#1: Bob Booreng

#2: Jaguar

#3: Ban X

#4: Bob Booreng

#5: Josh Walters

#6: Big O

#7: Rob Trainor

#8: Luke Bolean

#9: "Superstar" Shawn Coats

#10: Dudley Do Wrong

#11: Mr. Faith

#12: Obediah

#13: Insane Wayne

#14: The Crushin' Russian

#15: The Flying Scotsman

#16: The Revenger

#17: Blood Boy

#18: Red Leaf

BOB BOORENG

(Bob Booreng has wandered aimlessly around NACW headquarters. He finds a

news studio, complete with desk and cameras. He sneaks into the dressing

room and "borrows" a suit. Now properly groomed, he sits behind the

anchor desk. Bob convinces a few members of the crew, who have been

standing near by that he has been authorized by an executive to do as he

pleases. The apathetic crew members agree to film and produce a segment

for Bob.)

(Lights rise and cameras roll)

Booreng: Welcome to a Booreng moment. I would like to start off by…

Crew member: Did he say a boring moment?

Booreng: Excuse me, do not interrupt please. Let's start over… geez.

(Lights lower then rise and cameras roll)

Booreng: Welcome to a Booreng moment…

Crew member: Ok, I know he said boring that time.

Booreng: Pipe down back there or I shall silence thee! Now, lets try

this one more time.

(Lights lower, then rise AGAIN and cameras roll AGAIN)

Booreng: Welcome to a Booreng moment.

(Bob pauses, then glares at a crew member before resuming.)

Booreng: Let me begin by recapping all interviews done in NACW for the

previous week by some of the less talented vocal artists…

- NACW is the best fed there is all other federations suck.

- I will destroy everyone in NACW because everyone on earth except me is

a pussy.

- I am a very-very bad and or insane individual who should not be messed

with.

Some interviews did stray from the afore mentioned formula. Those

interviews involved specific instances of suck-insky. Very few if any of

the interviews were found to say much positive about the most important

thing in NACW, the fans. The fans were consistently left out or

criticized by wrestlers.

(Bob pauses for dramatic effect. He frowns and stares at the camera.)

Wrestlers that criticize fans are bad evil people. Fans are important

and vital to everything we do here at NACW.

(Bob now has a cheesy smile on his face.)

It is my intention to give the fans the recognition they deserve. I am a

big fan of fans… Umm that.. Well, you get the point. Just remember

cabbage is a vegetable and cats are not marsupials! That is all for the

Booreng moment.

(Lights fade.)

JAGUAR

(the camera opens in a parking lot. there are no cars in the parking lot.

then a black truck pulls up and stops. out comes jaguar and destiny)

camera man: Mr. jaguar can I ask you a few things?

jaguar: sure shoot.

camera man: first off. what do you have to say about your poor

performance at slam masters?

jaguar: well since you brought it up. I didn't win that's for sure. lost

metal got the best of me last night and I will from now on work on my

ability and begin to better my carrier. so I will just improve. I may not

be the most extreme man but I'm a damn extreme one at that.

camera man: OK. what about the rookie rumble next week?

jaguar: the rumble. my next chance to show my skills. I will try my best

and hopefully win. to all the rookies out there. I'd like to say this.

bee ready! I'm comin for you!

cameraman: thank you for your time Mr. jaguar.

jaguar: no problem any time..

(jaguar and destiny walk arm in arm in to the building near the parking

lot and the scene fades)

BAN X

<The scene opens at Ban X's house in Grapevine, Texas. He is sitting

down, eating Corn Flakes, reading the NACW roleplay wire...with almost a

serious look on his face. After a minute or two, he takes off his Cowboy

hat and begins to speak.>

Ban X: Whaddya know...it's the NACW camera crew. How they get in here? I

don't know. Maybe it's time I put up a security system in this here

house...then again, maybe it's not. They cost WAYYY too much. Security?

Hell, I've already had my darn truck stolen. If your Truck gets stolen in

Grapevine, let's jsut say you can't be safe ANYWHERE.

First off, and very, very, VERY most important...My biggest

congratulations go to Alan Soriano. That man single handled won the NACW

World Title, and now, we finally have a World Champion we can be proud

of. As for me coming for that title Soriano...just wait. Just wait. Right

now, I've got smaller, but in my eyes, bigger problems arising within

myself. That name happens to be "The Thing That Shouldn't Be" Lost Metal.

Lost Metal, ahh...you see, we go back a far time. MY GAWA Tag Team

Champion. You see, we did have all apologies aside, but after that little

Creeping Death Drop of yours, it's all aside. Metal, I respect you to a

certain extent, but you, like everybody else must realize the extent of

my words are not so much to discourage you, or to make me seem like the

bad guy. My words help me further my career, and if you are offended by

them, then by god, don't read this. It'll only infuriate you more. Are

you reading Big O?

Metal, you seemed to take out your *frustrations* out on myself after

having lost The Dream. If anybody shall be sad, it would be me, as he was

one of the biggest assets to my company. But if you feel that you need to

take out some anger on me, then by any means necessary, go ahead. This

Hardcore match should be fun on you, but shall be more fun on myself.

Recieving the pain or dishin' out the pain...either way, it's all in good

fun. Myself? Hardcore? You really would be surprised. An AIWF Hardcore

Title and an EHW Extreme Title may qualify myself as extreme, or X-Treme

as you prefer to call it. But whatever you qualify myself as, just make

sure you, like everybody else, don't underestimate the power of myself,

or my X Marks the Spot.

Metal, if you think I am a great wrestle & athlete, then I guess I must

take your word for it. Do I think I am? Personally? Heck no. I think I'm

nothing more than just a wrestler out there trying to earn a living. If

you, Coats, Russell, or anybody else out there think I'm great in any

way, shape, or form, then thnk what you want. Just remember that I don't

always share the same sentiments of myself. Crazy? Perhaps. But that's

just the way I was brought up. To be the best, you've got to work your

arse off 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There ain't no stopping. And as

of right now, there doesn't look to be any stopping for me.

People describe themselves. Hogan describes himself as "The Man who made

pro

wrestling what it is today." Zbysko calls himself "The Living Legend".

Austin describes himself as "The toughest S.O.B. in the wrestling

business today." You describe yourself as "High flying, deph defying, and

electrifying." Me? No thanks. I don't need any subtitles nor

descriptions. The only thing I ask is that you SEE IT MY WAY.

Lost, if you think however, for one second, that you can waltz in, do

some mumbo jumbo, and think you automatically can beat me, then my

friend, you seem to be gravely mistaken. You see, wether it be a Hardcore

match, a regular match, WHATEVER kind of match it may be, I don't take

anybody for granted. People take me for granted all the time. But that

kind of comes around each and every darn time to bite 'em where the sun

don't shine.

