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

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about ready to see Lowedown's psychiatric visit here tonight!

King:I still think this is a waste of time! We all know Lowedown is a certified nut! HAHAHA!

JR:Lowedown was ordered by Stone Cold Bruiser to get this psychiatric visit or he wouldn't be wrestling here tonight!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown looks at the ring and sees the Doctor and his assistant waiting patiently in the middle of the ring. Lowedown begins mocking the Doctor by circling his finger next to his temple and making funny faces. As Lowedown slides into the ring, he lays on the mat and begins to spin around in a circle. The Doctor watches this and shakes his head and laughs. Rebecca, the assistant is jotting down a quick note as he pops back up on his feet and looks at the crowd and smiles...)

JR:I think Lowedown is going to make this one big joke.

King:Lowedown? Make a joke out of something? I've never heard of him doing such a thing. HAHAHA!

(Lowedown walks around the ring and even playfully nudges the Doctor's assistant and then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and raises his arms high in the air. The crowd erupts as Lowedown hypes up the crowd and then slowly drops back down and runs right over to the couch and leaps on it. Flame walks over and grabs a microphone and tosses it over to her husband...)

Lowedown:What do you say baby? Why don't we skip this interview and just use this as a "casting couch" for one of our special movies?

(The crowd whistles as Lowedown leans back and makes a "come hither" motion to Flame as she begins to saunter over. The Doctor steps in between them and tries to break it up. Lowedown laughs as he gets comfortable on the couch. The Doctor pulls his chair close to Lowedown and begins the interview...)

Dr.Peters:I'm glad that you have found time here tonight to come here and...

Lowedown:Whoa there! Do yourself a favor and get right to the point would ya? I didn't need this bullbleep! Stone Cold threw me into this so save the drama pal! Let's get going here!

(Rebecca begins jotting down something else as Flame looks over her shoulder and giggles...)

Dr.Peters:I would like to ask you a few simple questions to get us better acquainted alright?

Lowedown:Let it roll partner.

Dr.Peters:What brought you into wrestling?

Lowedown:A limousine.

(Crowd laughs)

Dr.Peters:No. I mean, what made you decide to become a wrestler?

Lowedown:Look Doc. I don't want to get to know you and I've got too much drama in my life to spend on this show. Besides, there are matches that these people want to see here. So, I just want you to get down to business alright?

Dr.Peters:I understand. If you want to go right to the main topic, we can do that.

Lowedown:Thank goodness! I got a cold beer with my name on it sitting in the cooler of my truck.

(Dr.Peters flips through a few pages and then gets to a series of questions...)

Dr.Peters:Tell me something Lowedown about what triggers your anger. What is it about the other wrestlers, especially Master Z, that bring to a level of almost a certain...insanity?

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he sits up and looks at the doctor...)

Lowedown:Master Z is the most useless piece of garbage in this business and everybody in this crowd and around the world know this! Master Z doesn't deserve to hold the World title and everyone around here knows it!

Dr.Peters:And just who does "deserve" to hold that World championship title?

(Lowedown looks at the Doctor and opens his eyes wide and points to himself...)

Lowedown:HELLO?!? Are you sure you're an actual doctor? Did you roll some nerd in the parking lot after he graduated from Psyche U and steal his diploma? Why don't you stay here and I'll go get you someone who needs an actual shrink! This bullbleep is over! I'm outta...

(Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking is heard throughout the arena as Stone Cold makes his way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown begins making his way up the rampway and is confronted by Stone Cold. Both men exchange words as Lowedown points to the Doctor in the ring. Stone Cold continues to berate Lowedown and then pulls Lowedown's contract from his back pocket and holds it in front of him. Lowedown stares at the contract for a solid minute and then drops his head down and makes his way back into the ring. Stone Cold walks behind him and then grabs a chair. Stone Cold sits at the bottom of the rampway and keeps his eyes on Lowedown...)

JR:Lowedown wanted to leave and Stone Cold wouldn't have it!

King:Lowedown knows he crazy! Why can't anyone else see it?

(Lowedown slowly makes his way over to the couch and sits back down...)

Dr.Peters:I'm going to throw some words out and when I do, I want to say the first thing that comes to your mind. Alright?

Lowedown:Alright.

(Dr.Peters looks at his list of words and begins...)

Dr.Peters:Car?

Lowedown:Crash.

Dr.Peters:Ball?

Lowedown:PUPPIES!

Dr.Peters:(Looking confused)Taxi?

Lowedown:Bullbleep!

Dr.Peters:Chair?

Lowedown:Nailing Master Z in the back of the head and watching him drop to the mat like a sack of bricks and then continuously bashing it down on his body until he loses consciousness. Then, I would use that chair and place it on Z's neck and pounce up and down over and over again until that chair broke into pieces. And as Master Z is quivering in his own blood, I would drop down to the mat and listen...

Dr.Peters:(Nervously asks)Listen for what exactly?

Lowedown:Listen for his heartbeat to slow down. Listen to the beat go...slower...and slower...and slower. And when it's down to his very last beat, I will pull the heart from his chest and hold it in my hand. I will hold it in front of him and squeeze the life out of it. Then, I will hold the World title and his soul in my hands. Is that what you wanted to hear?!? Did you want to hear that I cannot stand the sight of him! I can't stand him breathing my air! I will not rest until his life is in my hands! DO YA FEEL ME DOC?!?

(Both Doctor Peters and Rebecca begin jotting down notes feverishly. Dr.Peters drops his pen multiple times as Lowedown leans in and watches Stone Cold rise off his chair. Lowedown looks over at Stone Cold who has a stunned look on his face as Lowedown slowly rises off the chair and walks over to the ropes and stands above him. Lowedown holds the microphone up and speaks to him...)

Lowedown:(Talking through his teeth) What do you say Bruiser? You mind if I leave and get myself ready for my match? I think we had a real...breakthrough.

(Stone Cold shrugs his shoulders and throws his hands towards Lowedown and walks away. Lowedown looks over at the Doctor and then flinches at him, causing him to fly over the couch and onto the mat. Lowedown and Flame leap over the top rope and climb over the railing and makes their way into the crowd...)

JR:I don't know what to make of that whole scene!

King:Scene? Lowedown just confessed to wanting to pull Z's heart out and squeeze the jelly out of it! He's definitely nuts!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

>>>

(Tamer is sitting alone in a room that is connected to the PT locker room.
There is some noise coming from the locker room but none of it is clear.
Inside the room Tamer has the Hardcore title and his Prime Time jacket lying
on a table. Tamer is holding a picture in his hand and has a dead stare on
it.)

Tamer: (mumbling) Why am I doing this...

(Tamer tosses a the picture over to the side.)

Tamer: I've got everything... Everything... A title, a girlfriend, and
my...family.

(Tamer runs his hand through his hair.)

