Date : 01/03/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : BMWF Arena Adrian MI

(Before the show starts...)

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown making his way through the parking lot as he tosses his bag to one of the BMWF ring crew and speaks to him as he is about to walk through the door to the locker room area...)

Lowedown:Make sure that gets to my locker room!

Crew guy:I'm not a valet Lowedown.

(Lowedown suddenly stops and turns his head towards the BMWF crewman and pulls off his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:What's your name?

Crew guy:It's Roy. The name is Roy.

Lowedown:Let me let you in on something...Roy. If my bag isn't my locker room when I get back from chewing out somebody's @$$, I'm gonna beat YOUR @$$! Do ya hear me partner?

(Lowedown's cold stare causes Roy to take a step back and looks around at the rest of the ring crew as they step back from him...)

Roy:Um...uh...I'll make sure it gets there right away.

(Lowedown slowly turns back around and almost tears the door off the hinges as he makes his way into the arena. You can hear the crowd chanting his name as he is walking fast as he is looking for someone. Lowedown almost passes one of the conference room as he looks and sees the sign on the door...)

"STONE COLD BRUISER"

(Lowedown turns his head and then is about to knock on the door and then says...)

Lowedown:BLEEP knocking!

(Lowedown takes a step back and then drives his boot right into the door and watches it fly open and break off the hinges. Stone Cold is seen with a Diet Coke as he is about to take a drink and looks calmly at Lowedown who stands right in the doorway...)

SCB:Don't ya know how to knock?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Use a key?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Make an appointment?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Send me a fax?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Carrier pigeon?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

Lowedown:CUT THE CRAP BRUISER!

(Stone Cold stops and slowly sets his Diet Coke down and slowly rises up out of his chair. Lowedown steps into Bruiser's office and walks right up to his desk and stands across Bruiser's desk and stares him right in the eyes...)

Lowedown:I want to know something and I want you to answer me real quick!

SCB:Quick?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Fast?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:In a hurry?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Without hesitation?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Hang on Lowedown! I'm parched now!

(As Stone Cold picks up his Diet Coke and is about to take a drink when Lowedown suddenly slaps it right out of his hand. As if flies against the wall, Stone Cold tries to compose himself as Lowedown leans and almost gets nose to nose with Stone Cold Bruiser...)

Lowedown:Explain to me what the hell you were thinking when you made tonight's main event?!? Lowedown and Master Z as a tag team?!? What kind of bullbleep is this?!? You know I can't stand that fluke sonofableep! He's got MY World title! I want a World title shot here tonight here in Adrian, Michigan!

(Crowd pop)

SCB:You want a title shot?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Here?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Tonight?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:In...ADRIAN, MICHIGAN?!?

(Bigger crowd pop)

Lowedown:You're d@mn right I want a title shot! That sonofableep has been ducking me week after week after...

SCB:After week after week after week after...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHADDUP! SHADDUP YA MELEE MOUTH JACKASS! You've been in here less than a d@mn minute and you're already giving me a headache!

Lowedown:(Wipes his mouth)Well, I'll shut my mouth when you make my match for the World title! The people need a real champion!

SCB:They need a real champion?

Lowedown:You bet your @$$ they do!

SCB:Well, I guess I could put on my wrestling gear and whoop Z's ass and become the World champion again...

(Crowd pops)

SCB:But I got other things to do!

Lowedown:Other things to do? What other things do you have to do other than make my World title match here tonight in Adrian, Michigan?

(Another cheap crowd pop)

SCB:Well, I'm feeling kinda hungry!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:I could go to Del Taco!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Get a burrito!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Two burritos!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:A taco!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Two tacos!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:A quesadilla!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Another taco!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:A large Diet Coke!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Some chili cheese fries!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Some nachos!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:With no guacamole!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Extra sour cream!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Some more chili cheese fries!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Extra chili!!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Extra cheese!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:And then go to the drugstore and get some Bean-O, Tums, and Aci-flux for the Heartache, gas, and acid build up that'll keep me up all night!

(Stone Cold starts laughing out loud as Lowedown loses his composure and suddenly grabs the desk of Stone Cold and throws it against the wall and watches it shatter to pieces. Lowedown suddenly gets nose to nose with Stone Cold as Lowedown can barely contain his anger. From behind, Flame comes up and manages to step in between both men. Both men are almost inseperable as Flame tries to calm her husband down...)

Flame:Please baby! Calm down! We don't need this kind of trouble! You're gonna get suspended!

Lowedown:I'm not leaving until Bruiser here makes the right decision and gives me my World title shot!

SCB:You want a World title shot?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Here tonight?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:In this particular building which has already received two cheap pops!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Tonight, it's going to be Lowedown...

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:And Master Z...

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:In that ring tonight...

Lowedown:You're d@mn right! I knew you'd make the choice! I can't wait to get my hands on...

SCB:...against Scotty Scott and Ash! And THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE...CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!

(Lowedown's fists are clenched as he is on the verge of losing his temper when Flame stands in between him and Bruiser again. Stone Cold stands toe to toe with Lowedown as Lowedown takes a deep breath and speaks in a low tone...)

Lowedown:Let me tell you something Stone Cold. One way or another, I will get my title shot against Z. I will become the next World champion. Then when I do beat his @$$ for the World title, this Dark Horse is going to start a real revolution on each and everyone in the BMWF. That is the Lowedown...on that.

(Lowedown slowly backs away from Bruiser and then turns away from him and walks out the door. Flame walks behind him and turns back around...)

Flame:I'm really sorry boss. I can't control him anymore.

(Stone Cold looks at the broken furniture and then looks back up at Flame...)

SCB:Just tell that jackass I'll take it under consideration after I bill him for destroying my office!

Flame:Please send me the bill and I'll take care of it.

(Flame picks up the half broken door and tries to place it back up as she then walks away to catch up with her husband. The door falls apart as it leans against the wall. Stone Cold sits back in his chair and opens another Diet Coke...)

fade...

>>>

(The show opens inside the BMWF Arena Adrian MI. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out BMWF Arena Adrian MI! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are only one week removed from one heck of a pay per view--Season's Beatings 2004!

KING: Yeah, and what a horrible PPV! We had to listen that lousy Jericho and Fuzzy sing several times do to quitters!

JR: Well, I hear that somebody else quit and Fuzzy will be here again tonight!

KING: YAHHHHHH!

PA: IF YA SMELLLLLL ... WHAT THE ROCK... IS COOKIN'!

(The Rock's theme plays as The Great One steps through the curtains and onto the stage. He is wearing a $20,000 dollar shirt that doesn't look any better than Bruiser's $5.00 JC Penny special, a pair of $15,000 pants, $50,127 shoes and a pair of $72,000 shades.)

KING: YAHHH! It's Duane Johnston...THE ROCK!!

(Rock stops on the stage and takes a big whiff of the People's cheers, then heads to the ring.)

JR: What is the Rock doing here?

KING: I think he's taking a break from filming his latest movie -- The Scorpion King Stings Tobey Miliken and Demotes Him To Soap Opera Acting!

JR: That's quite a title there, King!

(Once at ringside, Rock climbs into the ring. He goes to the other side of the ring, climbs to the second turnbuckle, raises his fist, then takes another whiff of the People''s cheers. He repeats this in all four corners, then grabs a mic and the music dies off.)

ROCK: FINALLY ................. THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO ADRIAN!!

(CHEAP CROWD POP!)

ROCK: Now, you're probably wondering why the Rock is back here in the BMWF!

KING: Why, Rock?!

ROCK: Well, the fact is that the Rock has never left the BMWF!!

(Crowd cheers even though they don't know what the Rock is talking about!)

ROCK: Yeah, yeah! The Rock has been on the Roster even thought he's been out in Hollywood all these months! But the problem is that the Rock has been too busy in Hollywood to appear on BMWF TV!

CROWD: BOOOO!

ROCK: So, that is about to change! It seems that The Bruiser has decided to create the BMWF Board! Yes, and the Rock is now ... President Rock!!

CROWD: YAAAAY!

KING: President Rock! You know, I wrote in the Rock's name back in the November elections!

ROCK: And the Rock has been given the authorization to fill the Board! So, with no further ado, let the Rock introduce the new BMWF Board members. First, the jabronie board members...

...Stinger!

KING: YAHHH!

(Stinger comes to the ring and poses.)

STINGER: OWOOOOOOOOO!

ROCK: Cactus Dove

KING: YAHHH!

(Cactus comes to the ring and works the crowd.)

CACTUS: BANG BANG!!

ROCK: Cactus Dove

KING: YAHHH!

(Cactus comes to the ring and works the crowd.)

ROCK: PAIN!

KING: YAHHH!

(The building is filled with the eerie red, glow as the Pain theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Pain and Uncle Paul come through the curtains and head to the ring. Pain steps up the ringsteps raises his hands and drops them causing another pyro blast. He and Uncle Paul enter the ring.)

KING: YAHHH!

ROCK: Bruno Slammartino!!

(Italian music plays as Bruno comes to the ring.)

ROCK: And the Vice- Presidents...First...BRET "THE HITMAN' HEART!!

(The Hitman theme plays as Bret comes to the ring to huge ovation. He works the crowd.)

ROCK: and HOLLYWOOD HULKSTER!!!

(Voodoo Child plays as Hollywood Hulkster comes to the stage wearing the Hollywood/bWo black and white outfit. He works the crowd and struts to the ring. Once in the ring, he does the "cup the ear and tear the t-shirt off" routine for a couple of minutes.)

ROCK: And the Executive Vice-President...

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing a three piece suit.)

JR: Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding!

KURT'S MUSIC: YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

(Kurt stops halfway down the ramp and waves to the fans as white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

KING: YAHHHH!

