WIRE INDEX:
#1: Chris Kitching
#2: Paul Zachary
#3: The Cali Connection
#4: Big Daddy Brooks
#5: The Flying Scotsman
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CHRIS KITCHING

(Scene opens up as Chris "The Deal" Kitching is sitting in a chair in his

private locker room which is away from all of the others, seeing how "The

Deal" was treated with VIP status all weekend in Fargo.  Vanessa is
sitting
across from Chris on a couch.  The two are sitting, watching footage of
Chris' Television title defense against Crushin' Russian earlier in the
night at Sunday Night Slam Masters.  A noise is heard from down the hall,

and footsteps approach The Deal's locker room.  A knock on the door is
heard
as Chris goes to the door to see who it is.  A NACW official then hands
Chris the finalized World Tour II card.  Chris reads over it, and smirks
a
few times, then shakes his head.  Chris then crumples up the paper and
tosses it into the garbage beside his chair)

Vanessa: Well, what does it say??

Chris: What do you think?  I am now the number one contender for the NACW

United States title.  Looks like Davidson was right, I will be facing
"The
Lobo" Jeremy Rhodes at World Tour Two.  The way I see it, Obediah just
dodged the biggest bullet of his career.  I was all set to clean up next
Sunday against him.  Oh well.  I guess bigger things are ahead.

Vanessa: That's great!  Who cares about Obediah anyways?

(Suddenly, another knock is head, and Vanessa checks the door.  It is a
NACW
reporter and camera crew.  They talk briefly with Vanessa and then enter
and
sit across from The Deal on the couch.)

Chris: What the hell do you three want?

Reporter: Well, we would like a few words with you, Chris.  Hey, start
taping now, ok guys?  So Deal, although you won the match tonight against

Crushin' Russian, your decision was reversed by Paul Davidson, giving you

your first ever loss in a NACW ring.  How do you feel now?  Any different
or
just the same as before?

Chris: I figured a retard like yourself would ask that question.  You
see, I
am probably the one guy in this world who hates to lose, at any time, at
any
cost.  Tonight, I knew that Russian wouldn't be his same old self, but
that
didn't matter to me because I knew I would still kick his ass and fuck
him
up with The Spike.  Sure, it sucks ass to lose, but that's life isn't it?

When I first came in, the one thing I said was that I would climb the
ladder
slowly but surely, and I didn't lie.  I knew I would face some setbacks
but
who gives a fuck, I mean, next Sunday night, I will be in the ring, all
alone with Jeremy Rhodes.

Reporter: As you said, it was obvious that Russian wasn't giving it his
all.
  Do you have any words for him?

Chris: Only that he is the biggest international farce I have ever seen
in
this business.  Russian, you proved to the world tonight, especially to
"mother Russia" that you do not have what it takes to go head to head
with
the most EXTREME Canadian there is, and the top prospect the NACW has in
its
ranks.  I don't give a shit if you didn't try at all tonight, though,
because even on your best day, you would not have a hope in hell of
defeating me.  I know for a fact that we will meet up sooner or later.
And
we both know, that the score is not one to nothing for Crushin' Russian.
Oh
no.  We know that it is one to nothing for The Deal.  But enough about
news
that you would find in the back of a newspaper, let's talk about a
headliner
like myself.

Reporter: Well, in less than a week, it's Kitching vs Rhodes.

Chris: You're damn rights it is.  You see, Rhodes, I don't give a shit
who
you are, or who you beat to get where you are.  The fact of the matter
is,
people will only know you for one thing, and one thing only.  And that is

that you were the man to fall victim to Chris "The Deal" Kitching at
World
Tour Two, and lose your NACW Canadian Title.  Er, US title, sorry.
Anyways
guys, I think you have gotten your fill for today.  Good night.

