3/02/99 WIRE INDEX

3/02/99 WIRE INDEX...

#1: The Ghetto Boyz

#2: Alan Soriano

#3: Red Leaf

#4: The Rebels

#5: Jason Deegan

#6: Billy Classon

#7: Chris Kitching

THE GHETTO BOYZ

<<Scene>> Camera opens up to Times Square in New York. People are moving

around, having fun doing the New York City thing. Camera fades out, and

comes to a section of New York, that is the opposite of Times Square.

Prostitutes are on the corner, and not good looking ones. A Drug Dealer

is on the opposite corner, waiting for his next deal. Sitting in front of

Milton's Liquor Store are two young African Americans. They are dressed

in Camoflague Fatigues. One has a bald head, and the other one has lond

dreadlocks. The one with dreadlocks speaks.

So, nobody thinks we have what it takes to win th NACW Tag Team titles.

Why? We held them before. Oh, some of you new guys don't know who we are.

Well, I am Mr. Muscle, my partner over ther, he is Wrench.

Wrench - Hey, how ya doin'?

Mr. Muscle - And we are the Ghetto Boyz. Now, for those who know us, they

might remember us real well. We were them gangbangin', thugs, who always

spoke in ebonics. Well, we can still speak in ebonics, but for the

pleasure of everyone, we will speak so you can understand us.

Wrench - Hey Muscle.

Mr. Muscle - Yeah man.

Wrench - Are we gonna wrestle?

Mr. Muscle - Yep. In some Four way match for the NACW Tag Team Titles.

Wrench - So we get to bust some heads in?

Mr. Muscle - Yes we do. And bustin' heads is something we do best.

Wrench - Who do we have to wrestle?

Mr. Muscle - Well, there is the champs, Sex and Violence.

Wrench - Violence. I love Violence. My friend loves violence too.

Mr. Muscle - Why don't ya introduce your frined to the NACW.

Wrench - Aight. << Wrench gets up, and runs into an alley. He comes back,

holding a steel chair.>> See this is my friend Mista Chair. And Mista

Chair likes hittin' punkasses in the head. And what Mista Chair likes,

Mista Chair gets.

Mr. Muscle - So, right now, we are just going to make this short and

sweet. Clash of the Titans, the Boyz make our return. And for the ones

who have never seen us. Well, you have no idea what's in store for ya.

Wrench - Cuz all ya gonna find out, that tha Boyz don't play.

Mr. Muscle - Clash of the Titans, well, like I always say, it's gonna be

ON LIKE NECKBONE!

Wrench - CHAIRBASHED, BROKEN NECKBONE!!!

Mr. Muscle - Fools.

Wrench - And now it's time to go get me a Colt 45!

ALAN SORIANO

(The scene fades in...In to the ever so familiar front view of Alan

Sorianos home. It is a cloudy day on the coast of Southern California,

and a slight breeze blows.. Some slightly muffled music is heard coming

from inside of the house..It sounds like some hard guitar driven rock

with a fast paced beat, otherwise known as heavy metal. Ross Howard holds

a microphone, sporting a sports coat and a concerned look on his face as

he looks back at the cameraman...)

Ross: Funny..He told me to come to his house..At 10:30...Lets go see

whats going on...

(Ross walks up to the front door with the NACW cameraman in tow. As they

get closer, the music gets louder...Howard winces as he rings the

doorbell...To the left of Ross peering out the window is Alexa..She

quickly leaves the window sill and opens the door..The music, the BLARES

OUT...Howard starts to try and talk to Alexa above the loud pounding

music..)

Ross: IS ALAN IN?????

Alexa:(Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt..Comfy.) WHAT????

Ross: I SAID...

(Alexa then takes a pair of ear plugs out of her ears and rolls her

eyes..She steps outside and closes the door..She looks very annoyed..)

Alexa: God, I HATE when he has the band over! I cant stand this! Did he

say to come over?

Ross: Yes, he did...Um..may I ask..

Alexa: Its the band he plays drums in..StoneHouse

*A real band, btw, the real Erick Madrigal plays bass in it..Although its

not my project in real life..This is a fictional Stone House*

Alexa:I guess he wanted you to hear him play Metallica covers, watch him

drink beer, and wreck my house! Tell Alan I went to go visit

Katrina...And when I come back, there better not be a guitar string,

drumstick, beer can, or vomit stain in sight!

