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

(Scotty is sitting inside the Syndicate locker room with a gentleman that is unfarmilar to BMWF viewers. He is of Italian descent and dressed in all black including a black leather jacket and leather gloves. Donnie walks in and greets them.)

Donnie: Scotty, it's good to see you. I don't believe I've met this gentleman.

Scotty: Ya eva heard of me speak of Joey Digits?

Donnie: Yes, I try to keep up with the word on the streets for you.

Scotty: Joey... Met Donnie muh managa.

Joey: I ain't no gentleman. Back in the streets of Brooklyn, ya would be speakin' out the otha side of yer mouth for such a comment.

Donnie: (holds hands up) No offense. So, what's going on?

Scotty: Joey is a wise guy from back in Red Hook. We have been "associates" for a long time.

Joey: Yeah... We been "associated" for a long time now. A very long time. By the way Scotty, Don Anthony said he has missed seeing you. He has long enjoyed your work.

Scotty: Send Don Anthony muh warmest hellos. Joey is going to do me a favor.

Joey: The least I could do for such a friend and assoicate. He once took a bullet for me. I owe him muh eternal gratitude.

Scotty: Go do what we spoke of Joey. I am sure that somethin' fishy might turn up.

Joey: Good one there. It has been a pleasure to met you Donnie. Scotty speaks highly of you.

Donnie: Thank you. It's been a pleasure meeting you.

(Joey walks out of the room.)

Donnie: What was that all about?

Scotty: Ya'll find out soon enough. Now did ya get that video of Vernon I asked for?

Donnie: Of course. I just got it from editing.

(Donnie pulls out a cassette and hands it to Scotty. Scotty walks over to a tv and vcr and puts the tape in.)

Scotty: Now ta study Vernon.

>>>

(The scene opens backstage showing Tamer walking down a hallway.)



JR: That is not a happy man. Last week Witherspoon attacked him for no good
reason.



King: He doesn't love Dizi anymore.



JR: Oh come off it. That man loves her to death. It was a misunderstanding
and Witherspoon never took the time to find out what was wrong.



(From one of the doors Vernon and Clancy walk out and walk right behind
Tamer.)



JR: Look like this could get interesting. As you know William Black attacked
Vern last week.



(A little further down from separate sides of the hallway Kolic and Ezekiel
walk out joining them.)



JR: Oh here we go. Ezekiel has been struggling against Tobey Miliken for
quite some time.



(All five men turn and walk into the tunnel leading out to the stage.)



JR: It looks like the men of Prime Time are united and are making their way
out here!



(The arena lights go out and the only light is from the fans cameras.
Suddenly over the Arena sound-system comes the sound of typewriters and the
BruiserTron comes to life. On the screen, a CNN type montage begins with the
words "BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a few moments of
the montage, it starts to spin as it fades off the BruiserTron and the words
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the words
disappear in a fiery explosion and Dick Vitale appears and screams, "IT'S
PRIME TIME BABY!" "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the
arena and rainbow colored pyros go off, starting at the top of the ramp and
continuing to go off all the way down to the ring. Rainbow colored lights
fill the arena.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA!
BECOME THE MEDIA!
THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE!
SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND LOUDER, AND LOUDER!



(Tamer, Vernon, Clancy, Ezekiel, and Kolic appear on the stage and make
straight shot for the ring. Kolic is interacting with the fans a bit. The
rest of Prime Time is showing no emotion as they make their way down the
ramp and enter the ring. Clancy grabs a mic from ringside.)



Mr. Beauregarde: For the last month or so. The boys of Prime Time have been
fighting valiantly against everyone winning matches left and right. But now
it seems in recent weeks there is an outbreak in attacks against them.
Unprovoked, un-called for, attacks from behind. Well we're not going to just
sit back and take it anymore! We've come to the ring because we have
something to say about it..



(Ezekiel takes the mic.)



Ezekiel: Tobey Miliken you have been making my life, rather hard to live.
You know you cannot defeat me. So what do you do? You attack me from behind
and try to take me out. But your attacks are useless, I am as ready as ever
to fight you. This is the time. You seem to not want to wait for our match.
If it is a fight you want come to the ring right now and a fight is what you
will get. Bring anyone you desire to help you.. Bring the Union if you so
desire. Wage Your War!



(Ezekiel tosses the mic in the air and Vernon catches it perfectly.)



Vern: Billy Black have decided to move forth upon me. Well sweety I am
always up for a good scrap. Your little surprise assault may have befallen
me. But your wretched attempt has not taken me out. I am ready for you. even
right now. In this ring.bring your precious "family" if you need them dear.
This is an open call for anyone who wishes to mess with the unbreakable
Union, the first ever Syndicated stable, the original Family, Prime Time.



(Vern turns the mic to be handed off to Tamer. Tamer grabs the mic
aggressively.)



Tamer: WITHERSPOON!!!!



(Tamer breathes deeply.)



Tamer: You've been wanting to fight me for the longest time, haven't ya
Spoon? Well come on then. This is your chance. Last week something went
wrong, got lost in translation. And the love of my life was lost from me. I
didn't even get a chance to stop it. I have no idea what has happened. But I
know this. I will get to the root of it. I will get her back. Your were the
aggressor Spoon. So bring it. Donnie is this how you handle business now.
Sending the Syndicate out to do as you wish. Did you manipulate them so
easily? Well fine then The Syndicate can bring everything. Hell the whole
BMWF can come out right now and fight Prime Time. COME ON!



(There is a buzz about the crowd. Tamer is getting frustrated by every
second that passes where no one come out.)



Tamer: ISN'T THERE SOMEONE. ANYONE!!!!



(Kolic rest his hand on Tamer's shoulder. Tamer shouts out as if he were in
agony falling to his knees. Suddenly "Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays
over the PA system. the fans go crazy. Tamer's eyes light up as he looks
towards the stage. The curtain begins to move. and. Donnie MacPhearson walks
out and makes his way towards the ring holding a bag in one hand and a
microphone in the other.)

Donnie: (shakes his head slowly as if in disbelief) Tamer. You heard the
music and thought Dizi was coming out? Please. She doesn't want anything
to do with you.

(Donnie starts down the aisle towards the ring.)

Donnie: Why would she? You broke her heart. And you thought what? That
she'd come running out here to see you??

(Donnie reaches the ring the edge of the ring.)

Donnie: And even if she wanted to see you, for some insane reason... do you
really think I'd let her?

Tamer stands slowly and raises his head looking at Donnie in fury.)

Tamer: You better make me understand...Because all I see here is another
attempt from you to rip us apart. How did I break her heart? I have done
nothing to hurt her!

(Donnie makes his way up the steps and enters the ring. He walks right up to
Tamer and looks up at him.)

Donnie: You know, you had me fooled. You really did. You with your "I love
her. I'd never hurt her." And last week she came to me in tears! Sobbing
like her heart would break, because you said she wasn't enough for you and
wanted someone else.

(Donnie steps away from Tamer, reaches into the bag and pulls out her purple
and black ring gear.)

Donnie: She doesn't want these anymore. (Throws them to the canvas)

Donnie: Oh, and that car... wherever it is... it's your problem. And as for
this...

(Donnie pulls Dizi's Prime Time jacket out of the bag and steps towards
Tamer.)

Donnie: She told me to get rid of this piece of crap.

(Donnie holds it out to Tamer as if he's going to hand it to him, but then
throws it at Tamer's feet.)

Donnie: She doesn't want anything you ever gave her.

Tamer: Who? Someone else? Donnie.... There is no one else in the world for
me... Through heaven and earth she is the only one for me. There is some
kind of misunderstanding...

Donnie: I have two words for you, Tamer. (Leans closer to Tamer) Rachel
Pitt.

(Tamer is shocked and confused by this. Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: I don't. What. Rachel... You're not making any sense!

Donnie: I'm not making sense? Well, let me make myself perfectly clear....
Stay the hell away from my sister. If you don't, you'll just get more of
what you got last week.

(Tamer stands speechless. Tamer leans down to pick up the jacket as Donnie
heads for the ropes. Tamer grasps the jacket and looks up as Clancy grabs
Donnie and turns him around. Clancy nails Donnie with a heart punch. Donnie
falls to the canvas, clutching his chest and writhing in pain.)

Tamer: NO.

(Tamer looks at Clancy. Clancy smiles at what he did. "Prime Time" by Promoe
begins to play. Tamer stands holding the jacket looking at Clancy. Prime
Time makes their way to the back while Tamer tries to talk to Clancy.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

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

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

(The same riff and drums sound)

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

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

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

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Kolic almost takes Paddy O'Brien's head off with a clothesline
Kolic is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic almost takes Paddy O'Brien's head off with a clothesline
Kolic nails Paddy O'Brien with a 619.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic hits a punch on Paddy O'Brien.
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Paddy O'Brien.
Kolic executes a frog splash on Paddy O'Brien.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic nails Paddy O'Brien with a punch.
Kolic uses a punch on Paddy O'Brien.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Paddy O'Brien with a kick.
Kolic almost takes Paddy O'Brien's head off with a clothesline
Kolic goes for irish whip, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien nails Kolic with a legsweep.
Paddy O'Brien kicks Kolic.
The crowd is cheering on Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kolic.
Paddy O'Brien is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kolic.
Paddy O'Brien hits an Asai moonsault on Kolic.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Paddy O'Brien goes for a baseball slide, but Kolic side-steps and Paddy O'Brien
only hits air.
Paddy O'Brien bumps into Rick Patrick.
Kolic hits a punch on Paddy O'Brien.
Kolic sends Paddy O'Brien into the turnbuckle.
Kolic hits Paddy O'Brien with 10 punch in corner.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic goes for a headbutt, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien uses an Asai moonsault on Kolic.
There is no referee to count.
Paddy O'Brien nails Kolic with a legsweep.
Paddy O'Brien whips Kolic into the turnbuckle, but Kolic reverses it.

JR: Kolic whips Paddy into the turnbuckle, then follows in with a
clothesline! There's a headbutt, another, followed by a heel kick! Kolic
runs to the opposite turnbuckle...whoa! He hit a monster plancha on Paddy!
He's calling for the Binary Blast!

