N.A.C.W.

DISTRIBUTOR
Justin Russell

COMMISIONER
Shawn Coats

WIRE INDEX... #1: Mark McCalous #2: Antonio Castillo and Joe Vaccaro #3: Obediah #4: Shaun McWhirter #5: Brian J. Blottie #6: Big O #7: Darkfire *BREAKING NEWS #8: Shock #9: The Revenger, Blood Boy, and Red Leaf #10: The Flying Scotsman #11: Ian Bradley == == MARK McCALOUS Mark McCalous is standing in a reather large room that is completely empty except for floor to celing mirrors. He is looking at his body in various poses when his valet Teddy Bear shows up. "Those people from the wrestling news are here hun. They want a few minuets of your time." "Whatever, as long as they don't interfere with my workout." A camera crew comes into the room and starts to set up their equipment. "My name is Eric Flair and I represent E-News. I would like to ask you a few questions. First What is your name?" "My name is Mark McCalous and I am the greatest looking wrestler alive today. My body is perfect and nothing can compare. There isn't a wrestler as perfect in every way as I am. There also isn't a wrestler here that will dare to challenge me to a match and as such I am making a warrning to all the wrestlers here. Beware the Calous Drop. Now that is all as you are interfering with my workout." == BACK TO TOP == ANTONIO CASTILLO AND JOE VACCARO Antonio: Well, lets get down to business here. First off, once again I promised that I would beat the living hell out of Mikey Scabster. That piece of trash got his ass whooped but good. Then I find out I'm paired against Jason Deegan at Ultimate Jeopardy. So instead of making public appearences, I lock myself away and train my ass off for this match with a wrestling legend. But that chicken sh*t retires for no reason. Well, that just fine with me you coward. I know and you know that you are scared of the Rock. Deegan, you got me the last time, but I was gonna give you the same payback that I gave Cabby. I didnt expect you to skip town on me though. Looks like the old man has lost his guts. Now I paired with.... um... damn it who am I fighting? Joe: I think its the Falling Irishmen or something? I dont know. All I know it was the wuss that was grabbing your foot the other night. Antonio: Oh him. So Irish boy, you thought you got the best of me the other night by grabbing my foot. Heh, son, you've got yourself into a big heap or trouble. Son, you're nothing. The NACW is using you as a jobber because one of their stars got the jitters and retired. The only reason you're even at the pay per view is because of the ratings. Not because of you, but because bloody Irishmen laying flat on their backs really brings in the ratings and that is exactly what you;re gonna be. [Crowd cheers and Antonio turns the mic over to Joe.] Joe: But that's not all that's gonna make Ultimate Jeopardy a pay per view to remember, but the rookie rumble also. The Loose Cannon up against some of the tough young stars in the game. Looks like I'm gonna have to show the world that I am the best wrestler in the world. The only man I think that I might have a slight bit of trouble with is Ink Blottie. He's got one hell of a big mouth, now its time to see if he can back it up. Boys, jsut because I'm new in the NACW doesnt mean that the Loose Cannon hasnt been around the block a time or two. NACW, prepare to be amazed. [Joe turns the mic back to Antonio.] Antonio: Irishmon, I heard that you powerbombed a manager because he called you Antonio? Well, I have to give ya credit for that. Any moron that gets a legend like myself confused with a loser like you deserves to be powerbombed. But, it seems like that's the only kind of person you can take. I mean, you dont really expect to beat me do ya? You dont really think a jobber like yourself will be able to stand up to the punishment that I can dish out. Do you really think that you're gonna survive an encounter with the New Italian Connection? I dont think so!!! Irish, you are going down buddy, and you are going down hard. Dont worry, the NACW has a good medical insurance policy. They'll take care of ya, after I take you out. [Crowd cheers and once again Antonio gives the mic back to Joe.] Joe: Antoino, Irish is going down and I'm gonna be right there at ringside with ya. And I know you're gonna be at ringside with me as I take out the rest of the rookie class. Baby the Italian Connection is going to rule the NACW. Tony, the gold is ours baby the gold is ours. Aint nobody gonna get in our way!!! NACW step aside because we are takin over!!! [The New Italian Connection's music plays and the two walk back up the