BMWF Bedlam Part II

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

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning and Big Kev Nash walk out onto the stage. Both men stop to stare at the crowd and then begin to walk to the ring area. Big Kev Nash walks around to the ring announcer and grabs the mic. He hands it to White Lightning as they enter the ring.)

White Lightning: ……YOU SUCK!!

(Crowd Boos)

White Lightning: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have come before you tonight to bring forth a travesty of sorts that has occurred recently in the BMWF. What I am talking about is that your favorite superstar and mine, White Lightning, will not be in the Bedlam Bowl this year. What kind of BLEEP is that?

(Mixed Reaction from Crowd)

White Lightning: Of course, I blame the entire loss on the shoulders of my teammate Ignition. People, let's face it, Ignition…sucks! It was all his fault that I lost that match, so that's why I am out here. Commissioner Rock, I am asking for some way to get my into the Bedlam Bowl. After all, we need to give the fans what they want and that is the Career Killer in the Bedlam Bowl! I'll do whatever takes, I'll go through whatever matches you want me to. I just want the opportunity to show these people that Season's Beatings was a fluke and I am still the Real Deal. So that's all I have to say.

(White Lightning begins to leave the ring, but…….)

PA: DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'?

(The Rock's theme plays as The Great One, dressed in a $20,000 outfit, steps through the curtains and onto the stage.)

KING: YAHHH! It's Commissioner The Rock!

JR: You mean "Commissioner Rock".

KING: Well, he called himself "Commissioner The Rock"!

JR: I see! At any rate, the BMWF Commissioner is here!!

(Rock stops on the stage and takes a big whiff of the People's cheers, then heads to the ring. Once there, he climbs into the ring. He goes to the other side of the ring, climbs to the second turnbuckle, raises his fist, then takes another whiff of the People''s cheers. He repeats this in all four corners, then grabs the mic.)

ROCK: FINALLY...THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO HOT-LANTA!!!

(Crowd goes wild.)

ROCK: Now, let Commissioner The Rock get this straight. You, White Jabroni, are willing to do what ever it takes to get into the Bedlam Bowl match at the PPV! (Lightning nods.) Well, maybe the Rock should start a "Kiss The Rock's @$$ Club"!

KING: YAHHH!

ROCK: No, no! The Rock doesn't want any jabroni's lips on his beautiful @$$! No, no! Hold on here. Aren't you the same jabroni that had the smack laid down on him a few months ago when the Rock had his Smackdown Hotel segment and the roody-poo Judge gave you the candy @$$ LH title?

KING: I remember that! HA HA HA!

ROCK: What makes you think that the Rock is going to do you any favors now, jabroni?

LIGHTNING:...

ROCK: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!

KING: HA HA HA!

ROCK: What matters is the fact that the Rock was stabbed in the back last week at Season's Beatings by the candiest @$$ of all candy @$$es, Dovekind!

(Crowd boos)

ROCK: Now, the Rock says this...

(The building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord and Dovekind come through the curtains.)

KING: YAHHH!

DARKLORD: Yes, Rock! Dovekind has rejoined the Darkside and I, Darklord, am destined to win the Battle Bowl, then go on to become BMWF World Champion once again!

ROCK: Now normally The Rock would just lay the smack down on both of your candy @$$es right here in the People's ring, but the BMWF Board of Directors has said that the Rock can't wrestle anymore since he's the  Commissioner and it would be a conflict of interest! So, the Rock says this! Next week, it will be White Lightning and Big Kev Nash in one corner and, in the other, will be you two jabronies!

JR: Wow! White Lightning and Big Kev Nash vs. Darklord and Dovekind next week!

ROCK: And if Lightning and Nash win, they take your spots in the Bedlam Bowl!

KING: YAHHH!

DARKLORD: That is fine, little one! I fear no mortal beings!

ROCK: Oh, and one more thing. The Board said that the Rock couldn't wrestler. However, the Rock can and WILL be the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE for your match! IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLL LA LA LA OW!! What the Commissioner...is cookin'!

KING: Holy moley! White Lightning and Big Kev Nash vs. Darklord and Dovekind next week for a Bedlam Bowl shot with The Rock as guest referee!

JR: What's gonna happen next?!!

(Athena is seen warming up in her locker room, she stands and looks into the camera.)

Athena Hashi: Big match, so all three of you women better watch your backs because you have three other women who want to open a can of whoop @$$ on ya'. And if my partners fail, then there's hell to pay for you afterwards.

(Athena heads out of her room.)

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
At a total combined weight of 404 pounds...
From Bristol, TN... weighing in at 130 pounds...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt
His partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.
Their partner...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN....REMIXED....NEW LEVEL OF VIOLENCE....

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA as Aquatic walks out from behind a
wall of blue mist. She walks down to the stage with a microphone in hand, and
she hops up to the ring and walks in.)

Aquatic: ALL RIGHT! Everybody happy now? The entire woman's division,
consolidated into one single match! This can not be how the revolution can end up!
Well, I will ensure that all my hard work to legitimize this division does not
turn to an endless cycle of 6-woman tags! Moody, Flame, and Athena...well,
mostly Moody and Athena....I dare you now! join the Revolution, for you have
nothing to lose! But...if you refuse, as I know you will, you will force my hand
and....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 440 pounds...
Weighing in at a combined weight of 303 pounds...
Flame... Judge Moody... THE BWO

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe and has her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Judge Moody raises her gavel in the air as The Executioner grabs a mic from ringside. The Executioner hands Judge Moody the mic as the crowd boos.)

Moody: Rachel, I think you've held onto that title for too long! Everyone knows that title belongs around my sexy waist, not your atrocious excuse for hips.

(The crowd starts chanting, "UGLY! UGLY! UGLY!")

Moody: I really don't know why you fans insist on continuing that stupid chant! I am pretty than Rachel Pitt, everyone knows that!

(The crowd boos and continue the chant.)

Moody: Fine, if you don't believe me, then I think Rachel Pitt and I should have a match to decide who is really the fairest of them all! Rachel, I will be waiting for your answer.

(Judge Moody drops the mic and waits for her partners and opponents.)

KING: I wonder if Moody wears Granny Panties?

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

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Aquatic kicks Moody in the gut.
Aquatic jumps up and dropkicks her in the face.
Aquatic runs to the other end of the ring and jumps off the second rope with
an Asai moonsault.

JR: That'll knock the wind right out of you!

(Aquatic goes for the cover, but Moody gets her foot on the bottom rope.
Aquatic pulls Moody up and executes a snap suplex.)

