BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 1/5/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Philips Arena Atlanta Georgia

(The scene opens on a street a few miles away from the arena.. As the camera focuses in the dark evening setting, the arena can be seen rising out of the earth in the near distance. A 2004 Chevy Silverado is being pulled over by a police cruiser.)

JR: That's Lowedown's truck, King! Lowedown is being pulled over by Atlanta's finest!

KING: Yahh! What is that officer thinking?

(The camera pans over to show Lowedown sitting impatiently with the window open. The police officer makes his way towards the truck.)

JR: I can't believe Lowedown is being pulled over by the police!

KING: I wonder if that cop watched Bedlam a couple weeks back when Lowedown put all those rent-a-cops in the hospital? YAHH!

(The police officer gives Lowedown an evil stare. Immediately you know something is wrong when noticing the large wad of money in the pocket of the police officer.)

Officer:Sir, I need you to step out of the vehicle please.

Lowedown: I did nothing wrong pal. Why don't you go shake a doughnut shop or something!

KING: Yahh, Lowedown can't talk to an officer of the law like that!

Officer: SIr, please step out of the vehicle!

Lowedown: You can't make me do *BLEEP Ponch!. Do you know who I am? I'm Lowedown! I'm the BMWF World Champion!

Officer: Ok LOWEDOWN... I suggest you get out of the vehicle right this minute unless you want to spend the night in prison!

Lowedown:You must be lonely Officer.

(Lowedown gives a disgusted look and eventually steps out of the vehicle.)

Officer: Now come with me back to my car!

Lowedown:Look Officer, if you want an autograph or something...

(The two men begin to make their way to the police cruiser when suddenly the door of Lowedown's truck slams shut!)

JR: What was that King? Who is in Lowedown's truck!

KING: I don't know!

(The Silverado's engine starts and the truck peels out. Lowedown chases after his truck but it is too late. He eventually gives up as the truck disappears around a turn. Putting his hands on his head in sheer anger, he turns. To his amazement the police officer is in his car and has left Lowedown standing in the middle of the road. Lowedown takes the world title off of his waist and hoists it up onto his shoulder. Lowedown takes a deep breath and begins his walk towards Philips Arena as the scene fades to the announcer's table.)

KING: What just happened?

JR: It appears somebody has just hijacked Lowedown's truck!

KING: I knew Atlanta wasn't the place to hold a wrestling event!

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Philips Arena Atlanta Georgia! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Yeah! Ted Turner just ripped off Lowedown's truck!

JR: That wasn't Ted Turner!

KING: How do you know?

JR: Hold on here! Couch is standing by in the parking lot!

KING: Good! He won't smell up the place if they keep him out of the arena!

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(The Couch is standing outside in the parking lot.)

The Couch: Hello, my fine people. In case you didn't know, I am the Couch,
special on-scene correspondent. In just a few minutes, The Eco-System should be
driving up to where I am for an exclusive interview with The Couch.

(The Eco-Mobile drives up to the arena slowly.)

The Couch: And there they are now! (The doors to the Eco-Mobile open as
Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic step out. Their images are met with cheers.)

Inferno: Oh boy, look who's waiting for us....

Mineral: What's up, Couch?

Couch: What's up indeed! (laughs) I just want to hear your reaction to the
fact that, after last night's Hell in A Cell Match, the titles have been held
up, and will be decided later tonight. Conisidering that both a member of Rock
Star Inc. and a member of the Eco-System was pinned, it sounded pretty-(Inferno
snatches the microphone from Couch to cheers)

Inferno: It's a good thing you're not asking the Couch what he thinks, huh?
Wait, are you?

Couch: Well, not-

Inferno: I DON'T CARE! You're going to hear what Inferno thinks, so listen
up, and listen up good. That match last night-it was unfair, I'll admit it. But
those were the terms WE chose, Couch! And do you know why we got to pick the
terms? Because number one, we were the tag champs, and number two, we had
already BEATEN Rock Star Inc. Last night Couch, did the guest timekeeper ring the
bell? No. Did the guest announcer get to announce the winners? No. Did the
guest referee get to count? N-

Couch: Actually, Lowedown picked up his hand to count the-

Inferno: THAT DOESN'T COUNT! The point is, the appointed officials were not
able to do their specially appointed jobs. Therefore, any match decision should
be negated! Now Couch, doesn't that sound like a good enough reason to negate
match decisions?

Couch: Well, I suppose if you choose to rationalize it that way-

Mineral: Hold on one second, Inferno! I think you forgot something! In the
event that there is a double pin, as illustrated just recently on that punk
show, WWFE RAW, the belt or belts STAY WITH THE CHAMPIONS! Why are we penalized?
Just because Lowedown interfered against us? Speaking of which, we have a bone
to pick with him. Where is he?

Couch: Well, down the hall, to the right. And then, you take two lefts, then
another right, then....wait...maybe it was two rights...

Inferno: JUST LEAD US TO THERE!

Couch: Oh ok!

(The Couch leaves with Inferno and Mineral following as Aquatic stands there
in the parking lot.)

Aquatic: Oh great! A nice long promo, and I didn't get to talk at all!
(Aquatic is about to leave, but stops herself.) Oh, and one more thing......I
actually won my match. (Aquatic follows the rest of the Eco-System.)

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"The Franchise" Shame Douglas

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Shame Douglas uses a swinging neckbreaker on Achu.
A portion of the crowd is booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas throws Achu into the turnbuckle.
Shame Douglas hits Achu with a legsweep.
Shame Douglas hits a flying axhandle on Achu.
A portion of the crowd is booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas puts Achu in a front facelock.
Achu reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Shame Douglas gives him a Hotshot, but Achu only stares at him.
Achu sends Shame Douglas into the turnbuckle.
Achu goes for a punch, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas hits Achu with a swinging neckbreaker.
Shame Douglas takes Achu down with a legsweep.
Shame Douglas hits Achu with a forearm to the back.
Shame Douglas throws Achu out of the ring.
Shame Douglas rolls out under the bottom rope.
Shame Douglas gets back into the ring.
Achu rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Shame Douglas gives him a flying axhandle, but Achu doesn't even care.
Achu takes Shame Douglas down with a bodyslam.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Achu and a few others cheering him.
Achu hoists Shame Douglas high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends S
hame Douglas crashing hard to the mat.
Achu goes for a headbutt, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas goes for a front facelock, but Achu counters it with a low blow.
Achu goes for a punch, but Shame Douglas reverses it.
In turn, Achu counters it with a roundhouse right.
Achu hits Shame Douglas with a piledriver.
Achu is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, The Embalmer distracts Joe Finch.
Achu goes for a vertical suplex, but Shame Douglas reverses it.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas goes for a flying axhandle, but Achu counters it with a punch.
Joe Finch is back on the job.
Achu chops Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas punches Achu.
Achu hits Shame Douglas.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Achu punches Shame Douglas.
There is no crowd reaction.
Shame Douglas kicks Achu.
Shame Douglas is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Achu hits a chop on Shame Douglas.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Shame Douglas.
Achu goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Achu!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(A black Hummer pulls into the parking lot, Pain steps out the passenger side. He looks around the parking lot. Then Team Beautiful, Electroshock, La Pakka, and finally Scotty Scott.)