(With that, Alexa storms to the 99 Jetta parked in the driveway next to

Alans truck..She gets in, peels out, and speeds off..Ross shrugs at the

cameraman as he opens the door..The music is so loud it nearly knocks

Ross over...He walks through the house like a mime that does that walking

against the wind shit. He finally locates the band in Alans back rec

room...It consists of Erick Madrigal on bass, Johnny Blaze on guitar,

some unknown guy singing, and Alan playing drums, and doing quite a good

job at handling the double bass part of the song "Fight Fire With Fire"

by Metallica...Ross walks into the room, cameraman once again in tow...)

Ross: EXCUSE ME...HEYYYYY!!!!

(The music stops...)

Blaze: Alan, you got a visitor...

Alan: Ross! Come on in, man. My band and I were just practicing..Nothing

like some good double bass lines and some hard songs to get my legs and

arms working..Actually, that was our last song of the set..Guys, you can

take off...

(Alan then rises from his drum set, a Tama 6 piece, including the second

bass, with cymbal rack containing a crash, splash, and ride, all

Sabian..Its a fairly new set, but looks well worn..Alan does as well look

well worn. He has an old Metallica shirt that says "In vertigo you will

be" and has some kind of skull on it. He wears high shorts, and has sweat

through all his clothing...He goes to greet Ross with a handshake..)

Alan: Hey man...Um..Sit tight..The band is gonna take down, John is gonna

take the drum set abck to his place...Illt ake a shower and get ready for

our interview..Jesus Ross, you are very punctual..Too much so for my

taste sometimes...

Ross: Okay...Joey, cut film...

(Cut to black...)

(Fade back in...The rec room is now free of all instruments...The floor

is clear, for Alan has the pool table at the shop to get fixed from a

party mishap after he won his title. All that is in this room with huge

bay windows which overlook a gloomy California coastline are a bar on one

side, and a couch where Ross Howard sits...Ross turns to his cameraman..)

Ross: Okay, here he comes...

(The cameraman moves over towards Ross Howard, and Alan enters the room

in a long sleeved black henley shirt, khaki slacks, and black work boots.

He looks clean after his shower, his hair slicked back and held in

place.. He sits next to Ross, facing the cameraman behind Ross on the

couch...)

Ross: Feeling better?

Alan: Yes, I am, thank you.

Ross: Okay...Lets get started...Alan..I have known you since you first

broke into this business..You have always struck me as the kind of guy

who, aside from the numerous sexual inferences at the beginning of your

career, as never flashy, never really had a gimmick, except when it

involved being against the boss or getting back at people who attacked

you. And now that you have won the World Championship, many are saying

that you are a weak champion..That you will not last...That you do not

have the courage of a Justin Russell..The flashy attributes of Billy

Classon....The power of Jason Deegan...That you are a plain jane

champion..How do you respond to all of this..?

Alan:(Rubbing his light goatee) Well Ross, I must say first off that the

reaction from this side of the fence has been very supportive of me and

my World Championship reign...Many I have talked to do say that I am a

legit champion. Yet, I also know that I have detractors. People that do

not believe I will make a good champion....Some believe its because I

have no so called gimmick. Well, here it is. I go out there, I do what

needs to be done. I do not need to wear dresses, I do not need to be

crude, I do not need to be flashy, although I began my career as a flashy

rookie. I just go out and do what needs to be done....True, guys like The

Rock, Ric Flair, Stone Cold..They have style, gimmicks, angles and the

like. But, I just go out there, and do all I can to win...I get it done..

Ross: Do you feel you won your title fairly?

Alan: Yes, I do. But, in a way I do not..

Ross: Why so?

Alan: Billy Classon, to me, was never a great champion. He did not

symbolize a champion to me. Basically, I will always feel that Justin

Russell jobbed him the title. He felt sorry for Billy, this young

underdog who was tearing up the light weight ranks, but wanted more. And,

Billy got too big for his britches so to speak, hooked up with Jimmy

Maxim and turned on Russell..I would have won the title at Dodger Stadium

the first time I met Classon, but Russell wanted him, and I can

understand that..And, Russell should have won....But, due to a freak

accident, Russell lost. Which brings it all back to me....

Ross: Do you feel that the help you recieved from Shawn..

Alan: Classon lost the title himself. He proved he was not the real champ

by getting distracted..I have done the same to Coats as a ref, and he

punched me back as well, which he would have done to anybody....But, I

also feel that I have proven myself against Shaun McWhirter...So, yes and

no, but I do feel that, all things considered, I did earn this title..ALl

things considered, Ross..