ramp and backstage. The camera follows the two. Joe enters the dressing room, but Antonio is stopped by a reporter for PWI.] Reporter: Antonio, can I get a word for PWI??? Antonio: Yeah, but make it quick. Reporter: Antonio, just a few minutes ago you made reference to the sudden and unexpected retirement of Jason Deegan, you also made some rude comments about him, can I ask why? Antonio: Now dont get me wrong, I have alot of respect for Deegan, but its not like him to step down from a fight. I have a feeling in my gut that he really didnt want to face me. If it was because of what I did to Cabster as a payback had anything to do with it I dont know. But right now, as far as I'm concerned Deegan is a coward. Reporter: A coward? You're calling one of wrestling's greatest stars a coward? Antonio: Yeah, I'm calling him a coward. If that piece of trash wasnt a chicken, he would not have left without any notice or press conference. If he had any guts he wouldnt have skipped town on us. Repoter: Well, what about the Flying Scotsman? Do you think that he will give you any trouble at Ultimate Jeopardy II? Antonio: Before I answer that question, I would like to apologize to any Irishmen that I offended when I called the Scotsman, Irish. I do feel sorry for the Scots though. Anyone would be ashamed to have him in their culture. Well, I think Scotty is nothing. He's only a jobber sent up to fill the spot of Deegan. One thing is for sure though. Scotty will live up to his name. He'll be flying all over the ring courtesy of Antonio Castillo. Scots, I'm gonna kick your ass and there aint gonna be two way about it. Your ass is mine and I'm gonna beat you until you can no longer stand, hit ya with the Big Hit or slap on the Dirt Nap and that'll be it. Your sorry ass will be finished. Now if you'll excuse me. That is all the time I have for ya, step aside. [Antonio walks past the reporter and into the dressing room. Screen fades out.] == BACK TO TOP == OBEDIAH [the camara shows a country road cruving by as the camara man pans to the shoulder. Ahead of the car is a black buggy being drawn by an old gray plow horse. The car pulls up to the buggy at focuses on the inside. Sitting in hte buggy is Obediah, and a man dressed in a gray suit. The other man appears to be in his late 60,s.] Camera man: Obediah, I was sent to get a final interview from you before Ultimate Jepordy II, but you were not at the farm. Obediah: Of course, I have to make it to the show in time. Camera man: The show is in three days. Obediah: Just enoough time for Ol' Jed here to get us there. Camera man. Oh, I understand. You are driving this ... thing to the ppv. I have a few questions for you. First, who is this man with you? Obediah: He is my trainer. His name is Johnathan. Johnathan: I used to wreastle a little about 25 years ago. I was reading the paper one morning looking for a job when I came across an add asking for a wreastling trainer. Well, I thoought that I was lucky so I answered it. Obediah: I had to explain to this man what the Lord has called me to do. He agreed to help me. Camera man: What do you have to say in regaurds to the comment made by BigO? Obediah: I do not belive that he knows what hard work is. He has never worked the soil with only his hands and the tools God has given us. To Big O I give this warning: Beware that thou do not bring down the wrath of the Almighty. Thou hast angered Him with thine drinking, and immoral acts with thine partner Runs-With-The Pack. The hand of God shall surly be thine fate if thou fail to repent. Camera Man: Have you seen the latest interview with Josh Walters? Obediah: I have not. Camera man: Well, he said some inapropriate things about your mother. He said that you shoulden't bring your crusade into NACW just becasue your mother got drunk, and impregnated by a wreastler. [Johnathan suppersses a chuckle, as Obedia rains in Jed ad stares at the camera with eyes set ablaze with rage, and a touch insanity] Obediah: The man named Josh Walters will surly feel the hand of God for speaking such blasphme aginst my mother. The Lords vengance will be swift upon thou Josh. Your pain, and agony will last a thousand years. The almighty God of Abraham shall sweep down upon thou and crush you. Ii His sevant shall beH wis weapon. No one shall stand in the way of the Lords wrath. The SODodimites sha be burned once again by the Lord God of Moses. A warning to thou Josh Walters. When you are in the ring during the Rookie Rumble beware that I, The hand of God does not come out to thou, and crush thou for the thou