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

JR: We're going backstage for an exclusive interview with the man who will be facing our World Champion at Bruisermania, The Judge!

(The camera cuts backstage where Slim Jim Sullivan is shown sitting on a plush leather couch inside the locker room of The Syndicate. Sitting across from him, wearing a suit and dark shades is The Judge.)

Slim: Judge, congratulations on winning the Elimination Chamber match last week!

Judge: Last week at the Bedlam Bowl, I proved that I was heads and tails above everyone else involved. I came into the match about halfway through and I eliminated both Mafioso and Vernon Vanderbilt. Then I went on and pinned William Black to earn my well deserved spot at Bruisermania. No thanks are needed from you Slim, it was my destiny to win that Chamber match.

Slim: As you have already mentioned, you will be facing World Champion Lowedown at Bruisermania. What are your feelings towards Lowedown?

Judge: Lowedown and I have been through a lot and we have a mutual respect towards each other, as you saw out there earlier tonight. I respect that Lowedown has held the title a record six times, and he respects me for accomplishing my goal of joining the elite in headlining a Bruisermania. Master Z, LoweDown, Dreadnaught, Maverick, Stone Cold Bruiser, The Rock, DDT, and my own mentor Scotty Scott. Each of those Bruisermania main-eventers either held the BMWF World title before Bruisermania or went on to win it. By winning the Elimination Chamber last week, I single-handedly pushed myself to main-event status in one night.

Slim: As you just said, there is an enormous amount of respect between you and Lowedown. Is this why he let you choose your own stipulation to the World title match earlier tonight?

Judge: Lowedown let me pick the stipulation to make me feel more comfortable with the match, so I decided to have the person who guided me to this level ref, and I had a tough decision to make between Scotty Scott and Ash. However seeing how Ash is Lowedown's half-brother and all, I thought Ash would serve me better.

Slim: Do you plan on using Ash's relationship with Lowedown to your advantage?

Judge: Ash is a great trainer, but he is Lowedown's half-brother and I'm not going to ignore that. With Ash being referee in our match, Lowedown will be very concerned with him and it will give me an advantage.

Slim: But what about Lowedown's stipulation? Do you have any idea what it will be?

Judge: I'm not sure what Lowedown has in mind, but I gurantee Bruisermania will be a not no one will ever forget. Slim, tonight marks the first day under the reign of The Judge, so LET THE ROAD TO BRUISERMANIA BEGIN!

(The camera cuts on a determined looking judge.)

>>>

(The scene opens to Paddy O'Brien walking backstage in
his ring attire, carrying his Irish flag with him.
He's heading for the entrance ramp, since his matchup
with Mafioso is next. Suddenly, a figure dashes into
the scene and delivers a clothesline to the back of
Paddy's head. This figure proceeds to snatch up the
flag and jam it into the small of Paddy's back several
times. Following this, the camera pans in, and the
figure is shown to be Ron "The Thinker" Johnson. Ron
begins to yell at Paddy, who appears to be favoring
his back.)

Ron: This one goes to all you idiots, you simpletons
who underestimate me because I have an average IQ.
This is the start of a new age, Paddy. An age of
intellect and reason is about to hit the BMWF, and
many are going to be sacrificed for the greater good.
Consider yourself lucky to be the first I make an
example of. But, don't expect the luck of your
ancestors to help you, because THE DOCTOR IS IN!!!

(Ron then lays a few boots into the back of Paddy's
head, and runs as BMWF security arrives on the scene.
EMT's also arrive to check on the battered Irishman as
Ron looks on in approval at his recent deed. The scene
then fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(The arena lights dim and the Irish flag appears
on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning To Ya’ by House
of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
(A hurt ‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the top of the
entrance ramp.  He is dressed in a tight black tank
top, with baggy white trousers.  He is slim build,
but with very well defined upper body, evidenced
by the tank top.  In one hand he carries the Irish
flag, the other a microphone)
 
Paddy: Cut the music!
 
(The music cuts abruptly, and Paddy continues in
a strong Irish drawl)
 
Paddy: Mafioso you are one of The Union jokers
aint you?  Well I got a word of advice for you guys,
keep yourselves to yourselves later on tonight in a
certain match.  That is of course if you know what’s
good for you guys.  Mafioso, I’m going to make you
remember your beating tonight.

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

Mafioso

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Mafioso and Paddy fighting back and forth,
Mafioso knocked outside.  Paddy off the ropes,
baseball slide knocks Mafioso down.  Paddy follows
out, lifts Mafioso and throws him into the ringpost
 
Paddy O'Brien nails Mafioso with Canadian backbreaker into turnbuckle.
A small "Paddy O'Brien" chant is being started.
Paddy O'Brien executes an Asai moonsault on Mafioso.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien complains about a slow count.
Paddy O'Brien locks Mafioso in a leg grapevine.
Mafioso is struggling to reach the ropes.
Mafioso inches his way towards the ropes after holding out for 13 seconds.
Paddy O'Brien nails Mafioso with a throat drop on top rope.
Paddy O'Brien covers Mafioso.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien nails Mafioso with a series of kicks to the leg.
Paddy O'Brien goes for a series of kicks to the leg, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso sends Paddy O'Brien into the turnbuckle.
Mafioso nails Paddy O'Brien with a spinebuster.
Mafioso goes for a pumphandle slam, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien punches Mafioso.
Paddy O'Brien hits Mafioso.
The crowd starts a "NO SHOW! NO SHOW!" chant.

JR: Paddy knocks Mafioso to the canvas.  Mafioso
backs to his feet, Paddy scoops onto his shoulder,
and charges into the turnbuckle, what a back breaker. 
Mafioso clutching at his back.
Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits throat punch on Mafioso.
The crowd is starting to get behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien
points to his downed opponent and says,"Is that Irish enough for ya?".
The crowd is starting to get behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien hits a dropkick from the second rope on Mafioso.
The chants for Paddy O'Brien are deafening.
 
JR: A punch to the throat by Paddy, Mafioso drops to
one knee.  Drop kick to the knee, Paddy being very
methodical here.  Paddy with Mafioso hooked up,
fisherman’s suplex, the ref down for the count.
 
Referee: One… Two… Three!!

JR: The chants for Paddy O'Brien are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Paddy O'Brien!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by PJ Sykes...
From Novosybirsk, Syberia...
Weighing in at 280 pounds...

Vlad

His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jennifer Nardelli...
Fighting out of Trenton, NJ...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ronald "The Thinker" Johnson


They lock up.
Ronald Johnson chops Vlad.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ronald Johnson.
Ronald Johnson punches Vlad.
Ronald Johnson almost takes Vlad's head off with a flying clothesline
A small "Ronald Johnson" chant is being started.
Ronald Johnson climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Vlad nails him in the stomach.
Ronald Johnson falls onto the top turnbuckle.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Vlad executes a top-rope Frankensteiner on Ronald Johnson.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Vlad locks Ronald Johnson in the torture rack.
Ronald Johnson breaks the hold after 6 seconds.
Ronald Johnson throws Vlad out of the ring.
Ronald Johnson goes outside.
Dear Bruiser,

I had already sent in my RPs when I was elected to be the one to send in this... so here it is:

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(The camera cuts to The Syndicate Locker Room. Donnie MacPhearson clears his throat and the others look at him.)

Donnie: Look. We need to talk about a few things. I didn't want to bring this up last week, at the PPV, with so much riding on the line, but we can't let things keep on the way they are.

(The rest of the Syndicate exchange looks, but don't comment.)

Donnie: Right now, the Syndicate is having problems. We're not reaching our potential. The Syndicate is comprised of four of the most talented wrestlers in the fed, but nothing is really being accomplished.

Judge: Donnie, I think you're forgetting something really important. It was a Syndicate member who won the Elimination Chamber last week. It is a Syndicate member going on to Bruisermania to face Lowedown for the World title, not a Prime Time member, not a Family member, and certainly not a Union member! I won the Elimination Chamber last week and that just shows a piece of the talent The Syndicate has!

Donnie: (holds up a hand) Yes, you did. And, trust me, no one here has forgotten that. But, at the moment, the Syndicate isn't much more than four guys who share a locker room. Prime Time, that group of misfits and glory hounds, is looking stronger and more united than us!

