BMWF Bedlam Part II

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

JR:Folks, we were about to go to our next match up, but it appears one of the ring crew has placed something in the ring that is covered with a sheet. King, can you see what it is?

King:I don't know, but I think we should get it out of there! HEY REF! Get whatever that is out of there!

(The referee looks over at J.R and the King and then steps into the ring. The referee walks around the mystery present and then is about to grab the sheet when...)

PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

King:YAHHHH! I hate that song!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their way down to the ring as the crowd is heard chanting "bWo" throughout the entire arena Lowedown and Dozer leap up to the ring apron and help Flame onto the apron next to them. Flame climbs into the ring and each of them hit a corner turnbuckle and give the Wolfpac signal to the crowd. All three of them then climb back down and stand in the center of the ring as Lowedown pulls a microphone from his coat pocket and pulls his sunglasses off...)

Lowedown:WOLFPAC IN THE...

Crowd:HOUSE!!!

Lowedown:If you don't mind folks, I'm going to take a moment and give some credit where crdeit is due. This past friday, I was witnessed to due an awesome display of sportsmanship and professionalism in that ring! I witnessed a feat of exceptional wrestling ability that even shocked yours truly out of his boots! I went back to my hotel after the show and replayed the tape over and over and over just for this match up to see the style and the grace which has made this man an incredible performer! The moves in which this man performs just...just blows my mind! This guy runs around like one of the lightweights, but he's also got power to go along with his interesting persona!

JR:I wonder who he could be talking about?

King:Don't you realize that he's talking about me? I always moved around like one of those luchadores!

JR:You moved like a wounded duck!

Lowedown:I have never made this much commotion over someone who has inspired me to be the best wrestler that I could ever be! This wrestler has inspired since day one and tonight, in front of everyone here in the great state of Philidalphia...

(Crowd pop)

Lowedown:I would like to pay tribute to the man under this sheet here tonight! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...ME!

(Flame and Dozer pull off the sheet and a life size cardboard cut out of Lowedown with both the United States and Intercontinental titles on either shoulder and his patented smirk on his face. The crowd begins laughing as Lowedown walks around the life size cardboard figure before speaking again...)

Lowedown:Good Lord! Is this not the most handsomest fella you've ever seen? For a minute there I thought someone cloned me! (Looks to the crowd) What? Were you expecting Cash Flo? Were any of you actually thinking that? All the bWo-ites in this arena knows exactly what my opinion is of Cash Flo don't you?

(The crowd suddenly begin to chant "Cash Sucks!" as all three bWo members nod their heads in approval and Lowedown attempts to calm them down for a moment...)

Lowedown:Let me explain all of this if I may? I am giving myself praise here because I carried Cash's sorry @$$ through that entire match friday night! I threw Core around like a lil' BLEEP and then I slapped your World champion around all around the Erie Civic Center!

JR:It looks like Lowedown's ego is finally coming out here tonight!

King:Did it ever leave?

Lowedown:Cash, I am sick and tired of having to bring your name up because all it does it make these people want to puke! Did you ever realize why people come up to you at a restaurant or a gym to talk to you? Its because of me! They want to know what it's like having this champion carry you around night after night after d@mn night! You want to know what's going to happen after No Way In when I choke the life out of you and you collapse to the mat...what do you think going to be left of your career? Not a d@mn thing Cash...Not a d@mn thing! You've ridden my coattails ever since you tried to approach me and buy me off with that pathetic wedding present! You remember all those poker chips you gave me and Kathryn? That was the equivalent of around $250,000 dollars folks! Personally, I thought it was a cheap way to try and get yourself into the bWo Cash. Well, I took that money and donated it to the "Please oh God don't make me have to listen to another Cash Flo promo" fund! You ever try to get off of a Cash Flo promo of "I'm gonna kick your @$$!" and "I'm a champion..watch me polish my...belt!" scenario? You people thought going through detox was trouble for the youth of the nation?

(The crowd laughs once as Lowedown attempts to keep the crowd under control...)

Lowedown:Let me break it down for ya Cash so you will understand me. I am going to beat you down to within an inch of your mid carder life and wrap that noose around your neck. I'm going to squeeze your life out of your body not once, but twice for the world to see! Then, after I'm done shoveling the last pile of dirt over your corpse...

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as the crowd begins chanting even louder throughout the building and almost causes Lowedown to cover his ears...)

Lowedown:I'm going after your best friend Dreadnaught and become a triple crown winner!

(Lowedown smiles as Dozer gives him the Wolfpac sign and Flame walks up and kisses him passionately. Lowedown almost loses his balance as she finally backs away and lets him continue...)

King:I tell you one thing J.R! If she kissed me like that, she'd be the one reeling.

JR:Probably due to the garlic breath!

King:HEY! I brushed before the show!

Lowedown:Before I talk about your World champion, I'd like to talk about tonight's match up against the Judge! Now, I would honestly like to congratulate the Judge on becoming one half of the World tag team champions! I'm sure you will do those belts a good service! I am going to warn you about your tag team partner though. You're going to have to train harder and be a whole hell of alot smarter in order to keep those belts! Let me show you the reason why!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show this past Friday's Live match up between Lowedown and Cash Flo against Dreadnaught and Core. The entire crowd watches as Lowedown almost wrestled the entire match up by himself. Lowedown then is shown nailing Core with Cash Flo's own finisher and then pinning Core in the middle of the ring...)

Lowedown:I hope you were paying attention Judge because Cash will make you do all the work and take all the d@mn credit until one day he gets tired of you as a partner...sorry for the example there Wren, but you were the unfortunate one...he'll drop you like a pimp to a ho who doesn't have his money! Now Judge, I don't want to cloud your mind with your partner since you've got me tonight in this very ring, but since you are in this very ring with me tonight...allow me to explain a term you might be familiar with in the judicial system. I believe we all know it as "guilt by association" in the legal profession right bWo-ites? Well, allow me to be as blunt as possible on my theory of guilt by association. Judge, you are with Cash which makes you...one sorry @$$ sonofableep in my book! Judge, the only way out of this predicament is to just lay down in the center of the ring and pray to the big man upstairs that I don't rupture your vital organs one by one by one. Now, I thought I had already gotten rid of you in the gauntlet match, but you're still here looking for more punishment. Well, as you know I am always...always willing to give the people what they want. What do the bWo-ites want to see? Do they want to see the Judge go one on one with...the Lowedown?

(The crowd pops as Lowedown holds the microphone out and listens to the crowd. Lowedown walks around the ring as he continues to listen to the fans cheering and screaming wildly...)

Lowedown:Do you want to see the Judge get his gavel shoved up his judicial @$$?

(Crowd pops once more...)

Lowedown:And do the fans here in Pennsylvania want to see the BMWF?

(The crowd suddenly stops and begins to boo Lowedown as he gets a confused look on his face...)

Lowedown:OR...did you come here to see the...

Crowd:B...W...O!

Lowedown:That's what I thought! Well, I'm going to wrap this whole speech up with these final words. Judge, your @$$ belongs to me...CASE CLOSED! Cash, at No Way In...there will be no way out for you! Dread, my old friend and former bWo member...your World title belongs to me and that is the Lowedown on that because we are just...TOO...

Lowedown & Crowd:SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

LILLY: The following contest is a TV Title Tournament match scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
From San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

(The lights in the arena go out for a moment. Then, a series of red, white, and blue spotlights come on and travel all over the arena.)

PA: Ladies and gentlemen…our national anthem.

(“The Star-Spangled Banner” starts to play. The audience gets to their feet. Men remove their hats. Hands everywhere are placed over hearts. The entrance curtain parts and there are three figures standing behind it. A red spotlight comes to rest on the first figure…Truck! He’s dressed as Uncle Sam, complete with white beard and stovepipe hat. A blue spotlight stops on the second figure, which is Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde, who is dressed as none other than Benjamin Franklin! Finally, a white spotlight stops to reveal “Mr. Showtime” Vernon Vanderbilt, decked out in a perfect representation of George Washington! The crowd is almost completely silent for a moment…and then spontaneously bursts into applause, cheering the trio loudly. Vanderbilt starts down the aisle, with Clancy and Truck following behind. They wave as Vanderbilt blows kisses to the crowd. The three of them reach the ring as the song comes to an end.)

Lilly: Ladies and gentlemen, accompanied by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde and Truck, he weighs 245 pounds and hails from San Francisco, California…”Mr. Showtime” Vernon Vanderbilt!

(The applause dies quickly. Beauregarde signals for a mic.)

Beauregarde: Good evening Philadelphia! (crowd pop) We’re here in the City of Brotherly Love tonight, and boy, do we feel the love! You know, there are many things that make this country great, but I do believe the best thing is the opportunity to perform for the fine audiences of this nation. And Philadelphia is one of the best! (crowd pop) Ain’t that America! And now, America, give your regards to your American hero and future Champion of Television…”Mr. Showtime” Vernon Vanderbilt!

Vanderbilt: Thank you, thank you…but you can call me George! (He winks and the three of them chuckle.) Seriously, though, I just wanted to come out here and show you people how much I love this town and this country.! (loud crowd pop) You see, if there’s one thing I know, it’s this: Philadelphia is purely American! You’re an all-American town! (crowd pop again) And soon, very soon, I shall be your Champion of Television! You see, if there’s one thing Americans love more than Mom and apple pie, it’s the almighty television! Heck, we watch more television than any other nation in the world! (the crowd seems somewhat confused, but a few scattered cheers can be heard.) You know, that probably explains a lot. It’s got to be the reason I can’t seem to find any decent opponents! (the boos start) Dozer Phillips was probably raised on the stuff! I bet he’s never even read a book! (louder boos) Well, baby, brains beat brawn any day! Beating down a Dozer! What a way to celebrate in a town like Philly! Probably the most fun I’ll have while I’m here! (very loud boos) Oh come on now, people! I used the best approach I could think of! The old “I am a Real American, the rights of every man” gimmick always works! How else do you explain so many mediocre wrestling careers? (thundering boos) Fine then! Let’s got to the real fun. Dozer! You can consider yourself…CANCELLED!

