SNSM deadline tomorrow, WTII deadline on May 26.  We will keep RP wires
up and running during the SNSM writing process to keep RP's moving for
WTII.

WIRE INDEX:
#1: Josh Walters
#2: Chris Kitching
#3: Alan Soriano
#4: Brian J. Blottie
#5: Bob Booreng
#6: "Big Dog" Justin Russell
#7: The Rebels
==
==
JOSH WALTERS

<>

Walters:  Good to see you guys.

Cameraman:  Yeah, good to see you.  Let's get down to business.  First
off,
what about McWhirter and Trainor no-showing your match last week?

Walters:  Typical.  It is obvious that McWhirter doesn't want anything to
do with the best up and coming star in the NACW!  McWhirter why don't you
do us a favor and forfeit the match at World Tour II.  Wait...Show up so
I
can humilate you and send  you back to the minors where you belong.  You
make me sick, McWhirter!  You have a tag match with me turn on me and
then
don't show up for your ass whupping.  Well, actions or lack thereof speak
louder the words McWhirter so if you don't show up to World Tour II,
don't
ever show up in the NACW again because I will hunt you down.

Cameraman:  Besides not having a match what did you think of the rest of
the card?

Walters:  Well, it was a big night.  My teacher Brian J. Blottie is your
new champion.  What a great job by Blottie to sucker Soriano into his
demise.  On that note I don't know who Justin Russell thinks he is but I
will be more than happy to take care of him for you Blottie, just say the
word.  The Deegans got the tag team belts in a hard fought battle.
Congratulations to them.  In the worst move of the night Bob Booreng will
be awarded the title at World Tour II but in the best move of the night
Big
O gets a shot at.  Take it to him Big O.  And finally the Russian
continued
his winning ways.  It is just too bad that he will have to sit in jail
after that.

Cameraman:  Well thank you for your time and good luck at World Tour II!

<>
==
==
CHRIS KITCHING

(Scene opens with Chris "The Deal" Kitching and his beautiful valet,
Vanessa, watching a movie, Rocky IV to be exact.  Chris is getting near
the
finish of the movie, where Drago and Rocky are boxing in Moscow, Russia.

The movie comes to a close as Chris turns off the movie and turns to the
camera)

Chris: Hell, if some pathetic American can defeat a "rock-solid" Russian,

then this is gonna be way too easy for "The Deal" when he comes face to
face
with the biggest piece of international trash in the NACW.  You can be
sure,
when I beat you on Sunday, your country will love me, but as if they
don't
right now anyways.  You see, guys like Crushin' Russian don't grow on
trees,
that's for damn sure.  No one in their right mind would EVER, and I mean
ever want to step into the ring with the NACW's greatest TV champ ever.
You
can laugh and say, "TV champ? IS that it" but I really don't give a shit,

because I am going to take another step up that ladderby taking you out.

You see, Russian, I could easily throw the match on Sunday night, giving
you
my title and leaving me with a match against, ha, "The Lobo" Jeremy
Rhodes
at World Tour II in Japan.  Hell, if I ever won the damn US title, you
can
guarantee it would be renamed the Canadian Title the same damn night.
And
do you know why that would happen?  Because I can.

(Chris stands up for the camera)

Chris: Take a look at me.  I am the biggest and baddest and the fiercest
competitor the NACW has ever had to offer.  You think you are hot shit,
when
you talk about how everyone is afraid of you and how no one wants to face

you.  Well I have got news for you!  I want this match more than anything

else in the world.  When Sunday night comes, nothing matters anymore,
because I will be whooping your ass from pillar to post.  Screw a match
with
Soriano and a mystery partner against a little bitch in Blottie and a
little
wiener dog like Russell, when The Deal is in town, he will steal the
show,
this Sunday, the show belong to The Deal, and you can be damn sure I am
walking out of the arena with my belt over my shoulder.

(Chris takes a seat once again on his couch)

Chris: You see, I am from Canada, Winnipeg to be exact.  A good five hour

drive north of Fargo, and you know what?  There will be so many damn fans

screaming my name, praising me as soon as I step foot in that ring, hell,

even when I cross the damn border, and you can be damn sure that I don't,

and will not walk out of The FargoDome, hold on, V, where the fuck am I
wrestling on Sunday night in Fargo?  Fuck it, it doesn't matter, because
I
will be the NACW's Television champ on Monday morning.  Russian, I don't
give a shit what you have to say, this is a new day for The Deal, some
sort
of new beginning, even though there was no ending to the last, and it's a

damn new outlook on life.

