Date : 01/24/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Nashville Arena Nashville Tennessee

(The show opens inside the Nashville Arena Nashville Tennessee. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everybody! Welcome to the sold out Nashville Arena Nashville Tennessee! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are only one week away from what promised to be one of the biggest pay per views of the year!

KING: Hey, wait! This is the only PPV of this year!

JR: Still it's going to be a wild one with Master Z once again defending the BMWF World title against Lowedown and the lethal Bedlam Bowl elimination chamber match to determine the #1 contender for Bruisermania in March!

KING: YAHH! LOOK!

(The camera cuts to the back of the Nashville Arena where a limo pulls into the parking lot. The Driver gets out and walks back and opens the door. Flame steps out of the limo followed by Lowedown. Lowedown adjusts his suit and starts to make is way towards the arena entrance when he stops in his tracks. Lowedown lowers his sunglasses and with a furious glare looks towards the arena. The camera spins around to show Ash leaning up against the door to the arena waiting on the arrival of his brother. Lowedown begins to walk quickly towards Ash still looking furious, he starts taking off his suit jacket as he walks. Ash raises his hands and if to signal he’s come in peace.)

Ash: Easy brother, I didn't come out here for a fight. I figured I owed you and explanation for last week if we're going to be on the same page tonight.

(Lowedown pauses as he slowly pulls off his sunglasses and tosses them to Flame...)

Lowedown: So you want to explain why you attacked me from behind right? You want to explain it to me so that I won't ball up my fist and hammer it down your throat?

Flame: This I've got to hear. And what's up with that Donnie chick? I don't appreciate her touching me like that. I mean...how rude!

Ash: Our relationship is nothing if it isn't honest brother, so here it is. I wanted to win. No, I NEEDED to win. I hardly expect you to understand what it's like to lose your grip on the spotlight, but I'm done sitting by in the shadows with this tag title around my waist. I know you know how hard it is to replace the taste of gold once you've had it, there's nothing better. So I did what I had to walk out of that ring a winner, unfortunately it was against you. If you can't appreciate doing whatever it takes to win then I can't imagine we're going to have much to talk about tonight.

(Lowedown is about to shout when he suddenly stops and looks at his brother with a confused look on his face. Lowedown opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out. Lowedown finally takes a deep breath and speaks...)

Lowedown: I got no problem with the competition brother. Hell, I got no problem with even stepping out of the limelight. What I got a problem with is you jumping me from behind last week. Explain that one to me brother.

(Ash looks up and out across the parking lot seemingly searching for the right words then looks back at his brother with an almost wounded look on his face.)

Ash: You...you are better..than me. There, is that what you wanted? How else was I supposed handle it, I didn't think I could walk out of there coming at you legitimately, and I wasn't about to beg you to toss the match. I wasn't left with many options, throw in some desperation and what did that leave me with? You tell me how I could have done it any differently. I made sure Kat wasn't roughed up, and I didn't do anything to you that I knew you wouldn't shake off the next day, I just did enough to throw you off during the match.

(Ash reaches up and rubs his eye.)

Ash: Hell, that didn't even work. You think I liked having to pull out a set of knuckles to try and win? You think I like having to fight like that? Can you honestly tell me that you even begin to realize what it's like to go into a match and believe you have almost no shot of walking out of their with a win? I never have that feeling, lately I have it all the time. It's sickening. I'm not proud of what happened out there, but I'm not apologizing for it either.

Lowedown: Whoa there brother. I'm not better than you. Just as you're not better than me. I'm not expecting you to apologize for anything. I just want you to be up front with me instead of behind me. As for having no chance of winning. Look at the way I'm getting my @$$ handed by Z! I'm not real thrilled about that either!

(Ash shakes his head and gets an almost sickened look on his face.)

Ash: There was a time I would walk through this federation like nothing could touch me. There was a time I was above the law, I was the one that people crossed the street to avoid. Now it seems like I can't go a weekend without having some regret about something or looking at some young gun and worrying about how long it is before he's showing me up in the ring. What the hell is happening to me? How the hell do you regain the fire and swagger once you feel like you've been beaten a few too many times?

(Ash stops then restarts.)

Ash: Look, I did what I did. It's not like we're the most civil family you know. The only time I even talk to you is when we're at each other's throat. It's like we're two sides of the same coin, destined to never be on the same page. So how do you want to handle tonight?

Lowedown: How do you regain it? You stomp a mud hole in each and every single one of their @$$e$ the moment they look at you the wrong way! That's what you do! Tobey Milliken smarted off to me and guess who whooped his @$$? That would be me! Remember when the Dawg cut my hair? Who cuffed him up to a cage and whooped his @$$? And good ol' Havoc Supreme himself isn't in this federation anymore thanks to me!

Lowedown: As for you and I having a civil conversation...you just be up front with me and I'll be up front with you! I can be on the same page with you as long as you can look me in the eye and straight up tell me what's on your mind brother.

Ash: I think I get what you're saying. Enough of this sob fest, this aint Oprah after all. So any idea why Z would choose a partner like he's got tonight? Seems a little mismatched if you ask me.

Lowedown: Alexi? I don't know what his gig is, but this will be like shooting fish in a barrel. Just like the Survival Series when I threw him around like a rag doll and got rid of him. I think the main thing to do is focus on Z and break his sorry @$$ down. Alexi isn't nothing to sweat over.

Ash: Want to take this inside and see if we can't work out some game plan. I'm hoping your wife will allow it after all. Still sounds strange saying that, your wife. You know I think his may be the first civil conversation we've had since that happened, you'll have to fill me in on how that went. I can't say I really would have thought you'd be the marrying kind Kat, but then again, I liked you more with black hair so what do I know. After you two?

(Ash pulls open the arena door.)

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KING: Wow, JR! Do you think Lowedown and Ash can work together tonight as a team when they go up against Master Z and Alexei Romanov?

JR: I sure hope so, King! Hold on a minute...

KING: What is is, JR?

JR: We need to get back to the back! Something is going down back there!

>>>

(The scene opens with Master Z walking through the backstage area. He wears his world title belt around his waist. Before long he breaks into a jog.)

Master Z: Ready or not... Here I come!

(Master Z takes a studder step before slamming his shoulder into Lowedown's locker room door. The door breaks off the hinges hitting Ash and knocking him down, then Master Z rushes in.)

*CRACK*

(The camera catches up to Master Z revealing that he is on top of Lowedown beating him in the face with a pair of brass knuckles.)

Master Z: I've been waiting patiently for you, Lowe! How you doing this week?

(Master Z rips Lowedown to his feet by his hair before clotheslining him over a nearby folding chair. The back of Lowedown's head hits the cement floor. Master Z falls on top of him.)

Master Z: Get up, fool!

(Master Z lifts Lowedown to his feet, grabs ahold of his tights, and throws him head first into the wall. Lowedown breaks through the wall and hangs motionless between his locker room and the next.)

(Master Z brushes the drywall off his shirt, smiles, and exits the way he came.)

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JR: My gosh! Master Z has just demolished his Bedlam Bowl opponent Lowedown!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: We'll be back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Jim Cornett...
Hailing from Marietta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 248 pounds...