(Chris shows the camera crew and reporter the door and returns to the
chair
where he once again begins to watch footage of SNSM)
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PAUL ZACHARY

(Scene opens up shoowing a very large individual, some would say fat,
walking
towards the ring..The footage is obviously quite dated..It shows this
large
man dropping elbows on opponents, squashing them, but more times than
not,
hes getting his lard ass kicked, and even bodyslammed once..Then, the
footage
goes in slow motion as it shows this man getting electrocuted on an
electric
steel cage wall in a match...Suddenly, the screen goes black, and the
picture
pans out, and shows a large man standing by a television with a
remote..The
man is large, but not obese, built like a bouncer youd see at a bar
maybe. He
has long stringy black hair in a ponytail, balding on the top. He wears a

black t-shirt, blue jeans. Stands with his arms crossed and a stern look
as
he begins to speak.)

P.Z: A long time ago, my life was out of control. I was overweight, had
high
cholesterol at age 29. I was taking steroids to try and combat this, and
that
made some of my hair fall out. And, I was fired. Then, my friend Alan
Soriano
took me and helped me gain back my self confidence, not to mention lose
about
215 lbs in 2 years.

After I started eating right,and exercising, the pounds melted right off.
I
stopped the steroids, the parties. I concentrated on one thing: Getting
back
into the ring. I worked my butt off to come back and now, at 350 lbs, I
am
ready to claim my spot as a major player in this industry. I think I
proved
to many people by my showing last night that I am in top form. If I can
kick
around some of the best of the NACW like I did, then theres gonna be
glory
for me somewhere.

Glory starts this SUnday. Big Daddy Brooks, you went into that ring and
beat
the living crap out of my best friend, Alan Soriano. Now, its time for
you to
pay the price of being a coward and guarding a coward. When you feel the
wrath of my Zach Attack Power Bomb, you will know that you messed with
the
wrong people and are on the wrong side of a championship belt! Paul
Zachary
is back, and ready to demolish anyone in his way!

(FTB)
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THE CALI CONNECTION

(The scene opens in the ring of an NACW house show..)

Ann: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BEFORE OUR MAIN EVENT, DAVID JOHNSTON VERSUS
VAGGY
MAGOO, PLEASE WELCOME...THE CALI CONNECTION!!!

("SOuthern California" by Wax plays and Blaze and Coast come out. They
look
pretty good for being in a blood bath the night previous..Blaze is in a
black
trenchcoat, as is Coast, and both are wearing dark sunglasses..They have
serious looks on their faces as they approach the ring to boos..They
climb
into the ring and draw shotguns and shoot off blanks, sending the
anouncer
flying and the crowd into a panic...Good thing the crowd was only about
250
people, or the civic center would be torn to shreds..Coast and Blaze
laugh
their ases off as they remove the trenchcoats and glasses to reveal two
guys
wearing Old Navy board shorts and t-shirts that say "I survived Columbine
and
all I got was this stinkin t-shirt!". Each of them grabs a mic and begins
to
talk...)

Coast: YOU ALL ARE SUCKERS! Man, but the way we have been jobbed lately,
I
might as well go and shoot every single person around this stinking
arena...

Blaze: Especially you stupid fans. Most of you are dumb okies who live in

trailer park bathrooms and eat roadkill cooked with a Zippo lighter! But,
the
ladies know whats up! The ladies know that there are no two finer pieces
of
ass in this fed than The Cali Connection. Sexy Johnny Blaze and Cute
Johnny
Coast..

Coast: WHy are you the one thats sexy?

Blaze: It sounds better..

Coast: To you...Bastage..

Blaze: Freak..

(Both look at each other, shrug, and move on..)

Blaze: So anyway, we got these two pieces of Canadian Crap to kick around
on
Sunday at World Tour 2! The Anal Avenger and Bud Boy!

Coast: Thats right! You two butt pirates are gonna be sailing into
unfriendly
harbors: California harbors! And then, it will be too late to trun your
gay
ass ships around, because Blaze and myself are gonna conquer your asses
to
show everyone in this stupid federation that the Cali Connection is for
real
and that fight against the Deegans was a fluke!

Blaze: WHo ever the next tag champs are better look for the Connection on
the
horizon! And, y'all are fucking stupid! Later Barneys!

