The Bruisermania Wrestling Federation--Where Superstars are created and Jabronies are humiliated!

(A scene opens in the streets of Cleveland Ohio. A homeless man sits on a blanket on the sidewalk with his hat covering his eyes. Behind the man, black and white spray paint covers an old boarded up building. It is evening. The sun is slowly setting behind the tall skyscrapers.)

(A few stray snowflakes blow past the camera’s view. Along with the sound of shattering glass and a car alarm, footsteps are heard approaching. Many moments pass before a man wearing a long black overcoat steps into our vision. The man turns towards the camera revealing he is none other than Master Z!)

(Master Z slightly opens up his overcoat. From around his waist shines the BMWF World Championship Title. Master Z breathes in deeply and lets out a sigh which can be seen in the crisp cold air. He speaks.)

Master Z: Ahhhhhhhhhh….. I love that Cleveland Ohio air! How fitting that the week after winning the World Title I find myself here in my home town!

(Master Z begins to slowly walk down the street. The camera follows.)

Master Z: I told everyone that Lowedown’s era was soon to end and Master Z’s was about to start! After staying true to my word, the BMWF is once again in the hands of a true champion! There was never doubt in anyone’s mind that I was the best man last week. I have proven time and time again that I am unbeatable. So Lowedown has a rematch at Bruisermania.. So what! Do you think the outcome will be any different? In the past I’ve gone head to head with the likes of Scotty Scott, Hollywood Mike, Randy Poffo, and DDT. I’ve fought hardcore matches, cage matches, and tag team matches. How can you beat a man like me?

(Master Z pauses and smiles.)

Master Z: But enough of stating the obvious. There is something more on my mind. Now that I’ve destroyed the bWo and I’m back in the driver’s seat, what happens now? Who deserves a title shot? Scotty Scott… he’s washed up! Vern… He would never dare to step in the ring with me again. Who is out there that could handle a piece of Master Z? Which men or women are good enough to ally with me and stand shoulder to shoulder with the god of this sport? As of now I stand alone on the top watching down upon all the other seedlings I have planted. I watch everyone grow knowing they will never survive to be as strong or great as I. It is true; the BMWF is the house that Master Z built!

(Master Z turns down a street. Cleveland Ohio’s Gund Arena can be seen in the distance.)

Master Z: There she is… isn’t she beautiful? (Z takes another deep breath) Change is in the air. Now that I’m the champion, people are going to feel my wrath. Wrestlers will bow down or be squashed! I rule this kingdom with an iron sword! Here is fair warning BMWF, you better get your heads into the game. Now that I’m back in full force, anything is possible!

(The camera man stops at the entrance of Gund Arena while Master Z continues to walk. Z enters through the front gates removing the title from around his waist and placing it over his shoulder proudly. The doors begin to close behind him as he lets out an evil laugh. The scene fades to black.)

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

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Gund Arena Cleveland Ohio! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight! Fans! We have a new BMWF World Champion! Master Z defeated Lowedown in a grueling battle last week at Bedlam Bowl 2004!

KING: But Lowedown snuck into the Bedlam Bowl match itself as Mr. X and actually won it! It'll be Master Z vs. Lowedown at Bruisermania 2003 on March 29!!

(The camera cuts to the back where Bruiser is sitting on a four-wheeler talking on his cell phone.)

BRUISER: WHAT? ... Who's coming here tonight? ... That sorry son of a bleep! All right! Thanks, ya jackass! (He hangs up the phone. A stagehand comes up to him.)

STAGEHAND: That's an awesome bike, Boss! Are you going to drive it into the arena and chase somebody around the ring on it?

BRUISER: No, that's stupid! And I ain't gonna ride a motorcycle down to the ring, either! Now get outta my way, son! (Bruiser steps off the bike. He walks off. Some hired hands grab the bike and put it into a trailer marked "WWFE"...)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for on efall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Shark Kid

His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
From Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven

JR: They lock up.
Ravven hits Shark Kid with a powerbomb.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven hits a powerslam on Shark Kid.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven throws Shark Kid out of the ring.
Ravven goes outside.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Ravven throws Shark Kid over the guardrail.
They're brawling behind the guardrail.
Ravven throws Shark Kid over the guardrail.
Ravven gets back into the ring.
Shark Kid rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Ravven hoists Shark Kid high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Shark Kid crashing hard to the mat.
Ravven whips Shark Kid into the turnbuckle, but Shark Kid reverses it.
Shark Kid runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ravven
moves out of the way.
Ravven chops Shark Kid.
Ravven has the crowd going wild.
Ravven hits Shark Kid.
Ravven hits Shark Kid.
Shark Kid kicks Ravven.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Ravven hits Shark Kid.
The crowd is really behind Ravven.

JR: On with the show.

>>>

(Couch is knocking on a door with the words “Preppy Joe Tunny” on it.)

King: HA! Someone screwed up Tunny’s name on his locker room door! I wonder if he’s noticed?

Tunny (from inside): Who the *bleep* is it?!

JR: Well, he’s sure upset about something!

King: Maybe it’s the preppy clothes he has to wear with the new name!

Couch: Hey, Tunny, it’s me, Couch. I want to ask you a few questions.

(Tunny slams the door open.)

Tunny: If you even think of askin’ me if I’ve changed my name to “Preppy” Joe, I’ll smash your face in!

Couch: Uh…the thought never crossed my mind.

Tunny: These idiotic lackeys back here can’t even put the right name on my door! The name is not “Preppy”, Couch! Do I look preppy to you? It’s “Scrappy”! S..C..R..A…

Couch: I – I know how to spell your name, Tunny. I’ve actually come to speak to you about your return to the BMWF.

Tunny: Yeah. I was gone for a short while. But I’m back, an’ I’m out for blood.

Couch: Is there anyone in particular you’ve set your eyes on?

Tunny: Ya mean other than the losers who can’t spell my name right?

Couch: Well, yes. I mean any wrestlers.

(Tunny snatches the microphone out of couch’s hand and stares intently at the camera)

Tunny: I don’t care who steps into the ring with me! Whether it’s the lowliest jobber or the *bleep*in’ world champ, I’m out there for one reason an’ one reason only! To make ‘em scream in pain! I don’t give a d@mn about who they are, what they are, or where the *bleep* they come from! I wanna drench that ring in their blood, Couch! I wanna make their eyes roll up in their heads an’ make ‘em scream like a banshee!

(Tunny calms down a bit and looks back at Couch)

Tunny: An’ then ya know what I want to do, Couch?

(Couch shakes his head, dumbfounded.)

Tunny: I wanna sit down on my sofa at home, drain down a few cold ones, an’ watch some action flicks. ‘Cause Couch, I can’t do that until I’ve let out all my anger in that ring.

(Tunny hands the microphone back to Couch and slams the door to his locker room behind him. The ‘r’ falls off of the door as the camera fades.)

(As the interview finishes the camera zooms and focuses on an individual standing in the shadows)

JR: King that’s Ezekiel, I wonder what he wants with …

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Rob Young...
From Albany, NY...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Randy Valentino

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of England...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"Stormin'" Gorman Frownly

JR: Randy Valentino and Gorman Frownly circling the ring,
Like two predators ready to pounce.
Randy hits a dropkick, Gorman stumbles back against the ropes.
Randy hits a moonsault dropkick now knocking Gorman to the outside.

KING: Randy Valentino looks up and ready,

VALENTINO: (Shouting) Come on you stupid son of a *bleep*

JR: Gorman Frownly rolls back into the ring,
Valentino lays some mudhole stomps into this back before he can stand up.

Valentino reaches for Gorman's ankle for an ankle lock,
Gorman kicks Valentino and sets himself free.

JR: Gorman Frownly gives three stiff right hands to Randy.
Randy hits a hurricanrana out of nowhere sending Gorman Frownly soaring halfway across the ring.

KING: Gorman got wings!