Buff "The Stuff" Badwell

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"The Franchise" Shame Douglas

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Buff Badwell goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Shame Douglas
counters it with a side suplex.
Shame Douglas whips Buff Badwell into the ropes, but Buff Badwell reverses it.
Shame Douglas executes the Pittsburgh Plunge on Buff Badwell.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Shame Douglas goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, Jim Cornett puts Buff Badwell's foot on the rope.
Shame Douglas kicks Buff Badwell.
Shame Douglas is met with a "Shame Douglas sucks" chant.
Shame Douglas hits Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell chops Shame Douglas.
The crowd is going "We want Al Johnson !".
Buff Badwell hits Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas chops Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell chops Shame Douglas.
Buff Badwell is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Buff Badwell runs into the ropes.
Buff Badwell misses with a shoulderblock.
Shame Douglas hits Buff Badwell with a backdrop.
Shame Douglas whips Buff Badwell into the ropes.
Shame Douglas hits Buff Badwell with a clothesline.
Paddy O'Brien comes to ringside.
Shame Douglas goes for a bodyslam, but Buff Badwell counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Buff Badwell hoists Shame Douglas high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Shame Douglas crashing hard to the mat.
Buff Badwell goes for a headlock takedown, but Shame Douglas counters it with
a back suplex.
Shame Douglas is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Shame Douglas goes for a bodyslam, but Buff Badwell counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Buff Badwell punches Shame Douglas.
Buff Badwell is met with a "Buff Badwell sucks" chant.
Buff Badwell punches Shame Douglas.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Shame Douglas hits Buff Badwell.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Buff Badwell hits Shame Douglas.
The crowd is going "We want Al Johnson !".
Shame Douglas kicks Buff Badwell.
Shame Douglas gives the sign for the Pittsburgh Plunge.
Shame Douglas executes the Pittsburgh Plunge on Buff Badwell.
Shame Douglas is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Shame Douglas goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Shame Douglas!

>>>
 
JR: Last Bedlam was a great show, and it featured the return of Dreadnaught! Let’s take a look!
 
(The scene changes and images of last week’s Bedlam show with Dreadnaught emerging on the top of a burning ambulance and then leaping off on Harry and Shane Parish.)
 
King: He certainly made an impact!
 
JR: And now he is standing by with Michael Bole!
 
(The scene changes to Dreadnaught standing next to his black 2004 GTO. Michael Bole approaches.)
 
Bole: Dreadnaught, you shocked the world by returning last week, and no one was more shocked than Hardcore Harry.
 
Dreadnaught: Did you see the look on his face when he woke up? Yeah, as much gold as I have won in the BMWF, that was priceless! And then, to hear him question how it was that I could have survived his move. That was great. But, as much fun as all that was, PLAYTIME IS OVER! The Dread-daddy is back for pain, not pleasure. You see, my time here in the BMWF was cut short! You truly don’t know how lonely I was without being able to stand in front of my fans, and beat the (BLEEP) out of someone! I have struggled for the last three months just to be able to walk and get back here as quickly as possible. Me returning is no mistake, this is destiny! I had to return, just to set the thangs straight! And I am starting tonight with Shane Parish!
 
Bole: Don’t you mean Hardcore Harry?
 
Dreadnaught: I mean what I said, and I will break it down for you a little later, but for now, know that this is just the beginning of my Retribution Tour!
 
(Dreadnaught stares into the camera before grabbing his gear and walking into the building.)

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(Witherspoon is standing in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette. A taxi pulls up nearby. Donnie MacPhearson gets out of the back and Witherspoon heads over to him. Donnie nods to Witherspoon and steps back towards the trunk.)

Donnie: (while pulling bags from the trunk) Thanks for meeting us. I didn't want that jack@$$ Tamer trying to approach Dizi before I can get her safely to the Locker Room.

Witherspoon: It's not a problem. (glances in at Dizi talking the cab driver) How is she?

Donnie: She's... (grins) Well, she's Dizi. She's talking to the cabbie about a television show.

Witherspoon: I see.

(At that moment, Dizi tumbles from the backseat of the taxi.)

Dizi: What a cool driver! They should all be like... (notices Witherspoon standing there) Spoon!

Witherspoon: Hey, Dizi.

Dizi: Donnie got me a portable DVD player! And we were able to get home for dinner and Mom made lasagne. I love lasagne. And he got me season 3, which is my favorite. Hey, what city are in? We had French toast for breakfast. I wanted chocolate chip pancakes, but Donnie says they make me hyper.

(Witherspoon shoots an amused look at Donnie.)

Witherspoon: I'm sure he knows what's best.

Dizi: Yeah, that's what he says!

(Donnie slams the trunk shut and looks at the bags. Dizi grabs Witherspoon's hand and starts pulling him towards the arena.)

Dizi: Come on! You've got to see my DVD player, it's really cool!

Donnie: I could use a hand....

(Witherspoon glances over his shoulder at Donnie, shrugs and lets Dizi pull him towards the arena.)

Donnie: Figures.

(Donnie sighs and starts picking up the bags as Dizi and Witherspoon disappear into the arena.)

FADE

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(Witherspoon Is sitting in a chair in The Syndicate Locker room. His feet are propped up on a table and a cigarette burns slowly in his fingers. He's staring at the TV as the Opening to "Alien" plays. He raises a remote and pauses the TV, standing up and turning to face the Camera. He takes a drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke from his nose.)

Witherspoon: Mafioso has decided to run his mouth off, thinking he's great because he beat me 10 months ago. Well I plan to show him what a fool he is Next week at Bedlam Bowl. A little preview to that is going to happen tonight. But that's beside the point. I am going to beat Mafioso like I beat Tobey last month.

(Witherspoon takes another drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly.)

Witherspoon: Kevin Storm has also decided to push himself into business that isn't his. For this he will pay. Coincidently, so will Tamer, for the simple fact that Kevin Storm told me not too. Despite the fact that Tamer has decided to bring himself to the top of the list of the people I hate, I was going to leave him alone this week, but since Storm opened his big mouth, he will have to pay.

(Witherspoon stubs his cigarette out in an ashtray)

Witherspoon: Or I'm full of *bleep* and I was gonna attack Tamer anyway. Either way you idiots don't matter enough to know the truth. Oh yea, before I forget. Ryushi Fujita. I'm gonna kick the *bleep* out of you. End of story.

(FADE)

---January 18, 2004: Event Three---

(Back to the classic dojo, we find Alexei Romanov - again clad in white gi
bottoms - standing with his back to the two students and his advisor,
Omori-san. In each of the students hands are two kendo sticks which they
hold out several feet from their bodies. Omori-san stands in front of a
table carrying a simple stone bowl with several flaming rocks inside. In the
elder master's hands is an unlit torch, which doesn't remain that way for
long. He turns, lighting the torch and proceeding to ignite each of the
student's kendo sticks. Alexei bows to each young man, who returns the
motion. The first man swings the stick, slapping the flaming weapon with all
of his strength against Alexei's flesh.)

*SMACK!!*

ALEXEI: Argh!

(Alexei bears the strike, drawing in breath as he prepares for the next
swing. The second student winds back, slamming the stick into Alexei,
causing part of the weapon to splinter off.)

*SMACK!!*

ALEXEI: Rargh! Akuru!

(The two students continued, exchanging strikes with a greater pace. Alexei
shouted "Akuru!" every time. Eventually, the students reach the highest
level of this training, bludgeoning Alexei to the ground with their strikes,
the sticks soon extinguishing and breaking against Alexei's body.)

OMORI-SAN: Dekiagari!

(At Omori-san's request, the two stop, very nervous at what took place. They
set the broken kendo sticks aside and are prepared to approach Alexei to
help him, but Omori-san stops them. Alexei, down on the ground, is covered
with ash, burn marks and welts. He doesn't move for several moments.
Finally, he shifts, pushing himself back to his feet. His breathing is
labored but he turns to face all three other men. He draws in a long breath
and covers his fist with his hand, slowly bowing to Omori-san and his
students. Taking a moment, Alexei looks over each of the individuals before
stretching his arms and neck out and gritting his teeth.)