(They walk out of the ring..FTB)
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BIG DADDY BROOKS

[The scene opens at "The Only Wonder of the World" Big Daddy Brooks'
house in
Las Vegas, Nevada. He & Brian J. Blottie are sitting down, watching the
replay of Sunday Nite Slam Masters, while drinking some Bud Lite. Blottie
has
his NACW World Title around his waist.]

Big Daddy Brooks: Ya know something Brian?

Brian J. Blottie: What?

Brooks: Every time I see this match, it gets funner and funner. You &
Russell
win the match, then out comes the man, the myth, the mammoth..Big Daddy
Brooks. 6 foot 4 inches, 285 pounds of muscle. What does he do? He goes
straight for that sorry excuse for a former-World Champion Alan Soriano.
He
wastes no time, and he proves to everybody that he ain't to be reckoned
with.

Blottie: I know man, we can only wait until World Tour II when we both
get
our shots at the Soriano-loser club. "Tremor" Paul Zachary..gimme a
break.

Brooks: Man, and to think I actually have to waste my time on this piece
of
crap. Let's put it simply right now; Any man that is a friend of Soriano,
is
not only _JUST_ a pussy, but is also an enemy of mine. Look at
Soriano..what
a loser. The guy doesn't even know what the hell is going on, and before
he
knows it, he's lost his World Title. What a chump. Then he brings out who
he
thinks has a chance to even COMPETE in the same level as yourself &
Russell,
and what happens..The same result as usual. Just another man that is
lying
down for Blottie to defeat.

Blottie: But that's not all...

Brooks: Well you're certainly damn right that's not all! At World Tour, I

face off against "Tremor" Paul Zachary. Call yourself a "tremor" son, and
I
guarantee you ain't nothing more than a 400-hundred pounder walking near
me.
You've got nothing on me. I'm just too damn good. I've got the looks,
I've
got the body, I've got the talent...And look at you, and what you're
stuck
with. You're just a piece of crap, that's all you are. A piece of crap
who
hangs out with that wannabe-World Champ Alan Soriano, and in his first
appearance to NACW, loses. Ha, what a surprise. However, I should point
out
that this shocked no one. Anybody associated with Soriano has ever came
out
on top..Except maybe in bed, but that's a whole other story, that no
regular,
straight man would want to talk about.

Zachary..Boy, you've got a lot to learn. The man you're dealing with at
World
Tour II is not only BETTER than you, but he's also gonna be the last
person
you see before you close your eyes and think to yourself "I wonder how
quickly this 3-count will come", because the faster I pin you, the faster
I
put you out of your misery, and that's all I can really say about that
topic.

Now you may be thinking to yourself "God, what a load..This man reminds
me of
that old WWF wrestler Big Daddy Cool Diesel." Well, in a sense you're
right.
However, Big Daddy Brooks and Big Daddy Cool Diesel have two TOTALLY
different meanings, not to mention that Diesel also has about a good 6-8
inches on me, plus at least another hundred pounds. But that's OK. We've
got
two totally different finishers, and I'm sure you've never seen Diesel go
up
to the top rope and execute a Moonsault, much less anything else. But now
you
may be thinking..Wait, I've really got to stop doing that. For all I
know,
you may have stopped thinking ever since you joined with Soriano.

But that's just my opinion.

I've always got my opinion, and I'm damn sure mine's always the best one,

simply because I say so. Got a problem with that? TOO F'N BAD!! You sure
as
hell ain't gonna disagree with me, because if you do I've got May 30th to

kick your ass every which way from Japan to Paris, and see if I can't
make it
back in time to see my man Blottie right here take out Soriano. It'll be
a
fun day..My first match in NACW, and I'm the third from last match. Of
course, it's not _YOU_ who elevated us up there..It's all me. I've
already
risen above all those Champions, and although I may not have a title just

_YET_, you just wait until I kick Mr. Zachary's ass on Sunday nite. Then,

whatever title seems best fitting to the Mr. Daddy's liking _WILL_ take
place
around his waist, and that's something you can NOT take away from me.