hast angered the Lord. If any of thine companions dares to attempt to protect you from the wrath of the Lord they too shall Be placed in the hand of God and crushed. Johnathan: Calm down. You don't have a match at this ppv. This is just all a part of the show, like I warned you about. Camara man: What do you think of hte new wrestler, the Crussin' Russian? Obediah: I belive he should learn how to read English. I am not in the Rookie Rumble. let this be a warning to him. If thou stands in the way of the hand of God Thou shall also feel The wrath of the Almighty. Camara man: and what about Jaguar. He seems to think he can take any one in the NACW. Obediah: He has fell victim to the sin of self worship. He needs a lesson taught to him. If thou wants to fight some one, then I accept. The Lord shall teach thou a harsh lesson in humility. Camara man: Any final words before I go to my next interview? Obediah: A warning the the man named Sir-smokes-alot. Thou shall feel the Hand of God for thine trangressions. == BACK TO TOP == SHAUN McWHIRTER [Fade in: Buzzard Billy's in Waco, Texas. Sitting at a table by himself, Shaun "The Scottish Monster" McWhirter is enjoying a double scotch, listening to the house band, and waiting for his order to arrive. No sooner than the camera man gets near, than a waiter comes carrying a sizzling plate of fajitas, which he sets down in front of Shaun. McWhirter offers to buy the camera operator a drink, which he accepts, and orders a simple Budweiser. Shaun takes a bite of the fajitas, and lets out a string of make-a-sailor-blush cusswords about it being to hot. He looks at the camera, and decides to let them cool while he talks about the upcoming event] "So, I have a lot to talk about, matters weighing heavily and not so heavily on the sharpest mind in professional (e-)wrestling today. Of course, I mean mine. Now, pressing matters first, I need to talk about the stupidest man in sports, Insane Wayne "Here we have the man who invented the gimmick of carrying around an inanimate object. [Al SnowBLOW has nothing on Wayne, according to what I heard -SM] He also tries to copy the worst mike operator on television. Tell me, that makes a bad combination right? Somehow, this cracksmoking dumbfuck grabs the US title, and proclaims himself a champ. I'll tell you here, right now, that Insayne Fucking-Wayne is no champion. Hell, I've seen him defend it maybe twice since I've been here. That's no champ. You have to defend it week in and week out, in case of the second rank titles. Be called a fighting champion. Take a few ball-shots, produce the legendary Nads-o'-Steel, beat me for the belt, and there ya go, we gots an honest to God champion. My point exactly in Billy Classon and soon to be, in my opinion, Justin Russell. I want the shot at Russell when he wins, and I know he's promised it to me after Soriano, but hell, what has Soriano done to deserve the shot before me? He's already had his, but this isn't the time to talk of the fat peoples like him. It's Wayne's time to hear the smack layed down on his bag-of-monkey-shit ass. Now, Wayne, I have my shot to take you out, and belive you me, I will take it to the extreme. I promise you your blood will be spilt upon the mats, and the belt will be soaked in it, when I claim it as mine after I get the much-longed for 1-2-3 after the ever lethal Scottish Hangover. That's all I have to say on the subject." [At that point, Shaun takes the opportunity to scarf down a quarter of his fajitas, and down close to two full double scotches. The camera guy gulps down a few Buds, the camera laid in the seat, then after a while it's brought back up and Shaun clears his throat, ready to talk again] "And so, with a little bit of food in my gut, I continue on to littler matters. Brian J Blottie, the True Living Prick. Yes, your name attracts people to take you on. And you are unwilling to step into the ring with me. A wise choice, by a stupid little wanna be. But, I will offer you an incentive. When, not if, I beat the shit out of Wayne and take the United States title away from him, I'll offer you a shot at the gold soon afterwards, as soon as the bookers see fit to put us together. Your name, the one you claim, is a sham, a falsehood, and a disgrace to the legendary names of Arn Anderson, Terry Funk, Killer Kawoski (or however ya say it), and the rest of that age. A damned newbie can't take the title without a single championship. Hell, I don't go around calling myself a legend, and infact hardly any of the ones that fans would call a legend do, except for