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Logan McKenzie- (WWA World Heavyweight Champion and 2x International Champion) ***********************************************************************
(The camera view is staring right into a human eye. It is brown, and the camera slowly pulls back, while spiraling. Very slowly. While it does this, voices are heard.)

Voice #!:(feminine, very light and inviting) You already told me about your problems with your girlfriend, Evelynn, and about your work. Namely, those guys that are out to get you and (shuffling of papers is heard) "Best of the Best". Is that right?

Voice #2:(McKenzie) So far, you're right.

Voice: Okay. That covers two of the three bases that I've wanted to hit.

Logan: You don't seem like the baseball type to me, doc.

(By this time, the spiraling eyeball has gotten far out enough to see an eyebrow, the soft skin beneath the eye, and a portion of the temple)

Voice: Try me. But not at the moment, because you're the primary concern at this point.

Logan: Okay. What's the last base that you wanted to cover?

Voice: Best of the Best.

(Suddenly, the spiraling eye shot speeds up, sending the viewer through an experience of vertigo experienced through the camera lens. It finally settles, and the eye belongs to Logan McKenzie, who is now seen fully. He is wearing a Marlins baseball jersey, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black combat boots. His hair is hanging limp, and he looks to have forgotten to shave. He shakes his head, almost trying to shake the vertigo out of himself. The camera view switches to that of the circular room he is in. It has a few potted plants, trees, a desk, wooden chairs, a large couch, upon which Logan sits, and a leather chair, where a young blonde, fairly attractive woman sits. Her hair is done up, and she wears a light gray female business suit. She has a pair of wire frame glasses over her eyes, and a booklet and clipboard, upon which she writes various notes and thoughts about her subject)

Logan: I'm sorry, what?

Doctor: I'd like to know what are your thoughts on the rest of Best of the Best?

Logan: Thumbs up, all the way doc. Al is a great competitor, Havoc is a determined achiever, and Babyface... well, Calvin is the champ, so that speaks for itself.

Doctor:(writes something in her notebook) Well, that's a professional look at these gentlemen. What about your thoughts on them, personally? As friends.

Logan: Whenever I'm not cracking jokes, Al takes over. He's a good guy. Wandering eye and all. He loves Lisa a lot, you can see it in that eye when he talks about her. All you have to do is watch them together, and you see the twinkle in their eyes. Although I wonder when they're going to get married.

Doctor: What about Calvin? Babyface, right?

Logan: Yeah, that's him. I'll get to him in a minute. (Doctor once again writes in her notebook) First Havoc. I can't provide you with a real name.

Doctor: That's fine.

Logan: Anyway, he's an upstanding man. He gets credit for my first loss in the WWA, and there haven't been many. My lame gimmick not withstanding.

Doctor: Of course.

Logan: Well, Havoc is just like anybody. He's one of the guys. Just a good friend, all around.

Doctor: And Calvin?

(Logan breathes deeply. He almost grows agitated at the thought of Babyface Brawler)

Logan: Well, he has my respect. He is the champion.

Doctor:...But?

Logan: But he's starting to lose my respect. Every week his entrance music changes, he treats everybody like trash, his only concern is himself, his spotlight thing is so stupid, his finisher is a move that comes standard, BOTH of them, he thinks he owns this company, he's calling out Aria, which only fueled THAT over burnt ego, he looks like a little brat kid, he ACTS like a little brat kid, he acts like McMahon, starting damn near every event with an interview and ending it with a match, all the women like him, like Tigress, and that mute girl, all the men want to be him when actually he's nothing special! Sometimes I just wanna (Logan starts making a strangling motion with his hands)

Doctor: Anything else?

Logan: Yeah! on top of all that, he's a tool!

(Logan is breathing heavily, trying to regain his breath)

Doctor: I'm not writing that down. It sounds to me like your jealous.

Logan:(somewhat offended) Jealous? Of the Babyface Brawler?

Doctor: Well, yes.

Logan: I think not. I don't have to take this!

