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

(The show opens inside the Firstar Center Cincinnati Ohio. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Firstar Center Cincinnati Ohio! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

Tonight, the new BMWF World Champion Master Z teams up with Tyrone Smith to take on two of his most hated foes, former World champions Lowedown and Scotty Scott!

KING: Hey, Tyrone is the only guy in there that has never been the BMWF Champion!

(Lowedown and Flame pulls into the Firstar Center in his 2004 Chevy Silverado and pulls up right next to the limousines and then climbs out of the sunroof and waves to the camera for a moment...)

King:Doesn't he know those things on the side of his truck are called doors? HAHAHA!

(Flame climbs out of the sunroof and blows a kiss to the camera as she then slides down onto the hood of the truck and then lays down...)

JR:These are crazier than pet coons!

King:I call them PUPPIES! WOO-HOO!

(Lowedown cups his hands then shouts to the ceiling...)

LD:CINCINNATI, OHIO!

(Crowd pop)

LD:WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

LD&CROWD:HOUSE!

(Lowedown leaps off the truck and gets right in front of the camera...)

LD:PEEP THIS CAMERAMAN! I GOT SOMETHING ON MY MIND!

(Lowedown stops for a moment and pulls off his cowboy hat and throws his sunglasses to his wife...)

LD:Tonight here in the great state of Ohio, I get another opportunity to BLEEPslap Master Z around like a rag doll! And you know what peeps, I'm okay with it! How about you? Ya feel me on this one?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:Now I don't know who booked this cruise and I don't care to be honest. The only thing I care about is the fact that Lowedown and Master Z are stepping into this ring and we are going to beat the hell out of each other and the blood will flow down the Cin-cin-cincinnati streets! OH PLEASE TELL ME YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

(Pause)

LD:Master Z and Tyrone Smith against the unlikely team of Lowedown and...Scotty Scott! Former best friends stepping into the ring side by side to face two of the biggest in the business! When I saw those two names together on the list of matches, I took a step back and wondered who paid who to sign those names together? Then, after a few mintues an a couple of beers I stopped and thought about it again. Scotty knows me almost as good as my wife does...not in that sense ya freaks! Get your minds out of the gutter! We should change this to SINCINNATI for cryin' out loud!

(Crowd laughs)

LD:I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Master Z, what I did to at Live was just a taste of things to come! I will come from the rafters. I will come from behind! I will come from around the corner! I will come from underneath just to stomp you into the ground! That title you "borrowed" from me is already getting heavy on ya isn't it? You know I never had a problem carrying that belt around my waist so if at anytime you feel you can't go on Z, just let me know and you can forfeit the title right back to me.

(Lowedow pauses as he extends his hand out and feels Flame hand him a picture that Master Z dropped at Live...)

LD:A cartoonist you are not Z. You think this is supposed to be funny? You really want to see something funny Z...why don't you stop and look down between your tree trunks and see the tiny sapling you're trying to grow! That's funny ya melee mouth sonofableep! Tonight, you and I are even close to the end of our journey here so I hope you brought a snack and a change of underwear because tonight is only going to get better! That is the Lowedown on that!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

(Circus music plays as Dork the Clown comes walking down to the ring. He is giving balloons to little kids and acting goofy.)

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

Ravven

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

JR: Dork The Clown attacks Ravven before the bell.
Dork The Clown uses a forearm smash on Ravven.

JR: Dork The Clown hits Ravven with a chop.
Dork The Clown kicks Ravven.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.
Ravven kicks Dork The Clown.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Ravven chops Dork The Clown.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven goes for a hiptoss, but Dork The Clown counters it with a lariat.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown hits Ravven with a back suplex.
Dork The Clown goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ravven counters it with
a punch.
Ravven goes for a backbreaker, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven nails Dork The Clown with a bodyslam.
Ravven goes for a vertical suplex, but Dork The Clown counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown hits Ravven with an elbow.
Dork The Clown goes for a dropkick, but Ravven side-steps and Dork The Clown
only hits air.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven hits a kneelift on Dork The Clown.
Ravven takes Dork The Clown down with a hiptoss.
Ravven nails Dork The Clown with a gutwrench suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Ravven goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Dork The Clown counters it with
a side suplex.
Dork The Clown puts Ravven in a half Boston.
Ravven makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Dork The Clown locks Ravven in a Boston crab.
Ravven makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Dork The Clown goes for a headlock takedown, but Ravven counters it with
a back suplex.
Ravven hits a back suplex on Dork The Clown.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits Dork The Clown with a swinging neckbreaker.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Ravven goes for a backbreaker, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Ravven goes for a kick to the midsection, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown goes for a piledriver, but Ravven counters it with a backdrop.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Dork The Clown.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Ravven.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The cheers for Ravven are drowning out the boos.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Firstar Center, and Michael
Bole is standing with microphone in hand.)

Bole: We just got word that Ignition was arriving momentarily!

*SCREEECHH!!*

Bole: This just might be him!

(Ignition’s Yellow Lamborghini Gallardo fish tales around the corner leaving
a trail of smoke behind. The Lamborghini regains traction and zips into the
parking lot and brake slides into an open parking space. The door opens up
and Ignition steps out dressed to the nines in a red leather tank-top, and
red leather pants. On his head is a backwards Boston Red Sox hat, and red
sunglasses. Ignition takes the sunglasses off as he approaches Michael
Bole.)

Ignition: Well, well, if it isn’t the man with the plan Michael Bole. How’s
it hangin? Or is it even hangin?

(Bole looks at Ignition suspiciously. Ignition smacks him on the shoulder.)

Ignition: I am messin with ya Michael, settle down.

(Bole shakes his head.)

Bole: I am fine Ignition. What about yourself?

Ignition: You know, I am feelin good, damn good, and even better knowing
that I got a Gold Belt title shot tonight!

Bole: Speaking of that, do you think you are ready for another belt?

Ignition: Bole, you know that Ignition’s amazing, and incredible style is
nothing but enhance when I got a heavy hunk of gold around my waist. Next to
the World belt, I think the Gold belt has the most flash and style, and
frankly, it would look better on me than that cat that is carrying it right
now.

Bole: Do you mean Tamer?

Ignition: Of course I mean Tamer! Ever since Tamer took out Tyrone, which I
seen coming, he has tried his hardest to look good with the belt, but common
Michael, nobody can pull style off quite like me, am I right or am I right?

Bole: Well, uhh

Ignition: Two weeks, hmm, this could go town as one of the shortest title
reins in BMWF history.

Bole: What do you mean?