King: If he was Irish like Paddy, it'd be the Shamrock Slam!

JR: That was...very strange, King. Kolic Irish Whips...

King: See! He is Irish!

JR: Dang it King! You made me miss the Binary Blast! Kolic goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, 3!

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

---January 22, 2004: Final Event---

(We enter the dojo for the final time, Alexei Romanov, his elder advisor
Omori-san and the two dojo students prepare for the last portion of Itameru
Fujimi training. Each student holds in their hands a unique paddle, wooden
and wrapped with a somewhat thick gauge wire. The students wear heavy gloves
around the handles, the reason behind the safety becoming very obvious.
Omori-san steps back and the students strike their paddles together, a vile
spark emitting from the contact. With the successful test, the exchange
begins. The first student swings.)

*ZZAAP!!*

(Alexei shouts, clenching his body tight as he drops quickly to a knee. He's
soon right back up and prepares for the next strike. He doesn't have to wait
long as the student swings his electrified paddle. Alexei again shouts in
pain and falls again. He gets up again and the students exchange blows
several more times until Alexei takes too long to stand. When he finishes,
they put the paddles aside and Omori-san checks on the Russian. Alexei nods,
his breath heavy as he mutters one quiet word.)

ALEXEI: Akuru, Omori-san...

(Omori-san nods, gesturing for the students to leave the room. They return
shortly with a device, trailed by several wires on pads. The students place
the pads at different points on Alexei's body. Two on his chest, two on his
abdomen, two on his shoulderblades and the final one on his lower back. The
students depart and Omori-san approaches the machine. He waits for Alexei's
nod before twisting a small black dial on the machine and pressing a button.
Alexei flinches, but is otherwise unaffected.)

ALEXEI: Ichidanto.

(At his command, Omori-san turns the dial higher. He waits before pressing
the button again. Alexei lets out a sound and jumps, but is still
unaffected.)

ALEXEI: Ichidanto!

(Omori-san turns the dial higher, proceeding to the final few steps of the
training. This time, he holds the button down. Alexei shouts and grits his
teeth tightly, his muscles tightening to a painful degree. Several seconds
later, and he releases. Alexei nearly falls, but maintains his balance and
orders to proceed.)

ALEXEI: Ichi.. danto!

(The dial is turned higher and again, Omori-san presses the button down.
Alexei screams at the pain, feeling the current rip through his body. His
muscles are tight and pulsing as he clenches his fists tightly, drawing
blood from his palms. He waits for Alexei's command to stop, but it doesn't
come. Alexei continues to resist. Ten seconds pass. The pads begin to burn
his flesh. Fifteen seconds. Finally, Alexei waves his hand and Omori-san
releases the button. Alexei tries to breathe but falls to the floor and
quickly the elder and his students rush to his side. All are surprised when
it only takes a few moments for Alexei to recover. When he reaches his feet,
the students help him to the back, leaving only Omori-san in the shot.)

OMORI-SAN: Joutou, Alexei. Joutou.

(Fade...)

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Couch knocking on the Union locker room door. The door opens and Shane Perish walks out to enormous amount of boos. He looks down at Couch.)

Shane: Can I help you?

Couch: I was hoping to find you. I wanted your thoughts on your match tonight.

Shane: My thoughts?

Couch: If you wouldn’t mind.

Shane: Ok fair enough. Dreadnaught is going to wish he hadn’t attacked me and Harry last week. Tonight I’m going to walk into that ring and show him why you don’t mess with the Union!

Couch: Well as of late the Union seems to be out of touch.

Shane: Which is all about to change we’re reset. We know what we need to do and what we are going to do. See tonight Harry and I are going to win our way into that Chamber then We’re going to work together to win that chamber match and go onto BruiserMania and Win the World title.

Couch: Those are pretty cocky statements.

Shane: those are true statements. And Again as for Dreadnaught any ring rust he may or may not have, let me put it this way. I plan on knocking it all off in our match tonight So Couch excuse me so I can get back to what I was doing.

(Shane closes the door after returning to the room.)

FADE

>>>
 
JR: Black is getting ready for his match!
 
(The camera shows the door of The Family locker room and Spirit pushes it open. William Black follows right behind her. Spirit pauses for a second and she looks directly into the eyes of Dreadnaught. William Black pulls Spirit back to his side and looks right at Dreadnaught.)
 
BLACK: Welcome back Dread. Good ta see you're not pushing up daisies!

Dreadnaught: You know Black, it’s good to be back!

(The two look at each other and then touch fists.)

Dreadnaught: I see you have chosen your side!

(Dreadnaught points at the Family sign on the locker room.)

BLACK: Yeah.

(William Black shrugs in a semi unsympathetic fashion.)

BLACK: You know me. Always looking out for numero uno. Lowedown seems to have things in order around here. Seems like the place to be.

Dreadnaught: You got that right! Now, I came by to see you for one reason!

BLACK: Yeah, what’s that?

Dreadnaught: Good luck out there against Ravven!

(Spirit rolls her eyes. William Black just shakes his head and chuckles.)

BLACK: Ravven? Please. Don’t worry about me. You're the one not at 100%. Besides...

(William Black cants his head in Spirit's direction.)

BLACK: Don't let her long legs fool you. This chick here packs a punch as hard as I do.

(Dreadnaught kind of smiles, chuckling a little.)

Dreadnaught: Can Urban Legends like us ever get to 100%? The streets is a dangerous place! And even at 10% I can throw these fools around here!

BLACK: Guess not. Take care of yourself Dread, and I will see you in the Chamber!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, and when we get in there, just know, once my targets are eliminated, you and I may have to go at it, son!

BLACK: Sounds like a plan to me.

Dreadnaught: Now after that is over, I may have business to talk to you about!

BLACK: Anytime, you know ho to reach me... But right now, it's time for me to get that spot in the Chamber.

Dreadnaught: Handle your business!
 
(Dreadnaught watches as Black walks down the hall before his match.)

>>>

(The scene opens backstage in the Prime Time locker room. Kolic is standing
in front of the door. Kate is looking over papers in the corner. Tamer,
Vernon, and Ezekiel are sitting around rather restless. Clancy is trying to
explain himself to Tamer.)



Mr. Beauregarde: My boy. he deserved a lesson. And I gave him one.



Tamer: That's not the point. Danielle and Donnie have a connection. She can't
stand seeing her brother get hurt.



Mr. Beauregarde: Well I'm sorry boy. I couldn't hold back.



Tamer: Just try harder next time.



Mr. Beauregarde: I will. You must admit I got him good.



(Everyone chuckles.)



Tamer: It was a nice shot. I never said I didn't enjoy watching Donnie get
smacked.



Vern: That man deserves more than that. Perhaps a good whipping would do him
well.



Ezekiel: A run in with my staple gun might enlighten him.



(Everyone laughs except Kolic.)



Tamer: How about we get to. work.



(Tamer stands and grabs his bullwhip clipping it to his belt, Vernon pick up
his brass knuckles and slips them in his pocket, And Ezekiel loads up his
staple gun then holsters it. They start for the door but Kolic holds out his
hand stopping them.)



Kolic: I won't let you go.



(Tamer, Ezekiel, and Vern laughs.)



Tamer: Funny. Now come on.



Kolic: No. what you're doing isn't right.



Vern: It's called revenge darling.



Kolic: Revenge only spreads further hate.



Ezekiel: We were attacked first Kolic...This is a response.



Kolic: You should resolve things in other ways. Wait until you get matches.



Tamer: Do unto others, as others do unto you.



Kolic: You all have important matches tonight right? Well what if this
backfires and you get hurt.



Tamer: So you want us to just sit back and do nothing.



Kolic: I didn't say that. I'm just looking out for what's best for Prime
Time. You and Ezekiel have to defend your titles tonight. And Vern has to
qualify for the Bedlam Bowl. So I'm not letting you guys leave.



Mr. Beauregarde: I almost hate to say it, but he may have a point boys.



Kate: You should listen to him.



(Tamer throws his arms in the air. Tamer, Vernon, and Ezekiel all go back to
sitting down.)



Ezekiel: This is ridiculous.



Vern: An absolute outrage.



Tamer: Mother*bleeper*!



Kolic: I'm doing this for you guys.



(Kolic grabs a chair and sits down in front of the door as we fade.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a Bedlam Bowl Qualifying Match!

Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 269 pounds...

William Black

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ravven

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(William Black gets his offense underway by ducking a punch from Ravven and then kicking him in the guts to double him over. William Black then locks Ravven up in a Side Headlock before changing the hold over to a Standing Armlock.)

JR: Hey. That's good matwork by William Black
KING: Booooorrring. I want to see Francine and Spirit go at it!
JR: Whatever, King.

(William Black slams an elbow onto the side of Ravven's head, knocking him just a little coocoo before sending him to the mat with an Arm Drag. With Ravven on the mat, Black drops down to a single knee, slamming the other into Ravven's shoulder before applying a Cross Armbreaker.)

JR: Cross Armbreaker applied! Ravven could give up right here!
KING: Don't be stupid JR! This is only William Black's first match spot! Ravven won't give up yet!

(Just as King predicted, Ravven refuses to give up this early in the match. So then, while still maintaining the hold on Ravven's arm, Black pulls him to his feet, only to send Ravven right back down to the mat with a Russian Legsweep.)

JR: Russian Legsweep! One! Two! Shoulder up! Lateral Press! One! Two! Shoulder up! Again! One! Two! Shoulder up!

(William Black gives up on Pinning Ravven at this point and instead picks him up by his head. Then Black hefts Ravven into the air for a Brainbuster, but instead of dropping Ravven to the mat right away, William Black lets him hang for almost 30 seconds.)

JR: Oh my GAWD! Folks look at that power! Look at that Strength! All of Ravven's blood is rushing to his head!

(Finally, William Black drops Ravven, spiking him head first into the mat by way of Brainbuster Suplex. Ravven hits with such impact that he sits right up, slouching forwards with an out cold, dizzy look on his face.)

JR: Ravven's out cold! William Black goes for the cover...
KING: Puppies!!!

(Francine has climbed up on the apron and distracted the referee from making the count. William Black sees this though and gets up, chasing her down before going back to work.)