(He throws the mic out of the ring. Beauregarde and Truck go to the outside of the ring.)


LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Pearl River, MS...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Dozer Phillips

JR:Folks, we are about to get ready for another TV title tournament match between Vernon Vanderbilt and Dozer Phillips!

King:After what Dozer did to RVD's manager tonight, I wouldn't be surprised at the focus of Dozer Phillips tonight!

(Suddenly, "Iron Man" begins to play as Dozer Phillips makes his way down to the ring. Dozer climbs into the ring and grabs the microphone from Lily Garcia and stands in the center of the ring...)

King:Let's see if those "Hooked on Phonics" tapes worked for his vocals!

Dozer:RVD? I hope you learned your lesson on what happens when you put your ego in front of our so called friendship! After I get done with Vernon Vanderbilt here and get one step closer to getting my TV title back, I'm going to fix your wagon Kung-Fu grip boy! You may have pulled one over on yours truly on Live, but nothing like that will happen again when we step in the ring again! After I win this tournament, you'll get the first crack!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for spinning heel kick, but Dozer Phillips
ducks out of the way.
Dozer Phillips runs into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips executes a flying shoulderblock on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips uses a punch on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dozer Phillips goes for an enzuigiri, but Vernon Vanderbilt
ducks out of the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Dozer Phillips with a swinging neckbreaker.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Dozer Phillips with an enzuigiri.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a guillotine legdrop on Dozer Phillips.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a chokehold, but Dozer Phillips counters it with
a facerake.
Dozer Phillips kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is cheering on Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips chops Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt punches Dozer Phillips.

JR:Dozer catches Vernon with a high knee lift that sends him down to the mat! Dozer stomps away on the chest as this crowd is starting to get behind him!

King:All six of Dozer's fan? HAHAHA!

JR: Dozer Phillips punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dozer Phillips punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is cheering on Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips goes for a kick to the midsection, but Vernon Vanderbilt
blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a spear on Dozer Phillips.
Vernon Vanderbilt locks Dozer Phillips in a chokehold.
Brian Hepner warns Vernon Vanderbilt to let go.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, three, four.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Dozer Phillips into the ropes, but Dozer Phillips
reverses it.
Dozer Phillips hits a bodyslam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dozer Phillips goes for a bearhug, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a punch.

JR: Dozer immediately catches Vernon with a knee to the ribs and now he drilling him with hard right hands to the side of his head. Dozer whips Vernon into the ropes and catches him with a back body drop! That had some elevation to it!

King:Whoopie! No one does a better "back body drop" than Dozer Phillips!

(Dozer catches Vernon with a dropkick and then another that sends him out of the ring.Dozer follows behind and clotheslines Vernon onto the concrete floor. Dozer then rams Vernon's shoulder first into the steel steps repeatedly as he listens to the referee continue to count. Dozer breaks the count at 8 as he rolls in and then rolls back out. Dozer grabs Vernon by the arm and rams his shoulder in the ringpost. Dozer does it once more before throwing Vernon into the steel steps...)

JR:Dozer going after a body part as he looks to weaken Vernon down enough to it the Bulldozer! Dozer wants that Television title back!

King:Or whatever that new move of his is!

JR:Dozer is literally trying to tear the arm off of Vernon's body as he's yanking on the arm of Vernon and now he's throwing closed fists into the shoulder! The referee is trying to break it up now!

King:Let them go at it ref! The quicker they fight, the quicker it'll be over! HAHAHA!

JR:Dozer has Vernon high up in the air with the military press and he just tossed him up and...knee right to the abdomen of Vernon! Dozer now has Vernon up and he places Vernon onto the top turnbuckle and he's going to attempt a superplex!

King:Maybe they'll knock themselves out!

JR:Dozer nails Vernon with repeated right hands and then delivers a headbutt that rocks the head back of Vernon. Dozer heads up and sets him up and raises him high into the air and brings him crashing down to the mat!

(Dozer picks up Vernon once again and has him up for a scoop slam, but them places him in the Tree of Woe. Dozer stomps away on the chest of Vernon until he is moved away by the referee. Dozer quickly manages to sidestep the referee and delivers a baseball slide dropkick to the face of Vernon Dozer then gets back on his feet and goes to the opposite corner. Dozer then rushes from the opposite corner and rams his shoulder right into the rib cage of Vernon. Dozer finally releases Vernon out of the Tree of Woe as he comes off the ropes with a leg drop to the back of Vernon's neck...)

JR:Dozer whips Vernon into the ropes and catches him with a devastaing boot to the face! Dozer looks to the crowd as he just gave the signal for the Bullet!

JR:Dozer just caught Vernon with a superplex off the 2nd turnbuckle! Now Dozer is calling for the Bullet!

King:The what?

JR:His new finisher remember?

King:It's so easy to forget I guess!

(Dozer sets Vernon up and hoists him up onto his shoulder and starts bouncing up and down to weaken the back of Vernon before he suddenly drops down to his knees and sends Vernon down to the mat. Dozer then attempts a pin...)

KING: Wait! Clancy R. Beauregarde is distracting the ref!

JR: Truck is in the ring and hits Dozer with a chair!

KING: Dozer is out cold!

(Truck bails out of the ring.)

KING: Wait! Look!

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski, runs down to the ring.....)

JR: Sledge slides under the ropes
Sledge spins Vernon Vanderbuilt to face him
Vernon Vanderbuilt is taken by surprise by Sledge
Sledge punches Vernon Vanderbuilt in the face

*DING DING*

JR: Sledge punches Vernon Vanderbuilt in the face
Sledge punches Vernon Vanderbuilt in the face
Sledge whips Vernon Vanderbuilt to the ropes
Vernon Vanderbuilt bounces off the ropes
Sledge nails Vernon Vanderbuilt with a Chi-Town Slam
Truck enters the ring
Sledge kicks Truck in the gut
Sledge hits Truck with a Chokeing sweep

LILLY: Here is your winner by DQ... Vernon Vanderbilt!

JR: Sledge waves over Lilly
Lilly comes next to the ring
Sledge tosses Lilly a piece of paper
Vernon Vanderbuilt gets up
Lilly unfolds the piece of paper
Truck rolls out of the ring
Vernon Vanderbuilt hits Sledge in the back
Vernon Vanderbuilt turns Sledge to face him

Lilly: Sledge says.... you have crossed a line and gone too far

(Vernon Vanderbuilt whips Sledge to the ropes)

Llly: your comments and actions at the Liberty Bell and tonight went too far....

JR: Vernon Vanderbuilt hits the End of the End
Vernon Vanderbuilt turns and looks at Lilly inquisitively
Sledge gets up

King: Sledge is back up already from "The End of The End"

Lilly: ..... I can't allow you to insult and debase America, and its people like that..... you are NOT what this country is about.......

(Vernon Vanderbuilt turns around and walks straight into a Chokeing Sweep.)

Sledge: There is only one thing I love more than I hate you..... and that's my country.

(Sledge stands over Vernon Vanderbuilt and makes a celebratory motion

Sledge leaves the ring and returns to the back)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>


(The Couch is standing by with Deva Stator for an interview)

The Couch: Last week on this show Bedlam, you had your first Hardcore title defence with Core, in the end Core walk out with the victory ending your reign as champion, now this evening you have you rematch for that same title the Hardcore belt against Core, can we get a few comments.

Deva Stator: I know I lost the belt in less then a week, does everyone have to keep telling me something I already know. You know comething Couch everyone keeps asking me are you mad at Core for losing to him, what about the Union, are you mad. I tell people the samething, No, that Hardcore title is Union proptery now, and thats how it's going to stay, if it's me or Core the belt stays home. If you ask me if I am angry that I dropped the title in less then a week sure I am upset, but I lost the title to home, and well the Union is just dripping in gold, Core with the Hardcore, Lena will the womans and either RVD or Hardcore Harry is going to walk out with the TV title at the end of that turney. There is no stopping us.

The Couch: Let me ask you something else, on Live you had a show down with a friend of yours Dollar Bill, what was with that?

Deva Stator: You know I had a ton of respect for that little guy, you know I offered to fix up his place after it got trashed. My company did it for free even, we did ask for anything in return, just to see a man get his groove thing on again, then after I lose the title I see that little wanna be pimp daddy laughin it up with a couple of techs in the back, saying I can't beat nothing but old foggys. Tonight I got a rematch for my title and I am going to show him how Devastation really works. He told me to watch my back, I laugh at that little slicked up mac daddy. It's him who has got to watch his back, next week on Bedlam I want you Dollar Bill in that very ring, you got a big mouth there, and I want to shut it. Buddy you opened up something you can't finish, I will finish it, I always finish everything I start, now I am going to make you sorry your mouth can't cash the checks it wrties up.

The Couch: You have every reason to be angry over those comments but Dollar Bill and you are supposed to be tight.

Deva Stator: Thats what I thought too, we will be tight again, my hands around his throat, my foot to his face I can think up lots of ways we are going ot be close again, but if I tell all now, whats the use of watching the match. I just hope he is man enough to face me next week.

The Couch: So this even what do you think of Dollar Bills chances in the TV title tournament.

Deva Stator: I could care less one of the Union like I said either Hardcore Harry or RVD is going all the way, so I think his chances are slim to none and slim just left town.

The Couch: One last question, what do you think your chances are for this evening against Core.

Deva Stator: All I know is this I am here for a fight and thats what I intend to give Core tonight, this will be a hell of a match I can promise that, as for who's going to win I can't guess, it could be me it could be Core, but we are both going to feel slightly rough come morning. I hope it's me, but if it's Core like I said it stays home in the Union. Now I got to go now are you done Couch.

