Date : 02/07/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pennsylvania

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

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pennsylvania! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are only one week removed from one heck of a pay per view--Bedlam Bowl 2005!

KING: Yes, we have a new World Champion!

JR: That's right! Lowedown is once again the BMWF World Champion!

KING: And, believe it or not, Kolic is the new TV champion and Alexei Romanov is the Hardcore champ!

JR: Well, that's not really that hard to believe!

KING: Well, at least we didn't have to listen that lousy Jericho and Fuzzy sing several times do to quitters!

JR: Well, I hear that somebody else quit and Fuzzy will be here again tonight!

KING: YAHHHHHH!

JR: Also, folks, The Judge defeated 9 other men to win the Bedlam Bowl Elimination Chamber match and is now the #1 contender for the World title at Bruisermania in March!

KING: The Judge in the Bruisermania main event? YAHHHH!

JR: Oh, stop, King!

(Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker as the Bruisertron begins to show a straight line. After a few seconds go by, a single beat begins to pulse on the Bruisertron...)

JR:Do you know what this is about?

King:Someone must have hooked up an EKG machine to the Bruisertron. Mae Old must be on the machine! She is older than dirt! HAHAHA!

PA:I'M BACK! I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN!

KING: YAHOO! Gene Autry is here!

(Suddenly, "Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith begins to play as Lowedown, Flame, and Dozer make their way out of the entrance to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is carrying the World title in his hand for a moment until he stops at the top of the entrance way and then thrusts it high up in the air and paces back and forth across the ramp as the crowd continues to chant for Lowedown as he suddenly rushes towards the ring and slides under the ring and immediately pops back up on his feet and parades around the ring carrying the World title high in the air...)

JR:Lowedown apparently is happy to be the World Heavyweight champion for the sixth time!

King:Either that or he's trying for the next America's Top Model! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown continues to walk around the ring holding the World title high in the air until he sees a sign in the crowd that reads...)

(LOWEDOWN IS THE REAL CHAMP!)

(Lowedown walks over and is handed the microphone by Lily Garcia as he shakes her hand and then walks to the center of the ring...)

Lowedown:ANYWHERE, USA!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown The World champ...IS HERE TONIGHT!

(Bigger crowd pop)

Lowedown:Last week, in a battle between two of the biggest stars in the BMWF, one emerged with the biggest prize in the business! The man standing right here in front of you walked away with the gold and left that sorry sack of BLEEP Master Z lying asleep in the ring! I told each and every single one of you that Master Z was a fluke and I proved it by becoming the World champion! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Now, don't get me wrong. Z is a tough sonofableep without question. The only thing I can against him is that I was just a lil' bit tougher wasn't I?

(Flame walks over and chimes in...)

Flame:I would have to say yes baby.

Lowedown:Why thank you sweetie! Now, I also want to talk about a young man who also had an incredible night last week in the Elimination chamber. This man went through a great deal of pain and sacrifice to win the Elimination chamber. Now, I know this man and I have been through alot in the past and we are still good friends outside the ring. We were in the bWo together. We fought side by side and we have fought against each other in the spirit of competition. But I know that now is the time where this man and I will step in the ring and give each other a match that will raise the bar to a whole new level!

King:Is he trying to kiss up to the Judge or what?

JR:Lowedown and the Judge have been friends for some time. They have just chosen different groups.

King:But they're both morons now and then!

Lowedown:Last week, after the Elimination chamber was all said and done, I offered this man the opportunity to be congratulated by me with a party in his honor. I personally wanted to congratulate him on his win and show him that I want to have the match of the century with him at Bruisermania! But I also want to show him that I respect him as a competitor and as my friend. Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to bring out...THE JUDGE!

PA: I WAS BORN TO REIGN!

("Born to Reign" by Will Smith hits the PA system as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge steps out from behind the curtains to get a mixed reaction from the crowd. Judge walks about half-way down the ramp and then raises his gavel in the air and brings it down three times, each time igniting a black and white pyro behind him. He continues down the ramp and enters the ring. The Judge climbs the turnbuckle and raises his gavel in the air before jumping down and taking a mic from ringside.)

Judge: Lowedown, you're right, we have been through a lot together. Remember that one time where the BWO got to stay in the Prime Time Mansion and we had that huge party and we trashed the place? The BWO was a wild ride, but Bruisermania isn't going to be about having fun. As I'm sure you know, Bruisermania is the biggest event in all of sports-entertainment, millions and millions of BMWF fans are going to pay their fifty dollars to either watch at home or their hundreds of dollars on Bruisermania tickets to see us go at it! At Bruisermania, I'm not going to kick back and put my feet up while we enjoy some cold ones, I fully intend on winning that World title, just so you're aware!

(The Judge gets a little bit closer to Lowedown.)

Judge: Regardless of whatever happened in the past between us, when I won that Elimination Chamber match last week at the Bedlam Bowl, I proved that I have what it takes to win that World title slung over your shoulder there.

(Lowedown looks at the World title on his shoulder and gives it a kiss...)

Judge: I beat some of the best in the business, and so far in BMWF history, there have been only two Elimination Chamber matches! Ironically, the two people who won those two Chamber matches are standing in the ring right now! At Bruisermania, the BMWF fans are going to get a treat as two of the best in the business go at it!

Lowedown: I agree with you Judge, the Bruisermania main-event will be an impressive match. But seeing how this is one of your first main-event matches and your first serious World title shot, I want to do something for you to prove that there are no hard feelings between you and I and that I respect you as the man who is going to face me at Bruisermania. I would like to offer you...a stipulation in our match up.

JR:A stipulation? What does he mean by that?

King:The Judge can make a stipulation in the match in his favor? Lowedown is the biggest moron on the planet!

Judge: A stipulation? Hmmm....

Lowedown:Exactly! To show you how confident I am as the World champion, I am offering you a stipulation that you can add to our match. If you want a steel cage or brass knuckles or anything else...you name it!

(The crowd begins to shout out random match types like "Hell in a Cell!" and "Ladder match!")

Judge: You know what, I know what would make me feel more comfortable.

(The Judge pauses as Lowedown leans in and puts his hand to his ear...)

Judge: At Bruisermania, Lowedown will be putting his title on the line against myself, with a special referee!

JR: A special ref? Who?

Lowedown:A special referee? Not bad my friend. I think that is a pretty good idea. It's not going to be Scotty is it? I don't think he can count to three to be honest.

(Pause)

Lowedown:I'm just kidding Scotty. Who do you want Judge?

Judge:My special referee...will be none other than..

(The Judge leans right into Lowedown's face...

Judge:..your half-brother ASH!

King: YAHHH!

JR: OH MY! LOWEDOWN AND FLAME LOOK SHOCKED! Lowedown isn't sure how to react to this!

King:I think the Judge pulled the wool over the champ's eyes!

(Lowedown pauses as Flame quickly pulls him aside and begins to whisper in her husband's ear. After a moment, Lowedown finally shakes his head and brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:Judge, that's one hell of an idea! I couldn't think of anyone better to referee our match. But now, I am going to hold my stipulation until after our six man tag is done with tonight if you don't mind of course?

(The Judge shrugs his shoulders and then brings his microphone up...)

Judge:I've got no problem with that.

Lowedown:Shake on it?

(Lowedown extends his hand out as the Judge looks down for a moment and then finally extends his hand out and both men shake...)

Lowedown:Judge, I look forward to Bruisermania. May the best man win.

Judge:Trust me. I intend to.

("Born to Reign" begins to play once again as the Judge begins to exit the ring. Lowedown looks down at the Judge and holds the World title up in the air and waves to him as the Judge exits through the entrance way. Lowedown begins dancing to the Judge's music for a moment before he makes the "cut" motion for the music to stop...)

Lowedown:Judge, I can admire your determination and your desire to want to become the World title. Believe me when I say that I've been there before right before the World title for the first time. Let me clear up a lil' something for you. Each time I lost that World title, it made me hungrier. When I lost the World title the last time against Tyrone Smith, I had become ravenous. I don't know how I was able to control while the World title was around the waist of the Jamaican hashpipe to be honest. But then the World title went around the waist of the biggest jack@$$ in the business in Master Z!

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:But now, the World champ is back in the saddle and not the Judge, not Master Z, not anyone is going to knock me off my pedastal for a while! Judge, I respect ya brother and I know you and I will show all these people the match of a lifetime! But don't think for a moment that if you try and swerve me wrong, I won't be a nice guy. That is the definite Lowedown on that! Hit my music!

("Lean Back" begins to play as Lowedown climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and raises the World title high up in the air. Lowedown looks around the arena and then pulls his t-shirt off and launches it out into the crowd...)

JR:Lowedown and Judge appear to be on the same page here tonight!

King:The Judge wants the title and Lowedown will do anything to keep it!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Toronto, Ontario, Canada...
Weighing in at 282 pounds...

Pest

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

JR: Pest attacks Achu before the bell.

KING: Maybe he wants to get this jobber match over to save the show's rating!