Ignition: When I become the new Gold Belt champion tonight, and Tamer is
left down and dirty and no a champion anymore a record could be set. Tamer
has been the champ for two weeks, and that road as champion is meant to end
tonight! Tamer, how many times has we fought? Two? Three? I don’t quite
know, but everytime there was a belt on the line, The Best Young Gun didn’t
disappoint! Each time The Best Young Gun walked out a champion! Do you think
that I am going to take it easy on you tonight because you just got that
hunk of gold? Well, in a little while you are going to come to the tough
realization that you have to go toe-to-toe with Ignition! That alone should
have your boots shakin right off, so just be sure you shine that styling
belt up for me Tamer, and I will see ya out there.

Bole: It should be a great match-up. Now Ignition, you and Sledge are
scheduled for Bruisermania in the second ever Burning Ring of Fire match.

Ignition: That’s right Bole. What’s your point?

Bole: Why Sledge? Why a Burning Ring of Fire match? Why you? Why-

(Ignition interrupts Bole.)

Ignition: WHOA!! Slow down Michael, slow down. First thing is first. The
boss needed a deed to be done. Sledge, like it or not, is a great
competitor, and he shows up when the matches get big, and competitive. I
figured, when Bruisermania rolls around I plan on throwing down the best
performance the BMWF have seen of Ignition yet! So, since Burning Ring of
Fire version 1.0 was such a hit the first time, and Sledge is a gamer, it’s
on Michael, it’s on!

(Ignition looks at his watch and starts walking to his locker room.)

Ignition: I got to get ready for my match, but follow, I gotta finish this
interview up.

(Bole and the camera start to follow Ignition.)

Ignition: Why me though Michael? I am sure Bruiser could send jobber, after
jobber, after jobber towards Sledge. I am sure he could get someone else to
do the job like Tyrone, White Lightning, or Headhunter, but there’s one
thing. Not only does Bruiser want to get one up on Sledge, but Bruiser wants
Bruisermania to be the best event of the year. Now, those three guys are
talented, but they can’t put on a show quite like The Best Young Gun in the
BMWF! By letting me take out his trash, Bruiser kills two birds with one
stone. I am promising the best match on that card!

Bole: The best match at the year’s biggest event?! Ignition, that’s a pretty
bold statement.

Ignition: From a bold man. When Ignition and Sledge go at it during the
biggest spectacle in wrestling, time will stop, and legends will be made.
It’s going to be a long road to Bruisermania, but when it’s over, people
will look at Ignition in a whole different light, I promise you that
Michael, I promise you that!

(Ignition gets to his locker room and sitting on the table is a rolled up
poster.)

Ignition: Check this thing out.

(Ignition opens the poster and it’s a big poster of him sitting in his car.)

Ignition: I LOVE that car! I figured I would take up my office wall space
with thing beauty of a poster, since I don’t have my US title belt anymore.

Bole: Speaking of the US title, there seems to big a few people gunning for
it since you dropped it.

Ignition: They can gun for it all they want, but they better remember
something. Ignition is the true US champ, when I walk down to that ring, I
am the one that fans cheer for, not Harry, ME. So Harry, you can lie to
yourself all you want, but just keep this little fact in the back of your
head. One of these days I will be getting my revenge on you! It may be this
month, it may be in a year! I will never, EVER, forget that you betrayed me,
and striped me of my first BMWF title ever!

(Ignition grabs his stomach.)

*BUUUUURP*

Ignition: Phew, that feels better, I tested out the Chinese place in this
town, good stuff. Now Michael, I got things to do and a belt to win, so hit
the road.

Bole: Alright Ignition, thanks.

(Ignition doesn’t respond as the camera FADES.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Fighting out of St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

(Catholic choir music plays as Altar Boy Mark, wearing his altar boy robe makes his way to the ring along with Friar Fergus. He blesses the fans as he walks to the ring. After getting into the ring, he blesses it.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a black leather kilt and black boots. He is holding a microphone)

Ezekiel: Its time to face the Inquisition, Alter Boy Mark!!!

FRIAR FERGUS: Yes, and give us some of them holy wafers! I'm starving!

*DING DING*

JR: Ezekiel and Alter Boy Mark lock up to start the match. Alter Boy Mark turns it into a back-lock. Ezekiel reverses it into a back-lock of his own.

(Ezekiel hits a Belly to Back suplex on Alter Boy Mark)

JR: What a move to end that short exchange, Alter Boy Mark on the canvas. Ezekiel picks up Mark’s leg, and drops an elbow to the thigh.

King: Ezekiel’s quick off the blocks here.

(Ezekiel starts stomping on the inside of Alter Boy Mark’s leg)

JR: Doesn’t look like Ezekiel wants to waste any time today. He wants to get this one finished quickly. Ezekiel lifting Mark to his feet, Mark seems to be favouring his leg.

King: Well Ezekiel just stomped it inside out.

JR: A big right hand from Ezekiel knocks him straight back down again. Ezekiel dragging Alter Boy Mark to the ring post.

King: This looks like it going to hurt.

JR: Lets just hope he does do anything to get himself disqualified, but in all fairness Ezekiel has not used his chair in the ring yet.

*CRACK*

King: Ha Ha Ha, Alter Boy Mark’s leg just became part of the ringpost!

JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is putting all his effort into damaging that leg.

Ezekiel executes a savate kick on Altar Boy Mark.
Ezekiel puts Altar Boy Mark in an armbar submission.
Altar Boy Mark gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ezekiel hits Altar Boy Mark with a legsweep.
Ezekiel goes for a guillotine choke, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark goes for an armdrag takedown, but Ezekiel counters it with
an armbar submission.
Altar Boy Mark reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ezekiel puts Altar Boy Mark in a guillotine choke.
Altar Boy Mark is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ezekiel lets go after 14 seconds.
Ezekiel locks Altar Boy Mark in an armbar submission.
Altar Boy Mark is inching his way towards the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark grabs the ropes after being locked up for 42 seconds.
Ezekiel hits Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Ezekiel.
The crowd is cheering on Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark punches Ezekiel.
Altar Boy Mark leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Altar Boy Mark sets up the chair.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spinning power bomb, but Ezekiel counters it with
an enzuilariato.

JR: Ezekiel covers Altar Boy Mark.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.

JR: Alter Boy Mark has received some heavy damage from Ezekiel in this bout, and is still limping badly on that leg. Ezekiel bounces off the ropes, Alter Boy Mark ducks the clothesline attempt. A big dropkick from Alter Boy Mark. Ezekiel stumbles back and falls through the ropes. Gut check time for Alter Boy Mark, can he capitalize now after that big move.

King: Ezekiel does know his way around the floor, I wouldn’t like Alter Boy Mark’s chances if he followed him out.

JR: Alter Boy Mark to the top rope. What a move! He’s nailed Ezekiel with a cross body off the top rope to the outside!

King: YAH! That was some move!

JR: Both competitors down now. That move took as much out of Alter Boy Mark, as it did Ezekiel.