JR: It's very impressive how the relatively inexperienced Aquatic can simply
switch over from an aerial game to a mat game!

Aquatic neckbreakers Moody and climbs to the top rope.
Moody slowly gets to her feet.
Aquatic hops off the top rope and hurricaranas Judge Moody.

Aquatic tags in Jacklyne J.
Judge Moody goes for a huricanrana, but Jacklyne J. counters it with
a piledriver.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
There is no crowd reaction.
Jacklyne J. sends Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.
Jacklyne J. charges in with a handspring elbow, but Judge Moody lifts her leg.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a dropkick.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a swinging neckbreaker.
There is no crowd reaction.
Jacklyne J. kicks Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. kicks Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. kicks Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. rolls out under the bottom rope.
Jacklyne J. nails Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Jacklyne J. shoves Judge Moody into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
The Executioner comes from behind and distracts Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody shoves Jacklyne J. into the guardrail.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a DDT.
Judge Moody climbs back into the ring.
Jacklyne J. climbs back into the ring.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a headbutt.
Judge Moody goes for a dropkick, but Jacklyne J. side-steps and Judge Moody
only hits air.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody takes Jacklyne J. down with a dropkick.
Judge Moody executes a DDT on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a DDT.
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Jacklyne J..
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, Rachel Pitt makes the save.
Jacklyne J. hoists Judge Moody high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Judge Moody crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a swinging neckbreaker.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Judge Moody throws her off.
Judge Moody uses a huricanrana on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody tags out to Flame.
Rachel Pitt enters the ring and lays out Judge Moody.
Rachel Pitt is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Jacklyne J. and Rachel Pitt hit Flame with a double snap suplex.
Rachel Pitt leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. hits a pumphandle suplex on Flame.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. uses a twisting moonsault on Flame.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. complains about a slow count.
Jacklyne J. hits a swinging neckbreaker on Flame.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. covers Flame.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Jacklyne J. whips Flame into the ropes.
Flame hits Jacklyne J. with a clothesline.
Flame hits Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Flame runs into the ropes.
Flame hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Flame uses a hair pull on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. hits the opponent with the 619.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
She goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. hits a dropkick on Flame.
Jacklyne J. gives the sign for the Code Red.
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Flame.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. throws Jack Slone out of the ring.
Jack Slone is out cold.
Jacklyne J. goes for a clothesline, but Flame ducks out of the way.
Jack Slone crawls back into the ring.
Jack Slone gets up.
Jack Slone disqualifies Jacklyne J..
The crowd is starting to get behind Flame.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are The bWo and Athena Hashi!

JR: We'll be right back!

(Suddenly across the scene goes black and PRIME TIME flashes. “Let It Out”
By Hoobastank begins to play. The backs of the Members jackets are shown
with one fading into another, Tamer whip, Vernon’s star, Clancy’s
Moneybag’s, Rachel Queen of Hearts, Truck’s truck, Inferno’s Raging Fire,
Mineral’s rockslide, Aquatics Waterfall. Then the members’ faces appear and
disappear, Vern, Tamer, Inferno, Rachel, Clancy, truck, Aquatic, Mineral.
Clips of the formation of Prime Time at Bruisermania are shown. Tamer saving
Vern from the exploding cruiser is shown. Tamer and Vern fighting Darklord
and Crock is shown. Tamer and Vern winning numerous matches with the Take
two are shown. Tamer and Vern winning the tag titles is shown. Rachel Pitt
joining is shown. Tamer fighting Maverick in the Casino match is shown. Vern
fighting Lowedown in the dog collar match is shown. Wren being kicked to the
curb is shown. Rachel winning the Women’s title numerous times is shown. The
TLC from Summer Slammed is shown. Vern winning the US title is shown. Tamer
and Vern fighting is shown. The reconciliation of Prime Time is shown. 
Eco-System joining is show. Vern winning the Intercontinental title is
shown. Inferno and Mineral winning the tag belts is shown. Aquatic and
Rachel working together so Rachel could win the women’s belt is shown. The
Prime Time house is shown. Several clips from the Prime Time house show are
shown.  The stretch PT Cruiser and all the bikes flash across the screen.
Then as the music stops the Prime Time members appear only while they are
talking then fade)

Inferno: I am.

Mineral: I am.

Rachel: I am.

Vern: I am.

Truck: I am.

Clancy: I am.

Aquatic: I am.

Tamer: I am.

Prime Time: We are.

Rachel: Prime time.

Vern: Prime Time.

Tamer: Prime Time.

Inferno: Prime time.

Clancy: Prime Time.

Aquatic: Prime Time

Truck: Prime Time.

Mineral: Prime Time.

Prime Time: Prime Time.

Tamer: We are-

Vern: Not just-

Eco-System: A Stable-

Rachel: We-

Aquatic: Are-

Truck: A-

Clancy: Family.

Tamer: Trust.

Vern: Unity.

Truck: Strength.

Mineral: Friends.

Aquatic: Love.

Inferno: Caring.

Clancy: Drive.

Rachel: Those are all components of Prime Time.

Clancy: We are the new era in this sport.

Inferno: The Future’s Bright.

Rachel: The Future’s Prime Time.

Tamer: The Future’s Now.

Mineral: And if you’re not with us.

Vern: You have no Future.

Aquatic: 2004 is the year of-

Tamer/Vern: Prime-

Aquatic/Rachel: Prime-

Clancy/Truck: Prime-

Mineral/Inferno: Prime-

Prime Time: PRIME TIME!!!!!

(Then words scroll across the screen. “Prime Time” “We are the future” “the
Future is now” “Our Era has begun” “2004 the Year of Prime Time”)

FADE

>>>

(The Dawg walks out on the stage at Philips Arena wearing black shiny boots, bright red baggy pants, and a bright red sleeveless t-shirt. Draped across his shoulders to form an “X” is two big linked chrome chains. Holding a mic in one hand, he raises both hands over his head and waves at the fans.)

The Dawg: Happy New Year Atlanta, Georgia!!!!!

(The fans shout back, Happy New Year Dawg!!!!!)

The Dawg: Here we are at the start of a New Year, and guess who the management has matched me up against for the first match of the New Year?

(The fans shout, “Who?”)

The Dawg: Good ole Mr. Suck butts.

(The fans, “Who?”)

The Dawg: The Queen of Mean.

(The fans, “Who?”)

The Dawg: The guy that talks funny, ya know, dis and dat.

(The fans, “WHO?”)