SeaBiscuit, the one you seem to want to prove yourself to. I tell you this, once and for all. When I lay hands on you, I don't finish until I hear you screaming for the small mercy that God can give you, relent from the punishment my hands lay on you. I won't give up hounding you, just as a wolf never leaves the hunt of it's prey until one or the other is in the hands it's maker and destroyer. I guarantee you, I will have you writhing in pain until I see fit to let you live, to miserable crawl back to the rock you came from, with my permission. A final reiteration. I've set my sights, and you are dead center. Blottie, prepare yourself for the ultimate pain which I shall give you. Blottie shall become another ink blot in the wrestling record books of time. I say this, and it is true. "We come to one more person. A fellow who claims to share the same nation as I do, Scotland. I tell you, this maniac makes Wayne look the most level headed person on Earth. If one were female, I'm sure they'd enter marriage as soon as possible. I would request some type of hurtful match with the Flying Scotsman, soon. Even, mayhaps, a three way dance to the last man standing with me, Blottie, and Scottie? Coats, chew on that, as I go to chew on these decidedly delicious fajitas. Take a break, put ya feet up, and CHILL OUT!" [The good ol' FTB] == BACK TO TOP == BRIAN J. BLOTTIE *Scene opens in a graveyard. Walking through it is a single man. He walks solemnly, and then stops at a grave. He kneels before it and bows his head. The leather coat he wears glistens in the moonlight, and though all can be seen is his back, his slumped shoulders and slow walk shows that he is thinking negatively. The camera zooms in on the tombstone, which reads "Here lies James F. Blottie. Devoted father and loving husband. May he forever rest in peace". The camera zooms around and closes in on the face of "The True Living Legend" Brian J. Blottie, wearing dark sunglasses, though it is night. He begins to speak* Blottie: Well, I guess I'm finally making you happy. I'm rich, successful, and I kick the snot out of people as a side job. Hell, I'm happy. But it's not that fulfilling, special kind of happy that I feel when I give to people. When instead of taking away, I give back to the community... to the people that made me. I miss that... and I know that you hated that about me. You always called me soft. That if I wanted to be a REAL man, I needed to learn to kick ass and take names. I needed to learn how to look out for a- number one. And I have. For the past ten years, since you died, I have. I've tried to make you happy. But I was thinking about something. You were shot seven times. You died because you wouldn't get out of your god damn car when the guy told you to. And as I think about it, the only person that was soft in that situation was you. You sacrificed your life, your family, your future, for what? A piece of crap car and being able to say that you "didn't turn soft". But when you sacrificed everything, you did turn soft. I hated you for it. And now I've become that man I hate. *Blottie stands up. Looks down, and turns away. The camera follows him* Blottie: No more. I'm sick and tired of living life precariously on your expectations. I'm going to live my own damn life now. The way I want to live it. The way I should live it. *Blottie takes off his sunglasses and looks up. Tears stream down his face, and he addresses the camera itself for the first time* Blottie: For those that think I don't feel, look at me now. I am at my weakest point. The point in which my life has changed. I invited you, the NACW, to discover what I REALLY am like. I'm not a cold-hearted, selfish bastard. I'm human, just like any person that steps into that ring. And no matter how much confidence I walk into the Rookie Rumble with, no matter how much I feel I'm a legend, the chance of loss is there. But I've discovered something. Though I've seen nothing but victory thusfar, loss does not prove I am weak. It proves that I am human. I AM a legend. Whether it be in my own mind or in the mind of my opponents. But even legends lose. And I've come to accept that. My father taught me that loss was weak. That only the strong survive. But he always based strength from the physical aspect. I have found that the inner strength, the strength of the mind and of the heart, are much more powerful than any physical attribute I may have. These are the strengths I will bring into the Rookie Rumble. These are the strengths that will lead me to victory. *Blottie begins walking, and