Date : 02/14/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pennsylvania

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

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pennsylvania! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: JR, do you know why are we Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pennsylvania for the second week in a row?

JR: No, why, King?

KING: Because there was a 2 for the price on 1 sale on booking dates!

JR: Really?

KING: No, it's really because Bruiser thought that we were going to the Holy Land and wanted to stay for 2 weeks!

JR: Really?

KING: Uh, ok, the schedule guy forgot to change the arena name! He's the only BMWF employee that's at the Bulgarian Arena right now!

JR: I see!

PA: I WAS BORN TO REIGN!

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

Judge: What a eventful week we have had! For those of you who may have been living under a rock this past week, I have been hitting the talk show circuits! Jay Leno, David Letterman, Conan O' Brien, they all want to hear from the man who won one of the biggest matches in BMWF history and the man who will go on to Bruisermania, step inside a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match with Ash as the special guest referee, and the man who will go on and defeat Lowedown for the World title!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: Last week on Bedlam, Lowedown and I each agreed that we both could choose stipulations for our match. I chose Ash as our special guest referee, and of course, Lowedown made the Bruisermania main-event a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match.

(The crowd cheers and starts a "Lowedown!" chant.)

Judge: But I have a good idea for next week's Bedlam. Why don't you come out here Lowe and listen to what I have to say?

JR: The number one contender is calling out the World Champion!

King: Judge has a good idea? I don't like the looks of this!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is carrying the World title in his hand for a moment until he stops at the top of the entrance way and then thrusts it high up in the air and paces back and forth across the ramp as the crowd continues to chant for Lowedown as he suddenly rushes towards the ring and slides under the ring and immediately pops back up on his feet and parades around the ring carrying the World title high in the air. Lowedown walks around the Judge for a moment laughing as he asks for the microphone. Lowedown takes a mic from ringside and meets Judge in the center of the ring.)

Lowedown:Wow! Can you repeat what you said a few seconds ago?

Judge:The part where I said that I would go on and defeat you at Bruisermania?

Lowedown:No silly man! The part where you said that you were on Leno, Letterman, and Conan. Just in case you were living under the people who were living under the rock, I already was on all three of those shows and I told everybody that I was going to beat you and retain the World Heavyweight title!

(Crowd pop...)

Lowedown:By the way, did you get that lil' gift basket from Leno? What a waste of stuff right?

Judge:I let the air out of his bike after the show.

Lowedown:Now let me get this straight, you have a good idea for next week?

Judge: Yeah, hear me out on this one. Next week on Bedlam, we're going to see the both of us in action! However, this is the good part. I'm going to pick your opponent next week, and you're going to pick mine!

King: YAAH! That sounds like a bad idea!

JR: Lowedown is grinning, he seems to like it!

Lowedown: Let me get this straight...I get to pick your opponent for next week?

Judge: That's right, and I get to pick yours.

Lowedown:Now, normally I would probably say that idea sucks. But since I know you like to be sneaky and underhanded like yours truly, I think I have no problem with agreeing to that! Now, who are ya gonna pick to square off against the six-time World Champ? I'm feeling pretty good about anybody.

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Let's see...how about, Scotty Scott!

JR: OH MY! Lowedown vs. Scotty Scott next week on Bedlam?

(Lowedown starts to laugh a little bit before bringing the mic back up.)

Lowedown:Scotty? Ah hell son! I thought you had something wierd like a grizzly bear or Mae Old! I have no problem with that one. Now, who could I pick for your opponent? Someone who will give you some competition, but won't hurt you too bad. Hmmmmm...

(Lowedown ponders for a moment as he places his finger on his chin and taps it. The crowd is heard shouting out multiple names. Lowedown finally stops and walks back over to the Judge...)

Lowedown:Well, I hate to do this to ya brother, but I guess I'm going to have to pick a certain fellow who goes by the name of...MASTER Z!

(The Judge looks a bit surprised at first, but then smiles at Lowedown who tilts his head and smiles back...)

Judge:No problem there Lowedown. You get Scotty and I get Z. See you next week.

("Born to Reign" begins to play again as the Judge climbs out of the ring and looks back up at Lowedown before making his way up the rampway. Lowedown climbs out of the ring and begins to make his way through the crowd...)

JR:Can you believe it? Lowedown will face Scotty Scott and the Judge will face Master Z!

King:These two are trying to psyche each other out and both men will face two of the toughest men in the business!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of San Juan, Puerto Rico...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

Savio Garcia

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
Weighing in at 217 pounds...

Steve Korino

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Savio Garcia takes Steve Korino down with a flying sunset flip.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Savio Garcia takes Steve Korino down with an enzuigiri.
Savio Garcia runs into the ropes.
Savio Garcia hits Steve Korino with a clothesline.
Savio Garcia attempts to place Steve Korino on the turnbuckle, but Steve Korino
blocks it.
Savio Garcia nails Steve Korino with a flying axhandle.
A small "Savio Garcia" chant is being started.
Savio Garcia runs into the ropes.
Steve Korino nails Savio Garcia with a chop.
Steve Korino uses a powerbomb on Savio Garcia.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Steve Korino whips Savio Garcia into the ropes, but Savio Garcia reverses it.
Savio Garcia goes for a flying clothesline, but Steve Korino
ducks out of the way.
Steve Korino hits Savio Garcia with the Doctor Bomb.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Steve Korino uses a gutwrench suplex on Savio Garcia.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Steve Korino executes a dropkick on Savio Garcia.
Savio Garcia collides with Al Johnson.
Steve Korino takes Savio Garcia down with a bodyslam.
Bart Farinus comes running down to the ring.
Steve Korino hits Savio Garcia with an elbowsmash.
Steve Korino goes for a facerake, but Savio Garcia blocks it.
Savio Garcia goes for an enzuigiri, but Steve Korino ducks out of the way.
Al Johnson is back on the job.
Steve Korino hits Savio Garcia with a headlock takedown.
Steve Korino nails Savio Garcia with a forearm smash.
Steve Korino nails Savio Garcia with a headlock takedown.
Steve Korino hits a forearm to the back on Savio Garcia.
Steve Korino hits Savio Garcia with a punch.
Savio Garcia hits Steve Korino.
Savio Garcia places Steve Korino on the turnbuckle.
Savio Garcia goes for a double underhook superplex, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino throws Savio Garcia off the turnbuckle.
Steve Korino gives the sign for the Dragon Suplex.
Steve Korino executes the Dragon Suplex on Savio Garcia.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is booing Steve Korino.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Steve Korino!

