Date : 01/17/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Mid South Coliseum Memphis Tennessee

(The show opens inside the Mid South Coliseum Memphis Tennessee. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out BMWF Arena Adrian MI! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are only one week removed from our BMWF Awards show where Lowedown walked away with seven Blammy awards!

KING: Yeah, but at least we didn't have to listen that lousy Jericho and Fuzzy sing several times due to quitters and no-shows!

JR: Well, I hear that 3 people have no-showed and Fuzzy will be here again tonight!

KING: YAHHHHHH!

JR: And one of them has no-showed for the second week in a row and Jericho will sing twice for him!

KING: YAHHHH!

JR: Calm down, King! I was just kidding! Jericho only sings to quitters.

KING: Whew!

JR: N-Stink sings to the no-showers!

KING: YAAAAHHHHH!

(Lowedown is seen making his way into the arena along with Flame and Dozer as he still is using crutches to get around the building.Flame is seen carrying a steel briefcase as the camera zooms in on it and sees that it says, "Awards". Lowedown looks around the parking lot as Michael Bole is seen making his way over to greet the trio. Lowedown looks over at Bole before as he is getting to start an interview. Lowedown raises his hand and stops an inch away from the face of Michael Bole and then slowly takes off his cowboy hat...)

Bole:Tonight, you are stepping into the ring with your half brother...

(Lowedown stops him once again and then leans in to speak...)

Lowedown:Aren't you forgetting to do something Michael?

Bole:Um...I'm not sure what you mean. Congratulate you for...OH! Congratulate you for winning a great deal of Blammy Awards last week!

Lowedown:Not the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes are ya Bole.

(Lowedown puts Michael Bole in a headlock and pretends to "noogie" him, but quickly releases him...)

Lowedown:I'm just kidding ya Michael. In this case here are eight Blammy awards. My wife here won the Manager of the year award...

(Flame interjects...)

Flame:Which I so rightly deserved thank you.

Lowedown:Indeed you did. And the other seven...did I say seven michael? I won seven Blammy awards last week and you know what Bole? I deserved each one of them. Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Last week, I won Blammy awards for the Most Popular, Wrestler of the Year, Best Finisher, Best in ring promos, Feud and Match of the Year, and the biggest one of them all...the Dick the Bruiser Award! I think I got more skills than ever Bole! I actually feel pretty good right now.

Bole:I hate to say this, but three of those awards have you tied with Master Z.

Flame:And he had to go and say that.

(Lowedown's smile suddenly goes cold as he places his hand on his chin and then looks back over at Michael Bole...)

Lowedown:You know something Bole? It's bad enough I'm being forced to sit in that very ring and talk to a d@mn shrink thanks to Stone Cold! Now you come in and try to bring down all my Blammy Awards? What is your problem?

(Michael Bole takes a step back as he tries to change the subject...)

Bole:Um...um...I didn't mean to offend you. I know you deserve each and every one of those awards and...

Lowedown:You're d@mn right I deserve each one of those awards! I busted my @$$ to earn those awards! Just like I deserve to be the next World Heavyweight champion! After I handle Ash here tonight, I will be watching that main event closer than anyone else in the building and wait for the right moment to pounce!

Bole:But what about the fact that you and Ash will be facing each other tonight in a qualifying match up for the Bedlam Bowl? Don't you find it just a bit difficult to face your own brother?

Lowedown:(Smiles for a moment...)Do I find it difficult to face my half brother you mean? No. I don't find it difficult at all. I am going to walk into the ring here tonight and whip Ash's @$$ just like it was anyone else in that ring against me! Ash knows what he's getting into. Remember, he stabbed me in the forearm a while back remember?

Bole:Don't remind me. I still have that etched in my brain.

Lowedown:Look here Bole. There's the scar right there. Looks almost like the letter Z huh? Kind of BLEEPS me off now that I look at it!

Bole:Wait a second. I didn't say anything about that...

Lowedown:I know you didn't. I was just messing with ya. You've got to lighten up a bit.

Flame:Maybe Michael Bole should be on that shrink's couch instead of you? He seems a bit high strung.

Dozer:He does seem on edge doesn't he?

Lowedown:Look Michael. Tonight, I am going to walk into that very ring and beat down my flesh and blood in order to secure my spot in the Bedlam Bowl. And then, I'm going on to win the World title from the fluke himself! That is the Lowedown on that!

(As Lowedown is about to speak, a young woman walks up and stops the interview...)

Woman:Excuse me. I'm sorry for interrupting your interview, but I am here on behalf of Dr.Peters.

Flame:Who is Dr.Peters?

Woman:He is the psychiatrist who will be doing the interview in the ring here tonight. I am his assistant at the office. My name is Rebecca Helms.

Lowedown:Well, I guess it's nice to meet ya. So, when are we going to do this whole bullbleep gig?

Rebecca:Anytime that you are comfortable Lowedown. Just give us a page and we will have the ring set up in a matter of minutes.

Flame:I still don't see why we even need to do this! This is a bunch of garbage!

(From the background, you hear the opening of a can and then someone clearing their throat...)

SCB:EH-EH-EH-HEM! I'll tell ya we are doing this! Two weeks ago, your husband assaulted a jobber!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Smacked him!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Flipped him!

Crowd:WHAT?!?

SCB:Rubbed it...oops! Sorry! Almost started singing an 80's crap song! Allow me to remind your sorry @$$ againthat if ya don't go through with the shrink, you're suspended and I'll give ya a stunner just for not listening to me!

Lowedown:Look Bruiser, I said I was see the shrink and I will say what I have to say to the quack! As for that stunner, why don't you just give me a raincheck on that one.

(Lowedown slowly begins to turn around and walk away when he is stopped by Stone Cold once more. Lowedown turns back and gets nose to nose with him...)

SCB:I'm telling ya Lowe! Ya swerve on this brain check up and you're suspended! I'll be watching back here in my newly remodeled office that you paid for.

(Lowedown looks over at Flame and then pulls out a bill from his pocket...)

Lowedown:So this is the bill for your new office? Let me ask you a quick question.

SCB:What?

Lowedown:What in the hell do you need eight pink flamigos for your office?

SCB:Color ya jackass! Now get outta my face!

(Lowedown looks back over at Flame and Dozer as they walk away from Stone Cold...)

JR:Lowedown has a date with the shrink sometime tonight!

King:I wouldn't mind letting that shrink's assistant pick my brain! She had some very smart PUPPIES! WOO-HOO!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Hailing from Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ravven

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 409 pounds...

Joe Gomer

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ravven locks Joe Gomer in a front facelock.
Joe Gomer manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Ravven whips Joe Gomer into the ropes.
Joe Gomer almost takes Ravven's head off with a flying clothesline
Joe Gomer goes for a facebite, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven hits a kick to the midsection on Joe Gomer.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Joe Gomer.
A portion of the crowd is booing Ravven.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
A portion of the crowd is booing Ravven.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty goes to walk into the Syndicate locker room when he is met by Donnie MacPhearson.)

Donnie: Hey, Scotty. The boys are restless tonight.

Scotty: Good... I want them ta be ready for anythin'.

(Scotty walks in. Ash is looking cool and collected about the night's event. Judge and Witherspoon are looking like they are ready to destroy the first thing that moves. Scotty walks over to Ash.)

Scotty: Ya got yer head right tanight?

Ash: Yeah, I'll work on my brother and what is meant to happen will happen. I got alot of preparation to do, but I can get it set by go time.

Scotty: As long as yer mind is right... I'm cool wit it.

(Spoon and Judge make their way over.)