JR: Gorman Frownly runs into the ropes.
Randy Valentino misses with a shoulderblock.
Gorman Frownly hits Randy Valentino with a clothesline.
Randy Valentino falls out of the ring.
Gorman Frownly goes outside.
Gorman Frownly whips Randy Valentino into the guardrail.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
Gorman Frownly goes for a bulldog, but Randy Valentino blocks it.
Randy Valentino throws Gorman Frownly back into the ring.
Randy Valentino whips Gorman Frownly into the ropes.
Randy Valentino misses with a shoulderblock.
Gorman Frownly hits Randy Valentino with a kick.
Gorman Frownly does the Frownley wiggle.
The crowd is starting to get behind Gorman Frownly.
Gorman Frownly uses a facerake on Randy Valentino.
Gorman Frownly hits an airplane spin on Randy Valentino.
The crowd is starting to get behind Gorman Frownly.
Gorman Frownly hits Randy Valentino with a springboard dropkick.
Gorman Frownly nails Randy Valentino with an atomic drop.
The crowd is starting to get behind Gorman Frownly.
Gorman Frownly goes for a facerake, but Randy Valentino blocks it.
Randy Valentino punches Gorman Frownly.

JR: Randy Valentino goes up to the top rope,
SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

KING: I think Gorman Frownly is seeing stars, JR.

Ref: 1...2...shoulder up!

JR: So near yet so far,
Randy gets to the top rope again.
450 SPLASH!

KING: I'm getting dizzy watching this guy,

JR: Just think how dizzy Randy's getting right now.

Ref: 1...2...kickout!

JR: He just can't get the pinfall,
Randy picks Gorman up,
Randy locks in a cobra clutch!
Randy's not leaving go,
Gorman is struggling.

KING: He's slowly fading, wake up Gorman, you have match to win!

JR: Gorman gets down on his knees,
Randy's down on one knee.
Randy stands up forcing Gorman to stand up,
GERMAN SUPLEX! OH MY GOD!
He calls that the 'Sexy-Plex!'

KING: How do you know?

JR: It was on his application bonehead.
Randy Valentino pins Gorman Frownly's shoulders down for the pin.

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is vociferously booing Randy Valentino.

("Bring Me To Life" by Evanesence hits the PA system as blue mist rises from
the stage. There is a flash of blue fireworks., and coming out from behind the
mist is....the Eco-Mobile! The car drives down to ringside where Inferno and
Mineral step out. Inferrno opens the door for Aquatic, who steps out. the
Eco-System collectively enters the ring, brandishing their belts. Inferno grabs a
mike.)

Inferno: Welcome....to the year.....of THE ECO-SYSTEM! (the crowd boos) Boo
all you want, you can't deny it! We told you all that the Eco-System was going
to dominate in 2004, but did any of you listen? NO! Well, I hope you all like
your crow raw,alive,
and pecking your eyes out, because Aquatic is the Woman's Champion (Aquatic
holds up her belt.) and Inferno and I are STILL the Tag Champions of the world!

Mineral: (taking his own mike) That's right, biohazards! The Eco-System no
longer has to say that they are as good as any woman, or as good as any tag
team. These belts prove that not only are we as good as anyone in our divisions,
but we are BETTER than
anyone in our divisions! What are we, 8 months into our careers? And yet we
have climbed the mountain, dominated the competition, and become YOUR champions!

Aquatic: (getting herself a microphone) So as of tonight, we will be sending
a MESSAGE to those who defy us. We will no longer be simply champions, we will
be the dictators of our very own regime!!! Inferno, take out the list of
those condemned to a horrible punishment!

Inferno: Excellent intro, Aquatic! Now then, to the business at hand.
(Inferno pulls out a stained and crumpled napkin.) THIS is Our Hate List.

Mineral: Uh...dude. Would you rather use the one we have on clipboard?

Inferno: Oh! Uh.....do you know where that one is?

Mineral: Um.....no. You?

Inferno: Me neither...

Aquatic: IT'S IN THE FRONT SEAT!

Inferno: Honey, I think I would know if it was in the front seat.

Aquatic: Check it.

Inferno: All right...(Inferno slides around of the ring, but I'm not THAT
absentminded. You think too little of me...(Inferno opens the door)

Mineral: She was right, huh?

Inferno: (sighs) Yup....(pulls out the clipboard as the audience laughs.) All
right, THIS is The Hate List. On this list is everyone who we feel has
wronged us and our new regime. Tonight, we will be slowly and most importantly,
PAINFULLY, eliminating people from this list by means of force. Because from here
on in, EVERYONE who crosses our path will feel our pin. No exceptions, no
apologies, just a straight-up massacre. And if you can't handle that, we've got
three words for you.....

Eco-System: DEAL WITH IT!

(The crowd boos as the Eco-System gets out of the ring and gets back into
their car. they drive it in reverse out of the arena as the crowd throws their
garbage at it.)

JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is a 2-on-1 handicap match scheduled for one fall.

At a total combined weight of 467 pounds...
From Charlotte, NC... weighing in at 230 pounds...
Rod "The Truth" Killings
His partner...
From Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at 237 pounds...
"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

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

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer… (The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life… (Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots. He is holding a microphone)

Ezekiel: Its time New Jackal/Rod Killings, come to the light and face the Inquisition!!!

(Ezekiel circles the ring looking at New Jackal and Rod Killings)

King: JR!! What’s he doing?
JR: Well it looks to me King that he sizing his opponents up before getting in the ring.

King: Maybe he thinks he has made a mistake here, New Jackal and Rod Killings looked ready to return the favour from Bedlam Bowl.

KING: Yes! YAHHH! I'm starting to talk British!

(Ezekiel walks up the ring stairs keeping his eyes on New Jackal and Rod Killings, and steps inside the ring where the ref starts going over the rules, and checks Ezekiel for foreign objects. He barely finishes when Killings and New Jackal charge Ezekiel and a full out brawl ensues.)

King: JR!! They’re going to pound Ezekiel silly!!!
JR: It does seem that the odds are against him King.
Ezekiel uses a drop toehold on New Jackal.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but New Jackal blocks it.
Rod Killings enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
New Jackal and Rod Killings whip Ezekiel into the ropes.
They hit Ezekiel with a double elbowsmash.
Rod Killings leaves the ring.
New Jackal goes for a chokehold, but Ezekiel counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Ezekiel whips New Jackal into the ropes, but New Jackal reverses it.
Ezekiel misses with a clothesline.
New Jackal takes Ezekiel down with a kick to the midsection.
New Jackal uses a kick to the midsection on Ezekiel.
New Jackal hits Ezekiel with a low blow.
Rod Killings enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
New Jackal and Rod Killings hit Ezekiel with a double vertical suplex.
Rod Killings leaves the ring.
New Jackal gets a chokehold on Ezekiel.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
New Jackal hoists Ezekiel high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends E
zekiel crashing hard to the mat.
New Jackal goes for a bodyslam, but Ezekiel counters it with a small package.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ezekiel hits New Jackal with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ezekiel is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

Ezekiel hits a legsweep on New Jackal.
Ezekiel takes New Jackal down with gutwrench powerbomb.
Ezekiel is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is cheering on Ezekiel.
Ezekiel locks New Jackal in ankle lock.
New Jackal manages to grab the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ezekiel gets an armbar submission on New Jackal.
New Jackal tries to escape the hold.
Ezekiel lets go after 12 seconds.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal takes Ezekiel down with a Hotshot.
New Jackal is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

(Ezekiel falls through the ropes and to the outside, and receiving a big hit from New Jackal)

JR: Ezekiel to the outside, this may be a chance to turn the tide against his opponents.

King: If he gets his hands on that chair it’ll be lights out, hahaha.

(Ezekiel pulls the protective mating to one side as he gets to his feet, New Jackal climbs out of the ring and come towards him)

JR: Drop toe hold!! New Jackal’s head bounced off the cold concrete!!

(Rod Killings comes up behind Ezekiel, and smashes him in the back, causing Ezekiel to drop to his knees)

King: Hahaha, Ezekiel didn’t see that one coming!!

(Rod Killings lifts Ezekiel to his feet)

JR: Killings is looking for the whip into the ring steps.

(Ezekiel holds onto Rod Killings arm and reverses the move sending Killings crashing into the steel steps)

King: YAAAH! Killings didn’t see that one coming, hahaha!
They get back into the ring.

Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Rod Killings with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel goes for a rear naked choke, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings hits Ezekiel.
Ezekiel punches Rod Killings.
Ezekiel kicks Rod Killings.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ezekiel kicks Rod Killings.
Ezekiel has the crowd going wild.

