WIRE INDEX:

#1: Chris Widmayer

#2: Obediah

#3: Bob Booreng

#4: Red Leaf

#5: Josh Walters

#6: Yukon Jack (on behalf of Big O)

#7: Alan Soriano

#8: Billy Classon

CHRIS WIDMAYER

[The end of Chris Kitching's roleplay is playing as the TV shuts off and

the camera zooms into a backroom at a local Calgary Sports Bar. Chris

Widmayer is sitting there with his agent and the bar owner as he jumps up

and throws the remote at the wall shattering it. Chris looks at his

agent and punchs the wall]

Chris Widmayer(grabbing his agent): Who the F*ck does he think he is?

Agent(scared): Uhhh... Uhhh....

Chris Widmayer(yelling): TELL ME DAMMIT. WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS??

Agent: Please Chris stop yelling you have an autograph session to do.

[Chris throws his agent into the wall and follows up with a clothesline

knocking him out. He then falls to his knees]

Chris Widmayer(crying): I'm sorry I didn't mean it. You know what the

doctors said about the pills.

Agent(getting up in pain): F*ck this shit I am done. I do not care with

the doctors say.

[His agents limps through the back door as Chris whipes the tears away

and walks with the petrified owner out to the bar. The bar is packed we

fans screaming Chris's name and a few girls in the back give Chris a peep

show to remember. Chris puts his mask on and waves to all the fans with

a big smile on his face. He then sits at a table as the pre-autograph

question segment begins. A few NACW Officials walk through the door one

sets a camera up in the back while the rest go around a podeium]

NACW Repoter: Chris we where just with Kitching and I am sure you saw

his comments. Is there anything in return to start you have to say?

Chris Widmayer(laughing): Well Bob, I can call you that right, good.

Now I wanna start off by addressing this stuff with that white trash

whore of his. She says one more word about me and I am gonna knock her

pre-madonna ass out of wrestling forever.

[The drunken Calgary fans erupt in cheers and begin to chant "Smack the

bitch up"]

Reporter: Ummmm thats a little harsh don't you think?

Chris Widmayer(shaking his head): Thats no where near harsh. You see

this guy who

calls himself the deal walks around like he's a king or something? I

mean come on your really think a guy that confident is really spending

hours on end training. Oh yeah and chicken legs? Whats that shit? This

guy finnally hit a nerve. He said that your not a true wrestler till you

got people chanting your name all around the country. My god I am in

this 110% for the fans and if it wasn't for there support I would

probably be in the same postion as you. An overrated cocky mother....

Reporter: ...Okay, Okay, Thats enought on that. Next question we have

is been speculating on Why you did the Up Close interview?

Chris Widmayer(laughing): You see Bob its simple, ESPN contacted me and

asked me if I would do an Up Close interview to get over the Canadian

Sports Entertainment Industry and I said of course I would. There was no

money issues involved, but you're right I did it for exposure but I think

it worked right fans?

[The crowd goes wild as Chris jumps over the podeium and begins to give a

few of them high fives and signs a few autographs as he walks back to the

podeium and grabs a mic. He then walks behind the bar and grabs a bottle

of Vodka]

Chris Widmayer: This interview is over but I got on last thing to say,

In the name of the russian its time to start crushin. *Chris swigs 1/4

of the Vodka*

Repoter: But we have more questions.....

Chris Widmayer: *spits vodka all over the reporter* Tell Kitching I

wish he could party with us but we have no room to make a deal.

[The fans cheer as Chris begins to poor glasses of Vodka. The reporter

who is soaked begins to walk out as the fans spit at him and Chris dumps

the rest of the Vodka onto him. Chris then goes back to the fans and

begins to sign more autographs as the scene fades to black]

OBEDIAH

<Scene opens outside the same barn in Harmony Minnesota. The cammera

walkes into the barn and we see Obediah training with his new sparing

partner while Johnathan yells out instructions to him. This time

Obediah's sparing partner looks like he knows what he is doing.>

Johnathan: OK, now attempt a swining neck breaker on him.

<Obediah tries to puit the move on the new guy, but he reverses it, and

Obediah is forced to kick the guy in the back of the knee.>

Johnathan: That is the kind of moves that makes people mad at you. You

need to learn how to perform more wreastling moves.

