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

(The Couch is standing by backstage with Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt.)

Couch: Mr. Showtime.

Vernon: I dare you to call me that again.

Couch: Uh, sorry, old habit. Vernon.

Vernon: Yes?

Couch: Tonight you get a shot at the Television Championship held by a fellow member of Prime
Time, Kolic. This match was seemingly out of the blue, especially considering Kolic had previously
volunteered to team with you against William Black and Dreadnaught. Were you surprised that this
was your scheduled match?

Vernon: Not at all, Couch. I expected nothing less from an administration that so fears the
organization that is Prime Time. We were chosen as stable of the year. We are a stable full of
present and former champions, and there is not a single belt that has not passed through our ranks
at one time or another. We're powerful, Couch.perhaps too powerful for the powers that be.

Couch: So what about this match then? You have made comments leading us to believe that you not
only intend to show no mercy, but that you plan on making an example out of your stablemate. Are
you serious?

Vernon: Naturally.

Couch: So you're definitely pursuing the title tonight in this match.

Vernon: And I will do whatever it takes to gain control of that belt, Couch. Kolic may be my
stablemate and potential tag team partner at some point in the future, but tonight, he is my
opponent. There is no loyalty within the confines of the squared circle. If he leaves himself
open, I'll take any path necessary to bring that title home with me.

Couch: And as far as demonstrating your apparent attitude shift?

Vernon: Some people say I don't deserve to call myself "Violence." Tonight, these people will
learn just how wrong they are.

Couch: Do you think this could affect any possible teaming you may want to do with Kolic down the
road?

Vernon: I'd say that's something you'd have to ask him. He controls his own destiny. I can't make
him team with me; I can only accept his offer when and if it comes. I'd like to think he has
enough respect for me and my accomplishments that he would not only understand what I plan on
doing tonight, but would also be willing to do the same. I want Kolic to bring his best tonight.
Anything less would be uncivilized.

Couch: Good luck tonight, then.

Vernon: Luck is a security blanket for fools. I intend to do well, and emerge with gold around my
waist. So don't wish me luck.just wish me an opponent who desires a good fight.

Couch: Thank you for your time then, Vernon. We'll all be looking forward to tonight's match.

Vernon: Ciao.

(Vernon exits.)

Couch: Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt versus Kolic for the Television Championship, live tonight!
It's sure to be a great match, so stay tuned, people! On with the show!

FADE OUT

>>>

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! The BMWF World champion has arrived here tonight and he has informed me that he is looking forward to something interesting here tonight!

King:As long as I can see PUPPIES, I don't care! WOO-HOO!

JR:All I know is that Lowedown and the Judge have already started to get on each other's nerves with their friendly chit chat! They are almost buddy buddy with Bruisermania coming up! Let's go to Slim Jim Sullivan who is standing by out in the parking lot with the World champion! Slim, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown and Flame leaning against the back of the truck as he lights up his cigar and blows smoke up in the air. Slim brings up the microphone as Lowedown drops ashes on the ground...)

Slim:It looks like tonight you are going one on one with a man you are very familiar with in the ring who goes by the name of...

(Lowedown stops him in mid sentence and then smiles as he looks down at Slim and pulls off his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:Let me ask you a question Slim. Do you think I am worried about the ultimate choke artist? The man who brought all the hype in the world and then fell like a row of dominos in front of me! Then, he pulls a swerve out of his @$$ and tries to take me out with a chop block in a tag match. Do you think for a single moment that I am not looking forward to whooping his @$$ all over Pennsylvania?

Slim:Well I...

Lowedown:Of course of you don't Slim! I am more than willing to drop Harry right through the ring like I did last time and make him my personal BLEEP! Harry is walking right into the Lion's Den tonight and this Lion is hungry baby!

Slim:Plus, I've heard that the Judge is planning something festive tonight. Are you concerned?

Lowedown:Concerned? Why should I be concerned? I know the Judge wants this title, but even the Judge isn't going to cheap shot me here tonight. The Judge knows that if he tries to beat me down like I'm some kind of punk, I'll give him a taste of Bruisermania quick, fast, and in a painful hurry. Judgie-boy knows me well enough to know that I will come down on him like the Riders of the Apocolypse and bring hell down all around him.

Flame:Oh my. That sounds so science fiction.

Lowedown:Ah bite me!

Slim:How did you come up with the match for Bruisermania so quickly? A steel cage with barb wire around the outside with no interference from Syndicate or Family?

Lowedown:How did I come up with the match? It's real simple Slim. I wanted to give these people and honest to goodness match between the Judge and myself and no one will screw us over. There will be a clear cut winner at Bruisermania and no one will get in our way. But I will tell you Judge if you're listening to me. I am doing everything in my power to make this match a match to change history. No one will get in my way from driving that elbow down in the chest of the Judge. No one will stop me from hitting the Lock and Lowed on the throat of the Judge. And no one will stop me from putting the Judge to sleep in the center of that ring. Ash, you are family to me no matter what. But I'm telling you this right now. Don't play me brother because I will not be a happy man. Trust me on that one brother.

Slim:So you don't think Ash will be a fair referee?

Lowedown:He'd better be. That's all I have to say. Interview over? Nuff' said.

(Lowedown and Flame bounce off the truck and make their way into the locker room area as Slim tries to blow away the smoke cloud around him...)

fade...

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Ronald "The Thinker" Johnson

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Hollywood, CA...
Weighing in at 254 pounds...

Goldustin

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Chuck Columbo comes to ringside.
Goldustin whips Ronald Johnson into the ropes.
Goldustin misses with a clothesline.
Ronald Johnson almost takes Goldustin's head off with a flying clothesline
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Ronald Johnson.
Ronald Johnson runs into the ropes.
Goldustin nails Ronald Johnson with a dropkick.
Goldustin whips Ronald Johnson into the ropes, but Ronald Johnson reverses it.
Goldustin goes for a flying clothesline, but Ronald Johnson
ducks out of the way.
Ronald Johnson takes Goldustin down with a hurricanrana.
Ronald Johnson runs into the ropes.
Goldustin misses with a kick.
Ronald Johnson hits Goldustin with a kick.
Ronald Johnson goes for a vertical suplex, but Goldustin reverses it.
Goldustin nails Ronald Johnson with an elbowsmash.
Goldustin hoists Ronald Johnson high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Ronald Johnson crashing hard to the mat.
Goldustin hits Ronald Johnson with an elbowsmash.
Goldustin uses a headlock takedown on Ronald Johnson.
Goldustin hits a gutwrench suplex on Ronald Johnson.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Goldustin rubs himself all over and goes "Ooossssshhh"..
Goldustin is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Goldustin uses a dropkick on Ronald Johnson.
Goldustin goes for a headlock takedown, but Ronald Johnson throws him off.
Ronald Johnson whips Goldustin into the ropes.
Ronald Johnson smacks Goldustin with a devastating flying clothesline .
Ronald Johnson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Ronald Johnson smacks Goldustin with a devastating flying clothesline .
Ronald Johnson sets up Goldustin on the turnbuckle.
Ronald Johnson executes the Chronic Winning Disorder on Goldustin.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ronald Johnson goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Ronald Johnson.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ronald Johnson!

JR: We'll be right back! 0:13:44

(Ezekiel is in his changing room, when there is a knock
at the door)
 
Ezekiel: Yes?
 
(The door opens, and Paddy O’Brien enters)
 
Paddy: Hello there Zeke.
 
Ezekiel: I appreciate you being there last week; I hear you
had a good time backstage with The Union.
 
Paddy: I did indeed, those boys had no clue.  Look what
happened to that freak Mafioso.
 
Ezekiel: Are you ready for tonight?
 
Paddy: I’m glad the man decided to bring the cruiserweight
belts in.  Time for some fun I think.
 
(A smile forms over Paddy’s face, as he leaves the room)

>>> 

(Ryushi Fujita sits patiently backstage, his mind focused at the task at hand. Three men stand between him and the new Cruiserweight Title. His focus is disturbed as a knock is heard on the door. Kojima opens the door and we see The Couch standing there.)

The Couch: Ryushi, can I get just a couple of words about your match tonight?

(Kojima looks at Fujita.)

Ryushi Fujita: It's ok Kojima, let him in.

(Kojima fully opens the door and lets Couch in.)

The Couch: Thank you for taking the time Ryushi. Do you have any thoughts going into tonight's match?

Ryushi Fujita: Yes I do Couch. Tonight a journey begins, a journey that will end at the PPV, a journey that will end with the new Cruiserweight Title. A journey Couch, that will end with that belt around my waist. Three talented wrestlers stand in my way Couch, but they will not keep me from that belt.

The Couch: What about the Hardcore Championship?

Ryushi Fujita: Alexei was everything I thought he would be Couch. He is a deserving champion, worthy of my respect. I would welcome another match with him, title or not. Now Couch, I need to finish getting ready for the match.

(The Couch exits the room and Kojima shuts the door behind him as we go to commercial.)

(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm sitting in a chair in his locker room, drinking a soda.)

Kevin: Tonight, I have to fight three people, and simply not be the one pinned or made to submit to continue on this road for the Cruiserweight Title...

(Kevin takes a drink of his soda.)

Kevin: Paddy O' Brien... I have already defeated him before in a good match. It's nice to know that he's bounced back...

(Kevin takes another drink of his soda.)

Kevin: Dale Anderson... An up and coming star, who seems to suffer delusions of grandeur...

(Kevin drinks the soda, and tosses it into a waistbasket.)

Kevin: and Ryushi Fujita, a man seemingly lost in the shuffle of the BMWF...

(Kevin stands)

Kevin: These men are all that stand between me and that title. I expect a good match, but at the end, I plan to win this match, the next match, and the final match at Final Countdown...

(Kevin raises three fingers)

Kevin: The countdown... has begun...

(The camera fades... to... black...)

>>>
 
(Paddy O’Brien is standing backstage with Michael Bole
in the BMWF interview area)
 
Bole: Paddy, you have been vocal in your support for the
decision to bring in the Cruiserweight title.  How do you
rate your chances?
 
Paddy: As with anything it depends what lady lucks has in
store for you.  I’m going into this match with full guns blazing. 
Should I win, I win.  If I go out at the first stage, be sure that
is not the last the winners will here of me.  I will make them
take notice of me up to the Pay Per View.  And that’s final. 
Wait a minute, this may sound better.  And that’s the word
on that.  Nah, I’m not too sure.  You’ll need to give me some
time to think about it.  For now its Cruiserweight time.

>>>

(The scene opens up in a dim lit room with a dark figure sitting in it. The dark figure is seen moving. He begins to talk.)