Scotty: Pain, remember what we have planned?

Pain: No problem.... Their night... Will be something they will never forget.

La Pakka: That sounds like a line out of Porky's.

Rey: Good movie.

Tazan: Especially the scene where they are in the office and the principle asks if they can use the word tallywacker instead of penis... That word just seemed to personal.

Elektroshock: Hahahaha... I need to see this movie.

Pakka: I'll rent it for you.

Scotty: Enough of this... We got work to do.

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(Cameras go live outside of Phillips Arena to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the bWo TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, as he is walking in, a big black truck pulls into the parking lot beside the black viper. Big Kev walks out of the truck. White Lightning walks over to him and the two talk for a moment.)

White Lightning: You know, my last four title defenses were against Union members and everyone of them was a cakewalk. Tonight should be no different, I mean Lowe whipped Harry's suck @$$ all over the Savvis Center last week at Season's Beatings

Kev: Speaking of Season's Beatings, I can't believe myself and Truck had a draw. He's just lucky that match didn't continue or I would have finished him off. Either way, wrestling in matches aint'my thing. I'm back to just killing anyone is dumb enough to mess with you.

White Lightning: Master Suck is also a problem, but we'll get him sooner or later. Maybe not tonight, but not next week, but he will get a total @$$ kicking, bWo style!!

Kev: And that is Just TOOOOOOO SWEEEEEEEET!!!

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk into the arena as the camera fades….)

JR: I think Harry might be in some serious trouble tonight!

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(An Atlanta police car escorted by two motorcycle cops in the front and two in the rear pulls into Philips arena parking lot and drives around back where they stop by the back door. One of the officers gets out and opens the back door and out steps The Dawg.)

The Dawg: Thanks guys for the ride.

Officer: Don’t forget to get that junk towed off the street.

The Dawg: Sure thing. Hey, you guys know where to find a good hooker?

Officer: Ya! Look inside. I think her name is fire or something.

The Dawg: Thanks man!

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(A blue convertible Lexus pulls up outside the All-State Arena. There is a
chauffeur driving and in the back seats are Tai Hashi, Athena Hashi and
Kolic: Rock Star Inc. They all jump out the door and Tai gives the chauffeur
a tip before Rock Star Inc. grab their luggage. Once done, they look up at
Philips Arena.)

Tai: I think it's safe to say Atlanta Georgia,

Rock Star Inc: YOU ROCK!

Kolic: WHOO! Man, am I pumped! Back in my hometown of Atlanta! There’s no
way I’m letting this crowd down tonight!

Tai: So this is Atlanta? Nice town, but not as cool as Chicago! (Crowd boos)

Kolic: Come on Tai, you don’t say that kind of thing here. Besides, this is
my stomping grounds! Well...I didn’t do too much stomping here, that was
mostly done to me. At least Georgia Tech was good to me. I’m a ramblin wreck
from Georgia Tech, and a helluva computer programmer!

Tai: That’s the school motto?

Kolic: Well, it’s engineer, but so what? Computer programmers are infinitely
more intelligent than engineers! (A few nerds cheer)

King: The Dungeons and Dragons club has spoken!

Tai: You ready to win the titles?

Kolic: Oh yeah! This time, the Eco-System doesn’t have a cage and stable to
hide behind, and I know they’re not on Bruiser’s good side! This time I have
the people of Hotlanta (Cheap pop) behind me!

Tai: Don’t count on it, everyone knows people from the South aren’t that
bright, and...(Tai stops after a vicious glare from Kolic) I didn’t mean
you! You’re one of the very rare intelligent Southerners! (Kolic continues
to stare)

Athena: I think you’d better shut up now.

Kolic: Good idea, Athena. Get your stuff Tai, we’re going to train. No more
Southern jokes, got it?

Tai: Got it.

Kolic: Good. Let’s go.

(Rock Star Inc enters Philips Arena)

JR: Some tension between Rock Star Inc! Will it affect their match?

King: Let’s hope so!

JR: We’ll be right back!

(The camera cuts backstage to the bWo locker room where LoweDown and The Judge are shown sitting on couches. LoweDown has the BMWF World title slung over his shoulder and The Judge has the Hardcore title over his. They are also both wearing bWo shirts. LoweDown seems very irritated but The Judge seems more relaxed. LoweDown looks over at The Judge at grins a little bit.)

LD: By the way, nice job at Season's Beatings. It looks like the fans are appreciating you now. I told you it would work!

Judge: Yeah, that whole Jury thing was pretty smart, but now that I am really a good guy, am I still allowed to cheat in my matches?

LD: Uh...try to keep that to a minimum partner.

Judge: LoweDown, I'm sorry about what happened to your truck.

LD: Judge, I'd really rather not talk about that right now.

(There is some silence as The Judge tries to think of something else to say.)

Judge: Well, I have a big plan for Season's Beatings, now that I am out of the Bedlam Bowl.

LD: Yeah, that's a darn shame. But what is the plan?

(The Judge leans over and whispers into LoweDown's ear. LoweDown's eyes go wide and he grins.)

Judge: Cool, right?

LD: Definitely, the fans will go nuts.

Judge: Great, my Jury is in for a real treat.

LD: Hey, I think it's about time the World Champ got to have some TV time, want to come with me?

Judge: Cool...definitely.

(They both exit the bWo locker room as the camera fades back to JR and The King.)

JR: Has The Judge really turned over a new leaf? I have to admit, I was pretty surprised at Season's Beatings.

King: Yeah, me too! He actually handed out bWo t-shirts to the crowd! I even heard The Judge handed out more bWo t-shirts at the bWo New Year's Eve drinking party!

PA: BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater plays as Lowedown and The Judge step out of the entrance way and raise their arms up high and give the Wolfpac sign to the crowd. Both men rush down to the ring and work the crowd as the crowd chants for the bWo members. As they leap up on the apron, pyro shoots out from all four corners and they enter the ring. LoweDown climbs a turnbuckle and raises his World title in the air and The Judge does the same on the opposite turnbuckle with his Hardcore title. They both climb down and LoweDown takes the mic from his back pocket. He hands it to The Judge and whispers something into his ear.)

Judge: Atlanta, Georgia!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

Judge/Crowd: HOUSE!!