the camera follows, taping his every movement* Blottie: But there is one man I step into the ring with March 13th that will suffer more than the others. One man who has decided to step into MY business, into MY world and try to topple me from the top of my throne. Josh Walters is this man's name. Remember it well. For as I enter the Rumble, he will be my first target... and the first victim. Walters, you attacked me from behind and tried taking me out. Yet I fought back. I decided in that moment that you were weak. I HAD respect for you, but it fell away to the wayside when you decided the best way to confront me was from behind. And now you will see the inner strength consumated with physicality. You will see why I call myself "The TRUE Living Legend". *Blottie steps out of the cemetary, and walks towards a limo parked in the corner of the lot* Blottie: Do not worry about others in the Rumble, Walters. You are mine and mine alone. I will make sure of that. Only one of us will survive this Sunday. Whether it be you or me... that is for fate to decide. But I WILL show you that I am the best the NACW has to offer. In more ways than one. Until Sunday... the NACW is safe. But come Sunday, the Rookie Rumble will be the first place my skills will be shown to their truest potential. Walters may be the first, but he will certainly not be the last. After the Rumble... the NACW will NEVER be the same again. And I will finally achieve the title I so rightly deserve. "The TRUE Living Legend". Until Sunday... *Blottie walks past the limo, which takes off. He climbs into a brown duster, and starts it up. He puts back on the sunglasses behind the wheel, and drives, as the camera FADES TO BLACK* == BACK TO TOP == BIG O [The camera is trugging through the snow to a familiar looking log cabin in the woods of British Columbia. Outside the cabin Big O can be seen working out. He is wrestling with Runs-with-the-Pack. Big O appears to have the advantage, when suddenly Runs-with-the-Pack lifts him up and gorilla press slams him into a snowbank. Big O climbs out of the snowbank and is about to start wrestling again.] cameraman: Big O, can I have a few moments of your time. The fed would like one more interview before the big pay-per-view this weekend. Big O: Sure, I need a short break anyway. Runs-with-the-Pack, get me a beer, eh. You want one? cameraman: No thanks. Did you see the interviews from the past two days? Big O: Oh yah...Let me start by addressing the two new wrestlers to the fed, that Russian guy, and Jaguar. First of all, the Russian seems like a solid wrestler. He seems to know what he wants and how to get it. I'm looking forward to some stiff competition from a quality opponent like him. Then is the complete opposite, Jaguar. He seems like he doesn't have a clue, eh. cameraman: What about the lack of recent comments from two wrestlers that you've challenged, Mr. Blottie and Luke Bolean? Big O: Well, I figure that those two are probably attending some dog show or other high-class event and just can't make time for the NACW, eh. I still am waiting for a chance to get into the ring with them man-to-man, eh. I hope that I get a shot at them at this rumble match that Commisioner Pants set up for this week, but I'm not really used to this sort of thing, eh. All I know is that those two are tops on my list to take out. cameraman: Any comment on what Josh Walters or Dave Bean had to say about the match? Big O: I thought Walters' video of Lottie's greatest matches was very funny. Runs-with-the-Pack hasn't seen it yet, and I hope for Walters' sake that she never hears his comment about her. As for Dave Bean, he seems to be trying to extract some sort of revenge on me for my victory, eh. Well, I just want him to know that when he has his back turned to me because he is occupied by Ban X, then BAM, I'll eliminate him. cameraman: Is that a declaration of some sort of pact between you and Ban X? Big O: No, I just happen to like Ban X more than some of the other wrestlers there. He is a solid wrestler, who works hard to earn a living, and he seems like he is ready to go, eh. If I should happen to achieve one of my goals and help Ban X at the same time, then that is ok with me, eh. cameraman: What are your goals? Big O: You know, wrestle well, crush Lottie-Dottie, and show Fluky Clean that he should go back to hair cutting school. cameraman: Mr. Blottie, Ban X, and the S.O.D.s are the favorites in the upcoming Rookie Rumble, who do you predict to win the Rookie Rumble? Big O: I don't mind not being a favorite, because I know