(Vanessa gets up and walks over to sit beside Kitching)

Chris: Oh, and Obediah, some words of advice for Sunday night; don't
screw
with me.  You stick your nose in my match with Russian, or even in my
business on Sunday, and you can be damn sure I will send your ass packing

back to your holy land.  Not even a prayer will save your holy water ass
at
World Tour II in Japan.  And Russian, this is no rookie rumble where you
sit
your ass down and let everyone do all of the work then strike when your
opponent's back is turned, I know how you fight, and this time, your
opponent's back won't be turned, because when it is all said and done, I
will stand over you, and watch you bleed, and just ask yourself this
question, "how did I get into this mess?"

(The scene fades away as Chris and Vanessa begin to talk quietly)
==
==
ALAN SORIANO

(Scene fades in. It is at the home that Alan and Alexa Soriano had shared

before , well, thing happened.. An NACW camera crew has pulled up to the
curb
in the NACW van. A single cameraman steps out of the side of the van..)

Cameraman: Allright..Pick me up in about 15..And, bring me back a bagel!

(The crew screeches off..The young cameraman walks tentively up to walk
way
to the door..You can tell by the way the camera is shaking and moving
slow:
Obviously, he doesent want to become another victim of Sorianos rage. He
walks to the door, and rings the doorbell..And hears something... Sounds
like
a young woman..Laughing...Then, a male voice..)

Voice: Be right there!

(The cameraman gasps..)

Cameraman: OH FUCK! No way..Blottie wouldent be with Alexa here! Even hes
not
THAT stupid..Oh my God..

(Just then, the door opens..The cameraman turns the camera from the
ground to
the figure in the door...The man in the doorway is none other than Alan
Soriano, in a towel no less! And with a grin on his face that told
volumes..)

Alan: Can I help you with something, man? Need spare change or something?
I
know they dont pay you very well...

Female Voice: Your bad, Alan!

Alan: Hold on a sec...

(Alan then proceeds to turn around and, out of view of the camera, hes
ehard
talking with presumably a female..)

Alan; Oh, Im bad, huh? How bad is this?

(Pause..Some heavy breathing is heard, then a smooching sound)

Voice: Ooooh...Then, I like some bad....

Alan: Allright babe, meet me in the game room..On the pool table...

Voice: OOOOH!

(The sound of scampering bare feet running across a wood floor is heard,
and
then Alan, in his towel, steps onto his front porch and sits down on a
step...His legs are  kinda closed and his hands are over the opening in
his
towel so the whole street doesent get a shot of what a real man looks
like...The cameraman sits next to him and turns towards his face...)

Cameraman: So, took Rhodes advice?

Alan: Rhodes...Oh..No! Geez, not the whores he was talking about..Jay
Ryan
visits those whores! This is someone Rhodes may know very well...But
no..Remember the other night? Remember that girl who came up and got in
my
truck?

Cameraman: Yeah..

(Alan winks at the cameraman...)

Cameraman: Ahhhhh..You dog..Wait, arent you breaking a commandment?

Alan: Adultery? Nah..Thank God for the Dominican Republic...

Cameraman: Huh?

ALan: Three great things come out of the Dominican Republic: Bananas,
Baseball players, and 24 hour divorces! Blottie doesent know this, but I
called Alexa yesterday at Blotties Michigan resort. She agreed to meet me
at
an airport in Panama..We didnt speak..She saw the tape of the aftermath
she
helped cause...But, she wanted to get this over with just as much as I
did,
so we went to a court, and bada bing badda boom, Alexa and I were no
more!!

Cameraman: Ooooh...Harsh..Are you okay man?

(ALan bows his head..)

Alan: Im feeling bad...

(Then laughs..)

Alan: HA! YOU KIDDING? Im feeling great! Man, you dont know half the
stuff
Alexa gave me hell for, and Blottie will find out soon enough that, well,

ALexas picky! She likes her side of the bed all the time, doesent eat
meat,
and when she does, she doesent do it right, if you get my drift! But, in
there...I got someone who beats her in every single way possible. She
listens
to me, and knows what I want and need...And now, I can concentrate on two

things: Getting my title back, but first, taking on two people I
sincerely
hate in a hardcore brawl..Bitch Blottie, and Justin Nasal.

Cameraman: WHy nasal? [Aside from the fact it's his real-life
stepfather's last name... - JR]

Alan: Because even when hes trying to be all hard, he speaks MONOTONE. HE

CANT YELL! He has no emotion. The guy must be horrible at parties, what
about
in bed? He must be like.."oh courtney..oh..oh.." It must be so damn
funny!
And Blottie...well, its rare you get a chance to do something you really
wanted to twice, but I will here, boy I tell ya! First, Ill brawl his
down,
then Ill pin his wannabe rich ass shoulders to the mat and get his, I
mean
my, title back!

