WIRE INDEX:
#1: The Crushin' Russian
#2: Brian J. Blottie
#3: The Rebels
#4: Alan Soriano
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THE CRUSHIN' RUSSIAN

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Cameraman:  Whoa.  Looks like a disaster hit.

CRussian:  A disaster will hit your face if you don't shut your fat a**
mouth and sit down.

cameraman:  fair enough.

CRussian:  I've said this before, and I'll say it again--If I ever find
the
guy who sold my contract to the dumb motherf*ckers that run the NACW
it'll
be the bloodiest day you've ever seen.  I've never been dicked around so
much in my life.

Cameraman:  Yes, it seems that Mr. Pato and the bookers have put you in a

rather precarious position.  Will you wrestle Kitching for the T.V. title
or
will you stick to your quest for US gold?

CRussian:  I don't get it....I just don't understand how such stupid
people
could get power in a wrestling fed.  They just don't get it.  Soooooo
retarded.

Cameraman:  What do you mean?

CRussian:  I don't know let Vlady explain it to you.

Vlady (CR's manager)  I don't understand why they think he would even
want
to show against Kitching other than the enjoyment of beating him to a
bloody
pulp.  CRussian has a trial on Wednesday, May 26th at 10am.  The lawyers
tell me he's probably in for 2-3 months.  If he steps into the ring with
Kitching and beats him senseless and takes his worthless title, he does
himself no good.  The TV title has to be defended at every pay per view
or
it is forfeited.  And in this fed, I guess all belts only change hands by

paper contracts anyway!  So even if CRussian was irrational and decided
to
step into the ring and obliterate Kitching he would automatically forfeit

the title.  So don't expect a big bout on Sunday Kitching, maybe you can
just whack off and pretend like your wrestling the greatest technical
wrestler on this continent or any other.

CRussian:  And that's only half the reason why I won't see you Sunday.
Why
do I give a sh*t about your mediocre a** anyway?  I don't give a rat's
a**
if you live or die, or about anything you do.  But Rhodes, ah, its
personal.
  Nothing gives me more pleasure than the thought of laying on top of a
blood covered Jeremy Rhodes for a three count.  It makes me drool to hear

the snap of your neck when I plant your face into the canvas.  I'm sick
of
your bullsh*t.  I'm sick of your Blood Brothers and Blottie and all the
rest
of your pussy a**es.  Its high time we get it on, Rhodes, and see what
gets
on.  So you see Kitching, its not about titles.  Its not about me
hoisting
your TV title over my head.  You can shove your TV title--its more than
that
to me--its about a chance to show some people around here what mother
Russia
is made of--its about beating the piss out of Jeremy Rhodes just for the
fun
of it--its about pride of Russia.  So if I have to show up on May 23rd
and
lay down on the canvas and wait for you to come out, that's what I'll do.

Because its not about me and you, buddy.  I'm not going to take your
worthless title and make a worthless defense against lowly Obediah, who I

already beat within an inch of his life, at WTII.  Keep dreaming, buddy.

Cameraman:  Wow--Kitching had a lot to say, and you're planning on
no-showing?

CRussian:  Kitching is as stupid as Jeremy Houston!  Buy a book, read it,

look stuff up before you open your mouth.  You say I won RRII by pushing
someone out with their back turned?!?  That was Blottie, comrade.  I
eliminated 9 out of the 13 participants--look it up.  And Kitching, I
think
you've got some big balls stepping in here and challenging one of the
most
feared wrestlers of all time.  But think twice before you open your
mouth.
<>Someday, when I get a fair shake, you and I will meet in
a
Royal Clash that will rival any main event.  And on that bloody, bloody
day,
you will feel pain like you have never imagined.  You will feel the wrath
of
mother Russia.  You will feel the technical assault of the Undefeated,
Unchallenged, Unbeatable Crushin Russian!!!  But for now, I have other
business to take care of, like beating the life out of Jeremy Rhodes.
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BRIAN J. BLOTTIE

*Scene opens outside of an old western saloon.  A swaying sign reads "The

Gold Dollar".  The camera pushes it's way in, and pans the room.  Rather
rough looking me, in cowboy hats and old western clothing, all sit,
gamble,
converse, and flirt with the waitress, who is also dressed in western
style
clothing.  One of the men gets up, after seeing the camera, and walks
over.
You can here his spurs hit the ground, making loud chinking noises as he
makes his way to the front of the camera*

Cowboy: What in tarnation is that contraption?