(The crowd cheers and LoweDown pats The Judge on the back.)

Judge: Let me ask everyone a question. Are you all ready to see The Judge whoop Asylum's BLEEP right here in the Phillips Arena?

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: That's what I thought! Asylum doesn't even stand a chance when I have my Jury behind me! In fact...

(LoweDown whispers something into The Judge's ear again.)

Judge: Asylum couldn't even beat The Dawg on a day when he hasn't eaten his own weight! Oh, wait a minute, those days don't exist!

(The crowd laughs.)

Judge: But the truth is Asylum, I'm going to retain my Hardcore title right here in front of my Jury tonight, and...

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge tosses down the mic as "Fever Dog" plays. The Judge heads to the back, working the crowd and leaving LoweDown standing in the ring. When The Judge is behind the curtains, LoweDown picks up the mic.)

LD: Don't worry, I'm working on him.

(LoweDown grins as he stands in the middle of the ring and looks around to the crowd...)

JR:I don't know how Lowedown can remain so calm after his truck was stolen earlier tonight.

King:That officer must have had tickets to the show and didn't want to be late! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:Now, I had a great speech prepared tonight about Scotty Scott and Pain except that I was a lil' tired from having to walk 6 miles to the arena! As you may or may not have heard that someone stole my truck earlier tonight and I think I know who the sonofableep is! So why don't you step on out Z and let's finish this right here and right now!

JR:Lowedown believes that master Z stole Lowedown's pick-up truck earlier this evening!

King:I can see why since Lowedown crushed Z's corvette like a pretzel!

Lowedown:Come on Z! Show your punk @$$ out here right now so I can beat you down and get my truck back! What did you do Z? Flatten the tires or paint it your favorite color of pink? Bring your sorry @$$ out here now!

JR:These two men are on a possible collision course with each other!

King:It's not going to be pretty if Master Z becomes the World champion!

JR:Z, if you think me having to walk 6 miles to get to this arena would tire me out...you're wrong! I can still walk down that rampway and find you!

(Lowedown paces in the ring for a moment and then drops the microphone and begins to step out of the ring when the Bruisertron begins to flicker...)

(The Bruisertron suddenly lights up as it stops Lowedown from speaking and he makes his to the ring ropes and leans against them for a moment. Lowedown looks on as the scene opens inside of Lowedown's 2004 Chevy Silverado. Master Z is seen behind the wheel smiling and flipping through the radio stations. Z rips off the pine freshener off the mirror and tosses it out the window. Z drops the mirror down and looks himself over for a moment before flipping it back up...)

JR: It was Master Z who stole Lowedown's truck at the beginning of the show!

KING: Lowedown should have throught twice before smashing up Z's Corvette last week!

JR: These two have a tag match tonight! It won't be pretty!

(Master Z finally turns the radio off and begins to speak.)

Master Z: Lowe Lowe Lowe... my pal... you didn't think you could smash up my car and get away with it? Do you not realize by now that you can never get the better of Master Z? You touching my corvette was like watching your own career go up in flames. So, I think you need a lesson in how when you mess with something that belongs to me...

(Master Z slows to a stop, opens the door, and hops out of the truck.)

KING: What is he doing?

JR: It appears he has stopped on a bridge! What is that man thinking?

(Master Z grabs a large rock off the side of the road and walks back over to the truck.)

Master Z: I hope you're watching this Lowe because just like your truck...

(Master Z sets the large rock on the gas pedal. The truck's tires screech and the vehicle accelerates towards the side of the bridge. WIth a crashing sound, the Silverado breaks through the guard rail and flies over the edge of the bridge impacting the water below.)

Master Z: As I was saying. Just like your truck, you are going down!

(Master Z laughs as a limo pulls up next to him. He gets in and the limo drives away. As the Bruisertron goes to a picture of a stunned Lowedown who places his hands on his hips for a moment...)

JR:This is insane King! Lowedwon destroyed Master Z's corvette and now Master Z just sent Lowedown's brand new 2004 pick-up truck over the bridge and into the water!

King:It looks like an eye for an eye J.R!

(Lowedown places his hands up on his face and then almost begins to smile...)

JR:Is Lowedown...smiling?

King:Maybe he realized that his cowboy hat wasn't in the truck?

LD:So that's what it's all about huh Z? You attack me and then I attack you. You jump the bWo and I destroy the only real way you can pick up chicks car. You dump my truck in the river...

(Lowedown pauses for a moment and then looks out towards the entrance way...)

LD:I drop you in a grave!

(The crowd begins chanting for Lowedown as he then continues...)

LD:It looks to me like the only way for me to get rid of you is to put you out of your misery! Z, you and I are forced to tag up here tonight against Scotty Scott and the man monster Pain! Now I got no problem with fighting with them, but I sure as hell got a problem with teaming with you!

(Pause)

LD:Z, we can crash cars all night long! We can destroy all our personal items till we have nothing left! However, you just can't take the one thing you truly want from me and that's this World title you ignorant sonofableep! You can't beat me for this World title and that's what makes me...better than you!

(Lowedown pauses again as he holds the World title high above his head and then lays it down right in front of his feet...)

LD:I got another truck sitting in my driveway at home and it's better than the one you dumped in that river! What about that corvette that you had Z?!? Didn't you build that thing with your bare hands? Didn't you waste all those precious man hours polishing it with a tiny cloth all the live long day? You're the pathetic one Z and if you try one stupid @$$ trick tonight, I'll bury you up your neck in your BLEEP and punt your head off for the extra point! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

(Lowedown drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and picks up the World title and walks out of the ring...)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, I don't know how in the world Lowedown and Master Z are going to be able to co-exist as a team?

King:That's an easy question to answer! NOPE! HAHAHA!

(The bruisertron starts flashing as WOOF!, WOOF!, WOOF!, echo’s through the arena. The screen lights up to show The Dawg standing in his locker room wearing only a towel, and holding the taco bell dog.)

The Dawg: OOOHHH Lowedown! OOOHHH Lowedown! Did ya miss me?

(The fans turn their attention to the screen and start cheering for The Dawg.)

The Dawg: I only did this because the taco bell dog is such a great fan of yours and he wants to get a kiss from you.

(The Dawg holds the little dog up and raises his tail.)

Taco bell dog: Be gentle!

(The screen slowly fades out.)

KING: What a moron!

JR:We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
From St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

KING: YAHHH! Friar Fergus just picked a booger and ate it! YUK!

