4/03/99 Wire Index

4/03/99 Wire Index...

#1: Alan Soriano

#2: Red Leaf

#3: Chris Widmayer

#4: Brian J. Blottie

#5: Chris Kitching

ALAN SORIANO

(Fade into the same scene from the last time...A continuation of the

interview with Ross Howard with Alan Soriano..)

Ross: Speaking of relationships...I want to play a little game of word

association here...I will say a name or word, and you tell me what comes

into your head..

Alan: Okay...

Ross: Chris Coats

Alan: Legendary

Ross: Billy Classon

Alan: Brutus of Caesar fame, stabbing his friend in the back..

Ross: Shaun McWHirter:

Alan: Fighter

Ross: Shawn Coats

Alan: Leader

Ross: Chameleon

Alan:(Pauses) Ally..despite what occured at the recent house show, I saw

the tape and understand what happened. I still want him at ringside when

I face Classon..

Ross: Ban X

Alan: Great young competitor..And friend..WHom I also want to help make

this a fair and square match at Clash with Classon..

Ross: The Flying Scotsman

Alan: Intense

Ross: Jeremy Rhodes

Alan: Battle Scarred Veteran..I would love to face him one day..

Ross: The Crushin Russian

Alan: Zangief

Ross: Johnny SUn Coast

Alan: Underdog..with an ego..Dangerous mix..

Ross: Tremor

Alan: Paul..My friend..

Ross: Brian Blottie

Alan:(Pauses) A fierce competitor..Needs to live up to a lofty nickname..

Ross: Jason Deegan

Alan: Another Veteran

Ross: Eddie Deegan

Alan: Ungrateful, selfish

Ross: Jay Ryan

Alan: Tyrant

Ross: Ian Bradley

Alan: Tag Along

Ross: Lost Metal

Alan: The next great one..But not in NACW.

Ross: Some personal ones..Alexa, your wife..

Alan: Companion...Friend...Love of my life..

Ross: Jake Jensen..

Alan:(Tearing up, then wiping his eye of one tear shed) Mentor...

Ross: And finally, Justin Russell

Alan: Champion..CLosest thing to an icon in this sport..To beat him would

be to beat the game of wrestling, I feel...

Ross: Okay, moving right along...Chameleon and yourself had a falling out

recently..Do you feel that with your lofty title, that some friends may

try and turn on you and take the belt?

Alan: Chameleon and I may not see eye to eye on some things, and I do not

know what happened between us except that Chameleon was blinded and

attacked the wrong guy..It happens..And, I do look over my shoulder every

so often, but feel I do have loyal friends...

Ross: Lets talk about your career in the HWA/NACW/GWC promotions run by

the late Chris Coats and Shawn Coats...Give us some high and low lights..

Alan: Well, I started my career facing Justin Russell in a World Title

torunament. He was the 3 seed, I was the 14 seed. AFter a hard fought

battle, I lost my first match, and was humiliated by Russell and his

stable when they piledrove not only myself, but my wife, then just my

girlfriend, through a table..Ever since then, my career here has been

unordinary...I have won the US title three times, losing it only once to

an actual pinfall, and the other two times to executive decisions. I have

been kicke dout four times, have had more feuds than I wanna think

about...Its been a bumpy ride..The bloody feuds with Michael Cabster,

with Ray Garcia, and many others. But, I would not change a thing,

because it all led up to me being a champion today.

Ross: Name your highest point, and your lowest in your career

Alan: My highest, obviously, has to be my World Title victory..My

lowest..I was unemployed for a while after a federation called the SWA

folded...I was wealthy after their owner reimbursed my huge contract in

full, but I was not happy. I was depressed, and unfullfilled....

THE CONCLUSION RIGHT AFTER THIS..

(Fade Out)

RED LEAF

<Scene opens with Red Leaf, in the same sidewalk as yesterday. People

walk by and look at him in wonder of what he's doing there, but scared of

him, they say nothing.>

Red Leaf: Red Leaf here. Red Leaf gotta say you guys were really anxious

for Red Leaf to accept your deal, Red Leaf did, but you... Ah. Let Red

Leaf remind you when you said, Blood Boy, you said...

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

Red Leaf: That means you're scared of Red Leaf. You should be. And

Revenger, you said....

"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."

Red Leaf: Red Leaf don't like that. Red Leaf think twice about staying

neutral, but 'slong as you don't say anything else, he can't do anything.