Lost Metal, you're right. We've neevr truly seen eye-to-eye. And we may

never will. But when you walked into my federation, you did what you did,

spray- painting and all, just remember of the man who let you try and

establish yourself in that federation. Your name, WILL, wether I like it

or not, go underneath one of the never-to-forget's of GAWA. Both because

of what you did inside the ring and outside the ring. GAWA, unlike

ANYTHING WCW or Flair says, is, or shall I say, was about traditional

wrestling. Gimmicks were hardly seen. Each and every week we produced a

WRESTLING SHOW. Nothing of talk, nothing of promos, or commercials. We

delivered each and every nite what some federations ONLY DREAM of

producing. But they don't know what they're doing. And for a while,

neither did I. Trust me, when I get all my paperwork back together, that

federation will be exactly what it was supposed to be about; Wrestling.

S.O.D., I had another stable before you that had *taken* over. Deep

Impact. Which later turned out to be the New World Order, except in a

MUCH shorter span of time. S.O.D. set them straight, yes, I will admit

that. But they didn't give up. And trust me, they will be what guides

GAWA into the new millenium.

Time to go now, as the last hour of WWF Raw Is War is on, and that's a

show, the only one besides NACW, that's actually worth watching. Later

y'all...

<The scene closes with Ban X putting away his dishes, and then takes the

NACW Roleplay Wire and walks off into the hallway as the screen fades to

black.>

BOB BOORENG

(Bob Booreng is in "the NACW executive's office".)

Booreng: Wow! I can't believe I am in the rookie rumble this week. This

is going to be sooo much fun.

Exec: hmm, oh how did you get in here? Yeah great, super, wonderful -

good for you blah blah blah…

Booreng: Thanks for all your help and support. I am getting ready to go

and give my first official interview. Any suggestions of what I should

say?

(Exec sits silently a moment continuing to check email on his computer.

Finally realizing the Bob is going to leave.)

Exec: Fans like catchphrases - catchphrases and nicknames.

(Exec returns to email, silently praying that Bob will soon leave.)

Booreng: Ok, thanks.

(Booreng gets up and leaves. He walks through the building attempting to

find a camera crew. Eventually he finds a crew with nothing better to

do. They agree to interview Bob.)

( - Lights rise… - )

CaremaMan: Bob Brooding you are in the…

Booreng: The name is Booreng, not Brooding.

CaremaMan: Okay, Bob Bonding you are in the…

Booreng: Say it with me, B-o-o-r-e-n-g.

CaremaMan: Bob you are in this Sunday's Rookie Rumble. How do you feel

about that?

Booreng: Ohhh… I almost forgot. Please refer to me by my nickname.

CaremaMan: Oh for the love of… What is your nickname?

Booreng: Well, funny you should ask. Fans seem to like climate oriented

names - so from now on please refer to me as Bob "Chilly Pebbles"

Booreng.

CaremaMan: Well "Chilly Pebbles" who do you think is going win the rookie

rumble?

Booreng: I am not a bettin' man. But, I did just this morning phone a

rather hefty wager in to Las Vegas. I bet twenty bucks on that Russian

guy. He is big mean and scary. I saw him backstage last week - big mean

guy.

CaremaMan: So you actually are betting on the competition?

Booreng: Well, obviously I think I would win, but good guys are modest.

I want to be a good guy. That coupled with Revenger, Red Turd, and Blood

Boy are probably going to jump me. Those guys are pure evil. They do

bad things to farm animals. Did you see that thing they did to the

puppy?

CaremaMan: It was a rat.

Booreng: Bad people hurt puppies. They must be punished.

CaremaMan: So you are betting on the Russian and can't tell the

difference between a puppy and a rat… Any final comments?

Booreng: Revenger - The Bob says you're gonna pay the toll! The Bob

says Revenger is going to fall at the hands of "the flying burrito"! If

you can see what the Bob is getting at? The Bob is the most galvanizing

guy in sports-internetment. And that is the final word cuz "Chilly

Peebles" says so…

(lights fade)

JOSH WALTERS

<<The scene opens to a small gym on a deserted road. A car speeds up to

the gym and a NACW camera man jumps out and heads inside. The scene

melts to the inside of the gym which is dank and musty. A small

make-shift ring is in the gym where two people are grappling with each

other. The camera makes its way closer to the ring and Intensity Josh

Walters is seen putting on some submission moves on the other grappler

who appears to be helpless. The camera man reaches out a hand and taps

Walters. Walters looks over and acknowledges the camera man and lets the

man go. Walters steps down through the ropes and looks at the camera.>>

Camera man: Hello Mr. Walters. I have been sent to get some words from

you.

Walters: Well that is good because I have some things to say.

Camera man: I assume you saw Lost Metal's interview. I was wondering

what your take is on that whole situation?

Walters: Dream, my thoughts are with you and I hope you get better and

are able to return as soon as possible. However, since you are gone I am

going to have to step my role in the S.O.D. That's right I am not

leaving because I am too hard working and honest to cut out on Lost Metal

at a time like this. Lost Metal, I am here for you. You are steeped in

tradition and I want to become a part of that. I feel with you and me

working together we will be unstoppable. If you ever need a partner or

just someone to watch your back I will be there. The fact is many people

have tryed to get me to leave the S.O.D. True, maybe it was not a good

choice. I haven't been noticed by anyone and I still am not ranked.

Hell, even punk asses like Obediah are ranked but that is a whole other

subject. Anyway, Lost Metal I am here for you and I will always be here

for you. Whether you need me to watch your back in singles competition or

if you want to take a run at tag-team competition I am there for you.

Now enough about that. What else do you have?

Camera man: Well you have an upcoming match against a foe that no one

seems to know about, Rob Trainor. What is your take on him?

Walters: Hey, your guess is as good as mine. It seems to me that maybe

Coats thinks he owes this guy something for the mix-up and saw my name

and decided to put him up against me to give him an easy win. Well Coats

your plan is going to backfire. First of all no one has even heard from

Rob Trainor. Does anyone even know if he is still alive? Secondly, Rob

Trainor doesn't know what Intensity is about. No one in the NACW, save

Lost Metal, knows what Intensity is about. Rob Trainor will feel the

Walt Assault on Sunday and no one will ever here from him again. He is

the first stepping stone on my way to gold and I can't wait to start

bashing some heads.

Camera man: What are your feelings on the Hardcore Tournament?

Walters: Well, I was unhappy to see that I had been left off of the list

of competitors but I guess Coats doesn't want too much of a challenge.