KURT'S MUSIC: YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

(Then he continues to the ring. Once in the ring, he acknowledges the fans and grabs a mic. The music dies off.)

KURT: Thank you very much for that fine introduction! I ...

ROCK: OH, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU BALD HEADED FREAK!

CROWD: YAAAY!

ROCK: Why in the blue hell do you think that the Rock would appoint you as Executive Vice-President, you monkey's anus?

KURT: Well, I...

ROCK: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHY YOU THINK!!!

CROWD: HA HA HA!

ROCK: What does matter is that you are nothing but a bald-headed llama's-nipple-sucking jabronie!!

KING: YAHHH!

ROCK: So, get your fat @$$ out of the Rock's ring before the Rock lays the Smack down on you, jabronie!

KURT: Now, wait a minute, Rock! I'm the BMWF Commissioner! You can't talk to me like that!

ROCK: You're the BMWF jackass! The Bruiser fired you again last week. But since you're to stupid to get out when the Rock tells you to, let the Rock introduce to you the REAL Executive Vice President of the BMWF Board...

(Suddenly, the building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord comes through the curtains and heads to the ring. Darklord steps up the ringsteps. His eyeballs roll back into his head as he raises his hands causing the lights to return to normal.)

KING: YAHHH!

ROCK: Kurt, meet Executive Vice-President Darklord!!

KURT: YAHHHH!

(Darklord kicks Kurt in the gut!)

JR: Oh, no!

*BONK!*

JR: TOMBSTONE! TOMBSTONE ON KURT DANGLE!

(The Darklord theme plays again as the Lord of Darkness makes an "RIP pin" on Kurt.)

JR: What an announcement this has been! The BMWF Board!! We'll be right back!!

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown making his way to the locker room area as Flame is trying to catch up with him. Lowedown passes other wrestlers and even bumps into Ivan Fearless and continues walking on. Ivan spills coffee on his boots. Ivan looks up as Lowedown is about to turn the corner...)

Fearless:You could at least say excuse me pal!

(Lowedown suddenly stops and slowly turns around as Ivan grabs a towel and begins to wipe off his boots. Lowedown walks back over and takes off his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:Excuse me?

Fearless:How about a little common courtesy pal? You made me spill my coffee here on my boots! You could at least apologize.

(Lowedown pauses as he removes his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:Apologize? You want me to apologize?

(Lowedown's gaze upon Ivan Fearless is intense as even Ivan himself takes a step back and does a Vince Mackman gulp. Lowedown leans towards Ivan and speaks again...)

Lowedown:BLEEP YOU! HOW'S THAT FOR A BLEEPING APOLOGY?!? KISS MY @$$ YOU NO TALENT PIECE OF BLEEP!

(Ivan's jaw drops as Lowedown is desperately not to completely snap as Ivan begins to back away from him. Lowedown begins to walk towards him as Ivan suddenly backs himself against the wall...)

Fearless:Look man! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to tick you off partner! It was just an accident Lowe. I know you didn't mean to bump me.

(Lowedown is still burning a hole right through Fearless as Flame finally gets through the crowd of other wrestlers and tries to hold her husband back...)

Flame:Baby, are you BLEEPING nuts?!? You need to calm down! You're a loose cannon right now!

Lowedown:I need to calm down? I need my World title back! I need Z's throat in my hand right now! I need to make him bleed!

(Ivan looks over at Blizzard as he whispers something to him...)

Fearless:He needs to take a Zoloft.

(Lowedown looks over as Ivan as he realizes that he didn't whisper quietly enough. Lowedown suddenly snaps and nails Ivan with a hard right hand that knocks him unconscious. Lowedown watches Ivan fall to the floor as Blizzard watches on in shock. Lowedown almost smiles as he looks down at Ivan laying on the floor...)

Lowedown:And your sorry @$$ needs an aspirin!

(From around the corner comes Stone Cold Bruiser as he sees security making their way over to confront Lowedown. Bruiser walks up and gets right in Lowedown's face as he is still looking down at the body of Ivan Fearless...)

SCB:What in the hell do you think you're doing jackass?!? You just can't be attacking the jobbers like that! You're out of control Lowedown! You need to either hit the showers and cool off or I'm gonna suspend your ass indefinitely and you won't ever get your d@mn title shot! Do you hear me?!? NO...TITLE...SHOT!

(Lowedown slowly turns to Stone Cold as he tries to regain his composure. Lowedown then places his sunglasses back on his face and takes a step back. Lowedown quietly speaks through his teeth...)

Lowedown:I...apologize.

(Lowedown slowly begins to back away as Flame is desperately trying to pull him towards the locker room. Flame finally manages to pull Lowedown into the locker room and closes the door. Stone Cold looks down at the EMT's looking over at Ivan Fearless as Michael Bole makes his way over...)

Bole:Stone Cold! Stone Cold! Can you please explain to us just what happened here?

SCB:What happened?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:What just transpired?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:What is rotten in the State of Denmark?

Crowd:WHA...HUH?

SCB:I'll tell ya what happened! Lowedown finally flipped his lid! Lowedown has gone over the deep end and he needs a d@mn straightjacket!

Bole:Is Lowedown going to be fined or suspended? Lowedown is clearly not in his head right now.

SCB:Normally I would just walk in there and stun his @$$ and clear this whole thing up. But I don't think even that would help anything! So, this is what Stone Cold is going to do! Next week at Bedlam, I am ordering that Lowedown have a psychiatric evaluation right in the center of the ring!

King:What? Lowedown is going to see a shrink in the ring?

JR:Lowedown definitely needs one right now!

(Stone Cold walks over to the locker room door and shouts at the door loud enough so Lowedown can hear him...)

SCB:LOWEDOWN! LISTEN UP YA JACKASS! NEXT WEEK, YOU HAVE A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT IN THE RING WITH A PSYCHIATRIST! IF YA DON'T SPEAK TO THE SHRINK, YOUR @$$ WILL BE SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY! AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE...CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!

(Stone Cold looks at Michael Bole and then walks off...)

Bole:You heard it right from Stone Cold J.R! Lowedown will be forced to talk to a psychiatrist next week in the ring! Back to you!

(The Bruisertron shuts off as J.R and the King look shocked...)

JR:I can't believe it! Lowedown is going to be in that ring talking to a psychiatrist next week!

King:Lowedown has to lay down on a sofa and confess he likes to play with dolls! HAHAHA!

JR:Please don't let Lowedown hear you say that!

King:Uh-oh!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall.

At a total combined weight of 533 pounds...
Billy Bunns... Chuck Columbo... BILLY AND CHUCKIE

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 234 pounds...
Mars
His partner...
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 282 pounds...
Pest

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Chuck Columbo executes a headsmash into the turnbuckle on Pest.
Chuck Columbo hits Pest with a fallaway slam.
Chuck Columbo goes for a forearm smash, but Pest blocks it.
Mars enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Pest and Mars hit Chuck Columbo with a double flying elbowdrop.
Mars leaves the ring.
Pest hits Chuck Columbo with a forearm to the back.
Pest executes a roundhouse right on Chuck Columbo.
Pest punches Chuck Columbo.
Pest chops Chuck Columbo.
Pest runs into the ropes.
Chuck Columbo uses a powerslam on Pest.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Chuck Columbo tags out to Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns executes a Hotshot on Pest.
Billy Bunns executes a kneelift on Pest.
Billy Bunns whips Pest into the ropes, but Pest reverses it.
Pest misses with an elbow.
Pest misses with a clothesline.
Pest misses with a kick.
Pest hits Billy Bunns with a shoulderblock.
Pest nails Billy Bunns with a bodyslam.
Pest runs into the ropes.
Pest hits Billy Bunns with an elbow.
Pest is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pest goes for a kick to the midsection, but Billy Bunns counters it with
a legsweep.
Billy Bunns executes a splash on Pest.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Billy Bunns runs into the ropes.
Billy Bunns misses with a shoulderblock.
Pest misses with a clothesline.
Billy Bunns hits Pest with a clothesline.
Billy Bunns goes for a Gorilla Press, but Pest blocks it.
Pest whips Billy Bunns into the ropes, but Billy Bunns reverses it.
Pest hits Billy Bunns with a kick.
Pest smacks Billy Bunns with a devastating clothesline .
Pest hits a flying elbowdrop on Billy Bunns.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pest complains about a slow count.
Pest whips Billy Bunns into the turnbuckle, but Billy Bunns reverses it.
Billy Bunns tags out to Chuck Columbo.
Chuck Columbo goes for an inverted atomic drop, but Pest blocks it.
Pest tags out to Mars.
Mars nails Chuck Columbo with a powerbomb.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mars runs into the ropes.
Chuck Columbo misses with a kick.
Chuck Columbo misses with a shoulderblock.
Chuck Columbo hits a kick to the midsection on Mars.
Chuck Columbo goes for a backbreaker, but Mars blocks it.
Mars takes Chuck Columbo down with a kick to the midsection.
Mars hits an elbowsmash on Chuck Columbo.
Mars sends Chuck Columbo into the turnbuckle.
Mars hits Chuck Columbo with a punch.
Mars nails Chuck Columbo with a punch.
Mars hits a punch on Chuck Columbo.
Mars executes a spin kick on Chuck Columbo.
Mars goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Chuck Columbo blocks it.
Chuck Columbo tags out to Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns and Chuck Columbo whip Mars into the ropes.
They hit Mars with a double clothesline.
Pest enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Billy Bunns and Chuck Columbo whip Mars into the ropes.
Billy Bunns and Chuck Columbo hit Mars with a double hiptoss.
Chuck Columbo leaves the ring.
Billy Bunns goes for a tilt-a-whirl suplex, but Mars counters it with
an inside cradle.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Mars says," WHATTAYA LOOKIN' AT?".
Mars has the crowd going wild.
Mars throws Billy Bunns out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Billy Bunns reenters the ring.
Mars hits Billy Bunns with a kick to the midsection.
Mars takes Billy Bunns down with a facerake.
Mars kicks Billy Bunns.
The crowd is going crazy.
Billy Bunns punches Mars.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns chops Mars.
Billy Bunns takes Mars down with a suplex into a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Billy Bunns whips Mars into the ropes.
Billy Bunns misses with a shoulderblock.
Billy Bunns hits Mars with an armdrag takedown.
Billy Bunns whips Mars into the ropes.
Billy Bunns misses with a kick.
Mars misses with a shoulderblock.
Billy Bunns misses with a clothesline.
Billy Bunns hits a hiptoss on Mars.
Billy Bunns hoists Mars high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Mar
s crashing hard to the mat.
Billy Bunns hits a hiptoss on Mars.
Billy Bunns goes for a clothesline, but Mars ducks out of the way.
Mars uses a punch on Billy Bunns.
Mars takes Billy Bunns down with a T-Bone Suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mars complains about a slow count.
Mars executes a takeover suplex on Billy Bunns.
Mars has the crowd going wild.
Mars hits Billy Bunns with a punch.
Mars executes a tiger suplex on Billy Bunns.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Mars uses a facerake on Billy Bunns.
Mars has the crowd going wild.
Mars executes the Martian Man Driver on Billy Bunns.
Mars has the crowd going wild.
Mars goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, Chuck Columbo doesn't make it in time... three.
Mars has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Mars and Pest!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole walks down a corridor and stops at a door.)

