#1: Billy Classon

#2: Brian J. Blottie

#3: Chris Kitching

#4: Chris Widmayer

#5: Mystery Man

#6: Bob Booreng

#7: Josh Walters

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BILLY CLASSON

<Fade in. We are in Dansville, New York, in Billy Classon's personal

training facility. Classon is preparing for his upcoming World title

match with Alan Soriano. Today, he is testing the power of his kicks, as

a few members of Team Classon, Classon's training group, watch. Quatsch,

the 330-pound beast, is acting as heavy bag, as Classon, dressed in a

NACW t-shirt and black silk shorts, moves around him, striking with kicks

at various angles. Quatsch is withstanding as much punishment as he can,

but after Classon ducks around and kicks Quatsch in the side of the leg,

sending Quatsch to the ground. The rest of Team Classon, Unsinn, Ax

Napalm, and Joshua Classon, come out and help Quatsch up. Billy shakes

Quatsch's hand and then, Napalm walks over and starts giving advice to

Billy. Billy nods at Napalm, but a reporter soon walks over. Napalm

nods at Billy, and Team Classon heads off. Billy begins to speak>

Billy Classon: Hey, man! You want an interview?

Reporter: Uh, sure. First things first...you saw the three-part

interview with Alan Soriano, right?

Classon: Yes. I'm not happy at all. After all, he said I wasn't a good

champion, first off, which isn't true. I did something that nobody else

has done before in this federation, and that's defeat Justin Russell

twice. Sure, the second time was a little unfair, but it's like Shawn

Coats himself said; if his feet weren't so big, they wouldn't have hooked

on the turnbuckle hook, and he wouldn't have torn his groin. I'm sick of

Alan Soriano saying it's a freak accident, too. I'm sorry it happened,

sure, but Russell shouldn't have been standing the way he was on the

turnbuckle. Maybe it was a little dirty, but I still defeated Justin

Russell twice. Soriano is looking for win number one over Russell.

Maybe he's just a little jealous, I don't know.

Reporter: He also called you a "Brutus," basically accusing you of

stabbing Russell in the back to get a title.

Classon: That's also not true. When I first reappeared in the NACW, back

on January 10, 1999, I challenged Russell flat out. I never stabbed him

in the back, because he had already stabbed me in the back by not even

calling me when he helped restart the NACW. I was just returning the

favor. All is forgiven, now. I called Justin the other day, we talked

for about 20 minutes, and we forgave each other. He was wrong, and I was

wrong. It's over. Someday, there may be a Classon-Russell III, but I

highly doubt it. Besides, Soriano is one to talk. He's jumped sides so

many times that it would make your head spin.

Reporter: In your interview the other day, you were a calmer, quieter

Billy Classon. Now, I'm noticing a...a...

Classon: A Classon with attitude?

Reporter: Yeah.

Classon: Well, plain and simple, Soriano's challenging me. He called me

a bad champion, he's accused me of stabbing me best friend in the back,

and he's calling himself one of the best champions ever, but he's not.

You want great champions? Look to Justin Russell. Look to Crash Domino.

Look to Jason Deegan. Those guys were great champions. Alan Soriano as

World Champion just doesn't sound right. In fact, it sounds flat-out

bad.

Reporter: What are your thoughts as to Soriano claiming that he earned

the title?

Classon: Even though I brought it on myself by slapping Coats, he got a

cheap win because Coats punched me square in the jaw, and Soriano just

smacked me with his stolen finisher to give himself the win. However,

he's concerned. In fact, he's worried. Not only is he planning his

future by giving the Crushin' Russian a World title shot after he fights

me, and then, he's going to go ahead and prepare himself to fight Brian

J. Blottie on May 29. Soriano, don't start making plans past me, because

the last time that happened, the guy ended up losing. If you think I'm

just going to be some walk in the park, you've got another think coming.

Reporter: I can't help but notice that you've got a new set of trainers.

Team Classon, I believe they are called.

Classon: Yeah, Team Classon is going to be with me. Team Classon has

been with me in the shootfighting circuits ever since I appeared in the

GWC back in May of last year. Now, they are going to be guiding my

career. My brother is my new official manager, Ax Napalm is my advisor,

and Unsinn and Quatsch are my trainers. But, unlike Chameleon and Ban X,

whom Soriano has at ringside for the sole purpose of *attacking* me,

these guys are there to get me ready for a fight and give me advice.

Soriano, you can have your little posse there, but if they get near me,

I'm going to break them in half, got it?

Reporter: Okay, that's it for us here. For Billy Classon, I'm the

reporter. Good night.

