The Bruisermania Wrestling Federation--Where Superstars are created and Jabronies are humiliated!

Date : 1/12/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Riverside Centroplex Baton Rouge Louisiana

(The show opens before the opening theme sequence in the arena cafeteria where there is a birthday party going on. Many BMWF wrestlers and staff are standing about in the room. Some of them are wearing party hats, etc. Stone Cold Bruiser is standing at the end of a table.)

BMWFers (singing): HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR STONE COLD BRUISER! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

BRUISER: Ya jackasses shouldn't have done it! I'm overwhelmed! Thanks! I got somethin' in my eye!

BRUISER: 93? I ain't that old! Oh, well. (He tries to blow out the candles, but they all re-light.)

BRUISER: HAR! Ya got me with that one! Hold on! I know how to blow these kind of candles out! (He grabs Ravven by the coat sleeve.) Start yakkin', ya sorry bleep!

RAVVEN: I can't remember a time when I wasn't alone, even when my parents were around. The sound of their fury was harsh, but the sound of their silence was deafening. It's devastation that left me buried beneath a mountain of solitude. (Half the candles die out.) My loneliness and despair trapped me in a storm of unimaginable emptiness. What about me? What about Raven? (Only 8 candles are still lit.) The other kids playing ball outside, and me with them was am illusion I'd allow myself, but the stark reality was even if my parents would of allowed me to leave my bedroom dwell, the other kids wouldn't of allowed me to join in anyway. They said I didn't follow their rules. Their stupid rules... Quote the Ravven, nevermore. (All of the candles go out.)

BRUISER: All right! All right! Keep your shirt on! Let's see. (Picks up a package.) This one is from Achu! (He tears it open. He pulls out a strangely shaped rock.) What in the...?

ACHU: YARR! Dat is Samoan Fertility God statue! Bring good luck to Bruiser when with woman! YARRR!

BRUISER: I thought this thing looked like a thing. Thanks, Achu! Now let's see here. (Picks up a package.) This one is from Big Bubba Bossman! (He tears it open.) Well, whattaya know! It's a nightstick!

Now how about this one? (Picks up a package.) This one is from Dork the Clown! (He tears it open.) All right! A box of cigars!!

(The smoke clears and Sandmann stands with a blackened face and a blown-up cigar in his mouth.)

BRUISER: Stupid jackass! HAR! HAR! OK...(Picks up a package.) This one is from The Heavenly Bodies (He tears it open.) What the...? (Bruiser pulls out a pair of thong underwear.) You've gotta be kidding!

BRUISER: You're a stupid bleep! (Picks up a package.) This one is from Zabu! (He tears it open.) All right! Just what I need! An Original Sheik translation guide! Thanks!

BRUISER: Wait a minute! (looks up something in the guide) OK, Zabu just said, "You're welcome!"

BRUISER: OK, here another one! (Picks up a package.) This one is from The Rock! (He tears it open.) Holy moley! It's a special edition Lords of the Scorpion King Whoop The Terminator's @$$ in the Ring DVD! Now if only one of you jackasses bought me a DVD player, I'll be all set!

BRUISER: Hey, thanks! Wait a minute! What is this? (The camera closes in on a tag on the DVD player that says, "Property of Adrian Public Schools". Bruiser quickly hands it to Shame Douglas.) Quick! Go hide this!

CLODFATHER: Here's my present! (A dozen of Baton Rouge's best looking ladies walk in and jump all over Bruiser kissing him and knocking him to the ground. after a few seconds, they all get up. Bruiser gets up with lipstick all over his face, then wipes the dust off his clothes.)

(The Stripper plays as Mae flashes Bruiser and everyone else! People begin to puke and faint! Clodfather hurries Mae out of the room.)

BRUISER: BLECH! Hard to believe that old bat was the most feared lady heel in the fifties! (Picks up a package.) This one is from Altar Boy Mark and Friar Fergus! (He tears it open.) A choir robe! Thanks, but I don't wear no dress! Keep your hands off my butt, Fergus, ya stupid jackass!

(Picks up a package.) This one is from Ravnos! (He tears it open.) What the...?? (He pulls out a set of fangs in a jar. What is this?

RAVNOS: Those are the actual fangs of Count Dracula. They're highly collectable! I bought them on E-bay for $93280.29!

BRUISER: Cool. Ok, what is this one? (Picks up a package.) This one is from Sandmann! (He tears it open.) YES! YAHOO! It's a case full of cold ones! It's about bleeped time! (Bruiser pops one open and chugs it down.) Let's party!

(The show opens inside the Riverside Centroplex Baton Rouge Louisiana. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Riverside Centroplex Baton Rouge Louisiana! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Well, I heard a rumor that Bruiser was born on a Friday and that's why he has so much bad luck!

KING: Well, what is Bruiser going to do with all those cold ones? Everybody knows he doesn't really drink anything stronger than a Diet Coke!

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

("Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback plays as you see the bWo logo begin to flash over the Bruisertron. Flame makes her way out of the entrance way to a huge ovation as she looks over towards the side of the rampway. Flame points towards the right as the crowd begins to hear a rumbling coming out from the backstage area. As the curtain begins to rise, a brand new 2004 Chevy Silverado begins to pull towards the rampway. Lowedown is seen driving the truck up as the crowd rises to their feet. Lowedown parks the truck right next to the rampway and then climbs out through the driver side and climbs onto the top of the truck and raises the World title high in the air. Lowedown listens to the crowd as he gives the Wolfpac signal to the crowd and then leaps over to the rampway. Lowedown takes the hand of Flame and they make their way down to the ring. Lowedown leaps up onto the ring apron and watches the pyro shoot out the ringposts. Lowedown climbs into the ring and lays the title on the top of the turnbuckle and then walks over and grabs a microphone...)

JR:Folks, this crowd is totally behind their World champion whether he is BWO or not!

King:It's just a phase they're going through I'm sure! HAHAHA!

JR:Two weeks ago, Lowedown crushed Master Z's corvette with the bWo limousine and this past monday night at Bedlam...

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Master Z stealing Lowedown's pick-up truck and then it cuts to Master Z placing the rock on the gas pedal and sending it over the bridge...)

JR:...Master Z sent Lowedown's pick-up truck over the bridge in Atlanta!

King:I would hate to see these guys insurance premiums!

(Lowedown listens to the crowd and then holds his hand up to try and quiet the crowd down....)

LD:Now I probably know what each and everyone of you are thinking.

(Lowedown then looks down to see a couple of cute women in the front row...)

LD:Well, I can definitely tell what you two are thinking and I'm sorry to say that there's only two women in my life.

(Flame walks over and looks puzzled for a moment until he winks at her and whispers something into her ear and causes her to smile...)

LD:The first woman is my wife Kathryn here and my soon to be mistress Rachel Pitt!

(The crowd hoots and hollars as Lowedown gives a thumbs up to the camera and a big wink...)

King:That Lowedown is almost as big a player as yours truly!

JR:Oh give it a rest please!

LD:First things first my peeps, I have something to say to a certain overweight, no talent, mid-carder, sleazy, melee mouth sonofableep known as the Dawg!

(The crowd boos at the sound of the Dawg's name as Lowedown pulls his hair back from his eyes...)

LD:Dawg, I really don't what the deal is with you and I really don't want to know to be honest.

JR:The Dawg has felt the need to interrupt Lowedown in the ring when Lowedown has been trying to speak his mind.

King:I guess the Dawg is looking to get himself even more on Lowedown's bad side!

LD:You have graced us with your presence not once but twice with your ugly @$$ self when I'm in the ring trying to talk to all my peeps and I know for a fact that these people came to see the bWo and not the drunken circus clown you see in the mirror every morning! Now Dawg, I figured you would have learned your lesson the last time you BLEEPED me off, but apparently you just don't get it do ya? You went off the charts when you came across with this lil' comment...

(The Bruisertron lights up to the scene with the Dawg as 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!

(The Bruisertron goes back to show Lowedown and Flame shaking their heads in disapproval at the same time...)

LD:Was that supposed to be funny Dawg? You think having some punk @$$ rent-a-cop who drove you to the arena and help you with a punchline was funny? Let me clear something up for you real quick! This young lady here is something you couldn't even come close to in your entire life ya fat BLEEP! This woman here is the finest thing on this planet and you calling her a hooker is the quickest way to get your @$$ kicked again by me! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:Dawg, you seem to think that coming out during my time is something that will help your career? Stealing a minute here or two minutes there is supposed to impress my peeps? Do yourself a favor Dawg and get a BLEEPING clue! If you bring your fat @$$ own during my time, I'll show you exactly why I am YOUR World champion! I'll make the last @$$ whoppin' I gave you seem like your last blind date! Then again, the Dawg goes on blind dates with actual blind people! They don't call it "Extreme Dating" when the Dawg shows up. They call it "Extremely desperate @$$ ugly freaks dating" in his case!

(Crowd laughs)

LD:I told you at Live and I'm only going to tell you one more time Dawg, stay out of my business and watch what you say about my wife. I have no problems with sending your sorry @$$ out on a oversized stretcher! I will teach you the meaning of respect whether you like it or not! You ask the boys in the back what happens when you rub me the wrong way Dawg. It sure as hell isn't pretty! Ain't that right baby?

(Flame walks over and grabs another microphone from the ring announcer and then walks back over to her husband...)