Cameraman: Any news on the mystery partner?

ALan: ALready got him..Hes booked and ready to go...And, no, you dont
know
who he is and cannot possibly know who he is...Youll see, thats all..

Cameraman: Allright...

(The van comes back and honks..)

Cameraman:(Standing) ALlright, thats my ride..Any last words?

Alan:(Into the camera) Blottie, you think you have everything figured
out..Once again, like the villian. But, I will find a way to beat you, I
will
find a way to get my title back, and I will have fun hearing you squeel
little man!

Female Voice: Alllan....Why doncha try and make me squeel, BIG MAN...

Alan: Well, gotta go...Blottie, after this workout, I start another one:
But,
during this one, I wil lbe thinking about how you tried to ruin my life:
During the one, well, COMING UP, Im just gonna think about..well,
baseball..Guys, you know how it is! Peace!

(Door shuts, and some commotion is heard as the cameraman turns off his
camera..Static..)
==
==
BRIAN J. BLOTTIE

*Scene opens on a long, sandy expanse, much like Alan Soriano's training
grounds for World Tour II.  "Eye Of The Tiger" begins to play, the
throbbing
beat pulsing and pounding loudly.  Suddenly, the camera cuts to two legs,

pumping up and down, running.  It follows them, and zooms upwards to the
lean, cut body.  You can't see his face, as the sun leaves a shadow over
it,
masking his identity.  Sweat pours down off of the man as he runs with
purpose.  Cut to another scene, where the man is doing push-ups, his
well-defined arms forcing his body up again and again, straining each
time to
keep his weight off the ground.  The next scene shows him doing sit-ups,
his
taught stomach and muscular back bulging with each repetition.  Finally,
cut
back to him running.  The sweat is literally dripping to the ground,
leaving
a trail behind him.  He keeps running, right past a beach chair... and
the
camera quickly swings back, the music stopping with a screech, as if
someone
had just stopped a record too quickly.  Sitting in the chair, the NACW
World
Title in his lap, using it to sun himself, is "The True Living Legend"
Brian
J. Blottie.  He is wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, and looks to be
very
relaxed.  Then Alexa Soriano enters the scene from the side, staring back
at
the man who just ran past.  She shakes her head, and reverts her
attention
back to Blottie*

Alexa: It's done...

Blottie: Good.  Now we can get to the business at hand, and we don't have
to
worry about Alan getting in the way.

*Alexa goes to kiss Blottie, but he pushes her away*

Blottie: HEY!  You're getting in my sun!  We'll take care of that later,
I
don't have time to play smoochie woochies with you now.  I need to sit
here,
get my sun, and think.

*Alexa looks angry at first, then the expression changes to sorrow*

Blottie: Don't be giving me those puppy dog eyes.  You know I hate that.

Here, *Blottie pats the ground* sit next to me.

*Alexa sits down, and Blottie pulls the sunglasses off his face*

Blottie: Let's go over this now.  We contacted Big 14, right?

Alexa: Yeah, and he's in.

Blottie: And we got ahold of the Brothers, and told them about the
plan...

Alexa: They're all for it.  They actually started laughing when I told
them
about it.

Blottie: Good.  Lastly, is Russell along for the ride?

Alexa: He's the problem.  I talked to him, and he told me he'd do what
he'd
do.  I don't think he's with us on this one.

Blottie: Damn it!  I don't need Russell getting in my way.  This is a
finely
crafted plan, and everything has to go perfectly.  If Russell doesn't
fall in
line, I might have to get some "outside" help to take care of him.

Alexa: You mean The D...

Blottie: Shut up, before you give it away.  I know Russell's about as
smart
as a public school drop out, but he's still not THAT stupid.  If Russell
doesn't go along, we'll get rid of him.  Period.  Next subject... how's
Josh
doing with the training?

Alexa: Rather well, actually.  He's getting a lot better at judging his
opponent's weaknesses.  And he's also taking a lot after you.  You really

care about that kid, don't you.

Blottie: Hell, he's like a son to me.  The future of this organization.
One
day, maybe I'll face him in the ring.  I just want his ass ready for any
and
all challenges I put in front of him.  He has a lot to learn, and not a
lot
of time to do it in.  He's "The Prodigy", but he's not a genius... yet.
   Hey, now that I think about it, how did things go down at the
courthouse?
You told me it was done, but...

Alexa: Alan took it too well.  I think he's been cheating on me, or had
someone else waiting in the wings...

*Alexa looks kind of distant as she says this, as tears start to well up
in
her eyes*

Blottie: No way.  Our hero is really a philanderer?!  That's too good to
be
true.