Cameraman: Ummm... it's a.... camera.

Cowboy: A "camera"?  What's it for?

Cameraman: It... videotapes stuff.

Cowboy: "Videotapes"?  What are you talking about, boy?

Cameraman: Listen, I was sent here to look for Brian J. Blottie...

*A glass is heard breaking, and the entire place goes silent.  Everyone
is
looking at the cameraman, as if he commited the worst sin in the world.
The
cowboy standing in front of the camera looks at him sternly*

Cowboy: You mean "Brian The Kid"?  He's upstairs.  But he's not a man you

trifle with.  He's a mean hombre.

*The cameraman pans the room, confusingly*

Cameraman: Ummm... I guess I'll go up and see him, then...

Cowboy: You're funeral...

*The cameraman makes his way upstairs, to a door that reads "Private -
Keep
Out".  The cameraman knocks at the door, at which point you hear a loud
thud
in the room.  Loud footsteps are heard, and the door swings open to
reveal
"The True Living Legend" Brian J. Blottie, except WAY different than
usual.
Instead of a t-shirt and black jeans, he is wearing black leather chaps,
a
button down white shirt, a black leather vest, and a black leather cowboy

hat.  He looks very ominous, and meaner than ever.  He also is speaking
in an
accent, that sounds as if he came from the south*

Blottie: Can't you read the darn sign?  It says PRIVATE!  As in, keep the

HELL away from the room!  Now what in Sam's Hill is so damn important?

Cameraman: Ummm... I'm here for the spot for the NACW...

Blottie: Heh... you mean that rastlin' federation?  Well, that's just
peachy
keen, 'cause I have a few things I need to say to a certain fella who
goes by
the name of "The Annihilator".

*Blottie steps aside, and lets the cameraman into the room.  The camera
gets
a shot of Alexa, from behind, pulling up her dress and sliding it back
on.
All it gets to see is her back, though, as her rear is already covered by
the
time the camera is in the room.  Alexa turns around, and is looking very
beautiful in her western clothing.  She has a fan in her hand, and is
fanning
herself.  Blottie walks over to her, kisses her, and moves out of the
way,
watching her fanny shake as she walks out of the room*

Blottie: Now that's a REAL woman.  Not like those damn women you have up
north.  All working and stuff.  A woman's role is in the home, cooking
for,
cleaning for... and pleasing... her man.  All women should be like that.

But, enough about her, and more about this...

*Blottie walks over to a desk, and picks the NACW World Heavyweight Title
up
off of it.  He holds it up waist high for the camera to see*

Blottie: This belt says I'm the toughest son of a bitch this side of
Amarillo.  This belt says I'm the toughest son of a bitch this side of
Tucson.  Hell, this belt says I'm the toughest son of a bitch in the
whole
world.  And I won it from a man who calls himself "The Annihilator".
Well,
the only thing that was "annihilated" the day we squared off was your
self-confidence...

Cameraman: Ummm... you never squared off.  You won that belt on a
technicality...

Blottie: Shut yer God damn mouth, city boy.  You don't know what yer
talking
about.  I won this belt fair and square in the middle of that squared
circle,
and not a single person can tell me otherwise.
   Well, I'm giving you another shot at this belt, "Annihilator".  At
World
Tour II, I'm going to show you and all yer "surprises" that I'm the best
damned rastler in the United States, and then I'm going to show the world
who
their REAL champion is.

Cameraman: Er... what's with the cowboy thing?  Aren't you a rich,
snobbish,
stuck up...

Blottie: What did I tell ya, Mr. Cameraman?  Shut yer damn mouth!  I've
always been a country boy.  My whole damn life.  And don't you ferget it!