The fact is I am willing to step in in Jeremy Rhodes place and fight The

Flying Scotsman and then in the same night fight Rob Trainor. I of

course would come away with two wins but Coats doesn't want me to

threaten his chances. The only way I would step in is with Jeremy Rhodes'

blessing of course. So Rhodes if you are listening give the people want

the want and let Coats know. If it doesn't happen let me send a warning

out to whoever wins, that belt will be mine and I want the winner as soon

as is humanly possible. Make a note of that Coats. Anything else?

Camera man: Those were some strong words from someone that no one seems

to care about. What are you planning for Rob Trainor any new moves?

Walters: Well, I can tell you have never been a wrestler before.

Wrestlers are always practicing new moves and perfecting the arsenal they

already have. Yes I am working on some new moves but if you think that I

am going to tell you what they are you are as crazy as Insane Wayne, no

offense Wayne. The fact is Trainor will see and feel everything I have

in my arsenal. Come on come all to see the amazing Intensity Josh

Walters and his feats of amazing wrestling! Maybe Trainor should start

hanging out with Mr. Faith or Obediah.

Camera man: Why is that?

Walters: Well, I figure he is going to need the help of as many gods as

he can get and that seems the best place to start.

Camera man: Is there anything else you would like to say?

Walters: Well, now that you mention it there has been one guy who has

gotten on my nerves as of late. I think most of my fans will no who I

mean. That man is Dave Bean. Dave the fact is you claim to be too

extreme or some crap like that but I have yet to see anything but pussy

move after pussy move from you. After you lose your first round match in

the Hardcore Tourney maybe I will toughen you up in a Hardcore Match.

That is if you are EXTREME enough to get in the ring with Intensity.

There is nothing left for me to say and I have some crucial training to

do for my match on Sunday. Trainor think Intensity.

<<The camera fades as Walters locks up with his opponent.>>

BIG O

<The scene opens at the Elk Horn bar in BF, B.C. A few familiar faces

can be seen. Yukon Jack is sucking on a bottle of Jack Daniels, while

Runs-with-the-Pack is hitting Big O over the head with beer bottles.

After the third bottle is smashed over Big O's head, he blacks out. He

lays on the floor for about 30 seconds without moving, then

Runs-with-the-Pack grunts and dumps a pitcher of beer on him. Big O

recovers and slowly stands up while licking the beer off of his face.>

Big O: <disgusted look on his face> Who dumped Bud on me? This stuff

tastes like shit, eh. Somebody grab me a PBR or an Old Milwaukee.

<Runs-with-the-Pack grunts and hands Big O a bottle of Old Mil'. Big O

chugs it, breaks the bottle over his own head, shakes it off, and grabs a

can of PBR. Yukon Jack takes the last drink from his bottle of Jack and

as Big O drinks his beer, Yukon plasters the empty fifth over his hand.>

Big O: <staggering forward> Dammit Jack, not while I'm trying to drink,

eh.

Yukon Jack: Sorry boss, but I'm just try to help you train for the

hardcore match this weekend.

Big O: Yah, I know, but I've had enough of trainin' fer a bit, eh.

cameraman: Big O, can I get an interview real quick?

Big O: Yah, I got a minute or two before I need to start working again,

eh.

cameraman: Have you seen the new NACW rankings?

Big O: Oh yah, you betcha. I saw dem and I was confused, eh. Some

things I wondered about where mine and Ban X's rankings. I lost to him

this weekend and I moved up in the rankings. But, he moved down in the

rankings after a victory over another ranked opponent, that being me.

The only other think I wondered about was were is my fellow Canadian, Red

Leaf? I thought after his big victory that he would break the top 15,

eh. I guess that the rankings really don't mean much of anything, eh.

cameraman: Before we talk about your match next weekend, do you have any

predictions for the other events on the card?

Big O: Oh yah, Ban X, Insane Wayne, and the Flying Scotsman will all

move on in the Hardcore Tourny. The Crussin' Russian will win the

rumble, but look for Obediah and Red Leaf to have strong matches.

Walters will crush Trainor, Lottie-Dottie will defeat the 'Volvo', and

the 'Scottish Monster' will be our new champ. Is that good enough

predictions for ya, eh.

cameraman: Thanks, last question. How do you feel about your upcoming

match against the 'Superstar' Shawn Coats?

Big O: I'm very excited about this match, eh. I don't think that Shane

and I are seeing eye-to-eye right now and I want to give him some advice

on how to run the company, the hard way. I've been training very hard,

as you can see and I think I will be ready. I guess that I'm the

underdog for this match, but I'm not really sure why. I am ranked, Pants

isn't. Of course, rankings don't mean anything. Pants has been retired

for some time and is rusty. I'm wrestling almost as well as I know that

I can, eh. Finally, in British Columbia I will have the home crowd

support and I'm sure that will give me the edge I need to win. My

biggest problem to overcome is that I've never seen him wrestle and the

NACW office is refusing to give me any old tapes, so I can see him in

action. I guess I'll just have to be prepared for anything. Look for a

huge upset on Sunday, as I force the 'Semistar' Shane Pants to submit

after putting him in the Obie, eh.

<Big O downs another PBR, and as the camera fades out the "training"

resumes.>

ROB TRAINOR

(Scene opens in a gym where Rob Trainor is training for his match against

Josh Walters. Trainor's sparring partner lies motionless while Trainor

applies the Snap-Shooter to him.)

Announcer: Rob, do you have any thoughts on the match against Josh

Walters?

Trainor: Listen punk, never interrupt me while I've got somebody writhing

in pain. But now you mention that puke Josh Walters. Listen I'll let him

see what lives up his butt, when I shove his head there.

Announcer: Watch your language Rob, there may be kids watching.

Trainor: I don't care about kids, all I care about is winning. This match

is in my home country of Canada and I'll take care of Josh Walters

before I finish singing Oh Canada! Besides the kids of Canada love me I'm

a national hero here. I'm held in the same esteem as Wayne Gretzky and

Anne Murray. The Snap-shooter, the move I had on my sparring partner will

bust Josh's legs. But this match should not be the official first match

for me. You see at the P.P.V. I was given the role of J.O.B. by The

Commish. But I say to him, if he wants to do the J.O.B., take me on in a

match where you can enter my zone and do it yourself, instead of screwing

me out of a win that way.

Announcer: He's no wrestler he's the commisioner. It would be like

attempting to wrestle Eric Bischoff or Vince McMahon.

Trainor: Hey, don't mention those has-beens around me. I could kick Shawn

Coats' teeth down his throat. But as we all know in the NACW the only

action Shawn Coats sees in some Hardcore Tournament where the only

wrestling is Shawn attempting to put his boots on. But you see I could

win that tourney if I had been given a spot in it.

Announcer: He controls your pay check, why would you want to beat him up?

If he's hurt then he can't sign your check. If he can't sign your check

you don't get paid.