<Fadeout>

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BRIAN J. BLOTTIE

*The scene opens in front of a building, with a sign in front that reads

"Blot-Corp Enterprises - Main Offices". The scene changes, to inside,

where a white-tinted glass door reads "Brian J. Blottie - Chief Executive

Officer/Owner". The cameraman reaches out, and opens the door. The room

inside is very posh. A beautiful mahogony desk sits in the middle of the

room, with a leather chair, turned around so you can only see the back,

behind it. Bookshelves are lined with books on both the right and left

sides of the room. And above the glass window, overlooking the city of

Detroit, is a beautiful painting of a man, in his mid-forties, with a

stern look on his face. He resembles "The True Living Legend", but there

are major differences between the two. The camera moves down, to view

the leather chair spinning around, and Brian J. Blottie sitting in it.

He smiles, and beckons the camera to sit down*

Blottie: Have a seat... no use in you standing up. I'm going to sit here

the whole interview, no matter HOW much I love to pace. This chair is

just too damn comfortable to get out of.

*The camera re-points up to the painting, then back down as Blottie

begins to speak*

Blottie: Ah... I see you like the painting. It's of my father. I had it

done from an old picture I had of him. Quite a striking resemblence of

him, I might add. I paid the artist handsomely for that and the

paintings I have hanging in my front room, which you may have noticed

when you visited my estate. But enough about paintings, let's talk about

the NACW.

From my point of view, the NACW is falling apart from the roots up. I

see the happenings and goings on in the NACW, and shake my head,

realizing that a great promotion seems to be collapsing in on itself.

And that collapsing, it seemed to start when Soriano gained the World

Title from Classon. Thusly, I have a new drive for Clash of the Titans,

when myself, The Flying Scotsman, and "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes, step into

the squared circle to battle for the number one contendership. That

drive is to replace our current champion, and reestablish the NACW as the

pinnacle that all independent federations hope to achieve, as it was

before Soriano disgraced the belt and the federation with his "victory".

*Blottie shifts slightly, and shuffles through a few papers on his desk*

Blottie: Now you may say to me, "But Mr. Blottie, you haven't defeated

The Scotsman or Jeremy Rhodes yet". Heh, that is only a matter of time.

I see their weaknesses, and I see the things that I need to exploit.

Thusly, they are already taken care of. And no matter how much "luck"

they have, they will not be able to defeat me, as this will be my finest

in-ring performance to date. The people are going to see a new side to

"The True Living Legend".

They will not see the greedy, self-centered, egotistical, does anything

to win Legend. Instead, they will see the technical and psychological

superiority that I hold over both of these "professional athletes". And

once they see that, they will never be able to deny the fact that I am

truly a Legend.

*Blottie looks down at his papers, and starts going through them,

seemingly not carrying about whatever the next topic of his interest is*

Blottie: Oh, and as for the Russian bringing me up in his interview...

keep trying to get yourself "over" Russian, just not at my expense. I

won the first Rookie Rumble, which, as everyone can attest to that have

seen both, was the superior of the two. And is you have a problem with

me... that's too damn bad. You're not worth my time, and because of

that, I will leave this topic alone for now. Talk when you mean

something to me.

*Blottie now looks up, and smiles at the camera*

Blottie: Well, I've covered a lot, and said very little. Isn't that

amazing? But that's what has made me successful. And it is what is going

to lead me to defeat Alan Soriano and take what I've deserved since the

day I entered the NACW. A title telling the world that I am the best...

that I am "The True Living Legend". And come hell or high water, I will

have that title strapped around my waist. Until next time...

*The cameraman gets up, and the camera fades to black*

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CHRIS KITCHING

(Scene opens with Chris and Vanessa working out at a local Vancouver gym.

"The Deal" is lifting weights while Vanessa is running on the treadmill,

getting stares and hot looks from most of the guys in the gym, including

a few NACW wrestlers, who can't seem to keep the drool off of their

faces.)

Chris (to Vanessa): Geez, Vanessa, I hope Crussian Russian, over there,

is drooling over you, instead of me. I have seen some of those little

communist faggots, and I heard they really like to give it to each other.

((Russians aren't Communist...the Chinese are Communists - SC))

(Laughing) I had better watch out! But like he said yesterday, we'll

save his time for later, huh?

(Vanessa laughs away as Chris continues to lift weights. He is then

interrupted by a few NACW reporters.)

Chris: God damn not again! Can't you two see I am in the middle of

something!? Oh well, let's just get this over with so I can train some

more before it's time to get out of here.

Reporter #1: Chris, yesterday night Crussian Russian made comments

towards you. What do you have to say about him and his actions and

words.