Scotty: But the Prime Time stable is no where as strong as we are. This Syndicate is beyond the shadow of a doubt the strongest stable in the BMWF taday.

Donnie: Think back two weeks. Prime Time put a beating on Spoon, they nearly killed him for pity's sake. And, it wasn't just Tamer- Vernon and Ezekiel were right there at his side. And the Syndicate response? The Syndicate should have made it clear that actions like that will not be tolerated. But, instead, the Syndicate's response was... Nothing.

Witherspoon: I can handle Tamer.

Donnie: That's not the point. Not only did Prime Time get you, Spoon, they took out Black and Miliken, as well. They look like a strong, focused group- a force to be reckoned with. And the Syndicate?

Judge: A Syndicate member won what will sure to be a Match of the Year Donnie!

Donnie: Judge, you winning the Elimination Chamber.... I haven't had a chance to congratulate you, so, I'd like to do it now. Really, Congratulations. That was an amazing match and you deserved to walk out the winner.

Judge: Thank you Donnie.

Donnie: Now is your chance. You have a guaranteed shot at the World Title at Bruisermania. But, that's all you've got. A shot. If you don't stay sharp, stay focused, you'll walk out of Bruisermania the same way Witherspoon walked out of Bedlam Bowl- without the gold.

Witherspoon: I'm not sure I like the way you put that.

Donnie: Witherspoon, last week, you lost your title. Yes, it was a brutal match, but you excel at brutal. And, yes, Tobey Miliken interfered, but you should have been ready for him. A few weeks ago, I think you would have been. What were you thinking about last week?

Scotty: Spoon!!!! Ya been thinkin' too much 'bout Dizi!!! What have I told ya 'bout thinkin' 'bout dames while ya got a title on the line? Neva put a woman before yer title!!!

Donnie: That may be true...

Scotty: It is true Donnie... Come ta think 'bout it, Donnie, yer attention has been focused on yer sister more than the good of the Syndicate. Look no futha than yer match last week. Ya know the one 'gainst Clancy. Look how much time I spent on ya trainin' ya for that match... Look at how much ya wanted it.... Look at how badly ya wanted ta win. Rememba before Bedlam Bowl, how much time we spent in the desert?

Donnie: Scotty, you're absolutely right. I should have never let things get that out of hand. Dizi is my responsibility, a personal one, that shouldn't affect the group. But, I did let it get in the way of Syndicate business. But, I'm not going to let my taking care of her interfere in Syndicate business again. I am aware of that problem and I am going to take care of it. It's important that you and Ash start to deal with your problems.

Ash: Hey Donnie, we know you’re on the ball and everything, but how about wrapping this up so we can get something done around here.

Donnie: No offense, Ash, but you and Scotty are squabbling like toddlers. When you two aren't bickering, Scotty is playing games with Dale Anderson. Dale Anderson! Who the *bleep* is he? He's nobody. But, Scotty's choosing to focus his attention on this nobody rather than on the good of the Syndicate.

Scotty: LOOK HERE DONNIE!!!! NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TA DO!!!! I DO WHAT I WANT TA WHO I WANT ANY TIME I WANT!!!!!! AND IF I CHOOSE TA RUIN THE CAREER OF SOME SNOT NOSED PUNK THEN SO BE IT!!!!!

Donnie: Scotty, you're one of the best there is, but you need to take a step back and look around. The Syndicate lacks direction. It lacks goals and motiviation. If we don't get our game together, we're going to be nothing in this federation. I joined The Syndicate because of the potential for greatness, but that's being squandered right now.

(Donnie looks around at the group and shakes his head.)

Donnie: If we don't get this group working together, we're done.

Scotty: When I started gatherin' the boys tagetha... I had all the intentions of makin' this a strong group... I had the intentions of makin' the BMWF sit up and pay attention.... What happened? Everybody and their brotha... No offense Ash... Got a stable tagetha.... I thought this thin' before Lowedown did his thin'... Before Prime Time made their return.... Before Harry thought 'bout the New Union... It was us.... I want us ta take advanatage of what we got.... We got the World Tag Team titles... We got the man who will not only headline Bruisermania... But will become the new World champin...

Spoon: You know as much as I’d like to write off everything that Donnie is saying, he’s got a point.

Donnie: The first issue that needs to be addressed is our getting beaten down by others and not retaliating. For instance, two weeks ago when Prime Time attacked Witherspoon, one of our own, and nothing was done about it. Or, last week, when our celebration for the Judge's win was interrupted by Lowedown leading Dozer, Ryushi Fujita and Flame in an attack on the Syndicate.

Judge: Guys about that, let's hold off on returning Lowedown's favor for a while. You saw how Lowedown invited me out to the ring earlier, he even apologized about the attack. So I say this week we let the peace offering stand, but next week is fair game.

(Donnie pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and glances at it.)

Donnie: Tonight's matches are Witherspoon taking on Tamer and the rest of you, Scotty, Ash and the Judge in a triple tag team event against Lowedown, Black and Fujita.  It's time to make it clear that any attack on any Syndicate member will be met with severe retaliation. (looks at the Judge) But, for you, we'll lay off Lowedown. For now.

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

(The lights turn an icy blue, as the Bruisertron shows a black haired girl crying blood. The picture stays for a few seconds, then turns into what looks like a lunar eclipse.)

P.A.: Walk with me... Between Worlds...

(Bullet the Blue Sky by P.O.D immediatly blares out of the speaker as Kevin Storm enters from behind the curtain. The Bruisertron starts playing a video package as Kevin walks down the ramp.)

Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Kevin enters the ring, and stands in the middle. Kevin lifts a fist in the air, as blue pyrotechnics blast from the four ringposts. Kevin lowers his fist. He asks for a microphone, and after getting one, speaks)

Kevin: GREETINGS, BETHLEHEM, PENNSLYVANIA!

(The crowd cheers at the mention of the city)

Kevin: Now last week, I beat Paddy O' Brian. Who want's me to continue that win streak?

(The crowd cheers again)

Kevin: That's right. Now, my next opponent, Shane Perish, is a member of something called "The Union".

(The crowds boo)

Kevin: Yeah, I don't like them either. Now, I don't have any beef with this guy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to win. Infact, tonight, It will be Shane's turn to perish!

(The crowd cheers.)

Kevin: It's time, Shane! Walk with me...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

LILLY: His opponent...
From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(As Storm and Perish are just beginning their match, everyone is taken
off guard as "Lying From You" by Linkin Park hits up over the PA.)

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

JR: Oh, what's this all about. What's he doing out here?

KING: Looks to me like we're gonna get a visit from the Hardcore
Champion! I'm excited, aren't yuo excited?

JR: Yeah. Thrilled.

(Alexei Romanov steps out on the stage, Hardcore Title over his
shoulder, and approaches the ring, moving around it to take a seat
beside JR and the King. Alexei puts on a headset and lays his Hardcore
Title beside the King's crown on the table.)

ALEXEI: JR, King. How are you two gentlemen doing this evening?

JR: Just fine. What brings you out here?

KING: Hey, show some manners! It's great to have you out here, champ!

ALEXEI: I appreciate it, King, but JR has a good question. I'm out
here because, like a wise warrior, one needs to always be aware of
their opponent. I'm just here to see how Mr. Storm fares against Shane
Perish tonight. Should be a good match, don't you think?

KING: It'd be better if it was *you* kicking Kevin Storm's carcass
around that ring, but I'll accept Perish doing it!

JR: Well, as long as you're just here to watch, I can't see the harm in that.

ALEXEI: Hey, I don't need to interfere. What would interfering in this
match gain me? I need to see how Storm operates against different
opponents. My mere presence here is just... a bonus factor.

KING: Yeah, JR! A bonus!

JR: Right. Well, back to the match, huh?