Witherspoon: Hey Scotty, are you ready to whoop Z's @$$?

Judge:Scotty, you have only won one match against Master Z in your entire career.

Scotty: Past is the past... I got one win ova Z and we all know that... Tanight... I feel somethin' special just might happen...

Judge: Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry made a big mistake when they started messing with you Scotty, and that mistake is getting into the paths of Witherspoon and I! Those two clowns thought it would be funny to try to get revenge on you by attacking us from behind...well we'll see who's laughing tonight!

Witherspoon: I can't wait to rip Shane and Harry a couple of new ones. It's payback time.

Donnie: You ever see sharks during a feeding frenzy? That's what this feels like.

Scotty: That is just what I want... I want ta see these guys ready for blood...

Donnie: Oh, they're ready.

Judge: Tonight I'm going to see blood in my hands, and it won't be my own!

(Scotty pulls Donnie over to the side.)

Scotty: Ya bring what I told ya ta?

Donnie: Yeah, I got it all. But... are you sure this is going to work? I don't want it to backfire or anything.

Scotty: That is why we are going to work on that before muh match.

(A jellyfish floats across the Bruisertron slowly as "Numb" By Linkin Park blares from the speakers. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Samantha Gretch walks out onto the stage. She puts her fist into her hand and bows to the crowd who boos louder. She walks down to the ring and jumps onto the apron, and steps between the ropes. She pulls a mic from the back of her tights.)

Samantha Gretch: I realize that I have been very quiet since my coming here. I was really just sounding everyone out, and I've come up with this. Judge Moody is a fat old *bleep!*, Jacklyn J is a two bit *bleep* Who talks *bleep*, Dizi is some worthless ditz who cares more about crawling all over her "man" then wrestling, and Alexis Terrion is only a canidate for the Women's title, because she slept her way there.

*The crowd has mixed ractions to this, depending who she is talking about*

Samantha: And you people are undisciplined lazy slobs who have never had to work hard at anything worthwhile!

*The crowd boo's loudly*

KING: Why is Samantha RPing out of BMWF format?

Samantha: Shut up! You people bore me! It BLEEP me off that you stupid pigs continue to live while great people die!

*The crowd continues to boo*

Samantha: Now, another thing I've noticed are these stupid eight person tag matches. Like damn near everyday. Surely people have to be getting bored of that? Let's have more single matches, how about that? Whatever. I gotta fight with these losers and theirs nothing I can do about it. Oh, and if I forgot to mention you, it's because you aren't worth my time.

(Samantha drops the mic and rolls from the ring as the crowd boos her. She walks up the ramp and gets onto the stage. She stops and shakes her hips, causing the crowd to boo her even loudly. She turns around and raises her right hand into the air, flipping the crowd off before going backstage.)

>>>

(The scene opens in the parking lot where we see a 2005 Silver Mustang GT zip into the lot. The car swerves around narrowly missing several cars. It finally slides and stops right before hitting the curb. The passenger door opens revealing the beautiful black leather interior as Tamer falls out onto the pavement and kisses the curb.)

Tamer: GROUND!!

(Tamer looks around and stands up dusting himself off.)

Tamer: I mean uh. That was interesting…

(The driver's side door opens and Dizi tumbles out.)

Dizi: That was soooo cool!! I love my car!!

(The Mustang, engine still on and, apparently, not in park, starts to roll across the parking lot. Tamer runs to the other side and slips in the drivers seat and puts the car in park. Tamer gets out and grabs Dizi.)

Tamer: We start driving lessons tomorrow…

Dizi: Really?? I've never had a driving lesson! Where are we? You think the concession stand is open?

(Tamer shakes his head and smiles then gives Dizi a deep Kiss.)

Tamer: I love you…

Dizi: I love you, too! Do you think there's any popcorn, because I'm feeling kinda salty. Did Sugar look sad when we left? I hope she's okay. I wonder if Donnie's here yet. I haven't seen him much lately.

Tamer: He's probably around. We'll get you popcorn, drop our stuff off in the locker room, and then you can go say hi to Donnie. Oh and why does it always seem Sugar seems happy to see me leave until she realizes you're coming with me?

Dizi: Okay! She's probably just feeling left out. (starts bouncing lightly) I kind of thought Lost had an ick factor last Wednesday. And do I get to drive to the hotel tonight? Mom spoils her, though.

Tamer: I'll drive! Um.. So lets head for the locker room.

(Tamer stands in front of Dizi.)

Tamer: Hop on…

(Dizi jumps onto Tamer wrapping her legs around his waist and putting her arms lightly around his neck.)

Dizi: Breakfast was good. I love chocolate chip pancakes. You know what we should try? Sky diving. That sounds like fun.

Tamer: You're going to be the death of me…

(Dizi kisses Tamer on the cheek.)

Dizi: Nah. You can take it! Did you see the Price Is Right this morning? Some girl won two cars! But neither one is as pretty as mine. Or as fast. Mine's really fast. Hey, did you get my gear?

(Tamer walks to the trunk of the car with Dizi on his back, opens the trunk and pulls out all the bags. Tamer shuts the trunk and lifts the bags up. Tamer walks to the locker room area carrying all the bags and Dizi as we FADE.)

>>>

(The scene opens showing Alexis Terrion zipping up her catsuit. Alexis turns
and looks at the camera shaking her head.)

Alexis: Another night of tag competition. How I despise it. I came here for
competition. To me competition is depending on oneself, not other. Yet here
I am again preparing for a tag team encounter.

(Alexis rolls her eyes.)

Alexis: As long as the other girls stay out of my way, I am sure I can lead
us into a victory. But I refuse to enter this Tag Team title tournament. I
have no time for it. Of course I would win if I entered, no one-person
partner or opponent can hinder me.  I just have no interest in the whole
affair. I am set on one thing. And that is completing the Women's title
tournament and walking away champion.

(Alexis tosses her hair.)

Alexis: I am only one step away from proving my superiority. I mean just
look at what I have done thus far. I am undefeated and unmatched. I have
descended on your ranks with swiftness and simplicity. And although I
despise them, tonight my team will win that match. Or to be more accurate I
will win this match.

(Alexis walks off as we fade.)

>>>

(The camera cuts to the backstage area where Cheri Runnels is standing outside the Prime Time Locker Room with Dizi MacPhearson. Cheri takes a deep breath and smiles at the camera.)

Cheri: Well, I'm backstage and we're going to try for an interview with Dizi MacPhearson. (smiles at Dizi) So, Dizi.

Dizi: Hi!

Cheri: Hi. And how do you feel about tonight's match?

Dizi: Which one?

Cheri: How many are there?

Dizi: Well, Tamer has a match against some Irish guy... and Ezekiel and Kolic are supposed to fight. Which sort of sucks.

Cheri: Yes.

Dizi: I think they'll be okay, though... may the better man get the worm and all that.

Cheri: What?

Dizi: What?

Cheri: You just.... (rolls her eyes) Why do they keep making me interview you?

Dizi: They who?

Cheri: They! They! Just... They!

Dizi: Oh, them. I don't know. Are they the same they that everyone always talks about?

Cheri: I suppose so...

Dizi: If you find out who they are, let me know... I want to have a talk with them.

(Cheri sighs and seems to give up to the inevitable.)

Cheri: Okay. Will do.

Dizi: You know what I'd really like right now?

Cheri: I have no clue.

Dizi: Popcorn.

Cheri: Of course.

Dizi: I'm going to go get some now.

(Cheri takes a deep breath and tries one last time.)

Cheri: How about if I ask one question before you go and you try your very best to answer it.

Dizi: Okay!