Trainor: Who cares? I'll take his money after I show him the ropes. He

couldn't wrestle me if I was lying in a coffin. Besides, he won't do it

so I'm stuck wrestling his golden boys like Josh Walters. I mean who is

this kid? I've never even heard of him, he's so far out of my league that

he look stupid attempting to defeat the best pure mat technician in the

NACW. I'm a shoot fighter first and foremost I'm not interested in a pin,

Josh, I'll win by submission, I guarantee it. I'm out of here, hit my

music.

(So What by Metallica plays from a CD player against the gym wall.

Trainor then jumps the announcer and locks the Snap-shooter on him.)

Trainor: Josh Walters look hard because you'll feel the same pain on the

28th. That is if you can find Canada, you American idiot. On a map, yes

you can look, it's the giant country above the cess pool called the

United States! I'm sure you couldn't tell anybody the capital of Canada

or any city in it while looking at your plane ticket that says:

VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA.

LUKE BOLEAN

[ Fade In... ]

[ We see a Beach In Calafornia. The Golden Sand seems to be in perfect

Harmony with the setting. Blue Sky, A Few Circus Clouds, A Golden Sun.

And sitting on the Beach in a White Chair, a man with Golden Wrestling

Talent. Luke Bolean. We fade 2 pictues into one another; the camera pans

round so that we get a Face on View of Bolean. His Short black hair has

glown slightly since Ultimite Jeporady II, where he debueted. Some

stubble is appearing on his Chin, and Bolean is Dressed in a Blue Shirt

with the top 2 buttons undone, and a Pair of Cream Denim Shorts. He has a

Pair of Sunglasses in his Hands. Bolen Inhales deeply; Looks at the

Camera and Begins to SPeak. ]

[ Luke Bolean ] - Maybe people have thought I was dead. They were Wrong.

I am far from dead, alas...I am here, sitting on a Chair in Calafornia,

on a Beach, and I am taking a Bit of Time off. Injury bites, you know.

And for those of you who think that 1 and 1 added together are 3, or the

people with 2 brain cells, I am saying that I had an injury. My Right

Ankle had strained Ligaments in it (Writers Note - Partially Ture:I broke

my own Right Ankle. I'm in Crutches and My Right Leg is in Plaster Of

Paris.) so I have been unable to compete in the NACW Wrestling Ring.

However, I'm sure a lot of you morons out there are asking how and why I

injured my Ankle. I'll tell you how. As you know, I wrestled on Ultimite

Jeporady II, and got Elimanitaded from the Rumble. I was Clotheslined

over the top rope, and I landed akwardly on my Right Ankle. I was looked

at after the Show, and The Doctors told me that I had strained my

ligaments.

So what Has 'The Stylist' been doing these past weeks, after Ultimite

Jeporady II and after I was diagnosed with a Problem??? Well, I have been

relaxing in my home. Fresno, CA was graced with me living there for a

while, and not being on the Road. I've been training, getting into good

shape and generally feeling better about myself that usual. I don't know

why.

[ Bolean sits up on the Chair. He puts the Sunglasses on, and Begins to

Speak Again. ]

[ Luke Bolean ] - So am I ready to Return to the Ring??? Yes, in a

Physical Sense. The Doctors here gave me full clearence to wrestle again.

Mentally, yes. I have honed myself this week. I have been training,

getting back into yhe Shape I was during my BWA Heyday. And I feel that I

am ready for NACW to see the True Effects of 'The Stylist' Luke Bolean.

[ Bolean stands up. He walks around the chair, puts on a pair of Sandals

and walks back over to the Camera. He kneels down, and looks at it. ]

[ Luke Bolean ] - But there Is one thing that still gets to me, that

nagging feeling inside. Maybe you don't know about this, but I want to

wear championship gold one more time. That is one thing that I want to

do, and if I do it...maybe I will be able to retire in peace. But until

then...The King of Calafornia Indy's, Luke Bolean will have to be content

with The Master.

[ Bolean Points up at the Sky, and Crosses his heart. He Then turns away

from the Camera, and walks slowly away down the Beach. ]

[ Fade to black ]

SHAWN COATS

((We open in the office of Shawn Coats at the NACW Headquarters in

Charlottesville, Virginia. It is about 2:30 in the afternoon. Mr. Coats

isn't in the room at the time, but he is expected soon. The camera pans

to Mr. Coats' desk, as they look at some of the papers on there. There

is a couple of wrestling magazines, a receipt for an imported game, a

half-empty can of soda, and a coffee cup. Suddenly, a voice is heard))

Voice: Hey, what are you doing? Snooping around, I see.

((The camera pans around, and there is Mr. Coats, a.k.a. "Superstar"

Shawn Coats. He is removing his leather NACW jacket. After the jacket,

you can see that he is wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt with the Washington

Redskins logo on the front, along with black jeans and Lugz boots. The

light shines off of his shaved head when he takes his hat off. He walks

over to his desk and sits down in the chair))

"Superstar" Shawn Coats: Sorry I'm late. I had a little "business" to

attend to back at home. Lunch, with my wife as dessert. It was quite

filling. Maybe that's why I'll forgive you for looking at my desk.

And stop looking at me like that. You're old enough to know if a man had

sex with his wife or not.

((Coats looks at his coffee cup, and then walks over to the machine and

gets a fresh cup of coffee. He places some creamer and three sugars in,

and then returns to his seat))

Coats: Before you even bother to ask, yes, I did see the Big O interview

yesterday, and the other Big O interview as well as Rob Trainor opening

his mouth and spewing out garbage about me earlier in this Wire. I'll

handle Trainor first, mainly because it's pretty funny about him. The

guy disappears for two weeks, and all of a sudden, he thinks he's this

great wrestler and I'm a big pile of shit on the side of the road.

Thinks he's all big and bad, challenging a 27-year-old commissioner who

signs his paychecks. It's also pretty funny that he hired his own little

"announcer," because anyone from the NACW would never have done an

interview where he claims that I have never wrestled in my life. He

thinks that the only wrestling going on in my match in the Hardcore

tournament would be me putting on my boots. Ha ha, ho ho, hee hee.

Funny.

((Coats takes a sip of his coffee))

Coats: Listen up, you little shootfighting piece of garbage, and you

listen good. I'm an accomplished wrestler. I'm quite a good wrestler,

too. I'm not some old jerk who enters the ring once a year to feed his

ego and make himself look good. I knew that going into this tournament,

I was going to take my lumps, but I was going to dish out my fair share,

too. Perhaps I'll go out in the first round, perhaps I won't. But there

is no way I'm going to sit back and listen to Rob Trainor badmouth me

like I'm some old schmuck with his little marionette playing with the

little puppets. Trainor, I am 27 years old. When I wrestled, I never

even hit a prime. I was on the verge of breaking out when something else

broke...my neck. That was way back in March of 1998. I finally feel

like I'm ready to destroy someone. Trainor, if you want me, then I'm not

a hard man to find. I'm the first guy to show up at the arenas, and I'm

the last guy to leave. Any time you want a piece, come get some.

