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

(The show opens inside the Cow Palace San Francisco California. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Cow Palace San Francisco California, and when we say "Sold Out" we really mean it! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight! Master Z is taking on Pain in the main event!

KING: Yeah, what a match! If anybody could match Master Z is strength and viciousness, it would be Pain!

JR: Also, Lowedown is looking for a measure of revenge as he takes on the psychotic Tyrone Smith!

KING: And if the bWo wins they take over the Prime Time mansion and their TV Show, which by the way was the lowest rated segment last week next to all the jobber and newbie matches and promos!

JR: Well, I don't know about that, King, but if Prime Time wins, then the bWo has to do a skit written by Prime Time!

(Master Z is seen walking backstage. It is obvious he has just entered the arena due to the black bag he is holding. Michael Bole rushes up behind him)

Bole: Master Z... May I have a word?

(Master Z turns, sets down his bag, and takes his shades off.)

Master Z: Make this quick!

Michael Bole: I noticed you don't have a challenger for the upcoming Pay Per View! Care to comment on that?

Master Z: Of course I don't have a challenger! Nobody is stupid enough to get in the ring with me even if it does involve a world title shot! No Way In isn't important, Bole. Bruisermania is the big event! At Bruisermania I'm going to put the final nail In Lowe's coffin! I'm putting an end to his world title hopes and an end to his career!

Michael Bole: Speak of Lowedown, he's facing another of your arch enemies tonight! Do you have any comments on the Lowedown versus Tyrone Smith match?

Master Z: Sure I do! I hope they kill each other!

(Master Z slides his shades back on, turns, and walks away leaving Bole talking to himself.)

KING: But if they kill each other, then Master Z won't have an opponent for Bruisermania either!

JR: King! Get out from under the table! King! King! Oh, well. Let's go to the ring for our first match!

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

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

(The old Midnight Express theme song plays as Jim Cornett leads Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian to the ring.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 417 pounds...
From Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at 237 pounds...
"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

LILLY: His partner...
From 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea... weighing in at 180 pounds...
Shark Kid

(The theme from "Jaws" plays as Shark Kid comes to the ring. He tries to bite a hot dog vendor, but misses.)

JR: Too Sexy Brian attacks Shark Kid before the bell.
Too Sexy Brian takes Shark Kid down with a facerake.

JR: Too Sexy Brian nails Shark Kid with an elbowsmash.
Too Sexy Brian hits Shark Kid with a facerake.
Too Sexy Brian takes Shark Kid down with a bodyslam.
Too Sexy Brian goes for the Tennessee Jam, but Shark Kid blocks it.
Too Sexy Brian whips Shark Kid into the ropes, but Shark Kid reverses it.
Shark Kid misses with a clothesline.
Shark Kid uses a Frankensteiner on Too Sexy Brian.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Shark Kid runs around like a land shark.
The crowd is cheering on Shark Kid.
Shark Kid throws Too Sexy Brian out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, Too Sexy Brian reenters the ring.
Shark Kid nails Too Sexy Brian with the Running Forearm Smash.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Shark Kid tags out to New Jackal.
Shark Kid hits Too Sexy Brian with a DDT.
Shark Kid is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
New Jackal uses a flying headbutt on Too Sexy Brian.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Shark Kid leaves the ring.
New Jackal takes Too Sexy Brian down with a bodyslam.
New Jackal goes for the Diving Headbutt, but Too Sexy Brian counters it with
a roll away.
The crowd is cheering on Too Sexy Brian.
Too Sexy Brian tags out to Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip New Jackal into the ropes.
They hit New Jackal with a double backdrop.
Shark Kid enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip New Jackal into the ropes.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit New Jackal with a double dropkick.
Too Sexy Brian executes a snap suplex on New Jackal.
The crowd is cheering on Too Sexy Brian.
Buff Badwell uses a flying dropkick on New Jackal.
A small "Buff Badwell" chant is being started.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip New Jackal into the ropes.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit New Jackal with a double bodyslam.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip New Jackal into the ropes.
They hit New Jackal with a double backdrop.
Too Sexy Brian leaves the ring.
Buff Badwell goes for a clothesline, but New Jackal ducks out of the way.
Shark Kid enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Shark Kid uses a bulldog on Buff Badwell.
Shark Kid is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
New Jackal nails Buff Badwell with a flying headbutt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Too Sexy Brian enters the ring and lays out Shark Kid.
Too Sexy Brian hits a dropkick from the second rope on New Jackal.
Buff Badwell hits a rolling reverse cradle on New Jackal.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Too Sexy Brian leaves the ring.
Buff Badwell hits New Jackal with an armdrag takedown.
Buff Badwell hits a chop on New Jackal.
Buff Badwell kicks New Jackal.
New Jackal kicks Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell punches New Jackal.
The crowd is starting to get behind Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell hits New Jackal.
The crowd is starting to get behind Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell chops New Jackal.
New Jackal punches Buff Badwell.
The crowd is going crazy.
New Jackal chops Buff Badwell.
Buff Badwell punches New Jackal.
Buff Badwell runs into the ropes.
Buff Badwell almost takes New Jackal's head off with a flying clothesline
Buff Badwell executes the Buff Blockbuster on New Jackal.
Buff Badwell goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Buff Badwell.

*DING DING*

(The camera looks into the parking lot of the Cow Palace. A loud roar is heard as a black 1969 Corvette pulls into a parking spot and stops. The camera pans down on the license plate which reads “Dread 1”. The camera pans back and Dreadnaught is seen getting out of the vehicle. He is dressed in a Lakers jersey, which immediately draws some cheers from the fans. The camera closes in as Dreadnaught takes a deep breath.)

(Dreadnaught smirks as he grabs his duffle bag and puts it over his shoulder. Dreadnaught is seen walking into the Cow Palace.)

(Tupac's Hit Em Up begins to play over the PA system as the words ABOVE THE
LAW scroll across the Bruisertron in old english letters. After a moment
Mafioso walks out onto the ramp with a mic in hand)

Mafioso: Stop the music please! Tonight I am here for two things. Actually
three.

(Mafioso scans the crowd and points out a fan holding a sign that reads
Kolic Fears Mafioso)

Mafioso: That's the truest thing I've ever seen! My first priority here
tonight is that nobody Rod Killings! He should be no problem for me. The
second thing on my list is Kolic. You challenged me and I accepted. The only
thing left is the match stipulation right? Well I choose a plain and simple
old fashioned wrestling match! That's right idiot, a normal match. Can you
handle that? Everyone seems bent on trying to come up with the next big
match stipulation. Well not me. I don't need fancy gimmicks to win a match.
The only thing I ask is for you to be a man and face me alone. Just you and
me. Don't bring any of your friends. Unless you're afraid!?

(Mafioso stops to listen to the mixed reaction from the crowd)

Mafioso: My third piece of business tonight is gonna have to wait till later
since it seems that coward Ryushi Fujita has decided to tuck his tail in
between his legs and cluck on the way back to his homeland. That strikes me
as funny. When I first showed up here and won the LH belt a few months later
I offered him shot after shot for my title and he always gave a lame excuse
for not being able to accept. Then I left for a few months due to personal
reasons and he became the champ. Well now that I'm back he turns yella again
and for some reason misses both Live and Bedlam. I'm almost sure that after
I get my belt back from that pretender Kolic, Ryushi will have another
excuse not to meet me in the ring.

(Hit Em Up starts to play again as Mafioso makes his way to the back again)

(Scotty and La Pakka are sitting inside a locker room when Team Beautiful walk in.)

Rey: Amigo!!!!

Tazan: Essa, we are so ready for tonight. It is not even funny.

Scotty: Good. We got more than a little bit of punishment to hand out. OUt of the three guys we face tanight... I hate all three. But ya know in the back of muh mind, I got White Lightnin'. That punk is gonna pay and pay in a way that he never dreamt.

Pakka: You know amigo... I have not heard of anyone that wants to face me at No Way In.

Rey: No one has said anything about us either.

Scotty: I can't wait ta get muh hands on White Lightnin'... I swear that he ain't never gonna feel pain like he has never felt before.

(The lights go out and when the return Pain is standing beside Scotty. A smile appears on Scotty's face.)

Rey: I hate it when you do that.

Pain: Vernon is going to hate what I have in store for him.

Tazan: You know that appearing out of nowhere is kind of creepy.

Pain: Creepy it may be... But Vernon will pay for his own arrogance.