Tamer: Why is it when you finally get what you always wanted it's never
enough? You always want more... Or maybe something you had once... Nothing
ever makes sense...

(Tamer grabs the Hardcore title and throws it over his shoulder.)

Tamer: Right now the present calls me... I have a Elimination Chamber match
to qualify for.

(Tamer picks up his Prime Time jacket as he leaves and something falls from
it landing next to the picture he was looking at earlier. The camera pans
over to focus in on the, what we can now see, are two pictures. The one
Tamer was looking at was a picture of Tamer and Tyrone Smith, both of them
holding their titles. The picture that fell from Tamer's jacket is a picture
of Rachel Pitt...)

FADE

(The camera cuts to a backstage monitor, where Dizi is watching. A look of shock on her face gives way quickly to hurt. She turns and heads towards the locker room area. The camera follows Dizi as she walks by the Prime Time Locker Room and heads into the Syndicate Locker Room. Donnie is sitting on the couch, talking on his cell phone when his sister walks in.)

Donnie: Diz, I'm in the middle of...

(Donnie trails off and takes a closer look at his sister, then directs his next comment into the phone.)

Donnie: I'll call you back.

(Donnie shuts off the phone and shoves it into his pocket as he stands up.)

Donnie: What's wrong?

(Dizi bursts into tears and flings herself at her brother. Donnie pats her on the back and makes shushing noises until she's a tiny bit calmer then pushes her back so he can look into her face.)

Donnie: Tell me what happened.

Dizi: (betweens sobs) I'm not... enough... and he wants... and she's...

Donnie: He who? She who?

Dizi: And it was on.... and everyone....

Donnie: Slow down. What was on?

Dizi: (sniffles) The monitor.... and he said... and he doesn't....

Donnie: He who? Doesn't what?

Dizi: He... he... he... doesn't... love me.

Donnie: Doesn't love... Tamer? Did Tamer hurt you?

Dizi: I thought... he... he... he...

Donnie: What did he do?

Dizi: He wants... more... he wants... her.

Donnie: Another woman?

(Dizi nods and takes a deep breath.)

Donnie: Did he tell you that? Or someone else?

Dizi: No... no... nobody... I saw it.

Donnie: Saw it where?

Dizi: On the... monitor.... he said... he wants her... he doesn't... love me... anymore... I don't... don't... don't... think he... ever did!

(Dizi starts crying again and Donnie pulls her into his arms, patting her on the back.)

Donnie: It's okay, Dizi... I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I'll take care of everything.

(The door to the locker room swings open and Witherspoon walks in with two bottles of beer in one hand. He turns and notices Dizi crying on Donnie and blinks in Surprise.)

Donnie: It's going to be okay, Dizi...

(Donnie pats her comfortingly on the back and looks at Spoon.)

Dizi: Wh... wh... why would... he... do that... to... to... me?

(Witherspoon set the beers on the table and looks down at Dizi and Donnie)

Witherspoon: What happened?

(Dizi turns when she hears Witherspoon's voice. She looks at him, sniffles, takes a deep breath and bursts into a fresh bout of tears. She flings herself into Witherspoon's arms and starts crying again.)

Donnie: (obviously angry) Tamer. He did this.

(Witherspoon wraps his arms around Dizi and lightly rubs her back. He looks over her head at Donnie, frowning slightly.)

Witherspoon: Tamer did?

Donnie: I'm not sure... I think he's cheating on her. She said he doesn't love her. That he wants someone else.

(Dizi starts to cry harder.)

(Witherspoon's frown deepens further, and his ice blue eyes seem to burn.)

Witherspoon: Really, shame on him.

(Witherspoon's hand continues to rub Dizi's back gently)

Dizi: He said... said... said...

Donnie: Said what, Diz? What did he say to you?

Dizi: He said... I wasn't... enough...

Witherspoon: Tamer said that?

(Dizi sniffles and nods, then takes a deep breath.)

Dizi: And he wants... wants... her...

Donnie: Who?

Dizi: I don't... don't... know... but she's... she's.... pretty... and he wants her... and not... not... not... me....

(Dizi buries her face in Spoon's chest and cries.)

Donnie: I knew he'd hurt her. The first time I saw him, I knew it.

(Witherspoon rests one of his hands on the back of her head, looking at Donnie. He nods slightly to him.)

Witherspoon: That little ungrateful *bleep*

Donnie: I should have kept her away from him... I knew he'd hurt her. (shakes his head) I should have never let her near him...

(Dizi pulls a little away from Spoon, sniffles, and looks at Donnie for a minute, then she flings herself back into her brother's arms crying again. Witherspoon walks over and pulls his duffel bag out from a locker. He unzips it and looks inside briefly, then zips it up again, putting it near the door.)

Witherspoon: Can't blame yourself Donnie.

Donnie: I knew he was no good. I let him talk me around though...

(Donnie continues to pat Dizi gently on the back as she cries. Witherspoon nods slightly, tightening his hand into a fist.)

Witherspoon: Donnie, keep an eye on Dizi. I have business to take care of.

(Donnie looks at Spoon for a long minute, then nods.)

Donnie: Thanks.

(Witherspoon nods at Donnie. He strokes Dizi's hair gently, then reaches down and grabs up his duffel and walks from the room. Donnie continues to comfort Dizi as the picture...)

FADES

>>>

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

Fighting out of Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Tamer

(The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. Red and Blue
lights begin to flash as "Stop looking/Start seeing" by Papa Roach begins to
play over the PA system. Tamer walks out onto the stage and stands there for
a second. Tamer rolls his neck and pats the hardcore title and starts his
way down the ramp.)

JR: Tamer has put the Hardcore Challenge on hold.

King: For the second week in a row! Some challenge.

JR: Well last week was the award show and this is a big opportunity.

(Tamer slaps the fan's hands at the bottom of the ramp and then slides in
the ring.)

JR: The winner of this match qualifies for the Bedlam Bowl. Which will be a
Ten-man Elimination Chamber

(Tamer pounds on the hardcore title and then points at all the fans. Tamer
hands his title to the ref then stands in his corner waiting.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(The arena lights dim and the
Irish flag appears on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning
To Ya’ by House of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
King: Here we go J.R; it’s the Irish guy. 
 
(‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the
top of the entrance ramp.  He is dressed
in a tight black tank top, with baggy
white trousers.  He is slim build, but with
very well defined upper body, evidenced
by the tank top.  In one hand he carries
the Irish flag, the other a microphone)
 
JR: Paddy O’Brien making his way
down to the ring.s
 
(Paddy O’Brien continues down to
ringside, and rolls into the ring)
 
JR: Paddy has a big test in Tamer here tonight. 
 
King: Maybe too tough for Paddy.
 
Paddy: Cut teh music!
 
(The music cuts abruptly, and
Paddy continues in a strong Irish drawl)
 
Paddy: Tamer Tamer Tamer, you wanting a crack at the World title?  When you win, remember it started here with me.
 