?: Just a little bit from now, I get a chance to advance towards the cruiserweight title! The only competition in the match is Fujita. He beat me once before, maybe twice. Who chooses to remember their defeats? I sure as hell don't I just paint a picture of them in my head and remember to kick their *bleep*es later. But, this match shows nothing of TRUE competition here. Kevin Storm is a weak incompetent loser who can't find his way through a one way street. He is no competition to me at all. I also think Alexei beat him. That shows true weakness there, not even able to beat someone like Romanov. Pure weakness. Fujita however, beat me when time to wrestle me was at worse. I was weak then, no fight in me at all. But now times are different, I have been training, been taught by submission trainers. They shown me the way to glory in being a submissionist. Fujita, his honed edge can't help him now. Nothng can, and he will feel real pain throughout his body. The Buster is coming for him! Who was the other opponent? Oh yeah the Leprechaun. He can't fight his way through a box of Lucky Charms! His true defeat shall come soon enough. You probably know who I am by now so...

(He snaps his fingers and the lights turn on. It reveals him to be Dale.)

Dale: I know I talk alot of trash, but I fight a hell of alot better than most people can dream. I base my life on wrestling, only because it is my heritage, and also because I love it. My brother Xavier formerly known as X-Fraction was a wrestler in much smaller feds. He couldn't make the cut here though. I know he would have done well though. My father was a wrestler, but he died in a tragic accident a few years back when he was Sitdown Piledriven off the top turnbuckle. He lived for three hours after that, then died by a by his neck bone being shattered. He did show true fight. So now I wrestle, knowing of the dangers, and to show the fight my dad once shown. He never held a title, but he was one of the best wrestlers then. He just never always was screwed from them. Now I will hold a title. The Crusierweight title! And noone can stop me, Not Kevin, Not Fujita, and DEFINITELY not PADDY. Man Paddy, give up wrestling and continue those Lucky Charms commercials, because there is no way you will ever win something good.

(Dale stands up and stretches out. He grabs a pole that is suspending from the roof and starts some pull ups.)

Dale: This match needed competition, not three idiots facing me. I mean, what losers to be in a match with me. I didn't want this! Not at all! But, the title match seems great. Oh well, all the easier to get that title. All the easier!

(Dale drops from the pole.)

Dale: Counting down the time, it seems so near, it seems it's almost time, TO SHOW THEM WHAT IS FEAR!

(Dale walks out of the room and the scene fades.)

LILLY: This contest is a four corners match scheduled for one fall. It is the first match in the Cruiserweight Title Tournament. The loser of this match will be eliminated from the tournament.

From Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The man who will be Cruiserweight Champ makes his way down to the ring area, and slowly enters the ring and awaits the start of the match.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

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

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

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

Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS!

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

Kevin: Once again, Greetings! After winning two in a row, I have been blessed with a spot to grab a new title belt.

(The crowds cheer)

Kevin: I will be fighting three other men, and this is the first of three matches. Who's ready to see me win this match?

(The crowd cheers)

Kevin: Who wants to see me win the Cruiserwieght Title at Final Countdown?

(The crowd cheers louder)

Kevin: Ryushi Fujita, Dale Anderson, and Paddy O' Brien, it's time! Walk with me...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

LILLY: Their opponent...
From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

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

King: Why is Dale coming out last?

JR: Cause he can.

King: Oh.

LILLY: AND MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... Weighing in at 235 pounds, at a height of 6'4, DALE ANDERSON!

(The bruisertron begins to flicker. When the flickering stops The words Dale Anderson shines across it. After the words go away Dangerzone (The music only version) by Kenny Loggins hits the pa. A dark figure appears at the top of the ramp. He begins to slowly walk up to the ring looking pumped and ready to fight. He comes into the light and smiles at the three men in the ring. He slides in and the music shuts off.)

*DING DING*

(As soon as the bell rings Dale clotheslines Paddy and Kevin and head scissors Fujita out of the ring.)

JR: OH MY GOD! Fujita was thrown out early and went neck first into the barrier!

King: I hope he is okay. Wait, Dale has both Kevin and Paddy in suplex positions!

JR: He can't do that! Thats almost twice his weight! Oh he did! He suplexed them both!

Dale runs at the ropes and bounces off he double elbows both Kevin and Paddy in the gut. He gets up and lifts Kevin up. He suplexes Kevin onto Paddy's gut. Paddy rolls out of the ring. Dale goes to the top rope and awaits Kevin to get up. He missle dropkicks Kevin as he got up! Kevin flies straight into the other turnbuckle. He rests there seemingly dazed. Dale gets up and dropkicks Kevin in the forehead, he then hangs Kevin up in a tree of Woe and runs to the other turnbuckle, he runs and baseball slides Kevin in the face.

JR: It looks as iff Kevin has a bloody nose!

King: Dale see's Paddy and Fujita fightning outside the ring. The ref doesn't even notice them, he is checking on Kevin.

Fujita takes out Paddy and slides in the ring, he runs towards Dale but Dale reverses the clothesline attemp and tosses Fujita into the ref. The ref is crushed in between Kevin and Fujita. He falls down temporarily knocked out. Dale see's this and climbs out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair and see's Paddy rushing toward him. With one forceful swing Paddy goes down. Dale slides in the ring and Swings hard at a dazed Fujita. Fujita hits the mat hard. Kevin is still hung up and Dale runs at him and sticks the chair right into the gut of Kevin. Dale slides out of the ring and hides the chair under the ring. Kevin falls from the turnbuckle and holds his gut.Paddy is trying to climb into the ring. His forehead split open.

JR: It's only the beginning of the match and two men are split open!

King: This is a massacre!

Dale grabs Paddy and throws him at the turnbuckle. Dale climbs up and gives Paddy a top rope Swinging Neckbreaker. Dale gets back up and raises his hands to the crowd, he the springs off and lands his feet into paddy's gut! The crowd roars with cheers as Dale lifts Paddy. Dale gives Paddy a tornado DDT. He pins. The ref crawls over and counts.

Ref: One... Two... Paddy lays there but Fujita breaks the count.

Dale gets up and grabs Fujita, Dale gives him a suplex again on to Paddy. Kevin is up and runs at Dale, Dale hip tosses Kevin over the top rope! Kevin lands back first onto the ground outside! KEvin screams in pain and rolls around.

JR: Oh my god! Dale threw Kevin over the ropes!

King: That guy is gonna need some huge doses of Tylenol!

JR: You can say that again King!

King: That guy is gonna need some huge doses of Tylenol!

Jr: I didn't mean it literally.

King: Sorry.

Dale grabs Fujita and whips him to the turnbuckle, and then puts him in the Bronx Buster position and walks towards Paddy. Dale then performs the Bronx Buster on Fujita while landing on Paddy! Paddy rolls out and Dale looks happy.

King: Why isn't he pinning?

JR: Oh no, he flips Fujita over! The Bronx Blackout!

Dale locks in the arm the head and the leg. On Fujita. He let's go and remembers something. He lifts Fujita attempts the Honed edge.

Fujita reverses it!

Dale pokes him in the eyes before he can perfom the move.

Dale: That's what you get!

King: Unexpected!

JR: Ouch!

Dale then locks in a modified armbar. He smiles as Fujita screams. He lets go and see's Kevin running toward him. He throws him out of the ring again. Paddy tries as well but Dale laughs and enziguiris him as he is running. Dale Lifts Paddy and Bulldogs him into Fujitas back. Paddy rolls out and Dale grabs Fujita. He lifts him and throws him out of the ring. Everyone but Dale is out of the ring.

(Kevin Storm runs into the ropes, bouncing off, and nailing Dale Anderson with a clothesline.)

JR: And Kevin Storm almost takes off Dale's head with that!

(Kevin Storm picks up Dale by his head and puts him on top of a turnbuckle.)

JR: And Kevin is now going for a high risk move!

King: Push him, Dale! Don't let Storm do this to you!

JR: And when have you been an Anderson fan?

King: I just don't like Storm!

(Kevin climbs the turnbuckle, and executes a top-rope hurricarana on Dale. Dale lands on the mat with a thud.)

JR: DID YOU JUST HEAR THE IMPACT FROM THAT MOVE?

King: I heard you more, JR. Now I can't hear a thing...

(Kevin climbs the turnbuckle again. Once he's at the top, he raises his fist.)

Kevin: WALK WITH ME...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Kevin then flips backwards, executing the Between Worlds. Kevin's leg drives right into Dale's throat.)

JR: And Storm has just hit the Between Worlds on Dale Anderson! This might be it folks...

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, Ryushi Fujita makes the save.

(As the four-way match is about to begin, "Lying From You" hits up
over the PA and, for a second week in a row, the Hardcore Champion
Alexei Romanov appears on-stage uninvited.)

JR: Oh, not this again. What's he doing out here?

KING: You think he's coming to visit with us again? That'd be great!

JR: Ugh. I hope not.

KING: Some some respect, JR!

(Alexei bypasses the ramp this time, hopping over the back part of the
guardrail and working his way through the crowd and into an empty seat
in the front row. He's holding something at his side as he takes a
seat by some fans, setting it in front of him and pulling the Hardcore
title from around his waist, draping it over his shoulder.)

JR: What's he got there, King?

KING: I dunno, but it can't be good!

(As the match begins, Alexei reveals that he's brought down a sign. He
unfolds it and holds it up high. The sign reads:

"KEVIN STORM IS UNDERRATED...")

JR: Well, that doesn't seem bad. What's the deal with that?

(He flips it around to reveal the rest of it:

"..HE'S A MUCH BIGGER LOSER!")

JR: Oh, that's terrible.

KING: HA HA! I like it!

JR: Ryushi Fujita takes Paddy O'Brien down with a brainbuster.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita hits a German suplex on Paddy O'Brien.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Paddy O'Brien with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita executes a shining wizard on Paddy O'Brien.
Ryushi Fujita leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a shining wizard, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien hits a baseball slide on Ryushi Fujita.
Paddy O'Brien hits Ryushi Fujita with a dropkick.
Paddy O'Brien goes for a leg grapevine, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Paddy O'Brien counters it with
a crucifix.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Paddy O'Brien nails Ryushi Fujita with a baseball slide.
Rick Patrick removes the chair from the ring.
Paddy O'Brien whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Paddy O'Brien counters it with
a hiptoss.

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

Paddy O'Brien goes for an Asai moonsault, but Ryushi Fujita side-steps and
Paddy O'Brien only hits air.
Ryushi Fujita executes a flying elbowdrop on Paddy O'Brien.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita uses a flying elbowdrop on Paddy O'Brien.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita gets the STF on Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien tries to escape the hold.
Paddy O'Brien breaks the hold after 9 seconds.
Paddy O'Brien nails Ryushi Fujita with a European uppercut.
Paddy O'Brien hits Ryushi Fujita with a fisherman suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.

Dale Anderson goes for neckbreaker, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita sends Dale Anderson into the turnbuckle.
Ryushi Fujita runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Dale Anderson lifts his
knee.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Dale Anderson goes for a backbreaker, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita uses a T-Bone Suplex on Dale Anderson.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.