Scotty: That is what I like 'bout ya Pain. Ya ask no quarter and give none. But ya got someone I hate tanight as well.

Pain: Don't worry about Master Z... He will know why I am called Pain... And he will feel my wrath.

Scotty: Ya know guys... I am likin' what I'm hearin' tanight more and more.

(The camera cuts backstage to the Cow Palace parking lot earlier in the day where a blue Thunderbird zooms into the arena and parks. The driver side door opens and out steps...The Judge! The Judge reaches inside the car, pulls out the BMWF Hardcore title and tosses it on his shoulder. He goes to the trunk and takes out his bags. He is about to head into the arena when he is met my Michael Bole.)

Bole: JUDGE! JUDGE!

Judge: Yes Michael?

Bole: Tyrone Smith, who has been regarded as one of the best Hardcore Champions the BMWF has ever seen, has let it be known that he wants a Hardcore title shot at No Way In. Are you going to grant Tyrone Smith his title shot?

Judge: I have to admit Michael, Tyrone Smith is one of the Greatest Hardcore Champions that the BMWF has ever seen, but that was until I won the title! I have defended my title successfully numerous times including at Trax Training Facility and in a Bar Room Brawl! I've defeated tons of opponents at one time to keep this belt, what makes Tyrone Smith think he will be different? As for his challenge, I'll answer that question later tonight!

Bole: Tonight you are going to team up with fellow bWo stablemates White Lightning, Kurt Dangle, The Executioner, and Big Kev Nash to face Prime Time! The stable who wins gets to have their stipulation go into effect. If the bWo wins, you get to spend one night in the Prime Time Mansion and tape an episode of the Prime Time Show.

Judge: The reason why we did that Michael is because these fans are tired of Prime Time boring them to death! Who really wants to see an entire segment about Prime Time? What these fans really want is the b..W..o! Vernon Vanderbilt said a few days ago that the bWo right now is only living off of previous accomplishments, but that is totally false! We have LoweDown, the current #1 contender for the World title and the man that is going to defeat Master Z at Bruisermania!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: We have White Lightning, the Current TV Champ!

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

Judge: The Executioner, a former Hardcore Champ! Big Kev Nash, the greatest bodyguard the BMWF has ever seen and Former Tag Team Champ! Kurt Dangle, the only man to win the Women's title in the history of the BMWF! Wait, scratch that last one.

(The crowd laughs.)

Judge: And then we have me, the current Hardcore Champion and the one that's personally going to open up the Prime Time doors for the bWo tonight, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as the camera fades.)

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is standing right in
front of the camera. He is in his wrestling gear and has The Gold Belt title
wrapped around his waist. Tamer throws a few punches towards the camera then
laughs.)

Tamer: Hello, San Francisco. (Cheap POP) How are you doing?(cheers) Alright.
Well let me get down to business.

(Tamer rolls his neck)

Tamer: Lowedown, you kicked my @$$. There’s no other way to put it. You gave
me one hell of a beating. I woke up wondering what the hell happened. But
the problem you made is. You’re not in the match tonight. You know what that
means? That means your little brethren will get your payback. They will feel
our pain. Prime Time is going to kick the Brotherhoods @$$. You see the
Brotherhood World Order Is very special. I’ll admit it. But you’re problem
is. All you have now is status. That’s it. When I first joined this place
the bWo was a force to be reckoned with. But the bWo always comes and goes.
And I gotta tell you. It’s time to go. Look at yourselves. You went from
being a group of High Profile Main eventers, To Lowedown…and the kids. It’s
almost depressing to see. Prime time has almost been running for a year. Ad
we’ve yet to have one break up. We have stuck through it all. And we’re now
the stronger stale. You see maybe it doesn’t appear that way. But it’s
because of status. The bWo name has it…we’re getting it. Prime Time is a
unique stable. Nothing alike, yet a strong tight nit family. We are an
enigma in the stable world. There’s no way we should work but we do. We work
and we dominate. We are what the bWo used to be. We are the next big stable.
We are the future. We are the now. You see bWo we were letting you sit
pretty. But you struck us first. So now you’re asking for it. Tonight will
be the first Prime Time blow to the bWo. But it will not be the last.
Lowedown you’re time is wearing down. You should just cut your losses and
end the bWo. But you won’t your too attached. You’re like a doctor working
on your own kid, you won’t stop trying to resuscitate it. So Prime time’s
going to have to destroy it. Maybe all the fans don’t like us. But we are
here take us or leave us. And tonight we’re going to leave the Brotherhood
World Order defeated in that ring. Time’s up bWo because now it’s Prime Time

FADE

(The scene opens in the parking lot, where a red and black Diablo GTR pulls up. Out of it climbs Tyrone Smith and…)

JR: What is Sarah doing with him?!

Sarah: Thank you babe for giving me a drive to the arena! WHO KNEW we were going to be staying in the same hotel?

Tyrone: Yeah, I bet...

(Tyrone starts to walk off when Sarah grabs his arm)

Sarah: Wait. Tyrone... Why do we have to be like this? Can’t we just talk?

Tyrone: No... Sarah, get it through yer skull, I don’t love ya no more.

(She leans in to kiss him, but Tyrone stops Sarah by sticking his hand between their faces)

Tyrone: NO!

(Tyrone walks off leaving Sarah in the parking lot)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Mafioso

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings

(Lousy rap music plays as Rod Killings struts to the ring. Once there, he dances a goofy dance.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Mafioso hits Rod Killings with a kick.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits a kick to the thigh on Mafioso.
Rod Killings hits a fallaway slam on Mafioso.
Rod Killings goes for a kick to the thigh, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso goes for a piledriver, but Rod Killings counters it with a backdrop.
Rod Killings takes Mafioso down with an armdrag takedown.
Rod Killings executes a dropkick on Mafioso.
Rod Killings whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Rod Killings with a kick.
Mafioso goes for a pumphandle slam, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings hits Mafioso with an uppercut.
Rod Killings whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits Mafioso with a clothesline.
Rod Killings hits Mafioso with spinning heel kick.
Rod Killings goes for a spin kick, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso hits Rod Killings with a pumphandle slam.
Mafioso uses a Russian legsweep on Rod Killings.
The crowd is going "We want Rick Patrick !".
Mafioso hits a pumphandle slam on Rod Killings.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Mafioso whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Rod Killings goes for an ax kick, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso hits Rod Killings.
Rod Killings chops Mafioso.
A few fans are cheering on Rod Killings.
Rod Killings punches Mafioso.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rod Killings.
Mafioso kicks Rod Killings.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso takes Rod Killings down with a reverse neckbreaker.
There is no crowd reaction.
Mafioso hits Rod Killings with a clothesline.
Rod Killings falls out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, four, five, Rod Killings
reenters the ring.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
You could hear a pin drop.
Mafioso whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez trips Rod Killings.
Rick Patrick threatens Mafioso with disqualification.
Rick Patrick warns Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez.
Rick Patrick is back on the job.
Mafioso almost takes Rod Killings's head off with a clothesline to the back of t
he head
Mafioso executes a superkick on Rod Killings.
Mafioso takes Rod Killings down with a T-Bone Suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mafioso complains about a slow count.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
There is no crowd reaction.
Mafioso takes Rod Killings down with floatover DDT.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Rod Killings.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Mafioso, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

(The cameras go live outside the Cow Palace, a pink 80's style car pulls up outside and out jumps Rob Young in his usual black button-up shirt and black trousers. Then out jumps 'The Self-Proclaimed Sexiest Man Alive' Randy Valentino in blue denim jeans and a black t-shirt with a gym bag slung over his shoulder.)

YOUNG: Well, aren't you glad to be out of Ohio.

VALENTINO: Of course, that place stank of cowpat.

YOUNG: Talking of Cow's quess where we are.

(Valentino shrugs his shoulders.)

YOUNG: The Cow Palace,

(Randy and Rob begin laughing hysterically)

VALENTINO: That was good, now where are we really?

YOUNG: No, we are actually at the Cow Palace in San Fran, California.

VALENTINO: Oh my god. That is just sooooooo funny, Let's go check this place out. Lets' make a "MOOOOOOOOOOOOve.

(Randy and Rob laugh as they head into the Cow Palace.)

(The scene opens in the backstage area with The Headhunter quickly walking
down a corridor. The camera remains a few feet in front of The Headhunter.
Suddenly The Headhunter stops outside a lockeroom door. A sign on the door
reads “Jobbers”.)

