BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 1/19/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : The Scope Norfolk Virginia

(The show opens inside the The Scope Norfolk Virginia. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out The Scope Norfolk Virginia Welcome to BMWF Bedlam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

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

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge appears from behind the curtains and begins to make his way down the ramp. The Judge is wearing a black bWo shirt and has the BMWF Hardcore title wrapped around his waist. He enters the ring and raises his Hardcore title in the air as the crowd cheers. The Judge grabs a mic from ringside as the crowd continues to cheer.)

Judge: Ya know, when I first arrived at the building a few hours ago, I was expecting to pick the participants to my Bar Room Brawl match near the end of the show, but I decided not to make my Jury right here in Norfolk, Virginia wait that long!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Can I have the hat please?

(A member of the BMWF ring crew hands The Judge a top hat.)

Judge: Inside this hat are the names of everyone I asked to be in the Bar Room Brawl match. Unfortunately, I can't have all of you participate, but right now I am going to pick four names out of this hat and those people will go on to the Bedlam Bowl and get their Hardcore title shot.

(The Judge shuffles the hat and then reaches inside and pulls out a paper. He opens the paper and looks at the name.)

Judge: The first participant in the Bar Room Brawl match will be...RYUSHI FUJITA!

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Fujita's name. The Judge reaches inside the hat again and picks out another name.)

Judge: The second participant in the Bar Room Brawl match will be...KOLIC!

(The crowd boos at the mention of Kolic. The Judge picks another name out of the hat.)

Judge: The third participant in the Bar Room Brawl match will be...IGNITION!

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Ignition. The Judge picks out a final name out of the hat.)

Judge: And the last participant in the Bar Room Brawl match will be...THE DAWG!?!

(The crowd laughs as The Judge crumples up the paper.)

Judge: He quit anyway.

(The Judge pulls one more name out of the hat.)

Judge: And the last participant in the Bar Room Brawl match will be...HARDCORE HARRY!

(The crowd boos at the name of Hardcore Harry.)

Judge: So at the Bedlam Bowl, it will be The Judge vs. Fujita vs. Kolic vs. Ignition vs. Hardcore Harry for the BMWF Hardcore Championship in a Bar Room Brawl match!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: I'll see you all there!

(The bWo theme hits as The Judge heads to the back, working the crowd.)

KING: Aren't all of those guys involved in other matches?

JR: I guess they'll be wrestling more than once! Let's go to our first match of the evening! 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
From Bombay, India...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
From The Darkside...
Weighing in at 400 pounds...

"The Mastedon" Slayder


*DING DING!*

JR: There's the bell!
Slayder whips Zabu into the ropes.
Slayder uses a bodyslam on Zabu.
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Zabu gives him a flying clothesline, but Slayder doesn't even care.
Zabu grabs a hold of Slayder's mask.
Jack Slone threatens Zabu with disqualification.
Zabu tears away on the mask.
Slayder stops Zabu.
Zabu leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Zabu runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Zabu gives him a kick to the head, but Slayder doesn't even care.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.
Zabu gives him a dropkick, but Slayder only stares at him.
Slayder whips Zabu into the ropes.
Slayder hits Zabu with an elbow.
Slayder hits a belly-to-belly suplex on Zabu.
Slayder has the crowd going wild.
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Zabu takes Slayder down with a kick to the midsection.
Zabu whips Slayder into the ropes.
Zabu misses with a shoulderblock.
Zabu misses with a clothesline.
Slayder hits Zabu with a shoulderblock.
Slayder hits Zabu with a knife edge.
Slayder hits Zabu.
Zabu hits Slayder.
Zabu is being booed out of the building.
Zabu hits Slayder.
Slayder punches Zabu.
Slayder has the crowd going wild.
Zabu chops Slayder.
Zabu leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Zabu runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Zabu gives him a kick to the head, but Slayder doesn't budge.
Zabu whips Slayder into the turnbuckle, but Slayder reverses it.
Slayder charges into the corner.
Slayder hits a forearm smash on Zabu.
Slayder uses a Gorilla Press on Zabu.
Slayder takes Zabu down with a forearm smash.
Slayder nails Zabu with a belly-to-back suplex.
Slayder covers Zabu.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Slayder whistles and does the Slayder hand signal.
Slayder has the crowd going wild.
Slayder executes a Gorilla Press on Zabu.
Slayder has the crowd going wild.
Slayder goes for a kick to the midsection, but Zabu blocks it.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.
Zabu executes a kick to the head on Slayder.
Zabu executes a roundhouse right on Slayder.
Zabu goes for a roundhouse right, but Slayder blocks it.
Slayder uses a mouth tear on Zabu.
Slayder hits Zabu with a headbutt.
Slayder whips Zabu into the ropes.
Slayder takes Zabu down with a kick to the midsection.
Slayder nails Zabu with a kick to the head.
Slayder takes Zabu down with a powerbomb.
Slayder goes for the Slayder Bomb, but Bill Alfonzie shoves him off
the turnbuckle.
Slayder has the crowd going wild.
Jack Slone disqualifies Zabu.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING!*

LILLY: The winner is Slayder!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty is walking into the Scope when Michael Bole sees Scotty and rushes over to him.)

Bole: Scotty I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes.

Scotty: Ok man... Just a few. I have had a really emotional weekend this weekend and I need to get ready for my match tanight.

Bole: Friday night was a very emotional night for you.