*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Paddy and Tamer locking up, Tamer
behind with a backlock, Ezekiel with a
hiptoss sends Tamer to the canvas.  Ezekiel lifts him
and throws him to the outside.
 
King: Tamer slowly getting to his feet.
 
JR: Here comes Paddy, bounces off the ropes, and nails a
baseball slide right into the face of Tamer.
 
King: Tamer into the guardrail, Paddy with stiff kicks to
the legs of Tamer.

JR: Tamer goes for a backdrop, but Paddy O'Brien counters it with a sunset flip.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien whips Tamer into the ropes.
Tamer takes Paddy O'Brien down with an Asai moonsault.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer hits an Asai moonsault on Paddy O'Brien.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer throws Paddy O'Brien out of the ring.
Tamer rolls out under the bottom rope.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Tamer throws Paddy O'Brien back into the ring.

JR: Both men are exchanging blows

Tamer is gaining control

Paddy goes for a hard right

Tamer ducks and.

Executes a T-bone suplex!

King: Why can't Dizi accompany Tamer to the ring?

JR: If ya don't mind there's a match going on!

King: Well Rachel did!

JR: King!

Tamer has Paddy up in a vertical suplex position

Tamer turns him and delivers a Falcon Arrow!

Ref: One, Two, Kick-out

King: I miss Rachel.

JR: Could you concentrate on the match!

JR: Both men are up

Paddy has Tamer in a hammerlock

Tamer reverses and German Suplex with a bridge

Ref: One, two, kick-out.

JR: Tamer's looking for a faster count

Tamer is dancing the robot now

The fans love it!

King: Where do you think Rachel is?

JR: Paddy stands

Paddy hits a low knee

Paddy lays in some hard jabs

Knee to the face from paddy

King: Do you think Tamer knows?

JR: Paddy bounces off the ropes

Tamer catches him with a vicious Thrust Spinebuster

Tamer is trying to lock in The Cage!

King: I wonder if he has her number.

JR: Tamer is in a happy relationship with Dizi

And is about to win this Match

Tamer has The Cage Locked in

Paddy is inching towards the ropes

Tamer is leaning back applying more pressure

King: I should ask him.

JR: For the love of!

There's a damn match going on and.

Paddy taps!

Paddy taps out to The Cage

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tamer!

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

PA: AIEIEIE!

(THe crowd roars suddenly as the guitar riff repeats itself, laughter echoing from the speakers. The guitar riff plays again as Tamer and Paddy O'Brian look towards the entrance ramp.)

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: What is going on?

King: Here comes Spoonie! YEAH!

(The music continues to play as no one comes from back stage. Suddenly Witherspoon hops the barrier and slides into the ring, running up behind Tamer and slamming the head of his Post Maul into Tamers head, knocking him to the ground. Paddy O' Brian slides from the ring and runs backstage.)

JR: Witherspoon has just attacked Tamer from behind! What is going on!

King: I dunno, but it looks like Tamer is in trouble!

JR: Tamer is down and not moving at all!

(Witherspoon pushes Tamer from the ring, then slides out after him. he grabs up Tamer's whip anjd wraps it around his throat, dragging him up the ring and to the back.)

JR: Someone get a camera on them!

(The camera fades in on Tamer. His face is discolored from bruises that are forming, and blood pours from Numerous cuts on his face, and his body is heavily bruised. He is tied to a boiler in the furnace room by a length of barbed wire, which his body is leaning against. Witherspoon stands in front of him smoking a cigarette.)

Witherspoon: Really Tamer, how foolish of you. Did you think I wouldn't find out. Your not worthy of Danielle. Never were. Now you've gone and ruined that. Plus, you done pissed the Madman off.

(Witherspoon drives his foot into Tamer's face. Tamers head cracks back against the boiler, and slight hissing is heard as blood strikes the hot metal.)

Witherspoon: You *bleep!*in moron Tamer! I really should kill you.

(Witherspoon slams his fist into Tamer's gut, eliciting a light groan from him)

Witherspoon: But I won't. I'll leave you like this.

(Witherspoon walks over to a bottle of Whiskey. He pulls the top off and takes a swig of it, before walking over to Tamer.)

Witherspoon: D@mn Tamer, you look like hell. Have a drink.

(Witherspoon pours the bottle of Whiskey over Tamer's head. He screams as the liquor burns his wounds. It flows down over his body, turning to light puffs of steam as it hits the boiler. Witherspoon slams his fist into Tamer's face, bloodying his nose. Spoon follows up with a knee to Tamer's Kidney, elciting a low moan of pain. Witherspoon slams his fists into Tamer's face and body repeatedly, the thick sounds of flesh on flesh echo around the furnace room. Witherspoon steps back and winds his fist up, bringing it slamming down into the side of Tamer's skull, snapping his neck around, blood and spit flying from his mouth. Witherspoon walks around and loosens the barbed Wire, causing Tamer to crumple to the ground. WItherspoon drives his boot into Tamer's side hard, driving some of the barbed wire into his side. Witherspoon crouches next to Tamer.)

Witherspoon: Stay away from Danielle.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Backstage, Alexei paces angrily in front of the door to his locker room. In
addition to being frustrated, he also appears very impatient. Eventually,
Omori-san emerges from the room with a single sheet of paper in hand. Before
he has the chance to hand it over, however, Alexei starts up.)

ALEXEI: This is insulting, Omori-san! What gives that low-level inhuman
piece of flesh the right to cost me my chance at the World Championship and
now, NOW he thinks he can take away my chance at the Hardcore Title? You'd
better have that document ready.

(Omori-san quickly rattles off confirmation and hands it over. Alexei takes
it, slowly beginning to look it over, nodding his approval as he reads it.)

ALEXEI: Good, good... That covers everything.

(He looks up to the camera, holding the paper up.)

ALEXEI: You see this, Tamer? This is my guarantee. My insurance. I know
you're so willing to accept any challenge, but you will not just give away
the belt that I *deserve* the shot at! So here's the deal. This is a
contract which states, very clearly, that no matter what happens in the next
two weeks, I will have my Hardcore Title Explosive Barbed Wire Deathmatch at
Bedlam Bowl, no matter who the champion is. I will not lose this
opportunity, no matter who you decide to defend the belt against.

(He pulls a pen from his pocket, signing the contract against the wall
before handing it over to Omori-san.)

ALEXEI: Deliver this to Tamer. I want it signed by the end of the night. I
want this matter taken care of before he loses that belt. I'll get my
championship dues, you'll see.

(Alexei heads back to his locker room and slams the door behind him, leaving
Omori-san to take care of business.)

(Fade...)

(Aquatic is standing around backstage, practicing juggling coins by flipping them from hand to hand.)

Aquatic: 2 Eisenhowers....maybe I'll soon graduate to 3 Kennedies.

(Vernon rounds a corner and Aquatic jumps, dropping her coins.)

