WIRE INDEX:

#1: The Rebels

#2: Chris Widmayer

#3: The Cali Connection

#4: Chris Kitching

#5: Red Leaf

#6: "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes

#7: Flying Scotsman

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THE REBELS

<Scene opens with the Rebels in the locker rooms after their tag team

title victory. Revenger has the belt over his shoulder, while Blood Boy

has it on his waist.>

The Revenger: NACW, we've done it. We showed the world that we are the

best, currently, that the NACW has to offer. And we just watched the

tape, and one of the announcers said that there will be a rematch

sometime soon, and that, well, ha.... We'll defend it whenever we can!

Wherever, too. If we're in California or the Yukon. If we're in England,

or Egypt, we'll defend these straps, won't we, Blood Boy?

Blood Boy: For sure. We'll defend them against Sex and Violence, against

Scotsman and Rhodes, against the Ghettos, and any other challengers.

The Revenger: They're soon going to have to make teams out of random

singles wrestlers because of us.

Blood Boy: Or just retire the division.

The Revenger: Wait, aren't those a bit far fetched?

Blood Boy: Yeah but its the night of our title victory, what do you

expect?

The Revenger: True.

Blood Boy: Anyway, before we go, we gotta give credit... thanks to Sex

and Violence for not showing up, and to Faith and Do Wrong, aswell as the

Ghetto Boys for the match on Wednesday. Hope we can do it again.

The Revenger: Yeah, I hope.

Blood Boy: I see that the front office hasn't given us a match next

Sunday, good. We don't care if we wrestle or not, because we could have a

night off, or we could have a great match. Either way has its positives.

The Revenger: Yeah. I look forward to defending the tag team straps

against any of those teams seperately, if they would like a shot.

Blood Boy: We both look forward to that.

The Revenger: Yeah, I mean we don't want too many weeks off, just the

occassional. We don't want to use the time up when it could be use to get

less fortunates over like Bob Booreng.

Blood Boy: That guy provides tons of comic relief.

The Revenger: Yeah. He'll never be World Champion, or a tag team

champion, but he's got that good thing going for him.

Blood Boy: Shall we say anything else?

The Revenger: No, let's leave things at that. Revenge is so bitterly

sweet!

<Scene fades to black....>

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CHRIS WIDMAYER

[The scene opens in the airport as cops are around a man who is throwing

his bag to keep them backed off. There is a larger crowd around the

police that is chanting and hooting as Chris Widmayer busts through the

pack wearing his NACW Tee, jeans, and a Chicago Cubs hat. He looks at

the local news station camera man and begins to yell]

Chris Widmayer: What is this SHIT!?!?!?! I come to the airport to pick

up my ticket to Nevada and its not here!?!?!?!?!

Police Officer: Sir you need to settle down or we are gonna arrest you.

Chris Widmayer(pushing away the police): This is the biggest hit in my

ribs. How am I suppose to get to Nevada and win the Lightweight

Title!?!?! HUH!!!???

Police Officer(confused): To win th...the tit..title? Are you Crazy

Widmayer?

Chris Widmayer: Damn straight I am crazy.....And without a ticket to

Nevada I cannot win the Lightweight Title from Deegan and you know what

thats means? WELL IT MEANS I CANNOT ACHIEVE MY GOALS.

[Chris picks up a chair and throws it at the service desk]

Police Officer: SIR PLEASE WE WILL GET YOU A TICKET....

[Chris and the police walk to the service desk as the police officer

grabs a ticket and begins to talk to Chris]

Police Officer(handing him a ticket): All we got is a ticket to St.

Louis which the plane, well is leaving in 10 minutes.

[Chris grabs the ticket, pushes away the police officer and pulls his

Lucha mask out of his bag. Chris then puts the mask over his left

shoulder and walks over to a local sports station and address's the

camera]

Chris Widmayer: Deegan no matter how long or hard it takes me to get to

Nevada when I arrive at the MGM Grand I am coming to make status in the

NACW so none of this shit ever happens again. You see once again I am

put into a postion where I have to WORK my ass off to get to the top and

hell the only thing that can stop me is if I get knocked off because I am

coming at you like a MISSLE!!!!

[As Chris is looking at the gate a reporter walks up to him and begins to

ask him some questions]

Reporter: Chris, Chrisssss, I have a question for you...

