BMWF Bedlam Part II

Date : 2/02/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Gund Arena Cleveland Ohio

(Commissioner Rock, wearing a $20,000 outfit, is in the interview area with the Couch. who is wearing his Wal-Mart $4.95 special outfit.)

COUCH: Commissioner Rock, do you have some comments on the match you set up at Bedlam Bowl--Tyrone Smith vs. Tamer with Rachel Pitt as special referee?

(Rock grabs the mic.)

ROCK: FINALLY...THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO CLEVELAND!!

CROWD: YAAAAAAY!

(Rock shoves the mic back to the Couch.)

ROCK: Now, to answer your your question, jabroni, no The Rock doesn't have any comments about that match! Why would the Rock want to comment about two roody poo candy @$$es fighting over some bimbo? No, no!

COUCH: Well, somebody said that you had something you wanted to say to me.

ROCK: Something to say to you? Who in the blue hell are you?

COUCH: I'm the...

ROCK: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE!!!

CROWD: HA HA HA!

ROCK: What matters is the fact that you and your stupid haircut are getting on the Rock's nerves!

COUCH: But my haircut looks like yours!

ROCK: Whoa, there, jabroni! Are you saying that the Rock has a stupid haircut?

COUCH: No, not at all! I think it looks great!

ROCK: Well, the Rock still thinks you suck monkey nipples!

COUCH: Well...I did try that once...

(Rock gets his classic "shocked" look and takes a step back.)

ROCK: Get away from the Rock, you sick freak!

COUCH: But Rock...

ROCK: Give Rock that microphone, jabroni! (He grabs the mic.) You are the worst announcer in the BMWF since Todd Pettinggills! The Rock is even a better interviewer than you are. Watch and learn, jabroni!

(Shark Kid is walking by.)

ROCK: Whoa, whoa, whoa, jabroni! The Rock is going to interview you!

SHARK: Golly, gee! That's great! I've always wanted to be interviewed. In fact, I never get interviewed.

ROCK: Well, answer this, jabroni! Is it true that sharks eat everything from old tires to Mae Old's granny panties?

SHARK: Well, actually Mae had a thong and it really tasted good!

ROCK: Ugh! That is disgusting, you sick freak! Get out of here before the Rock lays the Smack Down on your fishy @$$!

(Shark walks away. Rock walks on until he sees Big Bubba Bossman.)

ROCK: Here's a better subject for The Rock to interview! (Bossman turns to be interviewed.) Bossman, is it true that you and Dork the Clown take turns sticking that nightstick starigh up each other's candy @$$es?

BUBBA: What the..? Naw, we've never done that!

ROCK: Don't lie to the Rock! The Rock's sources say that Dork bent over in the shower...

BUBBA: YAH! No one is supposed to know that! I'm outta here! (He runs off.)

ROCK: This hallway is full of sick freaks! Here comes another one now!

(Zabu comes by all battered and stitched up from his earlier match.)

ROCK: Zabu, how does it feel to have your head busted open by a roody poo newbie?

ZABU: HEY! ABOOLABALOO!!

ROCK: Is that so?

ZABU: ABOOLABALOO!! BOOLABOOLA BALOO!

ROCK: Really?

ZABU: ABOO LABOO LABALOO! HEY! (He points to the rafters.)

(Rock looks up.)

ROCK: Yeah, looks like rain, doesn't it?

ZABU: HEY! ABALOO POOPOO! (Zabu leaves.)

COUCH: What did he say, Rock?

ROCK: How should the Rock know? The Rock doesn't speak Sheik-a-neese!

COUCH: Here comes a great interview--RAVVEN!!

ROCK: Yo, Ravven! The Rock wants to interview you!

RAVVEN: We all need... a haven. A sanctuary. A place to hide. A place to escape. A place to dream and hope. A place... where the darkness won't be so frightening. So it is written. So it shall come to pass. But for some, the darkness is a relentless enemy. It cannot be eluded. And once the darkness senses your fear; once it senses your pain, it is never far behind. I can empathize with these people. I can understand their futility. I can forgive their hopelessness. I feel their pain. Quote the Ravven...nevermore.

ROCK: You make as much sense as roody poo Zabu! (Ravven leaves.) Wait a minute! Who is this jabronie?

COUCH: It's Altar Boy Mark!

(Mark walks up to the Rock.)

ROCK: OK, jabroni! The Rock is going to interview you! Why are you wearing a dress?

MARK: Bless me, father, for I have sinned!

ROCK: Whoa, whoa, whoa! The Rock isn't your father! Granted the Rock has had women all over the world and probably has lots of bleep kids, but you ain't one of them!

MARK: Thou shalt not commit adultry!

ROCK: You're not that roody poo ne applicant are you?

MARK: No, I am but my Father''s humble servant!

VOICE OFF CAMERA: Helllooo!

(In walks Friar Fergus.)

ROCK: Good grief! What is that smell?

FERGUS: Ah, my son! Would thou like to cometh into my private dressing room with me?

ROCK: The Rock isn't comething anywhere with you, you sick freak!

FERGUS: Then, Mark, my child, let's go see if we can find Eco-System!

MARK: Yes, father.

(They both walk off.)

ROCK: Here, Couch! (He slams the mic into the Couches chest.) You can keep this job! There are too many sick freaks around here!

COUCH: Look! Here comes Kevin Kellie!

(Rock gets his shocked look and then sneaks away quickly....)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA as La Pakka dances his way towards the ring. The fans go wild as he enters the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and dances once more for the fans.)

Pakka: Truck.... We meet again. It has been so long. But you know I have really missed our matches in the past against each other. We made people stand up and take notice... Kind of like Jerry Stiller... Nevermind that... No one likes Jerry Stiller.Like Ben Stiller.... Nevermind that as well... No one really likes Ben Stiller either.... But anywho, I would like to take this moment to say this... Truck... you are about to get runover by a Mexican Frieght Train!!!!!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
From Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Truck

P.A.:  BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to blare from the sound
system, Truck makes his way out onto the ramp,
followed by Mr. Beauregarde.  Truck pumps his fist in
the air, grinning, before making his way to ringside.
He grabs a microphone before entering the ring.)

Truck:  Cleveland rocks!  (crowd pop)  Y'all havin' a
good time t'night? (pop)  That's just great.  Y'know,
I was just thinkin' today...

King:  That must be an interesting experience for him!

JR:  Shush, King!

Truck:  I tol' myself, I said "Truck!  How come you's
all the time fightin' these luchadores?"  Y'know, I
sure didn' have an answer fo' that.  Seems like ev'ry
time I turn 'round, I'm fightin' a Pakka or Guerrero
or somebody 'long them lines.  So I made a decision
t'day, people.  I's issuin' an open challenge to
anyone who's interested, a challenge to a match at the
next BMWF pay-per-view.  First come, first served.  I
don' care who you are.  I don't care if you're a
vet'ran lookin' for some action from a younger guy, or
a new fella hopin' t'make a name for hisself.  I'll
take whoever wants me.  As a matter o' fact, I'll even
up the ante fo' y'all.  I'm gon' say that whoever
wants the match, once I accept, I'll let 'em name a
stipulation!  Course, I'll name one of my own as well.
 So think it over people.  Who wants a piece o' the
Truck?