KING: What’s he doing there JR?

JR: I think it must have something to do with Joe Gomer interfering in his
match last week.

KING: Oh yeah, that was hilarious!

(The Headhunter reaches into his trouser pocket and pulls out a menacing set
of Brass Knux. He slides the Knux onto his fist then quickly opens the door.
As the door flies open, several jobbers scurry into the corners. The
Headhunter slowly walks to the centre of the room and stops.)

HEADHUNTER: You can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And trust me, you
useless pieces of crap don’t want to do it the hard way! Tell me where is
Joe Gomer?!

(The room is silent. The Headhunter moves quickly to the corner and grabs
Taka Minchinoclu. He swings his right hand and smashes Minchinoclu in the
face with the Knux. Taka flies across the floor and blood pours from his
forehead.)

HEADHUNTER: I will do that to each one of you until you tell me where Joe
Gomer is.

(After a few seconds Shawn Craziak raises his arm and points behind The
Headhunter. The Headhunter turns around, as does the camera. An arm can be
seen sticking out from behind the door.)

KING: Ha, there he is!

(The Headhunter grins then walks over to the door. He kicks the door,
sandwiching Joe Gomer between the door and the wall. As the door swings back
open Joe Gomer slides down the wall to the floor. The Headhunter reaches
down and grabs Gomer’s shoulder, pulling him to his feet. He swings his
right arm and smashes Gomer in the stomach with the Knux.)

HEADHUNTER: You’re coming with me pal!

(The Headhunter grabs Gomer and starts to drag him out of the room.)

KING: Where’s he taking him?

(He pulls him across the floor, into the corridor and down towards the
Gorilla area.)

JR: It looks like they’re coming out here King!

(As he reaches the steps he stands Gomer up, hoists him above his head and
throws him up the steps. The Headhunter follows him up. The camera switches
into the arena and the crowd stands, waving their signs. Joe Gomer flies
through the curtain and starts rolling down the ramp.)

KING: Well, Gomer’s here!

(The lights in the arena fade. The PA begins to play a sound of thunder. A
cross target appears on the Bruisertron. It moves around the screen, quickly
at first but then slows until it locks in the centre of the screen. The
words TARGET ACQUIRED appear at the foot of the screen. A huge pyro explodes
above the Bruisertron. "AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH
MY HEAD, THROUGH MY HEAD, THROUGH MY HEAD" blasts across the PA and the rest
of "Bullets" by Creed follows.)

JR: And here is comes The Headhunter!

(The Headhunter appears in the entranceway and laughs. The lights in the
arena come up and The Headhunter walks towards Gomer. He grabs hold of his
leg and drags him down the ramp. When he reaches ringside, The Headhunter
picks Gomer up and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides
into the ring, moves across to the far side and takes a microphone from
Lilly Garcia. The music fades out and the crowd boos loudly.)

HEADHUNTER: Good evening Colorado! It’s so great to be back here in the
heart of the American cess pool!

(The crowd boos loudly.)

JR: They don’t sound happy to see him!

KING: I wonder why!

HEADHUNTER: And look, I’ve brought a friend with me. You see, last week on
Bedlam this guy here, Joe Gomer, cost me my match with Kurt Dangle. He
ruined my master plan to humiliate an American icon. He pushed my foot off
of the bottom rope, allowing Kurt Dangle to get the pinfall over me. And
being the man that I am, I got a little BLEEPed off, and that is why my
friend is with me right now. But Gomer, you don’t have to worry about not
being able to walk again because you are just part of a demonstration that I
am about to show these hicks right here in the arena………………………

(The crowd boos loudly.)

HEADHUNTER:…….and the biggest hick of them all…..Tamer! You see, myself and
Tamer are heading for a match at No Way In for the BMWF Gold Belt. Now I’ve
already said that the Gold Belt is my lowest priority, and that my main goal
is to destroy the man who I see as the everyday American, Tamer! But, as
good as I am, I think that I need a little help in putting him out of
business for good. So I came up with an idea. I’m going to add a little
stipulation to this match. And this stipulation will ensure the end of
Tamer, and his humiliation.

(The Headhunter walks over to the ropes and drops out of the ring.)

KING: What’s he talking about?

JR: I’m sure we’re about to find out.

HEADHUNTER: I think that we have to add a little bit of something to the
mix.

(The Headhunter pulls up the ring apron and searches under the ring. After a
few moments he pulls out two tables.)

KING: He’s getting wood JR!

(Each of them has a white cover over the top side. He picks them up and
slides them into the ring. He then follows them in.)

KING: What’s he hiding there?

HEADHUNTER: Now these here are what I am talking about.

(Joe Gomer starts to crawl towards the ropes.)

KING: Ha! Gomer’s trying to leave!

(The Headhunter turns his head and notices this. He runs across the ring and
hits a big splash onto the back of Gomer.)

JR: I don’t think he’s going anywhere King!

HEADHUNTER: No, no, it isn’t time to go yet! I have to show these dumb
people what I mean.

(The Headhunter picks up one of the tables and leans it up in one corner of
the ring, against the ropes. He then does the same with the other in an
adjacent corner.)

HEADHUNTER: These tables will be an integral part of our match. But this
won’t be a simple table match, because these aren’t simple tables. Let me
show you what I mean.

(The Headhunter walks over to one of the tables and rips off one of the
covers. It reveals that the Union Jack, the flag of Great Britain, is
painted on the table top. Portions of the crowd boo.)

KING: What?!

JR: I don’t know!

(The Headhunter walks over to the other table and pulls off its cover,
revealing Old Glory, the flag of the USA, painted on it. The crowd cheers.)

KING: I’m confused!

JR: You always are.

HEADHUNTER: Yeah, look at this. We have two tables, one with my country’s
flag, and one with yours Tamer! I want to make this a battle between Britain
and America! What I propose is this: to win the match you have to put your
opponent through the corresponding table to his country. Now Tamer, I know
that you might not be able to understand such complex language so listen to
this. For me to beat you I have to smash you through the table with your
flag on it! What, you still don’t get it; well I’ll show you what I have to
do to beat you.

(The Headhunter raises Joe Gomer to his feet.)

JR: I think Mr. Gomer is in trouble!

HEADHUNTER: Now Tamer, imagine that this piece of crap is you. Yeah, he
looks a little beat up, but so will you at No Way In. Now, watch what
happens next.

(The Headhunter jabs Gomer in the head with the Knux. Gomer drops to the
mat. The Headhunter moves over to the corner and picks up the table with Old
Glory painted on it. He sets the table up in the middle of the ring. Then he
picks Gomer up.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh yeah, watch this!

(The Headhunter hoists Gomer up, and holds him in the vertical suplex
position. Suddenly the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the
arena. “Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park plays over the PA system. Tamer walks
out from behind the curtain with his Gold Belt title on his shoulder. Tamer
stands at the top of the ramp.)

Tamer: Headhunter! I’ve been hearing you talk a lot since you returned. And
I’ve seen you’re little sneak attacks. But what have you really done? Kurt
Dangle beat you. Now I know the guy you got above your head helped that. But
Headhunter, what have you really shown these people? Because all I see is a
whiny *bleep*. That’s it. You can *bleep* and moan all you want. But until
you prove something in this ring. I’m not impressed. You’re not getting this
title match cos you deserve it. Oh no. You’re getting this match, so I can
kick the crap out of ya. Yeah. You heard me. Next week, No Way In! All
that’s gonna happen is I’m going to put your Austin Powers BLEEP through a
table with the Union Jack painted on it.

(The Headhunter continues to hold Joe Gomer above his head. He pulls the
microphone out of his pocket.)

HEADHUNTER: Will you shut up you American piece of crap! Hey, my arm is
starting to hurt ache so let me finish the job I started!

(The Headhunter drops the microphone and pauses. Suddenly he smashes Gomer
through the table with the Targetbuster. Splinters of wood fly across the
ring and Gomer lies in the middle of the carnage. The Headhunter pops up,
laughing. The crowd boos loudly as The Headhunter picks the microphone up
again.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh you people don’t like that do you? You don’t like to see your
flag smashed into pieces, especially with one of your own lying crippled on
top of it. Well you better get used to it! And Tamer, take a good look,
because at No Way In, it’s going to be you in that position, blood pouring
from your face, body broken over your flag!. I’m going to end your career;
I’m going to leave you in poverty and dying on your own. You see, that’s
what is going to happen to America in the future. You see there are not many
more countries that you could BLEEEP off, and one of them will turn around and
kick your BLEEPs. And the rest of the world won’t lift a finger because they
won’t care, and you will have deserved it!

