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

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way down to the ring to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is dressed all in black as is Flame who is sporting a short black dress. Lowedown slides into the ring under the bottom rope alongside Flame as both look to the crowd before rising up off the mat and look around at the sold out crowd.
Lowedown climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and slowly raises his arms in the air and then brings his arms towards his waists and motions for the World title. Lowedown looks over at Flame who
holds a microphone in her hands as she brings it up to her mouth...)

King:I wish I was that microphone just so I could be close to her PUPPIES!

JR:After her interfernce last week in her husband's World title match, Lowedown is not the least bit happy!

King:Happy? I don't think he's smiled since Z beat him up at the beginning of Season's Beatings!

JR:Lowedown is definitely looking to have another shot at the World title as soon as possible! He wants to become the World champion for the sixth time!

King:I think if Lowedown and Z get in the ring again, no one will be safe!

(Flame looks around as she begins to speak...)

Flame:Last week at Season's Beatings, my husband was robbed of becoming the World champion! My husband had Z pinned in the center of the ring for the 1...2...3 and the referee disqualified
him for no reason!

King:No reason? She pepper sprayed Z right in the eyes!

JR:I don't think she remembers that. She must have gotten that black dye in her own eyes!

King:Lowedown must have as well! HAHAHA!

Flame:And tonight, I am demanding that something be done about this travesty of justice! I am asking for a full investigation into the referees here in this business who may be on the take! I am accusing some of the referees here in the BMWF of letting their pockets getting some extra greenbacks from some of the wrestlers here!

JR:What? I can't believe what she has just said here tonight!

King:I think she might be right! These referees are always laying down on the job thinking they can count to three! HAHAHA!

Flame:My husband who has been fighting for each and every single one of you has been robbed of the World title and has been disrespected by that pathetic excuse of a World champion you
know as Master Z! The low class, no talent, mid-carder sack of BLEEP who somehow has the World title around his waist!

(Crowd boos at the mention of Z's name...)

Flame:Last week, Master Z attacked my husband like a chump in the parking lot! In the d@mn parking lot people! Master Z seems to think that the only way he can win against my husband is if
he tries to weaken him or any opponent that he has to face! Z, I would hate to see how you would handle anyone who steps into the ring with my husband or anyone else here when they are at
the top of their game! Some World champion huh? A man who claims to be the best in the business can't step in the ring without trying to injure his opponent! You know what Z? You're not a real
champion...

(Flame pauses as she walks right up to the camera...)

Flame:...you're nothing but...a FLUKE!

(The crowd lets out a collective "Ooooooooh!" as Flame nods her head in approval. The crowd begins to chant "FLUKE!" as Flame walks over and leans on the ropes and stands next to her husband before she speaks again...)

Flame:Now this man to my right is a real kind of World champion! He wouldn't cower against his opponents like that fluke Z would! This man knows how to step into a ring with anyone and fight them like a true champion should! The only problem is that we need Master Z to sign a contract for a re-match for the World Heavyweight championship and I don't think he has the guts to do it! Do you think he has the guts to sign that contract? If you think he has the guts, let me hear a "HELL YA!"

Crowd:HELL NO!

Flame:That's what I thought! Master Z is the most pathetic excuse of a champion that has ever worn a Depend undergarmet in this business! You need a younger and stronger champion who fights for the people instead of against the people! Someone who is up to date on the issues surrounding him and not what the date is! Someone who doesn't use his first sundial to find out what time it is! We need a stronger and more efficient champion!

JR:Is Lowedown running for office here? It sounds like Flame is his campaign manager.

King:I'd vote for him! He sounds like a solid candidate!

JR:But he hasn't said anything!

King:Exactly! HAHAHA!

Flame:My husband will be the next World Heavyweight champion and that is all I have to say! Now, I would like to introduce you to the Dark Horse of the BMWF...LOWEDOWN!

King:Why is she calling him the Dark Horse?

JR:Probably due to the recent wardrobe change I would suppose. He wears nothing but black now.

King:Saves him money on cleaning bills.

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown finally steps down from the 2nd rope and makes his way over to his wife who holds the microphone up in the air. Lowedown takes the microphone and looks around at the sold out crowd and takes off his sunglasses. Lowedown is about to speak when he is stopped by the chant of his name throughout the sold out arena. Lowedown slowly walks over to the ropes and holds out the microphone as the crowd begins to chant even louder...)

JR:This crowd is standing behind Lowedown!

King:He must think that microphone can pick up the fans in the nosebleed section up there!

(Before Lowedown is about to speak, Flame pulls the microphone down and tries once again to calm him down. Lowedown's eyes are still wild and unfocused as he listens to every word she speaks. As he finally stands fully upright, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak...)

Lowedown:Let me clear up a lil' something for each and everyone of you sitting here and watching at home about a few things. First of all, I want to apologize to each and every single one of you for not becoming the six time World champion due to a referee's inability to count to three. I should be standing here in front of you with the World title around my waist and last week I whooped Z's @$$ like a rag doll and I dropped the leg on him and had him pinned. The referee in his stupidity disqualified me for no reason other than the fact that he is a complete moron! I should be in this ring holding a fifteen pound piece of gold with my name on it, but no. Some jack@$$ referee decides that I shouldn't be the World champion all because Z lined his pockets and made himself a complete and utter sellout!

JR:I can't believe Lowedown is calling the referee such names!

King:He's probably just ticked off that the referee caught Flame spraying pepper spray in Z's face! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:But now we have to watch that geriatric sonofableep Z walk around here like he's the best thing going today when we all know that the best thing going today is standing right in this ring!

(Crowd pops)

King:He is right! Those PUPPIES are the best thing in that ring! WOO-HOO!

Lowedown:Now, I know what some of you might be thinking. How can you be the best thing going today when Tamer managed to swipe the Hardcore title from you two weeks ago? First of all, the Hardcore title was a nice lil' trinket, but it's not for me. I'm more of a brass ring kind of guy. I will be the first to congratulate Tamer for becoming the new Hardcore champion and hope he has enough blood in his system to handle the matches.

(Pause)

Lowedown:When I am talking about the brass ring, I am talking about that World title plain and simple. That World title is very important to me! That World title is my life! And it looks to me peeps that the one person standing in my way is you Z. You are in my way of bringing my life back together. I have shed all the glamour and the glitz. I have taken the crimson out of the my hair and have gone back to what I do best. We all know what I do best and that is whoop some @$$ each and every week! DO YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Now tonight it seems to another swerve attempt by Z to keep me from my re-match! I am stepping into the ring with that fluke against Scotty Scott and my so called brother Ash. I wonder who could have asked for that one Z? It sure as hell wasn't me!

(Pause)

Lowedown:I think Z asked for a tag match since he seems to think that I don't deserve another shot! So, it looks to me like you boys are in for a long night! I hope you don't mind me thinking about how I plan to use you two as a stepping stone or a warm up match for my next World title shot because I will be doing just that! I am going to beat you both like the BLEEP you are and not look back when the EMT's are carting your @$$e$ out of here! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown pauses as the crowd begins to chant his name. Lowedown remains in the middle of the ring and looks towards Flame who arches her back...)

King:Never in my life have I wanted to be that middle rope so badly! WOO-HOO!

JR:Stop it King!

