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

(Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by with "Mr. Showtime"
Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Slim Jim: Vernon, earlier tonight you and Truck were
involved in a brutal attack on...

Vernon: Enough! We'll discuss that at the
appropriate time. Camera person, move a little to the
left please. I want you to get more of my good side.
Now, Jim, anything else you want to discuss?

Slim Jim: Well...

Vernon: Good! I was hoping you'd ask me about
Hardcore Harold and Pain.

Slim Jim: I was...

Vernon: Because I have a little proposition to make
to the two of them right now. You see, in two weeks
we have this little thing happening. It's called No
Way In. Now, I know they're both going to be there,
and I know I'm going to be there, so I figure, why
can't we be there together?

Slim Jim: What do you mean?

Vernon: I mean I'm challenging those two wastes of
sperm to a match. A triple threat match!

Slim Jim: And will you put your title up for grabs?

Vernon: Let's not get carried away here, Jim. I
haven't finished talking about this match yet. You
see, a mere triple threat isn't enough for me. I want
MORE! I want to give these fans DANGER! SUSPENSE!
ACTION! I want to give them something very special,
something befitting a match featuring Yours Truly.
Ladies and gentlemen, Harold, Pain, if you're up to
it, I'd like to make this a SCAFFOLD and LADDERS
MATCH!

Slim Jim: Scaffold and Ladders?

Vernon: Scaffold and Ladders. On top of that, I'll
even put up my Intercontinental Championship, should
anyone prove able to get past me. Harold, if you want
to put your gold up for grabs, then by all means feel
free. Of course, knowing the type of humanoid you
are, I won't hold my breath.

Slim Jim: What on earth could possess you to make
such a dangerous challenge, Vernon?

Vernon: It's very simple, Jim. Number one, I am a
fighting champion. Number two, I have absolutely no
fear whatsoever for those two troglodytes! They are
nothing if not nuisances, and I want to make sure that
I'll get them out of my hair for good. Besides, I've
had a lot of pent up aggression bubbling inside me
lately, and I wanted something really nasty and
hardcore for me to express myself with. Imagine it,
Jim. Bodies falling 15, 20, 25 feet, hurtling to
their doom, lying broken on the cold, hard ground...as
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt claims his rightful
place as Champion of the Continents! These men aren't
fit to represent the washroom at JC Penney's, much
less all the world's continents!

Slim Jim: Very well then. Now, about this bWo
challenge that was laid down last week...

(Vernon looks at his wrist, which is conspicuously
without a watch on it.)

Vernon: Oh my! Look at the time! I really must be
going now! Stay tuned folks! The best is yet to
come!

(Vernon exits.)

Slim Jim: On with the show!

FADE OUT

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

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

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way out to the cheers of the female fans. The walk down towards the ring and stop to talk to some female fans before they enter the ring. One female fan hands Tazan Boy her panties before he leaves. They rush towards the ring and slide under the bottom rope.)

Rey: We come back to the gfreatest wrestling federation in the world for one thing.

Tazan: To get our tag team titles back from Eco System.

Rey: But we failed in doing that.

Tazan: But it was a close match.

Rey: But we still failed. So I have one thing to say.

Tazan: What's that?

Rey: WIlliam Black... You always seem to want to jump on someone... We have no match for No Way In...

Tazan: That is more than one thing to say but I know where you are going with this.

Rey: William Black... Go get a tag team partner and face us at No Way In and let's see how good you really are.

Tazan: But tonight we have the Heavenly Bodies.

Rey: All I have to say about them is this... Our bodies are much better than their's.

Tazan: So true.

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Jim Cornett...
At a total combined weight of 462 pounds...
Buff Badwell... Too Sexy Brian... THE NEW HEAVENLY BODIES

JR: There's the bell!
Too Sexy Brian goes for a choke against the ropes, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro hoists Too Sexy Brian high into the air with a vertical suplex, th
en sends Too Sexy Brian crashing hard to the mat.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Jim Cornett trips Rey Bucanerro.
Al Johnson threatens The New Heavenly Bodies with disqualification.
Al Johnson warns Jim Cornett.
Al Johnson is back on the job.
Rey Bucanerro hits Too Sexy Brian with a spinning leg lariat.
Rey Bucanerro uses a senton on Too Sexy Brian.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian executes a kick to the midsection on Rey Bucanerro.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a kick to the midsection, but Rey Bucanerro
counters it with a dragon screw.
Rey Bucanerro hits a flying dropkick on Too Sexy Brian.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Buff Badwell enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro hit Too Sexy Brian with a double flying dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy nails Too Sexy Brian with a spinning backbreaker.
The crowd is cheering on Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy catches Too Sexy Brian in a front facelock.
Too Sexy Brian tries to escape the hold.
Too Sexy Brian is struggling to reach the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian tries to fight the pain.
Too Sexy Brian grabs the ropes after holding out for 21 seconds.

JR: Tazan Boy seems annoyed by Buff Badwell.

King: Well I don't understand why?

JR: Maybe it is all the posing that Buff is doing. Tazan Boy send Buff into the corner. Tazan Boy distracts the referee as Rey chokes Buff with the tag rope.

King: This is something I have not seen in a while.

JR: Rey is choking the life out of Buff as Tazan Boy lays the boots to the mid-section of Buff.

King: This is illegal!!!!

JR: The referee turns around and Rey has stopped choking Buff.

King: About time.

JR: Tazan Boy makes the tag and Rey comes in. The cross Buff's arms and sling him into the corner chest first and do it once more. This time they release.

King: They are cheating.

JR: Rey and Tazan slide out of the ring and pull the legs out from under Buff.

King: This is bad.....

JR: They post Buff to the steel.

King: Buff is going to sing in a higher pitch now.

JR: Rey and Tazan Boy re-enter the ring..... MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!!!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Tazan Boy.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens up in Firstar Center parking lot. Ignition is going over
the paint job of his Lamborghini Gallardo.)

Ignition: You know, this is a one of a kind paint job. It’s called the
extreme paintjob. It takes the chameleon pain job to a whole new level. You
see, the chameleon paint job only has about ten different coats of paint,
but the extreme, well the extreme has. . .

(Ignition runs his hands over the paint.)

Ignition: Forty-two coats of paint, that’s right, forty-two coats. Usually,
I will have all different colors, so when you walk around it changes, but
this time I used all yellow, and to be honest, this is the best paint job I
have ever done.

(Ignition stops looking at his paint job and then looks at the camera.)

Ignition: What a ride! Anyways, I got a lil something I gotta get off my
chest. You are looking at, what should be, one half of the tag team champs!
That’s right Eco, the “Tag-Team Champs” got beat at their own game by Pain
and I! Can you really live with yourself knowing that you got beat at your
own game Eco? I don’t want your Tag-Title’s Eco, don’t get me wrong. I just
feel like rubbing it in a little that The Best Young Gun, took both of you
out, in your own game, and there was NOTHING you could have done about it!
So, Eco, I will let that stew in those two twisted brains until you two feel
like doing something about it.

