WIRE INDEX:

#1: Chris Kitching

#2: Chris Widmayer

#3: Alan Soriano

#4: Brian J. Blottie

#5: Big O

#6: Jason and Eddie Deegan

#7: VooDoo

#8: The Flying Scotsman

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CHRIS KITCHING

(Chris and Vanessa are sitting in their locker room, enjoying a few

drinks, and Tylenol's to take away their pains from earlier in the night

at Clash of the Titans. All of a sudden, there is a knocking at the

door)

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Chris: Yeah? Who the hell is it, and what the hell do you want?

(A voice from behind the door replies with the words

'reporter...interview...Deal.' Chris opens the door and a NACW reporter

and camera crew are waiting to get into "The Deal's" dressing room.

Chris takes a look at Vanessa and she nods.)

Chris: Come right in. Now the question is, what the hell do you three

idiots want? "The Deal" just wrestled one of the greatest matches in the

history of his career and came out with a huge victory over one "Crazy"

Chris Widmayer. Make it quick.

Reporter: Well, Chris, you sure wrestled one great match tonight, can you

give us your two cents?

Chris: My two cents?! My two cents?! Hell, I'll give you a damn

dollar's worth but it still won't matter one damn bit. The fact is, I

went into that match tonight and I did exactly what I planned to do. And

that was, open up my NACW career with a solid win. But I can tell you

this, though. Chris Widmayer wrestled one hell of a match tonight at

Clash of the Titans. I walked in, thinking it would be a walk in the

park. And you know what? It was just that. Chris, you're a damn piece

of no-good light heavyweight garbage and you have no place wrestling here

in the NACW, and you obviously don't have what it takes to go head to

head with one of the biggest dogs running in the NACW. You can come out

here later tonight and praise "The Deal" saying how much of an idol I am

to you now. How much of an ass kicking I gave you, and how you will

never, EVER cross paths with "The Deal" ever again.

Reporter: Chris, don't you think those words are a little...well, harsh?

Chris: Hell no! I would be a damn fool to come out on national

television saying some bullshit like, 'thanks for the match, Chris, I

respect you and you're a great athlete.' Uh uh! It doesn't work like

that for "The Deal." You see, I could give a damn who I wrestle against,

night in, night out. What it comes down to is my foot up your ass and my

fist down your throat, the win in my column and the loss in yours. I

work for myself in this business. I don't give a damn if I am making

friends along the way, or if I have the whole damn federation against me.

The bottom line is, I will come out on top under ANY circumstances.

Reporter: In your opinion, what sealed tonight's victory?

Chris: Well, you see, as soon as I stepped through the ropes, I knew the

match was mine for the taking. Hell, I even had the announcer's and the

whole damn arena on my side. It ain't luck that gave me the win tonight.

It was my style and my charisma. But enough about that. It's old news.

Like I say, out with the old, in with the new.

Reporter: Well, funny you say that, Chris. On April 25th at Sunday Night

Slam Masters, you will be facing Television title holder, Big O. Any

words?

(Chris takes a minute to think)

Chris: As a matter of fact I do. When I came here, all I wanted to do

first was kick ass and take names, and build up my reputation. It looks

though after my first match here, I already have a title match against

Big O. I have never had a problem with Big O. Hell, I don't even know

who the damn fool is. But for that matter, I will whip him from pillar

to post. Whipping your ass is one thing, but taking the title will be

another. Vanessa knows that "The Deal" looks good on gold, and it looks

great around his waist, so I guess "The Deal" and the TV title are a

perfect match. Now if you three would get the hell out of here, I might

get some privacy.

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CHRIS WIDMAYER

[The scene opens up in the streets of Calgary as Chris Widmayer is

walking out of the back door with his gym bag wearing a NACW T-Shirt and

a pair of jeans. A camera mugs him and a bunch of fans surround as an

interview begins to speak with Chris]

Chris Widmayer(shaking his head): Well what the hell do you guys want,

Don't you want to go talk to The Deal? I took the pin so the least you

can do is leave me alone.

Reporter: But Chri....