Bole: I am about to interveiw one of the newest members of the Female division.

(He turns and knocks on the door. there is a muffled reply from within and Bole opens the door. A shapely woman is bent

over towards the back stretching. She stands up to her full height and shakes her head, her flaming red hair cascading down

to her shoulders.)

Samantha Gretch: Can I help you?

Bole: I'm here for an interview.

Samantha: Hurry it up then. I got a match soon.

Bole: I would like to be the first person to congratulate you on entering the BMWF.

Samantha: Actually, the first person to congratulate me was whatever administrative person sent me the letter.

Bole: Uhh...

Samantha: The questions?

Bole: Right. First off, how does it feel to be heading into your first match?

(Samantha sighs heavily and pushes her hair back. She puts on a big smile on her face and blinks her eyes fakely.)

Samantha: I'm so excited that I get to compete in this wonderful federation amongst all these great athletes.

(She frowns at Bole.)

Samantha: Give me a break. If your just going to be asking these stupid questions I'm out of here.

(She pushes past Bole and smacks the camera to the side as she walks out, leaving Michael Bole looking confused.)

>>>

(Tamer walks into the Prime Time locker room holding a big tin. Dizi is off in the corner watching video tapes of Moody and Aquatic wrestling.)

Dizi: Clancy this is really boring..

Tamer: I think he went to grab something.

Dizi: I don't like Moonie. And who's that blue haired girl? Troy comes out on DVD tomorrow. At first, I was all about Achilles, but, you know... Hector's really got something about him....

Tamer: Yeah but The Hulk sucked... I brought you something.

Dizi: Yeah, I've never been a big fan Hogan... What'd you bring me?

Tamer: I brought you a tin full of cookies... I spent all day yesterday baking them.

(Dizi's eyes light up at the mention of food.)

Dizi: Really? What kind? Is there chocolate in them?

Tamer: M&M and Chocolate Chip cookies. I think there is like six dozen in there.

(Tamer points of to the tin he set down on the table.)

Dizi: Jammin!!

(Dizi jumps up, kisses Tamer on the nose as she passes him on her way to the table. She pops the lid off the tin and starts going to town on the cookies.)

Tamer: You're going to eat the entire tin aren't you?

(Dizi mumbles something incoherent around a mouthful of cookie.)

Tamer: Oh yeah. your car will be ready for ya next week... I figured you could drive it to the award show for fun.

Dizi: (swallows) Really? That's so great!

(Dizi hugs Tamer and kisses him passionately.)

Dizi: And you're really going to let me drive?? Donnie never let me drive! I wonder where he is? I haven't seen him at all today.

(Tamer shrugs and wraps his arms around Dizi's waist.)

Tamer: I dunno where he went. He'll probably find you later... I think he's still pouting about not being in Prime Time.

(Dizi leans back, grabs another cookie from the tin, and takes a big bite.)

Dizi: I should take him some cookies. Maybe that'll cheer him up.

Tamer: That might do the trick...

(Tamer's cell phone rings. He holds Dizi with one arm while answering with the other.)

Tamer: Hello... Oh the papers... So you got them....Fantastic.... You need me to come pick them up right now?... No problem.... I'll be right out...

(Tamer hangs up his phone and slips it in his pocket. Tamer gives Dizi a small peck.)

Tamer: I gotta go babe. I gotta take care of this...

Dizi: Okay. I'm going to look for Donnie.

(Dizi kisses Tamer and grabs another cookie.)

Tamer has a big smile on his face as he heads for the door. He stops and turns back around. Tamer grabs Dizi and picks her up spinning her around. He sets her down and kisses her intensely.)

Tamer: This is so great!

(Tamer walks out the door.)

(Dizi grabs another cookie and takes a big bite.)

Dizi: These are really great cookies. They'd be even better with some ice cream.

FADE

>>>

(The scene opens showing Mark Floyd standing in front of the camera.)

Floyd: Hello all. I am standing here with one of the BMWF's newest female
competitors, Alexis Terrion.


(The camera zooms out showing Alexis Terrion standing next to Mark Floyd.)

Floyd: Let me first thank you for allowing me to be the first to interview
you. It is a pleasure.

Alexis: The pleasure is all your's.

(Mark Floyd looks confused.)

Alexis: Um you have a job to do, do you not?

Floyd: Oh yes. As I was saying. How do you feel making your debut here
tonight in the BMWF arena?


Alexis: Is that supposed to be some kind of honor? Because I find it nothing
above degrading to be competing in this place. Yet you ask me how I feel?

(Alexis rolls her eyes.)

Floyd: What do you mean, what's wrong with this arena?

Alexis: It would take too long to give you the complete list of unacceptable
items. I mean what is with this female locker room. I am a true competitor
and I deserve a locker room of my own. Not to mention performing in front of
all these average people... Back in Europe, the competitions were true
events. Only the uper-classes could attend. Here farmer joe and his sister
who just happens to be his wife can come attend.

Floyd: I think you're thinking of-

Alexis: Did I permit you to speak? I did not think so. I will handle the
rest of this on my own. You're doing nothing of importance so.. Just leave..

(Mark Floyd isn't sure what to do. Alexis takes the mic from his hand.)

Alexis: Shoo...

(Floyd walks away.)

Alexis: That's better. Hello.. Minnesota or whatever godforsaken state I am
in. Tonight you have the honor to witness something truly great. The descent
of a true competitor upon the Women's division. Too long have you're
"competitors" sat by giving you nothing but sub standard performances. But
now I will show you what a true female competitor is capable of. It's not
about big breast, long legs, and a pretty face.

(Alexis winks.)

Alexis: Not that I am lacking in those departments. But a true competitor
has a determination. One thing matters. And that is winning. Tonight the
winds will begin to change... Tonight Alexis Terrion begins her
domination...

FADE

(Judge Moody walks into the Women's Locker room as Aquatic is exiting,
almost causing them to collide.)

Moody: Hey, how would you like to have a beatdown your second day back?

Aquatic: Lighten up, will you? Why are you trying to make an enemy with a
potential ally? Speaking of which, where the *BLEEP* is the other one? You
know, the other new one...

(Alexis Terrion walks into the locker room pushing Aquatic and Moody to
the side and walking right in between them towards the back of the room.)

Aquatic: Is "Excuse me" a complex phrase or something? Or am I the only
one here with a 2nd grade education?

(Alexis turns around looking a little shocked.)

Alexis: I'm sorry, did I miss something? Because where I come from the
help does not deserve recognition.

Moody: How dare you! Don't you know who I am! I am a FIVE TIME BMWF
WOMEN'S CHAMPION and you dare march in here and disrespect me like that!
Why, I should slap the taste out of your mouth right now!

Aquatic: (getting in between the two) Whoa, whoa, hold on team. Let's not
start going off on each other now. Now new girl, what's your name?

Alexis: I am Alexis Terrion... You're not telling me you two are actually
competitors here?

Moody: Isn't it obvious? You didn't hear the fans screaming my name on the
way in from wherever the hell you came from? You have a lot to learn Miss
Terrion, and the first lesson is respect!

Aquatic: All right, hello Alexis. This is Judge Moody. My name is Aquatic,
but you can call me Sheila.

(Aquatic extends her hand to Alexis. Alexis raises her eyebrow and looks
down at Aquatic's hand.)

Alexis: I'm not here to make friends. I am here to win... So just make
sure you two do not get in my way.

Aquatic: But friends are good....

Moody: Shut up Aquatic. Trust me Miss Terrion, the feeling is mutual.
Prove to me that you're actually capable of being called my partner by
holding your own out there tonight.

Alexis: Fine by me. Oh and Sheila you said it was? Yes, well... A little
advice. Friends are not good, they get in your way, they cloud your vision,
and they over complicate things. They're a nuisance...

(Moody and Alexis both turn their backs on each other and walk off, as
Aquatic shrugs.)

Aquatic: So no encouragement huddle, then?

FADE

>>>

>>>

(The scene switches and shows Dizi looking at all the different flavors of snapple She picks one up and a hand snatches it out of her hand. Dizi looks up and the camera shows Jacklyn J. who is opening the snapple.)