ALEXEI: Akuru, gentlemen. Akuru.

(Fade...)

>>>

(Aquatic is skateboarding around the backstage area, sipping a water bottle. She slows down when she gets to Bole.)

Aquatic: Hey, Michael.

Bole: Hello, Aquatic. I have some questions I need to ask you...wait, no Hola?

Aquatic: Mr. Bruiser asked me to cut down on the foreign languages. Also, he asked me to stop fraternizing with the announcers. So no after-Super Bowl party.

Bole: It's cool. Listen, how is that you've ended up teaming with Danielle against Fifi and Samantha Gretch for the Woman's Tag Titles?

Aquatic: Um...because they needed someone to face us, so they just stuck a team together?

Bole: No, no. What I mean is, you are not known for being "the good girl", if I may say so. On the other hand, Danielle is a very popular star.

Aquatic: Meh. I didn't even think about that. We're good friends, Michael. Also, our styles of wrestling are similar, which allow for more fluid motion in the ring.

Bole: Well, you're facing Samantha Gretch tonight. Care to make any predictions?

Aquatic: You mean openly boast about a guaranteed win, like everyone else does?

Bole: Well...yeah, probably.

Aquatic: I'm not going to do that. I have an experience edge, but Sam's been a valuable partner in tag matches. I'm not going to sell her short, but I think I have the better odds.

Bole: Oh yeah, and about those matches with Dizi...you stopped to braid her hair...

Aquatic: Accomplished two things: one, our own amusement, and two, it made the rest of the angry, tumultuous, alliance-less Woman's Division uncomfortable. Just think of Kliq vs. Kliq matches.

Bole: Kliq as in K-L-I-Q?

Aquatic: Si-I mean, yeah. I gotta go, have a good one.

(Aquatic skateboards off, leaning from side to side. We hear a crash, and Bole grimaces.)

Aquatic: I'm okay! Practice start!

FADE

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Austin, Texas...
Weighing in at 268 pounds...

"Mr. Butt" Billy Bunns

PA: OH HE'S A BUTTHEAD! YEAH, HE'S A BUTTHEAD!

(Billy Bunns' music plays as he wiggles his butt down to the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Francine...
Fighting out of Yonkers, New York...
Weighing in at 260 pounds...

"The Innovator of Violins" Tommy Screamer

("Polonaise No.1 In D, Op.4" plays as Screamer comes to the ring with his violin. Francine bends over and shows her panties.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Tommy Screamer runs into the ropes.
Tommy Screamer hits Billy Bunns with an elbow.
Tommy Screamer covers Billy Bunns.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Tommy Screamer runs into the ropes.
Tommy Screamer hits Billy Bunns with a shoulderblock.
Tommy Screamer runs into the ropes.
Billy Bunns misses with a shoulderblock.
Billy Bunns hits Tommy Screamer with a kick.
Billy Bunns uses a Gorilla Press on Tommy Screamer.
Billy Bunns shakes his butt.
A small "Billy Bunns" chant is being started.
Billy Bunns hits Tommy Screamer with a bodyslam.
Billy Bunns takes Tommy Screamer down with a Gorilla Press.
Billy Bunns shakes his butt.
The crowd is starting to get behind Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns hits a suplex into a powerslam on Tommy Screamer.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Billy Bunns whips Tommy Screamer into the ropes.
Billy Bunns executes a single-leg takedown on Tommy Screamer.
Billy Bunns goes for a vertical suplex, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer hits Billy Bunns with a back elbow.
Tommy Screamer throws Billy Bunns out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Billy Bunns reenters the ring.
Tommy Screamer nails Billy Bunns with a kick to the midsection.
Tommy Screamer goes for the Screaming DDT, but Billy Bunns counters it with
a backdrop.
The crowd is starting to get behind Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns takes Tommy Screamer down with a Hotshot.
Billy Bunns throws Tommy Screamer out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Tommy Screamer reenters the ring.
Billy Bunns hits a tilt-a-whirl suplex on Tommy Screamer.
Billy Bunns is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Billy Bunns takes Tommy Screamer down with a kick to the midsection.
Billy Bunns gives the sign for the Fame-Ass-Er.
Billy Bunns goes for the Fame-Ass-Er, but Tommy Screamer counters it with
a side step.
A small "Tommy Screamer" chant is being started.
Tommy Screamer takes Billy Bunns down with a back suplex.
Tommy Screamer goes for a stomp, but Billy Bunns rolls out of the way.
The crowd is cheering on Billy Bunns.
Billy Bunns goes for a jab, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer nails Billy Bunns with a Russian legsweep.
Tommy Screamer hits a roundhouse right on Billy Bunns.
Tommy Screamer goes for a faceslam, but Billy Bunns blocks it.
Billy Bunns executes a jab on Tommy Screamer.
Francine distracts Al Johnson.
Tommy Screamer takes the violin and hits Billy Bunns with it.
He goes for the pin.
Al Johnson is back on the job.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tommy Screamer.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tommy Screamer!

("Dance All Night With a Gal With a Hole in Her Stocking" plays as Screamer, playing another violin, and Francine do a hoedown in the ring.)

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Dizi wanders into a locker room and finds Aquatic... doing Aquatic type things.)

Dizi: Aquatic!!!

Aquatic: (putting down her latte and monkey wrench.) Dizi!!! Where have you been? We need to discuss strategy!

Dizi: Okay! (bounces over and plops herself down on the couch) Strategy for what?

Aquatic: We have a tag team title match coming up....you didn't know that huh?

Dizi: A tag match? Okay. Who are our partners? You know, I don't do well in tag matches. Donnie got me a portable DVD player and season 3.

Aquatic: Our partners are us. You'll do fine. And that was the best season.

Dizi: I thought so, too... of course, season 2 was... We're partners?? You mean, like on the same team!! That is so fabulous!! We should get matching ring gear!! And new entrance music!! And a video!! Except most of the footage of us in the ring is against each other.... but, that's all in the past!

Aquatic: We should! Maybe we should dye our hair the same color. I wonder if blue's my natural color. I got Marge Simpson on a personality test! I have a bunch of CDs I could use for music, and I could borrow a camera for a video from Tam--Tamernon Tanderbilt! That's his name in Taiwan.

Dizi: You speak Taiwanese? That's so cool! I never did well in foreign languages in school... I think I'm going to change the purple streaks in my hair back to blue. Maybe you should keep your blue and just add black streaks.

Aquatic: Of course I speak Taiwanese! What did you think all that "Hola" stuff came from? I think I will add the black streaks. Was it on DVD?

Dizi: Yeah, they have all the way through season 6 on DVD. They only have to do season 7. I always thought "Hola" was how they said hello in Hawaii.... and good bye. They use the same word for both. I'd think that'd get confusing.

Aquatic: If Hawaii was a red state, we'd probably have less whining from Barbara Boxer. Wait...that could be our finishing manuever!

Dizi: What? Hawaii?

Aquatic: Hola! It's like Hello! But it's like Goodbye! And Hello has hell in it! So it's the goodbye from hell! Like that Wes Craven movie!

Dizi: Wes Craven? Donnie doesn't let me watch his movies... I saw one when I was young and so he couldn't sleep all night. Donnie's cranky when he's short on sleep.

Aquatic: Yes, yes, Donnie...I haven't seen him around, how's he doing? (mumbles quieter) You haven't fired him yet?

Dizi: He's good. He manages the Syndicate now. They're all really sweet guys.