Chris: Actually I have nothing to say about Crussian Russian. He can

have his say and opinions but on the record, Vanessa and I really don't

give a flying fuck what he or his little goons have to say about us. I'm

focusing on Chris Widmayer for now, and I'll worry about the others

later. It's obvious Crussian Russian's hearing is impaired, because he

thinks I came into the NACW right away asking for a title shot, while the

fact of the matter is, I said it's not my style, and I didn't want one

right away because I am going to climb straight to the NACW ladder and

earn the title shot. ((Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Kitching say

that "the NACW needed a main eventer"? That's basically asking for a

title shot - SC)) But the damn fool doesn't seem to understand english.

Reporter #2: Because he's Russian.

Vanessa: I'll tell you one thing, by the way he is looking at me, you can

tell he wants some of this! (Vanessa points to her body)

Chris: Ugh, what a waste of a good body!

(Vanessa slaps Chris)

Chris: Damn, woman. I was just playing with you. Christ. Can't even

take a joke.

Reporter #2: So on April 14th you take on Chris Widmayer. Any words?

Chris: Well, after each night, I get comments from my fans. They say

'Chris, you're looking great!' or else they'll give me their regards for

my debut match in the NACW. It's great, but I know I don't need them.

Hell, we're talking about Chris Widmayer here. I mean, look at the guy.

He obviously had his road paved all the way here, while I had to bust my

ass in lower federations to get here. ((He's been wrestling in indy feds

for years...I'd say he's busted his ass - SC)) I have had a lot of highs

in my life, and a helluva lot of lows, so basically, I am prepared for

anything Chris will throw at me. I know it won't be much, so I probably

have nothing to worry about. I'll just use my style and technique on the

14th. It's never failed me, and I don't think it will next Wednesday. I

am looking forward to my debut. I think it will be a great experience

for me.

Reporter #1: In your eyes, how will the match go?

Chris: I think I will be intense right from the start. I know I will be.

I am not taking this thing lightly. Some people wonder how my attitude

is since my last match in a past federation, and it hasn't changed a bit.

I take things seriously in the NACW twenty-four hours a day, seven days

a week.

Reporter #2: So are you going to guarantee a win for us Chris?

Chris: It's not that simple. You see, I have over a week to train still,

and that's what I plan on doing. As for a prediction, how about I let

you guys know before my match with Widmayer?

Reporter #1: Sounds great. So after a few days here, what do you think

about the NACW?

Chris: It's great! I love it here. Their management and staff have been

wonderful and the events that I have attended have been exciting. They

obviously know how to put on a show, and know how to treat their talent.

I don't plan on leaving for a while, so I'll enjoy this as long as I can.

Reporter #2: Thanks, Chris.

Chris: My pleasure.

(Chris returns to lifting weights as Vanessa turns her attention towards

a stair master, as the two reporters leave and the interview comes to a

close.)

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CHRIS WIDMAYER

[The ESPN Network scrolls in as the theme for "Up Close" plays and a

camera zooms around into a vacant gym filled with chairs around a ring.

The camera then zooms in on Chris Myers who is wearing a nice armani suit

and sitting in a ringside chair next to a wrestling ring ((Boy, ESPN must

love us. This must be the eighth interview one of our wrestlers has

gotten from ESPN, and gosh, this time, it's not Ian Bradley! Besides,

doesn't Chris Myers work for Fox now? - SC))]

Chris Myers(reading off papers): Welcome folks to my very special edition

of Up Close and where LIVE from Calgary at the University of Calgary

where we will have to very special guests tonight. My first guest is a

Professional Wrestler and he will be making his "international" debut on

April 14 here in Calgary. Lets give a warm welcome and introduce a very

talented guy, you know him as Crazy and we all know him as Chris

Widmayer, Ladies and Gentleman NACW's own "Crazy" Chris Widmayer.

["Freebird" by Lynard Skynard plays as Chris Widmayer comes walking out

from the backroom. He is wearing a pair of khakis, no shirt, and a

Calgary Flames hat. He walks over and shakes Chris Myer's hand]

Chris Myer(sitting down): Chris I wanna be the first to welcome you to

Canada.

Chris Widmayer: Well Myers I wanna let you know your like the millionth.

First off I wanna know why I am being treated so well? I have yet to

wrestle a match for NACW and there treating me like I am a king.

Chris Myers: Well I watched some of your tapes that the network had last

night and i must say you got alot of talent and I personnaly believe you

should be farther in your career.