JR: Ravven uses a powerbomb on William Black.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven hits a legdrop on William Black.
Ravven hits a powerslam on William Black.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven smacks William Black with a devastating short clothesline .
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits William Black with an elbow.
Ravven executes an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle on William Black.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven locks William Black in a front facelock.
William Black breaks the hold after 5 seconds.
William Black hits Ravven.
William Black punches Ravven.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black nails Ravven with a tiger driver.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black uses a flying forearm on Ravven.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Ravven blocks it.
William Black whips Ravven into the ropes.
William Black goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Ravven blocks it.

Ravven whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
William Black goes for a bodyslam, but Ravven counters it with an elbowsmash.
Ravven nails William Black with a swinging neckbreaker.
Ravven is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Ravven hits William Black with a bodyslam.
Ravven takes William Black down with a stomp.
Ravven takes William Black down with a chop.

(William Black takes advantage of Ravven after blocking a pair of punching and connecting with a counter punch of his own and following it up by sending Ravven into the ropes with an Irish Whip.)

JR: Ravven comes off the ropes. Cross Body--no wait. William Black caught him in mid air. We've all seen this before! SILENCER!!! One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up! Wow that was close!

(Black doesn't seem to be able to believe that Ravven has kicked up from the Silencer, so he picks him up off of the mat and throws him back down with a T-Bone Suplex. Black doesn't look finished though, and drags Ravven to his feet once again throwing him into the ropes.)

JR: Ravven comes off of the ropes once again. Clothes-no... Ravven ducks!!
KING: It's a miracle!
JR: Ravven runs into the ropes. Off the ropes!!! SUPERKICK!!! SUPERKICK from William Black and it's light's out for Ravven!!! One! Two! Thr--And Francine has yet again Distracted the referee!!!
KING: Haha! She's doing a better job then Spirit tonight!

Ravven takes William Black down with a dropkick.
Ravven goes for a series of stomps, but William Black rolls out of the way.
William Black goes for a backdrop, but Ravven counters it with a sunset flip.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven hits William Black.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
William Black kicks Ravven.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black kicks Ravven.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven throws William Black out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, William Black reenters the ring.

JR: I'm not sure how, but Ravven has somehow gained control of this match.
KING: He must've got lucky.

(Ravven knocks William Black to the mat with a punch. Then Ravven throws Black into the ropes and knocks him down again with a Bulldog. Finally Ravven runs into the ropes and connects with a Legdrop. He looks like he might be going for a pin, but Francine distracts the referee by climbing up on the apron and chasing Spirit off.)

JR: I'm not sure what that was, folks. It looked like Spirit was trying to distract the referee, but got caught by Francine.

(With the Referee distracted, William Black scores with a Low Blow on Ravven, doubling him all the way over.)

JR: I knew it! I knew we'd see William Black's true colors in this match King!
KING: So did I! I knew we'd see him take full advantage of every opportunity. That's what really good Technical Wrestlers do!
JR: Whatever, King. I still say he's a big cheater!

(The referee comes over and sees Ravven staggering around while holding his groin and questions William Black about it. Black insists that he hit Ravven in the guts with a punch. The referee seems to believe him and lets the match continue.)

KING: Haha! Stupid Referee! What and idiot!

(William Black grabs Ravven by the head when he turns around. Then Black puts Ravven's head between his legs and applies a Double Underhook.)

JR: Oh my! This could be dangerous! Tiger Driver! Tiger Driver from William Black! One! Two! And Ravven just barely kicks out!

Ravven hits William Black.
Ravven seemingly enjoys the boos.
Ravven chops William Black.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven nails William Black with a chop.
Ravven executes a hiptoss on William Black.
Ravven covers William Black.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven uses a bodyslam on William Black.
Ravven goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but William Black counters it with
a side suplex.
William Black goes for a brainbuster, but Ravven counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven gives the sign for the Evenflow DDT.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on William Black.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Ravven runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Ravven with a backdrop.
Ravven falls out of the ring.
William Black rolls out under the bottom rope.
William Black hits Ravven with a flying elbowdrop.
William Black goes for a brainbuster, but Ravven counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Francine comes from behind, but William Black nails Francine.
Ravven whips William Black into the guardrail.
Ravven uses a chop on William Black.
Al Johnson counts: 3.
Ravven whips William Black into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 4.
Ravven climbs back into the ring.
William Black climbs back into the ring.
Ravven gets a front facelock on William Black.
William Black tries to escape the hold.
William Black is inching his way towards the ropes.
William Black gets ahold of the ropes after 13 seconds.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Ravven with a backdrop.
Ravven falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Ravven
reenters the ring.
William Black goes for cross armbreaker, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven takes William Black down with a hiptoss.
Ravven nails William Black with a bodyslam.
Ravven uses a belly-to-back suplex on William Black.
Ravven goes for a bodyslam, but William Black counters it with an elbowsmash.
William Black goes for tilt-a-whirl-pile driver, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven sends William Black into the turnbuckle, but William Black reverses it.
William Black runs shoulder-first into the corner.
William Black takes Ravven down with a Russian legsweep.
William Black goes for a brainbuster, but Ravven counters it with
a vertical suplex.
William Black re-reverses it.
William Black goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Ravven counters it with
a DDT.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
In turn, William Black counters it with a backdrop.
William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but Ravven counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
Ravven nails William Black with a chop.
Ravven uses a bodyslam on William Black.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Ravven with a kick.

JR: William Black catches a kick from Ravven. Black spins Ravven Around. Back Suplex! One! Two! Francine is in the ring! William Black breaks up the cover.
KING: Don't hurt the puppies!

(At this point, Spirit has had enough and slides inside the ring, running after Francine who in turn quickly slides outside of the ring. Francine runs all the way around the ring, twice, with Spirit in hot persuit before sliding inside of the ring. Spirit stops chasing Francine and stands outside of the ring, watching her. Francine points at Spirit and laughs, making a motion to the side of her head stating she's smarter then her... but then she backs into William Black who is just standing there. Suddenly Spirit gets a smug look on her face.)

KING: Francine's not feeling too smart now! Haha! Look at her! Look at the look on Francine's face! Haha!

(Francine turns around slowly, a look of utter shock on her face when she realizes who she just backed into. She starts pleading and backs away while Spirit slides inside the ring behind her.)

JR: Oh come on... this isn't right! That's a defenseless woman in there!

(Francine then backs into Spirit. Before she can turn around and try to run, Spirit throws Francine into the corner, stunning her. Then Spirit sets Francine up on the top rope. With Francine up on the top rope, Spirit climbs up to the top too, finally delivering a Superplex that sends Francine crashing to the mat while simultaniously sending the crowd into a series of cheers. Spirit stands up, over Francine and picks her up, throwing her over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, stopping only to pose for the crowd.)

CAPACITY CROWD: SPIR-IT!!! SPIR-IT!!! SPIR-IT!!! SPIR-IT!!!

JR: I can't believe it! This crowd is actually cheering for that Jezebel!
KING: Look! Ravven's gotten up!!!

(Ravven comes running towards William Black, intent on hitting him from behind, but Black seems aware of this and quickly turns around, planting Ravven with a Spinebuster.)

JR: SPINEBUSTER!!! That shook the ring! William Black's already in the corner! Ravven's slowly getting to his feet. Black's got the forearm raised! We all know what's coming!
KING: Ravven isn't going to see this coming! Haha!
JR: Flying Forearm connects! Ravven is down! Listen to this capacity crowd!

CAPACITY CROWD: FEEL THE BOOM! FEEL THE BOOM! FEEL THE BOOM!

(William Black quickly picks Ravven up by his head and hooks him up.)

JR: EMPTY CHAMBER! EMPTY CHAMBER! EMPTY CHAMBER '03 on RAVVEN! The referee is in position! One! Two...

THE REF IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING!

KING: It's The Embalmer!!

JR: The ref is out cold on the outside!
William Black uses a flying forearm on Ravven.
The Embalmer enters the ring and hits William Black with the formaldehyde.
The cheers for Ravven are drowning out the boos.
William Black is out cold.
Al Johnson saw it despite being groggy.
Al Johnson disqualifies Ravven.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is William Black!

JR": This one is over! William Black has just earned himself a position in the Elimination Chamber!
KING: Oh no! That means he has a chance to be the number one contender!

KING: That formaldehyde smell is awful!

 JR: We'll be right back!

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(A mere moments before his Elimination Chamber qualifying match Ryushi Fujita is standing backstage quietly preparing himself for his match with Witherspoon. Just as he is ready to make his way to the entrance to the arena he is greeted by The Couch.)

The Couch: Ryushi, any last words before your match with Witherspoon?

(Fujita just stares at The Couch.)

The Couch: I know this is last minute but I was just won-

(Fujita quickly grabs The Couch by the collar.)

Ryushi Fujita: Wondering what Couch? Huh? Wondering what I was thinking going into a match against someone who has seemingly put no thought about facing me tonight? A man who has been focused on Tamer's love life more than wrestling me tonight for a shot at the Elimination Chamber. Tonight Couch, I enter that ring and I will wrestle Witherspoon and who knows maybe his lack of focus on me will be his downfall.

(With that Fujita releases The Couch and makes hsi way towards the entrance area as we head back to the arena.)

(In The Syndicate Locker Room, Dizi is sitting on the couch with a portable DVD player. Witherspoon is seated a nearby table, playing solitare, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a beer on the table next to him.)

Dizi: Are you sure you don't want to watch this with me?

Witherspoon: I'm not really into "Buffy, The Vampire Slayer"

Dizi: Your loss. I'm hungry. Do you have any pudding?

(Witherspoon, turns and looks at her for a moment. He smiles slightly, shaking his head in mild disbelief, as he snuffs out his cigarette. Then he makes a show of checking his pockets.)

Witherspoon: No. No pudding.

Dizi: Do you think the concession stand has pudding?

Witherspoon: I doubt it.

Dizi: I really would like some chocolate pudding. Or nachos. With extra cheese. And sour cream.

Witherspoon: The concession stand has nachos.

Dizi: Swear?!

Witherspoon: Swear.