(The crowd seems mildly disinterested.)

Truck:  Anyway, let's get tonight's match started.
Where's that La Pakka?  I'm ready to tear him up!

(Truck hands off the mic to Lilly and heads to his
corner to await the start of the match.)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Truck takes La Pakka down with a spinebuster.
Truck acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Truck goes for a sleeperhold, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka takes Truck down with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka goes for a flying cross body press, but Truck counters it with
a powerslam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Truck is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Truck locks La Pakka in a sleeperhold.
La Pakka is valiantly trying to break the hold.
La Pakka reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Truck hits La Pakka with a scoop slam.
Truck goes for an atomic drop, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka nails Truck with a single-leg takedown.
La Pakka uses a single-leg takedown on Truck.
La Pakka goes for a flying dropkick, but Truck ducks out of the way.
Truck goes for a shoulderblock, but La Pakka counters it with
a legscissors takedown.
La Pakka executes a spinning leg lariat on Truck.
La Pakka hits Truck with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka takes Truck down with a flying bodypress.
Bart Farinus counts: One, kickout.
La Pakka whips Truck into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Truck with a clothesline.
La Pakka uses a flying bodypress on Truck.

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Truck has La Pakka pinned against the ropes.

King: Look at the size difference between them.

JR: La Pakka holds up one hand and points up.

King: What is he pointing at?

(The King even looks up.)

JR: A poke to the eyes of Truck by La Pakka.

King: Cheater.

JR: He had you fooled as well. Now a stomp to the left foot of Truck. Truck is trying to reach his foot and La Pakka stomps the other one.

King: What is this the Three Stooges?

JR: I don't know about that but La Pakka has made Truck fall into the ropes and is now choking Truck with the ropes as he lays his legs against his back.

King: CHEATER!!!!!

JR: La Pakka takes Truck down with a flying dropkick.
The crowd is really behind La Pakka.
La Pakka hits a powerslam on Truck.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
La Pakka goes for a spinning leg lariat, but Truck ducks out of the way.
Truck hits La Pakka with a Samoan Drop.
Truck runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Truck with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
La Pakka is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

JR: La Pakka is standing in the middle of the ring. Truck is charging at La Pakka.

King: Hahaha!!! La Pakka is going to get what he deserves now!!!!!

JR: La Pakka side steps him and kicks Truck's legs out from under him.

King: Truck just hit the ropes upside down!!!!

JR: Hahaha... La Pakka just heisted a leg on Truck!!!!

King: I think he thought Truck had some tires or something there.

JR: La Pakka charges in with a charging axhandle bodyblock, but Truck counters with a side step.
Truck hits him with the Collision running headbutt.
Truck executes the Crawdad Claw on La Pakka.
La Pakka is struggling to reach the ropes.
La Pakka is inching his way towards the ropes.
La Pakka tries to fight the pain.
La Pakka submits after 12 seconds.
Truck is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Truck!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage. Tyrone has just walked into the building and is
immediately met by Michael Bole. Tyrone doesn't stop to talk to Bole, yet
Bole follows him)

Bole: Tyrone, how are you feeling after losing not only your Gold Belt to
Tamer but also Rachel Pitt and Lowedown's victory in...

Tyrone: (beep) off, Bole.....

(Tyrone walks off)

Bole: ....the... Bedlam... Bowl.....

(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

LILLY: His opponent...
From Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

PA: Viva la Raza!

(Ultimate Guerrero’s music hits over the PA system and the crowd looks toward the entrance for him to come out. For a moment or two, nothing happens, until they see Ultimate Guerrero driving out from the side of the entranceway in his very own lowrider. He drives the car down close to the ring and drops it down. It takes him a few moments to play with the controls but he finally gets the car to start jumping up and down to the crowd’s delight. He stops the car and hops out over the door without ever opening it. He quickly slides into the ring and heads to the corner. He raises both of his hands in the air as he flips back his hair and salutes the crowd. He drops down to the mat and grabs a mic.)

Ultimate: My cousin… may not want to ride… anymore… but that… won’t stop me. Tonight… I roll… into this town… and I drive out… a winner. This kid… Black… is impressive. He took a beating… like a man. But last week… I took my bumps… and came out… a moral winner. When I came out… for the Bedlam Bowl… number two… no one thought… I had a chance. But one by one… superstar after superstar… they all fell out… and I was… still there. I may not have won… but in my mind… I did. So I will take that… I will beat Black… and I will go on… to bigger… and better… things. Viva la raza! Viva Los Guerreros y la familia! And viva Ultimate Guerrero!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: William Black looks to be in better shape then he's been in since we've seen him make his debut here. What do you think King?

King: A beating from Darklord will do that to you--

JR: Sorry to cut you off King, but it looks like Black is starting things off quickly. A left hand by Black and Guerrero is on the mat. Guerrero is back up on his feet. Another solid left
hand from William Black and Guerrero is back down on the mat. Irish Whip by Black sends Guerrero into the corner. Black with a left hand. A kick to the gut from Black and Guerrero staggers out of the corner. Irish Whip into the opposite corner from William Black. Guerrero got thrown in hard.

King: You could see the ring shake!

JR: 10 Punch from William Black. You can hear the fans counting along with the punches.

King: I'm surprised these idiots can count to 10!

JR: Irish Whip - No a Drop Toehold!

King: Wow! Did you see that? Ultimate Guerrero went face first into the mat!

JR:William Black follows it up with his signature trio of Fist Drops.

KING: He must have learned that from watching old tapes of me!

JR:  Ultimate Guerrero goes for a spinebuster slam, but William Black
counters it with a swinging neckbreaker.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
William Black goes for an eye gouge, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero puts William Black in an armbar submission.
William Black makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a slap, but William Black blocks it.
William Black whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes, but Ultimate Guerrero
reverses it.
William Black misses with a kick.
William Black hits Ultimate Guerrero with a kick.
William Black hits a fistdrop on Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
William Black hits an eye gouge on Ultimate Guerrero.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Ultimate Guerrero counters it with a backdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero yells at the crowd.
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
Ultimate Guerrero nails William Black with a fist to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks William Black with a devastating flying clothesline .
There are lots of chants for Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero nails William Black with a flying bodypress.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Guerrero bounces off the ropes -- No William Black caught him in mid air. MASSIVE
SPINEBUSTER practically kills Guerrero! Wow! What a move! It looks like Ultimate Guerrero might have been trying for some kind of cross body, and it backfired King.

King: It REALLY backfired.

JR: Black goes for the pin. 1. 2. 2.9999. Guerrero barely gets the shoulder up!

Ultimate Guerrero nails William Black with a low blow.
Ultimate Guerrero whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black
reverses it.
Ultimate Guerrero misses with a kick.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes William Black's head off with a flying clotheslin
e
Ultimate Guerrero runs into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a flying clothesline but William Black pulls
Al Johnson in the way !
William Black nails Ultimate Guerrero with a spinebuster slam.
There is no referee to count.
William Black gets back up.
William Black executes a fistdrop on Ultimate Guerrero.
William Black uses a spinebuster slam on Ultimate Guerrero.
There is no referee to count.
William Black gets back up.
William Black takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a low blow.
William Black hits Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero hits William Black.
Ultimate Guerrero chops William Black.
Ultimate Guerrero chops William Black.
The crowd is going crazy.