KING: Who cares?

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Backstage, we see Kevin Storm heading down the hallway, treading
without a purpose. Suddenly, as he rounds a corner, he's stopped in
his tracks. In front of him, over an arm being thrust out from behind
the edge, is the BMWF Hardcore Championship, the massive center
sawblade hanging right in front of his eyes. A moment thereafter, the
belt's current holder, Alexei Romanov, steps out from around the
corner and lays the belt on his shoulder, baring his eyes down into
Storm's.)

ALEXEI: Going somewhere, Storm?

STORM: What do you want?

ALEXEI: You know what I was, Storm. I want to see something out of you
that you're frightened to expose. You see this belt? Do you know how I
earned it? Through instinct and savage emotion. When I saw the
opportunity to bury my fist into my opponent's face, I took it. When I
saw the opportunity to drive Tamer's body through a thick wrap of
barbed wire and the opportunity to walk out of the ring as champion, I
took it. You, however, refuse to act on your instincts. Your emotion
is clouded and constantly battling with itself. You have some
obsession with doing the right thing, the good thing. But you aren't
willing to do something for yourself, Storm. You aren't willing to
just close your eyes and let the blood flow. You aren't willing to do
it, but you want to.

STORM: You don't know what I want.

ALEXEI: Yes I do, Storm. I know exactly what you want. You, like every
other man and woman in this federation, want glory. You want to, one
day, find yourself on the top of the world. You want, like every other
person standing here today, to be in Lowedown's shoes. You want to be
World Champion, because you know what comes with it. But, I know what
else you want. You want revenge.

STORM: I don't need revenge.

ALEXEI: Yes, you do. You need it badly, because you haven't got it
yet. Not only was I the man who took you out of this company for over
a month, but I also cost you your one chance at this belt. Now, you're
going to stand here and tell me that you don't want revenge for that?
I stole things from you. I stole time from you, and I stole
opportunity. I took the ladder you were climbing and I broke the
rungs, Storm. I smashed each and every one of them over your head, and
now what are you doing? You aren't a main eventer. You aren't even a
contender. You're enjoying mediocrity. And that's your downfall.
You're just going to stand here and accept being nothing more than a
never-was.

(Storm is starting to fume, his breathing getting a little heavier as
Alexei continues. A grin comes over the Russian's face as he takes a
step in closer.)

ALEXEI: Admit it, Storm. You need to give me the same kind of pain I
gave you. If you could do anything right now, you'd beat me until the
only thing I could taste was my own blood. You'd break my bones, tear
my muscles, and rip the very will to live right out of my lifeless
body, just to say that you brought me down. You want that, Storm, and
I can see it. I can see it in your eyes, especially now. You're too
weak and pathetic to admit it, but there's nothing you want more than
to rip my head off and be the Hardcore Champion, just because I have
it. You want my place, Storm, but you can't have it. Not unless you
act on it. If you want to be a champion, you can't just let everyone
walk all over you. But... you will. You'll let every man who faces you
beat you, ignore you, insult you, and the only thing you'll do is
stand back and read your little Bible. You'll find whatever solice you
can in that book, because it's the only thing you'll have. You'll pass
on being the greatest champion you can be while on this Earth, just so
you can flutter like an angel in a place you don't even know exists.
You have faith, I'll give you that, but you don't have any hope. Not
at this rate.

STORM: Get out of my way.

ALEXEI: Make me. Shove me, punch me, grab me and throw me down a
flight of steps. I want to see the red flash in your eyes and I want
you to crave nothing more than my suffering. Do it, Storm. Make me
move.

STORM: (Still calm, but breaking) Move...

ALEXEI: You're getting closer. Now act on it.

(Storm takes a deep breath and looks back up at Alexei, looking much more calm.)

STORM: ...please.

ALEXEI: Ugh. (Alexei turns, shaking his head. He reels back in and
spits right in Storm's face, sending him back a few steps.) You make
me sick, Storm. You'll never be anything more than a pushover. You're
the little nerd that gets beat up at school, who always gives over his
lunch money, and who thinks that if he just makes it through one more
year, "Jesus" will protect him. You have no protection. You have a
blind faith and it will be your undoing, Storm. If you won't act on
your anger, then believe me... I will.

(As Storm angrily looks on, Alexei turns and walks back down the hall,
leaving him behind as the shot fades..)

>>>

(The pre-recorded scene fades in; a large man is seen walking on a small trail in a park. Various trees, park benches, old people and typical families accessorized with children and pets fill the background; the large man walks to a vacant bench and sits down. He is wearing worn out jeans and a leather jacket; a black hoodie is covering his head. The large man rests his arms on his knees, leans forward and lowers his head. The camera positions itself behind and slightly above the bench, it zooms out; a family is seen having a picnic on the grass not very far away. The parents look distracted with their infant, and a little girl is playing with her puppy a few meters away. Her attention falls on the hooded man and she quickly makes her way towards him, the puppy desperately tries to follow. The little girl sits on the bench next to the large man, begins dangling her feet and staring . . . she eventually asks her anticipated question.)
 
Little girl: Hello! What’s your name?
 
(The large man slowly turns his head towards the little girl but tries to hide his face. The puppy eventually makes its way to the bench.)
 
Little girl: My name is Katie and this is Jester, say hello Jester!
 
(The puppy proudly steps out and barks a couple of times *ARFF* *ARFF*, the mysterious man extends his right hand to touch the cute puppy but it gets scared and quickly hides behind the little girl. The man’s large hand is covered with burn scars; he immediately draws it back under his hoodie.)
 
Katie: What’s wrong with your hand mister? Does it hurt?
 
Man: No (replying coarsely but quietly).
 
Katie: Come on, let me see . . . pleeeeease?
 
(Katie pulls the man’s right arm towards her and looks at his hand; she begins touching the scars and grabs the palm firmly as the man tries to pull it back.)
 
Man: Ghmmm . . . burn, in fire . . .
 
(Katie smiles and begins shaking the man’s hand.)
 
Katie: Nice to meet you sir!
 