(Tamer starts to walk down the ramp. The crowd notices this and starts to
cheer.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh you want some now do you! Well come and get it! You talk
about how I’ve showed these people nothing, but you’re wrong. I have made a
hellacious impact since I returned. I have got people talking again; I’m
starting the fight once more. I destroyed Kurt Dangle once, and would have
done it again if it wasn’t for this pile of crap! And look what I have done
to him, he’ll not be around for a while! And if that hasn’t convinced these
people that I mean business, my biggest statement yet will come at No Way In
when I annihilate you!

(Tamer reaches ringside and starts to slowly circle the ring.)

Tamer: See what I mean Headhunter? More talk. You see I think most of what
you’re saying is total crap. I think you’re nervous. This is your first real
PPV match back. I think you got ahead of yourself in your little “I’m back”
rage. And now you’re stuck. The great old proverbial clock is ticking…Tick!

(Tamer holds the mic out to the crowd.)

Crowd: Tock!

Tamer: Tick!

Crowd: Tock!

Tamer: TICK!

Crowd: TOCK! TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!

(The crowd continues to slowly chant as Tamer talks.)

Tamer: See for you the clock is ticking. In just seven days you have to step
in the ring for your first Pay-Per-View match. But it’s not against Joe
Gomer; it’s not even against Kurt Dangle. It’s against ME! You may try to
down play all my accomplishments. But the bottom line is. I won this title
on my shoulder. NO help, at all. I mean Rachel, bless her heart; was
reluctant on the count. You see Headhunter for you there really is no way
in… There is No Way In to a title win. You’re stuck Headhunter. You’re done.
You see for you Headhunter like I said the clock is ticking down to the
match.

(Tamer holds the mic out to the crowd. The crowd erupts loudly with the
chants again)

Crowd: TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!

Tamer/Crowd: TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!

Crowd: TICK! TOCK! Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

Tamer: Until….BOOM!

(Headhunter jumps.)

Tamer: Boom. The bell ring the match begins and then its time to put up or
shut up. The brutality begins. The blows are exchanged. The battle rages.
Then in a flash you’re in the trainer’s room having table fragments removed
from your back. So just be prepared for your fate.

(Tamer drops the mic and heads for the ropes. The Headhunter charges over
and attempts to hit a clothesline on Tamer, but he ducks out of the way. The
Headhunter turns around; Tamer blasts him in the face with several right
hands. The Headhunter falls back into the ropes as Tamer continues to throw
punches.)

JR: Tamer is doing a hell of a number on The Headhunter!

KING: Yeah, I bet he wishes he’s have kept his big mouth shut!

(The Headhunter kicks out at Tamer, who stumbles back. The Headhunter
charges out and takes down Tamer with a tackle. He stands and stomps Tamer
in the chest, then raises him to his feet. The Headhunter whips Tamer into
the corner with the Union Jack table. Tamer crashes into the table but does
not break it.)

KING: Tamer’s in trouble here JR!

(The Headhunter charges into the corner and attempts to hit a splash. Tamer
moves out of the way at the last minute. The Headhunter crashes into the
table, smashing it to pieces.)

KING: HA HA HA HA HA HA!

JR: That backfired wildly on The Headhunter!

(The Headhunter slumps to the mat as the crowd cheers loudly. Tamer rolls
out of the ring and holds the Gold Belt title high in the air as his music
plays. )

FADE

(A bright-red Cadilliac swerves into the front of the arena, causing a few
fans entering the building to jump away. The car has magnetic signs on it that
state "Temporary Eco-Mobile". The doors open, and Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic
step out.)

Inferno: How many times do I have to say it? YOU CAN'T DRIVE!

Aquatic: I wasn't driving! YOU were driving!

Mineral: Well, you were both kind of making out on the steering wheel, and I
was trying to move you guys....

Unidentified Fan: HEY! Ya coulda killed me!

Inferno: (turning to the fan) SHUT UP BIOHAZARD! (turning back to the rest of
the Eco-System.) You guys ready to face the bWo?

Mineral: Yeah, I packed all our stuff up and moved it out of the Prime Time
House....

Inferno: I MEANT READY TO WIN!

Aquatic: Winning.....that's such an abstract concept.

Inferno: Say what?

Aquatic: Oh.....I dunno. Just wanted to say something.

Unidentified Cop: YOU CAN'T PARK HERE!

Mineral: Excuse me one second.

(Mineral runs over and wrestles the cop to the ground. He handcuffs the cop
behind his back and leaves him on the ground. He also takes something off the
guy's belt.)

Mineral: Look guys! I got a can of mace!

Inferno: Awesome! Let's go in.

(The Eco-System enters the building.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the Pa as La Pakka comes out and dances for the crowd. He begins to walk down the ramp and stops and dances with a child. Once he hands the child back to the parents he jumps over the top rope and dances once again for the crowd.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Helga Rosetti, Bertha Rosetti, The Flabby Moolah and Mae
Old...
Fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada...
Weighing in at 320 pounds...

The Clodfather

(The Clodfather's music plays as he and his ho's head to the ring. Once there they all dance for a few seconds and Mae Old starts to strip. Clodfather stops her, but not before several fans faint from being sickened by such a horrible sight.)

(La Pakka walks over to the Clodfather and put his arm around his shoulder like they are trying to make a deal for the ho's that have come to the ring with Clodfather. La Pakka shakes his head no and walks to the other side of the ring.)

Pakka: Clodfather... That price is way to much. I have to decline the offer. I don't care if it was for three of them. But you know amigo... You do have an impressive collection of women. But I must not think of pleasure right now. I must think of the business and this business is us making these people happy. We are here to perform before each and every one of these people right here in San Fancisco, California.

(The crowd erupts in cheers.)

Pakka: I know that I will not let any of them down. I have my desires... My own lusts if you will. I desire to become a top contender for a title right here in the BMWF. I don't care who it is... But one day soon I will become a champion.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Clodfather smacks La Pakka with a devastating short clothesline .
The Clodfather is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
The Clodfather hits La Pakka with an elbowsmash.
The Clodfather nails La Pakka with a Samoan Drop.
The Clodfather hits La Pakka with an elbowsmash.
The Clodfather executes a kneelift on La Pakka.
The Clodfather throws La Pakka into the turnbuckle, but La Pakka reverses it.
La Pakka takes The Clodfather down with a bodyslam.
La Pakka executes a powerslam on The Clodfather.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
La Pakka whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
The Clodfather smacks La Pakka with a devastating clothesline .
The Clodfather takes La Pakka down with a headbutt.
The Clodfather goes for a vertical suplex, but La Pakka counters it with
a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Back to the action La Pakka missed with a clothesline but connected with a leg lariet.

King: La Pakka was smart not to take the ho's... Those are the ugliest women in the world!

JR: La Pakka is driving his knee into the side of Clodfather's face. La Pakka is now grapvining Clodfather's right leg turning it into a variation of the bow-and-arrow submission hold.

King: The referee is asking Clodfather is he is willing to give up.

JR: Clodfather is fighting the pain.

King: That idiot La Pakka is releasing the hold!!!!

JR: La Pakka nails The Clodfather with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is cheering on La Pakka.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits The Clodfather with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is cheering on La Pakka.
La Pakka hits The Clodfather with a flying bodypress.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka executes a powerslam on The Clodfather.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits The Clodfather with a kick.
La Pakka goes for a flying dropkick, but The Clodfather ducks out of the way.
The Clodfather goes for a kick to the head, but La Pakka ducks out of the way.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits The Clodfather with an elbow.

JR: La Pakka just sent Clodfather outside the ring.

King: La Pakka is going outside with him.

JR: The referee is starting his count.

Ref: 1!!!!!

JR: La Pakka sends Clodfather into the rail.

Ref: 2!!!!!

JR: La Pakka chops the chest of Clodafther.

Ref: 3!!!!

JR: La Pakka is lifting Clodafther up and dropped him knee first on the barrier.

Ref: 4!!!!

King: That idiot is going to cost both of them the match with a countout!!!!

JR: La Pakka rolls Clodafther back in the ring and follows in.

King: I can't believe that La Pakka is doing all this.

JR: La Pakka is dragging Clodfather back to the center of the ring.... OH DEAR LORD IT IS THAT UNORTHADOX FIGURE FOUR AND CLODFATHER IS SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!!!!!!