Chris Widmayer(sitting on the edge of his chair): See Myers thats just

it. I feel no matter where I am as long as I am wrestling I am a

satisfied man. I wrestle for the business not for the benjamins. Ya Know

I mean look at my opponent next Wednesday, Chris Kitching. I mean this

guy walks around like he's god's gift when we all know that he is just in

it for the money. See I would wrestle if I made a dime OR a dollar. Now

if your a wrestler ask yourself would you do that?

Chris Myers: Speaking of your upcoming match it is gonna be your debut

and first EVER internationally televisied event I hear.

Chris Widmayer: That's right. You see I usually wrestle the Independent

Circuit when one day I was doing a show and I came to find out an NACW

scout was in attendance. What tomy imagination 2 months later I get a

phone call and well it didn't take much to get me to sign the contract

which brings me here now.

Chris Myers: And your opponents Chris Kitching is also making his debut.

Earlier I was watching TV and he had some heated comments. Is there

anything you have to say about this?

Chris Widmayer(laughs): Yeah first off whats this guy trying to sound

cool cause he can drink some bitch "under the table?" Hell I don't have

to drink anything and I can get Vanessa under my table.

Chris Myers(laughing): Well folks we WE'RE a family show but hell where

live ANYTHING GOES. Sorry for the interuption please continue Chris.

Chris Widmayer(smiling): No Problem there Myers. Just remember one

thing contraversy lands you ratings. Anyway Kitching you also mentioned

something about how I am strutting around thinking I am "The Deal?"

Question, whats The Deal? Yeah thats what I thought.

Chris Myers: The Deal eh? *laughs* Let me help him out for you Chris, he

wants to know if you have prepared for your match on Wednesday?

Chris Widmayer(flexing): You wanna know something Myers? You see pal my

life IS wrestling and always WILL BE wrestling. If I am not in the ring

training I am at the gym working every part of this body. I am not all

about myself but I worked 10 long hard years and no matter who you are

you HAVE to admit I got a great physique. But thats not the question the

question is have I prepared for this match? Well Kitching let's just say

I hope your money ISN'T where your mouth is or else your stocks are gonna

fall like a dead bird.

Chris Myers: Okay Chris where just about out of time here, any last

comments?

Chris Widmayer: I just want to let you know Mr. CK that you better watch

what ya say because your walking around thinking you have this match won

when you have no clue what you have stepped into my friend. They call me

crazy for a reason!!!!!

Chris Myers: That they do.

[Chris Widmayer stands up and smacks Chris Myer's clipboard in half over

his head]

Chris Myers(laughing): Well folks remember where you heard and say it

first. Thanks for coming Chris and up next we got hockey legend Brett

Hull.

[Chris Myers shakes hands with Chris Widmayer as the scene fades to a

commercial]

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MYSTERY MAN

[The scene opens to nothing. Dead black.]

[Footsteps can be heard, and someone breathing in the distance soon

becomes audible. Whoever it is continues to pace for a short while,

before saying anything to the camera. Soon enough, however, a flash light

flickers revealing a man sitting with his head downward, concealing his

face. He sits like that as he begins to speak.]

Man: "Coast, I didn't want to have to have to absolutely destroy you. I

didn't want to have to interrupt your interruption. I didn't want to have

to lay you out on national television. But, Coast, it needed to be done.

Y'see, Johnny, I have a problem with you. You're pretending to be

something you're not."

"I have a problem with people who call themselves the light heavyweight

champion around here without going through me. There haev been _MANY_

lightweight champs, but none have had the finesse, the ability, the sheer

talent that I possess. No one else has the lineage, the training, and the

experience in a complete youth that I do." ((Oh, I'd say the #1 contender

to the World title comes close - SC))

"That's right, NACW, you should know who I am by now."

"Clash of the Titans is coming up. Coast, I want what you have. I've been

denied it from the Blue Streak to Stefanie Stevens to yourself. To be

honest, I've been getting shafted. So I left. Now I'm back to take what's

rightfully- and you know I mean business when I say this- mine. Coast, I

want you to know that I don't appreciate yourself posing off what I

built. Off what I made for this company. Hell, I _WAS_ the first ever

lightweight champion, if I recall correctly. I made the TV title

something special. The tag titles were never so hot around someone else's

waste."

"So what am I getting at here? I'm saying simply that this supposed

'Mystery Man' is going to show why I don't think you should be wearing

the gold. I'm not only going to take that gold off of your waste, I'm

going to run you out of the NACW. I'm going to rid the NACW of such

garbage. The ultimate lightweight sensation is back, and at the Clash of

the Titans, it'll be a pretty, pretty show. I'm going to teach you why

the Flight 800 took a...

_CRASH_

_LANDING!_"

[The scene cuts away as the flashlight kills, bringing back the complete

darkness.]