Cheri: How do you feel about your match tonight?

Dizi: I don't know, who am I fighting?

Cheri: (sighs in exasperation) You've got to be joking.

Dizi: Oh! You want to hear a joke?

Cheri: (sighs) Sure. Why not?

Dizi: Okay. So, two cannibals are having dinner. They're eating a clown.

Cheri: Mm-hmm.

Dizi: And one cannibal says to the other, "Does this taste funny to you?"

(Cheri is startled into laughter.)

Dizi: Okay! I'm going to get some popcorn now!!

(Dizi turns and wanders off.)

Cheri: (still smiling) And there you have it. One more interview with Dizi MacPhearson.

FADE

(The camera cuts backstage to Dizi and Aquatic, sitting on chairs, eating popcorn and chatting. The two women stop talking when they notice Fifi walk by.)

Dizi: I hate her.

Aquatic: Who? Fifi?

Dizi: Is that her name?

Aquatic: Yeah.

Dizi: (snickers) Fifi.

Aquatic: Stupid name.

Dizi: Isn't that what French guys name their poodles?

Aquatic: Well, she is a female dog.

Dizi: You know, she jumped me a couple weeks ago.

Aquatic: You know, she was mean to me and made me get her coffee!

Dizi: I hate her!

Aquatic: Me, too!

Dizi: Me, too, too!

Aquatic: Someone should jump her and teach her a lesson!

Dizi: We should jump her and teach her a lesson!

Aquatic: We should!!

Dizi: We will!! When?

Aquatic: Right now! C'mon.

(Aquatic heads after Fifi; Dizi trails along behind her.)

Dizi: Where are we going?

Aquatic: To jump Fifi and teach her a lesson!

(They head down the hall after Fifi. Aquatic and Dizi round the corner and Fifi starts to turn towards them.)

Dizi: Hiya!

(Aquatic delivers a kick to Fifi's midsection doubling her over.)

Aquatic: How ya doing?

(Dizi clubs Fifi across the back with clasped hands, dropping Fifi to her knees.)

Dizi: Just so you know... Aquatic isn't your little coffee girl or whatever.

(Aquatic knees Fifi in the face and Fifi collapses to the floor.)

Aquatic: And you don't get away with jumping Dizi.

(Dizi kicks Fifi a couple of more times.)

Dizi: And Mimi is a stupid name.

(Aquatic kicks Fifi a couple of more times.)

Aquatic: Fifi.

Dizi: Yeah, whatever.

(Aquatic and Dizi look at Fifi lying on the floor for a moment, then look at each other.)

Dizi: That was fun!

Aquatic: Yeah! What do you want to do now?

Dizi: We could jump someone else! Or get some M&Ms to go with our popcorn!

Aquatic: M&Ms and popcorn?

Dizi: Yeah! It's good!

Aquatic: Okay!

(Aquatic and Dizi wander off to find a concession stand.)

FADE

>>>

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

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

PA: And he said someday I hope you get the chance...to live like you were dying....

("Live Like You Were Dying" plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out, adorned with a "Howard Dean For America" cap. She puts the cap on the head of a small, female child, and then runs to the ring, sliding in. She walks over to the tech crew and takes a microphone.)

Aquatic: BUENOS NOCHE, SENORS Y SENORITAS! ¿COMO ESTAS? (The crowd responds with a tepid-to-exuberant reaction.) Asi, asi, eh? That's cool. I can't expect you guys to be happy all the time like me. In fact, I have a little bit of a mental condition known as "exuberance".

(Aquatic has a book slid in under the ropes-Psychology, Mental Conditons, and How To Properly Cook Scallops.)

Aquatic: I looked it up over the weekend. Both presidential Roosevelts, as well as James Watson and Francis Crick, had it. It's the inability to stay sad for any length of time. I somehow contracted it to a degree, as an odd after-effect of years of depression. Danielle has it full-blown. Interesting, huh? I'm thinking of doing a science update every week, as an information boost to all you wrestling fans. What do you think?

(The crowd boos loudly. Aquatic tries to get a word out, but cannot. She finally rips the page out of the book, and the crowd cheers.)

Aquatic: You're all so easy to placate.

(Aquatic hands the microphone back.)

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

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

King: JR! Have I said Puppies look good in Red!?!?

JR: This girl has no understanding of teamwork.

King: But she understands winning.

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

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

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

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

Moody: Next week on Bedlam, there is going to be a Women's Tag Team Title tournament. Well, I figure since the second best thing to having the BMWF Women's title, which I can't seem to win right now, would be to have the Tag Team titles. But then I thought, the BMWF ladies are too stupid to recognize talent and no one would want to be on my team. Well tonight I'm going to open a challenge to anyone on the BMWF Women's roster who wants an automatic win of the BMWF Women's Tag Team tournament and would be my partner...you know how to reach me. See, I'd rather enter the tournament and just win it by myself, but BMWF Management won't let me do that.

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight I'm going to win this little three on three match and then the BMWF Women's Tag titles are as good as mine, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody takes off her judge robe and waits for her partners and opponents.)

LILLY: Their partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

("Come Out and Play" plays as Francine comes to the ring.)

LILLY: Their opponents...

From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. A few fans start chanting, "Match Time, Dizi!" The chant picks up until about the song is almost through. Dizi appears at the top of the ramp and the chant turns into a huge crowd pop. She is wearing her ring attire, a pair of black shorts with purple scroll work down the left side, a neon purple midriff baring top, that leaves her right arm and shoulder bare, but has a long left sleeve with black scroll work down it. Black wrestling boots and black knee pads. No elbow pads, but her wrists are taped with black tape. Over this she is wearing her black and purple Prime Time jacket.)

(Dizi starts to wander down the ramp towards the ring, when gold and purple fireworks start to shoot off at the top of the ramp. Dizi spins around, watching the pyro display with a huge smile on her face.)

King: Oh, no, they've given her pyro!

JR: I don't know, King, I think she deserves it.

King: Maybe, but she may never make it to the ring!

(After the fireworks die down, a few fans get her attention and she goes over to hug them and chat. The fans manage to direct her towards the ring. This repeats until Dizi finally reaches the ring.)

JR: See, King, she made it to the ring.

King: Thanks to the fans! If it hadn't been for them, she'd probably have wandered out of the arena by now.

JR: She does seem a little distracted without her brother at her side.

King: I hope her partners in the match are ready to deal with her.

(Dizi slides in under the bottom rope, then jumps to her feet and amuses herself waving to the audience, the referee, the time keeper and the cameramen while waiting for the match to start.)

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

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

(A jellyfish floats slowly across the screen as "Numb" By Linkin Park blares from the speakers. The crowd boo's loudly as Samantha Gretch walks out onto the stage. She puts her fist into her hand and bows toward the ring. Samantha straightens and tucks her red hair behind her ears before walking down to the ring. She jumps onto the ring and steps between the ropes. She hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle and shakes her hips, causing the crowd to boo even louder. She hops down and walks over to her corner.)

JR: Samantha Gretch getting no respect from the crowds.

King: I don't care! She's hot! PUPPIES!

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

JR: OK, we're ready for this match to...

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

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

KING: Here comes Kurt Dangle again!

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

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

(Then he continues to ringside.)

KING: He's coming over here!

(Kurt puts on a headset and sits down. The music dies off.)

KING: Well, Kurt, what a pleasure it is to have you out here with us!

KURT: Thank you, King! It's my pleasure!

JR: So, why are you out here, Kurt? I thought you were fired!

KURT: First of all, JR, it's "Commissioner Dangle" to you!

JR: Commissioner? But you were fired!