The Dawg: The guy who thinks, and let me say it again, THINKS, that he can do what ever he dang well pleases.

The low life that told me not to even mention his name.

The punk that likes to sneak up behind you, but when you re-turn the favor he gets mad.

(The fans shout, “Who is it?”)

The Dawg: I call Mr. Slim Ball, you know him as Tyrone Smith.

(The fans all get to there feet shouting slim ball, slim ball.)

The Dawg: See there, you do know him. Well to night, the management wants me to do two things.

First, they want me to teach this factory re-ject a few manners!

(The fans start cheering!)

Second, they want me to take his Gold belt away from him and defend it like it should be defended.

(The Fans chant, go Dawg, go Dawg!)

The Dawg: And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to win that Gold belt to night and be the best dang champion the BMWF has ever seen!

(The fans chant, gold belt, gold belt!)

The Dawg: Tyrone Smith! TO NIGHT YOU’RE GOING DOWN!

(The fans shout, “YA!”)

The Dawg: TO-NIGHT YOU GET THE BEATING YOU DESERVE!

(The fans shout, “YA!”)

The Dawg: TO-NIGHT YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT WHO THE “REAL BIG DAWG,” IS!!!

(The fans chant, Dawg, Dawg, Dawg!)

The Dawg: TYRONE SMITH! May your ugly bones rest in peace!

(The Dawg waves to the fans as he turns and walks off the stage leaving the fans chanting his name as he goes thru the curtains.)

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

At a total combined weight of 535 pounds...
Dozer Phillips... Kurt Dangle... THE BWO

(Kurt Dangle's Olympic Theme, better known as "You Suck!", plays. Kurt and Dozer come through the curtains and walks part of the way down the ramp. Kurt flexes his neck, then a huge red, white and blue pyro goes off. It scares Kurt who runs to the ring.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful dressed in Aztec Warrior outfits make thier way down to the ring. They stop and pose for some cameramen as they enter the ring.)

Rey: Atlanta, Georgia.... We are back and here in the new year... This is going to be an exciting year for us.

Tazan: No doubt. We expect that we will be locking up for the tag team titles....

Rey: Again....

Tazan: It does not matter who is the champions... Be it Eco System....

Rey: Rock Star Inc....

Tazan: Dozer and Kurt Dangle....

Rey: It could even be White Lighting and Big Kev Nash... We don't care.

Tazan: All we care about is getting those titles back around our waists and soon. We know we can handle any tag team here in the BMWF no matter who they think they are.

Rey: But tonight we start back with a victory over Dangle and Dozer.

Tazan: Then onward and upward to better things....

Rey: LIke those Tag Team titles.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Dozer Phillips hits Tazan Boy with a kick to the midsection.
Dozer Phillips whips Tazan Boy into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips catches Tazan Boy in a bearhug.
Tazan Boy makes it to the ropes after 6 seconds.
Dozer Phillips goes for a punch, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rey Bucanerro takes Dozer Phillips down with a dropkick.
You could hear a pin drop.
Tazan Boy goes for an inside cradle, but Dozer Phillips blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Dozer Phillips goes for a kick to the midsection, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy almost takes Dozer Phillips's head off with a clothesline
Tazan Boy takes Dozer Phillips down with a flying dropkick.
Tazan Boy takes Dozer Phillips down with a forearm smash.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy whip Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
They hit Dozer Phillips with a double fist to the midsection.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro misses with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro misses with a clothesline.
Dozer Phillips hits Rey Bucanerro with a clothesline.
Dozer Phillips works the crowd.
Dozer Phillips is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Dozer Phillips tags out to Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
They hit Rey Bucanerro with a double backdrop.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Kurt Dangle sends Rey Bucanerro into the turnbuckle, but Rey Bucanerro
reverses it.
Rey Bucanerro runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Rey Bucanerro places Kurt Dangle on the turnbuckle.
Rey Bucanerro nails Kurt Dangle with a superplex.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Rey Bucanerro attempts to place Kurt Dangle on the turnbuckle, but Kurt Dangle
blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro hits a running power bomb on Kurt Dangle.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Rey Bucanerro nails Kurt Dangle with a stomp.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a running power bomb, but Kurt Dangle counters it with
a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kurt Dangle tags out to Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips and Kurt Dangle whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
They hit Rey Bucanerro with a double clothesline.
Kurt Dangle leaves the ring.
Dozer Phillips uses an elbowsmash on Rey Bucanerro.
Dozer Phillips goes for a bodyslam, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with
a facerake.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro whip Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
They hit Dozer Phillips with a double backdrop.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy hits a slap on Dozer Phillips.
Tazan Boy smacks Dozer Phillips with a devastating clothesline .
Tazan Boy hits Dozer Phillips with a slingshot.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy runs into the ropes.
Tazan Boy and Dozer Phillips get hit with a double clothesline.
Tazan Boy executes a single-leg takedown on Dozer Phillips.
Tazan Boy hits a jumping side kick on Dozer Phillips.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
A small "Tazan Boy" chant is being started.
Tazan Boy runs into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips nails Tazan Boy with a Gorilla Press.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips goes for a DDT, but Tazan Boy counters it with a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tazan Boy takes Dozer Phillips down with a forearm smash.
Tazan Boy nails Dozer Phillips with a flying dropkick.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy smacks Dozer Phillips with a devastating clothesline .
Tazan Boy throws Dozer Phillips into the turnbuckle, but Dozer Phillips
reverses it.
Dozer Phillips tags out to Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double elbowsmash.
Dozer Phillips almost takes Tazan Boy's head off with a short clothesline
Kurt Dangle goes for a backslide, but Tazan Boy counters it with a backward kick
.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle hits Tazan Boy with a dropkick.

JR: Tazan Boy has Dozer trapped in his corner. Tazan Boy turns his back and spit at Kurt!!!!

King: Kurt is trying to get in the ring!!!!

JR: Rey and Tazan Boy have started to stomp a mudhole in Dozer as the referee tries to restrain Kurt!!!!

King: Kurt!!! You're hurtting Dozer!!!! Not helping!!!!!

JR: Kurt gets past the referee... Team Beautiful Irish Whips Dozer right into Dangle!!!!

King: Kurt just fell out of the ring!!!!!

JR: MEXICAN STAND OFF!!!!!!!

KING: But Tazan nailed the ref by accident!

