BMWF Bedlam

Date : 2/17/03
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania

(The show opens with Maverick leaning just outside a locker
room doorway. He laughs for a moment and then looks both
directions down the hallway. Far off in the distance a camera
crew can be seen heading towards the parking lot, while a mass amount of the ring crew scurry around in the opposite hallway to transport a pile of ropes for the ring. Maverick's hand can be seen moving a hair pin inside the lock as a small "clink" is heard. His trademark smirk covers his face as he is shown turning the knob to the doorway. The doorway opens and allows him to slip through quickly.)

Maverick:  Oh the fun we shall have, Jason...

(As Maverick is seen about to close the door, his knees buckle while he grabs hold of the doorhandle to keep himself from falling.)

Maverick:  guh... what the BLEEP...

(The bWo member grabs his head in pain for a mere moment,
taking a deep breath to calm the aching. He smacks himself in
the face, but quickly drags his trench coat inside the door as voices are heard drawing closer and closer. The doorway shuts silently as the camera focuses in on the doorway sign of... Deadly Medley.)

BMWF Bedlam

(The show opens inside the First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania where a multitude of pyrotechnics goes off.  The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone!  Welcome to BMWF Bedlam!! We are coming to you from the First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania where we've been buried in nearly two feet of snow! I'm JR Finnegan and along side the King, Gary Brawler and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Yeah, and I have to commend the BMWF fans! Look at this JR!

(The scene cuts to a view of fans coming to the arena in 4 wheel drive vehicles, on snowmobiles, on snowboards, skis and ice skates, etc. etc.)

JR: Can you believe it, folks? The people of Philadelphia are sliding into the First Union Center any way they can!!

KING: Only in the BMWF! HA HA HA!

JR: But what is up with Maverick? Why is he sneaking into the Deadly Medley locker room?

KING: And what's the matter with his head?

(Suddenly, "No Chance in Hell" plays. Out struts Mr. Mackman. The fans cheer as he swaggers to the ring.)
  
KING: Oh, my gosh! It's Mr. Mackman!
  
JR: What is the owner of the BMWF doing here tonight?
  
KING: Maybe he'll fire Bishoff!!
  
(Vince gets in the ring. He struts around some more, then grabs the mike. The music stops.)
  
VINCE: Now, you're probably wondering what I'm doing here tonight, so I'm going to tell you. There have been some things happening here in the BMWF that I am not pleased with....stuff like people wasting our time by applying to be in the BMWF, and then, either dropping out over some insignificant reason or not bothering to show up their first day of work. To those people, you'll be glad to hear that Burger King and McDonalds are still hiring!

KING: HA HA HA!

VINCE: Now then, I have a few people that I want to address out here right now! Eric Bishoff, Crock Lesner...get your butts out here right now!
  
(There is a pause...)
  
KING: He's going to fire Bishoff!
  
JR: And copy another lame WWE plot!
 
KING: Oh, I hope Mr. Mackman doesn't drop his pants! I hear his rear end smells worse than Rikishi after the fat man eats curry!

JR: Good grief!!
  
VINCE: Come on, Bishoff! Get out here! Quit wasting my time!
  
(Suddenly, "I'm Back" plays and Bishoff and Lesner appear on the stage. Bishoff looks worried, but Crock is just as menacing as ever.)
  
JR: Here comes our GM and that monster Crock Lesner down the ramp!
  
KING: I can't believe what happened last week on Bedlam! Crock destroyed five BMWF legends and one...well..whatever Vernon Vanderbilt is!
 
(The music stops after Bishoff and Crock get into the ring.)
 
VINCE: First, I am quite impressed with you, Crock. You've caused more devastation than any newcomer in BMWF history! You're unbeatable! In fact, I think most of the BMWF stars fear you! However, I am less than impressed by you, Eric. You have once again failed to bring us a decent main event for the No Way In PPV!

ERIC: Vince, I...
  
VINCE: SHUT UP!!!
  
KING: YAHHH!
  
VINCE: If I want your opinion, I'll give it to you! Now, as I was saying, I'm not pleased with the way things have been going here during your tenure as GM. There are a number of things that are bothering me such as that fiasco that you allowed to happen last week on Bedlam.
  
(The scene cuts to the last portion of Bedlam with the ring rising and the stinky vat, etc., then cuts back to Vince.)
  
VINCE: Yes, that had to be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen here in the BMWF except for a Hydrogen promo!
  
KING: HA HA HA!
  
VINCE: You've let this crazed fan, whoever he was, attack our champion, destroy several of our main stars, and you expect the fans to accept this? No, Eric, they don't accept it and neither do I! So, as you're punishment...I order you to be in a match at No Way In!
  
KING: He IS copying WWE!!
  
VINCE: But your match will be a four corners tag team match!
  
JR: Oh, my!
  
VINCE: In one corner will be you, Eric, and your tag team partner...Crock Lesner!!
  
(Eric gets a big smile and nods his head in agreement. Crock looks on with a maniacal grin.)
  
VINCE: In another corner will be...Darklord and Pain!!
  
KING: YAHHH!

(Eric's jaw drops...)
  
VINCE: In another corner will be The Rock and Stone Cold Bruiser!!!
  
JR: Oh, my!

(Eric looks scared...)
  
VINCE: And the final team involved will be...Coldberg and his partner...now, let me see. Who should we have as Coldberg's partner? Hmm. How about the Icon himself, Hollywood Hulkster!!
  
KING: What?! You've got to be kidding!

JR: Hollywood and Coldberg tagging! WOW!
  
VINCE: That's it! My decision is final! Now get your @$$es out of my ring!!
  
(Bishoff starts to leave, but Crock just stands there staring at Vince. Vince stares angrily right back.)
  
KING: Oh, no, Vince! Get outta there!!
  
(Finally, Crock grins and steps out of the ring. He and Bishoff head to the back.)
  
VINCE: Now, that's not all I came here to say. Right now, I want the bWo to come out here. Come on I don't have all...
  
PA: Bu... Bu... Bu... Brotherhood World Order!!!

(The bWo music plays as Lowedown, soon followed by Kurt Dangle who is carrying Maverick's Gold Belt, Dozer, and Flame all make their ways onto the entrance ramp. He looks over to Lowedown who has the United States and the Intercontinental title belts strapped and slung over his shoulder as well. The two look at one another for a moment and in unison, they both thrust their titles up into the air while Dozer, and Flame all hold up the Wolfpac symbol to an eruption of cheers from the crowd. After working the crowd up for a bit, they all begin making their ways to the ring. Lowedown leans against the ropes. Flame cuddles herself next to her husband while Dozer pulls on the ring ropes, stretching. Finally, Kurt just stands next to Vince with a child-like grin.)
  
VINCE: Where the hell is Maverick?

KURT: Well, Vince, you see Maverick has a bad headache from thinking up a devious beatdown and didn't feel like coming out here right now..

VINCE: Do you think I could give a crap about Maverick's headaches? I've got an Excedrin sized one right now...Ah, forget it. Nevermind! I'll deal with maverick later! Right now, I would like these Deadly Medley guys to come out here. Oh, but before you do, there will be no fighting or attacks here during this segment. Anyone who starts anything will be suspended!

(Dozer and Lowedown look to one another with a disappointed frown. Vince rolls his eyes at the two of them then turns towards the Bruisertron and shouts out.)

Vince:  Now get your @$$es out here!

PA: YOU CAN HATE ME NOW!

("Hate Me Now" by Puffy and Nas begins to blast through the First Union Center. D-R-E-A-D scrolls across the Bruisertron as pyro explodes from the stage. From behind the smoke, Dreadnaught and the rest of Deadly Medley emerge. Dreadnaught is in his "The Most Hated" T-shirt and he holds the World Title high above his head. There is a mixture of cheers and boos as he emerges on the stage. They walk to ringside and cautiously enter the ring. They move to the opposite side from the bWo.)
  
VINCE: Now, there is one more person I would like to come out here right now and that is none other than the Masked Fan! If you ever....EVER...want any kind of a match in the BMWF I would suggest that you come out here right now and unmask in this very ring.
  
KING: Where is he?

JR: Who is he?

(TNT by ACDC blares over the soundsystem as the rampway lights up with Pyro.  Some of the fans are confused, while some realize who's entrance this is and begin to cheer.  Suddenly the Masked Fan emerges from the back wearing his familiar Scotty Scott mask.  He pauses at the top of the ramp and soaks in the crowd before jogging down to the ring and sliding into the ring.  The Masked Fan surveys the situation in the ring before turning his attention to Mr. Mackman.)

KING: Gosh, now even the fans have a theme song!
  
VINCE: Take that mask off, BLEEP IT!
 
(The Masked Fan begins to removes the mask as Lowedown steps in and shoves the Masked Fan aside, who halts the removal of his mask.)

Lowedown: Vince, this is bullBLEEP!! I can't stand the sight of any of these dung pushers! Would you mind just getting straight to the point about all of this!?
  
VINCE: Do you know who I am!? I am Vincent Mackman! I own your @$$! You want to know why you are out here? Fine! Besides, I hear the masked fan is too ugly for national TV anyway!

(Vince angrily turns around until he sees Lowedown and Flame standing together.)

Vince:  Now, here's the deal. Lowedown...you wanted Cash Flo in a Hangman's Noose match at No Way In which takes place at the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas. No! That's not exactly going to happen!
  
KING: Poor Lowedown!

JR: Lucky Cash!
  
(Vince turns to Dreadnaught.)

VINCE: Dreadnaught, you said that the Masked Fan could have a title shot, but, no! That is not going to happen, either! And there will be no Hell in the Cell...but there will be...THE WAR GAMES!!
  
JR: War Games!
  
KING: That's a WCW angle! Can't Vince be original?
  
VINCE: Actually, it won't exactly be a War Games either! This is the way it's going to be...On one team there will be the bWo-- Maverick, Lowedown, Dozer and Dangle along with the Masked Fan and none other than BIG POPPA PUMP!

KING: What? He just came back!
  
JR: Oh, shut up, King! You're starting to sound like Box!
  
KING: Who?
  
VINCE: And on the other team, it will be Deadly Medley-- Dreadnaught, Chuck Porterhouse, The One and Dollar Bill and along with them will be...none other than the tag champs Cash Flo and The Judge!
  
JR: Oh, my!!
  
VINCE: Now, as I said this will be no ordinary War Games...not quite!
  
KING: I'm getting confused!
  
VINCE: This match will consist of six sub-matches!
  
KING: Sub-Match?
  
JR: That's as loony as a pet coon!
  
VINCE: The ring will be surrounded by a normal cage and both the cage and the ring will be surrounded by a master Hell in the Cell type cage.
  
Match #1 will be a battle of the super heavyweights, Dozer Phillips vs. The One. The winner will be decided by cage escapes only from the inner cage!
  
Match #2 will be Dollar Bill vs. Big Poppa Pump in a Winner Gets the Freaks match!
  
KING: What? Let me be in that match!!
  
VINCE: That match will be decided by cage escapes only as well and the winner gets a night with a dozen of San Antonio's finest ladies!

Match #3 will be the Judge defending his LH title against...KURT DANGLE!
  
JR: What? Kurt is a heavyweight!!
  
VINCE: And that match will be a submission rules match!!
  
KING: Dangle's favorite!
  
VINCE: Match #4 will be Maverick defending his gold belt against Chuck Porterhouse! The match can be decided on a cage escape or pinfall or submission!
  