Aquatic: Most people in this company are. Except for the real jerks like Scotty Scott and Ash, but otherwise, they're okay.

Dizi: So what's our finisher?

Aquatic: Season 3!

Dizi: Jammin! But, I'm not sure we'll be able to find a snake that big.

Aquatic: Of course we can. They're free in the Everglades. And that's right near Hawaii.

Dizi: (laughs) Nuh uh! The Everglades is in Florida. I've been there lots. Hawaii is in Mexico or something.

Aquatic: Oh right! Everybody's always complaining that the Hawaiians are stealing their jobs. So I'll see you then?

Dizi: Okay! This is gonna be great! (bounces off the couch and gives Aquatic a big kiss on the cheek) I'm gonna go tell Donnie and Spoon!

Aquatic: (waving and using a Mircale Max accent.) Have fun storming the castle!

Dizi bursts out laughing as she exits.)

FADE

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(The scene opens backstage where Cherri is standing next to Alexis Terrion.)

Cherri: I am backstage with one of the finalists for the Women's Title
Tournament, Miss Alexis Terrion.

(Alexis looks bored.)

Cherri: How do you feel about making it to the finals, Alexis?

Alexis: Here we go again. The how do you feel, what is you favorite color,
do you like peas questioning. (rolls her eyes) I feel accomplished. I did
exactly what I said I would.

Cherri: So you're happy?

(Cherri has a huge smile on her face. Alexis imitates Cherri's smile and
enthusiasm.)

Alexis: Like, totally, yeah... I just want to have some ice cream and do
flips. I cannot believe that in a few short weeks I have come so far. I am
overwhelmed and overjoyed by this opportunity.

(Alexis tilts her head and giggles falsely.)

Cherri: That's so cool. How do you think you'll do in the finals?

(Alexis drops the smile and runs her hand through her hair.)

Alexis: Honestly. You are such a bimbette. I do not care about stupid things
like the latest
lip-gloss. I care about winning and as you can see it is what I am good at.
The finals are just one small step. The competition here has yet to prove
any thing of consequence. No one has the ability to stand in my way. I am a
goddess surrounded by serfs.

Cherri: But surely you respect the other-

Alexis: Why? Why should I respect them? I only respect those who can strike
me down and defeat me. And thus far in life I have found no one for whom I
hold respect.

Cherri: You don't even respect your boss or the bookers?

Alexis: Like I should. The "boss" does not even understand the fine art of
female competition. As for your match bookers, they seem unable to make sure
the best compete. Make no mistake, I am the best. Tonight, although I do
not have a match, I will show just how dominant I can be.

Cherri: How do you mean?

(Alexis walks off without answering Cherri. Cherri turns to the camera and
shrugs her shoulders.)

Cherri: Well, there you have it. Alexis Terrion.

FADE

LILLY; This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Scotty Scott...
From Quebec, CN...
Weighing in at 135 pounds...

Fifi

("Fighter" by Christina Agulera blasts over the PA as Fifi walks out to another mixed reaction. She looks past some young men that are trying their best to get her attention. She slides under the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring, where she demands to be handed the mic.)

Fifi: I have been held hostage in Lebbon, mobbed in Japan, loved in New York, and hated in South Africa.... But this crowd sucks more than any of those.

(The crowd begins to boo her.)

Fifi: I can't believe that I have to be here in front of all these morons here in Nashville. I can't think of that I hate moer than Nashville. But to think I have to face Dizi, that little tramp, here... We don't even belong in the same ring. When are you going to learn? I beat you before. Come to think of it, I beat you and that other tramp Aquatic. But next week, I get to become a double champion. Samantha and I are not only going to win the Women's Tag Team titles but I am also going to win the Women's title. Alexis, you are going to have to learn just like Dizi that I am not a woman to mess with. I am here for the purpose of getting back what is mine. But if I get the new Women's Tag Team titles, that is a bonus. So Dizi, if you are having such a hard time of getting a title... You can blame my return. Come to think of it, Alexis, you can also blame me as well.

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. The audience applauds and a "Match Time Dizi!" chant starts. Dizi comes out from the back almost immediately, suprising the auidence who are quiet for a moment. Dizi holds her arms out to the side in an 'I'm here!' gesture. Applause erupts from the crowd and Dizi starts to laugh and waves at the crowd, many of who wave back.)

(Donnie comes out, smiling and motions to Dizi to head to the ring. Dizi, full of energy runs down the aisle slapping the fan's outstretched hands. She circles the ring saying hello to fans and asking if they're enjoying the show. Donnie makes his way down to the ring and pulls Dizi towards the ring. Dizi slides in under the bottom rope and hops to her feet. Donnie climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes.)

*DING DING*

JR: It looks like Dizi is getting some words of advice from her brother.
Dizi is slow coming out of her corner.

King: She's scared of Fifi!

JR: Well, I don't know about that.

King: She should be scared of Fifi. Especially after Dizi and Aquatic jumped Fifi for no reason last week.

JR: Dizi just spit at Fifi!
Fifi is charging Dizi!
Drop toe hold Dizi!

King: Oh, no! Fifi went face first into the turnbuckle!

JR: And Dizi is right on top of her.
Dizi has Fifi by the hair.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
A clothesline by Dizi drops Dizi to the mat.
Dizi applies legscissors to Fifi.

King: They're too close to the ropes!

JR: You're right, King. Fifi has grabbed the bottom rope.
The referee is calling for the break.
The referee is counting... 1... 2... 3... 4...
Dizi breaks the hold at four.

King: Dizi likes to keep those holds locked on until the last possible second.

JR: Yes, she does, King. You've always pointed out that it can give her the edge later on in the match.

JR: Fifi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Fifi with a kick.
Dizi goes for leg scissors, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi executes an arm bar on Dizi.
Fifi runs into the ropes.
Dizi goes for a high kick, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi nails Dizi with an arm bar.
Fifi almost takes Dizi's head off with a short clothesline
Fifi goes for a front facelock, but Dizi counters it with a backdrop.
Dizi hits Fifi with a high kick.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi goes for a baseball slide, but Fifi side-steps and Dizi only hits air.
Fifi goes for a bulldog, but Dizi throws her off.
Dizi kicks Fifi.
Fifi chops Dizi.
Fifi chops Dizi.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Fifi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits a drop toehold on Fifi.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi nails Fifi with leg scissors.
Dizi hits a baseball slide on Fifi.
Dizi uses a dropkick on Fifi.
Fifi bumps into Bart Farinus.
Dizi hits a high kick on Fifi.
Dizi puts Fifi in a wristlock.
There is no referee there to ask Fifi.
Bart Farinus shakes off the pain.
Bart Farinus tells Fifi to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Fifi nods.
Fifi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Fifi reaches the ropes after being locked up for 20 seconds.
Dizi executes a baseball slide on Fifi.
Dizi goes for a high kick, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi hits a butt-bump on Dizi.
Fifi hoists Dizi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Dizi crash
ing hard to the mat.
Fifi takes Dizi down with an arm bar.

JR: Dizi has Fifi in a front facelock.

King: I think I have died and gone to Heaven. Puppies everywhere!!!

JR: Fifi is using all her strength to force Dizi to a standing position.

King: Looks and she is strong. I bet she does those John Basedown workouts for her abs.

JR: Fifi just hit Dizi with a Manhattan Drop!!!!

King: I would normally say something there but I am not saying a word.

JR: Fifi just nailed with a hard right hand!!!

King: She just knocked Dizi into next week!!!!