JR: Irish Whip from William Black sends Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes. William Black with a Back Body Drop. Guerrero winces in pain. Armdrag from Black sends Guerrero to the mat. Another Armdrag from Black. Guerrero charges in only to receive a third Arm Drag for his efforts. William Black motions for Guerrero to come at him again! You can hear the crowd coming to life here King!

King: They're too noisy. They need to shut up! I'm trying to watch this match!

JR: Ultimate Guerrero hits a slap on William Black.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a gutwrench suplex, but William Black
counters it with a backdrop.
William Black hits Ultimate Guerrero with a gutwrench suplex.
There is no referee to count.
Al Johnson is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Al Johnson admonishes William Black.
Ultimate Guerrero hits William Black with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.

JR: Black is going for a gutwrench suplex. Guerrero flips through and rolls it into a variant of
a sunset Flip! What a counter! The referee is counting! 1! 2! No, Black gets the shoulders up. I honestly thought we were going to see this match end right then and there King!

King: I didn't. I knew he was going to kick out of that!

JR: Ultimate Guerrero hits William Black with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...

Ultimate Guerrero whips William Black into the turnbuckle.
Ultimate Guerrero runs shoulder-first into the corner, but William Black lifts
his knee.

JR: Verticle Suplex from Black has Guerrero holding his lower back in pain. William Black hooks Guerrero up for a second verticle suplex. Guerrero blocks it! Guerrero with the reversal! No! He can't get Black up. Black with the double reversal! Verticle Suplex from--No! Ultimate Guerrero fell out of the back! Guerrero with a punch! Guerrero with another punch and another! Guerrero with yet another punch!

King: No! William Black ducked!

JR: Neckbreaker from William Black reverses momentum. William Black is in the corner. He's raising his right arm in the air. He's beckoning Guererro to get up! We've all seen this King!

King: Yeah. We know he's getting ready to level Ultimate Guerrero with the running forearm. I think these fans know it too! Listen to them! I really wish they'd just shut up!

JR: Guerrero has managed to get back on his feet. I don't think he sees Black in the corner. Flying Forearm from William Black connects and Guerrero is down! Listen to this capacity crowd!

Capacity Crowd: Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom!

JR: Guererro is in trouble! Here it comes! Empty Chamber '03! The Empty Chamber! Black hooks the leg!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is William Black!

This match is over! William Black walks away with a victory!

(William Black continues to play to the crowd a minute or two by climbing the turnbuckles and raising his arms up in the air before heading out of the arena.)

King: He got lucky tonight, but will that luck hold out next week when he faces one half of the tag team champions, Mineral?

JR: We now go to Michael Bole backstage.

Bole: Thanks JR. I’m outside Kolic’s locker room, who will challenge Ryushi
Fujita for the Lightweight title, and will participate not only in The
Judge’s Bar Room Brawl, but also in the Bedlam Bowl. I’ll see if I can get
an interview. (Bole almost knocks on the door, but spots a sign that says
“Please use next door.”) Ok...(Bole knocks on the door; an audible sigh is
heard. After a few seconds, Kate Greene opens the door.)

Kate: Kolic said no interviews tonight. He must prepare for his three
matches.

Bole: Not even a few questions?

Kate: No. However, I have a prepared statement he wants me to read. “Kolic
is honored to be competing in three matches. However, he will not take the
matches lightly. He expects nothing less than to be the Lightweight and
Hardcore champions, and to be the #1 contender for the Heavyweight title. He
will not answer any questions about the Eco-System or any related matters.
He would thank you for your time, but he doesn’t see it as important.” That
will be all, Bole. (Kate reenters the room and slams the door in Bole’s
face.)

Bole: There you have it, Kolic busy preparing for his matches, and doesn’t
want to talk to anyone.

King: Forget Kolic! I want to see more of Kate!

JR: I won’t even respond to that. We’ll be right back!

(Kolic is seen walking out of his locker room with a piece of paper in
hand.)

Kolic: Ah, a lackey to deliver my message! Get over here!

(Kolic walks to a stagehand)

Kolic: Give this message to Fujita, post haste. If it isn’t delivered in 30
minutes, I’ll make sure you’re fired!

(As Kolic passes the note, the camera focuses on the message. It reads:
““The Lightweight title is mine, not yours. I’m just biding my time, waiting
until the perfect moment to take it from you. Next time we meet, it will be
with MY title. Signed, Kolic. The stagehand takes the message and walks
away. He mumbles “Arrogant son of a...”)

Kolic: I heard that! Make it 5 minutes, peon!

Fade

>>> 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

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

Kolic

(The Bruisertron shows the following message:)

2 late
2 win
4 you it’s over

(“Yesterday” by StainD plays over the PA, and the crowd starts to boo.)

You don’t know what you put me through
But it’s okay, I’ve forgiven you
But in some way, I hope it (BLEEP) with you
Hope it (BLEEP) with you

(Kolic walks to the ring and sneers at the crowd. He jumps off the top rope
and savate kicks the air.)

Yesterday
A boy and already afraid
Locked deep inside, my place to hide
To hide from how you made me feel


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic sends Asylum into the turnbuckle, but Asylum reverses it.
Asylum charges in with a boot to face.
Asylum takes Kolic down with reverse suplex.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Asylum goes for a backdrop, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic punches Asylum.
A portion of the crowd is booing Kolic.
Asylum kicks Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum kicks Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum hits Kolic with a sidewalk slam.
Asylum goes for neckbreaker, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic takes Asylum down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Asylum.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum goes for reverse suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic throws Asylum out of the ring.
Kolic goes for a plancha, but Asylum moves out of the way.
Kolic is starting to bleed.
Asylum throws Kolic into the ringsteps.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Asylum shoves Kolic into the guardrail.
Asylum nails Kolic with reverse suplex.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Asylum reenters the ring.
Kolic rolls back in under the bottom rope.

JR: Asylum is dominating Kolic! Asylum picks him up, but Kolic knocks his
hands away! Kolic is assaulting Asylum with punches! He runs to the
ropes...Oh! Clothesline from Asylum!

King: Even I saw that coming!

JR: Wait! Kolic jumps to his feet and sizes up Asylum! Kolic hits a savate
kick! Asylum struggles to his feet, and Kolic hits a hurricanrana! Kolic’s
climbing the turnbuckle, maybe for a frogsplash!

(Kolic points to his head and shouts “That’s why I’m the World’s Smartest
Man, baby!”)

JR: Kolic taunting Asylum...and he hits the frogsplash! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, thr...kickout!

JR: Kolic is visibly upset at what he thought was a slow count! He goes for
the pin again!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

King: Isn’t idiocy doing the same thing twice to get a different result?

JR: Wow King, you sound like Kolic!

King: WHAT?!?

JR: Nothing...Back to the match. Asylum throws a punch, but Kolic ducks and
hits a Russian legsweep!