(Logan gets up and walks out the door to the side. Barely what qualifies as a moment later, he walks back in, and retakes his seat)

Logan: Okay, maybe I am.

Doctor: Why?

Logan: It's like... it's always been about Babyface. He ALWAYS has to be the guy in the spotlight. Always the center of attention. It seems like the rest of BoTB is always in his shadow. Maybe Al doesn't feel that way, but that's because of the friendship that he and Calvin share. As for Havoc, I'm not sure what he thinks. I haven't heard from him in a while. But Babyface (starts shaking his head) Whenever there's a card that he isn't booked on, he puts himself on it. He's so self centered sometimes.

Doctor: And what about you?

Logan: Me? I glow in the spotlight when it's my time to. Not when I feel like it. Not when I need a reminder that I'm a good champion, and that I need my ego booster shot.

Doctor: Do you think that you would make a better World champion?

Logan: Maybe not better. Perhaps a more humbled one.

Doctor: Do you ever feel like Babyface, Calvin, takes away your spotlight, takes away from your moment in the sun?

Logan:(unsure) Yeah. It feels that way sometimes. I'm a two time International champion, but he's the world champion. Apparently he holds precedence.

Doctor: Isn't the International championship a great title as well?

Logan: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Lots of people have tried to get at it, and I put nearly all of them down. It's a championship that I've made famous. Technically, I'm the guy to beat.

Doctor: Are you trying to convince me... or yourself?

(Logan sits very still on the couch. He seems to be pondering an answer to that question)

Doctor: Are you ready to move on to greater things?

(Logan is still very still. He barely moves, or makes an audible sound. The camera zooms out, and fades away)

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The Babyface Brawler- ( Former WWA World Heavyweight Champion and WWA Hardcore Champion) *************************************************************************************
 [(3:36am) The scene opens inside of BFB's Los Angeles hotel room, it's dark and looking around the room the setting in itself tells a story. Judging by the unopen suitcase and gym bag that hangs from a the side of a chair, we know that Brawler has yet to unpack. Brawler is lays across the bed the long way but he's still in his street clothes jeans, a button down shirt, and he's yet to remove his shoes. Suggesting that he fall asleep only moments after he entered the room.]

V/O: He's a man exhausted, excused by his recent work schedule, exhausted by the various public appearances that he is asked to make and he never no shows, exhausted mentally because of the road that lays ahead of him. He can no longer avoid the situation with Logan, mentally exhausted because he has to prepare to fight the biggest threat to his WWA title reign, a near 7 foot dead man called Rip. Mentally exhausted because he doesn't have a firm grasp on what's happening with his personal life, what's more exhausting and frustrating is he hasn't the time to sit down with Tigress and discuss the most recent events. Mentally exhausted from trying to understand the demons that haunt him in his sleep. Exhausted. Exhausted because of his forever running from and a past that he fears is creeping back upon him. Exhausted so he sleeps, very deeply. What story does the Brawler tell himself? At first glance all you see is a man who fell asleep in his clothes, but look closer, see how he tosses and turns. What can be said of a man that can't find peace in his sleep? What visions are dancing through his mind each time he lays his head down? Surely not sugar plums. Let's take a journey into BFB's dream world and see what causes so much turbulence in his slumber.