Ross: Whats it like to be World Champion of a federation you had so much

angst for and an owner you had so much hatred for..?

Alan: Thats all in the past, Ross. Frankly, Shawn and I now have a

healthy relationship, promoter to worker...I understand what he does, for

I have worked as a promoter myself, and I see where Shawn was not wrong

and I was in the past..But, that is all behind me..This is a great

organization with more talent than I want to think about..Being the

champ, they all gun for ya, you know! But, I reiterate, great

organization..

Ross: One more question before we go to break..Speaking of angst..Justin

Russell..Your long time enemy..ALl of a sudden..You two seem

plutonic..Copesetic almost...Maybe even friendly..

Alan: He is a great wrestler, and a good man. He will always be what I

strive for in this business. And, to have him supporting me..Its like

feeling that you have the support of a major business partner in your own

venture..

Ross: Friends?

Alan: Until he wants this title back!!

(Both laugh)

MORE WITH ALAN SORIANO AFTER THIS!!!!

(Fade out)

RED LEAF

<Scene opens with Red Leaf, he is outside, not in his room. It is lightly

raining outside, though the spring air is warm. He sits on the corner of

a sidewalk.>

Red Leaf: Red Leaf has got a bit on Red Leaf's mind. Rebels.... Blood Boy

and The Revenger, possibly the next tag team champions. Does it matter to

Red Leaf... No, it does not. Red Leaf doesn't care. Red Leaf won't

interfere in your business, he accepts your offer. We are neutral from

now on. As far as Rasta Farian and Bob Booreng go, we're not. Not until

after the Clash. After the Clash, if you do nothing wrong to Red Leaf,

Red Leaf will most likely not do anything in return. Red Leaf is a

neutral person. No Real Friends, No Real Enemies. That is Red Leaf way of

living. Red Leaf hope you all remember that.

THE REBELS

<Scene opens with the Rebels, Revenger and Blood Boy, they are walking

along Yonge Street.>

The Revenger: Well, I sure hope Red Leaf accepts our offer.

Blood Boy: Sure, I don't want to have to fight his ass. There's no way. I

mean, we don't have too much against him, we just can't get along as a

group anymore.

The Revenger: I guess the Crushin' Russian contacted him while we were

apart. I guess it was going to be easiest to convince Big Red than the

two of us. We're alot brighter than him.

Blood Boy: Yeah.

The Revenger: Fooled the wrong way.

Blood Boy: Yeah, we gotta feel sorry for him. Now he's a loner.

The Revenger: Yup.

Blood Boy: Anything else?

The Revenger: Nope.

Blood Boy: Say your line.

The Revenger: Revenge is so bitterly sweet.

JASON DEEGAN

[The scene opens up to the Chris Crow House of Hell training facility.

Seeing the area from the entrance way, the place looks extremely packed

at the moment. Not a lifting bench open, no punching bags left unpunched,

no trainor not busy teaching a rookie some holds. Over the sound system,

as low background music, "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie is playing. The area

smells of rancid body odor, considering it *is* a training facility.]

[The scene cuts into the backroom, a restricted area for most. It's a

rather large room, used for storage mainly. In there, however, in the

back left hand corner, is a water jug along with a television, and a

complete listing of old NACW shows, from years back, as far back as the

first incarnation of the Hardcore Wrestling Association, run by Patrick

Gottsegen.]

[Sitting, observing some old NACW tapes, is Jason "Icefire" Deegan. He's

covered in sweat, from his arms exposed under his low cut white tank top,

across his stubbly face, and his long black hair raggily falling all over

his back. He sips a paper cup of the water as he watches, seated with

both legs up on the bench, in his long, blue sweatpants.]

Deegan: "You know, Wayne, I don't what happened to you. Remember when you

couldn't win even if you were put up against circus midgets? Remeber

that? Those were the days. Before the massive rookie influx and the

inexplicable Wayne surge. When _I_ was an unquestioned major player."

"I make my return for this hardcore tournament. I finally retire, then

all of a sudden good ol' Coatsy comes out and announces a hardcore belt.

SHAWN! You wanted a hardcore division without your toughman mainstay?

Well, much to the dismay of many of the folks in attendance, I went out

there, and took the first round! 'Course, seems like some people are

rather shocked about that. Scotsman... was nothing but a flash in the

pan. Filler for a true hardcore tournament. Now, we're down to four truly

hardcore sons'a'bitches, Shawn Coats, Ban X, Insane Wayne, and myself."