(Dizi bounces off the couch and makes a beeline for the door. Witherspoon following. Within moments, they arrive at the concession stand. Dizi steps up to the counter, while Spoon leans against the wall a few feet away, lights a cigarette and scans the hallway.)

Concession Stand Nerd: Can I help you?

Dizi: I want nachos! With extra cheese. And sour cream. Lots of it.

Concession Stand Nerd: I'm sorry, we didn't get our cheese in the last order, so we don't have nachos.

Dizi: But, I want them.

Concession Stand Nerd: But, we don't have them.

Dizi: It says on the sign you have them.

Concession Stand Nerd: We're out at the moment.

Dizi: Well, why are they on the sign?

Concession Stand Nerd: It's a temporary thing. We'll have them soon.

Dizi: How soon?

Concession Stand Nerd: Tomorrow.

Dizi: I won't be here tomorrow.

Concession Stand Nerd: Well, I guess that's too bad for you.

(Dizi thinks about this for a minute.)

Dizi: Spoon said you'd have them.

Concession Stand Nerd: Well, 'Spoon' was wrong.

Dizi: Oh, I don't think so.... he seemed pretty sure about it.

Concession Stand Nerd: Well, 'Spoon' is a bigger idiot than you are.

Dizi: Huh.

(Dizi turns at looks at Spoon leaning against the wall a few feet away, just out of sight of the Concession Stand Nerd.)

Dizi: He says they don't have nachos. And he's insinuating that I'm an idiot. And he's stating that you're an idiot. And I really, really want nachos.

Witherspoon: Did he now?

(Witherspoon moves over to the concession stand, resting his hands on the counter and leaning across it. Witherspoon inhales deeply on his cigarette and blows the smoke into the Concession Stand Nerd's face.)

Witherspoon: What's up with calling this beautiful woman an idiot?

Concession Stand Nerd: Uhh, I really didn't mean too. And you're not suppose to be smoking.

(Witherspoon leans across the counter farther, looking down at the Concession Stand Nerd. He takes another drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke into the Nerd's face again.)

Witherspoon: What was that?

Concession Stand Nerd: Uhh, Nothing. Sir.

Witherspoon: That's what I thought. Now, what about The Nachos?

Concession Stand Nerd: We don't have them.

Witherspoon: That's false advertisement. We could sue you. I never had much patience for Lawyers though. I get things done in quicker ways.

(Witherspoon's hands tighten into fists. The Concession Stand Nerd's face loses all color, and his lower lip quivers.)

Witherspoon: You'll get her Nachos, won't you?

(The Nerd remains staring at Witherspoon)

WItherspoon: Nod.

(He nods quickly)

Witherspoon: That's a good boy. Now get on with it. You can deliver them to The Syndicate's dressing room.

(Witherspoon turns and makes an 'after you' gesture to Dizi. Dizi smiles brightly at him, then heads back towards the locker room.)

FADE

>>>


(The scene opens showing Kolic walking out of the bathroom connected to the
Prime Time locker room.)



Kolic: Do you guys have to give me the silent-



(Kolic looks around the Prime Time locker room. Kate has her chin on her
hands. Clancy is shaking his head. The chair Kolic was sitting in is
broken.)



Kolic: What? Where did they go?



Mr. Beauregarde: They're handlin' business.



Kolic: I thought we were a group. Why didn't they listen to me?



FADE

>>>

(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm is taking a couple of practice swings with his nine iron. Michael Bole is standing nearby.)

Michael: Hey Kevin, welcome back.

Kevin: Hey Michael, thanks. It's nice to be back. Not being able to wrestler was torture.

Michael: Must have been. So, what is your opinion on this situation with Tamer, Witherspoon, and Dizi?

Kevin: I'm not totally sure. I believe that they should just sit down and talk about it, it would be solved. However, I don't trust Donnie. Don't know why, just something in the back of mind is flashing bright red lights.

Michael: Well, what about your hardcore match? This is your first one here.

Kevin: That's why I've been training.

Michael: What about your leg?

Kevin: The doctors believe that I can wrestle, and it's been feeling good. My leg will stand up for this match.

Michael: What about Alexei Romanov?

Kevin: I'm not worried about him. Not at all. Now if you excuse me...

(Kevin leaves, as the cameras fade... to... black...)

>>>

(The scene opens to a very luxurious office. The camera pans into a room and sees a crowd gathered around a cake. The crowd of people are gathered around Ron Johnson and his girlfriend Jennifer. The cake has a single candle in the middle of it and the crowd is cheering as Ron kisses his love. Ron clears his throat and the room hushes quickly.)

Ron: Well, guys, it was all really nice of you to throw me and Jennifer a going-away party like this.

Jen: Yeah, you guys didn't really have to do this.

Woman: It's the least we could do for you, especially since you guys may not ever come back.

Ron: Guys, if that one day never would've happened, then Jen and I would never be together. Sadly, I have some bad news to tell you all.

(The crowd tenses to hear the bad news.)

Ron: I've sold the office to an environmental group from Florida. So, tomorrow, when we leave, you guys will be under new management. You may even lose your jobs.

(The group of people are in shock at the news, and one woman even faints. There is an awkward silence as Ron and Jessica pick this moment to run out of the room. They leave the office in a hurry, and now they arrive in the parking lot. They both run to a red Jaguar, where Ron hurries to get in and start the car. They drive away just as their former employees come rushing out after them. Ron swerves away onto the road and to safety.)

Ron: I swear, Jen, why couldn't we have hired people with some common sense?

Jen: Well, what is wrong with them?

Ron: Well, they can't comprehend that we needed to sell the office. We're starting new lives, and to do that, we can't be worrying about anything like that. Are you having any second thoughts?

Jen: Well, to tell you the truth, yes. But, when you sold the office, it showed how much you really care for me. So, I'm glad that I'm escorting you into this next chapter of your life.

Ron: Yeah, the BMWF doesn't know what's coming. Those pathetic imbeciles can't even spell their own names. That's why I'm going to rise to the top so quickly. The BMWF is without a thinking man's wrestler. And, with you at my side, no one will be able to stop me.

Jen: I know. The women in the BMWF are all extreme sluts too. I guess we're both gonna be sore thumbs.

Ron: Yeah well, it'll be like that until I can find a way to gain the respect of those stupid Neanderthals.

Jen: Don't worry, baby, I know you can do it.

Ron: I know, that's why I'm doing all of it for you.

Jen: I love you, Ron.

Ron: And I love you, too.

(The scene fades as Ron kisses Jen as they begin on their journey to reach the BMWF.)

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

Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

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

LILLY: His opponent...
From Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Witherspoon

(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.)

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 coming out for his Bedlam Bowl Qualifying match!

(Witherspoon walks out onto stage and looks around as the crowd boos loudly. He lifts his World Television into the air as the crowd boos even louder. Witherspoon draps his belt over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, slidding into it. he hops onto the second turnbuckle and lifts his title into the air, his right hand holding onto the strap as his left hand beats on his chest. He hops down and hands his title over to the ref.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Witherspoon ducks out of the way.
Witherspoon sends Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Witherspoon runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ryushi Fujita
moves out of the way.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a head and arm suplex, but Witherspoon counters it with
a Victory Roll.
Bart Farinus counts: One, shoulder up.

JR: Witherspoon surges accross the ring and floors Ryushi with a clothesline!
Witherspoon is laying the boots into Ryushi
Witherspoon powerbombs Ryushi
Witherspoon throws Ryushi into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Ryushi with an atomic drop
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1... shoulders up!
Witherspoon chokes Ryushi
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon goes for the pin
1...2... kick out!
WItherspoon locks in a Boston crab
Ryushi screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Ryushi struggles to break free
THe ref checks on Ryushi
The ref asks Ryushi if he wants to quit
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Ryushi fights his way to the ropes
WItherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
The ref yells at Witherspoon
Witherspoon hits Ryushi with a brainbuster
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2...shoulders up

King: Witherspoon is just manhandling RYushi tonight!

JR: THis is true! Witherspoon is attempting to cripple Ryushi with his power moves and end this match early!

King: Attempting nothing! Spoon is actually doing it!

JR: With as many enemies as Witherspoon has made, I don't doubt it
Witherspoon throws Ryushi into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon slams his shoulder into Ryushi
Witherspoon chokes Ryushi
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon chops Ryushi to the ground.
THe ref threatens to DQ Witherspoon
Witherspoon throws Ryushi into the ropes

(Witherspoon catches Ryushi as he runs back at him, lifting into the air and turning around before slamming Ryushi into the mat)

King: Whoa!

JR: WItherspoon with a well executed Spinebuster, and now the cover!
1...2...kick out!

Witherspoon goes for a bearhug, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a punch.
Ryushi Fujita takes Witherspoon down with a Northern Lights suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita nails Witherspoon with a head and arm suplex.
Ryushi Fujita goes for the STF, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon executes a powerbomb on Ryushi Fujita.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon goes for haymaker, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita executes a Northern Lights suplex on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita nails Witherspoon with a head and arm suplex.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ryushi Fujita climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Witherspoon nails him
in the stomach.
Ryushi Fujita falls onto the top turnbuckle.
Ryushi Fujita falls back into the ring.
Witherspoon executes a headlock on Ryushi Fujita.
Witherspoon puts Ryushi Fujita in a bearhug.
Ryushi Fujita is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ryushi Fujita manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 9 seconds.
Witherspoon whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Witherspoon hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Ryushi Fujita with a clothesline.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".

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

Witherspoon executes a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
Witherspoon throws Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Witherspoon nails Ryushi Fujita with a shoulder block.
Witherspoon goes for a chokehold, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a facerake.
Ryushi Fujita uses a Northern Lights suplex on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita uses a Northern Lights suplex on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

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

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

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

Ryushi Fujita nails Witherspoon with a Northern Lights suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon punches Ryushi Fujita.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Witherspoon hits Ryushi Fujita.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Witherspoon nails Ryushi Fujita with big boot to face.
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Witherspoon locks Ryushi Fujita in a boot choke.
Bart Farinus warns Witherspoon to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.