(Both start to pull themselves to their feet)

JR: Both are up now, standing dropkick by Alter Boy Mark. Ezekiel back to the floor, what guts shown by Alter Boy Mark.

King: Stupid more like, just delaying the inevitable ha ha ha!

JR: Ezekiel to his feet again, Alter Boy Mark whips him towar.. No Ezekiel reverses the move, Alter Boy Mark is sent crashing into the ring steps.

King: Don’t people realise that they always get reversed when they try that move on Ezekiel.

JR: Alter Boy Mark with Ezekiel in the corner. He whips Ezekiel into the opposite corner. Alter Boy follows in…

*CRACK*

JR: …drop toe hold, Alter Boy Mark’s head just bounced off the bottom turnbuckle

King: Ha ha ha, that sounded sickening, maybye I could offer to glue his head back on!!

JR: You’re going nowhere King, just stay there!

(Ezekiel lifts Alter Boy Mark to his feet)

JR: Gutwrench powerbomb into the corner!!!

King: Ha ha ha, that was better than the drop toe hold!!

Ezekiel: IT IS TIME ALTER BOY MARK!

JR: Looks like Ezekiel is going to put this one away

King: Inquisition!!!

JR: Alter Boy Mark has just been driven into the canvas. Pin him and get this match over with.

(Ezekiel moves round to the feet of Alter Boy Mark and locks on a leg-lock. Alter Boy Mark tries to crawl to the ropes, but the pain takes over and he taps)

The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

King: I think Ezekiel is against using the same move twice to win a match ha ha ha.

JR: A clinical showing from Ezekiel tonight. We'll be right back!

(The scene opens up in the parking lot where a familiar black and red
chameleon painted 1999 Lamborghini Diablo GTR has just pulled into a
parking spot.)

KING: Darn! It's just Tyrone Smith!

JR: Tyrone Smith is here! What mental state is he in tonight?! He is in the
Main Event teamed up against the only man in the BMWF he has yet to beat,
Master Z to take on both his mentor Scotty Scott and the man he calls his
biggest backstabber, Lowedown. However, something tells me he's more
concerned with Rachel's decision tonight.

King: Oh that's right!

JR: Tonight, folks, Rachel will finally pick between Tyrone and Tamer. Stay
tuned to find out who she picks!

(fade)

(A beat up olive green Ford pickup with tinted windows roars into the parking lot, just missing a motorcycle parked nearby and sending a bystander diving. The pickup screeches to a halt while veering sharply to the left, picking up the two left wheels, nearly toppling the car over. The car comes to rest with the two left wheels on the curb and the two rights ones on the asphalt. After a few seconds, the passenger door opens and Scrappy Joe Tunny exits, dressed warmly with a wool hat and gloves cut off at the knuckles. Michael Bole runs over to him as Chuck Tunny exits from the driver’s side and stands beside his brother.)

Bole: Tunny! Tunny! Can I get an interview?

Tunny: What, now? Out in the cold?

Bole: Yeah, now. That’s how it works.

Tunny: You don’t give me a *bleep*in’ chance to get to my locker room even? Who are you? The *bleep*in’ paparazzi?!

Bole: Well…if you don’t want to…

Tunny: What you wanna know ‘bout, Bole? Let’s just get this over with!

Bole: Alright. You’ve got a match against Randy Valentino tonight. You two have had some heated exchanges over the last week, and you attacked him backstage at Live. What are your strategies going into this match?

Tunny: Bole, the last person who asked me such a stupid question is still in a wheelchair! I’m gonna go out there an’ inflict pain and destruction as only I know how! It’s Valentino who’ll be steppin’ into my jungle who’ll need to think up a strategy! But nothin’ can help him! He’ll be roadkill by the time the ref raises my hand in victory!

Bole: You sound quite confident.

Tunny: A’ course I’m confident, ya dimwit! Ya ever hear of a thing called ‘drenaline? It’s what’s gonna help me plow through all my opponents, includin’ Valentino tonight. If ya don’t believe me, watch my match tonight! Somebody had better get an ambulance ready in the back for Valentino! ‘Cause tonight I’m gonna lay him out easy as pie, an’ I’ll prove to everyone that noone gets out of Scrappy Joe Tunny’s jungle ALIVE!

(Tunny grabs his gym bag from his brother Chuck and storms off towards the arena’s back entrance.)

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(Dreadnaught is seen walking into the Firstar Center with a bag over his shoulder. He stares into the camera.)

JR: Dreadnaught looks intense tonight King!

King: He has Harry on his mind, and he isn’t stopping before he gets that US title.

(Dreadnaught smirks as he walks away from the camera.)

JR: He has evil thoughts on his mind tonight!

(Randy punches Chuck Tunny, Chuck falls to the floor covering his head with his arms to protect himself, Chuck gets up and treis punching Randy and hits one across the face. Randy kicks him violently in the stomach over and over again. Valentino picks Chuck up by his head and slings him into a Coca-Cola vending machine. Chuck lays in a heap next to the machine as Randy gets up to his face.)

FADE...

(The cameras go backstage where Randy Valentino is again on the prowl, looking for "Scrappy" Joe Tunny. Randy see's Joe and immediately runs after him, Randy picks up a nearby steel chair and rears back,)

*WHACK*

(Randy Valentino gives one hard whack of the chair to Tunny's head and then sprints away, leaving Joe Tunny running after Randy Valentino)

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VALENTINO: Ever since I first came to Ohio nothing but bad luck has come my way, I've had girls actually ditching the sexiest man alive, I've had sneak attacks that luckily weren't televised and worst of all I've had to stand in this very ring and there's this smell that really, really reaks. And It's coming from you, Ohio. Showers and deoderants are everyday objects in the rest of America why don't you people use them.

I respect you, Z. Well done. My next message is to two men, two freakin idiots and they are "Scrapppy" Joe Tunny and his brother Chuck Tunny. You two think you're great don't you, you've been here for a bit longer than me and you think you're the main man, well I'm the main-man and everybody knows it. I'm the main-man of the future, move aside Lowedown, Scotty Scott and Tyrone Smith because me this time in six months I will be main-event material....no, I already am Main-event materiel. Why aren't I booked in a main-event, is it because you BMWF staff are jealous of my good looks? I bet it is. I didn't win 'Best Rear' for nothing on 'Mens Weekly Times' magazine.

(Tobey is standing in the parking lot of the Firstar Center in Cincinnati Ohio, just before the show goes on the air. )

Tobey: When are those morons going to get here, it's freezing cold out here.

Shawn: Trust me Tobey, it will be worth the wait. wait a minute here comes someone.