King: Dale throws Fujita into the turnbuckle violently!

JR: Fujita is in trouble! Tornado DDT!

Dale nips up and grabs Kevin, Dale then suplexes Kevin and climbs the turnbuckle. Kevin gets up and Dale hits a Dragonrana but instead of pinning he launches Kevin through the ropes and he hits the mat hard.

King: Now that's a way to use a move!

JR: Kevin seems to be out cold!

King: Oh have you noticed Scotty and Dales feud intensifying?

JR: Yes actually. I remember last week Scotty screwed Dale out of a title.

King: At least Dale won the match.

JR: Yeah. But Dale didn't seem too happy about that.

King: Dale hits a strong spike suplex. He pins.

Ref: One... Two... Kickout by Fujita.

King: Close count for Fujita. But he is still in there.

Dale lifts Fujita. Fujita fights out with a couple lefts and rights. He runs to the opposite ropes and attempts a clothesline. Instead Dale grabs him and belly to belly suplexes him out of the ring.

JR: Oh my god! He landed on the back of his head! Fujita could be seriously injured here!

King: He isn't even moving! No sign of life at all! Wait! Paddy clotheslined Dale!

Dale climbs up and is hit again, the third time Dale ducks under and grabs Paddy from behind. He turns Paddy around and Vertical Exploders him out of the ring!

JR: The third victim to be thrown out!

King: Paddy landed on the passed out Fujita! Fujita shows signs of life by grasping his crushed abdomen.

Dale slides out of the ring and grabs Paddy, he hooks the arms and gives him a Double Arm Suplex into the barrier. Paddy grabs his back in pain.The ref slides out of the ring to check on Paddy, Dale looks in a wonder. He lifts Fujita up, his body limp. Kevin grabs the chair that Dale hid and rushes toward Dale. He swings the chair but Dale hears it and Ducks. The chair smashes into Fujitas face. He falls down again. Kevin throws the chair behind the barrier as the ref looks at where the noise came from.

King: Well that's a smart move by Kevin. Paddy is talking to the ref.

A fan lifts the chair and Dale whips KEvin into thebarrier near the person with the chair. He then smiles and tell the person to hit Kevin. The fan hits Kevin in the face with the chair. Kevin goes limp and is in pain.

JR: Oh my god! The fan hit Kevin!

King: Dale has his eyes set on Paddy. He lifts him up and whips him into the ring. Paddy goes in and Dale follows. The ref slides in and Dale lifts PAddy. He lifts paddy and sits him on the turnbuckle. Dale climbs up and gives Paddy the Frankensteiner. He pins.

Ref: One... Two... out of nowhere Dale is flying clotheslined by Fujita. Dale gets up in a hurry and grabs him. Fujita swings. Dale grabs his arm and locks in an armbar. Fujita screams in pain and tries to fight out.

King: That armbar! Could it be over? Fujita isn't as tough as Kolic, he might not fight it!

JR: He's about to tap! Wait, Paddy breaks the submission hold! The ref is being distracted by Kevin pulling on his pants trying to get up. Paddy is to his feet and Dale lowblows him.

Dale: Look, I found your lucky charms!

King: Did you hear that? Hahaha. Nice one.

JR: I don't get it.

Dale rolls up Paddy. The ref tries to ge to count but Kevin is tugging his pants. Kevin is up and breaks the pin. Fujita gets up and clotheslines Kevin. Dale gets up and grabs them both from behind.

King: He hits them with a double bulldog!

JR: Paddy is climbing up! Dale hits him with a DDT!

Dale lifts Paddy and with force lifts him and gives him a front suplex! Paddy grabs his abdomen. Dale grabs both Kevin and Fujita as they get up and hits them with a double DDT.

King: Oh my god. Dale is dominating them!

JR: Worse then that!

Dale smiles. He looks at kevin. and the Fujita. He grabs them both in suplexes. He lifts them up and hooks both their legs.

VOICE: Hold on, jabronie!

KING: Hey! It's President Rock!

ROCK: now, the Rock see that you are about to attempt an impossible move --a DOUBLE BRONX BUSTER -- but just for the record...

From the Page of 1000 Holds:

Neck Breaker, Elevated Cradle
Used by : Damian, Yone Genjin, Mike Enos, Daisuke Ikeda
AKA : Muscle Buster
Description : The victim is sitting on the top turnbuckle. The attacker grabs the victim and bends them down so the back of the victim's neck is resting on the attacker's shoulder. The attacker hooks one or both of the victim's legs them with their arms. The attacker stands up so the victim is suspended upside down with the the attacker holding their legs. The attacker drops to their knees, impacting the victim's neck on the attacker's shoulder.

ROCK: That's right, jabronie! And you aren't strong enough to do a double suplex either! You ain't no Kane or Undertaker! However, The Rock was nice enough to let that slide once, but not twice!

JR: Storm and Fujita fall on top of Dale Anderson!

JR: A strong man this is. He just laid out two of our finest cruiserweights!

KING: Looks they're laying on top of him!

JR: Well, they're all up again!

He looks at Paddy. He grabs Paddy and gives him a Bronx Buster as well.\

JR: Make that three...

King: The leprechaun is one of our finest Cruiserweights?

JR: Shut up King. Dale is posing to the crowd with all three men laid out.

King: Dale picks up Paddy, he hooks his head, and lifts him up. Paddy is stunned as Dale slams him down.

JR: You don't have to say the match word for word...

King: Yes I do!

*smack*

King: OW what was that for?

Jr: You were being an idiot.

King: SO?

Dale grabs Kevin and throws him into Fujita.

King: What do you call that move? A helpful spear?

JR: You could call it that.

Dale grabs Paddy and throws him into Fujita and Kevin. He then climbs the tunbuckle and suicide dives into all three of them.

King: Dale sat right onto Paddy's head!

JR: Well he landed on all of them...

Dale gets up and gives Fujita a neckbreaker. He gives Kevin a backbreaker, and Paddy gives Dale a Lowblow!

King: The ref missed that!

JR: He must be blind!

Paddy rolls up Dale but Dale rolls out of it and dropkicks him. Paddy is laid out flat. Dale is up trying to resist the pain and grabs KEvin, he scoop slams him onto Paddy. Fujita comes up and gives Dale the Honed edge. Dale lays out flat. Fujita turns around and gets Paddy, He gives him a stern kick and Paddy falls, he then pins Dale. Kevin by this time is at the top turnbuckle. He hits the between worlds on Fujita to break the count. He pins Fujita. Dale grabs Kevin and hits the Bronx Buster onto him.

JR: This is hectic!

King: Finishers everywhere! Yet no successful pins.

Dale grabs Fujita, THE BRONX BUSTER! ANd then Paddy, ANOTHER!

JR: He yet again laid them all out!

King: No pins though.

Dale grabs Paddy and locks in the arm head and leg!

JR: The Bronx Blackout! It could be over! Will Paddy tap?

Dale lets off and grabs Kevin. He throws him out of the ring. Then does the same to Fujita.

JR: Okay?!?

King: He got rid of them. Wait he locks in the Bronx Blackout to Paddy again! Noone to break it! It could now be over!

JR: They're too close to the ropes!

Paddy O'Brien reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.

Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with an inverted DDT.
Ryushi Fujita executes a brainbuster on Dale Anderson.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita uses a brainbuster on Dale Anderson.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.
Rick Patrick removes the chair from the ring.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a fisherman buster.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita whips Dale Anderson into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a backdrop.
Dale Anderson falls out of the ring.
Ryushi Fujita goes through the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita throws Dale Anderson into the guardrail.
Ryushi Fujita runs Dale Anderson into the ringpost.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita takes Dale Anderson down with a T-Bone Suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Dale Anderson with a devastating clothesline .
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Rick Patrick counts: 4.
Ryushi Fujita reenters the ring.
Dale Anderson rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Ryushi Fujita leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Ryushi Fujita sets up the chair.
Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a brainbuster onto the chair.
Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Dale Anderson.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, Kevin Storm makes the save.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson attempts to place Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle, but
Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Dale Anderson goes for a front suplex, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Rick Patrick removes the chair from the ring.
Ryushi Fujita leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with an elbow.

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

Ryushi Fujita gets a half Boston crab on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a brainbuster.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.
Ryushi Fujita whips Dale Anderson into the turnbuckle.
Ryushi Fujita charges in with a handspring elbow, but Dale Anderson
moves out of the way.
Dale Anderson uses the Dragon Ray on Ryushi Fujita.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dale Anderson sets up Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson hits a top-rope neckbreaker on Ryushi Fujita.
Dale Anderson goes for a front suplex, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a vertical suplex.

Kevin Storm hits cresent kick on Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is cheering on Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm almost takes Ryushi Fujita's head off with a clothesline
Kevin Storm goes for a snapmare, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Kevin Storm with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita takes Kevin Storm down with a T-Bone Suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.

(As Storm and O'Brien battle inside the ring, Fujita and Anderson go at it on the outside. Fujita counters a punch attempt with a reverse neckbreaker that stuns Anderson. Fujita yells to Kojima in Japanese and the bodyguard quickly springs into action, reaching under the ring and pulling out a table. He quickly sets up the table and places Anderson on it while Fujita slides back in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Kojima holds down Anderson until Fujita takes flight and crashes down on Anderson driving both men through the table to the arena floor.)

(O'Brien staggers Fujita with a stiff right hand and quickly follows that up with a short arm
clothesline. Fujita is stomped a couple of times before being dragged to his feet and whipped into the ropes, O'Brien goes for another clothesline but Fujita counters it by ducking the clothesline and connecting with a reverse neckbreaker. Fujita quickly grabs him and drives him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex. He stomps on O'Brien a few times before slowly climbing the turnbuckle and leaping off with a flying elbowdrop.)

Kevin Storm whips Paddy O'Brien into the ropes, but Paddy O'Brien reverses it.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kevin Storm with an elbow.
Joe Finch removes the chair from the ring.
Paddy O'Brien executes a European uppercut on Kevin Storm.
Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kevin Storm with a kick.
Paddy O'Brien nails Kevin Storm with a European uppercut.
Paddy O'Brien takes Kevin Storm down with an Asai moonsault.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Paddy O'Brien gives the sign for the Shamrock Drop.
Paddy O'Brien executes the Shamrock Drop on Kevin Storm.
Paddy O'Brien is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Paddy O'Brien goes for the pin.

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, Ryushi Fujita makes the save.
Paddy O'Brien takes Kevin Storm down with a legsweep.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kevin Storm with a throat drop on top rope.
Paddy O'Brien hits Kevin Storm with a throat drop on top rope.
Kevin Storm nails him with a Backdrop Piledriver.
The crowd is cheering on Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm executes the Between Worlds on Paddy O'Brien.
Kevin Storm is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Kevin Storm goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Kevin Storm is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kevin Storm! Paddy O'Brien is eliminated from the tournament!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage. The cameraman is coming around the corner when he spies a masked
figure taping a note onto the Prime Time locker room door. The person runs off before we can get a
good look at them. The camera zooms in on the note.)