[Chris flags down a Taxi and jumps into it. The camera then switches to

a motel in Calgary and into a small 1 bed room. The camera then zooms in

on Chris who is sitting on the bed looking at a picture when the fax

machine begins to spit out a piece of paper. Chris grabs it and reads it

with confusion on his face]

Chris Widmayer(smiling): Well kick me and call me larry they signed me

to a title match. El Diablo, the man that shares my finisher. You see

pal you don't have to win to be the best, but if you wanna win you BETTER

be the best and I am gonna put 110% into this match. You see Kitching is

a LUCKY man and a LUCKY man never survives in a hardknocked world,

understand? So don't be walking around telling me how I got my finisher

countered because I will slap you with the blackout faster than you can

believe.

[Chris stands up and throws the lamp off of the table. He then looks at

the camera admiring his blood soaked hand]

Chris Widmayer: You see I am not gonna lay down for everybody. You all

probably sit back and laugh at me. I'M NOT CRAZY I AM EMOTIONALLY

TOUCHED. I work my ass off and some guy who ALL he can do is flip wants

a piece of me? Well pal you best shine that belt up cause Papa C is

coming to strap it around HIS waist in HIS name. Got it? Good!!

[Chris goes to the sink and rinses off his hand and walks out of the

bathroom with his hand wrapped in a blood stained towel. He then drapes

his Lucha Mask over the bed rail and looks at the camera]

Chris Widmayer(laughing): Well it looks like another "Double Debut" and

who do we have here, V, double O, D, double O. The man who put New

Orleans on the map, well sorta *smiles* How the hell did NACW sink there

teeth into a piece of meat like him. Your probably all like, "VooDoo?

Who the hell is that?" Well its easy folks he is the man who made Cajun

Championship Wrestling a household name in Louisiana. We wrestled as a

Tag Team in CCW and did a HUGE tour in Japan where I got my highest

percent of fans other than Wisconsin that is. Wow thats crazy, now the

shit hits the fan and theres no stopping where it goes......

[Chris laughs and pushes the cameraman out the door as the scene cuts to

black]

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ALAN SORIANO

(The scene fades into just outside of Alan Sorianos locker room...The

door is ajar: All that is seen is Alan, still in his wrestling gear,

getting his ribs taped by the NACW Trainer. Alexa stands beside him,

holding his hand as he winces...He lets out a scream of pain, and then

the trainer cuts the tape. The trainer then proceeds to pack up his stuff

and walk out the door, right past the NACW cameraman filming this

footage. Alan sees the cameraman and motions to him....)

Alan: Come on in..I have some things to say..

(The cameraman walks in, and sees Alan in bad shape...His face looks like

a nightmare: A cut under one eye, a bloody nose, and his ribs are

taped..Alans breathing comes in shallow bursts from the pain of his

ribs..But Alan, whose title is right next to him on the bench he sits on

with Alexa on the other side, talks into the camera...)

Alan: First off, I would like to say something to Team Classon: Guys, I

was all wrong. When I first heard about Classon having an entourage at

ringside, it threw me for an honest to goodness loop. But, I will admit

that I was wrong on this one.

Now to Billy Classon...

Billy, how long does it take for a man to truly change his evil and

horrible ways? Many would say when someone is as horrible and decrepit as

you had been when you held the World Title, then it either takes many

years of healing, or a sudden revalation. After seeing you tonight,

seeing your new accompaniment, and seeing the way you fought..Feeling the

way you fought...

(Chuckles)

Oh...Oh boy that hurts the ribs....And after the match, when we shook

hands..I can tell that something, who knows what, has happened to you

Billy. Something amazing. And maybe you have changed your ways...But,

before I go on, you fought a helluva match. I was impressed...But, to my

own credit, I stuck it out, and took an incredible ammount of punishment,

and still remained the champion. We gave the fans their moneys worth

tonight..

(Alan shifts on the bench...)

Thats better...Okay. This brings me to next week. You and I team up

against two guys who signify the cream of the talent and the scum of the

personality of this federation: Chameleon and Brian J Blottie...

Chameleon, I do not know what has gotten into your head. Ever since

Malinda has come along, you have been nothing but a rotten little shit.

You wont even defend your title without someone dragging you to the ring!

Maybe it is Malinda...Whatta shame: Giving up who you really are to some

two cent whore. Listen man, she ditched Bean when he started losing, what

gives you the idea she wont ditch you when you start losing? Alexa

here...