*DING DING*

JR; Pest hits a forearm to the back on Achu.
Pest executes a powerslam on Achu.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Pest runs into the ropes.
Pest goes for a lariat, but Achu counters it with an armbar submission.
Pest inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Achu goes for a vertical suplex, but Pest blocks it.
Pest goes for a roundhouse right, but Achu blocks it.
Achu goes for a vertical suplex, but Pest blocks it.
Pest gives him a side suplex, but Achu doesn't budge.
Pest gives him a powerslam, but Achu doesn't budge.
Achu takes Pest down with a bodyslam.
Achu executes a chop on Pest.
Achu hoists Pest high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Pest crash
ing hard to the mat.
Achu kicks Pest.
Achu chops Pest.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Pest chops Achu.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Pest punches Achu.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Pest kicks Achu.
Pest takes Achu down with a powerslam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pest complains about a slow count.
Pest puts Achu in a camel clutch.
Achu manages to grab the ropes after 12 seconds.
Pest goes for a camel clutch, but Achu blocks it.
Achu whips Pest into the ropes.
Achu misses with an elbow.
Pest hits Achu with a clothesline.
Pest almost takes Achu's head off with a clothesline
Pest acts like thinks he's better than anybody else.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Pest executes the Pesticide on Achu.
Pest is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
Pest goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Pest.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Pest!

KING: What a match!
 
JR: Bedlam Bowl saw a new World Champion crowned, but there are already problems for Lowedown. Look what happened earlier today!
 
(The screen changes and shows Lowedown and Black walking through the backstage area. Suddenly, loud screaming is heard as they turn the corner. The camera shows security holding Dreadnaught back as he tries to fight his way through.)
 
Dreadnaught: BLACK AND CHAMP! YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!
 
(Security continues to hold Dreadnaught back.)
 
Dreadnaught: IF THESE GUYS WON”T LET ME SOLVE MY PROBLEMS, I WILL SEE YOU TWO IN THE RING!
 
(Security lets Dreadnaught go and forms a wall. Dreadnaught stares into the eyes of Lowedown and Black before turning around and walking down the hall in the other direction.)
 
Lowedown: A fast count gets people so upset around here! Besides, it didn't feel like a fast count to me.
 
(The scene then changes back to JR and the King.)
 
JR: Tonight is going to be pull of excitement as we recap all the events…
 
(A voice then cuts through the announce system. The camera zooms up to the stage and Dreadnaught is seen pushing through security to get to the ring. He knocks one to the ground and then sprints down to the ring. Security follows him down and surrounds the ring. Dreadnaught calls for a mic.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, if no more of you security fools want to get broken off, you better let me speak! I know the champ gets special treatment, but this is ridiculous. All I want to do is talk to him and Black. So why don’t you two get out here!
 
(Suddenly, Tool's Swampsong starts to play over the PA system, but it dies out almost immediately when William Black and Spirit appear at the edge of the entry ramp. Both are dressed in a rather impecable fashion. Black coming standard in his pinstripe Armani and Spirit right next to him in a white cocktail dress. William Black has a mic. He starts to speak, but the crowd is going crazy. It's far too noisy for him to continue so he waits a moment or two pacing back and forth. He stops and smirks as the camera comes in for a close up.)

Black: Ladies and gentlemen... Your NEW World Heavyweight Champion, Lowedown!!!!
 
PA:YA FEEL ME?!?
 
(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way down to the ring to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown rushes down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and lays on his side for a moment before he is handed a microphone from behind by Flame...)
 
Lowe: Dread, I know what is going through your head, and I understand! But, right now, you got a golden opportunity in front of you! I think you need to chill a lil' bit partner. You are a lil' high strung over nothing.
 
Spirit: He’s right Dread!
 
(Dreadnaught stares back at the two before putting the mic to his mouth. The Family makes their way to the ring, playing to the crowd.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yeah, Black, I heard your messages all week! We make a good showing tonight! And maybe we can get a shot at the Tag Straps! But you see, you are missing a key piece!
 
Black: What’s that?
 
(Dreadnaught smirks before looking Black and Lowe in the eyes. Dreadnaught stares at Lowe.)
 
Dreadnaught: TRUST! You see, I thought you two were men of your words! But, obviously, I overestimated you both! So tonight, Black, I know you took the liberty of having the Thug assigned as your partner, so let’s just see what happens! 
 
(Dreadnaught begins to walk out of the ring. He has one leg outside the ropes when Black grabs his arm.)
 
Black: Wait a second Thug!
 
(Dreadnaught immediately stiffens and then steps all the way back into the ring. He looks directly into the eyes of Black.)
 
Black: You see... I think you're full of BLEEP! You're the one that's not seeing what's right in front of you. It was you, after all, who said something about dividing and conquering wasn't it? .............. AAAANNNND.... It was me who said I always look out for numero uno.

(William Black takes a second to pose in a rather dramatic fashion using his free hand.)

Black: Now I can honestly say that I didn't know Lowedown was going to be a partial referee... but that's all beside the point. You know as well as I do that you're not BLEEPed off over the fact that I rolled you up from behind and got the 1, 2, 3... We both know it's because you didn't think of it first! Honestly... If you could've done that to me, you would have.

(Black turns to his side and smiles at Spirit. She moves to stand beside him, slinking her arm around his.)

Black: So I really just have one question for you................. Are you going to be here tonight against Vernon "The Whimp" Showtime?
 
Dreadnaught: What does your heart tell you?
 
(Dreadnaught pokes Black in the chest.)
 
Dreadnaught: You know, I just ain’t made up my mind yet! So let me bounce…
 
(Dreadnaught pulls his sunglasses off and stares a hole through Black.)
 
Dreadnaught: Before I have to beat Vernon by myself! I am really having to try not to dismantle you both right now. And if I hear one more word, the golden boy over there…
 
(Dreadnaught points at Lowedown.)
 
Dreadnaught: Will be eating jello through a straw at the nearest ICU. Check you later fellas.
 
(Dreadnaught pushes the mic in the chest of Black before stepping through the ropes and walking up the ramp.)
 
JR: The Thug is not happy about what happened at the Bedlam Bowl!
 
Lowedown:Dread, you know I don't like Jell-O.
 
(Crowd laughs)
 
Lowedown: I don't know about you folks, but I'm in the mood for a lil' celebration of my own! Let's get this shing ding started!
 
(Suddenly, a group of young dancing girls begin to make their way down to the ring in very scantly clad garb. Lowedown climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and points right to J.R and the King and motions to them with his finger...)
 
King:We're being invited to the PUPPYfest! WOO-HOO!
 
JR:I'm a happily married man King!
 
King:J.R, you can look at the menu, you just can't order anything!
 
(J.R thinks for a second and then looks back at the King...)
 
JR:Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to window shop I guess. Besides, the missus is at her sister's house playing Kinasta! Let's go!
 
(J.R and the King make their way from the announce position and climb into the ring. The King is immediately tackled by a group of young ladies and he doesn't even try to fight them off. Another girl asks to wear J.R's hat and places it on her head. The young lady climbs up to the top turnbuckle and sits down on the turnbuckle and places her legs on the shoulders of J.R as he tries not to blush...)
 
Lowedown:Giddy up lil' doggie! YAHOO! Now this is the way you have a party! When Lowedown is the World champ, it will be a party! Hit my music would ya?
 
("Lean Back" begins to play again as the young girls continue dancing in the ring. Streamers begin to fall from the rafters as the crowd watches on. The King manages to grab a microphone from the pile up of women on top of him...)
 
King:I don't want this to ever end! But we'll be right back! YAHHH!

>>>

(A camera shows Kolic in his locker room, Kolic holding his newly acquired
TV Title over his shoulder, and Michael Bole standing next to him with mic
in hand)

Bole: I'm standing here with Kolic, who at the Bedlam Bowl won the TV Title
in a very hard fought match. First of all, congratulations on winning.

Kolic: Thank you Bole, though the victory is somewhat tainted.

Bole: What do you mean?

Kolic: You, as well as everyone else in attendance and at home, saw what I
did to Witherspoon. I didn't just use the ladder as a tool, I used it as a
weapon.

Bole: That's perfectly within the rules.

Kolic: I went too far. I wanted to hurt Witherspoon. You hear me? I WANTED
to see him bleeding, injured, even unconscious. Luckily, I stopped myself
before any permanent damage was done, but still...I can't imagine wanting
anything so much that I would stoop that low.

Bole: The fact remains that you're the TV champ. Your opponent tonight is
Dale Anderson, a relative rookie in the business. Any thoughts?

Kolic: As much as I like rooting for the underdog, I don't think he's quite
ready for the title just yet. Heart is one thing, but experience cannot be
discounted. Now, if you'll excuse me Bole, I must prepare for my match.

Bole: Ok, good luck.

Fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

JR: Dork The Clown attacks New Jackal before the bell.

KING: These jobbers really want to get this part of the show over quick!

*DING DING*

JR: Dork The Clown nails New Jackal with a reverse neckbreaker.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown executes a belly-to-back suplex on New Jackal.
Dork The Clown goes for a kneebreaker, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal kicks Dork The Clown.
The crowd is really behind New Jackal.
New Jackal chops Dork The Clown.
There are lots of chants for New Jackal.
New Jackal goes for a kick to the midsection, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown kicks New Jackal.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown kicks New Jackal.
New Jackal chops Dork The Clown.
New Jackal kicks Dork The Clown.
New Jackal has the crowd going wild.
New Jackal uses a punch on Dork The Clown.
New Jackal goes for a kick to the midsection, but Dork The Clown
counters it with a legsweep.
Dork The Clown goes for a forearm smash, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal goes for a bodyslam, but Dork The Clown counters it with a facerake.
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown and New Jackal get hit with a double clothesline.
Dork The Clown executes a kneebreaker on New Jackal.
Dork The Clown almost takes New Jackal's head off with a flying clothesline
Dork The Clown takes New Jackal down with a chop.
Dork The Clown hits New Jackal with a kick to the head.
Dork The Clown is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Dork The Clown uses a headbutt on New Jackal.
Dork The Clown covers New Jackal.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dork The Clown laughs at his opponent.
There are lots of chants for Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown hits a powerslam on New Jackal.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Dork The Clown executes the Whoopie Cushion on New Jackal.
Dork The Clown goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dork The Clown!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic is walking around backstage with Dusty following, hitting exhaust pipes with a lead pipe. Michael Bole approaches her.)