Lowedown:The bottom line is that I have bad news...and I have worse news for you tonight boys! The bad news is Master Z is going to be the blame for tonight's unfortunate incidents. The worse news is that I am going to be the one beating y'all within an inch of your life! Remember, don't blame me...blame Master Z! Master Z will be the reason why you are bleeding all over this ring! Master Z will be the reason when you'll be seeing red when you go to the bathroom!

King:EWWWWW!

Lowedown:And Master Z will be the reason that your careers get put on the shelf! Z, I hope you can sleep at night knowing that you are the reason why I'm going to take out all my anger, all my frustrations, and all my rage out on anyone who steps in the ring with me! You have gone and BLEEPED up the careers of alot of wrestlers until that belt is around my waist again! Not that you care Z, but no one will be safe until your shoulders are pinned for the three count or you are put to sleep!

JR:I think Lowedown is serious!

King:Look in his eyes J.R! I don't think he has a heart anymore! YAHHHH!

Lowedown:Do you see what have you've done to me Z? I'm no longer a rational human being. I'm no longer thinking outside the box. I'm thinking only inside this very ring. All I'm thinking about it what will it take to take that belt from around your waist and put it back around mine. And you know what Z? I'll do whatever it takes to get that title around my waist. Whatever...it...takes. Even if I have to go through everyone in the back to do it.

(Lowedown pauses as he puts his sunglasses back and then looks back up at the camera...)

Lowedown:No one is safe Z...no one. This speech...is over!

(Lowedown drops the microphone in the middle of the ring as "Lean Back" begins to play again. Lowedown and Flame climb out of the ring and walk around the ring before finally exiting through the crowd. Lowedown and Flame make their way up the steps. Lowedown stops halfway up the steps and turns around to look at the crowd before raising his arms high in the air. After a brief moment, Lowedown and Flame exit through the curtain...)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

LILLY: His opponent...
From Toronto, ON, Canada...
Weighing in at 226 pounds...

"The Complete Package" Nate Adams

KING: Hey! I think Nate chickened out and quit!

JR: you know what this means, don't you, King?

KING: YAHHH! NO NO!

*KA-BOOM!*

JR: IT'S KRIS JERICHO!

KING: And his band "Fuzzy"!

JR: They're back!

KING: He's got the mic!

Jericho: Welcome to BEDLAM...IS...JERICHO!!!

(fans cheer)

Jericho: Well, it looks like we've got ourselves another @$$clown, er, I mean, no-show! Yeah, , but that's ok! nobody wanted to see Shane Perish wrestle anyway. Well, nobody but the insomniacs in the audience! So, just get out of the ring, junior! It's looks like it's up to me...your hero...Kris Jericho...to save the ratings!!

Jericho: Now, Just for Adams, me and my band have a song for you! It goes like this:
(music plays)

NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

KING: Gee! What aswell guy to write the same song for all the no-shows!

Jericho and Fans:
NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

JR: he didn't write that song. Oh, well.I guess that takes care of this match! Shane wins by default! We'll be right back!!

>>>

(William Black and Spirit are walking slowly, side by side backstages towards a locker room when they are spotted by The Couch. Couch runs up to them with a mic trying to get an interview.)

COUCH: Mr. Black! Mr. Black! A moment please!

(The camera shows William Black and Spirit's expressions on their faces. Black seems indifferent while Spirit just rolls her eyes.)

BLACK: No comment.

COUCH: Mr. Black! A word please... for the fans!

(Spirit turns and steps up to The Couch.)

SPIRIT: He said no comment.

(But then William Black turns and puts a hand on her shoulder. Spirit steps to the side.)

BLACK: I've changed my mind.

(After taking the mic, William Black starts to speak, peering into the face of the camera.)

BLACK: I'll make this short and sweet. Yes. I tapped out. Yes it was a Boston Crab. Yes Howitzer finally beat me fair and square. Yes the move hurt. Alright, now that that's out of the way... I've got something to say to Vernon Vanderbuilt. It's really simple. Vernon, you can talk all of the trash you want too. You can run your mouth all day and all night. You can even be the flaming furnace of fabulosity, it doesn't matter. It's time to fight. And in the end... you WILL.... Feel the Boom!

(William Black pushes the mic back to The Couch.)

BLACK: Now, if you'll excuse us...

(William Black and Spirit both walk off, leaving The Couch standing there with a dumb look on his face.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown arriving to the arena earlier in the day. He is wearing a dark black trench coat, dark sunglasses, and is carrying his luggage. Slim Jim Sullivan rushes over to The Judge just as he approaches The Syndicate's locker room.)

Judge: Make it quick!

Slim: Judge, last week you suffered a defeat at the hands of Ezekiel in Match Five of your Five Match Series for the Intercontinental title in a 90 Minute IronMan match. What are your comments on what many were calling the "Match of the Night?"

Judge: Match of the Night? How could it be match of the night when Ezekiel came out the victor? True, Ezekiel and I did put on an amazing performance at Season's Beatings last week, but it definitely did not end up the way everyone was hoping for! I know that everyone at the BMWF Arena last week and the millions of people watching out home were hanging on the edges of their seats waiting for Ezekiel to tap out! But Ezekiel proved too strong, and he refused to tap.

Slim: Is that why after the match you shook hands with Ezekiel?

Judge: I shook hands with Ezekiel because I respected the man for being able to beat me. It was my fault that I agreed to the Five Match Series and just didn't take his Intercontinental title in the first match! But you know what, losing to Ezekiel isn't such a big deal, after all, by me beating him in the first two matches, it pretty much proves that I can win the Intercontinental title whenever I want.

Slim: Tonight you face Tamer for the BMWF Hardcore title, a title you have already held. What are your feelings going into this match?

Judge: The last time Tamer and I were in the ring for the Hardcore title, I beat both him and Hardcore Harry down to a bloody pulp and tonight will be no different. Tamer, you probably think you're pretty tough now that you were able to defeat LoweDown for this title. Well newsflash buddy, the Hardcore title would have never been around your waist without blatant interference by Master Z! In fact, you wouldn't have ever held a title in the BMWF if it wasn't for Tyrone Smith! Tonight Tamer, the BMWF Hardcore title is coming to The Syndicate.

Slim: Being the only member of The Syndicate without a BMWF title, you must be looking to win the Hardcore title tonight.

Judge: You know what, you're pushing your luck.

(The Judge enters The Syndicate locker room as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
From Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

(Tupac's Hit Em Up starts to play as Mafioso walks out and makes his way
down to the ring. Mafioso looks not at all into his upcoming match. He
slides into the ring and a production worker throws him a mic)

Mafioso: I don't know who's bright idea it was to make this bull#### match
but whatever!

(Mafioso throws the mic down and paces back and forth across the ring
appearing to be waiting for something or someone)


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Misty Rivers...
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(“Vertigo” plays and out walks Tobey Miliken wearing red pants with the letters, “Hollywood” written in black going down the right leg and “Idol” down the left leg. Misty Rivers is wearing a black evening gown and has her hair all up for the night. Tobey enters the ring and has a smile on his face looks into the crowd and then sneers.)
 
*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

Tobey runs over and clotheslines Mafioso.
 
King: Aren’t these two stable mates?
 
JR: This is Tobey Miliken we are talking about King. He only cares about one thing, Tobey Miliken.
 
Tobey grabs Mafioso and throws him out of the ring.
 
(Misty tosses Tobey a mic.)
 