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the head, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark chops Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark chops Awesome Mike.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Awesome Mike punches Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike chops Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark chops Awesome Mike.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Awesome Mike chops Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike sets up Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike hits a belly-to-belly superplex on Altar Boy Mark.
A few fans are booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike places Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike nails Altar Boy Mark with a top-rope German Suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike attempts to place Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle, but
Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Awesome Mike uses a kick to the midsection on Altar Boy Mark.
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark with a powerbomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Awesome Mike throws Altar Boy Mark into the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike chops Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike punches Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike sets up Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike nails Altar Boy Mark with a superplex.
Awesome Mike whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Awesome Mike executes a flying shoulderblock on Altar Boy Mark.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike works the crowd.
A few fans are booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike hits a kick to the midsection on Altar Boy Mark.
Awesome Mike whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark misses with a kick.
Awesome Mike nails Altar Boy Mark with a chop.
Awesome Mike goes for a bodyslam, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Altar Boy Mark executes a legsweep on Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark throws Awesome Mike into the turnbuckle.
Altar Boy Mark runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark with a kick.
Friar Fergus enters the ring and hits Awesome Mike with a chair.
You could hear a pin drop.
Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Awesome Mike!

KING: YAHH! OH NO! Friar Fergus is lifting up his robe! YAHHH! He's sitting on Mike's face!

JR: Stinkface!

KING: Only worse! I heard Friar never washes his butt!

JR: EGADS!

KING: Now, Fergus and Mark are walking hand in hand to the back

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: We shoot to thrill...AND PLAY TO KILL!

(The arena lights dim, glowing purple smoke rises from the stage and "Numb" By Linkin Park blasts through the PA system. Tai Hashi walks through the curtains wearing a sleeveless denim top and his infamous green cargo pants, he's also wearing a Nike baseball cap and silver shades with black lenses. He makes his way down to the ring.)

JR: This man fought in what has recently been voted as the Best Match at Season's Beatings, that match of course being the Tag Team Hell in a Cell match for the Tag Team Championships. This ended in a draw and tonight is the rematch, Rock Star Inc. vs. Eco-System with special guest referee, BMWF's chairman Bruiser!

KING: Whenever you put Bruiser in a match, no matter is he's the ref or competing you know he's going to raise hell

(Tai Hashi  climbs up the steel steps and climbs along the ring apron, he faces the crowd and gives his Hashi signal (Like John Cena but turns his wrists so the little fingers are together.) He climbs through the ropes and grabs a microphone. He looks at the crowd for a few seconds and then raises the microphone to his lips.)

Tai Hashi: ATLANTA, GEORGIA...

Crowd/Tai Hashi: YOU ROCK!

(Crowd cheer.)

Tai Hashi: Wow, what a night we all had at Season's Beatings huh? But what the hell, A DRAW! Me and Kolic have more talent in our little finger than the Eco-System has in their whole bodies. So how did it end in a draw? Well, I guess it was because we were all worn down by our Lethal Lottery match which I lost, but I honestly don't mind that. Kolic done all the work, his partner done nothing. You see Eco-System last week we both weren't at the top of our game but tonight is a whole different story because we are all fresh and ready to put on one hell of a match for the wonderful crowd here in Atlanta!

(Cheap pop)

Tai Hashi: And it looks as if someone else has tried to get into the match and that is BMWF's Chairman STONE COLD BRUISER!

(Huge pop.)

Tai Hashi:  But it doesn't matter if you put Bruiser as special guest referee of if you put Al Blow as the special referee there will be one outcome and one outcome only and that is Rock Star Inc the tag team championship OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD!

(Big pop)

Tai Hashi: Oh yeah! Tonight the electrifying, mesmerising Japanese rock star and his rock star partna' are gonna raise the roof offa this building. DIG THAT!

('Numb' by Linkin Park blares through the arena as Tai Hashi throws the microphone outside the ring and leaves through the crowd.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA as La Pakka starts to dance his way down to the ring. La Pakka stops and visits with a child at ringside.)

KING: YAHHH! La Pakka is really Michael Jackson!

JR: King! Stop that!

KING: But he's messing with a kid and he's coming out to "Thriller"!

JR: He's just talking to the kid!

KING: Well, just keep him away from me!

JR: Even Michael Jackson wouldn't touch you, King!

(La Pakka starts back into the ring and dances in the ring for the fans enjoyment.)

Pakka: It has been a long time since I have come out here and entertained you. But it is my pleasure to do so. To all my fans that have missed me... I am back and I am planning on having more fun.... At others expense than ever before. But tonight I face a great high flyer in Zabu. I have respect for you Zabu. When someone needs to get the job done... They never call you!!!! Hahaha!!!!! But seriously, you are a tremendous grappler and a former Hardcore champion. But I made a New Year's Resolution... This year I resolved to wear BMWF gold for the first time. So all the champions now and in the future beware... La Pakka is looking to wear some gold.
LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
Fighting out of Bombay, India...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Zabu places La Pakka on the turnbuckle.
Zabu goes for a top-rope Frankensteiner, but La Pakka counters it with
a powerbomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, kickout.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka whips Zabu into the ropes, but Zabu reverses it.
La Pakka misses with a clothesline.
La Pakka misses with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka hits Zabu with a kick.
La Pakka hits a bodyslam on Zabu.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Zabu executes a bodyslam on La Pakka.
Zabu hits La Pakka with a ropeflip moonsault.
Earl Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
Zabu points to the ceiling.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu whips La Pakka into the ropes.
Zabu hits La Pakka with an elbow.
Zabu nails La Pakka with a legdrop.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
La Pakka misses with a clothesline.
Zabu hits La Pakka with a kick.
Zabu points to the ceiling.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
La Pakka goes for a spinning backbreaker, but Zabu counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Zabu goes for a slingshot facebuster, but La Pakka counters it with
a vertical suplex.
La Pakka takes Zabu down with a slap.
La Pakka hits Zabu with an armdrag takedown.
La Pakka takes Zabu down with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka goes for an armlock leglock submission, but Zabu blocks it.
Zabu goes for an Asai leg lariat, but La Pakka side-steps and Zabu
only hits air.
La Pakka hits a flying bodypress on Zabu.
Earl Hepner counts: One, kickout.
La Pakka uses a flying spinning leg lariat on Zabu.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka executes a flying bodypress on Zabu.
Earl Hepner counts: One, kickout.
La Pakka takes Zabu down with a single-leg takedown.
La Pakka nails Zabu with a bodyslam.
La Pakka gets an armlock leglock submission on Zabu.
Zabu makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka executes a spinning backbreaker on Zabu.
La Pakka executes the Twisting Bodyblock on Zabu.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, Bill Alfonzie distracts Earl Hepner.
La Pakka takes Zabu down with a single-leg takedown.
Earl Hepner is back on the job.
La Pakka goes for a flying cross body press, but Zabu counters it with
a dropkick.
Zabu uses a low blow on La Pakka.
Zabu goes for a vertical suplex, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka throws Zabu out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, three, Zabu reenters the ring.
La Pakka whips Zabu into the ropes.
Zabu hits La Pakka with an elbow.
Zabu is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Zabu points to the ceiling.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Zabu hits La Pakka with a slingshot legdrop.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Zabu locks La Pakka in an armbar submission.
La Pakka reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.