Match #5 will be Lowedown vs. Cash Flo for the IC and US titles. This match will be a two falls match. The first fall will be for the US title and it will be a LADDER MATCH. Hanging above the ring will be not only the US title, but $50,000 dollars in a brief case. This money is from BOTH of your paychecks for the month of February. Yes, one of you will be $25,000 poorer and the other $25,000 richer as well as the US champion! The second fall will be for the IC Title and that match will be...the Hangman's Noose match!!
  
KING: YAHH!
  
VINCE: And Match #6 will be for the World title...Dreadnaught vs. The Masked Fan!! Normally, I would not allow some reprobate fan to participate in a BMWF match, but since we all know that you are not just another fan, I will allow the match. This match will basically be a double cage Hell in the Cell and will be decided by pinfall or submission only!
  
JR: Well, all the participants seem to be satisfied.

KING: Wait! Vince isn't through.

VINCE: Oh, and just to kick tings up a notch, the winners of each match will be allowed to enter the ring during the next match after five minutes into that match. They can then help their teammate.

For instance, in match #1 if Dozer wins that match, he can enter the ring five minutes into match #2 and help Pump. Then if Pump wins, he and Dozer can enter the ring five minutes into match #3 and help out Dangle... and so on, and so forth!
 
JR: There could be a six on one advantage during the World Title match!!
  
VINCE: Oh, just to make it interesting, any of the assisting wrestlers can be eliminated from the match by pinfall, submission or being thrown out of the cage. For instance, if Dozer enters and helps out Pump, he could get pinned by Dollar Bill and eliminated. The match would then continue as normal!
  
KING: WOW!

VINCE: Now I would suggest you all go prepare yourselves for the battle of your lives!! Thank you very much!
  
(No Chance plays and Vince leaves strutting and smirking all the way to the back...)

JR: What a series of main events we have for No Way In! the bWo along with Big Poppa Pump and the Masked Fan will be facing Deadly Medley and the tag champs Cash and Judge in a BMWF War Games! What's gonna happen next?

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Salt Lake City, Utah...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Suicycho

(Insane laughter can be heard for several seconds before "I Stab People" by
Insane Clown Posse comes over the PA and Suicycho walks out from under the
Bruisertron onto the entrance platform. His long black hair is a wild, tangled
mess. His large, dark eyes appear to sparkle from the house lights and madness,
and his white painted face is spread into a wicked smile. He is wearing a black
jersey with a blood red SUICYCHOWARE logo across the chest, black bermuda
trunks and black athletic shoes. In his right hand is his barbedwire wrapped
baseball bat. The JEERS and BOO's from the crowd threaten to drown out his
music as he slowly walks down the ramp toward the ring, pointing his bat or
finger at different people in the crowd, laughing hysterically, mocking them.
Before he is halfway down the ramp plastic concessions cups, food containers
and water bottles begin to pelt Suicycho, but he only laughs harder, pointing
even more vigorously. He reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope,
rising in the center of the ring. The barrage of debris continues and Suicycho
runs from one side of the ring to the other, laughing even more hysterically,
taunting the crowd to continue pelting him with their garbage. After nearly a
minute the barrage ends and Suicycho motions to ringside for a microphone. A
wireless mic is tosseed to him and he slowly turns in a circle, his white
painted face twisted between a snarl and a smile.)

Suicycho:"And here We thought We were in the city of Brotherly Love."

(Suicycho points to a couple in the front row with a small boy between them.)

Suicycho:"Now that homely little runt there," (Suicycho points his barbedwire
wrapped baseball bat at the boy.) "Now he looks like a result of some
Brotherly...and Sisterly Love, if you know what We are saying."

(He breaks into another fit of maniacal laughter as the BOOOO's reach a
deafening roar and the hail of garbage starts again. Suicycho continues to
laugh, running wildly around the ring, pointing and taunting until the BOOO's
fall silent and the rain of debris stops.)

Suicycho:"WHATS UP WITH THAT? Is that all you've got? Is that the best this
town can do? No wonder the Eagles didn't have the will to make it to the
Superbowl. If We had this town of losers to come home to every week, We
wouldn't even suite up for the next game."

(His laughter reaches a crescendo of lunacy as the barrage of garbage and
roaring BOOO's begin once again. This lasts for well over a minute, with
Suicycho continually taunting, before it finally calms down.)

Suicycho:"Now that was more like it. Thats what We would call music to Our
ears. And speaking of music, We are about to play a concert of Our own. A
veritable symphony of pain as we slowly, deliciously, take apart BMWF
workhorse..." (Suicycho breaks into giggles at the word workhorse but he
quickly composes himself.) "We are sorry, its just that term, workhorse..."
(More giggles.) "We find it rather amusing. But as We were saying, We shall be
conducting Our own symphony of pain as we dismantle BMWF workhorse..." (More
giggles.) "Mark Lee. MARK, you don't mind if We call you Mark do you? We know
it's a little personal but Sacrificial Lamb is so...so...formal if you know
what We are saying. Anyway, Mark, did you see what happened to Blizzard last
thursday night at Live? Because that was just a warm up. A small sample of the
whirlwind of pain that We shall sweep through the BMWF, continuing tonight with
you...Mark Lee. Lee. That last name packs some pretty large shoes to try and
fill. Bruce. Brandon. Jet. So what exactly makes you so special Mark that you
feel fit to add the name Lee to yourself? Don't try and tell us that it is your
real name becuase We ain't buying that. The name is just too plain to be
anything other than some cheap gimmick designed to asociate yourself with the
greats who came before you bearing that name. And frankly mark, We find that
rather insulting. Bruce Lee, the man, the myth, the legend. How dare you try
and ride the coattails of his success. And his son, Brandon? Have you no
respect for the dead Mark? The man was killed while following in his fathers
footsteps and you dare desecrate his honor my adopting the name Lee? And let Us
not forget Jet. What more can We say about him than has already ben said?
Nothing of course, so We shall not try. Yes, We find your attempt to siphon
their popularity and success rather pathetic, deserving only of Our contempt
and begging for Our wrath. And Our wrath you shall recieve Mark. Oh yes, Our
wrath you shall recieve. So enough of the small talk Mark. Get your pathetic
carcass down here to the ring so We can end the charade that you call a career
and add another notch in Our arm before turning Our eyes to this thursdays
victim, whomever that may be. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and you too
Mark, get ready because its SUICYCHOTIME!"

(Suicycho lets out a howling scream that breaks into maniacal laughter. he
throws the mic out of the ring and turns to await his opponent, Mark Lee...)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 241 pounds...

Mark Lee

(The theme from Spider-man and His Amazing Friends plays as Mark comes to the ring. He is wearing a Daredevil T-Shirt.)

LEE: Just so you know, I am not related to Bruce Lee. I am Stan and Jim Lee's illegitimate child!

KING: WHAT? I didn't even know they were married!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Suicycho goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Mark Lee counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Mark Lee kicks Suicycho.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mark Lee.
Mark Lee kicks Suicycho.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mark Lee.
Mark Lee kicks Suicycho.
Mark Lee is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Mark Lee goes for a chokehold, but Suicycho counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Suicycho kicks Mark Lee.
Mark Lee chops Suicycho.
Mark Lee hits Suicycho.
A few fans are cheering on Mark Lee.
Mark Lee punches Suicycho.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Mark Lee.
Suicycho chops Mark Lee.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Suicycho attempts to place Mark Lee on the turnbuckle, but Mark Lee blocks it.
Suicycho whips Mark Lee into the ropes.
Mark Lee almost takes Suicycho's head off with a flying lariat
Mark Lee throws Suicycho out of the ring.
Mark Lee goes through the ropes.
Mark Lee goes for a backdrop driver, but Suicycho counters it with a facerake.
Suicycho knocks Mark Lee into the ringsteps.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Suicycho whips Mark Lee into the guardrail.
Suicycho takes Mark Lee down with a DDT.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Suicycho whips Mark Lee into the guardrail.
Suicycho points at the crowd and laughs.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Suicycho throws Mark Lee back into the ring.
Mark Lee punches Suicycho.
A few fans are cheering on Mark Lee.
Mark Lee chops Suicycho.
A few fans are cheering on Mark Lee.
Mark Lee punches Suicycho.
Mark Lee whips Suicycho into the ropes.
Mark Lee hits Suicycho with a clothesline.
Mark Lee goes for a full nelson, but Suicycho blocks it.
Suicycho goes for a piledriver, but Mark Lee counters it with a backdrop.
In turn, Suicycho counters it with a sunset flip.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Suicycho takes Mark Lee down with a flying elbow smash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Suicycho executes the Psychobomb on Mark Lee.
Suicycho is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Suicycho goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Quite a few boos are audible.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Suicycho!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with Triple H, who
is dressed in jeans and an old D-X t-shirt.)

Bole: Triple H.

Triple H: (Rips the mic from his hands) Wait a damn
minute there Bole, THE GAME has something to say to
one particular dead man walking, and no I'm not
talking about Darklord either! I'm talking to that one
son of a BLEEP SLEDGE!

(boos)

Triple H: First this @$$ comes out here and complains
about the events that transpired on Bedlam about my
'after match' actions. Hell they were so BAD that one
of these stupid losers quit the federation. Then what
happened? (Bole is about speak, but HHH stops him)
That was a rhetorical question, which means I wasn't
expecting you to attempt to answer. (To camera)
SLEDGE, you want to talk some BLEEP about my actions
then you pull that lame @$$ attack on Live with a
knife to my throat?! Let the GAME ask you a question,
WHO IN THE BLEEP DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??? You want to
play games with the CEREBRAL ASSASSIN? Fine, I got no
problem with that.in fact all I have to say about that
is this, GAME ON!

(Triple H slams the mic back into Boles chest and then
storms off.)

>>>

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski is making his way through the hallways towards the locker rooms. We see Tamer show up at the end of the hall a few yards behind Sledge)

Tamer: Hey Sledge wait up....

(Sledge stops walking, and Tamer catches up to Sledge.)

Tamer: Look man I know you are upset but this is not the way to deal with it.

(Sledge pulls out a pad of paper. Sledge writes something down Tamer reads it aloud.)

Tamer reading: Sorry about Live

(Tamer looks at Sledge a bit confused, Sledge points his thumb to his chest, then makes a tapping motion)

Tamer: Hey it was only one match. You got a busted jaw, and BLEEPS enough to go out there.

Sledge: iiiiii fffffffffkd oooooop

Tamer: Why don't you just take some time off, let it heal?

Sledge: bbbkawse

Tamer: Because why?

(Sledge reaches into his bag, and pulls out a plastic guard apparently designed to cover his jaw. It has a paint scheme that is a Chicago flag)

Tamer: No *BEEP*, is that legal?

(Sledge tosses the guard to Tamer. Tamer looks it over. Tamer finds a sheet of paper attached to it)

Tamer: Approved by the Pennsylvania Athletic Commission for use in Professional Wrestling. You son of a *BEEP*, you got your stuff together over the last few days.

(Sledge smiles and nods. He slaps Tamer on the chest, then slaps his own, then shakes his "Chicago Way" t-shirt.

Tamer: I agree, tonight we take one step closer to winning that TV title belt.... "The Chicago Way!!!!!"

(Sledge put his arm around Tamer's shoulder and they proceed to walk down the hall. Toward the locker rooms.)

(fade)

>>>>

(“Thoughtless” by Korn plays throughout the arena. The beautiful Rachel Pitt walks out onto the stage and poses at the top of the ramp. She is looking particularly annoyed tonight, as if something was REALLY annoying her. In her right hand, she is carrying a mic. She raises it to her mouth, and waits for the crowd to stop booing.)

