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

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 269 pounds...

William Black

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

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

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

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(William Black jumps Vernon as the bell rings with a series of punches and then slings him into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Then Black follows it up with a running clothesline, squashing Mr. Showtime in the corner. With Vernon Vanderbuilt temporarily stunned, Black drops down and slams his shoulder into Mr. Showtime's side. After that, William Black slams into Mr. Showtime with an elbow, staggering him along the side of the ropes.)

JR: Holy cow! William Black really looks ready to fight tonight. I hope this is good.

KING: It better be! The last time these two clowns fought, William Black didn't do so good!

JR: He lost, King.

(With Vernon seemingly caught off balance, William Black throws a trio of hard left hands that send him slightly off balance. Then William Black takes a few steps backwards and cocks his left hand like it's a gun. Then he swings a heavy haymaker that connects right between Mr. Showtime's eyes. Vernon takes a step and then collapses right in the middle of the ring, bouncing off of the mat.)

JR: Magnum Punch! Mr. Showtime, Vernon Vanderbuilt is down! 1! 2! Kickout!

Vernon Vanderbilt sends William Black into the turnbuckle.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits William Black with a shoulderblock.

JR:  Vernon Vanderbilt is definitely favoring that right shoulder tonight.

King:  Did you see what William Black did to him?  I didn't know a human arm could bend that way!

JR:  I don't think they can, King.  That's why he's in so much pain right now.

Vernon hits Black with a high dropkick, taking him down.
He follows up with a left-handed elbow drop.
Vernon grabs Black with his left hand and pulls him to his feet.
He nails Black with a series of punches.

JR:  Vernon is right handed, and this is causing a lot of trouble for him in this match tonight.

King:  How do you know he's right handed?

JR:  Well, it's the hand he uses for the End of the End, and it also says that on his bio sheet I
have right here.

King:  What else does it say?

JR:  Well -

King:  Lemme see!  He also hates fish and his hobbies are spelunking and making fudge.  Oh!  And
he once got arrested for trying to smuggle bones from an archaeological dig!

JR:  It doesn't say that!

King:  Sure it does, right there.

JR:  I don't see -

King:  Look!

JR:  Vernon is climbing the top rope!
High risk maneuver!
Vernon leaps off with a flying elbow drop.
But he landed on that injured arm!
Vernon is rolling on the mat, writhing in pain!

(William Black continues to attack Mr. Showtime throughout the match. After an Irish Whip into the ropes, Black takes Vernon down with an Arm Drag. Then for good measure, Black locks in a Cross Armbreaker. After a struggle, Vernon manages to make it to the ropes so William Black breaks the hold. But instead of letting Mr. Showtime get back up to his feet, William Black drags him outside of the ring. With both men outside of the ring, Black throughs Vernon shoulder first into the steel steps. With a thud, Mr. Showtime topples over, holding his arm.)

JR: Good Lord that looks like it hurt!

KING: It probably did! Gah!

(Black senses blood, and picks up Vernon Vanderbuilt by the head and slams him face first into the step. Mr. Showtime fights back with a few weak punches that seem to have no effect. Instead, Black just slams Vernon's face into the steel steps again. Then Black takes Mr. Showtime's arm and wraps it around the ringpost... Then William Black slides inside of the ring while still howing Vernon's arm.)

KING: This doesn't look good!

JR: I wonder what he's going to do!

(William Black answers the question of what he's going to do by slipping down on his back and locking in a triangle choke, capturing Vernon's arm around the ringpost. After a four count from the referee, Black breaks the hold.)

JR: Ladies and gentlemen, that's just not right! William Black is just plain trying to hurt Mr. Showtime!

KING: What do you expect JR? These two have been building up to this for quite some time!

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt executes a high kick on William Black.
Vernon Vanderbilt has William Black by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes
off with a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

Vernon goes for a body slam, but can't pick Black up.

JR:  That arm may be seriously injured, folks.

King:  We can hope.

JR:  King!

Vernon kicks Black in the gut instead, then takes him down with a Russian legsweep.
Vernon gets up and walks over to his corner to confer with Mr. Beauregarde.
Vernon and Clancy are speaking to one another.
Black is starting to get up!
Vernon runs back over and kicks him, knocking him back down.
Vernon backs up, waiting for Black to rise.
Vernon goes for a cartwheel clothesline, but his arm gives out in mid-tumble!
Vernon falls hard to the mat.
Black grabs Vernon, bringing him to his feet.
Black rears back for a punch, but Vernon quickly jabs him with a thumb to the eye.
Vernon rolls out of the ring to recuperate.

He's back in at the 9 count.

JR: William Black with a kick to reverse the momentum. DDT! Mr. Showtime went down hard. One! Two! Kickout. William Black goes to work with another Cross Armbreaker. Vernon gets to the ropes. William Black breaks the hold on a four count. Another kick and William Black maintains control. William Black pulls Vernon up on his shoulders... what's he going to do King?

KING: Looks like he's setting him up for a Death Valley Driver, of course!

(And at that, Black walks towards the middle of the ring carrying Vernon on his shoulders, planting him down with a Death Valley Driver that makes his head bounce off of the mat in a more violent then necessary fashion.)

JR:  This has been a hard fought match!

King:  By who?  What match are you watching?

JR:  Both men, King, but especially Vernon Vanderbilt.

King:  Are you about to go off on a five minute rave about his heart and his intestinal fortitude
and all that crap?

JR:  No, I'm just saying -

King:  Good.

JR:  One of these days, King.

Vernon and Black are facing each other.
Vernon grabs Black and whips him to the ropes.
He rebounds off the other side.
Vernon lands the End of the End!

King:  Sort of.  Look!

JR:  Vernon appears to have further injured himself in attempting to execute the move!  The force
behind the punch was too great!  Vernon has dropped to the mat!

Mr. Beauregarde jumps up on the ring apron to distract the ref.
Black goes over and knocks Clancy off with a punch.
The ref is distracted.
Vernon rolls Black up from behind.
The ref counts:  One!  Two!  Kickout!

JR:  Vernon almost scored the come from behind victory!

King:  Does he know any other way?

JR:  I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Vernon Vanderbilt hits William Black with a Russian legsweep.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a DDT on William Black.
Vernon Vanderbilt doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a swinging neckbreaker on William Black.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
The crowd is wildly cheering Vernon Vanderbilt with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails William Black with spinning heel kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt takes William Black down with a kneedrop.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

JR: Oh My! Vernon could be in trouble! William Black's locking in his signature move, the Blacklock!

KING: It still looks like a Cobra Clutch!

(Vernon connects with a group of elbows, causing Black to break the hold. Vernon runs into the ropes with a burst of steam, only to be tripped up at ringside by Spirit. William Black recovers and picks Vernon up off of the mat, the referee hadn't seen the interference. Then, William Black methodically applies a Brainbuster suplex.)

JR: That Jezebel! She's always there to cheat for William Black!

KING: I know! Isn't it great?

(After the Brainbuster, William Black picks Vernon up and throws him into the ropes.)

JR: Mr. Showtime off the ropes. SPINEBUSTER! That shook the ring. Vernon's in trouble. William Black's in the corner, waiting. We all know what's coming. Mr. Showtime, slowly on his feet. Black out of the corner... Flying Forearm! Vernon Vanderbuilt is down! William Black has Showtime back on his feet. Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber! The referee's in position! One! Two! Three!