JR: Tazan Boy charges into the corner, but Dozer Phillips moves out of the way.
Dozer Phillips runs into the ropes.
Tazan Boy misses with an elbow.
Dozer Phillips hits Tazan Boy with a shoulderblock.
Dozer Phillips locks Tazan Boy in the Crippler Crossface.
Len Stanley crawls back into the ring.
Len Stanley is back on the job.
Len Stanley disqualifies Tazan Boy.
Dozer Phillips is starting to get more cheers than boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are The bWo!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera fades in to show Michael Bole standing backstage with the Bedlam
set setup behind him)

Bole: Hello ladies and gentlemen, tonight I have the privilege to get the
very first interview with Hardcore Harry since his horrible loss against
Lowedown last week at Season’s Beatings.

(Harry comes walking into the scene showing signs of a hurt or sore neck)

Bole: Harry, last week you took on Lowedown for his BMWF World Championship
and lets just say that you feel short of the victory.

Harry: Yeah, feel a mile short. Things got pretty brutal last week and
Lowedown came out on top completely embarrassing me in front of the entire
crowd. I walked into Season’s Beatings completely out of whack and you all
saw the result so no more “New Hardcore Harry” talk.

(Harry chuckles to himself)

Bole: Yes, Lowedown did a good number on your neck also I heard.

(Harry begins rubbing his neck)

Harry: Yeah, the doctors say that I was lucky to walk away and believe me, I
am. Lowedown really messed me up physically……. and mentally, but that is why
he is the champ right?

Bole: Yes it is. Now I have to ask the question that everyone wants to know,
do you see yourself challenging Lowedown again for the championship?

(Harry pauses thinking to himself for a moment)

Harry: Well, yes….. and no.

(Bole gives off a confused look)

Bole: What do you mean by yes and no?

Harry: Well I do see myself challenging Lowedown again but he will be tied
up all the way until after Bruisermania and I for one know he will not walk
out of Bruisermania the World Champion. By the looks of things, with the
Bedlam Bowl stacked with loads of talent, the winner of the Bedlam Bowl will
be crowned the new World Champion come Bruisermania no doubt.

Bole: Very interesting theory Harry, well I have just a few more things to
ask you if you don’t mind. One, did your loss to Lowedown soften you up? You
seem less aggressive right now.

(A wide smile appears across the face of Harry)

Harry: Well Bole, how about you hide and watch my match tonight and you will
get that answer.

(Harry pauses starring down Bole with a sadistic look in his eyes)

Harry: As a matter of fact….. you will get all your answers.

(Harry turns and walks off camera leaving Bole standing there)

JR: What was that all about King?

KING: Who knows, hopefully Harry is softened up and will quit.

JR: KING!?!

KING: Just joking JR, I really have no idea what he meant but I guess we
will find out soon enough.

>>>

(The bruisertron comes to life, and on the screen is the taco bell dog standing behind a trashcan on the side of the street. Moments latter, Pepe The Wonder Dog comes strolling by when out jumps the taco bell dog.)

Taco bell dog: Hey you little dirt bag! What rock did you crawl out from under?

(The taco bell dog pulls the lid off the trashcan and smashes Pepe in the face.)

Taco bell dog: You made a bad mistake sticking your dog dung-sniffing nose into my show.

(The taco bell dog jumps on top of Pepe and beats the hell out of him.)

Taco bell dog: You better be on the next Delta flight out of town.

(The taco bell dog moves behind Pepe...)

(Suddenly, there is a vulgar noise...)

*PLLLTTTT!*

(Taco Bell Dog falls over gagging!)

PEPE: What chu think you doing, man? Never get behind an hombre what has just ate 10 burritos and a bowl of hot chili, el stupido! (Pepe proudly walks off.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Ryushi Fujita

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: Viva la raza!
 
(Los Guerreros’ music hits over the PA system and the crowd waits for a car to come out. A few seconds go bye and no car turns around the corner. Latino Heat walks out from behind the entranceway with a disgruntled look on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks over the crowd. He wipes his hand over his face and then through his hair. He walks down the aisle and looks straight to the ring. He rolls in and heads to the corner. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and extends both his hands out to his sides. He pulls his right hand in and slaps his chest a few times. He drops down back to the mat and grabs a microphone as he walks around the ring and composes himself. All the while, he never smiles or looks at any of the fans.)
 
Latino Heat: Ryushi Fujita, first off, I want to blame you for our loss at Season’s Beatings. I blame you for holding me back. I blame you for keeping me out of the Bedlam Bowl. I am a selfish man. I will not deny that. You are tryin’ to hold me down, and you did exactly that. You had the chance to make a save. You had a chance, essa, to turn that match over. But ya’ did nothing and ya’ let The Dawg of all people take ya’ out. You cost us that match, homes. So tonight, I’m here to teach ya’ a little respect. I’m here to show you and the world just who I am. I am a Guerrero. I don’t take losing well. I’m sick of playing to these people. Things change from now on. I don’t care about the fans. I don’t care about the boys in the back. I care about Latino Heat and I care about gold. Your title might not be anything glamorous, but it’ll do as the first title. I’ve never had to resort to a level like this, but at this point, I have to. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of these people. I’m sick of you thinkin’ yer something special. It’s my time. It’s Guerrero time. And you my friend, are just gonna have ta’ learn that. So essa, if ya’ can’t stand this Heat… then stay out of my kitchen… because homes… ya’ will get burned.


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos comes to ringside.

KING: What's he doing out here?

JR: Just one of those things, King!
Latino Heat whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Ryushi Fujita misses with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita hits Latino Heat with an elbow.
Ryushi Fujita whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Latino Heat misses with a clothesline.
Latino Heat misses with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Latino Heat goes for a backbreaker, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita hits Latino Heat with a shining wizard.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a head and arm suplex, but Latino Heat counters it with
a Victory Roll.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Ravnos hits Latino Heat in the back with a chair.
Joe Finch threatens Ryushi Fujita with disqualification.
Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Latino Heat.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Latino Heat counters it with
a crucifix.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Latino Heat goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a bulldog.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ryushi Fujita whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Latino Heat misses with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat misses with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
A fan at ringside badmouths Latino Heat.
Latino Heat whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Latino Heat hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Latino Heat with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita goes for a brainbuster, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat goes for a Hotshot, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a lariat.
Ryushi Fujita locks Latino Heat in the STF.
Latino Heat is struggling to reach the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita lets go after 12 seconds.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a shining wizard, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat sends Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Latino Heat executes a snap suplex on Ryushi Fujita.
Latino Heat uses a brain buster on Ryushi Fujita.
Latino Heat executes the Frog Splash on Ryushi Fujita.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Latino Heat is eliciting a sizable round of boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Latino Heat!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Philips Arena in Atlanta
Georgia. Michael Bole is stand in front of the camera yapping about
something as all of a sudden a faint sound of engines are heard. The noise
keeps getting louder and louder until it is almost overwhelming. Michael
Bole watches the parking lot entrance as a green crotch rocket flies in,
followed by another, than another, until there are ten crotch rockets
circling the parking lot. One crotch rocket motorcycle drives up to Bole and
stops. The driver takes off his helmet and it is Ignition. The other
motorcycles are still circling as Ignition motions them over. The
motorcycles surround Michael Bole and Ignition laughs.)