(Points to her)

Alexa here has stuck with me through loss and gain...But, that little two

bit tramp you have is a gold digger...And I thought you would be smart

enough to realize that..I guess I overestimated you, man. And on Sunday,

I hope to knock some freaking sense into you...

Brian Blottie. Man is this guy a piece of work. Comes strutting into the

NACW calling himself Simply Legendary. Ill tell you what I think of

that...Thats SImply Bullshit! Okay, you have won a few matches, impressed

a few people. But Blottie, you keep that little nose up in the air and

one day someone is gonna knock it right off of your face! Maybe that day

will be Sunday.

And finally, to my partner. Classon, I have been burned by many a partner

in my career. I swear to God if you burn me you will pay for it. I am

trusting you for now....I have a feeling about you..That you have

changed..But, if that proves otherwise, lets just hope it doesent....

Whatever happens on Sunday, its gonna be a helluva time for anybody

opposing the Annihilator! MARK MY WORDS!

*Static*

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BRIAN J. BLOTTIE

*As is the usual after a card, the cameras are scouting the arena,

looking for athletes to talk with. This particular cameraman walks with

a spring to his step, as he approaches an open doorway. He walks in,

excited, and knocks on the door. He zooms in on "The True Living Legend"

Brian J. Blottie, who is unraveling barbed wire from around his arm.

Blood drips onto the locker room floor, as Blottie looks up, nods at the

camera, and goes to bandaging his arm*

Blottie: You're new here, aren't you?

Cameraman: First day on the job, sir. I was hired by Paul Davidson, and

I'm Mr. Gottsegen's first new underling.

Blottie: You can call me Mr. Blottie... and you refer to yourself as an

underling? Heh, that's kinda funny.

Cameraman: Well, he is the commish...

Blottie: You're not under him, or me, or Paul. You're just trying to

earn an honest dollar... I respect that. But as for Pato, or Davidson

for that matter, neither of those men control me or you. We work for

them... but they need US. That's something Coats understood, and

something I hope Pato understands. They may run it, by it's people like

me and you... what's your name?

Cameraman: Ken. Ken Eatmon.

Blottie: Well, Ken, it's men like me and you that make this company the

best damn promotion in the world. Pato makes the matches... and Paul

hires the talent. But I put the asses in the seats, as do the rest of

NACW's finest.

Eatmon: By the way, I saw your three-way match, and I have to agree with

you when you say you're one of NACW's finest. As were the other three in

the ring with you...

Blottie: Damn straight! The Flying Scotsman and Jeremy Rhodes both

earned my respect, though I beat them both within an inch of their life.

And the extended hand wrapped in barbed wire, that was my own little way

of showing them that we entered that ring opponents, and we quite

literally left that ring as blood brothers. Whenever either of them need

a helping hand, I'll be at their side in a second.

Eatmon: You sound like you're getting a little soft. I've seen you're

previous interviews, and you were very confrontational and very vicious

about the way you talked about your opponents, and now you're talking

about how great of athletes they are. What's with the change of heart?

Blottie: Change of heart? No, I've had no change of heart. I'm still

"The TRUE Living Legend", and I'm still the best damn wrestler this

promotion has ever seen. I proved it tonight, and I'll prove it Sunday

night, but I'll get back to that in a second.

You calling me soft... most people that have the <BLEEP> to call me

that end up with my fist in their face, but I like you, kid, so I'll

answer your question. I'm still the same person I was before this card.

The only difference is that I have a newfound respect for the men I

stepped in the ring with, and feel that they are two of the few athletes

that match up to me skill-wise. That, and I like you kid. You have

spunk, knocking on my door, just barging in on me.

Eatmon: Oh... uh... sorry about that, Mr. Blottie...

*Blottie stands up, his arm now completely bandaged, grabs a bottle of

water, and drink a little. He wipes sweat off of his upper right brow,

and smirks*

Blottie: That's ok, Ken. Just don't let it happen again.

Eatmon: You mentioned Sunday Night Slam Masters, and your tag match

pitting you and Chameleon against Billy Classon and NACW World Champion

Alan Soriano. Your feelings about this match?

Blottie: The match itself, when you observe it from the outside, looks to

be an incredible match between four of the finest the NACW has to offer.

There's only one problem... I'm teamed with the "weak-link", in

Chameleon. Nothing against the weirdo, but he's been off his game the

past few weeks, and I really can't see someone with the dignity and grace

of myself teaming with someone as... disgusting as him.