[Some retrospective piano music softly plays, and the screen gets hazy, and hazier, now the camera spins around BFB giving a vertigo affect. The haze turns into a downright grayish hue that covers the entire screen. Silence. The camera stops spinning and sits with nothing but a white-ish/gray colored screen, suddenly the sound of some one running his heard. The smoke colored screen begins to disperse, we now know that it wasn't a graphic effect but a think fog. A figure is seen coming through the fog into our limited view, judging by the body type we can assume that it's the Babyface Brawler, he's now running in slow motion, he looks back in the direction that he was running from, then stumbles. BFB catches himself before he falls and continues to run, the sound of one thousand screaming souls are heard. BFB slows down, to a moderate jog, the camera finally pierces the fog for a close up of his face, he has the expression of a lost child. A bright flash of Red slashes through the fog and startles him, now the scene changes BFB is atop a steep hill overlooking a centuries old graveyard. A rumbling is heard behind him, he looks back and again he begins to run this time down the hill this time not in slow motion but full speed. The camera sits just in front of BFB but no matter how fast he runs he never catches it. The horizon behind him begin to crumble and break apart and falls off and if the earth was being devoured into nothingness. Storm clouds roll in from behind, and now BFB is running as hard as he can yet he's not moving but running in places. He keeps looking behind checking to see how far ahead he is of the dark nothingness. Not far because the nothingness is closing in fast, chucks of earth continue to piece away and fall off. Now a face is seen through the clouds, we can't make it out but it's there, BFB still running in place as if suspended in time, also see's the face, not the nothingness is at his heels, but before BFB is devoured like the rest of the landscape he trips and begins to free fall. Vertigo affect again, BFB falls for what feel like a eternity. He's falling into nothingness, as everything around him is devoid of light, it's and if he's fallen into a black hole. Suddenly a loud, sharp and booming voice is heard.]

Voice: Soon one will come that will ease your pain.

[The faces of BFB's BotB stable mates appear as he falls pass them. LL, Havoc, and Akira all have a look of pity and concern, Logan appears to smile at the thought of what awaits BFB at the bottom of his fall, if there is a bottom. Then the faces of others pass by, Logan, his father, Tigress, Eclipse, his close friend Kim Cobb, then a black crow flies by followed by another flash of red. BFB's fall is stopped by a loud thud as he hits the cold wet dirt of a of a shallow pit. His breathing is heavy, his eyes tightly shut. Brawler rolls around in pain perhaps from the impact of his fall, perhaps from some feeling that he's concealing deep inside. He rolls over in his back and once his breathing is normal he opens his eyes. He lays in this pit, and looks up at the pitch black sky way above. It dawns upon BFB and us that he is laying inside of a shallow grave. Another voice is now heard, this time it's that of a women, soft, caring and soothing.]

Women's Voice: Soon on will come that will ease your pain.

[Now a large shadow appears above the grave, BFB startled at first but then a look of calm covers his face.]

BFB: Oh, it's you.

[The figure grabs a shovel out of nowhere and dumps a heavy sizes load of dirt into the grave. And continues to shovel in dirt until BFB is assumingly buried alive. Except we will never know because BFB has woke from his unpleasant sleep and is getting out of his street clothes exchanging them for jogging sweats and a baseball cap.]

 [(4:27am)]

BFB:[Sighs as he looks at the time] Damn only 3 hours of sleep again tonight. I got to clear my mind. I hope this early morning jog does the trick.

[BFB leaves his hotel room and instead of heading for the lobby so he can exit the hotel he finds himself standing outside of Tigress's room. He doesn't knock or enter, he only stand there as stares at the door.]

BFB: Kat, needs her sleep. She has a big match tonight, so I dare not disturb her. Besides she wouldn't want to bothered with my problems. Seems she has some of her own these days.

[Again BFB walks the hall, again he falls to exit the hotel this time finding himself outside of Akira's Shinju's room. Unlike Tigress's room which was as quite as a church mouse. Akira's room is thumping and bumping with the sounds of hearty laughter, girls giggling and some hard driving music.]

BFB: Damn, Akira's the only guy in this company that get's less sleep than I do. I wish I could adopt his philosophy "that life is just a party and I'm here to crash it." I had that once, what is happening to me. I wish Al and Havoc were here.

[BFB walks off and heads down the hallway this time finding himself two floors down and stopping in front of Logan McKenzie's door. He just stands there for awhile contemplating his options. The crash of thunder is heard outside and rain can be heard starting to fall. BFB just leaves from Logan's doorway and walks into the lobby of the hotel. Once in the lobby her pass Sammy Knight who is conversing with two ladies unnoticed, he walks to the door and a night watchman speaks to him.]

Watchman: Sir, do you want me to hail you a cab? There weather is terrible out there you may want to grab yourself a umbrella. Sir? SIR?