[The reporter runs up]

Reporter: Whats the status of you and VooDoo???

Chris Widmayer: VooDoo? I talked to Voo earlier today and we're gonna

bring some BIG surprises here to the NACW but to start I will let him

play with the retard. See this Bear guy is exactly what I am talking

about when I say some people are CRAZY and some people are just plain

STUPID. Stupid equals you need some guy in white clothes to speak for

you. Crazy equals you can control yourself to a point and after that

point, YOU BREAK!!!

[The flight for St. Louis is called as Chris walks up to the gate. Just

before he gets on the plane he looks into the camera one last time]

Chris Widmayer: One last thing, Josh Walters, finally a man notices I am

not a washup and I got talent. Well Mr. Walters if you wanna dance with

The Crazy One give me a call and we will talk business, just sometimes it

takes a few people to make one man good, so if you wanna come see what we

can do as one give me a call. Anyone remember one thing when kiddies Get

bust living, or get busy dying!!!

[Chris pushes away the camera, grabs his bags, and walks onto the plane

with a smile on his face]

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THE CALI CONNECTION

(Fade into a house show event being held by the NACW in a small arena

somewhere in Canada...The place is semi packed, and watching a match

between David Johnston and Krunch...Suddenly, the lights go out. "Grunge

Factor" by Cruisin The World plays and when the lights come on and the

music cuts, two guys are seen in the ring just wailing on Johnston and

Krunch....They are dressed in jean shorts, Vans sneakers..The one with

long red hair wears a white wifebeater tanktop, and the one with the

spiked hair wears a t-shirt that says in blue and gray "Since 1966..Vans

Original Skate Shoes." The two men throw the other combatants over the

top rope and out, and even throw the referee out..Then, the one with long

hair calls for a microphone...He looks familiar, as does the other

one..The red head begins to speak..)

Redhead: WHATS UP ALL? Enjoying this mother fucking piece of horseshit

that this federation calls a show? Damn, I saw better fights in high

school between two bitches over a hair tie!

(Pause..Soaking in the boos)

Redhead: In case you are too stupid and ignorant to know who we are..Let

me give you a hint as to who I am...

(The redhead gets down on his knees and pretends to be giving a blow job,

bobbing his head back and forth in the air..The guy with him laughs his

ass off..Falling over..The fans murmur as the redhead talks while he does

it into the mic..)

Redhead: Oooh Mister Soriano..Ill follow you anywhere...Oooh..you taste

so good.

(Gets up, comes forward..)

Redhead: Hey Alan..Im baaaack! Dont worry, I wont tell Alexa about our

little experimentation period. Its Johnny Blaze here..And now I am my OWN

MAN! Thats right. My own fucking man! Out of your shadow and here to fuck

up beyond all recognition anyone who dares fuck with me...Now, would you

like to tell them who you are?

(The other man grabs the mic and starts singing "Jump" by Van Halen..)

Blond: MIGHT AS WELL JUMP..GO AHEAD AND JUMP..AH HA!

(Then, like Blaze, he gets serious as well)

Blond: Yeah, up until last week when Eddie "Fag" Deegan took my belt, I

was a champion in this pisshole federation. But now, Ive changed. Im too

good for all these rookies and shit like that. I am sick and fucking

tired of being a fucking goody two shoes. Thats right, Johnny Coast is

showing his true colors...

(Hands the mic back to Blaze..The fans are booing like mad..)

Blaze: Hey, all of you just shut the hell up! Listen up or my man Coast

and I are gonna have to go out there and make you all fucking respect us!

The NACW has a pretty good tag division it seems..Well, were joinin

up..And we challenge any pair of shit heads to a fight..Dont care if its

Bob Boring and Suck, or if its Alena Sorry-ono, your prestigeous piece of

monkey crap champ, and Little Billy Crackhead...We will take any

challenge..We are the Cali Connection..Remember the name..Youll be

screaming it later! Fuckin Losers! Ah ha!

(The two leave to a chorus of boos..FTB as they leave.)

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CHRIS KITCHING

(Chris and Vanessa are sitting in a room with numerous reporters and

camera crews who were sent by not only the NACW, but from various news

stations, and some from a few former federations where Chris has

wrestled...)

Reporter #1: Chris, recently, Chris Widmayer has made some comments that

make it seem like your win was pure luck. What do you have to say?