JR: La Pakka has shown a few signs of ring rust but has done pretty well.

King: Well what do you expect? He has not been wrestling in about a month.

JR: La Pakka sends Zabu into the ropes. Zabu tried to do a leg lariet but missed....

King: What an idiot!!!!

JR: LA Pakka nails a leg drop and now is mocking Hollywood Mike.

King: That is disgraceful.

JR: Zabu is getting up... La Pakka is pointing an accusing finger at Zabu!!!!

King: This is just too much.

JR: La Pakka nails Zabu with a dropkick to the kneecaps.

King: That has to hurt.

JR: La Pakka is going up top.... FLYING BODYBLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

Bill Alfonzie shoves him off
the turnbuckle.
The crowd is going crazy.
Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
La Pakka has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is La Pakka!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(William Black is backstage walking through a hallway towards the ring. He stops a moment and does a double take over his left shoulder. He looks back at the camera, and then over his shoulder again. The camera pans around to view what Black is looking at. Standing there in a dark corner facing the wall is Ravnos. Ravnos has several candlesticks standing nearby, all burning black candles. He's holding a large golden cup of some sort, filled with a red liquid and chanting something in an obscure tongue.

The camera pans back to a close up of William Black's face. Black does a little "he's loco" motion with his index finger around the side of his own head, adding the "coo-coo" whistle too it, and thumbing over his shoulder with his free hand in Ravnos's direction.

"And people think _I'm_ nuts."

William Black pushes away and heads towards the ring, leaving the camera to watch him go for a few more seconds before turning back to Ravnos for one more glimpse before fading to black)

King: Ha ha! JR He's right, Ravnos IS a nutcase! What was he doing anyway?

JR: I don't know King. We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Elektroshock

("High Voltage" by AC/DC blasts over the PA as Elektroshock walks out with both arms rasied over his head in victory. HE walks down to the ring shaking hands with various fans along the way. Once inside the ring, he stands on the turnbuckle and flexes.)

Elektroshock: Saludos Atlanta, it is a pleasure to be back here once again.

King: That was so cheesy.

Elektroshock: I know many of you have wondered where Scotty, Pain, Team Beautiful, La Pakka, and myself have been over the past few weeks.

JR: I have.

Elektroshock: I made a few minor mistakes in booking our flights. I hate to admit it... But it was my fault.

King: No it was Scotty's fault for letting someone that has just recently learned how to speak English this good to book flights.

Elektroshock: But not saying that where we were was all that bad... I know that the troops stationed in Iraq were pleased to see us.

King: What an idiot!!!!!

Elektroshock: But like my amigo La Pakka said earlier... I also resolved to wear gold in the BMWF this year. I do not know when... I do not know who... But I will have gold this year.

King: Yeah right.

JR: King!!!!

Eletroshock: I know many do not think I am worthy of holding a title here but I know deep down... I will and it will be sooner or later. But I know deep down that I will own gold here in the BMWF.

King: Only if he buys it.

Elektroshock: Be it the Hardcore title, TV title, US title, Intercontential title....

King: He's lost his mind!!!!

Elektroshock: I know I am not ready to even think about the World title.

King: So true there.

Elektroshock: But I promise you... I will own gold. But tonihgt I begin my way toward a belt. My first opponent on my way to this achievment is no other than New Jackel. New Jackel... Tonight will be a night that no one will ever forget especially you.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

JR: Elektroshock attacks New Jackal before the bell.

*DING DING*

JR: Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
Elektroshock almost takes New Jackal's head off with a clothesline
Elektroshock whips New Jackal into the ropes, but New Jackal reverses it.
New Jackal hits Elektroshock with a double-axhandle chop.
New Jackal uses a flying headbutt on Elektroshock.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
New Jackal executes a stomp on Elektroshock.
New Jackal covers Elektroshock.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
New Jackal whips Elektroshock into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Elektroshock with a clothesline.
New Jackal hits a punch on Elektroshock.
New Jackal whips Elektroshock into the ropes.
Elektroshock almost takes New Jackal's head off with a clothesline
Elektroshock throws New Jackal into the turnbuckle.
Elektroshock runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Elektroshock hoists New Jackal high into the air with a backdrop suplex, then se
nds New Jackal crashing hard to the mat.
Elektroshock goes for a stomp, but New Jackal rolls out of the way.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Elektroshock with a kick.
New Jackal takes Elektroshock down with a low blow.
New Jackal hoists Elektroshock high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Elektroshock crashing hard to the mat.
Elektroshock begs off.
New Jackal uses a fist to the midsection on Elektroshock.
New Jackal nails Elektroshock with a roundhouse right.
New Jackal nails Elektroshock with a low blow.
New Jackal hits Elektroshock.
New Jackal chops Elektroshock.
New Jackal kicks Elektroshock.
The crowd is really behind New Jackal.
New Jackal nails Elektroshock with a kick to the midsection.
New Jackal executes a forearm to the back on Elektroshock.
New Jackal goes for a choke against the ropes, but Elektroshock blocks it.
Elektroshock hits a forearm to the back on New Jackal.
Elektroshock whips New Jackal into the ropes.
New Jackal almost takes Elektroshock's head off with a clothesline
New Jackal goes for a chokehold, but Elektroshock blocks it.
Elektroshock hits a fist to the midsection on New Jackal.
Elektroshock takes New Jackal down with a slap.
Elektroshock executes a powerslam on New Jackal.
Bart Farinus counts: One, shoulder up.
Elektroshock executes a fist to the midsection on New Jackal.
Elektroshock takes New Jackal down with a reverse neckbreaker.

JR: Elektroshock locks up with New Jackel.

King: He is trying to wrestle with New Jackel?

JR: It certainly appears that way. So far it has taken New Jackel off his gameplan.

King: New Jackel is a street fighter... You don't wrestle with him!!!!

JR: Headlock applied by Elektroshock. New Jackel battles his way out of it. He pushes Elektroshock into the ropes.

King: I never thought I would actually be cheering for New Jackel.

JR: Elektroshock ducks a wild punch and hits the farside ropes.... AN EXPLOSIVE CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS NEW JACKEL OUT OF THE RING!!!!!

King: He has never done that before!!!!!

JR: Elektroshock is at the ropes looking down at New Jackel..... SUICIDE PLANCHA ON NEW JACKEL!!!!!

King: Is New Jackel even moving after that?

JR: Elektroshock throws New Jackel back into the ring.

King: Well at least he has not forgotten that he needs an in-ring win.