"Isaiah 45:7 - I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do
all these things."

Fade.

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(The BruiserTron cuts to two small children walking into a broken-down MackDaddyDonald's. They approach the counter guy, played by Dwade Wayne.)

Adorable Kid #1: Yo, G! Can I have 2 3/8-pounders with cheese?

Adorable Kid #2: And make them Pimpin' Sized!

Dwade Wayne: No can do, kids. Ever since Mortimer Spurslocked started whining and complaining, everyone at MackDaddyDonald's decided that we don't have the *Bleeps* to Pimpin' Size our burgers anymore!

Adorable Kids: WHAT?

(Suddenly, Aquatic pushes open the doors.)

Aquatic: Don't worry, kids!

Adorable Kid #2: Hey! It's BMWF Wrestler Of Reasonable Popularity Aquatic!

Aquatic: Oh my gosh! It's Dwade Wayne! You're my favorite basketball player! Can I have your autograph?

Dwade Wayne: Stick to the teleprompter.

Aquatic: Where's that?

Dwade Wayne: Over my head.

Aquatic: (looking up) Gotcha. (Turns to the kids.) Kids, it's obvious MackDaddyDonald's has abandoned you, much like my father did me. But now, (pulling out a bag) there's NEW HardO's Demonburgers!

(We cut to a video of Demonburgers being created, while the omniscient narrator takes over.)

Narrator: Here at HardO's, we don't believe in killing defenseless animals. Our HardO's Demonburgers are made from 300-pound Mexican cows that were killed in battle with our well-trained illegal immigrant army. In fact, the army is so large that we could realy take over Texas anytime. There's a thought.

(There is a quiet pondering.)

Narrator: Anyway, the meat is cut of the cow's bones, and soaked in grease until it expands. The burgers are then slathered with cheese, mayo and bacon fat, and a diced hot dog is added to the 3 patties.

(Cut back to Aquatic and Dwade sitting together.)

Aquatic: So, who would you say has done the most for the Miami Warmth this year? Shakill or Medved Jones?

Dwade Wayne: Me. Now shut up and eat your burger. Cracker *Bleep*.

(Cut to the huge HardO's logo and the slogan "Don't Live Long, Die Happy.")

>>>

(Vernon Vanderbilt is sitting alone in a darkened room, possibly the Prime Time locker room,
though it's not obvious. There is a single light on, shining on him.)

Vernon: Valentine's Day. 'Tis the day of love and lovers. Cupid chooses this time to let loose
his arrows in order to spread love all over the planet.

(Vernon lights a cigarette, takes a long, slow drag, and exhales. He looks directly at the
camera.)

Vernon: Cupid's full of *BLEEP*.

(He stands and begins to pace the floor.)

Vernon: All you need is love. Love will keep us together. (slight pause) Love is a
battlefield. Love, love, love. Well, I believe that lovers should be chained together, thrown
into the ocean in the worst of weather, left there to drown.left there to drown in their
innocence. People say it's love that keeps the world turning, the fires burning, and hearts
yearning. People are ignorant. What is love if not the most mortal wound of all? Love hurts,
love scars, love wounds, love mars. Love.leaves you dead or dying in its wake. Love is evil, and
love is unstoppable so long as people continue to believe in its beneficence.

(Vernon walks over and picks up a guitar leaning against the wall. He sits back down and begins
to idly strum.)

Vernon: So many songs have been written over the years. So many songs about love, its birth, its
death, its mere existence. But love is most dangerous when it is given and not returned.

(Vernon starts playing a slow, mournful tune. He clears his throat, then begins to sing.)

Vernon: (singing) Don't waste your time, that would be a crime
Don't waste your time on something that can't love you back
Don't waste your live on ignorance and strife
Don't waste your life on something that can't love you back
Don't waste your heart, it's your only place to start
Don't waste your heart on something that can't love you back
Don't waste your soul, if pain is a virtue then let love be your
goal
I said don't waste your soul on something that can't love you
back

(He puts down the guitar, takes a drag on his cigarette, then speaks once more.)

Vernon: That could be a single, I bet. Maybe I'll record an album, put it on there, make even
more money, and buy me some happiness. Not too much.too much happiness causes blindness, and in
this business, that is fatal. Instead, I will embrace my sadness, my anger, and use it to fuel my
future successes. The only path to the light leads through the darkness. I think I prefer the
darkness anyway.

(He extinguishes his cigarette and exits.)

FADE OUT

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(Kolic is shown backstage in his locker room, TV Title draped on his lap)

Kolic: This title...what does it really mean? It...wait, are we live?

Camera Guy: Yeah.

Kolic: Good, I didn't want to look like I was talking to myself. As I was
saying...it seems like such a blessing. A prestigious accomplishment that
will surely catapult me to greater heights. An item of value that makes me
more respected among my peers. Yet, my mind can't help but think that this
title has brought me nothing but disappointment. I used slightly underhanded
means to win it, then barely held on against Dale last week. Even then I
went outside normal match rules to retain. I keep telling myself to forget
it and move on, but there it remains...on to other matters.

(Kolic thinks for a second)

Kolic: Why did I help Vernon last week? Yes, part was seeing Vernon in
trouble and needing assistance. He can say whatever he wants about he had
things in control and being too tough to require my help, but I saw he
couldn't survive under the match brutality. So, without intentionally
disqualifying him, I helped him out and left before I was dealt bodily harm.
Seeing as how I wasn't involved in the first place, I saw no need to be
attacked by the participants. As for his offer to tag with him, I accept; I
can think of no other person who could catalyze my career as a partner as
well as he could. I look forward to a great partnership. I think that's all
I want to say, now I must defend my title against Vernon.

Fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Kolic

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

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

(The same riff and drums sound)

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

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

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Hailing from San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

("Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" by A Perfect Circle starts to play.
All the lights go out except for a single, blue spotlight at the top of the ramp. More
bluespotlights start to turn on and join the first. The Bruisertron flashes the words "The Show
IsOver!...Get Your Fear On!" The spotlights start flashing, strobe style, then go completely out.
A moment's pause, then a massive, red, pyrotechnic explosion! Out steps Vernon Vanderbilt! He's
wearing a black and red ensemble, topped off with his black sunglasses and a red, plastic
trenchcoat. Mr. Beauregarde follows behind him. He reaches the ring and enters, heading directly
to his corner without saying a single word to anyone.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

Vernon and Kolic circle one another, considering their approach.
Kolic lunges at Vernon, who sidesteps him.
Vernon turns and they lock up.
Both men struggle for dominance.

JR: Two teammates, now on opposite sides of the battle. This is the stuff that epics are made
of!

King: Epics? All I want is to see these two destroy each other. Vernon promised violence, and I
expect to see some tonight.

JR: You would.

Vernon strikes Kolic with a knee to the gut, then follows up with a Russian legsweep.
And both men are back to their feet.
Kolic rushes at Vernon.
Vernon executes an arm drag.
Kolic is up, and gets arm dragged again.
Back up, and another arm drag.
Once more, but this time was one too many trips to the well for Vernon.
Kolic ducks and takes Vernon down with a quick dropkick.
Vernon gets up again.
They lock up, and Vernon twists Kolic's arm.
Kolic reverses, and Vernon reverses again.
Kolic reverses once wore, then kicks Vernon in the thigh.
Kolic goes for another kick to Vernon's head.
Vernon ducks, then takes Kolic down with a short clothesline.
The fans are loudly applauding this athletic display.

JR: These two men have brought their top games tonight. This is going to be a highly athletic
contest.

King: Until Vernon gets started.

JR: We'll see, King. We'll see.

Vernon Vanderbilt executes a swinging neckbreaker on Kolic.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic hits irish whip on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Kolic whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a spin kick.
Kolic smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes, but Vernon Vanderbilt reverses it.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with an elbow.
Kolic takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a 619.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with spinning headscissors.

JR: Kolic is standing over a fallen Vernon, and is laying into him with
kicks to the stomach! He rebounds off the ropes and hits an elbow, followed
by a pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

King: Kolic nearly had it there!

JR: Kolic picks up Vernon, whips him into the turnbuckle; wait, Vernon
reverses. Vernon follows in, but Kolic dodges and kicks Vernon with the
broad side of his leg! Kolic jumps on the turnbuckle and hits a spinning
headscissors! Vernon's on the middle rope, and Kolic calls for the 619! He
rebounds off the far ropes...and hits it!

King: I thought he had given up on that move!

JR: Vernon's stumbling in the ring; Kolic's handstanding on the top
rope...and he hits the Slide Rule! Both men are out!

Ref: 1!.....2!.....3!

JR: Kolic is up at three, but so is Vernon! They exchange blows; Kolic
blocks a punch and karate chops Vernon's arm! He kicks Vernon in the gut and
hits a Russian legsweep! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, thr...kickout!

JR: Kolic whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes, but Vernon Vanderbilt reverses it.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a kick.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic hits a punch on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Kolic almost takes Vernon Vanderbilt's head off with a clothesline
Kolic is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with irish whip.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Vernon Vanderbilt's head off with a clothesline

Vernon tosses Kolic over the top rope.
Kolic drops hard on the floor.
Vernon leaps onto the top turnbuckle.

JR: High risk maneuver!

Vernon jumps off and scores with a stunning moonsault on the prone Kolic.

JR: GOOD GAWD! THESE MEN ARE BROKEN IN HALF!

King: They look pretty intact to me.

JR: Well.

King: Never underestimate the power of hyperbole?

JR: Well.

Vernon drags Kolic to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.
Vernon quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle and takes the leap!
Flying elbow drop across Kolic's sternum!
Vernon makes the cover.
The ref counts: One! Two! Kickout!

JR: So close!

Vernon Vanderbilt hits Kolic with a clothesline.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with an elbow.
Kolic hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a kick.
Kolic is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kolic nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a Russian legsweep.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.
Kolic takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kolic almost takes Vernon Vanderbilt's head off with a clothesline
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Kolic nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a punch.

Vernon Vanderbilt smacks Kolic with a devastating cartwheel clothesline .
The crowd erupts.

JR: Vernon has Kolic placed on the top turnbuckle, I can't imagine what
he'll do here. Wait, Kolic's fighting back with a flurry of punches! Vernon
is knocked to the floor! Kolic somehow stands on the top rope...and hits a
monster hurricanrana!

King: I don't know how he stood up there, much less do what he just did!

JR: Kolic struggles to his feet...and signals for the Binary Blast! The
crowd's going crazy! He grabs Vernon, Irish Whips him into the ropes...

Vernon ducks!