As for Classon and Soriano, they're two of the so-called "legends" of

the NACW, whereas they happen to be stepping into the ring with "The True

Living Legend". Three men, each having claim to the "Living Legend"

title, facing off in a vicious display of wrestling ability and

knowledge... it's going to be the best showdown of the year. And when

the smoke clears, and I stand over their bodies, triumphant once again, I

will walk into the next Pay Per View in the match of a lifetime... the

NACW World Title match. It doesn't matter who I face, as I will walk out

of Sunday and then the PPV with wins... and a title, on the latter's

part.

*Blottie begins to pace, and seemingly thinking aloud*

Blottie: What I need to figure out now, though, is who I'm going to tag

with in that match. I don't want to call Chameleon a loser, but then

again... and The Flying Scotsman and Jeremy Rhodes are both scheduled to

wrestle that night. So who am I going to team with.

*Blottie looks up, grinning, at the camera*

Blottie: I think I'll have to choose someone with as much dignity... as

much class as me... someone who is the real "deal"... or maybe someone

with a "no nonsense" attitude. Eh, who knows. I guess we're just going

to have to wait until Sunday to find out, now won't we?

I guess that's all I have to say for now. I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and

I think it's time I went home for now. Until next time...

*Blottie stands up, and walks into the shower, as the camera FADES TO

BLACK*

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BIG O

<The scene opens at the Elk Horn bar in BF, British Columbia. Big O,

Runs-with-the-Pack, Yukon Jack, and the rest of the small town are

celebrating Big O's victory over Chameleon for the T.V. title.>

cameraman: Big O, congrats on the victory. Would you mind giving your

first interview as the new NACW Television Champion?

Big O: Sure, by the way the drinks are on me. Have whatever ya want,

eh.

cameraman: Thanks, I'll take a Bud Light. Tell me Big O, what are your

thoughts on your first NACW title.

Big O: <finishes his Pabst Blue Ribbon and asks for another> First of

all, I'm very excited. As you know, I've been working hard ever since I

got to the NACW, but I worked especially hard this last week. I really

think that I deserve to be a champion, don't ya know.

cameraman: The circumstances around your victory were somewhat strange,

any comment?

Big O: <sips his beer> Well, I'm disappointed that I didn't really get a

chance to wrestle Chameleon, eh. At first I was mad that I didn't get a

chance to prove to all the NACW fans that I really deserve to be the

champ. But, I have been told that Chameleon had no intention of making a

title defense at the Clash of Titans. I would like to take this time to

thank a great guy, and the best wrestler in the sport today, Billy

Classon. Thanks Billy, for physically bringing Chameleon down to the

ring and giving me a shot at the belt, eh. I never would have got this

title without your help. If there is ever anything you need, I just want

you to know that I'm here to help you, don't ya know.

cameraman: Big O, your first scheduled title defense will be at Sunday

Night Slam Masters on the 25th. Your opponent will be Chris "the Deal"

Kitching, a fellow Canadian. What are your feeling about this upcoming

match?

Big O: Well, I want to prove to everyone that I am a true champion, so I

am glad to be able to get a chance to defend my title right away. But,

I'm not sure that Chris "I belong in the" Kitchen deserves a shot, eh.

He hasn't been in the NACW a month and he will already receive a title

shot. He hasn't proven himself in my opinion. He is just a walking mouth

who thinks he is the greatest thing since wide-mouth beer cans. That

girl that is always with him could stand to be a little more quit too,

maybe then her teeth wouldn't get knocked out, eh. If the bookies wanted

to have me fight Kitchen, why didn't they make it a tag team bout with

Kitchen and Vanilla vs. me and Runs-with-the-Pack, eh. I think that the

shot should have been given to someone like Josh Walters. "Intensity"

has been in the NACW for several months now. He has wrestled several

good matches, even though he tends to be forgoten by the booking agents.

I think that Walters is one of the most underated wreslters in the NACW

today, eh.

cameraman: As you know, Big O, Obediah won the #1 T.V. title contender

match against Shock. You are scheduled to face him at the May

pay-per-view. Any thoughts on that?