Rachel Pitt: Shut up you dirty commoners. Did I give you permission to talk? Oh no, I don’t remember giving you a BLEEPing penny, for that matter, so shut up, fools. Tonight, I have something I wish to address, something that is much more important than any stage in your life that you could even imagine. You see, I’m annoyed with a certain individual here and I think it’s only fair that each and every one of you should know about my problems. I wish to address you all, even those sissy females backstage who have the guts to call themselves ‘wrestlers’. I am here to discuss about a certain individual, Wren SilverPheonix.


(Some people have already caught on to what’s about to happen next.)

Rachel Pitt: Last Friday on Live, I recall a certain incident that involved myself and Little Miss Bird Poop. Now for those of you that were unfortunate enough to miss Live, well today is your lucky day. I have some very interesting footage to show you from this past Live.

(Scenes from last Friday when Wren SilverPheonix attacked Rachel Pitt is shown.)

Rachel Pitt: Wren, let me ask you a question. What in the BLEEP was that? Before you attacked me did you have the slightest clue what you’re getting into?? I’ve heard a baby make more sense than you! It was cr@p! Seriously Wren, what the heck where you thinking? That attack from you didn’t phase me in the least, all it did was piss me off! Wren, you think that YOU are the best female in this company? HAH! If you were the best woman, then the BMWF’s Women’s Division would be in serious trouble. You’ve been in this federation for almost three months and you have not done anything significant. Unless you consider rolling around the ring, groping at each others hair significant. So Wren, I just have one thing to say, bring it. Bring it all, I want to see how much of you is actually fight, and how much of you is the ability to make up nasty comments. Cause guess what Wren, no matter how much you say you haven’t shown your full potential you’ll never show it. You’re holding back Wren! You may think you’re giving it all but in reality you’re not. When you step in that ring you want to win and as does your opponent. You may have a great match and you may not, it all depends on the elements of the match. But no matter what you do or say Wren, you will still walk into every match totally fatigued. Your destiny does not lie anywhere, so quit wasting your breath and show me some real competition. You and I, Wren could have the best matches of our careers or maybe they could be a normal nothing. If you’re willing to put it all on the line I will too. Just remember this and I shouldn’t have to say it, when my music hits will you be ready?.

(Boos, but concentrated silence, is what can be mainly heard around the arena.)

Rachel Pitt: But to be perfectly honest, I’m more worried about myself. Because, even though, I am ending the era of Wren SilverPheonix here and now, I am still booked to wrestle Francine tonight. When I look at Francine, I don’t see any competition, I just see a poor excuse of a female who is contempt with having to follow someone else around this company. I’m not just going to accept a low life fool who wants to get a suck and a blow, because I’m a woman, I want pure talent, like Lena or Judge Moody two Women’s Champions, I want pure talent, who shows there faces, more than once a fortnight. Not sissy back attacker’s who can’t back up the things she says. Believe me, sometime very soon, I will reveal the true Rachel Pitt to the entire world. So, see ya toots.

(Rachel Pitt drops the mic and heads to the back with a look of pure anger on her face.)

JR: Folks, earlier tonight, our cameras were rolling when Deadley Medley made their way to the arena...

(Outside the parking lot is silent when from afar a loud noise is heard and begins to slowly get louder. Turning the corner, four Harley's come roaring into the parking lot of the First Union Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. As the bikes come to a
rumbling stop off steps Dollar Bill who is sporting a white pair of slacks and a green and white mixed dress shirt with the words DEADLY MEDLEY written across the
back of it and his famous bowler hat topping the outfit off. Next steps The One and Chuck Porterhouse followed by Dreadnaught. As the group makes their way
into the arena out comes running Michael Bole. Catching up to them he stops and takes a moment to catch his breath. Stopping and looking at Bole all four men just stare at him for a moment when Michael begins to speak.)

Bole: Dollar Bill can I get a moment with you?

Dollar Bil: What is it that you want Michael?

(Dollar Bill tells the others to go ahead, that he will meet up with them in a few.)

(Gaining his composure Bole starts talking)

Bole: I wanted to know what was going through your mind when you attacked Box last week on Bedlam and what was that stuff you sprayed onto him?

Dollar Bill: Nothing was going through my mind when I attacked him. He needed a lesson taught to him and unfortunate for him I was the one that taught it. As for my secret weapon, (looking around) it's a little something that I like to call...in second thought I don't think I should tell you. I put that sorry piece of BLEEP out of comission for good and anyone who shall decide to get in my or my boys way will suffer the same fate. Oh by the way I do give my apologies for the stunt I pulled on you the other night. Easy target I guess. HAHAHA.

Bole: (with a disgusted look on his face) That wasn't funny. That girl is one fr..fre..freaky chick. So it seems that since you joined up with Deadly Medley you
have been making quite a show for yourself...

Dollar Bill: Excuse me their partner but Deadly Medley did not make me. They just know talent when they see it. I admitt that I was not fully on my game before I
joined up with them but stars rise when surrounded by other stars. Understand? So I'm thinking that this interview is about over with yes?

Bole: One more question. Tonight you face your team member The One to be able to advance in the T.V. Title Tournament, any thoughts about that match up?

Dollar Bill: You know as I think about it there sure is. The One is my boy and we take care of each other but tonight I unfortunately have to take him down.
Nothing but business ya know.

Bole: But don't you think this will cause bad....

(Interupting Michael, Dollar Bill puts his hand up in his face)

Dollar Bill: That is all there is to be said about that Bole. Is there anything else you wanna stick your nose into before I depart?

Bole Yea, what is going on with you and Deva Stator? I thought you two were friends.

Dollar Bill: Friends? I never said that we were friends. He is nothing but a loser that hides behind his woman and if he feels the need to continue to be a
bother to me I shall take him down...the DEADLY MEDLEY way.

Bole: So your saying that if he tries to take you down that you will...

(Dollar Bill turns and makes his way towards the building entrance as Bole is shouting back towards Dollar Bill. He continues to walk ignoring the last
statement Bole just made.)

>>>

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Bristol, TN...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
Hailing from Brooklyn, NY...
Weighing in at 120 pounds...

Francine

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

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Francine goes for a hair pull, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt whips Francine into the turnbuckle.
Rachel Pitt chops Francine.
A small "Rachel Pitt" chant is being started.
Rachel Pitt chops Francine.
Rachel Pitt punches Francine.
Rachel Pitt whips Francine into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt goes for a huricanrana, but Francine counters it with a piledriver.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Francine uses a bulldog on Rachel Pitt.
Francine is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Francine goes for a bulldog, but Rachel Pitt counters it with a back suplex.
In turn, Francine counters it with a facerake.
Francine takes Rachel Pitt down with a kick to the midsection.
Francine uses a hair pull on Rachel Pitt.
Francine executes a hair pull on Rachel Pitt.
Francine takes Rachel Pitt down with a low blow.
Francine goes for a kick to the midsection, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt goes for neckbreaker, but Francine blocks it.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Rachel Pitt with a kick.
Francine takes Rachel Pitt down with a monkey flip.
Francine takes Rachel Pitt down with a monkey flip.
Francine executes a bulldog on Rachel Pitt.
Francine hits Rachel Pitt with a hair pull.
Francine whips Rachel Pitt into the ropes.
Francine misses with a kick.
Rachel Pitt hits Francine with a clothesline.
Rachel Pitt whips Francine into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt hits Francine with an elbow.
Rachel Pitt goes for a snap suplex, but Francine counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Francine goes for a facerake, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt executes the Kiss of Death on Francine.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Rachel Pitt.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Rachel Pitt!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Wren SilverPhoenix is in out in front of the Erie Civic Center as Bedlam is about to start. Dressed in tight black leather pants and silver tanktop, her hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
Walking through the crowd that remains outside, Wren is carrying a megaphone and large sign which says "WREN RULES THE BMWF". Putting the megaphone to her lips, Wren addresses the crowd.)

Wren: People of Pennsylvania! Who's the greatest superstar ever?

(The crowd is silent as they turn to look and see what Wren SilverPhoenix is spouting off about.)

Wren: Come on people, show some excitement! Say it loud and say it proud! WREN...WREN...WREN...WREN!!!

(Wren starts through the crowd outside yelling her name. After a few moments, the crowd picks up the chant also and the air is soon filled with people chanting Wren's name.)

Wren: Yeah, that's it!

(Wren goes to the front of the crowd and after basking in the sound of her name being chanted for a while, motions for the crowd to settle down.)

Wren: Now, if everyone will quiet down for a minute, I have a few things to say. How many of you have heard of this Rachel Pitt girl?

(The people in the crowd turn and look at one another before shrugging their collective shoulders.)

Wren: That's what I thought. Enough said. Onto something more important, like me and Judge Moody stomping a mudhole in Lenny and Jacklyn J.

(The crowd starts to boo a little although it's hard tell if the boos are for Wren or at the mention of the new Women's Champ.)

Wren: Last Friday, the genetic freak and I taught Lenny and her boyfriend a lesson they won't soon forget and tonight Judge Moody and I are going whip those two within of their lives. So, what is everybody still doing out here? Go buy your tickets and get inside! Hurry! What are you waiting for? Go!

(Wren runs to the rear of the crowd and tries to nudge them through the turnstiles and into the building.)

Wren: Move it people! You don't want to miss my match do you? Get in there!

(...Fade)

(Triple H is walking around backstage looking angry
and carrying his sledge hammer. He rounds a corner and
runs into a Stage Hand.)

Triple H: Hey you!

Stage Hand: Yes?

Triple H: I'm looking for that waste of space Sledge,
you seen him?

Stage Hand: Yeah, he's in his locker room. Your not
going to mash his face again are you?

Triple H: No, I don't plan on mashing his face, but I
do plan on breaking his legs. Excuse me.

(Triple H storms off.)

Stage Hand: (Wipes his head off) That's a load off.
Whew!
>>>

ILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Trenton, NJ...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Raphael

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Yonkers, New York...
Weighing in at 260 pounds...

"The Innovator of Violence" Tommy Screamer


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Raphael begs off.
Tommy Screamer hits Raphael with a punch.
Tommy Screamer punches Raphael.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Tommy Screamer.
Raphael punches Tommy Screamer.
Raphael kicks Tommy Screamer.
A portion of the crowd is booing Raphael.
Raphael kicks Tommy Screamer.
A portion of the crowd is booing Raphael.
Tommy Screamer punches Raphael.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Tommy Screamer.
Raphael chops Tommy Screamer.
Raphael hits a Russian legsweep on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael uses a flying side kick on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael whips Tommy Screamer into the turnbuckle, but Tommy Screamer
reverses it.
Raphael begs off.
Tommy Screamer whips Raphael into the ropes.
Tommy Screamer hits Raphael with a kick.
Tommy Screamer hits Raphael with a splash.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tommy Screamer takes Raphael down with a dropkick.
Tommy Screamer goes for a bodyslam, but Raphael blocks it.
Raphael uses the Reverse DDT on Tommy Screamer.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Raphael runs into the ropes.
Tommy Screamer misses with a clothesline.
Raphael hits Tommy Screamer with a clothesline.
Raphael goes for the Swinging DDT, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer goes for an atomic drop, but Raphael blocks it.
Raphael executes a superkick on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael hits a legsweep on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael executes the Reverse DDT on Tommy Screamer.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Raphael takes out mirror, looks at himself, then holds mirror to crowd and yells
, "Look how ugly you are!".
A portion of the crowd is booing Raphael.
Raphael uses a superkick on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael hits the Reverse DDT on Tommy Screamer.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Raphael executes the Katwalk Kunundrum on Tommy Screamer.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Raphael.
Raphael goes for the pin.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Raphael hits a legsweep on Tommy Screamer.
Raphael goes for the Reverse DDT, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer executes the DDT on Raphael.
A portion of the crowd is booing Tommy Screamer.
Tommy Screamer goes for the pin.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, three.
A portion of the crowd is booing Tommy Screamer.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Tommy Screamer!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A very sleek purple and green Jaguar S type sedan. The car pulls to a stop and Deva Stator walks out the car and opens the door for Lena who has her women's title over her shoulder, outside the first Union center a few fans see the pair and rush over.)