Ignition: Don’t worry Bole, this is all part of my master plan.

Bole: This is quite the production Ignition, you going to a parade or
something?

Ignition: Naw, but thanks for the idea. This little setup I have here is
like when the president and the vice president are traveling.

Bole: What do you mean?

Ignition: Well, they never travel in the same vehicle. You know, just incase
someone tries to put a hit on the big man.

Bole: Alright, so what does that have to do with you and ten motorcycles
arriving at Monday Night Bedlam?

Ignition: Watch. . .

(Ignition points to one of the motorcycle drivers)

Ignition: Lemme have it.

(The motorcycle drivers, dressed in all green gets off his motorcycle and
walks to Ignition. The driver zips down his jacket and reaches in it. He
pulls out the US title and presents it to Ignition. Ignition breathes in and
smiles. Then puts it proudly on his shoulder.)

Ignition: See Michael, I am just doing what I can to protect my precious
title. If someone puts a hit on Ignition, then my US title would have been
long gone before anyone could have gotten it.

(Igniton taps his head.)

Ignition: I know what’s going on Michael, and I am one step ahead of
everyone in this game!

Bole: I really don’t think someone is going to try and take your title.

Ignition: You never know though do ya?

Bole: I guess not. . .but we have an interview to start

Ignition: What happened to asking if I was in the interview mood?

Bole: Well, I just figured since you approached me that you wanted an
interview.

Ignition: Well, bring it on. . .

Bole: Alright, last time we talked you were about to walk into a tag-team
match where, in your mind, everyone was out to get you.

Ignition: Hold that thought one second Bole.

(Ignition points to another driver and motions him over. The drives reaches
in his coat pocket and pulls something out. He tosses it to Ignition and
Ignition catches it.)

Bole: Is that a beer?

Ignition: Does it look like a beer?  Does it say beer on the side? Of course
it’s a beer!

(Ignition opens it up and double bubbles.)

Ignition: Now, where were we? Oh yeah, tag-team match, everyone against me.
Well, I have a lot of thoughts on the subject. My main thought, the main
demoralizer, is the fact that Ignition WILL NOT be putting his deuce cents
into the Rumble. That’s the hardest thing to swallow. I mean, what is the
Rumble going to be like without the Best Young Gun in the BMWF? Will it be
like the super dud match at Season’s Beatings? Maybe not that bad, but I
wouldn’t be surprised.

Bole: Super Dud match? You mean Lowedown vs. Harry?

Ignition: Of course I mean Lowedown vs. Harry! Speaking of Lowedown though,
I got something to say to him. Lowedown, you don’t think Ignition will
Ignite in two thousand four? What are you talking about Lowe? I have has
been Ignited longer than you have think. I mean think about it, who do you
think got Flame going? If you think it was you, even Bole will bust his gut
laughing! Just ask that hot fire bush about that one night in the club. It
was HHHOOOT, and I am talking HHHHHHOT, almost steaming. Just to let ya know
Lowe, Ignition is going to keep on rising, and I will be on fire come two
thousand five! So think before ya speak. Oh, and Flame, how you doing baby?

(Ignition chugs the rest of his fine tasting imported beer.)

Ignition: Enough about that vile man though. . .don’t you wanna talk about
my match tonight? I mean I am making my second title defense you know.

Bole: Alright Ignition, tonight you and Tamer go at it for a second time for
your coveted United States championship.

Ignition: That’s true. Now Michael, ask me if I am worried.

Bole: Ummm, are you worred about it Ignition?

Ignition: N-O, NO! I have discovered this unbelievable confidence in my
wrestling abilities, and I have added it to my collection of other mind over
matter skills. Tamer doesn’t have the confidence, how could he? He has lost
every singles title matches he has ever been part of. Tamer doesn’t have the
heart, and determination that Ignition has. In fact, there is NOBODY that
has the heart and determination of the Best Young Gun in the BMWF, hands
down. Finally, the one ability Tamer lacks, and quite possible the most
important, is the ability to come through in the clutch. Now, yours truly is
a clutch performer. I mean, I am not even the one who got pinned in my
lethal lottery match, that was the “chosen one” White Lightning., what a dud
that guy is.

(Ignition points to another motorcycle driver, the driver throws Ignition
another beer. Ignition cracks it open and takes a swig.)

Bole: What is with the beer?

Ignition: I have recently acquired a taste for this fine beverage. Want one?

Bole: No thanks.

Ignition: Suit yourself.

(Ignition chugs the entire beer and tosses it aside.)

Bole: Now that you are done with your beer, are you ready for your second
title defense tonight?

Ignition: Ready? I have held this belt for over a month, and this is only my
second time I have put it on the chopping block for some ungrateful on
comer. Tamer, this is your opportunity, a second one at that, to try and
take my title away from me. When I walk into that ring, and come eye-to-eye
with you, I will be ready Tamer. I will be hyped, psyched, and ready to put
my polished title up against you and your big words. Tamer, you will know
why I am the Best Young Gun in the BMWF when I show ya how a true champion
wrestles! Yes, you will find out how a real wrestle rolls, and you will find
out tonight! Now Michael Bole, I hope that’s all the questions you have!

Bole: Umm, one more.

Ignition: Whhhhhat?

Bole: What are all these motorcycle drivers going to do while you are
wrestling?

Ignition: Aren’t you just the curious cat today? Well, I am buying them a
night on the town, you know. Women, beers, all the goodies, compliment of
Ignition.

(Ignition looks at all the drivers and gives them the thumbs up sign as they
start their motorcycles in unison. They all fly out of the parking lot as
Ignition walks back into the locker room area, with US title in hand.)

>>>


JR: I'm getting word that Cherri Runnels is backstage with Tyrone Smith to
get his opinion about his match. Cherri, take it away

(The scene cuts to Cherri and Tyrone stand outside Tyrone's locker room)

Cherri: Thank you, JR. Tyro...