The Couch: Alright I got all I needed thank you Deva.

Deva Stator: Good.

(Deva Stator turns and walks away)

fade...

>>>

  (The scene takes place in the parking lot at the First Union Center, a old
beat up pick up truck comes roaring in and pulls into a parking space. The
camera speeds up to the turck and gets a low shot of the ground where a size
thirteen boot steps out. As the camera pans up it reveals Hardcore Harry
with his Hard to Da Core shirt on. Harry reaches in and grabs his bag and
starts walking to the arena entrance)

JR: Looks like business is about to pick up here in Philly!

(Harry walks up and is about to open the door when Vernon Vanderbilt comes
walking out, the crowd can be heard cheering in the arena as the men get in
each others faces, Harry jabs Vernon in the gut and shoves him up against
the wall. Vernon gives Harry a dirty low blow, Harry falls to his knees and
Vanderbilt delivers a powerful knee to the head of Hardcore Harry. Just then
RVD and Core come bursting threw the door and jump Vanderbilt from behind)

King: Now this is action!

(Core helps Harry to his feet and Harry runs over to Vernon who is down and
kicks him in the gut while he is down. Harry brushes the side of his mouth
with his wrist revealing blood)

Harry: Oh ya, it's about time we get some Extreme Hardcore Entertainment up
in here!

(Harry then delivers a powerful blow to the back of the head to Vernon)

Harry: I hope that piece of BLEEP Dozer Phillips whoops you city slicken'
@$$!

(Harry gives Vernon another brutal punch then calls for something and
reaches his hand back to Core, Core hands Harry a set of brass knuckles and
Harry brings Vernon to his knees)

Harry: Look at me!

(Harry forces Vernon to face him then delivers another brutal blow to the
head of Vanderbilt knocking him back on the pavement, Harry then stuff the
brass knuckles in his pocket and a smirk appears on his face)

Harry: Just as you wished Sledge good luck, I am wishing you good luck. Good
luck that you don't get your sorry @$$ beat too bad!

(Harry bends over grabbing his bag and walks into the building following his
two Union partners. The camera closes in on Vanderbilt who is laid out still
in the parking lot)

Fade..

LILLY: The following contest is a TV Title Tournament match scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(The lights in the First Union Center fade and a darkened green glow falls
upon the crowd as Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the
Bruisertron! The crowd has mixed reactions as "Back Up" by 12 Stones blasts
over the PA system and Hardcore Harry comes walking down to the ring with
his water bottle in his hand, Harry takes a sip then tosses it into the
crowd as he slides in and calls for a mic which he gets from a ring
attendant)

Harry: Philadelphia Pennsylvania, I have something very special for you all
to witness here tonight!

(Harry gets a cheap pop as he smiles)

Harry: You are going to not only witness the advancement of the king of
Extreme, but you will witness an all out beating of one of the most annoying
"special ed" kids that you will ever see!

(The crowd cheers again)

Harry: Ah, so you all like seeing your own kind being tortured?

(The crowd boos quickly shift into boos as Harry's smile gets ten times
bigger)

Harry: I just heard about five minutes ago that this freak show wants to
where a mask out here for "protection" and for "comfort". Well I hate to
disappoint you Jerry but such things just doesn't exist.

(The crowd boos and Harry pretends to look shocked)

Harry: What, do you people actually think that there is something on this
planet that can stop Hardcore Harry? The innovator of extreme? I think not!

(Harry starts to pace back and fourth with adrenaline pumping through him)

Harry: Sledge you can wear a mask, you can write on some sloppy napkins and
you can even bring that sledgehammer down to the ring because you know
Hardcore Harry would love to perform some Extreme Hardcore Entertainment on
your newbish @$$, and all these people know that I would ram that hammer so
far down your throat that you would have to get the proctologist to pull it
out!!!

(The crowd actually starts cheering Harry has he continues)

Harry: You talk about just because I jumped you doesn't mean that I can beat
you, well I got one word for you, experience! How many years have you been
in this business Jerry, just how many!?! WHAT!?! Didn't think so, so you
can't make all the threats you want, you can write on all the napkins you
want but the fact of the matter is that you just can't cut it when it comes
to taking on Hardcore Harry!

(Harry pauses as the crowd settles down and Harry looks around in disgust)

Harry: Jerry, I was hoping that when I defeated you tonight there would be a
little more of a crowd, I mean look at these people, this guy looks like a
wanna be pimp! And this girl over here..

(Harry walks to the other side of the ring and points to a woman)

Harry: She looks like she BLEEPed off ten guys just to get a front row
ticket! Just like these people Sledge, and your people in "Chicago".

(The crowd burst out into a cheer as Harry jumps to their reaction and kicks
the bottom rope yelling at them to shut up)

Harry: Shut up! All of you! Can't you see that I am getting my point across
about people like you, you have your rich thieves and run down BLEEPs like
this girl over here. No wonder why I hate city folk, you people just make me
SICK! Lets get this city boy jobber out here so I can QUICKLY take his @$$
to the woodshed and pin him, 1.2.3 and advance to the third round of this TV
Title tournament!

(The crowd boos Harry as he hands the mic to another ring attendant and
springs off into the ropes ready for "The Sledge")


LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 275 pounds...

"The Sledge" Jerry Girbowski

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski's Bruisertron starts along with Blue Collar Man by Styx. Sledge walks out from behind the curtain wearing jean shorts, his leather jacket, fingerless gloves, face protector, and an American Flag bandanna. Sledge removes his jacket and drops it on the ramp revealing his "Chicago Way" t-shirt, then tosses his bandanna into the crowd.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry hits a Russian legsweep on Jerry Girbowski.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Hardcore Harry is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Hardcore Harry takes Jerry Girbowski down with a big boot.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Hardcore Harry is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Hardcore Harry takes Jerry Girbowski down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Brian Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry takes Jerry Girbowski down with a legdrop.
Hardcore Harry goes for the Sky High, but Jerry Girbowski blocks it.
Jerry Girbowski goes for a fireman's buster, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry throws Jerry Girbowski out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes through the ropes.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jerry Girbowski is busted wide open.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but Jerry Girbowski blocks it.
Jerry Girbowski reenters the ring.
Hardcore Harry follows him back in.
Jerry Girbowski uses a big boot on Hardcore Harry.
Jerry Girbowski executes a swinging neckbreaker on Hardcore Harry.
A portion of the crowd is booing Jerry Girbowski.
Jerry Girbowski kicks Hardcore Harry.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jerry Girbowski.
Jerry Girbowski punches Hardcore Harry.
Jerry Girbowski punches Hardcore Harry.

Hardcore Harry goes for a belly to bell suplex
Sledge hits Hardcore Harry with a forearm to the face
Sledge reverses the belly to belly into an irish whip
Sledge hits Hardcore Harry with a Chi-Town Slam

Jerry Girbowski goes for a cobra clutch, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry uses a Northern Lights suplex on Jerry Girbowski.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry hits a piledriver on Jerry Girbowski.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry goes for an elbowdrop, but Jerry Girbowski rolls out of the way.
Jerry Girbowski executes a big boot on Hardcore Harry.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Jerry Girbowski.

Hardcore Harry clotheslines Sledge over the ropes
Hardcore Harry leaves the ring
Hardcore Harry grabs a chair
Sledge gets up
Hardcore Harry swings the chair at Sledge
Sledge ducks the chair and punches Hardcore Harry in the gut
Hardcore Harry drops the chair
Sledge whips Hardcore Harry into the ring post
Sledge sets up the chair
Hardcore Harry charges Sledge
Sledge hits Hardcore Harry with a mule kick
Sledge grabs Hardcore Harry
Sledge executes a Dominator on Hardcore Harry slamming him gut first on the chair

JR: MY GOD!!!!!!!! I GUESS SLEDGE DOESN'T NEED BOX FOR THE "CHICAGO DEATH DROP"!!!!!!!!!

KING:The ref didn't call for the DQ, but he's counting both men out of the ring!

JR: Brian Hepner counts: ...8, 9, 10!

*DING DING*

LILLY: The referee's decision...both men have been counted out of the ring!!

KING: YOW! Where does that leave these guys as far as the TV Title is concerned? Are they both eliminated?

JR: We'll be right back!

( Tamer is shown sitting in his locker room listening to music and meditating.There is knock at his door. Tamer hops up and answers the door.)

Tamer: Sledge is that y-. Oh hi Bole.

Bole: Um hi I was wondering-

Tamer: Yes you can have an interview.

Bole: Okay. How do you feel about the loss you and Sledge suffered at the hands of Chuck, Dollar Bill, and The One.

Tamer: (With a sarcastic voice) I'm ecstatic. ( In normal voice) How in the hell do you think I feel. Who are you that Katie whatever chick from the Today show. Ask some intelligent question's for BLEEP sakes.

Bole: Sorry okay, How do you feel about you match tonight against RVD in the TV title tournament Quarter finals?

Tamer: That's better. Okay TV Title tournament the biggest opportunity I've had yet. See on a week to week bases not everyone's watching every match but this is a title tournament. Everyone is watching everyone from the popcorn vendor Jan to MR. Mackman. So tonight RVD you better-

(Tamer stares straight into the camera.)

Tamer and Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

>>>

JR: OK, folks. We've been told that there will be a three way match between Sledge, Hardcore Harry and Vernon Vanderbilt for one of the semi-final matches for the TV Title Tournament.

KING: What? They should both be eliminated!

JR: Let's go to the ring!

LILLY: The following contest is a TV Title Tournament match scheduled for one fall.

( The Lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders through the arena. Intoxication by Disturbed hits the PA system.)