that I have the talent to win. But I don't have much experience in this style of match and there are several other good wrestlers. I know that I can beat any of these guys in a singles match, so why shouldn't I have as good a chance as everyone else, eh. cameraman: Do you have any other comments? Big O: Yaa, I accept the challenge offered by the Flying Scotsman and The Lobo to a tag team match. I am tired of watching them constantly attack hard-working blue collar people for no reason. These two have crossed the line and someone has to set them straight. I think I'm the man to do it, eh. cameraman: Who will your partner be? Big O: I don't have one as of yet, but I would be willing to tag with several different people in the NACW. I would work with Ban X, the Scotish Monster, the Russian, or maybe someone else. If Commisioner Pants can't find a partner for me, then I'll do it with Runs-with-the-Pack, eh. I don't care. All I know is that those two are a couple of crazie punks who need their asses whooped, eh. cameraman: Final comments Big O? Big O: I can't wait for the action this weekend. I've been training hard, don't ya know. I have several scores to settle, and I'm looking forward to getting into the ring. Commisioner Pants, I'm warning you that your best new talent better be prepared to weather the winter cause the Canadian Storm is comin', oh yaa, don't ya know, eh. == BACK TO TOP == DARKFIRE (The scene, is a dark cave whereabouts unknown. The Dark one is seen sitting in a thrown across from a tv. (go figure.... a cave with TV.. hey anything is possible). He picks up a remote and turns it off... It seems They have added me to a Match to ultimate jeopardy..... I knew they couldn't keep the Franchise from Wrestling, But against Rhodes, It's gonna be interesting. See Rhodes, they signed us to the match cause they knew the two of us against each other is a great match, But if you join "The Lost Souls", we can rule. Don't take this the wrong way, I am not afraid of you which is what most people will say this is. Mr. Rhodes, you are a strong wrestler, and a good one to, and even though you made snod remarks against me, I will over look them If you join the most dominating force in wrestling today. Think about it... (ftb) == BACK TO TOP == * BREAKING NEWS (Scene comes up on an average house hold, sitting watching tv.) Announcer: Sorry to interrupt your regularly scheduled programing, but this just in, NACW Phenom, Lord Darkfire was involved in a major accident on highway 75. The Hearse Driven by his bodyguard and chauffeur, Ash Fyredrake, lost control and slid into the back of a Semi truck. We will now take you to our reporter on seen, Danna Hollander. Danna. (camera fades to an outside scene, where snow is blowing, and emergency lights are flashing. A woman stands in front of the accident wearing a fur coat, and what seems to be isotoner gloves.) Danna: Thanks Bob, about 45 min ago the purple black and teal hearse you see behind mean, lost control, spun 180 degrees, and the rear end slammed into the side of this rig. The driver luckily escaped unharmed, but the passengers weren't so lucky. One Demona Darkfire, has already been taking to ST. Mercy hospital, with EMT reporting that of several broken ribs and a major concussion. The Other passenger, Douglas "Lord" Darkfire, is still trapped within the wreckage pinned under the truck. Preliminary reports state that he is unconscious, and the extent of his injuries are unknown. The only thing I have left to add Bob, is my prayers are with these individuals, and that God be with them and that they are all right. (flash back to the studio) Bob: Thank you Danna...you heard it folks. and we here at channel 6, ask you to please send your prayers out to these poor souls in there time of need. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. (fade to black) == BACK TO TOP == SHOCK [The camera fades in on a far shot of a table in an open cafeteria. There are several people at the table, and all the other tables are stacked away in the far corner. The camera goes closer in, towards the table. When it gets close enough, you can identify one of the men as Shock. Unsurprisingly, he's wearing a straigh jacket. Theres one reporter at the tabe, and four police officers. The reporter turns towards the camera, and he's wearing a neck brace.] Reporter: Hello again. I'm here again with Shock, and hopefully this time, we won't take that violent turn like the last time... [Shock is sleeping] Reporter: Ummm.... [One of the police officers kick Shock.] Shock: Huh? What? Are we