KURT: No, I'm just the Women's Division Commissioner! It's true!

KING: Wow! What a great job being around all those puppies all the time!

KURT: Well, actually there are a lot of pasties going on out there, King, if you catch my drift!

KING: YAHHH!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Aquatic and Athena are staring each other down. There's a lot of history between these two.

Athena locks up with Aquatic, and Aquatic falls back, monkey-flipping Athena.
Athena lands on her back, and Aquatic mounts her with punches.
Dizi waves to Aquatic, and Aquatic waves back.

King: THEY"RE WAVING! WHY ARE THEY WAVING?

(Athena stands up, picking up Aquatic for a powerbomb. Aquatic flips Athena off with a Wave Curl Hurricarana. Athena rolls out of the ring.)

JR: Athena's outside the ring! She could get counted out.

KING: But why were Dizi and Aquatic waving?

KURT: Because they are a couple of bimbos! Twin dipsticks!

KING: HA HA!

JR: Dizi walks inside the ring toward Aquatic, and the referee moves to seperate them.
They don't notice though, and Aquatic begins to braid Dizi's hair.
Athena slides back in the ring, however, and the match starts again.

KURT: See, King! This is why the Women's Division is worthless! We've got a couple of chicks braiding their hair like little schoolgirls.

JR: Tags have been made.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Francine enters the ring and lays out Jacklyne J..
Alexis Terrion and Francine hit Athena Hashi with a double flying axhandle.
Francine leaves the ring.
Alexis Terrion hits Athena Hashi with a dragon screw leg whip.
Alexis Terrion motions at her body and stands still for the crowd to admire her.
Alexis Terrion is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Alexis Terrion uses an Asai moonsault bodyblock on Athena Hashi.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Alexis Terrion whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Athena Hashi hits Alexis Terrion with a clothesline.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Athena Hashi and Jacklyne J. whip Alexis Terrion into the ropes.
They hit Alexis Terrion with a double elbowsmash.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Athena Hashi goes for a moonsault, but Alexis Terrion gets her knees up.

J. J.  tags in

Alexis hits a cresent kick

King: I love Alexis!

JR: Athena runs in the ring

Alexis shoves her into the corner

Alexis follows in with a back flip kick

What an amazing move!

King: Her puppies do tricks! Like back flips! HAHA

KURT: Well, my monitor is out and I can't see them!

JR: Samantha has also entered illegally

Alexis sweeps Samantha

Oh now Dizi is in coming up behind Alexis

King: Puppies are filling the ring!

JR: Alexis goes for a back heel kick on Dizi

Dizi catches her leg

Alexis turns to face Dizi

Alexis hits an Enziguri taking Dizi down

Alexis is rolling her eyes at her opposition!

King: I love her!

JR: Alexis and Athena are in there!
Athena Hashi hits Alexis Terrion with an arm bar.
Athena Hashi whips Alexis Terrion into the ropes, but Alexis Terrion
reverses it.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Alexis Terrion and Athena Hashi get hit with a double clothesline.
Alexis Terrion executes a back heel kick on Athena Hashi.
Alexis Terrion tags out to Francine.
Francine and Alexis Terrion whip Athena Hashi into the ropes.
They hit Athena Hashi with a double fist to the midsection.
Alexis Terrion leaves the ring.
Francine hits Athena Hashi with a kick to the midsection.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Francine kicks Athena Hashi.
The crowd is vociferously booing Francine.
Athena Hashi punches Francine.
A few fans are cheering on Athena Hashi.

Tags are made!

JR: Samantha hits Aquatic with a Creasent kick.
Samantha tosses Aquatic with an arm drag
Samantha locks Aquatic with an arm bar
Aquatic screams in pain
Aquatic tries to reach the ropes
Samantha tightens the hold
The ref checks on Aquatic
The ref asks Aquatic if she wants to quit
Aquatic shakes her head
Samantha tightens the hold
Francine breaks the hold.
Samantha Hip tosses Francine
Samantha hits Aquatic with a Scissors kick
Samantha hits Francine with an enzugiri
Francine leaves the ring
Samantha hits Aquatic with a tilt-a-whirl DDT
Samantha goes for the pin 1...2... kick out
Samantha chops Aquatic

KURT: This is as exciting as 2 week expired milk!

JR: Tags are made again!

JR: And Dizi gets the tag.

King: I'm not sure she realizes it.

JR: It looks like her partners are informing her.

King: Well, they got her into the ring. But is she going to remember that she's supposed to wrestle in there??

JR: Well, it looks like she does remember, King.
Dizi seems to be focusing on Francine anyways.
Dizi and Francine move to the center of the ring.
Dizi wants a test of strength.

King: That's something you don't see often in women's matches.

JR: You're right about that, King.
Dizi and Francine lock up in a test of strength.
Francine forces Dizi back into a backward bridge.

King: That's an interesting position, JR.

JR: You would think so.
Dizi's almost down to the mat.
Wait, Dizi is powering out of the bridge!
Dizi is smiling at Francine.

King: That's not a smile. That's a smirk!

JR: Dizi kicks Francine in the stomach.
Dizi hits Francine with a snapmare.
Dizi sets Francine up for a vertical suplex!
Dizi sends Francine crashing to the mat.
Dizi is back to her feet.
Dizi hits Francine with a baseball slide.

King: Dizi's all over poor Francine!

JR: Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission!

King: The ropes, Francine! Grab the ropes!

JR: Francine is trying to ropes! She almost has them.
Francine grabs the bottom rope with her hand.
The referee begins to count. 1...2...3...4...
Dizi isn't letting go!
The referee is warning Dizi.
The referee starts another count. 1...2...3...4..
Dizi releases the hold.
The referee is warning Dizi.
Dizi is smiling at the referee.

King: I think Dizi should have been disqualified, JR.

JR: Well, that's left to the referee's discretion, King.

King: He didn't disqualify her because she was flirting with him!

JR: I don't know, King. I think she's just friendly.

King: And Francine is pulling herself back towards her corner!

JR: Francine makes the tag!

KURT: I think that ref should be fired!

JR: Athena Hashi tags out to Jacklyne J..
Athena Hashi nails Francine with a roundhouse kick.
Jacklyne J. gets a sleeperhold on Francine.
Francine gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 8 seconds.
Jacklyne J. and Athena Hashi whip Francine into the ropes.
They hit Francine with a double elbowsmash.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. whips Francine into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. misses with a clothesline.
Jacklyne J. takes Francine down with a monkey flip.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with an elbow.
Aquatic enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Francine and Aquatic whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double elbowsmash.
Francine and Aquatic whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double backdrop.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with a punch.
Francine tags out to Aquatic.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. takes Aquatic down with a hurricanrana.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. nails Aquatic with a monkey flip.

Jacklyne tags!

JR: Well, this should be interesting. Dizi and Aquatic are now the legal women.

King: Yeah, JR, watch all that female bonding they've been doing fly right out the window.

JR: Dizi and Aquatic meet in the center of the ring.

King: It looks like a staredown.

JR: Aquatic is saying something to Dizi, but we can't pick it up.
Dizi smiles at Aquatic suddenly and the two women hug!

King: This is better than wrestling, JR!

KURT: This is stupid! Go get yourself a room!

JR: Dizi and Aquatic separate.
They lock up.
Dizi takes Aquatic to the mat with a headlock takedown.
Dizi applies an armlock.
Aquatic gets her right foot on the ropes.
The referee is calling for the break and Dizi releases the hold immediately!

King: Now, that's unusual. Dizi usually keeps a hold on until the referee reaches four!