Shane Perish hoists Kevin Storm high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Kevin Storm crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish nails Kevin Storm with a gutbuster.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish hits a superkick on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish uses a backbreaker on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish executes neckbreaker on Kevin Storm.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish executes a brainbuster on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish goes for a gutbuster, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a front-layout suplex.
Kevin Storm executes a Yakuza kick on Shane Perish.
Kevin Storm executes a flying spinning leg lariat on Shane Perish.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm executes an armdrag takedown on Shane Perish.
Kevin Storm smacks Shane Perish with a devastating clothesline .
Kevin Storm hits Shane Perish with a Yakuza kick.
Kevin Storm covers Shane Perish.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kevin Storm runs into the ropes.
Kevin Storm misses with a clothesline.
Kevin Storm misses with a shoulderblock.
Kevin Storm misses with an elbow.
Kevin Storm misses with an elbow.
Kevin Storm goes for a Yakuza kick, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish hits neckbreaker on Kevin Storm.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish executes reverse suplex on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish goes for a backdrop, but Kevin Storm blocks it.
Kevin Storm uses a Yakuza kick on Shane Perish.
Kevin Storm goes for a vertical suplex, but Shane Perish reverses it.
Shane Perish is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
In turn, Kevin Storm counters it with a slidedown.
Kevin Storm goes for cresent kick, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish nails Kevin Storm with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish executes a spinebuster on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish uses a brainbuster on Kevin Storm.
A fan at ringside badmouths Shane Perish.
Shane Perish is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Kevin Storm.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Shane Perish almost takes Kevin Storm's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish misses with a kick.
Shane Perish hits Kevin Storm with a kick.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Kevin Storm with a kick.
Shane Perish whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Kevin Storm hits Shane Perish with a kick.
Kevin Storm hits Shane Perish with an armdrag takedown.
Kevin Storm goes for a kick to the midsection, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Shane Perish executes a spinebuster on Kevin Storm.
The crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Kevin Storm nails him with a Backdrop Piledriver.
Kevin Storm executes the Between Worlds on Shane Perish.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kevin Storm.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Tamer is standing in the middle of his locker room. Tamer is in his wrestling gear and has his sunglasses on.)

Tamer: The Bedlam Bowl… is over. It’s that simple. Some new champions were crowned. It was a night of pure competition. Some of the best battles were fought. But the night is over… And we must move on. I must move on. I am no longer a champion and I am not the number one contender. How important is that? I’m not really sure… I mean there are champions who are forgotten. Yet the real ones… the true fighters are forever remembered. Not for the gold, but for the matches, the reign that they have. My reign could be considered short. I don’t care but I do hope some consider it… great. It was for the people…

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: Now it’s over. And although it was short it felt longer. But its over and done. So I move on. I have no gold to chase. For the gold I desire has a contender. Truthfully right now. It has come down to the one thing I was inevitably focusing on anyway. Danielle… I miss her. I mean I know I’ve said it. But words can’t even illustrate my feelings… There’s this void… This emptiness…

(Tamer takes a deep breath.)

Tamer: Tonight I get to step in the ring with Witherspoon. What can I say about him? He’s the worst person. The type of guy I can’t stand. Figures he’s currently the one closest to the girl I love. We’ve been lashing out at each other. Backstage assaults and mind games. Why not a one-on-one match? This is our profession. We are pro wrestlers, competitors. I want to test my self against you. I have this urge. This dark desire to defeat you, to be able to look at you and say I won… Tonight it is nothing but personal. Its there for the fans, but that’s not what I’ll be thinking about, It’s not a quest for gold, Witherspoon no longer has any, It’s a vendetta…And Witherspoon should…

(Tamer clears his throat and removes his sunglasses starring deep into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

FADE

LILLY: This contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first...
Fighting out of Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...
Tamer

(The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. Red and Blue lights begin to flash as “Stop looking/Start seeing” by Papa Roach begins to play over the PA system. Tamer steps out from behind the curtain standing at the top of the ramp. Tamer rolls his neck and look out at the arena. Tamer begins making his way down the ramp. Tamer slaps the fans hands as he makes his way down the ramp. Tamer slides in the ring and hops up. Tamer pounds on his chest then points to all the fans.)

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

JR: Wait a minute! Someone is coming down to the ring!

KING: Who is that?

JR: That's Master Z! What is he doing out here during this match?

(Master Z slowly walks down to the ring and then begins to pace back and forth.)

JR: Master Z is watchint these two combatants in the ring! But why?

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Witherspoon whips Tamer into the ropes, but Tamer reverses it.
Witherspoon goes for an ax kick, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon goes for big boot to face, but Tamer ducks out of the way.
Tamer hits Witherspoon with a falcon arrow.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tamer throws Witherspoon out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Witherspoon reenters the ring.
Tamer hoists Witherspoon high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Witherspo
on crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer whips Witherspoon into the ropes.
Witherspoon misses with a clothesline.
Tamer takes Witherspoon down with a bulldog.
A small "Tamer" chant is being started.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Tamer goes for a falcon arrow, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon hits a German suplex on Tamer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon goes for a hangman, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer hoists Witherspoon high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Witherspo
on crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer punches Witherspoon.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tamer.
Witherspoon chops Tamer.
Tamer punches Witherspoon.
A small "Tamer" chant is being started.
Witherspoon punches Tamer.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Witherspoon chops Tamer.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Witherspoon uses haymaker on Tamer.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Tamer executes a bulldog on Witherspoon.
Tamer executes the The Whip on Witherspoon.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tamer.
Tamer goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
A small "Tamer" chant is being started.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tamer!

JR: Master Z has turned and is now walking out of here!

KING: I'm disappointed! I thought someone was going to get beaten down!

JR: Master Z has left ringside without saying a word! I guess we'll have to wait to see what his motives were!

>>>

(William Black and Spirit are backstage, but they're not in a locker room. Black has his wrestling gear on, while Spirit is still wearing the dress she had on. William Black is holding a cup of coffee and sorting through some jelly donuts. Ash just happens to be nearby enjoying some of his own quiet time. Spirit and Black snicker, making a comment among themselves. Ash stops for a second and looks at the two.)
BLACK: Hey Ashley. Good to see that piledriver through a table a few months back didn't put you out of business.
(Spirit chuckles, while Ash takes a menacing step closer.)
Ash: Keep laughing Black. Must be reassuring to know that the only reason you made it to the finals in a match is because your leader was the guest ref. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to know you’d be the first eliminated if it wasn’t for my half-brother. I couldn’t care less about you or your banter right now, so why don’t you let me bend over and you can shine by belt if you get my drift.
BLACK: Bla bla bla... Tag team champions this and that... You still got stomped in the Elimination Chamber by yours truly. We all know the Tag division is full of paper compeition... but yanno, it's fitting, because you and Scotty... you're both paper champions.
Ash: That’s a lot of big talk from somebody who’s too scared to step into the ring with a tag partner. You know you’re really just an opportunist Black, talking big about everyone and everything, but when it comes down to it you don’t have what it takes to get the job done. I mean when did you last hold a belt… oh yeah that’s right.
(Black steps up to Ash, meeting him halfway.)

BLACK: Oh... you think I like to run my mouth? Well do something about it, BLEEP.
SPIRIT: For real... You and the Syndicate... big deal. Judge has more talent and skill in his left hand then you and Scotty both.
(The two snicker.)
Ash: Control your skirt Black before I have to give it beating that you should have given it a long time ago. It’s pretty simple that despite your pull around here you never seem to be able to get the job done. That’s why we aren’t really worried about tonight, we know you’ll choke when it’s on the line.
BLACK: Yeah... we'll see. Tonight, the Family is gonna tear you apart.
Ash: You know, you’re really getting on my nerves. You want to settle this right now?

(As Ash and Black continue to trash each other, a door nearby opens up. Dreadnaught appears and storms on over. Immediately William Black and Ash stop their bickering as Dreadnaught is seen getting in between the two.)

Dreadnaught: It’s good to know I ain’t the only cat getting held back tonight!

(Dreadnaught stares at Ash.)

Dreadnaught: Ash, why don’t you save it for tonight? You got this fool right in the middle of the ring! And, if anybody is gonna knock his (BLEEP) out tonight, it’s gonna be me!

(Ash stops fighting, looks over at dread and walks out of the room. Black turns around to find himself and Dread are face to face.)

Dreadnaught: Hey Black, I still ain’t decided about tonight yet, but let’s just say I got a huge party to go to, and I may be watching Vernon tear you apart from there!

(Dreadnaught smirks before starting to walk out of the room.)

Black: Why, Dread? You too much of a punk to fight Vernon in a handicapped match?

(Dreadnaught pauses and turns around.)