*Tears begin to slide down Alexa's face*

Blottie: Hey, don't get all weepy on me.  It's over between the two of
you.
You have me, so you don't need someone like Alan, or whatever whore he's
been
shacking up with.  What did you two decide on, during the settlement?

Alexa: 50/50.  He got the house, I got half of the money and the
Corvette.

Blottie: Not that you need money or some fancy car.  You have me to give
you
all of that, and more.

*Alexa leans over to kiss Blottie, but he pulls away again*

Blottie: What did I say?  Get OUT of my sun!  We'll kiss, hug, and do
other... ahem... things, later.

*Alexa looks at Blottie, a stunned look on her face, and then she lays
back,
sullenly*

Blottie: You know I love you, I just have a lot on my mind.  Don't worry
about it.  Here take this...

*Blottie hands Alexa a check*

Blottie: ... and give it to Justin.  Tell him that he'll get double that
amount if he goes in with me on this plan.  If he doesn't... just tell
him it
was nice doing business with him.

*Alexa looks at the check, as her eyes light up*

Alexa: Ummm... isn't there one too many zeros on the end?

Blottie: Heh... no.  Justin is an expensive man.  But well worth the
money...

*Blottie pats his World Title, as he sits up and looks into the camera*

Blottie: The plan is set, and all I have to work out is the kinks.  You,
Alan, will find out about the plan May 29th, at World Tour II.  Be ready
for
the worst, because that's exactly what I have planned for you.  And as
for
this Sunday... you have your first shot at taking me down a notch.  Let's
see
if you can do it, "hero".  Because no matter who your partner is... I
have
the "Big Dog".  And it's going to be a long Sunday night, trust me on
that
one.
   As for Alexa... I haven't had a chance to see if she likes "meat", but

tonight, maybe I'll give her a little go around.  Hell, I know her
insides
are silky smooth, I might as well find out if her mouth is as nice.  And
I
don't care what whore you found laying on the street is with you, because
I
have something one hundred times better than any kind of sex... the World

Heavyweight Title.

*Blottie smirks*

Blottie: Not that you would know anything about that.  Because while I'm
the
TRUE champion, you were always just a champion on paper.  And while I'm
"The
TRUE Living Legend"... you're just a legend in your own mind.  Until next

time...

*Blottie stands up, World Title in hand.  He slings it over his shoulder,

waits for Alexa to get up, and slides his arm around her waist.  The shot

changes to behind the two of them, walking into the sunset, as if it were
a
beautiful ending to a great movie... and then Blottie's hand slides down
to
Alexa's ass, giving it a squeeze.  Alexa jumps, and lightly slaps Brian
on
his chest as the camera FADES TO BLACK*
==
==
BOB BOORENG

( Fade in:  The lights rise at the ESPN4 Sports Center News room.  The
studio is pretty much vacant and dark at the moment.  The main source of
light in the room is the news desk set.  A lone light peers down on the
desk.  The room is cool and well ventilated by an economic and efficient
heat pump.  Two individuals stand in the shadows quietly speaking.  One
man
is dressed in a blue-blazer with slick black hair.  The other man wears a

pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt.  An outside door at
the
East end of the studio opens.  Harsh sunlight momentarily pierces the
tranquillity of darkness as two men enter the studio.  As the two men get

closer it becomes easier to identify them.  Bob Booreng approaches the
camera with Tony Davis walking beside him.)

Man in Blue-blazer:  Hello, you must Bob Booreng.  I am Chuck Whogares.
We
spoke on the phone.

Booreng:  Hi Chuck.  I would like you to meet my advisor, Tony Davis.

(The men exchange handshakes, smiles, and make some small talk.  After a
few
minutes of chit chat, Chuck gets down to business.)

Chuck:  Well anyway, I should probably tell you why I invited you here.
We
would like to a short piece on you.  We have compiled some footage of
your
matches.  We put together a nice little package.  I will introduce the
piece
on camera, it will play, and then I would like to get some reaction from
you.  It will air on ESPN4 at 3:30am and again at 5:00am.

Booreng:  Sounds good to me.

Davis:  Is that the best you guys can do?  3 and 5 am?  Who the hell is
going to be awake to even see the piece then?  I mean come on, this is
ESPN4
for god's sake.  Only about 200 people nationally even get this crap
station...

Chuck:  We are trying to promote Bob.  This is good deal for you guys.
Your
pay per view is coming up.  You can plug some of the matches on the
card...

(Tony Davis is becoming quite irritated.  At 6' 6", 275 lbs.  he is an
intimidating figure.  Chuck and the cameraman begin to look uneasy.)

Davis:  We want real exposure.  We demand the piece gets picked up by
ESPN3
and plays in decent time slot...

Chuck:  Now, I can't promise...