La Pakka nails The Clodfather with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is cheering on La Pakka.
The Clodfather does the Clodfather dance
The crowd is cheering on The Clodfather.
The Clodfather calls for the ho's.
The ho's enter the ring as The Clodfather's music plays.
They dance around La Pakka.
The ho's jump all over La Pakka knocking him to the mat.
Len Stanley calls for the bell.
The chants for La Pakka are deafening.

*DING DING*

(Michael Bole comes running up to the Tunnys’ olive green Ford pickup with a microphone in his hand as Scrappy Joe and his brother Chuck are exiting.)

Bole: Hey, Tunny! I’ve got a few questions for you.

Chuck: Oh no you don’t, Bole! No questions from you tonight! Tonight, I’ve got the questions! You ready?

Bole: Uh….

(Chuck grabs the microphone from Bole.)

Chuck: Number one, Bole. Who brings the most raw emotion to his matches in the BMWF?

Bole: I guess…Tyrone Smith?

Chuck: What? Ya know what, Bole? You don’t know how to answer questions, only how to ask ‘em. I’ll as my brother instead. Joey, what’s the answer?

Tunny: That would be Scrappy Joe Tunny, Chuck! I bring enough baggage into that ring to fill a small plane, an’ I take it all out on my opponent! No mercy shown!

Chuck: Number two.

Bole: Uh, that’s my mic…

Chuck/Tunny: SHUT UP!

Chuck: Number two. Who’s the meanest son of a *bleep* to ever grace that ring?

Tunny: Once again, Scrappy Joe Tunny! I’ve only just gotten started in this fed, but this match tonight will show everyone what potential I have to wreak havoc in that ring!

Chuck: And finally. Who’s gonna win this two-on-two match tonight?

Tunny: Easiest question of all. I will win tonight! I’ve gotta team up with Pretty Boy Valentino, but we’re up against a coupla loser freaks! One’s a wannbe philosopher with an unhealthy attachment to a *bleep*in’ chair, an’ the other one’s a gun freak who’s gotten too big for his britches an’ needs to be taken down a peg or two! With or without Valentino’s help, I’m gonna take these two down!

(Tunny turns to face the camera)

Tunny: Black. Ezekiel. Get ready, ‘cause the beatin’ ya gave me last week earned ya pansies two tickets into MY JUNGLE!!!

(Chuck tosses the microphone over to Bole, and the Tunnys walk away.)

(The cameras go live backstage in Randy Valentino's locker room. Rob Young has a piece of paper and a clipboard on his lap, Randy is laying on a black leather sofa reading Q Magazine.)

YOUNG: Randy, do you know who you are facing tonight?

VALENTINO: I 'eard I got some sort of tag team match.

YOUNG: Yes, it will be Randy Valentino teaming up with 'Scrap-heap' Joe Tunny against William Black and Ezekiel.

(Randy puts the magazine down and sits up.)

VALENTINO: I'm teaming up with 'Cr@ppy' ?

YOUNG: Yes, you're teaming up with Joe Tunny.

VALENTINO: Well, I'm going to trust him tonight. But after tonight is over that man is going down the pothole.

(Randy continues reading Q Magazine.)

YOUNG: Think of your opponents, Ezekiel and Mr. Black aren't the easy opponents you expect them to be. After all, Mr. Black beat you on Live.

VALENTINO: Call him William, he doesn't deserve to be a mister. And Live is non-televised therefore doesn't count towards my loss record. It was a fluke I wasn't fully prepared.

YOUNG: Shouldn't you be practising your grappling and whatever before your match instead of reading that interview.

VALENTINO: I don't need to train Rob, but I'll tell you what I am going to do, I'm going to make my way to that ring and tell the whole world what I really think of Ezekiel and Black. You stay here.

(Randy puts down Q Magazine and heads out of the locker room.)

YOUNG: (Impersonating Randy) I'm the sexiest man alive, I'm the best, (Normal) He'll never learn, why did I become his agent.

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
Hailing from Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Aquatic

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

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA System as blue mist rises from the
stage. There is an explosion of bluefrieworks, and Aquatic comes out brandishing
her Woman's Belt. She saunters down to the ring, spinning a microphone in her
hand. She hops up to
the ring, jumps the ropes, and puts the mike to her mouth as she hands the
belt to the referee.)

Aquatic: CUT THE MUSIC! (The music abruptly stops.) now then.....tonight,
Rachel and I have been unfortunately disallowed to participate in the Prime Time
match against the scourge that is the bWo. but as you should know by now, a
TRUE Woman's Champion
does not resign herself to a filler match and looking pretty. A TRUE Woman's
Champion does not wait for the fight to come to her, she brings the fight to
everyone else! And tonight, I have arranged for Rachel and myself to be in the
same ring as the bWo's
resident witch, Judge Moody. now I suppose that "technically" this is a
three-way and "technically" Rachel and I are fighting each other as much as her.
But come on....this is a non-title contest, Rachel and I have nothing to gain
except disunity by pinning each other....so what do you THINK is going to happen?

(The crowd chants "Puppies! Puppies!")

Aquatic: (smacks her forehead) BESIDES that! Honestly..... Just for that, I'm
bringing the fight extra hard tonight, and Judge Moody, you will....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

Her opponent...
Hailing from Bristol, TN...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

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

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

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

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

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

LILLY: Their opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Hailing from Miami, FL...

Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

Aquatic, Rachel Pitt, and Judge Moody circle the ring.
Aquatic and Rachel Pitt clothesline Judge Moody down.
Rachel whips Judge Moody into a kick by Aquatic.

JR: The Prime Time women are working together well here!

(Aquatic hoists Moody up as if for a suplex. Rachel jumps up and dropkicks
Moody, propelling aquatic through the suplex.)

King: WOW! You don't see that much, JR!

JR: You most certainly don't!

Rachel and Aquatic double-neckbreaker Judge Moody.
Rachel holds Judge Moody down while Aquatic runs to the other side of the
ring.
Aquatic nails Judge Moody with an Asai moonsault.

King: Flying puppies, JR! I love it!

(Aquatic jumps to the top turnbuckle and Rachel stands on the second one.
Aquatic jumps off the Rachel's shoulders and nails Judge Moody with a flying
moonsault from 12 feet in the air!)

JR: OH MY GOSH! CAN YOU BELIEVE THE HEIGHT?!?!

Rachel and Aquatic charge after Moody.
They both take her down with a double elbow smash.

King: These girls are going to town!

(Rachel kicks Moody in the gut, and nails her with a hard DDT. Aquatic climbs the corner and comes down with a perfect moonsault.)

JR: Beautiful moonsault there!

Rachel lifts up Moody and dropkicks her square in the face.
Aquatic takes her around and lays her with some hard chops followed by an arm drag.

King: Moody is in serious trouble! This is more like a handicap match!

(Aquatic suddenly grabs Moody's neck and begins to choke her out, tossing her into Rachel, who flattens her with a spin-out powerbomb.)

JR: What an impact that made!

JR: Aquatic and Rachel Pitt are stomping on Moody in the corner.
Rachel lifts Moody up as Aquatic jumps to the top turnbuckle.
Aquatic and Rachel hit the Take Two on Judge Moody.

JR: TAKE TWO! That's going to be it!

King: But who's going for the pinfall?

(Aquatic offers to let Rachel go for the pin, but she blindsides her with a
spinning heel kick, knocking her out of the ring.)

King: HA! I KNEW all women secretly hate each other!

JR: Aquatic's pulling up Judge Moody!

Aquatic nails the Ice Breaker on Judge Moody.
Aquatic goes for the cover.
The referee counts: One Two...Rachel Pitt makes the save.

There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Rachel Pitt is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Rachel Pitt nails Aquatic with a German suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Rachel Pitt throws Aquatic out of the ring.

JR: This match has turned into an all out brawl!

(Rachel stands up and locks on a full nelson lock on Moody. Rachel continues to wrench Moody around back and forth..)

JR: Rachel is trying for a submission victory here.

(Rachel topples Moody and mounts her on the mat. Rachel hooks Judge Moody’s leg and wraps her arm around Moody’s head, applying heavy amounts of pressure on it.)

JR: This could do it!

JR: I’m not even gonna ask…Judge Moody is valiantly trying to break the hold

(Rachel releases the hold, and rises to her feet. She smiles and waves to the fans, acknowledging the people cheering her name.)