JR: Well, it's a nice show of sportsmanship, King.

King: Shouldn't it be sportsWOmanship??

JR: The women lock up again.
Dizi breaks the hold and whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Dizi catches Aquatic with a powerful clothesline!

King: I'll say it was powerful! Aquatic nearly flipped all the way over!

JR: Dizi moves in on Aquatic and... What is she doing?

King: I think... It looks like Dizi is checking to see if Aquatic is okay!

JR: Dizi is helping Aquatic up!
Aquatic is saying something to Dizi!
I think she's admonishing Dizi for helping her up.
Dizi is smiling and nodding at Aquatic.

King: Look at their partners! They're furious.

JR: Wouldn't you be?

King: I wouldn't have teamed with Dizi in the first place!

JR: The women lock up again.
Aquatic takes Dizi down with a legsweep.
Aquatic attempts to get a sleephold on Dizi, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi rolls away and gets to her feet.
Dizi hits Aquatic with a dropkick!
Dizi nips up and hits Aquatic with a baseball slide!
Dizi is back on her feet!

King: And waving at the fans again!

JR: She's making a big mistake, King!
Aquatic is moving into position behind Dizi!
Aquatic rolls Dizi into schoolboy!
The referee is in good position!

King: She's got it! I think Aquatic has Dizi!

JR: One! Two! Thr... NO! Dizi kicks out right at the last possible second!
The women are back on their feet!
Dizi is backing toward her corner.

King: She's going for the tag, JR.

JR: And she's got one!

Samantha and Moody are in!

JR: Samantha throws Judge Moody into the turnbuckle
Samantha chokes Moody with her boot
Samantha drops the hold at the 4 count
Samantha kicks Moody in the gut
Samantha follows up with a scissors kick
Samantha hits Moody with a Russian Legsweep
Samantha hits Moody with a sunset flip
1...2... kick out
Samantha kicks Moody on the ground
Samantha tosses Moody with an arm drag
Samantha pulls on Moody's hair
She lets go at the 4 count
Samantha throws Moody to the turnbuckle
Samantha tags in Jacklyn
Samantha and Jacklyn hit Moody with a double suplex

KURT: I just got a call on my cell. The ratings went down .05 points since the opening low-carder match!

KING: That's terrible, Kurt!

KURT: Of course, they spike up 10 points every time I talk!

KING: What charisma!

JR: And the tag is made to Alexis Terrion.

King: This is the first time Dizi's ever been in the ring against the lovely Alexis.

JR: You are right, King.
Dizi moves towards Alexis.
Dizi smiles and waves at Alexis.
Alexis looks at Dizi in disbelief.
Dizi and Alexis move towards each other.
Alexis takes Dizi down with a dragon screw leg whip!

King: That did more than take her down! She went halfway across the ring!

JR: Dizi is back on her feet.
Dizi circles Alexis, looking to lockup.
Alexis nails Dizi with a back heel kick!
Dizi is staggered!

King: Go, Alexis! Show everyone those beautiful puppies! I mean, wrestling moves!

JR: Alexis legsweeps Dizi!
Alexis goes for a standing moonsault!
Dizi rolls out of the way!
The two women are back on their feet!
Dizi executes a dropkick to Alexis' knee!
Dizi locks on an armlock leglock submission!

King: Get to the ropes, Alexis! You're too hot to lose!

JR: Alexis makes it to the ropes!
The referee calls for the break.
Dizi doesn't release the hold.
The referee counts, 1, 2, 3, 4...
Dizi releases the hold.

King: That ref needs to warn Dizi about that!

JR: Alexis makes it back to her feet, it looks like she's feeling that leg.
Dizi chopblocks Alexis, they're back to the mat!
Dizi is back to her feet.
Dizi drops a knee on Alexis' leg!
Samantha Gretch is shouting encouragement to Dizi.
Dizi drives another knee into Alexis' leg!

King: Dizi is trying to cripple, Alexis!

JR: I think it's good strategy, King. If Dizi can take out one of Alexis' legs, she'll severely curtail her offense!

King: But I like Alexis' legs the way they are!

JR: The crowd is solidly behind Dizi!
Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission.
Alexis is trying to reach the ropes.
Alexis grabs the bottom rope.
The referee calls for the break.
The referee counts, 1, 2, 3, 4...
Dizi releases the hold.

King: Poor Alexis! She can barely get up!

JR: Dizi's partners are all reaching for the tag.
Dizi is smiling at Alexis as she backs towards her corner.
Dizi reaches back and slaps a hand without bother to see whose hand it was.
The tag is made!

KURT: I need a glass of milk!

KING: And some cookies!

KURT: It's true!

JR: Samantha and Francine are rolling around on the mat!

King: WHOOO! PUPPIES!

JR: Samantha slaps Francine
Samantha locks in an arm bar
Francine screams in pain
Samantha tightens the hold
The ref checks on Francine
The ref asks Francine if she wants to quit
Francine shakes her head
Samantha tightens the hold
Francine fights her way to the rope
Samantha drops the hold at the 4 count
Samantha throws Francine into the turnbuckle
Samantha hits Francine with a Cross body splash
Samantha goes for the cover 1...2...kick out!

Tags!

Jacklyne J. hits Aquatic with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jacklyne J. takes Aquatic down with a twisting moonsault.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Jacklyne J. nails Aquatic with a monkey flip.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Athena Hashi.
Francine enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Jacklyne J. goes for a vertical suplex, but Aquatic blocks it.
Jacklyne J. rolls out of the ring.
Aquatic uses a German suplex on Athena Hashi.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.

JR: And the hot tag to Dizi!

King: This is what I want to see! Dizi and Judge Moody hate each other!

JR: Dizi is in the ring and on fire.
Dizi hits Judge Moody!
Dizi punches Judge Moody!
The referee is warning Dizi!
Dizi delivers a high kick to Judge Moody!

King: Judge Moody is in trouble!

JR: Dizi has her reeling!
Dizi punches Judge Moody!
Judge Moody is falling back into the corner!
Dizi applies the boots to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody is taking a real beating!
The referee is yelling at Dizi to get out of the corner.
Judge Moody is down in the corner.

King: Dizi isn't too happy! She's yelling at the referee!

JR: And not paying attention to Judge Moody!
Judge Moody is back on her feet.
Dizi whips around and delivers a high kick to Judge Moody!
Dizi bulldogs Judge Moody!

King: It looks like Dizi is focused now!

JR: Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission on Judge Moody.
Judge Moody is fighting the pain.
The referee is checking Judge Moody.
Judge Moody refuses to submit.

King: Look at the way Dizi is applying pressure!

JR: Judge Moody is trying to make it to the ropes!

King: She's too far away! I think she's going to tap!

JR: No! Francine made the save!
Dizi dropkicks Francine.
Francine rolls out of the ring.
Judge Moody gets back to her feet.
Dizi punches Judge Moody!
Dizi kicks Judge Moody!
Dizi hits Judge Moody!

King: Knock her shirt off, Dizi!

JR: This isn't a wrestling match, this is a brawl!

King: It's more like a mugging!

KURT: It's about time!

JR: Samantha Gretch and Alexis Terrion are staring each other down

King: They're chest to chest JR!

KURT: It looks like it's a little cold in there!

KING: WOO HOO!

JR: There is obviously no love lost between these two.

King: They should kiss and make up!

JR: Samantha Slaps Alexis Terrion across the face
Samantha Hip tosses Alexis
Samantha throws Alexis Terrion into the ropes
Samantha hops onto the second rope and shakes her hips in Alexis' face, holding her fist into the air

King: I love it when she does that!