"I get Wayne first. Wayne, see, I did say earlier that you never much.

However, I do think you got in you now. Maybe one day, when I'm wrestling

with a limp at the age 50, and you're... nevermind, you'll be dead by

then with how you are. Dead, or permanantly straight-jacketed and

doll-less. See, Wayne, you're another who doesn't truly know what

hardcore means. You just think it means you get to hit me with weapons!

Let me get one thing clear, Wayne. How much pain can you take? That's

what hardcore is all about. Not being nuts, wearing a skirt, or talking

to a doll, or whatever else."

[Jason turns off whatever he was watching.]

"So, Wayne, remember the days when you feuded with Jermaine Hester.

Remember them well. Because I'm going to knock back a few years, and

it'll be opening match feuding all over again! Ban X... Coats... I can't

wait for this thing to finish out. Coats, you looked good against O, I'll

give you that much. Ban X, you're not looking so bad yourself. But boys,

do you honestly think that a 16 year ring veteran who's done it all in

the NACW is going to fall to any of you old chaps? Don't count on it.

You're looking at the next hardcore champion."

[The scene fades as Jason leaves the room, his bag blacking out the

camera.]

BILLY CLASSON

<Fade in. We are in rural Buffalo, New York, just about fifteen miles

from Dansville, New York, the hometown of the man now coming into the

view of the camera, Billy Classon. Classon is just coming in from his

final defense of the ASO (Asian Shootfighting Organization) Welterweight

title in Osaka, Japan. His long, wheat-blond hair is tied back into a

ponytail, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, and a bit of a scruffy

beard grown in. He is carrying a carry-on bag. He is also wearing a

black ASO jacket with his new NACW shirt underneath (it has his logo,

which is his steely blue eyes staring at a victim, on the front, and the

words "If The Eyes Don't Get You, The Rest Will" underneath), along with

blue jeans. A reporter runs up to try and get a word>

Reporter: Mr. Classon! Mr. Classon! Can I get a word?

Billy Classon: Hmm? Pardon me, can I get some bottled water before we do

this? I've been in a really long flight, and I'm thirsty.

Reporter: Sure thing.

<Classon walks over to the newsstand, which also carries snacks and

drinks. He purchases a bottle of AquaFina and then returns to one of the

gates, where he sits down in a seat, opens the drink, and takes a few

swallows. He then closes the bottle and begins to speak again>

Classon: Okay, shoot.

Reporter: First things first, I guess; why have you been so slient

recently?

Classon: Since that first match with Soriano, right? Is that how long

I've avoided you guys? Well, there's good reason; I've been in a bit of

training, and I've been busy travelling the world, finishing up my

contracts with other federations. Right now, I just defeated John Sotama

in my last defense of the Asian Shootfighting Organization Welterweight

title, so my requirements to that federation are done. I also haven't

been in the best of shape. In fact, when I fought Soriano the second

time, when he took the title, I weighed in at 182 pounds. That's not a

good sign...I think I may have had too many slices of pizza. However,

since that loss, I've drifted back down to 178 pounds, and I should be

back at my proper fighting weight, give or take a pound or two, for Clash

of the Titans. Besides, I'm still taking a lot of heat for Justin

Russell's injury, something I guess I'll never be forgiven for, kinda

like how Riki Chosyu never really forgave Akira Maeda for breaking his

orbital bone. However, I've finished all of my requirements, I have my

attitude in check, and I'm back in the NACW for good, so you can bet that

I'm going to be moving full-blast back for that NACW World title.

Reporter: I can't help but notice that you're a more mellow Billy

Classon. Does that have to do with Justin Russell's injury, the loss to

Alan Soriano, or the punch from Shawn Coats?

Classon: It has to do with nothing of the sort. In fact, I think this

attitude may have more to do with the firing of Jimmy Maxim and Garrett

Kulash than anything else.

Reporter: What?!

Classon: Before I left for Japan, I gave Jimmy Maxim and Garrett Kulash

their respective walking papers. While in Japan, I met with my trainers,

teachers, and senseis, and they all told me that I made the smartest

career decision ever by dumping those two leeches.

Reporter: Still, Maxim and Kulash have to be credited for a lot of your

success in the ring. How can you dump them so fast?