Davis:  This is the most galvanizing guy in sports internetment.  He
should...

Chuck:  I will make some calls.

Davis:  Make it happen.

Chuck: OK, OK.

Booreng:  It isnt that big of a deal.  It doesnt really matter.  I am
happy to be here.  I cant wait to see this.  This is my first time in an

ESPN studio.

Chuck:  I guess now is a good time to begin.  If you two would just stand

over there.  I will introduce the footage and we can begin.

(Bob and Tony move into the shadows.  Chuck moves to a blue-screen set.
The
camera begins to roll.)

Chuck:  The popularity of pro wrestling continues to soar.  A fast
growing
and very popular independent organization, NACW is among the booming
federations.  NACW is populated by some big names like Justin Rustpel,
Billy Assowen, the Drunken Irishman, the Charging Hangarian and Bob
Booreng.

Booreng:  Wooooo!  Stop.  Do even know what you are talking about?

Chuck: Cut.  What is wrong?

Booreng:  The only name you got right was mine.

Chuck:  Oh...

Booreng:  The names are Justin Russell, Billy Classon, Flying Scotsman
and
Crushing Russian.

Chuck:  OK, Sorry.  Lets try it again.

(Camera begins to roll.)

Chuck:  The popularity of pro wrestling continues to soar.  A fast
growing
and very popular independent organization, NACW is among the booming
federations.  NACW is populated by some big names like Justin Rasputin,
Billy classoven, the Fetish Scotsman, the Cruising Russian and Bob
Booreng.

Booreng:  Umm.  You still got them all wrong.

Chuck: Cut!  Could you please not interrupt me?  We will fix it in
editing.

(Bob shrugs.  Tony Davis has wandered off to tour the studio.)

Chuck:  The popularity of pro wrestling continues to soar.  A fast
growing
and very popular independent organization, NACW is among the booming
federations.  NACW is populated by some big names.  (Chuck quickly
glances
at Bob, then continues.)  Bob Booreng is among the fastest rising stars
in
wrestling.  Ladies love him, girls adore him, and men marvel at his
stunning
skills.  And we wonder why SAT scores are declining.  We wonder why there

are homeless people in the world.  You wonder which people appear on talk

shows like Springer.  Your answer, Bob Booreng fans.

Bob Booreng, he started off as a small joke and has since turned into an
enormous laughing stock.  His career has thus far been lackluster.  He
has
been destroyed and beaten in all but 2 of his matches.  And they
lightning
cant strike twice.  Here is a clip of Bob in the ring.

(The blue screen lights up as clips of Bob; Being eliminated from the
Rookie
Rumble, pinned by Red Leaf, thumped by Rob Trainor, crushed by Shock.
The
clip ends and Chuck begins to speak again.)

Chuck:  On May 29, 1999 NACW will host a pay per view titled
Youre-Old-Performers-Too.  There will be many great matches on the card.

Also appearing on the card will be Bob Booreng.  At
Youre-Old-Performers-Too  Bob will be given the Lightweight
championship
belt.  That is why we have brought him here today.

(Bob moves in beside Chuck.)

Chuck:  Thanks for joining me today Bob.

Booreng:  No problem, Chris.

(Chuck grimaces, but continues.)

Chuck:  You are going to a legend after May 29.

Booreng:  How so?

Chuck:  You will be awarded the title just before the match begins.  Your

opponent Big-Hoe, being a former Television Champion, will likely beat
you
with in the first minute of the contest.  You will go down in history as
the
champion with the shortest title reign in history.

Booreng:  I dont know if that is... Hey!  I intend to beat Big-Hoe!

Chuck:  So are you going to pimp the hoe?

Booreng:  Listen gopher-head, I will be named champion on May 29.
Big-Hoe
is my opponent.  If you want to doubt me, fine.  If you want to mock me,
go
right ahead.

(Bob grabs the mic from Chuck.)

Booreng:  I have worked my butt off to get where I am.  This isnt how I
wanted to win a title, but so be it.  On May 29 - Big-Hoe is going to
taste
my resolve.  Big-Hoe, I am going to pin you down and pimp slap you.  You
are
nothing but a rotten bucket of monkey spunk.

Chuck:  I would like to finish this story...

Booreng:  Listen Cliff, this interview got off on the wrong foot.  You
badmouthed my fans, my ability, and my fellow wrestlers.  I dont have to

stand here and take this.  You want to finish the story - tough.  Big O,
I
am gearing up.  I am getting ready.  I am studying your previous matches
and
I am taking notes.

Chuck:  Hello?  I...

Booreng:  Big-Hoe, I cant wait for us to go toe to toe.  You are
definitely
a mighty foe.  But, compared to The Bob, you blow!  The Bob says, youre
gonna pay the toll!