Flame:Dawg, you sit there in your Lazy-@$$ recliner eating cheetos and watching porn and think of new and insightful ways to irritate my husband. I have to ask myself why Dawg? Why? When you cut my man's hair to make yourself famous, what did it get you? Utter humiliation and pain. My husband chained you to a cage and beat you like a scalded...well...dog so to speak. Now, I would have like to think that you would have learned that you just don't BLEEP with the b...W...o and live to walk upright. Now, I'm going to do something here tonight and I hope my husband doesn't mind too much.

(Lowedown looks a bit confused as Flame holds her hand up to calm him down as she continues to speak...)

Flame:I'm asking the Dawg to stay away from my husband for his safety. Dawg, I'm begging you to not anger my husband before he does something that even I can't stop. You want to end your career Dawg? I can't stop you partner. I'm just trying to save you from an excruciating life of pain Dawg. Just listen to my plea Dawg alright?

(Lowedown looks on in confusion as Flame sets the microphone down and leans in the corner...)

LD:Um...okay I guess. I tell you what my peeps. While my wife here takes her mental pill, I'm going to ask everyone here tonight a question?

JR:I already know where this is going.

King:Don't spoil it for everyone!

LD:What do you think of my new ride?

(The crowd erupts as the spotlights shines on Lowedown's brand new pick-up truck. Lowedown smiles for a moment as he speaks again...)

LD:Now, one week I crush Z's car and the week after that we see Z drive my pick-up over a bridge and into the river. What did that truly get us besides a higher insurance rate there Z? It didn't get us a d@mn thing! We could go back and forth breaking things all the live long day when I'd rather plain and simply beat your @$$ right in the middle of this ring!

JR:Lowedown and Master Z won't stop until one of them is out of commission!

King:We only have room for so much ego! HAHAHA!

LD:I'm standing here in this ring as YOUR World Heavyweight champion Z! Whether you like it or not boy! You can sit there and talk about how I've never pinned you for the 1...2...3, but you can't say that I haven't choked you out! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

JR:Lowedown has put Master Z out with the Downtime!

King:But can he do it again?

(The Dawg comes flying out from behind the curtain landing hard onto the stage.)

(Lowedown then turns around as Flame takes the microphone from the ring announcer and tosses it to Lowedown who is looking towards the crowd...)

LD:You know what Dawg? I've changed my mind. Why don't I just shut up right now?!?

(Suddenly, Dozer rushes out of the entrance way and levels the Dawg with a clothesline from behind and watches him roll down the rampway. Dozer picks up the Dawg by the back of the neck and hoists him up off his feet. Dozer then drops the Dawg back down with a scoop slam on the end of the rampway. Kurt Dangle comes out from the entrance and helps Dozer throw the Dawg into the ring and right in front of Lowedown. Flame slides out of the ring and tosses a chair to the feet of her husband as he drives his foot down into the throat of the Dawg and brings the microphone up and leans on the top of the chair...)

LD:Why do you do this to yourselff? Why do you make me do this to you? I'm the good guy remember? I told you not to interrupt me when I'm working!

(Lowedown grinds his boot down right on the forehead of the Dawg as Dozer and Kurt enter the ring. Lowedown pulls the microphone back up as Dozer and Kurt pick up the Dawg and force him on his knees. Lowedown begins slamming hard right hands into the forehead of the Dawg repeatedly as the crowd counts on. The Dawg's head drops down as Dozer pulls his face up so he is able to look up at Lowedown. Lowedown holds the steel chair against his chest as Kurt and Dozer hold the Dawg by the arms...)

LD:Dawg, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. He's been a bit absent as of late, but I'm sure you'll get to know him more and more as days go by. Dawg, meet my good friend...BRAM!

(Lowedown drops the microphone and brings the chair up high in the air and brings it crashing down on top of the head of the Dawg. Lowedown looks at the small dent in the chair and then smiles as he slams the chair once more down on the Dawg's head. Dozer and Kurt drop the Dawg on the mat as he falls face first. Lowedown reaches down and places the Dawg's head in the dented chair and then lays down besides the body of the Dawg...)

LD:I would like to apologize to you Dawg for what I'm about to do to you now. You heard what my wife had to say about staying away from me and how it could affect your health right? Or were you trying to see how many midgets you could stuff down your pants? Well, this here is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you.

(Lowedown pops back up on his feet and begins to make his way over to the top turnbuckle. Lowedown climbs up to the top turnbuckle and is still holding the microphone in his hand as he looks down at the Dawg...)

LD:On second thought...this is going to hurt you plain and simple!

(Lowedown leaps from the top rope and comes crashing down with the "Going Down" elbowdrop right on top of the steel chair and folds it around the head of the Dawg. Lowedown rolls away from the Dawg clutching his elbow for a moment and then rises up to his feet...)

JR:Lowedown just crushed that steel chair around the head of the Dawg! Blood is coming out from the chair!

King:Can you believe Lowedown is still holding the microphone in his hand?!? That's some kind of talent!

LD:Do yourself a favor Dawg and shut the BLEEP up! Allow me to help!

(Lowedown turns around to see Flame bringing in a roll of duct tape. Lowedown grabs the tape and begins wrapping it around the mouth of the Dawg as the bWo members watch on. Lowedown tilts his head as he then smiles down at the Dawg...)

LD:This is your final warning Dawg. I've tried to be nice to you. I've even attempted to extend the olive branch to you. I guess you must have thought I said "Olive Garden" before. Anyways, allow me to end this with an old saying...

(Lowedown brings the steel chair high up in the air as Dozer and Kurt lift the Dawg up back onto his knees. The Dawg is barely conscious as Lowedown holds his chair high up in the air and then decides not to his the Dawg. Lowedown tilts his head to the side and begins to walk away. As Lowedown makes his way behind the Dawg, Lowedown brings the chair up again and slams it across the back of the Dawg's head. The Dawg falls face first to the mat as Lowedown raises the steel chair high in the air and then drops it down on the back of the Dawg's head and then rips off the shirt of the Dawg and then asks Flame for the spray paint. Lowedown then sprays the letters of the bWo on the Dawg's back. Lowedown then slides out of the ring and then listens to the crowd chanting his name...)

JR:Lowedown just delivered another nail in the Dawg's casket here tonight in Baton Rouge!

King:I don't think he's done though! He's still staning outside of the ring!

JR:Oh no! Lowedown is looking up towards the ceiling!

King:QUICK! Grab your raincoats! YAHHH!

(Lowedown raises his hands up high in the air and then brings them down with force and watches the Dawg become drenched in a bloodbath. The bloodbath engulfs the entire ring and splatters all over the face of Lowedown as he refuses to wipe it off his face and smiles as he and Flame make their way back over to his new pick-up truck and back the truck up out of sight of the fans...)

JR:I can't believe what we have just seen!

King:Lowedown did warn him! Lowedown told him not to chime in when he was talking and Lowedown beat him down for it!

JR:The EMT's are checking up on the condition of the Dawg as Lowedown and Flame have disappeared out of sight! Folks, we'll be right back!

King:Right after we get a mop! HAHAHA!

(The Bruisertron lights up and the words, "IT'S COMING!" flash on the screen. It is soon replaced by the words, "High-Paced" and "Action-packed". The Bruisertron then shows a beer mug labeled "Bedlam Bowl" slowly dropping to the floor and then eventually shattering into a million tiny pieces. The words, "All the answers will be revealed Tonight!," appear over the broken glass. The Bruisertron then fades to black....)

JR: Well folks, we saw that commercial on BMWF Live last Friday and we've just seen it again.

King: Yeah, but what does it mean?

JR: It looks like something big will be happening at the Bedlam Bowl!

King: Yeah, but it said that "all the answers will be revealed tonight." So it looks like we're going to find out what this is all about!

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

Led to the ring by Jim Cornett...
At a total combined weight of 462 pounds...
Buff Badwell... Too Sexy Brian... THE NEW HEAVENLY BODIES

Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 610 pounds...
From Island of Tonga... weighing in at 390 pounds...
Achu
His partner...
From North Pole... weighing in at 220 pounds...
Blizzard