Jacklyn J.: Thanks sweetheart

Dizi: I'm sorry... I have a boyfriend. I hate Snapple. Don't they have anything better to drink? Or ice cream. I'd love some ice cream.

Jacklyn J.: I think too much sugar is bad for you doesn't it mess up your medication.

Dizi: What medication? I had a cold, but, I got over that weeks ago. You think there's a store that's going to start Troy at midnight? Because technically, the release date is tomorrow but at midnight, today is tomorrow.

Jacklyn J.: Ok look, Danielle right? Tonight we're teaming up against has beens and wannabes i wanted to make sure you were ready for the match tonight.

Dizi: I have a match tonight? Against who?

Jacklyn J.: OH MY GOD!!! Bruiser stuck me with a SPED!!!

Dizi: Oh, that's too bad. What's a sped?

Jacklyn J.: I need a drink!

Dizi: You have a Snapple right there...

Jacklyn J.: Yeah and....

(Jacklyn sighs loudly.)

Dizi: Well, you already have something to drink. You're not terribly bright, are you?

Jacklyn J.: I meant alcohol you stupid little..no I won't get angry, look tonight we are teaming up in a match and our opponents were hitting on your boyfriend Tamer I thought you should know that I Saw that Alexis girl talking to him.

Dizi: (scoffs) Please. They can try all they want. Tamer is with me. No one is going to change that. Hey, do you think any of the concession stands sell Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream?

Jacklyn J.: And that Samantha Gretch I saw her grabbing his butt a few times I mean I just thought you might wanna know and since we are facing them tonight you could get back at them. Oh and Ice cream is in the trainers room.

Dizi: Really?? You think it's Ben and Jerry's? Because that's my favorite. Who's Samantha?

Jacklyn J.: Aso you might want to be worried about Aquatic she was once in Prime Time and her and Tamer were quite friendly

Dizi: Yeah, Tamer's really sweet. Everybody likes him. I don't think I know Aquatic...

Jacklyn J.: Look if we win tonight I'll buy you a hundred dollars worth of Ben an Jerry's and have it shipped to your home. Just make sure we don't lose ok.

(Dizi smiles brightly at Jacklyn.)

Dizi: Okay!

(Jacklyn J. starts to walk away and mutters under her breath.)

Jacklyn J.: God help me....

(Dizi shrugs and wanders off in the other direction.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is a 8-woman tag team match scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first....
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!

(The lights go out in the arena, and red lights begin to flash. "Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as a mist rises from the stage. Aquatic comes out from behind the mist, towel draped over head.)

PA: Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself…..Maybe I'll wake up for once-not tormented daily, defeated by you….just when I though I'd reach the bottom….

(Aquatic steps up to the ring ropes, throws the towel off into the audience, and flips over the ropes. She perches herself atop the top turnbuckle in the far corner of the ring like a vulture.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Siena, Italy... weighing in at 118 pounds...
Alexis Terrion

("Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin plays over the PA system. There are no
fancy lights or pyrotechnics. Alexis Terrion steps out from behind the
curtain. Alexis is dressed in a vivid candy apple red catsuit with black
wrestling boots.)

King: Puppies look good in Red!

(Alexis just walks straight for the ring. She completely ignores the fans.
When Alexis reaches the ring she climbs the steps and stands in her teams
corner waiting for the bell to sound.)

LILLY: Their partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. Judge Moody appears from behind the curtains and walks down the ramp as the crowd boos. Judge Moody enters the ring and raises her gavel in the air to get more boos from the crowd. She grabs the mic from the ring announcer and addresses her "fans".)

Moody: So, I see we have some new meat in the BMWF. I've already met a few of these new women and I don't like any of them! They think they can waltz into MY division and take MY title so easily? Let me teach you the first thing about the BMWF Women's division, the Women's title BELONGS TO ME!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight, I teach you the second lesson, don't step into the ring with Judge Moody and expect to beat her. This goes for all of my opponents tonight...you better take some notes.

(The crowd boos again.)

Moody: As far as the Women's title goes, as soon as it becomes active, it will be back around my waist, and THAT..IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her partner and opponents.)

LILLY: Their partner...
From Seattle, Washington... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Samantha Gretch

(A jellyfish floats slowly accross the screen as "Numb" By Linkin Park pumps from the speakers. Samantha Gretch walks onto

the stage wearing a pair of black leather pants and black boots that go up to mid calf. She's wearing a red halter top with

a Jellyfish on the chest. She walks to the end of the ramp and puts her right fist into her left hand and bows low. The

crowd seems unsure of this newcomer.)

JR: Samantha Gretch is coming to the ring in her first Match in the BMWF!

King: Look JR! She's a red head!

(Samantha walks down the ramp and jumps up onto the apron, stepping between the second and third ropes. She climbs the

turnbuckle and raises her arms above her head and shakes her hips to a few cat calls.)

King: PUPPIES!!!

JR: Get a hold of yourself King!

(Samantha pushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ears and goes over to her corner.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. The crowd pops, then begins to laugh as the song continues to play. The song is nearly over when, finally, Dizi rushes out from the back. She comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, smiles, and waves at the crowd. She is wearing her purple and black ring gear.)

(Dizi turns and looks back at the entryway. After a minute, she heads down the ramp towards the ring. It takes Dizi several minutes to reach the ring since she stops to talk many, many fans. Eventually, Dizi makes it to the ring and steps between the ropes. She waves to the fans in all directions then heads towards the ring ropes where she begins to bounce as she waits for the beginning of the match.)

King: Dizi's bouncing, JR!

JR: I see that, King.

King: I LOVE IT WHEN SHE BOUNCES!!!

LILLY: Her partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

LILLY:Their partner...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi

LILLY: Their partner...
From Quebec, CN... weighing in at 135 pounds...
Fifi

JR: King, we are being joined at this time by a special guest at this time.

King: Who could it be?

("Fighter" by Christina Aguilera blasts over the PA as the name Fifi flashes over the Bruisertron.Fifi steps out in front of the BMWF fans dressed in a skimpy French Maid's outfit.)

King: PUPPIES!!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!! PUPPIES IN THE RING AND PUPPIES UP HERE AS WELL!!!!

JR: Fifi, it is a pleasure to have you here tonight.

Fifi: Kingy.....

King: Yes Fifi?

Fifi: Whip the drool from your mouth... That is so unbecoming.

JR: You have to pardon King. He has missed seeing you in that French Maid outfit.

King: Have I ever.

JR: Wait! Did you miss the memo? You're in this match tonight!

KING: Shut up, JR! She's going to sit right here in my lap where it's safe!

JR: That's not safe!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Samantha Gretch kicks Jacklyne J..
Samantha Gretch punches Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. hits Samantha Gretch.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jacklyne J. chops Samantha Gretch.
Jacklyne J. hits Samantha Gretch.
You could hear a pin drop.

KING: That's because we can't see the puppies!

JR: Athena Hashi enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Athena Hashi uses a roundhouse kick on Samantha Gretch.
Jacklyne J. uses an elbowsmash on Samantha Gretch.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. locks Samantha Gretch in a sleeperhold.
Samantha Gretch makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Jacklyne J. goes for a sleeperhold, but Samantha Gretch counters it with
a jawbreaker.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Samantha Gretch executes a scissor kick on Jacklyne J..
A few fans are booing Samantha Gretch.
Samantha Gretch climbs onto the second rope and shakes her hips.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Samantha Gretch.
Samantha Gretch goes for a hair pull, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Samantha Gretch blocks it.
Samantha Gretch tags out to Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion and Samantha Gretch whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double elbowsmash.
Samantha Gretch leaves the ring.
Alexis Terrion takes Jacklyne J. down with a flying kick.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Alexis Terrion goes for Japanese suplex, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Athena Hashi.
Samantha Gretch enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Jacklyne J. hoists Alexis Terrion high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Alexis Terrion crashing hard to the mat.
Athena Hashi uses a springboard legdrop on Alexis Terrion.
You could hear a pin drop.
Samantha Gretch gets back up and lays out Jacklyne J..
Samantha Gretch leaves the ring.

Tags!

JR: Aquatic and Jacklyn are in!

Aquatic circles around the ring, staring down Jacklyn in the middle.
They lock up, and Aquatic flips Jacklyn with an armdrag.
Aquatic locks Jacklyn in the full-nelson.

King: What's the point of these women's matches when there aren't any scanty outfits?

(Jacklyn begins to fight up out of the full-nelson, but Aquatic reverses into a full-nelson bomb. Aquatic flips into a pinfall and hooks the leg, but Jacklyn gets the shoulder up at 2.)

JR: Aquatic needs to prove that she's shaken off her ring rust in order to compete in the newly enlarged woman's division, and so far I haven't seen any evidence of such.

KING: HA HA! You said enlarged! Just like Silicone Valley! HA HA HA!

JR: King! Stop it!

Aquatic cartwheels toward the ropes as Jacklyn gets up.
Jacklyn is nailed by Aquatic with a handspring elbow.
Aquatic hops up to the top rope, but is blind-tagged out by Judge Moody.
Aquatic glares at Moody, but flips into her corner.

JR: These women are proving they belong right here in the greatest show on air today.

King: Puppies.....

Fifi: See I came back because I knew the time was right. You have some of the greatest women wrestlers in the ring right now. Look at Dizzi... She is a great wrestler.

King: Puppies....

JR: She is without a doubt one of the best I have ever seen.

Fifi: Have you forgotten how I was?

King: Puppies....

JR: Tags are made again!

KING:But what happened while we were talking?

JR: I don't know! I was watching the puppies!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: And Dizi is in the ring.