Bole: COULD YOU STOP MAKING THAT NOISE?

Aquatic: (dropping her pipe) Sorry. What's the problem?

Bole: I'm waiting to do an interview, and the tech crew can't get a sound feed. Do you mind?

Aquatic: (looking sideways at Bole.) What happened to you, Mike? You don't have any consideration? I just lost one of the biggest matches of my life last Monday, and you're shooing me off?

Bole: You know what? Fine. My interview's not here, so I'll interview you. Why was that one of the biggest matches of your life?

Aquatic: It's just...I wanted to prove myself, you know? I tapped out and I let Danielle down.

Bole: You can't mean that. She probably didn't even notice you lost. Besides, I thought you were going to be more relaxed.

Aquatic: I AM! (Aquatic kicks the radiator, and Dusty meows.) I'm sorry Dusty...(Aquatic picks up Dusty and pets her. Michael Bole laughs.) What's so funny?

Bole: Nothing, you look like Dr. Evil...well, anyway, chill out. You think you have a chance tonight?

Aquatic: Nope. No chance. No chance whatsoever.

Bole: No chance? Not at all? I'm surprised you...(Bole looks down at the dented radiator and the lead pipe.) Oh.

Aquatic: Yeah.

(Aquatic picks up the pipe and leaves with Dusty.)

FADE

>>>

(Fifi, Smantha, and Judge Moody are standing in the backstage area. Fifi and Samantha are laughing and holding their Women's Tag Team belts.)

Fifi: Well, I may not have won the Women's title but this belt will do nicely.

Moody: Well congrats on the tag titles ladies but it's not fair how that piece of trash Alexis Terrion is able to get a Women's title shot before me. She just entered the BMWF and what has she even proven yet? I should be the BMWF Women's champion right now, not her!

Fifi: Girl maybe one day. But you know what really gets me?

Moody: What is that?

Fifi: That tramp Alexis is holding MY belt.

Moody: Well, we all feel that way.

Fifi: Now I have to be in this six woman tag team match. I don't mind having to team with you girls....

Moody: Ever since Dizi first entered the BMWF, she has been a thorn in my side. I was so relieved to see you two win the Women's Tag titles just because I didn't want those two bimbos to win!

Fifi: I say we go out there and do what we know best... We are winners.

>>>

JR: We have Cheri Runnels backstage ready to interview one of our lovely female wrestlers.

King: The brainless female wrestlers, you mean.

JR: That's not nice, King.

King: Nice... Schmice... it's true.

(The camera cuts backstage to Cheri Runnels standing with Dizi.)

Cheri: Dizi, I was wondering if we could get your comments on last week's match. (goes on quickly) I mean the tag match that you and Aquatic lost. How do you feel about that?

Dizi: It pretty much sucked. Aquatic and I were on our game and losing to those two nasty little girls just didn't make any sense. But, at least Aquatic liked her kitty.

Cheri: Yes, that was a very nice gift.

Dizi: Yeah... she told me one time that she had a kitty, but some little ho burned it. So, I thought another kitty might make her happy.

Cheri: Of course. She seemed very pleased.

Dizi: Yeah, she did, didn't she?

Cheri: What are your plans now?

Dizi: I'm not sure. I could either call for a pizza or just check out the craft area or see what the concession stands have.

Cheri: Yes, that's very good, but, I mean what are you plans professionally? Are you going to continue to seek the Women's Tag Title with Aquatic or are you going to try and regain the Women's Championship?

Dizi: Yes.

Cheri: Yes, to which one?

Dizi: Either. Both. Whatever.

Cheri: Of course... whatever. Well, how about things personally?

Dizi: Well, breakfast wasn't very good. My eggs were overcooked and you know how they get all rubbery?

Cheri: I meant, specifically, for you to comment on the situation with Tamer and Witherspoon. Or how you feel about Donnie's win against Clancy and the resulting stipulation from that match.

Dizi: Tamer and I don't have a situation any more. Spoon is great. Scotty helped Donnie out a lot with that, which was very cool of him. And what stipulation?

Cheri: Well, the stipulation that Tamer and the rest of Prime Time aren't able to contact you at all now.

Dizi: Oh. I didn't know that.

Cheri: Oh. I thought you knew...

Dizi: (shrugs) Well... Vern and Kolic and I were friendly but not really friends. Ezekiel was always sweet to me, but he's all distracted now. And Tamer... Tamer wants that other woman, so... I don't guess it matters.

(Dizi sniffles.)

Cheri: Oh, no... don't start crying... (turns to the camera) Cut. Cut!

FADE

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

From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson
His partner...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: I came, I saw, I kicked some *BLEEP*, the pain, I cause, it makes me laugh, because the way I do my thing is strange...I just inject myself into your veins...

("The Wreckoning" by Boomcat plays over the PA System as Aquatic and Dizi come out. Aquatic is carrying Dusty. Dizi is carrying a bag of popcorn. Aquatic steers Dizi towards the ring, making sure Dizi is clear when the pyro goes off.)

PA: Can't run, can't hide, there's no way out, the sun, will rise, and it's about....time for the Wreckoning...about time for this girl to sing...

(Aquatic hands Dusty to a crewperson, then hops up to the ropes and flips over. Dizi wanders around the ring talking to fans and Dizi gives the popcorn to one. Aquatic calls Dizi over and slides in under the bottom rope.)

JR: Well, King, you should enjoy this match.

King: You bet I will, JR! Puppies everywhere!

JR: And one cat.

King: Yeah, but they're passing the kitty off to a crewperson.

JR: Better than leaving it with us.

LILLY: Their partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building, Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. She is leading a huge Rottweiler dog. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. The dog sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

LILLY: Their opponents....
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody
Her partner...
From Quebec, CN... weighing in at 135 pounds...
Fifi
Their partner...
From Seattle, Washington... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Samantha Gretch

("Fighter" by Christina Aguilera as Fifi walks out. Her half of the Women's Tag Team titles is over her shoulder. She removes it and blows her breath on it as she begins to polish it.)

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. Judge Moody appears from behind the curtains and walks down the ramp as the crowd boos. Judge Moody joins Gretch and Fifi at the bottom of the ramp and the three women walk into the ring together.)

Fifi: Last week, Samantha and I went out and did something no one thought we would. We won the Women's tag team titles.

(The crowd boos)

Fifi: But I don't understand why we have to be out here to face the same exact losers we did last week.

Moody: Those two really don't have a chance...but what about that talentless scum Francine?

Fifi: Oh yeah... The so called Queen of Extreme... How could I forget? Francine... ECFNW folded a long time ago... Time to get a reality check.

Moody: Tonight it isn't even a matter of talent, because we all know that all the talent in the BMWF Women's division is on this side of the match. Dizi, Aquatic, and Francine are just fluke winners, and tonight me and my partners will prove that!

Fifi: Just like the song by Green Day... You will walk along the Boulivard of Broken Dreams. Because chicks... Your dreams will be shattered.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Aquatic sends Fifi into the ropes.
Aquatic takes Fifi to the mat with a powerslam!
Aquatic jumps back to her feet.
Fifi is struggling to get back to her feet.

King: The quick tags between Dizi and Aquatic are keeping both women pretty fresh.

JR: Well, that's some good strategy, King.
They've definitely been giving Fifi a hard time.

King: I'd like to give Fi...

JR: Now, cut that out, King!

King: Sorry.

JR: Aquatic is back on the offensive with a bulldog on Fifi.

King: She's got Fifi back in the corner.

JR: Aquatic tags in Dizi.
Fifi is trying to get back up.
Dizi enters the ring.
Aquatic and Dizi send Fifi into the ropes.
Double back body drop on Fifi!
She looks broken in half.
Aquatic exits the ring.
Dizi gets a double leg cradle on Fifi!
The referee is in position!
One! Two! Thr.... NO!
Fifi kicked out at 2 and a half.

King: Don't worry about Fifi! She'll turn this around.

JR: Dizi drops an elbow across the chest of Fifi.
Dizi nips up and grabs Fifi by the hair.

King: Come on, ref! She can't do that!

JR: Dizi pulls Fifi up sets her up for a vertical suplex.
Dizi hoist Fifi up and holds her....
Dizi sends Fifi crashing to the mat.
Dizi gets a double leg hook on Fifi!
The referee is counting.
One! Kickout by Fifi.

King: I told you Fifi could handle her.

JR: Dizi is back to her feet.
Dizi is waiting for Fifi to get up.
Fifi is up!
Dizi nails Fifi with a dropkick!
That looked like it about took Fifi's head off!

King: Get to the corner, Fifi! Make the tag!

JR: She's certainly trying, King, but I don't think Dizi is going to let her get there!
Dizi grabs Fifi's leg and is dragging her back to her team's corner.
Dizi reaches back and tags in Francine.
Dizi exits the ring.