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Too Sexy Brian executes a dropkick on Achu.
Too Sexy Brian whips Achu into the ropes.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a shoulderblock.
Achu nails Too Sexy Brian with a piledriver.
Achu whips Too Sexy Brian into the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian hits Achu with an elbow.
Too Sexy Brian runs into the ropes.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a kick.
Achu nails Too Sexy Brian with a chop.
Achu throws Too Sexy Brian out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, Too Sexy Brian reenters the ring.
Achu uses a gutwrench suplex on Too Sexy Brian.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a chop.
Achu chops Too Sexy Brian.
There is no crowd reaction.
Achu punches Too Sexy Brian.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Achu uses a chop on Too Sexy Brian.
Achu goes for a headbutt, but Too Sexy Brian blocks it.
Too Sexy Brian hits a forearm to the back on Achu.
Buff Badwell enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Achu counters it with
a side suplex.
Buff Badwell rolls out of the ring.
Achu executes a chop on Too Sexy Brian.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Achu misses with a clothesline.
Too Sexy Brian misses with a shoulderblock.
Too Sexy Brian gives him a chop, but Achu doesn't budge.
Too Sexy Brian nails Achu with a forearm to the back.
Too Sexy Brian runs into the ropes.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a clothesline.
Too Sexy Brian falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, Too Sexy Brian reenters the ring.
Achu executes a gutwrench suplex on Too Sexy Brian.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Achu whips Too Sexy Brian into the ropes, but Too Sexy Brian reverses it.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a shoulderblock.
Achu uses a piledriver on Too Sexy Brian.
You could hear a pin drop.
Achu nails Too Sexy Brian with a piledriver.
Achu goes for a vertical suplex, but Too Sexy Brian reverses it.
Too Sexy Brian tags out to Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit Achu with a double bodyslam.
Blizzard enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip Achu into the ropes.
They hit Achu with a double elbowsmash.
Too Sexy Brian leaves the ring.
Buff Badwell gives him a dropkick, but Achu only stares at him.
Buff Badwell goes for a bodyslam, but Achu blocks it.
Achu throws Buff Badwell out of the ring.
Achu rolls out under the bottom rope.
Achu shoves Buff Badwell into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Achu climbs back into the ring.
Buff Badwell climbs back into the ring.
Achu gets a chokehold on Buff Badwell.
Al Johnson warns Achu to let go.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Achu tags out to Blizzard.
Blizzard hits Buff Badwell with the Doctor Bomb.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Achu enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Blizzard and Achu hit Buff Badwell with a double chop.
Too Sexy Brian enters the ring and lays out Achu.
The crowd is cheering on Too Sexy Brian.
Too Sexy Brian takes Blizzard down with a bodyslam.
Buff Badwell climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Blizzard throws him to the mat.
Too Sexy Brian leaves the ring.
Blizzard uses the Doctor Bomb on Buff Badwell.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Blizzard catches Buff Badwell in a double reverse chinlock.
Buff Badwell is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Buff Badwell gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Blizzard goes for the Snowshoe Kick, but he can't do it.
Buff Badwell counters it with a DDT.
Buff Badwell throws Blizzard out of the ring.
Buff Badwell rolls out under the bottom rope.
Too Sexy Brian comes over to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit Blizzard with a double dropkick.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a bodyslam, but Blizzard blocks it.
Blizzard whips Buff Badwell into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Jim Cornett comes from behind, but Blizzard nails Jim Cornett.
Buff Badwell whips Blizzard into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 3.
Buff Badwell throws Blizzard into the guardrail.
Buff Badwell reenters the ring.
Blizzard follows him back in.
Buff Badwell tags out to Too Sexy Brian.
Buff Badwell smacks Blizzard with a devastating clothesline .
Too Sexy Brian uses a full nelson faceslam on Blizzard.
Too Sexy Brian and Buff Badwell whip Blizzard into the ropes.
They hit Blizzard with a double kick to the midsection.
Buff Badwell leaves the ring.
Too Sexy Brian nails Blizzard with a stomp.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a punch, but Blizzard blocks it.
Blizzard tags out to Achu.
Buff Badwell enters the ring and lays out Blizzard.
Buff Badwell leaves the ring.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a punch, but Achu reverses it.
Achu hits Too Sexy Brian with a chop.
Achu uses a savate kick on Too Sexy Brian.
Blizzard enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Achu and Blizzard whip Too Sexy Brian into the ropes.
They hit Too Sexy Brian with a double elbowsmash.
Achu and Blizzard whip Too Sexy Brian into the ropes.
They hit Too Sexy Brian with a double fist to the midsection.
Blizzard leaves the ring.
Achu uses a gutwrench suplex on Too Sexy Brian.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Achu uses a savate kick on Too Sexy Brian.
Achu throws Too Sexy Brian out of the ring.
Achu goes outside.
Jim Cornett comes from behind, but Achu nails Jim Cornett.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Blizzard comes over to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell comes over and lays out Blizzard.
Too Sexy Brian throws Achu into the guardrail.
Too Sexy Brian executes a dropkick on Achu.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a punch, but Achu blocks it.
Achu gets back into the ring.
Too Sexy Brian rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Blizzard enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Achu and Blizzard whip Too Sexy Brian into the ropes.
They hit Too Sexy Brian with a double clothesline.
Blizzard leaves the ring.
Achu uses a savate kick on Too Sexy Brian.
Achu nails Too Sexy Brian with a headbutt.
Achu hoists Too Sexy Brian high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Too Sexy Brian crashing hard to the mat.
Too Sexy Brian begs off.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Too Sexy Brian.
Jim Cornett enters the ring and hits Achu with the tennis racket.
Al Johnson calls for the bell.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

*DING DING*

(Two white limousines roll slowly into the Riverside Centroplex parking lot.
The first limousine comes to a stop, and the second stops right next to it.
The driver of the first limousine steps out and walks back and opens the
door of his limo. Five girls step out holding something in a black sleeve
that resembles a title belt. Michael Bole quickly walks up to the ladies.
All of the ladies are dressed in attractive outfits.)

Bole: Ladies, how are you all?

Girls: Goooood.

Bole: What is in the sleeves?

(The girls all look at each other and whisper in each others ears. Then the
middle one speaks up.)

Middle Girl: We aren’t supposed to tell.

Bole: Why is that?

Voice: Because I told them not too!

(Bole spins around and Ignition is standing right behind him. The camera
looks at the second limo and the door in the back is still open. Ignition is
wearing a white suit.)

Ignition: That was their job tonight Michael, and apparently they did it
well. You know how I am with my coveted US title. I try to keep it safe, and
keep it safe I do!

Bole: Well, alright Ignition, but one question. . .

Ignition: Just one?

Bole: For right now anyways. . .

Ignition: Lemme guess, you wanna know what is with the suit?

Bole: Actually yes.

Ignition: Well it is simple. . .

(Ignition reaches into the limousine and pulls out his duffle bag.)

Ignition: Earlier on tonight, your Best Young Gun was invited to the 2004
Car Corrector’s of the year awards.

Bole: Car Correctors of the year awards?

Ignition: It’s a big thing in the car business. Anyways. . .

(Ignition opens his duffle bag and pulls out a crystal wrench. The ladies
standing behind Ignition )

Ignition: Ignition took home the Mechanic of the Year award. Do you see this
beautiful piece of work?

Bole: It’s quite and accomplishment.

Ignition: Yeah well. . .

*CRASH*

(Ignition throws down the crystal wrench and it shatters on the floor.)

Ignition: It doesn’t mean a d@mn thing to me! Adrianna, come here.

(One of the girls on the end steps up and gives Ignition the black sleeve.
Ignition slides the US title belt out from it and puts it on his shoulder.)

Ignition: Now, this thing here is what I appreciate. I worked my @$$ off for
months, and I would rather hold this belt, than receive a thousand of them
stupid awards!

Bole: Umm, one thing Ignition, don’t those award shows want those awards
back at the end of the year?

(Ignition rubs his chin.)

Ignition: Hmm, I forgot about that. All I gotta say is, oops. . . New
subject, they will get a check in the mail or something.

Bole: Alright Ignition, last week, you and Verne went at it. . .

Ignition: We did go at it, and when it was all said and done I came out on
top! The BEST Young Gun in the BMWF made the Intercontinental champ submit!
Granted he didn’t seem like himself, it happened nevertheless! I went out to
that ring with all intentions of winning the match, and I did it! The fans
were with me every step of the way and they were feeling it as much as I
was. It’s been so long since I have felt the fans cheering me as much as
they did last Friday. As far as Verne is concerned, I still think the guy
has MAD skill, and he is going to go far, but so am I!

(Ignition looks at Michael Bole.)

Ignition: You mind if I speak my mind here for a second Bole?

Bole: Go ahead.

Ignition: I have not been here as long as some of these guys, and I may not
be as big as them either, but listen up. Ignition has more heart and
determination than ninety percent of the wrestlers in the BMWF! I am small?
So what, when I am in that ring, and the thousands of fans are chanting my
name, I feel bigger than any of my opponents. I feel like I can’t be
stopped, and I can take on anyone who gets in my way. Now this may or may
not be true, but I don’t care! I am going to keep doing my thing! I don’t
step on people’s feet, I don’t fight dirty or cheap, I wrestle, and I
wrestle with a fire that hasn’t been seen in the BMWF for years! So to all
you Ignition doubters out there, just wait. . .my time is coming, I promise
you that?

Bole: What was that all about?

Ignition: Hmm, lets just call it a foreshadow.

Bole: A what?

Ignition: Never mind my nosey little friend, what’s on the question agenda
tonight?

Bole: Well, later on tonight you and Harry are locking up, what are your
thoughts.

(Ignition sighs)

Ignition: For me, personally, it is going to be a very emotional match. I
mean Harry is one of the guys who I have hung out with the most. Him and I
were always chillen out when the Union was still strong. Now that I have to
go toe-to-tow against the guy I am a little beside myself here. He has given
me so many useful tips, and in ring strategies it’s hard to go out there and
wrestle him without feeling bad. The thing is, day one, when I first started
in this business I told myself that no matter who I am facing, I would treat
every match the same. So that’s what I am going to do Bole. I am going to
walk down to that ring, and I am going to try to forget about our
friendship, and give Harry the same treatment I gave all my other opponents.
When it is all said and done though, win, lose, or draw, I will raise
Harry’s hand in friendship.

Bole: That’s a noble thing Ignition.

Ignition: I am not doing it for nobility. I am doing it out of friendship. I
wish Harry the best of luck tonight, because I am not going to let him have
an inch.

Bole: Nobody expects you too either. Now one more question.

Ignition: Spit it. . .

Bole: As far as Bedlam Bowl is concerned, do you have any opponents lined
up?