Scotty: It was a home coming so to speak. South Carolina is a special place and always will be. When I was growin' up... I lived like forty minutes from the Florence Civic Center and that made it speacial to me. I sat there in the locker room waitin' on muh match and I thought 'bout how me and muh Dad would go and watch rasslin' at Cheraw High School where we lived. We saw all the big names of the old Jim Crocket promotion called Mid-Atlantic Championship Rasslin'. It was and always will be special to me.

Bole: But on to what lies in the future for Scotty Scott... Latino Heat has been really trashing you for the last few weeks.

Scotty: I have said it before and I will say it 'gain... Latino Heat needs to take responsiblty for his own actions. He blames me for everythin'... But if it weren't for me... Latino Heat would still be workin' at Taco Bell and not here in the greatest rasslin' promotion in the world. He talks 'bout how it is muh fault that he has been on a losin' streak. He claims it was muh fault that the Union has been in shambles... Not so though... I left the UNion in his hands... If they sunk or exciled it was all up ta him. Ya see what happened... Hardcore Harry wants muh boy Iginition... Latino Heat, now claimin' that he wnats some of me in that riing out there.... Heat all I gotta say ta ya is this... Be careful what'cha ask for it just may happen. But ya know Heat... I thought 'bout this long and hard sometimes ya gotta show someone tough love... Latino Heat, ya claim ya want me... Let's up the stakes.... At Bedlam Bowl let's do exactly whacha want... Let's meet finally in that riing... BUt ya know I said tough love... Well, Latino Heat if yer the man that ya think ya are... Face me in a strap match.... You and me in the ring with a ten foot leather strap between us.... We can us that strap to beat the livin' Hell outta each other and it be totally legal. But then 'gain, ya wouldn't know much 'bout bein' a man... Ya trashed muh boys that I helped get inta the BMWF... But they looked up ta ya... So now it is time for tough love ta shine... Heat, if ya the man ya think ya are accpet muh challenge....

Bole: What about tonight's match up. You and Ignition are teaming up not only against Lowedown and Whiet Lighting, but Tyrone Smith and Tamer, and Master Z and Hardcore Harry. What do you think of this match up?

Scotty: I got respect for every one of them. The history between me and Lowedown and Master Z is no secret. We have battled all over the world 'gainst each otha... So that is old hat for me. Tyrone Smith, we been down that road before as well a time or two. Whiet Lightin', Tamer, and Harry have been in there with me at times but never ta the extent that the rest of us have. I'm lookin' forward ta facin' them tanight.... And showin' the world that they may have got what it takes but me and muh boy Iggy have a little more than anyone else tanight.

Bole: Well Scotty, I want to thank you for your time and for talking to me.

Scotty: Any time Bole... Any time.

JR: We’re back.

King: Now we gotta sit through a few words by Ignition himself.

JR: I wonder what he has to say about his match with Harry.

King: Does it matter?

JR:  Yes it does King, oh hold on, here he is.

(The scene opens of in Ignition’s car garage where he is working on a
hemi-truck. The hood is up and Ignition is fiddling with something in the
engine. Ignition has on a white t-shirt, and jeans. All of a sudden a voice
is heard behind Ignition.)

Voice: Hey Ignishun, remember me?

(Ignition suddenly stops what he was doing and raises his head. He has an
annoyed look on his face. Ignition turns around and to his dismay the Red
Neck from the other week is standing behind him.)

JR: That’s that guy from when Ignition was signing autographs.

King: HAHA, he is crazy!!!

Ignition: How could I forget.

Red Neck: Now befo'e yo' git all angry, ah got a proposishun fo' ya.

Ignition: A what?

Red Neck: Yo' know, a proposishun. . .

Ignition: You mean a proposition?

Red Neck: Whutevah. . .

Ignition: Well, what’s you name?

Red Neck: Wal, mah momma calls me Earl Lee, but ev'ryone else calls me J.B.

(Ignition looks at the camera with a confused look on his face.)

Ignition: Earl it is then. . .see ya later.

(Ignition turns and starts to walk inside the building, but Earl runs after
him.)

Earl: Hold on Ignishun, doesn't ya wanna hear mah idea?!?

(Ignition reluctantly stops and turns around.)

Ignition: Fine, what is it?

Earl: Thet slimeball Harry took yer belt right?

Ignition: Right.

Earl: an' doesn't ya be hankerin' him t'pay fo' it? Yo' know, put him
through some hell, ah reckon.

Ignition: Don’t I ever Earl, don’t I ever.

(Ignition seems interested now.)

Ignition: What ya got in mind Earl?

Earl: Wal, ah have been watchin' wrestlin' fo' most of mah life, an' ah
knows a thin' o' t'about how t'put someone through a whole lot of hell, ah
reckon.

Ignition: Well, what are ya waitin for, what ya got in mind?

Earl: Remember th' old skoo hardco'e wrestlers? How they used barbed wire,
thoomtacks, an' purdy much through th' book out th' window an' went at it?

Ignition: How could I forget, those matches were brutal beyond belief!

Earl:Then eff'n yer hankerin' t'put Harry through hell, howsabout yo' grow a
pair an' meet him in a Nine Circles of Hell match!

Ignition: A Nine Circles of Hell match. . . never head of it.

Earl: Thet’s on account o' it has nevah been done befo'e! Nobody has had th'
guts t'do one. Th' rin' turns into a warzone, an' it ain't purdy.

(Ignition rubs his chin and thinks for a second.)

Ignition: Tell me more about this, Nine Circles of Hell Match.

Earl: Wal, yer probably framiliar wif it's distant cousin, th' Three Circles
of Hell match, o' as yo' like t'call it, a tables, ladders, an' chairs
match, but th' Nine Circles of Hell match is a whole diffrunt monster.