JR: Fifi has Francine backed in a neutral corner.

King: Oh JR... Puppies everywhere!!!!

JR: Fifi chops Francine hard in the chest.

King: Does she need a chest massage?

JR: Francine has dropped down to the mat.

King: Fifi is backing up.

JR: Fifi is running towards Francine.... BRONCO BUSTER!!!!!

King: I want to be there!!!

JR: Francine executes a hair pull on Fifi.
Francine hits Fifi with a bulldog.
Francine whips Fifi into the ropes.
Fifi takes Francine down with a  DDT.
Fifi tags out to Judge Moody.
Dizi enters the ring and throws Fifi out of the ring.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Francine hits a punch on Judge Moody.
Francine tags out to Dizi.
Fifi enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Dizi and Francine hit Judge Moody with a double bulldog.
Francine leaves the ring.
Dizi goes for a vertical suplex, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Dizi misses with an elbow.
Judge Moody misses with a clothesline.
Dizi misses with a shoulderblock.
Dizi hits a bulldog on Judge Moody.
Dizi whips Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.
Dizi runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Judge Moody moves out of the way.
Judge Moody tags out to Fifi.
Fifi and Judge Moody hit Dizi with a double vertical suplex.
Judge Moody uses a dropkick on Dizi.
Fifi nails Dizi with an airplane spin.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Fifi.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.

JR: Dizi and Fifi are trading punches in the center of the ring!!!

King: Don't hurt the puppies!!!

JR: Dizi missed!!!!

King: Fifi is behind Dizi!!!!

JR: German suplex by Fifi!!!!

King: She didn't let go!!!!!

JR: No she didn't... Another German suplex!!!!!

King: She is still holding on!!!!

JR: Another German Suplex!!!!

King: Look at Fifi go!!! She still has her hands clasped!!!!

JR: Another German suplex!!!!!

KING: Oh, get real! Now we have the women imitating Benoit!

JR: Dizi runs into the ropes.
Fifi misses with a shoulderblock.
Dizi hits Fifi with a clothesline.
Fifi falls out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Fifi
reenters the ring.
Dizi tags out to Aquatic.
Aquatic gets a half Boston crab on Fifi.
Fifi inches her way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Fifi counters it with a backward kick.
A few fans are booing Fifi.
Fifi punches Aquatic.
Fifi hits Aquatic.
A few fans are booing Fifi.
Aquatic kicks Fifi.

Fifi tags in Samantha.

JR: And Dizi gets the tag from Aquatic.
Samantha tries for a hip toss, but Dizi reverses it and executes one on Samantha instead.

King: It looks like Dizi is really on her game today.

JR: Yes, it does, King.
Dizi takes Samantha to the mat with a single leg takedown.
Dizi floats over for a lateral press.
One... kickout by Samantha Gretch.
I think it'll take more than that to pin Samantha Gretch.

King: It's psychology, JR. You don't understand it.

JR: Dizi and Samantha are back to their feet.
Lockup in the center of the ring.
Samantha gets a side headlock on Dizi.
Dizi quickly twists free and manages to apply a wristlock to Samantha.
The referee is checking to see if Samantha wants to submit.

King: To a wristlock? Please!

JR: Well, you're the one that's always saying how much those submission holds hurt, King.

King: They do! But Samantha is tougher than that.

JR: Dizi releases the hold.
Dizi kicks Samantha in the midsection.
Dizi has Samantha by the hair.
Dizi drags Samantha to the turnbuckle and rams her head into it!

King: And that's not the corner Samantha wants to be in right now!

JR: Dizi tags in Aquatic.
Aquatic enters the ring, as Dizi pulls Aquatic out of the corner and sends her into the ropes.
Double elbows on Samantha Gretch!

King: Not the puppies!

JR: Samantha is down and in a lot of trouble.
The referee is ordering Dizi out of the ring.
Aquatic has Samantha up.
Aquatic executes a snap suplex on Samantha!
Samantha is taking a lot of punishment!

King: She needs to get to her corner for a tag!

JR: Aquatic is pulling Samantha up again.
Aquatic sends Samantha into the ropes.
Aquatic hits Samantha with a dropkick!

King: It looks like Dizi is getting bored.

JR: You're right, King. Dizi's down on the floor talking to the fans at ringside.
Aquatic has noticed and has tagged in Francine.

King: Aquatic's leaving the ring entirely!

JR: She's down on the floor.
Aquatic is getting Dizi back onto the apron.

King: And Francine is taking a beating in the ring.

JR: You're right about that, King. Samantha has managed to make it to her corner and has tagged in Judge Moody, who is all over Francine.

Francine tags!

King: Samantha has come in the ring as well.

JR: Fifi and Samantha have Aquatic up in a double suplex.... Judge Moody just came off the top rope and did a body splash as the suplexed Aquatic.

Moody tags out.

Fifi executes an armdrag takedown on Aquatic.
Fifi tags out to Samantha Gretch.
Dizi enters the ring and throws Fifi out of the ring.
Aquatic and Dizi hit Samantha Gretch with a double bulldog.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Samantha Gretch blocks it.
Samantha Gretch hits a low blow on Aquatic.
Samantha Gretch nails Aquatic with a low blow.
Samantha Gretch goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Aquatic blocks it.

JR: And Judge Moody is tagged in!
Aquatic and Judge Moody are the legal women!
Aquatic and Judge Moody have a lot of history between them!

King: Yeah, but so do Judge Moody and Dizi!

JR: And Dizi is frantic to get into the ring!

King: I don't think Dizi ever forgave Judge Moody for the attack on Donnie!

JR: And it looks like Aquatic is going to give Dizi what she wants.
Aquatic tags in Dizi!
Dizi explodes into the ring!
Dizi punches Judge Moody!
Dizi kicks Judge Moody!

King: Every time Dizi gets that tag she practically assaults poor Judge Moody!

JR: Dizi sends Judge Moody into the ropes!
Dizi hits a drop toe hold on Judge Moody!
Dizi scrambles around and gets an armlock leglock submission on Judge Moody!

King: I think Judge Moody is too close to the ropes!

JR: I think you're right... you are right, King.
Judge Moody has the bottom rope.
The referee is calling for the break.
The referee is counting...
1! 2! 3! 4!
Dizi releases the hold.

King: She cut it pretty close, JR.

JR: That she did.
Dizi is back on her feet.
Judge Moody is struggling up.
Dizi is waiting for Judge Moody to get to her feet.
Judge Moody is up.
Cross body block on Judge Moody by Dizi!

King: But Judge Moody has rolled with it!

JR: Judge Moody has a lateral press on Dizi!
Dizi kicks out before the referee can even count!
Dizi gets an inside cradle on Judge Moody!

King: She's grabbed the rope! Dizi has the rope!

JR: But the referee doesn't see it!!
The referee is counting!

Fifi makes the save!

Tags!

Aquatic takes Samantha Gretch down with a German suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Samantha Gretch counters it with
a backward kick.
Aquatic sprays blue mist.
The crowd is going crazy.
She goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Aquatic has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Dizi, Aquatic and Francine!

JR: Aquatic comes up behind Fifi on the apron and crashes her head between two trash can lids.
Samantha moves toward Aquatic, but is yanked down headfirst onto the steel steps by Dizi.

(Judge Moody throws Francine out of the ring onto Lilly. She charges Aquatic, but is low-bridged out of the ring. Aquatic picks up her steel pipe and nails Judge Moody between the eyes with it. Judge Moody covers her face, but Aquatic hits it again and again until she bleeds.)

King: Um...JR? I don't think nice Aquatic showed up for work today!

JR: I would have to agree with you on that.

Dizi, Dusty in hand, holds Aquatic's arm back.
Aquatic relinquishes the lead pipe to Dizi, Dizi relinguishing Dusty to her.
Dizi suddenly spins around and nails Samantha Gretch and Fifi as they get up, as Aquatic laughs.

King: What's happening with Dizi?

JR: Those slumber parties with Aquatic must really screw you up!

Aquatic bends down and smears a little of Judge Moody's blood across her face, twitching for a moment.
Aquatic then turns to Dizi, and takes her hand with her free arm as they leave.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale sitting a steel chair near a wall in the hall. He leans towards the camera and begins to speak.)

Dale: I have given 2 weeks to Scotty to go through some matches and build up some before a very gruesome match for submissionists. I wasn't expecting this to happen though. I am up for a match against Kolic for the TV TITLE! I have been waiting for a shot at a title and I finally get one. But, Kolic is a pretty tough competitor, and his Binary Blast is a killer. If I get hit by that it could be over. BUT, I wont. I wont be touched by it. I even promised Scotty I would show him my submissionist skills. So I will be using mainly submission moves. I will gve slams out to weaken him so I wont get reversed so much.

(Dale stands up from the chair and puts his hands in his black, leather coat, and begins to walk. He is still near the camera.)

Dale: This is my big oppertunity to show Scotty that I am a threat to him. I need to show him that my accute submission skills will take control of that ring when I am facing him one on one. If things go right Bruiser will approve the Ultimate submission match. If all you people don't know what that is. It's a match like the Ironman match except you can only win falls by submission. I am still angered that Scotty had a man follow me around. If I see that guy again, he will not make it away alive. If Scotty interferes in my match, it will be the LAST DAMN THING HE WILL EVER DO! It's a title match. A match people live for, breathe for, risk their lives for, and I have done that. Now I have a chance to prove myself in this federation. I can prove myself by winning the Television Title, or as I like to call it, the TVT, and then it will be draped over m shoulder as a token of semi-hard work. I haven't been myself lately from the tiredness of the submission training. It has been keeping me out of tune of my matches. But now I am gonna get back in the game. I might also have a friend to come help me over here. He just has to cut it first.