JR: Fifi goes for a vertical suplex, but Dizi counters it with a small package.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
Fifi misses with an elbow.
Fifi hits Dizi with an elbow.
Fifi smacks Dizi with a devastating short clothesline .
Fifi whips Dizi into the turnbuckle.
Fifi runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Fifi goes for a short clothesline, but Dizi counters it with a crucifix.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi hits a headlock takedown on Fifi.
Dizi goes for a bulldog, but Fifi throws her off.
Fifi hits Dizi with a bulldog.
Fifi goes for an airplane spin, but Dizi counters it with a facerake.

JR: This has been some match, King.

King: I love women's matches!

JR: Really?

King: Well, I love looking at the puppies, JR!

JR: Of course.
Dizi takes Fifi off her feet with a baseball slide.
Fifi rolls to the outside.
Dizi goes out after her.

King: Hey! The referee needs to keep Dizi in the ring! That's not fair!

JR: Dizi has Fifi... she's whipped her into the corner post!

King: Poor Fifi!

JR: Dizi has Fifi by the hair. She's rolling her back into the ring.
Dizi follows in.
Fifi is trying to get to her feet.
Dizi gets an inside cradle on Fifi!
The referee is in position!
The referee is counting!
One... Two... Fifi kicks out!

King: Go Fifi!!

JR: Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.

Fifi hits Dizi with a shoulderblock.
Fifi hits an armdrag takedown on Dizi.
Fifi gets a chokehold on Dizi.
Bart Farinus warns Fifi to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Bart Farinus warns Fifi.
Fifi uses a butt-bump on Dizi.
Fifi nails Dizi with an airplane spin.
There is no crowd reaction.
Fifi goes for a short clothesline, but Dizi ducks out of the way.
Dizi catches Fifi in a wristlock.
Fifi tries to escape the hold.
Fifi tries to fight the pain.
Fifi is inching her way towards the ropes.
Fifi is barely hanging in there.
Bart Farinus asks Fifi if she's still there.
Fifi nods.
Bart Farinus asks Fifi if he should stop the fight.
Fifi shakes her head.
Fifi gets ahold of the ropes after 49 seconds.

JR: These women have got to be tired by now.

King: They have not let up on each other a bit JR.

JR: Fifi takes Dizi down with a leg trip.

King: Classic wrestling there JR.

JR: Now Fifi is grabbing two handfuls of hair.... She just pulled Dizi up and threw her across the ring. How can she?

King: It is simple JR. Would you like for me to show you?

JR: I would rather not. Now Fifi is forcing Dizi to the top rope.

King: The end is near JR.

JR: DUSTER!!!! DUSTER!!! OH MY GOD SHE HIT THE DUSTER THIS MAY BE ALL FOR THIS MATCH!!!!

One, two...foot on the ropes!

Fifi pulls Dizi up by the hair.

Dizi nails her with a punch.

JR: Dizi has Fifi in trouble.
Dizi dropkicks Fifi!
Dizi is back on her feet. She's got Fifi by the hair!

King: That's hair pulling! Get in there ref!

JR: Dizi sets Fifi up for a vertical suplex.
Dizi has Fifi up! She's holding her!
Dizi sends Fifi crashing to the mat!
That move might have broken Fifi in half!

King: Come on, Fifi! Don't let her treat you like that!

JR: Dizi is back up.
She's heading to the ring ropes!

King: Good! Go talk to the fans, Dizi!

JR: Dizi's brother Donnie is up on the apron.
The referee is ordering him back down to the floor.
It looks like Donnie is getting Dizi focused back on the match.

King: Oh, no!

JR: Donnie drops back to the floor.
Dizi turns back to the fight.
Fifi chops Dizi to the chest.

King: That's gotta hurt!

JR: Fifi tries another chop, but Dizi ducks it.
Dizi gets Fifi from behind.

King: That sounds like fun!

JR: Dizi executes a back suplex on Fifi.
Dizi is holding on!
Dizi executes another back suplex on Fifi!
Dizi still has a hold of her!
Dizi's going for one more!
Dizi slams Fifi with another back suplex!
She's turning it into a bridge!

King: Come on, Fifi! Kick out!

JR: Fifi's shoulders are down!
The referee is counting!
One! Two! Three!
Dizi did it!
Dizi beat Fifi!!
The crowd is really behind Dizi.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dizi.

JR: That was quite a match.

King: I just love the PUPPIES!!

(The camera looks up at the stage where Alexis Terrion has appeared. Alexis
makes her way down to the ring and enters. Alexis quickly hits Dizi with a
crescent kick. Alexis then executes a back heel kick, nailing Fifi. Dizi
stands but Alexis sends her back down with an Enziguri.)

JR: Alexis is destroying these two women!

King: Fifi has a chair!

(Alexis sweeps Fifi down. Alexis grabs the chair and smashes it on Fifi's
back.)

*SMACK*

(Alexis sets the chair in its normal position. Alexis lifts Dizi up and
knees her in the face.
Dizi falls back and lands sitting in the chair, which is facing the
turnbuckle. Alexis climbs to the top rope.)

JR: What does she have in mind?

(Alexis flips forward off the turnbuckle and lands with her butt on Dizi's
chest, making the chair fall back. Dizi is laid out on the mat. Alexis came
out of the move standing. Alexis stands and winks before leaving the ring
and heading to the back.)

JR: Alexis just nailed Dizi with that vicious Somersault Splash that she
calls the Divination!

King: Oh poor Dizi and Fifi. But I still love the Red PUPPIES!

JR: If an impact is what Alexis wanted she just made one!

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge walks into The Syndicate locker room. Scotty is sitting in there, talking on a cell phone, which he immediately hangs up as The Judge walks in and sits down.)

Judge: You alright Scotty, you seem a little bit tense today.

Scotty: Yer alright... I was just getting ready for muh match 'gainst Vernon.

Judge: Alright, did you like how Witherspoon and I took care of those fools Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry last week though in that tag match? Those two actually thought it was smart to attack us, well, next time they'll think twice.

Scotty: That match made me proud of ya... It showed that the two of ya's could be brutal ta say the least... But there is one thin' I want from ya... Beat Harry 'gain this week.

Judge: Scotty, last week on Bedlam, Ash defeated LoweDown to enter the Elimination Chamber. Tonight the rest of us have easy matches to win and we're going to become the only stable to have all of its members entered into the Chamber! Last week, Spoon and I demolished Harry...I'd be surprised if he even made it here to the building! He should just forfeit his spot!

Scotty: I like this drive ya got here lately. Ya betta get the job done this week and get the job done right.

Judge: Don't worry about me, I'm guranteeing victory here tonight. But are you okay from that vicious attack by Dale Anderson last week?

Scotty: Dale Anderson is gonna find out what the seventh laya of Hell is like. When I finally do put muh hands on that lil'snake... Well, ta say the least he is gonna find out why I love playin' the pain game. He ain't gonna know what hit'em.

Judge: Yeah, I can't wait to see what you do to Dale, but did you happen to see that strange Italian man following him before?

Scotty: He is an old "associate" from the old neighborhood. He is doin' me a favor.

Judge: Alright, well, good luck with your match against Vernon tonight...and then once you beat him and Spoon and I take care of our opponents, we'll have 2/5 of a chance of having a Syndicate member at the World title match at Bruisermania!

Scotty: Afta tanight, I plan on not only givin' Dale Anderson a beatin' like he ain't neva had... But I'm also gonna have the BMWF World title back 'round muh waist... I know I can do this one more time... I know wit the Syndicate wit me... I will walk outta there wit the title shot at Bruisermania... And then the World title itself. Then our takeover of the BMWF will be almost complete.