Tobey: Look Mafioso, we are stable mates. You’re my boy Mafioso. You’re my friend. But when or if you get back into this ring, I am going to kick your butt. Ya see this is a whole new year bro. This is 2005. This is the year of the “Hollywood Idol.” Tonight is just a stepping stone on my way to something better. That something better is the intercontinental title. And I will win that title at the first pay per view of the new year. Tonight I am using this match as my first match not just of the year, but of my new career. I hate to beat you bro, but you get back in this ring, and I will beat the heck out of you.
 
(Mafioso gets up.)
 
Tobey: Now Bro, I love ya like a brother, but you step in this ring and friendships aside, I will beat the living crud out of you. Now don't be foolish, leave now before I give you a preview of what waits for Ezekiel.
 
(Mafioso gets in the ring and the two lock up.)
 
Tobey whips Mafioso into the ropes
Tobey hip tosses Mafioso
Tobey then drops a knee in the sternum of Mafioso
Tobey then starts kicking Mafioso to the head.
Tobey then picks up Mafioso and delivers a face buster
Tobey then whips Mafioso into a turnbuckle.
Tobey runs clotheslines Mafioso against the turnbuckle.
 
King: I think Tobey is serious JR. I think he wants to win.

JR: Tobey Miliken hits a drop toehold on Mafioso.
Tobey Miliken throws Mafioso into the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken hits a knife edge on Mafioso.
Tobey Miliken executes a dropkick on Mafioso.
Tobey Miliken hits Mafioso with a series of punches.
Tobey Miliken hits Mafioso with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken nails Mafioso with a swinging neckbreaker.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

Tobey Miliken uses a swinging neckbreaker on Mafioso.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez enters the ring and hits Tobey Miliken with
a chair.
Before Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez connects, Tobey Miliken
moves out of the way.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez hits Mafioso.
Tobey Miliken throws Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez over the top rope.
Mafioso is out cold.
Tobey Miliken goes for a flying cross bodypress, but
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez shoves him off the turnbuckle.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso hits Tobey Miliken with a pumphandle slam.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Mafioso is going for the cover.
There is no referee to count.
Mafioso catches Tobey Miliken in a stepover facelock.
There is no referee there to ask Tobey Miliken.
Rick Patrick is back on the job.
Tobey Miliken is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tobey Miliken is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tobey Miliken inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 14
seconds.
Mafioso executes a piledriver on Tobey Miliken.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.

Tobey gets up and as Mafioso stands over top of him Tobey delivers a fist to the gut.
Mafioso bends over and Tobey upper cuts him with a right hand.
Mafioso falls down and Tobey runs against the ropes and as he springs back he delivers leg drop across the throat of Mafioso.
Tobey then gets up and slides out of the ring.
 
JR: What is Tobey doing now?
 
King: I don't know. But I don't think that he is going to leave this unsettled.
 
JR: Tobey looks under the ring and pulls a black bag out.
Misty Rivers runs and distracts the ref for a moment.
Tobey pulls out a bag of thumb tacks and spreads them all over the floor outside the ring area.
Tobey then sets up a table over top of the thumb tacks.

KING: You know Misty looks just like Ric Flair when he's trying to distract the ref... only prettier!

JR: Tobey gets back into the ring and picks up Mafioso and whips him into the ropes.
As Mafioso comes back Tobey grabs him and with a german suplex release he throws Mafioso over the ropes through the table and onto the thumb tacks.
 
King: OW... If Tobey will do that to his friend, I would hate to see what he would do to his enemy.
 
Tobey gets out of the ring and grabs Mafioso and throws him back into the ring.
Tobey grabs Mafioso and whips him into the turnbuckle.
Mafioso is bleeding on his back from the thumbtacks.
Tobey runs and splashes against Mafioso.
Mafioso stumbles out of the turnbuckle and Tobey executes "The Unedited Version".
 
King: It's over JR...It has to be.
 
Tobey goes for the cover.

JR: That's my line!

("Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva hits the PA system and Shane and Harry
come out as soon as the opening bell rings  they slide in the ring. Harry
squares off with Tobey and Shane corners Mafioso. Harry and Shane already
have microphones in their hands.)

Shane: What the Hell is wrong with you two?

Harry: This isn't the way the Union takes care of things.

Shane: The Union shall not stand divided out here!

(Shane and Harry both slap Mafioso and Tobey at the same time causing the
ref to call a no contest.)

*DING DING DING*

Lilly: This match due to interference is ruled a no contest!

Shane: Now if you two still wanna fight You can fight Harry and me. If you
wanna get past this lets go to the back standing together.

Mafioso: I'm cool. I say let The Union stand strong!

("Survival of the Sickest" hits the PA system and The Union walks undivided
to the back as the camera cuts out.)

>>>

(The camera opens in the parking lot when suddenly the door to the arena slams open and Ash comes stomping out. Ash is pacing back and forth furiously swearing to himself. He walks down the line of cars and stops at Tai’s custom designed Cadilliac. Ash looks around and doesn’t see anyone and turns around looking for something. Ash picks up a large cinder block and turns around and finds himself face to face with a medium sized member of security.)

Guard: Mr. Ash, I’m sorry but I’m supposed to be watching out for Mr. Tai’s automobile tonight. This was custom created to celebrate his recent successes and is irreplaceable. It means quite a lot to him, so much that he’s hired me to watch out for it.

Ash: Yeah, I wasn’t going to do anything with this block, just needed a foot rest to tie my shoe.

(Ash sets the block down and rests his foot on it and relaces his boot. Ash talks to the guard while he laces.)

Ash: So you been doing this long?

Guard: Security? No actually this is my first job. But I’m going to do a great job so Mr. Hashi hires me on full time.

(Ash chuckles to himself and gets that familiar evil grin across his face. Ash finishes up lacing and stands up.)

Ash: Well I’m sure Tai will never forget the job you do tonight kid. (under his breath) I’ll make sure of that.

(Ash pulls a cell phone from his pocket and laughs to himself as he begins to dial. Ash heads back into the arena before we can hear who he called.)

>>>

(Cheri Runnels is standing backstage with "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Cheri: Vernon, tonight you're going one-on-one against Alexei Romanov.

Vernon: So I've heard.

Cheri: Your thoughts?

Vernon: I think Jessica Simpson may be dumber than Paris Hilton.

Cheri: I meant about the match.

Vernon: Oh. I really don't have many thoughts about the match. It's a match.what more can I
say? Alexei's good, in that "so good he's boring" kinda way. I mean, what is he, Russian? I
just expect more from the Russians. Usually they try so hard to outshine us Americans, you know?

Cheri: I don't really follow sociology all that much.

Vernon: Not enough ho-ishness in it?

Cheri: What's that?

Vernon: Never mind.

Cheri: So do you think you'll win tonight?

Vernon: Are your breasts fake?

Cheri: Yeah.

Vernon: Exactly.

Cheri: What?

Vernon: Huh?

Cheri: Who?

Vernon: You.

Cheri: Me?

Vernon: Maybe.

Cheri: Maybe?

Vernon: On second thought. . .no.

Cheri: No?

Vernon: No.

Cheri: I'm confused.

Vernon: I know, darling. I'd expect no less from you.

Cheri: Thank you.

Vernon: You're welcome. And on that note, I must be off.

Cheri: Oh. Uh. . .bye!

Vernon: Ta ta.

(Vernon exits.)

Cheri: So Vernon Vanderbilt faces Alexei Romanov tonight, and I think he thinks he's going to win
too! And now, back to the show!