Vernon Vanderbilt executes a Russian legsweep on Kolic.
Vernon takes Kolic down with a high kick to the head.
He drags Kolic to his feet and whips him into the corner.
Vernon rushes at Kolic, but Kolic steps out of the way.
Vernon crashes into the turnbuckle and stumbles backward.
Vernon drops to his knees.
Kolic stands in front of Vernon, holding his by the head.
The ref steps in to get a better view of the action.
Vernon takes his opportunity to strike Kolic with a low blow.
Kolic drops like a ton of bricks.
The referee is checking on Kolic's condition.
Vernon reaches into his tights and pulls out a foreign object.

JR: I think it's a roll of quarters!

King: That would explain the.

JR: King.

King: Oh, never mind. It's still there.

JR: I'm not even going to ask what you're looking at.

Vernon conceals the roll of quarters in his hand, then drags Kolic to the standing position.
Vernon whips Kolic to the ropes.
Vernon rebounds off the other side.
End of the End on Kolic!
Vernon tosses the quarters out of the ring in the confusion.
Clancy quickly grabs them and puts them in his pocket.
Vernon swiftly makes the cover.
The ref counts: One! Two! Three!

*DING DING DING*

Lilly: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW BMWF Television Champion.Vernon
"Violence" Vanderbilt!

(Vernon takes the belt from the ref as Clancy enters the ring. Vernon helps Kolic up to the
kneeling position. He leans over and whispers something in Kolic's ear, as Kolic looks dazed.
Vernon backs away, then plants a kiss on Kolic's forehead and pats him on the shoulder. He blows
a kiss to the crowd, shoulders his belt, and exits the ring, heading backstage with Mr. Beauregarde.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up inside room 128. The room is filled with roses and violets. There are boxes of chocolate spread around the room. The floor is draped with rose pedals. Tamer is in the room pacing back and forth. Tamer turns as he hears the door open and Dizi walks in. Tamer smiles)

Tamer: I can't believe it…

(Dizi pauses at the door, and looks over her shoulder into the hallway, almost as if she's thinking of walking back out.)

Dizi: Aquatic said there was food in here...

Tamer: There's chocolate…

(Tamer takes a deep breath.)

Dizi: Are there nuts in them? I'm allergic to nuts. One time, I had something with nuts in it and I broke out in hives and couldn't breathe. Donnie has some medicine for that... I should probably find him.

Tamer: Danielle… I have to talk to you.

Dizi: I'm not supposed to talk to you. There was a match about that or something. And you want that other girl. I should have just held onto the hamburgers. You think any of them are caramel?

Tamer: That's the thing… There is no other girl. I want you… Only you. You're it. You're the only girl.

(Dizi starts wandering around the room, avoiding eye contact with Tamer.)

Dizi: You have her picture. And you said you missed her and wanted her.

(Dizi starts picking up pieces of chocolate and breaking them apart, checking for nuts.)

Dizi: I saw you on the monitor.

Tamer: I have pictures of everyone that is or has been a part of Prime Time. My family pictures… The most important picture I carry is the one of you. What I missed was... the success of Tyrone and I. Things were mulling around in Prime Time. I was taking everything for granted… But Danielle… You are the only thing that matters.

(Dizi turns and looks at Tamer.)

Dizi: Then, that girl... she wasn't your girlfriend or anything?

Tamer: She was never my girlfriend. At one time maybe I was attracted to her. But that's long over.

(Dizi checks a chocolate for nuts and, not finding any, pops it into her mouth.)

Dizi: So, you two weren't even together?

Tamer: No. We were friends… She was with Tyrone. And I'm with you…

Dizi: I don't... know... (wanders around the room for a minute) This is all very pretty. I just.... I need to think, okay?

(Tamer walks up To Dizi and tilts her head up and looks her in the eyes. )

Tamer: I almost lost you… I understand you have to think… But I don't know if I can stand to watch you walk out that door.

(Dizi looks up into Tamer's eyes for a long minute.)

Dizi: (whispers) Close your eyes.

(Tamer takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as a tear begins to roll down his cheek. Dizi wipes the tear away, rests her hand on the side of his face, then stands on her tiptoes and brushes a soft kiss on his lips. Then she turns and slips quickly out of the room before he has a chance to open his eyes. After, a moment, Tamer opens his eyes as he exhales.)

Tamer: That girl…

(Tamer shakes his head as the camera fades.)

>>>

(PJ Sykes exits his office and begins walking down the hall of his privately owned business establishment. He is talking to the camera as he enters the elevator.)
 
PJ Sykes: Going down? Haha . . . just kidding, I hope you are enjoying your stay at my . . . absolutely amazing home, besides, you don’t get chances like this every day, the security people have been instructed to shoot intruders on site. Hahaha, I just remembered, I have to tell you a story about this delivery boy, when we have lunch though. Oh, oh, I got lots of these stories actually . . . ok, ok, but laaater.
 
(Sykes presses the lowest button on the elevator panel, they begin moving down.)
 
PJ Sykes: I showed you people around upstairs first, and now you’ll get the chance to see Vlad in action. The training area for BMWF’s future Hardcore champion is located on the lower floors, we spared no expenses, all gym equipment is high tech and of the highest standard. We truly ARE capable of producing champions down here, and I am sure that we’ll soon prove it when Vlad destroys that teratogenesis of a man called Alexei Romanov. When I undertook this project, I knew that there was limitless potential and that Vlad would be a good investment. Sure he can be a bit stubborn sometimes but he always delivers.
 
(The elevator stops, they exit and begin walking down a corridor surrounded by plexiglass walls. High-tech gym and medical equipment are located on either side of the long corridor and the end of it contains staff, spa and locker rooms, which are clearly labeled as the two approach them. Sykes attention is drawn by something near the spa door . . . )
 
PJ Sykes: What da. . . ?!? Is that . . . blood? Oh, damn it!
 
(Sykes runs towards the door and slams it open; he starts following a thin trail of blood. He flips out his mobile phone and makes a quick call.)
 
PJ Sykes: SECURITY, get down to the gym we might have a situation again.
 
(As the blood trail continues, Vlad’s leather jacket and black hoodie are seen thrown to the side, covered with blood. Sykes turns to the camera.)
 
PJ Sykes: We have specifically removed from the gym anything that Vlad could use to hurt himself; he’s done this before you see. I wonder what that idiot has done NOW.
 
(The blood trail finally leads them to the main spa area; Vlad is seen lying on his hands and knees, having a good grip of his blonde hair which now appears highlighted red. A small puddle of blood on the spa’s marble floor is surrounding him. PJ Sykes walks over and looks down on Vlad.)
 
PJ Sykes: You alive?
 
Vlad: . . . yes PJ.
 
PJ Sykes: Get up, let me see what you’ve done.
 
(Vlad slowly raises his upper body and sits up on his knees; his bloody hair is completely covering his face. Vlad’s scarred body is now covered with deep scratches, probably self inflicted since his hands are all red and shivering. Vlad appears calm.)
 
Vlad: . . . Vlad is too ugly, people are scared of Vlad . . . I tried removing ugly . . .
 
PJ Sykes: You tried what? Vlad, we’ve been through this a million times, why are you still trying to hurt yourself? You are not gonna achieve anything like this.
 
Vlad: Vlad was famous . . . people loved Vlad . . . now Vlad too UGLY to look at, they say FREAK, people want hurt Vlad . . .
 
(Sykes kneels in font of Vlad and pats him carefully on the head.)
 
PJ Sykes: There, there . . . and you hurt them back then. You have to make the bullies go away Vladdy, they will if you hit them hard enough. Come on Vladdy, cheer up, PJ is here now.
 
(Sykes carefully throws Vlad’s hair behind his head, revealing Vlad’s face to the camera for the first time. Besides being slightly smudged with blood, Vlad’s face appears absolutely normal. No burns, no scars, innocent and very attractive. Vlad looks at Sykes with his sparkling blue eyes and smiles.)
 
PJ Sykes: Remember Vlad, I would never hurt you; I am the only one that you can trust now because only I want what’s best for you. THEY, everyone else, think you are ugly, they are jealous and afraid, they are ALL bullies and they ALL want to hurt you. I only want . . . to protect you.
 
(Vlad’s smile disappears and he now appears very angry.)
 
Vlad: They must pay!
 
PJ Sykes: YES, Yes they do. You can MAKE them pay. Show me, show PJ how you do it . . . TONIGHT! Bring me the Hardcore title belt, make me happy, make yourself proud, make yourself . . . a champion.
 
(Vlad begins hyperventilating; he reaches over to the side, grabs his hockey mask and straps it onto his face.)
 
FADE OUT

(Aquatic kicks in the Syndicate Door and walks in on Dizi with Dusty following.)

Aquatic: That was quite breakable. Danielle, we need to talk.

(Dizi, who is, for some reason, known only to her, lying on the floor, sits up and smiles up at Aquatic.)

Dizi: Yeah, they don't make doors like they used to. Did you see 'Friday Night Lights' yet? It was really good, but a little depressing. (smiles brightly at Aquatic) Are you hungry? I'm starving!

Aquatic: I actually got a bunch of free Demonburgers this weekend for making a commercial with Dwade Wayne. He's really hot. Oh, and you need to talk to Tamer.

Dizi: Are you dating hi... (pauses) I'm not supposed to see him... Donnie and Clancy had this match so I don't see Tamer. Or something. Do you have them with you?

Aquatic: Yes I do. (handing a bag to Dizi) Danielle, Donnie did a bad thing. And you don't have to tell him. It could just be our little secret.

(Dizi pulls a burger out of the bag and unwraps it.)

Dizi: Donnie does a lot of bad things. He's really good at it. One time he nailed our cousin's shoes to the floor. (takes a big bite of the burger and mumbles around a mouthful) I think they put way too much pressure on those boys. They're just kids. Way too young to be dealing with all that.

Aquatic: They can handle it. The huge salaries don't hurt either. (Aquatic kneels down.) Listen, Danielle. Tamer keeps a photo book with him. He has Rachel's picture, but he has Tyrone's picture! And he's not running a way with a 7'2" Jamaican. I'm all for screwing it to the guy but....you have to forgive him.

Dizi: I don't they're allowed to pay them in high school. (takes another bite of her burger) I didn't know you and Tyrone had a thing.

Aquatic: We SO did not! He was such a little...stop, Sheila...Danielle, you need to see Tamer. He's in room 128. Please...I'm asking you. Give him one minute.

Dizi: Who's Sheila? And I'm not sure I'm allowed to see Tamer. And I don't think Tyrone was ever a little anything... a big something, maybe.

Aquatic: (suddenly angry) DANIELLE, SCREW THE RULES, SCREW THE SYSTEM, AND SCREW DONNIE! (Aquatic kicks the locker and Dusty yelps) What is he going to do? What the *BLEEP* is going to happen? No one can stop you, Dizi! If a restraining order is broken by the plaintiff, it is reversed! You need to break the cycle!

(Dizi continues to calmly eat her burger as she watches Aquatic rave.)