King: Yeah, against Aquatic! I've missed Aquatic!

JR: These two women have some history.

King: You know, the last time I remember Dizi and Aquatic in the ring wasn't during a match. It was when Dizi belly to belly suplexed Aquatic for no reason.

JR: Dizi executes a snapmare on Aquatic.
Aquatic is back on her feet.
Dizi grabs Aquatic's arm and whips her into the ropes.
A shoulder block from Dizi drops Aquatic to the mat.
Dizi puts Aquatic in a double leg cradle.
The referee moves in for the count.

King: Dizi's trying for the pin!

JR: One... Aquatic kicks out at one!
Dizi jumps to her feet and moves into the corner.

King: What's she doing?

JR: I think she's waiting for Aquatic to get to her feet.
Baseball slide by Dizi!

King: She really wiped Aquatic out with that one!

JR: Tags are made!

JR: Athenia is really starting to show that she is here with a purpose.

Fifi: She has skills. I never got a chance to face her but I know we would have had a great match. But then again... I could carry anyone good enough to make a good match. Right King?

King: Puppies...

JR: King's mind is just locked up right now.

Fifi: Look at this... I would have never fallen for that like Judge Moody just did. She is just shameful.

JR: I don't think she was around when you were here last.

Fifi: I don't think she was... Michelle Sarah Keller was here then.

King: More puppies....

Fifi: Kingy... Do you need a hanky for that drool?

JR: Samantha kicks Dizi in the gut
Samantha hits Dizi with a scissors kick
Samantha hits Dizi with a tilt-a-whirl DDT
Samantha goes for the cover
1..2.. kick out!
Samantha Hip tosses Dizi
Samantha throws Dizi into the turnbuckle
Samantha hits Dizi with a cross body splash
Samantha hits Dizi with a low blow
The crowd boos loudly
Samantha hits Dizi with a sunset flip
1...2... kick out

King: Whoo! Isn't this hot JR!

JR: No Comment
Samantha hits Dizi with an Enzeguri

Dizi and Samantha move to the center of the ring and lock up.
Dizi kicks Samantha in the stomach.
Samantha drops to all fours.
Dizi rolls Samantha up into an inside cradle.

JR: Dizi's trying to get the quick pin here on Samantha.

King: One... two... Samantha kicks out!

JR: Dizi is back on her feet.
Dizi pulls up Samantha by the hair.
Dizi whips the Samantha into the corner, then follows in with a cartwheel splash.

JR: Samantha is in trouble here. She needs to make a tag!

King: She's in more trouble now! Dizi's throwing those back elbows and Samantha is taking them all full force!

JR: That's one... two... three! Three back elbows from Dizi to Samantha's head!
Dizi moves away from the corner.
Samantha falls forward onto the mat.
Dizi glances down at the other woman, then looks out at the crowd.
Dizi smiles and waves.
A large portion of the crowd waves back.
Dizi laughs and heads for the ropes.
Nittia stops Dizi and manages to direct her attention to back to the match.

KING: How did Nittia get in there? This match is so confusing!

JR: Women!

KING: HA HA!

JR: And there's the tag to Judge Moody!

King: Judge Moody doesn't like Dizi, JR!

JR: I don't think Dizi's too fond of Judge Moody either, King!

King: Judge Moody is charging Dizi.

JR: Irish whip into the ropes and a dropkick by Dizi! Judge Moody is in trouble!
Dizi whips Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.
Judge Moody staggers out of the corner.
Dizi bounces off the ropes bulldogging Judge Moody to the mat.

JR: I think Dizi could get the pin right now, if she'd just cover. But, instead, Dizi is climbing to the top turnbuckle.

King: She's waiting for Judge Moody gets to her feet!

JR: Dizi's up... she's in the air! Cross body block! But she's still not trying for the pin!

King: I think Dizi is more interested in hurting Judge Moody than in pinning her.

JR: Dizi's going back to those submission holds she does so well!
Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission to Judge Moody.
The referee checks to see if Judge Moody submits.
Judge Moody doesn't reply, grabbing the bottom rope instead.

JR: Judge Moody has made it to the ropes! The referee is making the count!

King: I don't think Dizi is going to release the hold!

JR: The referee has reached five, but Dizi isn't letting go!
The referee yells at Dizi to release the hold.
Dizi keeps it on for another few seconds.
The referee threatens to disqualify Dizi
Dizi then lets go of Moody and rolls away.

King: It looks like Dizi is getting a lecture from the referee.

JR: Well, she could have been disqualified, King.

King: I hope not, JR. I wanna see her bounce again.

JR: There's the tag!

JR: Samantha tosses Jacklyn with a hip toss
Samantha hits jackelyn with a low blow
Samantha kicks Jacklyn in the gut
Samantha hits Jacklyn with a scissors kick
Samantha throws jacklyn with an arm drag
Samantha follows up with an arm bar
Jacklyn screams in pain
Jacklyn tries to reach the ropes
Samantha tightens the hold
The ref checks on jacklyn
The ref asks her if she wants to quit

JR: what are your insights on this young lady... Alexis Terrion?

King: Puppies....

Fifi: She is decent... Still pretty new. But she could become another great wrestler.

JR: Alexis just pulled off a tremndous move there.

Fifi: Yeah it was good. But nothing compared to what I can do.

JR: Fifi jumps in and breaks the hold
Samantha hits Fifi with a creasent kick
Samantha hip tosses Jackelyn into Fifi
Samantha jumps on to the turnbuckles and swings her hips
The crowd boos Samantha loudly

KING: Get back out here where it's safe, Fifi!

JR: Samantha pulls Athena's hair
She releases at the 4 count
Samantha throws Athena into the turnbuckle
Samantha chokes Athena with her boot
Samantha chops Athena a few times

King: Don't hurt the puppies!!
Samantha hits Athena with a creasent kick
Samantha rolls Athena with a school boy, grabbing her tights
1...2... kick out!

JR: Why are you commentating?

KING: People just can't get it right! By the way, is that a school boy or, in this case, a school girl! I like school girls!

JR: Pervert!

Samantha hits Athena with a low blow
Samantha kicks Athena in the gut
Samantha follows up with a scissors kick

(Samantha stands by Athena Hashi's prone body and shakes her hips, then hits her with a standing moonsault. She rolls around

and tangles her legs with Athena's, pushing against them.)

JR: SEA WASP! It's Samantha's finisher! It's all over!

No, Jackyne makes the save!

There's the tag!

JR: Dizi and Alexis lock up in the middle of the ring.
Dizi whips Alexis into the ropes.
Dizi catches Alexis with a clothesline laying her out on the mat.

King: I'd like to lay Alexis...

JR: That's enough, King!
Dizi executes a snapmare on Alexis.
Alexis is climbing to her feet slowly.

King: Dizi's going to the top rope!

JR: Dizi executes a cross body block on Alexis!
Dizi's in pinning position!
The referee is making the count!
One! Two! Thr.... NO! Alexis kicked out at 2!!

King: I think that was 2 and half, JR!

JR: The match continues!!

Dizi tags out!

Alexis Terrion executes a back heel kick on Athena Hashi.
Alexis Terrion hits an enzuigiri on Athena Hashi.
Alexis Terrion executes a dragon screw leg whip on Athena Hashi.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Alexis Terrion leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Alexis Terrion executes an enzuigiri on Athena Hashi.
Alexis Terrion locks Athena Hashi in Rolling Legbar.
Jack Slone tells Athena Hashi to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Athena Hashi nods.
Alexis Terrion lets go after 16 seconds.
Alexis Terrion executes the Divination on Athena Hashi.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Alexis Terrion goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is booing Alexis Terrion.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Aquatic, Alexis Terrion, Judge Moody and Samantha Gretch.

JR: Fifi, it has been a pleasure for both me and the King.

King: Puppies.....

Fifi: The excitement is not over just yet.

JR: What do you mean?

King: Puppies....

Fifi: You will see JR.

("Numb" By Linkin Park blares from the speakers as Samantha Gretch leaps onto the turnbuckle and raises her arms in the air,

shaking her hips.)

JR: Samantha Gretch with an explosive match here tonight!

King: I think I'll go congratulate her!

JR: No you won't King

(Samantha drops to the mat and rolls from the ring, walking up the ramp. She pushes her hair back and stands at the top of
the ramp where she shakes her hips again before walking back stage.)

PA: WHOA WHOA WHOA, MOMMA!

KING: The Rock is back!

(The Rock comes out from behind the curtain. He puts an arm around Samantha and redirects her back toward the ring.)

ROCK: Come on back to the ring, hot mama! President Rock has another announcement to make!

KING: Another announcement? Maybe the Prez is going to defunct the women's division again.

JR: You can't defunct something, King. You can make something defunct, but you can't defunct it!

KING: Why not?

JR: Never mind! President Rock is in the ring and ready to speak.

ROCK: First of all, Dizi, hon, take your eyes off Rock's strudel. (Rock slaps his leg.) Down, boy! Damn there's a lot of fine looking ladies in the ring right now!

Alexis, are the rumors true? Are you really a man? Oh, wait! Sorry, mama, that rumor concerns all of you fine ladies.

JR: Rock, please!

ROCK: Just kidding! The Rock is just kidding! You can all look at the Rock's strudel. Just don't touch! Only Lilly garcia gets to touch!

KING: HA HA! Lilly! You go girl!

ROCK: Now as for the Rock's announcement, next week, as the aside matches to the BMWF Awards, there is going to be a tournament. That's right and it's not just an ordinary tournament! No, no! It is going to be for this! (Rock motions toward the Bruisertron.)