*DING DING*

KING: Ha ha! William Black's on a roll now! He just beat Mr. Showtime!

JR: Yeah... with a help from Spirit...

KING: And don't forget that attack backstage earlier too!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(BMWF President The Rock is sitting in the back watching the matches on the monitor along with VP Hollywood Hulkster.)

ROCK: Whoa whoa whoa! Who in the blue heckie cheeze whiz is this Bill Black guy?

HULKSTER: Well, let me tell you something, brother. I think he writes the femforce comic book, brother!

ROCK: Oh, really! Well, why is he using my move -- The Rock Bottom?

HULKSTER: Well, let me tell you something, brother! That's actually more like the Side Effect!

ROCK: The Side Effect. That's a candy @$$ version of the Rock Bottom! Maybe The Rock should go lay the smack down on this jabronie's candy @$$!

HULKSTER: Well, let me tell you something, brother! You're the BMWF Board's President now. You can't go around laying the smack down on people anymore! It'll look bad for the BMWF!

ROCK: The Rock doesn't give two pints of monkey bleep how it looks! The Rock can do whatever he wants!

HULKSTER: Well, let me tell you something, brother!

ROCK: Oh, know your role and shut your mouth, jabronie! The Rock has to go and see if Lilly Garcia wants any of the Rock's strudel right now!

(Rock gets up and walks away as Hulkster shakes his head in disbelief...)

>>>

(Mafioso is already standing in the ring with a mic in hand. His music has
just ended. Mafioso looks into the crowd and trades insults with a couple of
Prime Time fans before speaking into the mic)

Mafioso: The week before the awards show I attacked Witherspoon. I also
attacked him the week before.

(Small crowd reaction)

Mafioso: Alot of you maybe wondering why. The answer is real simple: Because
Witherspoon is my ##### and because I can! Don't any of you idiots out here
in "Mem-Phus" Tennessee get it? I can attack Spoon whenever I want and there
is nothing he can do to stop me! Plus I am a man the holds a grudge to the
bitter end. I am a vengeful and very spiteful person! Spoon... a while back
you did and said things that a normal person would simply let slide but not
me! I can't...I won't. No one does anything like that to me and gets away
with it! I even have some video footage to prove it. Roll that tape!

(The tape begins to roll on the Bruisertron from Bedlam on May 3,2004)

Axe: We beat all the odds Spoon...they said we weren't going to win, we
didn't have a chance...hell we even got jumped before stepping out on the
entrance ramp but we won the match. Those two idiots Mafioso and Joe Tunny
think they can score an easy victory tonight but there dead wrong.

(Axe takes some small drags blowing the smoke out of his mouth as he looks
at Witherspoon.)

Witherspoon: What is this, their first time wrestling together? Tunny is
gonna realize how lucky he was to beat me the second time we were in the
ring together, and Mafioso is going to regret running his mouth off.

Axe: Those two are going to get an whoopin' they'll never forget, tonight we
go in as if these titles are on the line and show not only those fools but
the guys in the back that this ain't some fluke victory.

Witherspoon: Probably not. They'll just say we got lucky again and talk big
about how they're gonna take the belts from us. Worth a shot though. And we
are going to make both of those losers our *bleep*s

Axe: And just like our t-shirt says...Joe Tunny and Mafioso are going to be
Forsaken...like the rest!

Witherspoon: Damn skippy

(The two chuckle before flicking their cigarettes and head into the arena as
the Bruisertron blinks out and goes to the announce table.)

Mafioso:Then Spoon, this happened!

(another clip of the same match later on)

Witherspoon is raining boots on Mafioso's body!
He's lifting him to his feet... BINNED! Witherspoon locked in Binned!

King: It's all over! Mafioso's too weak to get out!

JR: Mafioso hits an elbow to Spoons head, but he's just wrenching Mafioso
more!
Mafioso is fading from the pain!

King: Tap out you fool!

JR: Mafioso is fighting to stay conscious! He's screaming in pain!

(The scene returns to Mafioso in the ring)

Mafioso: you see Spoon. Even though me and my partner won that match I still
can't forget what you said to me and more importantly what you did to me! So
you see morons this isn't just about a title this is personal. So how about
me and you in a match at the Bedlam Bowl or at the Bedlam after!

(Mafioso drops the mic and makes his way to the back)

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown sitting in The Syndicate locker room on a leather couch.)

Judge: Hardcore Harry, in one week you and I meet for a spot in the Elimination Chamber #1 contendership match. You and I have been through a lot before, and next week everything will be on the line. Both of us have toiled in the BMWF for over two years without a significant World title shot, and by winning our match next week, it would boost us right up to the main-event. Next week, our two year long feud will culminate, but tonight I'm going to make sure you don't get to next week 100 percent!

(The Judge stands up and begins wrapping tape around his wrist.)

Judge: Tonight the team of Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish take on myself and my fellow Syndicate member Witherspoon. Shane, Harry...you two probably thought you were slick attacking Spoon and I in order to send a message to Scotty. Well think again! No one, especially you two, can make an example out of us, and tonight we prove it! Harry, you better start taking notes my friend cause you're going to need it for next week, that is, if I even let you get to next week!

(The Judge gets up and walks over to the locker room door.)

Judge: Harry, Shane...you're both about to be humiliated, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge exits the locker room as we fade.)

>>>

(The scene opens up on Scotty Scott walking through the hall. He looks all ready for tonight. The scene fades to Dale who is behind some crates it seems. He looks at the camera as Scotty nears closer.)

Dale(whispering): Tonight I get a long overdue revenge on Scotty. My anger resurfaced last night when I was dreaming of Survivor HE ELIMINATED ME! I can't the thought out of my head. It disturbed me in my matches. I actually LOST to Alexei! I cannot allow this to happen anymore. I shall get my revenge. Tonight!

(Scotty passes Dale as Dale gets ready. He grabs the crate and sneaks behind Scotty. Dale then smashes the crate over Scotty's head.)

JR: By Gawd... Dale just shattered the crate over Scotty's head. Scotty might be out cold!

(Dale grabs a piece of the wood and beats it over the back of Scotty. Scotty jumps and screams in pain as this happens. Dale then grabs a steel chair from off the side of the wall. He raises it high in the air and slams it on the back of Scotty's knee. He rolls around holding the leg.)

Dale: Scotty, you have messed with the wrong person. I am not going to tolerate it anymore! You will suffer!

(Dale opens the chair slightly and places it over his knee cap. He then climbs up onto some crates and jumps off, landing onto the leg of the chair, crushing Scotty's knee cap.)

Jr: Get medical teams down there someone! He might have a crushed leg! Oh this can't be good.

(Dale takes something out of his mouth. It is a toothpick. He gets the pointed in and holds Scotty in a headlock. Dale then begins stabbing scotty in the forehead over and over with the toothpick. Scotty begins to bleed profusely. He leaks blood everywhere.)

Dale: See the damage I can cause Scotty? See the pain I can put into ones body? You are lucky I didn't completely end your career! But if I wanted to, I could. I can guarantee though, you have been injured! Scotty, this is gonna be hell for you from now on!

(Dale grabs the chair again and slams it on Scotty's abdomen a couple of times. He then rams the chairs leg into his injured knee. Dale drops the chair and picks up a limp Scotty.)

Dale: You have not seen the last of me!