Vernon: Well, if it isn't Aquatic. It's been a while...how've you been?

Aquatic: (picking up her coins) Soy Bien, Vernone. Y tu?

Vernon: I can't complain any more than usual, chica. Sorry about your coins there...

Aquatic: Not a problem. My sideshow acts can wait. How's the feud going with that....uh...that Box feller? You two still fighting these days?

Vernon: Please, girl. That man is yesterday's news. I've got bigger fish to fry these days...though I'm not sure exactly what breed. It seems that Billy Black wants a piece of me...but enough about me. What exactly brings you back to the BMWF?

Aquatic: (curtsying.) To visit you, my lord, no other occasion. (Vernon stares at Aquatic hard.) Fine, no more Shakespearian responses. Vernon...you remember when Jarrett and Brock's mother died, correct?

Vernon: Yes, I do recall hearing about that. Of course, it was after the fact, and I wasn't able to catch them before they left...but go on...

Aquatic: Thank you. Well, she left them a deli. Sort of a "sorry for abandoning and orphaning you", very Hallmarky. They've been doing very well, and it suits them very well. But...I can't live that kind of life, Vernon. Day in, day out, inane chatter with customers filling the space. Do you understand?

Vernon: Honey, I understand more than you know. It's really good to see you back though, regardless of the circumstances.

Aquatic: Well, thank you very much. But I do percieve your flattery to be misguided. I'm more of a thorn to Danielle in my current situation than I have potential to be friend to you.

Vernon: Listen, Danielle...she's a great gal, really nice and all. But there 's no history there. It's not like I really know her. With you, there's history, at least. I'm not saying that you should come back to PT or anything..I'm just saying there are no hostilities here.

Aquatic: Thank you very much, Vernon. (She touches his hand, then becomes more aware of it and lets go.) I appreciate that...this whole place could make do with less hostility.

Vernon: Strangely enough...I think I understand completely.

Aquatic: I think you do. By the way, Vernon, did you have a nice Festivus?

Vernon: Oh, uh....sure, I guess. What the hell's a Festivus? Isn't that that Seinfeld thing?

Aquatic: Indeed. You tell everyone how much they've disappointed you, and then you wrestle for a nonexistent championship. I know it was a while ago, but I wasn't here to wish you a good one. Happy Kwanzaa while I'm at it.

Vernon: Indeed. Let's just take the easy way out a just say Happy Holidays. I think that will work nicely...considering it's all ancient history now anyway. But still, it was great to see you again. Good luck this go round.

Aquatic: And with that, I take my leave. (Aquatic flips Vern an Eisenhower silver dollar) I'm sure you don't respect the man as much as I do, but take one. I just recieved a bunch in the mail. See you around, Buddy Boy.

(Aquatic walks out.)

FADE

KING: Isn't it interesting how Aquatic is doing joint RPs with all the same guys as Dizi?

JR: Yes, it is.

KING: And Brodie disappeared about the time Aquatic came back?

JR: Yes, it is.

KING: And isn't all of that foreign language stuff irritating.

JR: Yes, it is!

(fade...)

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale in a medical facility.)

Receptionist: May I help you?

Dale: tell me where Scotty Scott is please.

Receptionist: Are you family?

Dale: Uhh, Yeah, mom wanted me to check on him...

Receptionist. Room 4 down the hall.

Dale: Thanks ma'am.

(Dale heads off down the hall. he then reaches the room and walks in. Scotty is sleeping in the bed.)

Dale: Scotty, Scotty, Scotty. Thought you could escape? Wrong! I am here to give off my last few hits!

(Dale rips out the I.V. needle and blood spurts everywhere. Scotty is still sound asleep. Dale then starts to beat Scotty's face. Scotty wakes up an tries to scream but can't. Dale continues to beat on Scotty and his cut reopens. As he bleeds he presses the Call Nurse button. Dale grabs the tray of food and slams it onto Scotty's face. The nurse walks in.)

Nurse: May I help... Sir. Stop. Leave or I will call the police!

(Dale gets off Scotty and begins to walk toward the door.)

Dale: Scotty you haven't escaped yet!

(The scene fades as Dale walks off.)

>>>

KING: Is Scotty even going to be available for his match tonight? And since when does a BMWF veteran get laid up in the hospital by a newbie!

>>>s

(Kolic is seen stretching before his match, when
Ezekiel walks into the locker room)
 
Kolic: Ezekiel, what’s up man?
 
Ezekiel: I am quite good considering.
 
Kolic: Cool. Ready for our match?
 
Ezekiel: I am looking forward to a straightforward path to
the Elimination Chamber match.
 
Kolic: Really? I happen to disagree. Despite possibly
being considered as taking advantage of someone physically
weak, I will do all I can to win our match.
 
Ezekiel: It is unfortunate Kolic that you do not see where
you priorities lie.
 
Kolic: Woah, I didn’t mean it like that! I meant...bah, I won’t
win this argument. Goodbye, good luck, and I’ll see you later for
our match.
 
Ezekiel: I will see you in the ring.
 
(Ezekiel leaves the room, leaving Kolic to finish stretching before
the camera fades)

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

From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and ‘In the Shadows’
by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way
down to the ring in a black hooded cloak.  In one hand he carries the
chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag.  Over his
shoulder lies the Intercontinental strap)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…
 
JR: Here we go, tonight we see Prime Time members Kolic
and Ezekiel in a qualifying match for the Bedlam Bowl Chamber
Match.
 
King: Kolic received some harsh words from Ezekiel, he’s not been
the same since Tobey dropped that steel on him.
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. 
Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the
duffel bag on it.)
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I
been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…
 
(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre.  The cloak drops
to the ground revealing him in a black leather kilt and black boots.)


LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena, revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination
of lefts and rights on Kolic.  Kolic
in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut
of Kolic. Kolic thrown to the outside,
Ezekiel follows and throws Kolic into
the steel steps.  Kolic’s leg crashed into
the metal steps there.  Ezekiel with a couple
of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by
an elbow drop.  Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring
to break the ref’s count.
 
(Ezekiel throws Kolic’s left leg into
the ring steps once again, then throws
him into the ring.)
 
JR: Ezekiel back to his feet, he’s not looking too happy.

Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes, but Ezekiel reverses it.
Kolic almost takes Ezekiel's head off with a clothesline
Kolic goes for a spin kick, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kolic counters it with a bulldog.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a spin kick.
Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Kolic goes for a spin kick, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Ezekiel executes gutwrench powerbomb on Kolic.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a shoulderblock.

JR: Kolic and Ezekiel trade punches.
Kolic ducks a punch and kicks Ezekiel in the gut.
Kolic hits a spin kick on Ezekiel's head.
Kolic whips Ezekiel into the turnbuckle, and follows in with a clothesline.
Kolic signals for a 10 count punch.

Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7!...

