N.A.C.W.

DISTRIBUTOR
Justin Russell

COMMISIONER
Shawn Coats

Wire Index... #1: :The Crushin' Russian #2: :Josh Walters #3: :Alan Soriano #4: :Jaguar #5: : Insane Wayne #6: :The Flying Scotsman #7: :"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes #8: :Dave Bean == == THE CRUSHIN' RUSSIAN [In a dark locker room somewhere in Chicago at a run-down old boxing club. A poorly attended shoot-fighting match is going on in the background. A tall, well built Russian is thouroughly wasting a trashing looking punk. He has visible scars on his upper body and a tatoo saying something in Russian. He excecuted flawless moves and his opponent begs for mercy.] NACW Reporter: Is that him? Shoot fighting director: yep, that's him. The best ever. NACW Reporter: What's his name, again? director: His name is Igor Kilemov, i think. I dont know, they call him the Crushin' Russian. All I know is that I cant keep him here anymore. Reporter: Why not? director: Do you have any idea how much I have to pay someone to get into the ring with that guy? I can't stay in business. As long as he has the title, I'm screwed, no one will fight him. That is where the NACW comes in. You guys take him off my hands, I get to stay in business. You guys might be able to find somebody stupid enough to get in a ring with that guy. Someone that's outright insane. Reporter: What's so special about this guy anyway? director: Have you been watching! [screams in the background] That guy is getting killed. The Crushin' Russian is full of rage, man! built up anger! He doesn't do it for the money...he does it to hurt people. Reporter: He'll do well in the NACW. Here he comes! [A tall, solid man approaches the NACW camera but avoids looking into it. He has a cold disposition and speaks with a Russian accent.] Reporter: Excuse me! Excuse me! I'm from NACW and I was wondering if I could get an interview. Crushin Russian: I'm from Hell and I was wondering if you'd shove it up your ass. Reporter: I hear your joining the NACW. Crushin Russian: You hear good. Reporter: Do you think you have a chance in the NACW against all those tough atheletes? Crushin Russian: Do I have a chance?! They don't have a chance. These American pussies will realize they have been big fish in a small pond. I have faced Americans...I have crushed Americans....I have killed Americans. These punks think they can take pain. They dont even know what pain is. Having your father shot by the Mafia-that is pain. Watching them rape your mother-that is pain. Being forced to kill your own brother-that is pain. So do I feel pain? Not your American pain. Try your submission moves. That is not pain. That is shit. You punks grow up sucking your mommas titties till your thirty. You dont know pain. But I will show you. Reporter: Well then. What do you know about the NACW? Crushin Russian: I know its mostly a bunch of skinny little American punks. But there are a few good wrestlers. From what they tell me, Justin Russell is the top dog. I have seen him wrestle. He wrestles like me, he feels no pain. After Russell, there is a big drop off. There's some good 2nd class wrestlers like Chameleon, Insane Wayne, and some other guys. But I am most interested in the upcoming Rookie Brawl. I will get to check out the worthless punks I am about to destroy. So far, it looks like a pretty weak class, exept for me and a few others. The match will have lots of no good punk ass pussies like Dave Bean, Sir smoke my cock, Ban--------------------------------------------X, Obediah, and Shock. These guys couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper sack. The only real competition will be Blottie, the Canadian Big O, Intesity Josh Walters, and a few other guys who names I can never remember. They look good on March 13th, but wait until they meet me--The Monster from Moskow. Reporter: Wow. Not shy at all are we. What does that tatoo say? Crushin Russian: It's from a long time ago. I spent some time in Russia doing things that no one should have to do. This tatoo means "excecutor of destiny"--it's from my days in the Mafia. Reporter: It seems you dislike Americans, is that true? Crushin Russian: What do you think? Well, I guess I don't hate all Americans, just the punk asses and cowboys. People like Sir-what-the-fuck and Ban------------------------------------------X. People that are good for nothing shit. I hate whiners like Bean, sucking their mommas titties all day hoping for a lollipop. Those