((Coats takes another sip))

Coats: Now, onto Big O. First mistake the guy makes is that he thinks

I'll submit in that finisher of his, "Obie," or whatever its name is.

I've never quit anything in my life, and I don't plan on quitting now.

You got that? Second mistake he makes...he thinks I'm some rich boy who

stumbled into the NACW with his pockets loaded. Big O, you don't know a

damn thing about me, my past, or my future. If you think I'm a rich

boy...that's just stupid. I built this business from the ground up, you

understand? When the NACW started, sure, we did the shit shows. In

fact, our first few cards sucked. Then, we started making some money.

After the money started coming in, then the talent started coming in, and

money started coming in hand over fist. Sure, now, I'm rich, but I

earned it. I made some smart moves with this company, and I'm raking in

the benefits.

((Coats takes another sip))

Coats: You can be disappointed by what happened at Slam Masters if you

want, buddy. Fact of the matter is, you lost the match. Sure, maybe I

had a hand in it, with my Superstar Short Bomb, but I didn't hit you from

behind with it, like you say to get sympathy. If I used that on you from

behind, I would have broken your nose. You can also be disappointed if

you want by the way the NACW is being run, but it's my company, and I'll

run it the way I want to. The last time I checked, you were not my chief

consultant, so your opinions on how the company is run don't matter to

me. However, if you wish to continue to collect a steady paycheck, then

I'd suggest you shut your big hole about the way I work my company.

((Coats takes another sip))

Coats: I don't scare you, huh? Well, I should. When I walk down the

aisle on Sunday, while you stand in the ring, you'll be looking at one of

the best wrestlers to never win a World title, and it's not because I

couldn't win one. It's because I opted to count the bodies piled up

instead of how many titles are put to my name.

((Coats places the cup down))

Coats: So, Big O, you can call me "'Semi-Star' Shane Pants" if you want.

I'm not going to dip down to your level, because I'm too good to do that.

You can call me a pussy if you'd like. You can even claim I only fight

from behind. But, when I'm in your face on Sunday, and I beat you,

you'll have learned not just to take my money and talk trash about me,

but you'll have learned to respect me and to fear me. After Sunday, Big

O...you're just going to be another statistic, another notch on my

belt...and I'll still be the "Superstar."

((Fadeout))

DUDLEY DO WRONG

[Scene opens as Dudley's beat up squad car pulls into another sleazy

motel. He steps out and unlocks the back door, then pulls out what seems

like dozens of men and women hand cuffed together.]

A Man in Cuffs: What the hell are we doing here?

Dudley: SHUT UP! LIKE I SAID! YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST! I'M BRINGING YOU

IN NOW!

The man: In for what? In TO what?

[Dudley bull rushes the man, knocking him, and everone he is handcuffed

to down.]

Dudley: Now sit down and shut up.

[Dudley walks towards one of the rooms, breaks down the door, and enters.

A few moments later he returns with a middle aged couple, and handcuffs

them to the rest of the group, then opens the trunk and searches for

something in his car. An NACW News van pulls up as Dudley walks back

inside carrying a stack of shiny black bricks. A reporter steps out of

the van.]

Rep: Excuse, me... does anybody here know where Dudley Do Wrong is?

A Woman in cuffs: The psycho who beat me up and cuffed me for wearing

pantyhose? He's in there.

[The reporter and his crew walk into the room. Dudley is curled up at

the foot of the bed, two feet from the TV. Video tapes are strewn all

over the floor.]

Rep: Mr. Dudley- I mean Mr. Wrong- I mean uhhhh.... what are you DOING?

[Dudley continues to stare at the screen, and chucks his maglite at the

crew. The crew ducks and the maglite breaks threw the window and sails

into the dirt driveway outside.]

Man in cuffs out side: OWWWWW!!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!

Dudley [to the reporter]: Shut up I'm investigating.

Rep: No you're not! You're watching porno!

Dudley: FUCK OFF! I'M WATCHING SURVEILANCE TAPES OF THE COMPETITORS FOR

THE NEXT ROOKIE RUMBLE!

Rep: No you're not! That's just a tape of a guy and a chick getting it

on... with another chick... and another guy...

[The reporter's face begins to look like Dudley's as he becomes

infatuated with the the porn on the TV]

Dudley: I AM WATCHING FILMS OF THE GUYS FROM NACW! LOOK! THE JOHNNY

COAST JUST BOUGHT DOPE OFF OF MANIAC!

[Dudley reaches for a notepad next to him and scribbles furiously on the

pad.]

Dudley: I'M GONNA KICK HIS ASS FOR THAT! AND LOOK CHRIS WIDMAYER JUST

ASSAULTED AN OLD LADY IN A WHEEL CHAIR! YOU ASS! YOU'RE DEAD FOR THAT!

[Dudley writes more in his notebook. The reporter is still staring at

the screen.]

Dudley: LOOK BOB BOORENG JUST MUGGED TWO MIDGETS IN HIGH HEELS! THAT'S A

908 SECTION 2 VIOLATION!

[Dudley writes more. The reporter shakes his head and refocuses.]

Rep: Wait... so you're bringing charges against your oppenents on

Sunday... and you've already accused Obediah, Red Leaf, the Crushin

Russian, Maniac, Johnny Coast, Chris Widmayer, Mr. Faith, and Bob

Booreng... what about your other oppenents, like Rasta Farian or Blood

Boy.

Dudley: Rasta Farian sounds Jamaican... I'll just bring him in on a 420.

And I'll bring Blood Boy in on a 232.

Rep: And that is?

Dudley: Cruelty to batteries.