Dizi: I didn't know you liked my brother. I don't think he's dating anyone. Who has a restraining order on them? You know, sometimes, your conversations don't make sense. No offense.

Aquatic: (Aquatic's eyes get wide and she grabs the bag.) You want the food? You want it? There's more in Room 128. GO.

(Dizi hops to her feet and smiles brightly at Aquatic.)

Dizi: Okay! You coming or did you eat already?

Aquatic: I ate. I'm going to be sick, but I ate.

(Dizi looks at Aquatic sympathetically.)

Dizi: You should go lie down, maybe take some Pepto Bismol. I'm going to check out the spread in Room 128. (kisses Aquatic on the cheek) I'll check on you in a little bit.

Aquatic: (kisses Danielle back) Merci. (Aquatic lies down against the dented locker and Dusty curls up on her.)

(Dizi leaves the locker room as the camera...)

FADES

>>>

(In the nearby vacant warehouse, we find Alexei Romanov standing high
on one of the unstable platforms, leaning a bit against the railing
and looking over his current battlegrounds. The Hardcore Championship
is securely around his waist, one of his thumbs hooked over it. After
a moment, he pushes back and leans against the wall.)

ALEXEI: February 14th, 1929... 76 years ago to this day, seven men
were brutally slaughtered inside a Chicago warehouse. A violent act of
gang warfare, one that even turned away those who sympathized or
admired crime lord Al Capone. A vicious strike against the Moran gang
by Capone was given an equally vicious title... the St. Valentine's
Day Massacre. That's why I saw fit to have this match here, and to
give it an equally vicious title.

ALEXEI: You see, Vlad, I've noticed something about you. As formidable
an opponent as you can probably be, you're held back. You're allowing
yourself to be manipulated, something that no true warrior allows.
Just like Kevin Storm, you're letting your emotions, your actions, and
your essence be manipulated by another. Granted, in your case, the
"other" is real. However, what you choose to do is none of my concern.
You have, either via your own election or that of your counterpart's,
entered into a match that may very well be your end.

ALEXEI: I called this match a St. Valentine's Day Massacre because
something or someone will be destroyed tonight. You, Vlad, will know
what it's like to be beaten within an inch of your life only to be
pulled back and beaten close once again. You don't frighten me or even
threaten me. All you'll become is another notch on my belt. Another
victim to the Exit Wound. Another man who will... be... SILENCED.

(Fade...)

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title St. Valentine's Day Massacre match!

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

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Alexei Romanov

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

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

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

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

Vlad

(Vlad is standing opposite Alexei Romanov, rotating his shoulder blades and stretching his neck muscles, holding his titanium hockey stick firmly in his left hand. Vlad turns sideways, assumes a low fighting position, grabs his hockey stick with both hands and begins supporting himself on his thighs. PJ Sykes is standing on a higher level in the warehouse, holding a sports bag over his shoulder.)
 
JR: Both men are ready to go.
 
King: Time to face off.
 
*DING* *DING* *DING*

JR: And there's the bell! Time for this show to begin! Quite the match
in store, huh King? A vacant warehouse and two absolutely dangerous
competitors.

KING: Who'd have thought we'd get two Russians fighting for the
Hardcore Title in a warehouse on Valentine's Day?

JR: I sure didn't! But here we go! Just Alexei Romanov, Vlad, and the
referee! Alexei gets things started and drives a kick into Vlad's
midsection, doubling the newcomer over. He starts beating down on his
back with several forearm shots before grabbing him and tossing him
into the wall! He picks Vlad back up and drags him over toward one of
the other rooms!
 
KING: Looks like the manager's office to me, JR!

JR: Manager's office with that big window! He grabs Vlad and hoists
him up in a military press and tosses him through the window!!

**CRASH!!**

JR: Vlad goes through that window and into the office! I think he's
splayed out on the desk in there!

KING: He just might be in the "out" box! HA HA!

JR: Alexei's gone off and he's grabbed a metal pipe! He comes back in
the office and Vlad's on his way back to his feet! He swings the pipe,
but Vlad ducks out of the way and knees Alexei in the gut. He grabs
the pipe and backs Alexei against the wall with it, pressing that pipe
over his neck! He's trying to choke the life out of the champion!

KING: Gotta do what you can, you know?

JR: Alexei's trying to fight it off, and he just kicked Vlad right in
the jewels!

KING: See? Gotta do what you gotta do!

JR: Vlad lets up and Alexei clotheslines him back onto the desk. He
shoves the challenger over the desk and onto the floor, and he's
grabbing the edge of the desk and tilting it back! He just tipped the
desk over onto Vlad! That's gotta be a quarter-ton desk! Alexei turns
and he's heading out of the room, but wait! Vlad's standing up! I
don't think he got him!

KING: YAHH!

JR: Vlad steps over the desk, picks up that pipe and he just smashed
Alexei over the back with it It looks like Alexei might be the one in
the "out" box now!

KING: Pssh. That's not funny, JR!
 
JR: Vlad hits Alexei Romanov with a backdrop.
He grabs hockey stick.
Vlad takes a swing at Alexei Romanov with the stick, but he gets out of the way.
Alexei Romanov snatches the stick from him.
Alexei Romanov hits him with the stick.
Vlad uses a bodyslam on Alexei Romanov.
Vlad takes Alexei Romanov down with a running powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Vlad knocks down Joe Finch.
Joe Finch is out cold.
Vlad gets the torture rack on Alexei Romanov.
There is no referee there to ask Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov tries to escape the hold.
Alexei Romanov breaks the hold after 8 seconds.
Alexei Romanov executes an atomic drop on Vlad.
Joe Finch shakes off the pain.
Alexei Romanov hits an atomic drop on Vlad.
Alexei Romanov punches Vlad.
Vlad chops Alexei Romanov.
Vlad kicks Alexei Romanov.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

Alexei Romanov knocks Vlad with an elbow strike
Alexei Romanov with a powerslam on Vlad
Vlad lands near his hockey stick
 
JR: Oh no, Vlad could take advantage of the situation.
 
(Vlad grabs his hockey stick, springs off the ground and cross-checks Alexei Romanov, getting him into a Thesz Press. Vlad restricts Alexei’s hand movements with the hockey stick and begins delivering charging headbutts, one by one.)
 
King: Vlad looks in a dominating position here.
 
JR: He’s taking his time.
 
Alexei Romanov knees Vlad and rolls his to the side
Alexei Romanov hits Vlad with a spinebuster
Alexei grabs Vlad’s hockey stick and starts beating Vlad
 
JR: Revenge is so sweet

Vlad kicks Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov kicks Vlad.
Alexei Romanov takes Vlad down with a spinebuster.
Alexei Romanov takes Vlad down with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov hits Vlad with a spinebuster.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.

(Alexei pushes Vlad against a support pillar. Vlad’s head bounces off; Alexei grabs it and forcefully pushes it against the pillar again. Alexei continues to beat Vlad’s head against the concrete.)
 
JR: I wonder if that hockey mask is protective enough.
 
King: For Vlad’s sake, it better be.
 
(PJ Sykes takes out a tazer out of his pocket, sneaks behind Alexei and jabs it into Alexei’s spine. Alexei Romanov screams in pain, releases Vlad’s head and knocks the tazer out of Sykes’ hand. Alexei grabs PJ Sykes by the shirt and lifts him up with both hands.)
 
JR: Psycho Sykes has been very disrespectful to the Romanov’s party recently.
 
King: It looks like Alexei Romanov has the upper hand over Sykes now.
 
(Alexei Romanov shouts at Sykes, headbutts him and releases the grip. Sykes grabs his head; blood rushes out of his nose, he appears dizzy and unsteady on his feet. Alexei punches Sykes in the stomach, Sykes drops to his knees out of breath, Alexei knees Sykes in the face and knock him out cold. Alexei stands over Sykes and shouts down at him, occasionally kicking Sykes in the ribs.)
 
JR: Sykes is out!
 
King: He wasn’t even IN to begin with.
 
(Vlad pulls himself up using the pillar and notices his manager knocked out and bleeding on the warehouse floor. Vlad grips the hockey stick like a baseball bat and swings at Alexei’s legs, knocking them from under him. Alexei spins in the air and falls onto his head.)
 
Vlad uses a headbutt on Alexei Romanov.
Vlad hits Alexei Romanov with sit-out powerbomb.
You could hear a pin drop.

(PJ Sykes unzips the sports bag and empties its content on the ground before Vlad. Dozens of ice-hockey pucks spill on the warehouse floor. Vlad positions one of the pucks in front of him with his hockey stick, looks at Alexei, swings back with the stick and delivers a slap shot in Alexei’s direction. *SLAP* The ice-hockey puck knocks Alexei’s left shoulder back.)
 
JR: OH! Top left corner, what a goal?!
 
King: Glove side too.
 
(Vlad fires another puck at Alexei *SLAP*, hitting him in the stomach, but this one just bounces off. Alexei starts running in Vlad’s direction. Vlad lowers his body and begins firing multiple slap shots at Alexei. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*)
 
JR: It’s a shooting gallery out there.
 
(The pucks hit Alexei in the shins, slowing his run. One of the pucks hits Alexei in the crotch. Alexei’s expression changes, he grabs his crotch and falls to his knees.)
 
King: OUGH! That must have hurt!
 
JR: Mrs. Romanov isn’t gonna be happy tonight.
 
King: There goes their date, ruined, no sweet lovin’ tonight.
 
(Vlad is left with just one puck, he aims . . . *SLAP*, hitting Alexei in the forehead and knocking him back. Vlad uses his hockey stick as if it was a sword and acts like he is putting it away in the holster. Vlad goes for the pin, one, two . . . KICKOUT!)

(Vlad knees Alexei in the stomach, and delivers a Gut Wrench Inverted Brainbuster, sending Alexei’s own weight onto his head. Alexei Romanov stops moving. Vlad pulls Alexei’s body up the stairs, onto a higher warehouse level. Romanov starts to regain consciousness, Vlad sets Alexei up and they jump off the elevated footpath, suspended over the warehouse floor.)
 
JR: OH MY GOD! Vlad brings Alexei down off the suspended platform with a Frankensteiner.
 
King: Now Vlad is not the only freak around.
 
JR: Vlad picks Alexei up and hooks Alexei’s hands behind his back.
 
King: Vlad is going for the Powerplay.

JR: Alexei blocks it.

JR: These two have put on a brutal contest worthy of the match's name!
Now, Alexei and Vlad are fighting atop one of those highly unstable
platforms! Alexei has the momentary upperhand and he's got Vlad by the
head, slamming it into the wall! Vlad falls to the floor of that
platform and Alexei's starting to plot something!

KING: What's he looking at, JR?

JR: Looks like he's searching for a landing pad!

KING: YAHH!

JR: Alexei pulls Vlad back up and he's setting him up for the Exit
Wound! Where's he gonna hit that?!

(Alexei starts kicking the wall, his back against the railing)

JR: Oh no! No no no!