Lena: Be nice there kids.

Deva Stator: Alright, but I am not in a good mood.

(Three kids rush over with program's of tonights show in there hands.)

Boy#1: Lena, hey Lena can we have your autograph.

Boy#2: Me too Lena, can I get mine on your center fold.

Deva Stator: Center fold, what center fold.

Lena: When I won the title, I thought I would do a few pictures for the magazines and what not, for the show, I guess they used one already.

Deva Stator: Hey kid let me see that thing.

Boy#1: NO Deva Stator we don't want your autograph we want Lena, you suck but here look.

(The kid hands over the book for Deva Stator to see, then in an instead Deva Stator shreds the program and snatches the other from the second boy, then rips that into small pieces also.)

Girl: Hahahahahaha shows you guys, just cause he can't wrestle himself out of a wet paper bag don't mean he can't be fast. Now I want Lena autograph too, but this nice one here wanna see this Deva.

Deva Stator: Lena whats the meaning of this, I thought I bought that little black lace thingy for us, not the world, why would you wear that for the shoot, and girl you got to the count of five before I blow my top one two five BEAT IT.

(All three kids run away as Deva makes a very angry face.)

Lena: What did you do that for, those were kids.

Deva Stator: I don't care I am ticked off at that picture you took, with that on, why Lena.

Lena: I wanted to Deva, I won the woman's title and they asked me too, I said sure, being the champion and all.

Deva Stator: No one came to take pictures of me.

Lena: Deva come on you know sex sells and I have lots of sex to sell.

(Lena opens her coat and reveals thats she is wearing a very small right fitting black leather mini skirt and her purple and black Union vest, she runs her hands over her curves and bats her eyes towards Deva Stator.)

Deva Stator: Knock it off Lena. I know you look good, good wait, hell baby you like finger lickin good.

Lena: I look like a piece of fried chicken, thats what your telling me?

Deva Stator: No,no,no Lena not like that it's a metaphor.

Lena: I know you lug, I was just teasing you, now are we going to go in or what, it's freezing here.

Deva Stator: Alright lets go, maybe I should find those kids and get them new program's, or something.

Lena: That might be nice, but lets go I'm freezing.

(Lena places her title over her shoulder once again as her and Deva Stator walk into the building.)

fade...

>>>

(A black Ferrari 550 maranello pulls into the arena's parking garage. The camera zooms in on the driver side door. The door opens and Asylum steps out of the car. The crowd cheers when he steps out.Slim jim walsk over to get an interview.)

Slim: Asylum tongiht you face Chuck Porterhouse a former Hardcore champion and former tag team champion. Some would say you cost him the Hardcore and Him eand Dreadnaught the Tag team belts. I have only one question about that for you. Why?

Asylum: Why did I do it. The hardcore title was nothing personal to him It was personal towards Deva Stator. The tag titles I don't think Chuck should complain about that at all He didn't even ear the title he was handed it to him by Dreadnaught.

Slim: You've also been attacked constantly by Chuck and Headnuter. Do you think you are in any condition to compete tonight?

Asylum: To compete tonigth, I'm not going to bs you JIm. MY body isn't at one hundred percent. Hell I'm lucky if it's at sixty percent. My ribs are brusied, nearly broken. My leg is bothering me to where it is hard to walk upright. I have a migraine that fifteen bottles of advil can't fix. So no, I'm not in any condition to compete but I will. The main reason I owe this people in this arena tonight the match. I was schedualed to be here and I will compete tonight because they are expecting it. Do they expect me to beat Chuck i don't know. The other reason I owe it to Chuck thats right I said Chuck. He and I will settle out our differences tongith in the ring. Wiht all the power and Strength I have I will fight Chuck tonight. And by fight I mean fight. It won't be a tamed wrestling match it will be a blood bath.

Slim: Well Asylum...

Asylum: And one more thing. Tonight Chuck Porterhouse will be committed to the...

Crowd: PSYCH-WARD!

Asylum: Psych-Ward!

FADE.....

(Jacklyne J. is standing by with Michael Bole for an interview.)

Bole: JAcklyne J. tonight you team up with Lena to take on Judge moody and Wren Silverphoenix. What are your thoughts?

JJ: MY thoughts are simple. I am teaming with the women's champion and tongiht we will demolish Wren and Moody in the ring now if you will excuse me. I have to go find Lena so we can talk about our match.

(Jacklyne J. walks off and the camera cuts out.)

>>>

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

At a total combined weight of 278 pounds...

Jacklyne J. and Lena

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 335 pounds...

Wren SilverPhoenix and Judge Moody

(As "I'm Just A Girl" by No Doubt starts to play throughout the Erie Civic Center, Wren SilverPhoenix steps out through the curtain onto the ramp. Dressed in her familiar wrestling attire, Wren stops for only second and then runs down to the ring and slides in.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Wren hits Lena with a hard clothesline
Wren nails Lena with a bellly to back suplex
Wren whips Lena into the ropes
Lena attempts to clothesline Wren on her return but Wren ducks
Lena hits Wren with a flying cross body
Lena drops a fist into Wren's chest
Wren hits Lena with a dragonscrew legwhip
Wren executes a full nelson suplex on Lena
Wren locks on a half crab
Lena makes it to the ropes and breaks the hold
Lena whips Wren SilverPhoenix into the ropes.
Lena hits Wren SilverPhoenix with a kick.
Lena does a sexy dance.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Lena and Jacklyne J. whip Wren SilverPhoenix into the ropes.
They hit Wren SilverPhoenix with a double kick to the midsection.
Lena and Jacklyne J. whip Wren SilverPhoenix into the ropes.
They hit Wren SilverPhoenix with a double elbowsmash.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Lena whips Wren SilverPhoenix into the ropes, but Wren SilverPhoenix
reverses it.
Wren SilverPhoenix hits Lena with a kick.
Wren SilverPhoenix hits an enzuigiri on Lena.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Wren SilverPhoenix.
Lena begs off.
Wren SilverPhoenix hits a legsweep on Lena.
Wren SilverPhoenix executes the Side Kick on Lena.
Wren SilverPhoenix tags out to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody and Wren SilverPhoenix whip Lena into the ropes.
They hit Lena with a double kick to the midsection.
Judge Moody and Wren SilverPhoenix whip Lena into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Lena with a double backdrop, but she counters it with a
double headsmash.
Wren SilverPhoenix leaves the ring.
Lena uses a bodyslam on Judge Moody.
Lena tags out to Jacklyne J..
Lena hits a superkick on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. goes for a sleeperhold, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Lena leaves the ring.
Judge Moody goes for a vertical suplex, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, kickout.
Judge Moody puts Jacklyne J. in ankle lock.
Jacklyne J. reaches the ropes after being trapped for 12 seconds.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Lena.
Lena nails Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Lena throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Lena goes through the ropes.
Lena whips Judge Moody into the guardrail.
Lena goes for the Lena Effect, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Mike Toyota counts: 1.
The Executioner comes from behind, but Lena nails The Executioner.
Judge Moody whips Lena into the guardrail.
Judge Moody goes for a DDT, but Lena counters it with a small package.
Mike Toyota counts: 2.
Lena reenters the ring.
Judge Moody follows her back in.
Lena runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Lena with a clothesline.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Lena blocks it.
Lena chops Judge Moody.
Lena is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Lena hits Judge Moody.
Lena goes for hair throw, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody executes a snap mare on Lena.
Judge Moody kicks Lena.
Judge Moody chops Lena.
Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Lena blocks it.
Lena whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Lena hits a bodyslam on Judge Moody.
Lena uses a DDT on Judge Moody.
Lena is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Lena whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Lena misses with a clothesline.
Judge Moody takes Lena down with a huricanrana.
Judge Moody takes Lena down with an eye gouge.
Judge Moody tags out to Wren SilverPhoenix.
Wren SilverPhoenix hits a dropkick on Lena.
A small "Wren SilverPhoenix" chant is being started.
Wren SilverPhoenix goes for a dropkick, but Lena side-steps and
Wren SilverPhoenix only hits air.
Lena tags out to Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Jacklyne J. and Lena hit Wren SilverPhoenix with a double dropkick.
Jacklyne J. and Lena whip Wren SilverPhoenix into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Wren SilverPhoenix with a double elbowsmash, but she
counters it with a duck-down move.
Wren SilverPhoenix hits them with a double clothesline.
A small "Wren SilverPhoenix" chant is being started.
Lena leaves the ring.
Wren SilverPhoenix executes neckbreaker on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyn J slams Wren to the mat
Wren knees Jacklyn J in the stomach
Wren DDT's Jacklyn J
Wren goes to the top rope
Wren drops her elbow onto Jacklyn J
Jacklyn J hits Wren with a double leg taketown
Jacklyn J attempts a STF
Wren reverses it
Wren Sits atop Jacklyn J and punches repeatedly in the face
Wren SilverPhoenix takes Jacklyne J. down with a snap suplex.
Wren SilverPhoenix uses the Side Kick on Jacklyne J..
Wren SilverPhoenix tags out to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody and Wren SilverPhoenix whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Jacklyne J. with a double kick to the midsection, but she
counters it with a double clothesline.
Wren SilverPhoenix leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a huricanrana.
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody kicks Jacklyne J..
Quite a few boos are audible.
Judge Moody kicks Jacklyne J..
Quite a few boos are audible.
Judge Moody throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
Judge Moody goes through the ropes.
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Jacklyne J. on the concrete floor.
Mike Toyota counts: 1.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Judge Moody throws Jacklyne J. back into the ring.
Judge Moody executes a huricanrana on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Judge Moody executes a dropkick on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a DDT.
Judge Moody uses a DDT on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. misses with an elbow.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a clothesline.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody uses an eye gouge on Jacklyne J..
Wren SilverPhoenix enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody and Wren SilverPhoenix whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Judge Moody and Wren SilverPhoenix hit Jacklyne J. with a double dropkick.
Lena enters the ring and lays out Wren SilverPhoenix.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Lena.
Jacklyne J. and Lena whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double backdrop.
Lena leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. executes a bulldog on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Judge Moody.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here are your winners... Jacklyne J. and Lena!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Triple H is standing outside of Sledge's locker
room.)

Triple H: (To camera) I don't think this cat knows who
he is dealing with, but he is about to play the Game.

(Triple H kicks in the door and storms into the locker
room. Sledge springs to his feet, just in time to get
cracked in the masked face, again, by the hammer!!!
Triple H, drops his sledge hammer, grabs a folding
chair, and opens it up and sits down right on his
throat.)

Triple H: Last week Sledge you tried to tell the GAME
something, but as you can see, I didn't understand
what you were saying due to the fact I BROKE YOUR
JAW!!! Now I want you to listen to me and listen good.
NO WAY IN, you have two options. One, you face me in a
STREET MATCH or I'll make your life REAL SHORT!!! Try
and test me if you don't believe me.

(Triple H leans forward in the chair, adding more
pressure to the neck)

Triple H: Since you can't talk to either confirm or
rebut this match, I expect you to nod yes or no next
week. DON'T MAKE ME COME LOOKING FOR YOU!!!