ROCK: The newly redesigned BMWF Women's Title! It'll be a 2 night tournament. The first 2 rounds will be next week and the finals will be at Bedlam Bowl on Jan. 31!! And the tournament will be between the 8 women from this match!  And if any of you don;t like that, then you cna take this nice new belt...shine it up with some personal lubricant...

KING: YAHHH!

ROCK: ...AND SICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDY @$$ES....IF YA SMELLLLLLLLL LA LA LA OW!! .........WHAT THE ROCK....no wait...PRESIDENT ROCK.... .... ..... .... .... .... .... is cookin'!

(Rock's music plays as Rock flirts with the women.)

JR: A Women's title tournament next week right here! Don't miss it!

>>>>

(The location, Adrian, Michigan. The venue, BMWF Arena. The event, the most
spectacular professional wrestling show that America has to offer. Tonight,
the Bruiser Mania Wrestling Federation is putting on it's first televised
show of the year 2005. With a new year comes new beginnings, time to forget
the past and time to think of what the future may hold. For one man in the
BMWF, a new beginning is on the horizon, time to turn over a new leaf, a new
chapter in the book of "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi. With a new chapter or new
beginning comes a new car - in the eyes of The Rock Star. The purr of the
engine danced through the ears of Tai Hashi as he drives into the parking
lot. His hands caressed the brown leather steering wheel as he parked his
custom made Cadillac into a parking space. This Cadillac was shiny black
with silver metal trim. It glistened in the last remaining rays of light as
the sun was setting over Michigan, it's black tinted windows gave the driver
a sense of privacy and on the front of the car, at the the front of the
trunk was the Cadillac emblem standing tall and proud. On the side of the
Cadillac were vinyl's of electric guitars and the words "ROCK STAR" written
over the top in green. It surely stood out from the rest. "The Rock Star"
stepped out of his ride with a huge grin on his face. He closed the door,
pressed a button and the car automatically locked. He felt like royalty.
Although, this moment of pleasure was soon interrupted by the voice of
everybody's favourite N-Stink wannabe, Michael Bole.)

Michael Bole: Wow, Tai. Where the hell did you get the money to buy this?

Tai Hashi: This sweet looking automobile here was a Christmas gift and this
is the best Christmas gift ever! I see people riding down the streets with
their new bicycles, I see kids playing with the latest Action Man or Barbie
doll figurine and I see people trying on the jacket they saw in the shop
window but none of those things match up to my baby here. Did you hear the
purr of that beautiful engine, Bole? Did you hear the purr?

Michael Bole: Yes...yeah I did.

Tai Hashi: Did you see as the sunlight struck the chrome paintwork and did
you see it glisten and sparkle like a star in the night sky?

Michael Bole: I guess so.

Tai Hashi: Don't you wish you were me, Bole?

Michael Bole: Oh no, please, don't break out into a 'Fuzzy' song!

Tai Hashi: Don't worry, Bole, I'm not going to do that, I only sing good
songs. I just want you to admire this beauty piece here...but wait, you have
work to do, finding people to interview and stuff like that, so I guess I
need someone to watch my car.

(Tai looks around the parking lot, it's reasonably quiet as most people are
inside watching the action. Tai notices a large built man in the parking
lot, built like Crock Lesnar on steroids, he had a bald head and black skin,
his face was all crumpled up like that of a Bulldogs and he was wearing a
black security vest. Tai Hashi cups his hands around his mouth to project
his voice as he hollers towards the man.)

Tai Hashi: HEY! BIG-GUY! GET YOUR --bleep-- OVER HERE, I HAVE AN OFFER FOR
YOU.

(The man turns around and walks up to Tai Hashi, this man towers over Tai
Hashi and folds his arms, casting a large black shadow over the rock star,
but he doesn't feel uncomfortable - Hashi is used to guys towering over him,
after-all, he is only 5'9.)

Security Guard: You have an offer for me?

Tai Hashi: Indeed I do. I want you stay here for the rest of the show and
watch over my Cadillac, that's your job right?

Security Guard: My job is to keep control over situations that may occur
here in the BMWF Arena.

Tai Hashi: Yeah whatever, but I'm hiring you to look over my car, if you
look after it well there may be a cheque with a whole lotta' zero's heading
your way. Now I don't want anybody to touch my baby, I don't want a single
scratch or speck of dirt on the bodywork and I don't want it moved from this
very spot, you hear me?

Security Guard: Yes.

Tai Hashi: Yes, Mister Almighty Rock Star!

Security Guard: What?

Tai Hashi: Say it.

Security Guard: Yes...Mister Almighty Rock Star.

(Tai grins and walks away from his Cadillac. He smiles at the camera.)

Tai Hashi: Hehe, this is fun.

(Tai walks away and enters the BMWF Arena.)

>>>

(Paddy O’Brien is standing backstage with Paddy O’Brien, in what appears to be the production area)
 
Bole: So is this video package you were talking about ready yet.
 
(Paddy answers his melodic Irish accent)
 
Paddy: It appears a few things were mislaid, however once I get these sorted hopefully you’ll all get to see something.
 
Bole: You’ve been rather quiet since your arrival here in the BMWF.
 
Paddy: That is true to a certain extent.  I had my eyes focused on one man, but unfortunately he found things too tough here and left with his tail between his legs.  A good move I feel, as he wouldn’t have bee n happy after facing me.
 
Bole: Tonight you are facing Zabu, but have you got any plans into the future.
 
Paddy: I will be watching and listening, opportunities always present themselves when you’d least expect them.  If I keep my fingers crossed I’m sure some luck will pass my way.
 
(fade)

JR: I am getting word about something going on in the back.

King: Get back there quick then!!!!

(The cameras show Fifi and Dizi fighting. Referees try and pull them apart.)

JR: I don't understand what has gotten into Fifi?

King: I don't know but she is trying to stir things up quickly in the BMWF.

JR: What the.... Fifi just blasted Dizi in the head with a chair!!!!

King: Where did she hide the chair in that outfit?

JR: Look at her.

(The microphone on the camera picks up what Fifi is sying.)

Fifi: Maybe next time... You'll know who the real Diva of the BMWF really is.

JR: What is she talking about?

King: I am not sure but I think this month things might get wild in the Women's Divison.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(The arena lights dim and the
Irish flag appears on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning
To Ya’ by House of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
King: Here we go J.R; it’s the Irish guy.
 
(‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the
top of the entrance ramp.  He is dressed
in a tight black tank top, with baggy
white trousers.  He is slim build, but with
very well defined upper body, evidenced
by the tank top.  In one hand he carries
the Irish flag, the other a microphone)
 
JR: Paddy O’Brien making his way
down to the ring.
 
(Paddy O’Brien continues down to
ringside, and rolls into the ring)
 
Paddy: Cut teh music!
 
(The music cuts abruptly, and
Paddy continues in a strong Irish drawl)
 
Paddy: Tobey, since your little puppy Nate has
decided to run away, I’m gonna turn my attention
to you!  I’m gonna make your life just that little bit
more miserable.  I’m gonna have a tough time, as you
do a pretty good job yourself.  However I’ll give it my
best shot.
 
LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
Hailing from Bombay, India...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Paddy O'Brien uses an Asai moonsault on Zabu.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien takes Zabu down with a throat drop on top rope.
Paddy O'Brien sends Zabu into the turnbuckle, but Zabu reverses it.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
Zabu goes for a clothesline, but Paddy O'Brien ducks out of the way.
Paddy O'Brien punches Zabu.

JR: Zabu and Paddy fighting back and forth, Zabu knocked outside.  Paddy off the ropes, baseball slide knocks Zabu down.  Paddy follows out, lifts Zabu and throws him into the ringpost.

He throws him back into the ring and follows him back in.

Zabu chops Paddy O'Brien.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu chops Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien chops Zabu.
Zabu kicks Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien punches Zabu.
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien punches Zabu.
Paddy O'Brien whips Zabu into the ropes.

JR: Paddy knocks Zabu to the canvas.  Zabu backs to his feet, Paddy scoops onto his shoulder, and charges into the turnbuckle, what a back breaker.  Zabu clutching at his back.

Paddy O'Brien misses with a shoulderblock.
Paddy O'Brien hits Zabu with a kick.
Paddy O'Brien hits an Asai moonsault on Zabu.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien executes a legsweep on Zabu.
Paddy O'Brien
points to his downed opponent and says,"IIs that Irish enough for ya?".
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien takes Zabu down with Canadian backbreaker into turnbuckle.
The crowd is going crazy.
Paddy O'Brien goes for an Asai moonsault, but Zabu side-steps and Paddy O'Brien
only hits air.
Zabu points to the ceiling.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
Zabu hits Paddy O'Brien with a kick.
Zabu goes for a kick to the head, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien punches Zabu.
Paddy O'Brien has the crowd going wild.
 
JR: A punch to the throat by Paddy, Zabu drops to one knee.  Drop kick to the knee, Paddy being very methodical here.  Paddy with Zabu hooked up, fisherman’s suplex, the ref down for the count.
 
Referee: One… Two… Shoulder Up!!!
JR: Paddy looking irate now, hoists Zabu over his shoulders.
 
King: Shamrock Drop!!!
 
JR: You have been quiet King!
 
King: Yeah, but I was waiting to shout that!
 
JR: paddy hooks a leg
 
Referee: One, Two, Three

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Paddy O'Brien!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A black Sedan pulls up to the arena and Mafioso and Carlos step out)

Mafioso:So this is Michigan!

(Cheap pop from crowd)

Carlos: Yeah it seems all we visit is these piece of #### states!

Mafioso: Yeah tell me about it. Let's hurry up and take care of business so
we can get the hell out of here.

Carlos: Ok let's go catch up with the rest of The Union and talk about the
game plan.