MR. FAITH

[The camera enters the basement of the church, which Mr. Faith has turned

into a mini-gym for a place he can workout. There are a stack of weights,

a bench press, t.v. set with a vcr and a lot of old wrestling movies

surrounding it. In the back left corner of the room Mr. Faith is wearing

a Rob Van Dam 4:20 tank top and a pair of Maryland Terrapins lacrosse

shorts. He is beatind down this punching bag and he is punching harder

and faster each time like there is no tomorrow. He turns around and

notices the cameraman]

Mr.Faith: You know they say your faith in God is the only thing that can

save you if you are sent to hell. I always think af that statement when I

walk into church everyday. I wonder if the people of the world have

enough faith to save them from hell. My answer to that is atleast I know

I am well off because I will be saved from hell. The rookies of the NACW

are going to ask themselves that same question from now till sunday.[He

takes a towel and wipes the sweat that is trickling down his face and

then sits down on the seat for the bench press] When it comes sunday I

hope that they do have enough faith to be able to survive hell because

come sunday that is what will happen. That ring will not be a place of

wrestling, that ring isn't going to be the squared circle it will be hell

for every man who steps into that ring[long pause] except me though[a

little smirk crosses his face]. I am not the going to experiencing the

terror's of hell in that ring but I will be unleashing the torture that

they will feel. I will be the ringmaster[no pun intended] and I will be

showing those rookies the true meaning of punishment! God will have to

stop me himself from killing each and every man in that ring.[He stands

up and takes a big swig of some Frost gatorade and then begins to talk

again]Some of the participants of the rumble are saying that Obediah and

I are going to get into a quote on qoute Holy war. Sorry but it will not

be a war, it will be an execution! Obediah will seese to exsist after

this rumble and I will not stand for anymore of his Bible citing. Stop

standing behind the Bible and fight me but that will never happen because

you know how strong I am and I will crush you like the insect you are! As

for the rest of the men in the rumble don't think for a second you are

going to make it out alive, I'm going to win the rumble! I will not just

go after Obediah because of our feud I'm going for all of you! It seems

again people are picking the Crushin' Russian for the win at the rumble.

Why? What has he done to be put on such a pedastool, he has only won one

match! Now I have never let the liquid of Satan, alcohol touch my lips

through out my life and during that rumble your Drop of Vodka will have

to stay in the bottle because it will not touch me! For the rest of you

Mr. Faith is a force like no other and watch out because all of you are

on my hit list and I will fill it out. So Come Sunday Brian J. Blottie

will not be the only one who has won a rookie rumble, Mr. Faith will be

crowned rightfully so the winner of the Rookie Rumble II![camera fades to

black]

OBEDIAH

<Scene opens in a large open feild. Sitting on a hay wagon we see

Johnathan, Obediah's trainer. HE seems to be watching some one running an

obstacle course constructed in the middle of the feild>

Johnathan: If you want to survive in the rookie rumble, You'll have to

survive my obstacle course. Now move it! You've got 30 seconds left.

<Obediah emerges from the obstacle course covered in what seems to be

mud, and his own blood>

Johnathan: Just in time, and only on the fouth run. You'll be ready for

sunday.

Obediah: Mr. Faith. On sunday night I won our match, but in a very

dishonerable way. I was teaching you a little humility when the spawn of

satan himself came out to help you. Lukily for me The Almighty sent some

one to help me. The Hand of God was upon thou Mr. Faith, and come the

rookie rumble The Word of God shall be heard, and thou shalt be the man

reciving the lesson. Thou hast claimed that I fought dirty. In the eyes

of the unbelivers I may have, but the Lord has given me many gifts, and

tools to use to claim victory, and so I have used them. I have nothing to

fear from thou in a "NO hold barred" match for the Lord has already

granted me victory over you. It was satan who sent in his evil servent

Dudley Do Wong to prevent me from Placing you in the Hand of God. So i

issue this challange MR. Faith, fight me in a crimson rain match as soon

as Shawn Coats can arrange for one. The Lord has promesed me the victoy,

and to Him goes all the glory.

Obediah: Dudley Do Wrong, I have this question. By what Law are you

claiming to fallow? The only true law is the law givin to us by the Lord

through Moses, in which case you are in violation. <Obediah turns to

Johnathan> Who are the "Back street boys?"

Johnathan: They are a pop music group. I'm not exactly sure. since I've

been out here training you the onlu music I get to hear is blue grass,

and live at that.

Obediah: I see, so Dudley is acusing me of somthing that coulden't

possibly be true. Just like every thing else he is acusing people, even

Mr. Faith. Dudley, You will get your lesson of the law sunday in the

rookie rumble as I bring to you as well the Word of God.

Johnathan: OK, Breaks over.

FADE TO BLACK

INSANE WAYNE

<<Scene>> Camera opens up to Insane Wayne's room in the Meadowood

Hospital. Insane Wayne is sitting on his bed, the Little Doll laying next

to him. He is wearing his usual attire, a tee shirt and shorts. But,

Insane Wayne has Duct Tape wrapped around his head. Instead of using

bandaids to cover the wounds he suffered during Crimson Rain, he is using

Duct Tape. Insae Wayne looks up and speaks.

Insane Wayne - Now, I want everyone to sit back, put your feet up, and

listen to me. Now, what I am about to do, is sound a little bit different

then what you are used to. Why? Because I have a few things to say. Don't

get me wrong, I am still the same Insane Wayne, crazy as ever, but I just

have to let this out. The pressure inside my head is going to explode.

Now, first and foremost, let's talk about all these crazy people. Look's

like everyone and their mothers want to be a bit crazy. Well, guess what.

I AM NOT CRAZY! See, I am clinically Insane. Don't believe me. Well, take

a look.

<<Insane Wayne reaches behind his back and pulls out a piece of paper.>>

Insane Wayne - You see this paper. This paper says that I am Insane. And

whose to argue with the doctors. So, for all you wannabe crazy, insane

people out there, I don't wanna hear it. I am the only Insane person in

this fed. ((You and Jeremy Rhodes. Rhodes was classified as clinically

insane back in late-1997 - SC)) I have the papers to prove it. This isn't

some gig I do to get more money. This isn't a gig i do to become popular.

I am what I am. And that's the way it will always be.

<<Insane Wayne stands up, walks back and forth, and sits down back on the

bed.>>

Insane Wayne - You know what, my head hurts. Why? Because it was cut.

Well, I have to give it to you Jeremy Rhodes, you got me. Pinned me, and

took the belt. Now, let me say this. I don't care about the belt. Oh yes,

it was nice to have it. Because I like nice shiny things. Maybe in fact,

I might get it again. Who knows. All I know is, I am not done with you

yet Jeremy Rhodes. You beat me in your type of match. Well, I challenge

you to my kind of match. Yes, Insane Wayne's kinda match. A Meadowood

Hospital Death Match. Oh, what is that you ask. You never heard of a

Meadowood Hospital Death Match. Well, since I am in a happy mood, I'll

tell you what it is. First, it is in a ring, nt in the hospital. Still

with me? Good. Next, the ring is surrounded by barbed wire. Oh, I guess I

got your attention now. But that isn't all. Third, the Middle ring rope

is electrified. Shocking, isn't it. Oh, but that's not all. Last, and

certainly not least, the ring posta are on fire. Meadowood Hospital Death

match. My match. And I challenge you Rhodes. Oh wait, you need to know

the rules. That's the thing, no rues. Only way to win, is by pinfall.

That's the only rule. So, there ya go. I did your match, so now let's do

mine. Hehehehehhe.