(Triple H slaps Sledge in the face, grabs his hammer,
and storms out of the locker room.)

>>>

JR: We have some members of Deadly Medley standing by!

(The camera switches view to Bole standing in front of a large BMWF banner. On his left is Chuck Porterhouse. Chuck is in his wrestling gear and a Deadly Medley tank top. He is flexing as he looks into the camera. To the right of Bole is Dreadnaught. Dreadnaught has his "The Most Hated" T-shirt on and the World Title is on his left shoulder. He has a Deadly Medley baseball cap on.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, I wanted to get your reaction to the blockbuster announcement regarding No Way In!

Dreadnaught: You see Bole. I choose the members of Deadly Medley for one reason: because they can hold down their business! I have faith in D-Bill, Numero Uno, and C Porterhouse! But, what kind of men are the Judge and Cash Flo! I didn't ask them to be on my team, and I don't need them! They just better hope they can hold up their end of the bargain, because I ain't losing this World Title to that coward!

Bole: And that takes me to the Masked Fan!

Dreadnaught: We all saw the face of that coward tonight, and it was just like I thought! He is just another ego who thinks he has the skill to knock off the Dread-daddy! But, maybe he should go into the retirement castle and see what Scotty looks like after I wasted him! Pull up the tape of the Bedlam Bowl, and watch me beat Core and Maverick! I am more man that he could ever hope to be! So, when he gets into the cage with the Thug, he will be beaten from pillar to post! I am gonna beat him like he owes me money! Mark Furman has a better chance of speaking at the Million Man March than this clown has of beating me!

Bole: Now Chuck, you and Asylum have traded shots in the last few weeks. Tonight you can get a measure of revenge on him!

Chuck: Tonight, he is going to be dismantled! Asylum cost me two belts Bole. He cost me the Hardcore Title, and he cost me and Dreadnaught the Tag Team Titles! He has committed the highest sin of all, and that is getting in the middle of Deadly Medley business! He had nothing to do with any of it! Tonight, his bank account is empty and I am the repo man! Do you think you can hang with this?

(Chuck flexes his large biceps for the camera.)

Dreadnaught: Asylum, you have declared war on men you don't want to mess with. I have charged Chuck with the mission of teaching you the ultimate lesson!

Chuck: That's right! And when Dread gives me a job, it gets done! I kept the other members of Deadly Medley in my sight on Live, and Asylum, you are my only job tonight! So, I hope you are ready to be shown what the ultimate athlete in the BMWF can do!

(Chuck flexes his chest muscles.)

Dreadnaught: Now, what about my opponent Bole?

Bole: Well, tonight, you face your teammate at No Way In, Cash Flo!

Dreadnaught: That's right! I am going to find out what Cash Flo is made of tonight! I am going to hold back just a little because he will be on my side in a week, but I am going to test this man out! I came to bring the pain! And tonight is no different! I know you hear it Cash! You hear the sound of the Deadly Medley!

(Dreadnaught stares into the camera before he and Chuck walk down the hall.)

>>>

(A silver Cadillac pulls into the back lot of the arena. It comes to a stop. The back door opens and out steps Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde, wearing a shiny silver suit with matching hat. As he steps away from the vehicle, “Mr. Showtime” Vernon Vanderbilt emerges wearing a completely blue ensemble, including paisley gypsy pants with a flowing silk shirt, heeled boots, and a trench coat and Three Musketeers-style hat.)

Beauregarde: My boy, this is gonna be a grand night indeed!

Vanderbilt: Sure is, Mr. Beauregarde. Tonight I lay a fabulicious beating on Dozer Phillips. I’m going to take the next step on the road to the title of…Champion of Television!

Beauregarde: And you’d best believe that Dozer Philllips sure won’t stand in your way.

Vanderbilt: It’s going to be the next great show of many more to come. Tonight, the crowd will have no reason to boo me. Tonight…I shall be…a hero!

Beauregarde: You bet your bottom dollar, son! The folks here in Philly will be unable to resist!

Vanderbilt: They will give me something I have never received from an audience…Love. (He wipes his eye.) It’s all I’ve ever wanted. (His lower lip trembles slightly.) And I shall give them the greatest show this town has ever seen.

Beauregarde: Now, don’t get all worked up again. You know what happened last time.

Vanderbilt: (composing himself) I know. Let’s just hurry and get in. I’m so anxious to get into my outfit. It’s going to look spectacular. Truck! Get my bags!

(Truck nods and heads to the trunk.)

Vanderbilt: I cannot wait. This will be awesome!

(They head into the arena with Truck following behind with Vanderbilt’s suitcases and three large garment bags.)

(Dozer Phillips is seen making his way back towards the bWo luxury suite as he is suddenly face to face with Big Poppa Pump who blocks Dozer's way from getting in. Both men stare each other down before Dozer finally speaks to him...)

Dozer:Something on your mind Mr. Genetic freak or are you here to change the toilet paper?

BPP:Very funny coming from a guy who got screwed by a 110 pound whistle blowin' loser on Live! How did you like that?

Dozer:I didn't find it funny. Especially coming from a punk @$$ like you Scott. What the hell do you want with the bWo anyways?

BPP:Well, I figured since Lowedown wasn't around I thought I would see if Flame would like to take a ride on Einsteiner's Peak? The best ride in the building!

Dozer:Well, from what I hear from some of your freaks...it's a short ride and kind of...quick.

BPP:Who writes the bullbleep you're spewing here? You suck at insults Dozer! Now, just point me in the direction of your soon to be ex-sister in law.

(Einsteiner tries to step past the frame of Dozer, but Dozer blocks his path and gets right in his way. Dozer looks down at Einsteiner before speaking to him again...)

Dozer:Look here Pump! I don't know what kind of game you're playing here with my brother, but if you even touch a hair on her head...this brother in law won't hesitate on kicking your genetic @$$ all over this arena! Do you hear me or do I need to HOLLA it to ya?

BPP:You even suck at trying to steal my catchphrase! You tell your sorry brother that if he doesn't satisfy his wife like I know I can, I'll be having to take her satisfaction into my own capable hands.

Dozer:I got a better idea Pump. Why don't you tell him yourself?

(Einsteiner smiles as he suddenly turns around and is face to face with Lowedown. Flame stand behind him as Einsteiner tries to get a look at Flame. Lowedown moves to copy Einsteiner's body and then pulls off his sunglasses and tilts his head...)

Lowedown:Didn't the last match we have straighten you up Pump? Remember that junkyard street fight a while back? You know the cars parked in a circle to form a ring so no one could get in and it was only us?

BPP:Yeah I remember that.

Lowedown:And you remember who won that match when someone drove a certain someone through the roof of a hearse?

BPP:I know who won that match Lowedown! That was then and this is now and the Big Bad Booty Daddy is coming after your wife! How do you like that?

Lowedown:You can say whatever you like partner because I know who she will be with when the night is over with. She's not your type Pump. She has a brain and no implants. You can jabber all day long about what you want, but as the song goes..."I don't care how much they stare cuz she's going home with me." Now if you have a problem with that? We can always discuss it right now if you want.

BPP:What? You and your brother think you got what it takes to take me down? You want to test the man?

(Suddenly,Kurt Dangle comes out from the bWo suite and looks over at the two brothers and Flame standing in front of Big Poppa Pump. Kurt walks over and stands behind Einsteiner...)

Kurt:Hey guys! What's going on? I heard all this commotion out here and was curious.

Lowedown:Everything's cool Kurt. Scott here was just leaving. Weren't you...Scott?

Dozer:Yeah Kurt. Weren't you...Pump?

(Dozer gives Einsteiner a small shove and he glares over at both brothers and then blows a kiss towards Flame. Flame looks disgusted as she turns away. Einsteiner presses his sunglasses up and shrugs his shoulders before walking away. Kurt looks towards both Lowedown and Dozer and smiles...)

Kurt:What was that all about guys? Pump's got a crush on Flame or something?

Lowedown:He'll have to stand in line with the rest of the jealous people.

Kurt:I know I'd be jealous if someone was staring at my gold medals all the time! Oh it's true! It's d@mn true!

Dozer:Hey Kurt? You don't sleep with those medals do ya?

Kurt:Um...yeah.

Dozer:Well, at least they don't snore or want you to make you breakfast for them in the morning.

fade...

>>>

(The scene opens on the parking lot area of the First
Union Center in Philadelphia. The lot has few free
spaces; most are taken up by limousines, rent-a-cars
and production trucks. The camera pans across these
vehicles and, as it does, notices another car arrive
in the garage. A black Ford Mustang SVT Cobra Coupe
rolls into the lot, and proceeds to one of the empty
spaces nearest to the entrance door to the arena. As
it pulls into the space, the engine dies down and the
lights are switched off. The driver's door opens and
out steps The Headhunter, dressed in a large duffel
coat. He shuts the door and opens the trunk, taking
out a large bag, and then closes it.)

HEADHUNTER (to himself): Man it's cold!

(He heads towards the arena door. On the way he stops
at the front of a car and looks down at the licence
plate. The camera zooms in on the novelty plate which
reads 'ASYLUM#1'. The Headhunter smirks to himself. He
reaches into his bag and pulls out a Swiss Army Knife.
He flicks the knife blade open, then drops to his
knees beside the driver's door. Taking one last look
around, he stabs the knife into the tyre and pulls it
down towards the floor. The sound of air escaping
fills the parking lot as he pulls the knife out and
moves towards the rear tyre. He pushes the knife into
that tyre and rips away at it, before making his way
to the other two tyres and doing the same. He starts
to laugh to himself as he moves towards the front of
the car. He leans over the hood and starts to carve
something into the paintwork. The view is obscured by
the frame of The Headhunter, but the noise can be
heard. After a while he moves aside, views his work,
laughs and walks away towards the arena door.

HEADHUNTER: See you soon Asylum!

(The camera moves in to look at what has been engraved
in the metallic paint. Scratched in large letters is
the message 'NO WAY IN COMING SOON!!!')

FADE 

>>>

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Detroit, Michigan...
Weighing in at 265 pounds...

"Big Poppa Pump" Scott Einsteiner

(For Big Poppa Pump vs Triple H)

(Before the match...)

(Suddenly, a large strobelight begin to flicker over the Bruisertron as the police siren blares over the speakers. A large figure makes his way out of the entrance way...)

PA:HOLLA...IF YA HEAR ME!

(Big Poppa Pump makes his way towards the ring as he looks up to see Savio Garcia waiting for him in the ring. Einsteiner steps in the ring and climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and flexes his massive arms to the crowd. As he looks down, he sees Lily Garcia looking at him and he blows her a kiss just before taking the microphone away from her...)

JR:Einsteiner is nothing but a big bully!

King:You go tell him that!

BPP:Now, all my freaks here know that Flame is nothing but a hoochie wanting to be taken to Nirvana, but her husband is holding her back! I know she wants to be one of my personal superfreaks and even her man knows it! I can't help being the man with the largest arms in the world and the master of satisfaction! But don't worry Kathryn because the Big Bad Booty Daddy will soon take you to places your man has never taken you and have you screaming BOOM SHAKA LAKA all night long!

(The crowd continues to boo Einsteiner as he shrugs his shoulders for a moment...)

BPP:So this goes to all my freaks out there! BIG POPPA PUMP IS YOUR HOOK UP! HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME!

JR:Einsteiner is really testing Lowedown here tonight by trying to hit on his wife!

King:These two have a history of brutal matches and they've never liked each other since day one!