King: Wait! Ezekiel reversed it! He's holding Kolic up...

JR: Wait! Kolic reversed that with a headscissors! Ezekiel is held on the
middle rope! Here it comes...619! Ezekiel is knocked back! Kolic's calling
for the Slide Rule...and hits it! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Ezekiel locks Kolic in ankle lock.
Kolic makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel goes for a savate kick, but Kolic ducks out of the way.
Kolic hits a spin kick on Ezekiel.
Kolic whips Ezekiel into the turnbuckle.
Kolic executes 10 punch in corner on Ezekiel.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a headbutt.
Kolic hits foot choke in corner on Ezekiel.
The crowd is vociferously booing Kolic.
Kolic hits a spin kick on Ezekiel.
Kolic goes for a 619, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel executes a belly-to-back suplex on Kolic.
The chants for Ezekiel are deafening.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a savate kick.
Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Ezekiel.
The crowd is vociferously booing Kolic.

JR: Ezekiel and Kolic fighting back
and forth.  This is a big match for both
of them.  Armbar take down by Ezekiel,
armbar locked in.  Ezekiel with good shooting
 skills.
 
King: Ezekiel needs to do more than
lock on an armbar.
 
JR: True King, and we know what he
can do.  Ezekiel, swings round, a guillotine
choke locked in.  Good combination wrestling.

Kolic uses a spin kick on Ezekiel.
Ezekiel bumps into Bart Farinus.
Al Johnson comes running down to the ring.
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Ezekiel.
Kolic executes a 619 on Ezekiel.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel takes Kolic down with a legsweep.

JR: Kolic has Ezekiel in the corner,
lefts and rights.  Ezekiel drops to the mat,
dragging Kolic and driving him shoulder
first into the turnbuckles.  Good counter
by Ezekiel.  Not finished there, Kolic to
his feet, boot to the gut, Bona Fide into
the turnbuckles.  Kolic looking
understandably daze after that, pulling
himself up on the ropes, sabot kick sends
Kolic tumbling outside the ring. 
Clinical precision shown by Ezekiel. 
Ezekiel follows outside, snap suplex on
Kolic onto the protective matting. 
That will still hurt, the matting isn’t that thick.

They get back into the ring.

JR: Ezekiel just hit a gutwrench bomb on Kolic! This could be over!

Ref: 1, 2, thr-kickout!

King: Slow count!

JR: Ezekiel certainly doesn't look happy about it! Whoa, Kolic just hit a
kip up!

King: Turn around Ezekiel! No!

JR: Kolic just laid Ezekiel out with a heel kick! He's signaling for the
Binary Blast! Ezekiel makes it to his feet, Kolic Irish Whips...no, Ezekiel
reverses! Kolic ducks a clothesline...AND THERE IT IS

No!

JR: Ezekiel manages to avoid contact,
INQUISITION, Ezekiel hooks a leg
 
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ezekiel!

JR: Ezekiel out the ring, he’s got his chair
 
King: Yah!   He’s going to show Kolic the light!
 
JR: Ezekiel no, this is unnecessary!
 
King: No hit him!  What are you waiting for?
 
(Ezekiel stops for  a while)
 
JR: No he’s thrown the chair aside
 
(Ezekiel offers a hand to Kolic, helps him to his feet,
and they both make their way up to the back)

>>>

(The camera cuts to the back where Lowedown and Flame are making their way to the ring for their match. Suddenly Donnie comes running up to Flame looking worried.)

Donnie: Flame, have you seen my sister?

(As Donnie sets up the distraction Lowedown is ambushed from behind by Ash. Donnie grabs Flame and holds her back as Ash begins to viciously attack Lowedown. Ash swings Lowedown around and then sends him face first into the wall. As Lowedown hits face first into the wall, Ash follows in with a brutal hip check that crushes Lowedown’s head into the wall. Ash backs off slightly and grabs a hold of Lowedown by the hair with both hands. Ash begins to repeatedly drive Lowedown’s face into the concrete wall.)

JR: Ladies and gentlemen Lowedown is being viciously assaulted on his way to his qualifying match with Ash. I cannot believe it.

King: This must be the most dysfunctional family ever JR.

(Ash continues to ram Lowedown face first into the wall over and over as Donnie restrains the screaming Flame. As Ash lets Lowedown fall limply to the ground the camera reveals a smeared red stain on the wall where Lowedown was just bludgeoned. Ash pulls the battered Lowdown to his feet and then up onto his shoulder. Ash lets Lowedown slide down slightly then executes a piledriver onto the concrete. Ash grabs Lowedown by the hair and begins to scream into his face.)

Ash: You of all people will understand why I had to do this. I have to do whatever it takes to regain my shot at glory brother. I honestly wish that it didn’t have to be at you expense but so be it.

(Ash looks over at Flame.)

Ash: You know I had to do this Kat, you get him down to that ring so I can finish this. And tell him I’m sorry. Let her go Donnie.

(Donnie releases Flame and backs off. Ash gets to his feet and makes his way to the ring with Donnie leaving Flame to attend to the downed Lowedown.)

JR: How can Lowedown make it to the ring, he’s just been viciously assaulted. Surely this will affect his chances of achieving victory tonight over Ash.

King: I think that was the point JR.

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ll have to take a break and see if Lowedown can even make it down to the ring tonight.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

(The guttural opening guitar of Pantera’s “Drag the Waters” destroys the quiet of the Arena. Ash makes his way from the back and stands at the top of the ramp with Donnie behind him. The crowd is deafening with boos and Ash dodges several pieces of debris thrown from the crowd. Ash soaks in the noise of the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp dodging cups. Ash rolls into the ring as Donnie climbs the stairs and climbs into the ropes. Ash paces back and forth slightly in front of his corner looking up at the ramp.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

Lowedown

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Flame, and Dozer make their way out of the entrance way. Lowedown watches Dozer as he almost loses his balance with his crutches...)

King:How did they find crutches for someone his size?

JR:Crutches R' Us?

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(Lowedown and Ash are standing in the ring as they measure each other up. Both men lock up and Lowedown wastes no time and launches Ash across the ring. Lowedown tilts his head for a moment and then motions for Ash to try him again.. Lowedown runs right up to Ash and begins to trash talk him until he rises back up. Lowedown smiles as he locks up with Ash again and catches him with a knee to the ribs. Lowedown catches Ash with a hard european uppercut that stuns Ash and then catches him with a knife edge chop and then catches him with a fireman's carry and brings him down to the mat. Lowedown locks on an armbar on Ash and begins slapping the back of his head as he is trash talking him at the same time...)

JR:Lowedown shouldn't do this so early in the match!

King:I think he knows Ash better than we do!