JR: King, Ezekiel’s looking tired out there.
King: Hahaha, he’s getting beaten around like a rag doll!!!
(New Jackal whips Ezekiel to the ropes, and drops to the canvas. Ezekiel rebounds of the ropes bounces over New Jackal)

JR: Here comes a big clothesline from Rod Killings!

King: He’s going get his head taken off!
(Ezekiel ducks under the clothesline attempt)

King: YAAH!! Rod Killings missed!!

JR: Ezekiel is going for a sleeper hold… (Ezekiel grabs Rod Killings from behind in a modified rear naked choke, then falls to the canvas driving the back of Rod Killings head into the mat)

King: JR!!! Rod Killings has felt the truth, hahaha!!

JR: I believe King, that that move was Ezekiel’s Inquisition.
King: YAAH!! I don’t think he’s going to get up from that!!
(Ezekiel stands and is meet by a stiff clothesline from New Jackal)

JR: New Jackal is going to the top rope. It looks like he is going to finish this with a flying head butt!

(As New Jackal flies through the air, Ezekiel rolls to the side to avoid contact)

King: YAAAAH!! Pancake Jackal, hahaha he missed!!

JR: Lets see if Ezekiel can take advantage.

(Rod Killings starts to pull himself up using the ropes)

King: Look!! Ezekiel is standing right behind Killings!!

(Rod Killings turns round and is met by a belly to belly suplex)

JR: King, he’s knocked Killings down again. How is he going to put this one away?

(Ezekiel throws a groggy Rod Killings out of the ring, where he crashes to the bare arena floor with a thud. He turns his attention to New Jackal who is making his way to his feet)

JR: Ezekiel is helping New Jackal to his feet.

King: I don’t think this is one of those help thy neighbour things.

(Ezekiel whips New Jackal to the ropes and as he comes back, locks him in a rolling butterfly lock)

King: YAAAH!! What was that!!!

JR: I believe that is a butterfly lock. New Jackal seems to be in trouble!

(New Jackal strains to break the hold, but his efforts are in vain. After 17 seconds he taps out and the referee calls for the bell)

JR: What’s Ezekiel doing now?
(Ezekiel rolls out the ring and grabs his chair and rolls back into the ring)

King: He’s not finished!!!
JR: This is not necessary; he’s already beaten him
King: YAAH!! Ezekiel is about to prove a point!!!

(Ezekiel raises the chair his head, but second thinks himself. He beckons for a microphone)

JR: It looks like Ezekiel has had a change of heart, what’s he going to say?
(Ezekiel raises his lips to the mic)

Ezekiel: Rod Killings and New Jackal. You have come into the light and sought the truth. You are one step closer to freedom from your own lies, carry on the road I have laid out for you and seek out your own truth.

(The posts erupt with light...)

King: It seems Ezekiel has finished with New Jackal and Rod Killings.

JR: Somehow I don’t think Ezekiel is finished for the night.

(Suddenly, the lights go out.

JR: What the-the lights just went out! I can't see a thing!

PA: GREAT IS TRUTH....

King: Who in the world is that, JR?

PA: GREATER IS POWER.....

JR: Ezekiel's in the ring! It's not him!

KING: YAHHH! DARKLORD IS HERE!!

PA: BUT GREATEST IS THE ECO-SYSTEM!

(We hear a loud crash in the darkness and the lights go back on. Inferno is
standing over Ezekiel with a broken glass globe.)

JR: Aw darn it! Darn that Inferno!

KING: Shoot! What a rip-off! We wanted Darklord!

Inferno: (taking a mike out from his pocket) You really think you're that
great, Ezekiel? You think your "Truth" makes you better than me? I'M SICK OF
PEOPLE THINKING THEY'RE BETTER THAN ME!!!! IF YOU'RE SO GREAT, THAN PROVE IT!!!
PROVE IT TO ME, EZEKIE

(Ezekiel begins to stir and get up, but Inferno knocks him back down with a
microphone shot to the head.)

Inferno: Dumb biohazard.....you will fall to me like the all the
rest.....engulfed in the Raging Inferno....

("Bring Me To Life" plays as Inferno leaves the ring with a casual smirk on
his face. Inferno pulls out his checklist.)

JR: What's that? Is that The Hate List?

King: I guess so!

(Inferno mouths the words "One down" and checks Ezekiel's name off as he
leaves.)

(The scene opens in the backstage area. The Headhunter is walking around
until he suddenly stops outside the lockeroom of Hardcore Harry. He pauses
for a moment then reaches for the handle. He turns it and pushes the door
open. The room is dark, so The Headhunter flicks the light switch and
charges into the room. He looks around but there is no one there. An angry
expression comes across his face and he kicks a chair over in frustration.
He turns and leaves the room. Outside stands a security guard.)

HEADHUNTER: Hey you!

(The security guard nervously turns around.)

SECURITY GUARD: Ye….yes sir?

HEADHUNTER: Have you seen Hardcore Harry?

SECURITY GUARD: I….I….I think he left sir!

HEADHUNTER: You think? You think? I don’t need you to think, I need you to
know, you useless piece of American crap. It must not be just your military
that can’t do its job properly huh?

SECURITY GUARD: I saw him leave a few minutes ago.

HEADHUNTER: But he’s got a match later! You best not be lying to me you
piece of BLEEP!

SECURITY GUARD: I swear I don’t know where he is.

HEADHUNTER: Well, I guess I’ll have to take my frustrations out on someone
else then huh?

(The security guard slowly takes a few steps back.)

HEADHUNTER: Ha, I’m not going to hit you, you’re not worth the effort! No,
I’ve got a much better target to take out.

(The Headhunter walks away smirking while the security guard straightens
himself up.)

FADE

(Ezekiel is seen walking down the hall after his match. As he turns a
corner, a voice suddenly says...)

Truth...

(Ezekiel turns around...and sees no one. He turns back and is hit in the
head by a steel chair. Kolic steps out of the shadows. He drops a note on
Ezekiel as he walks away. The note says: Truth, like education, is a weapon,
whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.
Signed, Kolic.)

KING: Wow! Old Zeke has been here for 5 minutes and has already been sneak attacked twice. that must be a record!

(Tobey Miliken is backstage getting ready for his match with K-Dog when Shawn Rollins comes walking in holding a video tape in his hand.)

Shawn: So Tobey, are you ready for you first match here in the BMWF?

Tobey: I don't know. Let's see here do I have a bone to throw at this K-Dog. K-Dog, seriously, what kind of name is that. Next week I guess I'll be fighting Snoop Dawg and Lil Bow Wow in a handicap match.

Shawn: Well I do have someone that I think you might want to look at fighting next week.

Tobey: Oh really, who's that?

Shawn: His name is Inferno. He has presented an open challenge to any of the new talent that has signed on with the BMWF and your name was number one on his list.

Tobey: Inferno? Did you say his name is Inferno? God where did these people come up with these idiodic names at? This week it's K-Dog and now a guy named Inferno comes out and challenges. Is this a wrestling federation or a comic book convention. I haven't seen names this bad since I read the script for "Radical Jack".

Shawn: Yes the names in this federation are quite humorous.

Tobey: Humorous? There ridiculous. From the top of this fed all the way down. Well let me introduce myself to this pansy that goes by the name Inferno. Go get the camera crew and bring them in.

(Shawn goes out in the hallway and brings in a camera crew. Shawn sets up his chair and sits down. The make up girl makes sure that Tobey's makeup is fixed and the lighting crew makes sure that the lights are just right.)

Shawn: OK quiet on the set. Cue the music.

The song Back in Black by AC/DC plays.

Shawn: Lights, camera and ACTION!

The screen goes to black and white.

Tobey: Tonight I make my BMWF debut in the ring against a loser named K-Dog. We all know that this will be an easy victory for me. Not that I am looking past tonights match up. I have trained all week for you K-Dog. I went by the local veterinarian just to make sure that you had all your shots. And then I called the city pound to make sure that they had a kennel open to put your crippled butt in after I get through with you after this match.

But now I hear that there is a man named Inferno who has an open challenge to all of the new talent. Inferno, or whatever your name is hear me out. You may scare some with that stupid name, but I know the real reason you have a name like INFERNO. It's to compensate for a small... well do I really need to say it here on prime time. You know what part of your body is small, and it's not just your intelligence.