(Ignition opens the door of his car and gets in and pops the hood. He gets
out and lifts the hood.)

Ignition: Now, as I sit here and look at this beautiful piece of machinery I
get a feeling of pride. That same feeling was felt when I took Sledge out
for his US title! The same feeling I plan of getting when I take that Gold
Belt away from Tamer. Like I said, I am not cocky, I am confident in my
skills. I know that I can perform better than any wrestle walking god’s
green, and that’s the ever loving truth! Why do I think I can perform better
than anyone else? What makes me so special to be able to think this? There
is one constant in all of my matches. That’s right, the fans. When the fans
are large and in charge during my matches, and I can draw on that, there
isn’t a wrestle in the business can put me down for the three! So Tamer,
tonight when I am razzling and dazzling, and you get a sick feeling in the
pit of your stomach, we will all understand.

(Ignition slides underneath the car.)

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

HEADHUNTER: So here’s the Gold Belt Champion!

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

HEADHUNTER: Ain’t so golden now are we?

(He turns to the camera.)

HEADHUNTER: So many similarities. Just one week ago this was Kurt Dangle,
gold medal winner. This week it’s Tamer, Gold Belt Champion. And they’re
both BLEEPheads.

(The Headhunter drops the chair and stomps Tamer in the head. He drops to
the floor besides Tamer’s head and glares.)

HEADHUNTER: I said that I was going to destroy each and every superstar
until I got to the US Championship, but you pal are a pet project. Your
arrogance is unbelievable, you’re just the Gold Belt Champion, but you think
you’re the greatest of all time. You are the typical American, and that is
why I am going to destroy you! You just became the number one target!

(The Headhunter stands and pushes the camera away. He walks past Tamer and
spits down onto him.)

JR: My God! How unstable is this guy?

(The camera moves in on the bloody Tamer.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

PA: WHAT’CHA GONNA DO WHEN (BLEEP) HITS THE FAN?

(“Bodyguard” by Obie Trice plays through the arena as the word DREAD scrolls across the Bruiser-tron. Dreadnaught emerges from the smoke of the pyro to appear on stage with his arms high in the air. There is a mixed reaction from the fans as he walks down to the ring.)

JR: Dreadnaught has his first return match to Bedlam tonight!

King: And La Pakka is no push-over. This could be good!

(Dreadnaught rolls under the bottom rope and the ref checks his boots. Dreadnaught then leaps up on the second turnbuckle and points out to the fans.)

JR: Dreadnaught and La Pakka are set for battle here!

LILLY: His opponent...
From Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA as La Pakka walks out to the cheers of the fans. He dances down to the ring and once inside the ring he dances over to Dreadnaught. He points to Dreadnaught's chest. When Dreadnaught looks down, he flicks his finger into the face of Dreadnaught.)

Pakka: That is the oldest joke in the book essa. But you know you have fallen for more thna one trick in the past. You fell for the one that Scotty did when he put you through a flaming table last year. You fell for one by letting the bWo hold you back after you came back last year. But now you decided a year later to jump on Scotty... Bad choice. That man has alot of isses in his life right now. You have chosen a bad time essa. But tonight I know what is going to happen. You are going to try and cripple me to get back at Scotty... Bad news for you... Scotty or anyone for that matter is not running the Union. We all still are close but there is no one at the helm. So by trying to do so would not really accomplish much.... Sorry to let you know this.

*DING DING*

JR: Dreadnaught whips La Pakka against the ropes.

La Pakka bounces off, and Dreadnaught leaps over top of him.

Dreadnaught connects with a dropkick as La Pakka springs back off the ropes.

King: That caught him square in the jaw!

JR: Dreadnaught kneels down and delivers several rights to the face of La Pakka!

The ref pulls Dread back.

La Pakka gets up to his feet.

Dreadnaught hits a hard lariat that sends La Pakka again crashing against the mat!

King: La Pakka looks lost out there tonight!

JR: And Dreadnaught is just posing for the fans!

Dreadnaught attempts to place La Pakka on the turnbuckle, but La Pakka
blocks it.
Dreadnaught punches La Pakka.
Dreadnaught kicks La Pakka.
Dreadnaught has the crowd going wild.
Dreadnaught locks La Pakka in a sleeperhold.
La Pakka manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 12 seconds.
Dreadnaught hits La Pakka with a DDT.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught hits La Pakka with an uppercut.
Dreadnaught executes a dropkick on La Pakka.
Dreadnaught throws La Pakka into the turnbuckle.
La Pakka comes back and rocks Dreadnaught with an elbow.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught nails La Pakka with a powerslam.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dreadnaught goes for a dropkick, but La Pakka side-steps and Dreadnaught
only hits air.
La Pakka executes a single-leg takedown on Dreadnaught.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught misses with a kick.
La Pakka hits Dreadnaught with a kick.
La Pakka hits Dreadnaught with a flying spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka has the crowd going wild.
La Pakka takes Dreadnaught down with a senton.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
La Pakka goes for a flying bodypress, but Dreadnaught rolls out of the way.
Dreadnaught hits a dropkick on La Pakka.
Dreadnaught goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but La Pakka counters it with
a punch.
La Pakka kicks Dreadnaught.
La Pakka has the crowd going wild.
La Pakka kicks Dreadnaught.
La Pakka has the crowd going wild.
La Pakka takes Dreadnaught down with a flying cross body press.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka nails Dreadnaught with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka executes a flying bodypress on Dreadnaught.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka takes Dreadnaught down with an armdrag takedown.
La Pakka kicks Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught hits La Pakka.
The crowd erupts.

JR: Dreadnaught whips La Pakka into the turnbuckle.

Dreadnaught slams into La Pakka with a clothesline.

King: La Pakka just got crushed!

JR: Dreadnaught grabs the head of La Pakka and climbs up the turnbuckle.

King: La Pakka is not in a good situation!

JR: Dreadnaught delivers a Tornado DDT.

Dreadnaught goes for the cover.

1…2…foot on the rope!

JR: Dreadnaught pulls La Pakka off of the turnbuckle.

Dreadnaught hooks La Pakka up for the Dread-bomb.

La Pakka blocks and hits a backdrop.

Dreadnaught lands on his feet.

King: La Pakka doesn’t know he landed.

JR: Dreadnaught connects with a superkick as La Pakka turns his head.

Dreadnaught with a cover.

1…2…kick out!