Red Leaf said yesterday he won't dumb. Wasn't even. Red Leaf gotta say

you two are scared of Red Leaf. Red Leaf, again, doesn't mind. Call Red

Leaf what you will. Red Leaf had nothing to say today, Red Leaf done.

CHRIS WIDMAYER

[The scene opens up in a bar located in The Hilton Hotel in Milwaukee,

Wisconsin. Chris is sipping from a glass as he looks at a local

newspaper. He shakes his head throws his beer and turns towards a camera

so it gets a close up of his blood stained Lucha Mask]

Chris Widmayer: *pointing at the camera* Well it people might just say

that the crazy one can't hack it here in the NACW. He's only been on one

card and wrestled liked he belongs in the Independent circuit.

[Chris stands up and throws a guy of a barstool. He then grabs the mans

drink and breaks it over his head as a drip of blood slides down over his

nose]

Chris Widmayer: Well dammit I think I need some respect. I went to go to

the house show today, walked backstage and there like, where is your

pass? I am like pass? Then THEY THROUGH ME OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED

ARENA!!! A place I trained a place I wrestled more than these overratted

funnys. You see the problem is the people here just aren't use to the

ability I bring with me.

[Chris throughs a 5 dollar bill on the table and walks out the backdoor

of the bar. He walks down the street as he address's the camera]

Chris Widmayer: *pointing to his bicept* You see NACW its all about

what I have worked for and thats these beautiful arms. Now you probably

like But we take bumps, right?

[Chris grabs a 2 x 4 and goes to smack himself in the head. He stops

right before contact and then whacks the camera man in the back. He then

looks at the other camera and laughs]

Chris Widmayer: *laughing* Now you see I will take bumps when I am paid

to take bumps and hell right now I could earn more $$$ working at the

local Kentucky Fried Chicken. Now NACW respect me or ELSE. Oh yeah one

thing to the children in the audience. Theres three things our lives are

based on, SEX, DRUGS, and ROCK n' ROLL so drop the crackpipe, turn off

the music and begin to live your lives.

[Chris picks up the downed camera man, points at his bloodshed face, and

laughs as the camera fades back to Channel 66 Midwest Kenosha]

BRIAN J. BLOTTIE

*Scene opens on the streets of Detroit. Garbage is seen in remote

corners, steam pumps up from the sewers. A man in a green fur coat, a

green hat, with a feather sticking out of his hat, walks by. Another

man, this one in brown, raggedy clothes, walks up to the camera and asks

for some change for busfare. You hear change jingle, and then the

cameraman extends his hand, dropping some change in the bums hand. Four

or five more men emerge from an alleyway, all walking up to the camera,

speaking at the same time of their woes. The cameraman quickly walks

faster, learning the hard way never to give change to a bum in Detroit.

He stops and swivels the camera around, to the porch of a burned out

house. Brian J. Blottie, "The True Living Legend", sits there, solemnly.

He wears a t-shirt that reads "Limp Bizkit Is Better Than Everyone", and

a pair of black jeans. The camera pans over the house one more time.

Windows are boarded up, yet smoke still seems to come out of the windows.

A notice on the door, reading "CONDEMNED", is torn in half. Blottie

smiles, and nods at the cameraman*

Blottie: Yes, I asked you to come here. Into the heart of Detroit. Are

you scared yet?

*The camera nods a few times*

Blottie: Well, I grew up here. This is my old house. And this is the

way I lived for 18 years. I'm not scared of this place. This place is

like a second home to me... a filthy, disease-ridden home, but a home

nonetheless.

For those of you that take me as just a spoiled little rich boy, this

is how I grew up. In poverty, not with a silver spoon hanging out of my

mouth like most of the upper class. I've worked for what I have. And

I'm DAMN proud of what I've made of myself. Cocky? Yes. Self-serving?

Oh hell yeah. But if I wasn't, would I have made it this far? Probably

not.

You see, I look at each of you, and I see drive, but no goals. Yeah,

you all want "titles", but what does a title mean? That you're the best?

Because they don't. All they mean is that on that particular day you

were better than your opponent. What is a "goal"? A goal is a place you

want to end up. A place in life you want to be. And I've reached my

goal. I'm EXACTLY where I want to be.