[BFB walks pass the watchman as if he wasn't there, and perhaps in Brawler's mind he wasn't. He hits the street and what was suppose to be a early morning jog never happens instead BFB just walks. Dissolves to the next scene.]

[A rainy, gloomy night... visibility is damned near zero, but we see Babyface Brawler walking aimlessly through the rain, pain his only expression. We see a figure emerge from the shadows, only slightly, not enough to be seen... and follow him. BFB comes to and enters a burned out apartment building, and begins to climb the stairs. The mystery figure follows him, but still remains unseen. The Brawler opens a door... and enters an obviously long abandoned apartment. Dust has settled everywhere, and shards of glass are seen all over the floor..]

Voice: The time is now, this is where it all shall began anew. [BFB spins... and doesn't see a single soul]

BFB: Please... tell me what's happening?

Voice: Ah, but if I did... you wouldn't be able to enjoy the story, now would you? Tsk.

BFB: A story. That's all this is to you? A story? A tale to be told?

Voice: Now, now. Remember.. focus. You have the Reaper to contend with.

BFB: Grimms... yes, at Spring Fling. But why are you putting me through this?

Voice: You lost your way, Calvin. You were given an opportunity to exact final vengeance, and you strayed.

BFB: How? Where did I fail? When?

Voice: One thing at a time, Calvin focus. The Reaper must be broken. Then, another piece of the puzzle will be given to you. I swear it.

BFB: You're so full of rationalizations and assurances.. platitudes. Why should I trust you?

Voice: Because I'm the only chance you have left. Because... simply put, I want to help. I've been sent to guide you back to your path, Calvin.

BFB: Who are you? Who sent you.. Do you know Kim... where's my...

Voice: Don't worry yourself on that score, Calvin. In fact... she was the one who sent for me. No, don't be angry with her. She loves you dearly... and she knows you need redemption. I can help.

BFB: But -

Voice: Who am I? (chuckles) Look into the mirror, Calvin. Look deep into your own eyes. You'll find me there. I promise you, Calvin, when the puzzle is revealed in it's entirety, I think you'll find it's assembly will have been far more than worth it. Believe in angels, Calvin. The Reaper must be broken. Focus....

BFB: The Reaper must be broken... the Reaper must be broken.... the...

(We see the mystery figure leave the apartment, and shut the door. Whoever it is, we still can't see their face.)

Voice:[chuckles] It's begun. Rip, you poor, miserable fool. If you had any idea what's about to happen to you... (laughs) Victims.... aren't we all?

[The figure walks out of shot as we fade to black]

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Backlash- (WWA's 1999 King of the Cruisers, Former WWA Cruiserweight & North American TV Champion) **************************************************************************************
[Darkness. Not the sort that's all encompassing, but the type that hangs over everything, suffocating light and detail. An ominous thud can be heard in the distance, and the creaking of a heavy door opens, light reluctantly spilling into what appears to be a misty meatlocker. An as yet unidentified voice begins to speak.]

V: This is almost like deja vu all over again. Well... Deja Vu with more money. At least this whole long, drawn-out entrance charade. Of course, we all know the WWA has the bankroll for this sort of thing.

[Amidst a fit of coughing, bootsteps ring out against bare concrete, the speaker making his way into the area poorly lit by the camera, large carcasses of meat dangling from hooks serving as a backdrop of sorts.]

V: I know where I'm supposed to stand. I can see the damn X you made on the floor with electrical tape. Just tell your boss that I was improvising.

[Reluctantly, the hitherto unseen wrestler steps in front of the camera. He's wearing a pair Levi's that might pass for simply being "well-worn" in Eastern Bloc countries where such items are scarce. An oversized white t-shirt covers his upper torso with the words "I DO DRUGS" across the front in large red letters. As the camera adjusts a bit to bring the man's face into the shot, we can see that he's holding a large piece of steak over one eye. Stray strands of dirty blond hair cling to the meat, despite his best efforts to brush his hair back. And the lone eye which we can see is an icy blue, set over gaunt cheeks.]