Kolic whips Asylum into the ropes, but Asylum reverses it.
Kolic hits Asylum with a kick.
Kolic is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Kolic goes for a 619, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum takes Kolic down with a piledriver.
Asylum hits neckbreaker on Kolic.
Asylum acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Asylum hoists Kolic high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Kolic c
rashing hard to the mat.
Asylum whips Kolic into the turnbuckle, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic charges in with a clothesline, but Asylum moves out of the way.
Asylum throws Kolic out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Kolic
reenters the ring.
Asylum punches Kolic.
Asylum kicks Kolic.
Asylum seemingly enjoys the boos.

JR: Asylum lifts Kolic for a powerbomb and hits it! Wait! Kolic has his
ankles locked on Asylum’s head, and hits a spinning headscissors! Asylum is
hung on the second rope, and Kolic is calling for a 619! He rebounds off the
ropes...and hits it! Asylum is staggering in the ring! Kolic handstands on
the top rope...there it is! Slide Rule! Kolic goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, thr...kickout!

King: Even those two great moves couldn’t get the job done!

JR: Kolic picks up Asylum and whips him to the turnbuckle, and follows in
with a clothesline! Kolic heel chokes Asylum! He waits for the four count,
and backs away. He heel chokes Asylum again, showing blatant disregard for
the ref! He backs away again...and hits a spin kick! He’s hitting Asylum
with a series of karate kicks and chops and goes for an inside cradle!

Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Asylum ducks out of the way.
Asylum takes Kolic down with a piledriver.
Asylum goes for a vertical suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Asylum counters it with an elbowsmash.
Asylum whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Asylum's head off with a clothesline
Kolic throws Asylum out of the ring.
Kolic jumps onto him with a plancha.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Asylum counters it with a roundhouse right.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Asylum whips Kolic into the guardrail.
Asylum hits a sidewalk slam on Kolic.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Asylum nails Kolic with a spinebuster.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Asylum goes for the Committed, but Kolic blocks it.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Asylum knocks Kolic into the ringpost.
Asylum shoves Kolic into the guardrail.
Asylum hoists Kolic high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Kolic c
rashing hard to the mat.
Asylum throws Kolic back into the ring.
Kolic is bleeding like hell.

JR: Asylum looks like he has the match in hand; he’s going for the
Committed! WHOA! Kolic flips over Asylum’s arm! Kolic Irish Whips
Asylum...AND HITS IT! HE HITS THE BINARY BLAST! Kolic goes for the pin!

JR: Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Kolic and a few others cheering him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: Wait! Kolic’s pulling something from under the ring! It looks like
another textbook!

King: Really? It looks more like a brick!

JR: It might as well be to Asylum!

(Kolic waits for Asylum to turn around...and hits him in the head with the
textbook. Kolic tosses the book up and strikes it downward with his foot,
driving it into Asylum’s gut. A note falls out that says: “There is a thin
line between genius and insanity. Unlike you, I’ve learned to walk it.
Signed, Kolic.” Kolic walks to the back as Yesterday plays.)

JR: Yet another note from Kolic! Think anyone is paying attention?

King: Well, they made Dawg leave, that’s a good thing!

JR: Somehow, I knew you’d say that. We’ll be right back!

>>> 

(Elektroshock is standing alone in his locker room when Scotty Scott walks into the room.)

Elektroshock: Amigo!!!!

Scotty: All pleasentries aside Elektro... We got business.

Elektroshock: What is essa?

Scotty: There is this punk that thinks that just 'coz he is on a winnin' streak that he is the hottest supastar in the BMWF taday.

Elektroshock: Si... I heard the comments he made towards you. First calling you a chump and then that slanderous comments during the Bedlam Bowl itself. What do you want me to do?

Scotty: Just stick close ta me tanight... I got some "fun" for us all for this one.

Elektroshock: Will the fun be before or after I face Tyrone?

Scotty: Ya just stick close ta me... Yer gonna know before Whitey but not long before he knows it.

Elektroshock: Hahaha... This is the Scotty that I have grown to respect.

Scotty: Just remember... I will have the last laugh with this punk.

(Elektroshock puts a hand on Scotty's shoulder.)

Elektroshock: Anything for the man that has been most helpful to my career.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Marieta, GA...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Strong Arm Steve

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
White Lightning

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights go out and Lightning Bolt Symbols flash throughout the crowd. White Lightning steps out onto the arena with the TV Title around his waist and a spotlight on him. White Lightning walks down the ramp slowly and enters the ring.)

JR: The TV Champ looks ready to defend the title!

(White Lightning takes off the TV Title and hands it to the ref who holds it into the air.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
White Lightning whips Strong Arm Steve into the ropes.
Strong Arm Steve misses with a clothesline.
White Lightning hits Strong Arm Steve with a shoulderblock.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
White Lightning is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
White Lightning throws Strong Arm Steve out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Strong Arm Steve
reenters the ring.
White Lightning takes Strong Arm Steve down with a bodyslam.
White Lightning goes for corkscrew moonsault, but Strong Arm Steve
side-steps and White Lightning only hits air.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Strong Arm Steve runs into the ropes.
White Lightning takes Strong Arm Steve down with a chop.
Strong Arm Steve begs off.

JR: White Lightning just nailed with an excellent dropkick off the ropes-what
the heck? The lights just went out!

(The BruiserTron lights up with the image of burning flames as the rest of
the arena remains dark.)

PA: JUDGMENT COMES SOON.....THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE......I
COME FOR WHAT IS MINE.....THREE WEEKS....THREE WEEKS......THREE WEEKS.....

(There is an explosion of fireworks, and the lights return in the building.)

King: What was that, JR?

JR: I have no idea! Someone just threatened White Lightning, but I have no
idea who!

White Lightning nails Strong Arm Steve with a German suplex.

JR: White Lightning looks like a different man tonight!

White Lightning takes down Strong Arm Steve with a roundhouse kick to the head
White Lightning stomps on Strong Arm Steve
White Lightning lifts up Strong Arm Steve
White Lightning kicks him in the gut
White Lightning drops Strong Arm Steve with the Flash
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…White Lightning lifts up Strong Arm Steve

JR: White Lightning is Vicious! I mean he would have easily won right that!

White Lightning lifts up Strong Arm Steve and sets him on the top turnbuckle
White Lightning climbs up onto the turnbuckle
White Lightning grabs Strong Arm Steve by the head and jumps off the turnbuckle
White Lightning sends Strong Arm Steve face first into the mat from the top turnbuckle with the Flash

JR: Dear God! Strong Arm Steve could easily have broken bones in his face!

King: The impact of that Flash cut open Strong Arm's face!

JR: White Lightning stares at Strong Arm Steve for a moment before lifting him to his feet
White Lightning lifts Strong Arm Steve slightly above his head and connects with a Double Arm DDT, sending Strong Arm Steve head straight into the mat

JR: King! He hit headfirst, He could easily have a broken Neck!

White Lightning lifts up a Motionless Strong Arm Steve
He irish whips him into the turnbuckle, but the referee is in the way and is knocked out
White Lightning quickly runs to the outside of the ring and grabs a chair
White Lightning slides the chair into the ring
White Lightning sits it near the corner post of the ring
White Lightning lifts up Strong Arm Steve
White Lightning once again sits him on the top turnbuckle once again

JR: What is this sick man going to do next?