Tyrone: Whoa, wait a second! Why in da hell 'ave I never been interviewed by
ya b'fore? Why was I always stuck wit' Bole's stupid @$$? If I had ya askin'
me question, I wouldn't have da high blood pressure I get from Bole....
(looks her over) Then again, maybe I would still have high blood pressure...
but it'd be da good type

Cherri: (blushes) Why thank you Tyrone. But aren't you still with Rachel
Pitt.

Tyrone: Yeah, darlin'... but she ain't spoke to me in weeks an' what's a
little harmless lookin' gonna do? Ain't like we're kissin' or nothin' ya
know? Anyway, what ya wan' know?

Cherri: Well, tonight you face your newest rival, the Dawg, for your Gold
Belt championship.

Tyrone: Correction, darlin'.... Da mutt is in NO WAY my rival. Dat would
imply dat he's my equal, an' we all know dat ain't true. What da mutt is is
a pimple on my @$$...

Cherri:  ooh...

Tyrone:  Sorry, darlin'.. a pimple on my rear end dat just won't pop! Pardon
da graphic analogy.

Cherri: Quite alright. Earlier we saw you receive a tape from some
mysterious person who said it was from an old friend of yours. Have you
watched the tape and do you know who the "old friend" is?

Tyrone: I gotta answer "no" to both questions, Cherri. I have no clue who
sent me da tape nor do I know what's on it. I was told not to watch it
b'fore my match. But dis is da mutt we're talkin' 'bout. Da mutt's a
push-over! Why don't ya come on in, an' we have a look see what's on dis
mystery video tape!

Cherri: (Caught off guard) oh... ok... (looks at the camera) JR, King, it
looks like we're all going to see what is on this video tape together!

(Tyrone walks into his locker room and is followed by Cherri and the camera
man. He picks up the tape from off of the table and puts it in the VCR. He
turns on the TV and sits down on the couch. On the screen is the color bars.
This is followed by a countdown from five to one and then the screen goes
black)

JR: We will now see what is on this tape Tyrone received earlier!

(A phrase appears in the middle of the screen)

"While the cat is away, the mice will play..."

King: What does that mean?

(Sudden the scene of Rachel Pitt and Tamer kissing appears on the screen.
Tyrone's jaw drops. The tape then cuts to Rachel and Tamer in a provocative
position.. however, those who have been watching Bedlam lately will remember
the night Tamer was showing Rachel counter reversals for her match against
Judge Moody. The scene cuts back to Tamer and Rachel kissing, this time
showing Rachel pounce on Tamer first. It then shows Rachel and Tamer
talking. Their dialogue is poorly edited to make the two appear as though
they are saying things that they haven't.)

Rachel: Josh... You’re amazing. You can bring out just about anything out of
anyone... you just have some sort of hold of me.. It’s not even funny.

Tamer: Tyrone...is... an idiot to screw up and lose you. So don’t think
about it. Just focus on the good stuff.... me...

Rachel: Josh... You're amazing... Josh... I... Love... You... Not...
Tyrone...

Tamer: Tyrone... is.. an idiot... Tyrone... an idiot...

(The scene cuts back to Rachel and Tamer kissing yet again. While this shows
repeatedly, the poorly edited conversation continues)

Tamer: ...idiot...Tyrone...

Rachel: Josh.. You're amazing... not.... Tyrone Smith....

Tamer: Rachel... me and... you.... not... Tyrone Smith...

Rachel: Oh... Josh...

Tamer: Tyrone Smith... is... an idiot!

(By this time, Tyrone is enraged. The TV screen goes pitch black for a few
seconds before a sentence appears in the middle of the screen)

"So much for your little princess"

(The color bars appear again along with a monotone beep. Tyrone throws the
TV remote through the TV screen and just stares blankly at the broken TV.)

JR: OH MY!

King: So much for Tyrone not knowing about "The Kiss"

(Tyrone musters up as much calmness as he can to cooly talk to Cherri)

Tyrone: (Slowly) Cherri, darlin'... I t'ink ya should leave da room real
quick... 'cuz in 'bout 15 seconds, dis whole d@mn room is 'bout to be ripped
to hell... an' I don't want ya to see dat on our first date.. ya might get
da wrong impression of me....

Cherri: Sure thing, Tyrone. (To the camera man) Come on. Let's go....

(Cherri and the camera man walk out of the room. Cherri closes the door and
as soon as she does, the sounds of things breaking and Tyrone screaming)

JR: This does not look good at all!

King: I would HATE to be Tamer right now!

JR: Well, folks, coming up after the commercial break, Tyrone Smith against
the Dawg for the Gold Belt Title..... maybe......

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Hershey, PA...
Weighing in at 395 pounds...

The Dawg

(“Who let the dogs out,” starts to play through-out the arena, the lights
around the bruisertron start flashing, but the stage remains empty. Suddenly, all the lights go out in the arena, lightning bolts flash on the big screen, and then all the lights come back on.)

JR: Well! That was The Dawgs music, but where is he?

King: That fool could be anywhere!

The Dawg: I’m right here boys!

(JR. jumps out of his chair and spins around when he hears the voice coming from behind him. King starts laughing at JR.)

JR: Dam Dawg! You scared the bleep out of me. How’d you get back there?

King: You should have seen your face JR when he spoke.

(King pounds the announcer’s table as he laughs at JR.)

(The Dawg jumps out of his chair, slaps JR on the back, and climbs into the ring.)

LILLY: And his opponent...

>From Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

Gold Belt Champion
Tyrone Smith

(The lights go out. Sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise begins to
slow until stop)

PA: MORE.... HU.... MAN...

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down.... nobody is standing on
the stage.....)

JR: Where is Tyrone?

King: I think the question should be "Where is Tamer?" Because if we don't
know where Tyrone is, Tamer could be dead before we know it!

(The music stops)

LILLY: Uh... Tyrone Smith!

(The lights go out again and sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise
begins to slow until stop)

PA: MORE.... HU.... MAN...

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down.... still no Tyrone)

JR: This is not looking good. Who knows the mental state of Tyrone? Right
now, he is at his most dangerous level.

(Suddenly from out of the crowd near the announcer's table, Tyrone climbs
over the railing with a baseball bat in hand. He slides into the ring behind
the Dawg and spins Dawg around)

*CRACK*

JR: OH MY! Tyrone caught the Dawg in the face with that bat! He shattered
that wooden bat across Dawg's face!