JR: Witherspoon hits Ryushi with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon follows with a boot choke
He releases the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon head buts Ryushi
Witherspoon doubles Ryushi over with a haymaker
Witherspoon slams RYushi's skull into the mat with a Crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... foot on the ropes!
Witherspoon locks in an arm bar on Ryushi
Ryushi screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Ryushi struggles to break free

King: WItherspoon's about to break his arm!

JR: THe ref is checking on Ryushi
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Ryushi screams loudly
Ryushi clutches at his arm
WItherspoon tightens the hold.
Ryushi's hand hovers above the mat
Witherspoon drops the hold!
WItherspoon is kicking Ryushi on the mat!

King: Spoon you almost won!

JR: It looks like Witherspoon going to deal some poor pain here. Just end it!
Witherspoon whips Ryushi into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Ryushi in a pair hug
Ryushi screams in pain
Witherspoon shakes Ryushi
Ryushi tries to break free
WItherspoon slams Ryushi to the mat with a spinebuster
Witherspoon whips Ryushi into a turnbuckle
Witherspoon superplexes Ryushi from the top rope
He goes for the cover!
1...2...thr... WItherspoon breaks the count!

(Witherspoon sits up on his knees and holds his arms out as the crowd boos loudly)

JR: Come on Witherspoon! Ryushi can barely walk!

King: Witherspoon is doing what he does best JR!

JR: Witherspoon leans over Ryushi and slaps him accross his face.
Witherspoon leaps onto the second rope and throws his fist into the air, beating his chest
The crowd boos Witherspoon loudly
Witherspoon hops down and lifts Ryushi onto his shoulders

(Witherspoon spins around twice, grabbing Ryushi's legs and slaming him to the mat)

JR:SubZero! It's Finally over! Witherspoon is going for the cover!

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Witherspoon!

("Let's Go" by Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon accepts his belt from the ref. He shouts down in Ryushi's face before leaping onto the ropes and raising his title into the air. The arena fills with boos, and Witherspoon laughs down at them. He hops from the ropes and rolls from the ring, walking to the back, the crowds booing following him.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A motorcycle roar is heard in the background and as the camera zooms out, a black Ducati motorcycle approaches the main BMWF building and stops near the side walk. It is ridden by a big man, wearing black leather and a black motorcycle helmet with a dark tinted visor. A shiny metal hockey stick is extending from the back of the motorcycle, inserted in a custom made socket. The big man, having his back to the camera, takes off the helmet exposing his long blonde hair. He reaches over to the side, picks up an old hockey mask and straps it onto his head…jumps off the motorcycle, pulls out the hockey stick and walks into the building. The camera begins to follow him through the corridors. The big man walks with a slow pace, taking fairly big steps, looking to his left and right at the surprised and somehow scared BMWF fans. He enters the locker room area and walks through a door, where a short-fat man appears to have been expecting him.)
 
Short-Fat man: Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting around this stinky locker room for nearly a quarter of an hour.
 
(The big man approaches the short man and gives him a friendly pat on the back; he answers back with a strong Russian accent.)
 
Big man: I sorry PJ, I was in bike shop . . . and there were many many bikes . . . and I . . .
 
PJ: HEY, noooo touchy, this is an Italian suit . . . like, from Italy, ok? Look Vlad, if I am going to continue to be your manager, and if you wanna keep your day job, you’re just gonna have to do things my way. And when PJ says that he doesn’t like to wait for anyone, you better get your act together and hurry your @ss up next time . . . seriously big guy, I am only doing this for you.
 
Vlad: Ok . . . I know boss, you busy man and Vlad won’t be late again. PJ wants see Vlad’s new bike now? I got it with new money PJ gave Vlad, I always wanted bike, come on PJ, I want to show you . . .
 
(Vlad holds the door open for PJ)
 
Vlad: Come PJ, let’s go . . .
 
PJ: Ehmmm . . . not right now Vlad, maybe later. Listen, I’ve been very busy all this week arranging your new contract at BMWF, so that YOU can have your wrestling again. I also managed to get you a veeeery comfortable pay cut, and settle my managing fees as well, maybe a THANK YOU would be nice. It’s all about you, you, you, isn’t it? . . . PJ’s efforts are never appreciated.
 
Vlad: Thank you PJ, you care very much for Vlad, and Vlad loves you.
 
(PJ looks around the room, checking for any witnesses, and then tries to whisper to Vlad)
 
PJ: Vlad I told you not to . . . Ok Vlad, seriously, all that stuff about love, keep them to yourself. I got a reputation to maintain. But anyway, what are we doing talking rubbish here? You have to make your ring entrance today, it’s the reason why we’re both here isn’t it?
 
Vlad: But Vlad came to show bike to PJ . . . you don’t want see?
 
PJ: Ok big guy, you show me after this, let’s get going.
 
(Vlad and PJ walk towards the main arena, where the crowd is waiting to see BMWF’s new signing. Just before they step out from behind the curtain, PJ turns to Vlad.)
 
PJ: Ok, just follow my lead, no fancy stuff.
 
Vlad: Yes boss . . . Vlad understands.
 
(They enter the arena to the sound of Steve Vai’s ‘Bad Horsie’, greet the fans and exit, PJ is posing and drawing the attention onto himself while Vlad is following him quietly.)

(The scene opens backstage. Tamer, Ezekiel, and Vernon Vanderbilt are walking down the hallway.
They are obviously in battle mode, faces stern and weapons at the ready.)

JR: Who are these three going after first?

King: I don't know, but I bet it's gonna be violent! Tee hee!

JR: Prime Time is on the warpath tonight!

(The determined trio comes across a production assistant.)

Tamer: Spoon.

Ezekiel: Where is he?

Vernon: Have you seen him?

P.A.: Uh. . .I think he was in the catering area.

Tamer: Thanks.

(The three of them head to the dining area. Witherspoon is standing with his back to them,
talking to a member of the road crew. The trio rushes him, catching him off guard.)

Tamer: Witherspoon! Tonight you pay!

(Tamer readies his bullwhip, Ezekiel whips out his staple gun, and Vernon slips on his brass
knuckles.)

Vernon: You mess with one of us. . .

Ezekiel: You mess with all of us!

(Vernon blasts Witherspoon in the head with a brass-knuckled punch. Witherspoon staggers backward
as Ezekiel lays in with the staple gun. Witherspoon drops to the floor as the three of them set
upon him with a series of vicious kicks and punches. Vernon and Ezekiel grab Witherspoon and
hoist him to his feet, holding him in place.)

Tamer: You'd better think twice about whose personal life you get involved in!

(Tamer wraps his whip around Witherspoon's neck.)

Tamer: Over here, guys!

(The three of them drag Witherspoon over to a forklift. The prongs are in the up position. Tamer
kicks Witherspoon in the gut, and then cinches the whip around Witherspoon's neck. He tosses the
other end over one of the forks and starts to pull. Witherspoon's feet leave the ground as Vernon
and Ezekiel release their grip.)

JR: He's going to hang Witherspoon! Someone put a stop to this!

King: Now, now! It's just starting to get good!

JR: You would think so, you sicko.

(Witherspoon continues to struggle, but Tamer refuses to let go.)

Tamer: You stay away from Danielle! You hear me?

(Witherspoon gasps, unable to answer.)

Tamer: You hear me!?

(Witherspoon continues to struggle, but is obviously growing weaker.)

Tamer: YOU HEAR ME!?!?

(Witherspoon starts to go limp, and Tamer finally releases him. He immediately collapses to the
floor.)

Vernon: Poor Spoonie.

Ezekiel: Indeed.

Tamer: Maybe you oughta talk to Donnie about this. I'd say his career advice hasn't worked in
your favor, Spoon.

(The three of them exit, leaving a battered and angry Witherspoon alone on the floor.)

FADE OUT

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a Bedlam Bowl Qualifying Match!

Hailing from Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. Shane’s voice comes over the PA system.)

PA: NOW IT’S DREADNAUGHT"S TURN TO PERISH!!!!

(A blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom. "Superstar 2" By Saliva blares over the PA system. Blue laser lights go over the crowd accompanied by gold strobes. Shane comes out from behind the curtain wearing his blue urban camo pants and a black tank top. Shane walks down the ramp followed by a late Jacklyn J.. Shane rolls in the ring and looks around at the crowd and waits for the opening bell.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

PA: IT”S ALMOST OVER NOW…ALMOST OVER NOW!
 
(“Rockstar” by NERD begins to blast through the arena as the lights dim and explosions of pyro go off on the edge of the stage. The Bruiser-tron shows an image of a nuclear explosion and pyro erupts and forms small mushroom clouds. The stage is flooded with smoke and Dreadnaught emerges from the smoke and on the top of the stage. Dreadnaught is dressed in his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey and black baggy jeans. He throws his hands in the air on the top of the stage and just looks over the entire arena. He pulls a mic out of his pocket and puts it up to his mouth.)
 
Dreadnaught: Go ahead and cut my music, I need to hear my fans!
 
(The fans cheer loudly as Dreadnaught points out at the Nashville fans.)
 
Dreadnaught: You know the dirty South loves the Dread! And I love them right back. In fact, it’s all that love that put me right back here on this stage. For the last two months, I have been damn near breaking every bone in my body to just return here, and now all that I worked so hard for is coming right back to me. And also coming back to me is the taste for violence! That’s right…what was it I was called?
 
JR: He has many nicknames!
 
King: Yeah, thief is one of them!
 
Dreadnaught: Yeah, my memory is starting to get back too! They called me the Psychotic Juggernaught! And that means that I will risk life and limb to destroy my opponent! And that man tonight, is Shane Parish! Sy, is what they call this cat, but I call him a squashed cat! See Sy, I eat and spit out three chumps like you just for breakfast. And right now, you are going to be like a full buffet! I am gonna eat you up, chew you, and then leave you dead in the middle of the ring! Parish, the Union has done you no favors! You see, they should have told you about me! They should be encouraging you right now to back out and stay in the locker room, because the second I lay eyes on you, you will be slayed. You know Shane, I know you are from LA, so I am taking you on a tour of South Central. The ghetto is an ugly place, and tonight, I will leave you there! And when the night falls, and the rats start nibbling on your carcass, you will Dread that you ever stepped in the ring with me!
 