LILLY: First making his way to the ring
From TUCSON, AZ
Weighing in at 263 lbs
TAMER…

(Tamer runs down the ramp enters the ring and flexes his muscles taps his heart and points to the crowd.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
From Battle Creek, Michigan...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"Mr. Pay Per View" Robbie Van Dam

(A blast of red pyro goes off followed by "One Of A Kind" by Breaking Point blares throughout the arena. RVD walks down to the ring with a mixed reaction. RVD still does his taunts. RVD gets in the ring and looks at a Tamer who seems to be hurt from that attack earlier.)

JR: Their is the man that attacked Tamer earlier.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Tamer and RVD lock up
RVD hits Tamer with a right hand
Tamer clotheslines RVD
Tamer drops an elbow
RVD rolls out of the way
Tamer kicks up
RVD goes for a sweep
Tamer hops over RVD's leg
Tamer delivers a belly to belly suplex
RVD Trips Tamer
RVD hits Tamer with the Rolling Thunder
RVD covers

REF: ONE, TWO, kickout
Robbie Van Dam takes Tamer down with a fist to the midsection.
Robbie Van Dam executes a facerake on Tamer.
Robbie Van Dam locks Tamer in an armbar submission.
Tamer reaches the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Robbie Van Dam nails Tamer with a flying side kick.
Robbie Van Dam nails Tamer with corkscrew legdrop.
There are lots of chants for Robbie Van Dam.
Robbie Van Dam hits Tamer with an eye gouge.

RVD and Tamer are locked up
Tamer hits a snap suplex
RVD kicks Tamer in the face
Tamer hits a German suplex
RVD hits Tamer with a suplex
Robbie Van Dam whips Tamer into the turnbuckle.
Robbie Van Dam runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Tamer lifts his knee.
Tamer takes Robbie Van Dam down with a sidewalk slam.
Tamer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tamer dances the Robot.
Tamer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tamer goes for a Russian legsweep, but Robbie Van Dam counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Robbie Van Dam chops Tamer.
Tamer chops Robbie Van Dam.
Robbie Van Dam punches Tamer.
There are lots of chants for Robbie Van Dam.
Robbie Van Dam hits Tamer.
Tamer punches Robbie Van Dam.
A small "Tamer" chant is being started.
Robbie Van Dam hits Tamer.
There are lots of chants for Robbie Van Dam.
Tamer kicks Robbie Van Dam.
A small "Tamer" chant is being started.
Tamer hits Robbie Van Dam.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tamer.
Robbie Van Dam kicks Tamer.
The crowd is really behind Robbie Van Dam.
Robbie Van Dam hits a kick to the midsection on Tamer.
RVD locks in a head lock

Tamer pushes RVD into the ropes

Tamer leapfrogs over RVD

RVD hits a spinkick on Tamer

RVD goes for Rolling Thunder and Tamer puts up his knees.

Tamer gets up and hits a knee drop to the back of RVD

Tamer lifts up RVD and delivers a back breaker

Tamer lifts up RVD and delivers another back breaker and holds RVD across his knee

Tamer finally throws down RVD and delivers an elbow drop

Tamer lifts up RVD and goes for a belly to back suplex

RVD reverses and takes Tamer down to a mat and locks in a calf stretch

Tamer is screaming in agony

Tamer gets to the ropes and RVD lets go

RVD hits a dropkick to the face of Tamer who is laying on his stomach

RVD stands up and jumps on the top rope to deliver a Split legged Moonsault

RVD goes right into the pin on Tamer

Eddie Long counts: One, Two, kickout

RVD lifts up Tamer and whips him into the ropes

Tamer goes for a backdrop, but Tamer reverses into a piledriver

Tamer and RVD are both knocked out

Eddie Long counts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven....

RVD starts to get up and so does Tamer

Tamer and RVD exchange rights and lefts

Tamer goes for a clothesline, but RVD ducks

RVD hits a heel kick to the face of Tamer

RVD goes to the top rope

Tamer gets up and hits the top rope

Tamer goes to the top rope and tries for a superplex

RVD knocks Tamer down with a kick to the face

JR:Wait a minute! Here comes Dozer Phillips and he is making his way towards Bill Alfonzie!

King:I don't think he see him coming! LOOK OUT!

(Dozer spins Bill Alfonzie and nails him with a hard right hand to the forehead knocking him on cold. Dozer then picks up him up off the concrete floor and then picks him up in a military press and then looks towards the ring post...)

JR:He wouldn't do that to Bill Alfonzie would he?

King:Well, if it will get him to stop blowing that stupid whistle then I'd do it myself!

(Dozer send Bill Alfonzie right into the ring post slamming him chest first into the post as he watches him writhing in intense pain. Dozer looks up towards RVD in the ring as he then jumps onto the apron and steps in between RVD and Tamer...)

JR:What is he trying to do now?

King:Well, Alfonzie did cause Dozer to lose his match up against RVD on Live! I think Dozer is getting some revenge tonight!

(Dozer shouts at the referee as he suddenly spins around and nails Tamer with a boot to the gut and then delivers a thunderous powerbomb to Tamer in the middle of the ring. RVD looks stunned as the referee suddenly calls for the bell...)

*DING! DING!*

JR:The referee is raising Tamer's hand! Dozer just caused RVD to get disqualified here! What an strange turn of events here!

King:Earlier on Live, RVD was saying that Dozer and him were buddies and now he's beating up Bill Alfonzie and stealing a match from RVD!

(Dozer slides out of the ring and grabs the microphone from Lily Garcia. Dozer looks right up at RVD as he begins to back away towards the ramp...)

Dozer:RVD! You talk about friendship? You talk about us being "buddies" and then you get stick boy and Hayman to rob me out of a match?!? Well, I guess it's time we make our friendship like your TV title hopes...DEAD AND BURIED!

(Dozer makes his way up towards the top of the rampway and then is about to walk through the curtain, but then turns around for one last word...)

Dozer:Oh and by the way...I just cancelled your whole F'N show!

(The Bruisertron suddenly lights up and the bWo trademark voice comes over the speakers...)

PA:THIS SCREWJOB...WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera is in the back lot. We can see Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde’s silver Cadillac. Clancy, Vanderbilt, and Truck are all heading out to the car. Michael Bole approaches them.)

Bole: “Mr. Showtime!” Can I get a word with you about that attack on you by Sledge?

Vanderbilt: (still walking) You tell Sledge that I said it’s on now! No more games, Michael! I want him, in a match, at my earliest convenience! I shall have my revenge!

(They climb into the Cadillac and drive away. Bole shrugs.)

Bole: I guess he’s not too happy with Sledge right now. We’ll have to pay attention to these two. Who knows what will happen next? Back to you JR.

(The camera comes back to JR and King sitting at their table.)

JR: Boy, you just never know what to expect from these two!

King: Just when you forget about them…they’re back! I can’t believe Sledge did that!

JR: This rivalry looks like it’s just evolved! It looks to get pretty interesting.

King: Yeah, and pretty painful, too!

(The camera shows Dollar Bill and The One face to face in the Deadly Medley locker room. Dreadnaught is in between the two of them.)

Dreadnaught: Listen up fellas, I hate to see it come to this, but sometimes gold comes in between friends! As the greatest TV Champion the BMWF has ever seen! I know what that title means! So, keep it clean, and may the best Deadly Medley man come out on top! Go this one for the title!

(Dollar Bill and the One both turn away and prepare for their match.)

>>>

LILLY: The following contest is a TV Title Tournament match scheduled for one fall.

(The arena goes dark and a single one dollar bill is scrolled across the screen. A loud boom is heard throughout then all of a sudden as DMX's "Party Up" begins to blare over the sound system a large aray of green pyros go off across the stage. Making his way out from the back is Dollar Bill, wearing green pants
with DEADLY MEDLEY written down the outside of both pant legs. His bowler hat upon his head and his chest glistens when the light hits.Surrounded by two lucious
beauties, one on either side of him they are sporting small green tee-shirts with DEADLY MEDLEY written on them. Walking towards the ring, Dollar Bill stops
right outside the the ring and whispers something to them. They turn and walk over the announcer's table and surround the King and J.R. Dollar Bill jumps into
the ring and snatches a mic from Lilly.)

Dollar Bill: Tonight I advance in this T.V. Title Tournament and unfornately I have to go through one of my own boys to do it. The One knows this is just business so lets get this party started...

(Begins to toss the mic back to Lilly buts holds back)

Dollar Bill: (points toward the King) King, watch my girls, and be careful with em, their very fragile.

King: You got it Dollar.

(King turns and stares at the two lovely ladies)

King: (mumbling)PUPPIES...J.R...LOTS OF PUPPIES!!

(Dollar Bill now tosses the mic back to Lilly.)

Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 250 lbs...

DOLLAR BILL!

(An array of cheers and boos are heard throughout the arena.)

PA: 5..4..3..2..ONE!

(Nelly's "Number One" hits, as THE ONE IS HERE AND THERE IS A BLEEP OF A LOT
TO FEAR! appears strobing on the Bruisertron. Then DEADLY MEDLEY smashes
through and below it appears...MUSIC TO MY EARS. The One comes out with
Lady Leah in hand. She is wear short leather shorts and a black bra.)

Lilian: From Cincinnati, OH...weighing in at 324 pounds...the Deadly
Medley's Number One hit!...The One.

The King: Look JR! LOOK PUPPIES!

JR: The size of this young man is impressive as is his speed. Six foot six,
three-hundred and twenty-five pounds. His trainers named him the One,
because of all the potential he has, this man could be in the number one
spot in this sport. But then he ruined it by joining up with this Deadly
Medley.

The King: Music to my ears JR. Oh and Lady Leah is music to my ears too.

(The One climb in the ring and goes to the turnbuckle. He takes off his
t-shirt and tosses to Lady Leah. He then flexes for the crowd. He hopes
down and awaits Dollar Bill.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

J.R.: This ought to be a great matchup King.

King: Yea, J.R. do see all these puppies!