(Bob politely hands the mic back to Chuck.)

Booreng:  Thanks Chip.

(Tony Davis is just re-entering the studio.  Bob motions to him and they
both leave through the side door.  The side door happens to be a broom
closet.  They get out of the broom closet and exit the building.)
==
==
"BIG DOG" JUSTIN RUSSELL



Reporter: Justin Russell, quite a few fans are angry with you for what
you did to Alan Soriano.  How does that make you feel?

"Big Dog" Justin Russell (a little incredulous): Excuse me?!  Soriano
starts bashing my right to even be in the federation that I built, and
I'm the bad guy?  Are we talking about the same ungrateful Alan Soriano
who referred to me as "gimpy," even though the only reason he was wearing
the World title was because I allowed it?  It's not that he was making
fun of the injury that just a month and a half prior he was calling
tragic, but he was wounding my pride.  If it wasn't for me, Soriano, you
wouldn't even have a career, you got that?  If it wasn't for me, you
would have not only never have won your first U.S. title, but you never
would have won your first World title.  Shit, Soriano, you seem to be
forgetting who poured over those contracts to get you that title shot
against Classon, trying to find that little clause to give that shot to
you.  With hindsight being 20/20, I now realize just how badly I fucked
up...I guess I made up for it, though, didn't I?

Reporter: But you basically gave the title to Brian J. Blottie!  How can
you condone his actions, let alone just hand him a title?

Russell: Because I think Brian J. Blottie is a good kid and a hell of a
wrestler.  He's got a huge repertoire of moves, he's got the
determination, and he's got the skills to impress me.  You see, unlike
Soriano, he wrestles with this intensity that can only be compared to
mine.  When Soriano won that title, he became soft.  He started to whine
about everything and anything to anybody who would listen to him.  He
complained when the critics called him a paper champion.  You see,
instead of complaining about what the critics say, Soriano, you can do
one of two things; you can prove them wrong (which is something that you
never did), or you can go out there and destroy some of the best
wrestlers on the planet (which is also something you never did).  You
wrestled in your little tag team matches, and you defended the title a
grand total of...twice, against a real toughie in Shaun McWhirter (a guy
who can't beat Rob Trainor) and against Billy Classon.  Shit, you didn't
even beat Classon.  If the kid had five more seconds, he would have
pinned you.  He also showed a bit of class when he helped you up, and how
do you thank him?  You yell at him and insult him.

Reporter: And Brian J. Blottie doesn't do this?

Russell: Listen, punk.  There's a lot more to being a champion than
simply holding the belt.  You've got to act like a champion, and that
means respecting your belt and showing class in your interviews, public
appearances, and in the ring.  Soriano couldn't show that if his life
depended on it.  He complained because Davidson banned trench coats, even
though trench coats are a symbol of murder in this country because of
what happened a month ago.  He didn't show respect to the man who
jump-started his career back when he was wrestling openers in the UIW,
and that was me.  He sure as hell didn't respect the title, because he
ducked just about every top contender except for Classon.  Blottie, in
his first defense, is going to beat Soriano, who would be the #1
contender, would he not?

Reporter: Well, Blottie was already scheduled to fight Soriano...

Russell (cutting him off): Your point being?  The match was signed to
have Soriano defend against Blottie, but thanks to a generous payoff on
Blottie's part mixed with a healthy dose of anger on my part, that match
isn't happened.  Blottie didn't have to defend against Soriano...he's
just giving him a title match because he wants to destroy the mental
midget, and frankly, I can't blame him.

Reporter: One final question, and then, I'll let you finish.  Are you
worried about who the mystery partner is?

Russell: Hell no, and I'll tell you why.  Blottie said it best when he
said that the entire NACW is either with Blottie, paid off by Blottie, or
against Soriano.  Who would want to team with him, anyway?  He didn't pay
anyone any respect when he was champion, so why even bother helping him
out?  He alienated everyone with his superiority complex.  Plain and
simple, Soriano brought this all upon himself, and now look at him.  I
was once proud to say that Soriano was fit to hold my title, but now,
when I look at him, I see the same immature, spoiled brat that I first
found when I kicked his ass the first time.

Reporter: Thanks for joining me.

Russell: Fuck off.


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THE REBELS



The Revenger: Flying Scotsman� My Friend, which I take loosely, we
didn�t loose the titles, you lost them for us! See, Scotsman� Your
buddy, Jeremy�s the one who got pinned, not us. We didn�t lose the
titles. But Deegans, don�t worry� You won�t have to lose them back,
quite yet.

Blood Boy: Well we did lose, but we were like the odd team.