Dreadnaught: You know I came to bring the pain! And just for that comment there, I will be in the match! Now whether I am your partner, or destroyer, that is another story! And as far as I am concerned, after saving you from Ash, you owe me one! Check you later!

(Dreadnaught quickly turns and walks out of the room.)

>>>

(Kolic is shown in his locker room, deep in thought, holding the TV Title in
his lap. Suddenly, Vernon Vanderbilt walks in.)

Vernon: Greetings. What are you thinking about?

Kolic: Not much, mentally preparing for my match tonight.

Vernon: Indeed. My most sincere congratulations on your title victory at
the Bedlam Bowl. You
were quite...impressive.

Kolic: Thanks, but I can't help but regret what I did last Monday.

Vernon: What on earth could possibly have been regrettable about Monday? You
did everything
right, Kolic.

Kolic: You saw how badly I hurt Witherspoon. You may have enjoyed it, but I
didn't. At least, not
afterward.

Vernon: Listen, last Monday night, you won gold. You destroyed the
opposition, Kolic. Those men had the same thing in mind for you. You need
to realize that you did what any man in your
position would have done. You did what you had to do to assure victory.

Kolic: I didn't need to do that. I think I could have won without busting
Witherspoon open. I'm having trouble getting over that.

Vernon: We cannot change our pasts. We can only alter our presents. It is
our futures...that are completely open to all possibilities. What's done is
done...so don't sweat it. It means nothing.

Kolic: You know...you're right. I shouldn't spend my time overanalyzing
every mistake I've made; Lord knows I'll make plenty more. I should learn
from it and get on with my life. Thanks man.

Vernon: Always here to help. Good luck with your match tonight. May the
best man win.

Kolic: Thanks, you too. (Vernon walks out, and the camera focuses on Kolic)

Kolic: This title is mine no matter what; it's time to prove I earned it.

(Kolic walks out of the locker room as the camera fades)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Kolic

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

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

(The same riff and drums sound)

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

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause, wearing the TV Title around his waist. He runs down to
the ring and slides under the ropes. He hands his title to the ref and waits
for the match to start.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Dale Anderson whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic hits Dale Anderson with a shoulderblock.
Kolic nails Dale Anderson with a Russian legsweep.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Kolic goes for a 619, but Dale Anderson blocks it.

Kolic lifts Dale and bounces off the ropes he goes for another Binary Blast but his foot is caught and Kolic is tripped over by Dale. Dale then sits on Kolics chest and starts beating the hell out of his face. Dale hears the ref count to 4 and stops. Dale gets up and drives a knee into the injured Kolic's Solarplex.

King: Dale sure is showing a mean fight in him.

JR: Kolic is getting up. He puts Dale into a headlock but on the rebound he is powerslammed.

Ref: One, kickout!

JR: Dale is sure showing his fighting spirit tonight! Dale with a knee dropped onto the chest of Kolic.

King: Dale to the ropes. He drives the elbow into the sternum of Kolic!

Kolic rolls over and tries to climb up. Kolic gets a toe kick to the rib cage as he tries to get up. He flips back onto his back and Dale locks in an armbar. Kolic is in pain and tries to break the hold. He is unsucessful.

King: Dale has that locked in just right. Maybe that training paid off?

JR: Possibly, or maybe he bot lucky.

Kolic reaches for the ropes. He reaches as he moves closer. Dale sees that Kolic is tryin to get to the ropes and rolls both him and Kolic over the get away for them. Kolic tries to fight free again. He is yet again unsucessful. Dale releases the hold after holding it in for a good minute or so. He out-stretches the arm and stomps in the jointed area. He does the stomping joint thing a couple more times then lifts up Kolic. Kolic fights from Dale and gives Dale a right. He runs towards the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Dale counters with a keylock submission into the injured arm.

King: The same arm! Dale is trying to immobilize the arm!

JR: Kolic has fallen to a knee. He is in extreme pain. Dale releases the hold again. He gives Kolic a dropkick to the back of the head. Kolic falls face first to the mat.

Kolic is laying down and Dale locks in a single leg boston crab. Kolic tries to fight the pain and inches his way to the ropes. Dale sees that kolic is near the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. Kolic screams in pain as he tries to fight tapping.

King: Now to immobilize the leg.

JR: That is actually smart. If he immobilizes the leg he has a chance of stopping the Binary Blast from happening anymore.

Kolic makes it to the ropes and grabs them. The ref pulls Dale off of Kolic. Kolic tries to get up by pulling himself up by the ropes but gets a knee to the back and flies out of the ring. His head hits the floor first. Dale climbs to the top rope and does a swan dive onto the laying Kolic. Dale lifts Kolic and whips into the ring steps. Kolic screams in pain as he holds his shoulder in pain. Dale rolls Kolic into the ring and locks in another armbar. Kolic Fights tapping and after a few seconds Dale let's go. He decides to take a small rest.

Dale Anderson uses a DDT on Kolic.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson executes a double underhook suplex on Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson hits Kolic with a DDT.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott comes to ringside.
Dale Anderson hits Kolic with the Dragon Ray.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Kolic with a clothesline.
Dale Anderson executes flying headscissors on Kolic.

King:Dale is tearing apart kolic with lefts and rights right now. Dale lifts up Kolic and Dropkicks him in the forehead. Kolics head begins to bleed.

JR: Well, Kolic split open by Dale's foot.

Kolic is placed into a leg scissors to the arm. Kolic screams in pain and tries to get out.

King: This one placed in perfectly too. I am really thinking that training Dale went through was worth it.

JR: Dale is putting more pressure on the arm.

Kolic lifts his hand to tap but instead swings and punches Dale's leg continuosly. Dale let's go and stomps on the arm. Dale locks in a full nelson to Kolic. Kolic begins to fade. Kolic after 34 seconds starts to show life. Dale's name is being chanted. Kolic tries to fight out and gets to a knee. He then gets on his feet and knee Dale in the gut. Dale lets go and clotheslines Kolic back down. Dale locks in a twisting arm hold. He then does a handstand and drives his knees into the arm.

King: Kolic's arm must be killing him!

JR: Yes it must be. Could this be a bad match for Kolic?

Dale Anderson throws Kolic out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, Kolic reenters the ring.
Dale Anderson hits an enzuigiri on Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson throws Kolic out of the ring.
Dale Anderson goes through the ropes.
Dale Anderson takes Kolic down with flying headscissors.
Dale Anderson throws Kolic back into the ring.
Dale Anderson has Kolic by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off with a t
remendous Tornado DDT!
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Dale Anderson places Kolic on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes the Bronx Buster on Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Kolic goes for a hurricanrana, but Dale Anderson counters it with a piledriver.
Dale Anderson hits an Exploder on Kolic.

Kolic gets angry and lifts Dale up he goes for a final Binary Blast but Dale ducks under and locks in a rear naked choke. He then slams Kolic back of head first into the ground. Kolic grabs his head in pain. Dale locks in another armbar onto the same injured arm. Kolic tries to break out but can't.

King: I don't know if it's locked in perfectly or if he's too injured to get out of dodge.

JR: Dale puts pressure, AT THIS RATE HE WILL DISLOCATE THE WHOLE ARM!

Dale releases the hold and goes for the legs. He gives Kolic an indian deathlock. Kolic screams as it is his injured leg getting it. Dale lifts up Kolic and gives him a suplex. Dale lifts up Kolic again and gives him a pendulum backbreaker. Kolic is lifted once more and whipped into the ropes. On the rebound Dale locks Kolic into a sleeper. Dale then jumps up and locks his legs around Kolics waist. Dale increases the pressure.

JR: Kolic is fading away. Dale is doing all he can to win the match.

King: Dale is being persistant in winning this match. he does NOT want to fail! He could win by knockout.

The ref lifts Kolics arm, it drops. He lifts it again, it drops. One last time, it nearly drops all the way but Kolic fights it. Kolic tries to battle out and after about a minute he succeeds. Dale is elbowed into the gut three times. Kolic tries to run to the ropes but Dale catches him by the shoulders and yanks him down. Dale lifts Kolic up and throws him into the turnbuckle. Dale walks over and lifts him to the top of it and signals for it. He grabs Kolic and gives him the Bronx Buster.

JR: That move torques the body. IT could be all over.

King: Dale is lifting Kolic up. Shouldn't he be pinning?

JR: Dale doesn't seem to want to.