Man: . . . ehmm . . (hesitating; he answers with a strong Russian accent) . . . Nikolai, Vladimir Vitalievitch Zvezdov . . . People call Vlad, Katie can call Nikolai.
 
(The little girl looks under the hoodie but Vlad immediately guards it with his left hand.)
 
Katie: Well, you are very shy Nikolai. Don’t be scared, Jester is a good dog, he won’t hurt you.
 
Vlad: I . . . I can’t, Katie go away if I show . . .
 
Katie:  No I won’t . . . hmmm . . . WATCH OUT!
 
(Vlad jerks his head to the left as Katie points in that direction, she then pulls Vlad’s hoodie off, his long blonde hair fall over his shoulder. Vlad tries to cover with his hands, but Katie eventually pulls his hands away. She looks at his face and smiles.)
 
Katie: Hmmm . . . you are cute, why are you so embarrassed Nikolai? Is someone bullying you? There is this mean girl at school, and she is bullying me all the time, my daddy said that I should smack her in the face, but I just ignore her. Do you have a daddy Nikolai?
 
Vlad: . . . . PJ looks after Vlad . . .
 
Katie: Is he your daddy?
 
Vlad: . . . . (lowers his head) . . . yes, PJ is like father to Vlad . . . PJ very angry today . . .
 
(Suddenly Katie’s father sees his daughter talking to a large stranger, he immediately stands up and walks towards the park bench. The father pulls his daughter away and hands her over to her mother, he then squares up to Vlad.)
 
Father: What the *BLEEP* are you doing here you creep, stalking little girls in the park eh? Get the *BLEEP* out, GO ON!
 
(The father pulls Vlad up by his jacket and starts violently pushing him away from the bench. Other parents join in and start supporting the father. He gains confidence and begins slapping and pushing Vlad.)
 
Father: Did you hear what I just said? You speak English? OUT! GO AWAY!
 
(Vlad pulls his hoodie back on and slowly starts walking away. The father looks around him, notices the supporting crowd, pushes and trips Vlad over. Vlad supports himself on his knee, he starts hyperventilating and grunting.)
 
Vlad: Ghgghrhgh . . . GHGHRGHRH . . .
 
(Vlad stand up, walks towards the father, arches backwards and delivers a charging headbutt, sending the parent on the floor, bleeding profusely. Two men run towards Vlad but he sends them both down and out with a double clothesline. Mothers start protecting their crying children and covering their eyes. Everyone stands back as Vlad runs away.)
 
FADE OUT

>>>

(Ryushi Fujita is walking backstage when a crew
hand approaches, and hands him a potato)
 
Crew hand: Some Irish guys asked me to give this to you.
 
(fade)

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

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

Achu

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark takes Achu down with a springboard dropkick.
Altar Boy Mark whips Achu into the ropes, but Achu reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark misses with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark hits Achu with a kick.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Altar Boy Mark whips Achu into the ropes, but Achu reverses it.
Achu misses with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark misses with a clothesline.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a backdrop.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a chop.
Achu takes Altar Boy Mark down with a savate kick.
The crowd is going "We want Earl Hepner !".
Achu uses a punch on Altar Boy Mark.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a chop.
Achu goes for a chokehold, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark uses a forearm smash on Achu.
Altar Boy Mark whips Achu into the ropes.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with an elbow.
Achu nails Altar Boy Mark with an elbowdrop.
Achu throws Altar Boy Mark into the turnbuckle.
Altar Boy Mark comes back, but is met with an elbow.
Achu throws Altar Boy Mark out of the ring.
Achu goes outside.
Achu whips Altar Boy Mark into the guardrail.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark nails Achu with an enzuigiri.
Altar Boy Mark grabs a chair.
Altar Boy Mark takes a running start and springs off the chair.
Altar Boy Mark goes for an enzuigiri, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Friar Fergus comes from behind, but Achu nails Friar Fergus.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Friar Fergus comes from behind, but Achu nails Friar Fergus.
Achu is busted wide open.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
Friar Fergus comes from behind and distracts Achu.
Altar Boy Mark uses a dropkick on Achu.
Friar Fergus comes from behind, but Achu nails Friar Fergus.
Altar Boy Mark gives him a legsweep, but Achu doesn't budge.
Earl Hepner counts: 6.
Altar Boy Mark reenters the ring.
Achu follows him back in.
Altar Boy Mark goes for an enzuigiri, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Altar Boy Mark.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Achu is met with a "Achu sucks" chant.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Achu!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Dale Anderson is walking backstage when a crew
hand approaches, and hands him a potato)
 
Crew hand: Some Irish guys asked me to give this to you.
 
(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

(A text image appears on the BruiserTron.)

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold,
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
-W.B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"

PA: I walk alone, I walk alone...

(The guitar riff hits, and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out, dark mascara and all, in an old black jacket with the back duct taped over. Upon a quick glance from the camera, we can see that it is her old Prime Time jacket.)

PA: My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone....

(Aquatic steps into the ring and motions for a microphone. In a couple moments, she is quickly obliged.)

JR: King, what's that machine you're taking out?

King: It's a minute-by-minute Nielsen Counter! I want to measure how much our ratings go down when Aquatic talks!

JR: Oh...well...I blame Title 9.

Aquatic: Moody, this rematch between us has been a long time coming. We have a lot of history, don't we sweetie? You know, I was trying to remember all of it, and find the old footage to put it together in a video. But the thing is, the production guys-and girls, actually-said I couldn't have them put together a package for a non-Pay Per View Woman's Match third from the top. Honestly, I wouldn't in their shoes either. And since I can't use film editing software to save my life, I made a slide show!

(Aquatic pulls a remote out of her leather jacket and hits the first button. An image of Aquatic misting Judge Moody appears on the BruiserTron.)

Aquatic: Remember that? That was the first time I ever said hello to you in the ring…

(Image of Judge Moody smashing Aquatic over the head with a chair.)

Aquatic: And you said hello back!

(We see clips of Aquatic hoisting Judge Moody up for the Ice Breaker, pinning her, and holding the title.)

Aquatic: See? That was the first time I ever won the Woman's Title! Unless I got the images switched…

(We see clips of Moody then executing the Moody Slam on Aquatic and pinning her and holding the title.)