(Dale scoop slams Scotty into some crates. He picks up a two by four and breaks it over Scotty's rib area.)

JR: Oh my god. Scotty must have broken ribs and a broken leg. This is bad.

King: I... I ... I am speechless...

Dale: A new Dale has awakened. Tonight I will prove it against Tobey. In my match with him. Tobey, BEWARE!

(Dale kicks Scotty before walking off and letting the EMT's help Scotty. Scotty is put onto a stretcher and is about to be rolled away. Dale comes flying and flips Scotty's stretcher and he lands on his face.)

Dale: I am not done with him!

EMT 1: Sir, he is in a serious condition. He is bleeding internally. Please let us help him.

Dale: NOT UNTIL I AM DONE!

(Dale throws the EMT into the wall and lifts up Scotty while on the stretcher. He picks up the bottom end of the stretcher and starts to spin. Scotty is soon lifted off the ground and has his chest slammed into an outter corner of a wall. The wall is indented by his body. Scotty starts choking up blood again.)

Dale: Scotty, I hope you have learned a lesson!

(Dale sets up the stretcher against the wall. Dale runs at the stretcher and flying dropkicks Scotty in the chest. Dale then walks to the EMT's.)

Dale: Now I am done!

(The EMT's rush to Scotty and helps him. Dale walks off and lets the scene fade.)

>>>

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

At a total combined weight of 523 pounds...
Hardcore Harry... Shane Perish... THE NEW UNION

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 530 pounds...
From Minneapolis... weighing in at 300 pounds...
Witherspoon

(Suddenly laughter echos and a guitar riff blares over the speaker.)

PA: AIEIEIE!

JR: Here comes Witherspoon in this Tag match!

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

JR: Spoon is coming down to the ring!

(Witherspoon steps from backstage onto the stage. He walks down the ramp as the crowd boos him loudly. He stops at the bottom to remove his hat, trench coat, and shirt, before rolling into the ring. He jumps onto the turnbuckle and raises his fist into the air, beating his chest.)
LILY: His partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 230 pounds...
The Judge

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, wearing his "Judge" shirt and holding his gavel. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. He enters the ring and raises his gavel in the air to get boos from the crowd. The Judge takes off his judge robe and gets ready for his partner and opponents.)

JR: The 2004 Most Improved Wrestler of the Year looks determined to show Hardcore Harry who's boss!

King: He just wants an edge over him for next week!


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Hardcore Harry and Witherspoon lock up in the center of the ring!

King: Yeah! Look at Shane Perish!

JR: Shane is not Happy with Harry! He knows that Harry shouldn't get in a test of strength with Witherspoon.

(Witherspoon decks Hardcore Harry to the mat and bends over him, slapping him accross the face and yelling at him.)

King: HA HA!

JR: Witherspoon is stomping Harry
Witherspoon powerbombs Harry
Witherspoon locks a Boston crab on Harry
Harry screams in pain
Harry tries to get to the ropes
Witherspoon pulls him away
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref checks on Harry

(Suddenly, Shane Perish steps into the ring. The ref goes and tries to push Shane Perish from the ring. As this is going on Harry fights his way to the ropes. Witherspoon keeps trhe hold on him, and The Judge slides over and kicks Harry in the face, causing him to let go. Witherspoon pulls him back to the middle.)

JR: I don't believe this! Blatant cheating by The Syndicate!

King: Well, Shane Perish shouldn't be entering the ring

JR: Harry is screaming in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Harry fights his way to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold
Witherspoon throws Harry into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Harry with an atomic drop
Witherspoon hits Harry with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon locks in a boot choke
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon tags in Judge.
Witherspoon and The Judge hit Harry with a double powerbomb.

The Judge tries to pull Hardcore Harry to his feet, Hardcore Harry hits the Judge with a lowblow.

They both tag!

Shane Perish executes neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
Shane Perish is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Shane Perish goes for neckbreaker, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon punches Shane Perish.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon hits Shane Perish.
Witherspoon throws Shane Perish out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, Shane Perish
reenters the ring.
Witherspoon hits a headlock on Shane Perish.
Witherspoon puts Shane Perish in a bearhug.
Shane Perish grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Witherspoon tags out to The Judge.
The Judge and Witherspoon whip Shane Perish into the ropes.
They hit Shane Perish with a double fist to the midsection.
The Judge and Witherspoon hit Shane Perish with a double powerbomb.
Witherspoon leaves the ring.
The Judge goes for a piledriver, but Shane Perish counters it with a backdrop.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Hardcore Harry enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double backdrop.
Shane Perish nails The Judge with a superkick.

JR: Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish are laying the boots into The Judge

King: And here comes Witherspoon!

JR: Witherspoon clotheslines Harry and Shane!
Spinebuster to Harry!
Powerbomb to Shane!

King: Witherspoon is cleaning house!

(Witherspoon drags The Judge over near their corner and steps out onto the apron before slapping Judge's hand and stepping into the ring.)

JR: Witherspoon and Shane Perish are the legal men! Both men are staring each other down. Shane and Spoon have been in two matches before, and both times Witherspoon wasn't able to get the win.
Witherspoon clotheslines Shane Perish!
Witherspoon locks an arm bar on Shane Perish
Shane screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Shane struggles to get free
The ref checks on Shane
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Shane grabs the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon throws Shane into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon lays into Shane with a few chops to the chest
Witherspoon superplexes Shane from the top rope
Witherspoon goes for the pin
1...2... kick out
Witherspoon leaps onto the ropes and raises his fist into the air, beating his chest
The crowd boos him loudly
Witherspoon heabuts Shane
Witherspoon hits Shane with a haymaker to the gut
Witherspoon drives Shane's skull into the mat with a crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... foot on the ropes.

Witherspoon tags out.

Shane Perish tags out to Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish whip The Judge into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish hit The Judge with a double sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish leaves the ring.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Hardcore Harry with a clothesline.
The Judge goes for a piledriver, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry hits a choke slam on The Judge.
Hardcore Harry hits a choke slam on The Judge.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry nails The Judge with a choke slam.
Hardcore Harry hits a big boot to the face on The Judge.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Hardcore Harry takes The Judge down with an elbowdrop.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry nails The Judge with a big boot to the face.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry throws The Judge out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes outside.
Hardcore Harry goes for a choke slam, but The Judge counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Witherspoon comes over to make it two-on-one.
Shane Perish comes over, but gets cut off.
The Judge and Witherspoon hit Hardcore Harry with a double powerbomb.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
The Judge executes a piledriver on Hardcore Harry.
The Judge executes low blow knee on Hardcore Harry.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
The Judge takes Hardcore Harry down with a scissor kick.
Charles Robertson counts: 4.
Charles Robertson counts: 5.
The Judge takes Hardcore Harry down with a Yakuza kick.
Charles Robertson counts: 6.
The Judge climbs back into the ring.
Hardcore Harry rolls back in under the bottom rope.

The Judge tags out.

JR: Witherspoon and Hardcore Harry exchange fists in the middle of the ring
Witherspoon kicks Harry in the gut
Witherspoon slams Harry into the mat with a brainbuster
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2...shoulders up!
Witherspoon grabs Harry up in a Hangman
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Harry screams in pain
Harry tries to break free
Witherspoon drops Harry to the mat
Witherspoon nails harry witha crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... kick out

JR: A most exciting match tonight!
Witherspoon is choking Hardcore Harry!
He releases the hold at the 4 count
The ref warns Witherspoon
Witherspoon throws Harry into the ropes
Witherspoon bounces off the ropes and nearly takes Harrys head off with a clothesline
Witherspoon slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, sliding back in
The ref is getting in Spoons face, trying to take the chair
The Judge is choking Harry with the Tag rope!
The ref doesn't see it!