JR: Samantha is punching Alexis!

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

JR: Samantha hits Alexis with a creasent kick
Samantha chops Alexis across the chest

King: Don't hurt the puppies!

JR: Samantha kicks Alexis in the gut
Samantha follows up with a scissors kick
Samantha slams Alexis to the mat with a russian leg sweep
Samantha hits Alexis with an enzugiri
Samantha hits Alexis with a standing moonsault!

King: We know what comes next!

JR: SEA WASP!
Samantha has Alexis in the Sea Wasp!
Alexis is screaming in pain!
Alexis fights to break free
The ref checks on Alexis
Alexis shoulders lay on the mat
1...2... shoulders up
Samantha tightens the hold
THe ref checks on Alexis
The ref asks Alexis if she wants to quit!

Francine comes in and makes the save.

Samantha and Alexis tag out!

Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Athena Hashi nails Aquatic with an arm bar.
Athena Hashi whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Aquatic almost takes Athena Hashi's head off with a flying lariat
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

KURT: You mean these stupid Memphis hicks actually like this match?

*DING DING* 

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

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A black Sedan with dark tinted windows pulls up to the Mid South Coliseum.
The back passenger doors open and out step Mafioso followed by Carlos. The
two men immediately light up a pair of cigars)

Mafioso: Damn these are good! What are they called?

Carlos: Guantanamera's.

Mafioso: These are damn good essa!

Carlos: Yeah yeah I know. Now let's focus on your match tonight. You have to
face Alexei Romanov or whatever.

(Mafioso takes a puff of his cigar and considers what Carlos just said)

Mafioso: I don't care about that big stupid Russian! What I do care about
vato is beating the last breathe out of Witherspoon!

Carlos: What is it with you and that guy lately? I mean he's never mattered
before and next thing I know you're waging some kind of campaign against
him!

Mafioso: Listen Carlos not very many things go by me unnoticed or
unanswered. Just because I've had other things to take care of doesn't mean
I won't eventually get back around to tying up loose ends.

Carlos: I hate it when you talk in mysterious ways.

Mafioso: Well I don't just talk in mysterious ways I also work in them too!

(Carlos looks on at Mafioso puzzled)

Mafioso: You'll see what I mean later on tonight. Let's get inside and meet
up with the rest of the guys.

(The two men walk into the building)

>>>

(Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by backstage with "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Slim Jim:  Vernon, tonight you go one on one with William Black.  Some pretty harsh words have
been exchanged recently between you two.

Vernon:  Yeah, Billy sure like to run off at the mouth, doesn't he Jim?

Slim Jim:  Well, I can't jeopardize my journalistic integrity by offering an opinion -

Vernon:  Whatever.  Let me speak.  Billy!  Tonight, you have a date with destiny!  I'm going to -

(Vernon stops abruptly, staring at Slim Jim.)

Vernon:  Journalistic integrity!?  You're a wrestling reporter!

Slim Jim:  Well, yeah.

Vernon:  Whatever.  Billy Black, you're about to face into the background.  As far as your future
in the BMWF?  You can consider it cancelled, courtesy of Yours Truly, the Furnace of Fabulosity,
the Emperor of the Universe and Greatest Future Legend in the BMWF, "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt!  Your star has fallen, Billy Boy.  I've shut you down once, and don't think I won't do
it again!

(Vernon walks off camera.)

Slim Jim:  Vernon Vanderbilt is quite confident tonight.  Can he pull off the victory over the
revenge-seeking William Black?  Stay tuned to find out, folks!  On with the show!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Quebec, CN...
Weighing in at 135 pounds...

Fifi

("Fighter" by Christina Aguilera blasts over the PA as Fif steps out. She is met with a mixture of cheers and boos as she struts down to the ring. She snubs a young man at ringside who has a dozen roses for her. She gets in the ring and walks to her corner at first. Then she walks over to Lilly Garcia and demands the mic.)

Fifi: Last week, while everyone was busy wearing their little tuxedos and fluffing their hair... I was busy busting my @$$.

JR: That was just uncalled for.

King: I wonder if she needed someone to rub that for her?

JR: KING!!!!!

Fifi: I work and work and what do I get/ I get to face Nitta. Girl, I don't know who does your hair but you might need to look for someone else. But back to business, next week I will become a champion once more. I have everything that is needed to become a great Women's champion.... Again... I have the looks... I have grace... And I am always gracious.

(The corwd begins to boo Fifi.)

Fifi: Dizi, I know you are all so busy worrying about what Prime Time thinks about what you do. I know you are soooo worried about what these pre-teen jerks out here think about you in the ring. But there is something that you need to remember. They did the same thing for me back when I started. You are nothing more than a flash in a pan. After they get tired of you, they will toss you aside for some other young female wrestler. Trust me I know. When I was away, I never got fan mail. I never got the cards I use to get. I got nothing. But Nitta, I have not forgotten you at all. I will make sure that after tonight, you will become a forgotten part of the BMWF.

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Houston, TX...
Weighing in at 128 pounds...

Nittia

JR: Fans, the BMWF Women's Commissioner Kurt Dangle is stil out here for this match!

KURT: That's right! I'm going to watch these two bimbos to see if they're any better than those other 8!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Fifi has shown no respect for Nitta at all.

King: But she does have the puppies.

JR: Fifi has two handfuls of Nitta's hair.

King: What the...?

JR: Fifi just pulled Nitta up and threw her by her hair. That was just not called for. I thought Fifi was a lady.

King: I think she is trying to prove a point JR.

JR: And that being?

King: PUPPY POWER!!!!!

JR: Oh grow up King.

KURT: you know, that move never happens in the men's division!

JR: That's because you don't have any hair to be thrown by!

KING: HA HA HA!

JR: Nittia goes for a kick to the midsection, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi executes a butt-bump on Nittia.
Fifi goes for a vertical suplex, but Nittia blocks it.
Nittia hits a chop on Fifi.
Nittia uses a single-leg takedown on Fifi.
Nittia goes for a dropkick, but Fifi side-steps and Nittia only hits air.
Fifi goes for a front facelock, but Nittia counters it with a low blow.
Nittia executes a headsmash into the turnbuckle on Fifi.
Nittia goes for a European uppercut, but Fifi counters it with a backslide.

One, two, kickout.

JR: Fifi is just hammering Nitta in the face with forearms.

King: Nitta might need some plastic surgery. I think Tobey knows a good one.

JR: Nitta just snapmared Fifi and nailed her in the back with a dropkick.

King: Nitta is going up to the top rope.

JR: Fifi is back up and met Nitta with punches!!!!

King: I think I might need to go down there and give one of them mouth to mouth!!!

JR: DUSTER!!!! DUSTER!!!!! IT COULD BE OVER!!!!!

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Fifi.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Fifi!

KURT: Well, that was better. It only lasted 2 minutes!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>

(Scotty looks at Donnie who has a mixture of anger and concern in his eyes.)

Scotty: Donnie... I know yer worried 'bout yer sista... I know what she means ta ya.

Donnie: She's not just my sister... you don't understand.... She's my twin! And that *bleep* Tamer hurt her! He made her cry!! He promised me he wouldn't hurt her now she's in tears!!

Scotty: I know... I know... And yer a good man for worrying 'bout her... But I need ya ta be ready for tanight... Ya ain't neva been in a situation like this... I want to know in muh heart that yer ready.

(Donnie takes a deep breath and holds it a few seconds before letting it out slowly.)

Donnie: I'm ready. It's all under control. Spoon took care of Tamer, he'll take care of Dizi while I'm away from her. I'm just going to focus on the match. When we're out there, the only thing on my mind is your winning that match.