JR: Lowedown hits Ash with a kick.
Lowedown executes a sidewalk slam on Ash.
Lowedown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.
Lowedown executes Lock N' Lowed on Ash.
The crowd erupts.
Lowedown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.
Lowedown smacks Ash with a devastating flying clothesline .
Lowedown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Lowedown.
Lowedown throws Ash out of the ring.
Lowedown goes outside.
Lowedown throws Ash back into the ring.
Lowedown smacks Ash with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is giving Lowedown a standing ovation.
Lowedown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Lowedown.
Lowedown nails Ash with a boot to face.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Lowedown.
Lowedown goes for a full nelson, but Ash counters it with a headbutt.
Ash goes for a bearhug, but Lowedown counters it with a punch.
Lowedown goes for a spear, but Ash counters it with a kneelift.
Ash hits a kneelift on Lowedown.
Ash goes for a slap, but Lowedown blocks it.
Lowedown nails Ash with a boot to face.
The crowd is giving Lowedown a standing ovation.
Lowedown takes Ash down with a sidewalk slam.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Lowedown.

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen Ash is pouncing on the battered Lowedown. Trying to exploit the attack backstage.

Ash punches Lowedown with an overhand right
Ash punches Lowedown with an overhand right
Ash punches Lowedown with an overhand right
Ash drives Lowedown into the corner
Ash sets Lowedown on the top rope

JR: Ash climbs to the second rope. He’s got Lowedown’s arm around his shoulder.

King: Look out below

Ash hits Lowedown with a fall-away suplex off the top rope
Ash covers Lowedown.

JR: Lowedown goes for a DDT, but Ash counters it with a low blow.
Ash takes Lowedown down with a roundhouse right.
Ash locks Lowedown in a chokehold.
Charles Robertson warns Ash to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
Ash nails Lowedown with a facerake.
Ash locks Lowedown in a chokehold.
Charles Robertson warns Ash to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Ash locks Lowedown in a chokehold.
Charles Robertson warns Ash to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.

(Lowedown picks up Ash off the mat and manages to power him up and fully executes a fallaway slam that sends him out of the ring. Lowedown looks over at Flame as he dances around the ring and then slides out of the ring after Ash. Lowedown sneaks behind Ash and catches him with a superkick to the back of the head that sends him into the steel steps face first. Lowedown backs away for a moment as he then rushes towards Ash and drives his knee into his that sends him again into the steel steps again. Lowedown grabs the back of Ash's head and slams him down into the top of the steps. Lowedown throws the Ash back into the ring and follows in behind him...)

JR:Lowedown is going after him early!

Ash executes a roundhouse right on Lowedown.
Ash throws Lowedown out of the ring.
Ash goes outside.
The crowd is behind Ash all the way.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Lowedown has been cut open.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Ash climbs back into the ring.
Lowedown follows him back in.
Ash hits a kneelift on Lowedown.
Ash uses a ropeburn on Lowedown.
Ash whips Lowedown into the ropes.
Lowedown hits Ash with an elbow.

Ash whips Lowedown into the ropes
Ash follows Lowedown
Ash hits Lowedown with a clothesline

JR: A brutal clothesline from Ash puts the former champion on his back.

King: I’m not even going to comment on that JR.

Ash applies the figure four on Lowedown
The ref asks Lowedown if he wants to submit
Lowedown refuses to submit
The ref asks Lowedown if he wants to submit
Lowedown refuses to submit
The ref asks Lowedown if he wants to submit
Lowedown refuses to submit

JR: Ash has the figure four wrenched in on his brother. Lowedown refuses to submit though he’s agonizing in pain.

King: He’s in pain, we’re the ones that have to watch this match.

The ref asks Lowedown if he wants to submit
Lowedown refuses to submit
Ash releases the hold.

Ash hits Lowedown with a DDT

JR: A brutal DDT on Lowedown. Ash is dragging Lowedown to his feet.

Ash hit Lowedown with a DDT.

JR: Another devastating DDT on the former champion. Ash is hell bent on either winning this match or ending Lowdown’s career.

King: End Lowedown’s career? You mean we’d be rid of him forever? Come on Ash!!

Ash goes for the cover.

One, two...kickout

Lowedown picks up and sets him up for a powerbomb. Lowedown grabs the tights of Ash and hoists him a few inches higher and then sends him hard down to the mat. Lowedown looks to the crowd as he then grabs Ash once again and sets him up for another powerbomb. Lowedown hoists him up high again and then backs away into the corner. Lowedown then rushes forward and nails a running powerbomb on Ash. Lowedown rises up off the mat and looks around for a moment and then smiles into the camera...

Lowedown whips Ash into the ropes, but Ash reverses it.
Lowedown misses with a clothesline.
Ash goes for a lariat, but Lowedown ducks out of the way.
Lowedown whips Ash into the ropes, but Ash reverses it.
Lowedown smacks Ash with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd erupts.

(Lowedown scoops up Ash and carries him over towards the corner where Flame is and places him in the tree of woe. Lowedown spins around and backs away long enough to catch him with a dropkick to the side of the head. Lowedown looks around the arena as he suddenly bounces off the ropes again and drives his shoulder into the ribs of Ash...)

JR:Lowedown finally pulls Ash out of the corner and he's calling for the Downtime!

King:I think Ash is asleep already!

(Lowedown quickly leaps up to the top turnbuckle and wastes no time as he leaps off and nails Ash in the chest with the "Going Down" elbowdrop. Lowedown then slowly rises up off the mat and gives the signal for the Downtime...)

JR: Ash counters with a jawbreaker.

JR: Ladies and gentlemen, these two superstars have given it their all here tonight. But only one of them is going to be able to walk out of here the winner.

King: The way these two are going at it neither of them will be able to walk out of here.

JR: Ash has Lowedown by the hair. He’s dragging his thumb across his throat.

King: Yaaah! This is it!

JR: This could be all she wrote. That’s the signal for the Lethal Injection, Ash pulls Lowedown back into Lethal Injection.

Ash executes the Lethal Injection.

JR: LETHAL INJECTION! Ash is going for the cover.

Ref: 1…..2….kickout

Lowedown kick out of the pin

JR: I cannot believe it, Lowedown kicked out of the Lethal Injection. Ash cannot believe it.

King: Ash is protesting the slow count.

Lowedown begins to get to his feet
Donnie climbs up on to the ring apron

JR: Donnie is arguing Ash’s case with the ref, he’s got him distracted.

King: What is Ash doing?

Ash pulls something out of his tights

JR: Ash pulled something out of his tights! He’s slipping it onto his hand.

King: Yaah! Lowedown is making it to his feet, he’s coming towards Ash.

Ash hits Lowedown with a loaded right cross

JR: Ash just hit Lowedown with that loaded right hand. He’s knocked Lowedown out cold I think.

King: Yahh!

JR: Donnie is stopping his protests, the ref is turning around and sees Ash going for the cover.

The ref counts…

One, two...shoulder up.

Flame distracts the ref!