(Tobey and Shawn run and hide as the Eco-System arrive at the Firstar Center in the Eco-Mobile. Inferno get's out first and has a band aid on his head from the sneak attack done by Tobey Miliken at the LIVE event on Friday. Eco-System makes their way into the back doors of the Firstar Center as Tobey and Shawn come out of hiding, and they are both laughing)

Tobey: Tonight is one night that Eco-System will never forget.

Shawn: Time for LIGHTS, CAMERA'S AND ACTION!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Cobb County, Georgia...
Weighing in at 298 pounds...

Big Bubba Bossman

(The Big Bossman theme plays as Bossman makes his way to the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Rob Young...
Fighting out of Albany, NY...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Randy Valentino

(Suddenly, 'Rock Your Body' by Justin Timberlake begins to play as Randy Valentino makes his way out from the entrance way. Rob Young stands beside him as Randy does his Val Venis style rub-down. The crowd boo loudly as Randy Valentino makes his way towards the ring. Valentino climbs the steel steps and walks along the apron for a moment, he looks around in disgust as the Ohio fans boo loudly he then steps into the ring. Randy leans back against the ropes and awaits the bell. Rob Young meanwhile pulls up a seat next to JR and King.)

JR: It looks as if we have a guest announcer for the following match, how are you, Rob?

YOUNG: I'm fine, and I'm Mr. Young to you.

KING: Oh, wonderful! If we had've wanted a moron at the announce table, we'd have called the Couch out here!

*DING DING*

JR: Valentino and Big Bubba Bossman stare at each other for a few seconds while circling the ring.
Valentino extends his hand out to Bossman to shake.

YOUNG: Isn't this great sportsmanship from my client.

JR: No it isn't! Valentino just slapped Bossman

YOUNG: Ha ha ha ha! How could Big Bubba fall for that.

JR: Big Bubba Bossman grabs Randy's arm and whips him into the ropes,
Valentino ricochets off the ropes and is met by a kick to the gut and then an elbow to the back of the head.
Bossman picks up Valentino, Valentino punches him in the gut.
Valentino bounces against the ropes and comes back with a spinning headscissors that sends Bubba flying.

YOUNG: Flying pigs, ha ha!

KING: Flying pigs?

YOUNG: You know, pigs, police, bossman

King: Uhhh

YOUNG: Nevermind. You have no sense of humor for a King, neither does your cowboy friend here.

JR: Big Bubba Bossman kicks Randy Valentino.
Big Bubba Bossman is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Big Bubba Bossman chops Randy Valentino.
Big Bubba Bossman runs into the ropes.
Randy Valentino takes Big Bubba Bossman down with a bulldog.
Randy Valentino runs into the ropes.
Big Bubba Bossman misses with a shoulderblock.
Big Bubba Bossman misses with a shoulderblock.
Randy Valentino hits Big Bubba Bossman with a shoulderblock.
Randy Valentino executes spinning headscissors on Big Bubba Bossman.
Randy Valentino is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Randy Valentino covers Big Bubba Bossman.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Randy Valentino goes for a moonsault, but Big Bubba Bossman gets his knees up.
Big Bubba Bossman hits Randy Valentino with a Hotshot.
Big Bubba Bossman takes Randy Valentino down with a flying shoulderblock.
Big Bubba Bossman is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Big Bubba Bossman goes for a bodyslam, but Randy Valentino counters it with
a small package.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Randy Valentino gains momentum as he irish whips Bossman into the ropes,
Randy hits a hard clothesline knocking BBB off his feet.
Randy climbs to the top rope quickly and just gains his balance.

YOUNG: Here comes the amazing Shooting Star Press!

JR: Oh no, BBB lifted his knees.

KING: He's going to feel that in the morning.

JR: I think he's feeling it now King. Bossman picks up Valentino, a huge DDT!

YOUNG: Get up, Randy!

JR: Randy is in trouble, Bossman is signalling for the Side Walk Slam!
Bossman picks him up, Valentino quickly gets behind Bossman and out of the way of the Side Walk Slam.
Valentino hits a German Suplex,
then another
And a third.
Valentino lets go and climbs to the top rope once more.

YOUNG: 450 Splash, I taught him that move.

JR: Valentino hits it perfectly,

REF: One, two, shoulder up!

JR: Randy Valentino hits Big Bubba Bossman with a huricanrana.
A few fans are booing Randy Valentino, while a few others are cheering him.
Randy Valentino whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes, but Big Bubba Bossman
reverses it.
Randy Valentino hits Big Bubba Bossman with a kick.
Randy Valentino hits a 450 splash on Big Bubba Bossman.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A portion of the crowd is booing Randy Valentino.

JR: Valentino has won the match.

(Rob Young puts down his headset and climbs into the ring, Rob smiles and gets down on one knee. Rob then pays homage to Randy as the crowd boo loudly.)

(Randy Valentino is standing in the ring after his match, with Rob Young. The arena lights go off, and the erie bassline from Tool's "Swamp Song" blasts over the PA.)

King: Hey isn't that, not again?

JR: That's William Black's themesong, don’t tell me they’re back again!

(The lights go on again and a cloaked figure, holding a metal chair, is standing in the ring with Valentino and Young)

King: Valentino, watch out for Mr. Black!!
(Valentino looks at Young, who goes towards the cloaked figure. Young is
met by a stiff right hand, and falls to the mat. The cloak then drops to the ground revealing William Black.)

JR: That’s Black, so where’s Ezekiel?

(Ezekiel slides into the ring behind Valentino with a chair. Black points behind Valentino, who turns round to a steel chair in the temple by Ezekiel)

King: YAH! They’ve struck again!

JR: Ezekiel cracked that chair over Valentino’s head, Valentino looks to be in trouble!

(William Black then proceeds hit both Rob Young and Valentino in the back with the chair. He picks Valentino up and hits the Empty Chamber ’03. Ezekiel beckons Black to pick Valentino up)

King: Inquisition!!

(Ezekiel and Black stand in the ring looking satisfied with the carnage caused, they roll out the rind and make their way up the ramp into the back)

JR: Ezekiel and Black seem to be on a mission here tonight.

King: But why are they working together?

JR: Common enemies King, common enemies. The aftermath at Bedlam next week is going to be hellacious!!

(Couch is lying down on a crate in the parking lot.)

Couch: This BMWF completely overworks me.....I can't get a MOMENT'S peace
around here! Maybe I should just go back to working at WWFE......

(We hear the VROOM of an engine and Couch looks up. He suddenly sees the
Eco-Mobile barreling toward him!)

Couch: YAAH!! (Couch jumps off the crate just before the Eco-Mobile crashes
into the crate. The Eco-System steps out of the car.)

Inferno: Aquatic!!! I told you there was a reason we don't let you drive!

Aquatic: Oh, like you've NEVER hit anything in the car!

Mineral: We never have BY ACCIDENT!