King: I love it!

JR: Now Shane is getting into the ring!
The Ref is trying to keep Shane out!
Witherspoon has the chair!
He slams it into Harry's gut!
Witherspoon tosses the chair from the ring!

King: Smart move by Witherspoon! The ref would have heard the chair shot to the skull.

JR: Witherspoon is lifting Harry to his feet
BINNED! Witherspoon has Harry locked in Binned!
Harry is screaming in pain!
The ref is checking on Harry
Witherspoon grabs onto the ropes with his free hand and tightens the hold
Harry screams in pain
The ref see's Witherspoon's hand
Witherspoon drops the hold after 4 seconds
Witherspoon tags THe Judge in

The Judge is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

Tags are made.

JR: Witherspoon is just stomping on Shane Perish!
Witherspoon gets on headlock on Shane Perish
Shane struggles to break free
WItherspoon tightens the hold
Shane gets to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon chops Shane Perish
Witherspoon throws Shane into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon slams his shoulders in Shane
Witherspoon chokes Shane
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
The ref is getting in Spoon's face
The Ref threatens to DQ Witherspoon

King: Come on Ref! Let them wrestle!

JR: WItherspoon throws Shane into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Shane with a bearhug
Shane screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Witherspoon shakes Shane
The ref checks on Shane
The ref asks Shane if he wants to quit
Shane shakes his head
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Witherspoon slams Shane into the mat with a Spinebuster

King: I love it when he does that!

JR: Witherspoon jumps onto the second rope, throwing his fist into the air and beating his chest
THe crowd boos loudly

(Witherspoon jumps down, then runs foreward and lifts Shane Perish onto his shoulders and yells at the crowd. Hardcore Harry steps through the ropes, and The Judge climbs o the top turnbuckle. Witherspoon circles around twice, grabbing Shanes legs as Judge leaps from the top rope.)

JR: SUBZERO ON SHANE PERISH!
GAVEL SMASH TO HARDCORE HARRY!
Witherspoon is going for the cover on Shane Perish!
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Witherspoon and The Judge!

JR: Witherspoon is sliding from the ring
He's reaching under the ring. He's got two sledgehammers!
Witherspoon slides back into the ring and tosses a Sledgehammer to The Judge!

King: Here it comes!

JR: WItherspoon and The Judge are going crazy!

(Witherspoon and The Judge attack Harry and Shane with the Sledgehammers, bringing them down into their head and torsos. Witherspoon drags Harry over next to Shane Perish and The Judge hands his sledge hammer over to Witherspoon before sliding from the ring)

JR: Oh my God, what is going on here

(Witherspoon lays into Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish with both Sledgeheammers as The Judge grabs a table and slides into the ring, setting it up. Witherspoon tosses the sledgehammers to the side and lifts Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry up by their throats and lays them on the table. Witherspoon and The Judge jump onto Turnbuckles across from eachother and spread their arms as the crowd boos loudly.)

JR: Oh no...

King: Come on JR, this is great!

(Witherspoon and Judge Leaps from the turnbuckles at the same time. WItherspoon drives his elbow into Shane Perish's gut, while The Judge drops his leg across Harry's throat. As they hit, the table breaks beneath them, dropping all four men to the mat.)

JR: Someone get Security out here!

(Witherspoon slides from the ring, grabbing up the steel ring steps and tossing them in. He walks around and throws the other set of steps into the ring. He slides back in and lays them next to eachother as The Judge grabs up both Sledge hammers.)

JR: Aren't they done yet?

(Witherspoon lifts Shane Perish up and slams him into the ring steps with a powerbomb. He then walks over and poerbombs Hardcore Harry into the ring steps. The Judge climbs up onto the turnbuckle and lifts both Sledgehammers into the air. The crowd roars with boos.)

JR: Someone call the Paramedics!

King: Someone call the Mourge!

(Witherspoon points at The Judge, then down at both men. The Judge leaps into the air, dropping down to the mat, slamming the Sledgehammers into Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry, slaming their heads into the Steel steps. Witherspoon lifts The Judge up and they both raise their arms up into the air as the crowd roars with Boos. They slide from the ring and walk up the ramp as paramedics run out and check on Harry and Shane.)

JR: Wait a minute!

(The Judge grabs a steel chair from ringside and re-enters the ring with it, stalking Hardcore Harry from behind.)

JR: NO! THE JUDGE JUST BLASTED HARRY OVER THE HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR AND HE IS BUSTED OPEN!

(The Judge jumps on top of Harry and begins landing lefts and rights to his bloody face. Hardcore Harry tries to block The Judge's punches but he is starting to wear down.)

JR: The Judge lifts up Hardcore Harry...come on Judge, stop this!

(The Judge grabs Hardcore Harry by the throat and hits The Verdict! The Judge then stands up and raises his arms in the air, with Harry's blood on his hands.)

King: The Judge did promise Scotty that there would be blood on his hands tonight!

JR: Will Hardcore Harry be okay to wrestle next week? The Judge is sending out a strong message tonight...he wants his World title shot at the Bedlam Bowl!

JR: Fans! Hardcore Harry and Shane Perish are just now heading to the back after the devastating attacks by Witherspoon and Judge!
 
King: Look at those two taunting the fans!
 
(The camera shows Hardcore Harry and Shane Parish walking back up the ramp.)
 
JR: After that match, I am surprised they have anything left!
 
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim and a wall of flames shoots up from the stage.)
 
King: What is that?
 
(The flames lower and an ambulance can be seen rising up from behind the wall of flames. A figure dressed in a black sweatshirt with a hood is standing on the top of the ambulance. Harry and Parish stare up at the figure.)
 
JR: He is pulling his hood off!
 
(Harry’s face is shown trembling in fear. The figure runs and dives off of the ambulance and hits a cross body right on top of Harry and Shane.)
 
King: Who is that?
 
(The figure stands up and the camera catches his face.)
 
JR: DREADNAUGHT IS BACK!
 
(Dreadnaught pulls the hood entirely back and kneels down and drills Harry directly in the face with fists. Dreadnaught stands up and grabs Shane. Dread lifts Shane to his feet and tosses him from the ramp to the floor. The fire goes out and the ambulance lowers under the stage.)
 
JR: The Psychotic Juggernaught is back! 
 
(Dreadnaught then stands over Hardcore Harry with a smirk on his face.)
 
King: He is here to get revenge on Harry!
 
(Dreadnaught pulls Harry up and hooks him for the Dread-bomb.)
 
JR: He has Harry in the air.
 
**CLANG**
 
JR: Harry was just splattered against the steel ramp.
 
(Dreadnaught holds his hands up high as the fans in the Mid South Coliseum erupt. Dreadnaught looks at the ring and sprints down. He slides under the bottom rope and leaps up to the second turnbuckle. Dreadnaught points out across the arena as the flashbulbs explode. Dreadnaught leaps down to the mat and calls for a mic.)
 
JR: He has these fans in Tennessee wound up!  
 
(Dreadnaught puts the mic to his mouth.)
 