(Dreadnaught pulls his sunglasses off and tosses them to the fans.)
 
Dreadnaught: And, after you are wasted Sy, I will step into that Elimination Chamber! I can only hope your boy Harry gets in there as well! See, Sy, unlike you, I am not going to let Harry escape. I am letting you live tonight, just so you can crawl back to that Union room and tell Harry how much I hate him! I want him to know just how far I am willing to take this war! Harry, you have stolen months from my life, so if I have to drag you to hell with me, so be it. This Thug is willing to do whatever it takes to see you destroyed! So, for your sake, you better make it into the Chamber, because that is the easiest way to end this. I can finish you off and Bedlam Bowl, and I can move on! Otherwise, it’s going to get REAL ugly! I came to bring the pain Harry, and my eyes are firmly locked on your ugly mug, (BLEEP)!
 
(Dreadnaught tosses the mic down and sprints down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and leaps to the second turnbuckle. Dreadnaught pulls his jersey off and tosses it out to the fans.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught looks in great shape tonight King!
 
King: Yeah, he can get back to being a Thug! Watch your wallet JR!
 
JR: Oh stop it!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
 
JR: This is getting started! The winner goes to the Elimination Chamber for a shot at the World Title!
 
King: The two men are sizing each other up!
 
(Dreadnaught is shown pointing and yelling at Shane.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught is calling for a test of strength!
 
King: Is Dread crazy? Shane is huge!
 
JR: The two lock fingers.
Shane starts winning the test.
Dreadnaught hits a quick knee lift.
Dreadnaught hits another knee lift and drives Parish into a corner!
Dreadnaught drives another knee into the stomach of Parish.
 
King: Shane just shoved Dreadnaught half way across the ring!
 
JR: Dreadnaught gets back to his feet and charges at Shane.
Shane ducks and tosses Dreadnaught outside.
Dreadnaught holds onto the top rope and lands on his feet on the apron!
 
King: Shane doesn’t see Dread!
 
JR: Dreadnaught leaps over the top rope and catches Shane with a clothesline!
Dreadnaught is taunting Shane to get up!
Dreadnaught waits as Shane gets to his feet.
Dreadnaught with a kick to the stomach.
Dreadnaught hooks Shane for the Dreadbomb!
 
King: Dreadnaught is trying to finish him off early!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls up!
 
King: He can’t get him up!
 
JR: Shane reverses with a backdrop!
Dreadnaught crashes to the mat and holds his back.
He may already have hurt himself!
Dreadnaught hits a scissor kick on Shane Perish.
Dreadnaught gets a sleeperhold on Shane Perish.
Shane Perish is struggling to reach the ropes.
Shane Perish is inching his way towards the ropes.
Shane Perish tries to fight the pain.
Shane Perish gets ahold of the ropes after 30 seconds.
Dreadnaught goes for a sleeperhold, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish throws Dreadnaught into the turnbuckle.
Shane Perish charges in with a boot to face, but Dreadnaught
moves out of the way.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Dreadnaught with a shoulderblock.

JR: Dreadnaught is getting hammered by Shane.
Dreadnaught ducks a clothesline and grabs the head of Shane.
Dreadnaught fires a forearm to the back of Shane.
Dreadnaught pushes Shane against the turnbuckle and fires another forearm.
Dreadnaught runs back to the opposite turnbuckle and sprints across the ring.
Dreadnaught splashes the back of Shane who stumbles out of the corner.
 
King: Dreadnaught is poised!
 
JR: SUPERKICK to the chin of Shane!
Shane falls down to the mat and Dreadnaught goes for the cover.
Dreadnaught hooks the far leg.
 
1…2…kick out!
 
King: Not so fast!
 
JR: Dreadnaught goes for the cover again!
 
1…2…kick out!
 
JR: Dreadnaught looks frustrated in there!
Dreadnaught looks at the ref, and then kneels down over Shane.
Dreadnaught drills Shane in the face with several fists.
The ref starts to count
 
1…2…3….4…
 
King: Just like Dreadnaught to cheat!
 
JR: Dreadnaught stops and points out to the crowd as Shane gets up to his feet.

Shane Perish hits Dreadnaught with a gutbuster.
Shane Perish uses a sidewalk slam on Dreadnaught.
Shane Perish nails Dreadnaught with neckbreaker.
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
The crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Shane Perish takes Dreadnaught down with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
The crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Shane Perish smacks Dreadnaught with a devastating clothesline .
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught misses with an elbow.
Dreadnaught hits Shane Perish with an elbow.
Dreadnaught is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
 
JR: Dreadnaught and Shane are in the center of the ring exchanging punches.
Dreadnaught rakes the eyes of Shane, Dreadnaught bulldogs Shane to the canvas.
Dreadnaught kicks away at the back of Shane.
Dreadnaught pulls Shane to his feet and attempts a suplex.
 
King: Shane blocks it!
 
JR: Shane clotheslines Dreadnaught down to the mat.
Shane pulls Dreadnaught up and bounces against the ropes.
Shane with another clothesline.
Dreadnaught drops to the mat.
Dreadnaught catches Shane as he bounces off the ropes with a flying knee.
Shane doubles over on the mat.
Dreadnaught moves behind and locks on the Cobra Clutch.
 
King: Shane may be dreaming here shortly!
 
JR: Dreadnaught tightens the move on and pulls Shane to the middle of the ring.
Shane fights back.
Shane fires an elbow to Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught hangs on the move.
Dreadnaught hangs on as Shane drives Dread’s back into a turnbuckle.
 
King: That’s one way to crush a Thug.
 
JR: Dreadnaught just leans against the turnbuckle and Shane charges.
Dreadnaught moves!
 
**SMACK**
 
JR: Shane crashes against the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught hits a dropkick!
Shane falls to the mat.
Dreadnaught leaps up to the top turnbuckle and looks around the arena.
Dreadnaught stands up and points down to Shane.
Dreadnaught leaps and hits the LA Hangover!
Dreadnaught with a cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Dreadnaught.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dreadnaught!

JR: Dreadnaught will join 9 other men at Bedlam Bowl in the Elimination Chamber!
 
King: This Pay Per View keeps looking better!
 
JR: Dreadnaught is just celebrating in the ring with all these fans!
 
(Dreadnaught calls for a mic and stands on the second turnbuckle.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, I told you it was going to happen, Shane! I told you, now, let me show you how much Dreadnaught loves the Union!
 
(Dreadnaught reaches down to the mat and pulls Shane up. Dreadnaught then hits a low blow that sends Shane to the mat.)
 
JR: That was just uncalled for!
 
(Dreadnaught rolls out to the outside and grabs a chair from ringside. Dreadnaught rolls into the ring with the chair and raises it in the air.)
 
**CRACK**
 
JR: Shane’s face was just smashed with that chair!
 
(Dreadnaught drops the chair on the face of Shane and then goes back to the top rope.)
 
JR: Not this way!
 
(Dreadnaught points down to Shane and leaps with the LA Hangover.)
 
**SMACK**
 
King: Shane is screaming in pain!
 
JR: Dreadnaught is holding his leg too! He is hurting himself to take Shane out!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught holding his leg and then he looks down at the bloody face of Shane. A smile then breaks over his face before he rolls out to the floor.)
 
JR: Well, the Thug is back! And he is here to cause damage!
 
King: He has started with Shane, and something tells me he wants a piece of Harry too!
 
(Dreadnaught looks up at the Bruiser-tron with Shane’s bloody face. He pauses and smiles before walking through to the backstage area.)

 JR: We'll be right back!

JR: We've received word of a disturbance backstage. Our cameras are on their way now!

King: Oh boy! I wonder what it is this time?

JR: We've got a live feed now.

(The scene opens backstage. The Prime Time trio is standing in a hallway, peeking around a
corner.)

Ezekiel: You see him?

Vernon: I think so.

Tamer: That's definitely him.

Ezekiel: Then let's go!

(The three run around the corner, the cameraman following close behind. Their target: Tobey
Miliken!)

King: Tobey's done for now! Ha ha ha ha!

JR: This certainly doesn't look good for the Movie Star.

(Tamer knocks Tobey down with a running forearm. Vernon kneels and smashes Tobey in the face with
the brass knuckles. As Ezekiel catches up, Tamer and Vernon grab Tobey and drag him through the
nearest door. Ezekiel follows, as does the cameraman.)

JR: They're taking him into the men's room!

King: This is going to be great!

JR: This is not going to be pretty.

(In the restroom, Tamer and Vernon throw Tobey against the wall. He drops to the floor, vainly
trying to protect himself from the raining blows of his assailants. Ezekiel steps forward and
grabs Tobey by the hair.)

Ezekiel: Good evening, Mr. Miliken. Your room is ready.

(Ezekiel hurls Tobey into a stall door. It flies open, and Tobey stumbles inside. Ezekiel
follows him. He pulls out his staple gun and holds it aloft.)

Ezekiel: Whatever shall we do with Tobey Miliken?

Vernon: I've got an idea!

(Vernon leans over and whispers something in Ezekiel's ear. Ezekiel smiles and nods as Tamer
looks on approvingly.)

Ezekiel: Brilliant!

(Vernon reaches in his pocket and produces a pair of handcuffs. Tamer steps in and positions
Tobey facing the toilet. Vernon slaps the cuffs on Tobey's wrist, feeds his arm around the back
of the toilet, and then secures him. Tamer and Vernon each take a couple of shots at Tobey, then
back off to let Ezekiel have a go at it.)

Ezekiel: This should be a familiar position for you, Tobey. Down the toilet!

(Ezekiel dunks Tobey's head in the bowl a few times before shoving it down and holding it.)

JR: They're going to drown Tobey Miliken in a toilet!

King: Hee hee! I think I could learn to like this new attitude from Prime
Time!

(Vernon steps in and grabs the waist of Tobey's pants.)

Vernon: Shall I?

Ezekiel: Be my guest.

(The camera backs off, and we are unable to see, but it is apparent that Vernon has yanked down
Tobey's pants. Ezekiel nods, and then enters with his staple gun. Several snaps and ouches
later, Ezekiel steps back, looking satisfied.)