Couch: HEY!

(The Eco-System looks at Couch.)

Inferno: What?

Couch: You almost hit me!!!

Aquatic: Uh....so? I didn't actually hit you.

Mineral: Almost is a lot of things, Couch. Howard Dean was ALMOST the
Democratic frontrunner. Pete Best was ALMOST one of the world's most famous
musicians. And of course, Team Beautiful ALMOST beat us at Bedlam Bowl....ok, maybe not
even almost.

Couch: Well, whatever! I'm trying to get my stress levels down! I'm highly
overworked!

Inferno: You know what would lower your stress levels?

Couch: What?

Inferno: Interviewing us.

Couch: NO! Every time I interview you, you end up either trying to kill me,
blowing something up, or driving me crazy with your idiotic cockiness!!!

Eco-System: Heh....yeah.

Couch: Right. (sighs) Well, actually, I was just going to ask you something
anyway. How does it feel to be the hunted?

Inferno: Say what now?

Aquatic: You're hunting us?

Mineral: Wasn't that a movie?

Couch: Yes it was, but NO! I mean now that all of you are established
champions, and no longer just the spunky new kids vying to reach the top.

Inferno: Wow....that was a good question.

Aquatic: Worthy of my own brain.

Mineral: Good job.

Couch: Thanks....WAIT! Answer the question!

Inferno: Was there a question?

Aquatic: If we're the champs?

Mineral: Well, we didn't steal the belts.....

Couch: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO NOT BE THE HUNTERS BUT THE HUNTED, IN A SENSE THAT
IS PURE ANALOGY AND PERTAIN TO YOUR TITLE REIGNS, IN THAT PEOPLE ARE COMING
AFTER YOU FOR YOUR TITLES?!?!?!?

Aquatic: Oh.

Inferno: Why didn't you just say that?

Couch: ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!!!

Mineral: oh. Uh....I guess, if we're the champs, we don't have to win.

Couch: WHAT?

Inferno: Yeah. We just can't lose.

(Couch looks at the Eco-System as they all nod. He collapses to the pavement
and curls up into a little ball, rocking back and forth.)

Couch: Lalalalalalalala..................................

Inferno: There's a Yogi-ism for you.

Aquatic: Sounds good. Let's go inside.

(The Eco-System enters the building.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
Hailing from Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers. A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke. As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke with his brother Chuck following behind him. Tunny is dressed in dirty jeans cut off just below the knees and a white tank top with “Kill or BE Killed” written on the front and “That’s the law of the JUNGLE” written on the back. He fingers the steel chain hooked onto his belt loop as he strides purposefully toward the ring. A few feet before the ring he breaks into a sprint and leaps onto the ring apron. He ducks under the second rope and pulls out the microphone tucked into his belt as Chuck joins him in the ring.)

Tunny: Cut the music!

(The music is turned off.)

Tunny: Alright, Valentino, come on out! I’m gonna smash your *bleep*in’ face in! Your pretty-boy days are over!

(Tunny tosses the mic aside and ignores the crowd’s booing as he waits for Valentino to enter.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

("Enter the Sandmann" plays as Sandmann comes to the stage along with Embalmer. Sandmann downs a few beers as he walks down the stage. Embalmer chugs a jar of embalming fluid. Sandmann lights a cigarette as he crosses over the guardrail, stands on a chair and pours a beer down a moronic fan's gullet. Embalmer starts to pour embalming fluid down the guys throat, but Sandmann stops him before he can cause the fan any harm. Sandmann then enters the ring.)

JR: There's the bell!
Sandmann whips Joe Tunny into the ropes.
The Embalmer pulls down the top rope.
Bart Farinus threatens Sandmann with disqualification.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, Joe Tunny reenters the ring.
The Clodfather comes to ringside.

JR: Sandmann attempts to place Joe Tunny on the turnbuckle, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Sandmann goes for a vertical suplex, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Joe Tunny hits a jawbreaker on Sandmann.
Joe Tunny puts Sandmann in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny whips Sandmann into the ropes.
Joe Tunny catches Sandmann in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Joe Tunny takes Sandmann down with a series of punches.
Joe Tunny covers Sandmann.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny hits neckbreaker on Sandmann.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Joe Tunny uses a jawbreaker on Sandmann.
Joe Tunny whips Sandmann into the turnbuckle.
Joe Tunny charges into the corner, but Sandmann lifts his leg.
Sandmann hits a DDT on Joe Tunny.
The crowd is cheering on Sandmann.
Sandmann gets a choke against the ropes on Joe Tunny.
Bart Farinus warns Sandmann to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Sandmann locks Joe Tunny in a choke against the ropes.
Bart Farinus warns Sandmann to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Sandmann uses a roundhouse right on Joe Tunny.
Sandmann goes for a bodyslam, but Joe Tunny counters it with a small package.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny uses a left jab on Sandmann.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Sandmann with a kick.
Joe Tunny whips Sandmann into the ropes, but Sandmann reverses it.
The Clodfather pulls down the top rope.
Bart Farinus threatens Sandmann with disqualification.
Sandmann goes through the ropes.
Sandmann whips Joe Tunny into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Sandmann nails Joe Tunny with a piledriver.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Sandmann shotguns a can of beer.
Sandmann is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Sandmann takes Joe Tunny down with an elbowsmash.
Bart Farinus counts: 3.
Sandmann gets back into the ring.
Joe Tunny climbs back into the ring.
Sandmann executes the DDT on Joe Tunny.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Sandmann goes for a sleeperhold, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Joe Tunny hits Sandmann with the Running Forearm Smash.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny takes Sandmann down with a belly-to-back suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny executes the Pain Central on Sandmann.
Sandmann is inching his way towards the ropes.
Sandmann is writhing in pain.
The Clodfather enters the ring and breaks the hold.
Bart Farinus calls for the DQ.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny.

*DING DING*

(Suddenly the lights in the building go out. The erie bassline from Tool's "Swamp Song" blasts over the PA.)

King: Hey isn't that...

JR: That's William Black's themesong!

(The lights come back on and in front of Scrappy Joe Tunny and his brother Chuck stands a cloaked figure. The figure is holding a steel chair, waiting in the middle of the ring. Chuck takes a few steps backwards and looks at Scrappy. Scrappy Joe rushes forward to attack but then stops in his tracks as the cloaked figure pulls the cloak off and tosses it to the side.)

King: Hey! That's not William Black! What the?!?

JR: Good question King.

(Unknown to Scrappy Joe and Chuck, Black slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He's brandishing a baseball bat.)

JR: Hey there's William Black! He came from out of the audience!

(Scrappy Joe goes to take a swing at Ezekiel, but he simply points behind both Scrappy Joe and Chuck. Scrappy doesn't turn, however Chuck does and...)