White Lightning points to the chair
White Lightning puts Strong Arm Steve's head between his legs
White Lightning jumps off the turnbuckle

*CRACK*

White Lightning connects with a jumping piledriver onto the chair

JR: OH MY GOD! Good Lord! What have we just seen?

King: Strong Arm is paralyzed for sure!

JR: C'mon White Lightning, You sonofableep, enough is enough!

White Lightning slides the chair out of the ring
The Ref makes it to his feet
White Lightning places one foot on the chest of Strong Arm Steve

Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: Folks, we need immediate help out here!

King: Wait, look JR, White Lightning isn't done yet!

(White Lightning re-enters the ring with a sledgehammer in hand)

JR: No! No! Don't do this!

White Lightning swings the sledgehammer and connects with the ribs of Strong Arm Steve
White Lightning ferociously swings five more times and connects with the ribs

JR: C'mon he isn't even conscious!

White Lightning climbs to the top turnbuckle
White Lightning jumps off with the sledgehammer in hand
White Lightning drives the sledgehammer into the chest of Strong Arm Steve

JR: King, I can't watch this! Strong Arm Steve may be dead!

White Lightning drags Strong Arm Steve to the top of the ramp
White Lightning connects with the Flash on top of the ramp
White Lightning then tosses Strong Arm Steve off the stage
Sending him crashing through tables and tv equipment

*ZZZZZZAAAPPPP*

King: Strong Arm just got fried!

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning walks to the back. The cameras shows an unconscious bloody Strong Arm Steve lying on the below the stage. Immediately EMTs run to the scene. They slowly load Strong Arm Steve onto a stretcher with a neck brace on him. EMTs rush Steve to an ambulance and are off to a local hospital)

JR: Folks this one of the sickest displays I have ever seen in my life!

King: I can't believe this!

JR: We'll be right back!

(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 pyro go off, starting at the top
of the ramp and continuing to go off all the way down
to the ring.)

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!

(Mr. Clancy R. Beauregard appears at the top of the ramp and starts toward
the ring. He enters and requests a mic. The music continues to play quietly
as he speaks.)

Mr. Beauregard: Well hello Ohio (Cheap pop) And Hello to all the people
watching out in TV land.  As you all know I am the  manager of the best 
damn stable in the BMWF today, Prime Time. Every second, every day we become
more dominant. For example, every title match that a Prime Time member was
involved in last week at the Bedlam Bowl, well my friends they all walked
away with gold. In fact Prime Tie now holds. The
Women's Title, The Tag Titles, The Intercontinental Title, and The Gold
Belt. So what I'm going to do is introduce to you are. The best wrestlers
the federation holds. Starting
with: Your Intercontinental Champion "Mr. Showtime" Vernon  Vanderbilt!!!!!
Along with the Machine from the Bayou, Truck!!!!!

P.A.:  You're simply the best...
          Better than all the rest...
          Better than anyone...
          Anyone I've ever met...

(As Tina Turner begins to play over the sound system.  The curtains
part, and out steps "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt!  He is
followed by Truck. He blows kisses to the crowd and points to the stars,
nods at Truck. Vern rubs his title. Vern and truck make their way down the
ramp
and enter the ring.)

Mr. Beauregard: And now your Tag Team Champions Inferno and Mineral, The
Eco-System!!!!

PA: So....you think you're untouchable? Eco-LIFE!

("Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as the
Eco-System and Aquatic appear from behind a cloud of blue mist.  Inferno and
Mineral raise their titles in the air to then audience's mixed reactions.
The make their way down the ramp and slide in. Raising their titles in the
air.)

Mr. Beauregard: And Inferno's beautiful wife. And your new Woman's
Champion...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. Aquatic walks out and comes
down the ramp to the crowds mixed reactions. Aquatic slides in the ring  and
raises her title.)

Mr. Beauregard: And now let me introduce the former Woman's Champion: The
Vivacious Rachel Pitt!!!

(Suddenly a soft white glow shines upon the entrance ramp. "Trouble" by Pink
plays out through the arena and black and white video clips plays as  the
fans get up to their feet and cheer.)

PA: No attorneys
To plead my case
No orbits
To send me in and outta space

(The Queen of Hearts walks out dressed in a white blouse and pinstripe skirt
with matching jacket. She saunters on the stage. She claps her hands and
lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the
ramp. She walks up the stairs and enters the ring as Clancy hold down the
middle rope and pushes up the top rope.)

PA: I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I disturb my whole town

(Rachel walks over to Vern and stand by him. She is however slightly eyeing
Aquatic.)

Mr. Beauregard: And Now last but in no way least. The Man who won "The
Chains of Love" Match there by Winning Rachel and the Title: Your Gold Belt
Champion Tamer!!!

PA: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
“Hit the Floor" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights
begin to strobe. From each side of the stage Blue fire shoots up arching
towards the middle of the stage meeting in n explosion of smoke. Tamer walks
out from behind the smoke. Tamer stands at the top of the ramp soaking in
the crowd. Tamer pats his title that is around his waste. Tamer rolls his
neck and begins to make his way down the ramp. Tamer hops up on the apron
and enter the ring. Tamer takes his title and places it on his shoulder. )

Mr. Beauregard: Look at this group. Dominant, United. For the most part,
Strong, The best group of superstars to ever be assembled.  Now I know you
want to hear them the superstars talk so let me allow them to take the mic
one by one. And talk to you the people.

(Clancy hands the mic to Tamer.)

Tamer: What's up People! What a great night the Bedlam Bowl. I went through
a hellacious battle with Tyrone and have the marks to prove it. But I did
it! I was victorious.  I won my first singles title, making me the BMWF Gold
Belt champion. I am so exited. I have come back to being who I am. Who I
fought my whole life to be. I am Tamer. And I am now displaying what that
means. This is what it's all about

(Tamer taps the belt.)

Tamer: Taking a stand for what's wrong. Even if it is the biggest and
baddest dog in the yard. That's what I did. And I will continue to do so.
And Now Rachel and I are together. I fought for her. I care so deeply for
her and now we can be together. That’s also what this stable is about. We do
what we have to, to get to the top. We stand down from no one. We take a
stand. We're the new age of wrestling. We’re united by friendship. I trust
these guys and gals. We said 2004 would be our year and we're already
proving it. So if you have a problem with me just step up. But don't forget
to....

(Tamer clears his throat and leans back.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!!!

(Tamer hands the mic to Rachel.)

Rachel: Well looking back on last week, I can't help but notice that amount
of controversy my movement in the Women's Match was. Everyone thinks that I
did it to save myself from actually losing a match. Well maybe. Some say I
did it out of sheer jealousy. Most likely. But I did it because I knew that
it was time for a new champion and I wanted to bestow a new challenge on a
very talented asset to the Women's Division. That being the current champion
right now. I knew that Aquatic was able to handle winning this match without
me there to save her ass, heh. So now as you can officially see, 2004 is
most definitely the year of Prime Time. If you don't believe me look at the
amount of gold we have on us. The IC champ, the Gold champ, the Tag champs
and the Women's champ are all here. And that my friends, is only the
beginning.

(Rachel hands the mic to Truck.)