>>>

(Dizi wanders into a locker room and glances around. She spots Aquatic sitting a mirror and brushing her hair.)

Dizi: Hey! This isn't the Prime Time locker room, is it?

Aquatic: (turning around) It depends. Am I a member of Prime Time?

(Dizi tilts her head and regards Aquatic thoughtfully.)

Dizi: I don't know. Are you?

(Dizi takes a big bite of ice cream from a carton she's holding.)

Dizi: Phish food?

Aquatic: I forgot too....I don't think so....HEY! ICE CREAM!

(Dizi lights up.)

Dizi: Ben and Jerry's Phish Food! It's fabulous! It's chocolate ice cream, with caramel, marshmellow and fudge fish. You got a spoon?

(Aquatic sticks her face in the ice cream and begins to eat.)

Aquatic: Um...I mean....no. Sorry.

Dizi: That's how Sugar eats ice cream. But not this kind, only vanilla cuz chocolate is bad for dogs. Have you seen him around though? I want to wish him luck before his match.

Aquatic: Sugar has a match? I thought dogfighting was illegal in this state.

Dizi: No, Sugar's at home. Spoon has a match.

Aquatic: Look, I'm sorry. I just didn't have one on me.

(Dizi offers Aquatic her spoon.)

Dizi: You can use mine. You have chocolate all over your chin. It kills their red blood cells. Did you say you were in Prime Time? Cuz I am! He even got me new ring gear to match my jacket. That's why my hair is purple.

Aquatic: My hair's blue, so together we make indigo! (Aquatic stops for a second.) If your spoon is wrestling toight, isn't it wrestling Kolic? And isn't he in Prime Time? And why is that jacket so cute?

Dizi: Indigo Girls! They did that one song years ago. That was cool. It is cute, isn't it? I love the kitten! Tamer said it suited my personality.

Aquatic: I owned a kitty once. Rachel Pitt BURNED IT!!!!

(Aquatic twitches for a moment)

Aquatic: Wow....that's been building. Sorry.

Dizi: (horrified) Oh My God!! What a *bleep!* What a complete *bleeping bleep bleepity bleep*!!!! If she was here I'd so kick her @$$!

Aquatic: Wow...thanks. She was an old member of Prime Time. I remember her and Tamer used to....(Aquatic looks at Dizi)...um....strongly dislike each other. Yeah. That's it.

Dizi: Really? I thought they dated.... or was that Sarah? Or was that that Tyrone? (shrugs) But Tamer's with me now.

Aquatic: You're a remarkably understanding young woman....did we have a match earlier?

(Dizi takes a bite of ice cream, then loads the spoon again and offers it to Aquatic.)

Dizi: I dunno... there were so many people to keep track of. You know Troy comes out on DVD tomorrow. We should rent that.

Aquatic: We should...

(Aquatic tepidly extends her hand, somewhat cringing.)

Aquatic: ...friends?

(Dizi beams at Aquatic.)

Dizi: Okay!

(Dizi ignores the outstretched hand, hugs Aquatic and gives her a big kiss on the cheek. She also accidentally sticks the spoonful of ice cream in Aquatic's hair.)

Aquatic: (totally oblivious to the ice cream) Wow! You're not as hostile as everyone else!

(Aquatic kisses Dizi back, getting the chocolate on her chin on Dizi's face.)

Aquatic: Do you want to look for your spoon now? The one wrestling?

Dizi: Okay!

(The two, ice cream covered women, turn and exit the dressing room.)

FADE

(The camera cuts backstage where Tamer is shown walking out of the Prime Time locker room when The Judge suddenly ambushes him from behind with a hard right shot, sending Tamer to the ground.)

JR: This is uncalled for!

(Judge kicks Tamer in the ribs as Tamer keels over in pain.)

Judge: Tamer, don't take this personally, just consider it a much needed reality check. There is no way that you are walking out of Adrian tonight the BMWF Hardcore Champion, and THAT...IS...

(Tamer suddenly punches Judge in the stomach and gets to his feet. Tamer charges at Judge but Judge side-steps him and sends him colliding with the wall.)

Judge: FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as we fade on a shaken up Tamer.)

>>>

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena, revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)

King: Whoa!

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and calls for a mic)

JR: We haven't seen Kolic speak to the fans in months, he must have
something important to say!

King: Maybe he...

JR: Quiet King, he's about to talk!

King: What? I...

Kolic: What's up Adrian?! (Crowd cheers) Others may complain about how small
your town is, but I say forget them, small towns are what make America
great! (Pop)

King: This sure is a small town! I think the entire Adrian population is
here!

Kolic: As all of you know, Prime Time did very well in 2004! We claimed many
titles, including the World Championship, and even ended the year with a
bang when Ezekiel retained his title at Season's Beatings! Just like the Red
Sox did against the Yankees, Ezekiel overcame a 2-0 deficit to win the next
three matches and the Intercontinental Title! (Pop) Tamer also retained his
Hardcore title against Ryushi Fujita! Axe, despite our group's animosity
toward you, I wish you the best of luck wherever you are.

JR: Unusual show of compassion from...well, not unusual from Kolic, but
considering how Axe and Prime Time feel toward each other, it's stunning!

Kolic: I, on the other hand, haven't done so well lately. Since October,
I've had only two wins and a couple of ties, with more losses than I care to
count. However...that ends tonight, when I will face and defeat Witherspoon
for the TV Title! (Cheers) 'Spoon, expect only the best fight for me, for
though it would be heartbreaking for you to lose the title a week after
winning it, it would be a waste of both of our time and talents for me to
take a fall. Now...Tobey Miliken...(Crowd erupts into boos) Yeah, that's
pretty much what everyone thinks about him. All I have to say to you is:
good luck if you run into Vernon Vanderbilt again. He's a great guy in real
life, but you make him too mad, and he'll unleash the wrath of Hades upon
you. That's all I have to say for now, God bless you all and good night!

(The crowd cheers as "In Me" plays. Kolic jumps out of the rings and slaps
the fans' hands as he walks up the ramp.)

JR: There you have it, Kolic ready to win the TV Title!

King: Not likely! Witherspoon fought like crazy to win it from Miliken! He
won't let it go easily!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Standing outside a closed locker room door, we see the BMWF's Michael Bole
grasping a microphone and preparing to deliver another stellar performance.
On the door, there are only a few Japanese characters.)

BOLE: I'm standing back here next to... Well, quite frankly, I really don't
know. I don't read Japanese, but I still have a feeling of who it may be,
since we aren't expecting anyone new and there's only one guy I haven't seen
yet who should be--.. You know, I'm just gonna knock.

(Bole knocks on the door and after several moments, an older Japanese man
comes to the door. The man is wearing a very simple kimono and acknoledges
Bole with a bow before allowing him in. Bole shrugs to the camera and steps
into the locker room. Sitting on the floor in the center of the locker room
is the returning Alexei Romanov, fresh off of his Japanese tour. His legs
are crossed and hands settled upon them, eyes closed and his mind apparently
very focused. The Japanese man closes the door behind Bole and Alexei slowly
raises.)

ALEXEI: Mr. Bole... Good to see you're still here and they haven't fired you
yet.