Obediah: It worked, didn't it? It is my duty to use the methods that work

the best to do the work that the Lord has givin me.

Johnathan: You would be much more effective if you would use the moves I

am trying to teach ou more often then always using the low blow, and eye

gouges and other such moves. They are considered dirty you know. And what

were you trying to prove by pulliing Mr. Faith out of the ring during the

RR? That can be considered a litlte dirty as well.

Obedaih: Does it really matter if the moves I use are considered dirty?

Compared with the sin these men are stained with what they consider to be

dirty is nothing. They have brought down the judgment of the Lord, and

they shall face His wrath. The Lord is indeed merciful to those who trust

Him, but to those who rebuke, or mock Him his wrath isd great, and He

will show no mercy. The Hand of God shall decend upon them and distroy

them in their evil ways.

<Just as Obediah finishes his sermon his new trainer comes from behind

and puts Obediah in an arm lock hold. Obediah breaks out after a lot of

strain, and to the suprise of Johnathan performs a near perfect spinning

neck breaker.>

Johnathan: That's better! That is what I am looking for. You know, I

think we need to work out some more arial moves so we can make use of

your great agility and speed.

Obediah: I have a feeling with in me that thou art no longer focused on

our origional purpose here in the NACW. Johnathan, I acuse you of using

me to farther thine own greedy aims. How doth thou defend thine self?

Johnathan: No, I'm not being greedy. After all I did allow you to cut me

pay so we could hire a new sparing partner. I am just pushing you so that

you can perform at the best of your ability. I feel we can use your

physical gifts to farther your wreastling skills in a more tecnical

direction. I belive you will be more effective at completing the work

that God has givin you.

Obedaih: Very well, I accept thine explination.

<obediah then walks out of the barn. the camera fallows him into the old

chapel. Obediah takes up his position at the podium.> Fade to balck

BOB BOORENG

(Bob Booreng is the gym working out. A camera crew approaches.)

Cameraman: *chuckle* Bob, your nephew Brian’s favorite wrestler is Red

Leaf. How does that make you feel?

(Bob finishes his set on bench press.)

Booreng: Let me explain. Kids like dumb animals. There is a certain

amount of cuteness to animal whose IQ doesn’t break double digits. Red

Leaf is a perfect fit for the ‘dumb animal’ syndrome.

Cameraman: Are you calling Red Leaf stupid?

Booreng: Let’s just say I saw the footage from his interview. The

autograph he gave? He misspelled every word - including his own name. I

not saying the guy is stupid, but he probably needs nap time between

coloring and power rangers. Red Leaf is obviously the result of a failed

genetic alliance between a three-toed sloth and an ameba.

Cameraman: Ouch. What about Rasta? Anything else to add about him?

Booreng: I am tired of pointy out the inadequacies of that schmuck.

Frankly he bores the heck out me. The only thing interesting about him

is his resemblance to Koko B. Ware.

Cameraman: What do you mean?

Booreng: I mean Koko B. Ware was a great athlete. He was entertaining.

He was no Barry Horowitz, but he was still good. The most interesting

part of Rasta is the bird Ziggy. Ziggy is a pretty good comic strip too.

I like the bird in the Ziggy comic strip.

Cameraman: Bob, you are getting off track...

Booreng: The Bob says, come April 14 - Red Turd and Raza Librarian are

gonna feel the "flying burrito" at the hands of the most galvanizing guy

in sports internetment. The Bob says you’re gonna pay the toll.

RED LEAF

Michael Lansberg: Today we're not going to talk about basketball, about

the Toronto Raptors, not about the newly started baseball season, but

about wrestling. Today we have Red Leaf with us. I'd like to welcome you

to the show.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf pleased to be here.

Michael Landsberg: Surely you don't talk like that all the time, and that

out of character, you use the words "I" and actually start lines with

words other than "Red Leaf."

Red Leaf: Red Leaf is really like this.

Michael Landsberg: So, what's you real name, Red Leaf?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf.

Michael Landsberg: And that was your born name?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf was Red Leaf's name once he got it legally changed.