Scotty: Now let's go out back and work on what I want ya ta do.

>>>

(William Black is standing around a corner near the Prime Time locker room. He's holding a baseball bat and appears to be waiting on somebody. Just then, Vernon Vanderbuilt walks out of his room and sees Black. Naturually he prepares to defend himself. Black puts his hands up defensively, holding the baseball bat over a shoulder. He points on the other side of Vern with a smirk. Vernon takes a second, and wordlessly turns a half step to look. Just then, Spirit swings a bottle of bombay Sapphire, shattering right across Mr. Showtime's face, dropping him to the ground.)

SPIRIT: Hah... You guys never learn, do you?

(William Black looks at her, smirks, and then clubs Vernon twice more with the bat, right across the right arm and shoulder.)

BLACK: I guess not.

(Hearing a stirring from the Prime Time locker room, the two think twice about hanging around and quickly round the corner, leaving Mr. Showtime down on the ground outside of his locker room.)

>>>

(The Couch knocks on Ryushi Fujita's locker room door one time before the door swings open and we see the scowling face of Kojima staring at the Couch. The Couch gulps before he speaks to the massive bodyguard.)

The Couch: I'm here to get a quick sound bite from Fujita about his match tonight.

(Kojima just stares at him silently for a few seconds before Fujita says something to him in Japanese and the hulking bodygurad allows The Couch to enter. We see Ryushi Fujita sitting on a couch finishing up the tape job on his hands as The Couch approaches.)

The Couch: I was just wondering if I could get a word with you about your match tongiht.

Ryushi Fujita: My match tongiht Couch?

The Couch: Well yes, you're facing Tai Hashi tonight and I wa-

Ryushi Fujita: I know who I am facing tonight Couch. Tonight I get my hands on that imposter Hashi.

The Couch: Imposter?

Ryushi Fujita: Yes Couch, imposter. You see Tai Hashi likes to use his mother's heritage as a way to gain fame in this business but yet he knows nothing about being a Japanese wrestler. He claims to be Japanese but yet he lists Chicago as his hometown. You see Couch, to me being Japanese is something that I am proud of, not something I use to get myself ahead in the BMWF. Tonight Couch, Tai Hashi pays for his actions and I will enjoy making him suffer. And now Couch, you may go. Kojima, show the man the door.

(Before The Couch can say anything else he is "helped" up and shown the door as we fade out.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

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

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ryushi Fujita goes for a fisherman buster, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi takes Ryushi Fujita down with a stiff karate kick to the head.
Tai Hashi throws Ryushi Fujita out of the ring.
Tai Hashi goes outside.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Tai Hashi reenters the ring.
Ryushi Fujita rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Tai Hashi nails Ryushi Fujita with a bulldog.
Tai Hashi hits a bulldog on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Tai Hashi hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Tai Hashi hits a springboard legdrop on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi executes a bulldog on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Tai Hashi goes for a bulldog, but Ryushi Fujita throws him off.

Fujita grabs Hashi and bodyslams him roughly to the mat. Fujita bounces off the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt and springboards off the ropes catching Hashi and delivering a reverse DDT that brings the crowd to life. Fujita slowly lifts Hashi to his feet and then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex. He then moves him towards the corner and quickly executes a split legged moonsault.

Hashi connects on a couple of forearm shots to the head but Fujita counters the last one with a Nothern Lights Suplex. Fujita pauses for a second before grabbing Hashi and driving him to the mat with a vicious ddt. He quickly pounces on him and locks in a kneelock submission. Hashi remains in the hold for several seconds before finally reaching the bottom rope causing the ref to break the hold.

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

Both men trade punches and chops before Fujita staggers Hashi with a low blow which he quickly follows up with a fisherman buster. He waits for Hashi to get to his feet and grabs him and delivers a brutal German Suplex. Fujita stands over the fallen Hashi and as Hashi starts to stir Fujita starts to measure him up and just as Hashi gets to his knees Fujita connects with a Shining Wizard to the side of Hashi's head.

JR: That move is just sick King, he may have knocked Hashi out cold.

KING: And that is a bad thing JR?

JR: Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Tai Hashi.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ryushi Fujita!

(As Tai’s match ends, the Bruisertron lights up to show the outside of Tai’s locker room. The door is cracked slightly and the camera pushes it open. The room looks as if it has been completely destroyed. The over head lights are broken open and the lights are flickering making the total damage difficult to really gauge. The chairs and tables in the room are either knocked over or broken and Tai’s personal belongings are strewn around the room. Most of Tai’s clothes are ripped and the couch in the middle of the room is laying face down with the cushions strewn on either side of it. The camera pans over to the one thing that doesn’t appear to be destroyed. On a small table to the left is the case to Tai’s prized guitar, we see the hand of the camera crew reach out and open the case only to show that there is nothing inside. Instead of his guitar there is a note that simply says “ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE”. The camera zooms out and the Bruisertron fades.)

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen it appears for lack of a better word, that Tai’s prized possession his guitar has been kidnapped.

King: Guitarnappers, somebody call the Honker Tonk Man.

JR: We can only assume that this was Ash trying again to force Tai into accepting his challenge of a rematch at the pay per view. I guess we’ll see how the next phase of this chess game plays out.

(The camera opens in the Syndicate locker room where Ash is sitting on the end of the plush couch that is inside the locker room. Ash is staring at the ceiling looking as if he's playing out some epic battle in his head. Donnie walks into the locker room and sees Ash.)

Donnie: Hey champ, you ready for your match tonight?

(Ash doesn't acknowledge Donnie and continues to play out whatever is going on in his head. Donnie walks over behind the couch and taps Ash on the shoulder. Ash jumps to startled and seems surprised to see Donnie standing there.)

Ash: Donnie, I didn't even see you come in. Guess I've got this match tonight with Lowedown really wearing on my mind. I shouldn't be that worried, I know, but I just can't seem to shake whatever it is wearing on me.

Donnie: You're not worried about your performance, are you?

Ash: Maybe that's all it is, but I can't see why that would be coming up now. I know you're new around here, but you are aware of the history between Lowedown and I aren't you?

Donnie: Ash, I'm sorry... before joining the Syndicate, I was taking care of Dizi. She... um... requires a lot of attention.

Ash: Well I can't blame that. To say that Lowedown and I have had our share of differences would be doing it a disservice. We've had wars that helped shape this federation. I can't say I've ever tried more to destroy somebody in my entire life, and at the same time I've never tried harder to be accepted by somebody either. I've bled both for and against Lowedown, and no mater what the two of us have done to each other we still seem to be standing. It's like two immovable objects just blasting away at each other, but when the dust settles they are both still standing there facing each other ready for the next round. But I guess that's the blood in us. Lowedown and Dozer are my brothers, my actual family. I knew Flame before she was Flame, heck it was me she was running from in tears when she met Lowe. So, well, there's more, but it's just more of the same.

(Ash rubs his hand across the back of his neck and looks up towards the ceiling.)

Ash: I've done some horrible things in my life Donnie, many of them to my own blood. And still every time I step into that ring I can't help but think it should be me in his position. I still want to be the golden child, the center of attention. It's not easy being the black sheep all the time, sometimes even the dark craves the sunshine. Understand? Look I'm probably just talking out over your head I know, but thanks for hearing it out. I just don't know. You got anything up your manager sleeves that'll get me ready for tonight's match?

Donnie: Ash, I'll always listen. (grins) And, as for tonight's match. You're ready for this. Deep down, you know it. You have the talent, the drive, and the motivation. But, I'll be ringside. Just in case. That's the kind of brother I am.