Aquatic: And that was the first time I ever lost the title. So you see, there's almost like a logical justification that we're fighting each other and getting airtime! Isn't that awesome? (Aquatic lowers her head for a moment.) My standards are so low…

(Aquatic hands her microphone back off.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

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

(The Judge Judy theme hits the PA system as Judge Moody appears behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. She stomps down the ramp and enters the ring, raising her gavel in the air to both sides of the packed crowd. Moody takes off her judge robe and waits for her opponent.)

JR: Judge Moody seems focused tonight!

King: She's just jealous I wouldn't be her Valentine!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with a headbutt.
Judge Moody uses a DDT on Aquatic.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody takes Aquatic down with an eye gouge.
Judge Moody hoists Aquatic high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Aquatic crashing hard to the mat.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic uses a back elbow on Judge Moody.
Aquatic uses a snap mare on Judge Moody.
Judge Moody takes Aquatic down with a headbutt.
Judge Moody sends Aquatic into the turnbuckle.
Judge Moody charges in with a clothesline.
Judge Moody throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Judge Moody rolls out under the bottom rope.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Judge Moody shoves Aquatic into the guardrail.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
Aquatic is busted wide open.
Judge Moody shoves Aquatic into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Judge Moody nails Aquatic with a DDT.
Bart Farinus counts: 3.
Bart Farinus counts: 4.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody shoves Aquatic into the guardrail.
Judge Moody nails Aquatic with a DDT.
Bart Farinus counts: 5.
Judge Moody climbs back into the ring.
Aquatic follows her back in.

JR: Quick lockup, into a monkey flip by Aquatic!

Moody gets up quick and is caught with a spinning heel kick.
Aquatic locks in a full nelson on Judge Moody and attempts a bomb.
Moody counters with a back elbow.

King: You know what I don't like? Submissions. Waste of time.

(Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes, and Aquatic comes off with a handspring elbow. Aquatic walks to the corner while the referee counts Moody down and pops something into her mouth.)

JR: And there's the mist capsule! Aquatic caught Moody with the mist last week to win, could it work again?

Moody gets up, and as Aquatic comes over to attempt a mist, Moody kicks her in the gut.
Aquatic spits out the mist as Moody lifts Aquatic up for a powerbomb.
Aquatic pushes off Moody, reverse dropkicking her into the corner.

King: Why would you ever attempt a powerbomb facing the turnbuckles?

JR: Aquatic goes for a flying lariat, but Judge Moody ducks out of the way.
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Judge Moody!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale walking through the backstage halls. He looks as if he is looking for something... or someone.)

Dale: Couch, Yo couch, where are ya man? That ain't really funny man. Scotty is gonna pay. That mother*bleep*er crewed me from winning a title, THAT I THOUGHT I WON. Man, then I take the wrong title home with me. It caught fire just from heat by my stove. Kolic will get his later. As for Scotty, I want him now. So Couch, SHOW YOURSELF!

(Couch appears from out of a door.Dale walks up to him and Couch backs up against the wall.)

Dale: You better tell me WHY Scotty took away my chance at holding gold! I did attack him, but HE DID WORSE TO ME!

Couch: Hey I just gave you a message, I have no idea why he attacked you.

Dale: LIAR! You know what, your lucky I could get suspended for attacking you, or I would have already killed you. Just tell Scotty that Dale said he can't wait to confront him in the ring.

Couch: Okay, I will tell him.

(Dale allows Couch out from the cornered area and Couch speeds off.)

Dale: That's bull*bleep*! Scotty felt it right to take my chance at gold from me. Makes me angry that I can't hold gold in my hand like I should be right now. But, I have no worries, I have a chance at the Cruiserweight title. A title just right for someone like me. I know it will be in a variation of about 3 weeks. But hey, its a chance right? I just better not see Scotty in that ring during my match or it will be hell to pay! Scotty deserves no mercy any more, this time it means broken bones and missing teeth! It also means that if he wants to make it war, then it will be war!

(Dale turns a bright pink and punches the wall. Hel pulls his fists away from the wall and wipes the blood from his fist. The wall has a dent in it as the camera looks at it.)

Dale: Hey, point that thing back at me! Thank you. Now, do you know why I punched the wall? It's to relieve stress, and to show strength. No ordinary man could do that. Then again, noone in the BMWF, except for the wannabe's, are ordinary. Tobey Miliken is like an immortal. He never seems to stay hurt. Judge did the impossible at the Bedlam Bowl PPV by winning the Elimination Chamber match. I beat the Brain, although it kinda was by DQ. But hey, let's get back on track. Cruiserweight Championship, Leprechaun, Ryushi, Mental Case, and pefect technician all in the same match against each other. Three matches, each time one person is eliminated. Then the next week the rest brawl it out. Until the final two, Pay-Per-View, everything on the line. It seems it's time to show my true wrestling form.

(Two fingers tap on Dale's shoulder. Dale turns and see's a kid.)

Dale: Where the hell did you come from? More importantly, how did you get here?

Kid: Dale, can I have your autograph?

Dale: I asked you a question!

(The kid starts to cry.)

Dale: Fine, here you go.

(Dale signs the autograph and the kid stops crying. The kid smiles.)

Dale: Now you better go before security catchers you.

Kid: Can I come with you?

Dale: HELL NO!

(The kid starts to cry again.)

Dale: I am sorry kid but I have an important match!

Kids*sniffling*: O-oh kay.

(Dale walks off and the kid follows.)

Dale: As I was saying. Hey, keep the camera on me! Wait... oh, the kids behind me. Okay.

(Dale continues to walk. He see's the security guards. The Guards see Dale and the boy. They walk toward Dale.)

SG#1: Do you know this kid?

Dale: No.

SG#2: Then we will have to take him.

Dale: Take him where?

SG#1: The holding cell.

Dale: Why?

SG#2: He snuck back here. Also, his mom is there waiting.

Dale: Oh.

SG#1: Come on kid.

(The guards walk off with the kid and Dale continues to speak.)

Dale: Now back on track. Tonight is my time, it determines MY future. Tonight I can show my true abilities. My strength, endurance, skills, stamina, and courage. It is needed to win matches of this much importance!

(Dale turns a corner. The camera follows and goes off focus. The focus is readjusted and Dale begins to speak again.)

Dale: I wonder, did I cover everything? It seems I have. Okay. I will see you later fans. See ya.

(Dale walks off and the scene fades.)