(Dale stops at the end of the hall and looks behind him. He sees Alexei being all cheerful with his Hardcore title. Dale walks up to Alexei andstares at him in an angry way. Alexei looks at Dale and goes wide eyed. Dale then smiles.)

Dale: Congrats on the title win Alexei.

Dale: Man, I congratulate you and you bark at me like some mutt? What's wrong with you? Damn, and I thought I was psyched to even GET a title shot. See ya.

(Dale walks away and the cameraman follows.)

Dale: Man, that stuck up son of a *BLEEP*. Think's just cause he's hardcore champ, that he can act like that. What a stupid... I wont go further. Look, I just need to keep my eyes on the prize. A shiny prize known as the TELEVISION TITLE. I also have to look out for Scotty, or anyone who looks as if they work for Scotty. I'll be damned if they think they will ruin this chance for me.

(Dale turns a corner and runs into EMT's.)

Dale: What the heck is up with this? Why are you clustering here?

EMT #1: We are just standing by if someone gets hurt tonight. We can't let anything get too serious.

Dale: You worry too much.

EMT #2: Just a safety precaution sir.

Dale: Yeah? Well, GET OUT THE DAMN WAY!

(The cluster of EMT's split apart and let Dale through. Dale walks through and continues to talk.)

Dale: Too many damn distractions today. Too many roadblocks. AND I HAVE A MATCH TONIGHT but they want to distract me too much. Well no more distractions!

(Dale runs into Master Z. He looks up and panics.)

Dale: Hello. S-s-sorry about your title loss.

Dale: I will go now.

(Dale rushes out from that bad area.)

Dale: He looks like a behemoth. I didn't want to get sat on by a guy that ugly. No I am just kidding. Oh great. I am getting distracted again. No more distractions, no more interuptions, no more NOTHING. I have a match to concentrate on. I have completed my training and I am ready to throw out some of my new arsenal. Its time to show Scotty that he messed with the wrong person when he put those fish heads in my locker. He will pay. He will pay. I might even put up the TV title if I win it. But I said MIGHT and IF keywords. Kolic might actually take me out with BB's. Binarys BLASTS. Look, Blasts, plural. It will take more than one to get me down and out. I am not afraid of superkicks. I Haven't been scared of kicks since I was two years old. Kolic, you might need a new move, that one s getting worn out. But what will the next one be called? Cranium Crusher? Nogginator? It doesn't matter. IT just has to be good! One that people can actually get hurt by. Not a measly kick!

(Dale smiles and settles down.)

Dale: I have been here for a little bit. Just a little bit. I have yet to prove myself completely worthy of bigger tasks. But I will soon prove it. If it isn't tonight it WILL BE with Scotty. Our differences will be settled soon. We will just get some practice matches then we will square off once and for all. In the ring, submission style. Man, just a bit away. I also have a chance tonight to do something great. This is too cool. Listen to me, I sound like a five year old kid. Oh, but it is too overwhelming. I am gonna go now. I have something to get read for and its not quite yet for the match. See ya.

(Dale walks off and the scene fades.)

>>>

(The scene opens to the dressing room of Ron "The
Thinker" Johnson. He is sitting with Jen Nardelli on
the couch he just recently had put in. He's clearly a
little nervous about his near loss last week against
Ivan Fearless, and doesn't look too sure of his
chances against fellow BMWF newcomer, Vlad.)

Ron: Jen, I don't know about this whole wrestling
thing. I mean, I nearly lost my debut match to a
jobber last week at the Bedlam Bowl. One of the
biggest stages of the BMWF fiscal year, and I was
nearly embarrassed in my debut against a jobber.

Jen: Ron, sweetie, relax. Sure, you had a rough first
match, but then again, it was your first career match
ever in the first place. Just wait until you can get
used to the whole routine of fighting matches.
Tonight, you have a big match with Vlad. If you can
beat him, I know that you'll gain some
self-confidence.

Ron: Jen, have you noticed that guy. He's like Jason
Vorhees or something, but he's way bigger. This guy
was in a train wreck, but he still got back up and
still is able to kick the snot out of people.

Jen: Who cares about Vlad!!! There's only one thing
you should be telling yourself. You're a psychologist
for crying out loud. You should know that what you're
saying could lead up to chronic depression, which
could lead to you committing suicide.

Ron: Jen, I'd never committ suicide. But, then again,
you're right. I need to get that message out of my
head.

Jen: What are you thinking now then?

Ron: I'm thinking that in a few minutes, there's gonna
a big, dead, Neanderthal Russian lying in that ring
after this thinking man gives him a lesson in the true
art of wrestling.

Jen: Good, that's right. Say it, and it will come
true. Tonight, you wanna beat Vlad, and you will.

Ron: You know it, alright, let's go. I'm up next.

Jen: Let's kick it, sweetheart.

(Ron opens the door and heads out the door. Jen pauses
for a second. And she smacks her head off the wall.)

Jen: What am I thinking, he is gonna get killed. Oh
well, maybe we'll get a miracle.

(Jen heads out the door and the scene fades to black/)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Samoa...
Weighing in at 500 pounds...

Rikishi Fatoo

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Lafayette, LA...
Weighing in at 276 pounds...

Rodney Crack


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Rodney Crack sends Rikishi Fatoo into the turnbuckle.
Rodney Crack runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Rodney Crack hoists Rikishi Fatoo high into the air with a backdrop, then sends
Rikishi Fatoo crashing hard to the mat.
Rodney Crack hits Rikishi Fatoo with a stomp.
Rodney Crack hits Rikishi Fatoo with a forearm smash.
Rodney Crack executes a splash on Rikishi Fatoo.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout.
Rodney Crack whips Rikishi Fatoo into the ropes.
Rikishi Fatoo hits Rodney Crack with an elbow.
Rikishi Fatoo takes Rodney Crack down with a savate kick.
Rikishi Fatoo hits a back suplex on Rodney Crack.
Rikishi Fatoo takes Rodney Crack down with a punch.
Rikishi Fatoo goes for a punch, but Rodney Crack blocks it.
Rodney Crack uses a kneelift on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rodney Crack punches Rikishi Fatoo.
Rodney Crack chops Rikishi Fatoo.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Rodney Crack.
Rodney Crack smacks Rikishi Fatoo with a devastating flying clothesline .
A few fans are booing Rodney Crack.
Rodney Crack goes for a headsmash into the turnbuckle, but Rikishi Fatoo
blocks it.
Rikishi Fatoo punches Rodney Crack.
A small "Rikishi Fatoo" chant is being started.
Rikishi Fatoo chops Rodney Crack.
Rodney Crack punches Rikishi Fatoo.
Rodney Crack starts to show his crack.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Rodney Crack hits a forearm to the back on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rodney Crack executes the Cracker on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rikishi Fatoo is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Rikishi Fatoo tries to escape the hold.
Rikishi Fatoo is struggling to reach the ropes.
Rikishi Fatoo tries to fight the pain.
Rikishi Fatoo submits after 20 seconds.
Quite a few boos are audible.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Rodney Crack!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic and Dizi are walking down the hallway as Aquatic carries Dusty in her arms.)

Aquatic: Now Dusty, no matter how fun it looked, attacking people out of the blue is WRONG! Unless you're cute and the audience loves you.

(Dizi laughs and nods.)

Dizi: That's what I've been telling you... as long as you're cute, you can get away with anything! Hey, look! Food! Who's hungry?

(Dizi stops at the craft table and loads up on food, getting a hot dog, nachos, a soda and several candy bars- totally ignoring the more healthy choices.)

Aquatic: Now how do you keep that figure? Are you binging and purging or something? Geez...(Aquatic takes a hot dog.) It's too bad our tables don't sell Demon Thickburgers-available at a Hardo's near you. They're full of protein.

Dizi: (shrugs and mumbles around a mouthful of food) Fast metabolism, I guess. I've never had a Demon Thickburger. I like White Castle quite a lot. We used to get them when we'd visit our grandparents in New Jersey when we were little. Oh, and we'd go to the city and eat there a lot, too. My parents took me to see the Nutcracker one Christmas... it was very traumatic. Toys coming to life and big giant rats... (shudders) I hate rats. We have to teach Dusty to kill rats when she's bigger.

Aquatic: I was actually rooting for the rats....but we should teach her anyway. Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle was a good movie. Probably in the top five fast food movies. Not SuperSize me quality, but much better than Good Burger.

(Dizi continues rambling on while consuming an enormous quanitity of food.)

Dizi: But, SuperSize me was more documentary and it's difficult to compare two such vastly different genres. I don't trust vegetarians. We had one for a while... this little girl who didn't eat meat because she wanted to date Ricky Nelson or something. She disappeared. I think she was upset when she found out he was dead. Hey, you know what looks good? That Will Smith movie coming out, "Hitch". We should go see that.

(Dizi starts to bounce lightly on the balls of her feet as if she can't keep still.)

(Aquatic grabs Dizi and holds her down. Dizi smiles brightly at Aquatic.)