Dreadnaught: It’s been a LONG time since my mug has been seen up in here! But, the Dread-daddy is back! And that is not good news for all you titleholders here in the BMWF! Especially if you hold the title of the Crappiest Wrestler in the World! And that title belongs to my good friend Hardcore Harry!
 
(The camera shows Harry as he struggles to his feet.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yeah, Harry, I know you weren’t sober enough to recognize it, but the Dread-daddy was in the building and heard everything you said at the awards show. You said you put me out! You said I was finished, well, look at me now!
 
(Dreadnaught looks around the arena as the fans continue to cheer.)
 
Dreadnaught: Harry, this is real simple. See, the game don’t stop, and when I heard those words fall out of your lips, I knew I had to get back here! I knew that I had to go straight to my doctor and get clearance. And you know, I have to applaud the medical community, because right here in Memphis, Dr. Stanley Andrews cleared the Thug to return to action! And you Harry, you have been put on notice. Your (BLEEP) belongs to the Thug!
 
(Dreadnaught stands over the ring rope and points out to Shane, who is helping Harry up to his feet.)  
 
Dreadnaught: And Shane, don’t think you can avoid the rage of the Thug. I know you were probably scratching your empty head trying to figure out who your opponent is next week in that Bedlam Bowl qualifying match! I know the answer to that (BLEEP). He is the man who just laid you and your boy out! And he is the man calling you a punk right here in front of all these peeps! You got to get through ME to get to the Elimination Chamber! When I knew I was returning, I called the BMWF and begged me to sacrifice a member of the Union. They tossed up your name. You will serve as a message to Harry! I will leave you for dead, and not even remember your name!
 
JR: What an announcement! Dreadnaught returns to action next week against Shane Parish!
 
Dreadnaught: And after I show you exactly what the Thug can do in this ring, I will walk into the Bedlam Bowl and earn my shot at the World Title! And if I have to gut Harry like a fish to make that happen, consider it done! The streets is watching and I ain’t gonna let them down! This is serious business now Harry. Shane, ask your boy what will happen to you next week when he wakes up! Until then, just tell him the Dread-daddy is back!
 
(Dreadnaught tosses the mic back to the ring attendants and leaps up to the turnbuckle. Dreadnaught stares intently at Shane as he assists Harry in getting to the backstage area.)
 
JR: We saw him last week at the Awards, but now it is official. Dreadnaught has made his return to the BMWF!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(In his locker room, we see Alexei sitting back and watching a collection of
highlights from Mafioso's past matches. He watches, favoring his shoulder
and other injuries from the first two stages of his training. As Mafioso
hits the Hit 'Em Up on the unknown victim, he pauses the screen, turning to
direct his attention to the camera.)

ALEXEI: Well, this is impressive. The first time we do battle, Mafioso, and
it's with a lot on the line. The winner of this match gets entry into the
Bedlam Bowl and may even earn the right to go to Bruisermania and fight for
the Hardcore Title. Quite the honor. It's a match that I really hope you're
ready for, too. You see, I hope you don't underestimate me, thinking that
the injuries sustained during my training will impact my performance. In
fact, the only thing they do is make me a much more difficult foe. Just as
I'll be when my training is complete in two weeks, I'm much more dangerous
than before. Be sure to relay that message to your companion, Carlos. I am a
threat.

(Alexei reclines back as Omori-san approaches, handing him a cup of Saki and
taking a seat beside him with his own cup. Alexei sips and stares back at
the camera.)

ALEXEI: You'll see what I can do, Mafioso. I'll defeat you tonight, I'll
defeat Tamer at Bedlam Bowl and I'll win the main event and move on to
Bruisermania. You'll see. Soon, everyone will see...

(Fade...)

>>>

(Aquatic is playing the xylophone backstage.)

Aquatic: I can feel you pull me down.....saving me....raping me...I won't let you pull me down...

(Tamer walks in on Aquatic's "jam session".)

Tamer: Hey Sheila...

Aquatic: (glaring) No hablo ingles, Senor. (muttering under her breath)Usted es muy estupido...

Tamer: Oh so you suddenly forgot English...(To the camera)Hun er ikke slik klar.

Aquatic: Uh...Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN!

Tamer: Whoa... Calm down...Look I just came to talk...You don't have to get vulgar.

Aquatic: All right....although it is fun, all right. What's on your mind?

Tamer: I.... um.. Well.

(Tamer takes a deep breath)

Tamer: How are they doing?

Aquatic: (grimacing) They're fine. They like running their deli very much, though I don't care for it. Why do you ask? Do you seek to relieve some guilt?

Tamer: I don't have any guilt... I did what i had too do at the time. But at least for some amount of time they were my family, so I care. And I still don't understand why they did what they did.

(Aquatic walks up to Tamer and looks him in the eyes.)

Aquatic: I believe you. What they did is of no matter now. Tyrone is gone and Vernon has returned, so their complaints are no longer pertinent. Actually, they send their best, and congratulations on your Hardcore Title reign

Tamer: Well send them my thanks... I do have one other question for you however.

Aquatic: Go right ahead.

Tamer: Why did you come back? You've held the Women's title before. Your husband and your life is waiting for you elsewhere... Why return?

Aquatic: Everyone seems to ask that question, Josh. And on paper, you're right. On paper, this is the most foolish decision I've ever made. But it's really not. Jarrett and Brock are so happy just working 15-hour days with no gains beyond talking to people. They can be happy with that. I can't. I can't help wondering: What if? Jarrett and Brock are so happy just working 15-hour days with no gains beyond talking to people. They can be happy with that. I can't. I can't help wondering: What if? They wanted to be wrestlers longer than I did, but for different reasons. They compete for fun and fufillment. I compete to be all I can be. So maybe they're all set, but I'm not done. Later in life, I'll settle down with them and start a family. But on my terms, and when I'm ready

(Tamer nods his head and then reaches inside his vest and pulls out an envelope.)

Tamer: I wish you well in your run here.. However long it last. I need you to do me one favor. It's something that I have to do, to make things right. Take this.

(Tamer hands Aquatic the envelope)

Tamer: You might have an idea on what that is... And tell them to keep me posted.

Aquatic: I think I do. Thanks.

(Aquatic abruptly hugs Tamer.)

Aquatic: Take care of Danielle, will you?

(Tamer pats Aquatic on the back.)

Tamer: I will...

(Tamer gives Aquatic a kiss on the cheek and walks away.)

Aquatic: And now, back to the xylophone.

FADE

>>>

KING: Didn't Bruiser tell people to stop with the foreign languages a long time ago?

JR: Yep!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty Scott and Donnie MacPhearson. Donnie is holding Scotty's half of the World Tag Team titles.)

Bole: Scotty, tonight you are facing the one man that has given you more trouble than anyone ever has in the history of the BMWF. What plans do you have for tonight?

Donnie: (grabs the mic from Bole) Bole, tonight is a special night. It marks the dawning of a new era in the BMWF. The Syndicate is powerful. The Syndicate is focused. Nothing and no one can stand in the Syndicate's way. BMWF, prepare for total domination.

Scotty: I know Z like no one else here in the BMWF... Not Lowedown... No one... I've watched Z's matches as of late... Hell, I've been in the ring wit him... He is a shadowy figure of himself... He is just the shell he was... I ain't neva feared Z and I neva will.

