken to the hospital and a few more that will be on their wayshortly.

 

Dickman: Wow. Any idea what may have started the disturbance?

 

Douglas: Well, Joel, early reports indicate that the bar was hosting acelebration for a popular wrestler referred to as "The Crushin Russian".He has been arrested along with four of his friends and has been takendowntown for questioning.

 

Dickman: Wow, so it appears that this mini-riot / disturbance may havebeen caused by the wrestler "the Crushin Russian"?

 

Douglas: That's what early reports are telling us Joel. No word forsure, but it appears he has some intimate connection with it. I haveofficer McCallihan here who may have some more details.

 

Douglas: [to officer] What can you tell me about the involvement of theCrushin Russian?

 

McCallihan: It appears that the disturbance was started by The CrushinRussian and some of his aquaintances. He apparantly hit a young man overthe head with a bar stool and knocked a few others unconcious.

 

Douglas: What does that leave for his wrestling career would you expect?

 

McCallihan: I don't really care, for one. Crushin Russian is out onbail at this moment but will have a court date sometime in early June orlate May that will decide his fate.

 

Douglas: What do you expect that fate will be?

 

McCallihan: Just a guess, but I would say anywhere from 2-6 monthsbehind bars, depending on how good of lawyers he gets.

 

Douglas: Well Joel, that's the scoop, the police seem to have thesituation in hand in this horrible scene that appears to be caused by theinfamous wrestler The Crushin Russian. Back to you Joel.

 

Dickman: Wow. What a scene. We'll be right back and Jeff will havetommorow's weather forecast.

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