Aquatic: (smiling back) We have more important things to worry about than Will Smith movies. You and I both know we're the best alliance in the women's division today, but we need to prove it. Consolidate titles.

Dizi: Jammin! But, Will Smith... very hot. Hey, you have a skateboard, don't you? I left mine at home. Donnie said it's too hard to pack. Have you ever tried ice skating? I think I'd fall down a lot. Hey, let's try Laser Tag!! That sounds fun!!

Aquatic: FOCUS!!!! (Dusty meows as Aquatic puts her hand over her mouth.) I'm sorry...um...yes, I have a skateboard. Fifi never took the one I offered. Um...I'm sorry.

Dizi: (still smiling at Aquatic) No problem. What should I focus on?

(Dizi starts bouncing slightly again.)

Aquatic: (lifting her hand to Dizi's shoulder but thinking better of it.) Well, you want to be the Women's Champion again, don't you? So why don't we have a little (air quotes) "talk" with Alexis Terrion?

Dizi: Okay! Let's go talk to.... Hey, wait a minute... Alexa Terrier? Isn't she that nasty, Italian, jump-me-after-my-match-and-smack-me-with-a-chair, piece of trash? I don't want to talk to her! I want to knock her into the middle of next week. Then slap her upside her snotty head next Wednesday!

Aquatic: We don't have a show next Wednesday....oh, oh, but yes, I see your point. Italians are all evil, I must say. Should I bring Dusty along?

Dizi: (bouncing a little more now) No... she has to learn to kill rats, especially Italian rats, someday. But, I think she's too young yet. We'd better deal with the Italian Rat Terrier without her this time.

Aquatic: (handing Dusty to a nearby tech crewperson.) Okay then. You take her, Amanda. Come on Danielle, I'll grab my lead pipe on the way.

Dizi: And I'll grab whatever is handy.

(Dizi follows Aquatic off camera.)

Dizi: (off camera) I still think laser tag sounds like fun.

FADE

>>>

Ezekiel is walking into the arena when he hears a car screeching down the parkway.
Ezekiel turns around quickly and see's a black hummer racing towards him.
Ezekiel stands a waits to see what's going on.
The Hummer races towards him.
Ezekiel starts running towards the doors.
The Hummer races past him and on down the back of the parking lot.
King: Whew, I thought Zeke was a goner JR.
JR: I'll admit I thought the same thing King.
Ezekiel opens the back door of the arena and as he does a ball bat cracks him over the head.
JR: WHAT THE?!!
Ezekiel falls down and out walks Tobey Miliken.
Tobey: Good evening Zeke, are you ready for another fun filled night of BEDLAM ACTION ZEKE!
Ezekiel slowly gets up but from behind comes Mafioso running towards him and nails him in the back of the head with heavy chain.
Ezekiel falls down face first.
Tobey: That's what I thought. Come Mafioso let's introduce him to Bethlehem Pennsylvania's finest.
Tobey and Mafioso wrap the chain around Ezekiel and hook up a giant hook to the chain.
The hook raises Ezekiel up.
A crane has Ezekiel hooked up and holds him high above the ground.
Then the driver of the crane starts swinging Ezekiel.
Ezekiel starts crashing into the side of the arena building.
Ezekiel keeps crashing into the building time and time again.
Tobey: Dag gone boy, you are starting to look a bit pained. Are you?
The crane keeps whipping Ezekiel into the side of the buiding, over and over again.
Ezekiel is out cold.
Tobey: Ok, let's stop. Let's let him hang out here in Bethlehem a while. Come on Mafioso, let's get ready for our match.

>>>

(The scene opens backstage.  Alexis Terrion is standing outside the Women’s locker room with the BMWF Women’s championship on her shoulder.)
 
Alexis: To be a champion. There is nothing quite like it. Of course none of you in that crowd could possibly understand what it is like.  You have normal boring jobs. You go on everyday like the last. Nothing like the life I live. I live a life of glory. Glory I earn. I am a champion because I am simply the best. Perhaps you think my excitement would be thwarted by tonight’s title defense. Oh no.. You see I welcome in with open arms. I cannot wait for it. Because it will be nothing more then another win and another fallen opponent.
 
(Alexis grins.)
 
Alexis: Tell me truly, who is better? Who can beta me? You have no idea do you. All you have is speculation. Mere thoughts, that are nothing more then hopes and dreams. Begin to accept reality as it stands before you. I know I will win. I have something you do not. Divination it helps me win. I win because I know I will. My opponents lose because they want to win… I am the champion and will be so for a long while, get used to it…
 
FADE

>>>

(Dizi and Aquatic head towards the locker room area. Aquatic is carrying her lead pipe and Dizi is carrying a fire extinguisher Aquatic finds Alexis Terrion's door and knocks.)

Aquatic: (disguising her voice) Delivery for Ms. Terrion.

(Dizi takes a better grip on the fire extinguisher she's carrying. Alexis opens the door and starts to step into the hall. Before she can register who is at her door, Dizi swings the fire extinguisher connecting to Alexis's midsection, doubling her over. Aquatic brings the lead pipe down across Alexis's shoulders, driving her to her knees.)

Dizi: (kicking Alexis in the side) Remember when you jumped me after my match a few weeks ago??

Aquatic: (starts kicking Alexis when Dizi stops) Well, it's payback time!

(Dizi drops the fire extinguisher and grabs Alexis by the hair, pulling her to her feet, then slamming her against the wall. Alexis hits the wall face first and drops back to the floor. Dizi drops down on top of Alexis and starts throwing punches to her head.)

Dizi: (between punches) Listen up... you Italian... Rat.... Terrier! You don't... mess... with me!!

(As soon as Dizi rolls off Alexis, Aquatic moves in and raises the pipe. Alexis rolls onto her side, covering her head with her arms. Aquatic proceeds to rain blows down on Alexis's back and shoulders.)

Aquatic: (between blows) If you mess... with my friend... you mess... with me!!

(Dizi smiles at Aquatic.)

Dizi: That is so sweet!

Aquatic: Well, we take care of each other!

Dizi: That's right! (steps on Alexis as she moves to stand beside Aquatic.) Let's go ask around and see if anyone knows where we can play Laser Tag!

Aquatic: (laughs) Okay, okay. But, we have to pick Dusty up first.

Dizi: Okay.

(Dizi and Aquatic walk off, both having apparently forgotten about Alexis who is still lying on the floor.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Siena, Italy...
Weighing in at 118 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Alexis Terrion

(“Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin plays over the PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyrotechnics. A beat up Alexis Terrion steps out from behind the curtain. Alexis is dressed in a vivid candy apple red catsuit with black wrestling boots and she has The BMWF Women’s Championship around her waist)
 
JR: There she is… The new Women’s Champion.
 
King: You don’t sound happy?
 
JR: She has no respect for that title or the fans.
 
King: What do you mean she loves the title!
 
JR: For crying out loud…
 
 (Alexis just walks straight for the ring. She completely ignores the fans.)
 
King: I thought you loved people who kept their word. She did that at the Bedlam Bowl.
 
JR: She’s a jezebel and nothing more.
 
(When Alexis reaches the ring she climbs the steps and stands in her corner waiting for the bell to sound.)

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

Jacklyne J.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. whips Alexis Terrion into the ropes, but Alexis Terrion reverses it.
Alexis Terrion hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Alexis Terrion is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Alexis Terrion goes for a triangle choke, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hits Alexis Terrion with a hurricanrana.
There is no crowd reaction.
Jacklyne J. sends Alexis Terrion into the turnbuckle.
Jacklyne J. runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Jacklyne J. hits a bulldog on Alexis Terrion.
Jacklyne J. hits a hurricanrana on Alexis Terrion.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion and Jacklyne J. get hit with a double clothesline.
Alexis Terrion chops Jacklyne J..
The crowd is booing Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion punches Jacklyne J..
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Alexis Terrion takes Jacklyne J. down with an Asai moonsault bodyblock.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Alexis Terrion takes Jacklyne J. down with jumping heel kick.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Alexis Terrion executes the Divination on Jacklyne J..
Alexis Terrion is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Alexis Terrion goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Alexis Terrion is being booed out of the building.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Alexis Terrion!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens to Ron Johnson sitting in his
dressing room. He looks very worn out, as if he was
strategizing about something. He is about to fall
asleep when Jen walks in the room and shuts the door.
At the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, Ron bolts
awake in his seat and sits up straight, much like a
hungry dog.)

Jen: Ron, you look tired. What's the matter?

Ron: Well, recently, I've been doing some thinking.

Jen: About what?

Ron: Well, tonight, after my match with Vlad, I'm not
sure what I'm going to do. No one is taking me
seriously, not even Vlad. He's too busy focusing on
Alexei Romanov. They're gonna fight over who the
bigger and badder Russian is?

Jen: Well, after tonight, you need to do something.
You need to beat the living heck out of someone.
Someone who the fans adore, but not someone of say
Lowedown's or Dreadnaught's caliber. I actually think
that I have a good idea of who you should attack in
the first place.

(Jen whispers something into Ron's ear, and a sick
smile crosses his face.)

Ron: Now I know why I love you so much, Jen. I never
would've thought about that. So, after tonight, he's
really gonna get it.

Jen: Well, I'm just glad that you actually listen to
my ideas. Other men wouldn't even take them into
consideration.

Ron: Well, those other men, like all these idiots who
claim to be BMWF superstars, are stupid and naive.
I'll be right back, I gotta go do "it."