Dale lifts Kolic in the air.

JR: Dale showing tremedous strength.

Dale walks to the ropes and throws Kolic over the top ropes and gut first to the Barrier. Kolic slides off holding his injured abdomen and possibly broken ribs.

King: I did not expect that to happen one bit.

JR: Kolic might possibly have a crushed rib cage. Kolic is getting torn apart.

Dale exits the ring and grabs Kolic. He picks him up and slams Kolics knee against the barrier. He then lifts Kolic up again and slams the injured arm across the barrier. Dale grabs Kolic and throws him into the ring. Dale slides in and locks in the arm between the legs. The elbow into the back of Kolics head and the leg.

King: I don't think that move should be used!

JR: The Bronx BlackOut! It could be all over!

The ref slides down and checks Kolic to see if he is okay. Kolic tries not to tap.

King: Oh no, fight it Kolic Fight it!

JR: After that damage being done to the locked in arm and the locked in leg from previous tonight. He might have no choice but to tap.

Scotty Scott comes to ringside.
Scotty Scott enters the ring and hits Dale Anderson in the back with a chair.
Jack Slone disqualifies Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dale Anderson!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera fades  in to show Hardcore Harry pacing back and fourth
somewhere outside the arena near the fire exit door. The door opens and
Mafioso and Tobey Miliken come walking out)

Tobey: You wanted to talk to us boss?

Harry: Yeah, glad you came out here... Shane doesn't know where you are does
he?

Mafioso: I don't think so, why?

Harry: Good. I wanted to tell you boys something about Shane. He has been
talking about you guys behind your back, he keeps telling me how much of a
mistake it was to bring both of you into the Union. Personally I think he is
crazy because you two bring a presence to a stable like none other!

Mafioso: Thanks.

Tobey: Is that all he said?

Harry: He said he wants you to lose that title because you don't deserve it,
I couldn't believe that myself.

Tobey: That's it! I am going to give him a piece of my mind!

(Tobey turns and opens the door to go back in but Harry stops him)

Harry: Tobey wait up, I have an idea, for both of you boys to get even..

(Tobey stops)

Tobey: I'm listening.

(A sadistic grin appears on Harry's face)

Harry: Perfect.. okay, this is what you boys are gonna do...

(The camera begins to fade before anything else can be heard)

Fade..

>>>

JR: Dreadnaught is standing by with Michael Bole.
 
(Dreadnaught is shown standing in the hallway with Bole next to him. Dreadnaught is in his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey and baggy jeans. He has a BMWF dew rag on and dark sunglasses. He pauses as Bole begins to speak.)
 
Bole: Last week Dreadnaught, you were very upset with how things went at Bedlam Bowl!
 
Dreadnaught: Well, it seems like you got some classes in smart this week Bole! Yeah, things didn’t go quite as planed there! I was supposed to make my triumphant return to the Main Event at Bruisermania, but instead, I was screwed out of that opportunity by two people I trusted. Lowedown and Black. I thought these men had my back, but what happened was even beyond my wildest dreams! It just showed me how truly ugly the streets can be. Those two bright me straight back to my roots, when I trusted no one, and went after just one thing! And that one thing is gold! It is no secret that Black wants me to take him to the Tag Team straps, but frankly, I don’t know that I can trust him!  
 
Bole: Speaking of which, you two are facing Vernon in a handicapped match tonight, and nunchucks are legal!
 
Dreadnaught: As much I would like to bash Vernon’s face in, I don’t know that I am up for it tonight! Yeah, you know I like to win, and I love to hurt people, but this thing with Black has gone far beyond that! He has stepped on the Thug’s toes, and that ain’t a good position to be in! Yeah, I don’t like Vernon. He is a little flashy for me! But, so what that he likes to wear sequins and tight shirts! That is what makes the man happy!
 
Bole: And what makes you happy?
 
Dreadnaught: Happiness comes from many places. Going home to South Central! Seeing the faces of people who never believed I would be a champion. And the blood of my opponents on my knuckles! There will be blood shed tonight! Tonight, things will get messy. And that is exactly the way that Lowe and Black have made my life!
 
Bole: So, I want to ask you, are you going to attack Vernon or Black tonight?
 
Dreadnaught: I am still weighing my options…
 
Bole: Options? The match is next!
 
Dreadnaught: Yeah, I guess I am going to play it as I go! But, one thing is for sure! Tonight, someone is going to get hurt, real bad!
 
(A clang is heard as Dreadnaught lifts an aluminum baseball bat from the floor to over his shoulder.)
 
Bole: That isn’t legal in your match against Vernon!
 
Dreadnaught: Who said I was going to use it in the match?
 
(Dreadnaught smirks into the camera and then begins to walk down the hall.)
 
JR: Something tells me someone is going to get the wrong end of that bat!

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

At a total combined weight of 514 pounds...
From South Central L.A.... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Dreadnaught

PA: IT’S ALMOST OVER NOW…ALMOST OVER NOW!
 
(“Rockstar” by NERD begins to blast through the arena as lights of various colors splash on the entry way. Many images of the career of Dreadnaught show on the Bruisertron. A small string of explosions go from the middle of the arena and go straight for the entryway. The explosions land on the stage and small mushroom clouds form on the stage. These lift into the air and smoke fills the stage. A light shines form the back of the stage and the shadow of Dreadnaught can be seen.)
 
JR: The Thug is here, and he certainly isn’t happy about what happened at Bedlam Bowl!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught standing on the edge of the stage with the baseball bat in his hand. He swings it over his left shoulder and pulls his dew rag off with his other hand. He tosses it out to the fans before charging down to the ring. Dreadnaught leans the bat against the fan barricade before sliding under the bottom rope. Dreadnaught stands on the second turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd.)
 
King: Dreadnaught may just try to hit a homerun with that bat tonight!
 
JR: But who is going to get it, Lowedown, Black, or Vernon?
 
King: I hope it’s Vern!

(The lights dim out, allowing the blacklights to take over and pulse as the eerie bassline to Tool's Swamp Song blares over the PA.)

My Warning......

Meant Nothing.......

You're Dancing......

In Quicksand.....

(As soon as the lyrics hit, William Black and Spirit appear on the entrance ramp. Both strut their way down to the ring.)

Introducing, from Phoenix Arizona

Weighing in a 269lbs.

And accompanied to the ring by Spirit

William Black

LILLY:Their opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

("Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" by A Perfect Circle starts to play.
All the lights go out except for a single, blue spotlight at the top of the ramp. More blue
spotlights start to turn on and join the first. The Bruisertron flashes the words "The Show Is
Over!...Get Your Fear On!" The spotlights start flashing, strobe style, then go completely out.
A moment's pause, then a massive, red, pyrotechnic explosion! Out steps Vernon Vanderbilt! He's
wearing a black and red ensemble, topped off with his black sunglasses and a red, plastic
trenchcoat. Mr. Beauregarde walks hesitantly behind him.)


P.A.: Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a *BLEEP* about you, like I do.

Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

(Vernon is stolid as he walks to the ring. He does not acknowledge the fans on his way down. He
is the very picture of focus, obviously only interested in business.)

I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

(He reaches the ring as the music fades. He grabs a mic before entering the ring.)

Vernon: Lilly, the name is not "Showtime!" Don't you know anything about the talent? Or are you
too busy trying to ignite your nonexistent music career? I've heard better singing in the showers
at the Y on a Sunday night. It's Vernon..."Violence"...Vanderbilt! Anyway, they tell me this
state is full of losers! (crowd boos) I guess this...Super Bowl...thing happened yesterday, and
the Phillies didn't win. (crowd boos louder) Now, I don't really concern myself with any
barbaric practices I'm not personally engaging in, so I didn't watch this...Super Bowl. From what
I've heard, though, not a single home run was scored by the Pennsylvanian team. (still more boos)
And furthermore, they didn't get a single out! (even more boos) And tonight, the team of
Wiilliam Black and Dreadnaught is going to join them in defeat. I'm the underdog here, folks.
I'm the one that everyone is trying to get rid of. I'm the threat, people. I'm the man who is
poised to run rampant, to take this federation by storm and soon, all too soon for the powers that
be, I will claim the zenith in the name of Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt. So Black,
Dread...prepare to...GET YOUR FEAR ON!