Dreadnaught kicks La Pakka.
La Pakka hits Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught punches La Pakka.
La Pakka kicks Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught punches La Pakka.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught whips La Pakka into the ropes.
Dreadnaught goes for a bodyslam, but La Pakka counters it with a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught misses with a kick.
La Pakka hits Dreadnaught with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka nails Dreadnaught with a powerslam.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
La Pakka uses a spinning leg lariat on Dreadnaught.
La Pakka covers Dreadnaught.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
La Pakka executes the Twisting Bodyblock on Dreadnaught.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
La Pakka uses a flying dropkick on Dreadnaught.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka whips Dreadnaught into the ropes.
Dreadnaught almost takes La Pakka's head off with a clothesline
Dreadnaught sets up La Pakka on the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught hits a superplex on La Pakka.
The crowd is giving Dreadnaught a standing ovation.

JR: Dreadnaught and La Pakka are exchanging punches in the center of the ring.

Dreadnaught hits a knee lift.

Dreadnaught grabs the head of La Pakka and hooks him for a suplex.

King: La Pakka crashes against the mat.

JR: Dreadnaught points to the top rope before springing up to the corner.

Dreadnaught points at La Pakka.

King: I think it’s time for a hangover!

JR: Dreadnaught connects with the LA Hangover.

Dreadnaught hooks La Pakka’s leg.

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

JR: Dreadnaught returns in victorious fashion!

(Dreadnaught stands on the second turnbuckle and celebrates as “Bodyguard” plays through the arena.)

>>>

(We cut to a door with a star on it saying "Master Z". Under the star there
is a note, held there by a knife. We pan in and read it:

"Dearest Master Z,
Now, I know the last thing you would ever dare to do is interfere in My
business, but I have become concerned over the past couple weeks. I have begun
to think that perhaps you still show some loyalty to the latest incarnation of
the Brotherhood, and therefore, The Child. I urge you to remain out of My
business with The Child, and to spread the word to others to follow suit. Do not
concern yourself otherwise....I am not coming to challenge for your title,
only making sure that there is to be no blockade when H.H. takes his revenge.
Take care....

With deadly sincerity,
V.

P.S. Belated congratulations on your World Title win, I almost forgot."

The camera zooms out.)

Fade...

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing his stars and stripes singlet. He flexes his neck then walks to the ring as red, white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

JR: There's the bell!
The Headhunter nails Kurt Dangle with a punch.
The Headhunter takes Kurt Dangle down with a running powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
The Headhunter almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a flying clothesline
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
The Headhunter hits a jumping DDT on Kurt Dangle.
The Headhunter is being booed out of the building.
Joe Gomer comes to ringside.

JR: The Headhunter goes for a piledriver, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle goes for a front facelock, but The Headhunter counters it with
a backdrop.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The Headhunter is being booed out of the building.
The Headhunter takes Kurt Dangle down with a fallaway slam.
The Headhunter uses a splash on Kurt Dangle.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The Headhunter is being booed out of the building.
The Headhunter nails Kurt Dangle with a sidewalk slam.
The Headhunter nails Kurt Dangle with a fallaway slam.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
The Headhunter hits a splash on Kurt Dangle.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Headhunter catches Kurt Dangle in a bearhug.
Kurt Dangle is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Kurt Dangle is struggling to reach the ropes.
Kurt Dangle manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 17 seconds.
The Headhunter punches Kurt Dangle.
The Headhunter further incites the crowd.
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle misses with a clothesline.
The Headhunter misses with a kick.
Kurt Dangle hits The Headhunter with a kick.
Kurt Dangle executes a stomp on The Headhunter.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headlock takedown, but The Headhunter counters it with
a back suplex.
The Headhunter uses a sidewalk slam on Kurt Dangle.
The Headhunter hits a jumping DDT on Kurt Dangle.
The Headhunter throws Kurt Dangle into the turnbuckle, but Kurt Dangle
reverses it.
The Headhunter comes back, but is met with an elbow.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headlock takedown, but The Headhunter throws him off.
The Headhunter hoists Kurt Dangle high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Kurt Dangle crashing hard to the mat.
The Headhunter is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
The Headhunter smacks Kurt Dangle with a devastating flying clothesline .
The Headhunter uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Kurt Dangle.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter uses a flying headbutt on Kurt Dangle.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
The Headhunter almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a flying clothesline
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Kurt Dangle
counters it with a punch.
Kurt Dangle takes The Headhunter down with a waistlock suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes... Joe Gomer knocks The Headhunter's
foot off the rope... three.
A few fans are cheering on Kurt Dangle.

*DING DING*

("The Director" Shawn Rollins is walking to Tobey's locker room with two
lattes. Suddenly the Eco-System comes out of nowhere and nail Shanw with two
baseball bat shots, knocking him out.)

Inferno: Come on.

(Inferno and Mineral walk over to Tobey's locker room where they knock on the
door. Tobey opens the door.)

Mineral: SURPRISE, BIOHAZARD!

(Mineral nails Tobey in the head with a baseball bat shot,knocking him back.
Mineral walks over to Tobey and spreads his legs out.)

Inferno: BATTER UP, PUNK!

(Inferno nails Tobey in his nether region with the baseball bat. Tobey
screams in pain.)

Inferno: You tried our patience punk....(Mineral handcuffs Tobey's hands
behind his back.)...now you're going to have to pay...(Mineral cuffs Tobey's feet
together.)...this was inevitable.

Mineral (pulls a sledgehammer out of his pants while Inferno holds Tobey up.)
You've earned this....(Mineral swiftly and violently swings the sledgehammer
into Tobey's face, busting him open on impact.)

JR: MY GOSH! COME ON MINERAL!!!

(Inferno drops Tobey, leaving him screaming in pain and bloody.)

Inferno: Keep screaming......looks like your movie star face is a little
messed up now, huh? Serves you right not heeding our warnings....Mineral, take out
the trash.

(Mineral picks up the bloody and cuffed Tobey and throws him into the trash
can. They put the garbage lid on and lock the sides on. The Eco-System leaves,
allowing us only to hear the muffled screams of Tobey inside the trash can.)

FADE

(Rachel is walking dominantly through the back with a look on sheer anger on her face. Heading straight towards the Tyrone's locker room, Rachel stops in front of the door and tries to enter but the door is locked so she begins to pound furiously on the door.)

Rachel: SARAH! YOU GET YOUR @$$ OUT HERE! THIS ISN'T OVER! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST FLY IN HERE AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME LIKE THAT! WELL YOU'RE WRONG! VERY WRONG!

(Getting no response, Rachel gets even more upset and begins pounding on the door. She is flailing her limbs at the but still recieves nothing. She eventually gives up, and tears begin to roll down her face.)

Rachel: Tyrone, if you can hear me, I want you to understand that I still love you. Please don't believe any of those lies that this <beep> is feeding to you. Will you please come out and we can talk about it?

(She listens carefully but there are no sounds from the door.)

Rachel: Please....I love you....