Jen: Okay, but make sure you catch him before he
leaves the arena.

Ron: No problem, honey. He won't know what hit him.
After tonight, the BMWF will take notice to this
thinking man's wrestler.

(The scene fades as Ron runs off, and Jen kicks her
shoes off and lays down on the couch and falls asleep.)

>>>

(Vlad and his manager PJ Sykes are seen backstage having an argument. Sykes’ short statue does not seem to stop him from shouting and pointing at the bulky yet silent Vlad, who is standing motionless, looking down at his angry manager. Vlad is holding his hockey stick firmly with both hands, just in front of his body, somehow providing Sykes with an obstruction, not allowing him to get any closer.)
 
PJ Sykes: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!? Don’t you EVER *BLEEPIN* talk back to me again you brainless piece of *BLEEP*. Do you understand what I have done for you? If it wasn’t for me, you would probably end up either in jail or dead. I took you under my arm, I fed you, I looked after you, I gave you a future . . . and now I am offering you a chance to make a name for yourself in the big league.
 
(Vlad lowers his head, looks away and quietly replies.)
 
Vlad: Please don’t shout at me PJ.
 
PJ Sykes: I will do whatever the *BLEEP* I want . . . I have invested a lot of money to get you here, I have risked my reputation, I have given you a lot of my time, and you just keep slacking off like a damn Russian you are.
 
Vlad: But Vlad does not like to hurt people anymore . . . they not like Vlad if I do.
 
PJ Sykes: Don’t you lie to me Vlad, don’t you *BLEEPIN* lie to me . . . you CAN and you WILL, I’ve seen you out there, just shut up and keep doing it. Another practice match this week, and then you have a chance for a title, do you understand that opportunities like this one don’t come often? I swear, if you *BLEEPIN* screw up again like you did last year, you . . . are . . . GONE! . . . back to that Syberian *BLEEP* hole, for everyone to see what a failure their little hero is.
 
Vlad: No PJ . . . NO! . . .
 
(Vlad begins hyperventilating and grunting. Sykes grabs the bottom of Vlad’s mask and pulls it towards himself, forcing Vlad to bend over to his manager’s height.)
 
PJ Sykes: GET in that *BLLEPIN* ring . . . and GET this over with . . .GET IT?!?
 
(Vlad begins rotating his shoulder blades, jerking his head left and right and grunting louder.)
 
Vlad: Ghhrgh . . . ghrgrghr . . . AAAARRGHGHHH!
 
(Vlad pushes Sykes away with his hockey stick and begins walking towards the main arena. Sykes watches him walk away, chuckles to himself, looks at the camera, gives the camera an “ironic” military salute and walks away.)

>>>

(Tamer is picking up a bottle of water backstage. Tamer begins to walk down the hall but stops shaking his head. The camera turns and shows Donnie MacPhearson stopped dead in his tracks. Donnie turn around and begins to walk away. Tamer jogs over to Donnie and put his hand on Donnie’s shoulder stopping him. Donnie jerks away from Tamer as he turns to face him.)

Donnie: What do you want?

Tamer: I just wanna talk.

Donnie: I don't see that we have anything to talk about.

Tamer: Have you ever been in love?

Donnie: Clancy lost. You have to stay away from my sister.

Tamer: Donnie look, I'm not threatening you here. I just wanna see her.

Donnie: Tamer, look. I'm not changing my mind here. I just wanna let you know that I'm not going to let you get anywhere near her.

Tamer: Wait… Just hear me out.

Donnie: Why? So you can spout off more about how much you love her and how you'd never hurt her? Well, newsflash, Tamer, you hurt her. And since I beat
Clancy last week, you're not getting near her.

Tamer: Tell me then, what did I do?

(Donnie shakes his head.)

Donnie: You made her cry. That's all that I need to know.

(Donnie turns and walks away from Tamer.)

Tamer: What if I make a wager with you?

(Donnie stops and turns back to Tamer.)

Donnie: We did that last week. You lost.
Tamer: That wasn't my wager... That was Clancy. Give me a shot on my own... Think about it it's perfect. I beat Witherspoon and I get on conversation with her. Witherspoon wins and that’s it I'm done... I leave you and her alone.

(Donnie laughs.)

Donnie: You're already done, Tamer. Per last week's match stipulation, the entire Prime Time family has to stay away from Dizi. That includes you. Face it, Tamer. It's over. You lost her.
Tamer: So who's better? Witherspoon? Ash? Judge? They won't understand her like I do... I deserve a chance. You've been against me from the beginning, why? I don't know. Maybe you’re still upset about not being in Prime Time, what is this your revenge? I never did anything to you or her… I would never do anything to hurt her. I don’t get it. You say I made her cry. But I also made her laugh, made her happy… How happy is she now?
Donnie: As a matter of fact, Spoon seems to understand her very well. They've been spending a lot of time together. And, when she's with him, she always seems to be having a good time. She hangs out with Aquatic quite a lot, too. They're always laughing and giggling. Dizi's doesn't want to talk to you. She doesn't even mention you. She's moved on. Maybe it's time for you to do the same.

(Donnie turns and starts walking away again. Tamer chucks his water bottle at the wall.)

Tamer: *BLEEP*

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Jennifer Nardelli...
Hailing from Trenton, NJ...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ronald "The Thinker" Johnson


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by PJ Sykes...
Fighting out of Novosybirsk, Syberia...
Weighing in at 280 pounds...

Vlad

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Vlad nails Ronald Johnson with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Vlad hits Ronald Johnson with a fisherman buster.
Vlad is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Vlad goes for a double underhook power bomb, but Ronald Johnson
counters it with a backdrop.
Ronald Johnson whips Vlad into the ropes.
Ronald Johnson hits Vlad with a hurricanrana.
Ronald Johnson goes for a piledriver, but Vlad blocks it.
Vlad places Ronald Johnson on the turnbuckle.
Vlad hits Ronald Johnson with a top-rope Frankensteiner.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Vlad goes for sit-out powerbomb, but Ronald Johnson blocks it.
Ronald Johnson smacks Vlad with a devastating flying clothesline .
A small "Ronald Johnson" chant is being started.
Ronald Johnson has Vlad by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off with a t
remendous Tornado DDT!
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ronald Johnson throws Vlad out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, Vlad
reenters the ring.
Ronald Johnson punches Vlad.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ronald Johnson.
Ronald Johnson punches Vlad.
A small "Ronald Johnson" chant is being started.
Ronald Johnson takes Vlad down with a backbreaker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ronald Johnson.
Both Jennifer Nardelli and PJ Sykes jump up on the apron.
Charles Robertson tries to send them back down.
Ronald Johnson nails Vlad with a DDT.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ronald Johnson.
Ronald Johnson is going for the pin.
There is no referee to count.
Ronald Johnson whips Vlad into the ropes.
Ronald Johnson hits Vlad with an elbow.
Ronald Johnson runs into the ropes.
Vlad hits Ronald Johnson with a backdrop.
Ronald Johnson falls out of the ring.
Vlad goes outside.
Ronald Johnson shoves Vlad into the guardrail.
Ronald Johnson takes Vlad down with an atomic drop.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Ronald Johnson shoves Vlad into the guardrail.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Ronald Johnson knocks Vlad into the ringsteps.
Ronald Johnson shoves Vlad into the guardrail.
Ronald Johnson hits a bodyslam on Vlad.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
Charles Robertson counts: 4.
Ronald Johnson nails Vlad with a diving headbutt.
Ronald Johnson hits a bodyslam on Vlad.
Charles Robertson counts: 5.
Ronald Johnson hits a piledriver on Vlad.
Charles Robertson counts: 6.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Ronald Johnson nails Vlad with a backbreaker.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vlad nails Ronald Johnson with a gutwrench suplex.
Vlad throws Ronald Johnson into the ringsteps.
Vlad executes a double underhook power bomb on Ronald Johnson.
Vlad whips Ronald Johnson into the guardrail.
Charles Robertson counts: 7.
Vlad hits Ronald Johnson with a headbutt.
Jennifer Nardelli comes from behind and distracts Vlad.
Ronald Johnson shoves Vlad into the guardrail.
Ronald Johnson hoists Vlad high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Vlad crashing hard to the mat.
Ronald Johnson almost takes Vlad's head off with a flying clothesline
Ronald Johnson nails Vlad with a bodyslam.
Charles Robertson counts: 8.
Ronald Johnson almost takes Vlad's head off with a flying clothesline
Jennifer Nardelli comes from behind and distracts Vlad.
Ronald Johnson takes Vlad down with a backbreaker.
Charles Robertson counts: 9.
Ronald Johnson takes Vlad down with a piledriver.
Charles Robertson counts: 10.
The verdict: A DOUBLE COUNTOUT !

*DING DING* 

LILLY: This match is a double countout!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 

(The scene opens up in a dim lit room. Two chairs are siting across from each other. One labeled Dale the other is just a regular chair. The scene goes dark from a passing mans black shirt.)

Bole: Is everything ready? We have an interview in less than three minutes. GET READY!

Man #1: We are ready.

Man #2: He's coming. Let's get into place.

(The camera goes dark again from Dale's shirt. He goes over to the chair labeled Dale and sits. The camera get's both Bole and Dale into focus.)

Dale: Leather, made for men, by men... and women.

Bole: Long time no speak Dale.