BOLE: Yet? Have you heard somethi--

ALEXEI: Settle down, Bole. All I have to say is that, surprisingly enough,
I'm not upset to have lost my Unified Triple Crown Championship match. In
fact, I have gained more from this time in Japan than any title could have
given me. I've gained appreciation, Bole. Appreciation for myself, my
opponent, and my venue. I have a newfound respect for that ring and the
talents I possess in it. And even moreso, I have achieved a greater calm
toward one individual.

BOLE: Kevin Storm?

ALEXEI: That's right. You see, I've let Storm distract me for far too long.
So, tonight, I'm planning to focus my energy on a new course of action. Tell
me, Mr. Bole, do you know what the word "puroresu" means?

BOLE: I've heard it before, but--

ALEXEI: It's a shorter version of the Japanese saying for professional
wrestling. Puro.. pro. Resu.. wrestle. It is essentially the term used to
describe Japanese wrestling. It's a term you'll hear a lot more from me, as
well, Bole. It's more than just a descriptive term for me. It's a new way of
life, a new attitude that I will take every moment I step foot in the ring.
How many matches have you seen from Japan, Bole?

BOLE: Uh... including your's last week? One.

ALEXEI: Many people are just like you, Bole. They don't know the benefits of
puroresu and the type of skill it takes to wrestle in that environment.
Working in Japan makes your body stronger and your mind sharper than any
wrestling in America could provide. That's why I'm going into my match
tonight with Vernon Vanderbilt showcasing this style. You will see a new
kind of Alexei Romanov when I defeat Mr. Showtime tonight.

BOLE: So, you're predicting victory?

ALEXEI: What kind of person would I be if I didn't? Now, if you'll excuse
me, Mr. Bole, I still have some preparations left for my match.

(With that, the older Japanese man escorts Bole from the room and shuts the
door on him and the cameraman before we fade..)

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is off to the side bench-pressing weights.
Vern walks in and heads over toward Tamer. Vern stops at the cookie tin and takes out a cookie.
He then glances at the full-length mirror and flips it off while eating the cookie. Vern walks
over and taps Tamer's boot. Tamer sets the weight down and sits up.)

Tamer: Hey bro. . .what's up?

Vern: BLEEP *BLEEP*s and airplanes.

Tamer: Right.

(Tamer stands up and grabs a towel to wipe the sweat off his body.)

Vern: You seem to be in a better mood. I'd still be furious if I were you, after what that sewer
rat Axe did.

Tamer: Ya know, at first it really bothered me. Then I realized I got no reason to chase after
Axe. I gave him more than his fair share. Let him slip away. If he comes back we'll settle things
then. If not, who cares? I've got Danielle and right now I've got this title.

Vern: Indeed. You always could find the silver lining...

Tamer: Are you alright, man? You seem a little distant. You have ever since you got back.

Vern: Yes, well. . .it is just taking longer to get back in the swing of things than I had hoped.

Tamer: Don't sweat it. Give it time...

Vern: It's already been one month!

Tamer: Yeah, and look at what you did the night of your return. You were a part of every
elimination. If not for you, Spoon would have lost that tag match two weeks ago.

Vern: I suppose you're right.

Tamer: Like I said. . .you shouldn't worry about it.

Vern: You're right, of course...

Tamer: So. . .how was it?

Vern: Indescribable...Every thing you had talked about, yet so much more.

Tamer: There's nothing like it...

Vern: Don't you miss it?

Tamer: No. When I was out there I was running from the person I was. I'm at home here, actually
living as the person I now am.

Vern: You've changed so much...

Tamer: Have I?

Vern: Oh yes. When we first met, you were trying to be Tamer. Now you are. . .you live it,
breathe it. It's just you.

Tamer: You've changed too, ya know.

Vern: For the better?

Tamer: I think so.

Vern: I, my friend, am not always so sure.

Tamer: It's true. . .only someone who truly found out who they are could be so happy with their. .
.um. . . lover.

Vern: You're right. I am happy. Crazy isn't it?

Tamer: What's that?

Vern: When we first met, both of us locked on to each other claiming the other was everything we
hated. And then we found out that we had so much more in common. Now we've found out who we truly
are and the people we belong with found us.

Tamer: Sometimes things just work themselves out.

Vern: Or something like that.

Tamer: Well, I gotta review some tapes Clancy dug up for me.

Vern: I myself have some preparations of my own to attend to. Good luck tonight, homey.

(Vern walks into one of the side room as Tamer sits down on the couch.)

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...

Alexei Romanov

(As the mellow opening notes of "Lying From You" by Linkin Park start up
over the PA, the lights drop and the image of a pulsing amplitude meter
appears on the Bruisertron, reverberating to the beat of the music. Once the
heavy guitar chords begin, however, the lights come back to life and the
stage lights pulse faster. Alexei Romanov steps out onto the stage, his
trenchcoat kicking up behind him and he gives the crowd a once over before
heading to the ring. Sliding in under the bottom rope, he perches on a
turnbuckle and lifts his arms to either side of him, slightly bent at the
elbow and shoulder, in a modified crucifix. He holds it a moment before
hopping down to the canvas, pulling off his trenchcoat and tossing it
outside the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Hailing from San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

(All the lights in the arena go out, save for a lone spotlight pointed at the top of the ramp.
More spotlights illuminate, one by one, and turn to join the first, until every available
spotlight is focused at the entrance. "Sigillum Diaboli" by HIM starts to play. The curtain
parts and out steps "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt, accompanied by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde.
He blows some kisses to the crowd, then points to the stars and heads down the ramp. He enters
the ring and heads to his corner, awaiting the start of the match.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: That's the bell and we're under way! Before Vernon can even get his
bearings, Alexei charges in and clotheslines Mr. Showtime to the mat! He
picks him up and starts whaling on him with some solid elbow strikes,
backing Vernon into one of the corners. He pulls Vernon out and shoves him
violently into the corner, and I don't think Mr. Showtime liked that much,
King!

KING: That's not a shiatzu massage chair, JR, those are who metal
turnbuckles padded with less than a dollar's worth of foam from The Home
Depot!

JR: Alexei pulls Vernon back up and pushes him to the ropes, shooting him
across the ring. He attempts a clothesline which Vernon ducks and he
rebounds with a spear, taking Alexei down! He's on top and starts to lay
into him with several vicious punches before getting to his feet! As Alexei
gets to his feet, Vernon moves beside him and drops him with a russian
legsweep!

KING: Pretty ironic, huh?

JR: What?

KING: You know. Russian legsweep. Alexei's russian. Just ironic, you know!

JR: Alanis Moorisette you are not, King. Alexei's up and he's starting to
fight off Mr. Showtime. He's laying into Vernon with some nasty knife-edge
chops! He shoots Vernon across the ring again and catches him with a
powerslam!

The ref counts: One.. Two.. kickout!

JR: Alexei pulls Vernon to his feet but Mr. Showtime nails him with a kick
to the midsection and spikes Alexei to the mat with a DDT! He goes for the
cover, hoping he caught him off-guard!

The ref counts: One.. Two.. kickout!

JR: As they get up, Vernon goes for another kick to perhaps setup another
DDT, but Alexei catches his boot! Alexei waggles a finger but Vernon swings
his other leg around nad nails Alexei with an enzuigiri! Alexei's stumbling
and Vernon hooks his arms, dragging him over in a backslide!

The ref counts: One.. Two.. th-- kickout!

KING: Whoa, JR, that was mighty close!

JR: A little too close! Alexei better find his inner peace!

KING: Yeah, or he'll have plenty of time to count all of his inner pieces
after the match! HA HA!