Ignition: This may be surprising to you Michael, but no. Ever since this
belt has been graced with my presence, Tamer is the only one who has had the
guts enough to face me. I don’t know what’s going on, but nobody is stepping
up for a chance to try and take this hunk of gold away from me! I am
waiting, but it hasn’t happened yet, and frankly I am a little disappointed.
So, just so nobody complains that I didn’t give them a shot, I am saying
this.

(Ignition holds up his belt.)

Ignition: It’s right here, to anyone who wants to come get a shot! Bedlam?
Bedlam Bowl? It doesn’t matter, I will defend this thing anytime and
anywhere, and I will defend it successfully! So, if you think you are good
enough to dethrone this champion, you know where to meet me! Now Michael,
would you call that a question answered or what?

Bole: Question answered indeed Ignition: Thanks a lot for the interview.

(Bole looks at the ladies)

Bole: Have a good night ladies.

(The ladies ignore Bole, as they pile back into their limo. Ignition places
his belt back on his shoulder and walks into the back hallway with duffle
bag in hand. As the camera zooms into the broker crystal award the camera
FADES)

(The scene opens up outside in the parking lot. A black and red Diablo GTR
pulls up and Tyrone climbs out of it. Michael Bole rushes up to interview
him)

Bole: Ty...

Tyrone: Nah, dawg... I'ma ask da question real quick! Did ya know 'bout
Rachel an' Tamer?

Bole: Well... ye...

Tyrone: An' I t'ought we was boys, Bole... Why didn't ya tell me?

Bole: Wha?.. I tried and you...

Tyrone: Don't be pointing yer (beep)in' finger at me! How was I suppose to
know dat out of me an' her, I'm da one dat knew how to be faithful?! Ya know
what Bole? (beep) dis interview!

(Tyrone walks past Bole and into the arena)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

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

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Sandmann goes for a chokehold, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal whips Sandmann into the ropes.
Sandmann misses with a kick.
Sandmann hits New Jackal with a kick.
Sandmann shotguns a can of beer.
Sandmann is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Sandmann whips New Jackal into the ropes.
Sandmann hits New Jackal with a kick.
Sandmann goes for a piledriver, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal hits Sandmann with a bodyslam.
New Jackal goes for the Diving Headbutt, but Sandmann counters it with
a roll away.
The crowd is cheering on Sandmann.
Sandmann hits a headbutt on New Jackal.
Sandmann goes for a DDT, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal throws Sandmann out of the ring.
New Jackal goes through the ropes.
New Jackal throws Sandmann into the ringsteps.
New Jackal nails Sandmann with a low blow.
The Embalmer comes from behind, but New Jackal nails The Embalmer.
Sandmann hits New Jackal with a back suplex.
Sandmann goes for a facerake, but New Jackal blocks it.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
The Embalmer comes from behind and distracts New Jackal.
Sandmann nails New Jackal with a roundhouse right.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Sandmann runs New Jackal into the ringsteps.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
Sandmann gets back into the ring.
New Jackal follows him back in.
New Jackal brings the table into the ring.
Sandmann nails New Jackal with a kick to the head.
Sandmann hits New Jackal with a flying somersault splash.
Sandmann is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Sandmann goes for a kick to the midsection, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal hits Sandmann.
New Jackal kicks Sandmann.
There are lots of chants for New Jackal.
New Jackal uses an eye gouge on Sandmann.
New Jackal goes for a chokehold, but Sandmann counters it with a facerake.
Sandmann whips New Jackal into the ropes.
The Embalmer pulls down the top rope.
Charles Robertson threatens Sandmann with disqualification.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
New Jackal reenters the ring.
Sandmann uses a roundhouse right on New Jackal.
Sandmann hits a DDT on New Jackal.
The crowd is really behind Sandmann.
Sandmann executes a fist to the midsection on New Jackal.
Sandmann shotguns a can of beer.
There are lots of chants for Sandmann.
Sandmann nails New Jackal with a slingshot splash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout.
Sandmann executes the DDT on New Jackal.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
There are lots of chants for Sandmann.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The Eco-Mobile drives up to the front entrance of the arena. The Eco-Sysytem
steps out, lcad in brand-new Armani suits and sunglasses.)

Mineral: Eco-LIFE, baby! I gotta say, we look quite dashing in our new
threads.

Inferno: Phat, Mineral. The word is phat.

Mineral: This doesn't make me look fat!....does it?

Aquatic: Okay, okay. Before we go too much longer with this episode of
Norwegian-to-Ebonics, could you check your cell phone, Inferno? I asked one of the
BMWF bookers to text message you the schedule.

Inferno: Ok, cool. (Inferno takes out his cell phone, and flips it open. He
selects his newest text message.) All right....Aquatic, you're with Jacklyn
against Athena and Flame.

Aquatic: Darn! Why do I have to team with Jacklyn?

Mineral: Because as a female wrestler, you're expendable if you decide to
quit because of unfair treatment. (Aquatic glares at Mineral as he sticks his
tongue out. She reciprocates.) Hey, you don't see us having to team with any
enemies of ours.

Inferno: Ok, stop bickering. And later tonight, it's going to be Team
Beautiful and La Pakka vs. us...and KOLIC?

Mineral: D'OH!

Aquatic: Ha ha!

Inferno: Actually, Mineral, we could probably work with Kolic. We do know his
style very well. And after all...he did realize who his REAL friends are.

Mineral: I must say, I'm surprised he decided to make the correct choice. He
has a history of bad choices-like not leaving TCW with us.

Aquatic: What are you two rambling about?

Inferno: What we are rambling about, is the going rate for Kolic's soul. In
this case, it seems to have been a Lethal Lottery slot.

Aquatic: WHAT? You're telling me Kolic attacking Tai with a lead pipe was in
exchange for you guys getting him a Bedlam Bowl slot?

Mineral: Well, if we're thinking along the same lines-

Inferno: We always are.

Mineral: Right. It was really more of a peace offering. Kolic realizes that
we are the master of his destiny. You see, Kolic got into the BMWF after WE
trained him. He was able to join TCW because WE willed it. Then, TCW collapsed
because WE left it. He got a shot in the Bedlam Bowl because WE fixed the match.
Rock Star Inc. did not win the tag titles because WE would not let him! His
entire career comes back to US!

Aquatic: Well, him going to the Bedlam Bowl was an accident, wasn't it? I
thought you two fixed the match so Inferno could go.

Inferno: It was bigger than that. Watch the old tapes, I was supposed to team
with Hashi! We talked the booking staff into putting ME with Kolic. That way,
we could push both Kolic and I into the Bedlam Bowl.

Aquatic: All right, I'm getting it. But why the peace offering?

Inferno: Quite simple. We both have things we need accomplished, and only by
an alliance can we accomplish them. There are other PT members in the Bowl, no
doubt, but having Kolic work with me only makes my chances better.

Aquatic: So what will you do for Kolic in return that he needs?

Mineral: The LH title. (Aquatic's jaw drops.) Yeah, yeah, I know our plate is
full with protecting Prime Time and ourselves, but why not? After all, Prime
Time has no light heavyweight we would prefer to hold the belt-well, except
for Inferno, but he wrestles tags with me mostly.

Aquatic: And you think you can guide him to the title?

Inferno: Of course. Haven't we accomplished everything we ever wanted to do?

Aquatic: You wanted to destroy the bWo a while back...

Inferno: FEASIBLE stuff.

Aquatic: Oh. Then no.

Inferno: Right. Now let's go in, I'm getting impatient here.

(The Eco-System enters the building.)

FADE

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

Led to the ring by Inferno....
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 intercom as a blue mist rises from the
stage. There is an explosion of blue fireworks, and Aquatic comes out with a
towel over her head. She no longer has her suit on, but is wearing her usual
black skirt and baby blue top.)

PA: I'M A LONER, I'M A LOSER, I'M A WINNER, IN MY MIND....I'M A BAD ONE, I'M
A GOOD ONE, I'M A SICK ONE, WITH A SMILE....

(Aquatic hops up to the ring apron and jumps over the ropes. She walks to the
middle of teh ring, throws the towel off her head, and throws her arms down
to send off blue fireworks from all 4 turnbuckles.Aquatic grabs a microphone.)

Aquatic: Ok, Louisana Losers, shut up, I have some important things to
address. (Crowd boos) You see, last Live, I was supposed to have a nice little
Woman's title match against Rachel Pitt. An untelevised show, we don't have to show
animocity in front of
the world, and the Prime Time women remain nice and unified. Sounds like a
plan, right? WRONG! Rachel, YOU WALKED OUT! You lost by countout, taking the
cheapest way to retain possible! how dare you.....

(Aquatic begins to twitch, but regains her composure.)

Aquatic: So what is it? Now that your love life is so messed up with Tyrone
and Tamer, you're going to stop being a fighting champion? I don't really care
about your personal issues that much anymore, if you're going to use them as
an EXCUSE to not be a
fighting champion. But Rachel.....I love you dearly, and I KNOW you can still
be the premier woman in this industry! Well....besides me. So I'm going to
throw out a challenge. I want Aquatic vs. Rachel Pitt, at Bedlam Bowl, for the
Woman's Title! Now I know you don't have to say yes.....but I personally think
that this is the ONLY possible course of action to maintain your credibility!
So take it or leave it, Rachel.....I'm not trying to create a rift in Prime
Time, but if you force my hand, you will....

Crowd/Aquatic: FEEL MY PAIN! (Crowd boos)

Aquatic: Oh.....yeah, I have a match now too. Right. I'm going to win.
So......neener neener. (Aquatic throws down the microphone.)