Ignition: Go on. . .

Earl: Fust off, yer US title will be put above th' ring', like in a ladder
match. Then in ev'ry co'ner of th' ring', thar will be a pole, wif a weapon
hangin' fum it. In etch co'ner outside th' ring', thar will be a pole wif a
weapon hangin' fum it. Now hangin' fum these poles thar won’t be jest enny
old weapon. Thar will be brutal, nasty, an' destruckive weapons. Next th'
ropes is wrapped wif barbed wire, an' hyar is th' kicker, th' mats outside
th' rind' is lined wif barbed wire. Th' ladder don't come out until all
weapons haf been taken off of th' poles. To win th' match, yo' hafta git
thet ladder into th' rin', an' grab yer title. Simple inough right? So now
yo' knows why’ th' Nine Circles of Hell match hain't been done befo'e.

Ignition: Hasn’t been done, UNTIL NOW!! Earl, my man, with that little idea
you just came up with, you have sealed Harry’s fate. Come Bedlam Bowl, it
will be Ignition vs. Hardcore Harry in a Nine Circles of Hell match for the
US title. Not only that, but it will be the most brutal match of the night!
More brutal then tha Bar Room Brawl of the Judges, and even the Rumble! We
will get to see how Hardore this guy isn’t, and  everyone will see how I can
do it all in the BMWF!!
(Ignition grabs Earl’s shoulder.)

Ignition: Can I get you a beer?

Earl: Ah bet ah c'd six pack ya unner th' table.

Ignition: You challenging the Best Young Gun to a drinking contest?

Earl: Ah reckon so. . .

Ignition: Well lets go!

(Ignition and Earl walk into the building from the garage, and the scene
cuts back to JR and King.)

JR: Oh my!!! A Nine Circles of Hell match!! The US title above it all, and
in the ring. . .
King: four poles with weapons on them! Same with outside the ring, it’s
going to be chaos JR!

JR: Don’t forget that the ropes are wrapped with barbed wire. .
.
King: The mat’s outside the ring are lines with them too! I am not a fan of
Ignition, but I am gonna watch this match on the basis that he is going to
get killed!

JR: It should be a brutal match King, you’re right about that! We’ll be
right back!

>>>

(Cameras go live outside of the Scope to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, as he does he looks around to see if Big Kev is here. Big Kev's truck is not in the parking lot yet.)

White Lightning: Well, isn't this great! I pay the big dollars to get the best bodyguard money can buy and the man isn't even here!

(White Lightning looks around quickly)

White Lightning: Now, how I am gonna be protected from all the haters out there who are jealous of the Chosen One? Well, if anyone dares to attack the greatest TV Champ ever, I guess I'll have to be ready for them!

(White Lightning quickly walks into the arena mumbling something.)

White Lightning: That big sonofableep better get here soon!

(White Lightning walks into the arena as the camera fades….)

JR: It seems as if White Lightning won't have the edge on his opponents tonight if Big Kev doesn't get here!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

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

Moody: Jacklyn, I'm starting to think you don't care about the Women's division anymore. You've cost me numerous tag matches and you've even gotten Women's title shots that I could have been getting. You're a waste of space in this Women's division and tonight I take you out for good!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: And Jacklyn, I don't care if you agree with it. You can't fight the legal system, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The crowd boos as Judge Moody waits for her opponent.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

JR: Judge Moody attacks Jacklyne J. before the bell.
Judge Moody uses a headbutt on Jacklyne J..

*DING DING*

JR: Aquatic comes to ringside.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with an arm bar.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Judge Moody throws her off.
Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jacklyne J. throws Judge Moody into the turnbuckle, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Judge Moody runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Jacklyne J.
moves out of the way.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. puts Judge Moody in a figure-four leglock.
Judge Moody is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Judge Moody tries to escape the hold.
Judge Moody breaks the hold after 8 seconds.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. chops Judge Moody.
Judge Moody kicks Jacklyne J..
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Jacklyne J. chops Judge Moody.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Jacklyne J. hoists Judge Moody high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Jud
ge Moody crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. goes for a missile dropkick, but Judge Moody side-steps and
Jacklyne J. only hits air.
Judge Moody is met with a "Judge Moody sucks" chant.
Judge Moody locks Jacklyne J. in Ankle Lock Submission.
Jacklyne J. tries to escape the hold.
Jacklyne J. is writhing in pain.
Earl Hepner tells Jacklyne J. to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Jacklyne J. doesn't respond.
Earl Hepner stops the fight after 26 seconds.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING!*

LILLY: The winner is Judge Moody!

JR: We'll be right back!

("TNT" starts to play as the stage fills up with smoke.)

King: What on earth is Ignition doing out here, do you have another
interview scheduled with him JR?

JR: Not that I know of.

(As the smoke clears Ignition is standing at the top wearing a white leather
tank-top, and white leather pants. Ignition has on silver glasses and his
hair is in a pony tail. As he shots his arm into pryo shoots out form behind
Ignition and the fans explode. Ignition smiles as he starts to make his way
fown the ramp. Ignition gets to the bottom then slides under the bottom rope
into the ring. Ignition motions for a mic and one is tossed.)

Ignition: NORFOLK, YA BOY IS HERE!!! LEMME HEAR SOME NOISE!!

(The crowd goes wild)

JR: Listen to this crowd King, they love this guy!

(Ignition looks over at JR)

Ignition: Come on in here JR, I feel the need for an interview, and you are
just the man to do it.