J.R.: Dollar Bill and The One shake hands.
Dollar Bill slaps The One across the chest.
Dollar Bill hits The One with a boot to the gut.
The One grabs Dollar Bill and whips him into the
corner ropes.
Dollar Bill counters and reverses the move.
Dollar Bill climbs the rope and punches The One in the
head..one...two..three.four..five.. times.
Dollar Bill sits The One on the top rop and climbs up
and delivers a belly to back suplex on the One.
Dollar Bill takes the One and stands him up and nails
him with a brainbuster down to the mat.
The One is layed out on the mat.
Dollar Bill goes for the pin..one..two..kickout by the
One.

J.R.: These two men are giving their all here tonight.
The One takes Dollar Bill down with belly to belly suplex.
The One goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Dollar Bill counters it with
a powerslam.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
A small "Dollar Bill" chant is being started.
Dollar Bill smacks The One with a devastating short clothesline .
Dollar Bill uses a cradle suplex on The One.
Dollar Bill tries to promote his business.
A small "Dollar Bill" chant is being started.
Dollar Bill goes for a Boston crab, but The One blocks it.
The One punches Dollar Bill.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The One.
Dollar Bill punches The One.
Dollar Bill hits The One.
Dollar Bill kicks The One.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dollar Bill.
Dollar Bill whips The One into the ropes.
The One hits Dollar Bill with an elbow.
The One flexes his arms for the ladies.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The One.
The One nails Dollar Bill with a German suplex.
Brian Hepner counts: One, two, Lady Leah distracts Brian Hepner.
The One uses second rope legdrop on Dollar Bill.
The One gets a camel clutch on Dollar Bill.
There is no referee there to ask Dollar Bill.
The One lets go after 11 seconds.
Brian Hepner is back on the job.

The One chops Dollar Bill in the corner.
The One sends Dollar Bill to the other corner with a hard irish whip.
Dollar Bill comes out of the corner and receives a clothesline from The One.
The One drops a knee on Dollar Bill.
The One goes for the pin.

JR: The One with the cover. But he only gets a two count.

The One whips Dollar Bill into the ropes.
The One nails a power slam on Dollar Bill.
The One flexes for the crowd.
The Crowd boos the One.
The One whips Dollar Bill into the turnbuckle, but Dollar Bill reverses it.
Dollar Bill charges into the corner.
Dollar Bill smacks The One with a devastating short clothesline .

The One takes down Dollar Bill with a hip toss.
The One nails a body slam in the corner.
The One takes to the 2nd turnbuckle.
The One nails the leg drop.
1..2..kick out.

Dollar Bill smacks The One with a devastating short clothesline .
A few fans are cheering on Dollar Bill.
Dollar Bill gets a Boston crab on The One.
The One is struggling to reach the ropes.
The One reaches the ropes after being trapped for 31 seconds.
Dollar Bill smacks The One with a devastating short clothesline .
Dollar Bill tries to promote his business.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dollar Bill.

JR: The One has Dollar Bill in the ropes.
The One nails a clothesline that sends Dollar Bill to the outside.
The One climbs to the top rope.
The One nails a cross body block.

JR: Did you just see that.

The One whips Dollar Bill into the guard rail.
The One hits a sidewalk slam on the outside.
The One breaks the counts.
The One stands on the the ring apron.
The One nails a leg drop.

Dollar Bill hits a drop toe hold on The One.
Dollar Bill comes off the ropes with a baseball slide to The One's head.
The One fires back with a spinebuster.
The One whips Dollar Bill into the ropes and nails a Samoan Drop.
The One calls for Perfection 101
Dollar Bill slides out
Dollar Bill sends a kick to The One's gut
Dollar Bill tries a ddt but he One turns it into a back bridge.
1..2..kick out
The One nails a sidewalk slam.
The One drops an standing elbow
1..2..kick out.
Dollar Bill chops the One
The One reverses it
The One hits a hard Irish whip into the opposite corner.
Dollar Bill comes out
JR: Spear by The One
The One hits Dollar Bill with a sit down Power Bomb.
One, two...shoulder up.

J.R.: Dollar Bill swings him into the ropes.
Dollar Bill nails the One with a clothesline from
BLEEP and knocks the One over the top rope.
The One goes crashing down to the floor.
The One is writhing around in pain.
Dollar Bill flies off the ropes delivering a elbow to
the face of the One.
The One moves in the nick of time causing Dollar Bill
to hit the concrete.
Dollar Bill is layed out.
The One grabs Dollar Bill and rolls him back into the
ring.
The One climbs back into the ring.

J.R.: These two are not giving up.

King: Puppies, Puppies, Puppies.

J.R.: Do you ever pay attention to anything else.

King: Who can concentrate on the match with all this around you?

J.R.: The One picks up Dollar Bill and powerslams him
into the mat.
The One stomps away at Dollar Bill.
Dollar Bill climbs back to his feet.
Dollar Bill and the One exchange punches to one
another.
Dollar Bill executes a russian legsweep to the One.
Dollar Bill hooks in a standing leglock on the One.
The One reaches for the rope and breaks the hold after
6 seconds.
As the One gets to his feet, Dollar Bill hits him with
a flying elbow.
Dollar Bill nails the One with the Hoe-Down.
Dollar Bill goes for the pin

Brian Hepner counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Dollar Bill!

(As the match ends, Dollar Bill walks over to the One and helps him get to his feet and both raise their arms in victory as Dollar Bill helps the One out of the ring and both walk back towards their locker room together.)

JR: We'll be right back! 0:02:49

(The Bruisertron lights up as the phrase "This message has been paid for...by the Brotherhood World Order" flashes across the screen. The Bruisertron then shows a picture of Lowedown and Flame sitting down on BMWF storage boxes. Lowedown is dressed in his street clothes as he looks right into the camera...)

Lowedown:Hello everybody! My name is Lowedown here in the bWo. When I'm not wrestling in the ring though, my friends call me Seth. I know you want to get back to the show, but I have an important topic I would like to talk here for a moment. I would like to talk issues here in the BMWF that can cause problems with the wrestlers here. I want to talk to the new wrestlers here about the business. I've been here for some time and I have seen people come and people go week after week. Whether it's due to family issues, school issues, or someone's girlfriend thinks it's not "cool" to be in this business. To all the wrestlers in the back, let me say that I enjoy being here and I love giving the fans what they want to see which is action. I've been around here long enough to know what to do and what not to do.

I want anyone who is here in the BMWF to understand that the road to the top isn't easy here. You have to work it each and every night you step into that ring and for those who truly know me like Maverick and Dread know what I've done to achieve the success I've earned here. I've made my share of mistakes as I've mentioned before in previous shows to help others out in finding their potential and I am always around to help others whenever I can. There is however a few here who feel that they deserve to be given title shots the moment they walk into the arena and lace up a pair of boots. That is where it falls apart for some. I'm not going to lie and say that when I walked into my first match up, I had dreams of becoming the World champion just like everyone who signs that contract right in front of Vince Mackman. I realized that it wasn't going to be an easy climb. I had obstacles in my way like Master Z, Scotty Scott, Maverick, Hollywood Mike, DDT, Ravven, the SCB, Mad Max, Darklord, and the one and only "V". I bet if any of you new guys here were to step in the ring against any of these legends today, you'd be picking your @$$ up off the mat and packing your bags with your tail between your legs! I faced each and every single one of those tough sonofableeps and I'm still standing here today! That's what makes me who I am! Some say I might be a bit egotistical and overzealous? Maybe I am in a way, but then again...I've been in the business for a while and I've been around the block enough to know how to fight. I don't like using stereotypes or slander to get my point across even though I have done once or twice in anger against a certain few wrestlers. I have made those mistakes and I have hopefully made amends for them as well. I recommend that no one here does the same just to try and get ahead.

(Lowedown pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts as he listens to the crowd. Finally, Lowedown begins to talk again...)

Lowedown:What I am really trying to say as politely as possible is you have to earn your shot here in the BMWF plain and simple. I have fought and clawed my way from the very bottom. I started with Mark Lee in my very first match to where I am today. All you wrestlers back there...whether you like me or don't is your own choice. I have earned my respect from many of the other wrestlers today and those who have come and gone and if you want to step in the ring with me is your choice. I'm not going anywhere for a long time and I intend on being one of the toughest sonofableeps around. That's not ego boys and girls...that's fact. I wish all you of the best of luck. Thank you...

(Suddenly, Kurt Dangle pops his head in front of the camera...)

Kurt:He means it! It's true...it's d@mn true!

(The following announcement has been paid for...by the Brotherhood World Order!)

(Lowedown is seen wrapping his fists up as Michael Bole is standing by with him in the bWo luxury suite. Lowedown places his cowboy hat on his head and adjusts his sunglasses before making his way towards the door...)

Bole:Wait just a second there Lowe! I have a few question for you about everything you've said here tonight.

Lowedown:Questions? I've got a match here in just a few minutes here Bole! What kind of questions do you actually have for me right now?

Bole:Well, tonight you verbally brutalized Cash Flo and the Judge and yet you barely gave any mention to Dreadnaught whom you will be facing at Bruisermania. Why did you almost leave him completely out of your speech out there?

(Lowedown pulls off his sunglasses for a moment and looks Michael Bole right in the eyes...)