Chris: You see, the so-called "Crazy" Chris Widmayer is yesterday's trash

that has already been sent to the dump. I had the chance to take him

out, and I did just that last week at Clash of the Titans. But like I

said it's yesterday's news, and now "The Deal" is looking straight

forward and looking into his bright, bright future here in the NACW.

Basically, that's all I have to say regarding that little monkey, and

that's all I will ever say about that piece of trash, unless he comes

calling later on in life. But if he knows what's good for him, he'll

stay away from this (Chris points to himself)

Reporter #1: Well, in that match it looked like you suffered an injury.

How is that going?

Chris: There was no injury. I don't have a damn clue what you are trying

to pull but if you don't straighten out I'll come over there and do it

for you. You see, Widmayer did everything in his power to slow me down,

but I kept on going. Obviously Widmayer didn't have much, which goes to

show you that he is nothing. Nobody and nothing can slow me down. And

you'll all find out at Sunday Night Slam Masters on April 25th!

Reporter #2: Vanessa, how are you doing after your incident?

Vanessa: I am doing great. If that little prick ever tries anything

stupid like that again, it will results with one of my high heels up his

ass and a slap to the face. Let me correct that, if anyone tries to pull

that shit with me, it's all over for them.

Reporter #2: I bet. Chris, you now are scheduled to face Big O for the

Television title at Sunday Night Slam Masters. Any words?

Chris: You had better damn well believe I have something to say to that

piece of crap. I watched the tape of Clash of the Titans last night, and

I saw Big O's Television title match against Chameleon. I will just tell

you now, I have never seen anyone pull so many horseshoes out of their

ass in one night, as Big O did. You see, "The Deal" was passing through

the backstage area right before Big O was set to hit the ring, and the

man was pleading and begging to God that he didn't get his ass worked

over, he prayed for a miracle. Well, Big O. Welcome to hell. I am your

nightmare, so get ready for the scariest damn ride of your life. I can

just hear all of my fans now, praising "The Deal" and Vanessa. They will

see, that I will be the greatest damn television champion the NACW has

ever seen. Big O, I have a suggestion, play back your tape and take a

look at "The Deal's" win against Chris Widmayer from last week. Then go

over to your mirror, and take a look at yourself. Believe me, you WILL

realize that you are nothing compared to "The Deal" and that you don't

have what it takes to go bell to bell with the best damn thing going here

in the NACW...no not Alan Soriano, no not the 'Big Dog' Justin

Russell...that's right...Chris "The Deal" Kitching. Now mutter those

words to yourself, Big O, I am nothing compared to "The Deal." When the

time comes, you can throw in your little flunkies, and they will SPIKED

here and SPIKED there. But whatever you do, don't forget, you will get

your turn as well. Now if you will all excuse me, I have to take care of

something...

(Chris leaves the room as the reporters begin to shout at Chris to return

to answer some more questions. Vanessa then follows and the interview

session comes to an end.)

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RED LEAF

<Scene opens with Red Leaf, this time he's walking on the streets of

Toronto....>

Reporter: Red Leaf! Red Leaf! Can I get a word with you?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf see no harm in that.

Reporter: Then what do you think about Jeremy Rhodes, the NACW United

States Champion?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf don't have too much thought on him, Red Leaf just want

that name you just called him, US Champion, to come after Red Leaf's name

in around a week's time.

Reporter: Any hard feelings towards NACW Tag Team Champions, the Rebels?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf have none, he just congratulated him, so...

Reporter: Any other plans to come after the United States Championship?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf rename it Canadian Championship.

Reporter: Oh.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf kidding, he can't do that. But Red Leaf will hold it

for an extensive period of time, vacate it and win the World Title all in

one night.

Reporter: What?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf doubt that, but within a short timeframe, as he's done

already with the NACW. You know, taken it by storm in about a month?

Reporter: I know. Any future alliances for Red Leaf in the near future?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf doubt it. Red Leaf just finished with the Rebels so

many weeks ago, Red Leaf doubt it.

Reporter: Alright. You may go now. Pleased to talk to you.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf pleased to talk to you too.