JR: Vernon and Alexei lock up.

JR: This should be a fine athletic contest, King. Alexei's methodical, classic style against
Vernon Vanderbilt's more modern, unorthodox style.

King: Vernon's an unorthodox person.

JR: True enough.

Alexei backs Vernon into a corner.
They struggle for leverage.
Vernon knees Alexei in the gut and follows up with a thumb to the eye.

JR: So much for a clean fight.

King: Now that's more like it!

JR: Oh dear.

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt gets a chokehold on Alexei Romanov.
Len Stanley warns Vernon Vanderbilt to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
Vernon Vanderbilt smacks Alexei Romanov with a devastating cartwheel clothesline
.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt covers Alexei Romanov.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a DDT on Alexei Romanov.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a kick.
Alexei Romanov takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a Russian legsweep.
Alexei Romanov covers Vernon Vanderbilt.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexei Romanov uses a superkick on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov hits Vernon Vanderbilt with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt catches Alexei Romanov in a chokehold.
Len Stanley warns Vernon Vanderbilt to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Len Stanley warns Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a hurricanrana on Alexei Romanov.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.

Vernon takes Alexei down with a Russian legsweep!

Vernon: Who's more Russian now!

King: HA! That Vernon! He's always wisecracking!

JR: It wasn't even that funny.

King: Oh, but it was!

JR: Right.

Vernon drops the elbow on Alexei.
Vernon climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, landing a perfect moonsault.
He goes for the cover.
The ref counts: One! Two! Kickout!

Vernon Vanderbilt whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with a clothesline.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a chokehold, but Alexei Romanov counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Alexei Romanov kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov chops Vernon Vanderbilt.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov executes a Gorilla Press on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a spinebuster.
Alexei Romanov executes a Russian legsweep on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a European uppercut.
Alexei Romanov hits a spinebuster on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov hits a Russian legsweep on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Alexei Romanov with a dropkick.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a hurricanrana.
The crowd is wildly cheering Vernon Vanderbilt with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a DDT on Alexei Romanov.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a swinging neckbreaker on Alexei Romanov.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Vernon Vanderbilt is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.

Vernon nails Alexei with a high kick to the head.
Alexei is staggered.
Vernon blows a kiss to the crowd, then spears Alexei, taking him to the mat.
Vernon is up and ready.
Alexei is getting to his feet.
Vernon whips Alexei to the ropes.
Vernon rebounds off the opposite side.

Alexei Romanov catches the ropes and slides under and out of the ring.

Vernon Vanderbilt rolls out under the bottom rope.
Vernon Vanderbilt shoves Alexei Romanov into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde comes from behind and distracts Alexei Romanov.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a Russian legsweep on Alexei Romanov.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Vernon Vanderbilt throws Alexei Romanov into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
Alexei Romanov uses a European uppercut on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Len Stanley counts: 4.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
The crowd is cheering on Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov shoves Vernon Vanderbilt into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt smacks Alexei Romanov with a devastating cartwheel clothesline
.
Len Stanley counts: 5.
Len Stanley counts: 6.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a kneedrop on Alexei Romanov.
Len Stanley counts: 7.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a swinging neckbreaker.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde comes from behind, but Alexei Romanov nails
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Alexei Romanov with a Russian legsweep.
Len Stanley counts: 8.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Alexei Romanov with an enzuigiri.
Len Stanley counts: 9.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
Vernon Vanderbilt is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos.
Len Stanley counts: 10.
The verdict: A DOUBLE COUNTOUT !

*DING DING* 

LILLY: A DOUBLE COUNTOUT!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic is sitting on a crate and whittling as Michael Bole walks by.)

Bole: What are you whittling?

Aquatic: A small chick. Do you like it?

Bole: I do. So you got an renewal of your contract?

Aquatic: Yes I did. Surprise.

Bole: So you could have just told me that last week when I was trying to get you to leave.

Aquatic: But instead I set off the sprinkler system.

Bole: Was that really easier?

Aquatic: It was more fun.

Bole: You're probably right.

Aquatic: Do you want the chicken?

Bole: The wooden one?

Aquatic: I don't run a farm.

Bole: What could I use it for?

Aquatic: A paperweight?

Bole: Do people ever really use paperweights?

Aquatic: If you have one, paper doesn't blow away.

Bole: Well, who does their paperwork outside?

Aquatic: Stupid people?

Bole: Are you calling me stupid?

Aquatic: No! Hobos do their paperwork outside too!

Bole: Oh, so you're just calling me a hobo?

Aquatic: Exactly!

Bole: Is that really an insult?

Aquatic: If you took it as one, you personally would be insulting hobos.

Bole: Do they have a politically correct name?

Aquatic: Like what? Hobo-Americans?

Bole: No, like Economically Challenged People.

Aquatic: ECP. Isn't that a drug?

Bole: You mean PCP?

Aquatic: That stuff is pretty expensive.

Bole: You did PCP?

Aquatic: No, but I know people who sold it to put themselves through college. They made a lot of money.

Bole: So you advocate selling drugs?

Aquatic: Free market. It's the American Way.

Bole: So you are a Libertarian?

Aquatic: True enough. I take it you're a Democrat?

Bole: Maybe somewhat...

Aquatic: Communist sellout.

Bole: Doesn't Norway have a very liberal system of government?

Aquatic: Yeah, it does. Do you want your chick?

Bole: Sure. (Aquatic passes him the chick.) Thanks.

Aquatic: Happy New Year, Bole.

Bole: Happy New Year, Aquatic.

(Bole exits as Aquatic takes out another block of wood.)

FADE

>>>

(The camera cuts to the parking lot again where we hear the beeps of a large vehicle backing up. The camera comes out from around the vehicles to see a large flat bed tow truck backing up to Tai Hashi’s custom Cadillac. The Driver hops out and begins walking back towards the car when Tai’s Security comes out to intercept him.)

Guard: Whoa there guy, what do you think you’re doing?

Driver: Name’s Earl, from Earl’s custom car cleaning. I was told to come here and pick up a custom Cadillac for detailing. A Mr. Tai Haysheed…

Guard: Hashi?

Driver: Yeah, that’s it. Tai Hashi. Look I need to have this detailed and back here by the end of tonight or it’s my job, so the longer we keep talking the less likely that’s going to happen.

Guard: Well I never heard anything about this. I’m supposed to stand watch on this car and make sure nothing happens to it.

Driver: Look, I’ve been doing this for 15 years kid. If you don’t want it done then I’ll leave it here. I got a list of cars waiting for me to work on, but don’t have your boss he paid in full up front so not to bother calling me trying to get his money back. No refunds, he knew that. So you just tell him that he’s wasted the money when he gets out here and that’ll be your job, not mine.

(The Driver starts walking back to his cab when the guard interrupts.)

Guard: Wait a sec. Hey if you’re sure that he called this in then I’ll let it go but you need to hurry back with it. I’m supposed to keep watch on it, and I can’t do that with you detailing it can I.

Driver: I’ll be back as soon as it’s done. Look here’s my cell number, you call when he gets out here and I’ll roll up with a brand new looking car that he’ll barely recognize. Trust me on this one kid.

Guard: Well I don’t want to waste Mr. Hashi’s money. So if he paid for this then he just have just forgot to tell me.

Driver: I’m sure that’s it.