You walk around in the back, sticking your chest out, acting like your such a big man. And yet you know you can't beat any of the men back there who have been around for a while, so you wait on some new talent hoping to make a point as they step into the door inside the BMWF. But you don't scare me.

I have been working in Hollywood California for years my friend. I have seen back stabbing, back talking, viscious attitudes and that was just from the women. I have seen people sell out their best friend just for a role in a Hollywood blockbuster. I have worked with people who would shoot their mother for a walk on part in a Steven Spielberg movie. So what makes you think that I am one bit scared of some little puke who names himself after one of the worst tv movies ever made? That's The Towering Inferno just in case you don't know your movies that much.

So Inferno, in response to your so called challenge. I would love to put your fire out in the wrestling ring. I would love to kick your flaming butt from post to post. I would love to see you reduced to ashes. I would love to be the man that showed you what the Movie Star could do. But not yet, you want a piece of Tobey Miliken, then you can wait.

See there is one thing that you learn when working in Hollywood and that is, you never take the first offer. You negotiate, you wrangle around a little bit. You make sure that everything is what YOU want. I know that I can beat you. No problem there. But I want it to be in a match that makes me look good. A match that would show off my expertise. And till I have a contract with your name on it and my name on it. A match that has everything that I want in it. Then you can sit back here in the back and keep shooting your mouth off about wanting to challenge the new blood. Go fight some other loser like Ezekiel. Go ahead and keep building your ego up. By the way if you ever need help in finding someone who builds underwear for big men with small packages. I know a guy in Hollywood who does wonders with rubber bands and peanut shells.

My name is Tobey Miliken. And the pleasure has been all yours.

(As the interview finishes the camera zooms and focuses on an individual standing in the shadows)

JR: King that’s Ezekiel, I wonder what he wants with …

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
From Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Milikenn

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Jamaica...
Weighing in at 258 pounds...

K-Dawg

JR: There's the bell!
K-Dawg hits Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is starting to get behind K-Dawg.
K-Dawg hits Tobey Miliken.
The crowd breaks into a "Konnan, Konnan" chant.

JR: Dawg goes for a back heel kick, but Tobey Miliken counters it with a legsweep.
Tobey Miliken hits K-Dawg with a missile dropkick.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on K-Dawg.
Tobey Miliken gives the sign for the Director's Choice.
Tobey Miliken executes the Director's Choice on K-Dawg.

JR: It's Tobey's version of the Crossface!
K-Dawg tries to escape the hold.
K-Dawg tries to fight the pain.
K-Dawg submits after 10 seconds.
Numerous fans are using Tobey Miliken for target practice.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in the backstage area. The Headhunter stands hiding in an
alcove in the wall. In his hand is a steel chair and he is poised,
apparently ready to strike someone with it. Suddenly a voice can be heard
coming down the corridor. The Headhunter grits his teeth and launches
himself from the alcove. He smashes the chair over the head the approaching
man, sending him sprawling to the floor. As the camera moves in closer the
assaulted party is revealed as Kurt Dangle. Blood has begun to pour from a
wound on his forehead. The Headhunter swings the chair again and brings it
down onto the knee of Dangle, who screams in pain.)

HEADHUNTER: How’s that for ya Yankey boy!

(The Headhunter swings the chair, again smashing it into the knee of
Dangle.)

HEADHUNTER: Ain’t so much of a golden boy now are we?

(He turns to the camera.)

HEADHUNTER: This piece of crap here just became the first target to be
eliminated. It should have been the United States Champion, and soon it will
be.

(The Headhunter drops the chair and stomps Dangle in the head. He turns
around and grabs the camera lens, glaring into it.)

HEADHUNTER: YOU SEE, THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO EACH AND EVERY
SUPERSTAR IN THIS COMPANY UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT!! I JUST TOOK OUT THE
PRIDE OF THE US OF A AND SOON THE US TITLE WILL CEASE TO EXIST!! HARDCORE
HARRY, YOU WERE LUCKY TONIGHT, BUT YOU ARE A MARKED MAN, AND I WILL HUNT YOU
DOWN SOONER, RATHER THAN LATER!! YOU SHOULD HAND THAT TITLE OVER TO ME AS
SOON AS POSSIBLE, BECAUSE WHILE EVER YOU ARE HOLDING IT, HELL IS HUNTING
YOU!! WATCH YOUR BACK PAL!

(The Headhunter pushes the camera away. He walks past Dangle and spits down
onto his shirt, which is emblazoned with the American flag.)

JR: My God! How unstable is this guy?

(The camera moves in on the bloody Kurt Dangle.)

FADE

>>>

(Black is walking down the hallway, already prepared for his match against
Ultimate Guererro as Mineral is walking in the opposite direction. Mineral is
distracted momentarily while watching an attractive girl walking down the
hallway, and they bump int
each other.)

Black: Watch where the BLEEP you're going, genius.

Mineral: Shut up.....hey, aren't you that little punk that lost to Darklord
at the Bedlam Bowl?

Black: PUNK? *BLEEP* you're dumb. That match, that brutal, blood pouring,
chair using, baseball bat swinging, crowd pleasing, no-holds-barred throwdown,
and beat your opponant with anything you can find, and stand still be standing
by a 10 count wasn't
match... It was a highlight of the night...

(Black shakes his head slowly, but then steps up real close to Mineral, who
curls his upper lip.) You're right. I lost that match. But you... you digust
me. You, Mr. Tag Champion, you needed your SISTER-IN-LAW to help you and your
partner keep your t
les!

Mineral: HEY! What I do is none of your business, and you better realize that
fast!

(Black points a finger into Mineral's chest as he says this.) You're the
genius that challenged me to a match backstage the other day. In case you haven't
noticed, that MAKES it my business!

(William Black turns away and steps out of the camera's view, leaving Mineral
standing there, with his arms folded. Suddenly, he returns right back into
view.)

Oh yeah... I almost forgot... you see, you said something, in fact, have been
saying something that hasn't quite sat well with me since you challenged me
to this match.....You see, you're always talking about Hell, and Hell the
Nor-Way...do you even hav
any idea what Hell is like? (Black smirks.) Let me ask you something.

Mineral: Well, shoot, little man....

Black: Do you even know what Hell is? Have you ever been set on fire?....and
have you been thrown through three stacks of chairs....and have you ever been
thrown off the TOP of the Bruisertron?....and have you EVER shown the
testicular fortitude to keep
arklord down for a 9-Count? Did you ever go through Hell and back in a Last
Man Standing Match with Darklord?

Mineral: Well, in Norway I went through a couple stacks of chairs, but-

Black: No? Didn't think so. Until then, until you've truly felt Hell, you
don't even belong talking about it.

Mineral: Maybe I'm just smart enough not to be in those situations! (scoffs
as the crowd boos.) Tell you what kid, if you're so big.....why don't you prove
it? Why don't you and I do it, next week? Mineral vs. William Black 1-on-1,
mano-a-mano. Prove to
e you're the better man.

Black: Fine. (William Black just shakes his head again...) You've got a
problem Mineral... You see, I didn't let Darklord punk me... What makes you think
I'm going to let you...A man who is half of a champion, not even good enough to
be a whole champion
and a man who needs his sister to help him keep his belt, punk me?

Mineral: Yes I do, Billy boy. I think you're scared after your first real
loss, and there's no way you want to face a great like me.

Black: Well, think about this Mineral...if you're such a big man, and if
you're so bad*BLEEP*, how come you have to share your title with a partner?

(William Black turns away from the camera again, leaving Mineral standing
there looking angry. Once again he quickly returns, standing face to face with
Mineral.)

Black: There is just one more thing I have to say to you about next week
before my match with Ultimate Guererro.

Mineral: Whats that?!?

Black: You WILL Feel the Boom.

(Black laughs and walks down the hallway as Mineral stares at him angrily.)

FADE

(Kolic’s black Accord pulls into the parking lot to a chorus of boos. Kolic
steps out of his car, and a quick shot inside shows several stacks of cash.)