(The Judge exits the locker room as Scotty begins dialing a number on his cell phone.)

>>>

(Dale Anderson goes to walk into his locker room. He notices that something is wrong. The door is partly open.)

Dale: Scotty, what a loser. He fell into my trap last week and he got completely torn apart. I bet he learned his lesson last week. If he didn't I have plenty more teachings to give him. He will be destroyed! In fact, I think it is pretty remarkable he made a return from my attack. I guess I will just have to make it more severe!

(Dale opens the door and finds an empty room. He looks all over the room and no one is found. He wrinkles his nose he smells something foul. He looks in the corner of the room and finds a fish head laying on a pillow with a note.)

Dale: I though I smelt sushi. Wretched smell. I smelt it down the corridor. I wonder what this is about though? Oh a note...

(Dale picks up the note and reads aloud.)

Dale: <This is only a warning that you have messed with the wrong man. that soon enough you will be sleeping with the fishes signed Scotty>

(Dale crumples the note up and throws it.)

Dale: Scotty, you think this can scare me? Think again. I know you are angry about what I did to you. But, you have to do something better than fish heads... You know what? I need to call some buddies. The ps2 makers. I think they like sushi.

(Suddenly, Dale sees an Italian man standing at the door. Dale charges after him but the Italian man runs away ducking down a corridor.)

Dale: I have a feeling he has been watching me. He must have set up this stuff. Don't worry he will get his.

(Dale looks back at the fish head disgustedly as the scene fades away.)

>>>

(Micheal Bole walks into a locker room, and stops abruptly at the scene in the room. Samantha Gretch is standing in the locker room, looking towards the camera, a deep red towl drapped in front of her the only thing covering her body.)

Samantha Gretch: Umm, don't you know how to knock?

Michael Bole: Oh my god, I am so sorry.

Samantha: Whatever, you dirty pervert.

Bole: I swear I didn't mean too!

(Samantha sighs heavily and walks over to her locker.)

Samantha: Do you wanna turn around?

(Micheal Bole turns around quickly. The camera remains in it's smae position. Samantha glares at him.)

Samantha: You too.

(The camera turns around, Samantha's faint mutterings heard from behind them.)

Samantha: ALright, turn around.

(The camera and Micheal Bole turn around at the same time. Samantha is sitting in a chair, wearing a black silk robe. Her smooth pale legs are corssed in front of her as she dries her hair.)

Samantha: So what can I do for you? And if your from Playboy I already said No.

Bole: Actually, my name is Micheal Bole, I'm here for an interview.

Samantha: Oh, well fine. Get on with it.

Bole: Alright, so this week you are going to be facing Aquatic.

Samantha: Yea yea, no big deal. I'll smack her norweigin @$$ around a couple of times and make her tap.

Bole: You said that last week, but you have not made a single person tap since you first got here...

(Samantha frowns in anger and stands up abruptly, the top of her robe coming open slightly. Michael Bole's eyes grow wide. Samantha looks at him, and then down at her robe. She closes it and glares angrily at Bole.)

Samantha: Get the hell out now!

Bole: But the interview...

Samantha: Is over! Get out!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

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

("Live Like You Were Dying" plays over the PA System as Aquatic comes out to the ring with a jack-o-lantern and lollipops. She throws the lollipops into the audience as she walks down the aisle.)

JR: Who told Aquatic it was Halloween?

King: Well...

JR: KING!

(Aquatic empties out the lantern and climbs up the ring ropes into the ring. She gestures for a microhone and is obliged.)

Aquatic: WHO LOVES LOLLYS! (Crowd cheers.) My favorite kind is blueberry. You know Samantha, I don't like how you always come out here and run your mouth insulting me. I mean, I would never tease you...your last name is GRETCH, for Pete's sake, you must have gotten enough of that in elementary school. So instead, I'm going to tell you a fable. Gather round children! It's storytime!

(The children in the audience with lollipops come into the ring and sit around Aquatic as she brings into the ring a large book and a chair. She sits down on the chair, opens up the book, and picks the microphone up.)

Aquatic: Now then children...this is the story of Aquatil and Gretchel. One day, Aquatil and Gretchel got kicked out of their company by a mean father named Mr. Dangle, who thought women were a liability. So they went skipping merrily down the lane to their neighbor Big Bad Darklord, to borrow a few grand to start an indie fed. Darklord threatened to huff, and puff, and chokeslam them to Geocities Fed Hell. Gretchel ran over to him and said "Yes Darklord! Get her, not me! Chokeslam her to Tai Hashi's efed!"

King: BWAHAHA!

Aquatic: But Aquatil was still far away from Darklord, and ran away. So Big Bad Darklord attacked Gretchel and threw her into the furnace of Jobberville. When Aquatil came back home, she was greeted by her sister Little Pink Dizzy Danielle, who informed her that Dangle had been sued under Title 9, and women's wrestling was reinstated. The End. What have we learned today children?

(A little girl of indeterminate race raises her hand, and Aquatic calls on her.)

Little Girl: Social justice programs always work?

Aquatic: That's right, and may I say, I see Harvard in your future!

(The children empty the ring and Aquatic puts the chair and book away. She slides back in the ring and gets ready for her match.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Seattle, Washington...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Samantha Gretch

(A jellyfish floats slowly accross the screen as the opening of "Numb" by Linkin Park blares from the speakers. The crowd boos loudly as Samantha Gretch walks out onto the stage. She puts her right fist into her left hand and bows low, causing the crowd to boo louder. She walks down to the ring, leaping onto the apron of the ring, stepping between the ropes. She stands and tucks her hair behind her ear, before leaping onto a turnbuckle and shaking her hips.)
*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Samantha Gretch whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Samantha Gretch hits Aquatic with a kick.
Samantha Gretch is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Samantha Gretch takes Aquatic down with an enzuigiri.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Samantha Gretch.
Samantha Gretch runs into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with a shoulderblock.
Samantha Gretch goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic takes Samantha Gretch down with a back elbow.
Aquatic goes for a flying lariat, but Samantha Gretch counters it with
a Yakuza kick.
Samantha Gretch goes for an arm bar, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic executes a snap suplex on Samantha Gretch.
Aquatic climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Samantha Gretch throws her to the mat.
Samantha Gretch executes a hair pull on Aquatic.
Samantha Gretch goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Aquatic throws her off.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Aquatic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Aquatic hits Samantha Gretch with a bulldog.
Aquatic whips Samantha Gretch into the turnbuckle.
Aquatic uses a series of stomps on Samantha Gretch.
Aquatic nails Samantha Gretch with a series of chops.
Aquatic executes 10 punch in corner on Samantha Gretch.
Aquatic acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Aquatic hits leg scissors on Samantha Gretch.
Aquatic nails Samantha Gretch with a German suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Aquatic uses a brainbuster on Samantha Gretch.

JR: Samantha Gretch whips Aquatic into the turnbuckle
Samantha Chops Aquatic accross the chest
Samantha Chokes Aquatic with her boot
She drops the choke at the 4 count
Samantha whips Aquatic accross the ring
Samantha hits Aquatic with a cross body splash
Samantha climbs onto the second rope and shakes her his in Aquatics fist and raises her fist into the air and punches Aquatic

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

King: I love it when She shakes her hips! Puppies!