Bole: You just made mention of something that has not been said in a long time... The Shadowy Figure.

Scotty: That was the past Bole. I've grown since then. I know more 'bout rasslin' than most of the new guys 'round here.

Donnie: Tonight is about the future, Bole- OUR future. There's no one that can stand in our way. Not Master Z... Not Lowedown. They're the past. The Syndicate is the future.

Scotty: Yer time wit us ova... Lata Bole.

Donnie: You know, Bole, you might want to consider investing a little money in your wardrobe. You are on TV after all.

>>>

(Kolic is shown in his locker room when Michael Bole, dragging a camera
crew, shows up.)

Bole: Hey Kolic! Got time for a few questions?

Kolic: Sure, what's up?

Bole: First off, congratulations on Prime Time's winning the Blammy for Best
Stable.

Kolic: Thank you Bole. I've been proud of how Prime Time has done for the
past two years, and winning the Blammy last week put everything we put into
the stable into an official recognition. I'm very grateful to the fans who
showed their appreciation by voting for us.

Bole: First question: what are your thoughts on not winning the Most Popular
Wrestler award?

Kolic: I think being nominated for the award is more of an accomplishment
than a disappointment for not winning. I figured I was popular amongst the
fans, but not that popular.

Bole: You're facing a fellow Prime Time member in a qualifying round for the
Bedlam Bowl Elimination Chamber. Do you think you can put aside group unity
and compete against Ezekiel?

Kolic: I think so, yes. I certainly won't take a dive for Ezekiel; that
would make me look bad as a competitor and stigmatize him for a cheap win. I
understand that he will bring his all to the match, and that I will do the
same. Hopefully I will end up with the win, but I can't predict the future
any more than you or that bookie outside the arena.

Bole: Good thing I don't rely on bookie odds. I go by horoscopes.

Kolic: You...seriously don't believe those, do you?

Bole: Yeah, why?

Kolic: Never mind. Is that all?

Bole: That's all, thanks for talking to me.

Kolic: No problem at all. Make it a good day!

Bole: Don't you mean have a good day? Besides, it's night time.

Kolic: Then apply it to tomorrow, if you want. See you Bole!

Bole: Goodbye.

(Bole leaves the room)

Kolic: Horoscopes...even the guy who works for The Onion is a certified
astrologist. That should be a clue those things are bogus. Oh well, live and
eventually learn...

Fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. This is a Bedlam Bowl qualifying match!

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

Alexei Romanov

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

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

Mafioso

(The lights dim low as Tupac's Hit Em Up begins to play. Mafioso steps out
onto the top of the ramp at the same time that the Bruisertron lights up
with the words ABOVE THE LAW scrolling across the screen followed by the
words THE UNION. Mafioso walks down to the ring in usual fashion wearing
white boots,black sweatpants, and his Union t-shirt)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Alexei Romanov nails Mafioso with a Gorilla Press.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov takes Mafioso down with a superkick.
Alexei Romanov whips Mafioso into the ropes, but Mafioso reverses it.
Mafioso hits Alexei Romanov with a kick.
Mafioso goes for a single-leg Boston crab, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov goes for a European uppercut, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov misses with a clothesline.
Mafioso hits Alexei Romanov with a clothesline.
Alexei Romanov falls out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Alexei Romanov
reenters the ring.
Mafioso is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.

JR: Mafioso is really showing his desire to go to Bedlam Bowl! He's taking
it to Alexei on the outside of the ring and he whips the big man into the
guardrail! Mafioso starts to hammer on Alexei's head several times before
whipping him into the corner, shoulder-first!

The ref counts: 1

JR: He's starting to work Alexei's sore shoulder! He grabs Alexei's wrist
and snaps the arm around the ringpost!

The ref counts: 2

JR: They head back into the ring and Mafioso grabs Alexei's arm in a
hammerlock! He's really working it over! Alexei's struggling to break the
hold, but it's not looking like it'll happen! He's got his legs in a
scissorslock around his shoulder, too!

KING: Do you really think Mafioso can make Alexei tap?

JR: He's got a pretty good shot, considering the damage done during his
training.

KING: Yeah, what's up with that? Ihamaha Fujitsu?

JR: Itamaru Fujimi, King. Literally, it doesn't mean much, but basically it
means to become invulnerable to pain.

KING: Doesn't look like it's working.

JR: Well, he isn't done yet. Anyway, Alexei's still fighting the hold,
trying to work over Mafioso's legs, but he just bridges his back and puts
more tension on the hold! Wait, Alexei's trying to muscle out of it! He's
almost on his knees and he's positioning himself! I don't believe it! He's
grabbing Mafioso and starting to lift him off the ground!

KING: YAHH!

JR: Alexei just drove Mafioso to the mat with a powerbomb! What a display of
power!

JR: Alexei's looking pretty good tonight, but so is Mafioso! Heck, considering what's on the line, I'm not all that surprised! Alexei, though, has Mafioso in the corner and he's starting to lay into him with some knife-edge chops! Alexei backs Mafioso to the ropes and whips him across the ring, catching him in a heavy spinebuster! He's down and Alexei's leaving the ring! What's he up to?

KING: I don't know, but he's coming our way!

JR: Alexei's over here and he's grabbing a chair! He slides the chair into the ring but Carlos hops up on the apron! He wants to stop Alexei! The big Russian is watching and waiting for Mafioso to get up, but.. wait, what's going on?!

(The lights turn to an icy shade of blue.)

PA: Walk with me... Between Worlds...

JR: That sounds like...

(Bullet the Blue Sky by P.O.D. immediatly starts playing over the P.A. as Kevin Storm stands on top of the ramp, with a nine iron in one hand, and a microphone in the other. The crowd immediatly burst into cheers)

JR: It is! Kevin Storm has returned!

KING: And it looks like Alexei is not happy with that.

(Kevin starts walking towards the ring, as Alexei starts to stair at Kevin. Kevin ignores Alexei, and slides into the ring. Mafioso is just starting to get up. Kevin speaks into the microphone.)

KING: Oh great, he's going to speak.

Kevin: Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you, Mafioso...

(Kevin takes the the nine iron and smacks Mafioso in the knee with it. The ref immedeiatly signals for the bell.)

*Ding Ding Ding*

KING: I don't believe it! Kevin just nailed Mafioso with the club!

JR: And Alexei is disqualified for it!

(Alexei looks on in shock as Kevin kicks Mafioso out of the ring. Carlos helps Mafioso to his feet, shooting a dirty look at Kevin, as they head up the ramp.)

Kevin: Understand that I did not want to do that, but it was needed. As is the next thing I'm going to say. You see, I feel like I need a good match to get back into things here, and I feel it's time I made a statement. This statement is to Tamer: I am hereby challenging you for your Hardcore Title. I feel that you'll give me a good match for my return, and to prove that my leg is 100 percent. So go ahead, bring your friends from Prime Time if you want, because you, Prime Time, and the BMWF will learn what it means to walk with me...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Alexei immediatly gets into the ring, and grabs the microphone.)

Alexei: Who do you think you are? I have the title shot, not you....

(Kevin starts to walk away, but Alexei forcefully turns Kevin back towards him.)

Alexei: YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME! YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! It seems you didn't learn your lesson the first time. If you go through with this match... you... WILL... BE... SILENCED!

(Alexei and Kevin start staring at each other. Security starts to enter the ring, and seperates the two...)

 JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 

(The scene opens up on Dale walking through the hall covered in blood. He is smiling after coming back from the horrific attack he put on Scotty.)

Dale: Tobey, I am in a match with you tonight. I know you are a tough competitor in the ring. But stop bragging about your bad acting at least. I mean, what kind of crackjob speaks about how glorious it is to be a movie star. I mean damn. I know for a fact that being in movies isn't all that great. You may defeat me tonight, you may not. I don't really care if you do or not. I have other plans. Like the matter of Scotty. He is the only thing I care about right now. The thought of destroying him tonight is over exciting. I mean, I probably destroyed him and I know there is NO way of him returning tonight to get revenge.

(Dale bites down on the bloody ended toothpick.)

Dale: Heres one of the factors that helped me destroy Scotty. My friend splinter. he bloodied up Scotty's forehead for me.

(Dale licks the blood on the toothpick.)

Dale: Tastes like destruction to me. It tastes like unexplainable hatred. I love this taste. It is delicious. It was marinated with Scotty's essence. It tastes heavenly. It tastes like an ended career after a deadly attack. Which is what Scotty RIGHTFULLY DESERVES. He in fact deserves MORE! But if I did anymore damage, that could have been bad for me. Tobey, I still have alot of hatred in me. I don't want to, but I might as well take it out on you. I mean, Scotty is no longer a factor of tonight. Tonight it is now just you and me Tobey. No distractions, no intereferences, AND NO SCOTTY.

(Dale places the toothpick in his mouth again.)

Dale: Tobey, I think this is an important match tonight. In fact, I think it is a tournament isn't it? Well, Tobey, I must tell you that you will not be advancing onto the next round. No, in fact, you will be so destroyed, noone will be able to recognize your ugly face. Sorry, uglier face. In fact, I might be able to beat the ugly out of you. Oh wait, that isn't possible.

(Dale walks into a dark room and switches on the lights. He then sits on the chair that is placed out.)

Dale: Already the air is clear without Scotty. Well anyway, back on topic. Tonight's tournament. Round one. Tobey and I, in the ring, one on one, mono-e-mono. Tobey, I have no respect at all for you. In fact, noone probably does here. I have no reason to back down. I have no reason to hold back in the match. There will be no mercy given to you, PERIOD. You will feel what I can give, and what I can give is pain and suffering. You have no choice no matter what. You will be in the ring against me and I will be destroying you in there! I might even take it out of the ring. If we do take it out of the ring, your in BIG TROUBLE!

(Dale turns on the tv and begins to scan through the channels.)

Dale: Oh snap! Tobey, I found a channel about you! It says the crappy actor awards. You have been nominated! Oh man, I am sorry you had to find out this way. But, everyone seems to think your a crappy actor. Well, theres also the factor of that its true. You also wrestle as bad as you act. Horribly. Terribly. Undiscribably bad. It makes audiences want to puke when they see your face. The only fans you have are your family and friends, and they don't even like you that much. Face it Tobey, your a has been. Your not even a has been, your a never was been. I actually feel ashamed I have to face a pansy like you. It makes me sick. I have been fighting off the urge to gag all week. I luckily haven't upchucked yet.

(Dale finally turns off the TV and exits the room. He begins to head toward the ring.)

Dale: We are moments away from the match. I am headed toward there as I speak. I will meet you in the ring Tobey. Then I can show you that you truly are a has been! See you there!

(The scene fades as Dale walks off.)

>>>

(Tobey is standing in the back with Michael Bole.)
 
Bole: Tobey tonight you face Dale Anderson in your Bedlam Bowl qualifying match…
 
Tobey: Who the heck is Dale Anderson? Is that a name that is suppose strike fear into the heart of Tobey Miliken? Is that a name that is suppose to say “DANGER”. Dale Anderson? C’mon that’s like saying I am going to fight George Bush. OOOOOOHHH it’s so scarey. I mean come on Bole, if someone told you that you were going to fight Eddie Haskel would that scare you?
 
Bole: Well…no.
 
Tobey: Dale Anderson. Puh-lease. I am THE HOLLYWOOD IDOL baby. Speaking of which have you heard that a new season of America’s favorite reality contest is about to start. American Idol airs tomorrow. You know I love watching these early shows where we see the no talent William Hung wannabe’s. Well Bole this is sort of like an early show of American Idol. I am fighting some young wannabe who is clearly out of his league. Tonight I will show Dale Anderson what it’s like playing in the big leagues.
 
fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. This is a Bedlam Bowl qualifying match!

From The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(“Vertigo” plays and Tobey comes running out and hits the ring. Tobey is wearing his new attire. Tobey is wearing red tights with the words, “THE GREATEST” written on the back. Tobey slides into the ring. Misty Rivers walks down holding a sign that a gan has given her saying, “Tobey Miliken is MY IDOL”. Tobey stands over in the corner waiting for the bell.)

Dale: Tobey, I have been waiting to get into this ring for quite some time as a kid. I then come here and only after a little bit of my career I am put into a PPV match where I can earn a million dollars. BUT, some person then steals your chance away by eliminating you from all competition that night. That would anger you right?

Dale: Well, I have no reason to harm you. But I will only because I can't get to Scotty. So I will just do the damage to you.

Dale smacks the hell out of Tobey with the mic. The bell then rings.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on Dale Anderson.
Tobey Miliken takes Dale Anderson down with bronco buster.
You could hear a pin drop.
Tobey Miliken hits a missile dropkick on Dale Anderson.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Tobey Miliken with a scoop slam.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with a Frankensteiner.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson goes for a backbreaker, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.

Tobey grabs Dale Anderson and nails him with a right hand.
Tobey then grabs Dale Anderson and whips him into the ropes.
Tobey then leaps and drop kicks Dale Anderson.
Tobey  then waits for Dale Anderson to get up slowly and then he runs and clotheslines him.
Tobey climbs the turnbuckle and as Dale Anderson gets back up he does a missle drop kick.
Tobey then walks over and steps on the small of Dale Anderson’s back and steps on him and then poses with a big grin.
 
King: Just to add a little insult to injury.
 
JR: Yeah if there’s one thing that Tobey can do good it’s insult.
 
Tobey then waits for Dale Anderson to get back and then as Dale Anderson slowly rises Tobey goes for a spear but Dale Anderson moves out of the way quickly and Tobey misses and goes through the middle of the ropes and lands on the outside of the ring.
 
King: Tobey missed.
 
Tobey is laying on the outside of the ring and not moving.
 
King: Dale Anderson is looking at Tobey laying outside of the ring and you know he is got to be thinking about going after him.
 
(Tobey rolls over to the edge of the ring and rolls under the ring. Dale jumps out of the ring and walks over to where Tobey is laying. As Dale goes to grab Tobey, Tobey nails him with a right hand and then leaps up with a smile.)
 
King: Oh JR, Tobey was playing possum.
 
JR: He took advantage of the young kids inexperience.
 
(Tobey grabs Dale and sends him head first into the ring barrier. Tobey then grabs Dale and whips him into the steel steps. Tobey then slides back into the ring.)
 
JR: Tobey is certainly going to have fun with this young man.
 
King: Wouldn’t you JR. Tobey hasn’t had such an inexperienced opponent since Cash Flo.
 
(Tobey slides back out of the ring and grabs Dale and slides him back into the ring.)
 
King: Watch out kid, Tobey is coming after you.
 