<Scene fades to black...>

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JEREMY RHODES

<Fade in. "The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes is seated backstage at a house show,

drinking a Coke. There is a black Furby on a table next to him. His

NACW U.S. title is over his shoulder, and his long black hair now has a

braided blond streak in it. He is also wearing the NACW Jeremy Rhodes

t-shirt and a white skirt with the words "THE LOBO" in a V-pattern all

over in black, red, orange, and purple lettering. He seems to be having

a conversation with the Furby, with his good buddy (yeah, right) Tony

Davis standing beside for an interview>

Tony Davis: All right, I'm back here in the locker rooms, and I've got

NACW U.S. Champion Jeremy Rhodes seated next to me, talking to this damn

Furby...

Furby: Me Meelo! Damn!

"The Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes: Tony! You taught Meelo a new word! Thanks!

Furby: Damn!

Rhodes: There it goes again!

Davis: So, you've got a match against Red Leaf coming up in a couple of

days on Slam Masters. You got some comments?

Rhodes: Yes, I guess I do. It's nice to be back together with my good

friend, the Flying Scotsman, and with a new friend, Brian J. Blottie.

Even though I still tear up a bit from that dishwasher detergent, I'll be

fine. However, we've all got a bit of greatness ahead of us, when Brian

beats Alan Soriano and wins the World title, when Scotsman beats Jason

Deegan to win the Hardcore title, and when I beat Red Leaf.

Furby: Leaf! Marijuana!

Rhodes (to the Furby): Now, where did you learn that?

Davis: Can you get rid of that thing?

Rhodes: Oh, sure. Anything for you, Tony.

<Rhodes picks up the Furby and hurls it across the room, where it hits a

kid in the back of the head. The kid picks it up>

Rhodes: Hey, put that thing down! That's my Furby, kid!

Furby (from off-camera): Daddy, don't touch me there!

Rhodes: Um...my thoughts on Red Leaf. Uh...I think he's Canadian, so

that makes him three things; a moose, Bret Hart, or an Eskimo. He

doesn't have antlers, he's not a moose. He doesn't claim to get screwed

all the time, so he's not Bret Hart. He doesn't live in an igloo, so

he's not an Eskimo. I guess that means he's not Canadian. Maybe he's

from Great Britain, or Siberia.

Davis: Have you seen his matches before?

Rhodes: Nope. I think at Clash of the Titans, when his match came on, I

was trying on skirts. I heard he's big, though.

Davis: Do you know that he said that he was hoping that you can keep up

with him?

Rhodes: He said that?

Davis: Yes, he did.

Rhodes: Why that lying bastard! How dare he say that he hopes I can keep

up with him!

Davis: He also said that he hopes you can give him some competition.

Rhodes: Son of a bitch! Next thing you know, he'll be saying that he's

been wearing my skirts! I let Scotsman borrow that one with the elastic

waist once, and he stretched it all out, so I haven't been letting people

borrow my skirts.

Davis: What?

Rhodes: Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, Red Leaf, don't you worry. I'll

give you some competition, and I can damn sure keep up with you. You

see, size means nothing to me. All I know about size is that you just

wear a different clothing size that I do. So, Red Leaf, you bring

yourself to the ring on the 25th, and I'll show you just why I am the

U.S. Champion, and why the Scotsman trusts me to order his food for him

at McDonald's.

Davis: Okay, we've heard just about enough tonight. Goodbye from the

locker rooms.

<Fadeout>

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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

[Scotsman is seen sitting at a bar with a smile on his face]

[Jimmy is working the camera again]

Scotsman: "Hey there NACW. As you all know, I've got me a toughman title

match next Sunday. I've recieved some complaints from my fans, telling

me

that I shouldn't go for this title because I'm not a tough man."

[Scotsman crouches over the camera and starts whispering]

"Its all lies, ya hear me? Why just last week, my girlfriend said "do I

look fat in this?" and I said "yes". Thats tough for you. Don't give me

all this 'going through a table', and 'falling 900 ft onto large metal

spikes' crap. I've been there, done that, and ripped up the t-shirt."

"But I've decided that I should start working out for this toughman

contest

anyway. So for a start, I've decided to start smoking. I feel this

hobby

will be for the better of me, and for all of the NACW. Plus it will give

Mr Deegan a chance against me."

[Bartender comes over]

"I'll have a pack of Virginia Slims please."

[The bartender laughs, and hands them over]

[Scotsman lights one up and starts smoking]

"Right, now *cough* I'll...*cough* *cough*"

[Scotsman starts spluttering, and his eyes go red]

"My my, these must be the strong kind! *cough* *wheeze*"

"I'll have a *cough* white wine too please. No make that

red..wait..white..wait...actually, I'll have an orange juice. Alcohol

and

roleplays don't go too well."