JR: I think Elektroshock is going for the new move that he told me about earlier?

King: Why am I always the last to know about these things?

JR: Here it is!!!!! THE ELECRICUTION!!!!!!!!

King: He has New Jackel's legs tied like a prezel!!!!

JR: It is a variation of figure four where the opponent is laying flat on their chest and the legs are grapevined like a figure four.

King: It looks bad for New Jackel!!!!

JR: It looks to be the end for New Jackel!!!!

New jackal submits after 13 seconds.
Elektroshock is eliciting a sizable round of boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Elektroshock!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: WE PLAY TO KILL AND SHOOT TO THRILL

#I love rock 'n' roll
#So put another dime
#In the jukebox
#Baby
#I love rock 'n' roll
#So come and
#Take the time
#And dance with me

('I love Rock n' Roll' by Britney Spears plays as the rock chick herself Athena Hashi walks out from behind the curtains. Dressed in baggy green cargo pants and a short white top with a skull and cross bones on. Athena walks down the ramp gaining a lot of support from the fans with high fives. Athena climbs onto the apron and blows a kiss to the crowd. She then walks through the middle and top rope and gets the microphone from Lilly)

Athena Hashi: Is it me or does everybody around here not listen? You see, I wrote a letter to the schedule maker-guy saying NOT to book me in a match tonight on Bedlam because I have a (bleep)ed up back!   And what does the schedule maker guy do? Put me in a six-woman tag team match, brilliant idea. The girl has a bad back, put her in a match against three other woman.

Athena Hashi: But you know, I'm actually now quite glad that I've been booked in a match for tonight, because I'm against Rachel Pitt, (Cheers), Aquatic, (Mixed reaction) and Jacklyn J. (Mixed reaction.) They are the three women on my most wanted list and tonight I get all three of them in one match!  Let's go to Rachel Pitt first of all, this woman I've been trying to get my hands on for a long time.

KING: We've all wanted to get our hands on Rachel!

Athena Hashi: Since day one I've wanted to rip her limb from limb, arm to arm and ruin that pretty-girl face of hers. You see, she's a book with a different cover. She's sweet and charming but once you open her book the inside's a lot different, I hope Tyrone Smith is listening to this because once you open the book of Rachel Pitt you see an evil twisted person who will go out on a date with you and then throw you to the ground and she will make sure you stay there until the day you die.

Athena Hashi: Then you get Aquatic. The whore of Inferno and Mineral, manage-trois! (Laughs) You may have beat me fair and square at Season's Beatings but now 2004 is a whole new chapter, 2004 is the year of Athena Hashi. So dig that!

("I Love Rock n' Roll" plays again as Athena leaves.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
From Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Helga Rosetti, Bertha Rosetti, The Flabby Moolah and Mae
Old...
From Las Vegas, Nevada...
Weighing in at 320 pounds...

The Clodfather


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Clodfather throws Joe Tunny into the turnbuckle, but Joe Tunny reverses it.
Joe Tunny runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Mae Old trips Joe Tunny.
Al Johnson threatens The Clodfather with disqualification.
Al Johnson warns Mae Old.
Al Johnson is back on the job.
Joe Tunny punches The Clodfather.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Joe Tunny punches The Clodfather.
The Clodfather hits Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny chops The Clodfather.
Joe Tunny chops The Clodfather.
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
The Clodfather punches Joe Tunny.
A few fans are cheering on The Clodfather.
Joe Tunny punches The Clodfather.
Joe Tunny gets a chokehold on The Clodfather.
Al Johnson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny nails The Clodfather with a right jab.
Joe Tunny goes for a left jab, but The Clodfather ducks out of the way.
The Clodfather hoists Joe Tunny high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Joe Tunny crashing hard to the mat.
The Clodfather nails Joe Tunny with a fist to the midsection.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, Chuck Tunney breaks the pin.
Al Johnson disqualifies Joe Tunny.
A few fans are cheering on The Clodfather.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Clodfather!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Eco-System storms down to Lowedown's locker room, being led by Couch.)

Couch: Now, I don't have to go in with you guys, right? The deal was, I
just lead you down and-

Inferno: Yeah yeah yeah. You can leave.

(Couch runs off fearful as Inferno throws open the door to Lowedown's
locker room. The Eco-System walks in to find Lowedown and Flame sitting around
talking.)

Lowedown: (turning to face the Eco-System) What are you two punks doing in
my locker room? The least you could do is knock!

Inferno: And you could have given us the courtesy of telling us what your
plans were for last night! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

Mineral: Um...what my brother is trying to say is, WHY did you help Rock
Star Inc.? That was supposed to be our night to shine, by absolutely DECIMATING
those biohazards!

Lowedown: Oh right, because that would have proved so much. Give it up,
Ego-System! You were only looking foward to last night's match because you had
the match officials all on your side! Do you think that makes you worthy
champions?

Inferno: They didn't deserve a clean title match! They had already lost to
us straight up, one-two-three. As the champions then, we were allowed to pick
our own stipulations for the rematch! It's only fair!

Lowedown: ONLY FAIR? THAT'S your grasp on what is fair? You two.....

Aquatic: Hoo boy.....hey Flame, did you like your present?

Flame: Yes, the sweater was very comfy. I hope you enjoyed the bubble bath
and exotic soaps.

Aquatic:Oh yes! The jasmine and cinnamon make a lovely fragrance. Just make
sure my guys come out of here in one piece.

Lowedown: YOU TWO ARE THE SADDEST EXCUSE FOR GOOD GUYS I HAVE EVER SEEN!

Aquatic: Um...maybe one of them comes out in one piece.

Lowedown: I wouldn't have had to interfere last night if you had any
semblance of what was right and what was wrong! And the way you set up Rock Star
Inc. was flat-out WRONG!

Mineral:Oh right, because you're such a great moral barometer! If the bWo
never cheated, why did you ever have that "bWo rules" match Tamer had to face
The Judge in-

Lowedown: The bWo didn't cheat! We did our jobs as lumberjacks, and we
can't help what your perception was, and that you all felt the need to interfere!
And besides, I think you should be showing a little more respect to YOUR WORLD
CHAMPION right abou
now!

Inferno: Well, why don't you show YOUR TAG CHAMPIONS some lousy respect!

Lowedown: Last time I checked, the titles were held up!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment and walks right up to both men,,,)

Lowedown:You want to earn my respect? You want to know how you can earn my
respect?

Mineral: Yes! What do we have to do to get you to pay us respect? TELL US!

Lowedown: Don't play the numbers game! Don't try to be funny by giving out
little Christmas presents! Just go out there tonight, win the right to hold
your titles again one-two-three, LEGITIMATELY, and you will earn my respect.
Show me why you are going to be the World Tag Team Champions again! Be the
champions that I know you can be!