King: You aren't going to go up there are ya JR?

JR: Well, I dont see why not, plus he likes me more than he likes you.

Ignition: Common JR, times a wastin.

JR: See ya in a little King.

King: Traitor!

(JR takes off his headset and walks to the stairs then up them. He walks up
to Ignition with a mic in hand.)

Ignition: Sup big guy?

JR: Just doing what ya asked, and gettin ready to interview ya. You caught
me off guard Ignition, I am not sure what to ask you about.

Ignition: Well, there's alot of things that need to be talked about. Bedlam
Bowl is coming up in a week, and what about the main tonight, the Best Young
Gun is in it. Don't forget about the "Nine Circles of Hell" match between
Harry and I!

JR: Let's start off with this Nine Circles of Hell match. BEfore we do
though, explain it to me some more.

Ignition: Well, it goes like this. MY US title, remember that Harry, MINE,
will be suspended above the ring, but there will be no ladder in sight.

JR: No ladder?

Ignition: Lemme finish.

JR: Ok

Ignition: Then, in the four corners of the ring there will be four poles
with weapons suspended from them. Four more poles will be placed on the four
corners of the outside guardrails, with weapons hanging from them. Now JR,
get ready for this. The ropes will be wrapped with barbed wire, and the mats
outside the ring with be lined with barbed wire as well. So JR, it will be
chaos, chaos, and more chaos!

JR: My oh my! one thing though Ignition, how will you get that belt of yours
if it is suspended above the ring?

Ignition: Oh ya, I forgot to tell ya. When each weapon from each of the
eight poles has been used, the ladder will be brought out, and Harry and I
will battle it out down the stretch!

JR: So let me get thsi straight! All weapons have to be used before the
ladder is brought out!

Ignition: That right JR! I am going to make Harry go through ALL of Hell
before he takes my belt from me! Eight Weapons and a Ladder, "Nine Circles
of Hell"!! ITS GONNA BE CRAZY JR!!!

JR: I can't wait Ignition, I can't wait. What are your thoughts on Harry
betraying you?

Ignition: Where to begin, where to begin.

(Ignition puts his hands on his waist and shakes his head.)

Ignition: Well, it's real simple JR, I think that Harry is a good for
nothing snake! I should have known that all this time he was just being
jealous about me winning the US title, and acheiving heights unknown to him!
To keep it real simple though JR, I am mad, and I want my revenge. Harry got
away with taking my belt to easily last time. Come Bedlam Bowl, if he wants
to take my belt, he will go through some serious, serious stuff! When our
match is all over JR, and Harry is lying, battered and bloodied on the
barbed wire mat, you, and everyone in the BMWF will regognize Ignition as
the FUTURE! Harry will be forever known as the guy who blew his second big
shot!

JR: What kind of weapons will be on the poles?

Ignition: You will see the day of the PPV JR, I gotta have some surprise in
the match.

JR: Alright Ignition, moving on though, your match tonight is your second
main event in a row, what are your thoughts?

Ignition: Can you really tell me your surprised that I am starting to main
event?

(Ignition kidding pokes out his chest and raises his head.)

Ignition: HAHA, no, but I am excited JR, there's a lot mega stars in the
match, and I am just gonna try to give them all a little taste of how
Ignition rolls! Now, my man Scotty is my partner, so personally I think we
have a good chance of taking the match, if we can control the tempo, and
keep Lowedown, on the downlow then the match will be in the hands of the
Union.

JR: The Union? You are still a member?

Ignition: Well as of right now, yes JR, I donno what will happen JR, so
right now yes

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Bole:  Vernon, you've been away from the BMWF for  a
few weeks.

Vernon:  And how sweet it is to finally be back!

Bole:  So what were you doing during that time?

Vernon:  Well, it just so happens that...I'm not going
to tell you.

Bole:  You mean you're going to disappear for several
weeks with no explanation, and then not even elaborate
on where you were when you do return?

Vernon:  Precisely, Michael.

Bole:  But-

Vernon:  Shouldn't we talk about my huge match
tonight?

Bole:  Right.  You're defending your Intercontinental
Title against Pain tonight.

Vernon:  The man who ran last time we were to meet.
Pain - the man who had so much fear of me after my
first month that he had to interfere and cost me the
Bedlam Bowl last January.  You see, the longer I'm
here, the more crusty old legends, pseudo legends, and
veterans come creeping out of the woodwork, begging
for a chance against Yours Truly.  Why?  So they can
attempt to prove they aren't obsolete?  So they can
feel dominant?  Why?  Why, Michael?

Bole:  I don't really know, Vernon.

Vernon:  I'll tell you.  They come to me because I
will it to be so.  They are the moths to my flame.
They come creeping from the darkest night, seeking the
warmth and light I radiate...my spotlight.  Too bad
for them they end up burned to a crisp after running
into me.  Pain, tonight you will burn up in the
Furnace of Fabulosity, and you shall learn the meaning
of the term "Cancelled!"

Bole:  And how about...

(Vernon presses a finger against Bole's mouth,
quieting him.)

Vernon:  Shush.  Don't speak.  Anything more will ruin
this perfect moment, Michael.

(Vernon backs up, removing his finger from Bole's
mouth.  Bole looks stunned as Vernon grins and winks
at him, then disappears around the corner.)