>>>

KING: What with all these stupid brats trying to hang out with strange men? These guys might be perverts, you know!

JR: Just like you!

KING: I never touched that 13 year old!

>>>

(The camera focuses on Samantha in her locker room, the women's tag title around her waist, hanging on one hip. She seems restless, as she moves around the locker room, straightening and moving things. A knock sounds at the door.)

Samantha: Who the hell is it?

(The door opens)

Bole: It's Michael Bole for our interview...

Samantha: Well get on with it!

Bole: Uhh, well two weeks ago you and Fifi won against Dizi and Aquatic for the Women's tag team titles.

Samantha: Of course we did. It's old news.

Bole: Well, I just wasn't able to get a hold of you last week for an interview...

Samantha: I'm sorry, I was *bleep*in busy! I can't just drop everything that I do just so I can *bleep*in talk to you *bleep*in interviewers!

Bole: Uhhh...

Samantha: What the hell more do you want!

(Samantha starts pacing the room, her eye twitching slightly.)

Bole: It seems that you are not scheduled in a match today, how do you...

Samantha: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL? How do you think I feel Bole? Like I'm being *bleep*in ignored by the management, that's how I feel! I work my butt of in that ring for this company! I win a title! And then they go and not schedule me in a match! It BLEEPS me off! You have no idea! It's point less for me to be here! I have things to do too you know. It's highly incon...

(Her eyes suddenly grow blank, rolling slowly back into her head. She sways on her feet slightly before dropping away. Michael Bole drops his microphone, and, like the gentlemen that he likes to think of himself as, he catches her and slowly lowers herself to the floor.)

Bole: We got a problem here! Someone get the paramedics!

(FADE)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 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.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Miss Linda...
From Las Vegas, NV...
Weighing in at 228 pounds...

Riki O

(Las Vegas showgirl music plays as Riki O struts seductively to the ring. Once in the ring, he bends over and Miss Linda spanks him with the whip.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Riki O nails Ravven with a powerslam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Riki O nails Ravven with a thrust kick to the head.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Riki O whips Ravven into the turnbuckle.
Riki O runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ravven lifts his knee.
Ravven executes a chop on Riki O.
Ravven nails Riki O with a gutwrench suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, kickout.
Riki O begs off.
Ravven whips Riki O into the ropes.
Riki O hits Ravven with a kick.
Riki O uses an elbowsmash on Ravven.
Riki O skips around the ring like a little girl.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Riki O runs into the ropes.
Riki O hits Ravven with a swinging neckbreaker.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Riki O throws Ravven over the top rope.
Bart Farinus issues a warning to Riki O.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Ravven reenters the ring.
Riki O whips Ravven into the ropes, but Ravven reverses it.
Ravven hits Riki O with a dropkick.
Ravven uses a backbreaker on Riki O.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits a swinging neckbreaker on Riki O.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Ravven.
Riki O begs off.
Ravven takes Riki O down with a Hotshot.
Ravven uses a Hotshot on Riki O.
Ravven nails Riki O with a kick to the midsection.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Riki O.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Ravven and a few others cheering him.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Ravven, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic is strumming a guitar backstage.)

Aquatic: So take the photographs and still frames in your mind…hang it on the shelf in good health and…I'm bored.

(Aquatic puts the guitar down and opens up her bag as Dusty trots over. She sprays some foam on Dusty's mouth and puts some red stuff on her eyes.)

Aquatic: (to cameraman) Why are you filming this?

Cameraman: Just in case someone decides to switch feed over.

Aquatic: Meh. Just remember when I do this, I forgot to bring money.

(Aquatic runs down a hallway with Dizi running ahead. They run down to a populated concession stand.)

Kid #1: Mommy! Rabid Cat!

Aquatic: MY EYES! THEY'RE BLEEDING! THAT CAT BIT ME!

(The crowd, including the concession store owner, scream and run away. Aquatic walks over to the concession stand and pours herself a Kolic-Kola.)

Aquatic: Yay! We just got HardO Demonburgers in stock! (looks at the cameraman) What?

Cameraman: You're a horrible person.

Aquatic: I told you, I didn't have any money. I'll pay him back later. (Aquatic gives Dusty some freedom fries.) Besides, I didn't get to eat enough meat last week, with Ash Wednesday and Lenten Friday and all. Now turn that off, and I'll give you a burger.

FADE

>>>

(The camera's focus on JR and King.)

JR: We have justy recieved word that Samantha Gretch suffered a minro Nervous Break down in her locker room earlier, and the doctors are suggesting that she take a couple weeks off to relax and get a hold of things. Our thoughts go with her.

KING: Yours do, but mine are on Alexis vs. Dizi and their puppies!

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. It is empty except for Vernon Vanderbilt, who is
having a heated conversation on his cellphone.)

Vernon: I don't have a clue what that's supposed to mean. Excuse me!? I want to know what you
think gives you the right to say anything about me, that's what I want to know. I've only known
you for, like, eight months? Listen, you need to take a reality check, babe. You think you've got
me all figured out, don't you? Maybe, just maybe, you haven't even scratched the surface. Yeah,
that's what I think. I don't think you know a damn thing about me.

(Silence, as Vernon listens to the speaker on the other end.)

Vernon: Oh *BLEEP*ing hell. You have no right to bring him into this. He's got nothing to do with
anything, and furthermore, you've never even met him. Yeah? Is that so? Is that so? I don't
*BLEEP*ing believe this. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut up and listen to me for a
minute! I want you to boil this down for me, because I don't have time to deal with this right
now. Okay? Answer me this one question, please. Listen to me. Okay. Okay? May I speak now? Good.
Tell me, is this it? You know what I mean. Is this it? Is it over?

(He continues to listen.)

Vernon: Well, how do you like that? You are free to take all the time you want, but I'm going to
warn you right now, I may not be waiting for you when you get it out of your system. That's right.
Listen, babe, I've been alone for 25 years. Yes, even with you. Well, for starters, I never see
you anyway. No way! You cannot blame me. You knew what you were getting into. I told you all about
my profession, my life, before this started. You agreed to the whole package. Yes you did. *BLEEP*
you then.

(He pauses and pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at it.)

Vernon: Listen, I've got an important call coming in here. No, it's none of your business who it
is. Whatever. Take your cheap shots, but you're still wrong. I'm not able to continue arguing with
you. I have to take this call. Bye now! Bye!