(The Driver begins to load up the car on the trailer and the guard stands by with Earl’s card in his hand still looking slightly confused.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron as a darkened
green glow falls upon the arena. "Back Up" by 12 Stones blasts over the PA
system and Hardcore Harry comes walking out wearing a "New" Union shirt.
Harry walks to the ring receiving many mixed reactions from the crowd. Harry
slides under the middle rope and calls for a microphone)

Harry: Cut it, I have some things to get off my chest, right here, right
now!

(His music slowly fades away)

Harry: Okay now listen up! What happened at Season's Beatings was completely
insane! All you people know that Shane and I should have won that match!

(The crowd boos)

Harry: The ref tried to screw Shane and I right from the start but I caught
on to him, Scotty was not the legal man! He was so embarrassed that the
match restarted! I had Scotty down and out for the pin but I watched as that
ref gave a slow count on purpose!

(The crowd gives Harry even more boos)

Harry: I believe the referee should be fired and Shane and I should be the
rightful owners of the BMWF Tag Team Titles! But apparently the BMWF head
hauncho's don't see eye to eye with me!

JR: HA! I don't blame them!

Harry: But I did leave that big office with a smile on my face because I did
get one wish fulfilled! A rematch! That is right it will be Hardcore Harry
and Shane Perish going up against Scotty Scott and Ash for the BMWF Tag Team
Titles!

(The crowd starts cheering)

Harry: The date is not official yet but I have also requested another match!
Next week I requested a match against Scotty and Ash's two little pals, The
Judge and Witherspoon in a tag team match! So you boys need to lace up your
booties because next week you are in for a bumpy ride!!!

(Harry tosses the mic out of the ring to the floor below as he pulls off his
Union shirt ready to fight)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi chops Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi hits Hardcore Harry.
A small "Tai Hashi" chant is being started.
Hardcore Harry chops Tai Hashi.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry kicks Tai Hashi.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry hits Tai Hashi.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Tai Hashi kicks Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi kicks Hardcore Harry.
A small "Tai Hashi" chant is being started

JR: Tai is giving Harry a run for his money here tonight King.

KING: This has gone pretty much back and fourth, it is anyone's match still.

(Harry whips Tai into the ropes, as Tai comes running back Harry flips him
over with a back body drop. Harry then grabs Tai by his hair and jerks him
up to his feet giving him a slap to the face!)

KING: Ouch, that strikes a nerve JR!

(Harry then hooks Tai's head and lifts him straight up into the air for a
vertical suplex, but Harry walks over to the corner turnbuckle while still
holding Tai straight up into the air. Harry brings Tai crashing down head
first onto the top turnbuckle looking like a brianbuster! Tai falls to the
outside of the ring)

KING: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

JR: I have never seen that before in my life!

KING: And the crowd loved it JR!

JR: Yeah but Harry may have just broken Tai's neck with that insane move!
What do you even call that!?!

Hardcore Harry kicks Tai Hashi.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry punches Tai Hashi.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry executes a sidewalk slam on Tai Hashi.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry takes Tai Hashi down with a piledriver.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry whips Tai Hashi into the turnbuckle, but Tai Hashi reverses it.
Tai Hashi charges into the corner, but Hardcore Harry lifts his leg.
Hardcore Harry uses a sidewalk slam on Tai Hashi.
Hardcore Harry hits an elbowdrop on Tai Hashi.
Hardcore Harry nails Tai Hashi with an elbowdrop.
Hardcore Harry takes Tai Hashi down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Hardcore Harry further incites the crowd.
Hardcore Harry nails Tai Hashi with a sidewalk slam.

JR: A close one there!

(Tai goes for a clothesline but Harry ducks underneath it and spins Tai
around kicking him in the midsection. Tai doubles over. Harry then shoves
Tai's head between his legs)

JR: Oh no, Harry is signaling for the end here King.

KING: It is about to be lights out for Tai Hashi!

(Harry flips Tai up into the air, extends him an extra foot or so, but then
he just holds him there for a second. A sadistic smile appears on the face
of Harry as he walks back over to that same turnbuckle he performed that
insane move on earlier)

KING: Uh, this can't be good JR.

(Harry brings Tai down hard, Tai's head and neck whip right onto that same
top turnbuckle!!! Tai falls to the mat like a sack of bricks and he lays
there motionless as Harry just stands over him with a smile on his face)

JR: That is it! If he doesn't pin him end this match! Tai Hashi cannot
continue after that!

(Harry walks over and stands on top of Tai and he leans over onto the ropes
looking out into the crowd smiling. They ref jumps down to make the count,

JR: Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Hardcore Harry!

(Back Up" by 12 Stones picks up over the PA system as
Harry steps off of Tai)

JR: Harry picks up the win here against Tai Hashi, but was all that
necessary?

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic goes out to her car, a '93 Buick shoddily painted blue. She looks around quick and opens her trunk. She pulls out a skateboard and closes the trunk. She begins to skateboard into the arena through the open back doors.)

Aquatic: (singing) Nobody's gonna stand in my way....give it up son I'm doing this my way....nobody's gonna stand in my way....give it up son I'm doing this my way....

(Going around a corner, Aquatic skates into Fifi, causing her to drop her coffee.)

Aquatic: My bad, girl.

(Fifi looks at Aquatic with disguist and hatred in her eyes.)

Fifi: You have got one minute to get me another one. Half-filled black, milk it to 3/4, 3 spoonfulls of sugar. No decaf crap. Go.

Aquatic: I don't think I can do that in one minute....
(Fifi gets right in Aquatic's face.)

Fifi: I said go!!! I am a former Women's champion here. All you ever did was manage the Tag Team champions. Now go get my coffee before I claw your eyes out!!!!

(Aquatic quickly skates off as a convienient timer appears on the screen. She passes by Michael Bole.)

Aquatic: Bole! Coffee! Where at?

Bole: Aquatic! Coffee! Take a left!

(Aquatic skates down to the coffee machine, takes a styrofoam cup, pours in the coffee, milk, and adds the sugar. She frantically skates back, making it with 37 seconds.)

Fifi: Very good. (Fifi takes a sip.) Is this BROWN SUGAR?

Aquatic: Um...no?

Fifi: I'm just playing with you. Now go away so I can enjoy my coffee.

Aquatic: Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Aquatic, but you can call me Sheila. (Aquatic extends her hand.)

Fifi: I'm Fifi. I'm a former Woman's Champion and a better wrestler than you'll ever be. Oh, and I don't shake hands. I'm not here to make friends. I am here for business only.

Aquatic: (taking her hand back) Doesn't anyone here want a friend? Moody doesn't, Alexis doesn't, you don't....

Fifi: I'll cry about it all later now go.... (motions with her hand) Go away.

Aquatic: (pouting) Fine then. (Aquatic skates off.)

Fifi: Hmmm. (takes a sip) This coffee sucks.

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena, revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Witherspoon

(Laughter echos from the speakers. A guitar riff rips from the speakers.)

PA: AIEIEIE!

(The riff repeats itself and the laughter echos again. The riff goes a third time.)

PA: LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)

JR: The World Television Champion is coming to the ring!

("Let's Go" by Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon walks onto the stage, the World Television title wrapped

around his waist. He walks down the ramp and pulls his trench coat off, drapping it on a chair. He slides into the ring and

stands on the second rope by the turnbuckle, pulling his belt off and lifting it into the air, the strap in his right hand

while his left fist beats his chest as the crowd boos loudly.. He hops down and drapes the title over his shoulder, pulling

a mic from his pocket.)