*Blottie gets up and begins to walk, past the pimps, past the bums, and

past the locals. Some look, some gawk, but most pass by with looks of

disdane on their faces*

Blottie: So why am I in the NACW if I'm where I want to be in life? I'm

rich, I have everything a man could possibly ever want in life, and

people respect me in the business world. So why would I want to want to

walk into an arena, step into a ring, and put my body through hell day in

and day out? Well, it's about respect. And being known. And

frustration.

Leading up to my riches, I went through hell. A neighborhood that

hated "honkeys". A father that treated me like I was inferior. A mother

that was too stupid to understand. My life sucked. But I'm sure there

are those that went through worse. And thusly, I digress. But I DID

hate my life for awhile. And I had pent up frustrations that I could not

get out... until now.

*Blottie stops walking, and turns into a store. The camera does not

follow, and looks around. The area is a little better than before,

though buildings are still burned out, and bars are on every door.

Blottie walks out, a bottle of juice in his hand. He opens it, take a

sip, then begins to walk again*

Blottie: I joined the NACW to get out the pent up frustration. And using

that pent up frustration, I've achieved heights I never thought

imaginable. Yeah, I'm "The True Living Legend". But I've gotten "over"

with the fans. They hate me, as do the wrestlers in the back. Good.

You deserve to hate me. Because I'm better than you. I'm better than

all of you.

I made something of myself while you sat on your asses at home, eating

your King Dongs, watching sitcoms with the same plots, and watching

wrestling, always talking about how "fake" it is. You think what I do in

that ring is "fake"? Heh, none of you sitting at home watching this

could handle me in that ring. Period.

And as for the wrestlers of the NACW... I have some small amount of

respect for them for living our their dream. But I took my dream and

carried it a step further. I became a MILLIONARE by living out my dream.

I'm better than all of you. I've risen above all of you. And at the

Supercard, I will take that rising further. I will rise to the top. I

will achieve my ultimate goal when I entered the NACW. I will prove, to

each and every person at home, and in the back, that I am "The TRUE

Living Legend". I will prove that I DESERVE a World Title shot.

*Blottie turns on the camera, and then begins walking the opposite way*

Blottie: We should start getting back now. It's getting dark. And

neither of us want to be out here at night. Trust me on that one. On

the way back, I think I'll talk about my two opponents, The Scotsman and

Jeremy Rhodes.

First of all, Flying Scotsman. He's a great athlete. Hell, even I'll

admit that much. But he's nothing compared to me. And the reason that

is... ring smarts.

When I step into that ring, I try to use as little of my arsenal as I

can. I'd rather avoid confrontation as much as I can, and allow myself

bursts of offense. I'll let my opponent wear themselves out on the

offensive, and then, when I see an opening, I take it. And that's how I

win. They let their guard down, thinking they have me, when in all

reality, I'm just giving them a false sense of security. And when I beat

them, they're that much more surprised.

Scots... you have no ring smarts. You're a straight ahead, full

frontal attack type of man. And there's nothing wrong with that...

against men fighting in the same style as you. But against a man like

me, that style will be your downfall. You will try to attack, attack,

attack, and I'll just absorb what I can. When you wear yourself down,

and you let your guard down, if even just for a second, I will show you

why many people think I'm the smartest man in the game. And when I pin

your shoulders to the mat, you will find out that I am what I say I am.

Now, for "Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes. The NACW United States Champion.

Still trying to prove to the world that he's more than just a flash in

the pan psycho. ((Oh, he's proved that. He's been around for two years,

taking all of those hard bumps... - SC)) You have the experience level

over both me and the Scotsman. Hell, you even can absorb more damage

than either of us can. But it won't matter, because you have two men out

to get you in this battle.

Don't think that I'm going to forgive and forget about what you did to

my chest. I have to wear this damn chest protector because of it. So

when I walk into this battle, your ass is mine. And with The Flying

Scotsman, you attacked him for "helping" a "friend". I'm sure he isn't

too happy with you.

That's two on one, if I have my math right. And that's a critical

disadvantage when you're the man. Because you're the champion coming

into this battle. And we're the men out to win titles. A win over you

will almost guarentee us a U.S Title shot... and it GUARENTEES us a World

Title shot. So you're the man to beat.

But I'm sure your not just going to lay down and take a loss. You're

not that kind of man. I know you'll put up a great challenge. But in

the end, you will fall. Not because it's two on one... but because I'M a

better athlete. I'll make sure that after you're taken down, after

you're humbled, to take out Scots so I can pin you. Because I could

really care less about the Scotsman. All I really care about is a

victory over you. With a win over you, people will HAVE to respect me.