Bole:  Well, uh...on with the show.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu


*DING DING!*

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike executes a kick to the head on Achu.
A few fans are booing Awesome Mike, while a few others are cheering him.
Awesome Mike goes for a running lariat, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
There is no crowd reaction.
Achu goes for a headbutt, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike kicks Achu.
Achu kicks Awesome Mike.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Achu hits Awesome Mike.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Achu misses with a clothesline.
Awesome Mike gives him a facerake, but Achu doesn't budge.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a clothesline.
Awesome Mike falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Awesome Mike
reenters the ring.
Achu is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu executes a stomp on Awesome Mike.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a bodyslam.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu whips Awesome Mike into the ropes, but Awesome Mike reverses it.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with an elbow.
Achu goes for a vertical suplex, but Awesome Mike reverses it.
A few fans are booing Awesome Mike, while a few others are cheering him.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Achu goes for a punch, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike gives him a facerake, but Achu doesn't even care.
Awesome Mike goes for a punch, but Achu reverses it.
Achu takes Awesome Mike down with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Achu uses a punch on Awesome Mike.
Achu executes a piledriver on Awesome Mike.
Achu uses a stomp on Awesome Mike.
Achu uses a stomp on Awesome Mike.
Achu goes for a chokehold, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike attempts to place Achu on the turnbuckle, but Achu blocks it.
Awesome Mike goes for a German suplex, but Achu counters it with a backward kick
.
Achu goes for a headbutt, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike takes Achu down with a snap suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Awesome Mike and a few others cheering
him.
Awesome Mike uses a back suplex on Achu.
Awesome Mike hits a kick to the midsection on Achu.
Awesome Mike hits a forearm smash on Achu.
Achu chop to the throat.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
He goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Achu uses a chop on Awesome Mike.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Awesome Mike.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Achu goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING!*

LILLY: The winner is Achu!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kolic arrives at The Scope in his black Honda Accord. He exits his car with
a look of disdain.)

Kolic: Virginia. I always dread coming here. The only things uglier than the
arena are the people! (Crowd boos) Hey, there’s Bole, might as well get some
TV time.

(Kolic runs over to Bole)

Kolic: Bole! I want an interview now.

Bole: But I was about to go see...

Kolic: I don’t care if you were going to see Lowedown! My interview happens
now. Here. (Kolic hands Bole a sheet of paper)

Bole: What’s this?

Kolic: A list of interview questions. I’m tired of the drivel you use, so
I’m correcting the problem. You may begin.

Bole: Ok...I’m a retarded monkey with as much intelligence as...hey, that’s
not a question!

Kolic: Right! No question about it! (Kolic laughs)

Bole: That was cheap.

Kolic: Fun, too! Keep reading, monkey!

Bole: Fine. How do you feel about completely and utterly shaming Ultimate
Guererro on Live?

Kolic: Ah, that surely was an easy victory. Sure, I took over 10 minutes,
but that was to make him feel good, that he had some chance to beat me. At
about 12 minutes, I grew tired of toying with Guererro and took him out with
my Binary Blast. Sure, I could have easily beaten him in 5 minutes, but
where’s the fun in that?

(After an uncomfortable silence, Kolic smacks Bole in the head)

Kolic: Read the next question!

Bole: Oh, sorry! How effortless will the handicap match against Judge and
Fujita will be? Wait, handicap? You have a partner, you know!

Kolic: Yeah, right, Rey isn’t a partner! He’s expendable labor that I will
use to win the match! I might as well have a handicap match. However, I can
take both of them on my own. I’ve already beaten Fujita, and the Judge
shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll send Rey to soften him up, then I’ll get the
easy win. I’m getting bored, so we’ll skip the rest of the questions.

Bole: Even the one about the alliance with...

Kolic: NO! You will NOT read that question! This interview is over, begone!

(Kolic walks to the arena, leaving Bole with the questions and a blank
stare)

JR: I wonder what that question was!

King: Who would ally with Kolic? He hates everyone dumber than him, which
leaves...everyone!

JR: We’ll be right back!

(Inferno and Mineral are walking around backstage with their belts slung over
their shoulders. They are amiably chatting when Michael Bole comes up to
them.)

Bole: Inferno! Mineral! Can I get a minute?

(The Eco-System looks at each other.)

Inferno: Yeah, sure. We're not busy.

Mineral: Just one thing, do you know the fourth member of the Beatles? John,
Paul, George and...?

Bole: Um....I think it was Ringo Starr.

Inferno: Oh yeah! You know, Pete Best got a screw job.

Bole: That's nice. Anyway......if I may digress, how do you guys feel about
Team Beautiful becoming the #1contenders to your titles by default?

Mineral: It's sort of a shame that we lost Los Guererros back to the singles.
They were a good team. But you know, Team Beautiful has a history of tag
title reigns, and we'd be honored to defend against them.

Bole: Wow. That's actually......very big of you guys!

Mineral: (laughs outright) Come on Bole, you didn't think I was serious! I
know they're a good team, but the day the Eco-System shows anyone real respect
is the day Dennis Kuchenich ever gets the Democratic nomination!

Inferno:We'll give Team Beautiful their match, but they will get the match
when WE say, under OUR terms.

Bole: Um....don't you need to defend your titles once a month? That would
mean that you have to defend at Bedlam Bowl.....

Inferno: Oh.....yeah....well, when Bruiser says then. But still under OUR
terms.

Mineral: And we've been deliberating all weekend-yes, deliberating, I know
you don't know the word, Bole-as to what stipulation we could attach to this
match. In the interest of creating as exciting an enviroment as possible while
minimizing interference we have decided on...

Inferno/Mineral: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

Inferno: Hear that you little biohazards? Bedlam Bowl, falls count anywhere!
Take it or give it to the Dutley Boyz!