Witherspoon: Last week, at Season's Beatings, I pinned Tobey to become a two time World Television champion.

(Witherspoon holds his belt in the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks around at them as he rests the belt back on his

shoulder.)

JR: What a despicable man.

King: He won the belt fair and square King. You can't say anything!

Witherspoon: Now Tobey decides he wishes to go on and try for the Intercontinental Title. That's fine with me. Beating him

weakly was growing boring. Tonight, I face a man that I have fought 2 times before. Kolic.

(Witherspoon turns around and looks over at Kolic as the crowd pops)

Witherspoon: Go ahead cheer him. Your all to stupid to know that he's nothing but a two-bit competitor. I slapped him

around the last time we met, and I'll do it again. So ring the bell and let's get this over with.

(Witherspoon pulls his hat and shirt off tossing them asside. He hands his belt over to the ref who holds it up into the

air.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Kolic and Witherspoon lock up!
Kolic kicks Witherspoon's leg.
Kolic heel kicks Witherspoon's head.
Kolic hits a clothesline on Witherspoon.
Kolic hits a plancha from the top rope on Witherspoon.
Kolic goes for the pin.

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic setting a fast pace already! He's already assaulting Witherspoon
with a barrage of karate kicks to the abdomen and chest! He finishes it off
with a dropkick!

Kolic hits Witherspoon with a punch.
Kolic smacks Witherspoon with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Kolic smacks Witherspoon with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Witherspoon counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Witherspoon goes for a German suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a kick.
Witherspoon uses a spinebuster on Kolic.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a brainbuster.
Witherspoon throws Kolic out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Kolic
reenters the ring.
Witherspoon goes for a bearhug, but Kolic counters it with a punch.
Kolic nails Witherspoon with a punch.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Witherspoon with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic executes a frog splash on Witherspoon.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic goes for spinning headscissors, but Witherspoon throws him off.
Witherspoon nails Kolic with a headlock.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a headlock.
Witherspoon whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic misses with an elbow.
Kolic hits a hurricanrana on Witherspoon.
Kolic takes Witherspoon down with a frog splash.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Witherspoon and kolic lock up in the middle of the ring
Witherspoon pushes Kolic to the mat
Witherspoon leans over Kolic and slaps him accross the face

King: HA! Take that Kolic!

JR: Come on King, Witherspoon is seriously disrespecting him!

King: Kolic Deserves it!

JR: Witherspoon locks in a boston crab
Kolic screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref checks on Kolic
THe ref asks if Kolic wants to quit
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Kolic fights to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the f count
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a brainbuster
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1..2..shoulder up
Witherspoon german suplexes Kolic
Witherspoon chokes Kolic
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon stomps On Kolic's chest
Witherspoon locks Kolic in a bearhug
Kolic screams in pain
Witherspoon shakes Kolic
The ref checks on Kolic
Witherspoon slams Kolic to the mat with a spinebuster
Witherspoon goes for the cover, putting his feet on the ropes
1..2.. The ref catches him.

Kolic uses a spin kick on Witherspoon.
Kolic hits a spin kick on Witherspoon.
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic goes for a spin kick, but Witherspoon ducks out of the way.
Witherspoon goes for a headbutt, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic hits Witherspoon with a spin kick.
Kolic is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.

JR: Witherspoon whips Kolic into the ropes...woah! Kolic just spun around
Witherspoon and hit a spinning headscissors! Witherspoon's on the middle
rope, and Kolic's signaling for the 619!

King: Yahhh! When will he realize it's boring and is just for show!

JR: If he wants to entertain the fans, let him! There it is! He's
handstanding on the top rope...and there's the Slide Rule! He goes for the
pin!

Ref, 1, 2, thr-kickout!

JR: He nearly had the title won! He grabs Witherspoon and whips him into the
turnbuckle, following in with a clothesline! He's calling for a 10 punch!

Audience: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

JR: Kolic jumps back and hits a dropkick on Witherspoon! Kolic is really on
fire!

Kolic hits a Russian legsweep on Witherspoon.
Kolic is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Kolic is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Kolic goes for a frog splash, but Witherspoon rolls out of the way.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Witherspoon and a few others cheering
him.

JR: Witherspoon looks ready to finish this match off! He had Kolic set up,
there's the airplane spin...wait! Kolic turned it into a spinning
headscissors! He hits a kip up and is calling for the Binary Blast!

King: The crowd is erupting, they can't wait to see Kolic win the title!

JR: He grabs Witherspoon, Irish Whips him into the ropes...AND THERE IT IS!
KOLIC GOES FOR THE PIN!

Ref: 1, 2...KICKOUT!

JR: Witherspoon surges across the ring and clotheslines Kolic
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a Spinebuster
Witherspoon whips Kolic into the ropes and catches him with an atomic drop
Witherspoon powerbombs Kolic
Witherspoon Suplexes kolic
Witherspoon locks in an arm bar
Kolic screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref checks on Kolic
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Kolic fights to the ropes
Witherspoon hits kolic with a Headbut
Witherspoon Slams a haymaker into Kolic's gut
Witherspoon slams Kolic's skull into the mat with a Crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1..2.. foot on the ropes
Witherspoon Hits Kolic with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon follows up with a boot choke
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon throws Kolic into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon chokes kolic
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon superplexes Kolic from the top rope
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... kick out
Witherspoon throws Kolic into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Kolic and lifts him up onto his shoulders

(Witherspoon spins around twice before catching Kolic's legs and slamming him to the mat)

JR: SUBZERO! Witherspoon hit Kolic with SubZero.

1, 2, Foot on the ropes!

Witherspoon nails Kolic with a punch.

Witherspoon gets a boot choke on Kolic.
Joe Finch warns Witherspoon to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Joe Finch calls for the disqualification.
Kolic is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

("In Me" blasts over the PA as Kolic has his hand raised. He climbs a turnbuckle to the
crowd's cheers. He slides out of the ring and walks to the back.)

JR: An amazing title match, and there's still more to come! We'll be right
back!

("Let's Go" By Trick Daddy blares from the speakers. Witherspoon takes his title back and holds it in the air, jumping onto

a turnbuckle and beating his chest. He drops down and slides under the ropes, pulling his shirt hat and coat back on and

walking to the back.)

(After his match with Kolic,Witherspoon is walking back up the ramp when
suddenly Carlos appears at the top of the ramp. Carlos is walking towards
Witherspoon with a bat when he stops and points behind him. Witherspoon
starts to turn around but is blindsided by Mafioso holding on tightly to a
sledge hammer. Witherspoon hits the ground and like a pack of wolves Carlos
and Mafioso begin to swing away with bat and sledge hammer. Witherspoon lay
in a pool of his own blood when Mafioso drags him through the ramp)

JR: Where is he taking Witherspoon? Hasn't he done enough!

King: It's simple JR, he's taking out the trash!

(A camera follows Mafioso to the back where Carlos has kicked open a door
that leads to a side street in Michigan. Carlos and Mafioso both hold onto
one of Witherspoons arms and legs. They swing him back and forth a few times
before they let go and send him flying out into the snow covered streets of
Adrian)

Mafioso: Damn that was funny!

Carlos: Yeah it was! Why did we just do that anyways?

Mafioso: Let's get back to the Union locker room and I'll explain it all
there!

(FADE)
 

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