Whether they hate me or not, they will HAVE to honor me. They will have

to admit that I was better than the U.S. Champion on that day. And

thusly, I am better than they are on ANY GIVEN day.

Legends are not made. They are born. I was born a legend. A "True

Living Legend". That point will be proven April 14th, to everyone. And

after that day... the NACW will never be the same. The age of the Legend

will begin at the PPV, when I win the World Heavyweight Title, from

whoever is champion. And I promise you... I will NOT be a weak champion.

Until next time...

*Blottie walks over to a car, parked by the NACW News Van. He climbs

into the car, and starts it up. He pulls out, and drives away. The

cameraman pans around, as it is now night in Detroit. Several men are

eyeing the camera, smiles on their faces. The cameraman hops in the van,

turns to the driver, and tells him to go. As the van pulls away, the

camera FADES TO BLACK*

CHRIS KITCHING

(Vanessa and Chris "The Deal" Kitching are at their beach house in Miami,

fielding questions from numerous reporters from around the world)

Reporter: Chris, please, tell us why you have come to the NACW?

Chris: Well, that's simple. The NACW is in need of an icon, a

main-eventer to be exact, and I am that person. ((We were in need of an

icon? I thought we already had quite a few...Jason Deegan, Justin

Russell, and Jeremy Rhodes all strike a bell in my head as the "icons" of

the NACW - SC)) In little time, I will be able to say, 'I came...I

wrestled...I conquered.'

Reporter: Yes, but what do you have to prove?

Chris: That I have what it takes to go head to head with all of the

NACW's top athletes. I am a star around the world, but to the NACW, I am

unknown, people have not yet seen my style, but to get a hint at what is

coming, check out some of my past records. If you smmmeeeelll..no, no,

that's not it.

Reporter: Tu est un wrestler, mon cheri, oui ou non?

Chris: How about you learn how to talk some damn english first you damn

freak, then come back to "The Deal" so he can understand your fruity ass.

Shut up, next question.

Reporter: So Chris, who do you plan on wrestling first?

Chris: You see, that is all up to the other stars here in the NACW.

Whoever feels they have what it takes to rumble with "The Deal," come on

and step up to the plate and let's see what you've got. I can guarantee

you, you will not like what I have to offer, because when you are in the

ring with me, it's all downhill for you from there. I will whip you from

pillar to post and give you no mercy. The match ain't over until that

bell rings, and until I am done kicking your ass around the ring. When

you step into the ring with "The Deal" it won't be easy.

Reporter: Mr. Kitching, what do you think of the champ, Alan Soriano?

Vanessa: Let me handle this one. You see, Alan is like every other

wrestler my man "The Deal" has beaten down. He struts around here

thinking he is king shit, well, that's too damn bad because "The Deal"

will take him out and there isn't a....

Chris: Whoah, V! Settle down, woman. You see, as much as I'd like to, I

know that stepping into the NACW and calling out the champ for a match

right away is not the right idea. ((Hell yeah, that's not the right idea!

- SC)) Hell, it's not my style. So you see, I will wait and see what

the NACW has to offer, then I will work my way up that ladder, reach the

top, and knock off whoever is on top to become the NACW heavyweight

champion. I have done it before and I will damn sure do it again, and

again, and again.

Reporter: So you are saying you are here to stay?

Chris: As long as I am under NACW contract, I will be around. Hell, by

the looks of things, they don't want me to leave, ever, so I just might

be around here for a while, raising hell, kicking asses and taking names.

You, over there?

Reporter: Do you feel you should make an alliance with other wrestlers?

Chris: That's up to the others. If they feel they have what it takes to

run along with the best damn thing the NACW has to offer, then so be it.

I came here to make a name for myself, not to make any friends, but if I

have to make a few along the way, then I am willing to do so. You, with

the gray shirt, last question?

Reporter: Chris, in the weeks to come, what do you have to offer to the

NACW?

Chris: Well, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will provide the NACW

with some of the best matches ever, and I will be giving it 100%

throughout, and I will never, ever let up. You can expect to see a lot

of wins and a lot of asses getting beat. Let's just say, there will be a

SPIKE here, and a SPIKE there. I am the next generation of wrestlers

here in the NACW, and no one can stop me. Thank you for your time...