LILLY: His opponent...
From Greewich, Connecticut...
Weighing in at 279 pounds...

Triple H

(The lights dim as the BrusierTron flickers to life
with a countdown. 5.4.3.2.when it reaches one, a huge
explosion rocks the stage and " Disposable Teen," by
Marilyn Manson blast over the PA. Stepping out onto
the stage is non other than Triple H. He stands there,
holding a bottle of water. He empties it on his
lowered head and takes a big drink of it as he marches
down to ringside. He stands on the side and stands
there a moment, letting the music play and the fans go
crazy. A moment later, with a single beam of white
light shinning on him as he spits on the fans in
attendance.)

(Triple H climbs into the ring and climbs a nearby
turnbuckle. He points at the time keeper, he tosses
him a microphone.)

Triple H: Tonight, I may have been busy with Sledge,
but I haven't forgot about my match tonight with that
GENETIC MONKEY Poppa Lump. This guy walks around here
like he's something special, like he's the only
wrestler here with MUSCLES! Like he's the only
wrestler with freaks! Do you think that the GAME can't
get played?

(Crowd burst into laughter)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Triple H executes a bodyslam on Scott Einsteiner.
Scott Einsteiner begs off.
Triple H takes Scott Einsteiner down with a kneedrop.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Triple H.
Triple H is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Triple H executes a powerslam on Scott Einsteiner.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Triple H hits a side suplex on Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H executes a bodyslam on Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H nails Scott Einsteiner with a kneedrop.
Scott Einsteiner begs off.
Triple H takes Scott Einsteiner down with a roundhouse right.
Triple H throws Scott Einsteiner out of the ring.
Triple H goes through the ropes.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Triple H goes for a vertical suplex, but Scott Einsteiner blocks it.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Scott Einsteiner whips Triple H into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Scott Einsteiner whips Triple H into the guardrail.
Scott Einsteiner executes a punch on Triple H.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Triple H is busted wide open.
Scott Einsteiner reenters the ring.
Triple H follows him back in.
Scott Einsteiner attempts to place Triple H on the turnbuckle, but Triple H
blocks it.
Scott Einsteiner nails Triple H with a belly-to-back suplex.
Scott Einsteiner takes Triple H down with a tilt-a-whirl powerslam.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Scott Einsteiner.
Scott Einsteiner goes for a side suplex, but Triple H blocks it.
Triple H almost takes Scott Einsteiner's head off with a clothesline
Triple H almost takes Scott Einsteiner's head off with a clothesline
Triple H is bleeding like hell.
Triple H goes for a hiptoss, but Scott Einsteiner blocks it.
Scott Einsteiner punches Triple H.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Scott Einsteiner
and a few others cheering him.
Scott Einsteiner chops Triple H.
A few fans are booing Scott Einsteiner, while a few others are cheering him.
Triple H kicks Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H punches Scott Einsteiner.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Triple H.
Scott Einsteiner begs off.
Triple H goes for a kick to the midsection, but Scott Einsteiner blocks it.
Scott Einsteiner punches Triple H.
Triple H punches Scott Einsteiner.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Triple H.
Scott Einsteiner punches Triple H.
A few fans are booing Scott Einsteiner, while a few others are cheering him.
Scott Einsteiner kicks Triple H.
Scott Einsteiner kicks Triple H.
Scott Einsteiner goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Triple H blocks it.
Triple H hits Scott Einsteiner.
Scott Einsteiner hits Triple H.
Scott Einsteiner goes for a thumb to the eye, but Triple H blocks it.
Triple H whips Scott Einsteiner into the turnbuckle, but Scott Einsteiner
reverses it.
Triple H comes back and rocks Scott Einsteiner with a clothesline.
Scott Einsteiner begs off.
Triple H nails Scott Einsteiner with a headlock takedown.
Triple H hits a hiptoss on Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H executes a fistdrop on Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H almost takes Scott Einsteiner's head off with a clothesline
Scott Einsteiner begs off.
Triple H executes a forearm smash on Scott Einsteiner.
Triple H nails Scott Einsteiner with a forearm smash.
Triple H smacks Scott Einsteiner with a devastating clothesline .
Triple H whips Scott Einsteiner into the ropes, but Scott Einsteiner
reverses it.
Scott Einsteiner hits Triple H with a kick.
Scott Einsteiner hits Triple H with a back suplex.
Scott Einsteiner goes for a snap mare, but Triple H blocks it.
Triple H nails Scott Einsteiner with a kneelift.
Triple H takes Scott Einsteiner down with a kick to the midsection.
Scott Einsteiner uses a gutwrench suplex on Triple H.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Scott Einsteiner places Triple H on the turnbuckle.
Scott Einsteiner hits Triple H with a double underhook superplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Scott Einsteiner runs into the ropes.
Scott Einsteiner hits Triple H with a shoulderblock.
Scott Einsteiner hoists Triple H high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Triple H crashing hard to the mat.
A few fans are booing Scott Einsteiner, while a few others are cheering him.

(The crowd begins to boo Big Poppa Pump as he watches Triple H standing in the ring. Pump catches his hand and bring Triple H to his knees. Pump then nails Triple H with a hard right hand of his own that sends him to the mat. Pump then shakes his arm out just before kissing his massive bicep and driving down on the chest of Triple H' . Pump then rolls over and starts doing push-ups right next to Triple H's body...)

JR:That' Einsteiner's ego coming out to play!

King:As long as they stay in the ring then I'm fine with it!

JR:Einsteiner whips Triple H into the ropes and drives him down with a vicious spinebuster to the mat! Einsteiner is looking around as he gives the signal for the Einsteiner Recliner and now he's got Triple H locked in and he's really leaning back on this!

King:Is Triple H's neck supposed to bend like that?

(The referee looks over Triple H to see if he is still conscious. The referee checks the arm of Triple and it falls to the ground. The referee checks it once again and it drops like a stone. After making sure the finisher isn't a choke hold, the referee check him one last time and the arm hits the ropes...)

(Einsteiner picks up Triple H for a powerbomb, but then places him upside down on his shoulder in a modified backbreaker. Einsteiner spins around a few times before ramming Triple H right into the top turnbuckle. The fans see Triple H writhing in pain on Einsteiner suddenly grabs the hair of Triple H and drives repeated fists into Triple H's head. Einsteiner finally releases Triple H and then stands over Triple H before applying the Einsterner Recliner.)

JR:Triple H is locked in the Einsteiner Recliner and he's pulling back on the neck of Triple H with those massive arms!

KING: Triple H reaches the ropes.

JR: Einsteiner released the hold!

KING: Triple H has that sledgehammer!

JR: Triple H nails Einsteiner with the sledgehammer.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner by DQ... Scott Einsteiner!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The One is seen lacing up his boots. He is wearing his purple "#1" trunks
and his "Deadly Medley's #1 Hit!" black t-shirt. Lady Leah is seen in the
back trying different t-shirts on.)

Lady Leah: Which one baby?

(The One turns to see a "#1" shirt and a "Deadly Medley" Shirt. Lady Leah
wears a black bra.)

The One: Neither.

(Lady Leah gets a smile on her face and tosses the shirts aside.)

Lady Leah: I can't wait until you win that TV gold baby. I know you hate
the fact that you have to face Dollar Bill but your first championship is
only a heartbeat away.

The One: Don't worry about Dollar Bill, I mean I feel sorry for him. He is
facing all six foot six of the one! And tonight the MAIN MAMA-JAMA will
advance in the tournament and I will win the TV Championship. Get it...Got
it...GOOD.

(The One heads off as Lady Leah gets a smile over her face.)

Lady Leah: "Oh, I got it."

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with Cash Flo and
Logo.)

Bole: Tonight, Cash, you get a chance to wrestle Heavy
weight champion Dreadnaught.

Cash Flo: That's right Bole, tonight I get my Million
Dollar hands on that Thuggy Bear punk @$$ paper
champion! I can't wait Bole, to show the world that
not only I can beat that loser champion and then, the
man I get to face on Live, Lowedown! Tonight, Bole,
it's going down.a new champion will be crowned.

Logo: Uh, it's non title.

Cash Flo: What?

Logo: Yeah, it's a non title match.

Cash Flo: (To Bole) Is she kidding? Please, Bole, tell
me this is some horrible joke.

Bole: She's right Cash Flo. It's non title.

Cash Flo: You mean I have to go into that ring and get
my @$$ pounded down to a bloody stump by that Thuggy
Bear for nothing?

Bole: Uh, that's right.

Cash Flo: Damn. I don't know what will make this night
any worse.

(Judge walks up to them.)

Judge: I want to talk to you when your free.

(Judge walks off)

Cash Flo: I stand corrected.

Bole: Is there anything else you wanted to say, Cash?

Cash Flo: Just one to Dreadnaught. (To camera) Please
don't kick my @$$.

>>>

(The fans cheer as Coldberg is seen in his locker room getting ready for his match. Suddenly, into the room walks his partner for the PPV, none other than Hollywood Hulkster who is wearing the red and yellow. Coldberg stands up straight and stares nose to nose with Hollywood. After a few seconds, Hollywood backs away.)

HOLLYWOOD: Take it easy, brother. We're on the same side here.

COLDBERG: You're bWo! I'm not.

HOLLYWOOD: Well, let me tell you something, brother. I'm not bWo any longer. I don't need them. I am the greatest wrestler there ever was, brother!

COLDBERG: Yeah? Now, you're old and washed up! Why don't you call it quits while your still on top.

(Hollywood looks a little angry, then dejected.)

HOLLYWOOD: You know something, brother? You may be right. Maybe I should hang up my boots, but not before I kick Crock Lesner's @$$!!

COLDBERG: You can have what's left after I'm through!

HOLLYWOOD: Oooh, whatcha gonna do, Crock Lesner, when the Jackhammer and the 24 inch pythons run wild on you, brother? GRRRR!

COLDBERG: YARRRRR!

JR: It's Coldberg vs. Executioner, next!!

(Michael Bole is in the back, standing outside a locker room with a large shiny silver star taped to the door.)

Bole: I’m here outside the locker room of “Mr. Showtime” Vernon Vanderbilt, hoping to get a word with him about his plans for this evening’s match with Dozer Phillips.

(He knocks on the door.)

Beauregarde: (from inside) Who is it?

Bole: It’s Michael Bole, Mr. Beauregarde. Could we have a few moments?

Beauregarde: (from inside) Hang on a second!

(The door opens and Truck steps outside, closing it behind him.)

Truck: Boss said for you to talk to me.

Bole: Um…ok then. “Mr. Showtime” is facing Dozer Phillips tonight. What are your thoughts?

Truck: I reckon he’s gon’ win again. He seems to do a lot of that.

Bole: Uh…who do you think Vanderbilt will face in the next round?

Truck: Probably the one that wins the other match, I guess. Hardcore Harold or Mr. Sledge.

Bole: Uhhhh…exactly what are they doing in there?

Truck: Boss says that’s a big secret, Mr. Bole. You’ll just have to wait.

Bole: And they can’t talk t me at all?

Truck: No, sir, I’m afraid not. They’re awfully busy in there right now.

Bole: Well, there you have it…I guess. Back to you JR.

>>>

JR: Right now we are going to cut to an interview
conducted by Slim Jim Sullivan this afternoon with The
Headhunter at a local restaurant here in Philadelphia.

(The scene opens outside a Diner. Snow covers the
sidewalks outside and cars struggle to drive down the
road. The scene switches inside with Slim Jim Sullivan
walking around the restaurant. He makes his way over
to a booth at the far side of the restaurant where The
Headhunter is sitting. The Headhunter notices the
arrival of Slim Jim and stands up.)