Kolic: I love hitting the casinos! I cleaned up those blackjack tables; it’s
hard to beat someone who can memorize every card played. The slots were easy
too, since I knew the odds on hitting everything and could accurately
predict when the machines would hit. Never was the cliché of a fool and his
money more accurate than at a casino. Now I have more than enough to pay
for...oh look, there it is now!

(A limo pulls in beside Kolic, and a beautiful brunette steps out.)

King: WOW! PUPPIES!!!

Woman: Are you Kolic?

Kolic: Woah, they weren’t kidding! Yes I am, it’s a pleasure to make your
acquaintance. (Kolic kisses the woman’s hand.)

Woman: ...Ok. Now that that’s out of the way, my name is Kate Greene, and
I’ll be your publicity director. Where is my office?

Kolic: Well, there are no offices in these arenas. They don’t bother to
prepare for people like us. I got us two locker rooms, and built a desk in
yours. I hope you don’t mind.

Kate: Sigh...it will do. Let’s go in before I become agitated.

(Kate walks past Kolic into the arena. When Kate’s back is turned, Kolic
pumps his arm in celebration. He quickly follows Kate into the arena.)

King: Woo-hoo! Full-grown puppies!

JR: Oh, stop it King! She’s way out of your league!

King: Maybe, but that doesn’t stop me from looking at her!

JR: That’s sad. We’ll be right back!

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers. A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke.)

JR: This is Scrappy Joe Tunny’s music, King! The rumors were true!

(As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke with his brother Chuck following behind him. Tunny is dressed in dirty jeans cut off just below the knees and a white tank top with “Kill or BE Killed” written on the front and “That’s the law of the JUNGLE” written on the back. He fingers the steel chain hooked onto his belt loop as he strides purposefully toward the ring. A few feet before the ring he breaks into a sprint and leaps onto the ring apron. After detaching the steel chain and handing it to his brother Chuck, Tunny leans under the second rope and enters the ring, immediately starting to shadow box.)

King: Here comes Zabu to the ring. I’ve gotta tell you. I wouldn’t want to step in the ring with Tunny – he looks madder than a Canadian cow! He…

*CRASH!*

JR: Oh no! Chuck Tunny just smacked Zabu right across the face with a steel chair before the bell even rang!

*BANG!*

JR: And a chair shot to his back sends him down!

*DING!DING!DING!*

King: Tunny tosses Zabu into the ring, and the match is starting even as Zabu is dazed and bloody from the chair shots!

JR: Tunny is showing no mercy, as he starts delivering sharp jabs to Zabu’s face! Zabu falls to the mat, and Tunny straddles him, still punching him mercilessly!

King: The ref is pulling Tunny off, now why should he break up a fair fight?

JR: Fair fight? Zabu was brutally attacked before he even got to the ring!

King: Tunny picks up Zabu. A pair of forearms backs Zabu up to the corner. Tunny brings his leg up and chokes Zabu with his foot!

JR: The ref is counting for Tunny to break the hold. Tunny breaks on four. Tunny whipping Zabu into the opposite corner. He follows in with a wicked running forearm smash!

King: Zabu is dazed, he’s stumbling about in the middle of the ring. Tunny’s behind him, and…a dropkick to the back of Zabu’s head! Zabu is down!

JR: Tunny picks up Zabu. Neck breaker! Tunny just delivered a neck breaker on Zabu! Zabu doesn’t seem able to defend himself in this match!

King: What do you care? Is Zabu a friend of yours or something?

JR: Actually, he is a very nice g…Oh no! Another neck breaker! Now Tunny picks up Zabu yet again, and slaps him right across the face!

King: I think the fans in the back rows heard that one, JR!

JR: Zabu hits a dropkick to the knee on Joe Tunny.
Zabu hits a low blow on Joe Tunny.
Zabu goes for a vertical suplex, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Both Chuck Tunny and Bill Alfonzie jump up on the apron.
Charles Robertson tries to send them back down.
Joe Tunny hits Zabu with a right jab.
Joe Tunny whips Zabu into the ropes.
Zabu goes for an Asai moonsault, but Joe Tunny counters it with
a tombstone piledriver.
Joe Tunny acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
In turn, Zabu counters it with an elbowsmash.
Zabu takes Joe Tunny down with an Asai moonsault.
There is no referee to count.
Zabu hits Joe Tunny with a kick to the head.
Zabu throws Joe Tunny into the turnbuckle.
Zabu hits Joe Tunny.

JR: Joe Tunny hits Zabu.
A portion of the crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny kicks Zabu.
Zabu kicks Joe Tunny.
The crowd is wildly cheering Zabu with only a few scattered boos audible.
Zabu kicks Joe Tunny.
Zabu leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Zabu runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Zabu hits Joe Tunny with a dropkick to the knee.
Zabu nails Joe Tunny with an Asai leg lariat.
Zabu executes a back suplex on Joe Tunny.
Zabu executes an Asai moonsault on Joe Tunny.
There is no referee to count.

JR: Tunny sends Zabu into the corner, and comes running in, but Zabu gets his foot up and Tunny runs into it face first!

King: Tunny may be spitting some teeth out after that!

JR: Zabu charges Tunny. Tunny ducks the clothesline. Both men bounce off the ropes, and…a double clothesline! Both men are down in the middle of the ring!

(The crowd starts to chant “Zabu! Zabu! Zabu!”)

JR: The crowd really starting to get behind Zabu here, King!

King: Tunny doesn’t look too happy about it, JR! He’s sat up suddenly and is scowling at the crowd!

JR: I think that last bump may have knocked something loose, King. Tunny doesn’t look like he’s all here!

(Tunny jumps up and starts screaming at the crowd. He paces around the ring, shouting obscenities and gesturing madly.)

King: I think he’s forgotten all about his opponent, JR! He’s totally off his rocker!

JR: Tunny looks furious, but he’s shouting down at the crowd! He doesn’t see Zabu standing behind him! Zabu runs in with a hard clothesline to the back of Tunny’s neck!

(Tunny bounces back up and charges Zabu)

King: Tunny’s unfazed! I think he’s even angrier!

JR: Tunny is hitting Zabu with hard rights and lefts to the head and face! He’s knocked him down, and continues to clobber his opponent! Zabu’s forehead has opened up, and his nose is bleeding!

King: Tunny’s screaming at Zabu! What’s he saying, JR?

JR: I don’t think we can say those things on the air, King!

(Tunny picks up Zabu, who is bleeding profusely now and very wobbly, and executes a vicious jawbreaker.)

King: Zabu is down! But Tunny picks him up again, and executes a back breaker!

JR: King, Zabu is nearly unconscious! Tunny should be thinking of going for the cover!

King: Does he look to you like he’s thinking about winning this match? He said it himself earlier tonight – he’s out for blood!

(Tunny picks up Zabu by the hair and executes a quick belly-to-back suplex.)

King: Tunny almost snapped Zabu in two there! Zabu is lying spread eagled in the middle of the ring!

JR: Tunny’s now stomping on his unconscious opponent! Somebody stop him!

(Chuck Tunny jumps up onto the ring apron and starts shouting at his brother, pointing down at the body of Zabu. Tunny stops stomping, and drops down onto his knees, placing his hands on Zabu’s chest and staring menacingly out into the crowd.)

JR: I think Tunny has come to his senses, King. He’s finally going for the pin.

Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Zabu doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Joe Tunny!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Cameras go live outside of Gund Arenato see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, when he stops to answer his cell phone.)

White Lightning: Hello…..Oh what's up Kev?

(White Lightning pauses on the phone for a moment)

White Lightning: So, you're running late and might not make it here?

(White Lightning laughs for a moment)

White Lightning: Don't even bother coming, I face some two-cent loser named Strong Arm Steve! It's not worth coming for, Alright, see you at Live then. Later

(White Lightning closes up the cell phone and walks into the arena as the camera fades….)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

(The scene switches to the entrance stage. The lights in the arena fade. The
PA begins to play a sound of thunder. A cross target appears on the
Bruisertron. It moves around the screen, quickly at first but then slows
until it locks in the centre of the screen. The words TARGET ACQUIRED appear
at the foot of the screen.)

JR: Well he was a surprise entrant in the Bedlam Bowl and he’s here now!

(A huge pyro explodes above the Bruisertron.)

KING: Aaaaaahhh!

("AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH MY HEAD, THROUGH MY
HEAD, THROUGH MY HEAD" blasts across the PA and the rest of "Bullets" by
Creed follows. The Headhunter appears in the entranceway and begins to walk
to the ring.)

JR: He disappeared without a word from the BMWF last September; his career
has not been without controversy.

KING: Now there’s an understatement!

JR: This man is not well liked at all. He repeatedly trash talked the United
States and committed acts of depravity each and every week. Now he is back,
and hopefully we will eventually find out why.

(The Headhunter reaches the squared circle and rolls under the bottom rope.
The Headhunter stands in the centre of the ring, raises his hand to his neck
and cuts across his throat with his thumb in the traditional cut throat
manner. As his thumb reaches the far side of his throat, a pyro rocket
shoots from the lighting rig towards the top of the ramp. As it hits the
whole of the front of the stage erupts in pyro flames.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Monterrey, Mexico...
Weighing in at 219 pounds...

Hector Barfza

*DING DING*

JR: The bell has gone and we are underway here!
The Headhunter charges at Hector Barfza
The Headhunter smashes Barfza with a powerful clothesline
Barfza drops to the mat
The Headhunter begins stomping into the chest of Barfza
The Headhunter raises Barfza up
The Headhunter whips Barfza into the ropes
Barfza bounces off the ropes
The Headhunter catches Barfza
The Headhunter executes a Sidewalk Slam
The Headhunter goes for the count
The referee counts
One
Two
Barfza kicks out
The Headhunter raises Barfza up
The Headhunter executes a belly to belly suplex on Barfza
The Headhunter raises Barfza up
The Headhunter whips Barfza into the corner
The Headhunter follows Barfza into the corner
The Headhunter attempts to splash Barfza into the corner
Barfza moves out of the way
The Headhunter smashes into the turnbuckle
Barfza rolls The Headhunter up
The referee counts
One
Two
The Headhunter kicks out

KING: That was close JR!

JR: Almost an upset there!
The Headhunter swings a right hand at Barfza
Barfza ducks
Barfza hits a right hand into the face of The Headhunter
The Headhunter stumbles back
Barfza whips The Headhunter into the ropes
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
Barfza bounces off the ropes
Barfza hits a flying forearm into the face of The Headhunter
The Headhunter drops to the mat
Barfza bounces off the ropes
Barfza attempts a leg drop
The Headhunter rolls out of the way
Barfza crashes into the mat

KING: He was on a roll then JR! Damn!

JR: The Headhunter hits a jumping DDT on Hector Barfza.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
The Headhunter takes Hector Barfza down with a running powerslam.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Headhunter goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Hector Barfza
counters it with a facerake.
Hector Barfza whips The Headhunter into the ropes.
Hector Barfza misses with a shoulderblock.
The Headhunter smacks Hector Barfza with a devastating flying clothesline .
Numerous fans are using The Headhunter for target practice.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
Numerous fans are using The Headhunter for target practice.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
Hector Barfza misses with a clothesline.
Hector Barfza misses with a shoulderblock.
The Headhunter smacks Hector Barfza with a devastating flying clothesline .

JR: The Headhunter stands
The Headhunter hoists Barfza up
The Headhunter executes a gorilla press slam
Barfza smashes into the mat
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
The Headhunter hits a big splash on Barfza

KING: The momentum has shifted again!

JR: The Headhunter raises Barfza up
The Headhunter whips Barfza into the corner
The Headhunter follows Barfza in
The Headhunter splashes Barfza into the corner
Barfza stumbles out of the corner
The Headhunter pushes him to the floor
The Headhunter points to the top rope
The crowd boos immensely
The Headhunter climbs to the top rope
The Headhunter dives off of the top rope
The Headhunter hits a massive diving headbutt onto Barfza

KING: It all over now!

JR: I don’t think he’s ready for it to end!
The Headhunter stands
The Headhunter motions with a cutthroat signal

KING: That’s what he is going for

JR: The Headhunter hoists Barfza up
The Headhunter holds Barfza up for five seconds
The Headhunter smashes Barfza down with the Targetbuster
The Headhunter stays down for the cover

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The Headhunter is being booed like there is no tomorrow.

*DING DING*

(“Bullets” by Creed begins to play over the PA. The Headhunter confidently
gets to his feet. The crowd boos him as he raises his arms in the air.)

JR: A successful return to the BMWF ring for The Headhunter there.

KING: Yeah, unfortunately.

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and takes a microphone from Lilly
Garcia.)

JR: It looks like old motor-mouth is going to speak!

(The Headhunter slides into the ring and stands. He raises the microphone to
his mouth. Hector Barfza slowly gets to his feet and moves towards the
ropes. Suddenly The Headhunter smashes him in the back of the head with the
butt of the microphone. The crowd boos as The Headhunter laughs.)

JR: Aw come on!

(Barfza sprawls out on the mat. The Headhunter pushes him out of the ring
with his boot, then raises the microphone to his mouth.)

HEADHUNTER: Guess who’s back!

(The crowd erupts in boos.)

HEADHUNTER: For those of you who don’t remember, I am The Headhunter! The
greatest British wrestler of all time! I brought hell to this company like
no-one before me, and now I’m back to bring that hell again!

(A “BLEEPhole” chant begins.)

HEADHUNTER: What’s the matter with you people? Aren’t you happy to see me? I
would think that things are looking up now I’m back!

(The “BLEEPhole” chant escalates.)

HEADHUNTER: Once again the American hospitality never ceases to amaze me. So
I guess you people still hate my guts huh?

(Scattered chants of “Hell Yeah!” can be heard.)

HEADHUNTER: Well good, because the feeling is more than mutual! I know why
you hate me though; I know why you show no respect to the British people.
It’s because you’re all jealous!

JR: WHAT?! That’s ridiculous!

KING: I see he still talks out of his BLEEP!

(Boos erupt.)

HEADHUNTER: You’re all jealous of the fact that I come from a great country,
one with honour and dignity, while you people wallow in this foul, ignorant
cess-pool, sitting in your own filth!

(The boos become deafening.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh yeah, I remember it all. How could I forget! But you people
already know that. What you all want to know is why I left in the first
place. Well I got fed up, fed up with the BLEEPheads in the back, fed up
with you people and most of all I got fed up with this BLEEP hole of a
country! You see despite the fact that those sacred documents which you all
blindly worship, which by the way I wouldn’t wipe my backside with…..

(Immense boos spread.)

HEADHUNTER:….despite the fact that they claim that I am allowed freedom of
speech and expression, I cannot come out here, in front of the world and
express the thoughts of half the world!

(The “BLEEPhole” chant starts again.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh yeah, way back last year when I was still bringing hell each
week to some of you unfortunate Yanks, I started receiving death threats. Oh
yeah, people actually wrote letters to me, claiming that they were going to
kill me!

(Cheers erupt around the arena.)

KING: So he got mine then?!

HEADHUNTER: This went on for weeks! And what did your glorious and
honourable police forces do about it? BLEEP all!

(The cheers get louder.)

HEADHUNTER: You love that don’t you? It is so pathetic that a so-called
democratic nation will not look out for the people it should respect the
most! Come on, I’m bringing an essential injection of culture into this
blind and stupid swamp!

(A “USA” chant begins.)

HEADHUNTER: So you know what I am talking about huh? I was in serious danger
of being popped off by one of you crazy, gun-wielding son-of-a-BLEEPs! So I
packed my backs and went back home to London!

KING: He should have stayed there!

HEADHUNTER: But you know what, I got as much hell back home as I did here!
And no, it wasn’t because any British person supports America, I know that
was your first conclusion you arrogant BLEEPs. And no, I don’t mean that I
met up with my old friends from the Mob, I sorted all that out straight
away. Its amazing what money can get you, just ask your president!

(The boos return.)

HEADHUNTER: No, my fellow countrymen made me feel ashamed. Yeah, they were
angry with me. Not because I came here and spoke my mind, no, they loved me
for that! They were angry with me because I didn’t finish the job that I
started to do, that I promised the world that I would do. I stood in this
ring last year and promised that I would set in motion the wheels of change.
I was going to open the eyes of the American people and make them see that
they were not the only people who could be powerful in this world. I wanted
each and every one of you people to know that there is a whole world beyond
your borders that does not belong to you, and make you realise that you are
not so special. And I think that I started to do that! I shook up the bWo, I
captured the TV and Hardcore Titles, I destroyed people’s careers! Damn, I
was the most successful European in this entire industry last year!