Red Leaf's name was like something that he couldn't spell.

Michael Landsberg: Oh. So you've got this big match coming up on the 14th

with Rasta Farian, the Reggae Character.... and the Crushin' Russian. So

its almost like Canada vs. Russia vs. Jamiaca, is it not?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf guess so.

Michael Landsberg: How did you get into wrestling?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf was trained.

Michael Landsberg: By who?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf was trained by Revenger and Blood Boy, whose real

names aren't really Revenger and Blood Boy, thank god.

Michael Landsberg: What are their real names?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf think Warren and Andrew. Something like that.

Michael Landsberg: We recently had Rob Trainor on the show, he's a jobber

isn't he?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf never talk to him, or ever fight him. He's almost as

big as a loser as Bob Booreng.

Michael Landsberg: Haha, is that his name, Bob Boring?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf said Bob Booreng.

Michael Landsberg: Oh, I'm sorry, if he's watching.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf's called him that before.

Michael Landsberg: Alright, we'll be right back after this break.

"Did you know that Red Leaf previously wrestled in the independents as

"the Toronto Terror?"

Michael Landsberg: We're back. I'd like to show a clip of...

Michael Lansberg: Well this here's you wrestling Maniac.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf loved that match.

<Shows a clip of him turning on Revenger and Blood Boy at the Rookie

Rumble and going with the Crushin' Russian, then in the next clip its him

getting eliminated from the Rookie Rumble...>

Michael Landsberg: And there's your biggest tradgedy out of your what...

two matches?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf has had one match and took part in a Rookie Rumble.

Michael Landsberg: So two?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf guess so. Red Leaf only been in for like 3 or 4 weeks.

Michael Landsberg: Any plans for titles?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf will win all of them, except maybe tag team. Depends

on if Red Leaf can find a partner. There are tons of wrestlers in the

NACW without partners.

Michael Landsberg: Any feuds behind the curtain?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf has none.

Michael Landsberg: Alright. We're going to try something that we've done

with many wrestlers who've came here, you're going to try a move on me.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf dunno.....

Michael Landsberg: Come on, I can take it!

Red Leaf: Red Leaf warn you.....

Michael Landsberg: Naah, nah.... Don't worry!

Red Leaf: Red Leaf call this the Mapledriver, which is a leaping or

jumping piledriver, as opposed to a normal piledriver, where just fall

down.You put your head inbetween my legs.

Michael Landsberg: And this is a wrestling move, right?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf know. Yeah, it is. I lift you up.... and jump, and

smack!

THUMP!

Red Leaf: Red Leaf forgot to pad the floor.

<You see a huge dent in the set, and it looks as if Lansberg has a broken

neck.>

"Call the Ambulance!"

"911! This man's hurt!"

Red Leaf: Red Leaf won't be here tomorrow, and who cares who is!

JOSH WALTERS

<<The scene opens to the front of a one story run down shack. The door

looks rusty and familiar. The camera proceeds forward and stops in front

of the door. The door opens and Barry (The huge man from last time)

steps out and grabs the camera. The picture goes dark. A few minutes

pass and the camera comes back on in a dimly lit, dank room. Josh

Walters is seen sparring with someone as Barry walks over to him. He

says a few things to Walters which can't be heard and Walters gets out of

the ring. He comes over towards the camera and nods in recognition.

Walters finds a place to sit down.>>

Walters: Now before you can ask any questions or say anything at all I

need to talk about a few things. Understood?

<<The camera nods up and down.>>

Walters: The fact is I am getting sick and tired of hearing the Russian

call me a jobber. Regardless of the fact that his comments may be true I

feel that he has no room to talk. He is constantly seen out drinking

somewhere and generally having a good time. About the only time I have

ever heard anything about him training was when he threw the little kids

around on the playground. In contrast I have been locked down here in

the dungeon for a week and a half. What do you think I have been doing

down here? Well, certainly not drinking and living it up. I have been

working my ass off and I can't wait until I get to show how hard I have

worked. You see Russian I once thought like you. All I wanted to do was

party and have a good time. Then I got started in wrestling, but nothing

changed. I thouhgt it was just a little extra cash on the side and it

was fun. One man changed my perspective on my wrestling career. I won't

mention any names but he demolished me and sent me to the hospital.