HEADHUNTER: Hey Slim.

SLIM JIM: Good to see you Headhunter.

(The two shake hands. The Headhunter gestures for Slim
to sit down, and he obliges.)

SLIM: Well Headhunter, you seem to have a lot on your
plate at the minute, would you care to discuss it?

HEADHUNTER (looking down): Well this is a cheeseburger
with barbeque sauce and these are fries.

SLIM: Ha, ha, very funny!

HEADHUNTER: You want me to talk about the stuff that's
going on with me.

SLIM: That would be nice please.

HEADHUNTER: I guess I ought to start with Asylum then,
huh?

SLIM: Yeah, why not. You've been giving Asylum lots of
grief over these past few weeks, fill us in on that.

HEADHUNTER: Well, as you know Slim, Asylum was the guy
who attacked me wearing a mask of my face. This guy
caused me nothing but grief in a time where I needed
my attention directed on one goal. So once I found out
who he was, I knew that I would put the guy through
hell. That hell happens to be the Asylum Pay-Back
Programme, and so far it's been a one-hundred per cent
success.

SLIM: When will these attacks stop?

HEADHUNTER: After the next pay-per-view. I challenged
him to a match when I un-masked him, and that will be
the conclusion, the final chapter of the programme.

(A waitress approaches the table carrying a coffee
pot.)

WAITRESS: More coffee sir?

HEADHUNTER: Cheers darlin'!

(She fills up a mug sat on the table in front of The
Headhunter, then turns to Slim Jim.)

WAITRESS: Anything for you hun?

SLIM: Do you recommend anything Headhunter?

HEADHUNTER: Well the burgers are good, but if you've
got a sweet tooth, I recommend the pie!

(The waitress giggles to herself as The Headhunter
shots her a sly wink.)

SLIM: I'll have a jumbo sized serving of pie then
please!

(The waitress giggling stops and she stares at Slim.)

WAITRESS: What?

SLIM: Apple pie please, double serving!

WAITRESS: Oh!

(She walks away.)

HEADHUNTER: You are an idiot Sullivan!

SLIM: What? Forget it! Where were we? Oh yeah the
match for No Way In was accepted by Asylum on Live.

HEADHUNTER: Yeah, he finally had the guts to step up
and face me one-on-one. It must have taken the guy a
while to make that sort of decision. I think maybe my
actions over the past few will have influenced his
decision. No Way In is the time when the issue will be
put to rest, along with the fallen body of Asylum.

SLIM: Where do you see yourself after the Asylum issue
is over?

HEADHUNTER: Well, at the minute I'm trying to find out
who sold me out to the mob. Once I discover who that
guy was, then Hell will be brought to Earth to
surround that person and devour him.

SLIM: The video tape you showed the world on Live did
provide some interesting information. Has it furthered
your investigation in any way?

HEADHUNTER: Well, it showed me that I'd been right all
along about that BLEEP Michelle all along. She screwed
me over big time Slim, and on day her mistake will
catch up with her. As for who she was talking to, I
don't think I'm any closer to be honest. All I know is
he has been seen with him in the past. I'm currently
working on a lead with some evidence hopefully.

SLIM: Care to elaborate on that?

HEADHUNTER: Well, being completely honest here Slim,
I'm not here to be interviewed by you. I was told to
come here by this guy who called me on my cell-phone.
He said that I would receive a package from a Fed-Ex
driver, and that package would contain vital
information for my hunt.

SLIM: Any idea what time the driver will arrive?

HEADHUNTER: He said about this time. I think I'm being
made to wait on purpose.

SLIM: Do you know who the informant is? Are they a
part of the BMWF?

HEADHUNTER: Whoever it was had on of those voice-box
things over their mouth, they obviously didn't want to
identify themselves to me. One day, when I've got this
guy out of the way, I may be able to thank them.

(Suddenly a man walks up to the table. He is carrying
a small package but is not dressed in any uniform.)

MAN: Excuse me, you're The Headhunter right?

HEADHUNTER: Yeah, that's me!

MAN: I got this package for you.

HEADHUNTER: I thought the guy was going to be from
Fed-Ex.

MAN: They gave it to me instead.

HEADHUNTER: Oh, give it here then.

(The man passes the package to The Headhunter and
walks briskly away. The Headhunter unwraps the package
and pulls out a videotape.)

HEADHUNTER: Another tape huh? He we go. Slim, if
you'll excuse me, I ought to be heading to the gym for
one last workout before tonight. Wanna come?

SLIM: No, I'm gonna have some pie first.

HEADHUNTER: Well you enjoy yourself, and remember to
get right inside where the good stuff is.

SLIM: That is the best part isn't it!

HEADHUNTER: You betcha.

(The Headhunter stands, throws a twenty on the table,
picks up the tape and walks out of the restaurant. The
waitress approaches the table and puts a huge piece of
apple pie in front of Slim Jim.)

WAITRESS: Enjoy!

SLIM: Thank you ma'am, your pie looks great!

(He starts to tuck into the pie. After a few moments a
man in a Fed-Ex uniform walks up to the table.)

FED-EX GUY: Excuse me sir, do you know which guy in
here is The Headhunter?

SLIM: I'm afraid he just left. I work with him, can I
help you at all?

FED-EX GUY: Well I was supposed to deliver him this in
this restaurant at this time, but he isn't here.

SLIM: Wait a minute, you have a package for The
Headhunter?

FED-EX GUY: Yeah.

SLIM: Then who was that guy who was just in here?

FED-EX GUY: What guy?

SLIM: Oh it doesn't matter. Can I sign for the package
and give it him later?

FED-EX GUY: Yeah, but make sure you do, I nearly got
fired for that last time.

SLIM: Don't worry son.

(The delivery man gives him the package and then walks
away. Slim puts it down on the table and finishes the
pie.)

FADE

(The scene fades up on JR and the King, back live at
the First Union Center.)

KING: That Slim Jim is so greedy, a double serving of
pie, he should learn to share the old dinosaur. I like
pie too ya know.

JR: Oh I think we all know that King. Hey, who do you
think the other guy was, and what was on the tape.

KING: Well I don't know about that JR, but I think
Slim ought to tell him soon.

FADE

>>>

(Coldberg

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Tulsa, Oklahoma...
Weighing in at 285 pounds...

"The Man" Coldburg

(Coldberg's theme begins. There is a pause as the music plays. Then, Coldberg walks through the curtains. He stops at the end of the stage and pyro sparks all around him. After a moment, he walks out of the pyro unharmed and looking fierce. He growls and slaps himself as he heads to the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Brooklyn, NY...
Weighing in at 380 pounds...

The Executioner


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Coldburg smacks The Executioner with a devastating clothesline .
Coldburg yells, "ARRRRRRGGGG!!" The crowd is chanting, "Coldberg! Coldberg!".
A small "Coldburg" chant is being started.
Coldburg runs into the ropes.
The Executioner misses with a clothesline.
The Executioner smacks Coldburg with a devastating clothesline .
The Executioner runs into the ropes.
Coldburg hits The Executioner with a kick.
Coldburg runs into the ropes.
Coldburg hits The Executioner with a shoulderblock.
Coldburg nails The Executioner with a savate kick.
The Executioner takes Coldburg down with a bodyslam.
The Executioner executes a falling splash on Coldburg.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Executioner uses a bodyslam on Coldburg.
The Executioner goes for a bodyslam, but Coldburg counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Executioner goes for a clothesline, but Coldburg counters it with
a Gorilla Press.
Coldburg goes for a savate kick, but The Executioner ducks out of the way.
The Executioner goes for a clothesline, but Coldburg ducks out of the way.
Coldburg whips The Executioner into the ropes.
Coldburg hits a spinebuster slam on The Executioner.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Coldburg goes for a forearm smash, but The Executioner blocks it.
The Executioner goes for a Samoan Drop, but Coldburg counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Coldburg uses a spinebuster slam on The Executioner.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Coldburg takes The Executioner down with a punch.
Coldburg goes for a spinebuster slam, but The Executioner counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
Quite a few boos are audible.
In turn, Coldburg counters it with a side suplex.
A small "Coldburg" chant is being started.
Coldburg whips The Executioner into the ropes, but The Executioner reverses it.
Coldburg hits The Executioner with a clothesline.
Coldburg whips The Executioner into the ropes, but The Executioner reverses it.
Coldburg almost takes The Executioner's head off with a clothesline
Coldburg is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Coldburg executes the Jackhammer on The Executioner.
The crowd is starting to get behind Coldburg.
Coldburg goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Coldburg.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Coldburg!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Backstage The One and Lady Leah stands by with Couch. Couch is stairing at
Lady Leah's chest.)

Couch: "I was wondering...I was..."

The One: You were wondering if they were real?

Couch: WHAT?

The One: Let me tell you that my muscles are one hundred percent real. I
don't use steriods.

Couch: Okay.

The One: Now I have a match I need to go win. So if you don't mind.

(The One and Lady Leah exit as Couch just watches Leah go.)

>>>

(Cash Flo is standing outside a locker room with
Logo.)

Logo: Come on, Cash, it's not that bad.

Cash Flo: But it is.

Logo: Why is it?

Cash Flo: BECAUSE IT'S PUDGE!!!

Logo: Calm down, babe. It's all good.

Cash Flo: I refuse to believe how interacting with the
biggest loser in this federation, meanwhile wasting my
Flo-tastic time, is at all good.

Logo: Well, just go in there and see what it wants.

Cash Flo: Probably sex.

Logo: That's stupid. Let's go (she knocks).

(A minute later the door opens to show Women's
champion Judge Moody.)

Judge Moody: The cafeteria is down the hall.

Logo: Ha-Ha. We're here to see Judge.

Judge Moody: Oh. Well then I suggest for you to come
in.

(Judge Moody opens the door and in enters Cash and
Logo. The locker room is nice and furnished and filled
with Judge and Executioner.)

Judge: Good, you're here. Have a seat.

(Cash Flo and Logo sit down on the couch, Logo of
course sitting next to Executioner.)

Judge: When I said have a seat, Cash, I was talking to
Logo.

Cash Flo: (Sighs) Why don't you get to the point. What
the hell do you want? Let me guess, you want Cash Flo
to help you in your match tonight?

Judge: No. I wanted to talk to you about our tag team.

Cash Flo: What? This joke without a punch line. This
team that I got to carry?

Judge: When your finished talking about how great you
are, let me know.

Cash Flo: Okay, I'm done. What do you want?

Judge: I wanted to see if anyone has got with you
about our tag team rumble?

Cash Flo: You mean that idea of yours that resulted in
everyone laughing at you. That idea that has resulted
in that stupid @$$ loser, DEVA BITER, to be able to
laugh at you not once, but twice! Oh, let's.let's
discuss this bust.

Judge: Bust?

Cash Flo: Yeah, if you want to know if anyone has
signed up on my end, the answer is a BIG FAT NO.
Anything else?

Judge: Not really.

Cash Flo: Does that mean I can go?

Judge: Sure. Unless there was something you wanted to
say to me about our team?

Cash Flo: Just that I hope you don't fumble this up
for me.

Judge: For you?

Cash Flo: What, are you implying that you actually did
something to win these belts?

Judge: I'd like to think so.

Cash Flo: Well let me give you a reality check, I WON
THESE. I DID ALL THE WORK TO GET THESE BELTS and it
will probably be me winning all our matches to KEEP
THEM. Now, if you don't mind, I want to go to a locker
room that doesn't reek of justice but cold hearted
cash.

Judge: What?

Cash Flo: (Getting up) I don't know and I'm not going
to pretend like I know either. Come Logo, let's go.