under attack? [His eyes land on the reporter and then he looks at the cops.] Shock: Oh right. You guys jumped me and then said you wanted an interview. Nice tactics... Reporter: Sorry, but the last time I tried to get an interview from you, we got almost no answers to any of the questions, and decided that it would be fun to break my neck. Shock: Yeah yeah yeah, so what? Reporter: I'll ignore that, and we'll just continue on. Shock: Whatever. Reporter: So, Shock. The PPV is coming up pretty fast. Have you done any training? Shock: Does smashing you count? Reporter: No. Shock: Then no. Reporter: So you don't think you need to be in perfect shape for the PPV? Shock: Sure I do. It's just my outlook on life. I have this motto that I live by, and I stick by it. Reporter: And what would that motto be? Shock: That motto would be "I don't give a fuck." Reporter: So your saying that your a very laid back kind of guy? Shock: I guess. [The guards start to doze off.] Reporter: Excuse me sirs.... [They look up, apologize, then go to sleep] Reporter: Great... Shock: Why do you need them anyway? Reporter: To make sure you donďż˝t try anything. == BACK TO TOP == THE REVENGER, BLOOD BOY, AND RED LEAF [Scene opens with the Revenger, Blood Boy and Red Leaf at the local corner store. They are looking at things, but with no intentions of buying anything, which the cashier knows, but knowing they are wrestlers, he shuts up.] The Revenger: Hmmmm.... [Picks up a Playboy.] Blood Boy: How old are you? Red Leaf: Red Leaf like candy. The Revenger: Older enough; older than you. Blood Boy: Fine, but aren't you going to buy it. Red Leaf: Red Leaf like gum. The Revenger: No, I just want to see Sable. Blood Boy: Isn't that the point? Red Leaf: Red Leaf want to buy all this. [Red Leaf picks up a box of candy, gum, chocolate bars, wrestling magazines, about tweleve two litre pops and a birthday card.] Cashier: So the usual? [Camera goes back to the Revenger and Blood Boy] The Revenger: Look at this! Blood Boy: Woah. A bottle of water... I'd love to be that water. [Camera goes back to Red Leaf, who walks out carrying his box.] The Revenger: Who wouldn't? Should I buy this? Blood Boy: No, just download the pictures off the internet. The Revenger: Yeah. Good idea. Blood Boy: Unless you want to hang them on your wall. The Revenger: Well I've got that new Inkjet. Blood Boy: Oh yeah. The one your mom bought for you. The Revenger: My Mom didn't buy it for me. Blood Boy: Your Dad.... The Revenger: No, I saved up my birthday money. [Camera cuts to the Revenger and Blood Boy walking on the sidewalk. They see a discotheque that reads "Bubba's Hot Dogs."] Blood Boy: Isn't that an unusual name for a dance place? The Revenger: Well, if you know... Blood Boy: Hold on, I'll check this place out. [Blood Boy walks in as Revenger says "Don't!" and he doesn't see one female, or female looking person in the whole facility.] Blood Boy: I'm out [of here.] [Everyone cheers.] [Blood Boy quickly escapes.] The Revenger: That's a gay bar! Blood Boy: I didn't know that! The Revenger: Why do you think it was "Hot Dogs?" Blood Boy: Maybe they serve hot dogs? The Revenger: Who in the right mind serves hot dogs? Blood Boy: Bubba maybe. The Revenger: Ugh.... [Camera cuts to Revenger and Blood Boy walking along the sidewalk. Everyone is looking at them for wearing their wrestling attire outside.] [Camera cuts to Red Leaf with an empty box, and a ton of garbage and magazines all over the place.] [Camera once again cuts to the Revenger and Blood Boy, still walking on the sidewalk.] Blood Boy: This NACW.... The Revenger: Yes... Blood Boy: This NACW is pretty weird. Like who the hell are there... I don't even know... they're all no names and stuff. The Revenger: To us yeah, but to the rest of the NACW they probably aren't. Blood Boy: Oh yeah. Them. Forgot about them. (Laughs) The Revenger: And the fans. Blood Boy: Well them too. The Revenger: Yeah, we're new, we're the no names. Blood Boy: Well to the--.... The Revenger: Yes, to them. We're the no names. There isn't anyone there that's heard of us. Blood Boy: So? The Revenger: Oh yeah. So what? Haha.... Blood Boy: How about we just make fun of everyone in a desperate attempt to get over? The Revenger: If we weren't face. But this world needs faces... I mean we're obviously the only three faces--- Blood Boy: Three? The Revenger: Red Leaf. Blood Boy: Oh yeah. The Revenger: We're obviously the only three faces that matter in the NACW, if they know us or not. And if they love them other faces or not. Blood Boy: Wasn't it the