Truck: Prime Time.  This is a name y'all'd best git used to, cuz it's one
you gon' be hearin' fo' a long time t'come.  We call ourselves Prime Time
cuz that's what we are....the best an' the brightest, the people that the
fans tune in to see an' that the other wrasslers wanna be!

(Truck hands the mic to Inferno)

Inferno: All right, fool biohazards, here's the thing. As the tag champions,
Mineral and I feel we have a lot of responsibility in this fed. And that
responsibility, quite simply put, is to lead the Prime Time dynasty into a
new generation! We could care less whether you want to accept us as your
future, we'll FORCE our way in! There is no way Prime Time is going to
relinquish any title or any pride without taking you all within an inch of
your life!

Mineral:(taking the mike from his brother) We are no longer fluke champs,
nor temporary mercenaries! We are THE ECO-SYSTEM, the torch-bearers of this
fed! We no longer ask you to bow, we break your back and make you unable to
stand upright! No team in this fed-scratch that, THE WORLD-will ever come
close to our legend, save of course, for Vernon and Tamer. You all will wait
and see, because that's what we will allow you to do. But if you want to do
more than that, and you attempt to mess with our total control, you will be
condemned to the Hate List. And remember....The Hate List is not just those
who have crossed us, but those who have crossed PRIME TIME. So forget your
late night specials and morning recaps, the future is bright and the future
is purely PRIME TIME!

Aquatic: (yanking the mike from Mineral) And isn't it SUCH a fitting
illustration of such that when the Woman's Title changed hands, it went from
Prime Time to....Prime Time? Such will be the way of the future. Prime Time
will be the Next Black Sun or the next bWo, except of course, more
entertaining. I am YOUR champion and I am the PRIME TIME champion, and
expect to be seeing more champions who happen to be both. The Woman's
Division has only begun to feel my pain.....when Rachel and I are done, the
current guard will never...EVERRRRRR recover again!

(Aquatic passes the mike to Vern)

Vern: WOO HAA!!! (crowd pops)  Is everybody out there feelin' this tonight!?
  (crowd pop)  PT is in the house tonight, and let me tell you folks...it
doesn't get any better.  Take long, hard look at the group assembled here in
the ring, people.  This is by far the most accomplished and elite
organization currently active in the BMWF, and our place in history is solid
as gold.  As YOUR Champion of the Continents, I would like to make it known
how proud I am to be affiliated with such outstanding talent as this.  Each
and every one of these people standing here have something special and
unique to offer.  Prime Time is not a group that you join.  You're either
born to be a part of it, or you're not.  I look out at you, the people, and
you know what I see?  I see a lot of awesome folks who shelled out their
hard earned money, probably earned by working long hours at the factory or
the convenience store or the (makes finger quotes) "massage parlour" and I
know we're doing something good.  You came to see us.  Fortunately for you,
Prime Time ALWAYS delivers.

(Vern hands the mic back to Clancy)

Clancy: Well, Inferno, much as this show would benefit from you speaking
less...just kidding son....you wanted to introduce this new fella?

Inferno: I most certainly did. Thank you. (Inferno takes the mike.) Ladies
and gentlemen, there is a man out there who embodies the Prime Time
mentality, yet was not with us....until tonight. He is a man of the future,
he is intelligent, and he pours his soul into every match. Whether or not he
got the job done at the Bedlam Bowl makes no difference, as we know he is an
investment that will blossom in time. Ladies and Biohazards....the BMWF's
Smartest Man....KOLIC!

King: WHAT?!?

JR: Kolic in Prime Time?!? How did that happen?

King: He must have won the I Want to be in Prime Time
lottery! HAHA!

(The Bruisertron shows the following message:)

2 late
2 win
4 you its over

(“Yesterday” by StainD plays over the PA, and the
crowd starts to boo.)

You don’t know what you put me through
But it’s okay, I’ve forgiven you
But in some way, I hope it (BLEEP) with you
Hope it (BLEEP) with you

(Kolic walks to the ring and sneers at the crowd. He jumps off the top rope
and lands on his feet, then calls for the mic.)

Yesterday
A boy and already afraid
Locked deep inside, my place to hide
To hide from how you made me feel

Kolic: It’s about time! It’s about time a stable like Prime Time recognized
my greatness. Finally, a clique decides to accept me, rather than reject me!
I wasn’t sure about these people at first, but the Eco-System helped me see
these guys for what they are: not only a great group of guys, but also a
stable that’s going places, unlike The Chicago Way. (Crowd boos) Now that
I’m in, nothing can stop me! I can go beyond the Lightweight title, to the
Intercontinental, United States, or even your gold belt Tamer. (Kolic and
Prime Time share a laugh) Anyway, I’d better wrap this up before you people
get bored. I know how short your attention spans are. Since it’s the group
motto, I’d better get used to saying it. The future’s bright, the
future’s...PRIME TIME!

(Tamer slides out of the ring and grabs a briefcase he had hidden by
Lillian. Tamer slides back in the ring. Tamer opens up the briefcase. Tamer
pulls out a Prime Time members jacket. The jacket is black. On the back is:
"E = mc^2". And on the top in Dark Blue it says "Prime Time" On the front
over the left side in small dark blue lettering is "Kolic".. Kolic puts the
jacket on. The group joins hands. They raise their arms and titles in the
air. "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play as the group exits.)

>>>

 JR: Slim Jim Sullivan is backstage at the bWo locker room!

(The camera cuts backstage where Slim Jim Sullivan is standing outside of the bWo locker room. He knocks on the door a couple of times but no one answers. The crowd cheers as The Judge appears from behind Slim Jim and taps him on the shoulder. Slim Jim jumps and The Judge starts laughing.)

Slim: Judge, I was just trying to get an interview with LoweDown.

Judge: Is that so? And what were you going to ask him?

Slim: Well, I was going to ask him how it felt to win the Bedlam Bowl twice in a row!

Judge: You know what Slim, LoweDown isn't in there, so you can do one better for the Jury and bWo-ites, by interviewing me.

Slim: Are you sure he isn't in there?

Judge: YES!

Slim: Okay, last week at the Bedlam Bowl, you won your Bar Room Brawl match like you said you would. You were able to reverse Harcore Harry's Hardcore Hell through stacked tables into a hurricanranna, and then pinning him for the win. Can I get your comments on that match?

Judge: That was one tough match Slim! I actually thought for about three seconds that I had a chance of losing! But once again, I proved that I am the Greatest Hardcore Champion of all time, when I defeated some of the most hardcore wrestlers in their own environment.

Slim: And on to the Bedlam Bowl, you entered in at #5 and were pretty much eliminated near the end by Inferno. You must be a little disapointed about that...

Judge: A little!? Are you crazy Slim? Inferno eliminated me!! How in the hell did that happen?

Slim: Perhaps you were tired from your Bar Room Brawl match and got a little sloppy.

Judge: Sloppy? The Judge is never sloppy! Inferno eliminating me was just a fluke!

Slim: How do you feel about your fellow bWo member, LoweDown, entering the Bedlam Bowl disguised and actually winning it?

Judge: Slim, if LoweDown wasn't in the bWo, I would have a few choice words for him right now, but since he's the one who owns the bWo limo and I don't want to be walking home, I'll stick with him!