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BOB BOORENG

Booreng: Sure, hold on for one sec ok.

(Bob finishes signing a few autographs and then motions to the crew.)

Cameraman: Bob, why are you here in Iowa?

Booreng: I have been spending time with some of the kids here.

Cameraman: So you aren’t training for the match against Red Leaf and

Rasta Farian?

Booreng: I haven’t changed my training habits. I am lifting weights and

doing cardio work twice a week. I am finally recovering from the

injuries I incurred at the Rookie Rumble and at the hands of The Lobo.

Cameraman: Are you focused for the big event?

Booreng: Not especially. I will focus on the match when the time comes,

jeez... It is still a week away for goodness sake.

Cameraman: Rasta responded to your name calling, did you know that?

(Bob sighs loudly.)

Booreng: I don’t care! Rasta is a fish-eaten-scrub. Red Leaf is a

witless wonder. The fans are behind me. I don’t care what Red Leaf or

Rasta say. I care about the fans. Don’t worry, when the time comes -

Rasta and Red will be introduced to the "Flying Burrito".

Cameraman: Is that your finishing manuever?

Booreng: Yes...

Cameraman: Just wondering. since you have never actually been in a

postion to use it...

Booreng: Silence! This interview is over. The Bob says you are going to

pay the toll!

Cameraman: Umm, ok. Glad I was so lucky to get to come to Iowa for

this...

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JOSH WALTERS

<<The scene opens to the outside of a rusted door. A hand reaches out

and knocks on the door. The door is pulled open by an enormous man. The

camera pans back to take in the full image of this man as he begans to

speak in a low, gruff voice.>>

Man: What do you want?

Cameraman: I was told I could find "Intensity" Josh Walters here, is

that right?

Man: Yeah.

<<After a minute or two of just standing there the cameraman gets

agitated and says to the man...>>

Cameraman: Well, GO GET HIM!

Man: Oh, uh. . . follow me.

<<The man leads the cameraman through a dark hallway. The sound of water

dripping can be heard and the fungus and mold has taken over the once

white walls. The man stops in front of an open area. One light can be

seen and it is placed above a television. The television is on and seems

to be playing a wrestling match. The man speaks.>>

Man: Uh, Mr. Walters, a camera is here to see you.

<<A voice comes out of the darkness and is recognized as Josh Walters.>>

Walters: Come in.

<<The cameraman moves forward and focuses in on Walters. Walters looks

rugged and unshaven. His clothes are loose fitting and he wears no

shoes.>>

Cameraman: Mr. Walters, how are you?

Walters: Fine, fine. What's the deal? I haven't heard from you guys in

weeks.

Cameraman: Yeah we got this damn new kid, Chris Kitching who thinks he

needs an interview everyday. I finally got away from him and found out

where you were hiding. Now I want to hear what you have to say about the

happenings in the NACW.

Walters: Well, I got my first win over Rob Trainor and that was great.

However, the fans didn't think that it was that great but Trainor is a

difficult man to work with. All he ever does is submission holds, I mean

how am I supposed to get the crowd fired up when I am grounded? Anyway,

I have an upcoming match with the Crushin Russian. Let me be the first

one to say this guy is tough. He is huge and mean.

Cameraman: Wait a second, you are giving him compliments even after all

the things he said about you?

Walters: You didn't give me a chance to finish. Let me go over some of

the things he had to say about me. "Lowly, unrecognizable Josh Walters"

this comment is very true and that could be your downfall Russian. Every

person in this federation is taking me lightly because I am

unrecognizable. Hell, I even have a tough time convincing the security

at the arenas to let me in. "here jobbing out to the big dogs" another

brilliant comment from the Russian. Maybe this is true but Russian I

only job myself to the best wrestlers and that doesn't include you. I am

a high profile jobber and you don't deserve to see my jobbing talents.

Russian you need to focus on the task at hand instead of running your

mouth to Coats or Soriano. Who have you beaten in this fed? McCalous

and you won a Rumble. Well let me be the first to say. . . SO WHAT!!

You aren't even worthy enough to lace my boots. By the end of this match

I will have you crying for Runs-with-the-Pack, no offense Big O. I can't

wait. I have been training down here in the dungeon and watching your

pathetic, overconfident ass spew off at the mouth about god knows what.

I am tired of your mouth and tired of your goons. Go ahead and drink

some vodka. Go ahead and make fun of me. As soon as you look into my

eyes at Clash of the Titans you will see the Intensity and all of that

vodka will be coming out of you, if you know what I mean. This interview

is over. Barry see the man out.

<<The man comes over to the camera and palms it. The picture goes to