(With one final kick, the entire structure gives way and falls
backwards. As it falls, Alexei hefts Vlad up and through the Exit
Wound. Both men, and the top part of the platform, crash into a large
pile of random debris, some of it boxes and bags, some of it burnt out
light bulbs and metal debris. The stack, while wide, is not very
thick, and both men are motionless on the ground.)

JR: OH MY! Both Alexei Romanov and Vlad have just fallen over thirty
feet to the ground below, and neither one of them has moved since!

KING: How's Alexei supposed to retain his title when he's out cold?

JR: He doesn't look too unconcious, though! Alexei just turned and
draped his arm over Vlad!

The ref counts: One... two... three!!
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Alexei Romanov!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty is looking around the locker room, when Ash and Donnie walk in.)

Scotty: Have ya seen who we got tanight?

Ash: Does it matter?

Donnie: Black and Dreadnaught aren't a pair to be underestimated. Confident is good, over-confident can be a problem. Keep in mind who you're dealing with and take the fight to them.

Scotty: Yeah, the last time I saw Dread... He was gonin' through a flamin' table...

Donnie: (grins) Yeah, I remember seeing him last week while we were beating Black senseless.

Scotty: Ya know what I mean.

Ash: Shouldn’t be much different than last week, or the week before that. We’ll walk out the champs. Facing two guys that can’t even get along outside the ring doesn’t concern me much.

Donnie: Anyone can get lucky. The way to make sure they don't is to be prepared. Losing is not an option.

Scotty: I know.. I know... But I have ta say this... WIlliam Black... Not a problem... Dread... He could and will try ta be a problem.

Ash: Dread’s tough, always has been. But he’s not unmanageable. The thing is we have to keep our heads and not be in there thinking about something worthless like Dale Anderson or some other worthless thing you are pursuing Scotty.

Donnie: Dread is tough. (shrugs) Not as tough as you or Scotty...

Scotty: Everyone knows that... Hell last week pretty much proved that...

Ash: Donnie and I have talked this over Scotty, we’ve got a plan for ya.

Donnie: He's right. And the plan is brilliant.

Scotty: Ok, I'm all ears....

>>>

JR: We are going backstage!

(The camera shows Spirit and Black talking backstage when a door is heard opening.)

Voice: Yo, what you up to?

(Black turns around and smiles.)

Black: Just getting ready to win those Tag Titles!

(Dreadnaught comes into the camera with the bat over his shoulder.)

Dreadnaught: You really think it will be that easy?

Black: With you as a partner, we can’t go wrong!

Dreadnaught: Oh, we can, and if I think for one single second that you may screw me over. Things can get VERY ugly! And you can’t look past Scotty or Ash. I have pinned them both to the mat at one point or another, and I know what it takes. It takes everything you have, and more!

Spirit: Hey... Chill... we've been over this like a million times already. Besides, he's already beat Scotty Scott, and unless I'm mistaken, he was the one who put Ash out of the Elimination Chamber too.

Dreadnaught: And I know he can turn his back on his so called friends too! So don’t think I am forgetting anything! Now, maybe winning those Tag Team Titles can make me forget a little about the Bedlam Bowl, but it ain’t out of my mind yet! But, what you should be concerned about is the Lethal Injection and Scottamission!

Black: Been there, done that! Dread, you really need to relax! I would think cracking Scotty with that bat last week would have mellowed you out! Not to mention putting Vernon down and out. I mean... LA Hangover.... Flying Elbow, that's what I'd like to call a Terminal Reaction right there. He had no chance after that.

(William Black emphasizes his point by smacking his hands together when he mentions crushing Vernon Vanderbuilt. Spirit nods in agreement.)

Dreadnaught: You know, as much as I wanted to hit you! It did feel good smacking that goof with this bat!

(Dreadnaught picks the bat off of the ground and puts it over his shoulder.)

Black: I know it did! So for now, no more worrying about the past! Just focus on the gold, and tonight, Deadly Medley will be the Tag Champs!

Dreadnaught: Deadly Medley! Now, you are bringing me back from the past! Well, we are an interesting mix of violence and style!

Spirit: You can say that again!

Black: So, I borrowed the name from your old group. But, no other name could be more appropriate! Tonight, we bring the Medley of violence and despair to the Syndicate! Just like we did to Vernon last week!

Dreadnaught: And tonight, I get some gold back in my life!

Black: See you out there. Until then, just relax!

Dreadnaught: I don’t chill until I’m six feet under, but I will see you in the ring!

(Dreadnaught walks out of the room as Spirit and Black continue to talk.)

>>>

(Witherspoon is sitting on a chair in The Syndicate locker room, his shirt drapped over another chair as Dr. Oliver looks over his back, pausing to push her hair back.)

Dr. Oliver: You really shouldn't compete tonight.

Witherspoon: Don't start this again.

Dr. Oliver: Your facing Master Z, two weeks after his loss to Lowedown. He's not gonna be happy.

Witherspoon: I don't think he's ever happy.

Dr. Oliver: My point is, Christopher, that he may feel the need to take his anger out on you.

Witherspoon: I really don't care. I've changed a lot since we last faced each other. I'm going to win.

Dr. Oliver: I'm not talking about winning or losing here, you idiot. I'm talking about your life being on the line. Your back is still very week. It hasn't properly healed yet. You could end up paralyzed after this match! Don't you get that?

Witherspoon: You worry to much Doc.

(Dr. Oliver rolls her eyes and presses her palm against Witherspoon's back. He winces in pain, growling slightly.)

Dr. Oliver: See that. You should step out of the match.

Witherspoon: Screw that.

Dr. Oliver: Listen, I'm concerned about you. As a patient, and as my friend. You should step down.

Witherspoon: Listen! I am not going to step down in a match. It won't happen. Ever. I'll be fine.

Dr. Oliver: If you say so Chris.

(FADE)

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

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 510 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Scotty Scott... Ash... THE SYNDICATE

("war Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty and Donnie walk out. Scotty has his fists taped with the number 13 written on his left hand. On his right hand, the letters FTW. The BMWF World Tag Team titles are draped over the shoulders of Donnie. They start to walk down to the rign and stop. Suddenly "Drag the Waters" by Pantera blasts as Ash steps out. He joins Scotty and Donnie. Together the enter the ring, Donnie stands between Scotty and Ash as the fans boos them.)

Donnie: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight, your Tag Team Champions face the unlikely team of Black and Dreadnaught. (laughs and shakes his head) I'd reassure you that Ash and Scotty will retain, but... let's face it. Dread and Black? Not exactly the top level of competition in the tag team ranks. So, we all know who's going to walk out with those titles.

Ash: I’d take the time to talk about these losers, but they aren’t worth mentioning. So instead of wasting my breath, I’ll let Scotty, cause he’s got a lot more hot air to waste than I do.

Scotty: Week afta week, we have come out here and beaten the best the BMWF has had ta offa. So this week, we get the pleasure of beatin' WIlliam Black and Dreadnaught. Dread... Our history is long and violent... No need in gettin' in that... William Black... Yer just anotha causlity of the ring wars... I'm not sure how ya even got in the BMWF. Ya remind me of Micheal Thompson... Yer a freakin' joke... Nuthin' more than an afta thought. I've neva thought much of ya as a rassla much less as a challenga... So all I have left ta say is this... Both of ya's are gonna be like all the rest... Just a couple more victims ta the path of rage... So Black and Dread... Beat us... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's.

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 514 pounds...
From South Central L.A.... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Dreadnaught
 
PA: IT’S ALMOST OVER NOW…ALMOST OVER NOW!
 
(The lights in the arena dim as “Rockstar” by NERD begins to play through the arena as an explosion occurs at the top of the arena. It streams down to the stage and crashes down with an explosion. The explosions form small mushroom clouds on the stage. Smoke fills the entryway as images of Dread’s career show on the Bruisertron. A lights shines through the smoke and the shadow of Dreadnaught can be seen on the stage. He steps out and the lights in the arena come back on and splash over him. He is wearing his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey and baggy jeans. He has on a black BMWF dew rag and dark sunglasses. He has a black aluminum bat over his left shoulder and looks around the arena as he stands on the edge of the stage.)
 
JR: These fans in Bethlehem love the Thug!
 
King: I do too! He hit Scotty with that bat!
 
JR: And tonight they square off in the ring with the Tag Titles on the line!
 
(Dreadnaught points around the arena and pulls his dew rag off. He tosses it out to the fans before pulling a mic from his back pocket.)
 
Dreadnaught: Where my peeps at in PA?
 
(The fans cheer as the camera zooms around. The camera zooms in on a sign that says “Dread & Black = New Tag Champs”.)
 
Dreadnaught: Man, you cats got it going live in here tonight! And that is exactly the way it’s gonna be when the new Deadly Medley of Dread and Black strike gold! You see, it’s quite simple! Black owes me! He owes me the gold, and if he don’t keep up his portion of the bargain, we gonna have a serious convo! But, for now, my eyes are focused on the Syndicate! It’s amazing how long Scotty and Ash have been in the BMWF. Actually, I think they beat Moses and Wise Man #2 for those titles 7 million years ago! I only hope they know what they got. They got a BLEEPED off Thug, and a hungry Black! That is a very dangerous combination, and when that bomb explodes in your face, you will know that I came to bring the pain!
 
(Dreadnaught looks around the arena.)
 
Dreadnaught: And if that ain’t enough! I got this thang…
 
(The camera zooms in on the baseball bat.)
 
Dreadnaught: This is my new instrument of torture! You see on the streets you gotta be versatile! Thee fists are legally registered weapons of destruction, but sometimes busting heads with them just gets old for the Thug! So, I found a new toy. Straight from the playgrounds of South Central! This thing cracked me 400 RBIs in little league, and now, it’s gonna show me the way back to the top of the BMWF! And tonight, that path goes through Scotty and Ash, so Syndicate, PREPARE TO BE JACKED!
 
(Dreadnaught tosses the mic down and sprints down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps on the second turnbuckle. He holds the bat high in the air as the fans cheer for him. He steps back down to the mat and the ref takes the bat from Dread and hands it to the timekeepers.)
 
JR: This is about to get started!     

His partner...

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

My Warning......

Meant Nothing.......

You're Dancing......

In Quicksand.....

(As soon as the lyrics hit, William Black and Spirit appear on the entrance ramp. Both wait until Dreadnaught comes out before they make their way down to the ring.)

Introducing, from Phoenix Arizona

Weighing in a 269lbs.

And accompanied to the ring by Spirit

William Black

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Lately we've been seeing William Black and Ash butting heads in and out of the ring, King. What do you think will happen tonight?

KING: I don't know. Probably the same thing that happens every Monday night.

(William Black and Ash circle around each other a few times before locking up in the middle of the ring. Ash backs Black into the ropes only to have Black fight back and power him into the ropes on the far side of the ring. The two continue to struggle with each other, going all the way around the ring before ending up in the middle. The two break the hold and back away from each other.)