Big O: Well, I think that Obediah deserved the win over Shock. Shock is

just another one of the two-bit punks in this fed who really trip my

trigger, eh. But, the pay-per-view match is a long way away. I think

there will be several T.V. title matches between now and then, and who's

to say I'll still be the champ. I'm just going to take this one match at

a time and starting in the morning, Kitchen is going to be the only thing

on my mind, don't ya know.

cameraman: Shawn Coats is no longer the NACW commissioner, last night

Patrick Gottsegen was officially introduced as the new commissioner. It

is well known that you and Coats didn't have the best of relationships.

What are your thoughts on his being fired, and the selection of Gottsegen

as the new commish?

Big O: I'm glad that Pants is finally gone, eh. Don't get me wrong, I

had a lot of respect for Shane "the Semi-Star" Pants as a wrestler, but

he was a terrible commissioner. I never saw eye-to-eye with him on how

this fed was run. I think that he shouldn't let wrestlers on contract

with the NACW behave like animals, eh. They give the fed a bad name.

But he seemed to take a liking to these jack-asses, they probably

reminded him of himself, don't ya know. He also played strong favorites

and if you weren't well liked by him you were restricted to a role as a

jobber, no matter how much talent you had. I had never met Commissioner

Gottsegen before last night, but he seems like a good guy, eh. I hope

that he can reform this fed and get it back on the right track. I wish

him the best of luck and I hope that he gets the support of the fans,

wrestlers, and other employees of the NACW, eh. <Big O finishes his beer

and grabs another.>

cameraman: Thanks for your time champ. That's all that I need for now.

Big O: Thank you, why don't you stay and join the party for awhile, eh.

cameraman: Sounds great. <fade to black>

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JASON AND EDDIE DEEGAN

[The scene opens in the locker rooms of a recent NACW house show in

Edmonton. There's tons of commotion, as a show is going on, and in the

background "Blind" by KoRn is playing signify Brian Blottie is probably

on his way to the ring. The fans are popping like crazy, although it

sounds muffled backstage. Wrestlers are running to and fro, some half

dressed in towels, others in their tights, extra. Patrick Gottsegen is

even seen talking negotiations with Alan Soriano.]

[Quickly, the scene cuts out front one of the doors. The door is pushed

open, allowing entry to a ragged room, with clothes and alcohol all over.

The lockers in the room are all swung open, with old shirts and various

other crappola laying around. Sitting on a wooden table in the middle of

room are two ten pound straps of gold- the NACW lightheavyweight title

and the new title, the NACW Hardcore/Toughman title.]

[The titles, of course, belong to the two men sitting around the table,

Jason "Icefire" Deegan and "El Diablo" Eddie Deegan, the Deegan cousins.

Jason's all bruised up from his battle with Insane Wayne. He's shirtless,

with a bruised up chest, from the rod shots given to him by Insane Wayne,

and his ribs are taped to go along. He's also got a cut closing on his

head, the bottom of which sticks out under his blue bandana. He's also

got on a pair of jeans, and Doc Martens for footwear. Eddie's looking

pretty as always, long, auburn hair pulled back in a pony tail perfectly,

wearing a dark green polo shirts and a pair of khaki slacks. The two

cousins are sitting, sharing a bottle of wine, celebrating a victory

earlier in the night in tag team action.]

Jason: "I swear, this stuff tastes like crap. Next time I'm going back to

the good ol' beer."

Eddie: "The wine has all the class, Jason. You're a champion. Drink like

one."

Jason: "See, though, I'm the hardcore champion. Being a hardcore champion

isn't about fancy clothes, pyschological wrestling, and wines. It's about

jeans and a T-shirt, blood, and beer. Something Wayne didn't quite grasp.

Something Flying Scotsman didn't grasp."

Eddie: "True, true... speaking of which, don't you have a return match

with the Scotsman?"

Jason: "Yeah."

Eddie: "Well, we've got the crew here. Anything to say to that?"

Jason: "I beat the schmuck before."

Eddie: "Promos, Jason, promos. Be the star."

Jason: "That's your job. But I do want to speak. To be honest, I don't

think the Scotsman is truly a contender to my title. Scotsman, you had a

shot at a world title? What happened? Pretty lights in the sky distract

you? _YOU_ are what's wrong with wrestling today, Scotsman. You're like

the retarded cousin no one wants. Yet the slugs in the crowd pop madly

for you, so Davidson keeps you under contract. Now, you're on what we in

the biz call a 'losing streak.' Jason Deegan, a triple threat match, and

... soon enough, Jason Deegan again."