V: Yeah, the original idea here was that I'd narrate my little video package from right here in the meat locker, they'd spray a lot of fog round the place, and make sure it looked "grungy", to fit what the suits perceive my image to be. And quite naturally, to sell some merchandise. Of course, that's the direction that this great sport has been going in over the last 5 years -- to make some money.

[He gestures with the free hand to the area around him at this point, a look of distaste on his face.]

V: And the idea behind this was to help make me a semi-marketable commodity. Not that anyone expects me to make it past the first round or mak much impact at all in the WWA and I'm sure the promoters would rather I didn't.

[Smacks himself on the head.]

Oh right. I didn't introduce myself yet. Let me rectify that. I'm Backlash, and I just got my ass kicked last week in my final match with the FSW. I think we all know how this tournament will start off. Most of the crowd is going to do a little chest pounding, elucidate on their great skills, and work some shirt sales.

[Backlash just shakes his head, still holding the steak over one eye. While giving off a rather annoyed sigh he steps forward and gives some piece of equipment a swift kick. With a look of satisfaction he moves back to where he'd been standing.]

Backlash: Damn fog machines, who needs 'em? You know what the best part of this whole thing is? I don't have another video package to show. That's right, there aren't many video montages about my past. In fact only the one from last week which was put together by WWA's marketing. The only time I'm ever in anything like that is to make someone else look good. I'm just not all that interested in the past. And even if I was, what would I tell you? I had a terrible run when I was wrestling in the Northwest? That when I was in this fed based in Japan they kicked me out and told me to never come back?

[Backlash gives off a derisive snicker.]

Backlash: Maybe you can see why I don't have a package after all, hmm? On the other hand, what fool is going to tell everyone the way he wrestles? And what motivates him to wrestle? And why he wins?

[His lips are consumed by a cunning grin.]

Backlash: I guess we'll find out together, won't we?

 [Cut to static.]

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"Money Driven" Mike Sebastian ***********************************************************************
[The camera opens to a large metal gate, the right door shut and the left creaked open halfway. The bars on the gate are quite rusted and corroded, and the gate itself seems as though it's about to fall from its hinges. The camera moves between the two doors, the hinges creaking at the same time. Many gravesites are seen both near and far, many of them needing some lawn care. There is no question this is a cemetary. Not going far, the camera moves in, focusing upon the inscription of a nearby tombstone. It reads: 

  Thomas Wayne Sebastian

  1941 - 1994

The picture ascends, revealing the theigh muscles of a nicely built man standing behind the large slab of stone. Panning back, it is revealed the man is none other than NPWA wrestler, Mike Sebastian. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white polo shirt, Mike peers down at the grave in discontent. Hands in his pockets and his bangs falling down over his eyes, the man speaks, making no eye contact with the camera.]

MS: It's not fair. Worked hard his whole life, just making sure we were fed and clothed, and this is what it got him. Not once did he ever ask what was in it for him, or what he got out of the deal. He just worked his fingers to the bone and never asked why. Never complained a day in his life.

[He pauses, the wetness in his eyes gleaming.]

MS: My father.

Ridden with cancer the last six months of his life, there was nothing we could do. It was too late. It had made its way through each vein and artery and stopping it was beyond reproach. Had it been a homicide, malpractice, or even a suicide, the pain would not have been as severe. At least then I would have someone to blame, someone to take out my frustrations on. But no, this was a death without fault. Just knowing this warped disease was spreading its way through my father's bloodstream, and seeing the effects of it all, just made my stomach turn. It got to the point where I didn't even want to be around the man any longer. I just couldn't handle seeing him in that condition. But I wish I had. I wish I could have said goodbye. And I hate myself for that.

[A tear falling to the soil below, he continues.]

MS: The sad thing is to see that same plague continue in the body of his only son.

No, I am not stricken with cancer...

 I _am_ that cancer.

[He pauses, collecting his thoughts.]

MS: I am the one who pushed my father to the edge. The constant arguing and bickering... the disagreements and misunderstandings... the insults we later regretted saying to one another. It served a purpose at the time, but is now just something to look back and frown upon.