(He presses a button on his phone, switching to the new caller.)

Vernon: Vanderbilt. Yeah. Great. So it's all put together, edited, everything? Excellent. You've
got the address? Awesome. Yes, send it out immediately. Good work. Thank you. Goodbye now.

(He hangs up the phone. Vernon releases a breathy sigh, then lies down on the couch and closes his
eyes for a moment. He opens them again and looks up. He stands and walks over to a full-length
mirror on the opposite wall. He looks himself up and down, his face an expressionless mask.)

Vernon: Very well then.for better or worse, sickness and health, blah blah *BLEEP*ing blah.

(He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black box. He opens it, revealing a large,
shiny diamond ring. He gazes at it, as if contemplating something. He takes the ring out of the
box and holds it up to the light, staring at it. He drops it into the palm of his right hand and
clenches his fist around it.)

Vernon: I do.

(He suddenly lashes out, striking the mirror with a furious punch, shattering it. He pulls his
fist away and watches as the blood starts to flow over his knuckles.)

Vernon: Love is the death of the soul.

(He glances down at the broken mirror.)

Vernon: Good thing I got rid of mine a long time ago.

(He abruptly turns and exits the room.)

FADE OUT

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to show Dizi and Donnie MacPhearson in a locker room.)

Donnie: ...sure he's going to be okay.

Dizi: I don't know. I think he may really be hurt.

Donnie: I'll check and see how things are, tonight you have to focus on your match.

Dizi: Who are we fighting?

Donnie: WE aren't fighting anyone.

Dizi: Not WE, you and me... WE, me and Aquatic.

Donnie: Neither one. You're one on one with Alexis Terrion.

Dizi: Oh, okay.

Donnie: No, not 'oh, okay.' This is an important match.

Dizi: Why is a match with Alice Terrier so important?

Donnie: Because she's the Women's Champion.

Dizi: I thought the Italian Rat Terrier was the Women's Champion.

Donnie: She is. Alexis Terrion is the Women's Champion and you have a match against her.

Dizi: A title match?

Donnie: No, it's non-title.

Dizi: Bummer.

Donnie: Yeah.

>>>

(The scene opens backstage where we see the BMWF Women’s Champion Alexis Terrion standing in a hallway with her title on her shoulder.)
 
Alexis: Another night. Another challenge. For this first time I get to face off with Dizi. One of the most popular female wrestlers. The fans love her bubblegum attitude. She is fun loving. The problem is she lacks the heart of a true competitor. Just look at her actions last week with that wench Aquatic. Assaulting me backstage. True enough that I myself attacked Dizi. Though, you see, that was one-on-two. Where as this was a two-on-one attack. If that makes Dizi feel like a winner that is fine.  Do you know what makes me a winner? My undefeated record. I really need not hype myself any further. Because I need no hope. My record and performance speak for themselves. I am the best… No one can even light a torch to me. I am the current champion and stand to be for quite a long time. Dizi you do not stand much of a chance tonight. Please do your best. It wont be enough. But maybe I will at least break a sweat…
 
FADE

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

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

The Women's Champion...
Alexis Terrion

(“Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin plays over the PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyrotechnics. A beat up Alexis Terrion steps out from behind the curtain. Alexis is dressed in a vivid candy apple red catsuit with black wrestling boots and she has The BMWF Women’s Championship around her waist)
 
King: Here is my favorite BMWF Diva Alexis Terrion.
 
JR: Hopefully tonight Dizi can show Alexis a thing or two.
 
King: JR you can’t deny that Alexis is good. She’s undefeated!
 
JR: That may be so. But she’s yet to face Dizi one on one. I think that undefeated record will end tonight.
 
 (Alexis just walks straight for the ring. She completely ignores the fans.)
 
King: I doubt it!
 
(When Alexis reaches the ring she climbs the steps and stands in her corner waiting for the bell to sound.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
Hailing from Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. The crowd starts to cheer and Dizi comes out wearing her old neon blue and black ring gear. Donnie, wearing his usual suit, follows a few steps behind her. Dizi wanders down the aisle towards the ring, lightly hitting the fans hands as she does. Any time it seems like she's going to stop and chat, Donnie pushes her gently towards the ring. They make it to the ring in good time and Dizi rolls in under the bottom rope. She moves immediately to the ropes, bouncing on them and waving to the crowd.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Dizi and Alexis move to the center of the ring.
Dizi executes a snapmare on Alexis.
Alexis gets to her feet.
Dizi grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes.
Dizi nails her with a dropkick on the rebound.

King: Come on, Alexis! You're the champion! You can't be beaten by this flutterbudget.

JR: What's a flutterbudget?

King: Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you. But, trust me, Dizi is one.

JR: Well, this is a very important match for Dizi. If she can beat the Women's Champion in this non-title match, it would solidify her position as number one contender.

Dizi hits a dropkick on Alexis Terrion.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the ropes, but Alexis Terrion reverses it.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Dizi hits Alexis Terrion with a shoulderblock.
Dizi locks Alexis Terrion in a wristlock.
Alexis Terrion is struggling to reach the ropes.
Dizi lets go after 12 seconds.
Dizi hits a high kick on Alexis Terrion.
Dizi hoists Alexis Terrion high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Alexis Terrion crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi takes Alexis Terrion down with armlock.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion uses cresent kick on Dizi.
Alexis Terrion is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Alexis Terrion covers Dizi.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Alexis Terrion motions at her body and stands still for the crowd to admire her.
Alexis Terrion is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Alexis Terrion goes for an Asai moonsault bodyblock, but Dizi side-steps and
Alexis Terrion only hits air.
There is no crowd reaction.
Dizi executes a snapmare on Alexis Terrion.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the ropes, but Alexis Terrion reverses it.
Alexis Terrion hits Dizi with a backdrop.
Alexis Terrion locks Dizi in a rear naked choke.
Dizi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dizi makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Alexis Terrion hoists Dizi high into the air with delayed vertical suplex, then
sends Dizi crashing hard to the mat.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Alexis Terrion hits Japanese suplex on Dizi.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Alexis Terrion nails Dizi with a springboard spinning leg lariat.
Alexis Terrion whips Dizi into the turnbuckle, but Dizi reverses it.