<<Insane Wayne picks up the little doll>>

Insane Wayne - Now everyone knows I talk to this doll. Everyone knows he

talks back. There shouldn't be a problem with that. So why did I bring it

up. Who knows. I guess I better talk about my match this week, before I

get into some trouble. Looks like they put me in the Hardcore Tournament.

Oh joy. But I want to know is why. Because I am Insane? Just because I am

Insane, doesn't mean I am hardcore. But, I am not backing out. I am going

to enter this tournament. And I am going to win. First up, Dave Bean. Ok

Bean man, ya want a piece of me, well come and get it. We get to spin a

wheel to make a deal. I really, really wish I win the coin toss. And I

really, really wish it lands on spinners choice. Because I know what

match I want. It might just be the Submission's only. Because I like

making people subbmit to the Str8 Jacket. Bean Man, I am coming off a

brutal match. Alot of my blood left me. I think I am not at my best. So

might be your big chance to beat Insane Wayne. Or, I might be jerking

your chain, and I might be better then what I say. What did I just say? I

have no idea! But, what I am saying now is, I am getting hungry. All this

taling is making me hungry. What? You are hungry too. Yeah, I think it's

time we went to go get dinner. Wait a minute. You are just a doll. You

can't eat. Oh, ok. You are a naughty boy. What? Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

Dave Bean bag man, it's time to get Insane. And Insane in the membrane is

what I am. And getting Insane is what I do best. So, let's cut the crap,

and get straight to the point. Insane Wayne is coming out on top. Know

why? Because the Little Doll said so!

THE CRUSHIN' RUSSIAN

[Scene opens with cameraman following reporter into a junior high school.

Both of them are pretty weirded out and uncomfortable about entering.

They go in and see Vlady, one of the Crushin' Russian's right hand men

waiting for them inside.]

Vlady: [In a strong Russian accent] Welcome, my comrades.

reporter: Hey...Uh...what's going on here.

Vlady: You guys said you wanted an interview with Crushin Russian, and

some footage of his workout for your new promotional video, Superstars of

NACW, right?

reporter: Uh...yes...but why are we at a junior high school?

Vlady: You will get your footage...the Crushin' Russian is working out

outside...preparing for the Rookie Rumble II. [a slight smile glosses

his face] follow me.

[the cameraman and reporter follow Vlady outside to the playground.

Outside, three of the Crushin Russian's other goons, Mikhail, Ivan, and

Boris are dressed in their long black trenchcoats surrounding the

playground. On top of one of the pieces of playground equipment is the

Crushin Russian. He picks up a small boy, about 12 years old or so and

tosses him over the equipment onto the thin mat. The boy starts to wail

loudly. Boris and Ivan cover his mouth and make him shut up.]

reporter: [with look of extreme horror in his eyes] What is this!!!!

How... what....why....did you see that?!?! He just crushed that little

kid! What the HELL is this!!!

Vlady [calmly explains]: Ahhh. Crushin Russian and I thought the best

was to prepare for the sorry bunch of bitches in the Rookie Rumble II was

to practice against comparable competition. We thought this junior high

would work nicely. [devious smile] Besides, nobody cares about these

spoiled little punks anyway. Who knows, maybe one of them is your kid.

[Crushin Russian picks up another kid and heaves him even farther off the

playground equipment. He lands that one next to about three others, and

seems to be enjoying himself plenty.]

reporter: Surely the principal will soon get word of this!

Vlady: We certainly hope so. That will at least give him someone big to

throw around. He can practice for when he throws out Red Leaf. What do

you think of that comrade?

[the principal comes out yelling and screaming and demanding an

explaination. She is about 50 years old and a bit heavy set, but nothing

like Runs-with-the-pack.]

Vlady: Ah, Good. Some more entertainment.

[the principal charges up to the Crushin Russian and demands that he

leave. Crushin Russian laughs and picks her up over his head, laughing.]

reporter: oh NO! he wouldn't! He wouldn't do that to an old lady, would

he?

[the Crushin Russian heaves her over the equipment onto the bare cement.

A big impact is heard and the principal is in serious pain.]

reporter: oh my God! What have you done! You're a monster!

Crushin Russian: [coming down from the top of the playground equipment

and moving toward the camera.] A monster, nah. A good wrestler? yah.

I have to prepare to win the Rookie Rumble somehow, huh. Why not have

fun doing it.

reporter: Don't you think Dudley Do Wrong will take offense at this?

Crushin Russian: Well, maybe he will. If he doesn't, I'll just

powerbomb his mother, then maybe he'll notice. He is not my concern.

Winning the Rookie Rumble will be easy, just like throwing children

around.

[pause]

Crushin Russian: Oh, and Do Wrong, now you have something to arrest me

for. You say I have mafia ties. No, I don't have mafia ties. [looks

directly in to the camera with cold eyes] I AM THE MAFIA! I will screw

your wife, I will take your children--and I'll make you watch. I will

stop at nothing to get what I want. To make all you pussy ass American

punks feel the pain that I felt when the mafia did that to me.

reporter: This is the last interview I ever do with this f**ker! He's

f**king crazy!

Crushin Russian: I'm Crazy? No comrade, I'm not crazy. Crazy people

make bad wrestlers. They can't sort it out in their mind. Wrestling is

about thinking and technique, not about being crazy. That is why I will

soon hold the Russian (U.S) Heavyweight title. Just be aware Wayne and

Rhodes, I'm out here, and I'm watching, waiting, and the belt will be

mine.

reporter: that's a pretty big claim for someone...[loud siren is heard]

[an ambulance is on the way to the school to pick up the principal. The

Crushin Russian and his "mafia" friends see it coming and nonchalantly

saunter off into the distance.]

cameraman: what do you want to do now, boss?

reporter: I hate that bastard! AH!

THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

[A local wrestling show is on TV..one of those crap indys you read about

in The Kilt Report...then a "the following commercial was paid for

by..um..The Scotsman I think."]

[Scotsman appears, standing there wearing a 'bLoW' t-shirt]

The Flying Scotsman: "I see yet another lunatic has joined the NACW!

Chris Widmayer, welcome. I'd like to see who the hell is signing these

raving lunatics. Mr Coats, you should fire all these psychotic freaks.

They have no place in the NACW, where the fat boys play."

[Scotsman sneezes and tastes it]

"Mmmmmm.....salty."

"Blottie. I never pinned you. But look at the facts. There had to be a

winner in that match, and that was me. I really should point out that as

you didn't win, technically, you lost. But as you're my friend I'll

bypass that little error!"

[Scotsman then bursts out laughing]

"Only kidding Blottie! Of course you didn't lose! Ha ha, I had you

fooled! C'mon buddy, you think I'd call you a loser? Geez!"