I loved my father, but I pushed him to the edge, I feel. I drove him here.

[Sebastian looks down at the soil once more, more tears falling.]

MS: And now, me... the cancer... continues to do the same. This time, in a wrestling ring.

While I may not have succeeded as much I would have liked thus far, I know all chances are not lost. I just think of my father, and I am reminded of what killed him.

[Mike looks down at himself now.]

MS: I am the cancer, NPWA. And "Breaker" Dane... "Tiger" Tong Po... you may be in the chemotherapy process now. But you're just delaying the inevitable, prolonging the process of it all.

There is no cure. There is no remedy. Only a decelerator. You can slow things down, sure. But one of these days, the day will come. No longer will you be atop the mountain. Instead, you shall find yourself six feet below it.

[He gives a quick glance down towards the ground once again.]

MS: And my father is the proof. Cancer doesn't just go away. It stays with you until the end. And fellas, I'm not going away. I'll be here at the end. Whether you will be or not is relatively unknown. This much I can tell you.

You've both made yourselves an enemy...

[He reaches down, picking up a bouquet of flowers from behind the tombstone, and places them in front.]

MS: ... for life.

[Sebastian can be heard departing, and the creaking of the gates is heard as he seemingly exits the cemetary. The camera pans around, showing the flowers resting upon the face of the tombstone. Fade.]

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The Odd Couple (NPWA Tag Team) ***********************************************************************
(Scene opens in the dressing room of the Perfect Role Models. Inside we see The Odd Couple, The Kaiser and "El Loco" Jose Chavez intently watching a television. Uder comes in and looks at his team.)

Uder: What are you guys watching?

Chavez: It's the season finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I sure hope Buffy and Angel Get togther in this one. Hee Hee Hee.

Kaiser: Yah, Angel.

Uder: That's enough you clowns, we have to watch last week's Mayhem. There was a Title Match for OUR Tag Belts.

(Uder approaches the television and puts in a VCR tape. It shows a scene from last week's Mayhem, during the signing of the MOD/Universal Powers Retirement Match)

Todd: Alright Tank, because we knew you wouldn't give in so easily, we've come up with a better idea. You want to retire tonight, well wouldn't it be all that much sweeter if you retired US as well??

(Big pop from the crowd! Tank gets a slightly confused and intrigued look on his face)

Tank: Hmmm, keep going, you've got my attention.

Todd: What we're proposing is this. Masters of Disaster vs. Universal Powers right here tonight, in a RETIREMENT MATCH

(Another crowd pop)

Todd: If you win, the Universal Powers retire from the NPWA and the Masters of Disaster can do whatever the hell they want with those belts.

Tank: And if you win?

Todd: And if we win . . . The Masters of Disaster lose the Tag Team Titles to us and retire as the washed up has beens that they are.

(The tape suddenly comes to a stop a Uder turns of the VCR. He looks at Chavez and the Kaiser with a disgutsed look on his face)

Uder: A RETIREMENT MATCH?!?!?! FOR THE NPWA WORLD TAGE BELTS?!?!?! DON'T THEY KNOW THAT _WE'RE_ THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS!!!! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO US!!!!

(Uder rushes over to the telephone and presses speed-dial one.)

Uder: Hello, NPWA Head Office. Let me speak to Commissioner Sampson!!

(Breif pause)

Uder: WHO'S CALLING?? This is Uder, from the Odd Couple. You know the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S TO THE TAG TEAM BELTS. So let me speak to Sampson right away. He can't have this retirement match. We both know what the outcome will be. The Universal Powers will purposely lose to the MOD and both teams won't have to face us. Can't you see they're trying to avoid us!! They won't get away with this!!! Hello!! HELLO!!!

(Uder takes the phone away from his ear and looks at it, before slamming it down.)

Uder: They won't get away with this. WE WON'T LET THEM GET AWAY WITH THIS!!! They may be able to do this to other low-calibre teams, but not the Odd Couple. I think we've have to take things into our own hands.

(Scene fades as Uder storms out of the dressing room, closely followed by The Kaiser and Chavez)

 

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