The Revenger: Yeah, yeah, like anyone cares about what you think, Blood
Boy. We didn�t lose. It was Scotsman and Rhodes who lost. That�s because
they suck! And on Sunday, we�re not going to lose to any jobbers like
them.

Blood Boy: That�s true.

The Revenger: Wal-Mart� Scotsman, Rhodes, this maybe your second home,
but it doesn�t mean you have an advantage.

Blood Boy: Actually it does. They know where everything is! They can
conceal everything. They can conceal all the chairs, guitars, and all.
They can put it in the Girl�s Washroom or something.

The Revenger: But you see� They suck. Rhodes, you want to say you�re
from Manchester, well that�s fine. So I don�t have anything against you
from that viewpoint, as I only get along with English and Canadians, but
that has given me a reason for hating someone for 100% Personal Reasons,
pal.

Blood Boy: Heh. What about Red Leaf?

The Revenger: Now on to the Cali Connection, you two bastards�.

Blood Boy: First, why insult them right away and second, my question,
what about it?

The Revenger: No one cares. Cali Connection, you didn�t help us in the
triangle match Sunday, so we�re going to unleash the beasts in the NACW,
ourselves, of course. You not only screwed yourselves out of a tag title
match, but you gave Justin Russell and Billy Classon.

Blood Boy: Uh, do we have Red Leaf covered?

The Revenger: Cali Connection, you�ll be lucky if you can get out of
Japan alive. Maybe they�ll chop you up when you die and call you
�sushi,� I don�t know, but you guys won�t be going back to the lame-ass
state of California. That state�s the lamest of lame states� Which
includes New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Alabama, Arkansas, Texas,
Wyoming, Wisconsin, Alaska (especially), and the rest of them states.
Every single state sucks. Most countries sucks. Everyone sucks�.
Everyone.

Blood Boy: Not everyone!

The Revenger: Okay, every non-English, non-Canadian and Jeremy Rhodes.

Blood Boy: What about Red Leaf? And why do you go out of your way to put
everyone down?

The Revenger: Shut Up. You know I can do whatever I want.

Blood Boy: What about Scotsman and those Furbys?

The Revenger: I don�t care about Furbys, or any of his little sex toys.

Blood Boy: Furby�s are children�s toys.

The Revenger: Not to him. To him they�re 100 sex toys. Trust me, I
should know this.

Blood Boy: You should know this? What the hell does that mean?

The Revenger: I have no idea. It�s not what I wanted it to come out
like.

Blood Boy: Okay. That�s fine. I know.



Fan: Revenger! Blood Boy! You two are my FAVOURITE wrestlers!

The Revenger: That explains you wearing that �Austin 3:16� shirt,
doesn�t it?

Fan: Well I got it half price!

The Revenger: So you�re a lame sell-out?

Blood Boy: What�s your name kid?

Fan: James, or Jamie� I prefer Jamie.

The Revenger: Well of course you do. You know Jimmy goes to Jim and that
goes to James and that goes to Jamie? So it�d be a give away that you
prefer Jamie. You want your name to be the farthest possible from that 5
year-old kid Scotsman has for a camera �man.�

Fan: Hahaha. So can I have your autographs? Please!

Blood Boy: Sure, Jamie.



Jamie: And you, Revenger?

The Revenger: Kid, I don�t do no autographs.

Blood Boy: What? Come on! The Kid just�

The Revenger: Sorry kid.

Blood Boy: Come on, Jamie. Do you like McDonald�s?

Jamie: Sure do!

Blood Boy: Okay.



The Revenger: You can come out now.



The Revenger: He�s gone. He�s going to go treat this kid to McDonald�s.
I can�t stand him. He wants to be a superhero or something. He thinks
I�m going too hard on all these people by hating them for no reason. I
have a reason. That�s my own, personal reason.



Red Leaf: Red Leaf understand. Red Leaf 100% sure this will work out.
Red Leaf has made sure of it. Red Leaf has gone over the plan for days
and days now, and the only thing Red Leaf unsure of is when we shall
execute the plan.

The Revenger: Great. May I please see it and look over it myself?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf know you�ll feel it fit like a glove.



The Revenger: Yes, it seems to all fit. It fits perfectly. It�s just a
matter of when. That puzzles me too.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf have a problem with Sunday�s Slam Masters, since you
two are fighting the Cali Connection in Japan, we don�t want to put a
cramp onto Pat Goss� schedule.

The Revenger: Japan, World Tour II, that seems like a good fit. I think
it�d be a good date. The Scotsman�s title will be in your hands�

Red Leaf: Red Leaf has the same problem with World Tour though. Red Leaf
see that his match comes before your match, and that would do the same,
Revenger, you and Blood Boy have to fight those two idiots.