Lowedown:I've know Dread for a while and I know he doesn't like people rubbing his name in the dirt like that. I'd truly rather set him in the middle of the ring and tell him right to his face what I think of him walking out on the bWo! Now, I've done all my jokes and ribs and whatnot on alot of people in this business and now I'm looking you right in the eyes and telling you that Dread and I have a date with destiny. We have a night where we will lay it all out on the line in front of millions of people around the world. We will step into the ring and let loose on each other like rabid dogs at Bruisermania and only one man will walk out of that arena with the World Heavyweight title around his waist! Dread, you think for a moment that I truly sweat you and your "thug" style? Let me tell you about "Thug" style Dread! I stepped up to dozens upon dozens of your lil' thug puppets every night at my bar where I was bouncin' people twice your size out like nothing! Punks like you would step up to me and try to flash a sign or whip out their piece and I'd beat the BLEEP out of them one by one...sometimes two on one to make my point clear that acting tough don't get you anywhere but knocked down to the floor and sucking up sawdust! You talk about your "thug" mentality? How about a straight up doze of "Lowedown" mentality for you? I step up to anyone who wants some of me! I "draw that line" in the center of the ring every night and I give my opponent that opportunity to fight me or to walk away from a brutal beatdown! I've said it before and I'll say it again...I will do anything to keep what I've earned here in the bWo! I will beat anyone who gets in my way to keep my belts! Dread, Bruisermania is getting closer and closer isn't it? The Thug of the Deadly Medley will step up against the "Chairman" of the bWo! Only one man is going to walk out....and it's going to be me Dread. That is the Lowedown on that. Now Bole, if you'll excuse me...I've got a "case" to dismiss.

(Lowedown and Flame walk out of the bWo luxury suite as the crowd chants for the bWo. Michael Bole shakes his head in disbelief...)

fade....

LILLY: The following contest  Hardcore Title match.

Introducing first...

Hailing from Springfield...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Deva Stator

Led to the ring by Paul Hayman...
Hailing from Austin, TX...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Core

(The lights in the arena go out in the arena. All of a sudden, a blast of white pyro followed by "Click Click Boom" blares throughout the arena. Core walks down to the ring and goes under the ring and pulls out a bunch of trash cans full of weapons and a ladder. Core throws the trash cans in the ring. Deva Stator grabs a broom out of the trash can and as Core gets in the ring Deva smashes the broom over Core's back.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Deva Stator whips Core into the ropes.
Deva Stator hits Core with an elbow.
Deva Stator gets a camel clutch on Core.
Deva Stator lets go after 11 seconds.
Deva Stator goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Core counters it with a DDT.
Core executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Deva Stator.
Core runs into the ropes.
Core hits Deva Stator with a shoulderblock.

KING: YAHH! Look!

(Asylum runs down to the ring with a steel chair and slides in. He hits Core in the back with the chair. Core stumbles around to face Asylum. Asylum then hits Core in the head with the chair bending it around his head. Asylum looks at Deva and jumps out then walks back up the ramp laughing at Deva as he looks bewildered at Asylum's actions.)

Deva Stator is going for the pin.
Tom White counts: One, two, three.
Deva Stator is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...and NEW HC Champion..Deva Stator!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens with The Headhunter sat in his
lockeroom. He is sat in front of a TV with a VCR
resting on top of it. He pushes the play button and
the screen flickers. The screen is black, and the
sound of thunder plays through the speakers. After a
few moments text begins to fade into the screen.)

TEXT: YOU THINK YOU ARE SO CLOSE, DON'T YOU?
YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE RIGHT BEHIND ME.
BUT YOU ARE NOT, YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY IT'S
UNBELIEVABLE.
THINK ABOUT REAL CAREFUL, THINK ABOUT IT
WHO COULD IT REALLY BE?
WHO WOULD WANT YOU OUT OF THE WAY?
WHO WOULD HAVE REAL REASON TO CALL IN THE MOB ON YOU?
YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME HEADHUNTER
YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE WHAT IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR NOSE
BUT I AM WATCHING YOU EVER SO CLOSELY
I AM RIGHT BEHIND YOU IN EVERY MOMENT
BUT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO I AM

(The texts fades away and the sound of thunder becomes
louder. Suddenly the speakers blurt out 'AT LEAST LOOK
AT ME WHEN YOU SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH MY HEAD!' then
the tape ends. The Headhunter sits shaking his head.
Suddenly the door opens and in walks Slim Jim
Sullivan.)

SLIM: Headhunter, I think you got the wrong tape. The
Fed-Ex guy turned up when you left, and gave me this.

(Slim hands The Headhunter another tape shaped
package.)

HEADHUNTER: Thanks Slim.

SLIM: What was on that tape?

HEADHUNTER: The first contact that the guy I'm looking
for has made with me since this whole thing began.
He's getting braver Slim, he's getting more gutsy ever
day.

SLIM: Good luck with this tape.

HEADHUNTER: Cheers Slim.

(The Headhunter stands, picks up his bag, stuffs the
tape inside it and leaves the room.)

FADE

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

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

(Kurt Dangle's Olympic Theme, better known as "You Suck!", plays. Kurt comes through the curtains carrying Maverick's Gold Belt and walks part of the way down the ramp. He flexes his neck, then a huge red, white and blue pyro goes off. It scares Kurt who runs to the ring.)

(He grabs a mic.)

Kurt: Now, as you know, because of some mistake in scheduling, I was supposed to face my good friend Maverick here tonight. Well, Maverick, is sick and couldn't be here tonight, so I am going to defend this Gold Belt right here tonight!

JR: He can't do that! That's not his belt!

Kurt: Come on! I'll face any of you guys in the back! What's the matter, you sissies? Come on out and fight!

(The sound of crashing glass is heard. The Stone Cold theme song blares and the crowd erupts as Stone Cold Bruiser steps through the curtain and stomps to the ring. Kurt gets the "Oh, no" expression on his face.)

KING: Oh, no! Run, Kurt!!

(Bruiser slides into the ring and Kurt immediately stomps him.)

*DING DING*

JR: Stone Cold is coming back with rights to the head!
Stone Cold Bruiser whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes, but Kurt Dangle
reverses it.
Stone Cold Bruiser almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a clothesline
Stone Cold Bruiser goes for a bodyslam, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Ravven and Tommy Screamer come to ringside.

KING: What the heck are they doing here?

JR: Kurt Dangle hits Stone Cold Bruiser with a Northern Lights suplex.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kurt Dangle goes for an armbar submission, but Stone Cold Bruiser blocks it.
Stone Cold Bruiser hoists Kurt Dangle high into the air with a backdrop, then
sends Kurt Dangle crashing hard to the mat.
Stone Cold Bruiser takes Kurt Dangle down with a kick to the midsection.
Stone Cold Bruiser goes for the Stone Cold Stunner, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Stone Cold Bruiser kicks Kurt Dangle.
A small "Stone Cold Bruiser" chant is being started.
Stone Cold Bruiser hits Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is starting to get behind Stone Cold Bruiser.
Stone Cold Bruiser kicks Kurt Dangle.
A small "Stone Cold Bruiser" chant is being started.
Stone Cold Bruiser nails Kurt Dangle with a series of kicks to the midsection.
Stone Cold Bruiser nails Kurt Dangle with a kneelift.
Stone Cold Bruiser chops Kurt Dangle.
Stone Cold Bruiser is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Stone Cold Bruiser kicks Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle kicks Stone Cold Bruiser.
A portion of the crowd is booing Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle kicks Stone Cold Bruiser.
Kurt Dangle punches Stone Cold Bruiser.
Kurt Dangle is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Stone Cold Bruiser hits a punch on Kurt Dangle.
Stone Cold Bruiser hoists Kurt Dangle high into the air with a backdrop, then
sends Kurt Dangle crashing hard to the mat.
Stone Cold Bruiser is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, shoulder up.

KING: Screamer is distracting the ref!

JR: Ravven throws Kurt Dangle a Singapore Cane, but Stone Cold Bruiser
intercepts it.
Stone Cold Bruiser hits Kurt Dangle with it
Stone Cold Bruiser executes the Stone Cold Stunner on Kurt Dangle.
There are lots of chants for Stone Cold Bruiser.
Stone Cold Bruiser goes for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Stone Cold Bruiser!

KING: Ravven and Screamer have jumped into the ring and are attacking Bruiser!

They whip Bruiser into the ropes, but he comes back with a double clothesline!

KING: YAHHH! Look! It's Pain and Darklord!

JR: This is a set up! Darklord has Bruiser!!

CHOKESLAM!!

KING: They're all stomping on Bruiser!

JR: Wait! Here comes the Rock!

Rock slides in! Ravven attempts a clothesline, but Rock ducks.

Rock DDT's Ravven!!

(Dangle sneaks up from behind and nails Rock with the Dangle Slam.)

JR: Oh, no! Now, Rock and Bruiser are being beatdown by five men!

KING: YAHH! Here comes Coldberg and Hollywood!

JR: And there go the Darkside and Dangle!!

Fans! What is gonna happen next?

We'll be right...

JR: Wait a moment, I'm hearing that something might be
happening backstage!

(Dreadnaught is shown at the doorway of the Deadly Medley
lockerroom. The doorway swings open as he takes a stutter step inside. His expression drops as Dollar Bill, The One, and Chuck Porterhouse are all shown sprawled out along the ground unconscious!!)

King: YAAH!! Who do you think could have gotten to each and every one of them?!

JR: I... I think somebody hasn't left there yet!

(The doorway creeps shut and from behind it, Maverick is shown to be standing behind Dreadnaught. He smiles eerily as he takes a step back.)

Maverick: Hello, Jason!

(Naturally his victims head turns to see who spoke, and just as he does Maverick greets him with a superkick to the jaw, sending him down to the ground in pain.)

Maverick: Nice to see you again, miss me?

(Maverick's hand moves under his trench coat to unveil a nightstick. He clenches it in his hand and drives the end into the back of Dreadnaught's head. A terrible thud is heard while his face is smashed into the ground by the force of the blow.)

Maverick: I think you're finished for now...

(Maverick turns to leave, then takes a second look at the body of his former teammate. He raises his cowboy boot into the air and places it just above Dread's head.)

Maverick: ... or not!

*CRUNCH!*

(Maverick is shown driving the heel of his boot into the back of Dreadnaught's head. As Maverick moves his foot away, a trail of blood can be seem pouring down from a now ripping open gash on Dread's face.)