JR: We know King!
Samantha hits Aquatic with a creasent kick!
Samantha kicks Aquatic in the gut
Samantha follows up with a Scissors kick
Samantha goes for the pin
1...2... kick out!
Samantha tosses Aquatic with an arm drag
Samantha locks in an Arm bar
Aquatic screams in pain
Samantha tightens the hold
The ref checks on Aquatic
The ref asks her if she wants to quit.
Aquatic shakes her head
Samantha tightens the hold
Aquatic reaches the ropes
Samantha drops the hold at the 4 count
Samantha hits Aquatic with a tilt-a-whirl DDT
Samantha slams Aquatic into the mat with a Russian leg sweep

(Samantha drags Aquatic to the center of the ring. She stands next to her prone form and spreads her arms as the crowd boos. She hits Aquatic with a standing Moonsault)

King: Here it comes!

JR: SEA WASP! Samantha locked Aquatic in the Sea Wasp!
Aquatic screams in pain
Aquatic fights to break free
Samantha tightens the hold
The ref checks on Aquatic
The ref asks Aquatic if she wants to quit
Aquatic's shoulders hit the mat
1...2... shoulders up
Samantha tightens the hold
Aquatic screams in pain

Aqautic makes it to the ropes after 21 seconds.

Samantha Gretch goes for an arm bar, but Aquatic counters it with an eye gouge.
Aquatic hits Samantha Gretch with a dropkick.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic seemingly enjoys the boos.
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Samantha Gretch.
Aquatic seemingly enjoys the boos.
Aquatic goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Aquatic doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction she's getting.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Aquatic!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale. He is singing a wierd song. Currently known as the ATHF Theme.)

Dale: My name is. Shakezoola, the mic rula, the old schoola, you wanna trip? I'll bring it to ya! So Mafioso, do you wanna trip with me? I assure you I will be a hard object to take down. Next part, Frylock and I'm on top, rock you like a cop. Hold there. See man. This song is all about me, just with different names. Mafioso, remeber this song. This song that is of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force. You might learn something... if that is possible with you.

(A figure walks past the backround and Dale looks behind himself. He sees nothing there.)

Dale: Hey man, keep the camera focused. For a second there you made me think there was someone back there. Man, what does Bruiser pay ya for? To be an idiot? If so, whats the pay? A penny an hour? Just focus the damn camera.

(A voice is heard in an Italianic form.)

?: Dale, vostro andare pagare. Pagherete il dolore che avete causa lui.

(Dale gets a puzzling look on his face.)

Dale: Okay. First of all, your in America SPEAK ENGLISH. Second of all who are you?

(The voice is heard again.)

?: Non conosco parole di inglese. Almeno non ai miei nemici. E per quanto
riguarda me, scoprirete chi sono abbastanza presto!

(Dale is getting angrier as the seconds pass.)

Dale: You are angering me with this foreign bull. I do not understand a word the comes from that smell hole of a mouth. Now, I will figure out who you are, and when you do, you will be given the beating of your life.

(The voice laughs.)

?: Arrivederci per ora il sig. Anderson.

(The shadow passes in the backround again. Dale looks back and yet again sees nothing. He looks back at the camera with a puzzled look.)

Dale: That foreign retard. Thinks he can speak in a language I have never heard of. But, isn't arrivederci Italian for goobye? I bet its those damn voices again. Returning to my head. I haven't heard from them since I was twelve. I need to get to the bottom of this. Mafioso, see you soon.

(Dale walks off with a confused look upon his face.)

>>>

(In the Syndicate locker room, Dizi has just changed back into her street clothes, a pair of black denim jeans and a white v-necked shirt with black embroidery on the left shoulder. Dizi looks at the purple and black gear and sighs. She starts to put the gear in her bag, but instead, pulls out her purple and black Prime Time jacket. Dizi looks at it for a minute, then starts to sniffle. The sound makes Donnie turn around immediately.)

Donnie: You okay, Dizi?

(Tears start to roll down Dizi's cheeks. Donnie gets up and walks over to his sister and takes the jacket from her hands. He spends a few minutes comforting her.)

Dizi: I miss him.

Donnie: No, you don't.

Dizi: Yes, I do.

Donnie: Diz, you have to get over this guy. You need to stop thinking about him.

Dizi: I was not thinking about him. Mostly. But everything reminds me of him... my car, my jacket, my ring gear.

Donnie: That's because he gave you all that stuff. You have to get rid of it.

Dizi: I don't want to.

Donnie: It's best this way.

(Donnie grabs a bag and shoves the jacket in it, followed by the purple and black ring gear that Tamer gave her.)

Donnie: Where's the car?

Dizi: I don't know.

Donnie: Well, where did you leave it?

Dizi: I don't remember.

Donnie: When was the last time you saw it?

Dizi: (thinks a minute) Last week when I drove it to the arena.

Donnie: Do you have the keys?

Dizi: No. Tamer had them... (sniffles) He said he was going to give me driving lessons.

Donnie: Fine, then it's his problem now. I'll see that this stuff is disposed of.

Dizi: I should give it back to Tamer.

Donnie: You need to stay away from him.

Dizi: I will... after I return this. It'd be wrong to throw it out, it should go back to him.

Donnie: Fine. I'll see that it's returned to him. I have a few other things to do, anyways.

Dizi: I can do it.

Donnie: No! I'll take care of it.

Dizi: But...

Donnie: Hey, why don't you watch your DVDs? You can't be through the whole third season yet.

Dizi: Yeah, I'm not. And the next disc is a good one... it's the one where Faith tries to turn Angel evil again.

Donnie: Okay, then. You go watch... I'll get Spoon to come and sit with you.

Dizi: I don't need a babysitter.

Donnie: I know. He's more protection... I don't want anyone bothering you.

Dizi: Okay.

(Donnie picks up the bag and steps over to the door. He opens it, scans the hallway, then steps out.)

(Earlier This Week)

(Kolic is shown in a local Nashville pool hall, bottle of water in hand)

Kolic: "Why am I here?" is probably the question on most of your minds right
now. First, you don't meet more real people than at a pool hall.
Well...until they start drinking...but that's another story. Second, since
I'm taking Paddy O'Brien's offer after the show, I thought I'd practice my
pool game. Pool is, after all, a game of geometry, a subject in which I have
a vast amount of knowledge. All the practicing in the world cannot make up
for an intimate understanding of the underlying science behind the game.
I'll demonstrate.

(Kolic sets down his water and looks at a pool table, where he is literally
behind the 8 ball; cue ball on the right rail, 8 ball diagonally northeast
and directly touching. Luckily, it's the only one left.)

Kolic: Let's see...if I strike exactly at this angle, with this much
force...8 ball, corner pocket.

(Kolic makes a precise shot, sending the 8 ball into the far rail and back
into the far corner. A disgruntled patron throws his cue stick on the table
and walks away.)

Kolic: I sincerely hope you don't put money on our game Paddy. I would hate
to rob a man of drinking money. As for our upcoming match, I'm as ready for
that as I am for our game later. I hope you are too.

Fade

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(The scene opens up on Dale exhausted. He is breathing heavily.)

Dale: Puff huff puff. I search the whole arena. No Italian people around. You know what, he is getting under my skin. Forget it. I have more important things to worry about. Like, MAFIOSO. He is the most important thing today. The Italian man can't do crap anyway.

(The shadow passes in the backround.)

Dale: Mafioso, I have to face you in a normal match after Tobey HUMILIATED me last week. But all for the better. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I feel stronger already. This is great.

(Dale hears footsteps and throws something at the person behind him.)

Person: Holy crap man. Is this a shuriken? It could have went into my skull!

Dale: Your lucky I only cought your shirt.

Person: Can you unpin me now? I need to get back to work.

Dale: NO. I beleive you are stalking me. SPEAK NOW.

Person: How did you get the shuriken?