PA: (Talking) Introducing...the sexiest man alive....RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDY VALENTIIIIIIINOOOOOOO!

('Rock Your Body' by Justin Timberlake blasts through the PA system as Randy Valentino walks out on stage to an eruption of boo's. Randy trash talks them back while walking down the ramp, Randy walks up the steel steps and once he reaches the top step he rubs his body in a Val Venis style fashion. He steps through the middle and top rope and snatches a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

VALENTINO: (Calmly) Shut...up...San Fransisco...I have a big enough headache as it is.

(The crowd boo loudly to annoy Randy)

VALENTINO: If this keeps going then I'll be glad to back to Ohio.

(The crowd start a chant of 'BLEEP off to Ohio')

VALENTINO: Tonight I face a two men and team up with one in a tag team match, I've got to team up with a man called 'Scrap-heap' Joe Tunny. Now Joe, I have not liked you since day one, I have not liked you since day two, I have not liked you anytime. Basically you suck, you lost to that brainless buffoon Truck on Live. That is worse than me losing to William Black! Joe, I know you don't have much brains either, or beauty for that matter, but I know that you have enough brains to get us through tonight. And if you cross a line and step out of hand then...

(Randy gets up close to the camera and does a cut-throat taunt.)

VALENTINO: That's a word of warning...stick to it.

Now, I'm not forgetting my opponents for this evening either, lets begin with William Black. William, the name William brings up thoughts, thoughts of a noble man. Prince William, William Regal, William...

(Randy rubs his chin)

VALENTINO: William, you probably ain't that noble, you're not beuatiful either. But I'm going to make you look worse than Michael Jackson in his prison cell and I'm going to treat you like the little son of a BLEEP you are. You may have beat me on Live but that was a full on fluke and it will NEVER EVER happen again. NEVER! I will prove I am the better man, I have always been the better man.

VALENTINO: Now onto Ezekiel, actually, nevermind Ezekiel. Actions speak louder than words.

(Randy Valentino throws the microphone down as Rock Your Body plays once again, the camera FADES as we see Valentino taunting the San Fran crowd.)

>>>

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system. The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America. We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America. Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted. Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion! Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays.
Aquatic...Truck...Kolic…Inferno....Mineral...Rachel
Pitt...Tamer..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt...and
featuring Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde as himself! The
credits wrap up, telling us this is "A Prime Time
Production.")

(Rachel Pitt is lounging around her bedroom, sipping on a martini. She is
EXTREMELY bored, and has had nothing to do all night. She waits for a moment
before she picks up the handle again and dials a number... It looks like
she's punching in numbers randomly.)
Voice: Magoo's Wok Chinese Westoowant. How can I help you?
(Rachel stays silent.)
Voice: Hallo? Is thar anywun thar?
Rachel: Yes. I would like to order some Chinese food. Do you know if it is
possible to do that here?
Chinese person on the phone: Why yeah-has... Thees ees a ChinEEEse
westoowant! Muy I take your orduh?
Rachel: I would like some noodles.
Chinese person: How wad chu likuh yur nudools?
Rachel: Well, how could I have them?
Chinese person: In uhhhhh soooooooop!
Rachel: Ick.
(Rachel shakes her head and hangs up. She closes her eyes for a few moments
for her eyelids feel so heavy. She even hears a knock at the door, but she
doesn't move from where she is. She hears a rattling as they try and use the
door handle to get in. This scares Rachel out of sleep and she bolts
upright. She quickly dials in Tyrone’s number.)
(She was still very peeved with him, but nevertheless, it was impulse for
her to call him. Her knight in shining armor was Tyrone Gilford Smith. After
a few rings, the phone is answered.)
Sarah: Hello?
(Rachel remains hushed, not speaking to Sarah.)
Sarah: Hello?
Rachel: (Stubbornly) I want to talk to Tyrone…
Sarah: Who is this?
Rachel: You know who it is, put him on the line…
Sarah: Oh you? Please…he’s moved on from you so give it up.
Rachel: Whatever…
(Rachel cuts off the call and slides off the bed. Her heart is now pumping
as the rattling of the door handle continues. She ducks down at the side of
the bed and peeks over the top to look at the front door to her bedroom.
Suddenly she hears a different noise. A kind of metal-on-metal noise...
Keys! Someone was using keys in the lock to get into the room! )
(Rachel shudders with a rush of adrenaline and looks for something hard, but
she doesn't find anything. There is a click as the door unlocks and light
floods the room as the door is opened. The figure is just an outline to her
as she watches on. She ducks down quickly before the figure sees her, but
she listens on carefully.)
(She had noticed a squeaky floorboard, and with each step the figure made, a
loud noise that echoed throughout the room. She counted and listened to the
footsteps. They grew louder, but Rachel was waiting for just the right
moment. Then the figure speaks and Rachel's breath is caught in her throat.)
Voice: Rachel?
(Rachel dives up onto her feet and runs across the bed, aiming for the man.)
Rachel: YAAAAAAAAH!
Mineral: AHHHHH!
(She leaps off and hits the figure full on. They both fall to the floor and
roll on the ground. Rachel gets back up and pins the figure the floor. As
she does so, she feels something cold run down her fingers. From down the
corridor, she hears voices, and then running, but she tries this on her
own.)
Rachel: Who are you? Who sent you?
Mineral: You did...I brought the ice cream you asked for.
(Rachel looks at her hands and tries to figure out the cold feeling she had
had. She tastes the stuff on her hands and licks her lips. It's ice cream.)
Rachel: But I ordered that ages ago! I thought it wasn't going to come. You
could have asked me before sneaking in! Pervert!
Mineral: Sorry but Truck was hogging it all.
(With the lights on, she noticed that the Mineral was covered in ice cream.
There was a sundae glass next to him which was half full. The rest was over
the all over her nightgown.)
Rachel: I'm sorry.
(She tastes the ice cream, by licking off what was on her finger. Then she
grins.)
Rachel: It's nice... Can I have another one?

(The scene fades. A Picture of Tamer holding a deck of cards is shown. The
scene opens in the kitchen of the Prime Time house. 2:08 AM is on the
microwave clock. Tamer is playing solitaire at the kitchen table. The only
light that is on is the one over the kitchen table. Tamer smiles as he lays
the final king down.)

Tamer: I win again.

Female Voice: Hey.

(Tamer jumps out of his chair and turns around. Rachel is standing in the
doorway of the kitchen. Rachel giggles a little and waves.)

Rachel: Just me.

Tamer: Why are you up?

Rachel: I could ask you the same question. I mean do you ever sleep?

Tamer: I get enough sleep.

Rachel: You’re always awake in the middle of the night.

Tamer: I sleep very light and my room is next to Mineral who snores all
night, you do the math.

(Rachel smile and shakes her head.)

Rachel: Yeah very funny. There’s more to it isn’t there?

Tamer: So how you doing?

Rachel: Huh? I thought we we’re talking about you?

Tamer: You were talking about me.

Rachel: Fair enough. I’m okay, all things considered. But that little....

Tamer: Yeah well I’m here if you need anything…

Rachel: Josh-

Tamer: As a friend, okay. That’s what we are right friends?

Rachel: Definitely.

Tamer: Well I’m gonna go hit the gym for a few hours.

Rachel: You don’t want to maybe stay and play cards with me?

Tamer: Nah, I got to be ready for the bWo Monday.

Rachel: Um, okay.

(Tamer walks towards the door. Rachel opens her arms. Tamer gives her a
small hug and kisses her on the cheek.)

Tamer: Happy Valentines Day.

(Tamer walks off. Rachel sits down at the table and begins to shuffle the
cards. The scene fades. A Picture of Inferno holding a Microphone is shown.
Then “WARNING: The following piece may be offensive to some people. You’ve
been forewarned” flashes across the screen. (Kolic is watching an old
episode of The Chris Rock Show. He laughs as he eats popcorn. Suddenly,
Inferno runs in brandishing a videotape.)

Inferno: Take that tape out! (Inferno hits the eject button on the VCR.)

Kolic: HEY! I was watching that!

Inferno: Yeah, well this is more important! I have honest-to-goodness proof
(Inferno pops his tape in.) of this country's prejudice against Norwegians!

Kolic: Really? I've never observed a great Scandinavian prejudice in this
country...

Inferno: Scandinavia......We're not talking about Asia, man! NORWAY!

(Inferno hits PLAY as Kolic shakes his head. We cut to the video in
full-screen.)