(The Dawg hits the ground with a thud. Blood begins to pour from his mouth
and nose as Tyrone stares down at him with maniacal eyes. Tyrone is still
holding on to the broken handle of the bat; the rest of his weapon
litterally shattered and scattered in hundreds of pieces around the ring.
Some splinters have reached the ringside area. Tyrone grabs the mic from
Lilly, who puts up no fight for it. Tyrone again looks down at the Dawg)

Tyrone: I don't know how da hell ya did it, mutt; how ya got a title match
'gainst me. But I don't care none da same. Right now, ya an' dis (beep)in'
title match are da least of my worries. But I will do ya dis... I'll let ya
win da match...

(Tyrone drops the mic. He walks towards the ref and barks an order at him.
The ref quickly calls for the bell to begin the match.)

DING DING!

(Tyrone nods at him and then exits the ring and walks up the ramp leading to
the backstage. The ref looks confused and then begins his ten count)

JR: Tyrone is being counted out!

(The Ref makes the ten count and then calls for the bell again)

DING DING!

LILLY: Here is your winner by count out.... The Dawg!

JR: Tyrone has one thing on his mind right now, and that's what to do to
Rachel and Tamer!

King: If I was either of those two, I'd leave right now!

JR: But Tamer still has a match tonight. Folks, we'll be right back!

PA: WE SHOOT TO THRILL, AND PLAY TO KILL!

(Yesterday by StainD plays as Kolic walks to the ring, high fiving fans as
he goes. He jumps on the ring apron and hits a somersault over the ropes.)

JR: We’re about to hear from the World’s Smartest Man, Kolic!

King: And he’ll never let you forget it! Do you still get his Word of the
Week e-mail?

JR: Yeah! This week it’s “gregarious”.

King: Wait, greger...greg...

JR: You’d better stop before you hurt yourself. Anyway, Kolic’s about to
speak!

Kolic: Atlanta GA!

Kolic and Crowd: YOU ROCK!

Kolic: Ah, it feels GOOD to be in my hometown! It...hey, is that Cody Lamb?

(Camera zooms in on a guy in the audience. Kolic jumps over the ropes and
enters the audience.)

Kolic: Wazzap bro?

Cody: Hey, it’s...

Kolic: Whoa, it’s just Kolic now. It’s been a while, how you doing?

Cody: Well, I’ve been good. I got a job at Coca-Cola, I wire the electrical
circuits in the vending machines.

Kolic: That’s cool. Of course, you know what I do for a living. I entertain
each and every one of you guys here and at home! (Crowd cheers)

Fan: Booooo!

Kolic: Oh boy, we have a dissenter in the audience.

(A camera catches a Goth kid a few rows back.)

GK: You stupid conformist! These people don’t care about you. They just want
a break from their miserable existence. You’re just their puppet! And as for
the nerd, you’re the worst of them! You suck up to teachers to get good
grades, always doing what you’re told. You’re the most mindless drone in a
sea of mindless drones!

Kolic: Ok, I’ve had enough. (Kolic walks to the GK) Look here, boy. This
whole “Life is pain” thing? That’s nothing more than a self-fulfilling
prophecy. You want to see the world as something dark and depressing, and
thus it becomes exactly what you want.

GK: It’s better than making believe that the world is perfect! Life is
nothing more than a series of disappointments. You work for your whole life,
and what do you get in return? A paycheck that’s barely able to cover food
and a house, and a grave. Why bother?

Kolic: Why bother? So we don’t end up like YOU. A miserable shell of a
person, a whiny little BLEEP that gets depressed every time a little thing
goes wrong. As the psychologist Frankl said, “The greatest of human freedoms
is to choose one’s mindset in a given set of circumstances.” You’ve given up
that freedom, and that makes you the most pitiful of all creatures.

GK: I’d rather see the world as it is than delude myself into thinking it’s
full of candy canes and lollypops! You make me sick.

Kolic: That’s it! (Kolic swings at the Goth kid, knocking him to the floor.
The GK charges at Kolic, but Kolic bodyslams the GK to the stairs to a huge
cheer from the crowd.)

Kolic: Now that I’ve shut him up, I think I’ll go back and train to win the
tag titles tonight! (Crowd cheers)  Want to join me on this Cody?

Cody: Sure!

(Cody stomps the Goth kid’s head until Kolic holds him back.)

Kolic: No! I meant our catchphrase!

Cody: Oh, sorry.

Kolic and Cody: I shoot to thrill...

Crowd: AND PLAY TO KILL!

(Kolic gives Cody a handshake, then climbs over the guardrail. He raises his
fists high to a loud cheer from the audience.)

JR: That Goth kid sure got what he was asking for!

King: You know, I think I’ll go Goth!

JR: WHAT? Why?

King: I heard women are drawn to men through sympathy. What’s more pathetic
than a Goth? HAHA!

JR: That’s pitiful, King. We’ll be right back!

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room. Standing next to him, wearing a black bWo shirt and the BMWF Hardcore Championship belt around his waist, is The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, last week at Season's Beatings you and Hardcore Harry were unsuccessful in earning a spot in the Bedlam Bowl. Hardcore Harry was the one that was pinned, and you threatened him not to get pinned. How are you going to get your revenge on Hardcore Harry?

Judge: You shall see later on Michael, but I don't really hear about Season's Beatings. What's done is done, The Judge was not meant to get into the Bedlam Bowl. But I can promise one thing, before the year is over, I will be the BMWF World Champion!

Bole: Judge, we also saw a change in attitude from you. You actually cared what the fans thought and you even gave out free bWo t-shirts. You even are starting to call your fans "The Jury". Why a change in attitude, Judge?

Judge: Let me ask you one question Michael. Are you happy with the new Judge?

Bole: Actually yes, I am.

Judge: That don't worry about change. The only thing you need to know is that I spent a weekend with LoweDown and he showed me that having the fans on your side is better than being booed by them.

Bole: Tonight you put up your BMWF Hardcore title in a match against Asylum. Are you prepared for this match?

Judge: Hold on Michael, you need to rephrase that question. You should've said, "Tonight, right here in Atlanta Georgia, you put up your BMWF Hardcore title in a match against Asylum with your millions of Jury members watching."

Bole: Okay? Are you prepared?

Judge: Am I prepared? That's like asking The Dawg if he's hungry! Or asking Tyrone Smith if he's angry! Of course I'm ready Michael! I'm ready to entertain the Jury members right here in the Phillips Arena and the millions of Jury members watching at home! Tonight, I will beat Asylum and....

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

Judge: See ya around Michael.