While I was in the hospital I had some time to reflect and look back at

my life and what I had accomplished. I had been a good student

throughout highschool and into college. I had accomplished a perfect 4.0

in obtaining my business degree. After graduation though I let myself

have a little too much fun. I got a job and enjoyed it but I kept

partying night after night. Then a strange thing happened to me, I met

my wife Irene. She was the greatest thing I had ever laid eyes on. I

mean she even looked good when I was sober <chuckles>. She helped me

turn my life around and realize that there are other things in life to

strive for besides seeing how many beers I can drink in a day or how many

shots I can do in 10 minutes. I started to strive for things in a whole

new way. I would be the first one to work and the last one to leave.

Everything was going well until one day I was called into the boss's

office. He said that I was a dilligent worker but I was too intense for

this company and he was letting me go. Man was I pissed!! Too intense?

I didn't understand. I mired in my self pity for about 3 months when I

saw an ad in the local newspaper. It read train to be the most intense.

I thought I should give it a shot. That is when I met a very influential

man by the name of Carlo Veltri. He trained me and sent me out to take

on the wrestling world. When I got to the NACW I got mixed up in some

bad things such as the S.O.D. which is no longer around. I paid for my

mistakes and I apologize to anyone that I hurt along the way. Ban-X if

you are out there somewhere I hope that there isn't any bad blood between

us. Anyway, those days are over.

<<Walters pauses to catch his breath and take a swig of water from an

open water bottle.>>

Walters: What does this mean? Well to you Russian, probably nothing.

Come Wednesday night I am going to make you pay. I have been through

hell and back emotionally and that is what has prepared me for our fight.

The battle will be long and tiresome but when we are both down and

gasping for air the one with the strongest will will prevail. Your

partying will catch up with you and I will crush you. Barry see the man

out I still have more training to do.

YUKON JACK (on behalf of Big O)

<The scene opens at Big O's cabin. Yukon Jack is sitting outside on a

bench, sipping on some whiskey. Big O and Runs-with-the-Pack are nowhere

to be seen. The NACW cameraman approaches Yukon Jack.>

cameraman: Excuse me Mr. Jack, but I was hoping to get an interview with

Big O.

Yukon Jack: Call me Yukon son. Sorry, but Big O and Runs-with-the-Pack

are off working out someplace.

cameraman: Are they sparring? I wouldn't mind getting a little footage

of that.

Yukon Jack: Sorry son, they're running hills today.

cameraman: Another race, huh.

Yukon Jack: Nope, Big O is running the hills with Runs-with-the-Pack on

his back.

cameraman: Wow. Well, since you're Big O's trainer can I ask you a few

questions about his upcoming title shot.

Yukon Jack: <as he puts in a large chew> Sure, shoot son.

cameraman: First off, Big O talks about being mentaly ready and

emotionaly prepared for this match. He mentioned he wants to be in

control in the ring and not get caried away by his emotions. Did Big O

see Chameleon's interview last night, and if he did, will this effect his

self-control during the match?

Yukon Jack: <spits> Well shit, this is a tough question. Yes he saw

Chameleon's interview. At first he was pretty steamed about Chameleon

calling him worthless. I guess Chameleon didn't see the Coats/O match,

because Coats won, but he didn't kick O's ass. Anyhow, Big O went

fishing for a couple of hours and when he came back things were under

control again. I think Big O really has changed, I think he will use his

head a little more in the ring now.

cameraman: Chameleon said that Big O didn't have a chance and that he

wouldn't last five minutes in the ring. Do you really think that Big O

has a chance?

Yukon Jack: Pretty strong words for somebody who thinks he's a woman.