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

William Black

(Swamp Song by Tool plays over the PA system as William Black makes his way down the entrance ramp first, carrying a mic. He stops in the middle of the ring, receiving a mixed reaction from the audience. Some of booing him, some are cheering him. When the crowd dies down enough for him to speak and be heard, he puts the mic to his mouth, ready to talk.)

King: I wonder what he's going to say before this match with Truck.
JR: Maybe he's going to talk about what happened last week.

Black: Ladies and gentlemen, if I could just have your attention for just a moment, I do have some really important things to address. (Some of the crowd starts booing, and some of the crowd starts cheering.) ....... Your attention please?

King: He sure is polite.

Black: Shut the Hell up! I said I need your attention to address a few things!!

(The boos are becoming even more deafening)

King: I take that back!

Black: Alright FINE! I was just going to remind everybody what happened to Scrappy Joe earlier! (Some of the boos are turning into cheers.) I mean, lets face it... I DID hit him in the balls with a baseball bat! (More of the boos are turning to cheers... slowly a chant starts forming. Black holds the mic over the edge of the ropes, picking it up and playing to it.)

Chant: Ouch that hurt! Ouch that hurt! Ouch that hurt! Ouch that hurt!

Black: Yeah, it looked painful... But you know, I think Scrappy Joe Tunny might've learned his lesson after that. He should've known better then to mess with me, but just in case he didn't, I'm going to show a replay of what happened... Production Crew... do your thing.

(The image on the Bruisertron shifts back to earlier when Ezekiel is holding Scrappy Joe. Black has a baseball bat. Mercilessly, he swings the bat down on the lower extremities of Joe Tunny. The footage on the Bruisertron slows down just before impact, then it rewinds and plays it twice more before stopping on the view of Tunny's face afterwards.)

Chant: Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP! Holy BLEEP!

Black: Yeah. Holy Bleep! That's what happens when you cross my path. Tunny doesn't have the nuts, I mean guts, to try it again. (Black laughs a little bit as the crowd cheers.)

JR: That replay was just uncalled for.

KING: That's right! This is a family show! They shouldn't say "Holy Bleep!" It might cost us $27,000 per station that carries the BMWF!

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

Truck

P.A.: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play over the arena's
sound system, Truck steps out to the top of the ramp.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde is right behind him. Truck
raises his fist in the air and smiles at the crowd.
They make their way to the ring, and Truck enters,
heading to his corner to await the start of the
match.)

JR: There's the bell!
William Black hits Truck.
William Black is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
William Black kicks Truck.

JR: Black with a left! Truck with a right! Black with a left! Truck with a right! Truck with another right!.Irish Whip from Truck sends Black into the ropes. Black holds onto the top rope as Truck telegraphs for a Backdrop. Black with a kick to the face stands Truck upright. William Black drops to a knee and punches Truck in the guts with a solid left hand. The big man is doubled over. Black bounces off the ropes and hits Truck with a hard left hand to the side of the head. Truck drops to his knees. Black with a knee to the chin and Truck hits the mat back first.
King: I wonder if this is what he meant by being efficient?
JR: I think so King. William Black's offense has become more focused, more selective...
King: More efficient!
JR: That too!

William Black uses a gutwrench suplex on Truck.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black uses a spinebuster slam on Truck.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black whips Truck into the ropes.
Truck misses with an elbow.
Truck hits William Black with a kick.
Truck hoists William Black high into the air with a backdrop, then sends William
Black crashing hard to the mat.
Truck hits a scoop slam on William Black.
Truck executes a shoulderblock on William Black.
Truck puts William Black in a bearhug.
William Black is inching his way towards the ropes.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black tries to escape the hold.
William Black is inching his way towards the ropes.
William Black reaches the ropes after being trapped for 26 seconds.
Truck runs into the ropes.
William Black takes Truck down with a drop toehold.
William Black executes a fist to the midsection on Truck.
William Black throws Truck out of the ring.
Len Stanley counts: one, two, three, Truck reenters the ring.

JR: A series of punches from William Black has Truck wobbling on his feet. Black goes for a Bodyslam. Wait it looks like he had trouble picking him up... No Bodyslam from William Black.
King: Yeah, Truck is a big guy. He's 350lbs.
JR: A hard right hand from Truck puts Black down on the mat. William Black might've hurt his back after trying that Bodyslam.
King: I think Truck got that idea too. Look at how he's just stomping away on him.
JR: Black finally manages to make it to the ropes before the referee pulls Truck away from the assault.

(Black slides outside the ring. He paces halfway around the ring holding his lower back while the referee administers the count.)

JR: Black climbs back up on the apron, ready to climb into the ring. Truck gets ahold of him. Black breaks the hold. William Black drops from the apron to the floor, dropping Truck throat first on the top rope.
King: How Cheap! I like it!

(Truck staggers back into the middle of the ring, holding his throat. William Black slides in under the bottom rope.)

JR: William Black sizes Truck up! Blacklock! Blacklock! The big man's struggling to get out of the hold!
King: Truck's not going very far. Maybe he's out of gas! Ha!
JR: Truck has almost stopped struggling. You may be right King. Black really has that hold locked in. Referee (insert referee name) is checking to see if it's a choke or not. The referee says it's not a choke, so William Black is allowed to continue applying the hold. What do you think King?
King: I think he should've used a choke.
JR: Figures. It would seem to me though that there's no way William Black can compete with Truck's strength, so wearing him down with a submission hold should be a sound strategy.The referee asks Truck if he wants to quit. Truck refuses to give up. Black breaks the hold. Irish Whip from William Black sends Truck into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER!
King: That shook the ring!
JR: Black hooks the leg and goes for the cover. One! Two! Thr--No! Truck just barely managed to get the shoulder up!

William Black punches Truck.
Truck hits William Black.
Truck hits a spinebuster on William Black.
Truck gets a bearhug on William Black.
William Black manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 7 seconds.
Truck whips William Black into the ropes.
Truck hits William Black with a backdrop.
Truck is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Truck throws William Black into the turnbuckle, but William Black reverses it.
William Black runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Truck lifts his knee.
Truck executes a spinebuster on William Black.
Truck nails William Black with a double ax handle chop.
Truck nails William Black with a Samoan Drop.
Truck gives the sign for the Crawdad Claw.
Truck executes the Crawdad Claw on William Black.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black tries to escape the hold.
William Black is inching his way towards the ropes.
William Black is writhing in pain.
Len Stanley asks William Black if he's had enough.
William Black shakes his head.
Len Stanley checks William Black's arm.
He lifts it... it stays up !
William Black fights his way to the ropes after 19 seconds.

Truck hits William Black.
Truck kicks William Black.
Truck acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Truck smacks William Black with a devastating clothesline .
Truck raises his fist in the air.
Truck acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Truck runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Truck with a shoulderblock.
William Black hits neckbreaker on Truck.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.