Eddie: "Right, right. But what about..."

Jason: "Ahem."

Eddie: "Excuse me, there, old timer."

Jason: "You're really are a jackass. You take after your cousin."

Eddie: "Quite a compliment coming out of 'Mr. Everything.'"

Jason: "Anyway, Scotsman, that's right, I _AM_ Mr. Everything. Two time

world champion. US champion. Television champion. Tag champion. Hardcore

champion. Hell, if it was created, and I could compete for it, I won it.

I've been all over the block with the likes of Justin Russell, Crash

Domino, and the Master Edge. But you wouldn't remember them, they were

before your time. At least the last two. Now, you come in, a new breed of

the Jeremy Rhodes wannabes. Let me tell you something- Rhodes is the

innovator. Ya'll are just riding his crotch looking for that attention.

I'm _GLAD_ Blottie won that match. I've taken quite a shinin' to the

kid."

Eddie: "Now, it's my turn. Widmayer. Impressive, impressive Supercard

showing. However, there's one little problem, deary. That little trick

you finished your match with? The Flig... I mean... Blackout? _DROP IT_

now. You're idolizing Eddie Deegan a tad too much. I _INNOVATED_ that

thing. And I'm not talking about in the NACW. To the best of my

knowledge, I created that move. In fact, the only man I've seen use it

other than me is a man I have no relationship with, and he goes by the

creedo 'Mr. Monday Night.' When you're trying to ride the fame and

fortune of the best damn pure _WRESTLER_ the NACW has, you're asking for

trouble. Widmayer, you just don't have the style, you don't have the

class. You don't have the ability, and you don't have the teaching."

"I, on the other hand, have been wrestling in the pros for about a year

now, and I've been dominating the entire time. I've been bringing in a

new sense of style and class. I've been bringing in movesets the likes

that many haven't seen. Russell invents the power. I invent the finesse.

Widmayer, you got under my skin. Congrats, that takes talent. However, in

ten days... well... I'm going to teach you why you shouldn't quite be

screwing with Eddie."

[The scene fades to black as the cousins begin to clean up, ready to

leave.]

==

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VOODOO

{ESPNEWS}

Betty Ross: Hello and welcome to the start of a new hour with your all

day source for sports news, ESPNEWS. Today we have some good stories and

a shake up in the draft as Marshall Faulk has been traded, but first we

are coming to you live from the Superdome in New Orleans, as in request

from fans nation wide to add wrestling to our coverage here it is NACW's

new signee VooDoo.

{Press conference set up with NACW background and on the front of the

white table. VooDoo sits to the left of the podium as his agent is just

finishing introducing him. VooDoo has on a black Armani suit with a gold

VooDoo chain around his neck and a gold earring bearing the initials

'KS'.}

Agent: ...And now without further adou let me welcome all of you to

witness the greatest day in the future of the NACW. We are all gathered

here today, in honor of this great occasion..in other words VooDoo's in

town. But since i know he doesn't like for me to talk about him here he

is, VooDoo...

{The agent steps away from the podium and begins to clap with the

audience, as VooDoo rises with a smile on his face. He shakes hands with

his agent and then with Patrick Gottsegen. He moves to the podium as

cameras flash and security men move around the table.}

VooDoo: Well..well..well...The time has come where the V Double O, D

Double O has to come and talk to you, about coming out of retirement.

Yes...It is time for me to return to the ring, and how better to start it

off then in the place where it all started. The Cajun Championship

Wrestling, debut of mine in this very building..I remember it as if it

was yesterday. And the man I wrestled in that match is a very big reason

why I am here today. You all know im talking about that Crazy Chris

Widmayer. Me and the Crazy one go way back, so the other day he called

me up at my home, where I spend my time with my wife and kids. He

started to tell me that the NACW needs someone to change it, to make it

the best it can be.. So I told him to go on Up Close, to get some

publicity. And I have to say it worked. Because you're all here,

listening to the former CCW World Champion and Tag Team World Champion

with the Crazy one himself. But now on to the match that i have upcoming

from the MGM Grand on the 25th. Its with the Bi-Polar Bear.{laughing and

laughter from the crowd} What is up with that? I guess I'm gonna have to

call up my good friend Marty Stauffer to get some details about that. Is

that like a bicycle? I get to go up against two of them? Sounds like

somewhat a J - Bird to me if you know what i mean. But oh well, this is

the Double Debut match, so i gotta hype it somehow, so I'm gonna go and

say this. I will beat the Bi Polar Bear, and not only will I beat him,

but I'll do it in like 5 minutes. Because the V Double O, D Double O

sees it all like this, the NACW is going to be mine to take over, and let

me tell you all that I am going to the top in the quickest way possible.