"I'm not sure about this 3 way match..it would HAVE to be the main event.

I'm not putting our friendship on the line for some stupid little

mid-card match. I'll be busy winning the Hardcore Title, but after that,

I'm free for some friendly grappling!"

[Scotsman then goes red, and he has an angry look on his face]

"MYSTERY MAN, YOU'VE PISSED ME OFF. DON'T DARE PLAY KORN AGAIN DURING AN

INTERVIEW. THEY SUCK. GOT THAT? GOT THAT?"

"Now I have no damn idea who you are, and I don't care. Fact is, March

28th, I'm going to be beating the crap out of someone, and I assume thats

going to be you."

"I hear theres some big pay-per-view going on that day, but the fact is,

no-one will buy that, because they want to see Scotsman march on the road

to win the NACW Title."

"Epitome of insanity? Mystery man, I don't even know what the hell that

means, but I bet it isn't a compliment. If it is, then I'm sorry for my

next outburst.."

"Wait..I don't have the energy to outburst."

"As for liking pain...ARE YOU CRAZY???? Sheesh, I thought Insane Wayne

was crazy. Oh yeah duh, I like pain. Yeah man, pain rawks. Huh huh."

[Scotsman punches himself then starts yelling]

"THAT HURT! SEE? I DON'T LIKE PAIN!"

"As for hardcore...believe me, I'm hardcore. I've seen my fair share of

porno...believe me, I know what hardcore is. I know what goes on. You

bend over...I lean over you..suddenly we both slip...fall..land on top of

each other and start giggling..."

[Saliva drips off Scotsmans lips]

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm....yeah."

"As for you having the advantage...I'm going out there, expecting a 10

ft, 900 lb demon called Satan. Anything less, and you won't be a worthy

opponent. You'll be just desserts. Or something like that..but MORE

INSULTING!"

"So remember, if you piss off a Scottish guy, you'll be seeing whats

under my kilt."

[Scotsman flashes the camera as they fade to black]

THE REVENGER

Waitress: Alright, here you go.

Waitress: And what will you be eating?

The Revenger: Ummmm.... I'll have a burger.

Waitress: What kind? We've got well do--

The Revenger: Whatever's not burnt or cold, just right.

Waitress: Sure.

The Revenger: And get me shrimp too.

Waitress: Alright.

The Revenger: I bet she's like 21 years old, no older.

<Pauses....>

The Revenger: You know, NACW... Why should I win that Rookie Rumble on

Sunday? Well I'm young, powerful, athletic, definatley talented in most

wrestling styles, like technicial, some high flying, some submission...

Some power. There's just too much. Of course High Flying, who'd use that

in a Battle Royal? Which eliminates Blood Boy. Its also pretty easy to

eliminate the big guys, because they're too much bigger than the top

rope, so that eliminates Red Leaf. Out of all three of us, I'm my own

pick. Out of the two, I won't and can't choose. Now, Crushin' Russian...

Siberian Steriod... Hell, that's what I'll call you now, Igor. You're

going to call me a jobber... Well, haha.... You're going to be

mistaken...

The Revenger: And Russian people suck, because they backed out of the

first World War. Awwww so our king died! ((Actually, they backed out

because the Communist regime took over and murdered the king, and then

they backed out of WWI, but that's not really relevant, is it? - SC)) Boo

Hoo! Boo Hoo my ass. Come on.... Russians Suck.

<Hears a guy in the background with a Russian Accent. He walks up to

him.>

The Revenger: Are you the Crushin Russian?

Background Guy: No, Comarade.

The Revenger: Yes you are.

Background Guy: No, I don't know who he is, comarade. I wish I could help

you, comarade.

The Revenger: No you don't, because you're a spy!

Chant: Fight! Fight! Fight!

The Revenger: I better be going. But till next time... Revenge is so

bitterly sweet!

BLOOD BOY

<Blood Boy is seen sitting at his apartment watching TV. He turns it

off.>

Blood Boy: Well, Crushin' Russian.... You dare call me a god damn jobber,

The Revenger and I... Jobbers? You haven't even seen --- God. I can't

stand this much. This is pathetic, you immigrant... And an illegal one at

that. And you can wrestle worth shit too. Learn some moves. I don't mean

some... heh, I mean ALOT. Like learn how to properly execute them, and

how to sell, and how to write... I mean and how to DDT, and how to pr--

You get my point. Maniac - a jobber? Yup, he did so on Slam Masters. I

won't deny that. Then you go out and call some other Chris dude a jobber,

and hell, it may likely even be true, do I care?

Blood Boy: Ah, that's damn good. And then you compliment Red Leaf, well

dude, let me tell you that he doesn't need you kissing his ass. [Weird

voice] Oh Red Leaf, you can win it, Oooooh... You're gonna win! [Back to

Normal] .... Red Leaf can fight, haha, for himself. Ask Maniac. [Fake

Russian Accent] Maniac, can Red Leaf fight for himself, sir? [High Voice]

Yes he can. I got my ass kicked! [Back to Normal] .... Crushin' Russian,

you better know who you're dealing with this Sunday... Infact, learn who

you're dealing with for your career here, as long as the Rebels are here,

and longer if possible. And The Rebels plan to be here for a LONG time.

Like damn long. I may not match up to you in size or strength, but god

damn I'm faster than you, sneakier than you and from what I've seen, and

what from the NACW has seen, a LOT more talented. But I've touched on

that a bit too much.

Blood Boy: NACW Rookies, get ready for a ride, Blood Boy style.

RED LEAF

<Scene opens with Red Leaf in his dark room, where we've seen him before

with all his mice.>

Red Leaf: Red Leaf got lots to say. Good Luck Revenger and Blood Boy.

Against Red Leaf, you need it. Red Leaf will try to wait until we're the

last three, which Red Leaf intends on happining [Note: happy-ning]. Red

Leaf hope to annhiliate all however many they are so a Rebel can win.

That Rebel being Red Leaf. Red Leaf destined.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf just fed you! All you! Red Leaf refuse! An-way, Red

Leaf thank Big Orgy and Crush Rush for comments. Red Leaf hope you two

can really fight, cause you need it vers[us] Red Leaf. Red Leaf so damn

big, and so damn powerful, and so damn rebellious. Red Leaf got friends,

too! Red Leaf look across the road and Red Leaf see Dudley Done Right.

Dudley, Red Leaf take care of your ass in the Bat-Royal. Red Leaf make

sure you don't have fun. Red Leaf make sure you cry when-ev you see March

28th on calendar. Red Leaf make that date your Friday the 13th. He make

you fear it, and it don't even matter what day [of the] week it is. Red

Leaf make you fear it for [the rest of your] life. Red Leaf done talking.