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

(The lights in the arena start to flicker to a crimson red. Points of Authority htis the PA system. Jacklyn coems out from behind the curtain and taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. She jumps up on a turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn does a bacflip to get off and start the match.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
At a total combined weight of 248 pounds...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine
Her partner...
From Austin, TX... weighing in at 128 pounds...
Flame

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Aquatic locks up with Francine, and throws her off.
Aquatic dropkicks Francine in the face, sending her back and busting open her
lip.
Aquatic gets down and starts choking Francine out, but lets go at the ref's
three-count.

JR: Why is Aquatic so malicious? This probably isn't any more effective then
a suplex!

(Aquatic pulls Francine up and hits a snap suplex. She spins her legs around
and executes a second one.)

King: It seems like she listened to you, JR!

JR: Heh....Aquatic has Francine up for a third one!

Aquatic executes a vertical suplex and goes for the cover.
Francine gets her shoulder up at two.
Aquatic is visibly upset by this.
Aquatic takes Francine down with a snap mare.
Aquatic executes a German suplex on Francine.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic catches Francine in a half Boston crab.
Francine grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Aquatic takes Francine down with a back elbow.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Aquatic and a few others cheering her.
Aquatic uses a snap mare on Francine.
Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Francine blocks it.
Francine whips Aquatic into the ropes, but Aquatic reverses it.
Aquatic hits Francine with a shoulderblock.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Francine blocks it.
Francine goes for a bulldog, but Aquatic counters it with a back suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Aquatic and a few others cheering her.
Aquatic nails Francine with a back elbow.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Aquatic and a few others cheering her.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Aquatic and a few others cheering her.
Aquatic hits a back elbow on Francine.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
You could hear a pin drop.
Aquatic throws Francine out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, three, four, Francine reenters the ring.
Aquatic smacks Francine with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic nails Francine with a German suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Aquatic uses a back elbow on Francine.
Aquatic goes for a back elbow, but Francine ducks out of the way.
Francine tags out to Flame.
Flame and Francine whip Aquatic into the ropes.
They hit Aquatic with a double backdrop.
Flame and Francine whip Aquatic into the ropes.
Flame and Francine hit Aquatic with a double punch.
Flame and Francine whip Aquatic into the ropes.
They hit Aquatic with a double elbowsmash.
Francine leaves the ring.
Flame hits a chop on Aquatic.
Flame throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, Aquatic reenters the ring.
Flame takes Aquatic down with a low blow.
Flame executes a bulldog on Aquatic.
Flame rips her shirt open to reveal sportsbra..
A small "Flame" chant is being started.
Flame takes Aquatic down with a bulldog.
Flame rips her shirt open to reveal sportsbra..
The crowd is starting to get behind Flame.
Flame goes for an elbowdrop, but Aquatic rolls out of the way.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Aquatic tags out to Jacklyne J..
Francine enters the ring and lays out Aquatic.
Flame and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double clothesline.
Francine leaves the ring.
Flame goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Flame counters it with a small package.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a snap mare.
Flame nails Jacklyne J. with a bulldog.
Flame goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a huricanrana, but Flame counters it with a piledriver.
There are lots of chants for Flame.
Flame rips her shirt open to reveal sportsbra..
The crowd is really behind Flame.
Flame whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a hair pull.
Flame runs into the ropes.
Flame nails Jacklyne J. with an elbow to the head.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a piledriver.
Flame uses a chop on Jacklyne J..
Flame nails Jacklyne J. with a hair pull.
Jacklyne J. hits the opponent with the 619.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
She goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Jacklyne J. goes for a backdrop, but Flame counters it with a sunset flip.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Flame hits Jacklyne J. with a huricanrana.
The crowd is really behind Flame.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Aquatic.

Aquatic whips Flame into the ropes, and attempts a scissors kick, but Flame
ducks it.
Aquatic points behind Flame and she turns around.
Aquatic hits Flame in the head with a spinning heel kick.

King: Is "Made You Look" REALLY an offensive move?

(Aquatic locks a full-nelson on Flame and pulls her out to the center of the
ring. Flame begins to fight up, but Aquatic hits a full-nelson bomb to
neutralize her.)

JR: I would think that Aquatic would use more submission moves like that. She
does tend to wrestle in the heel style.

Aquatic suddenly runs over to Francine and dropkicks her off the apron.
Aquatic hops up to the top of the turnbuckles.
Aquatic leaps off the top with a hurricarana.

JR: Wave Curl hurricarana...the epitome of Aquatic's high-flying expertise.

King: You're sounding exceptionally insightful today, JR!

(Aquatic picks Flame up and pulls her over the back. Aquatic executes the Ice
Breaker.)

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAAKER! ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic goes for the cover.
The ref counts: 1..2...Francine makes the save.

Francine leaves the ring.
Flame makes the tag.
Francine goes for a facerake, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic whips Francine into the ropes, but Francine reverses it.
Francine executes a punch on Aquatic.
Francine nails Aquatic with a back rake.
Francine whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Francine hits Aquatic with a hair pull.
Francine is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Francine executes a hair pull on Aquatic.
Francine hits Aquatic with a punch.
Francine nails Aquatic with a hair pull.
Francine hits Aquatic with a bulldog.
Ravven distracts Earl Hepner.
Aquatic sprays blue mist.
She goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner is back on the job.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three
A few fans are booing Aquatic, while a few others are cheering her.

*DING DING*

(Aquatic extends her hand to Jacklyn in the ring.)

Aquatic: (loud enough to hear) You were a good teammate, Jacklyn....thanks.

JR: Well, it's good to see some sportsmanship...

(Jacklyn takes Aquatic's hand, but Aquatic armdrags her down. Aquatic pops a
capsule into her mouth and spits blue mist in Jacklyn's face causing her to
scream. Aquatic pulls out brass knuckles and nails jacklyn between the eyes,
busting her open.)

JR: That sick pile of.....Jacklyn almost looks like she's disfigured with all
that blood and mist!

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays, and Aquatic leaves.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Couch is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room. On his left, wearing a muscle shirt is The Executioner. On his right, wearing a long judge robe and holding her gavel, is Judge Moody.)

Couch: Tonight you two team up with The Judge to face Tyrone Smith, Tamer, and Rachel Pitt. Executioner, can I get your comments on returning to the ring tonight after months of absence?

Executioner: Couch, I never planned on getting back into in-ring action, I just planned on being a bodyguard for The Judge and Judge Moody, and I was doing a darn good job too! But when I learned that The Judge and Judge Moody were facing Tyrone Smith, Tamer, and Rachel Pitt and that they needed a third partner, I offered my services right away. Bodyguard work is fun, but I need to stretch out my wrestling abilities.

Couch: Judge Moody, last week on Bedlam you issued a challenge out to Rachel Pitt. You challenged her to a Beauty Contest in order to prove to all the fans that you are truly pretty than her. Did you get an answer yet?

Moody: Not yet Michael, I am starting to think Rachel Pitt is a coward after all. She is afraid that I will prove to the world that I am prettier than her and then she will lose all her fans! Well Pitt, you can't hide from me forever. If you don't give me an answer tonight, then I'll have to beat an answer out of you! But just to show you how serious I am, our match tonight will be a warm-up for me.

Couch: One more question...where is The Judge?

Executioner: I don't really know the answer to that Couch. The Judge said he had business to take care of, that's all I know. He promised to be back in time for our match though. But between you and I Couch, I think he's the one behind those weird Bedlam Bowl commercials.

Couch: Why would you say that?

Executioner: Oh, I don't know Slim, just something The Judge said. I could be wrong.

Couch: Well the commercial said that all the answers will be revealed tonight so we may find out if The Judge is behind those later in the show.

Moody: Alright, this interview is over Couch. We have plenty of better things to do.

(Judge Moody and The Executioner walk off as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is a no-DQ-no-countout match scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

(Black comes down to the ring hefting a baseball bat. He looks royally BLEEPED off)

King: I wouldn't want to get into the ring with him. He looks like he's ready to explode!

JR: You're right King. With that baseball bat, you can be sure he means business tonight!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from 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, Slayder and the Embalmer. They walk to the ring.)

(Meanwhile, William Black paces around like a caged animal in the ring while he waits for Ravnos and his cohort.)

King: I don't like this JR. He's pacing around like a hungry lion!

(Black takes off and slides outside the ring. He runs to meet Ravnos, Slayder and Embalmer half way up the ramp in the entry isle)

King: Black can't wait to get his hands on Ravnos! Look, he's chasing down the isle after him!

The Embalmer steps up to block Black and takes a swing with a clothesline.
Black ducks the clothesline attempt and hits Slayder across the midsection the the bat.
Black follows it up by slamming the baseball bat across Slayder's back, sending him to the ground.
The Embalmer hits Black in the back with a double axe handle.
Black turns and levels The Embalmer with the bat.
Ravnos takes Black down by hitting him from behind.
Ravnos stomps away on Black.

King: He might have taken out both of Ravnos's buddies in this match, but right now he's getting the crap kicked out of him! Kick him again! You always kick a man when he's down!

JR: Whose side are you on King?
King: I'm not on anybody's side! I just like the fights!
JR: Look, he caught Ravnos's foot!

Black blocks a kick and hits a low blow on Ravnos.

King: A low blow! How cheap!

Black DDTs Ravnos right onto the concrete floor.