(As Dale stands up Tobey runs and bull dogs him into the mat.)

JR: Tobey Miliken goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Dale Anderson
counters it with a side suplex.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson hits Tobey Miliken with a double underhook suplex.
Dale Anderson uses a backbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with an Exploder.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with a Frankensteiner.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with a backbreaker.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with a front suplex.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken and Dale Anderson get hit with a double clothesline.
Tobey Miliken nails Dale Anderson with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Dale Anderson on the turnbuckle, but
Dale Anderson blocks it.
Tobey Miliken goes for a neck snap, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with a scoop slam.
Dale Anderson goes for a double underhook suplex, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken hits Dale Anderson with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken places Dale Anderson on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken takes Dale Anderson down with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on Dale Anderson.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Tobey Miliken with a Frankensteiner.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

Dale gives Tobey a scoop slam. He then leg drops Tobey.

JR: We have gotten word back about Scotty Scott's condition. He is currently still in the building. He is in a very bad condition and cannot be taken to a medical facility yet.

KING: That was not right. Dale did a bad thing tonight. I sure hope Scotty is okay.

JR: So do I King, so do I.

Dale tosses Miliken over the top rope and he hits his chest on the baracade. Tobey screams in pain and squirms around on the floor. Dale slides out of the ring and grabs Tobey. Dale lifts him up and slams him back onto the baracade. Tobey backs up and Dale clotheslines Tobey. Dale then picks up Tobey and grabs him by the brim of his pants. He throws Tobey as hard as he can into the baracade wall head first. Tobey hits and flips over the baracade. Dale slides into the ring and back out to break the count. He grabs Tobey and flips him over the baracade. He then drags him and slams his head into the turnbuckle post.

JR: Well, Dale is really taking it to Tobey here.

Dale whips Tobey into the ringside steps. Tobey screams in pain and holds his back. He sees Dale coming and struggles up. he swings a right and Dale catches it. Dale then slams Tobey's arm elbow first onto the steps. Dale tosses tobey into the ring. Dale spreads out Tobeys arm and then climbs the turnbuckle. Dale jumps off and drives his knee into the jointed part of Tobey's arm. Tobey grabs his arm and screams in pain.

JR: Oh my lord. That can't be good.

Dale locks in an armbar and locks it in good. Tobey screams and struggles to the ropes. He reaches the ropes after a good thirty seconds and the ref breaks the hold. dale grabs Tobey's arm and gives him a reverse arm breaker.

Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson nails Tobey Miliken with the Dragon Ray.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson sets up Tobey Miliken on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes the Bronx Buster on Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...

King: Well, Dale is dominating with a sharp clothesline.

Dale begins to pound on Tobey as if he were a punching bag. Tobey begins to bleed out of his forehead. Dale still continues to punch. The ref breaks it up and warns Dale. Dale then Throws Tobey to the turnbuckle and sets him up. He gives Tobey a quick Bronx Buster and then flips him onto his stomach. Dale locks in a single leg boston crab. he then steps to the side of Tobey and locks in the arm and digs the elbow into the head. Tobey is locked up and trying to escape.

JR: He is fighting not to tap.

Tobey makes it to the ropes after 12 seconds.

Dale Anderson goes for a Frankensteiner, but Tobey Miliken counters it with
a tiger driver.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken.

Tobey hits the ropes and clotheslines  Dale as he comes back.
Dale Anderson is on the mat. Tobey walks over and slowly picks Dale Anderson up.
Dale Anderson hits Tobey in the stomach. Tobey doubles over.
Dale Anderson hits the ropes and tries to hit a head scissors on Tobey but Tobey moves as Dale Anderson turns around from the missed move Tobey nails him with a punch to the throat.
                       
King: Tobey is on his game tonight JR.
 
JR: Dale Anderson is certainly going to have to fight better than this if he is going to have any shot at winning.
 
Tobey throws Dale Anderson into the ropes and as Dale Anderson comes back Tobey hip tosses him back onto the mat.
Tobey then stands on Dale Anderson’s chest and poses.
The crowd boos as Tobey then kicks Dale Anderson in the head again.
 
King: Give him a break Tobey, Dale Anderson is dumb enough already.
 
Tobey picks Dale Anderson and german suplexes him.
(As Dale is released he falls into the referee and sends the ref head first into the turnbuckle. The ref is out cold.)
Tobey looks over and sees that Dale accidently kicked the ref when he fell and has a sly grin come across his face.
 
JR: What is Tobey thinking now?
 
King: I don’t know JR, but it looks evil.
 
(Tobey slides out of the ring and looks under the ring. Tobey pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. Tobey then sets the table up in the middle of the ring. Tobey then walks over and grabs Dale Anderson and places him on the table. Dale is still out. Tobey climbs the turnbuckle)
JR: Tobey is climbing the turnbuckle.
 
King: This is it JR.
 
JR: Tobey leaps and…
 
King: Frog splash, JR…Frog Splash.
 
JR: There is wood and splinters flying all over the ring.
 
King: Dale is out…Dale is out!
 
(Tobey throws the pieces of wood out to the outside of the ring area and grabs the ref. The ref is slowly coming to.)
 
King: Tobey now has the ref awake, now what?
 
(Tobey walks over and grabs Dale Anderson.)
 
JR: He ain’t done yet?
 
King: Nope, it’s time for the “Unedited Version”.
 
JR: Tobey executes the “Unedited Version”.
 
King: Tobey goes for the cover.

JR: You could hear a pin drop.
Tobey Miliken goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens showing Tamer meditating in a hallway. Tamer opens his eyes
and stands suddenly.)

Tamer: Around this time of year people start thinking about something. The
big stage, the grandest of them all, Bruisermania. I've been on that stage
twice before and walked away a winner twice. Tonight could be the first step
to a giant opportunity. Tonight if I beat Paddy I qualify for the biggest
Elimination Chamber match in the BMWF's history. Because to me there is no
bigger prize then the main event spot at Bruisermania, the chance to stand
before everyone as the headliner, the chance to wrestle for the World
Heavyweight Championship. One thing I've yet to do is wrestle for the World
title. I'm ready to take my spot at the top. I know I can go toe to toe with
the best of them.. and win.

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: You could call that being cocky. But I've gotten pretty damn good at
overcoming obstacles. When no one thought I could I beat Tyrone Smith, when
people doubted my ability to beat the Judge at Bruisermania, when people
thought I had almost no chance at winning the Hardcore Title from Lowedown,
I did. I don't care if people doubt me. I am driven by something deeper. I'll
admit I enjoy the glory, the fans chanting my name.

(Tamer pats the Hardcore title.)

Tamer: That's why I'm doing this Hardcore challenge. That is why I want so
badly to be the World Champion. I want to stand on the top plateau and say I
am the best in the business. I am mortal.Just a man. I do want more, always.
I know I am already a champion, but I want to be the champion. That path
starts tonight. That path will continue even if I don't make it to or win
the chamber match. Because every time I defeat an opponent I take a step
closer. So all the guys at the top, better start preparing. And as for Paddy
tonight well I hope you.

(Tamer clears his throat.)

Tamer: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!

FADE

>>>

(dale grabs a mic and gets into the center of the ring.)

Dale: I was distracted all night. I feel as if I have not beaten Scotty enough. that is why, I am coming to get him!

(The scene fades as Dale heads to the back)

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