Ash tries to hit Lowedown with the Loaded Fist, but Lowedown snatches it from him.
Charels Robertson is back on the job.
Lowedown hits Ash with the Loaded Fist.
Charles Robertson calls for the disqualification.
The crowd is booing Ash.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ash!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Ezekiel is walking out to his rental car. Ezekiel opens the trunk and is putting his equipment up, when Tobey Miliken jumps him from behind and attack him with a sledge hammer to the back of the head. Ezekiel falls over into the trunk of the car. Tobey slams the trunk and walks away. Tobey makes his way through the back.)
 
Tobey: PLAY MY MUSIC...NOW!
 
("Vertigo" plays and Tobey makes his way out to the ring. Tobey is still holding the sledge hammer and walks down and slides into the ring.)
 
Tobey: OK cut it NOW!
 
(The crowd boos.)
 
Tobey: Zeke, you have something that I want. The Intercontintental Championship. I want it, and I want it next week at Bedlam.
 
(The crowd boos more.)
 
Tobey: OH SHUT UP! What do you all know anyways. Next week Zeke...Next Week! On our one year anniversary in this fed I will take it away from you. By the way, what you morons seen happen while ago, was what we in show business call a tape delay. Can we back to Zekes car now LIVE!
 
King: UH OH JR, I got a bad feeling about this.
 
(The LIVE feed shows Zeke's car up in flames. The entire car is engulfed with fire.)
 
JR: OH MY GOD!
 
King: He is really after Zeke.
 
Tobey: NEXT WEEK ZEKE! I want your freaky Freddy Kruger looking butt in the ring and if you think I was smoking tonight, you wait until next week.
 
King: Is he still in that car JR?
 
JR: We can only hope he wasn't.
 
(Then a big explosion. The car is is completely destroyed.)
 
King: OH MY!
 
Tobey: Hit MY MUSIC.
 
(Tobey slides out of the ring and has a evil grin upon his face again.)
 
 >>>

(The scene opens focused on Tamer who is sitting in the Prime Time locker
room with music lightly playing in the background jotting down some thing in
a notebook. There is a knock at the door, which breaks Tamer's
concentration. Clancy R. Beauregarde crosses the screen to answer the door.)

Clancy: Yes? How's that? Hold on. Tamer I think it's for ya, some fella
with a contract.

(Tamer nods and sets the pencil and notebook on the table. The camera
follows Tamer as he stands and makes his way to the door. Omori-san is
standing in the doorway holding a contract.)

Tamer: Is this it?

(Omori-San nods and hands Tamer the contract. Tamer flips through the pages
skimming it.)

Tamer: This is everything we talked about, correct?

Omori-san: Sayou.

(Tamer nods his head.)

Tamer: So if I lose the title in a match between now and the Bedlam Bowl
Alexei will face the Hardcore Champion no matter who it is?

Omori-san: Seikai

Tamer: Do you have a pen?

(Omori-san hands Tamer a pen. Tamer presses the contract up against the wall
and signs it. Tamer hands it back to Omori-san.)

Tamer: Merushi- Omori-san.

Omori-san: Adyu-.

(Omori-san walks away and Tamer closes the door as we fade.)

>>>

(The scene opens with Michael Bole inside Master Z's locker room holding a microphone. Master Z sits in a chair with the world title around his waist. Behind Master Z there are a number of award trophies from the week before.)

Michael Bole: Master Z, your comments on the awards ceremony last week!

Master Z Sure Bole! You see, there are many things that a man can be proud of. My world title belt is one of them. All of those Blammy Awards behind me are another. But if you're Lowedown, you have nothing to be proud of! Each and every one of those awards Lowedown won last week I helped him get! Who won him the feud of the year award? Me! Who put his name in the top event of the card? Me! Lowedown is nothing without Master Z!

Michael Bole: But Ma......

Master Z: I'm not finished, Bole! You as well as everyone else in this federation needs to realize that I am the world heavyweight champion! Not Lowedown, not Scotty Scott, not anyone! I am the best of the best! Nobody has even come close to taking this title from me, as you may have already seen if you paid attention during the prior year!

Michael Bole: With Lowedown on your mind how do you plan on concentrating on your match with Scotty Scott?

Master Z: Scotty Scott is a shell of his former self, Bole. Scotty, for a brief moment, was a Brotherhood member. For that moment he was at the top of his career. You can't go wrong teaming with me!

(Master Z takes a moment to shine up the world title with a nearby towel.)

Master Z: Scotty Scott has gone downhill since he decided he wanted to go a seperate direction that Master Z! He isn't even one of the top ten worries on my mind right now.

Michael Bole: Ten worries?

Master Z: You know, being the world champion comes with alot of responsibility. Responsibility that Scotty Scott couldn't handle and responsibilities that Lowedown couldn't handle. Why do you think I've been so successful Bole? Because I cheat? No! Because nobody else can compete at my level and still go about with their everyday lives! I am just that good! So let Scotty Scott come down to the ring tonight and give it his all! Let Lowedown come and try to interfere with my match! I'll take them both on and beat them both down! Nothing will change, Bole! I am staying the world champ!

LILLY: This contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

The BMWF World Champion...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" blasts through the arena signaling several spotlights to focus on the entrance curtain. Before long, Master Z emerges wearing the world title around his waist. Master Z points at the booing crowd and then to his title. Master Z struts down the isleway and enters the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over as Scotty Scott walks out to the boos of the fans.)

KING: Look! I think he even brought his IV with him!

(He is joined by Donnie McPhereson. Donnie has the BMWF World Tag Team title draped over his shoulder and looks around the arena with pride. Scotty stands at the top of the rampway peering through the infamous tattered black towel. They begin to walk down towards the ring. Donnie stops and trashes some fan at ringside who is badmouthing Scotty. Scotty stops and walks over. The fan sits down and they begin back towards the ring. Scotty steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. Donnie goes to Scotty's side.)

Donnie: <trash talk Master Z majorly>

Scotty: Z... We been down this road so many times... We been partnas... We been opponents... We been the main event at Bruisermania... What we have done will wit outta doubt go down as part of BMWF lore... But tanight, we write a new chapta... It is a chapta where yer not gonna be the most dominate man in the match... It is a dawn of a new era... An era where the Syndicate reigns supreme....

Donnie: Tonight is the beginning. The Syndicate is going to become the most dominate stable the BMWF has ever seen. No one, past or present, will hold a candle to us. Not the Fold, the Union, the bWo, ECF'NW. They're all the past. And as for the 'Stable of the Year' better know as Prime Time... your time is over. The Syndicate is taking over.

Scotty: That bein' said... Z, all I have ta say is this... It's real simple... Beat me... If ya can... Survive... If I let ya....

JR: Master Z is asking for a microphone. He must have a few words to say to his former Brotherhood teammate Scotty Scott!