JR: Those pads out there on the floor don't help that much folks! That's a lot of impact. Black continues to dish out punishment by following the DDT up with a trio of fist drops.
Black plays to the crowd a little bit by pointing and shouting. He kicks Ravnos again before picking him up and Irish Whipping him into the steel steps.
Ravnos groans in pain.
Black slams Ravnos face first onto the steps, causing an echo throughout the arena.
Black throws Ravnos back into the ring.

King: What's he doing? Why's he coming over here?
JR: I don't know. Wait a second... He's grabbing the ring bell! This can't be good!

Black climbs back inside the ring carrying the ring bell.
Black sizes Ravnos up.
Black continues to wait in the corner.
Ravnos slowly gets up.
Black charge out of the corner and blasts :BLING: Ravnos in the face with the ring bell causing a loud pop from the crowd.

King: Hey does the ringing of the bell mean that the match has officially started? haha!

JR: William Black goes for a vertical suplex, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos executes a side suplex on William Black.
Ravnos goes for an abdominal stretch, but William Black reverses it.
Ravnos is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ravnos makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
William Black runs into the ropes.
The Embalmer trips William Black.
William Black uses a bodyslam on Ravnos.
William Black hits Ravnos with an armdrag takedown.
William Black uses an armdrag takedown on Ravnos.
William Black uses a DDT on Ravnos.
The crowd is booing William Black.
William Black executes a DDT on Ravnos.
The crowd is booing William Black.
William Black is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos nails William Black with a side suplex.
Ravnos hits William Black with a Hotshot.
The crowd is behind Ravnos all the way.
Ravnos locks William Black in an abdominal stretch.
William Black gets ahold of the ropes after 15 seconds.
Ravnos goes for a spinebuster slam, but William Black counters it with
a kneelift.
In turn, Ravnos counters it with a side step.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ravnos.
Ravnos goes for a forearm to the back, but William Black side-steps and Ravnos
only hits air.
William Black takes Ravnos down with an armdrag takedown.
William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Ravnos counters it with a lariat
.
Ravnos hits a spinebuster slam on William Black.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black hits Ravnos with an eye gouge.
William Black whips Ravnos into the ropes.
William Black hits Ravnos with an elbow.
William Black hits Ravnos with a fistdrop.
William Black uses a fistdrop on Ravnos.
William Black is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

Slayder slides into the ring behind Black with the baseball bat.
Slayder swings the bat but Black ducks and blasts him in the face with the ring bell.
Slayder rolls outside the ring and falls flat on the ground bleeding from a large cut on his forehead.
Black looks around the ring playing to the crowd. He sets the ring bell against the top turnbuckle in a corner.
Black slaps Ravnos on the back of the head a few times and drags him to his feet.
Black picks up his baseball bat and then Irish Whips Ravnos into the corner with one hand.
Ravnos slams into the turnbuckles, and the ring bell. :BLING:
Ravnos stumbles out of the corner.
Black plays to the crowd, winding up with the baseball bat.

JR: No, don't do this! He's out on his feet. Ravnos is out on his feet King. He doesn't need to
do this!
King: You're right, he doesn't need to! But he's going to!

Black winds up and connects with a homerun swing, shattering the baseball bat over Ravnos's head.

King: Holy...! Did you just see that?! He broke Ravnos's head on the bat!
JR: He broke the bat on Ravnos's head King!

(The Crowd comes to life with Holy BLEEP chants that are loud enough to wake the dead)

Ravnos lies spread eagle on the mat with blood covering his face.
Black points to Ravnos and then does a slow cutthroat motion and signals for his finisher.
Black hoists Ravnos up and hits the Empty Chamber '03.
William Black goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
William Black further incites the crowd.

*DING DING*

King: Darklord!? Darklord?! What's he doing here?! Oh no this can't be good! Run Black! Run!

JR: I don't think he's going to run. Look at him! He's wanting Darklord to come down and get in the ring!

King! I know! And it looks like Darklord is going to oblige him!

(Black stands in the ring motioning and yelling for Darklord to come and get some. Darklord
methodically climbs into the ring)

JR: Here we go!

Black charges Darklord and ducks under a clothesline.
Black bounces off the ropes and connects with a flying forearm.
Darklord only staggers backwards.
Black looks around the ring.
Black bounces off the ropes and connects with another flying forearm.
Darklord doesn't budge.
Darklord grabs Black by the throat.

(The crowd pops for the upcoming chokeslam.)

Black reverses the Chokeslam with a low blow.
Black hits Darklord with a pair of left hands.
Darklord doesn't flinch.
Darklord grabs Black by the throat.
Darklord completely destroys Black with a Chokeslam.
Darklord slides out of the ring leaving Black spread eagle on the canvas.

(The building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off. Darklord summons his minions.)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is pummeling a
punching bag. Tamer turns to face the camera.)

Tamer: Everything can change in just an instant or it can slowly progress.
Success can be a slow moving process or right time right place lucky day.
You can jump to the top. As for failure you can slowly start to lose your
edge and go down hill. Or in an instant your whole world can crumble.

(Tamer throws one more hard punch and walks away from the punching bag and
picks up a bottle of water.)

Tamer: This whole thing between me and Rachel changed last week VERY
suddenly. Tyrone Smith received a video tape from an anonymous source. Now
yes the tape was of things that have happened between me and Rachel. But it
was misconstrued, the words were butchered. At first I didn’t know what to
think. I realized now that everything got a lot more real.

(Tamer takes a drink of water.)

Tamer: I’ve liked Rachel since she joined Prime Time. I was attracted to
her, to her beauty, her personality, her spirit. Everything bout her was
enticing and interesting. But I didn’t make any moves. I didn’t want to hurt
the friendship we were forming. I didn’t want to do something that could
damage Prime Time. I was reserved. Then she started dating Tyrone and I
thought, well there ya go. I was very untrusting of Tyrone I’ll admit. But
everything seemed to be going fine. And although it was frustrating to watch
some one I cared for be with someone else all that matter to me was that
Rachel was happy.

(Tamer grabs a towel and wipes the sweat off of himself then throws the
towel across the room)

Tamer: But then Rachel started getting hurt. Tyrone became obsessive with
his rage. He avoided Rachel. It’s almost as if he completely forgot about
her. She was upset, so as a friend I was there for her. But then there was
that one incident I got lost in the moment and I kissed her. Then when she I
pulled away and she kissed me I was blissfully happy. But I realized soon
after what I had done had only further complicated things for Rachel,
confusing her more, and adding more grief to her table. So when I found out
that Tyrone didn’t know I went to Rachel, I gave her a choice. She told me
pretty much I was the one that needed to make a choice.

(Tamer takes another drink from the water bottle and tosses it aside.)

Tamer: I made my choice. I want Rachel. I want her by my side. When I made
my decision I didn’t even think about Tyrone. I embraced Rachel and kissed
her. I didn’t want to ever let her go. It pained me to walk away from her to
go wrestle my match because I knew I was leaving her with more lost
feelings. Then that night Tyrone Smith found out what had been happening.
Yet the information that he has received is twisted. Tyrone is obviously too
engulfed in his own rage to realize this. But what I realized was if I have
to fight for Rachel I will. Tyrone wants to destroy me for touching Rachel.
He wants me dead. If Tyrone won’t listen to reason, if we have to fight, I
won’t hold back. I will not be afraid. Tyrone’s rage is leading him on a
path of destruction towards me, well fine. Bring it Tyrone. And if you want
to fight me like a brutal animal…

(Tamer’s gaze turns into a fierce glare that feels like it’s piercing
through the camera.)

Tamer: Prepare To Be Tamed!

(The scene cuts back to the parking lot. Latino Heat is walking around, pacing back and forth, with a questioned look on his face. He comes to a stop, as he hears a car come driving up. He turns around and is shocked to see Ultimate Guerrero come driving up in the lowrider. Ultimate drives up to Heat’s side and hops out of the car. Ultimate looks at his uncle but Heat can barely look up at him.)

Ultimate: Are you ready… for this… match? Or… are we… not a team? I can fight… this match… alone… if I have to. You never… called me… since Friday. So I figure… you don’t care… about this team.

Latino Heat: Listen kid, it’s not that. Just, things ain’t been goin’ the way I see they should be. And I got the chance to be a star. We all know that. This tag thing, I don’t need that. I know you want it. I wouldn’t mind the gold either. But I’m back for bigger things. You gotta understand that.

Ultimate: So I do this… alone. No… problem. But I don’t… understand.

Latino Heat: Sorry kid.

(Heat bows his head as he says this and tries to walk away. He is stopped though, as Scotty Scott is standing in his way.)

Latino Heat: What do you want, amigo?

Scotty: The two of ya's make a great team and the two of ya's should stay together...

Ultimate: The man… is right.

Latino Heat: But… but… you’re right.

Scotty Scott: Now let's see who is the better man... Who is gonna shake hands and put all this kid's junk behind ya's.