(The Judge walks off as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Elektroshock

("High Voltage" by AC/DC blasts over the PA as Elektroshock makes his way out to the cheers of the fans. He walks down to the ring with both arms raised over his head as if in victory.)

Elektroshock: Last week, I did something that no one expected... I lasted longer than Kurt Dangle in the Bedlam Bowl. For me this is a good start. But tonight I meet a former Union member Tyrone Smith. You were once a proud student of Scotty Scott. You were once a proud man that should the world that you could defy any odds before you. Now you are the shell of that man. You have desgraced yourself and your mentor. But your failures are not what we are here to discuss. We are here tonight to face each other and prove to the entire world that one of us is truely the greater competor. Tyrone Smith, tonight I will prove to you that I deserve to be in the elite of the BMWF. I start this right here with you.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

Tyrone Smith

(The lights go out. Sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise begins to
slow until stop)

PA: MORE.... HU.... MAN...

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. Tyrone walks thru the wall off flames as they die
down and heads straight for the ring to the sound of a mixed reaction from
the crowd. There are more boos than cheers)

JR: OH MY! Tyrone just walked through hellfire! Look at the intensity on his
face!!!!

(Tyrone climbs up on the ring appron and steps over the top rope and heads
slowly towards Elektroshock. He grabs Elektroshock by the throat before the
bell rings and begins to squeeze, causing Elektroshock to flail about in
hopes of breaking Tyrone's grasp)

JR: GOOD GRACIOUS!!! Tyrone has snapped!!!

(The referee tries to get Tyrone off and then issues the five-count. Tyrone
still doesn't break the hold. The referee calls for the bell and for help)

JR: Tyrone has just been disqualified from the match! Elektroshock wins by
DQ, but is paying the price for being placed in a match against Tyrone Smith
after he lost not only the girl he loves but his first title since his
return to wrestling.

(Tyrone still has a hold around Elektroshock's neck when a dozen officals
and security rush into the ring to get him to release his hold. Elektroshock
drops to a knee and slowly stops flailing. After about another 30 seconds,
Tyrone finally releases the hold and throws a punch that doesn't connect
with anyone, but clears everyone away from him. The handful of officials and
security guards keep their distance from Tyrone, who is now standing in the
middle of the ring next to the fallen body of Elektroshock. He makes his way
towards the ring ropes and everyone moves out of his way. He climbs out of
the ring and walks up the ramp as calm and coldly as he walked to the ring)

JR: There is a lot on Tyrone's mind right now. I'm sure he doesn't mind
losing this match to Elektroshock. I only worry what his next real drastic
move will be....

JR: Folks we have some bad news for you

King: What is it JR?

JR: We have just received word on the condition of Strong Arm Steve

King: Oh no!

JR: Tonight Folks, it looks like Strong Arm Steve's career has ended. He received partial paralysis to his lower body, but should be able to overcome it with time. He received a badly broken neck. He also received internal bleeding and damage to all of his body. He broke both arms and one of his legs. This is definitely a dark day for the BMWF.

King: How Tragic!

JR: Have some concern King, What White Lightning did was wrong and I hope he feels guilty the rest of his darn life!

We'll be right back!

JR: Earlier this week Inferno, 1/2 of the tag team champions, did a quick
interview for BMWF Magazine. Let's go to that now on the BruiserTron.

KING: Wait! BMWF Magazine?

(The BruiserTron cuts to Couch and Inferno sitting down.)

Couch: Well first of all, Inferno, thank you for this interview.

Inferno: I had a few minutes. What's on the agenda for questions.

Couch: Just a little Word Association. Get into that mind of yours a little.

Inferno: (sarcastically) Fun! Word Association! Maybe we could play hangman
and Tic-Tac-Toe after!

Couch: Very funny. Let's start off. (clears throat.) Mineral.

Inferno: Great partner, great brother. He's a very underrated brawler.

Couch: Aquatic.

Inferno: My loving wife. Brilliant, charming, talented, and let's not forget
hot.

Couch: (laughs) Agreed. Vernon Vanderbilt.

Inferno: Like a second father to me. Future World Champ.

Couch: Tamer.

Inferno: Nice guy, maybe the most underrated in the fed. He deserves every
accolade he gets.

Couch: Rachel Pitt.

Inferno: Er....no comment.

Couch: How come?

Inferno: Well, if I compliment her looks, Tamer and Tyrone will kill me. If I
compliment her talent or personality, Aquatic would kill me. And I would
never badmouth a Prime Time member, no matter how much she was against us joining
in the first place.


Couch: Ah, I see. Mr. Beauregarde.

Inferno: Destined to be remembered as the most influential BMWF manager of
all time. He knows what he's doing.

Couch: Truck.

Inferno: Good buddy. The kind of guy who brings an extra bucket of wings to
teh Super Bowl Party or always has an air pump for the limp football.

Couch: Wait....does "Limp Football" mean-

Inferno: NO!

Couch: Just checking. Team Beautiful.

Inferno: In their 40th minute of fame. They were the team to beat at one
point, but we've ultimately surpassed them.

Couch: Kolic.

Inferno: The future of this business. Easily a lock for lightweight champ,
and who knows what beyond?

Couch: William Black.

Inferno: A Punk. Nothing more. I know you're looking for a comparison, but
there is none. We had talent.

Couch:Ezekiel.

Inferno: You know...I can't stand condesencion. And therefore, I can't stand
him. He might be good, I haven't seen enough yet, but he better be darn good
to impress me.

Couch: Randy Valent-

Inferno: Look, are we going through all the newbies? They don't matter to me
yet!

Couch: All right...Pain.

Inferno: The only thing painful about that steaming pile is his smell. I have
never forgotten how he disrespected Mineral and I and attacked Aquatic, and
he WILL get his reprecussions.

Couch: White Lightning.

Inferno: Leech. Never earned anything on his own.

Couch: Judge.

Inferno: Used to be a smart wrestler, but now he's too reliant on his Jury.
Trust me, fans make you weak.

Couch: Debatable.

Inferno: Excuse me?

Couch: (shrugging) Never mind. Lowedown.

Inferno: Was a good World Champ. But he has a nagging habit of getting
involved in things that don't pertain to him. His time will pass soon, opening for
young blood like Vernon or Tamer.

Couch: Master Z.

Inferno: In the twilight of his career. He was selfish to eliminate me from
the Bowl, when he knew he couldn't get the job done and that I deserved it more
as the hungry young lion I am.

Couch: One last name: Inferno.

Inferno: One of the greatest tag champs of all time. An incredible
light-heavyweight. A legend on the mike and in the ring all in his own time.

Couch: Anything else?

Inferno: Oh yeah, he's one heck of an interview too.

FADE

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(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is sitting alone
getting ready for his match. Tamer picks up his Gold Belt title that he had
sitting next to him and looks at it. Tamer grins. Tamer puts the belt on his
shoulder and stands up. Tamer looks at the camera.)

Tamer: After all the talk, all the speculation. I did it! I won. People
we’re saying they didn’t know if I could get the job done in a title match,
saying that I was in way over my head against Tyrone Smith, that I had
picked the wrong fight. I was hearing people saying that I should have just
left everything with Rachel alone. Well I couldn’t do that. That not who I
am. I had strayed too far from who I was anyway. It was time for me to go
back to who I was. I couldn’t just stand aside. I care so deeply for Rachel
I had to do something. I didn’t care that it was Tyrone Smith. I took a
stand. And guess what? I won.