(He tosses the mic out of the ring and heads to his corner, awaiting the bell.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(William Black hooks up with Mr. Showtime and then throws him into the ropes. When Vernon bounces off the ropes, Black picks him up and then spins him around planting him on the mat with a Tilt-a-Whirl Piledriver. Cover gets two. With Vernon down on the mat, Black leaps into the air and comes down with a Fist Drop.)

JR: Showtime battles back to his feet. Mr. Showtime off the ropes... Flying Cross Body--Now wait, Black caught him in mid air.

(After catching Mr. Showtime, Black carries him to the middle of the ring and then throws him over his shoulders with a Fallaway Slam, carrying it over into a bridge.)

JR: Beautiful Fallaway Slam. Black floats over into a Bridge. One! Two! Thr--Last second kick out!

(Frustrated by the lack of a pinfall, Black tags out to Dreadnaught.)

 
JR: Dreadnaught hasn’t been too involved in this match!
 
King: He doesn’t think he can trust Black!
 
JR: Dreadnaught tags in and rushes at Vernon.
Dreadnaught spears Vernon to the mat and connects with many fists to his face.
Dreadnaught taunts Vernon as the ref checks on him.
Dreadnaught walks down and connects with several boots to the face of Vernon.
 
King: Dreadnaught is yelling at Black!
 
(The camera zooms in as Dreadnaught screams at Black.)
 
JR: These two are not working well as a team!
Dreadnaught pulls Vernon off of the mat and hooks him.
Dreadnaught drops Vernon down with a suplex.
 
King: Vernon is getting manhandled!
 
JR: Dreadnaught is screaming at Vernon again!
 
(The camera zooms in on the face of Dreadnaught. He points at Black and screams “Give me the chucks!”)
 
JR: Black tosses the nunchucks in to Dreadnaught.
 
(Dreadnaught attempts to swing the chucks around his body but fails miserably.)
 
King: Black may have made a mistake in using him for a partner!
 
JR: Vernon tries to pull himself up with the ropes.
Dreadnaught stalks him from behind.
Dreadnaught wraps the nunchucks around Vernon’s throat.
 
King: He is choking the life out of Vernon.
 
JR: Dreadnaught whips Vernon over the top rope!
DEAR GOD! Dreadnaught is hanging Vernon.
 
King: Vernon is screaming for his life!
 
JR: Dreadnaught is just pulling back!
There is no where for Vernon to go!
The ref is trying to pull Dreadnaught off!
 
(Dreadnaught lets go and Vernon collapses to the arena floor.)
 
JR: This is disgusting!
Dreadnaught is taunting Vernon!
Dreadnaught tags out to Black.

JR: It looks like Vernon's got some help on the way!

King: Oh no! Not him!

(Kolic comes running down toward the ring.)

King: This is just not fair! He's not in this match!

JR: He's not doing anything yet, King. He's just watching. Probably watching Vernon's back,
wouldn't you think?

King: Vernon doesn't need his back watched!

JR: What about Spirit out there on the outside?

King: I think Vernon has made it clear that he can handle her.

JR: Well, I don't think Kolic would go that far, King.

Vernon and Black are slugging it out, but then Dreadnaught comes over to make it 2-on-1.
They beat Vernon to the mat with a hail of punches.
Black grabs a pair of nunchuks from the mat.
He twirls them around for a few seconds.
Black rears back to strike Vernon with the nunchuks.

King: Wait! Look!

King: NO!

(Kolic jumps onto the apron and grabs the nunchuks from Black's hand, then drops back to the floor
and backs away.)

JR: Kolic just saved Vernon from getting pummeled further with those nunchuks!

King: This sucks! If we can't have puppies, there should at least be beatings!

JR: You're a sick man.

King: Thank you.

JR: You're welcome, I guess.

Black starts toward the ropes, after Kolic.
The referee gets in Black's way, blocking him from exiting the ring.
Black tries to get around the ref.
Black is reaching through the ropes as Dreadnaught heads out the opposite direction after Kolic.
Vernon rolls Black up from behind!
The ref counts: One! Two! Kickout!

JR: Close one there! Almost a victory for Vernon Vanderbilt!

Meanwhile, Dreadnaught has nearly caught up to Kolic.

JR: Uh oh! Kolic may be in trouble here!

King: Get him, Dread!

JR: But wait!

Vernon leaps onto the top turnbucle.
He leaps off, taking Dreadnaught down with a moonsault!
Kolic helps Vernon to his feet as the ref is still distracted with Black.
Vernon nods to Kolic, then jumps up on the apron.
He reaches over and slaps Black hard across the face!

King: Now that was just rude!

JR: I don't think Vernon cares right now.

Dreadnaught hits a dropkick on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dreadnaught is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught complains about a slow count.
Dreadnaught gets a wristlock on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Dreadnaught throws Vernon Vanderbilt into the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with a kick.
Dreadnaught puts Vernon Vanderbilt in a sleeperhold.
Vernon Vanderbilt manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Dreadnaught hits a powerslam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

Dread tags!

KING: Oh no! William Black's got the Numchucks! This is going to be bad!

JR: I'm inclined to agree, King!

*BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP*

*BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP*

*BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP*

*BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP* *BLAP*

(William Black goes completely crazy with the numchucks, spinning them around with lightning speed. He cracks Vernon Vanderbuilt across the face, across the back, and across the belly, finally dropping him to the mat. After the bloody mess known as Mr. Showtime hits the mat, Black stops and strikes a pose. The camera pans around to see Spirit outside of the ring with a big smile on her face. Even Dreadnaught seems to be happy about the devestation.)

JR: GOOD LORD!!! VERNON'S DEAD!!!! HE'S GOT TO BE DEAD!!!

KING: Calm down! Vernon can't be dead or else the referee would have stopped the match!

(After going nuts with the numchucks, Black tags out to Dreadnaught.)

JR: King! Are these weapons called nunchucks, numchucks or nunchuks?

KING: How about calling them 2-pieces-of-wood-attached-by-a-chain-thingamajig?

JR: Dreadnaught storms into the ring.
Dreadnaught clotheslines Vernon to the mat.
Dreadnaught kicks to the chest of Vernon.
Dreadnaught pulls Vernon off of the mat and chops him into the corner.
Dreadnaught knocks Vernon to the corner and kicks to his midsection.
 
King: Vernon caught his leg!
 
JR: Vernon spins Dreadnaught, and Dreadnaught quickly turns around.
Dreadnaught smashes Vernon with a clothesline.
Vernon staggers out of the corner.
Dreadnaught kicks Vernon in the stomach and hooks him.
 
King: Vernon could be close to losing!
 
JR: Dreadnaught lifts Vernon into the air.
Dreadnaught slams Vernon to the mat with the Dreadbomb!
Dreadnaught with a cover.
 
1…2…Dreadnaught pulls Vernon up!
 
King: What is he doing?
 
JR: Dreadnaught is walking around the ring!
Vernon is out cold!
 
King: Black is screaming at Dreadnaught!
 
JR: Vernon is starting to stir!
Now Dreadnaught tags out to Black!
 
King: Dreadnaught could have cost Black this match!

JR: Vernon has a nunchuk in each hand.
He is bleeding profusely from various cuts on his head.
He bounces off the ropes, then rebounds toward Black and Dreadnaught.
He takes them both down with nunchuk shots to the skull.

JR: Looks like William Black is bloodied there!

King: Dreadnaught too! This is terrible! Come on, guys! Get up!

JR: Vernon isn't done yet!

Vernon mounts Black's chest and lays into him with a vicious series of punches, opening him up
further.

JR: This is pure carnage! Vernon is trying to open that cut up further!

King: NO!

JR: A blind opponent is easier to fight than a full sighted one.

Vernon stands up and backs off.
Black and Dreadnaught start getting to their feet.
Vernon throws down the nunchuks and bounds off the ropes.

JR: What now!?

King: I can't look!

JR: Could it be...!?

Vernon strikes with a double End of the End!
Both men collapse to the mat.
Vernon follows suit.
All three men are down!
The ref starts to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Vernon starts to stir.

FIVE!

Black and Dreadnaught do as well.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Vernon is back to a kneeling position.

NINE!

Vernon stands up, wobbly but ready for more.
His opponents have risen as well.
Dreadnaught leans against the ropes.
Vernon takes Black down with a Russian legsweep.
He goes for the pin.
The ref counts: One! Two! Thr...kickout!