JR: Well that was interesting. Neither man gained an advantage over the other.

(Once again the two circle around each other before locking up. Ash gets an advantage and backs Black into a corner. The referee steps between the two, forcing them apart. Ash backs up a few steps allowing Black to come out of the corner. The two circle around each other a third time and move to lock up in the middle of the ring...)

JR: What a cheap shot!

(As soon as Ash moves to lock up with Black, William Black ducks down to a knee and hits a straight left hand to the guts, doubling him over. With Ash doubled over, Black Bodyslams Ash in the middle of the ring.)

KING: What was cheap about that? That was good, clean, wrestling.

JR: Just call the match.

KING: No. That's your job.

JR: Whatever, King. William Black off the ropes. Black in the air. Fist Drop connects. William Black with a second Fist Drop. A third Fist Drop and Ash may be out. Black hooks the leg. One. Two. Shoulder up.

(After the kickout, William Black seems to be a little aggrivated, so he blatantly chokes Ash until the referee makes a four count. He breaks the hold and then applies it again. Once more the referee counts to four before Black breaks the hold.)

JR: Now that's just plain cheating.

KING: No it's not. He broke the chokehold on a four count.

(After applying and subsequently breaking the chokehold for a third time, William Black picks Ash up off of the mat by his head. Then Black applies and Arm Wrench. He keeps Ash subdued by kicking him in the guts and then smashing an elbow across the back of his head before walking him out to the middle of the ring. With Ash in the middle of the ring, Black hooks Ash's leg up and brings him over with a slow Fisherman's Suplex. Black then arches his back, forming a bridge.)

JR: Beautiful Fisherman's Suplex from William Black. One! Two! Thr--Kickout at the last possible second! Wow that was close. William Black can't seem to believe it!

(Black gets to his feet quickly and complains to the referee about a slow count. After arguing with the referee for a few seconds he turns around to face Ash, only to get knocked flat on his back with a hard right hand.)

JR: Ash still has plenty of fight left in him. Ash just knocked William Black off his feet. Both men are up. Kick from Ash. William Black is doubled over. Ash runs into the ropes. Ash comes off the ropes. Tilt-a-Whirl PILEDRIVE! Oh My! Ash just got dropped on his head! That move could have broken his neck! William Black makes the cover! One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up!

Ash takes William Black down with a snap mare.

JR: Scotty makes a tag to Ash. Scotty is walking over to Dread.

King: I don't know why? Black is the legal man in the ring.

JR: Scotty just spit in the face of Dreadnaught!!!!

King: Dread is trying to get in the ring but the referee cut him off!!!

JR: Now Scotty and Ash are laying the boot leather to Black.

King: Looks like a hot night in Memphis!!!!

JR: Or in Oklahoma City.

King: They are relenetless.

JR: Scotty is lifting Black.

King: This is going to be good.

JR: Scotty just kicked Black in the groin!!!!

King: I bet he is not growing now!!!!

JR: Dreadnaught tags himself in.
Dreadnaught storms in and clotheslines Scotty to the mat.
Dreadnaught kicks to Scotty’s stomach and then taunts the fans.
 
King: This isn’t the time for taunting!
 
JR: Dreadnaught shoves Ash.
Ash attempts to get in the ring.
He ref keeps him back.
Dreadnaught whips Scotty into the corner, and Black chokes him from behind.
Dreadnaught pummels Scotty’s stomach with punches.
 
King: Ash is livid!
 
JR: Black drops Scotty and Dreadnaught pulls him up off of the mat.
Dreadnaught hits a suplex and drops Scotty to the mat.
Dreadnaught pulls Scotty up and whips him to the ropes.
Scotty bounces off and Dreadnaught catches him in a cobra clutch.
Scotty fights the hold.
Dreadnaught drags Scotty to the center of the ring.
Scotty starts pulling Dread toward his corner.
 
King: Scotty is trying to tag before he goes asleep!
 
JR: Scotty is pulling Dread close.
Scotty is inches away from a tag.
Dreadnaught drops the hold and drills Ash in the head with a punch!
 
King: Dreadnaught stopped the tag!
 
JR: Dreadnaught bounces out of the corner with a swinging neckbreaker.
Ash is pushing to get in again!
The ref is holding him back.
Dreadnaught whips Scotty into the corner.
Dreadnaught follows in and clotheslines Scotty.
Dreadnaught tags in Black.

Scotty tag out.

William Black executes a superkick on Ash.
Dreadnaught puts Ash in a sleeperhold.
Ash reaches the ropes after being locked up for 8 seconds.
Dreadnaught and William Black whip Ash into the ropes.
Dreadnaught and William Black hit Ash with a double bodyslam.
Scotty Scott enters the ring and lays out William Black.
Ash and Scotty Scott whip Dreadnaught into the ropes.
They hit Dreadnaught with a double kick to the midsection.
Scotty Scott leaves the ring.
Ash runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught hits Ash with a backdrop.
Dreadnaught whips Ash into the ropes.
Dreadnaught hits Ash with a shoulderblock.
Dreadnaught goes for a clothesline, but Ash counters it with a Gorilla Press.
Ash tags out to Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott and Ash whip Dreadnaught into the ropes.
Scotty Scott and Ash hit Dreadnaught with a double bodyslam.
Ash leaves the ring.
Scotty Scott nails Dreadnaught with a German suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

Tags!

JR: Dreadnaught meets Ash in the center of the ring.
The two exchange punches, before Dreadnaught hits a knee lift.
Dread quickly grabs the head of Ash and hits a DDT.
Dreadnaught pulls Ash up and whips him into the ropes.
Dreadnaught drops to the mat, Ash leaps over.
Dreadnaught hits a dropkick on Ash.
 
King: Ash looks out!
 
JR: Dreadnaught drops a quick elbow on Ash.
Dreadnaught goes for a cover.
1…2…kick out.
 
King: Maybe not!
 
JR: Dreadnaught argues with the ref.
Dreadnaught pulls Ash off of the mat.
Dreadnaught whips Ash into the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught steps back and hits a splash on him.
Ash stumbles out of the corner.
Dreadnaught grabs his head and hits a tornado DDT.
Ash’s head is smashed into the mat.
Dreadnaught with a cover.
1…2…foot on the rope!
 
King: Dreadnaught is screaming at the ref!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Ash up and drags him to his corner.
Dreadnaught tags in Black and steps out of the ring.

Ash tags!

JR: Scotty has Black backed up in the ropes.

King: What is this?

JR: Scotty just tied Black in the ropes!!!! Scotty is beating the Hell out of this youngster.

King: This is Scotty at his best.

JR: Now Scotty is biting Black's forehead!!!!

King: Scotty is making Black bleed like a stuck pig!!!

JR: The referee is pulling Scotty off Black.

King: William Black is a bloody mess!!!!

JR: Scotty is stepping back... He just slapped Dreadnaught in the face!!!!

King: Scotty is telling the ref that Dread is trying to get in the ring!!!!

JR: The referee is holding Dreadnaught back as Scotty digs his fingers into the eyes of Black!!!!

Scotty Scott whips William Black into the ropes.
Scotty Scott misses with a shoulderblock.
William Black executes a flying forearm on Scotty Scott.
William Black executes the Empty Chamber '03 on Scotty Scott.
The crowd erupts.
William Black goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, Ash makes the save.

Ash pulls Scotty to the corner and tags in.

JR: William Black and Ash have really been going at each other all match, King. Neither one shows any signs of giving into the other. These two must really hate each other!

KING: Nah, I doubt it. Lowedown and Master Z hate each other. These two are just fighting for the Tag Team Championship.

JR: Whatever the case may be King, they've had a slobber knocker.

(Ash hits William Black with a DDT and goes for a cover, but Dreadnaught breaks it up before a three count. Ash picks Black up and hits with a series of punches before sending Black to the corner.)

JR: Ash has Black in the corner. Irish Whip from Ash--William Black reverses! Ash goes into the corner instead! William Black with a head full of steam! Running Clothesline connects! Ash got squashed.

(Black goes down low and rams his shoulder into Ash's guts four times before letting him stagger out along the ropes. Black then uses an Irish Whip on Ash, throwing him into the ropes on the other side of the ring.)

JR: Ash goes into the ropes. Ash comes off the ropes. Kick to the gut from William Black. William Black applies a Double Underhook on Ash. Tiger Driver! One! Two! Shoulder up! Black picks Ash up again. T-Bone Suplex on Ash! One! Two! Shoulder up! William Black is getting frustrated King.

KING: You would be frustrated too if you were trying to win gold but couldn't because your opponant kept kicking up!

(William Black picks Ash up and connects with a Death Valley Driver, planting him head first onto the mat.)

JR: Death Valley Driver! Ash has got to be out! One! Two! Thr--And Scotty Scott breaks up the count!

(Dreadnaught enters the ring and clotheslines Scotty Scott over the top rope. Both men tumble outside of the ring. While the referee is distracted by Scotty Scott and Dreadnaught who are brawling each other, Spirit slides a chair inside the ring.)

JR: William Black has a chair! Ash is getting to his feet!

KING: And the referee's distracted! Yes!

**CRACK**

(In a moment never before seen in the BMWF, William Black cracks the steel chair right over Ash's head, sending him crumpling to the mat. Black quickle slides the chair outside of the ring to Spirit before the referee turns around.)

JR: By Gawd! That's just not right! The referee never saw the chair shot!

KING: Now that was cheating JR!

JR: Black hooks the far leg. One! Two! Thr--And Scotty Scott breaks up the count again!

KING: Stupid Ref! Get him out of the ring!

(While the referee pulls Scotty Scott out of the ring, William Black raises his forearm and waits in the corner... bringing the crowd to life.)

JR: William Black's in the corner! He has his forearm raised. We all know what's coming next! Listen to this Capacity Crowd!

CAPACITY CROWD: Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom!

JR: Ash is in La-La land! Flying Forearm connects! Ash is down! William Black has Ash up on his feet. He's got him hooked for the Empty Chamber! We have new Tag Team--Elbow! Another Elbow! Ash breaks up the Empty Chamber with a third Elbow! Ash with a punch! Another! A third! Black is reeling! Ash with a Short Arm Clothe--

KING: Black ducks!

(William Black ducks the clothesline attempt and spins Ash around.)

JR: Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber '03 on Ash! William Black goes for the cover! One! Two! And Scotty Scott's distracting the referee!

(Black continues to lay there for another few seconds, making the cover until he realizes that the referee isn't counting. Angry, Black gets up and drags Ash to his corner. Then William Black tags Dreadnaught in.)

Ash pokes Black in the eyes and tags out.

Scotty Scott whips William Black into the ropes.
Scotty Scott misses with a clothesline.
Scotty Scott hits William Black with a clothesline.
Scotty Scott throws Will