'Cause I'm not just any cowboy.  I'm Brian The Kid.  "The True Living
Legend... of The West".  And also the best damn rastler in the world.
This
belt...

*Blottie holds up the belt again*

Blottie: Proves it.  And come this Sunday, I'm going all out.  Lassos,
hog-tieing, buckets of slop, troughs... it's all legal.  And I'm gonna
bring
it all out with me to team with "The Big Dog" Justin Russell in a
hardcore
match against Mr. Annihilator and his "surprise" partner.
   Well, Mr. Annihilator, I'm going to show you and all of rastlin' in
general that it don't matter who you put in the ring with "The True
Living
Legend... of The West", because they'll all fall down in the end.  And
after
I'm done with you... you're gonna wish we were back in the west, where
you'd
have half a chance against a REAL man like me.  And if you're doubting
that
I'm a real man, just call Alexa.  Just don't call her late at night...
we'll
be "busy".

*Blottie takes off his cowboy hat, and lays it on the desk.  He walks up
to
the camera and looks straight into it*

Blottie: This Sunday, I'm bringing the Wild, Wild West to the ring with
me.
And come World Tour II, I'm going to lasso me up a career or two,
depending
on if you bring anyone to ringside with ya, Mr. Annihilator.  And it's
all
because "The True Living Legend... of The West", says so.  Until next
time...

*Alexa walks back into the room, and the cameraman walks out.  The door
closes, but you can still hear Blottie and Alexa talking*

Blottie: How was I?  Did I sound enough like some down-home country
bumpkin
to get over with the fans?

Alexa: I thought you were trying to be like that "Stone Cold" guy... you
sounded more like a hillbilly.

Blottie: A hillbilly?  Listen, you bitch.  I sound nothing like a
hillbilly,
even if I TRIED to sound like a hillbilly.  I sounded hard, and that's
all
that matters.  If I'm going to get the fans to get behind me, so I can
screw
them over, I need to sound hard.  And I personally think I'm doing a
pretty
good job of it.

Alexa: Don't call me a bitch, Brian.

Blottie: I'll call you whatever I want to, whether it be bitch or "honey
bunny".  Now get over here and let me show you what a real man does...

Alexa: Brian, I really... whoa!  What the hell!  That has to be the
biggest...

*With that, the camera FADES TO BLACK*
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THE REBELS



The Revenger: Scotsman, Rhodes� We said yesterday that�d we�d beat you,
but guys, we have a plan� �R.L,� show them it.



Blood Boy: Hey! This isn�t it! It�s the garbage dumpster!

The Revenger: Oh, right. R.L., go get the other dumpster.



Blood Boy: That guy looked a lot like Red Leaf! And the initials� the
same!

The Revenger: �Uh, Other than the height� I don�t see much resemblance!

Blood Boy: That�s because he was covered in black! You can�t tell much!
When he comes back, I�m gonna see if it was him!

The Revenger: Come on, the man obviously has some reason to be like
that.

Blood Boy: He does?



Blood Boy: But aren�t we already going to be in Wal-Mart? Won�t there
already be enough junk there?

The Revenger: No, no, I stole this off stock and we�re hiding it. It�s
some of their best conditioned stuff!

Blood Boy: What?

The Revenger: It�s an American Wal-Mart!

Blood Boy: Oh, okay.

The Revenger: See, that explains it.

Blood Boy: Hey you, uh, R.L�. Come over here for a second.



Blood Boy: Are you Red Leaf?

Dark, Tall Man: Red Leaf don�t know of any� Red Leaf�s!

Blood Boy: Liar!

The Revenger: Wait!



Blood Boy: What the hell is going on here? I thought I saw you at
Wal-Mart yesterday, now you�re here? You don�t even live near here� You
live in Ontario, not Manitoba or anywhere. You have no reason to be at
Slam Masters, you�re not even wrestling! So why are you here?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf was here because Rev..



Red Leaf: Red Leaf here because� Red Leaf is� frequent shopper! Red Leaf
is frequent shopper at Wal-Mart.