Inferno: (Looking Lowedown in the eyes and then smirking.) Done. Come on,
guys.

(Inferno and Mineral leave, but Aquatic stays behind.)

Aquatic: Glad to see YOU won last night, Lowe. So the belt polish will come
in handy?

Lowedown: Yeah yeah....WHY do you hang out with them again?

Aquatic: Because I'm married to one of them, remember?

Lowedown: (shakes head) Marriage is a strange bedfellow sometimes. But if
you two like each other...

Flame:Then again, it could be really good sex.

Aquatic:Excellent point.

(Aquatic laughs and exits, shutting the door behind her. Lowedown sits back
down, and begins talking with Flame again.)

FADE

>>>

(Tyrone sits in his locker room, preparing for his match. There is a knock
at the door)

Tyrone: Who is it?

(There's no verbal answer, only another knock at the door)

Tyrone: WHO DA RASS IS IT?!

(Again, Tyrone is answered by a knock at the door)

Tyrone: Hold da (beep) on! I'm comin'!

(Tyrone gets up and walks to the door. He opens the door to find a faceless
figure with a large, hooded black robe. The sleeves are too long to reveal
the figure's hands)

King: YAAAAAAAAAH!

JR: That looks like one of the druids that Tyrone had when he first arrived
as Wrath years ago

Tyrone: What.. in.. da.. hell?

(The druid speaks in a deep, distorted male voice as though it were using a
voice changer)

Druid: Mr. Smith, I have a message from an old friend.

Tyrone: Oh really? Lemme guess. Darklord?

(The druid shakes its head no)

Tyrone: Oh, I know! Lurker!

(The druid again gestures no)

Tyrone: Does my punk cousin Derrick still t'ink he's da true Wrath of Hell?

Druid: It does not matter who sent me... What is important is that you get
this tape...

(The druid extends its right arm towards Tyrone. Barely poking out of the
long sleeve of the robe is a video tape. Tyrone stares at the tape and then
at the druid before he cautiously takes the tape from the druid)

Druid: Mr. Smith, your friend has told me to inform you not to watch what is
on the tape until after your match. Your friend does not want you to be
distracted for your match, for you might lose your title if you know what is
on the tape. Your friend does not want you to lose your match nor your
title.

Tyrone: Well, how (beep)in' t'oughful of  dem.

Druid: Good luck tonight against the Dawg, Mr. Smith. Your friend will be
watching and supporting you.

(The druid walks off, leaving Tyrone standing at the door)

Tyrone: Yeah, t'anks... wait.... DA DAWG?!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. From out of the flames arises Ravnos, carrying a goblet full of blood, and the Embalmer. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup.)

LILLY: His opponent...

Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

(Black stands in the middle of the ring wearing a Carolina Panther baseball cap turned around backwards on his head. He's holding a mic, facing his opponent for the night, Ravnos.)

JR: King, he's got a mic, I wonder what he's going to say tonight.

King: I don't know, but it better be good. I don't like waiting around for nothing. I know, maybe he'll say something about his match last week at Season's Beatings! Can you believe what he did? Right through the table!! It was great, you should've heard the fans!

JR: I know King, I was there, remember?

King: Whatever. Lets hear what he has to say.

(Black holds a hand up to Ravnos.)

Black : "Gimme just a sec to say a few things to these fans of mine here in ATLANTA!!"

(The crowd pops.)

(Black listens to the crowd, and waits for them to settle down before continuing.)

Black: "I don't think I heard you people right. I said Hello ATLANTA!!!"

(The crowd comes to life with a long lasting pop.)

Black: "Okay. All right, now that that's finished..."

(Black's attention returns to Ravnos)

Black: "Dude, man, I gotta ask you something..."

(Ravnos looks a little confused for a second.) "

Black: "Dude, come on... what was up with all of that weird, wannabe vampire bull-BLEEP- I seen you doing backstage? I mean, you understand vampires aren't real right?"

(Ravnos storms around the ring a lap or two, looking all irritated and irate, playing to an already noisy crowd.)

King: Ravnos doesn't look too happy about that!

JR: You're right King. I wonder how much more of this he's going to take.

Black: All right, all right, all right. That wasn't fair Ravnos. I understand you've got a personality crisis, and a weak gimmick, and and... (Black stops talking when Ravnos gets up in his face.) "Hey man, before you get all excited and wet yourself, chill for a second an let me help you out. I'm trying to apologize here."

King: See, he's trying to apologize.
JR : Yeah. Right.

Black: I think, you should get along with these people in Atlanta pretty good man. You and the Falcons have a lot in common. (Black turns away from Ravnos to face the crowd when he says this.)

Black : "You both SUCK!" (Black turns again, coming up right in Ravnos's face. Audible boos echo through the arena)

JR: Ravnos has had enough of this, and so have the fans!
King: It's about time!
JR: Ravnos swings a hard right hand but it gets blocked by Black who counters with a left of his own, sending Ravnos to the mat. Ravnos bounces right back up, only to get knocked back down with another stiff left, and another!

*DING DING*

JR: And Again! And this match has officially started!

King: He won't have any fangs left when Black is done!

JR: Ravnos whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
William Black hits Ravnos with a backdrop.
Ravnos falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, Ravnos reenters the ring.
Slayder comes to ringside.
William Black whips Ravnos into the ropes.
William Black misses with a clothesline.
William Black hits Ravnos with a backdrop.
William Black goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos takes William Black down with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos hits William Black with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black begs off.
Ravnos hits William Black with a snap suplex.
There are lots of chants for Ravnos.
Ravnos nails William Black with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ravnos whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black misses with a clothesline.
William Black goes for a flying forearm, but Ravnos ducks out of the way.
Ravnos whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black hits Ravnos with a kick.

Black hits an Arm Drag on Ravnos sending him across the ring.
Black scores with another Arm Drag after Ravnos charges in with a head full of steam
Ravnos holds his back in agony after walking into a bodyslam from Black.

King: That's gotta hurt!

JR: Ravnos's anger might be getting the better of him here King, and it doesn't look like his odds of winning this match are going to be very good if he keeps taking punishment like this.

King: What an idiot!

JR: William Black takes Ravnos down with a flying forearm.
The crowd is booing William Black.
William Black shoves Al Johnson.
Al Johnson threatens William Black with disqualification.
William Black shoves down Al Johnson.
Al Johnson gets in William Black's face and curses him out.
Al Johnson shoves William Black back.
William Black is knocked down.

KING: HA HA HA!

JR: Ravnos nails William Black with a DDT.
Ravnos covers William Black.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos uses an eye gouge on William Black.
Ravnos hoists William Black high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
William Black crashing hard to the mat.
Ravnos hits William Black with a jumping DDT.
There are lots of chants for Ravnos.