Classon: Because I felt like it. I looked back at the last three months

of my career, and I realized that if I didn't lose the excess baggage,

I'll be right back where I started, and that's wrestling mid-cards and

being in Justin Russell's shadow. There would always be that asterisk if

I didn't bump Maxim and Classon, that little note: Classon may have been

good, but he was never better than Justin Russell. I don't want that, so

I dumped both men out. Fact of the matter is, I beat Justin once, in the

battle royal at Bad and Nationwide, but then again, he destroyed my at

Ultimate Jeopardy II. I don't honestly think that I truly won against

Justin at UJ2.

Reporter: This almost sounds like you're asking for forgiveness!

Classon: I guess it could be put like that. I've been getting my head

straight for the last month or so. I know I made a lot of mistakes, that

I did some nasty things to get ahead, but that's in the past. I can't

change that. Sure, I was the NACW World Champion for seven weeks, but I

don't like the way I was when I was the champion. I'll leave it this

way. If you want to forgive me, then go right ahead and do so. If you

are a little skeptical, then just watch me for the next few months.

You'll see a new Billy Classon...one ou'll be able to be proud of.

Reporter: With that said, what is going down with your match with Alan

Soriano?

Classon: Like I said, I've been retooled...my mind is stronger, my body

is tougher, and I've got everything straight. Yeah, he beat me before.

I made a few mistakes in that match, like slapping Shawn Coats, and not

being ready. Now, April 14 is coming up, and I'm going to be completely

ready. I'll give Soriano the fight of his life...it's the rubber match

between us. Let's see who walks out champion.

CHRIS KITCHING

(Vanessa and Chris "The Deal" Kitching are at a beach house down in

Miami, Florida, surrounded by numbers of reporters and TV cameras from

around the world. Everyone is yelling out their questions to "The Deal"

however, he just sits calmly, not answering back. Finally, "The Deal"

raises his hand, signaling the reporters to shut up)

Chris: You know, V, I was watching the NACW the other night on

television, and I couldn't believe the crap they have in their matches.

I thought to myself, someone needs to brighten up that place, someone

needs to add that much-needed edge, someone has to be the real deal, well

Vanessa, that person has to be me, Chris "The Deal" Kitching. I have

been down that road before, I have been an impact all over the world, in

every corner of every city. People chant my name, praise my style, my

charisma. And I drive the ladies crazy, so lock up your daughters and

wives when I am around.

(Vanessa nods with a smile on her face)

Chris: When I take a look around the NACW, I see little talent, and a lot

of jokes. Obviously there is a wide variety of wrestlers who don't know

what it takes to be at the top. Hell, we have your Scottish immigrants,

your typical psychopaths and a load of Marilyn Manson wannabe's ((Marilyn

Manson wannabes? Who here is a Marilyn Manson wannabe? - SC)). You see,

Vanessa, none of them, and I mean none of them, can purely stack up to

The Deal. So I went to the NACW's head offices last night, and I gave

them my resume. It didn't take very long before my phone rang, numerous

times, and the NACW was begging me to show up. They said I have got it

all. Style, charisma, strength, and a killer body, but what they really

like about me, is my leadership, my will to strive above it all. Hell,

they basically said I am their kind of champion. They know that all of

the titles in the world couldn't even amount to how great I really am!

So I signed on the dotted line, and now because of that, I have made it

utterly impossible for any other NACW star to rise to the top of their

game! NACW, remember this, when you think you're ahead of the game, and

on top, take a look behind you, the one thing you will notice is that I

won't be there, and when you turn around, I'll be standing right there,

ready to make your night a living hell. If things are going your way, or

if the cards are stacked against you, you will be dealt, "The Deal," and

it will be game over.

(Numerous flashes from cameras go off, capturing pictures of one of the

greatest athletes known to mankind)

Vanessa: The fact is, no one is as great as my man, Chris "The Deal"

Kitching. You think you have what it takes? Then step up to the plate

and get a taste of what wrestling is all about. We can't guarantee that

you will like it, but then again, we leave you all two choices...You can

like it...Or you can love it. No more, no less.

Chris: Exactly. NACW, to get it through all of your thick square heads,

I'll make this short and sweet, The Deal is here, and there isn't a damn

thing you can do to stop me, let alone slow me down. This is my time,

and soon, it will be my federation. I guess you could say, 'there's a

new Sheriff in town.' And remember, when your ass hits the mat, and you

take a look up those lights way up high, keep in mind, you aren't the

only one to be SPIKED by "The Deal."

(Vanessa and "The Deal" laugh as the interview ends, but reporters start

once again with questions)