((That's actually not his gimmick. Chameleon is a cross-dresser - SC))

<spits> Yeah, I've always thought that Big O has a chance whenever he

steps into the ring with somebody. I think that he actually has a better

chance now that I've heard Chameleon's thoughts on the match. Chameleon

is blowing off Big O, and that will probably be his downfall. While Big

O is busy preparing for the match of his life, Chameleon is to busy

deciding what color dress he should wear. When he's not doing that he is

busy using all of his energy to fool around with that whore who ditched

Bean 'cause he was on a losing streak. Chameleon will enter the ring

unprepared and unmotivated. Big O however, will be more prepared then

he's ever been. I don't think that Chameleon has that much more natural

ability than O. Look for Big O to turn a few heads in the NACW when he

becomes the new T.V. champ.

cameraman: Big O has had some problems in the past with Shawn Coats, now

he claims that they are over. Do you have any comment on this situation?

Yukon Jack: Well, I know that Big O now has a great respect for Coats.

Coats told Big O what he was gonna do and then followed through with it.

That is no simple task with a guy like Big O trying to stop you. <spits>

I think that by wrestling with O, Coats also gained respect for him. I

would guess that that is why Coats is giving Big O a title shot. But, I

can't speak for the Commish. I think Big O would welcome the chance to

step into the ring with a fine wrestler like Coats again, but the bad

blood between them is water under the bridge.

cameraman: Any closing comments about Big O, Clash of the Titans, or the

NACW?

Yukon Jack: <spits> I think that the NACW is a top notch wrestling

organization. I also think that after Clash, they will have a top notch

T.V. champion, who cares more about this fed and wrestling than anybody I

know.

cameraman: Thank you very much. That was Yukon Jack, Big O's trainer.

ALAN SORIANO

(The scene fades from black into the inside of the training facility that

Alan Soriano owns...The place is empty..The view of the camera is from

the top rafters, and the desolate condition of the place is seen...It is

about midnight...All of a sudden, the front doors fly open, helped by a

fairly strong wind..A dark figure wearing a long coat steps in and closes

the doors behind him...He flicks on a light, and it is revealed that the

NACW champ Alan Soriano himself is the dark figure...He sets down a gym

bag and takes off the long trenchcoat as he turns on more lights..The

camera zooms in on him, and he looks straight into it...)

Alan: Hello NACW..Its been a while, hasent it? Ive just been out,

visiting some relatives in Northern Reno. Yeah, it was not the most

exciting vacation in the world, but it helped me in a way that hanging

around this place all week couldent: It helped me emotionally..

(Alan starts to remove his outer clothing: A leather vest, and a button

down black silk shirt, down to a black t-shirt that reads "OpX" in white

lettering...He removes his pullaways to reveal some long wrestling

tights...He looks into the camera again, brushing his long bangs out of

his face, having an intense stare...)

Alan: Maybe you are wondering why I am by myself..Especially in the wake

of recent "acquisitions" by Team Classon...Well, I also had an

unfortunate thing happen to em this week..Johnny Blaze, my main training

partner, decided he was too good for this place and left...Said he wants

to be his own man and not be in my shadow..Well, the only person who

placed a shadow on him was himself...Ill say this..He brought me into

professional wrestling in a way..But, I dont owe him at all like he

thinks I do..Oh well..

(Alan steps into the ring, starts pulling on the ropes and stretching..He

talks while he does this..)

Alan: Chameleon? Well, I have been trying to get a hold of him, but hes

been out with Beans woman all week...He even changed his answering

machine message to some wierd toughguy crap...I decided to not call him

tonight..Hes probably got all the exercise he can handle with Malinda...

Erick Madrigal? Hes out...Paul Zachary? Family problems, couldent make it

today...So, there was one guy whom I felt I could turn to..

(In walks Ban X...Already in wrestling gear...He leaps into the ring..)

Ban X: Ready man?

Alan: Ill be ready in a moment...Warm up if you want..

(Ban X starts doing stretches on the opposite side of the ring..)

Alan: Ban X..This guy has been there with me for a while, and I decided

to give him a try, and, well, he came through..Just like I am sure he

will come through for me at Clash of the Titans if anyone from Classons

goon squad even tries to rig this match...

Ban X: Ready Man?

Alan: Yeah...