(Ultimate extends his hand out and Heat starts to form a smile. He puts his hand out also and the family shakes hands and then hugs each other. Scotty smiles also and pats Heat on the back. The two men stop their embrace. Ultimate extends his hands, pointing Latino Heat to the driver’s seat. Ultimate hops over the door and into the passenger’s seat. Heat makes his way over and sits down in the driver’s seat and drives off as Scotty smiles and walks away.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Asylum

(The lights in the arena go completely dark. Suddenly a blinding flash goes of with a thunderous boom. Blue strobes go over the crowd and Awake by Godsmack hits the PA system. Asylum explodes from behind the curtain and runs down the ramp. He slides in the ring and jumps onto a turnbuckle. He taunts to the crowd. Asylum jumps down.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
AJ Stiles goes for a kick to the head, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum kicks AJ Stiles.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum punches AJ Stiles.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum goes for a backbreaker, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles goes for a dropkick, but Asylum side-steps and AJ Stiles
only hits air.
Asylum goes for a gutbuster, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles executes a jumping front kick on Asylum.
AJ Stiles throws Asylum into the turnbuckle.
Asylum comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection.
AJ Stiles takes Asylum down with a rana.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
AJ Stiles holds his hands out like a cross.
AJ Stiles is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
AJ Stiles goes for a kick to the head, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum almost takes AJ Stiles's head off with a clothesline
Asylum punches AJ Stiles.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles.
Asylum hoists AJ Stiles high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends AJ
Stiles crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum goes for a vertical suplex, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles hits Asylum with a series of punches.
AJ Stiles executes the Ace Crusher on Asylum.
AJ Stiles runs into the ropes.
Asylum misses with a kick.
Asylum almost takes AJ Stiles's head off with a clothesline
Asylum takes AJ Stiles down with reverse suplex.
A few fans are booing Asylum, while a few others are cheering him.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
AJ Stiles hits Asylum with a dropkick.
AJ Stiles holds his hands out like a cross.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles with a superkick.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles with reverse suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum throws AJ Stiles into the turnbuckle, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
Asylum comes back and rocks AJ Stiles with an elbow.
Asylum punches AJ Stiles.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum punches AJ Stiles.
A few fans are booing Asylum, while a few others are cheering him.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles.
Asylum goes for a brainbuster, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles hits Asylum with a series of punches.
AJ Stiles runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles with a kick.
Asylum smacks AJ Stiles with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum takes AJ Stiles down with reverse suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum hits AJ Stiles with a superkick.
A few fans are booing Asylum, while a few others are cheering him.
Asylum goes for a superkick, but AJ Stiles ducks out of the way.
AJ Stiles nails Asylum with a legsweep.
AJ Stiles takes Asylum down with a power bomb.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
AJ Stiles takes Asylum down with a brain buster.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing AJ Stiles and a few others cheering him
.
AJ Stiles goes for an elbowdrop, but Asylum rolls out of the way.
Asylum gives him the Clothesline From Hell.
Asylum is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Asylum gives the sign for the Committed.
Asylum executes the Committed on AJ Stiles.
Asylum goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.

*DING DING*

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system. The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America. We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America. Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted. Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion! Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays.
Aquatic...Truck...Inferno....Mineral...Rachel
Pitt...Tamer..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt...and
featuring Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde as himself! The
credits wrap up, telling us this is "A Prime Time
Production.")

(Tamer is walking down the staircase.)

Tamer: Think I'll just get me a can of beer..... (He turns into the kitchen,
where all the lights are on.) Huh? Who's in here?

(The camera pans to Inferno and Mineral playing poker with three
unidentified urban-looking folk.)

Inferno: Oh...er...hey, Tamer. Just playing poker with some friends.

(The poker players turn around to reveal...)

Tamer: 50 CENT? LLOYD BANKS? YOUNG BUCK?

50 Cent: G-G-G-G-UNIT! (Everybody looks at 50 Cent) Sorry....I do that every
now and then.

Lloyd: Wassup, Tamer? (He extends his hand, but as Tamer reaches for it, it
turns into a censored middle finger.)

Young Buck: HA! CRACKER FOOL!

Mineral: Yeah....that's just their sense of humor. What did you want? Some
beer?

Tamer: Well...yes....but now I want to know if Vern said you could have the
three members of G-Unit over for a poker night in the house....

Inferno: See, that's kind of the reason we were doing it at night.....

Young Buck: Who's this Vern fella?

Lloyd Banks: Dat ain't Tyrone Smith's baby mama-to-be, right?

50 Cent: Nah man, that's Rachel.....

Tamer: (getting annoyed) Hey, weren't the three of you all convicted felons
at one time or another? Get out of the house!

(G-Unit stands up.)

50 Cent: Who's gonna make us?

(Tamer looks like he's ready to fight, but we hear footsteps.)

Aquatic: (walking in.) G-Unit?

G-Unit: Sheila?

Aquatic: Now, you guys weren't betting again, were you?

Lloyd: Uh....no ma'am we were't doin' nothing....

Young Buck: Besides, we were losing!

Aquatic: (shakes her head) OUT OF THE HOUSE! (G-Unit hastily leaves as Tamer
and the Eco-System are amazed. Aquatic points to the Eco-System.) And you
two are going to bed. No more gambling for tonight.

(Aquatic, Inferno, and Mineral all leave the kitchen.)

Tamer: Just when I wasn't sure I had enough reason to have something to
drink, they convince me. (Tamer takes out a can of beer and commences
drinking.)

(Scene fades. A picture f Eco-System regaining the tag titles is shown. This
fades into.)

(The scene opens in the kitchen. The camera pans pass the microwave. The
clock shows 3:10 AM. Tamer is alone rummaging through the fridge. Tamer is
just in his boxers. Tamer pulls out some stuff for a sandwich. Tamer lays
the stuff on the island and starts to make himself a sandwich. Inferno walks
in and turns on a light. )

Tamer: Who the-

Inferno: Just me man, good ole’ Inferno.

Tamer: What are you doing up?

Inferno: Can’t sleep. The excitement of regaining my title is still with me.

Tamer: That’s great man.

(Tamer sighs. Inferno walks over and puts his hands on Tamer’s shoulders.)

Inferno: Hey man. I know how it is when you lose in a title match. But
you’ll get that belt someday. Of course it has to be disappointing to just
lose title match, after title match. But you’re a great wrestler. You’ve
just choked a few times. You know losses come. Unfortunately for you the
come when you’re in a title match. But I can teach you how too handle the
pressure of a high caliber match. Soon enough you’ll win those title
matches, Even if it takes you months on end.

Tamer: Inferno. It’s three AM in the morning. I am not in the mood for you
to be telling me about my recent failure in title matches. I got a lot more
on my mind. So if you don’t mind…

Inferno: What are trying to say?

Tamer: I’m saying get you hands off me MAN!

(Inferno jumps back releasing his hands.)

Inferno: So should I?

Tamer: Go? Yes!

Inferno: Look man I’m just trying to help.

Tamer: You failed. Go! Now!

Inferno: Yeah. You know man I was just…

Tamer: Just Go!

(Inferno walks out and the scene fades. A Picture of Prime Time is shown.
That fades into.)

(The scene opens outside the house. Someone is at the front door. The
unidentified person rings the door bell. The camera zooms in closer to
reveal the person as Ignition. The door open and Wren the chimp is standing
on the other side.)

Wren: OOOHH.

Ignition: Hey, Who are you? Inferno’s and Aquatic’s kid?

Wren: AHH.

Ignition: Where’s Tamer at? I know he is here, his car is in the drive way.

Wren: Ehh-OOH.

Ignition: What? Come in you say? Well you don’t gotta ask me twice.

(Wren claps her hands and points to a couch. Ignition nods his head and
walks inside. Wren closes the door and goes running off. Ignition sits down
on the couch.)

Ignition: Nice looking place. . .

(Tamer walks in the room with Wren pulling on his arm. Ignition stands when
he sees Tamer. Tamer leans down and whispers something to Wren. Wren walks
off.)

Tamer: What are you doing here man?

Ignition: Settle down my man, I just came here to talk.

Tamer: About what?

Ignition: Well, I am not going to say I am sorry or anything, but I have
dissed ya pretty hard man. I was with this woman the other night, she had
quite a booty by the way, but she pointed something out to me.

Tamer: What? Thirty-seconds shouldn’t be a personal best?

Ignition: That’s cold man. Look would you just hear me out. Anyway I thought
about what she said. Tamer, I gotta give ya some credit man. You’re the only
guy in this fed willing to step up to the plate for the US title. You’re the
only guy that giving me any competition. I am talking competition like that
match on Monday. Damn man, incredible. So I just wanted to offer my
friendship after it all. You down with that?

Tamer: So you’re hereto make amends?

Ignition: Well that and that big @$$ garage I seen on the way into, and the
game room I heard some of the guys talking about.

(Tamer laughs)

Tamer: Okay. You know what I respect that.

(Tamer extends his hand)

Ignition: No tricks now.

(Ignition reaches out and shakes Tamer’s hand. They shake hands and then
both make a clean break)

Ignition: So the Best Young Gun and Tames are cool right?

Tamer: Yeah.

Ignition: Awesome. So what you say we solidify this by you getting us some
cold ones, and you show me that garage of yours.

Tamer: Alright.

(The scene fades. The words “This has been another presentation of Prime
Time: The House, when people stop wrestling and start going Prime Time!”)

FADE

*Earlier Today*

(Cameras go live outside of the Riverside Centroplex 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.)

White Lightning: Hey, Kev, we got a huge match tonight!

Kev: I know, we gotta show those losers how it feels to get beat, bWo style!

White Lightning: And show those "so-called" legends, that we are true legends of our own time!

Kev: Once we win and move onto the Bedlam Bowl, we all know that you will be the 2004 Bedlam Bowl Winner!

White Lightning: And that is just TOOOO SWEEEEEEET!!!

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

(Kurt Dangle is stretching as he prepares for his match. Kevin Kellie comes up to him.)