(The camera fades as the two men walk into the building)

>>>

(The Syndicate is sitting in their locker room. They seem to be having a very heated discussion.)

Ash: Look I know we've all gone over this but I think we need it. I mean what good is all this talent if we have no organization?

Witherspoon: Yeah, I agree. I think Donnie would be a good choice for that.

Judge: Donnie's a good manager, just give him a chance.

Scotty: Look, I've made muh stand clear. But I'll stand behind whatever decision the group makes.

Ash: All or nothing is the only way to go about this. Let's have the vote now so we can get this over with.

Judge: I agree, we all have an equal say in The Syndicate. Let's take a vote...

Scotty: Show of hands then.

(Ash turns to the cameramen.)

Ash: You guys go find Donnie and tell him we've made our decision. This vote is for Syndicate members only.

(As the door closes we can hear Scotty's voice.)

Scotty: All yas in favor raise ya hands.

(The camera fades.)

>>>
 
(We see Tobey walking backstage somewhere in the bowels of the arena.  From out of nowhere comes a flying kendo stick which crashes into the wall missing Tobey by mere inches.  On the kendo stick is tied a note)
 
Note: Tobey, you should not rely on lady luck, as she can be fickle at the best of times.  Heed this advice tonight, lest four leaves come knocking at your door.

>>>

(A single light-bulb swings back and forth and lights up a dark and eerie
room. The walls seem to be gray and tattered, almost like rust as wallpaper
peels off the wall like the skin of a banana.)

*CLANG*

(A loud clanging noise echoes throughout the room, but we can't quite see
who or what is making the racket. The lightbulb continues to swing like a
pendulum.)

*CLASH*

(Another loud noise is heard, it sounds like the same object but hitting a
different surface. It echoes, like ringing in your ears it slowly fades
away. The pendulum light-bulb now slows down.)

*BANG*

(The third noise, probably the loudest, reverberates around the old tatty
room. Then, the shadow of a man walks in front of the light-bulb, he touches
the bulb with his hand to stop it swinging. As our eyes adjust to what's
going on we can faintly see that the man is "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi. Only
the one side of his face is lit up, the other side is completely drowned in
darkness. Tai's eyes look focused on the camera, a mean glare glistens from
his pupils. The usual cheeky grin adorns Tai Hashi's oriental face. With one
hand, Tai strokes the goatee on the end of his chin, in the other hand Tai
Hashi is holding a steel chair. A weapon often used in the world of
wrestling. The chair looks buckled and dented, from that we can see the
previous noises were the steel chair being hit against the wall.)

Tai Hashi: Tonight, the first BMWF production of the year two-thousand and
five. The day I turn over a new leaf and start a new chapter in my book.
Tonight, my first match of two-thousand and five and my first match after
the hellacious battle I had with the useless son of a --bleep--, Ash.
Tonight, I square off one-on-one, mano-y-mano, toe-to-toe with Hardcore
Harry!

(Tai whacks the buckled chair against the floor causing another
ear-shattering clang.)

Tai Hashi: Hardcore Harry? Harry, the most hardcore thing I've ever seen you
do is a closed-fist punch, you think that by putting the word 'Hardcore' in
your name that everybody on the roster will fear you, you think that when
people here the name 'Hardcore' that people will start to quiver in their
boots. You're wrong, sunshine! I've heard you like backyard wrestling too,
ha! Backyard wrestling is for people who are not talented enough to become
great professional wrestlers! I've heard you backstage talking to other guys
about how you should be noticed as a veteran around here, look man, I'm not
going to call you a has-been based on the fact you never was! You're like
Ash, you had your spot in the limelight, you took that spot, kept it for a
month or three and then your spot faded away just as a new batch of a
rookie's were walking down the BMWF pipeline and impressing the crowd. Guys
like Me, "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi, guys like Witherspoon, guys like Tobey
Miliken, Ezekiel and Howitzer. You were big in the days but now you're
nothing! NOTHING! You're 'Hardcore' gimmick wore off a long time ago, the
cavemen were probably impressed by it, but we are not. It's boring, dull and
basically it puts insomniacs to sleep.

(Tai raises the chair and smacks it against the wall, causing yet another
clang that seemed to echo for hours.)

Tai Hashi: Tonight, me and you will square off in the squared circle. You'll
be able to hear the fans chanting my name. "Hashi! Hashi! Hashi!", you'll
see the little kids in the front row with Tai Hashi t-shirts on. You'll see
the women holding up "Marry Me, Tai!" signs and you'll see the men lifting
up "Tai Hashi Rocks" signs. The crowd, they like me, The Hashi Army, they
like me, you wanna know why they like me, Harry? Because night after night I
put on one hell of a show that impresses them. They go home in awe at what
Lowedown did, they go home in awe at what Master Z did and they go home in
awe at what "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi did. Whether I pulled off a great
move, whether I cut a promo that was worth a million bucks or whatever, I
know what pleases the crowd!

(Tai Hashi walks closer to the camera, his face becoming more clearer in the
light.)

Tai Hashi: Hardcore Harry! I know something that this crowd really likes
more than a great high-risk move, I know something they like more than a
promo worth a million bucks and I know what they want to say to their
parents, to their wife, to their husband or to their friends when they go
home. They want to see you're sorry has-been --bleep-- laying in the middle
of the canvas, helpless, stranded, with nobody to help you and then me, "The
Rock Star", standing over you tall and proud with the referee by my side
raising my hand in the air, victory! That's what the crowd want to see and I
have no choice but to deliver to them what they want. Hardcore Harry,
tonight you step in the ring with the electrifying...

(Tai Hashi whacks the floor with the chair.)

Tai Hashi: The mesmerising...

(Tai Hashi whacks the wall.)

Tai Hashi: Rock Star, Tai Hashi, DIG THAT!

(Tai Hashi whacks the light-bulb with the chair causing it to smash, the
whole room is drowned in darkness as the scene fades away.)

(The scene opens up on Dale sitting in the locker room drinking some bottled water. He lays back against the wall and looks into the camera.)

Dale: Nate, he was crushed by his own move which I performed on him. He had no chance in the match. He has not the knowledge of the ring as I do. It is the place where I have accomplished so mush in the the short time I was here. You were an obstacle, yet, you were only like an ant. Not much to fight, all you need is to be stepped on and you are done.

(Dale stands up and stretches. He then walks out of the room, he returns to the room and tells the camera to follow.)

Dale: Ryushi is my next target. I may or may not give him the surprise today. See, Nate was a "special" person. He got to get the surprise because he was being a pansy and never talking. I decided to give him a strict beat down to make him know who the boss is around here. Well, it's not me... but Bruiser doesn't like no-showers and he hasn't been showing up for the cameras lately so, I taught him a lesson, with his own move.

(Dale runs into Bole knocking him down. Bole spills his coffee all over his pants.)

Bole: Ah, ouch. Hot hot hot.

Dale: Hello Bole.

Bole: Please stop calling me by my last name, it gets really irritating, and I don't like being irritated.

Dale: I bet people say the same thing about you.

Bole: What's that supposed to mean?

Dale: Nothing really. Just forget I said anything. Anyways, where were you headed?

Bole: Well, I was searching for you. I needed a quick interview from you...

Dale: Okay Bole.

Bole: What was with the actions that you pulled on Nate? I mean, you took him out with his own move. You were ruthless, you didn't even let him get a hit on you.

Dale: He was a waste. He didn't even fight back. I would have won the match after the Bronx Buster if I hadn't let him up. But I let him have a taste of his own medicine. I don't think he liked it though.

Bole: Nor do I. Look you are facing Ryushi. What do you think the odds are of winning against him?

Dale: Pretty even. Fifty fifty. There is no telling. I Will do my best though, that's all I have to say. In this case you can't tell. I wont try to guess the odds. I can't predict the future. So, we will just have to see how I fair.

Bole: Last thing, do you expect any pushes soon?

Dale: It's not up to me for pushes. It's up to Bruiser. I hope I get a push to a title shot soon though. I have been doing pretty good for a chance. I would LOVE a contendership match at least. But, hey, I can wait until they give me the push.

Bole: Well let's just keep hoping.

Dale: See you Bole, it's time for my match.

(Dale walks off.)

Bole: Well tere ya have it. Let's go to the match sha'll we?

(The scene fades.)

>>>

(The Syndicate is standing in front of Donnie. They all have serious looks about them. Donnie sits in a metal folding chair before them. He looks up at each member of The Syndicate, from Scotty Scott all the way down to Witherspoon.)

Scotty: Donnie... This Syndicate ain't 'bout bein' all nice and all. We got the new TV champion.

Witherspoon: Damn right. And we're gonna have this belt for a good long time.

Scotty: Ya got the BMWF World Tag Team champions.

Ash: These titles may not mean much to this federation as is obvious w/ the talent going after them, but they mean a lot to us. We aren’t about to let them go, and it’s your job to make sure we get top talent coming after them and that they stay around our waist. Understand?

Scotty: And ya got the Judge here. A man that could win a title any time... Any where.

Judge: Ezekiel only got lucky last week at Season's Beatings, I came within an eyelash of the Intercontinental title. And the only good part about that is, it just proves that I can win it anytime I want.

Donnie: Oh, I'm sure of it. The talent in the Syndicate is unmatched.

Scotty: Well, we've reached our decision. Judge, why don't ya tell Donnie what we decided?

Judge: Donnie, we've decided that The Syndicate needs you. You have led Dizi MacPhearson to BMWF gold numerous times, and you have a certified business degree. Although we have so much talent in this stable, the one thing we are missing is someone to advise us and stand by us on our way to victory. The Syndicate is not a stable to mess with, and you would be an awesome addition.

Donnie: Let me just say that I'm going to enjoy working with all of you. I know I'm going to help you as your manager and, if you so choose, a financial advisor.