Dale: Yeah, well I was getting trained. It's something a man has to do to defend ones self. But don't worry. I am all good. Let's do this interview!

Bole: Okay. Before we get to tonights match, let's speak about this feud between you and Scotty.

Dale: Okay.

Bole: Dale you and Scotty have an on going feud. We don't really know what it started on.

Dale: I attacked Scotty. Only because he humiliated me TWICE. So I decided to teach him a lesson in humiliation. Scotty, I screwed him out of a match he was scheduled to be in that very same night. He tried to fight but he had to carry an ivy and everything. It was a show of bravery YET it was still humiliating. All I can say is that he deserved it.

Bole: Do you think he will get revenge?

Dale: He can try. We have a match coming up in the very near future. A match which supposedly might be the Ultimate submission match Scotty and I are hoping for.

Bole: Are you happy to be able to get your hands on Scotty soon?

Dale: Well, yes. He can be repaid for every little wrong doing he has ever done to me. The Survivor PPV that meant so much to me he eliminated me from. His Scottamission then caught me a few weeks later which forced me to get DQ'd instead of loss by submission. DQ is less humiliating than tapping out TRUST ME. I didn't want that to happen. But yes, I am happy to get my hands on Scotty soon.

Bole: About that fish head thing. What did you do about that?

Dale: As I said, I invited some Japanese friends over for sushi. Of course the friends were the makers of the PS3. I got a free one too. Not really that good. But hey, it's still better than the GameCube!

Bole(laugh talking): Well, that's good to know. Okay, now to tonight's match. You are in a match for the Television Title. How do you feel?

Dale: What have I told you time and time again about? DON'T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS.

Bole: Sorry.

Dale: It's okay. Try not to do it again. Now, I feel great. Excited mostly though. I faced a lot of people and been in alot of matches. This is the first that has something important up for grabs. The TV Title. A title is a title and having one would be great. If it is worth something like a title, I would put my body through the flames of hell to get it. Kolic might just have some competition coming his way. He better watch out.

Bole: I guess so. Next question. You said you would be showing Scotty your true submission power right? What are you planning on doing.

Dale: Well my part of the match will basically be all submission. But, I will have slams and stuff in there to weaken the opponent. I just want to display my power to Scotty. He will soon learn I am better than him on the mat.

Bole: Dale, will we be seeing that Bronx Blackout submission.

Dale: Well technically I shouldn't use that move. But I will if I have to. I WILL be using it in my match against Scotty for sure though. He has is Scottamission, I have my Bronx Blackout. When he feels the power of that move. He will be screwed!

Bole: Mighty enthusiastic aren't you?

Dale: I am if I have to be Bole.

Bole: Okay. Kolic is a much more experienced wrestler than you are. Think that will affect your chances of winning?

Dale: Let's put it this way. I am newer and more exciting. Kolic is more experienced, I know that, but he has yet to be in the ring with me. It's smarts versus fists. Don't the bullies ALWAYS beat the nerds? Well, that's not true. So, I gave a bad example. Oh well, Kolic still wont get the best of me!

Bole: Okay, anything you want to add before we shut down the interview?

Dale: Watch out Kolic, I am comin' for that title!

(Dale stands up, stretches, and walks off. The lights are shut off and everyone packs up. The scene fades.)

>>>

(Slim Jim Sullivan is standing backstage.)

Slim Jim: We're about to be joined by Vernon Vanderbilt for an exclusive interview. Here he
comes now.

(Vernon enters and stands beside Slim Jim.)

Slim Jim: Mr. Showtime...

Vernon: I'm going to stop you right there, Jim. The "Show" is over. "Mr. Showtime" is not my
name.

Slim Jim: Very well then. Vernon, first let me congratulate you on an impressive showing at last
week's Bedlam Bowl.

Vernon: Save your breath, little man. I'm not looking for @$$ kissing tonight.

Slim Jim: You really did put on a great show, though, and there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Vernon: I think I'll decide where my shame lies, Jim. Now get on with this interview before my
mind changes.

Slim Jim: Well, okay. So, tonight you are on the short end of a handicap match, taking on both
William Black AND Dreadnaught in a nunchuks match. What are your thoughts on this, and why did
you agree to it?

Vernon: I agreed to this match for several reasons, Jim. Number one, I made the challenge. I'm
the one that told William Black to choose any stipulations he wanted. I underestimated the depths
to which he'd sink to eke out a victory of any sort against me. I also accepted the match in
order to prove something to, if no one else, myself. I'm using tonight to demonstrate my new way
of handling things. Tonight, I'm going to be the embodiment of violence, and I'm going to stand
triumphant over these two men who would bring forth my destruction. For lo, they have aroused the
wrath of Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt...and no man shall stand against me that they do not soon
fall. William Black could have enlisted the whole BMWF as far as I'm concerned. The match would
still happen, and I would still win. This is fate, Jim.

Slim Jim: How do you mean?

Vernon: I am destined for greatness, Jim. Greatness in life, and greatness in the BMWF.
Consider the terror alert status for the BMWF upgraded to "HOLY *BLEEP*" because the beast has
awakened...and he's hungry.

Slim Jim: Hungry for gold?

Vernon: Absolutely.

Slim Jim: Whose gold?

Vernon: Doesn't matter. I'm going to go after whoever I need to in order to get the respect I
deserve around here. If I can't bring the mountain down, then dammit, I'm going to climb it.
Nothing and no one will stand between me and my future success in the BMWF...not William Black, or
Dreadnaught, or Prime Time, or the almighty Lowedown or the almightier BMWF Administration.
Hell's all around us, Jim, and it's begging to be raised. Complacency is for the weak. It's time
somebody shook things up around here, and who better than me?

Slim Jim: You may have a point there. I'm sure your fans will be behind you 100% in your
newfound aggression...perhaps.

Vernon: What makes you think I care? Let me tell you about the average fan, Jim. They shell out
their sixty bucks for a ticket to the show, they shell out another thirty of refreshments, another
fifty for souvenir t-shirts and action figures that fall apart when opened. The average fan is
nothing more than a breathing piggy bank, lined up to feed the corporate machine that is enslaving
them. I profit from this of course, so that makes me part of the problem. Good for me most of
them are too dim to realize they're being taken advantage of, otherwise I wouldn't be nearly so
wealthy as I am now. In short, Jim...I'm not a people person anymore. I'm a person person...and
that person is me.

Slim Jim: Those don't sound like particularly appreciative comments, Vernon.

Vernon: I'm not a particularly appreciative man right now, Jim. The only appreciation I have is
reserved for myself, my career...and those who assist me in my success. Whoever would try to take
it away from me...damn them. I've got more important things to worry about than popularity. If
people follow me, so be it. If they turn away, so be it. Love me or hate me, it makes no
difference. Just stay the hell out of my way.

Slim Jim: Okay then. Anything else to add?

Vernon: Everybody...prepare to...GET YOUR FEAR ON!

(Vernon exits.)

Slim Jim: A new outlook, apparently, for Vernon Vanderbilt. How will this translate in the ring?
Stay tuned to find out! On with the show!

FADE OUT

(The arena lights fade)
 
King: Every arena has the same problem,
I think it is a conspiracy!

JR: Stop with your conspiracy theories!
 
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 the Intercontinental title
over his shoulder)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE
LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with
finding the answer…
 
(Ezekiel rolls into the ring and takes a microphone)
 
Ezekiel: Back at Summer Slammed last summer
I won this title for the first then.  My path at that
stage had yet reached that step.  Though I fought
for a month with every ounce of Light, I could
not stop Hardcore Harry from regaining the belt
at Fallout the next month.  The unexpected Light
was once again driven back into the shadows. 
Thought at that time my journey had not reached
that level, things were soon about to change.  I
realised I had forgotten many lessons that I had
received in my travels.  It was time to open the mind. 
That started with the All American title a month later. 
Six weeks is a long time.  The six weeks following
Fallout saw a transition, ascendancy.  I realised my
own Truth.  That which I believe in.  I am not a preacher,
I am here to help you find your own Truth.  In Prime
Time I have made friends here.  The men and women
of this group are some of the finest individuals I have
met in my journey.  I hope that they resolve their issues
in a timely manner.
 
(Ezekiel pauses, then continues)
 
Ezekiel: At Bedlam on the 8th of November I captured
this belt for the second time.  And this time I had reached
a new tourney point in my journey, an open Highway
presented itself.  It was not that easy, as the road was
fraught with obstacles.  Most namely The Judge. 
One great competitor, over the five matches I may
have bettered him.  Look at him now however, off
to the Bruisermania main event.  I wish him all the
best.  Remember though, when you do capture the
World Title, I will come after you.  You seem to
have forgotten the Truth as of late.  I want to finish
with Tobey, yes I know you have been bursting to
hear your name since I came down here. Tobey, you
try so hard.  Sometimes it has paid of for you, this time
you made sure that will not happen.  You brutally
attacked me in an unforgivable manner, not once but
twice.  You made me fell an anger that I had buried
deep, and in doing so you wrote your own script for
defeat.  Tonight you have your third chance, you had
better make this one count.
 
(‘In The Shadows’ is heard over the P.A as Ezekiel
makes his way up to the back)
 
King: Who asked for his life story?
 
JR: Ezekiel is one tough young gun, he has made quite
an impact as of late here in the BMWF.
 
King: Yeah, but Tobey won’t want to lose three times
in a row!

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