Dale: Ebay. Now WERE YOU THE ONE STALKING ME?

Person: No, I would never. I was just going to the john. The other ones on the other side of the building. This is the closest one.

Dale: Okay.

(Dale pulls out the shuriken and the person leaves.)

Dale: Shurikens are very dangerous ninja weapons. Hard to master the use of them but they are great weapons. Even if you have bad aim. Mafioso, wanna know what is also dangerous? ME. I am sharper than the shuriken itself. I am faster than the shuriken is thrown. I am just a threat period!

(The shadow passes by again.)

Dale: You guy I nearly killed with shuriken. Stop making so much movement. You wll get me stirred up enough to hit you with a shuriken.

(The shadow passes again. Dale launches the shuriken and misses.)

?: Sig. Anderson. Shurikens non li aiuterà qui. Sono troppo veloce. Devo
andare. Guardili presto!

Dale: AHHHH. Its you.

(Silence.)

Dale: LEAVE ME ALONE!

(Silence again.)

Dale: Mafioso, see what I have to deal with? A life of worrying. Only because I busted up an awesome superstar. Oh wow.

(Dale checks the backround just in case.)

Dale: Look Mafioso, If you notice me not giving it my all. You know why. See ya in the ring.

(Dale leaves and the scene fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

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

Mafioso

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Dale Anderson goes for flying headscissors, but Mafioso throws him off.
Mafioso uses a T-Bone Suplex on Dale Anderson.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mafioso uses a missile dropkick on Dale Anderson.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mafioso goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson hits a Frankensteiner on Mafioso.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson nails Mafioso with neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson hits Mafioso with the Dragon Ray.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout
Dale Anderson executes the Dragon Ray on Mafioso.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dale Anderson hits Mafioso with a front suplex.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Mafioso with a shoulderblock.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Dale Anderson sets up the chair.
Dale Anderson nails Mafioso with a brainbuster onto the chair.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson sets up Mafioso on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes the Bronx Buster on Mafioso.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with a shoulderblock.

(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. Mafioso turns and shouts towards stage.)

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: Witherspoon Is hitting the stage!

King: Time for Mafioso to eat his words JR!

("Let's Go" by Trick Daddy continues to play. Dale Anderson takes advantage of the distraction and rolls Mafioso up. The ref runs over to make the count. Witherspoon continues to remain backstage.)

Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dale Anderson!

King: Here comes Witherspoon!

(Witherspoon runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He nails Mafioso with a clothesline, slamming him into the mat. He turns around and clotheslines Dale Anderson from the ring. He pulls a mic from his pocket.)

Witherspoon: Dale Anderson, get the *BLEEP!* outta here if you know what's good for you.

(Dale Anderson shouts some things back. WItherspoon drops the mic and slides from the ring, lifting Dale Anderson into the air and throwing him onto the ramp. Dale Anderson picks himself up and runs backstage. Witherspoon turns back and grabs up a chair. He slides into the ring with it and nails Mafioso accross the face with it, smacking him to the mat. Witherspoon sets the chair up and grabs his mic.)

Witherspoon: You think you can talk about me Mafioso, like your better then me? I am a two time Television Champion! The only title your worthless @$$ ever held was the Light-Heavyweigt title for like 8 seconds. THis ends next week. Here's a little preview!

(Witherspoon lifts Mafioso onto his shoulders and begins to spin around with him. He catchesMafioso's legs and slams His body into the chair, causing it to topple to the mat. WItherspoon stands up and slides from the ring, walking up the ramp and backstage as mafioso screams in pain in the ring.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kevin Kellie is standing by backstage with "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Kevin: Thank you for granting me this interview time, Vernon.

Vernon: Do you like to watch movies about gladiators?

Kevin: What?

Vernon: Never mind.

Kevin: Uh huh.

(They stare at each other blankly for a moment.)

Vernon: This is the part where you start asking me questions.

Kevin: Right. Yeah.

(Kevin stares blankly at an increasingly impatient Vernon.)

Vernon: Well?

Kevin: Oh. So, uh, what's up?

Vernon: What's up? What the hell kind of question is that?

Kevin: I dunno.

Vernon: Egads! Can't the BMWF afford to hire people with actual interview skills?

Kevin: Probably. They've got a lot of money, and -

Vernon: Look. Repeat after me, okay?

Kevin: Yeah.

Vernon: Vernon, tonight you face Scotty Scott in a Bedlam Bowl qualification match.

Kevin: Vernon, tonight you face Scotty Scott in a Bedlam Bowl qualification match.

Vernon: What are your thoughts, and do you think you can defeat the BMWF legend?

Kevin: What are your thoughts, and do you think you can defeat the BMWF legend?
Vernon: I'm delighted to answer that question, Kevin.

Kevin: I'm delighted to answer that question, Kevin.

Vernon: Uh, this is the part where you stop repeating after me.

Kevin: Uh, this is. . .oh, yeah.

Vernon: Scotty Scott is indeed a BMWF legend. He's one of the best this federation had to offer.

Kevin: Had?

Vernon: Had. Back in the day, Scotty was a hero, someone to look up to and emulate. He was a
success story. He was the epitome of the competitive spirit.

Kevin: Isn't he still?

Vernon: No. The Scotty Scott who will enter that ring tonight is a tired, broken man, a shadow
of his former self. He is a geriatric case, Kevin, continually chasing his former glories in the
hopes that they will return to him.

Kevin: But isn't he a tag team champion?

Vernon: You should know that. Of course he is. But take a long, hard look at that team. It's
obvious that Ash is carrying them, and Scotty is just along for the ride.

Kevin: So you really think you're gonna beat Scotty tonight?

Vernon: The winner of this match is entered in the Bedlam Bowl for a chance to win a shot at the
World Title at the biggest show of them all, Bruisermania. Of course I'm going to win. It just
wouldn't be a Bedlam Bowl without "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt! I'm going to the Bedlam Bowl,
I'm going to Bruisermania, and I am going to leave that show with the World Heavyweight
Championship wrapped snugly around my perfectly proportioned waist.

Kevin: Actually, it looks like you've put on a little weight since you came back.

Vernon: Hush. I'll have you know I have remained in peak condition, perfect fighting form. But
that's beside the point.

Kevin: Then what's the point?

Vernon: The point is that I'm a natural winner, Kevin. The glory and the gold belong with me.
Anything less would be uncivilized. Now, let's talk about Billy Black for a moment.

Kevin: Sure.

Vernon: Billy should consider himself fortunate that he didn't damage my arm any worse than he
did. I had a moderate strain of my. . .um. . .something-or-other tendon. The one in the
shoulder-elbow, you know? Anyway, the doctors have advised that I can wrestle provided I take it
easy and let it heal. Since I'm facing Scotty Scott tonight, that shouldn't prove to be an issue.
But Billy, rest assured, I will be coming for you, and I will be coming for that walking piece of
panty-soil you call a valet. You two have made the biggest mistake of your lives, and so help me
something, I am going to exact my revenge. I will settle for no less than a pound of flesh.

Kevin: Which pound?

Vernon: Which pound? It doesn't matter which pound! The point is, I am going to be avenged.
But first, I am going to get through this match tonight. To paraphrase my hip-hop homeys, you
done *BLEEP*ed up, *BLEEP*.

Kevin: You're pretty mad at him aren't you?

Vernon: Kevin, this is the part where you thank me for my time.

Kevin: Is the interview over?

Vernon: Yes, Kevin.

Kevin: Oh. Well, thanks.

Vernon: Yeah. Don't mention it. I know I won't.

(Vernon exits.)

Kevin: There's more show!

FADE OUT

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