JR: Does this guy know when to shut up?!

HEADHUNTER: I kicked BLEEP like no one before me! But the most important
promise that I made was not fulfilled. I vowed to the world to capture the
BMWF US Championship, and when I did, I swore that I would destroy it! There
is no place for such a title in a multi-racial and multi-national
federation. I have no desire to hold that championship, as this company’s
representative of the United States. And I sure as hell, don’t want to hold
a belt which celebrates this pitiful place!

JR: Then don’t ever challenge for it!

HEADHUNTER: I don’t think that is very democratic to celebrate this country
and this country alone. But it’s not all bad; this federation has some
saving grace. Although the Gold Belt is a joke of a title it celebrates
achievement, even if it is the most basic form. Take our current Gold Belt
champion Tamer; if it wasn’t for that title he would never hold another belt
again. He’s the typical American male trying to be the hero, trying to be
the big man around town. So what, he beat Tyrone Smith, that guy’s so high
he wouldn’t have known where the hell he was; my grandmother could beat the
man when he’s smacked up! Now Tamer thinks he’s the big shot cos he’s got a
belt. He’s a typical text book American, just a piece of crap with an
over-inflated view of himself. Face it Tamer, you’re holding the title belt
of the losers!

(The Headhunter smirks to himself, while the crowd continues to boo.)

HEADHUNTER: At least the IC Title celebrates the continents of the world,
but the US Title chooses to single out the United States as something
special. But it is not special; it is a nation that should be frowned upon.
Why should a country with insanely tyrannical leaders by praised? I for one
cannot stand by and allow this to happen! I vowed to make Americans see the
world as a whole, not through the eyes of people who believe that they are
the centre of it. I will bring down the US Title and I will destroy it!

(The Headhunter becomes enraged and the blood flows to his face, turning it
a crimson colour.)

HEADHUNTER: THAT IS WHY I AM BACK, I NEED TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED!!

JR: This guy is insane, call the nut-house, he needs help!

HEADHUNTER: WHILE EVER THAT TITLE EXISTS I AM FUELLED TO DESTROY THE SYMBOLS
OF AMERICA!! I WANT TO BURN THOSE PURPLE MOUNTAINS, SHOOT DOWN THE BALD
EAGLES AND BURN THE STARS AND STRIPES!! I AM BACK AND I AM RE-DECLARING THE
WAR ON AMERICA!!! I WILL MAKE MY WAY THROUGH EVERY GUY IN THE BACK, STARTING
WITH THAT CHUMP RIGHT THERE…….

(He points down at Hector Barfza, laid on the floor at ringside. The crowd
is now incensed. Debris is launched at the ring.)

HEADHUNTER:……AND I WILL TAKE BRITISH DOMINANCE TO A NEW LEVEL!! THE DAYS ARE
NUMBERED FOR THE US TITLE!!!

KING: He’s lost it JR!

HEADHUNTER: I don’t care who the US Champion is, whether it is Hardcore
Harry, Tyrone Smith, the mighty Lowedown, or even George W. himself, I will
have that title and I will destroy that title! So while ever you hold that
belt, you are a marked man! The target is searching my friends, and it’s
about to lock on its first victim.

(He throws down the microphone and raises his arms in the air. “Bullets” by
Creed begins to play as The Headhunter glares at the crowd.)

JR: This man should not be allowed in this country. If I ever saw a man
capable of terrorism that is him! Who the hell let him back in?

KING: This is serious JR. I always thought this guy was a little wacko, but
it looks like his rage has eaten away at him. I really think he could do
something stupid.

(The Headhunter slowly drops out of the ring and walks up the ramp. Rubbish
continues to fly towards him, but he is unfazed by it all.)

JR: If he was getting death threats before, he better watch his back now! I
have never heard such outrageous comments in my three decades in this
business!

(The Headhunter continues on through the entrance into the back.)

JR: I just can’t believe it!

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room, where
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is busy preparing his
makeup for this evening's match. He looks at his
reflection in the mirror, his face a mask of steely
reserve.)

Vernon: My existence....is a thing of glory, of
beauty. I am a dazzlingly talented, fantastically
charismatic example of the next evolution of humanity.
Just call me Homo supersapiens. As a matter of fact,
I am so confident in the evolutionary disadvantages of
most of the BMWF rabble, I know I could beat any of
them single-handedly. It's only nature, you know.
Sure, occasionally one of those beasts will score a
somewhat dubious victory over Yours Truly. But what
does that prove, really? Humankind is more evolved
than dinosaurs, but I bet a T. Rex would occasionally,
once in a while, tear right through a mere man. Well,
if they had even been around at the same time. What
it all comes down to isn't the win/loss record, it's
staying power. Who can outlast the competition?
Whose name will be remembered for centuries to come? I
can think of at least one: "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt.

(He stands and paces the floor of the dressing room.)

Vernon: So tonight I face one of the premiere members
of that mass of phlegm and filth called...everyone
else. Tonight I face Scotty Scott, a paragon of manly
virtue. He oozes so much testosterone that even his
whiskers have whiskers. That man is a great
competitor, no doubt. He is one of the few who can
claim to have defeated me fair and square. A fluke,
but a victory for him nonetheless. In a way, this is
a primal battle in its own right. Dinosaur versus
man. Scotty versus myself. Well Scotty, I'd best
warn you that mass extinction is coming. A fiery
meteor that will destroy your scaly, troglodytic
existence, and that meteor is called The End of the
End. You come in search of gold tonight? You
honestly believe that you could ably represent the
continents? You are a fossil, old man. I am the next
generation, and I am going to keep a firm grip on my
rightful place by laying you down for the one, two,
three and then stepping atop your leathery carcass to
proclaim myself victor. And what then? For you,
Scotty, nothing. You can settle back into the murk of
mediocrity from which you sprang, and go to sleep in
the quagmire of quiescent solitude. As for
myself...the Furnace of Fabulosity shall burn brighter
and brighter as my career rockets into the
stratosphere. So cry as much as you like,
Scotty.....but the show must go on.

FADE OUT

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
At a total combined weight of 259 pounds...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

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

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA system as blue mist rises from the
stage. There is an explosion of blue fireworks, and Aquatic walks out with a
towel on her head and her belt around her waist. She whips the towel off her
head, throwing it into t
crowd, and walks down to ringside.)

PA: I'M A LONER, I'M A LOSER,I'M A WINNER, IN MY MIND, I'M A BAD ONE, I'M A
GOOD ONE, I'M A SICK ONE, WITH A SMILE...

(Aquatic hops up to the ring apron and flips over the ropes. She takes her
belt off and hands it to the referee, then proceeds to grab a microphone.)

Aquatic: Calm down, calm down....now, I know you're all surprised to see me
as Woman's Champion, but honestly, it really shouldn't come as a surprise. The
top talent had either been ducking me or putting me in unsuitable terms, and I
wasn't about to take
the title that way. but when I got a fair shake......when my back was against
the wall, and Rachel had already eliminated herself.....well, I think the
title tells the story.

(Aquatic walks around the ring for a moment, smiling and twitching a little
bit with happiness.)

Aquatic: Now Rachel.......you say the Woman's Division is a joke,so you were
not intending to win that match. Rachel, it's obvious that one of two things
happened here. Either you finally actually realized how pathetic this division
is and lost hope of
revitalizing it the way I revitalize it week in and week out, or you were
afraid of me eliminating you and ruining some of your credibility. I'm betting on
the latter. So tonight, I'm teaming with Flame, the last woman eliminated
from the Woman's Bowl and
close friend of mine, against Jacklyn and Moody, and I hope that by the time
this is done, you will all realize what it means to be in the ring with a
real champion. In that way, when you decide to step up, it will not be such a
surprise when you prepare
to....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

LILLY: Her partner...
From Austin, TX... weighing in at 128 pounds...
Flame

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 318 pounds...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody
Her partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

*DING DING*

Aquatic locks up with Jacklyn J.
Aquatic falls back and monkey flips Jacklyn off.
Jacklyn is momentarily stunned.