The Revenger: What if you can take his place? Or I can just stay out of
the match?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf don�t think so. Red Leaf will have little to no
energy left and you don�t want to get in trouble with Pato.

The Revenger: I have no problem with that.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf will talk it over with you shortly. Give Red Leaf a
time, a place or on the phone. Blood Boy is coming back with that little
punk with the Austin shirt.



The Revenger: You better edit it out, or atleast guarantee me Blood Boy
doesn�t see that footage.

Camera Man: We�ll work on it.



Blood Boy: That kid�s a good kid.

The Revenger: He�s American.

Blood Boy: What is your problem with everyone? They�re the same as you
and I!

The Revenger: He�s an American, I said. We hate Americans!

Blood Boy: YOU hate them. I have no problems with any of them. I do have
a problem, however, with the Blood Brothers, who stole our titles, and
they�re not even champions! Its like stealing something, and getting  it
taken away from you.

The Revenger: True, we were robbed. We�ll get the titles back too. The
Rebels will atleast.

Blood Boy: The Rebels will, that�s for sure. You and I are going to win
them back sooner than later. Atleast? What do you mean about atleast?

The Revenger: Oh, I didn�t mean to say that, Blood Boy.

Blood Boy: Hey, isn�t that Red Leaf over there?

The Revenger: Red Leaf, is that you?



Red Leaf: Red Leaf? Not Red Leaf!



The Revenger: See?

Blood Boy: Well he looks like him. Maybe he�s just some gothic freak who
reads children�s books.

The Revenger: Uhh� Probably!

Blood Boy: Why the exclamation?

The Revenger: Never� Nevermind.

Blood Boy: You seem a bit�..

The Revenger: No... No, I�m fine!

Blood Boy: Okay, Warren, if you say so.

The Revenger: � Umm� Exactly.

Blood Boy: Okay.

The Revenger: Right.

Blood Boy: Okay. So we�ve got Rhodes and Scotsman on Sunday. We have
them in a Wal-Mart, this Wal-Mart in Fargo, I guess. We weren�t told
which Wal-Mart, but the event is in Fargo, so I guess this is it.

The Revenger: Sure this is it?

Blood Boy: Yeah.

The Revenger: Go ask the Secruity dude over there.



Blood Boy: Hey, sir, is this the Wal-Mart where the Rebels will fight
the Blood Brothers on Sunday?

Secruity: I wasn�t told anything.

Blood Boy: But sir, you should know. They�re ridding the place of the
employee�s and all and we�re going to have an all-out brawl.

Secruity: I don�t think it�s here.

Blood Boy: Thanks for your troubles, sir.

Secruity: Glad to help.

Blood Boy: And I�m glad to�



The Revenger: Is it here?

Blood Boy: No.

The Revenger: Then�



Blood Boy: Was that needed?

The Revenger: Yeah.



The Revenger: Okay.



The Revenger: Hold on.



The Revenger: There maybe not be a lot of room, but it�s the only thing
I can do.



Blood Boy: What was that? Who were you talking to?

The Revenger: Myself. Did you hear what I said.

Blood Boy: No, but sounded like you were talking to someone.

The Revenger: Only myself.

Blood Boy: Well okay.



Blood Boy: Sir, is this the Wal-Mart which will host the NACW Wrestling
Match Sunday?

Secruity: Yeah. The Revengers vs. The Blood Boys.

Blood Boy: Well I�m Blood Boy and my tag team partner is the Revenger,
we�re the Rebels. Our opponents are the Blood Brothers.

Secruity: Sorry, that isn�t it. It says up there.



The Revenger: Okay�.



The Revenger: Yeah, its huge.

Blood Boy: Hey you, stock boy, is this the Wal-Mart that will host the
N-A-C-W Wal-Mart Brawl Sunday for Slam Masters? The Revenger and Blood
Boy, the Rebels vs. The Blood Brothers, who consist of The Flying
Scotsman� and Jeremy Rhodes?

Teenager (complete with 258 pimples): Yeah. Scotsman was here earlier.

The Revenger: We see that.

Blood Boy: Okay. We weren�t told where it was.

Teenager: Wait, you�re the Rebels? Yeah, you are!



Teenager: Attention shoppers, the Rebels of NACW fame, the former tag
team champions are in the building!



Blood Boy: I think we better get out.

The Revenger: Damn right we better!



Blood Boy: Well, I�ll go to the car, and close off with your line.





Red Leaf: Red Leaf wonder, anything else?

The Revenger: No, man, but you really have to go back in there. We don�t
want Blood Boy to see you.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf shall. Red Leaf want to kick some North Dakotan ass
anyway!



The Revenger: Revenge is so bitterly sweet