NAWF? The Revenger: No, I'm pretty sure its the NACW. Blood Boy: Oh... Well how should I know? The Revenger: You were told it was the NACW. Blood Boy: Dammit. Ah, say you're line and then we can go to some strip club or something. The Revenger: Revenge is so bitterly sweet! [Scene fades to black.] == BACK TO TOP == THE FLYING SCOTSMAN [Scotsman is in a car with one of the NACW's referees. They're driving to Seattle, Washington for Ultimate Jeopardy II, on March 13th. The ref is driving. Scotsman is in a boozy sleep. He keeps waking up and talking jibberish...like now, for example.] Scotsman: "So heres the deal Melanie...you take that, and you bend over, and I'll stick it up there...and we'll just go back and..." Referee: "Scots! Scots! Wake up! You're mumbling again." [Ref shakes Scotsman, who wakes up] Scotsman: "Umph...sorry there Jack. Thing is, the slime..urgh I dunno. Can we stop at a rest stop? I need to take a dump." [Ref chuckles and nods] [They stop at a rest stop] [Scotsman goes into the bathroom. Theres some guy in there peeing.] Guy: "Nice skirt, faggot." Scotsman: "It isn't a skirt. Its a kilt. And I would have to be a homosexual, to be a faggot. As I am not a homosexual, I cannot be classed as a faggot. And that comment is rather homophobic anyway, don't you think?" Guy: "Fuck you bitch. I'll cut you in two." Scotsman: "Hey, I'm not paper. I'm a rock. Scissors can't cut rocks. Ha ha, I win. I win. Rock wins..Rock...wait a second...The Rock wins? But Antonio Castillo will NOT WIN DAMNIT!!! ARRGGHH" [Scotsman goes crazy...you can probably guess the results. The guy ends up unconscious, face in the toilet] Scotsman: "There, say it. The Rock didn't win. The Rock didn't win." [Guy mumbles something, at which point the liquid inside the urinal goes in his mouth, and he splutters] Scotsman: "Castillo, if you win, then this'll happen to you. I'll take you to this very rest stop, and we'll do this very thing." "And I'll make sure I take that dump before I put your head in the toilet." [Scotsman does a dance, then walks out of the bathroom, heading in the direction of the bar.] == BACK TO TOP == IAN BRADLEY ((The screen opens up to a airplane. Ian Bradley is sitting next to Rebecca Bradley, who is beginning to show her pregnancy a lot. Ian is staring our the window and he then suddenly turns to make a phone call. He asks if there are any NACW cameramen on the charter, and he grins. He calls one over and begins to speak.)) Ian Bradley: Well, since it's an NACW charter, I guess I can't get you fired, but I'm in the mood for an interview anyway. First off, Kevin Hall, where are you? I haven't heard from you in a week or two! It's liek I start talking, and you magically disappear. Oh well, guess you're too busy training, as you better be. Now, our match is growing closer and when I haven't been in the ring practicing, I've been training in a gym or in my own home. I'm in the best shape I've been in since before my match with Tragedy. My wounds have healed, my bones are no longer broken, and my musles are tone again after all that hopsital junk. ((Ian stares out the window for a second, and then kisses Rebecca. He turns back over and goes back to talking.)) IB: Now Hall, in a way now that I think about it, we hav emet before in the ring, if you think hard enough. At the Rumble, we rumbled for a little while, but that was nothing compared to what will happen at the Pay Per View. I've studied everything you've ever done in the original HWA, and here in NACW, but it wasn't enough for me. I even took some of your amateur tapes out of your college's library and studied them as well. You have always been on top of your game as I have seen. In every one of those tapes, you stood up strong and tall, never lettign your guard down. Thing is, in half of them, you lost anway! So, in that way, we are similar. ((Ian grabs the water on his tray table and drinks some. He then turns back and begins to speak more.)) IB: Four more days Hall. Four more days until UJII and I am ready. Last UJ I experienced was in GWC, and my luck was horrid. I lost, but that was when I was hard times. Hell, they were so bad, I don't even remember who I faced!! I was a drunken bum as I have stated many times before. it's not somehting I'm proud of, but I am different now, so I need not to worry anymore. Last time, I failed This time, I will come out on top. So, until Sunday, Hall, BITE ME AND FEEL THE.... B O M B ! ((Ian pushes the cameraman away as the screen fades to black.)) BACK TO TOP

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