Chuck: Hey Scrap--!!

(Black connects with a swing from the baseball bat, planting it right into Chuck's midsection, and then one more swing across Chuck's back has the man laying face down on the mat... William Black levels the baseball bat menacingly at Scrappy Joe who quickly turns to see what the commotion with his brother is and then...)

THWACK

(Ezekiel cracks the steel chair right across the back of Scrappy Joe's head. Scrappy Joe hits the mat. Ezekiel nudges Scrappy Joe with his foot, rolling him over on his back, and then admires his work for a couple seconds before bringing the chair down on Scrappy Joe's throat, choking him against the mat.)

JR: What's the meaning of this?
King: Remember what happened last week? This is paybacks JR.
JR: You need to get paybacks in the ring... not by using chairs and cheap shotting a man after his match. This just isn't right.
King: It is in the ring, JR. Besides, Scrappy Joe had this coming. He shouldn't have gotten himself involved in that altercation between Black and Eco-System last week on Live.
JR: I disagree. Eco-System are the ones who stuck their noses in the middle of Scrappy Joe's and William Black's business.
King: Scrappy Joe should've known better!
JR: Did you hear any of the words I just said King?
King: No...
JR: Figures...

(William Black has slid outside of the ring and grabbed a mic while Ezekiel continues to choke Scrappy Joe with the chair. Once he has the mic, he slides back inside the ring and looks down at Chuck who is starting to stir...and casually kicks him until he slides outside of the ring and lands on the floor.)

Black: Hey Scrappy... What's up? How's it going man?

(Ezekiel continues to choke Scrappy Joe with the chair. Scrappy Joe squirms in pain.)

Black: What's wrong? Nothing to say to me now? Let him go Ezekiel. I wanna here what he has to say...

(Ezekiel nods and lets Scrappy Joe go. Scrappy Joe rolls over on his stomache, holding his throat. Black leans down next to him with the mic.)

Black: So what have you got to say for yourself Crappy Joe?
Scrappy Joe: F... (gasping for air) You... I'm gonna--
Black: Sorry wrong answer!

(Black stands back up and kicks Scrappy. He picks up the baseball bat again with his free hand...)

Black: Crapster, you're not so tough when the odds are even. You're not so BLEEPing Bad*** without Eco-System to fight your battles for you. You're nothing more then a mere Jobber in a FAIR fight...

JR: I hardly call this Even Odds. Scrappy Joe has just been in a match, and Chuck isn't a wrestler. I hardly call being choked with a steel chair fair fighting.
King: Shut up JR, I want to hear what Black has to say!

Black: Set him up Ezekiel. I want this piece of trash to understand just how big of a hole he dug himself into when he chose to jump me backstage. He needs to understand how big of a mistake it is to pick a fight with me.

(Ezekiel looks at William Black oddly, but then cracks Scrappy across the back twice more with the chair and then tosses it to the side. Ezekiel rolls Scrappy Joe over and grabs his legs, standing above him...)

King: What's he doing? What's this? This doesn't look like any move I know?
JR: I don't think it's a move King. I think he's just positioning Scrappy Joe for a!!! Nooo Black Don't do that!
King: Yes do it!

(Black winds up with the baseball bat and slams it down on Scrappy Joe's groin.)

JR: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW by William Black!
King: And he used a baseball bat!! That hurt me just seeing it! Scrappy Joe's never going to have kids now!

(The crowd almost unanomously groans in awe. Slowly a chant starts forming.)

Capacity Crowd: Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP!

Black: Now there's only one more thing I need to do before I feel satisfied... Something I need to do to set things straight and make Crappy Joe and I on an even playing field from this point out.

(Black paces around the ring, absorbing the capacity crowd's chants. He stops in front of Scrappy Joe and Ezekiel. Scrappy Joe is laying on his side, both hands holding his now smashed groin.)

Black: PICK HIM UP EZEKIEL!

JR: Enough's enough Black. You don't need to do this! He already got the message! He can't even stand up for God's sake!
King: I don't think he has JR, or else William Black would've stopped by now!

(Black heads in the opposite corner as Ezekiel drags Scrappy Joe Tunny to his feet. Ezekiel Irish Whips Tunny towards Black. Black fluidly locks Tunny up and then plants him right back on the mat with an Empty Chamber.)

King: Empty Chamber! Tunny's out cold! I think he's done now.
JR: You think King?

(Black and Ezekiel leave the ring, taking their weapons with them. Scrappy Joe is left laid out, as Chuck slowly slides back in the ring to his fallen brother.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Vernon Vanderbilt and Truck are wandering backstage
when Michael Bole comes up to them.)

Bole: Hey guys! Can I get an interview?

Vernon: How about something better. Michael?

Bole: Like what?

Vernon: Shut your mouth and follow us!

(They walk down a hallway and peek around the corner.)

Truck: They's down there alright.

Vernon: Good. Michael, make sure your cameraman gets
this shot.

(Truck grabs a folding chair from against the wall,
and Vernon slips on his brass knuckles. They then
rush out and make their attack, attempting to catch
their prey off-guard. Their prey turns out to be none
other than White Lightning and The Judge!)

Vernon: You wanna make challenges!?

(Vernon nails White Lightning in the head with the
brass knux as Truck smashes Judge across the back with
the chair. They both proceed to lay a stomping on the
bWo members, pounding them into the ground
mercilessly.)

Vernon: Keep watching tonight, boys. You're going to
get your answer soon enough. (To Bole) You get that?

Bole: Yes.

Vernon: Good! Let's get outta here!

(They make a hasty retreat as the camera zooms in on
the fallen bWo members.)

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Milikenn

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
AJ Stiles nails Tobey Miliken with spinning heel kick.
AJ Stiles is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
AJ Stiles hits Tobey Miliken with a brain buster.
A portion of the crowd is booing AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles holds his hands out like a cross.
A portion of the crowd is cheering AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles goes for rolling clothesline, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken executes a swinging neckbreaker on AJ Stiles.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken whips AJ Stiles into the ropes, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
Tobey Miliken goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but AJ Stiles counters it with
a side suplex.
AJ Stiles whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins trips AJ Stiles.
Jack Slone threatens Tobey Miliken with disqualification.
Jack Slone warns "The Director" Shawn Rollins.
Jack Slone is back on the job.
Tobey Miliken executes a swinging neckbreaker on AJ Stiles.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tobey Miliken uses a missile dropkick on AJ Stiles.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken whips AJ Stiles into the ropes, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
Tobey Miliken nails AJ Stiles with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken goes for a punch to the side of the head, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles uses spinning heel kick on Tobey Miliken.
A portion of the crowd is cheering AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
AJ Stiles takes Tobey Miliken down with a legsweep.
AJ Stiles hits a springboard dropkick on Tobey Miliken.
AJ Stiles takes Tobey Miliken down with a frog splash.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
AJ Stiles whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken takes AJ Stiles down with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits AJ Stiles with a swinging neckbreaker.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken gives the sign for the Director's Choice.
Tobey Miliken executes the Director's Choice on AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles is struggling to reach the ropes.
AJ Stiles summons one last burst of energy.
AJ Stiles submits after 12 seconds.
The cheers for Tobey Miliken are drowning out the boos.