Mineral: Hey Bole, we gotta go. We've got a handicap match to prepare for,
and for once, we're on the lower end.

Bole: No problem. See you guys around.

Mineral: You know it.

(The Eco-System runs off down the hallway.)

FADE

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Inferno...
From Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

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

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the intercom as blue mist rises from the
stage.)

PA: WANNA LOVE YA, WANNA HUG YA, WANA SQUEEZE YA, STUPID GIRL.....
WANNA TOUCH YA, WANNA TAKE YA, WANNA SHUT YA, STUPID GIRL.....

(There is an explosion of blue fireworks and Aquatic comes out, head
characteristically draped in a towel.)

PA: SHE'S GOING AWAY, AH YES SHE'S GOING AWAY, WITH SOME OF MY LOVE TODAY...
SHE'S GOING AWAY, AH YES SHE'S GOING AWAY, WITH SOME OF MY LOVE TODAY....

(Aquatic jumps up to the apron and flips over the ropes. She throws the
towel off her head and throws her arms down shooting blue fireworks from the
turnbuckles.)

PA: I'M A BAD ONE, I'M A GOOD ONE, I'M A SICK ONE, WITH A SMILE.....

(Aquatic grabs a microphone as the music abruptly ends.)

Aquatic: Well, well, well. It looks like Aquatic got another title match.
Maybe she'll calm down now. Maybe she'll stop complaining so much. Maybe she'll
stopendangering all the other members of the woman's division. Well
congratulations BMWF, you've su
eeded...in INSULTING me, you stupid biohazards!

JR: What is she talking about?

Aquatic: I told you I wanted a match at the BEDLAM BOWL, you fools! I don't
care that I get my match sooner,
and I don't care about not having a big PPV match. But I do care about the
Woman's Title, and I don't like to see the title being defended on free TV like
it's a devalued piece of trash!
True, other titles have been defended on free TV, but they are almost always
guaranteed squash matches!!!
Rachel vs. Aquatic is pay-per-view caliber, and I do not intend to respond to
this slap in the face by turning the other cheek!
I will deal with it the way I always do, which is taking the ignorant, the
chauvanists, the naysayers, and making them prepare to....

Crowd/Aquatic: FEEL MY PAIN!!!

(Aquatic throws down the mike)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Bristol, TN...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

*DING DING!*

JR: There's the bell!

Rachel and Aquatic are facing each other.
They begin circling the ring.
They lock up quickly, then break.

JR: Despite all their talking, Rachel and Aquatic seem uneasy fighting each
other as members of Prime Time.

King: Oh no! I want to see a real catfight!

(Aquatic begins to extend her hand to Rachel in the "test-of-strength"
fashion. Rachel takes the hand, but Aquatic spins around and catches Rachel with a
spinning heel kick.)

King: No! The pretty face of Rachel!

JR: Aquatic's got Rachel around the back!

Aquatic executes a German Suplex and bridges into a cover, but Rachel kicks
out.
Aquatic steps back and scouts Rachel.
Rachel begins to get up, and Aquatic nails her in the head with a modified
Yakuza kick.

JR: Did you hear that shot?

(Aquatic runs to the other side of the ring and comes off the ropes with an
Asai moonsault across Rachel's chest. Aquatic stands up to soak in the crowd's
boos.)

JR: The crowd sharing their opinions of Aquatic!

Aquatic throws Rachel Pitt out of the ring.
Aquatic goes through the ropes.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Aquatic nails Rachel Pitt with spinning heel kick.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Aquatic hits a dropkick on Rachel Pitt.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Inferno comes from behind and distracts Rachel Pitt.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Rachel Pitt uses a snap suplex on Aquatic.
Rachel Pitt whips Aquatic into the guardrail.
Rick Patrick counts: 4.
Rachel Pitt runs Aquatic into the ringsteps.
Rachel Pitt whips Aquatic into the guardrail.
Rick Patrick counts: 5.
Rachel Pitt raises her fist into the air.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt knocks Aquatic into the ringsteps.
Rachel Pitt goes for neckbreaker, but Aquatic blocks it.
Rick Patrick counts: 6.
Aquatic knocks Rachel Pitt into the ringsteps.
Aquatic shoves Rachel Pitt into the guardrail.
Aquatic hits a back elbow on Rachel Pitt.
Rick Patrick counts: 7.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
There is no crowd reaction.
Aquatic runs Rachel Pitt into the ringsteps.
Aquatic knocks Rachel Pitt into the ringsteps.
Aquatic executes a German suplex on Rachel Pitt.
Rick Patrick counts: 8.
Aquatic hits Rachel Pitt with a back elbow.
Rick Patrick counts: 9.
Aquatic climbs back into the ring.
Rachel Pitt follows her back in.
Aquatic goes for a bulldog, but Rachel Pitt counters it with a back suplex.
In turn, Aquatic counters it with a go-behind.
Aquatic goes for a bulldog, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt nails Aquatic with a huricanrana.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt kicks Aquatic.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Aquatic kicks Rachel Pitt.
Aquatic kicks Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt punches Aquatic.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt punches Aquatic.
A small "Rachel Pitt" chant is being started.
Aquatic chops Rachel Pitt.
Aquatic punches Rachel Pitt.
Aquatic is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

Aquatic dropkicks Rachel in the gut, causing her to fall back.
Aquatic grabs Rachel's arms and locks in a full-nelson.
Rachel is struggling, but Aquatic keeps the hold on.

JR: Aquatic going back to those quintessesential European submission tactics!