Master Z: Scotty Scott, I have a bone to pick with you my brother! You and I never used to see eye to eye. I'd even go as far as saying that you were my arch enemy for most of my career in the BMWF. Then one day something clicked. We realized that instead of having me beat you down week after week, we should team up and destroy every other man in this federation. At that moment The Brotherhood was reformed.

(Master Z slides his shaes off his face and flings them at his corner.)

Master Z: Everything was going well. You and I were dominating as a team.

KING: You bet you were!

Master Z: Scotty, then you did something that even surprised me. You disappeared for a matter of weeks! Not days, weeks!

JR: He was having some technical problems I hear!
KING: What you mean, JR?

Master Z: You left the Brotherhood! You left the BMWF! As a matter of fact, your contract was just about to expire when BOOM! You come crawling back the the boss asking for forgiveness! But did you come back to Master Z asking for forgiveness? No! Did you come back to The Brotherhood where you belonged? No! That was the biggest mistake of your career Scotty! Leaving the most powerful group of wrestlers ever to exist was by far the stupidest thing you've ever done!

KING: So true, JR! So true!

Master Z: You never had an explaination for me Scotty to this day! But I guess things have finally slipped back to how they were. That's fine by me. I feel very comfortable whooping you on a regular basis. I'm perfectly fine sending you to the hospital! I am the god of this sport and when you turn on me, you turn on your heath. You turned on your own well-being, Scotty! You turned on your career!

JR: OH MY! Master Z just poked Scotty Scott in the eyes! What a cheap shot!

KING: That's what he gets!

JR: Master Z kicks Scotty in the groin then follows with a knee to the forehead!

Scotty is down!

(Master Z steps back into his corner in order to remove his world title belt.)

Master Z: You threw it all away, Scotty! The worst mistake of your life!

JR: Master Z takes a running start and clotheslines Scotty Scott out of the ring!

Scotty Scott lands on his head on the outside!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Master Z goes outside of the ring.
Master Z nails Scotty Scott with a legsweep.
Master Z hits Scotty Scott with a legsweep.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z nails Scotty Scott with a low blow.
Master Z throes Scotty Scott back into the ring, then goes back in after him.
Master Z chops Scotty Scott.
The cheers for Master Z are drowning out the boos.

JR: Master Z grabs Scotty Scott by the head and runs his eyes down the top rope

As Scotty howls in pain, Master Z shoves his mouth into the ropes.

The ropes push deep into his mouth painfully stretching his lips back.

Master Z: Eat it, Scotty! Eat it!

(Master Z releases the move letting Scotty Scott stumble around the ring bleeding from the mouth.)

JR: Master Z kicks Scotty in the kidney

Master Z uppercuts Scotty in the groin

Master Z shoves Scotty Scott into the turnbuckle

Master Z rains down rights and lefts into the face of Scotty Scott

Master Z is an animal!

Master Z hits Scotty Scott.
Master Z doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Master Z kicks Scotty Scott.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z hits a hiptoss on Scotty Scott.

JR: Scotty has been showing signs of the dominance that he and Donnie have spoken about so many times tonight.

King: He has? I mean...They are great JR. Just admit it.

JR: They are a good group of men but...

King: Oh my God JR!!! Did you see that?

JR: Scotty just nearly took Master Z's head of with a clothesline.

King: Master Z actually left the mat!!!!!

JR: And look at how smug Donnie is looking there at ringside. He is becoming more and more like the Syndicate everyday.

King: Greatness rubs off on you. You should know that by now JR. I've been trying to do that for you for the last few years.

JR: Master Z executes a powerbomb on Scotty Scott.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Master Z hits Scotty Scott with a powerbomb.
Master Z uses the ropes for leverage.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Master Z puts Scotty Scott in a bearhug.
Scotty Scott is struggling to reach the ropes.
Scotty Scott makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.

JR: Master Z grabs Scotty by the throat and lifts him off the ground!

KING: Scotty needs to grow a little taller!

JR: Scotty's legs dangle helplessly and Master Z refuses to release the grip around his throat!

(Scotty's eyes begin to roll back into his head as Master Z finally releases the hold.)

Master Z: Get up, Scotty! I'm tired of picking you up!

JR: Master Z begins to kick Scotty Scott in the side of the head, ribs, and hip!

Master Z grabs Scotty by the tights and pulls him to his feet

Instantly, Master Z hits a DDT sending Scotty flat onto his back once again

Master Z goes for a punch, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott hits a belly-to-back suplex on Master Z.
Scotty Scott hits Master Z with a missle dropkick.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Scott whips Master Z into the ropes.
Master Z uses throat punch on Scotty Scott.

JR: Z hits the ropes... Donnie just tripped Master Z!!!!!

King: Scotty is coming up behind Z!!!!

JR: GERMAN SUPLEX AS Z WAS DISTRACTED BY DONNIE MACPHEARSON!!!!!!

King: A thing of beauty!!!!!

JR: Collar-and-elbow tie up.

King: Don't see that much anymore.

JR: Scotty weasles his way behind Master Z and takes Master Z down with a leg trip.

King: What in the....

JR: Scotty has Z in what appears to be an inverted Walls of Jericho but has his feet trapped under his armpits!!!!!

King: Scotty just grabbed Z's hands!!!!

JR: Scotty is now just smashing the face of Master Z into the mat repeatedly!!!!

King: I can't believe this!!!!

JR: Master Z hits throat punch on Scotty Scott.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Scotty Scott hits Master Z with a kick.
Scotty Scott goes for a hammerlock, but Master Z reverses it.
The boos are resurfacing again.

JR: Scotty has Master Z set to be piledriven.

King: Master Z counterd!!!!!

JR: Z is sending Scotty over.... SCOTTY HELD ON!!!! SCOTTY PILEDROVE MASTER Z IN DRAMATIC FASHION!!!!!

King: That has to be the most amazing thing I have ever seen!!!!

JR: Scotty whips Master Z into the corner.... Z accidentally knocks the referee out!!!!

King: Z nails Scotty with the Atomic Driver!!!!

JR: What is Donnie doing in the ring?

King: I don't know.

JR: OH MY GOD!!!! DONNIE JUST SHOT A FIREBALL IN THE FACE OF MASTER Z!!!! JUST LIKE THE SHEIKKK!!!!!!!

NO IT BACKFIRED! DONNIE IS ON FIRE!

KING: HA HA HA!

JR: Master Z lifts Scotty to his feet and kicks him in the groin

What a cheater!

(Master Z gorilla presses Scotty Scott high in the air and drops him on his head.)

JR: Master Z is smiling and carrying Scotty Scott over to the ropes

Master Z lifts Scotty Scott to the top rope

Master Z climbs to the second rope

Master Z yells "This is why the Atomic Driver won the Blammy!"

*CRACK*

JR: Master Z just flattened Scotty Scott with that Atomic Driver!
Master Z doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Master Z goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Master Z doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

JR: We're outta time!

KING: YAHHH!

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