are the people I will crush. Reporter: Well, that's all for now, I guess. The "Crushin' Russian" Igor Kilemov, newcomer to the NACW, has immediately declared himself a top contender in the Rookie Class. Back to you Commissioner Coats. == BACK TO TOP == JOSH WALTERS [The camera fades in to a huge pane glass window. As the camera moves in closer the image of Josh Walters is seen sitting in front of a television. Walters seems to be watching the latest interviews from NACW. Walters turns around and spots the camera. He walks to the door and motions the camera in. The camera walks toward the door and enters into Walters' house. The camera focuses in on Walters as he stops the tape and prepares to put in another tape. The cameraman speaks] Cameraman: Hey what tape are you putting in now? Walters: This is a tape of Brian J Blottie's best matches. Want to see? Cameraman: Sure put it in. Walters: Well another great showing by Blottie. What a joke! Blottie your confidence will be your down fall. I have joined the S.O.D. for a reason. That reason is to gain the experience that all of the individuals possess and better prepare myself to annihalte you. I have nothing more to say to you until you answer my challenge for a match. Now I would like to address Obediah or whatever the hell your name is. Cleaning up the wrestling league is your mission? Just because your Mom got drunk and knocked up by some guy doesn't mean it is now your personal vendeta to clean up wrestling. Be careful what you say about the S.O.D. because your bible and your God won't be able to save you when we get ahold of you. Walters: Big O, you are a pretty funny guy. Your sparring partner looks like she could use this tape of Blottie's best matches. Well I'll I have to say is make sure you watch yourself. A dumb mouth will get you into alot of problems. Cameraman: Why did you come out during Blottie's match in Cedar Rapids? Walters: My reasons are clear. I must demolish Blottie and for that matter anyone who stands in my way of winning the rookie rumble. The way I see it the field is pretty open. Big O had an impressive win over Dave Bean but they both looked strong. Then Shock steps up and demolishes some nobody. I am glad I got to see him wrestle at least once before I end his career. Blottie is looking pretty good coming in but it seems that everyone will be gunning for him so who knows there. Then there is Luke Bolean who hasn't really shown me much and I am not concerned about him. Finally one of the wrestlers who seems to be carving a niche for himself here in NACW is Ban X. Ban X I wish you the best of luck but don't cross the S.O.D. Then there are some other guys who I don't really know about or care about. The way I see it Lost Metal, Dream, and myself have a pretty good chance of coming out on top. I guess we will have to wait and see. Camerman: I saw the camp out with the S.O.D. how was that? Walters: The guys are great. I am realizing I made a really good decision to join and I can't wait to reap the benefits. The S.O.D. is going to dominate the NACW!! There is nothing left for me to say. Get this out to my adoring fans as soon as you can. Ultimate Jeopardy II is only the beginning for "Intensity" Josh Walters. == BACK TO TOP == ALAN SORIANO (The scene opens showing Ross Howard standing in Alan Sorianos back game room....He is standing in front of Alans pool table while Alan walks around the table in jeans, an "AnnihilatoR" t-shirt, and a backwards cap, with a pool cue, shooting some billiards. Ross is wearing a suit and holding a microphone, which he starts to speak into..) R.H: Hello fans, and welcome to a special edition of the NACW report. I am Ross Howard, and I am here in the palacial home of NACW superstar Alan Soriano, who, with Chameleon, will be fighting for tag team gold against the team of Sex and Violence, Damon Harris and Yaz Rocker. Alan...excuse me...Alan? (Alan sets down his pool cue and glares at Howard.) Alan: Ross, I invited you here for a *quick* interview. Now, I am in the middle of a nice, relaxing game of pool. Once again...QUICK! Ross: Okay...Well, first of all, I havent seen you even near Chameleon, your partner, this past week and a half before your match. Are you sure that, no matter how good you two are in singles competition, can you function well as a team? Alan: Ross, you nimrod, the reason you havent seen Chameleon and myself training together is because we trained IN PRIVATE. Which is