JR: What on earth?

King: I think Ezekiel just stapled Tobey's. . .

Vernon: He's going to have some trouble sitting for a while, I think.

Tamer: So sorry, Tobey.

Ezekiel: But it had to be done. You picked the wrong people to toy with, Tobey. This is Prime
Time.

Vernon: And you'd best remember that, sugar.

(The three of them make their exit, leaving Tobey handcuffed to the toilet.)

JR: Someone needs to put a stop to this carnage! The Prime Timers are going to hurt someone
tonight!

King: I think they already have, JR! Tobey's gonna need to buy stock in a pillow factory!

JR: You're really enjoying this?

King: This is the best part of the show!

JR: Sheesh.

FADE OUT

>>>

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry walking down the hallway with a
gym bag slung over his shoulder. Harry passes a few roadies and turn down
towards the Union locker room but just then Slim Jim Sullivan comes rushing
up to Harry with a microphone in his hand)

Slim: Hardcore Harry tonight you will have your qualifying match for the
Bedlam Bowl which takes place next week. You have been pitted against one of
your long time rivals in the BWMF, The Judge.

(Harry stops right there in the hallway)

Harry: Let me get this through to you Slim, The Judge and I have fought many
times in the past yes, but tonight I am more focused than ever. I can
already see the ref raising my hand with the victory.

Slim: I see, now are you worried about Dreadnaught coming in and
interrupting your match at any time?

Harry: Dreadnaught wants me to win this match tonight, he wants a piece of
the Ultraviolent Icon at the Bedlam Bowl. So if you think I am worried about
him tonight, of course not. Now after the match I truly wouldn't doubt it if
he got in a cheap shot.

Slim: Now all these fans want to know, what would you do if you didn't
defeat The Judge here tonight.

(Harry pauses, staring into the eyes of Slim Jim Sullivan)

Harry: Slim, apparently your not hearing me, or maybe you just can't
understand it yet. The Judge has no chance to win this match here tonight,
the Bedlam Bowl means far to much for me not to take place in that match!
Slim, I will absolutely sell my soul to get into that 10-man elimination
chamber. I mean you and I both know that that match will not be the same
without the Ultraviolent Icon!

Slim: Perhaps..

Harry: Tonight is the first stepping stone Slim, then next week that will of
course be my second and by far my biggest because after I win tonight and I
go on to win the Bedlam Bowl I will be competing at Bruisermania for the
BMWF World Heavyweight Championship! That is in my destiny Slim, no if ands
or buts!

Slim: Sounds very promising. Now do you have any last words before you go to
you locker room?

Harry: Yeah.

(Harry turns his head and looks directly into the camera)

Harry: Judge, the past is set aside, I know what you have done in the past,
but tonight is the present! You need to forget the past and worry about
tonight because I am going to send you where I sent Dreadnaught several
months ago... HARDCORE HELL!!!!!!!!!!

(The camera begins to fade as Harry is breathing hard directly in front of
the camera)

Fade..


>>>

(The Judge is shown sitting in a court room earlier in the week, sitting behind the judge's podium. A bible lays open in front of him and he is holding his gavel.)

Judge: Harry, you and I have fought back and forth since we first started here almost two and a half years ago. But never before has so much been on the line. Not only will I be fighting for a shot at facing some of the BMWF greats in an Elimination Chamber match at the Bedlam Bowl, but I am also fighting for a shot at the World title at Bruisermania and I shot to make my mentors, Ash and Scotty Scott, proud. Ash and Scotty have sacrificed so much for me, and what do I have to show it?

(The Judge pauses.)

Judge: My unsuccesful series of five matches with Ezekiel for the Intercontinental title was a fluke, and everyone knows it! All I have to do is beat Harry here tonight, like I always do, and then survive the Elimination Chamber and I'm guranteed a World title shot at Bruisermania! Two and a half long years I have fought in the BMWF and never have I had a fair World title shot! And what better way to show off my efforts than facing off in the most viewed match in the world...the Bruisermania World title match!

(The Judge pauses again.)

Judge: Hardcore Harry, from our hellacious Bar Room Brawl to our Trax Training Facility match, we've been through a lot together. But when it comes to our matches, I always have you beat. Our match this time won't be any different! Hardcore Harry, I'm going to go on to the Elimination Chamber if you like it or not, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(We fade on a very determined Judge.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a Bedlam Bowl Qualifying Match!

Hailing from Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(The "New" Union flashes across the bruisertron as a darkened green glow
falls upon the arena. "Back Up" by 12 Stones blasts out over the PA system
and Hardcore Harry slowly comes walking out onto the entranceway with his
head looking down. He takes a sip from his water bottle then tosses it into
the crowd as he takes off down to the ring. Harry slides under the bottom
rope and calls for a microphone)

Harry: We need to clear a few things up before this qualifying match here
tonight.

(Harry's music fades away as Harry looks out into the crowd)

Harry: Okay, first things first, Dreadnaught if you plan on scaring me or
intimidating me, I assure you it will not work! I am the Ultraviolent Icon!
I am the King of Extreme! I am Extreme Hardcore Entertainment!!! And what
are you Dreadnaught? What are you!

(Harry pauses as he stares into the camera with a very serious look on his
face)

Harry: Ha, you're a thug.. no Dread, YOU'RE A JOKE!!! Need I remind you what
happened on the date of July 26, 2004? Dangle's Duels of Destruction.. you
and Tamer entered that match not ready for what was about to happen. That
match will  forever be imprinted in your mind Dread, when it was down to
just you and me I shoved you into that ambulance lit that bad boy on fire
and sent you straight where you belong, Hardcore Hell!!!

(Harry is breathing harder now)

Harry: Then exactly five months and nine days later you show up after  the
Union's tag match and you assault me and my partner Shane. Dread, you got
balls my man, I don't know if you underestimate me or if you just have taken
too many chair shots in your career but I am the real deal here in the BMWF,
I have put you out of action once and I won't think twice before I do it
again!

(The crowd pours out mixed reactions as Harry continues)

Harry: Dread, you want me to win tonight so I will meet you in the 10-man
chamber match, well you better think about what you asked for because after
I defeat The Judge, and after I secure my spot in the Bedlam Bowl I will
meet you in that chamber and I will take you straight to the woodshed just
as I will to the other eight men that enter it!

(The crowd starts cheering at the thought of the 10-man elimination chamber)

Harry: Now Dread I will deal with you next week, but tonight everything is
focused on The Judge. Judge, we have traveled down this path so many times I
have lost count but you and I were the best of the best back in 2002 and now
it is yet again, time to see who is the better man. With absolutely no
outside interference we will determine who the better of the tough enough
winners are and who will go on to enter that match next week.

(Harry looks to the mat as he speaks)

Harry: Judge, being the main event at a pay per view has always been my
dream and I have only tasted it once. I will do everything possible tonight
to get into that main event because the Bedlam Bowl is bigger than
Bruisermania for me. The Bedlam Bowl my stepping stone to greatness here in
the BMWF and I just cannot allow you do destroy my hopes and dreams.

(Harry looks towards the entrance)

Harry: When you walk out here and step into this ring Judge, be prepared to
enter a whole 'nother world because tonight there is no holding back!!!

(Harry tosses the microphone to the mat and everyone begins cheering in
anticipation)

LILLY: His opponent...

Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The Judge

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

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

JR: The Judge desperately wants a spot in the Elimination Chamber match!

King: Yeah, but he has to get through Hardcore Harry first!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry punches The Judge.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry punches The Judge.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.

JR: Hardcore Harry whips Judge into the ropes and comes back with a vicious clothesline!
The Judge quickly gets up behind him and kicks him in the mid-section.
The Judge runs against the ropes and hits Harry with a scissors kick!

King: The Judge is heading to the top rope!

(The Judge climbs to the top turnbuckle and as Harry slowly gets to his feet...)

JR: GAVEL...wait! Harry ducks it but Judge lands on his feet! Harry turns around and...Judge nails him with a sidekick!

King: The Judge is having a tough time putting Harry away!

JR:  The Judge kicks Hardcore Harry.
The Judge punches Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a kick.
Hardcore Harry executes a sidewalk slam on The Judge.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
The Judge misses with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry hits a belly-to-belly suplex on The Judge.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Hardcore Harry goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but The Judge counters it with
a facerake.
The Judge chops Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge hits Hardcore Harry.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.

The Judge runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but The Judge counters it with
a facerake.
The Judge whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry reverses it.
The Judge hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry nails The Judge with a big boot to the face.
Hardcore Harry goes for the Sky High, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for a DDT, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a low blow.
Hardcore Harry executes an atomic drop on The Judge.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge throws Hardcore Harry into the turnbuckle.
Hardcore Harry comes back, but is met with an elbow.
The Judge executes neckbreaker on Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
The Judge and Hardcore Harry get hit with a double clothesline.
The Judge almost takes Hardcore Harry's head off with a clothesline
The Judge smacks Hardcore Harry with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry whips The Judge into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with an elbow.
The Judge misses with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a clothesline.
The Judge falls out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes outside.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
The Judge goes for low blow knee, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a hiptoss.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Hardcore Harry executes the Hardcore Hell on The Judge on the concrete floor.
A few fans are trying to get a shot in.
The Judge is out cold.
Hardcore Harry throws The Judge back into the ring.
Hardcore Harry takes The Judge down with the Sky High.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Hardcore Harry uses an elbowdrop on The Judge.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Hardcore Harry is being booed out of the building.

Hardcore Harry whips The Judge into the ropes, but The Judge reverses it.

JR: Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a DDT and then exits the ring, grabbing a chair from ringside.

King: Hey, this isn't NO DQ!

JR: Harry raises the chair over The Judge but the ref grabs the chair away from him! Harry is arguing with the ref and Judge is up...LOW BLOW BEHIND THE REF'S BACK!

King: Harry will never have children!

JR: The Judge picks Harry up and signals for The Verdict! NO! Harry elbows Judge in the head! Harry lifts up The Judge on his shoulders!

King: He's going for the Hardcore Hell!

JR: Harry with the Hardcore Hell...NO! The Judge lands on his feet! The Judge wraps his arm around Harry and drops him to the mat with THE VERDICT!