JR: Black with a left hand! Truck with a Right! Black with another left! And Another! And Another! One more left hand and Truck is against the ropes! Irish Whip from Black! No! Truck reverses! Black with a quick Drop Toehold on Truck! Truck is draped across the bottom rope!
King: Now that's quick thinking!
JR: William Black slides outside of the ring and hits Truck with a massive left hand!

(Black enters the ring again. He stomps on Truck two more times and then strikes a pose for the crowd, receiving a mixed reaction.)

JR: William Black whips Truck into the turnbuckle.
William Black goes for a bodyslam, but Truck counters it with an elbowsmash.
Truck uses a spinebuster on William Black.
Truck acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

Truck hoists William Black high into the air with a backdrop, then sends William
Black crashing hard to the mat.
Truck is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black pulls off the turnbuckle pad while the ref is distracted. He Irish
whips his opponent into the exposed turnbuckle.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.

JR: Truck with a Bodyslam! No! William Black slides out of the back! Blacklock!!! No! Truck puts a stop to that with an elbow to the guts! And another elbow! A third elbow does the trick. William Black breaks the hold! Truck with a HUGE Right--Black ducks and goes for the Blacklock again! Truck counters with an Elbow to the side--Black ducks out of the way! Referee (insert referee's name) gets hit with the elbow by accident! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber! William Black with the Empty Chamber!
King: No not the Empty Chamber! Cheat! You ALWAYS cheat when the referee is unconscience!
JR: Black hooks the leg! It's got to be at least a 7 count!

(William Black finally realizes that the referee is out cold. He gets up and goes over to the referee, trying to wake him back up. He drags the referee over and goes for the pin again. A groggy referee administers the count.)

JR: One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up! A gut check from Truck forces him to get the shoulder up!
King: It was a slow count! This match should be over now!
JR: The referee was out cold, King. You can't expect him to be completely there.
King: Sure I can!

JR: Truck is on his feet. He's got his second wind! Truck has the advantage after a series of punches! Black reverses momentum with a kick to the gut. William Black hooks Truck up for a Verticle Suplex. Truck isn't budging.
King: I don't think he'll get him up. Remember, he couldn't get him up with the Bodyslam. What an idiot!
JR: A knee to the stomache from Black. Black tries the Verticle Suplex again! He's got him up this time! Truck crashes to the mat by way of Verticle Suplex. I think Truck's as surprised as we are King!
King: I don't think anybody has ever Verticle Suplexed him before! I'd be surprised too!

William Black executes an inside cradle on Truck.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

JR: Irish Whip from Truck sends Black into the corner! Truck charges in with a full head of steam! William Black just barely manages to get out of the way!

(Black slides out of the way, leaving Truck to crash into the turnbuckles chest first)

King: Moron!
JR: Black slams Truck face first into the turnbuckle! And Again! And Again! And Again! The crowd is counting along with him!

CROWD: Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

JR: William Black once again with the Blacklock!
King: Again?!? He needs to learn some new moves soon!
JR: He's got The Blacklock in tight! Truck is struggling to get free! He's trying to reach the ropes! William Black pulls him back towards the middle of the ring! Truck is fading fast. The big man drops to a knee.
King: He's not going to get out of it this time, JR!
JR: Black has all of the advantages here! Black forces Truck down on the mat with the submission hold still locked in! Truck's in all kinds of trouble! The referee is in position! Is he gonna tap out?!
King: He needs too!

JR: Yes! Truck is tapping! He can't take anymore! The referee calls for the bell! This match is over. William Black defeats Truck with the Blacklock!

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room. Next to him on the left side, wearing a bWo muscle shirt, is The Executioner. On his right side, wearing a bWo shirt and the BMWF Hardcore title around his waist, is The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, last week on Bedlam you and the rest of the bWo issued a challenge out to Prime Time, saying that whatever stable wins, that a stipulation of their choosing will go into effect. Last week on Bedlam, you announced your stipulation, saying that if the bWo beats Prime Time, then the bWo will get to tape an episode of the Prime Time Show in the Prime Time mansion.

Judge: Yes Michael, but the reason that the bWo issued that challenge is because we know the fans are tired of seeing that crap Prime Time calls a "TV show!" Honestly, who really cares what kind of mascara Vernon Vanderbilt prefers or what Mineral does at night, what the fans really want to see is the B...W...O!

Bole: Tonight we will get to see a little preview of that match, if Prime Time accepts, when you and The Executioner team up to face the Tag Team Champs, the Eco-system in a non-title match!

Judge: The Eco-system are so lucky that tonight's match is non-title, because I was thinking of adding another tag title reign on my resume! But tonight isn't about the Tag Team titles, it's about showing all the Jury and bWo-ites right here in Cincinnati, Ohio exactly why the bWo is better than Prime Time, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as Michael Bole turns toward The Executioner.)

Bole: Executioner, last week the Eco-system viciously attacked you for throwing them out of the Bar Room Brawl match The Judge was in at the Bedlam Bowl. Do you plan on getting a little payback tonight?

Executioner: Of course Bole! The Eco-system thinks that they can get away with attacking me from behind, just because I'm not on the active roster right now, but when they saw the schedule, they must have made in their pants! Tonight The Eco-system better PREPARE...TO...BE...EXECUTED!

(The Executioner walks off as the camera fades.)

>>>

(White Lightning is coming out of the break room and walking down the hallway
when he is suddenly jumped by the Eco-System! Inferno takes a lead pipe out
and begins to start choking out White Lightning with it.)

Mineral: Shouldn't have stepped away from Big Kev...(laughs) What,did you
think we had forgotten about your two little attacks? There is no more deserving
candidate on our Hate List than the Career Killer. (pulls out a pair of brass
knuckles.) Consider
is a compliment....after all, you are one of the great heels, and imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery.

(Mineral rears back and hits the choking White Lightning in the head with
brass knuckles multiple times. Inferno drops White Lightning, leaving him
coughing and bloody.)

Inferno: Don't worry, Big Brother Kev will be around to pickup your remains.
As for now, we take our leave.

(The Eco-System walks off, leaving White Lightning's bloody visage on the
Bruisertron.)

FADE

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

Led to the ring by Aquatic...
At a total combined weight of 491 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Inferno... Mineral... ECO-SYSTEM

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

(Evanesence's "Bring Me To Life" plays over the PA system as a blue mist
rises from the ramp. There is a flash of blue fireworks, and the Eco-System comes
out to tremendous boos. They laugh at the audience as they walk down the ramp,
cupping their hands
to their ears to encourage the boos. Mineral slides into the ring, followed
closely by Inferno and Aquatic.)