something that it seems NOBODY does in this federation. We have been practicing early in the mornings, getting our techniques down, our double teaming down, and everything down, and we really did not need the media there, so that is why. Ross: Where is he now? Alan: Well, remember when I appeared on PWI Weekly and he was looking for some rubber pants? Ross: Yeah..So? Alan:(Chuckling) So, hes out today getting just the right shoes for the occasion. Maybe even a mask...I dont know why, and I dont even ask. All I know is that the guy can fight. In another federation, I had to face him to defend a title, and he took me to the limit. Hes a helluva wrestler, a great guy, and a pretty good singer..He and my friends jammed last week, and I was very impressed. So, we are ready, Ross, and thats all you have to know.. Ross: Any thoughts on the World Championship match? Alan: If I give you newshound a bone, will you leave my house? Ross: Well...I guesss... Alan: Okay....Well, Russell is going into this thing with quite a bit of momentum, so I think he will emerge victorious... Ross: Is that prediction based on the fact that Russell.. Alan:(Quite impatiently) Okay, thats it Ross...Here it is, Plain and simply...All I am concentrating on is MY MATCH. OKAY? So, with that..I bid you, and the NACW report a fond adieu! (With that, Alan palms the camera, which goes to static.) == BACK TO TOP == JAGUAR (the camera opens in an abandoned warehouse. there is broken glass and metal scattered all over the place. jaguar is siting on a chair and he looks at the camera guy) jaguar: well what brings you here? camera guy: I'd like to ask you a couple of questions about what you think your future will be in the nacw. jaguar: ok so shoot. camera guy: so. how would you describe yourself? jaguar: in my eyes I'm the most hard-core wrestler around. I'd like to better my skills in this federation. camera guy: any major plans as to winning titles? (jaguar smiles at the thought) jaguar: of course I want to win titles. I also want to test myself against the best wrestlers in this federation. so I am making a challenge to anyone for the ppv on march 13. it doesn't matter who. I'll fight anyone. camera guy: so your challenging anyone right? jaguar: damn right! (the camera fades out) == == INSANE WAYNE The Continuing saga of Insane Wayne and his toys......... Scene - Insane Wayne is in his room at the Meadowood Hospital, A Place For People With Special Needs. On the bed, lays the Little Doll. On the windowsill, is the baseball, with a smiley face. And on the floor, is the bag with Insane Wayne's protector. Insane Wayne is standing, looking at the doll. Insane Wayne - What? I already did that. I think I have had enough training for today. Little Doll{*note - For those who don't know, only Wayne can hear the doll} - Do it! I want you to do 100 more jumping jacks. Insane Wayne - I told you, I already did one hundred. I need to do something else. I have things to do. Little Doll - What are you going to do? You are stuck in this room. What, are you going to go over in the corner, and jerk off again? Insane Wayne - What? I don't do that. Stop making those stories up! Little Doll - Sure, you just read them magazines for the articles. Insane Wayne - SHUT UP!! Little Doll - You are KING Masturbator! Insane Wayne - That's it. You asked for it. Now you will get it. Hmmmmmm. Umba umba. Hmmmmmm. Chubba chubba. Hmmmmm. Meka meka. Awake, awake. Hmmmmmmm. Little Doll - NO! NO! NO! Insane Wayne - HAHAHAHA Big Green Scary Monster, get HIM!! {Insane Wayne pulls the Toy Godzilla out of the bag, and throws him onto the Little Doll} Big Green Scary Monster - ROOAARR!!!! Little Doll - AHHH!!! Insane Wayne - HAHAHAHAHA!! Big Green Scary Monster - ROOAARR!!!! Insane Wayne - Now, I am done training. I have trained enough today. I have trained the hardest anyone named Insane Wayne has ever trained. I am ready. I AM IN THE ZONE!!! Little Doll - The Masturbation Zone!! Big Green Scary Monster - ROOAARR!!!! Insane Wayne - HAHAHAHA!!!! It's time that Insane Wayne defends his title. Insane Wayne say's that Insane Wayne is going to win. Insane Wayne say's that Insane Wayne is going to put the Scottish Monster in the Insane People's Str8 Jacket. Insane Wayne say's............. Little Doll - It's time to get some lotion!!!! Big Green Scary Monster - ROOAARR!!!! Insane Wayne - Because Insane Wayne is the best there is, the best there was, and the best....... Little Doll - Masturbator in the world. Insane Wayne - OK THAT'S IT!! {Insane Wayne grabs Duct Tape, and wraps it around the Little Doll's head} That should do it. Little Doll - Ummmph phump frummp. Insane Wayne - In closing, I would like to say. Seven years and four scores ago, I had a dream. Not your usual dream, but my dream. It showed Insae Wayne standing in the rain, without an umbrella. Why, BECAUSE THAT DAMN OLD LADY STOLE MY UMBRELLA! But, I saw something. It was a bird. And the bird said, if you feed me, I will grow. So, I grabbed the bird, and broke it's neck. Then I cooked it, and ate it. What does all this mean. I don't know. II think it means that I had a dream. I think I must of ate something bad. But I do know this. I am going to win this weekend. Why, because I am Insane Wayne. And Insane Wayne said so. If you hear, er, er, er, er. What the Doll. Is saying! == BACK TO TOP == THE FLYING SCOTSMAN [The Flying Scotsman is shown running into a cab. He dives in, sitting beside the cab driver] Driver: "Ah sorry-a sir-a, you must-a sit at the back-a." Scotsman: "DRIVE HENRY DRIVE!" Driver: "Sorry sir-a, my name-a is not-a Henry-a." Scotsman: "FINE! DRIVE BILLY DRIVE!' [The driver shakes his head, then starts driving] Scotsman: "FASTER DRIVER, FASTER!" Driver: "Where-a we going anyway sir?" Scotsman: "Paris. No, not Paris. Thats in France. Moron. We're going to...San Francisco. No wait...look, just drive. Wherever you want. The best place for hookers. I need some hookers damnit." Driver: "Male-a, or female-a, sir?" Scotsman: "Both. No wait, neither. Well, a little of both. And some animals too if possible." Driver: "So you into bestia..." Scotsman: "Damnit stop talking, so I can do my damn interview." Driver: "Sorry sah." Scotsman: "Now..first of, Big O. You think that..." Driver: "Ah sir...ah...who-a you-a talking to-a?" Scotsman: "The wall Holmes, the wall." [Driver shakes his head again, and keeps driving.] Scotsman: "Big O, you say I don't have a goal. Son, I have more goals than you have holes. Tell you what. You count your holes, then I'll count my goals, and we'll compare." "And don't talk about sled dogs to me. I'm not Jamaican, I don't know about sled dogs, and hockey, and pot, and cheese, and whatever hell else you damn Jamaicans get up to." Driver: "Sir...ah I think he is Canadia.." Scotsman: "DAMNIT JACK, I AIN'T PAYING YOU TO TALK. SHUT UP, DRIVE, AND SHUT UP, AND DRIVE. AND SHUT UP." Driver: "Very good sir-a." Scotsman: "Now as for striking what I fancy, I don't do that. I fancy striking Bill Gates. Do you see me striking him? NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" [Scotsman then thinks for a second] "Driver...take me to MICROSOFT HQ! I HAVE A MEETING WITH BILL GATES." Driver: "Very good sir." Scotsman: "And stop off at a store that sells baseball bats." Driver: "Okay sir." Scotsman: "Now its getting close to Ultimate Jeapordy II. It'll be me, and Antonio Pancakes-blow in the ring. Together. Like brothers. Brothers that beat the crap out of each other anyway." "I tell you what. If you beat me, I'll make you some cake. And if I beat you, you have to make me some cookies. Got that?" "They have to be chocolate chip. DRIVER! STOP AT THE NEAREST STORE AND GET ME SOME CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!!!!!!" Driver: "Very-a good sir." Scotsman: "Now onto last nights house show. I teamed with Jeremy Rhodes....and we won. I think thats obvious. So put 2 + 2 together, and you understand where I'm coming from." "Basically, way I see it, me and Jeremy are officialy tag team champions." "So I'm issuing a challenge. For both of us. If Jeremy disagrees, ignore him. His mom just doesn't let him fight." "Any team with the balls to mess with the Scotsman and the Rhodesman, we're waiting for you. Give us ANYONE damnit, so we can finally become tag team champions. Its been our dream. Ever since we teamed in the NACW, all those hours ago, thats all we've thought about." "MAKE IT HAPPEN." "And to clear something up. I didn't HOLD Antonio's leg. I was trying to PUSH him in the ring. Hes just so damn heavy, that I had to PULL him out of the ring, because thats how gravity works." "Honest." "Oh...Pancakes-Ho, thats me got 2 wins in a row now. I got me a winning streak too. So our match is the battle of the winning streak. Cute, huh?" [Taxi driver drives up to a store and stops the cab] Driver: "I'll be-a right-a back, sir." [Driver goes out to get the choc chip