King: Not to mention Ken Patera....YAAH! Now I'm getting knowledgeable!

(Aquatic gives up on the hold and ends the exchange with a full-nelson bomb.
She goes outside the ring and begisn looking under the mat.)

JR: What is Aquatic doing?

Aquatic gets a lead pipe from under the ring.
Aquatic slides into the ring with the pipe.
Aquatic nails Rachel in the head with the lead pipe.

JR: THAT JEZEBEL!

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here is your winner by DQ and still Woman's Champion....Rachel Pitt!

JR: I don't think Aquatic really cares!

(Aquatic bashes Rachel in the head with the lead pipe again and then grabs a
microphone.)

Aquatic: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, RACHEL? DO YOU EVEN LISTEN TO ME? I told you
I wasn't going to go along with this match, so you had two options! One: Not
show up and give me a replacement. Two: Forfeit the belt to me! Either way,
you deserve to taste your own blood for your ignorance!

(Aquatic picks up the lead pipe again.)

Aquatic: Too concerned with your many affairs.....maybe I'll give you
something to remember me by!

(Aquatic puts the lead pipe around Rachel's throat and pulls back, still
holding the mike in front of Rachel's face. We hear Rachel coughing weakly and we
slowly watch her pass out. Aquatic relinquishes the hold as the crowd boos.)

Aquatic: I am the only true contender! ME! NO ONE ELSE! I AM YOUR REAL
CHAMPION!!!!

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA system as Aquatic exits to a
deafening level of boos.)

(After Aquatics match with Rachel Pitt Jacklyn comes over the security wall with a hammer. She rolls in the ring and nails Aquatic right in the face with it. Jacklyn starts to beat Aquatic with the hammer in the stomach and chest. Jacklyn rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp with spilt blood all voer her face laughing at Aquatic.)

JR: That girls crazier than a pet coon. We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in Tyrone Smith's locker room. Michael Bole is sitting next
to him.)

Bole: Tyrone, what are your feelings on your match tonight?

Tyrone: Dat's a pretty basic question, Bole... IT SUCKS!!!!!! Dey got me
teamed up wit' da last man I wanna be teamed wit'...

Bole: The Dawg?

Tyrone: MAN! Bole, I said MAN, not mutt.... Nah, Tamer is in for a rude @$$
awakenin' for our match. If he (beep)s up just once, 'tis gonna be his @$$!

Bole: Last week he and your girlfriend Rachel came to your aid during what
was basically a handicap match against Judge and his lot.

Tyrone: What he did was cost me da match! I had da whole t'ing under control
until he an' my tramp of a girl stuck dare noses where dey ain't to be.

Bole: What about Tamer's words he had for you last week?

Tyrone: What are ya talkin' 'bout?

Bole: Tamer said that if he had to fight you for Rachel, that he would. He
said that it's your fault why you and she are not together, because you
walked out on her.

Tyrone: Oh, he did, did he?

(Tyrone gets up and walks out of the room, leaving Michael Bole sitting on
the sofa by himself)

Cameraman: You had to say something, didn't you?

(Bole shurgs as the camera fades)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings

LILLY: His opponent...
From Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

*DING DING!*

JR: There's the bell!
Rod Killings whips William Black into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits William Black with an elbow.
Rod Killings locks William Black in a side headlock.
William Black inches his way towards the ropes after holding out for 11 seconds.
Rod Killings sets up William Black on the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings takes William Black down with a superplex.
Rod Killings goes for a forearm smash, but William Black blocks it.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Rod Killings counters it with a backdrop.
Rod Killings dances.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings hits William Black with a forearm smash.
Rod Killings is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Rod Killings throws William Black out of the ring.
Rod Killings goes through the ropes.
Rod Killings shoves William Black into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Rod Killings throws William Black into the ringsteps.
Rod Killings is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rod Killings goes for a vertical suplex, but William Black blocks it.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
William Black throws Rod Killings back into the ring.
William Black hoists Rod Killings high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Rod Killings crashing hard to the mat.
William Black goes for neckbreaker, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings kicks William Black.
The crowd is cheering on Rod Killings.
William Black chops Rod Killings.
William Black chops Rod Killings.
William Black whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits William Black with an ax kick.
Rod Killings uses a superkick on William Black.
Rod Killings goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but William Black
counters it with a punch.
William Black hits Rod Killings.
William Black is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
William Black kicks Rod Killings.
William Black takes Rod Killings down with a spinebuster slam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black does lots of pointing and jaw flapping to the audience.
William Black is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
William Black goes for a flying forearm, but Rod Killings ducks out of the way.
Rod Killings whips William Black into the ropes.
Rod Killings goes for spinning heel kick, but William Black
ducks out of the way.
William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but Rod Killings counters it with
a kick to the head.
William Black begs off.
Rod Killings goes for a vertical suplex, but William Black blocks it.
William Black takes Rod Killings down with a spinebuster slam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits William Black with a roundhouse kick.
The crowd is really behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings dances.
There are lots of chants for Rod Killings.
Rod Killings throws William Black out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, William Black reenters the ring.
Rod Killings hits William Black with an armdrag takedown.
Rod Killings goes for a running powerslam, but William Black blocks it.
William Black takes Rod Killings down with a DDT.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
William Black executes a flying forearm on Rod Killings.
The crowd is booing William Black.
William Black does lots of pointing and jaw flapping to the audience.
The crowd is booing William Black.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Rod Killings blocks it.
William Black hits Rod Killings with a chair
Jack Slone calls for the DQ.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING!*

LILLY: The winner is Rod Killings!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

(The Lights go out as Lightning Bolt signs flash all through the crowd and "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares throughout the arena. A spotlight is seen on the entrance ramp as White Lightning walks out. White Lightning continues down the ramp and enters the ring. White Lightning grabs a mic from ringside as the lights turn back on.)