"Prejudices, Biases, and Scandals-an Inferno production."

(We cut to Inferno standing in front of the camera stark naked. He has
pixilation covering his personal area.)

Inferno: Good evening. I am here in Harlem to show the inherent prejudices
against Norwegians that are present in every single American. Watch as I try
to hail a cab.

(Inferno runs down the street buck naked attempting to hail a cab. Every cab
is speeding up considerably as Inferno approaches it.)

Inferno: Come on! I just want to go uptown with someone!

(The cabs continue to speed up.)

Inferno: (turns back to the camera) you see? NO ONE will pick up a
Norwegian! So much hate....

"The next scene shows Inferno attempting to exercise his right as a consumer
to buy some sugar. Let's watch..."

Inferno: (standing in front of a convenience store.) Now, in this scene, I
will also be exercising another right as an American...(pulls out a gun that
is immediately blurred)...the right to carry firearms. Let's watch....

(Inferno runs into the convenience store brandishing a firearm.)

Convenience Store Clerk: DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT!

Inferno: Isn't that just like you white folk to assume all Norwegians are
violent! Anyway, I need some white powder.

Clerk: White....powder?

Inferno: Yes sir! I need my fix like any law-abiding American!

Clerk: Okay.....one second.

(Inferno is seen waiting outside as suddenly, the police run in and arrest
him.)

Inferno: HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I AM AN AMERICAN!

"Our last scene shows Inferno just trying to talk to an average American
girl. Let's watch."

(Inferno is watching a priest-like robe as he walks down the street
whistling. He walks up to a woman with a little boy.)

Inferno: Hello, young woman. How are you?

Woman: Um....good. Look, I'm sorry I haven't donated to the parish
lately....

Inferno: Parish? Do you think all Norwegians are religious fanatics? (shakes
head) So much hate.... (Bends down)...Hey little boy. Would you like a nice
lightweight robe like this?

Woman: (grabs boy) GET AWAY FROM MY SON! (The woman runs off.)

Inferno: (turning to the camera) Hypothesis proved.

(The tape stops, and Inferno takes it out.)

Inferno: Well? Should I donate this to Headhunter to support his cause?
(Kolic walks off shaking his head.) WHAT?!?!

(The scene fades. A Picture of Prime Time is shown. Then the screen goes
black.)

(William Black is sitting on the hood of a skyline blue nissan skyline. The vehicle is a work of art, having been dropped until its barely off the ground, gold spinning wheels, and tinted
windows that are so black... that they could conceal Black. (Somebody in the crowd shouts "DUDE THATS MY CAR!" loud enough to be heard on tv) Ezekiel just happens to be sitting next to him, shrouded and concealed by his cloak. Ezekiel just wouldn't be Ezkiel in this picture if he wasn't armed with a chair too.)

BLACK: Ezekiel, I know you don't usually go in the same places that I do, which is why I picked this meeting in this spot. I'm glad to see you showed up.

EZEKIEL: The problem with presuming knowledge is that the truth can elude you. I am here because with have business to conduct.

BLACK: Last Week we worked well together. We doubled teamed the Hell out of Valentino and Scrappy Joe. We even worked so well together that we took out Eco-System too. So here's the deal. I have a plan for tonights Tag Team matchup, and if we follow this plan we're going to win...)

(William Black begins explaining his plan to Ezekiel but the camera fades to black before any information gain be gained as to what this plan really is.)

(Tobey Miliken is standing in the back with The Couch)

Couch: So Tobey how is the leg?

Tobey: Forget the leg Couch, this goes out to the Ultimate Loser, and NO I don't mean my opponent for tonight, but to Kolic.
I guess you thought you had me last Friday and that you ended the war with our little untelevised match this past week. I also guess that you thought that you injured me badly and that I would walk away from our match and never mess with the great KOLIC again.
Kolic, the war is not over, it has just begun. BIG FREAKIN' deal you won last week in a non TV match and not to mention my leg was a bit injured. And I am not making excuses. You won fair and square, but after the match, after a great match where I gave my all, you gave your best effort and a match that had the fans on their feet, you had to attack.
Kolic, my leg is better, and guess what else, that makes me dangerous. KOLIC YOU ARE A DEAD MAN WALKING.

Couch: Back to you JR and King.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

PA: Viva la raza!

(The crowd begins to cheer as Ultimate Guerrero’s music kicks up over the PA system. They are rewarded for their applause as Ultimate Guerrero drives a Chevy Impala out from the side of the entranceway. He pulls it out to the side of the stage and puts it into park. He grabs the hydraulics controller and starts to jump the car up and down to the crowd’s delight. He stops the car and hops out over the window. He quickly makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring. He heads straight to the corner and raises his hands to the crowd as he flips his hair back out of his mask and face. He drops back down to the mat and is handed a microphone.)

Ultimate: Tobey Milliken… will learn… a valuable lesson. You need to keep your mouth… closed. And you need… to keep your head… in line. When you shoot… your mouth… and you say things… you will get hurt. I don’t take things… lightly. When people… get ahead… of themselves… I take concern. So this… is my job. This… is my goal. I want to show… these people… the way to do things. I will keep going… until they stop me. But they can’t stop me. Neither… can Tobey. He may think… otherwise… but I won’t let him. I won’t let anyone succeed over me.

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Milikenn

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tobey Miliken chops Ultimate Guerrero.
Tobey Miliken punches Ultimate Guerrero.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Tobey Miliken kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero chops Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero punches Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a flying clotheslin
e
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero covers Tobey Miliken.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero executes an elbowsmash on Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero uses a gutwrench suplex on Tobey Miliken.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks Tobey Miliken with a devastating flying clothesline .
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
Ultimate Guerrero uses a fist to the midsection on Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero nails Tobey Miliken with a gutwrench suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero complains about a slow count.
Ultimate Guerrero uses an elbowsmash on Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero executes an elbowsmash on Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Tobey Miliken down with an elbowsmash.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken sends Ultimate Guerrero into the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken goes for a neck snap, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero runs into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a snap suplex, but Tobey Miliken counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken hits a flying cross bodypress on Ultimate Guerrero.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken nails Ultimate Guerrero with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken nails Ultimate Guerrero with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Tobey Miliken takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a flying cross bodypress.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Tobey Miliken goes for a punch to the side of the head, but Ultimate Guerrero
blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero punches Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero chops Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
Ultimate Guerrero punches Tobey Miliken.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a flying clothesline, but Tobey Miliken
ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken executes a punch to the side of the head on Ultimate Guerrero.
Tobey Miliken whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken misses with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken misses with a shoulderblock.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a flying clotheslin
e
Ultimate Guerrero is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero uses a flying bodypress on Tobey Miliken.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ultimate Guerrero gives the sign for the Ultimate Guerrero-plex.
Ultimate Guerrero attempts to place Tobey Miliken on the turnbuckle, but
Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero throws Tobey Miliken out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The crowd is behind Ultimate Guerrero all the way.

*DING DING*

(Cameras go live outside of the Cow Palace to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena when he stops and see Big Kev over at his truck. White Lightning approaches Big Kev and then after a moment, both men walk into the arena as the camera fades…..)

JR: White Lightning and Big Kev are here, What a night it should be!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt, Truck, and Mr.
Beauregarde.)

Bole: Tonight is a big night for Prime Time, as you,
Vernon, lead your team into battle against the bWo's
representatives...

Vernon: Wait just one hot minute there, sweet cheeks.
I'm co-leading tonight.

Bole: OK. Who's the other leader?

Vernon: Leaders, Michael. The other leaders are
Tamer, Inferno, Mineral, Kolic, Rachel, Aquatic,
Truck, and Clancy.

Bole: Alright, I think I get your point there. So,
if Prime Time wins, then they get to script a promo
for the bWo at No Way In. But if the bWo wins, then
they get to spend a day in the Prime Time Mansion, and
tape an episode of your smash hit reality show.

Clancy: You bet your sweet bippy, Michael!

Michael: Bippy?

Truck: Bippy.

Vernon: Bippy.

Michael: Bippy. OK then. So, are you worried that
Lowedown may try to interfere for his team?

Clancy: That's not a worrisome prospect, Michael. As
a matter o' fact, I'll double dog dare that lousy
scoundrel t'come an' stick his nose in this match.
There'll be more than enough Prime Timers 'round
t'make him think twice about it.

Truck: I know I'm gon' be out there. (Truck smacks
his fist menacingly.)