JR: NO! Somebody get back there and stop him!

(The blood moves down to the ground as Maverick looks it for a moment then reaches down and rips open Dread's shirt.)

King: AH! What's going on now!?

(Maverick dips the end of his nightstick into the blood and writes the letters "bWo" on Dreadnaught's exposed back.)

Maverick: Not so deadly now, are you?

(Maverick spits at the unconscious body near his feet. Suddenly he grasps his head, as if suffering from a headache. He winces momentarily, but then turns to the doorway and makes his way out of the room as the scene fades to black.)

King: YAAAAH!!!

JR: We haven't seen that kind of a response from Maverick in a while!

King: What's with the migrains?

JR: I don't know, why don't you go and ask him?

King: Ok I w- wait a minute!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

From Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

The BMWF U.S. Champion... the BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
LoweDown

PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame made their way through the crowd and leapt over the railing and slid into the ring. Lowedown climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises both titles above his head. Flame stands behind her man as he hands both titles and runs around the ring a few times listening to the crowd erupt...)

King:Will someone tell me please how he got so popular? He's a raving lunatic!

JR:He gives the fans what they want!

King:I want to give these fans a cat scan! HAHAHA!


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR:They lock up! Lowedown and the Judge are fighting for position in the center of the ring and neither man is giving...GOOD LORD! Lowedown just threw the Judge almost across the ring! Lowedown is flexing right in front of the Judge as Lowedown backs away and steps into the middle of the ring.

King:He's not going to do that stupid "cross the line" thing is he?

(Lowedown looks down at the mat and then shakes his finger at the Judge and motions for him to get back into the match...)

JR:They lock up again! Lowedown places the Judge in a side headlock and now he grabbed the right arm of the Judge and places it behind his back! Lowedown is now driving hard forearm shots to the back of the Judge's head and he's got the Judge pushed up against the ropes! OUCH! Lowedown just delivered a thunderous knife edge chop to the chest of the Judge and now he's whipping the Judge into the ropes and follows in behind him with a knee to the stomach! Lowedown quickly places the Judge's arm between his legs and hoists him and just drove him down with a front slam!

King:Not wasting any time is he? That guilt by association thing of his must work for him!

(Lowedown stomsp away on the chest of the Judge as the crowd is counting behind every stomp. Lowedown picks the Judge off of the mat and picks him up for a scoop slam and then suddenly falls straight forward and drops his weight down on top of the Judge. Lowedown grabs the Judge by the hair and pushes him into the corner and stomps away again on the neck and chest of the Judge. The referee attempts to pull Lowedown away from him, but Lowedown does a quick turn and startles the referee. Lowedown places his boot right into the throat and attempts to choke him out, but releases the hold before the referee got to the 5 count. Lowedown backs away just far enough to run back and deliver a dropkick right to the face of the Judge. Lowedown rises to his feet and psyches himself up in front of the crowd as he slides out of the ring and grabs a hold of the Judge by the neck and brings his head close to the ringpost...)

JR:Lowedown wouldn't try to split his head against the ringpost would he?

King:I can't believe you even spit that question out!

(Lowedown grabs the head of the Judge and rams the side of his head into the ringpost over and over again until drops of blood appear on the side of the post. Lowedown pulls the Judge out a bit more and locks his fingers together and pulls back on the neck of the Judge. Lowedown finally releases the hold just before the referee got up to the count of 9. Lowedown slid back in the ring just in time before the referee got to 10...)

JR:Lowedown was almost counted out there by the referee as he was wanting to punish the Judge with that maneuver!

King:Lowedown wants to make it easier for other tag teams I guess.

JR: LoweDown goes for a flying clothesline, but The Judge ducks out of the way.
The Judge hits a DDT on LoweDown.
The Judge hits LoweDown with neckbreaker.
The crowd is booing The Judge.
The Judge whips LoweDown into the ropes, but LoweDown reverses it.
The Judge misses with a kick.
LoweDown hits The Judge with an elbow.
LoweDown goes for a dropkick, but The Judge side-steps and LoweDown
only hits air.
The Judge whips LoweDown into the ropes, but LoweDown reverses it.
The Judge misses with a shoulderblock.
LoweDown misses with a clothesline.
LoweDown takes The Judge down with a dropkick.
LoweDown is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, kickout.
LoweDown whips The Judge into the ropes.
The Judge hits LoweDown with a clothesline.
The Judge whips LoweDown into the ropes, but LoweDown reverses it.
The Judge misses with a kick.
The Judge hits LoweDown with a kick.
The Judge uses neckbreaker on LoweDown.
The crowd is booing The Judge.
The Judge whips LoweDown into the ropes.
The Executioner trips LoweDown.
Mike Toyota threatens The Judge with disqualification.
Mike Toyota warns The Executioner.
Mike Toyota is back on the job.
The Judge hits LoweDown with a big boot.
LoweDown goes for a DDT, but The Judge counters it with a backdrop.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
The Judge goes for neckbreaker, but LoweDown blocks it.
LoweDown hits The Judge with the Stinger Splash.

JR:Lowedown whips the Judge across the ropes and runs in after him and...NO! The Judge got his foot up at the last second and caught Lowedown in the chin! Lowedown was caught off guard and the Judge just burst out of the corner and caught Lowedown with a clothesline and both men are down!

King:The Judge just got himself a continuance! HAHAHA!

JR:Both men are slowly getting back up off the mat as they are beginning to trade blow back and forth! The Judge just caught Lowedown with a knee to the ribs and now he's whipping Lowedown into the ropes and caught Lowedown with a high back body drop! Did you see the elevation?

King:I'm sitting right here next to you! Of course I did!

(The Judge catches Lowedown with a suplex that shakes the ring as Lowedown clutches his lower back and attempts to make it over to the ropes. Lowedown rises back up as he's met with a hard right hand. Lowedown manages to catch the Judge with a rake to the eyes and then hoists the Judge onto his shoulders and then suddenly drops the Judge over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. Lowedown slowly follows out behind the Judge and flies off the apron and catches the Judge with a flying clothesline that drives the Judge's head onto the concrete. Lowedown picks up the Judge and suddenly just throws the Judge into the steel steps with tremendous force. The impact of the Judge causes the steps to seperate and the Judge flies over the top of the steps. Lowedown shakes off the cobwebs and picks up the Judge and tosses him back in the ring. Lowedown slides in after him and grabs a hold of the legs of the Judge and drives his foot into his stomach. Lowedown points to the rampway as the referee looks over and then Lowedown drives another boot lower into the groin of the Judge...)

JR:Lowedown is still a dirty player in this business as he just tricked the referee again!

King:You can trick all the referees here! They're morons!

JR: LoweDown nails The Judge with a spear.
LoweDown goes for a DDT, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge throws LoweDown out of the ring.
Mike Toyota counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
LoweDown reenters the ring.
The Judge hits a power bomb on LoweDown.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
The Judge executes a power bomb on LoweDown.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
The Judge takes LoweDown down with a power bomb.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
The Judge executes the Gavel Smash on LoweDown.
The Judge is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
The Judge goes for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but LoweDown counters it with
an armbar submission.
The Judge reaches the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
LoweDown almost takes The Judge's head off with a short clothesline
LoweDown is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, shoulder up.
LoweDown executes a DDT on The Judge.
LoweDown gets a full nelson on The Judge.
The Judge reaches the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
LoweDown hits The Judge with a sidewalk slam.
LoweDown almost takes The Judge's head off with a flying clothesline
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is really behind LoweDown.
LoweDown whips The Judge into the ropes, but The Judge reverses it.
The Judge and LoweDown get hit with a double clothesline.
The Judge takes LoweDown down with a DDT.
The Judge hits neckbreaker on LoweDown.
The Judge uses a splash on LoweDown.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
The Judge whips LoweDown into the ropes.
The Judge hits LoweDown with an elbow.
The Judge smacks LoweDown with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but LoweDown counters it with a Gorilla Press.
The chants for LoweDown are deafening.

JR:Lowedown is back on his feet! He's on fire now as he just dropped the Judge with a clothesline from hell right in the center of the ring! Lowedown is getting this crowd back on their feet as he has the Judge up again and he delivers the fall away slam on the Judge! Look out King! Lowedown is stepping towards the center of the ring!

King:OH NO! NOT THIS AGAIN!

(Lowedown stands behind the Judge as he waits for him to get back on his feet as he "draws the line" in the center of the ring and then catches the Judge with a low blow. Lowedown then locks the Judge up and delivers a t-bone suplex that catches the Judge almost on his neck and shoulders. Lowedown then looks to the crowd and shouts "BLOODFLOW!" as he picks up the Judge and places the Judge's arm behind his back and hoists him up for a double arm suplex and holds him upside down in the center of the ring. You can see the face of the Judge become bright red as Lowedown takes a few steps before dropping the Judge's feet to the ground and then hoists him up again. The Judge almost looks like he's about to vomit before Lowedown finally drops him down finally with the double arm suplex...)

JR:Lowedown is now looking to the crowd as he is signaling for the Downlowe and the crowd is on their feet!

King:He'd better not waste any time here!

(Lowedown picks up the Judge and whips him into the ropes and catches the Judge with a spinebuster and now Lowedown has dropped down to the mat and suddenly locks on the Downtime on the Judge in the center of the ring. The referee watches on and checks to see if it's a legal hold or not...)

The referee checks the Judge's arm...

He lifts it...it falls.
He lifts it again...it falls.
He lifts for a third time...

*DING! DING!*

JR:Lowedown has just cleared the courtroom with the Downtime submission on the Judge! Flame has just rolled into the ring and she just handed Lowedown his title belts as he rises to his feet! (

Lowedown slides back to the corner and places both belts on the turnbuckle and raises his hands up in victory. Lowedown and Flame then slide out of the ring and then climb on top of J.R and the King's announce table. The King is about to ask them to get off the announce table, but Flame suddenly rips open her t-shirt to reveal her bWo sportsbra and drops her shirt right on top of the King's lap...)