Mineral: (taking a mike) Well, well, well. If I may say so myself, it is my
huge DISPLEASURE to have to wrestle here tonight in front of you unshaven
slobs. (Crowd boos) I'm telling you, you people always remind me why I am a
wrestler, and not just some
drunken fan screaming at the events.But anyway, we want to talk to not only
you biohazards, but everyone in the locker room about something that's been
bothering us. Inferno? (toses his brother the mike)

Inferno: (catches it) Thanks man. See, the thing is, we're the BMWF Tag Team
Champions, and last time I checked, that makes us two of the best wrestlers in
the world. We have as much right to be cocky as anyone else. But lately,
especially with the newbies....it just seems like everybody's too SERIOUS. I mean,
people don't just talk anymore....everybody talks just to insult or tell
everyone about their Big Time News. It just feels like everything everyone says is
in character, like it's all badly scripted. I truly doubt that when the
cameras are off, Randy is still talking about his good looks, or Tobey is talking
about his movie career.

Aquatic: (taking the mike) May I add something here, before you get too
long-winded?

Inferno: Yeah, sure honey.

Aquatic: Thank you. I also notice that whenever we see a top tier type guy,
everything they do is With A Purpose. Come on guys! When Lowedown comes out of
his car and walks with his face etched in thought, how does JR KNOW he's
thinking about his match?
He's probably thinking about the gas mileage he got on the way here! And when
Tyrone Smith tells Michael Bole he doesn't want an interview, why does King
have to butt in "He's going to unleash a fit of anger, JR, I can feel it!" I'd
give 10-to-1 odds it'
because Tyrone has to use the bathroom, and he doesn't want Bole staring him
down while he utilizes the urinal! Heck, if the cameras caught Master Z on the
toilet, I bet someone would say "Master Z Excreting With A Purpose here
tonight!"

(Inferno and Mineral are doubled over laughing, along with some members of
the crowd.)

Aquatic: What's so darn funny?

Mineral: (taking the mike back) You are. Seriously, that's great. Anyhoo,
tonight we ask everyone backstage and watching at home to just CHILL OUT! I think
everyone around here could use some kind of stress relief, like a blow-up
Bop-It clown or somethi
.

(Inferno whispers soemthing into Mineral's ear.)

Mineral: Oh right. We....um....haven't mentioned Judge and Executioner.
right. Well, they're on our Hate List for....stuff....wait, we checked Executioner
off, right? (Inferno and Aquatic shrug.) The clipboard's backstage...either of
you got the used na
in backup? No? Oh well....well, we're gonna win because......we rock. Yeah.
So....rah team.

Inferno: (into mike) THAT'S JUST THE LAW OF THE ECO-SYSTEM!

Mineral: Dude, I didn't give the set-up.

Inferno: Really? Aquatic, didn't he...

Aquatic: No.

Inferno: Darn.

Mineral: Um....yeah. Uh....er....Aquatic, can you think of a way to end this
promo that's not ridiculously awkward?

Aquatic: How about this....(grabs mike)...The Eco-System's going to wrestle
now, like they actually get paid to do. How's that?

Mineral: Good 'nuff. IF YOU FEEL IT, SAY IT....

Crowd/Eco-System: ECO-LIFE!!

Their opponents...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 230 pounds...
The Judge
His partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 380 pounds...
The Executioner

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

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down to the ring, high-fiving the fans as they walk down the ramp. They both enter the ring and The Judge raises the BMWF Hardcore title in the air as The Executioner grabs the mic from the ring announcer.)

Executioner: Eco-system, it's time for you to pay the price for sneak-attacking me! If you two thought you could get away with it just because I'm a bodyguard now, you two better think again! Tonight not only am I going to beat you down and pin you, but I'm going to humiliate you also, just like I humiliated you at the Bedlam Bowl when I tossed you both out of the Bar Room Brawl!

(The Executioner hands The Judge the mic.)

Judge: Eco, you two have been walking around lately, claiming to be part of one of the best stables of all time. But since I don't see your names on one of the bWo's limo seats, I don't know what the hell you guys are talking about! The bWo has been, and always will be the most dominant and feared stable in the BMWF! Tonight The Executioner and I will prove exactly why the bWo is still on top today, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge tosses the mic down and waits for The Eco-system.)

JR: There's the bell!

Inferno and Executioner lock up.
Inferno runs Executiojner into the corner and starts pounding on his head.
Executioner is attempting to protect his face at no avail.

JR: Inferno taking the fight to Executioner right away here!

(The referee admonishes Inferno for using a closed fist, but Inferno ignores
himand starts driving his shoulder into Executioner's gut.)

King: Inferno doesn't care about the rules that much, does he?

JR: NOOOO! REALLLYY???

Inferno begins punching Executioner in the face again.
The referee pulls Inferno off and admonishes him.
While the referee is distracted, Aquatic runs up behind Executioner and
low-blows him.

King: That's the Eco-System for you, no wasted motion!

(Inferno walks over to Executioner and neckbreakers him out of thecorner. He
goes for the cover, but only gets a one-count.)

JR: Smart strategy to go for the cover early by Inferno, getting Executioner
to expend energy!

Inferno walks over to Judge and begins trash-talking with him.
The ref is telling Inferno to go back to Executioner.
While the ref is talking to Inferno, Mineral sneaks up behind Judge and pulls
him down, cauing Judge to smack his head on the mat.

JR: Inferno is simply using himself to constantly distract the ref,allowing
the other members of the Eco-System to get involved!

(The Executioner charges Inferno, but Inferno simply flips him with an
armdrag. Executioner rolls ut of the ring, while Inferno stands in ring, soaking up
the crowd's boos.)

King: The Eco-System absorbs boos like they were sunrays! HA HA!

JR: Inferno kicks The Executioner.
Inferno is being booed out of the building.
Inferno hits The Executioner.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Inferno kicks The Executioner.
The Executioner kicks Inferno.
The Executioner throws Inferno out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, Inferno
reenters the ring.
The Executioner nails Inferno with a big boot to the face.
The Judge enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mineral enters the ring and throws The Judge out of the ring.
Inferno and Mineral whip The Executioner into the ropes.
They hit The Executioner with a double clothesline.
Mineral leaves the ring.
Inferno goes for a spear, but The Executioner counters it with a DDT.
The Executioner tags out to The Judge.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Inferno into the ropes.
The Judge and The Executioner hit Inferno with a double clothesline.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Inferno into the ropes.
They hit Inferno with a double fist to the midsection.
The Executioner leaves the ring.
The Judge executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Inferno.
The Judge hits a piledriver on Inferno.
The Judge seemingly enjoys the boos.
The Judge hits Inferno with a legdrop.
The Judge smacks Inferno with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge whips Inferno into the ropes.
The Judge hits Inferno with an elbow.
The Executioner enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mineral enters the ring and throws The Executioner out of the ring.
The cheers for Mineral are drowning out the boos.
Inferno and Mineral whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double clothesline.
Mineral leaves the ring.
Inferno uses a snap suplex on The Judge.
Inferno tags out to Mineral.
Mineral and Inferno whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double fist to the midsection.
Inferno leaves the ring.
Mineral uses a belly-to-belly suplex on The Judge.
Mineral hits The Judge with a belly-to-belly suplex.
The crowd is wildly cheering Mineral with only a few scattered boos audible.
Mineral goes for an arm bar, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge tags out to The Executioner.
The Executioner and The Judge whip Mineral into the ropes.
They hit Mineral with a double backdrop.
The Judge leaves the ring.
The Executioner goes for a powerbomb, but Mineral counters it with a backdrop.
Mineral mimes a globe and goes "The World is ours!".
The crowd is vociferously booing Mineral.
Mineral catches The Executioner in a Boston crab.
The Executioner makes it to the ropes after 9 seconds.