Blood Boy: Then why were you bringing the dumpster here for us?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf�

The Revenger: Well I didn�t know it was him, so I saw him, of course I
didn�t see his face and I asked him to do me a favour.

Blood Boy: Hmmmmm�. Then why did you accept? I mean, you betrayed us
long ago!

Red Leaf: Red Leaf didn�t know it was Revenger!

Blood Boy: What?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf was looking down.

Blood Boy: Oh.



Red Leaf: Red Leaf got� got to get going!



The Revenger: What was that about?

Blood Boy: I have no idea. It did look awfully suspicious.

The Revenger: Yeah, I know.

Blood Boy: No, I mean you and Red Leaf did.

The Revenger: Oh, well�

Blood Boy: Alright. I guess I�m just imagining things.

The Revenger: Red Leaf, man� What was that guy doing in Wal-Mart?

Blood Boy: He�s probably following us. He may have the match with the
Scotsman, but maybe its all a work between them, maybe he�ll join up
with the Blood Brothers.

The Revenger: I don�t think so, man.

Blood Boy: Okay. I guess I�m a bit of a conspiracy freak today.



The Revenger: Hmmmm�. Hey, there�s that Jamie kid over there�

Blood Boy: I don�t see him.



The Revenger: Look� over..



Blood Boy: Ah�



Blood Boy: I�m alright. Who was that?

The Revenger: No idea. Red Leaf left, so it wasn�t him.

Blood Boy: Sure that it wasn�t?

The Revenger: I ran the guy off, it wasn�t him.

Blood Boy: Oh, okay.

The Revenger: Yeah.

Blood Boy: Hey, I�ve got to go to the washroom. Are we gonna keep taping
this interview, or are we just going to shut it off?

The Revenger: Keep it on, I�ve got to say a few things.

Blood Boy: Alright.



The Revenger: Come on out!



The Revenger: He already suspects.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf says not to worry.  Red Leaf know he won�t be
suspecting much longer.

The Revenger: What are we going to do?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf gonna get Sweet Revenge.

The Revenger: Sweet revenge? On who?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf don�t think you understand, you gonna Sweet Revenge
Red Leaf.

The Revenger: You�re willing to take it?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf too big not to. It won�t hurt that much, even if on
the sidewalk. Red Leaf is willing to take a bump to fool little midget
Blood Boy.

The Revenger: Great. How are we going to do this?

Red Leaf: Red Leaf dunno. Red Leaf will attack Blood Boy, you will make
the save after Red Leaf takes a few shots at him and you can do it.

The Revenger: Well alright� If you insist, Red Leaf.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf insist.

The Revenger: Okay, man. You got to get going now. Blood Boy can�t take
too long in there.

Red Leaf: Red Leaf shall. Red Leaf will just be around the corner.

The Revenger: Alright, man.



The Revenger: You better edit this stuff out, guy.

Camera Man: Don�t worry, Warren. We�ll get right to it right when it�s
over.



Blood Boy: I�m back.



Reporter: Revenger, Blood Boy, may I have a word with you?

The Revenger: No.

Blood Boy: Nah, let the man make his money, feed his family.

Reporter: Thank you. Recently we�ve seen some affiliation with Red Leaf
and Revenger�.

Blood Boy: What?

Reporter: Well you should know, I mean� Wrestling IS fake, isn�t it?

Blood Boy: What should I know?

The Revenger: No, no� I have no affiliation with Red Leaf.

Reporter: Well we ARE shooting, aren�t we? I mean, Blood Boy should know
if its booked and in the plans, shouldn�t he?

Blood Boy: What the hell are you talking about? I haven�t heard of
anything.



Blood Boy: Damn, I mean� I hate to attack people, but that guy deserved
it.

The Revenger: Everyone deserves it. Everyone�.

Blood Boy: Not everyone.



The Revenger: Revenge is so bitterly sweet, Blood Boy.