White Lightning: NORFOLK, VIRGINIA…YOU SUCK!!!

(Crowd Boos and an "BLEEP-Hole" chant begins.)

White Lightning: Last week on Bedlam was a great night! Myself and Big Kev Nash beat those so called "Legends" Darklord and Dovekind to get our rightful spots in the Bedlam Bowl! Come January 26th, the whole world will witness, White Lightning, the Career Killer and Chosen One walk out winner of the Bedlam Bowl and move one step closer to winning the world title! I'll go through them all, including that no-talent BLEEPhole Master Z!

(Crowd Boos.)

White Lightning: Z, now that I am in the Bowl, you have no chance! I don't even think you'll make it to the Bedlam Bowl after the attack the bWo laid on your @$$ last week. And there's a lot more where that came from. People talk, make you up to be some unstoppable force, Z. They talk like I should be scared of you! BLEEP, You don't scare me! Master Z, I hope you and me are the last two in the Bedlam Bowl so I can throw your punk @$$ over that top rope and eliminate you and end your world title hopes! Then there will no chance for you to get your hands on Lowedown!

(White Lightning stops and stares at the crowd.)

White Lightning: And that is Just TOO SWEE…….

("Victory" blasts over the PA cutting off White Lightning. Master Z emerges from behind the curtain wearing golden shades that sparkle in the white spotlights. Master Z stops, looks up to the sky, and flexes while he smiles. While Z stands in all his glory, he begins to get pelted with trash and other objects. The crowd boos him as he walks the rest of the way down to the ring.)

JR: Master Z is out here to confront White Lightning! And Big Kev Nash is still in the back!

(Master Z tucks his shades into his shirt pocket and climbs up the ring steps slowly. He reaches for a mic and begins to speak.)

Master Z: White Lightning, my friend, all of these mean things you have to say about yours truly is unbearable! If I didn't know better, I'd think that you dislike me!

KING: HA HA! That's an understatement!

Master Z: I hate to burst your bubble, but Master Z has had no problems fending off the likes of the bWo! If one man has so much success against all of you, just think what I'm going to do to Lowedown after I win Bedlam Bowl!'

KING: He's right ya know, JR!

JR: I'm sure it wont be that easy, King!

Master Z: Speaking of Bedlam Bowl, I think you have a little too much self confidence!
You don't understand that I am the man who built this house! Master Z is the baddest man in the BMWF!

(the crowd boos)

Master Z: You, White Lightning, are soft! Just as your fearless leader Lowedown is soft! Why do you think I left the bWo? As far as I'm concerned none of you have what it takes to succeed into the future. That's why, by the hand of Master Z, the bWo will eventually be no more!

JR: White Lightning just attacked Master Z!

The two men spill out of the ring over the top rope

Master Z kicks White Lightning

White Lightning pushes Master Z into the guard rail

KING: Yahh! Hide me, JR!

(Master Z grabs a chair and slides into the ring.)

JR: Master Z is daring White Lightning to come into the ring!

KING: What's he gonna do?

(White Lightning, with a look of determination, grabs his own chair and slides into the ring coming face to face with Master Z!)

White Lightning swings at Master Z, but he blocks it with his chair
Master Z swings at White Lightning, but he blocks it also
Master Z swings again and impacts White Lightning's chair with his own!
White Lightning drops the chair.

KING: What was that a sword fight?

(White Lightning is rubbing his stinging hands from the metal to metal impact)

JR: Uh..Oh! White Lightning is in trouble now!

(Master Z swings his chair and nails White Lightning in the head with the chair.)

*CRACK*

(Master Z waits for White Lightning to get up. White Lightning finally makes it to his feet. Master Z swings his chair again at White Lightning's head.)

JR: But no, White Lightning ducks! Master Z only hits air!

White Lightning sweeps the feet out from underneath Master Z!

R: Wait, White Lightning has grabbed his chair!

King: Is he stupid? Run White Lightning while you have the chance!

JR: Master Z hasn't noticed him just yet!

*CRACK*

White Lightning nails Master Z in the back with the chair

King: Look JR, it took him down to one knee, but didn't really faze him!

JR: Master Z looks angry! White Lightning made a mistake in saying those things about him!

JR: Master Z is turning around

King: He threw his chair to the ground! What is he doing?

JR: White Lightning doesn't know what to think!

Master Z quickly slides on a pair of brass knucks
Master Z kicks White Lightning in the gut and reels back his fist

*CRACK*

JR: Dear Lord! What impact!

King: White Lightning stumbles back and finally stops against the ropes

JR: What is Master Z doing now?

Master Z charges and drops his shoulder into the chest of White Lightning
Master Z dumps White Lightning over the top rope!

KING: This might be a preview of the Bedlam Bowl next week! White Lightning was just "eliminated"

JR: White Lightning is able to keep his balence upon hitting the floor! He stands straight up and scowls at Master Z!

(Master Z points at White Lightning and badmouths him.)

White Lightning: You watch your back, Z! The bWo is gunning for you!

(White Lightning turns, hops over the guard rail, and slowly makes his way through the crowd leaving Master Z in the ring scratching his head. "Victory" blasts over the PA as Master Z exits to the back.)

JR: We'll be right back!