(William Black and Ezekiel come running down towards the ring. Black is carrying his baseball bat and Ezekiel still has his chair.)

King: Not again! Here come Ezekiel and William Black for the THIRD TIME TONIGHT!
JR: And they're making a beeline for Eco-System. Referee hasn't seen them!
King: Inferno hasn't seen them either! Look out Inferno!

CRACK

(Ezekiel hits Inferno across the back with the steel chair, dropping him off of the ring apron and onto the concrete floor. Both Ezekiel and William Black hit Inferno a few more times with their weapons before backing away from the ring. They both just stand there at the entrance ramp, having left Inferno spread eagle on the ground.)

JR: This is just wrong!
King: Shut up and call the match!

(Mineral looks confused for a few seconds, wondering where Inferno is. Soon enough, he sees his partner laid out cold on the concrete with both Ezekiel and Black standing by the entrance ramp in front of the ring)

JR: Mineral's distracted by the presence of William Black and Ezekiel!

King: He's more distracted about not having a partner on the apron! Executioner needs to capitalize here!

JR: Mineral puts The Executioner in a Boston crab.
The Executioner tries to escape the hold.
The Executioner is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Executioner makes it to the ropes after holding out for 14 seconds.
Mineral tags out to Inferno.
The Judge enters the ring and lays out Mineral.
The Executioner and The Judge whip Inferno into the ropes.
They hit Inferno with a double clothesline.
The Judge leaves the ring.

Mineral catches Judge with a boot to the gut, followed by a DDT.
Mineral runs to the ropes and catches Judge with a leg drop to the back of
the head.
Mineral is taunting the Executioner.

JR: I don't know how smart it is of Mineral to taunt the Executioner...

(Executioner tries to get in the ring, but the ref stops him. While the
referee is distracted, MIneral pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and nails the
Judge in the head. He immediately hides the knuckles as the ref turns around.)

King: Very smart! HA HA!

JR: The Eco-System just manipulating everyone here!

Mineral slingshots Judge into the Eco-System's corner.
Mineral puts Judge on the top rope.
Mineral tags Inferno in.

King: What are they doing here, JR?

(Outside the ring, making sure the referee is distracted with the in-ring
action first, Aquatic grabs Executioner's leg and pulls him down face-first into
the steel steps.)

King: Ouch! Executioner looks like he's knocked out!

JR: Look back at the Eco-System!

The Eco-System climbs to the top rope.
The Eco-System grabs Judge and execute the Nature's Fury off the top rope.
The crowd gasps on impact.

JR: NATURE'S FURY OFF THE TOP! THAT'S GOTTA BE IT!

Inferno covers Judge and hooks the leg.

Joe Finch counts: One, two...Executioner enters the ring and hits Inferno with the Gave.
Joe Finch disqualifies The Judge.
The crowd is wildly cheering Inferno with only a few scattered boos audible.

*DING DING*

(The Executioner grabs Inferno and nails him with The Execution as The Judge whips Mineral into the steel steps on the outside of the ring!)

JR: C'mon now, the match is over!

(The Judge grabs a bWo t-shirt from ringside and enters the ring. He stands over Inferno, bad-mouthing him, and then lays the bWo t-shirt over his face. The Judge and The Executioner hold up the Wolfpac signs as they make their way to the back.)

(Up on the Bruisertron Shawn and Tobey are standing outside the arena laughing)

Tobey: HEY INFERNO, how's the head. I think I have already proved to Kolic that you don't mess with the "Movie Star". But I am a bit afraid that you haven't gotten it into your thick skull yet.

Shawn: I don't know if your stupid or just plain stubborn. But that all doesn't matter now. After all what's done is done. But just in case the people at home didn't see what happened last Friday at LIVE, could I have the boy's in the truck roll the tape.

(The tape rolls and we see Tobey Miliken entering the ring and attacking Inferno with the wooden directors chair smashing it over his head.)

Shawn: That was so funny, let's see it again shall we.

(The tape rolls again)

Shawn: AND ONE MORE TIME. This time with the different angles.

(This time the tape rolls and it shows Tobey smashing the chair from three different views. One up close, a second from the announcing table and a third from a right angle)

Shawn: Tobey I think it's official. YOU'RE A HIT here in the BMWF.

(Tobey and Shawn laugh)

Tobey: But that's not the reason we are addressing you Inferno. You see earlier tonight when you came here to this stink hole town of Cincinnati Ohio.
(The crowd boo's and hisses)

Tobey: Myself and Mr.Rollins were in the parking lot. Let's roll that beautiful footage shall we.

(We see once again the beginning of the show where the Eco-System arrives and Shawn and Tobey come out of hiding.)

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

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

Tobey: BRING THE TRUCK IN.

(A fire truck comes over and parks by the Eco-Mobile. A big fireman hops out of the truck.)

Fireman: Gentlemen it's a pleasure to work with both of you.

Shawn: I take it you have seen some of Tobey's films.

Fireman: Nope not a one of them. But any man that brings down the Eco-System is a hero in my book.

Tobey: I don't care if I take down Eco-System, I just want to take down Inferno. Now do what I am paying you to do you dumb hick.

(The fireman puts the fire hose into the Eco-Mobile and begins to fill the car up with water. We then go back live to Tobey and Shawn)

Tobey: NOW WAIT ONE MINUTE ECO-SYSTEM.

Shawn: That's right, theres more.

Tobey: You see, part of the pleasure of being in Cincinnati Ohio, in the winter is what happens to water in the winter.

Shawn: Here's a physics lessons for all of you Cincinnati morons. When the temperature drops to 32 degrees we call that freezing. And when water reaches the freezing point it goes from a liquid to a solid. THEREFORE, the water we put into the Eco-Mobile an hour ago is not water any more. As you can see on my thermometer the temperature here in down town Cincinnati is 24 degrees.

Tobey: So without further ado. Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the automobile formerly known as the Eco-Mobile now converted to THE ECO-SICLE.