cookies] [Scotsman jumps into the drivers side, and turns the key, turning the engine on.] Scotsman: "I'm going home to Las Vegas, Marrrrrrrrrry!" [Scots drives off] == == "THE LOBO" JEREMY RHODES [Fade in. We are at the backstage area of last night's house show. Most of the wrestlers have left, but not one certain wrestler. He's wearing a black KoRn shirt and a blue, gray, and red striped skirt. His long reddish-brown hair is flowing freely. That man is "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes. He looks up for a second, and suddenly, grabs his hair and throws himself headfirst into a wall. He grabs a fire extinguisher and sprays himself in the face a couple of times, and then stumbles into the arena, where the crew is working on taking down the ring, but they are working rather slowly. A few of the boards have been taken out from underneath the ring. Rhodes gets up onto the top rope, but a worker attempts to stop him] Worker: Jeremy, Jeremy! Have you lost your mind? Get down from there! What are you doing? "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes: I'm kicking my own ass! Can't you tell? I gotta prepare for my match with Darkfire, so I'm beating myself up! [Rhodes moonsaults right off the turnbuckle and lands on the canvas, caving in a portion] Worker: Dammit, look what you did! Coats is gonna have my head on a plate for this! [Rhodes gets up from the hole, with a grin on his face] Rhodes: Just tell old Shawnsie that I'm the one who did it, that'll be fine. Worker: You are nuts, you know that? First, you get into a chairshot war with your own tag team partner, that's fine. However, doing moonsaults off the ropes onto a ring with nearly no support? That's nuts. Rhodes: You think that's crazy? Just watch this... [Rhodes runs and leaps onto the worker, slamming several hard right punches into the worker's jaw. Afterwards, he starts ramming the poor guy's head into the concrete floor, yelling and screaming at him all the way. As Rhodes gets up off of the worker, he returns backstage, and then he goes into a parking lot] Rhodes: Darkfire, you think you've got a chance, buddy? I'm out here kicking my own ass, and I'm not having any problems with it, then how are you going to put me away? After all, if I'm crazy enough to go on top of a van, jump up, and land on the windshield, what do you think I'll do to you? What's that, you say? I haven't done that yet? Just watch this! [Rhodes climbs up onto a van. He jumps on the van a few times, walks over to the side, and leaps, turning on his side, and crashing right onto the windshield, breaking the glass completely. As Rhodes climbs out of the front seat, the left side of his body bloodied, he begins to speak] Rhodes: Darkfire...this may be the shortest of my interviews to date, but you can rest assured...I'm ready for you, and I'm ready for a fight. I just hope you're ready for me. [Rhodes looks down at the cuts on his body] Rhodes: Damn. I've got to get some stitches now. Fuck. Wait, I can get some superglue! Yeah, that'll work! [Fadeout] == BACK TO TOP == DAVE BEAN [Scene: Inside a large, empty arena. It's in the evening, with a cold breeze flowing throughout the arena, which stands dark and lonely. The ring, with a blue matress, red ropes, and regular steel posts at the corners, stands with several spotlights pointing directly on it. The seats, all twenty-thousand of them, stand cold and empty, each one centering on to the main attraction of the arena, the ring. Inside the ring, a man can be seen slouched in the corner, his back leaning up against the lowest turnbuckle, legs sprawled out in the corner.] [The man, is wearing a pair of rugged, dark blue, and baggy jeans, while sporting a pair of brown, shiny Lugz boots. His t-shirt, which is tucked into his blue jeans, is tightened to his body, reading "NACW GETZ2XTREME", with a logo for "Ultimate Jeopardy II" seen in small print on the bottom of the t-shirt. His hair, dirty blonde, his waiving to the side, parted down the middle, stopping at the top of his ears. His goatee, brown haired, seems to have been previously shaved. The man is easily recognized as Dave "too Extreme" Bean, a man who as recently been involved in many things of the NACW. He begins to speak, of his mind and intentions....] DAVE BEAN - Well...were not to far away now boys. I've only been here for a good two weeks, maybe three, and I'm already anticipating Ultimate Jeopardy, which could prove to be one of