(Alan looks into the camera)

Alan: Point is, about the emotional help..I just learned one thing: If I

go out there, and show this punk ass karate kid Classon what a real

champion looks like, then everything else will take care of itself. I

cannot control that Classon has compiled a huge group of NACW hasbeens to

help him out...I can only control what goes on in the ring..And that,

Classon, is gonna be the true test of your mettle..Are you a man? Can you

stand to win this one fairly and have some self respect? Or are you gonna

be the scared little boy you have always been, hiding first behind Justin

Russells tights, then Garrett Kulashs', now Unsinn, Quatsch, and Ax

Napalms? The choice is yours, so called Superbeast. Wanna see a

SUperbeast? SHow up at Clash, and I will lay a barrage onto you that will

make the name SUperbeast be a shaming blow...Mark My Words, Classon...

(With that, the camera pans out, showing Ban X and Soriano sparring...And

then..a...slow..fade...to..black.)

BILLY CLASSON

<Fade in. We are inside of Billy Classon's home in Dansville, New York.

Billy, along with Team Classon, is relaxing for his upcoming match with

Alan Soriano by kicking back and watching re-runs of the Tom Green Show.

Billy is dressed in a black t-shirt with the ASO logo in the upper right

corner, along with a pair of blue jeans. Joshua is wearing a Buffalo

Sabres jersey and black jeans. Ax Napalm is wearing a button-down

flannel shirt and khaki pants. Unsinn and Quatsch are dressed alike, as

both are wearing white t-shirts with the German flag superimposed on the

front, along with black jeans. There is a knock at the door, and Billy

gets up and answers it. On the other side is Ross Howard, dressed in his

Armani suit and with a bandage on the side of his face. We pick up the

dialog from here>

Billy Classon: Ross! How are you doing, man? Come in!

Ross Howard: I'm fine...just here to get an interview.

<Billy and Howard walk into the den, where Billy motions for Unsinn and

Quatsch to move to the other couch so Ross can sit>

B. Classon: Wait a second. Ross, is there something wrong with your

face?

Howard: No, I've just got a little scratch.

B. Classon: Here, let me see that...

Howard: No, I'm fine!

B. Classon: Jesus Christ, Ross, what the heck happened to you?

Howard: Chameleon got a little angry at me and hit me twice...you know,

he's got those long fingernails, and I guess they cut me.

B. Classon: Why did he hit you?

Howard: I called Malinda street trash.

B. Classon: That's his sorry excuse? Man! Unsinn, Quatsch, go get

something for Ross' cut. Ross, that damn thing could get infected!

Howard: No, no, that's okay.

B. Classon: No, I insist. Guys, go.

B. Classon: Now, do you have some questions for me?

Howard: This first question has to be this; why aren't you in training?

You are just relaxing! Alan Soriano is a tough competitor, and he's

probably in serious training, but right now, you are acting like nothing

is happening!

B. Classon: Ross, you can't train 24 hours a day, you know. I've gone

through some amazing training sessions over the last few days, and I just

have to relax. Sure, training is good, but if you can't relax yourself,

get some good sleep, and be mentally ready along with physically ready,

then you are in big trouble. Soriano's serious training might tire him

out, and that means he can get beaten quickly. I'll probably do a

training session tomorrow, and then relax until the 14th.

Howard: What exactly is your plan for the match?

B. Classon: I'm handing a hard time deciding what I want to do; knock him

out or pin him. I'm going to go out there, give Soriano the fight of his

life, and maybe I'll knock him out, or maybe I'll pin him. I'm confident

that I'm going to go out there and win the World title.

Howard: There are some concerns that Team Classon is a "goon squad," that

they will be your protection, and that they are only there for

interference. Your comments?

B. Classon: No, Team Classon is not a "goon squad." Even the good

fighters need trainers and advisors. These guys have been my trainers

and advisors for the last few years while I was shootfighting. Now, I'm

combining worlds. These guys are there to get me ready, to give advice,

and that's it. There is no need for them to interfere. Besides, I'm

given them the word; if they interfere, then they get fired. These guys

are my friends, but if they are going to interfere, then they can't be at

ringside. I do all of my fighting myself.

Howard: Okay, that's all I've got.

B. Classon: Say, Ross, you can stay for lunch if you want. We'll feed

you.

Howard: What's for lunch?

B. Classon: Whatever Unsinn wants to fix.

Howard: Okay...