KURT: That's right, Kevin! You know I'm really getting tired of all these whiners and quitters here in the BMWF! You know, there was a time when I was able to run everybody out of the BMWF whether it be by breaking their neck or them just being scared of me and running away! Now, we have people getting BMWF contracts, then never even stepping foot in a BMWF ring! Like that Pinko commie guy! Then there are those who run off after a week or two because they're afraid of Kurt Dangle! Then there's those guys that cry like babies when they can't have their own way!

KURT: That's right! I invented crying! I even invented sucking! It's true! But I don't suck as much as all of those sissies and that my hermaphrodite friend...is true! (Kurt leaves for the ring...)

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

At a total combined weight of 435 pounds...
Latino Heat... Ultimate Guerrero... LOS GUERREROS

PA: Viva la raza!

(Los Guerreros’ music kicks up and the fans begin to cheer. From the side of the entranceway, the cousins come riding out in a Chevy Impala. Latino Heat is in the driver’s seat. He takes the car around the corner and pulls it down to the base of the ring. He stops the car and looks to the crowd. Ultimate sits up on the door with the window rolled down and raises his hands in the air. Latino Heat drops the car down and begins to jump the car up and down and from side to side. The crowd cheers as the lowrider does it magic. Heat stops the car and the two men hop out of the car. They slide into the ring and head to opposite corners. Ultimate Guerrero climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises both hands in the air. Latino heat is on the other side of the ring with both of his hands extended out to his sides. He pounds his chest with a smile as he drops back down to the mat. Ultimate is handed the microphone as the two men meet in the middle of the ring.)

Ultimate: Los Guerreros… are back!

Latino Heat: And like my cousin said, it’s time to start focusin’ on the tag scene. I’m puttin’ my personal desires behind me and I’m keepin’ track of what’s best for me and my family. This kid showed me the right path. And I’m gonna reward him for it with our second run as champs.

Ultimate: Dangle and Dozer… prepare for a battle. Because we cannot… lose… right now.

Latino Heat: I’m so pumped up form this match, I feel like there isn’t much that can be said. But I do know one thing. To the bWo, I say this one thing. If ya’ can’t stand this Heat… then stay out of the kitchen… because essas… ya’ will get burned

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

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Latino Heat hits Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle punches Latino Heat.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle hits Latino Heat.
Kurt Dangle nails Latino Heat with a single-leg takedown.
Dozer Phillips enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips hit Latino Heat with a double back suplex.
Ultimate Guerrero enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips whip Latino Heat into the ropes.
They hit Latino Heat with a double backdrop.
Dozer Phillips goes for a short clothesline, but Latino Heat counters it with
a hiptoss.
In turn, Dozer Phillips counters it with a facerake.
Kurt Dangle goes for a backslide, but Latino Heat counters it with
a backward kick.
Latino Heat is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Latino Heat takes Kurt Dangle down with a snap suplex.
Latino Heat whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Latino Heat with a kick.
Dozer Phillips enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Ultimate Guerrero enters the ring and throws Dozer Phillips out of the ring.
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
Latino Heat and Ultimate Guerrero whip Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Kurt Dangle with a double kick to the midsection, but he
counters it with a double clothesline.
Ultimate Guerrero enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips whip Latino Heat into the ropes.
They hit Latino Heat with a double kick to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero leaves the ring.
Kurt Dangle goes for a back suplex, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat tags out to Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips enters the ring and throws Latino Heat out of the ring.
A few fans are booing Dozer Phillips, while a few others are cheering him.
Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips hit Ultimate Guerrero with a double
vertical suplex.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Kurt Dangle takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a double underhook suplex.
Kurt Dangle gets an armbar submission on Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ultimate Guerrero breaks the hold after 5 seconds.
Ultimate Guerrero uses an elbowsmash on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero uses an elbowsmash on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a slap, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle goes for a neck snap, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle goes for a clothesline, but Ultimate Guerrero counters it with
a hiptoss.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a spinebuster slam, but Kurt Dangle counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Kurt Dangle and a few others cheering
him.
Kurt Dangle whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle and Ultimate Guerrero get hit with a double clothesline.
Kurt Dangle hits Ultimate Guerrero.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero chops Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle punches Ultimate Guerrero.
Kurt Dangle is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Ultimate Guerrero kicks Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is behind Ultimate Guerrero all the way.
Ultimate Guerrero whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes, but Kurt Dangle reverses it.
Kurt Dangle hits a dropkick on Ultimate Guerrero.

Kurt Dangle comes from behind Ultimate Guerrero.

Dangle goes for a Dangle Slam, but Ultimate rolls off of his back.

Ultimate Guerrero locks Dangle and hits him with a German suplex.

Ultimate lifts Dangle up by the head for a DDT and tags Latino Heat in.

Ultimate catapults himself off of the ropes and hits a Tornado DDT.

As Latino Heat enters the ring, Dozer Phillips runs in the ring.

Dozer nails Ultimate from behind with an axehandle chop to the back.

Ultimate falls to the mat.

Latino Heat comes from behind Dozer and dropkicks him to the outside.

Latino Heat heads to the top rope and looks down at Dangle on the mat.

Latino heat comes crashing down with a Frog Splash, but onto Ultimate Guerrero.

The crowd begins to boo Latino Heat as he gets off of his cousin with a sick smile.

He rolls to the outside and watches on as Dangle rolls over and covers Ultimate.

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Kurt Dangle and a few others cheering
him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are The bWo!

(As the match ends, Dozer and Dangle clear out of the ring celebrating their victory as Latino Heat grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring. He stands over Ultimate with a look of anger on his face as he begins practically shouting into the mic.)

Latino Heat: I got a lot to say and this is my first chance to say it. It’s been weeks that I’ve been waitin’ to get this out and this was my best chance. Too many people in that back area and in life have been tryin’ to hold me down. One of those people is layin’ in this ring right now. Ultimate Guerrero has been a cancer to me. Think about all the losses he has cost me. Every time me and him are in the ring together, it seems like he’s either getting’ his shoulders pinned to the mat or he’s nowhere to be seen as I’m gettin’ jumped by a bunch of guys. I tried to help this kid. I tried to take him to a new level. But he couldn’t cut it. He couldn’t step his game up to my level. He kept tryin’ to pull me back into this team thing. He kept tryin’ to drag me back down. But from now on, I won’t let him. So I hope he’s getting’ the message.

(Heat drops the mic for a moment as he pulls Ultimate up off of the ground and throws him to the outside as the fans continue to boo him. He picks the mic back up.)

Latino Heat: I’m sick of this kid tryin’ to tell me what a Guerrero would do. I’ve worked so hard for the past couple of years tryin’ to get away from the Guerrero name. But maybe none of you have realized that just yet. There’s a reason I don’t go by Freddie Guerrero no more. There’s a reason they call me Latino Heat. There’s a reason I’m back on the road with the BMWF and not down in Mexico. And there’s a reason I’m from El Paso and not the streets with the rest of the Guerrero family. I’m not street trash anymore. I’m Latino Heat. I’m a ladies man. I’m a champion. I’m not just some common wrestler out of a big named wrestling family. I’m not just another product out of the family name. I’m my own man. I’m an individual. I’m a superstar. My name is no longer Guerrero. My name is Latino Heat. And remember that.

(He runs his hand through his hair as he begins to strut around the ring, listening as the crowd continues to boo him.)

Latino Heat: But there’s one more person that has been tryin’ to hold me down since I’ve been back. There’s one more person who can’t stand to watch me be the man. And that man is Scotty Scott. Look at him. Did you see the way he tried to interject himself with me and Ultimate earlier? Did you see the way he tried to ride in like the knight in shining armor to save the family? Scotty Scott ain’t no nice guy. He’s a punk. He just wanted me to go back to the tag division so that I’d be out of his way. And that’s the way that Scotty does things. He takes people that can challenge his popularity and his success and he’s put them beneath them. It took me awhile to realize that. But look at what’s he done to me. As he ran off doing whatever he had to do, he left me in charge of a rag tag Union. He left me in charge of guys that didn’t need help. He told me to keep track of people who didn’t want to listen. He sabotaged me. But then he comes back, with his whole mystery, and he gets the main event out of the blue while The Union worked so hard to be big time and got stuck opening the show against nobodies. Scotty held us down without even being there. And then he came back and he pushed us down further.

But the story continues because Scotty Scott did all of that, and then he vanished again. He took back the control from me and he told me to take a back seat. If ya think I liked that, ya’ must be kiddin’ yourself. No thanks and no appreciation from the man after I saved his little group. How much have you all heard about The Union lately? Not much, because Scotty Scott burned his own creation to the ground by takin’ me out of the picture. He’s tried to make things right recently. He tried to make peace between me and Ultimate. But all he did was show me the error of my ways for joining up with him and listenin’ to his words. Scotty ain’t out for anyone but Scotty. And from now on, Heat is only out for Latino Heat. I spit on Scotty Scott, and I spit on The Union, just like I spit on the Guerrero name. And if Scotty has a problem with that and he can’t stand the Heat I’m bringin’, then he can either step up to the plate and tell me somethin’ different… or he can step out of the kitchen and show the world the way it truly is. Scotty Scott is nothing. The Heat is back. And that’s all there is to say. And Scotty, if ya got a problem, then bring it, but ya’ will get burned.

(He drops the mic and rolls out of the ring as his music sounds up again. He heads to the back but the fans continue to boo him.)

JR: I am receiving word that Michael Bole is standing backstage with Scotty Scott.

King: Oh great.

(Michael Bole is standing with Scotty Scott at a water c