JR: Dizi whips Alexis into the ropes.
Dizi catches her with a clothesline as Alexis bounces off the ropes.
Alexis hits the canvas hard.
Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission.
Alexis is trying to break the hold.

King: Alexis needs to get to the ropes and force a break.

JR: You are right, King. I don't think I've ever seen anyone power out of one of Dizi's submission holds.

King: She is remarkably good at them.

JR: Well, Alexis has realized that fighting the hold isn't going to work.
Alexis is trying to get to those ropes.
She's made it. The referee is calling for the break.
Dizi breaks at the four count.

Dizi goes for a bulldog, but Alexis Terrion counters it with a back suplex.
Alexis Terrion goes for delayed vertical suplex, but Dizi counters it with
an inside cradle.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi goes for a dropkick, but Alexis Terrion side-steps and Dizi only hits air.
Alexis Terrion is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexis Terrion executes the Divination on Dizi.
The crowd is booing Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, Donnie MacPhearson puts Dizi's foot on the rope.
Alexis Terrion uses a hurricanrana on Dizi.
Alexis Terrion whips Dizi into the turnbuckle.
Alexis Terrion places Dizi on the turnbuckle.
Alexis Terrion hits Tree of Woe baseball slide on Dizi.
Alexis Terrion uses a series of jabs on Dizi.
Alexis Terrion is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Alexis Terrion takes Dizi down with a monkey flip.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Alexis Terrion with a backdrop.
Alexis Terrion falls out of the ring.
Dizi goes outside.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Dizi runs Alexis Terrion into the ringsteps.
There is no crowd reaction.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind and distracts Alexis Terrion.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Dizi nails Alexis Terrion with a snapmare.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
There is no crowd reaction.
Dizi goes for a bulldog, but Alexis Terrion blocks it.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Alexis Terrion knocks Dizi into the ringpost.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Alexis Terrion hits cresent kick on Dizi.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
Alexis Terrion executes the Divination on Dizi on the concrete floor.
A fan at ringside badmouths Alexis Terrion.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind, but Alexis Terrion nails
Donnie MacPhearson.
Dizi executes a snapmare on Alexis Terrion.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind, but Alexis Terrion nails
Donnie MacPhearson.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind and distracts Alexis Terrion.
Dizi throws Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 6.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Dizi shoves Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Dizi whips Alexis Terrion into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 7.
Dizi knocks Alexis Terrion into the ringsteps.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
A few fans are cheering on Dizi.
Jack Slone counts: 8.
Dizi goes for a vertical suplex, but Alexis Terrion reverses it.
Jack Slone counts: 9.
Alexis Terrion goes for cresent kick, but Dizi ducks out of the way.
Dizi climbs back into the ring.
Alexis Terrion follows her back in.
Dizi gives the sign for the Dizi Sleeper.
Dizi chops Alexis Terrion.
A few fans are cheering on Dizi.
Dizi punches Alexis Terrion.

JR: I'll tell you, King, Dizi is really taking it to Alexis tonight.

King: I haven't seen Dizi this focused since last night at the all you can eat buffet.

JR: It's amazing that she's able to stay in such excellent physical shape.

King: Oh, yeah... one thing I do like about Dizi is her shape!

JR: A surprise kick to the midsection doubles Alexis over.
Dizi sets Alexis up for a vertical suplex.
Dizi hoists Alexis high into the air for a vertical suplex.
Dizi sends Alexis crashing to the mat.
Alexis is stunned! Dizi is back to her feet!

King: No! Alexis! Get up!

JR: This could be the match! I don't think Alexis has what it takes to kick out of a pin attempt right now.

King: But, Dizi isn't going for the pin!

JR: It looks like Dizi is taking a minute to catch her breath!
Dizi grabs Alexis by the hair and pulls her to her feet.
Dizi sends Alexis into the turnbuckle chest first!

King: No! Not the puppies!

JR: Dizi is lifting Alexis to the top turnbuckle!
Alexis is still dazed as Dizi climbs up after her.
Dizi carefully stands up and pulls Alexis to her feet.

King: Dizi's going for a top rope German suplex!!

JR: A move that could conceivably win the match for Dizi!

King: Only if she hits the suplex, then makes the cover!

JR: Dizi executes a flawless top rope German Suplex!!
Dizi rolls onto Alexis for the pin!
The referee is good position for the count!
One... two... three!
Dizi won! Dizi just beat the Women's Champion!
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dizi!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kevin Storm is walking backstage when a crew hand
approaches, and hands him a potato)
 
Crew hand: Some Irish guys asked me to give this to you.
 
(fade)

>>>

(The scene opens backstage as Ron "The Thinker"
Johnson is standing by with his girlfriend Jen
Nardelli and Michael Bole for an interview. Ron is
wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie.
Jen is wearing one of her business suits, and Bole
begins the interview.)

Bole: Ron, last week, you fought Vlad to a double
count-out. How do you feel about the fact that despite
the fact that he never beat you, he gets a title shot
against Alexei Romanov tonight?

Ron: Well, Bole, I think it's clear that I'm not a
very happy man at the moment. Right now, no one takes
me seriously. I fought Vlad, a man who is much bigger,
stronger, and more aggressive than me, and he failed
to pin me. I physically disected him, yet this week
I'm facing another jobber while he gets a shot at the
Hardcore title.

Bole: How do you explain your vicious attack on
"Irish" Paddy O'Brien last week?

Ron: Well, Bole, Jen and I both came to a decision. To
make sure that I get noticed around here, I need to
make an example of someone. We've decided that since
Paddy O'Brien is naive and stupid enough to think that
he's Irish, that he's also too dumb to be able to beat
me in a one-on-one match.

(Jen grabs the mic from Bole to share her thoughts on
the matter.)

Jen: Bole, you and the rest of the BMWF both know that
my boyfriend deserves to be recognized. He stood up to
that big Russian and never backed off, but instead of
facing a credible opponent this week, he's facing a
transexual actor. That's a disgrace. You know it, I
know it, and Stone Cold Bruiser also knows it.

(She hands the mic back to Bole.)

Bole: One last question for you Ron. Are you having
any second thoughts about your changing of careers
since you're yet to recieve any serious recognition?