At this time, I'll allow the press to answer any questions that they

wish.

{A obiese man with a beard}: Hi Charlie Stiner ESPN. VooDoo do you have

any plans for becoming possibly a tag team with Chris Widmayer in the

NACW?

VooDoo: No, not at all Charlie, we have both gone our seperate ways

since the days in Japan, but if the situation came and he wanted to.

Then I guess it would happen, but as of now we will both be singles

wrestlers. Next question.

{A black female} Tammy Jackson, WELT in New Orleans. Do you think you'll

be able to influence the NACW to come down here in the future?

VooDoo: Well ofcourse i would love to come down here to wrestle, but

that really isn't up to me, but up to the big guys.

{A white male with messed up hair} Hey..uh when..uh..yeah..man i saw you

in uhh...yeah

{Security runs in and takes the man out of the room}

VooDoo: I wanna thank MTV for letting Jesse come down here and make us

all a little more dumb with his comments.

Agent: Last question please

{Tall male} Yes, VooDoo, do you believe that you'll have the same affect

in the NACW as you had in much smaller feds like the CCW?

VooDoo: Well ofcourse, I mean, its not like I'll come in here and say

that i will have no affect at all. I have already had an impact anyways

with

Crazy Chris. Well thats all for today.

{VooDoo walks off as the camera switches back to the ESPNEWS room}

Betty Ross: Well there you go as VooDoo makes his presence felt for the

first time in the NACW. We'll be right back..

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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

[Scotsman is shown in a dark, deserted street. The rain is pouring down.

He is wearing his kilt, and a pair of boots. No t-shirt or anything

else]

Scotsman: "I bet you're wondering how you can see me here eh? I mean its

the middle of the night. Well, I just went to Dixons, and bought me a

Sony Camcorder! Now you can follow me on all my exploits, expeditions,

trips, tours, vacations, and dog walks. Excited? I am."

"I even got myself someone to hold the camera for me! Say hello Jimmy!"

[Camera flashes to a little red-headed kid, who is about 6 years old]

Jimmy: "Hi everybod.."

[SLAP!]

Scotsman: "Damnit Jimmy, stop being a camera hog. Fame has gone to your

head."

[You can hear Jimmy sobbing as the camera goes back to Scotsman]

"Now you're probably wondering whats been going on. I got put out the

toughman contest by a guy returning to the NACW, Jason Deegan. Then shit

went down with me, Jeremy Rhodes and Brian Blottie. I didn't like it. I

had no friends. Even the then commisioner, Sha[bleep] Coa[bleep] was

against me. He said I could trust him, and then I end up jobbing to the

new guy, and having no friends, only enemies. He even got me commited to

a mental institution."

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

"I don't know what happened then, but I WILL tell you whats happening

now. I have woken up, I am gullible no more. You saw it last night. Me,

Brian and Jeremy..we're all back together. We're all good buddys.

Everything is fine. And this time...me and Brian are AUTHENTIC friends."

"Anyway, suddenly the evil commisioner is gone, and everythings looking

good for the Scotsman. I have my friends back, and I even have time for

revenge on Jason "Icefire" Deegan, when I take him on for the Toughman

Title on Sunday, April 25th."

"I have just over a week to train for this match, and train I will. I

will be working my ass off, because I know that people have put a lot of

faith in me, and I aim to deliver."

"Deegan, you're going to regret coming to the NACW, asth youth willth

feelth thy Scottish Breaker, Deegers."

"I'm going to be training for the toughman contest, and I'll video-tape

it all for you. NACW has a radio station, lets start selling "Scotsmans

Toughman Workout". I'll start right now, watch and learn kiddies."

[Scotsman goes up to a bunch of bikers, and says "I want to lick all your

earlobes out." The bikers proceed to beat the crap out of Scotsman, as