JR: Too much time elapsed between the End of the Ends and the pin attempt! Can Vernon pull this
off!?

King: Let's hope not!

JR: Just watch.

KING: Black is up!

JR: SPINEBUSTER! Mr. Showtime is out cold! Black's waiting in the corner with his Forearm raised, begging for Vernon to get up!

KING: Blind Tag!

(Dreadnaught tags himself in and climbs to the top rope. While Vernon Vanderbuilt drags himself to his feet, William Black leaps across the ring and lays him out with a Flying Forearm. As soon as Vernon hits the mat, Dreadnaught leaps off the top, connecting with the LA Hangover! William Black then climbs the opposing turnbuckle and leaps off with a Flying Elbow Drop.)

KING: LA Hangover on Mr. Showtime!

JR: Flying Elbow Drop on Mr. Showtime!

(Dreadnaught makes the cover.)

JR: The Referee's in position!
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Dreadnaught a standing ovation.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Dreadnaught and William Black!

JR: Dreadnaught has some bad intentions here!
 
(Dreadnaught rolls out of the ring and grabs the bat from the ring barrier. He grabs a mic and rolls under the bottom ring rope. He stands behind Black and tamps him on the shoulder with the bat. Black spins around and faces Dreadnaught.)
 
Dreadnaught: I could have finished you off right there. But, your payback is coming later…TONIGHT!
 
(Dreadnaught drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. Black yells at him as he walks up the ramp.)
 
King: This is still not settled!
 
JR: And Dreadnaught is promising more violence here tonight against Black!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Dale is seen walking down the hall. He walks past the camera and it follows. Dale speaks.)

Dale: You know, I just came from an interview. But I still need to talk! I am ready for the match tonight. I am ready to kick some sense into Kolic. Better yet, Beat it into him. I am going to beat the sense of him to know that his reign is over and it's time for the new era of the TV title! I can't wait to see how Scotty reacts if he see's me win the TV Title. He might *BLEEP* in his pants! The look on his face will be worth the pain I am put through tonight. But I guarandamntee that Kolic will be put through hell as well.

(Dale turns a corner and the camera falls behind. Dale stops and motions for the camera to hurry up. As soon as it catches up he starts moving again.)

Dale: You need to keep up. Okay, back on subject. It would be the ultimate payback for Scotty. He will see I gained something and his jaw will drop. Then a few weeks later, we have our match and if I win, his jaw will completely disconnect. But I am getting ahead of myself here. I will just have to wait and see what happens.

(A figure walks up to Dale.)

Dale: Who the hell are you?

Couch: My name is Couch, I am a partial interviewer.

Dale: I was already interviewed. Bye.

Couch: Oh, I was sent here by Scotty, told me to tell you that you are going to pay in a couple of weeks.

Dale: Please leave me alone. No in fact. Bye.

(Dale walks off and the scene fades on a smiling Couch.)

>>>

(Backstage, we see Michael Bole hurrying down a hallway, heading
toward a certain locker room, the cameraman in tow.)

BOLE: This is it, folks! We're gonna get the exclusive first interview
with the new BMWF Hardcore Champion, Alexei Romanov! Yep, me, Michael
Bole, with an exclusive interview!

(Reaching the door, he knocks and straightens himself out, tilting his
chin up with a smile. Slowly, the door opens perhaps a foot and Alexei
peeks his head out.)

ALEXEI: Can I help you?

BOLE: Yes, sir, Mr. Romanov. I'm here to give the exclusive first--

VOICE FROM INSIDE: Is everything alright, Alexei?

ALEXEI: Yeah, just give me a second. (He looks back at Bole) Look,
Bole, I don't know who put the impression in your head that you're
anything more than a halfwit, but I'm a little busy.

(Suddenly, Cherri Runnels steps out from behind Alexei, a BMWF
microphone in her hand, to see what the matter is.)

CHERRI: Oh... it's you.

BOLE: Um... what are you doing here?

CHERI: I'm trying to conduct an interview. What are you doing here?

BOLE: I'm--

ALEXEI: Bole, why don't you go find someone else to talk to, hm? I
have an interview to do, okay?

BOLE: But I...

(Alexei turns to the cameraman and motions him inside, leaving Bole
outside the door.)

BOLE: But--

(Alexei slams the door in his face and returns his attention to Cheri,
shifting the Hardcore belt on his shoulder and offering a little
grin.)

ALEXEI: Now, Ms. Runnels... where were we?

CHERRI: I believe we were about to start this interview.

ALEXEI: Then, let's.

CHERRI: Well, first and foremost, congratulations are in order. You
and Tamer had a brutal match at Bedlam Bowl last week and you managed
to capture your first championship here in the BMWF.

ALEXEI: First, but not the last. You see, my dear, this belt is just
one step in a long road of things to come for your's truly. However,
like many champions before me, if I don't focus on the task at hand, I
risk losing my status. So, before I start worrying about what may lie
ahead of me, I need to concern myself with tonight.

CHERRI: And tonight, you're defending that title against Ryushi
Fujita, who also had a victory last week.

ALEXEI: Indeed he did, and I've never had an issue with Fujita. In
fact, I've seen the anger he shows at times when someone disrespects
him - as I've commented on before - and it satisfies me to know
there's someone else like that. However, as good as he is, I didn't
sacrifice my well-being seven days ago just so someone could waltz on
along and take this gold away from me. No, Fujita will have to go
through a lot more than what we'll do tonight to earn this strap,
that's for certain. I plan to keep this belt until No Way In and
beyond.

CHERRI: Speaking of No Way In, what are your plans for the PPV?

ALEXEI: At the moment, nothing. I'm going to defend my belt -
successfully, I might add - tonight, and then see what the next
challenge is.

CHERRI: Do you think Kevin Storm will step up?

ALEXEI: (smirks) Whose to say? He refused to step up last week and
exact a bit of revenge, so I don't know what to expect from Kevin
Storm. All I can tell you is that he's holding back. Too much. He
wants to unleash his anger on me, there's no doubt in my mind. But, as
I said, he's a good... Christian... soul. (shrugs) So, what can I do?

CHERRI: Well, I appreciate the time. Good luck tonight.

ALEXEI: Thank you, my dear. I'll see you after my match.

(With another grin, Alexei turns and heads off-camera, and the shot fades...)

>>>

(Ryushi Fujita is sitting quietly in The Family's locker room shortly before the first of his two matches tongiht. Kojima stands off to his right, leaving Fujita to his thoughts. A light knock is heard and Kojima opens the door a little bit and he dispatches the person on the other side and quietly closes the door. Fujita opens his eyes, stands up, grabs his kendo stick and leaves the locker room as we head back to the arena.)

>>>
 
(The scene begins in one of the many backstage corridors. 
Paddy O’Brien turns a corner and comes face to face with Ezekiel)
 
Paddy: Hey man, how it be?
 
Ezekiel: Did you hear about my match tonight?
 
Paddy: Tobey is a little sneaky rat.  Actually my sister
has rats back home, and they have better manners than him! 
Funny thought, remember Survival when your team
whitewashed his?
 
Ezekiel: An apt description, and I do.  Paddy I know I
do not need to ask you.
 
Paddy: You got it man
 
(The two shake hands as they walk their separate ways)

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore Title match!

Introducing first...
Hailing from Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Alexei Romanov

(As the mellow opening notes of "Lying From You" by Linkin Park start
up over the PA, the lights drop and the image of a pulsating amplitute
meter appears on the Bruisertron.)

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

(The heavy chords kick up immediately afterward and Alexei Romanov
steps out onto the stage, the BMWF Hardcore Championship over his
shoulder. He thrusts his arms out, slightly bent, in a modified
crucifix as a package plays on the Bruisertron. He heads to the ring,
rolling under the bottom rope and quickly picking his place in the
corner, grabbing the title and thrusting his arms out once again as
the crowd gives him a 'warm' reception. He smirks, drops down, and
waits.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

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

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Alexei Romanov nails Ryushi Fujita with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov hits a Gorilla Press on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Alexei Romanov executes a rolling elbow smash on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov executes a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with a Russian legsweep.
Alexei Romanov hits a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with a rolling elbow smash.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov nails Ryushi Fujita with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov hits a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.