Ash: Congrats Donnie. Look we’ve really made an exception here letting you in. But that only shows how much talent we know you have and how much is still left for you to accomplish. Don’t give us an opportunity to think we’ve made a mistake.

Donnie: I guarantee, I will not let the Syndicate down.

Scotty: Donnie... I ain't gonna lie... I have muh doubts 'bout ya.... But the rest of these guys think yer a good egg... So welcome ta the Syndicate.

Donnie: I said earlier that the Syndicate was talented, but I also believe you are the strongest, most cohesive group in the BMWF. I am going to do every thing in my power to make the Syndicate unstoppable.

Scotty: I like what I hear.

(Scotty Scott and Donnie MacPhearson shake hands as Ash, The Judge, and Witherspoon look on. We fade as The Syndicate members talk with Donnie about their plans.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The former Light Heavyweight Champ makes his way down to the ring area, his focus solely on the match at hand. Once inside he bounces off the ropes a few times before the match begins.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

Jr: And here comes Dale after Lilly's introduction. This guy looks ready for the Match.

King: Go Dale...

Jr: I thought you disliked Dale.

King: You didn't let me finish. I was saying, Go Dale's Opponent.

Jr: Okay... I wonder why don't you like Dale?

King: I was at a party and Dale stole a hot girl from me.

Jr: She was probably too young for you anyways...

King: So what? What are you trying to say?

Jr: Nevermind. Dale has a mic....

Dale: Let me just say I have loved this place and its fans ever since I came here. I appreciate all the support given to me. Even when I was new. Now I have thousands of fans on my side and that makes me proud. So, I dedicate this match to all of you.

(Dale drops the mic.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Well, there we go, Ryushi starts off with punches.

He whips Dale into the ropes and swings with a clothesline, Dale slides between Ryushis legs and dropkicks rushi in the back. Ryushi falls neck first onto the top rope and springs back hitting the mat hard. He holds his neck trying to breathe. Dale climbs to the top rope and does a flying dropkick as Ryushi climbs back up. Ryushi flies through the middle rope and hits the ground. Dale runs to the opposite side and the runs toward Ryushi and does a swan dive plancha. Dale lands it directly and both men are out on the ground. The ref counts. Dale gets up at the count of three. Ryushi is fighting to get up. Dale hits a running dropkick. He gets up and slides into the ring and back out to break the count. He grabs Ryushi and throws him into the turnbuckle pole.

JR: And Ryushi is busted open.

King: Wow Ryushi bleeds purple!

JR: You need to get those eyes checked King.

Dale throws ryushi into the ring and kicks Ryushi in the gut a couple of times. He then clibs the turnbuckle and springs off it and lands his feet into the gut of Ryushi. The fans start chanting Dale's name.

Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Ryushi Fujita side-steps and
Dale Anderson only hits air.
Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a Northern Lights suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson misses with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a brainbuster, but Dale Anderson counters it with
a slide down.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with an enzuigiri.
Dale Anderson goes for a Frankensteiner, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a tiger driver.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

(Fujita grabs Anderson and tries to bodyslam him only to have it countered by an arm drag. As he gets to his feet Fujita is greeted by a stiff forearm shot to the head by Anderson staggering him backwards. He connects on several more forearms before sending Fujita into the ropes. Fujita ducks the clothesline attempt and springboards off the ropes catching Anderson and delivering a reverse DDT that brings the crowd to life.)

JR: The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.
Ryushi Fujita climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Dale Anderson nails him
in the stomach.
Ryushi Fujita falls onto the top turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson takes Ryushi Fujita down with a top-rope neckbreaker.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson hits neckbreaker on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson sets up Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes a top-rope neckbreaker on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson has Ryushi Fujita by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off
with a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Dale Anderson goes for a scoop slam, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a backdrop.

(Fujita slowly lifts Anderson to his feet and then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex. He then moves him towards the corner and quickly executes a split legged moonsault. Fujita pauses for a second before grabbing Anderson and driving him to the mat with a vicious ddt. He quickly pounces on him and locks in a kneelock submission. Anderson remains in the hold for several seconds before finally reaching the bottom rope causing the ref to break the hold.)

JR: Ryushi Fujita hits a Northern Lights suplex on Dale Anderson.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...

Dale is up and slams Ryushi to the mat. He then pulls Ryushi up by the hair. Dale rolls him up in a small package.

Ref: 1...2... kickout!

Dale executes elbow drops over and over again. He drops the tenth one and gets up. He executes a snap suplex. He then double axe handles the face of Ryushi. Dale gets up and throws Ryushi into then corner. He then lifts Ryushi into the Bronx Buster and Executes it. Ryushi falls twitching on the mat. Dale lifts Ryushi again and grabs him.

JR: OH no. God help Ryushi.

Dale tries to execute the honed edge on Ryushi, but Ryushi counters it.

(Anderson staggers Fujita with a stiff right hand and quickly follows that up with a short arm clothesline. Fujita is stomped a couple of times before being dragged to his feet and whipped into the ropes, Anderson goes for another clothesline but Fujita counters it by ducking the clothesline and connecting with a reverse neckbreaker. Fujita quickly grabs him and drives him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex. He stomps on Anderson a few times before climbing the turnbuckle and leaping off with a flying elbowdrop.)

JR: Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a flying elbowdrop.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ryushi Fujita!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA "That's the way! The Way it is!
That's the way! The way that we live!
Don't back down! Don't ever give in now!
Cos that's the way that it is!"

("The Way it is" by Powerman 5000 continues to shatter the eardrums of the fans in attendance. The crowd cheer and hold up their Tai Hashi signs as the man himself walks through the curtains to huge burst of cheers. Tai is wearing a police outfit, the blue shirt, black trousers, black shoes, hat and even a truncheon in his hand. Tai shows off his trademark grin before walking down the ramp slapping the fans hands. As the music continues, Tai walks right around the outside of the ring slapping the fans hands even slapping the hands of the commentators and ring announcers as he passes them. Once Tai has done one whole lap around the squared ring he climbs the ring steps and hops over the top rope. Tai grabs a microphone as the music fades away.)

Tai Hashi: Neee naaaww neee naww neee naw!! Hey Ash, I bet you're used to hearing those sounds ain't ya? The sounds of a police siren getting ready to pounce on your sorry *bleep*. Dude, just because you ain't got enough money or just because you don't have your own TV don't give you a right to nick other peoples! If you really want to watch those porn channels then get a TV of your own...

(Suddenly the guttural bass of Pantera’s “Drag the Water” interrupts Tai. The crowd begins to boo as Ash makes his way from the back. Ash slowly makes his way from the back with an intense look in his eyes. He doesn’t take his eyes off Tai as he stands at the top of the ramp. Ash appears a little battered, but most of his bruises are now a light brown in color. Ash still seems to be favoring his shoulder slightly as he reaches back and pulls out a mic.)

Ash: Enough... I see you think you’re pretty amusing out here Tai. I’m sure these idiots find you quite amusing out here in that getup doing your song and dance. Well you know what Tai, I don’t find you amusing. I don’t find you interesting, I don’t find you funny, in fact I don’t even find you tolerable.

Tai: Look man, yeah, I understand that you probably lost all your sense of humour in the prison or whatever the hell you jailbirds call it. I guess being taken up the rear in the showers by a grizzly armed-robber isn't really the funniest thing in the world...oh wait, yes it is! And you know what else these people find funny, Ash? The way I kicked your sorry little *bleep* at Seasons Beatings, dig that!

(The crowd laughs as Ash only appears too look more angry at the mention of his loss at Season’s Beatings.)

Ash: You want to talk about that. Fine, let’s talk. That match was a fluke, that idiot ref couldn’t have counted any slower if he tried. That’s the only reason you were even able to get your feet on the rope in time. If you think you really that big and bad, and that last week wasn’t really a fluke then I challenge you tonight to a rematch. That is unless you’re afraid.

Tai: Look man, tonight, I have a match with Hardcore Harry that I need all my energy for, ya' know this guy really deserves a good rock star style beatdown and anyway, why should I give you a re-match just so I can win again?

Ash: Just what I figured, you’re a yellow punk *bleep*. I should have known you wouldn’t have the stones to prove last night wasn’t a fluke.

Tai: I don't have the stones? Last night was a fluke? HA! Give me a break, Ash. You think all those bruises all over your body make this a fluke? You think that shoulder injury you have there made that match a fluke? You don't have the stones to admit that I'm better than you and that I can beat you again!

Ash: So be it Tai, bet let’s just make this clear. I will have my rematch, and until I do I’m going to pick off everything you hold of value. Everywhere you go I’ll be there, everywhere you look, you’ll see me, every time you think you’ll think of me. I’m going to infest your life and make you wish you’d just came back out tonight and taken your beating. You’ve only got yourself to blame for this Tai. So when you’re sitting alone and surrounded by the broken remains of your life, you look back on this moment and remember the choice you’re making. Congratulations Tai, you’ve just got yourself a new shadow.

Tai: (Sarcastic tone) Oooh, I'm scared, I'm shaking in my boots. (Normal tone) Ash, I'd like to see you try to make my life a living hell, you play mind-games but you know for sure that between you and me, I'm the better man when it comes down to wrestling skills! DIG THAT!

("The Way it is" by Powerman 5000 blares over the P.A as Ash and Tai stare down each other. Tai then breaks the eye contact and goes to riling up the crowd. Ash obviously furious turns and heads to the back.)

JR: I’d say things are far from over between these two King, wouldn’t you.

King: You mean we have another month of this? Yaaah!!

JR: Control yourself King, these two gave it their all last week, I can only imagine what they’ll have in store for each other this time around.

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