*DING DING*

>>>

JR: Dreadnaught is standing backstage with Bole!

(Dreadnaught is bouncing back and forth as Bole stands to the right of him. Bole looks at Dreadnaught.)

Bole: You look more excited than I have every seen you before!

Dreadnaught: Of course I do, Bole. The Thug has returned to Monday Night Dread-lam! And when I return I do it up right! You see, the streets has missed me Bole! There ain’t a wrestler here that holds it down like I do, and that realness was gone until tonight! I came to bring the pain, and no man will stand in my way!

Bole: Tonight, the unofficial “chairman” of BMWF is your opponent in La Pakka!

Dreadnaught: Chairman? Yeah, he may have a funny mask and a cool dance, but that don’t make him a superstar I my book! In my eyes, he is just another stepping stone. You see, I have been to the top of the mountain. That World Title has been around my waist, and I will have it again. But, I am no longer satisfied with getting just the World Title. See, I spent some time and I am missing one piece of hardware Bole. It is getting to the point where I see it in my dreams!

Bole: I think you are referring to the US title!

Dreadnaught: You got that right Bole. Every other title I am eligible for in this federation has been held by the Dread-daddy, but as I sit in house and contemplate all my accomplishments, I keep coming back to that empty place where the US title should be.

Bole: You have been asking Harry for that shot!

Dreadnaught: See, you understand it all Bole. And he has yet to offer me one bit of an answer! That punk just keeps hiding from the Dread, and with good reason. He knows I will beat him. So Harry, just come down to the ring tonight, and hand me the belt and be done with it! Stop frontin’ and just get to the end of this. The US title is mine, whether you want it to happen or not! And that is a fact. Nothing will change it Harry. So listen to the Thug as I tell you this. I WILL HAVE THAT BELT! And if I have to leave you a broken mess to accomplish that, I WILL! Harry, just keep that in your small country mind!

Bole: Speaking of small mind, he hasn’t realized that his stalker is you!

Dreadnaught: I must have hit that kid harder than I thought. You know, he still don’t know who jacked him! I took the mask off last week son! So, hopefully you are watching this, because that will tip you off at who wants your belt HARRY!

(Dreadnaught smirks into the camera before walking off.)

>>>

(A camera in the parking lot catches Kolic standing, looking at his watch.)

Kolic: Where is she, he’s almost an hour late...

(A limo pulls in beside Kolic, and Kate steps out)

Kolic: Finally, where were you?

Kate: I got stuck in traffic. These roads in Cincinnati are horrible. (Crowd
boos) Ready to advance your career tonight?

Kolic: Oh yeah. I’ve beaten Fujita before, and I will beat him again. You
have the commercial ready for when I win?

Kate: Yes. It was difficult working with the Eco-System; they’re not
exactly...geniuses.

Kolic: True. They can make funny commercials though, which is why I
recommended them.

Kate: I thought it was because you’re both in Prime Time.

Kolic: That’s another reason. By the way, have you seen the house? It’s
huge!

Kate: I’ve seen the shows, but I haven’t been in the house.

Kolic: I’ll have to show you sometime; it’s truly a work of art. That is,
when Inferno and Mineral aren’t putting holes in the floor.

Kate: Haha! Those were the funniest parts of the show. Did you get the
office for me?

Kolic: No, Bruiser still won’t give you an office. However, he was “kind”
enough to give me adjacent locker rooms for a year.

Kate: He didn’t take the bribe?

Kolic: I guess not. I gave him a case of cold ones, I guess he doesn’t like
Mountain Dew.

Kate: I’ll have to make do again. Let’s go inside, I have lots of work to
do.

(Kolic and Kate walk into the arena)

King: WOO-HOO! PUPPIES!

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

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

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA system as a blue mist rises from the
stage. Just as it seems the fireworks are about to go off, the lights go out.)

JR: What the-where's Aquatic?

(After a few seconds of darkness, there is an explosion of blue fireworks
from the turnbuckles. The music plays again and the lights go back on to reveal
Aquatic standing in the ring, belt around waist. her face is covered in blue
makeup.)

King: YAAH! That girl is freaky, and not in the good way!

(She smirks, and grabs a microphone.)

Aquatic: "Always keep your eyes open".....let me tell you, that maxim rings
no truer than for those inhabiting the Woman's Division right now. You see, as
you all have been slowly finding out, I am not content to dominate your fools
physically. Although
my partner Rachel was comfortable in doing that and did it well, I am a
different type of dominant champion. I do not only fight only on a physical level
but a psychological level. So I have little more to say than to simply warn you
all. Prepare to not
merely defend your body, but your mind. Becase on any level, you will
constantly have to prepare to....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!!!

(Aquatic throws down the microphone and bounces off the ropes.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Bristol, TN... weighing in at 130 pounds...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

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

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

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

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

(Rachel walks over to the referee, and kicks off her stilletto heels.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 303 pounds...
Flame... Judge Moody... THE BWO

PA: ALL RISE FOR THE HONORABLE...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as blue and pink pryos go off around the stage. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe and has her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Moody bangs her gavel on all four turnbuckles as The Executioner grabs the mic from the ring announcer. The crowd boos as The Executioner hands Judge Moody the mic.)

Moody: Wow, look at the situation we now have upon us. Two bitter enemies in the same stable, Rachel Pitt and Aquatic, teaming up together to face the bWo icons, Flame and Judge Moody in what is sure to be an epic encounter!

(The crowd cheers.)

Moody: Give me a break! I have never seen a sadder excuse for a soap opera then this! Do you think I actually care about what kind of stupid arguments Rachel Pitt and Aquatic had in the past? Aquatic, Rachel was a cheerleader and was more popular than you, face the facts. Rachel, Aquatic hated you for destroying her work, GET OVER IT! You don't see anyone else having fights about what happened in high-school, do you?

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: But because of this stupid soap opera we have going here, tonight should be an easy match for Flame and I. Aquatic and Rachel Pitt are so pre-occupied with everything else that's going on, that I will be able to end this match pretty quickly. Tonight I will show everyone why I deserve to be the NEXT Women's Champion and if you people don't want to accept that, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her opponents.)