(The Judge walks into the bWo locker room as the camera fades.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
The Judge

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down the ramp. The Judge is wearing a bWo shirt and has his BMWF Hardcore Championship wrapped around his waist. They enter the ring and The Judge raises the Hardcore title in the air to get a lot of cheers from the crowd. The Executioner grabs a mic and hands it to The Judge.)

Judge: Hey Jury! Are you all ready to see The Judge retain his Hardcore title right here tonight in the Philips Arena?

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: This guy Asylum thinks he can stroll right up and take the title from me. Well he has another thing coming to him! Tonight, when I pin Asylum for the 1..2..and 3, I'm going to be sending a message out to the back to anyone who thinks they can take this Hardcore title from me. Hardcore Harry couldn't do it, Tamer couldn't do it, Truck couldn't do it, El Cruz Blanco couldn't do it, and The Dawg certainly couldn't do it!

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

Judge: But tonight isn't about me, it's about all of my fans who came out to see me kick Asylum's BLEEP, my JURY!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Tonight I will beat Asylum to a bloody pulp, and....

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

(The Judge tosses down the mic and waits for his opponent.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Asylum misses with a clothesline.
Asylum nails The Judge with a spinebuster.
Asylum throws The Judge out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
The Judge reenters the ring.
Asylum hits a gutbuster on The Judge.
Asylum goes for a sidewalk slam, but The Judge counters it with a DDT.
The Judge hits Asylum with a piledriver.
The Judge takes Asylum down with a powerbomb.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge is starting to get more cheers than boos.
The Judge executes a splash on Asylum.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
The Judge hits Asylum with a splash.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
The Judge whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum misses with an elbow.
Asylum smacks The Judge with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum nails The Judge with a piledriver.
Asylum throws The Judge out of the ring.
Asylum goes through the ropes.
Asylum gets back into the ring.
The Judge rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Asylum hoists The Judge high into the air with a backdrop, then sends The Judge
crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum hits a sidewalk slam on The Judge.
Asylum uses a sidewalk slam on The Judge.
Asylum beats on his chest.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Asylum.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
The Judge misses with a clothesline.
The Judge hits a belly-to-belly suplex on Asylum.
A portion of the crowd is booing The Judge.
The Judge hits neckbreaker on Asylum.
The Judge throws Asylum out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, Asylum reenters the ring.
The Judge kicks Asylum.
Asylum hits The Judge.
A portion of the crowd is booing Asylum.
Asylum punches The Judge.
The Judge hits Asylum.
A portion of the crowd is cheering The Judge.
The Judge punches Asylum.
The Judge is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge almost takes Asylum's head off with a clothesline
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

King: Who is THAT coming down the ramp?

JR: They look like two carbon copies of Executioner! They're coming in the
ring!

Asylum attempts to clothesline the two executioners, but they duck.
They hurridly throw Asylum over the top rope.
They approach Judge, and extend their hands to him.

JR: Are these Judge's new allies?

(Judge reaches out to shake one of their hands, and they immediately both
grab his. They pull Judge in, and execute....THE NATURE'S FURY!)

JR: NATURE'S FURY! DARN IT, THAT'S THE ECO-SYSTEM!

Inferno grabs a microphone as Mineral gets steel chairs from outside the ring.

Mineral nails the Executioner with the chair.

Inferno: I apologize to you Judge, you really are a very lovable babyface,
it's just that we all have our skeletons in the closet. And unfortunately,
sometimes we need to pay off the debts we amass to keep those skeletons in the
closet.

King: What is the Eco-System talking about?

JR: It's like they're saying they're attacking Judge because they're being
blackmailed!

(The Eco-System slides in the ring with the steel chairs and each take one.
As Judge gets up, he is met with a vicious con-chair-to, knocking him back
down. Asylum comes in the ring and the Eco-System exits.)

JR: The Eco-System is leaving Judge knocked out with Asylum! Asylum is going
to be our Hardcore Champ!

(The Eco-System exits through the audience, only turning to see Asylum
execute the Commited on Judge on top of a steel chair. They sigh, and the camera
cuts back to the ring.)

JR: Jack Slone counts: one, two, KICKOUT!

KING: Oh, no! Here comes the Dawg! What is wring with this moron?

(The Dawg comes out and walks down the ramp and slowly circles the ring, watching The Judge and Asylum do battle. He’s carrying a cloth bag in his hand and he swing it around in a circle every once in awhile.)

JR: What’s he doing down here?

King: Maybe he’s trying to learn how to wrestle!

(When the Judge gets close enough, The Dawg reaches in and grabs his foot and pulls him down on the ring apron. The Dawg nails him with a swing of the bag to the head that stuns the judge. The Dawg pulls a pair of clippers out of the bag and hooks the Judge by the chin to hold him still.)

The Dawg: Time for a haircut Judgy poo!

JR: Executioner nails Dawg with a big boot!

The Judge uses a scissor kick on Asylum.

KING: HA HA! A scissor kick!

JR: The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Judge.
The Judge executes the Gavel Smash on Asylum.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Judge.
The Judge goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The Judge is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Backstage, Scotty and Pain are standing outside Master Z's locker room)

Pain: No problem.... Master Z is about to be taken care of.

Scotty: Good... Now do this and I make sure you are a made man.

(Pain bust through the locker room door and snatches Master Z from the chair that he is sitting in. Pain throws him against the wall like a ragdoll. As Master Z attempts to get up, Pain kicks him in the groin. Pain looks and grabs a mirror that Master Z had to look at himself and smashes it over his head. Blood begins to pour from the head of Master Z as Pain begins to hammer Master Z with closed fistsopenning the gash wider. As Z attempts to get up, Pain throws Master Z into a locker. Z involentarily falls forwards and blood covers Pain. Pain drags Master Z towards the shower. Scotty walks in with a grocery bag.)

Scotty: Master Z!!!! I hear ya like to wine and dine the women... But I know ya better than anyone else. Pain hold him up.

(Pain holds up a near lifeless Master Z.)

Scotty: But yer not worth a bottle of wine.... So I bought ya a bottle of vinger.

(Scotty begins to pour the vinger into the open wound. Master Z squirms but Pain does not release him.)

Scotty: Now for those wounds, I got some salt.

(Scotty pours a handful of salt. Master Z screams out but to no proveil. Scotty begins to rub the salt into the open wound as Z screams even more. When Scotty finishes, Pain drops Master Z who is rolling around on the floor.)

Scotty: Hahaha... He screams like a little girl.

(The two walk out of the locker room.)