Blottie: Any closing words from the man? The man who'll make sure that
none
of Soriano's punks get near me when I royally kick his ass on Sunday?

Brooks: Well, let's just say I'm a man of my words, and when I want to
speak,
god help me I'll do so. I'm not some Goldberg here, who'll have the fans
eurpt simply because they've never heard my voice. These so-called *fans*
of
mine..Go ahead. Cheer me on. I don't care if it's every single person in
that
NACW arena, or if it's not a single damn person who cheers me on. What
have
them fans ever done for me? Do _THEY_ sign my pay check? Do _THEY_ put
food
on my table? Abso-f'n-lutely NOT. I do things when _I_ want to do them,
for
the reasons _I_ want to do them. I'm not here to be cheered. I'm not here
for
you fans to like me, nor mark me out, I'm simply here to kick some ass. I

better go now..Me & Blottie only have 5 18-packs left, and we have to
leave
here in another 3 hours..That's when the real fun begins. Until next
time..Remember that the only wonder of the world is the man with the
simple
name..Big Daddy Brooks. Good-bye, and get the hell out of here.

[With that said Big Daddy Brooks gets up, walks over to the cameraman,
and
pushes him out. Once outside, he slams the door right in the cameraman's
face, and the screen fades to black.]
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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN

[Scotsman is seen sitting in a hospital bed.  He looks AWFUL.  He is
all busted open, and is hooked up to a bunch of machines.]

Scotsman: "Sunday evening, I showed the world how tough I am.  It was
me and Rhodes vs three men, yet we defeated them.  We overcame all odds.
I put my life on the line for the NACW.  I was wrapped in barb wire...I
was doing ANTHING for ratings...and how do they repay me?"

"They take my fucking dildo away."

[Scotsman sits up and starts sipping at his coffee.  He then throws the
cup of coffee out the window, and brings out a beer, and starts drinking
it.]

"Punishment? You're going to punish me for participating in surely the
best match of the night...and probably one of the most hardcore matches
of all time? By taking my f'n dildo away???"

"I mean god.  Stick a needle in me...smack me around a bit....ANYTHING
but the dildo."

[Scotsman then brings out the dildo..but it has a hat on, and he's
drawn a face on it..its disguised basically.]

"Well now the dildo's gone, I'd like you to meet my friend Harry.  Harry
is a special agent..for the FBI.....and uh..he arrests people so don't
question him or look too closely at him..."

[A doctor comes in and grabs the dildo]

Doctor: "Sorry Scotsman, NACW's orders."

[Scotsman then strangles the doctor with a cable, and takes the dildo
back.]

Scotsman: "Sorry Doctor, Scotsman's orders."

"Now this Sunday, we're taking a little trip...to Japan.  We got
ourselves a little world tour ya know...and I've been scheduled
to fight Red Leaf, for my toughman title."

"In a scaffold match."

"This match promises to be incredible.  I'll be tossing Leaf off the
scaffold...then tieing a rope round his neck..and dragging him back
up....
then toss him down again..drag him up...its gonna be quite a good match;
believe you me."

"Yet for some reason..and I have NO idea what reason...its buried way
down on the midcard!"

"So the way I see it..I have to set some higher goals for myself.  Thats
why after I finish off Red Leaf, I'm going to move on to bigger and
better
things...those being my fellow Blood Brothers.  They have the titles I
want..
and everyone knows that when the Blood Brothers wrestle each other, you
are
gauranteed a good match."

"But back to more important matters..that being this Sunday.  Leaf, the
message
is short and sweet...I'm going to kick your big ugly ass all over the
scaffolding..
I'm going to take it into the crowd...and if...and if Blood Boy and
Revenger
even DARE to show their faces, I'm going to take them out like a hot
sandwich."

"And one more thing, this one I do alone.  Blood Brothers...they won't be
interfering.  I want to beat you fair, square, and bloody."

"This Sunday, I'm PROMISING you a match you'll never believe.  Till you
see
it.  And then you'll watch it over and over and over and over and
over...agai