JR:Could we please get them off of the announce position please?

King:You tell Lowedown and I'll...I'll tell Flame...to show me her PUPPIES! WOO-HOO!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back after this!

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

From Boston, MA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Cash Flo

(A big green dollar sign forms on the ramp. A massive
explosion  rocks the stage as golden sparks rain down
from the rafters. The song "Right Here, Right Now," by
Paul Oakenfold and Ice Cube blast over the PA.)

This Right here, is Payback.
>From Way back.
I don't play that.

(Stepping out on the stage is CASH FLO. He's wearing
the TAG BELT, a pair of dark green wrestling tights,
black boots with silver dollar signs on the backs of
them. Before walking down the ramp he scans the crowd.
A second later, LOGO comes out to a huge pop. As the
music continues to play, the chorus on a loop, CASH
FLO and LOGO confidently strut down to the ring.
Before getting in the ring, he grabs a mic from the
time keeper, while Logo climbs up the steps.  When
CASH climbs the steps, Logo opens the ropes for him
and he climbs in. He holds them for her and she comes
in to.)

Cash Flo: THUGGY DREADO, this is your REALITY CHECK
speaking to you! Since the dawn of my ERA in the BMWF
you have been a thorn in my side. The first man ever
to sneak attack me was YOU. The man who took my only
friend out in MVP, was you! The man who cost me 10,000
dollars from a match with Conner Lyn and nail me with
a Nintendo Game cube, WAS YOU!!!

(Cheers)

Cash Flo: (Looking at the crowd) What, you think it's
a good thing that this stupid @$$ hit the Flo-tastic
one with a Nintendo?

(Cheers)

Cash Flo: BLEEP the whole lot of you! DREADO you suck
and you have always sucked. The fact that I don't suck
is the reason you hate me. Think about it. It's the
only reason I found to make since, since your to fat
to fight in the LH division, and since you had no
class to fight in for my Gold Belt. Tonight, however,
you have no reason AGAIN to fight me, but it's going
to happen. ME BEATING YOU! That's right, Cash Flo will
beat your stupid bald monkey @$$ tonight! All I have
to say is that your damn lucky that this is non title
shot, and that you can take to the bank. Now get out
here!


LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

The BMWF World Champion...
Dreadnaught

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 emerges. He 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. He pulls out a mic.)

Dreadnaught: Philly, you are about to witness a legend in this industry! And that legend is none other than ME! Now, that chump in the ring may be a lot of things, but he is no Thug! And he is no Dread-daddy! In fact, he still looks like the same (BLEEP) I drove through the top of an ambulance. Now, since at No Way In, you and I are going to be on the same side, I'm not gonna hit you so heavy, but, you will still be hit the same!

(Dreadnaught drops the mic and continues to walk down the ramp. He steps into the ring and shows the World Title for the entire arena to see. He hands the title off to the ref.)

JR: Here is our main event folks!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Cash Flo uses a huricanrana on Dreadnaught.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Cash Flo.
Cash Flo is going for the pin.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, kickout.
Cash Flo goes for the Swinging DDT, but Dreadnaught counters it with
a Northern Lights suplex.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The crowd is cheering on Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught hits Cash Flo with a scissor kick.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Cash Flo misses with an elbow.
Dreadnaught almost takes Cash Flo's head off with a clothesline
Cash Flo begs off.
Dreadnaught attempts to place Cash Flo on the turnbuckle, but Cash Flo
blocks it.
Dreadnaught almost takes Cash Flo's head off with a clothesline
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the ropes.
Dreadnaught misses with a clothesline.
Dreadnaught catches Cash Flo in a sleeperhold.
Cash Flo breaks the hold after 14 seconds.
Cash Flo smacks Dreadnaught with a devastating clothesline .
Cash Flo goes for a crossface chickenwing, but Dreadnaught blocks it.
Dreadnaught nails Cash Flo with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Dreadnaught is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Cash Flo begs off.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Cash Flo goes for a huricanrana, but Dreadnaught counters it with a piledriver.
The crowd is cheering on Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught locks Cash Flo in ankle lock.
Cash Flo reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.

JR: Dreadnaught and Cash are going toe-to-toe in the ring.
Cash knocks Dreadnaught back.
Dreadnaught with a knee lift.
Dreadnaught hits a snap suplex.

King: Dreadnaught is taunting the fans!

JR: Dreadnaught finally goes to lift Cash off of the mat.
Cash Flo hits a dropkick that sends Dreadnaught against the ropes.
Cash charges, but Dreadnaught hits a back drop.

King: Cash Flo just got sent to the floor.

JR: Dreadnaught looks outside and then springs over the top rope.
Dreadnaught lands a plancha on the floor.

(Dreadnaught walks over to the timekeepers table and grabs the World Title.)

JR: What is Dread doing?

(Dreadnaught holds the title next to Cash's face.)

Dreadnaught: You gotta help me keep this!

(Dreadnaught tosses the title back to the table.)

JR: Dreadnaught just slid back in the ring! I don't understand this!

King: He wants Cash to help him out!

JR:  Dreadnaught hits a powerslam on Cash Flo.

Dreadnaught beats his chest and points to the crowd..
The crowd is cheering on Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught locks Cash Flo in a sleeperhold.
Cash Flo reaches the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.

JR: Cash Flo just leaped over Dreadnaught.
He bounces off of the ropes and hits a cross body.

1…2…kick out!

King: That was close!

JR: Sure was!
Dreadnaught is back on the offensive.
Dreadnaught drops a forearm in the back of Cash Flo.
Dreadnaught locks up Cash for a Dreadbomb!
Cash slides off of Dread's back.
Cash with a whip to the corner.
Dread reverses, as Dread follows in, Cash leaps over.
Dreadnaught catches Cash Flo with a superkick right as he turns around!

King:WOW! That was an amazing exchange!

JR: Dreadnaught with a cover!

1…2…foot on the rope!

JR: Dreadnaught is furious!
Dreadnaught beats his chest and points to the crowd..
A small "Dreadnaught" chant is being started.
Dreadnaught attempts to place Cash Flo on the turnbuckle, but Cash Flo
blocks it.
Dreadnaught goes for a clothesline, but Cash Flo ducks out of the way.
Cash Flo goes for a huricanrana, but Dreadnaught counters it with a piledriver.
In turn, Cash Flo counters it with a backdrop.
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Cash Flo lifts his knee.
Cash Flo hits Dreadnaught with a swinging neckbreaker.
A few fans are booing Cash Flo, while a few others are cheering him.
Cash Flo is going for the pin.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, kickout.
Cash Flo goes for a flying elbowdrop, but Dreadnaught rolls out of the way.
Dreadnaught uses a scissor kick on Cash Flo.
A small "Dreadnaught" chant is being started.
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the ropes.
Dreadnaught hits Cash Flo with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Dreadnaught uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Cash Flo.
Cash Flo begs off.
Dreadnaught takes Cash Flo down with a dropkick.
Cash Flo begs off.
Dreadnaught goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Cash Flo counters it with
a punch.
Cash Flo puts Dreadnaught in a crossface chickenwing.
Dreadnaught reaches the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Cash Flo goes for a crossface chickenwing, but Dreadnaught blocks it.
Dreadnaught executes an uppercut on Cash Flo.
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the ropes.
Dreadnaught executes a bodyslam on Cash Flo.
Dreadnaught goes for a sleeperhold, but Cash Flo blocks it.
Cash Flo hits Dreadnaught.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Cash Flo and a few others cheering him.
Cash Flo punches Dreadnaught.
A few fans are booing Cash Flo, while a few others are cheering him.
Cash Flo whips Dreadnaught into the ropes.
Dreadnaught almost takes Cash Flo's head off with a clothesline
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the ropes, but Cash Flo reverses it.
Dreadnaught smacks Cash Flo with a devastating clothesline .
Dreadnaught goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Cash Flo counters it with
a punch.
Cash Flo goes for the Swinging DDT, but Dreadnaught blocks it.
Dreadnaught gets a wristlock on Cash Flo.
Cash Flo reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Dreadnaught whips Cash Flo into the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught places Cash Flo on the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught uses a superplex on Cash Flo.
Dreadnaught nails Cash Flo with a series of punches.
Dreadnaught places Cash Flo on the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught hits Cash Flo with the Tree of Woe.
Dreadnaught is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught goes for a clothesline, but Cash Flo ducks out of the way.
Cash Flo goes for a huricanrana, but Dreadnaught counters it with a piledriver.

KING: Now that was cool!

JR: Both men just won't quit!
Dreadnaught whips Cash to the ropes, and locks on a cobra clutch.
Cash elbows Dread and whips him to the ropes.
Cash hits a spinning heel kick!
Cash springs to the top rope.
Dreadnaught kips up!

King: Am I seeing this? He must have learned that from the Rock!

JR: Dreadnaught tosses Cash to the mat, and climbs to the top.
Dreadnaught points at Cash Flo.

Dreadnaught: This is Dread-tastic!

JR: Dreadnaught leaps off and lands the LA Hangover!
Dreadnaught with a cover.

Eddie Long counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Dreadnaught a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner... Dreadnaught!

King: That was an amazing match!

JR: It certainly was.

KING: YAHH! LOOK!

JR: The bWo is out!
Dreadnaught looks cornered!

King: Here comes Deadly Medley!

JR: These two teams are erupting in the ring!

KING: Oh, no! It's the Masked Fan!

JR: Masked Fan is in the ring!
He and Dreadnaught are trading fists!

King: The Judge just leaped over the railing!

JR: And there's Big Poppa Pump!
The war has already started King!

KING: YAHHH!

(The brawl continues as we fade...to...black...)