(Tamer reaches up and rubs his neck and then rubs his side a little.)

Tamer: Not that was in any way an easy feat. But I did it none the less. I
won the “Chains of Love” match. I became the BMWF Gold Belt champion. I
guess I also technically won Rachel Pitt. Which I mean nothing makes me
happier than to be with Rachel. I mean her and I are together.  But, she
seems distracted, focused on other things.  And To be honest, I can’t live
with the whole “I won her thing”. Rachel may have been the ref. So yes, the
final decision was partly in her hands. Yet I mean Tyrone was down for the
three and she had to count I mean she even hesitated. Which did make me
wonder. Anyway, my point is that Rachel the decision is back in your hands.
I mean my feelings are true and real. I…I…I Love You.  But if Tyrone is who
you want to be with then so be it. I want whatever will make you happy. So
the decision is yours. I mean you can’t just...Avoid everything forever. You
have one week. In one week you have to make a decision me or Tyrone. So
Rachel next week on Bedlam I’ll want your response.

(Tamer shakes his head and taps the belt.)

Tamer: But let’s move on to better and brighter things. Like the fact that I
am your Gold Belt Champion. After one year I did it. I won my first solo
title. I am so excited. I am pumped. I am back to being the Tamer I want to
be. There is not one person here that if they cross my path that I won’t
think twice about taking down  So begins my title run. Tonight I start
against the Judge in a non-title match. Champion versus champion. Judge is
an opponent I’ve faced before. Of course not too far in the past he and I
have had some problems. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the bWo rules match. Not
to mention what you did to Inferno and Mineral last week.  Tonight will be a
personal payback delivered by me. So Judge you know how it goes…Be Prepared!

(Tamer smiles as we fade.)

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

Hailing from Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

The BMWF Gold Belt Champion...
Tamer

PA: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
“Hit the Floor" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights
begin to strobe. From each side of the stage Blue fire shoots up arching
towards the middle of the stage meeting in n explosion of smoke. Tamer walks
out from behind the smoke. Tamer stands at the top of the ramp soaking in
the crowd. Tamer pats his title that is around his waste. Tamer rolls his
neck and begins to make his way down the ramp. Tamer hops up on the apron
and enters the ring. Tamer takes his title and places it on his shoulder.
Tamer climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his title in the air. Tamer goes
to all four corners. Tamer then stands in the middle of the ring and pats
his title, then turns around in a circle pointing to the crowd. )


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
The Judge

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

(The "bWo" theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down the ramp, with The Judge high-fiving the fans. The Judge is wearing a black bWo shirt and has the BMWF Hardcore title wrapped around his waist. They enter the ring and The Judge raises his Harcore title in the air as The Executioner grabs the mic. The Executioner hands The Judge the mic as the crowd cheers.)

Judge: Cleveland, Ohio...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

Judge/Crowd: HOUSE!!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Last week at the Bedlam Bowl, The Judge promised that he would win the Bar Room Brawl match and retain his Hardcore title and he did just that! But there was also another person who kept his promise to win his match, and that person is TAMER!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Tamer, I have to hand it to you, I was pretty impressed by the way you were able to beat Tyrone Smith at the Bedlam Bowl. But you better not let that get to your head. Tyrone Smith may be tough, but I am tougher! If you even want to think about beating me Tamer, then you better up your game about ten times as much as it was last week at the Bedlam Bowl. But even if you do that, there is still a very slight chance that you will be able to beat me. Tonight, in front of all the Jury and bWo-ites, I will beat you down and pin you and THAT...IS...

Judge/Crowd: FINAL!

(The Judge tosses down the mic and waits for Tamer.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tamer whips The Judge into the ropes.
The Judge hits Tamer with an elbow.
The Judge sends Tamer into the turnbuckle.
Tamer comes back and rocks The Judge with a kick to the midsection.
Tamer whips The Judge into the ropes.
Tamer misses with a kick.
Tamer takes The Judge down with a sidewalk slam.
The crowd is really behind Tamer.
Tamer nails The Judge with a bulldog.
Tamer goes for a bulldog, but The Judge throws him off.
The Judge hits Tamer with neckbreaker.
The Judge goes for a piledriver, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer goes for a sleeperhold, but The Judge counters it with a jawbreaker.
The Judge takes Tamer down with a powerbomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, shoulder up.
The Judge throws Bart Farinus out of the ring.
Bart Farinus is out cold.
The Judge hits Tamer with a DDT.
The Judge is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
The Judge nails Tamer with a splash.
There is no referee to count.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
The Judge goes for a splash, but Tamer rolls out of the way.
Tamer uses a Northern Lights suplex on The Judge.
There is no referee to count.
The Executioner enters the ring and hits Tamer with a chair.
Before The Executioner connects, Tamer moves out of the way.
The Executioner hits The Judge.
Tamer throws The Executioner over the top rope.
The Judge is out cold.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.
Tamer executes an Asai moonsault on The Judge.
There is no referee to count.
Tamer gets back up.
Tamer catches The Judge in a sleeperhold.
There is no referee there to ask The Judge.
Bart Farinus crawls back into the ring.
Bart Farinus is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Bart Farinus disqualifies The Judge.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tamer!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The Executioner steps out of the break room and is walking down the hallway
when the lights go out.)

Undentified person: The lights go out......you hear a voice......fear engulfs
you.....

*CRASH*

(The lights go back on to reveal the Eco-System standing over a fallen
Executioner with steel chairs.)

Inferno: (sliding a chair under Executioner's head.) You should have known
better than to kick us out of the Bar Room Brawl, my good friend...

(Inferno executes a solo con-chair-to on Executioner causing him to grunt in
pain.)

Mineral: (now pulling out a beer bottle.) So you have wronged us.....so you
shall be given a fitting punishment.

(Mineral smashes the beer bottle over Executioner's masked face. He continues
jabbing the broken bottle in the mask until the mask is punctured and
Executioner is bleeding from the holes.)

Inferno: (takes out the checklist) Another down....but so many more to go.
(Inferno checks the Executioner's name off and the Eco-System leaves.)

FADE

>>>

(The cameras enter into White Lightning's locker room. They
are greeted by a large message covering the walls in red spray paint. It reads:

"DO NOT THINK THAT I BRING ONLY IDLE THREATS. THE THREAT I BRING YOU IS MORE
REAL THAN ANYTHING YOU MAY EVER FACE. BRACE YOURSELF.....THREE WEEKS.")

FADE

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(MIchael Bole is standing outside the Gund Arena when Pain walks out of the shadows.)

Bole: I was told I would find you out here.

Pain: Bole... Vernon has made a fatal mistake.... He has called a man out that has no conscience... Vernon you called out the big Dead Machine.... You want a piece of me? Well Vernon... You will learn never ask for what you don't understand... What you might never be able to handle...

Bole: So you will take up Vernon on his...

Pain: Vernon... You best be ready for a world of pain for you are about to entire the world of Pain.

(Pain goes to walk off but Michael stops him.)

Bole: What about tonight?

Pain: Eco System... You have me on a bad night...

(Pain walks off.)