Barman: "Don't you mean interviews?"

Scotsman: "Shit! I almost broke kayfabe! Jimmy, edit that last part

out."

Jimmy: "Yes sir Mr Scotsman."

[Scotsman knocks back the orange juice, and then starts slurring his

words]

"My my..thosh..those orangey things really have a...they have a good.."

"Oh wait, theres no alcohol in them. Damn."

Jimmy: "So you were just faking that?"

Scotsman: "Yep...oh wait, edit that out too Jimmy."

Jimmy: "But Mr Scotsman, I have to go to kindergar.."

Scotsman: "You sure do Jimmy, you sure do."

"Now I see these two loving brothers, or fathers and sons..or transsexual

sisters..or whoever they are..Jason and Jeddy Deegan."

Jimmy: "Eddie."

Scotsman: "No, my names Scotsman. Not Eddie."

"Now Jeddy and Jaddie, with their titles..they think they're all so good.

They think they're high class, better than us working class people. With

their posh jobs..fancy wine clubs.."

Jimmy: "Where did you hear about this?"

Scotsman: "The internet Jimmy, the internet. Sushi-X reported it, and as

Sushi says, 'IF YOU WANT IWZ TO STAY UP YOU MUST CLICK THE BANNER'."

Jimmy: "That doesn't make any sense..."

Scotsman: "Neither do you Jimmy, neither do you."

[Jimmy has a confused look on his face]

"Now Jason, I don't know what you're talking about. Retarded

cousins..lights in the sky...losing streaks...you don't make a lot of

sense. Thats why when we fight, I'm going to help you out buddy. I'm

going to kick the sense back into you. Sure I had a shot at the world

title, but look at me now. I have a camcorder. Thats more important

than

a world title. Can you take a world title belt to Disneyland? Well, can

you? I doubt it. Mickey would get pretty pissed off. He'd be like 'The

Mick says know yer damn role, and get that roody-poo, candy-ass

RSPWF-Rejected NACW crap out of my arena, otherwise The Mick is going to

lay the smack down on your candy ass.'"

"Now a camcorder. He'd be like 'The Mick says you're a pretty cool guy.

Wanna go for a few beers?'"

"You go on about how you've held all these titles. Good for you. Funny

thing is..you also lost these titles I assume? Oh well, after we meet,

you

can notch one more up in the "titles I've lost" notebook that you carry

around. I've seen that notebook. Its a pretty big notebook. You

must've

lost a lot of titles."

Jimmy: "But it also means hes won a lot of titl.."

Scotsman: "Damnit Jimmy I don't pay you to talk."

Jimmy: "You don't even pay me...you even steal my lunch money!"

Scotsman: "Whats wrong with you? I didn't steal it. I BORROWED IT. And

it

was all in a good cause."

Jimmy: "You spent it on a porno magazine! And you threw that out after

all

the pages were stuck together!"

Scotsman: "Yes, so I recycled paper! I saved the enviroment...the ozone

layer..I just about stopped that problem..with me buying that magazine.

You ungrateful little tyrant. Now shut up and wrestl...um..video."

"Thats my new slogan: Shut Up and Video Me."

"Now I'd like to extend a huge welcome to the newest additions to the

NACW,

VooDoo and Bi-Polar Bear. As you guys can see, we're all a huge happy

family here. An incestuous family yes, but that shouldn't matter much to

you guys. You seem like you're both into that sort of thing."

"Anyway, NACW you have to watch out. You've seen what I can do before,

and

now my mind is settled, and I'm ready to do it again. I'm going to

settle

down, I'm going to buy my a home. Know what? I'm going to introduce you

all to my girlfriend someday. And my guinea pig! Actually..I'm going to

buy a cat! And a dog! They'll all come down to the ring with me...they

can be my Kreek.."

Jimmy: "Cliq..or Klique....its a disputable fact."

Scotsman: "Disputable? You're only 6 fucking years old. Go wash your

mouth

out with soap."

[Jimmy runs to the bathroom, taking the camera with him.]

[You can hear Scotsman ask someone if they've ever played Blind Man's

Butt,

then the smash of glass, and the sounds of Scotsman screaming in the

background.......]