(Logo and Cash leave the BMWF'S law department looking
confused.)

(The scene switches to the entrance stage. 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 center 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. The Headhunter appears in the entranceway and
begins to walk towards the ring.)

LILLY GARCIA: Ladies and gentleman please
welcome...THE HEADHUNTER!!

(He reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope.
He stands in the center of the ring, raises his hand
to his neck and cuts across his throat with his thumb
in the traditional cut throat manner. As his thumb
reaches the far side of his throat, a pyro rocket
shoots from the lighting rig towards the top of the
ramp. As it hits the whole of the front of the stage
erupts in pyro flames. The flames and music die out as
The Headhunter takes a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

HEADHUNTER: Tonight I'm supposed to have a match with
Bob 'Box' Bartlestein. The Boxman. The slimy little
rat that has a problem with this federation, and the
man who apparently has quit. Oh boy does this bring
back memories. I remember just a couple of short
months ago when my former Team Destruction team mate
Sick-n-Nasty..

(The crowd boo extremely loudly.)

HEADHUNTER:.....The Sickman who walked out and hit
vicious parting shots at everyone here. Well history
has repeated itself one more time, this time with the
Box. Some guys go out with great honor and dignity and
will be remembered for the good times they brought to
this organization, like Reno Fontayne..

(The crowd roars with a massive cheer, and large
'wooooooooo' chants begin.)

HEADHUNTER: and Scotty Scott!

(The crowd pops big time, the roof nearly comes off
the building.)
 
HEADHUNTER: Two guys who left this federation with a
great amount of respect. But some people can't just
quit this place on a high note can they? These two
guys, Sicko and Boxman, have to make themselves look
like complete tits when they leave. Well, with the
last guy I had the privilege of kicking his BLEEP out
of the door. I beat Sick-n-Nasty to high hell then
swept up the mess and through it in the trash where it
belonged. Tonight, hopefully, Bob Bartlestein will
turn up, and I can give him a parting shot..with
these!

(He lifts his hand up showing a menacing set of Brass
Knux on his knuckles. The crowd cheers at this point.)

HEADHUNTER: But if not, I hope that Mr. Bishoff sends
some other punk out here for me dispose of. This place
has no room for guys with no respect, no patience, and
no testicles!

(The crowd pops.)

HEADHUNTER: So whatever has been planned for me
tonight, get your BLEEP out here right now, or do I
just get the night off?

(Suddenly, "Here Comes the Pain" plays. The crowd roars in anticipation.)

JR: Oh, no! I can't believe this! What has Headhunter done to deserve this?

KING: YAHHH! LOOK!

LILLY: His opponent...

Accompanied by his manager, Paul E. Stinkerly

Crock Geeko!!

KING: HA HA HA!

JR: What in the world?

(Suddenly, the man-moron Crock Geeko comes to the stage. He flexes his neck, but hurts it and has to have Stinkerly get the crick out. Crock then jumps side-to-side..and almost falls off the stage. He then heads determinedly to the ring..looking more like Crash Holiday than crock Lesner. Once Crock reaches the ring, he tries to jump onto the apron, but busts his kneecaps on the side if the ring. He then enters the ring the normal way. Paul E. Stinkerly climbs the ring steps, then bends over to enter the ring giving one side of the arena and cuts the cheese. An evil-faced Crock flexes and jumps some more.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Headhunter executes a sidewalk slam on Little Geeko.
The Headhunter goes for a piledriver, but Little Geeko blocks it.
Little Geeko executes a facebite on The Headhunter.
The Headhunter hoists Little Geeko high into the air with a vertical suplex,
then sends Little Geeko crashing hard to the mat.
The Headhunter goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Little Geeko
counters it with a punch.
Little Geeko hits a facebite on The Headhunter.
Little Geeko goes for a kick to the midsection, but The Headhunter blocks it.
The Headhunter executes the Targetbuster on Little Geeko.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The Headhunter is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... The Headhunter!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens with Asylum sitting in his locker room watching tha attack from Chuck on live.)

Asylum:Last week Chuck attacked me the live before that he attacked me. Headhunter's been attacking me since our match on bedlam a few weeks ago when I was unmasked. Tonight I face Chuck in the center of that very ring. One on One. No more sneak attacks or interfering in each other's matches tonight Chuck and I will finish our problems in the ring. Now it's time to to take care of buisness.

(Asylum picks up a steel chair and walks out of his locker room. The camera cuts out.)

(A camera shows the entrence door of the arena. The door then opens and in walks RVD, Core, and Paul Hayman. RVD is wearing a red shirt with writing saying "That Dam Good" in black and a pair of jeans. Core is wearing a black shirt with writing saying "Have You Been Taken To The Core" t-shirt and a black pair of jogging pants with a two white stripes going down the side along with the Hardcore title over his shoulder. Paul Hayman is wearing a black suit with matching pants with a white undershirt and a tie and a black Yankees' baseball hat. Michael Bole is waiting for them in the lobby.)

Bole: Guys, can I get a word with you?

Core: I don't see why not. What do you want from me to take my time?

Bole: Well, my first question is for RVD actually. RVD, tonight you step in the ring with Tamer in the TV title tournament. Do you expect to get one step closer to winning?

RVD: Of course I think, no wait, I know that I will win the match against Tamer tonight. First, I don't know who Tamer is, but he will not come even close to beating the "Whole F'N Show" because this is the tournament that I expect to win. I think that Tamer will be the loser tonight because nobody is as good as the RVD, because I am "That Dam Good."

Bole: Well, the true favorites in the tournament are Dozer Phillips, Hardcore Harry, and you. What do you plan to do if you face either Dozer Phillips or fellow Union member Hardcore Harry?

RVD: Well, after I beat Tamer tonight I will go on in the tournament. If I have to face Dozer Phillips then he will find out that nobody is better than the "Whole F'N Show" and is going to get a beating RVD 4:20 Style. He may be the second best, but I know that I am number one. Now, if I have to face Hardcore Harry than I will give him a beating that he has never recieved. I will beat him like I should have before he joined the Union.

Bole: Well, onto Core. Core, tonight you have to defend your newly won Hardcore title against the man that you beat for it, Deva Stator. How do you plan to handle Deva Stator?

Core: Deva didn't get the point last week. Last week when I gave him the beating of a lifetime and he keeps coming back for more. Well, if he enjoys getting beat down week after week then that is fine because I will beat him down week after week if that is what he wants. I will smash ladders, chairs, trash cans, or whatever else he wants, but he must realize that he will never ever be better than me.

Bole: Could the reason that Deva keeps requesting matches against you is because of friction in the Union?

Core: What the hell are you talking about? You better...

Paul: Core, calm down. Michael, let me asure you that their is nothing wrong in the Union. As a matter of fact we are the exactly where we want to be. We want people to think that their is friction in the Union because the exact moment they turn their backs on us we will attack and destroy them. Now, if you would excuse us we have business to take care of.

(Paul, RVD, and Core walk away from Michael Bole as the screen fades.)

FADE...

>>>

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

(The arena dims to complete darkness. A blinding flash goes off with a deafining pop. Shout 2000 by Disturbed balers throught the arena over the pa system. Asylum steps out from behind the curtain. The corwd erupts when they see him come from behind the curtain: He is wearing a dark blue football jersey with Asylum put in the name spot in silver. The jersey has an Anarchy A on the back and front on the chest part written in sliver. He starts on his way down the ramp to the ring. He jumps in and Beats on his chest. The crowd cheers loudly.)

Lilly: Weighing in at 263 pounds at 6/3 and hailing from Los Angeles california... Asylum

His opponent...

Fighting out of Gary, IN...
Weighing in at 275 pounds...

Chuck Porterhouse
JR: Here comes a grudge match!

("Fist of Rage" by Kid Rock begins to rock the arena. Chuck Porterhouse is lifted on the stage as he poses in a spotlight. The fans immediately boo as he is seen. "Deadly Medly" scrolls across the Bruisertron as Chuck stops posing and begins to walk down to the ring.)

King: There is bad blood between these two JR!

(Chuck pauses on the ramp, and the charges down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. He stands up and slugs Asylum right in the jaw.)

**DING,DING**

JR: There's the bell!
Chuck Porterhouse almost takes Asylum's head off with a clothesline
Chuck Porterhouse runs into the ropes.
Chuck Porterhouse hits Asylum with a shoulderblock.
Chuck Porterhouse takes Asylum down with a spinebuster.
Chuck Porterhouse is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Chuck Porterhouse whips Asylum into the ropes, but Asylum reverses it.
Chuck Porterhouse smacks Asylum with a devastating clothesline .
Chuck Porterhouse takes Asylum down with a Gorilla Press.
Chuck Porterhouse throws Asylum out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Asylum
reenters the ring.
Chuck Porterhouse smacks Asylum with a devastating clothesline .
Chuck Porterhouse is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Chuck Porterhouse is wearing out Asylum.
Chuck pulls Asylum off of the mat and hits a standing clothesline.

King: Asylum looks like a ragdoll!

JR: Chuck whips Asylum into the ropes.
Chuck catches Asylum and gives him a powerslam.
Chuck gets to his feet and delivers several kicks to the back of Asylum.
As Asylum gets to his feet, Chuck comes from behind and hits a low blow.

King: Asylum is on the mat again!

JR: Chuck is being berated by the ref.

Chuck Porterhouse locks Asylum in a sleeperhold.
Asylum reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Chuck Porterhouse hits Asylum with a Gorilla Press.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Chuck Porterhouse
and a few others cheering him.
Chuck Porterhouse flexes his large muscles.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Chuck Porterhouse
and a few others cheering him.
Chuck Porterhouse uses a Gorilla Press on Asylum.
A few fans are booing Chuck Porterhouse, while a few others are cheering him.
Chuck Porterhouse almost takes Asylum's head off with a clothesline
Chuck Porterhouse whips Asylum into the turnbuckle.
Chuck Porterhouse runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Chuck Porterhouse whips Asylum into the turnbuckle, but Asylum reverses it.
Asylum kicks Chuck Porterhouse.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum punches Chuck Porterhouse.
You could hear a pin drop.
Chuck Porterhouse punches Asylum.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Chuck Porterhouse
and a few others cheering him.
Asylum punches Chuck Porterhouse.
Asylum nails Chuck Porterhouse with a spinebuster.
Asylum whips Chuck Porterhouse into the turnbuckle.
Chuck Porterhouse comes back with an elbow.

JR: Chuck has Asylum in a camel clutch.
Asylum is screaming in pain.
Chuck leaps in the air and drops his weight on Asylum's back.
Chuck grabs Asylum off of the mat and whips him to the turnbuckle.
Chuck slams a clothesline against Asylum.

King: We know where this is going!

JR: Chuck lifts Asylum up to the top rope and climbs up.
Chuck drops several fists against the head of Asylum.
Chuck drops Asylum to the mat with a superplex.

King: Chuck with a cover.

1…2…foot on the rope!

JR: Chuck is infuriated!

Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum smacks Chuck Porterhouse with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum hoists Chuck Porterhouse high into the air with a backdrop, then sends
Chuck Porterhouse crashing hard to the mat.

JR: Asylum is fighting back.
He punches Chuck.
Again, Asylum hits Chuck with a right hand.
Chuck stumbles back.
Asylum hits a body slam.

King: Chuck is up on his feet again.

JR: Asylum bounces against the ropes.
Chuck ducks the clothesline and grabs Asylum.
Chuck presses Asylum and drops him headfirst on the turnbuckle.

King: Asylum is just laying on that turnbu