the biggest events in wrestling history. Not only do I get a chance to take aggression out on the good ol' Texas Cowboy, Ban X, but I get to go after fourteen other "Rookies", and I'm seriously.....seriously, going to take as much advantage as I can, to prove myself, that I'm not a joke...I'm not just a hoax, and that the NACW signed me to a multi-year contract for one hell of a good reason. I'm Dave "too Extreme" Bean..... That name is honored..... I mean, that name means alot in the world of professional wrestling, the world of extreme and hardcore wrestling, the independant promotions, the world promotions, the entertainement industry....Dave "too Extreme" Bean.....the name means business, success, pain, sweat, tears...It means money. And come this March 13th, not only am I taking over Seattle...not only am I taking over Washington....I'm taking over the World. This is the era of Dave Bean, this is his time. And who stands in my way? Let's take a look, take a look at the soon to be....victims....of Dave Bean. [Dave sits up a bit, and scoots back, so he now rests against the middle turnbuckle, whiping his mouth, and then returning to speaking.] DAVE BEAN - First of all....we got Lost Metal. I've heard from him.... He seems, as well, to be determined to take this thing. He knows what he wants, hell, he can already taste it. But that right there...his cockiness, is going to get him dealt with, he'll be gone sooner then ice cream in the Navarian Desert. Next...we got ourselves...Dream....well, to put in a quick, and determined way, this guy _WILL_ be _DREAMING_, if he gots one thought, no, one half of a thought to coming CLOSE to winning. He aint got a chance, not against me, not against anybody. Okay, okay...let's not forget about my dogg, Doug Divine. Okay, I got respect for the man, but he's gotta holler at us. I mean, I've heard that he is having some personal problems, but that is no reason for him to just lay low, and then try to come at us. "Biggie", your a good man, your a tough man, but you need more then that, to get past us, the forces of the NACW, the force of Dave Bean. Who else? Blottie...This guy has skill, this guy has a future. But if he tries to step into my way, if he tries to take one damn ounce of the glory come the thirt-teenth, then we WILL have some problems, some EXTREMELY big problems. Blottie, you can talk the talk, hell, you may even be able to walk the walk, but I said the talk, I started the walk...I'm nothing you have ever been through, so prepare for a real man, prepare for one hell of a test. Josh Walters...original name, original game. He has too big of a chance of getting the crap getting kicked out of him in the ring come Jeopardy. I mean, Ban X, and Blottie already want a Triple Threat match, so I see them carrying that out in the ring. I also, plan on getting into that. Big-O......and Shock.....Well, Big-O, first of all we got big problems, that we'll be settled in the ring come Ultimate Jeopardy. You got one god damn lucky move over me, at a recent house show, and got the pin. For that...you'll pay...Shock...the name, is enough to make me mad. There are too many boys, not men, boys who are trying to make it, and your just another.....Not here, not now, Shock, my advice to you, dont show up in the ring.... I know there are a couple others, but to tell you the truth, I dont got time to waste, just letting everyone know how bad these guys are, how much respect I got for them, or whatever. There is only one guy that I care about right now...a guy that I cant wait... _CANT WAIT!_.... [Bean now pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes, and climbs the second turnbuckle...sitting on the top...looking with a glare of hate...] DAVE BEAN - Ban X.....your lucky, just plain lucky that I am going to split my attention waves, between over ten other men....but trust me, when the time comes, your on the list, you top the list, and you make the list...your going down. One way or another....you _WILL_ pay, pay the price of messing with the "Extreme" one, of the NACW....BAN X... ARE YOU READY TO GET EXTREME!?!?! [Bean lowers his head, with a grimicing look on his face, as everything fades away....will Bean stretch his limits to win the Rookie Rumble? Or will he go all out, let his fireceness out on Ban X, and forget about his dignity? Be sure to tune in on March 13th, Ultimate Jeopardy II!!!!] BACK TO TOP

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