JR: Ravnos Whips Black into the turnbuckles and follows it in with a clothesline. Ravnos nails Black with a right hand to the side of the head. Ravnos scores with another right hand and William Black is down.

King: Hey wait a second! What's this?

JR: Black has grabbed the referee. He seems to be complaining about something. It looks like he's telling the ref that Ravnos hit him with something.

King: He did! I saw it!

JR: A clean right hand maybe.

(The ref stops the fight and pulls Ravnos off to the side to check him for weapons, causing a few boos to erupt from the fans. Black gets up and runs over to a turnbuckle and starts taking off the top turnbuckle pad, but the ref sees it at the last second and stops William Black from completely removing the padding.)

King: I knew it. I knew this William Black was up to no good.

JR: Whatever King...

JR: The ref signals for the match to continue. Ravnos and Black charge towards each other in the middle of the ring. Black ducks a right hand from Ravnos. A Spinebuster from Black connects, leaving Ravnos spread eagle on the canvas. Black goes for the pin, but the ref is in the corner reattaching the turnbuckle pad.

King: Stupid ref! What's he doing?

JR: Black grabs Ravnos by the feet and sets him up.

JR: It looks like he might be trying to go for a Sharpshooter, or maybe a Boston Crab, King.

Black looks around the ring, and to the fans, and then plants an angry boot to Ravnos's nether regions.

(The crowd erupts into a series of loud boos.)

JR: A low blow! And the referee hasn't seen it! That's cheating! That's just wrong, King!

King: It's only cheating if you get caught JR.

JR: Black waits in the corner, sizing Ravnos up, waiting for him to make it to his feet.
Black continues to wait.
Ravnos manages to drag himself to his feet.
Black explodes out of the corner and connects with a Flying Forearm.
Black taunts somebody in the audience and then slaps the back of Ravnos's head, dragging him to his feet.
Black connects with the Empty Chamber '03, violently shaking the ring.

JR: The ref moves into position.

Al Johnson counts: One, two, The Embalmer breaks the pin.
Al Johnson calls for the DQ.
A fan at ringside badmouths William Black.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is William Black!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Rachel is pacing back and
forth and she looks upset. Tamer walks in the door and kind of freezes when
he sees her.)

Rachel: What? You wanted to talk didn’t you? I cleared out the locker room
so we could talk. So let’s talk.

(Tamer closes the door slowly behind him. Rachel looks at him impatiently.)

Rachel: Talk!

Tamer: Look Rachel. I saw what you said last week. You’re tired of all the
grief about this you, me, Tyrone thing. Apparently me kissing you was a
mistake. So you why don’t we just pretend it never happened. Because guess
what? Tyrone doesn’t have a clue. He doesn’t know anything. So we can just
put the whole thing behind us and you two can reconcile and live happily
ever after.

Rachel: Damnit Josh! What the hell are you doing? You’re just gonna back
away. I mean look at you. You liked me for how long? What five months or
more and then you just recently decide to make a move. And now you’re just
gonna back away. Do you even really like me? You make big speeches of not
backing down. But what are you doing?

Tamer: Look Rachel if you don’t like me if you just want to be my friend or
whatever why should I keep pushing the issue.

Rachel: Josh you have to do what it is in your heart to do. Screw what
everyone else thinks. Hell sometimes you have to not even care what you
think.

(Tamer grabs Rachel and pulls her towards him then embraces her)

Rachel: What are you doing?

Tamer: Following my heart with out thinking.

(Tamer kisses Rachel passionately. Rachel begins to kiss Tamer back. The two
finally part from the kiss.)

Tamer: I have to go.

Rachel: But wait. Why?

Tamer: I have a title to win. I’ll catch you later.

Rachel: Um. Okay.

(Tamer walks out. Rachel is just standing still)

FADE

>>>

 (The scene cuts to the Rock Star Inc. locker room. Athena Hashi is sitting at a table in front of a mirror applying the last bits of make-up to her face. She takes one last look into the mirror and then looks at Tai.)

Athena Hashi: How do I look?

Tai Hashi: As beuaitiful as ever, Athena.

Athena Hashi: Thanks. So, you ready for your match tonight.

Tai Hashi: More ready than I'll ever be. I am hyped up about this and so is Kolic. We'll have the fans on the end of their seats just dying to see who'll win. The fans will be feeling the electricity of the electrifying, mesmerising Rock Star - Tai Hashi. And how about you.

Athena Hashi: I'm just gonna go out there and do my best.

(Athena stands up, gives Tai a peck and leaves the room.)

Tai Hashi: Good luck.

>>>

(Aquatic is sitting in the Prime Time locker room on a bench. As the camera
pans out we see that Rachel is standing above her.)

Rachel: I can't believe you, Aquatic! You told me you were serious about
this! You told me you were serious about your priorities! You knew what you had
to do for the good of Prime Time-

Aquatic: WHAT are you talking about?

Rachel: Do you need me to spell it out for you, girl? Last night, I
defended my title against three other women! THREE! I shouldn't have had to face that
many people but do you know WHY I did? Because you didn't do your job!

Aquatic: I did my job fine! I defeated Athena in our "Naughty or Nice"
match, and I did so convincingly! What's your problem?

Rachel: (shaking her head) Fighting Rock Star Inc. is for the good of the
Eco-System, NOT the good of Prime Time. You knew what your job was as a member
of Prime Time! You're supposed to keep the riff-raff away from MY title! That
means keeping as many women away from MY title in meaningless tag matches as
possible, and not making me defend MY title-

Aquatic: (standing up) Don't you mean "Prime Time's title"? After all,
you're speaking as if everything was for the good of Prime Time. Or is all for
your good, Rachel? IS IT? It seems like, just ike, you're always asking me to
play second fiddle-

Rachel: That's what YOU told me you were going to do to contribute to Prime
Time! I didn't assign that!

Aquatic: WELL MAYBE I'VE FELT I'VE PAID MY DUES NOW! (takes a breath) At
least to you. I owe you NOTHING, you self-centered WITCH! NOTHING! Tell me
Rachel.....have I ever gotten a shot at your title? No! You claim that you beat me
with the Kiss of Death
at Survival....surely you don't believe that? SURELY there is no way that
you could be SO ignorant as to believe that I wasn't going to let you win that
match! Why else would I be constantly protecting your sorry rump all match long?

Rachel: So what are you trying to tell me? What are you saying? You want a
shot at MY belt?

Aquatic: Why not? The belt stays with Prime Time either way!

Rachel: Either way? You mean, I pin you or you tap, right? (Rachel laughs)
Fine, maybe soon. But tonight, we have to be able to co-exist. Got it?

Aquatic: It is understood. (Aquatic bows and leaves.)

Rachel: That is one messed-up girl.

FADE