Ash: Yeah I suppose you're right. I mean if I can't exist with the family I was born into, why not forget it and work with you and the rest of the guys and the family we've built here. Look I'm going lay this out straight. I want to win tonight, and if you're going to be at ringside that could be by whatever means necessary. I'm going to need you to do your part to make sure I get the opportunities I need tonight. Understand what I'm saying?

Donnie: I understand what you're saying. And I understand my responsibilities as your manager. Don't worry about that. Tonight, I'll do anything and everything in my power to see you, standing in the middle of the ring, victorious.

Ash: Thanks Donnie, now if you wouldn't mind I'm going to put these demons back where they belong and get ready for the match.

(Donnie slaps Ash lightly on the shoulder.)

Donnie: Okay. (sighs) I'd better get back to Dizi, anyway. I just wanted to check on you.

(Donnie opens the door, but turns back to Ash.)

Donnie: Just remember. Tonight is your night to shine.

(Donnie disappears through the door.)

FADE

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(The scene opens up on Dale as he drinks some water. He caps the water and puts the water into is pocket.)

Dale: Tobey Miliken. A movie star with wrestling talents... you are not of my concern this week. My concern is Scotty Scott, that wannabe submissionist. He has been on my mind all week. I remember every little thing he has done to ruin me. Survivor, he eliminated me from competition with his patented Scottamission. Then a few weeks later, I get put in it again. BUT, I don't lose by submission this time. No, instead I get smart and DQ myself instead of having to be humiliated by submitting. But, he still tried to make me tap, and that angers me beyond boiling point!

(Dale takes a toothpick from a canister and chews in it.)

Dale: But, although it is not my primary concern, I must focus on the match tonight. I must keep concentration on what is important TONIGHT. Tonight, I face someone who has two careers. Wrestling is one of them. He doesn't show much liking in it. It is probably because of all the criticism he gets by the BMWF's audience. He loves his other career though. Acting, what he thinks he is good at. HA, he sucks more worse than Mae! I did hear he has skills though. But I am not worried one bit. He has nothing but skills. He hasn't any knowledge. He is headstrong, and that is never a good thing.

(Dale pulls out his water again. He sips some more of it and puts it back up.)

Dale: Tobey, I give ya props though. you have held titles before. You have completed so much. But I will soon be doing the same. I haven't a worry in the world though. If I lose to you I lose nothing. You gain just another win on your record. If I win however, you lose alot of what you gained, and I gain alot. Hey Tobey, I like your acting AND wrestling skills. In the alternate universe. In this universe, YOU SUCK! I fought worthier guys on the streets of The Bronx. You are just another face in the crowd to me. Oh wow, you won TV awards and stuff like that. BIG WHOOP. Honestly, NO ONE CARES!

(Dale begins to tense up and stops in mid walk.)

Dale: Am I missing something? I forgot what I was going to do today. Oh that's right. I will see you later.

(Dale walks off and the scene fades.)

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(Witherspoon is walking down the hall quickly, a baseball bat in his hand. He is wearing a pair of Jeans, and a black hoody, with SubZero written on the back in Ice. He's wearing his Minnesota Madman Skull cap, and his boots. He brushes quickly past The Couch.)

Couch: How the hell are ya Spoonie!

Witherspoon: Busy, go away.

Couch: Come on, let me do an Interview!

Witherspoon: Sorry, to busy.

Couch: Just a couple minutes.

(Witherspoon stops and turns around next to a door. There's a plaque on the door, but from the angle of the camera you can't see what is written. Witherspoon glares down at The Couch)

Witherspoon: Yea, alright.

(Witherspoon turns around and slams his boot into the door, knocking it to the ground. The plaque reads "The New Union" The only occupents are Carlos and Jacklyn J. Witherspoon slams the baseball bat into Carlos' skull, dropping him like a stone. A trickle of blood slowly flows from his mouth and his head begins to swell and bruise slightly. Jacklyn starts screaming.)

Witherspoon: Get the *bleep* on, woman!

(Jacklyn runs quickly from the room and Witherspoon sits down in a chair, resting his boots on Carlos' back. The Couch stares one disbelievingly.)

The Couch: Here?

Witherspoon: Yea, why not?

The Couch: In the New Union's locker room.

Witherspoon: Sure.

The Couch: But what if they come back?

Witherspoon: Then more fun for me. Now isn't the threat worth it for the first interview with The Minnesota Madman in months?

The Couch: Yea, I guess.

Witherspoon: So get on with it.

The Couch: Alright, so how are you feeling about the match tonight where you and The Judge face Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry?

Witherspoon: I'm conduction an interview in their locker room, with my boots up on their worthless manager. Kinda obvious isn't it?

The Couch: I suppose. So your not worried about them having more experiance together?

Witherspoon: So what if they do. Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry are old news. Besides, I'm damn near unbeatable in tag matches. I've only lost 4, two of those due to outside interfearence, one because my worthless partner sat by and watched as Sledge and Box damn near ripped me in half, and the other one because Cash Flo was on something.

The Couch: Hmm, this is true.

Witherspoon: Now, you gotta go, because I got work to do.

The Couch: What kind of work?

Witherspoon: Gotta find everyone that was suppose to be in here.

(Witherspoon stands on Carlos, who screams in pain. Witherspoon stamps his boot down on Carlos' right bicep, eliciting a moan of pain. Witherspoon walks to the door and gestures The Couch to go through. As Couch leaves, Carlos manages to lift himself up off the ground on his hands and knees. Witherspoon walks over to him and drives his boot upwards into Carlos' groin, causing him to moan and slump to the floor. Witherspoon walks out and the camera zooms in on Carlos' face, showinmg his tears of pain drawling lines through the blood.)

>>>

(The scene cuts to the Prime Time locker room, where Vernon Vanderbilt is being attended to by the
medics.  Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde looks on, slightly distressed.)

Vernon:  Get off of me!

(He shoos the medics away.)

Medic #1:  Mr. Vanderbilt, you may have a serious injury.  Please, let us look at your arm.

Vernon:  I'm fine!

Clancy:  Vernon, just let 'em check you out.  You need to be in top condition t'night, son.

Vernon:  Stifle it, Clancy!  I'm fine!  This is in no way going to affect my match, or my name
isn't Vernon Vanderbilt!

(He claps his hands and immediately winces in pain, his shoulder obviously hurt.)

Clancy:  You don't look alright.

Vernon:  I'm going to go out there and win, Clancy.  It's what I do.

Clancy:  I think we should call this off.

Vernon:  No!  This match will go on as scheduled!  Now get the hell off of me!

(He pushes the medics away and immediately howls in pain, grabbing his shoulder.)

Clancy:  Vernon.

Vernon:  That's final.  Injury or no injury, I'm going to teach that troglodyte a lesson about
what happens when you mess with me.  Now move!

(Vernon gets up and storms out of the room.)

Medic #2:  I strongly advise against him participating in this match, Mr. Beauregarde.  There
could be tendon damage, or dislocation, or any number of things wrong with that shoulder.  He
needs to rest it and get it checked out.

Clancy:  I wish I could tell you he'd listen, boys.  He ain't gonna, though.  Once he gets a bee
in his bonnet, ain't nothin' that can change his mind.

Medic #1:  Well, someone needs to try and keep an eye on him then.  We can't risk further injury.

Clancy:  I'm on it, boys.  Thanks anyway.  I'm just gonna have to be extra mindful of what's
happenin' in his match t'night.  I'll do what I can to get him to get that looked at later.

(Clancy exits.)

FADE OUT

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