Rachel wastes no time the minute the ref calls for the bell she rushes at Flame, Rachel jumps on the second rope and nails her hard with a missile dropkick. Rachel rolls to the side and jumps up to her feet, stomping Flame until Flame grabs the ropes in order to break away.

Aquatic and Flame lock up and break.
Flame rears back and slaps Aquatic.
Aquatic does not even flinch.

JR: Why isn't Aquatic fighting back? Is it because she's Flame's friend?

(Flame kicks Aquatic in the gut, causing Aquatic to step back but not respond
otherwise.)

King: Well, that never stopped her before!

JR: Look at Aquatic. She's smiling!

Flame jumps up to dropkick Aquatic, but Aquatic sidesteps her.
Flame stands up and chops Aquatic across the chest.
Flame attempts to chop again, but Aquatic grabs her hand.

JR: Flame looks seriously scared right now! Something is not right!

(Aquatic suddenly grabs Flame's neck and begins to choke her out standing.
the ref counts, but Aquatic lets go after 4. Flame steps back.)

JR: This has to be some of the psychological warfare Aquatic was talking
about.

Flame challenges Aquatic to a test of strength.
Aquatic simply walks away to the other side of the ring.
Flame yells at Aquatic to come to her.

King: Now what's this girl doing?!?

(Flame walks over to Aquatic, and Aquatic suddenly spins around and nails
Flame with a spinning heel kick! Aquatic looks at Flame on the ground, but makes
no effort to pin her or follow up with another move.)

JR: Flame is being treated like she was a weak child!

Flame runs to Judge Moody to tag out
Aquatic calmly grabs Flame and Release German Suplexes her.
Aquatic stands up and looks at the lights, twitching a little.

King: JR, even I'm getting scared! What's wrong with Aquatic?

(Aquatic walks over to where Judge Moody is. Moody trash talks to Aquatic,
but Aquatic silently grabs Moody's hair and throws her off the apron.)

JR: WOW! Judge Moody, who is by no means a light woman, just got pushed off
the apron with one hand!

Flame gets back up and scouts Aquatic.
She attempts to nail Aquatic with a kick as she turns around, but Aquatic
simply moves her head to dodge.
Aquatic grabs Flame around the neck and DDTs her hard.

JR: Aquatic has become an amazing defensive wrestler! I can't believe how
little punishment she's taken in such a long time with such few offensive moves!

(Aquatic walks over to Rachel and stares at her. She smiles and sticks her
hand out.Rachel looks at her a little funny, but tags in.)

King: Well, Rachel's in now, JR!

JR: Rachel Pitt uses a drop toehold on Flame.
Rachel Pitt executes a flying headbutt on Flame.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

Rachel pulls Flame up and whips her into the turnbuckle following her in with a shoulder block. Flame falls and Rachel climbs up to the top rope and nails her with a flying splash. Rachel mounts Flame and locks her into a modified chinlock. She wrenches away on Flame, increasing the pressure, as Flame screams in pain. Finally Rachel releases the hold and plants Flame into the mat with a bulldog.

Rachel Pitt goes for the STF, but Flame blocks it.
Flame takes Rachel Pitt down with a punch.
Judge Moody enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Flame and Judge Moody whip Rachel Pitt into the ropes.
They hit Rachel Pitt with a double kick to the midsection.
Aquatic enters the ring and throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Rachel Pitt and Aquatic hit Flame with a double snap suplex.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
Rachel Pitt throws Flame into the turnbuckle.
Rachel Pitt runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Flame lifts her knee.
Rachel Pitt begs off.
Flame tags out to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody and Flame whip Rachel Pitt into the ropes.
They hit Rachel Pitt with a double clothesline.
Judge Moody and Flame whip Rachel Pitt into the ropes.
They hit Rachel Pitt with a double elbowsmash.
Flame leaves the ring.
Judge Moody nails Rachel Pitt with a huricanrana.
Judge Moody covers Rachel Pitt.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt uses a German suplex on Judge Moody.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Rachel Pitt whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt takes Judge Moody down with a drop toehold.

JR: Aquatic's perched on the top rope! Why is that?

King: Maybe she wants to get a better look on the action, JR!

(Aquatic yells something to Rachel, and she immediately kicks Judge Moody in
the gut and snap suplexes her. Rachel tags in Aquatic.)

JR: Moody's getting back up....watch out Moody!

Aquatic comes off the top rope and hurricarans Judge Moody.
Flame comes in, but Aquatic stands up and nails her with a dropkick.
Rachel grabs Flame and throws her out of the ring.

JR: Rachel and Aquatic have taken command now! Aquatic's got Judge Moody by
the hair.

Aquatic yells to Moody: "WELCOME TO THE NEW GENERATION!" and slaps her.
Rachel helps Aquatic pull Moody up, and they execute a double Ice Breaker on
Judge Moody.
Aquatic goes for the cover.

JR: DOUBLE ICE BREAKER! BY GOSH, THAT'S GOT TO BE IT!

Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.

*DING DING*

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

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

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone Smith can be seen
standing on the stage with a microphone in his hand. He is met by a chorus
of boos mixed in with a few cheers from the crowd. He holds up his hand to
quiet the crowd)

Tyrone: It truly comes as no surprise to me dat da spineless coward we call
our Hardcore Champion Da Judge hasn't said not a d@mn word 'bout da warnin'
I laid down to him nearly a week ago. 'Tis absolutely clear to me now dat we
have scum walkin' 'round da BMWF claimin' to be da most Hardcore man in dis
federation. Scum who is too 'fraid to have 'Rone, da Don of Violence, in his
lil' invitational Bar Room Brawl. Judge, if ya didn't hear me da first time,
let me repeat... In two weeks or less, dat title 'round yer waist will
return to its rightful owner.... ME!! I promise ya dat, son.... Whether I
win it from ya or I beat da (beep) out of ya, da belt is mine come March...

(Tyrone drops the mic and walks through the entrance way to the backstage
area)

JR: Strong words from Tyrone, and given his current mental state, I'm sure
the Judge will heed this warning.

(Inside Scotty Scott's locker room, Team Beautiful walk in. Scotty is sitting infront of a mirror staring into it. His glaze is undisturbed by their presents. They look at each other not knowing whether to say anything.)

Scotty: What can I do ya's for?

Rey: Essa, we were wondering what is going on?

Scotty: Goin' on wit what?

Tazan: Well we were curious about the Union.

Scotty: The Union is not in effect right now.

Rey: That is what we wanted to know about. Amigo, the Union was once great. We want to see it come back once more....

Tazan: Greater than ever.

Scotty: Maybe.... Maybe one day.... Now I gotta get muhself ready for what must be done tanight.

Rey: Ya mean with Master Z and Tyrone Smith?

Scotty: That and more....

Tazan: What else?

Scotty: Yer gonna have ta wait and find out what I got in mind.