Ron: Well, Bole, there has been something missing in
my life since we left New Jersey. So, from now, I'm
laying down an offer on the table. I've noticed that
Vlad seems to be having some problems with his memory,
and also some serious problems with his misplaced
aggression, which mainly seems to stem from PJ Sykes.
So, Vlad, I'm offering you my service as a licensed
professional, that I will gladly help you recover some
of the knowledge of your past, and to help you find
some better ways to use that aggression. I'll be
waiting for an answer by next week.

Jen: Oh, and Bole, if you just happen to see that
sorry disgrace Goldustin, or Paddy O'Brien, tell them
that THE DOCTOR IS IN!!!

(Ron and Jen leave the interview area as Bole stands

>>>

(The scene opens outside Aquatic’s locker room. Tamer is standing at the door holding flowers and a box of chocolates. Tamer knocks on the door and Aquatic answers.)
 
Aquatic: For me?
 
Tamer: Funny… I need a favor.
 
Aquatic: A favor? Well, I owe you one anyway...shoot.
 
Tamer: I gotta see Danielle.
 
Aquatic: And what makes you think I can do anything? Stipulations are ironclad, aren't they? (Aquatic laughs) Fine, fine. You want a managerial loophole?
 
Tamer: Anything.
 
(Aquatic eyes Tamer suspiciously, and a smile creeps along her face.) 
 
Aquatic: Look, she is inseparable from Donnie. But she's also quite ADD. You know you could meet with her anytime. Don't let him back you down. You could walk down the hallway now if he didn't keep her in that locker room.
 
Tamer: Which is why I need you to get her out of the locker room. Get her to room one-twenty-eight. I got everything set up in there.
 
Aquatic: Everything set up? Sounds like someone wants to engage in more than talking. No means no, Tamer. They taught us that in high school. 
 
(Tamer stares Aquatic down.) 
 
Aquatic: Fine, fine. I'll do it. But I'll have to get past Donnie....I probably could though.
 
Tamer: I know you can Sheila. 
 
Aquatic: Ooh, calling me by the real name. So not kayfabe. (Aquatic takes another pause.) This really matters to you, doesn't it? Well, then I have to ask you one thing. Then I am your instrument.
 
Tamer: Ask away…
 
Aquatic: (getting close up to Tamer.) Why did you have a picture of Rachel with you?
 
Tamer: Oh my god… Is that what started all this? Please don’t tell me this is what started all this…
 
Aquatic: Hey Tamer! Guess what started all this?
 
Tamer: Son of a *bleep*!
 
Aquatic: Yeah. You want to answer my question or not?
 
(Tamer sets the flower and chocolates down on a crate next to him and reaches inside his jacket. Tamer hands the small photo album to Aquatic.)
 
Tamer: Look through that. You’ll see pictures of Rachel… And yourself… And Danielle.  Oh yeah, also pictures of Kolic, Ezekiel, Vern, Inferno, Mineral, Clancy, and hell even Tyrone and Headhunter. That is like my family photo album.
 
Aquatic: So since I'm on the same page as Danielle and Rachel, does that mean I'm in your dream Four-Way? I'll stop, I'll stop. No, but that's perfectly reasonable. That's actually cute even. I'll go talk to her.
 
(Aquatic pats Tamer on the back and exits to leave.)
 
Tamer: I hope this works…
 
FADE

>>>

JR: The Thug is in the building!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught walking into the building from the parking lot. He is dressed in his “Psychotic 1” jersey and an aluminum baseball bat over his shoulder.)
 
King: Not only is he here, he looks to do damage again!
 
JR: Last week he cost Scotty the six-man tag match against the Family!
 
King: And tonight, he and Black go for the Tag Team Titles!
 
JR: If they can work together. I still think Dreadnaught was aiming for Black last week!
 
King: Maybe, but they could still be Tag Champs if they can beat the Syndicate!

(‘Earlier on Tonight’ appears on the Bruisertron. 
We see the arrival of Ezekiel at the arena, to much
fanfare.  As he passes through security he is met by
The Couch)
 
The Couch: Hey man, what’s happened to our little
arrangement?
 
Ezekiel: I believe it evaporated when you forgot the rules. 
I was giving you exclusive interviews, and you were
 largely misrepresenting what I said.
 
The Couch: Hey hey, now that is taking it a bit too far. 
Its called artistic license.
 
Ezekiel: Indeed it may be.  Unfortunately I do not work
like that.  The Truth is precious and must be preserved. 
Couch, you should heed my thoughts.  There are some
here in the BMWF who are starting to forget my message,
and returning to the shadows.  I will promise you this
Couch, that after I am finished with Tobey Miliken,
there are going to be some changes.
 
(Ezekiel walks of in the direction of the changing rooms)
 
>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing alongside none other than the number one contender, The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, what a blockbuster announcement that you and Lowedown made last week on Bedlam! You two will be stepping into a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match at Bruisermania for the World title with special guest referee Ash! What a match this will be!

Judge: Lowedown and I want to put on a hell of match that no one will ever forget. By us both getting to pick a stipulation, we both added a little flavor to what is sure to be an already memorable match. Lowe and I only agree with each other that far, however. As you saw earlier tonight, we both have a very different opinion on the outcome of the match.

Bole: As you and Lowedown both announced earlier, next week on Bedlam, Lowedown will be going one-on-one with Scotty Scott, and you will be facing the former World Champ Master Z!

Judge: Lowedown thinks he can get the upperhand on me by making me face the big, bad Master Z! Well let me tell you something Lowe, just because it took you three times to beat him, doesn't mean I'll have trouble! As far as Scotty Scott goes, I know Scotty will do what it takes to get the job done. I picked him to face Lowedown next week, because I know he takes wrestling very seriously, and he has supported me all the way. That's also why I picked Ash to special guest ref at Bruisermania.

Bole: Tonight you face the person you faced last year at Bruisermania, a person who has rivaled you for a long time, none other than Tamer.

Judge: Tamer and I have had quite a history, with him actually beating me at Bruisermania last year. However, you don't see Tamer going to face Lowedown for the World title at Bruisermania 2005, do you? Tamer was just one of the people who lost to me in the Elimination Chamber at the Bedlam Bowl, however he was a definite frontrunner. Many people assumed he was going to win, and tonight I'm going to go out there and prove that my win over Tamer in the Chamber was not a fluke! I am the one who deserves to face Lowedown at the biggest event of the entire year, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as we fade.)

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