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ALAN SORIANO

(The scene opens on a beautiful beach..The coastline is being brushed by
white, foamy waves, and aqua green sea..A man is seen in the middle of
the
scene sitting in a beach chair, enjoying the weather..Kinda strange
considering a marine layer covers the beach and it is overcast...The man
is
wearing black shorts, and has slicked back hair..He wears chains, and
smokes
a cigar...He wears a towel around his neck that says "Blot Corp" on it
written in gold cursive...Just then, a well built man wearing sweatpants
jogs
down the coast and comes into the picture....The man has blond hair, a
well
built physique, and bare feet. Its NACW superstar Alan Soriano..He jogs
by
the man...)

Man: (Pretending to sneeze)Umm LOSER..UM...

(Soriano stops, and hears the man laughing to himself...He turns and
walks
back..)

Alan: Excuse me, did you say something sir?

Man:(Feeling all good now..)Yeah, I said you are a LOSER...

Alan: Uh...huh....

Man: Yeah man, my boss can kick your ass! In fact, he already has...

Alan: No, your wrong, but who says I CANT KICK YOURS!

(With that, Alan promptly picks the man up from his chair and throws him
on
the sand...Camera fades out on Alan pummeling the guy on the sand...)

(Fade back in. Now the man who was once taunting Soriano is nothing but a

head buried in a ton of sand...The cameraman looks down the shore and
sees
Soriano way ahead of him, so he runs to catch up..)

Cameraman: Mister Soriano..If you dont mind me asking, what was that all
about?

Alan:(Shrugs) Guy was being an asshole!

Cameraman: No reason to beat the holy hell out of him and leave him
there...All buried..What if he cant get out?

Alan; The reason I buried him there is so he can think about crossing me
one
more time. I have to swing back that way anyway, my house is about 5
miles
that way and up on a hill. Ill get that little puss out. Turns out
Blottie,
that hes your accountant, and from what hes told me, man, the only people
who
want to take you down more than me is a little group called the I-R-S.

Cameraman: Better than the INS that chases after Guapo Miguel, Crushin
Russian...

Alan:(Stopping) Look man, you want some information from me? I still
gotta be
training for kind of a big couple of matches coming up..

Cameraman: Okay..You saw Justin..

Alan: Yeah, I saw what that cocky bastard had to say! Allright, Ill give
him
his credit, he did help me out there..And I thanked him. But, hes screwed
me
time and time and time again, and that basically negates all of that help

that you gave me as far as I am concerned. That guy thinks hes God. And
Blottie, you think that he will be there after the money is gone or you
stop
paying him? He'll turn on you quickly as he has turned on me before. But,
you
wont listen anyway, so why do I bother? The guy is just bitter because
hes
losing his dominance, and always has to stick his nose into things in
order
to try and stay on top because his skills are lacking!

Cameraman: Anything more on Blottie?

Alan: This guy..Ha, he makes me laugh! His powertrippin is gonna come to
an
end come World Tour II when I take his title and his pride! Blottie has
never
been nothing to me but a windbag. Someone with bad breath spewing hot air
all
over the NACW. Frankly, the reason he thinks that the NACW hates me is
because, hell,he figures hes bought everyone off. Well, there is one
person
he has not bought off: My tag team partner at the next Slam Masters. A
man
who has stuck with me throughout my career, been a helluva training
partner
and a good friend. And, he and I have been through some wars in our
childhood. I can trust him. Blottie, on the other hand, has Russell. A
man
who has a history of turning on people. A man who will do anything to
have
that belt you have around your waist, or your gun belt should I say!

Cameraman: What about you ex wife..

Alan: WHo?

Cameraman: Alexa..

Alan:Who?

Cameraman:(Employing a different strategy)The fucking whore?

Alan: Oh, you mean my ex wife Alexa..

Cameraman: Yeah...What are your feelings on her?

Alan: Well, all I know is that I have someone now that gives me um
feelings
that Alexa never could. And, Im not talking about the kind of feelings
that
make your heart melt. Im talking about ones that make you shake, shudder,
and
beg for more! Alexa just made me, well, wanna have a headache. Now if
youll
excuse me..

Cameraman: One more thing..

Alan: Blottie and Russell, we'l