JR: Aquatic looking calm, relaxed, and fluid here tonight.

(Aquatic kips up and nails Jacklyn with a spinning heel kick. Aquatic then
runs over to the other side of the ring and nails Moody with a dropkick.)

JR: Excellent presence of mind by our Woman's Champion!

Aquatic whips Jacklyn into the corner chest first.
Aquatic hops up to atop Jacklyn's shoulders and hudrricaranas her backwards.
Aquatic stands up and poses for the crowd.

JR: WOW! I don't think I've ever seen that move before!

Jacklyn tags in Judge Moody
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with a kick.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with a headbutt.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic nails Judge Moody with a brainbuster.
Aquatic acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Aquatic almost takes Judge Moody's head off with a flying lariat
Aquatic acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Judge Moody counters it with
a backward kick.
Judge Moody chops Aquatic.
Judge Moody kicks Aquatic.
You could hear a pin drop.
Judge Moody executes an eye gouge on Aquatic.
Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic tags out to Flame.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring and lays out Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Judge Moody hoists Flame high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Fl
ame crashing hard to the mat.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody executes a dropkick on Flame.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody uses an arm bar on Flame.
Judge Moody hits an arm bar on Flame.
Judge Moody takes Flame down with an eye gouge.

Flame tags Aquatic in.
Aquatic and Flame execute a double dropkick on Judge Moody.
Flame goes back into the corner as Aquatic locks a full nelson on Moody.

JR: Aquatic and Flame are in total control of this match!

(Aquatic stands up and turns the full nelson into an armbreaker bulldog.
Aquatic stands up, points upward, and climbs the turnbuckles..)

JR: Aquatic's going up top! This might be the end here!

Moody tags in Jacklyn J

Aquatic leaps off the turnbuckles and executes a hurricarana on Jacklyn J.
Aquatic grabs the stunned Jacklyn J and sets her up on the turnbuckles.

JR: Aquatic slowly sliding Jacklyn J over her back....ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Jacklyn J.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Aquatic.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens up outside of the Gund Arena in Cleveland Ohio. Ignition is
standing on a corner in a silver leather tank-top, and silver leather pants.
The camera approaches Ignition and he starts walking. He stops, looks at his
watch and looks up at a sign that says “Ray’s Pizza”. Ignition turns and
walks into the building and the camera follows. Ignition walks up to a booth
where a man is sitting, but only the back up his head can be seen. Ignition
pats him on the back sternly and the man quickly turns to Ignition.)

Man: Hey Ignishun, how ya feelin'?

Ignition: Not to bad Earl, not to bad at all.

Man: Good t'hear, yo' sho'nuff went through a lot last week.

Ignition: Nothing I couldn’t handle Earl.

Earl: Thet's t'bad yo' lost yer US title though.

(Ignition looks at Earl with a tint of anger as Earl takes a bite of his
pizza as if nothing happened.)

Ignition: It is to bad Earl! You know, that match you thought up was one
hell of a fight!

Earl: Ah got mo'e whar thet came fum yo' know?

(A smile appears on Ignition’s face)

Ignition: Ahh Earl, that’s what I like to hear! I am comin to you next time
I need a match.

(Earl doesn’t answer he just continues to eat his pizza as Ignition looks
around the bar.)

Ignition: Say earl, what did ya think of the SuperBowl last night?

Earl: Stunk!

(Ignition laughs then smacks Earl in the arm)

Ignition: Wake up Earl, why are you suddenly a man of little words?

Earl: Ah's eatin'.

(Ignition snatches the last piece of pizza and takes a big bite out of it.)

Ignition: That is good pizza! What kind is it? It’s thick.

Earl: Chicago Style.

(Earl finishes his last piece and wipes his mouth with his arm, and licks
all of his fingers.)

Earl: All right, Earl is done eatin'. Now ah got sumpin t'say.

Ignition: By all means my man.

Earl: Thet Nine Circles of Hell match was one of th' bess matches ah have
evah see.

Ignition: Well I donno about that Earl.

Earl: Yessuh Ignishun! Ah’s not kiddin' aroun'. Even though ya lost thet
piece of gold yo' were carryin' aroun', ah's proud of ya. Ah reckon Harry
did better though.

Ignition: Well thanks Earl, but here’s what I think about the match.

(Ignition takes another bite of his pizza.)

Ignition: I put my all into that match with Harry! Blood! Sweat! Everything
Ignition had to bring to the table was there! Did I deliver? You damn right
I did! Not only did I deliver, but I delivered the best damn match on the
card! Why? Well because I am The Best Young Gun in the BMWF, and it’s what I
do! Harry and I wrestled one of the most brutal matches the BMWF has seen in
a long time Earl, and who is the man that made it all happen? ME! Like it or
not, I carried that ungrateful bum Harry through the match, and made him
look good doing it! When it was all over though, and the bell was rung,
Harry walked out US champ! Now I am sitting in a pizza place listening to
you telling me Harry did a better job. Frankly, I think you’re wrong, sure
the man may be US champ now, but when it comes right down to it, I am the
better wrestler! I know it, you know it, and after that Nine Circles of Hell
match Harry sure knows it! Now you are going to sit there and tell me Harry
did better?

(Earl sits back and laughs.)

Earl: Thet's whut ah like about yo' Ignishun, th' fire in yer heart. Ah was
jest kiddin' about Harry. Thar is no doubt yo' were th' star of thet match.

(Ignition looks at earl surprised.)

Ignition: Yeah. . . yeah I was! You should mess with me like that Earl, you
know I get touchy when it comes to my work.

Earl: Yo' evah find out who th' mahstery man is?

Ignition: No idea, but I already know he is a coward. I mean, this mystery
man wouldn’t hide behind a mask if they weren’t scared of The Best Young Gun
in the BMWF now would they? When and if this mystery man reveals himself I
will gladly take him apart in any match he wants! Until then, he can
continue to bring the pain as much as he wants, because I can take it all
day long, and still continue to rise and shine amongst the BMWF ranks!

Earl: I'll be watchin' Ignishun.

Ignition: Good to hear Earl, and until next time.

(Ignition pulls out his wallet and throws a hundred bucks on the table.)

Earl: WHOA!
Ignition: That should cover the meal Earl, see ya at the show.

(Ignition starts walking out of the pizza joint then stops.)

Ignition: One more thing though Earl. Keep that mind fresh so it can supply
me with matches my man.

(Earl doesn’t say anything, he just puts a thumb up into the air.)

Ignition: Take care.

(Ignition walks out of the pizza joint and a car drives by. Ignition stops
in his tracks, then looks at the camera man.)

Ignition: Did you see who that was?!

(The camera shakes no.)

Ignition: Well, if it was who I think it was we got some big action going on
tonight!

(Ignition rubs his chin as he thinks.)

Ignition: Very interesting indeed.

(Camera fades)

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

At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

(We Will Rock You" blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way down to the ring. Tazan Boy stops to talk to a beautful blonde as Rey talks to a bruunette. They suddenly remember that they have a match and rush into the ring.)

Rey: Who is it we are supposed to be facing tonight?

Tazan: The Darkside Demons.

Rey: Oh yeah the guys that think they are vampires?

Tazan: One of them does anyway.

Rey: Got a wooden stake?

Tazan: Have you been to the grocery store? The prices on steaks are way to high to waste on losers like these.

Rey: Wrong stake but... Unfortunately I have noticed that.

Tazan: We can show the world that we are not going to take our lost last week lightly.

Rey: Oh yeah... We did lose. There are always flukes.... And that was a fluke if there ever was one.

Tazan: Hey you... the blonde chick... I'll call you later.

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
At a total combined weight of 647 pounds...
Ravnos... Slayder... THE DARKSIDE DEMONS

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos nails Tazan Boy with a spinebuster slam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravnos hits Tazan Boy with a kneedrop.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ravnos goes for a back suplex, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy hits an elbowsmash on Ravnos.
Tazan Boy takes Ravnos down with a spinning backbreaker.
Tazan Boy whips Ravnos into the ropes.
Ravnos almost takes Tazan Boy's head off with a clothesline
Ravnos goes for a double underhook suplex, but Tazan Boy counters it with
a backdrop.
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