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

Alexei Romanov executes a Russian legsweep on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov takes Ryushi Fujita down with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov hits a Russian legsweep on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
The crowd is cheering on Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov uses a rolling elbow smash on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov executes a rolling elbow smash on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.

JR: This has been quite the match so far, and quite the title defense
for the new champion!

KING: Did I tell you he could do it or did I not? I hate to say I told
you so, but..

JR: Well, don't. Anyway, Alexei and Fujita are brawling outside of the
ring. They've been using their fair share of weapons and now they're
working their way up the aisle! I think they're headed backstage!

KING: Hey, someone tell Alexei to grab me a cup of coffee, huh?

JR: Alexei just shot Fujita into one of the steel BMWF backdrop frames
and just took down the whole thing! He's searching for something, and
it looks like he has a trash can! A full one, at that! Alexei rears
back and crashes the can over Fujita's back! He pulls him up and
shoves the can over Fujita's head! What's he up to now? Alexei's just
grabbed a broken piece of that frame and he's beating on the trash can
with it!

KING: HA HA! For whom the bell tolls, huh JR?

JR: Alexei stops, leaving Fujita stumbling, and he winds up and
superkicks the can, knocking Fujita into one of our concession tables!

KING: YAHH! The coffee!!

JR: Fujita's out of that can, but Alexei's right on top of him. He
clears the top of that table off and grabs one of the cookie sheets!
He's laying into Fujita with that weapon and now he's shoving Fujita
into position for a powerbomb! Probably through that table, I'd bet!
He hoists Fujita up, but the challenger swings out of it and lands,
standing, on that table! He kicks Alexei square in the face, backing
him up and leaps off, catching Alexei in a cross body block! He has
him covered!

The ref counts: One... Two... kickout!

JR: That was probably too close for comfort for Alexei, but Fujita has
the upper hand now! He grabs that table and folds the legs in and
props it up in one of the corners of the room! He grabs Alexei and
whips him into that table!

*SMASH!*

JR: Alexei just went crashing through that table! Fujita pulls him
back up and starts to drag the champ back toward the ring!

KING: I don't like the way this is turning out, JR!

JR: Fujita's stopping along the way just to whip the champion into
anything he can! I think he just shot Alexei into one of our huge
travel crates!

KING: Hey, my crown goes in there! Watch it!

JR: I think your crown will be fine on your head, King. They're in the
aisle now and Alexei is being bounced from side to side off of the
ringside barricades! They're almost to the ring and Fujita whips
Alexei toward the ring, but he reverses it and Fujita goes crashing
back-first into the ring apron!

KING: Someone call a chiropractor!

JR: Alexei charges in, but Fujita steps out and takes him down in drop
toehold! Alexei's face just smashed right into the edge of the ring!

KING: YAHH! I think he's bleeding, JR!

JR: I think you're right, King! Fujita just might have broken Alexei's
nose! Now he's digging under the ring, and he just pulled out a kendo
stick! Alexei's still holding his nose and Fujita's about to take his
mind off of that! He's slapping that stick into Alexei's back! Good
God, listen to those smacks that weapons making on his bare skin!

KING: That doesn't feel pretty, JR.

JR: You think? He's beating the kendo stick across the back of
Alexei's head, too! He's pretty relentless tonight! Fujita lets up and
rolls Alexei back in the ring, but he's still got that kendo stick.
Fujita moves in on Alexei again, but the champ just caught him right
downstairs with a nasty low blow uppercut! Now that's what I call
"turning the tides"!

KING: That's what you call it? I'd probably call it "No Fujita Jrs." HA HA!

JR: Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.
Alexei Romanov executes a Gorilla Press on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov uses a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov goes for a Russian legsweep, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Ryushi Fujita nails Alexei Romanov with an inverted DDT.
Ryushi Fujita executes a flying elbowdrop on Alexei Romanov.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita throws Len Stanley into the ringpost.
Len Stanley is out cold.
Ryushi Fujita puts Alexei Romanov in the STF.
There is no referee there to ask Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Alexei Romanov breaks the hold after 12 seconds.
Joe Finch comes running down to the ring.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov punches Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita punches Alexei Romanov.
The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.

(Fujita grabs the kendo stick and raises it high in the air before turning his attention back to Romanov. Romanov turns around and is greeted by a shot to the head followed by one to the midsection, Fujita then uses the kendo stick to add force to a russian leg sweep.)

Ryushi Fujita takes Alexei Romanov down with an inverted DDT.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes Alexei Romanov's head off with a clothesline
Ryushi Fujita goes for a half Boston crab, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Len Stanley slowly gets up.
Alexei Romanov hits a spinebuster on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov hits Ryushi Fujita with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov throws Ryushi Fujita out of the ring.
Alexei Romanov goes through the ropes.
Alexei Romanov is handed the ring bell.
Alexei Romanov hits him with the ring bell.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Ryushi Fujita is starting to bleed.
Alexei Romanov executes a European uppercut on Ryushi Fujita.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Alexei Romanov throws Ryushi Fujita over the guardrail.
Alexei Romanov goes for neckbreaker, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita is handed a wrench.
Ryushi Fujita hits him with the wrench.
They're brawling down the aisle.
Ryushi Fujita hits him with a wrench.
They're brawling in mid-arena.
They're brawling in mid-arena.
They're brawling in mid-arena.
Alexei Romanov is handed a bullrope.
Alexei Romanov hits him with the bullrope.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits him with the bullrope.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
They're brawling down the aisle.

They get back into the ring.

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

Alexei Romanov executes a superkick on Ryushi Fujita.
Alexei Romanov takes a swing at Ryushi Fujita with the bullrope, but he
gets out of the way.
Ryushi Fujita snatches the bullrope from him.
Ryushi Fujita hits him with the bullrope.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.

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

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

Len Stanley is back on the job.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

JR: Alexei and Fujita are fighting it out in the middle of that ring,
exchanging punches and chops! Alexei blocks one of Fujita's shots,
hooking his arm up and driving a knee into his midsection! He scoops
him up and slams the challenger hard to the mat! Now Alexei's leaving
the ring. What's he up to now?

KING: Hey, even the best champions need the occasional breather!

JR: Something tells me he isn't catching his breath! He's digging
around under the ring and -- oh my! He just pulled out one of those
boxes we saw him loading into his truck a few nights ago! It's one of
those fluorescent bulbs!

KING: Yeah, and it's the big one!

JR: Alexei just pulled out that glass tube and he's heading back in
the ring, just watching and waiting for Fujita to get to his feet!
He's got his back to the champion, but Alexei's just hooked Fujita's
arms and he just drove him back to the mat in a russian legsweep! Why
didn't he use the weapon?

KING: Saving it for a special occasion?

JR: It doesn't get much more special than this.

KING: Rainy day then?

JR: Ugh. Alexei still has that 36" bulb in hand and he's waiting for
Fujita to get up again! Fujita turns around and - OH MY!!

*SMASH!!*

(The bulb shatters into thousands of pieces all over the ring and
Fujita stumbles right into Alexei)

JR: Alexei's got him! He grabs the challenger and hooks him up! Exit
Wound! Right on those broken shards of glass! He's going for the
cover!

The ref counts: One.. Two.. Three!!

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Alexei Romanov!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Ezekiel is standing in the BMWF backstage interview
area with Michael Bole)
 
Bole: Once again you defend the Intercontinental title
against Tobey Miliken.  This time in this very arena,
pinfalls can take place anywhere!
 
Ezekiel: Bole, I am starting to understand some things
about Tobey.  I will not bore people by going into them
now; they are obvious for all to see.  I give you a lot of
credit Tobey, three title shots in a row is no mean feat. 
The tenacity was what I liked about you.  Nonetheless
you need to know when enough is enough.  You carry
on your campaign thinking you will take the belt away
from me.  You have your Union buddies hiding in the
wings for this one?  I would not be surprised to see
them tonight.  I am however prepared for them.  You
had you best opportunity before the PPV to win, you
never took it then.  You will not take it now.  You think
a chair attack before the match is going to secure you
the victory?  How little you realise what is happening
around you.  You are being consumed by the Truth. 
The stark realisation is that you are on a path to nowhere. 
However is some Light still in your future, and Tobey, I
am the messenger.
 
(fade)

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