King: The Judge with the pin! He could win it right here!

JR: The Judge misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a kick.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Hardcore Harry with a shoulderblock.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.

KING: AAHHHH!!! He kicked out JR! HOW!?!

JR: Hardcore Harry is putting up the fight of his life here tonight folks!
He is barely hanging on by a thread.

KING: Look JR, Harry is busted open!

JR: We do have blood folks.

(Judge picks Harry up and whips him into the corner; Judge follows it up
with a running double knee charge driving both of his knees into the chest
of Harry. The Judge sets Harry up onto the top rope and climbs up with him.
Harry shoves the Judge off the top rope and to the outside where he lands on
the ring apron hard before hitting the floor. Harry then stands up straight
on the top rope)

KING: What is Harry thinking? He isn't a high flyer! What the world!

JR: He did said all bets were off King!

(Harry leaps off of the top rope and as he is coming down The Judge dives
out of the way at the last second and Harry crashes face first onto the
barricade on the outside!!!)

KING: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

JR: Harry may be dead folks! That right there is exactly why Harry doesn't
do anything from the top rope!

KING: The Judge rolls into the ring then back out to refresh the count.

JR: The Judge picks Harry up, and whips him hard into the ring apron that
had absolutely no give!!!

(The Judge jumps up on top of the barricade and leaps off wrapping his legs
around Harry's head to bring him down with a hurricanrana but Harry catches
The Judge and walks over to the corner and drills him spine first into the
steel ring post!)

KING: OUCH!!!

JR: Harry just slid in and out to refresh the count, it appears these two
want to get a bit dirty.

KING: Not a smart thing for The Judge to try against Hardcore Harry.

(Harry grabs The Judge and whips him into the barricade then charges at him
giving him a big boot sending the Judge to flip backwards over the wall and
is the first row of fans. Harry then reaches down and begins removing the
special padding that is covering the floor. Harry exposes the solid
concrete)

JR: This cannot be good King.

KING: The Judge is back up!

(The Judge runs and jumps up onto the barricade then leaps off onto Harry
and try another hurricanrana but again Harry holds onto the Judge! Harry
holds Judge in a powerbomb position then extends him and extra foot or so
then brings him crashing down hard onto the concrete causing a sickening
thud to echo throughout the arena!!!)

JR: HARDCORE HELL!!!!!! ON THE CONCRETE!!!!!!

KING: SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1!!!!!!

JR: The Judge has just been killed right here in front of us!!!

(A bloody Harry rolls into the ring and the ref starts the count out again)

REF: 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.

JR: The Judge hasn't moved an inch since the Hardcore Hell onto the exposed
concrete.

(Harry rolls to the outside grabbing The Judge and rolling him into the ring
just in time before The Judge was counted out)

KING: Hardcore Harry had the win, why take The Judge back into the ring?

JR: Maybe he wants to win a match the real way a man would, by pinfall or
submission, not a cheap countout.

(Harry places The Judge in the center of the ring and covers him, 1.2. Judge
gets his shoulder up at the last second! Harry looks at the ref and yells
"THREE"! Harry pins both of Judge's shoulders to the mat again, 1.2.)

JR: No!

KING: The Judge got his shoulder up again to break the count, see JR, Harry
should have just left Judge out there for an easy win!

(Harry stands up and points toward the corner turnbuckle with a sadistic
grin on his face)

JR: You don't think he is going to do that one crippling move in the corner
do you?

KING: I don't know but The Judge better high tail it out of the ring, AND
FAST!

(Harry grabs The Judge by the hair and jerks him up to his feet, Harry walks
him over to the corner pointing at it then back at himself as he screams
something into The Judge's face! Harry then shoves The Judge's head between
his legs and gives the cut throat signal!!!)

JR: Oh my God, here it comes, I was right!

KING: So was I, he should have high tailed it out of there!!!

(Harry flips The Judge up into the air, he extends him an extra foot then
brings him crashing down hard into the turnbuckle! The Judge's neck
connects with the top turnbuckle and his body goes completely limp as he
falls to the mat laying motionless. The crowd is horrified and remain silent
except for a few gasps! Harry quickly covers The Judge, 1.2...

JR: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Hardcore Harry argues with Joe Finch.

Hardcore Harry shoves down Joe Finch.
Joe Finch disqualifies Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is cheering on The Judge.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: The Judge has done it! The Judge will be going on to the Elimination Chamber match next Sunday!

King: The Judge will join some of the other top BMWF greats next week in an Elimination Chamber at the Bedlam Bowl!

(A bloody Hardcore Harry jumps up and taunts to the crowd as he receives
many boos. Harry climbs out of the ring and begins to make his way up the
entrance ramp as EMT's and staff members rush past him to the ring)

JR: Folks, The Judge still isn't moving after that Hardcore Hell into the
corner.

KING: You know what this means though JR? Hardcore Harry and Dreadnaught
will be in the same ring next week at the Bedlam Bowl!

JR: Oh man, that has bad news written all over it right there.

KING: Things are going to get very interesting next week folks, make sure
you don't miss it!

JR: We'll be right back!

(Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty and Donnie.)

Bole: I have to ask you where you responsible for the fish head in Dale's locker room?

Donnie: I have no comment on that.

Scotty: I will go ahead and answer that.... Yeah, I know 'bout it. I thought it was funny ta say the least.

Bole: Is that all you are going to say about it?

Scotty: Yeah, that is all.

Bole: Ok, what about tonight's match? You are facing Vernon Vanderbilt.

Donnie: Vernon Vanderbilt? He's all flash and no substance. And he doesn't have any sense when it comes to business. I'll bet he's the one that didn't want me as a member of Prime Time.

Scotty: Vernon, ya passed on a good egg here. He is a manga of champions. Ya looked pass a man that would do whateva it takes ta make sure that his charge is a winna... Vernon, I'm not just goin' in there tanight ta face off wit ya. I plan on gettin' some revenge for Donnie. Vernon, I ain't neva liked ya... I neva will... And tanight, yer gonna be like all the rest... Just anotha victim ta the One Man Crime Spree.

Donnie: (taps his watch) Match time.

Scotty: Yer time is up Bole. I gotta go.

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(The scene opens backstage. Vernon, Tamer, and Ezekiel walk up on Michael Bole, who is going over
some notes.)

Vernon: Michael!

Bole: Vernon. And Ezekiel. And Tamer. Uh, hi guys. What can I do for you? Please don't hurt
me.

Tamer: Relax, Bole. We're not here for you.

Ezekiel: Have you seen Black anywhere?

(Bole points down the hall.)

Bole: He was down there a few minutes ago, I think.

Vernon: Good. Why don't you come check this out. You too Mr. Camera Guy. This is going to be
fabulicious!

Bole: Um, okay.

(The three Prime Timers, Michael Bole, and the cameraman all head down the hallway.)

JR: This is too much. What do they have in mind now?

King: Who cares? I think I'm Prime Time's biggest fan now!

JR: Well, these young men are just allowing their anger to control their actions. Their emotions
are taking over.

King: Cut the crap, JR! This is what wrestling is all about!

JR: I thought it was about honest competition in the squared circle.

King: What have you been watching for the last twenty years?

(They come upon William Black and Spirit by some vending machines. Vernon immediately rushes in
and nails Black from behind with his brass knuckles, sending him crashing into the vending
machine. It immediately starts spitting out change and sodas. As Tamer and Ezekiel start
attacking Black, Vernon turns his attention to Spirit.)

Vernon: Don't try to run, you mealy-mouthed crotch pheasant! Tamer!

Tamer: What?

Vernon: Don't look!

(Tamer obliges, turning his head away and letting Ezekiel handle Black for the moment. Vernon
grabs Spirit by the hair and raises his brass-knuckled fist threateningly. Spirit looks only
slightly scared, but more defiant. Vernon spits in her face, then blasts her with a brass knuckles
End of the End! She drops like a ton of bricks. Vernon then turns to William Black.)

Vernon: Tamer, you can look now. Boys, let's show Billy here what happens when you try to
cripple someone who is out of your league!

(Ezekiel and Tamer hoist Black to the standing position, striking him with punches to the head as
they do so. Vernon steps forward, smiling.)

Vernon: I may go down, Billy, but I'll only be out when I choose to be!

(He punches Black with the brass knuckles.)

Vernon: And today's just not the day!

(Ezekiel and Tamer release Black as Vernon grabs him. He nails Black several more times with the
brass knuckles, busting him open in the process. He throws Black to the floor at his feet.)

Vernon: Who wants to help me?

Tamer: Allow me.

Vernon: Thank you.

(Ezekiel grabs Black's feet, holding him in place. Tamer and Vernon each grab one side of the
soda machine. They rock it back and forth, until it slowly starts to topple.)

JR: OH MY GAWD! THEY'RE GONNA CRUSH HIM TO DEATH!

(Black rolls out of the way. . .almost in the nick of time. A glancing blow on the lower leg from
the fallen machine catches him. Vernon, Tamer, and Zeke start kicking him mercilessly. They
finally let up, and step back to survey the destruction.)

Vernon: Beautiful work, boys. Now I think it's time to head back.

Tamer: Do you think Kolic's gonna be ticked?

Ezekiel: Probably not.

Vernon: Right. He's Prime Time. He'll understand. We did what we had to do tonight. These
three men all had to pay, and so we brought justice to them.

JR: This isn't justice! This is reprehensible!

King: And our ratings have gone through the roof since all this started!
Look!

JR: Well, I'm not sure -

King: Nielsen.

JR: Well.

Ezekiel: Vernon's right. We should get back to home base. We're less vulnerable there.

Tamer: Good thinking. Let's go prepare for our matches.

(The three of them leave. The camera pans over to show Michael Bole, hiding behind a garbage
can.)

Bole: That was terrible. JR, King, I'm not sure if you're hearing me, but this was one of the
most vicious and vindictive attacks I've seen in a while.

JR: Well, we certainly heard that, and saw it. King, it sounds like these three are done with
their guerrilla battles tonight.

King: That's a shame.

JR: I'd say it's a relief to anyone else who has crossed Prime Time recently. But we've got more
to this show, so let's get on with the action!