(The camera closes in and the car is now one big ice cube.)

Shawn: I guess this should cool down the Inferno huh?

Tobey: LIVE AND LEARN INFERNO. DON'T MESS WITH THE MOVIE STAR.

KING: They just froze the Eco-Mobile! HA HA!

JR: The match is over, but Ezekiel and Black just rushed the ring with weapons drawn. It's a 2 on 1!
King: Mineral needs to run! He's going to get beat!
JR: My point exactly! Mineral tries in vain to fight them both off, but the two on one with a chair and a baseball bat proves to be too much, and the second half of the tag team champions has joined his partner, on the ground!
King: You mean out cold!

Ezekiel: Lessons are taught and truth is learnt. Scrappy Joe, Valentino and now Eco-system, have all been taught valuable lessons. However I doubt that they will listen to the truth of these lessons. In that case listen to me now. You all talk yourselves up, insecurities prevalent for all to see. Listen to your own words, and here what I say. The truth is coming, follow me into the light!!

(He pauses looking at the bodies stirring in the ring)

Ezekiel: Eco-system have an appreciation for sneak attacks. Tonight they have felt the truth, and seen the light!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Michael Bole stands backstage with Tyrone Smith)

Bole: Tyrone, I understand that your mind is in several different places.
With Rachel's decision coming any minute now, I know it must be hard to
concentrate on your main event match tonight with Master Z against Scotty
Scott and Lowedown. But how exactly do you prepare for a match like this?

Tyrone: Bole, we all know I hate Lowedown. Dat man has stab both me and
Scotty in the back several times over da years. Dat drives me to win dis
match. But on da other hand, my partner is da man I once had nightmares
'bout, Masta Z, our World Champion. I don't trust Z, I shouldn't. I have
battled Z so violently in my early years, dat my instinct tells me dat he
could just easily leave me stranded in dis match. What does he have to gain?
Z is a coward who has always hid b'hind a pair of brass knuckles an' a mob
of followers. How da hell do I not know dis isn't another set up between him
a Lowe? Last time I was involved wit' Lowe an' Z... Lowe pulled a switch on
me, Mav, an' Ash.... to team wit' Z.. How da hell do I know dat Z won't
switch out on me?!

Bole: What about Scotty Scott? He's been a friend to you your whole career
in the BMWF. Do you really think he'd let this happen?

Tyrone: Dat's true. Scotty's always been my boy. But as time has pressed on,
he an' I have drifted. I know I haven't been as good a friend to Scotty as
he's been to me. I've pulled da switch on him more dan once.. As good a man
as he is, I wouldn't blame Scotty for switchin' out on me either. 'Tis me
'gainst t'ree men t'night, Bole. I can't trust any of dem, an' I wouldn't
even if I could.

Bole: Tyrone, thank you for your time.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
White Lightning

LILLY: His opponent...
From Seattle, WA...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Shawn Craziak

JR: There's the bell!
White Lightning hits Shawn Craziak with a fireman's carry.
White Lightning throws Shawn Craziak into the turnbuckle.
Shawn Craziak comes back, but is met with an elbow.
White Lightning goes for a roundhouse kick, but Shawn Craziak blocks it.
Shawn Craziak hits a side suplex on White Lightning.
Shawn Craziak is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Shawn Craziak goes for a punch, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits Shawn Craziak with a chop.
White Lightning nails Shawn Craziak with a standing sidekick.
Kurt Dangle comes to ringside.

JR: White Lightning just took off Craziac's head with a lariat....what the
heck?

(The lights suddenly go out in the building. The BruiserTron lights up with
an eerie red light.)

VOICE: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO FIX THE WIRING OR CHANGE THE FUSES. THERE IS NOTHING
WRONG WITH THE BRUISERTRON NOR THE LIGHTS.

(A spotlight shines on the ramp as a person wearing a hockey mask and red
cloak comes out. The mysterious figure is clutching a microphone.)

FIGURE: I HAVE TAKEN CONTROL OF THE MECHANICS, JUST AS I WILL TAKE CONTROL IN
TWO WEEKS. WHITE LIGHTNING.......THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS PLACE CAN BECOME
SAFE FOR YOU ANYMORE. NOT EVEN LEAVING IN FEAR CAN PROTECT YOU. THE GAME IS UP.

(High piano notes play, and the glowing red on the Bruisertron begins to
spiral.)

FIGURE: TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS.

(There is a flash of fire, and the spotlight and figure are gone. The lights
return in the building, and the red spiraling goes out.)

KING: What do you think that was, JR?

JR: I don't know, but I guess we'll find out in two weeks!

Shawn Craziak whips White Lightning into the turnbuckle.
Shawn Craziak executes a ropeburn on White Lightning.
Shawn Craziak takes White Lightning down with a hiptoss.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, Kurt Dangle breaks the pin.
Jack Slone calls for the DQ.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

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Ignition: I just gotta fix one thing, hold on a second.

(The sound of the Lamborghini’s door opening, then shutting is heard.)

Ignition: I said hold on a second!

(The engine starts up, and Ignition quickly gets out from underneath.)

Ignition: WHOA!! Who’s the moron who almost took my hand off!

(Ignition rushes to the driver side, then suddenly stops in his tracks.)

Bruiser: Hey Jackass!

(Ignition turns white.)

Ignition: Did I just say moron?

Bruiser: WHAT?

Ignition: OHH, I mean, I uhh, meant. . .

Bruiser: WHAT?

(Ignition is scratching his head, as Bruiser gets out of the car and walks
up to Ignition. Bruiser grabs Ignition by the shoulders.)

Bruiser: It’s doesn’t matter. Bottomline is I got something to say to you!

Ignition: Anything Bruiser.

Bruiser: Come March 29 when you and that Jackass Sledge go at it
there is a catch.

Ignition: A catch?

Bruiser: Yah a catch. See, you claim to be the Best Young Gun, and whatever,
so this match is a must win for you.

Ignition: Is there any doubt?

(Bruiser looks at Ignition with a weird look, then gently slaps him in the
face.)

Bruiser: Just don’t lose, son, don’t lose...(Bruiser gets right into Ignition's face)...'cause if you do lose, it's gonna cost me a lotta cold ones...and if I lose my cold ones, I might just get angry...and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry, would ya?

(Ignition shakes his head as he looks at the ground. Bruiser starts to walk away, then turns back to Ignition.

Bruiser: I do have to hand it to ya, son! You do got one hell of a ride!

(Ignition smiles at the talk of cars.)

Ignition: It’s a V10 Bruiser, can I get a Hell Yeah!!

(Bruiser shoot’s a look at Ignition for stealing his line.)

Bruiser: WHAT?

Ignition: I mean, yeah, it’s a good ride.

(Ignition rubs his chin as the Bruiser shakes his head and the camera FADES)