Vernon: Trust me, Michael. If Lowedown knows what's
good for him, he'll be preparing for his match with
that giant Jamaican jack@$$, Tyrone Smith.

Bole: Very well then. Truck, you're facing
Electroshock...

Truck: For the two millionth time.

Bole: ...how do you think you'll do?

Truck: Same as I ever do. I'll do my best and crush
him like a swamp rat.

Clancy: I hate to cut things short 'round here, but
my boys have t'go and get ready fo' their matches,
Michael.

Vernon: Catch you on the flip side, homeboy.

Truck: Later, Michael.

(They exit.)

Bole: Let's get on with this show then.

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! I've just been informed that Lowedown has arrived here in the Cow Palace!

King:I think Lowedown is on a roll here as of late by attacking almost all of the Prime Time members involved in the special match tonight on Live! Lowedown went on a one man crime spree!

JR:Well, Lowedown took offense to the sneak attack on him last week and he wanted to make sure each and every one of the Prime Time players learn what happens when you try to embarass him in front of his "peeps" as he calls the fans.

King:I mean look at the footage here!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show footage from this past Live starting with the attack on Kolic. It shows Lowedown executing a reverse DDT on Kolic and then shows Lowedown pulling Kolic into the center of the ring. Flame is seen rushing to the ring and tossed a steel chair into the ring as Lowedown places Kolic's arm in between the chair and then climbed up to the top rope. Lowedown then hits the "Going Down" elbowdrop right on top of the chair and shoulder of Kolic. Kolic is seen writhing in pain as Lowedown pulls the chair away and then nails Kolic with a shoulderbreaker...)

JR:Lowedown went off on the newest member of Prime Time like a rabid dog!

King:But then he went right after Inferno and Mineral of Eco-System! He tricked them with his pyro entrance! Check this out!

(The Bruisertron lights up again to show the pyro shooting from the four corners that catches Eco-System off guard and then Lowedown catching them from behind with a double clothesline. Lowedown is seen pulling out the nightstick from behind his back and slams it down on the back of Inferno's head and then once against the back of Mineral's head. Flame makes her way down the entrance way as she tosses her husband a pair of handcuffs as he attaches them on the wrists of Inferno and Mineral. The footage then cuts to show Lowedown slamming the nightstick back and forth over the bodies of Eco-System and then he finally places the nightstick against the ankle of Inferno...)

JR:I'm surprised Inferno's ankle wasn't destroyed due to that attack there!

King:Lowedown wasn't finished with Eco-System that's for sure!

(The footage continues to show Lowedown slamming his foot down on top of the nightstick and broke it over the ankle of Inferno. Inferno writhed in pain as Lowedown then pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and held onto the ankle of Mineral as he drove short jabs into the ankle of Mineral over and over again. Both men screamed in pain as Lowedown left both men lying on the rampway...)

JR:Lowedown refused to be ignored that night as he then focused on even another Prime Time member known as Tamer. Tamer was Lowedown's opponent at Live and he showed Tamer why he is going to wrestle the main event at Bruisermania!

King:Lowedown tamed Tamer for sure! HAHAHA!

(The Bruisertron lights back to show Lowedown being handed a steel chair by Flame as he catches Tamer in the ribs with a painful shot. Lowedown stands over the injured ribs of Tamer and brought the chair up again. Lowedown slams the top of the chair down on the stomach of Tamer repeatedly as the crowd watches on in disbelief. Lowedown finally threw the chair into the corner and then climbed up to the 2nd turnbuckle as he then hit a 2nd rope frog splash down on the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown was shown spitting up blood as Lowedown stood over him and smiling...)

JR:He can be one sick individual when he wants to be!

King:That's usually 24 hours a day J.R! He finally stopped when he got to the leader of Prime Time...Vernon Vanderbilt!

JR:And he picked another body part to work on! Watch this footage!

(Lowedown is shown standing behind Vernon as he catches Vernon with a superkick right under the chin. Lowedown drops down and slammed hard right hands to the side of Vernon's head over and over again as the crowd was watching on. Lowedown picked up Vernon off the mat and executed a cradle piledriver right in the center of the ring and then watched Vernon's body go limp. Lowedown looked around the arena as he then slid out of the ring and pulled a sledgehammer from under the ring and slid back under the bottom rope. Lowedown clutches the sledgehammer tightly in his hands as he suddenly drove it down hard into the ribs of Vernon. Lowedown slams the sledgehammer down again into Vernon's ribs as the crowd watches on in disbelief at the senseless act of violence. Lowedown rolls Vernon onto his stomach as he takes the end of the sledgehammer and drives it down into Vernon's lower back. Lowedown hoists it up again and drivess it down evern harder than before. Lowedown finally sets the sledgehammer down on the mat as he picked up Vernon off the mat and dropped Vernon down with a bodyslam right on top of the sledgehammer. Vernon writhed in pain as Lowedown then placed Vernon in the Camel clutch with the sledgehammer across Vernon's throat. Lowedown refused to release the hold as the referees tries to pull Lowedown off of Vernon...)

King:Lowedown nearly eliminated the entire Prime Tme team for tonight's match between them and the BWO! Why would he do such a thing?

JR:I think Lowedown actually felt humiliated by Prime Time attacking him during his match up against Master Z and Tyrone Smith. Folks, let's see if we can get a word with Lowedown as Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by backstage. Slim, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show the bWo crimson red limousine pulling into the backstage parking lot. The limousine driver ges out of the car and walks to the back. As the door is opened, Lowedown steps out and then extends his hand out to bring out his lovely wife, Flame. Both look into the camera and blow a kiss to their fans. Lowedown then signals to someone off camera and is then swarmed by bWo security who stand around him and fold their arms. Slim tries to walk by and is stopped immediately...)

Lowedown:It's okay boys. He's harmless. D@mn good interviewer though! What's on your mind Slim?

Slim:What's with all the security here? You nearly took out Prime Time all by yourself and now you have this group of security? What gives?

Lowedown:What gives Slim is that I am looking at an insanely tough match against Tyrone Smith and I want to look my best for the peeps out there in San Fancisco!

(Cheap pop)

Lowedown:And what I don't need is a bunch of useless, no talent, over-rated, melee mouth sonofableeps trying to steal my sunshine here tonight! I mean, after I take care of Tyrone Smith in that ring, I fully intend on burning down the Prime Time house and watching it turn into ash! That you can bet on Slim! Now, what other brain busters do you have in that chrome think tank?!?

Slim:You and Tyrone Smith will being going head to head tonight for the first time in a long time. Tyrone Smith has been saying a few things about you lately and your response has been somewhat vague in the eyes of some fans here in the BMWF. What are your...

Lowedown:Hold on a second here Slim! Are you losing your marbles or what here Slim?!? I love ya brother, but you're mental you know that?

(Slim looks confused for a moment as Lowedown pulls the microphone up...)

Lowedown:Slim, let's cut to the chase right here and right now! Tonight, Tyrone and I are going to go at it tonight and I am going to take that 400 plus pound Jamaican jughead and show him that if he wants to step in the ring with the soon to be five time World champion, I will do him exactly what I intend to do to Master Z at Bruisermania!

Slim:Which is?

Flame:Which is beat his sorry @$$ plain and simple! Now, I don't know if Tyrone is simply jealous of my husband's success or the fact that he can't simply grab the brass ring when it's dangling right in front of him! He chokes when the time comes for him to shine. Isn't that right baby?

Lowedown:Couldn't have said it better myself sweetie. Tyrone blames me for just about everything wrong from the Union to the "C minus" in History class in the 8th grade. Tyrone, you may consider yourself one of the biggest men in this business, but in this case...size doesn't matter in this match up! I am going to take you apart piece by piece and then I may just have to dance on that neck of yours a lil' bit and keep you out for a lil' while longer. You won't stop me from getting back what belongs to me Tyrone. You are not the next big thing in this business. You are simply the next obstacle in my path! That is the Lowedown on that! Come on fellas! We got business to take care of!

Flame:Can we do just one more thing please baby?

Lowedown:Which is?

(Flame places her hands up and then shouts...)

Flame:SAN FRANCISCO!

(Crowd pops)

Flame:WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

Flame&Crowd:HOUSE!

(Lowedown then kisses his wife as the bWo security looks around and then forms a circle around Lowedown and Flame as they make their way towards the locker room area...)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, this night is going to be one explosive night!

King:Either that or I'm getting my money back!