Date : 02/21/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Bi-Lo Center Greenville South Carolina

(The camera cuts backstage where Lowedown is shown walking from the arena parking lot into the building. The crowd cheers as they see Lowedown on the Bruisertron, who is suddenly joined by The Judge.)

Judge: Lowe, hey Lowe!

(Lowedown stops in his tracks, takes off his sunglasses, and looks at The Judge.)

Lowedown: Yes? How may I direct your call?

Judge: Did you see the schedule for tonight? The matches we made last week aren't on the card, instead we're teaming against Hardcore Harry and Ezekiel! Did you forget to go to BMWF Management and request the matches?

Lowedown: Whoa! Now hold on a minute Judgie! I thought you were supposed to request the matches?

Judge: No, that was your job!

Lowedown: And now we have to team together tonight?

Judge: That's right...look what you did.

Lowedown: Well we'll just go talk to Bruiser and...

(Suddenly, Stone Cold Bruiser walks onto the scene and stands in-between Lowedown and The Judge.)

Bruiser: Did I just hear you wanted to come see me?

Crowd: WHAT?

Bruiser: To have a little chat?

Crowd: WHAT?

Bruiser: A discussion?

Crowd: WHAT?

Bruiser: A dialogue?

Crowd: WHAT?

Judge: Bruiser, Lowedown and I shouldn't have to be forced to team together tonight...we're facing each other at Bruisermania! Last week we both picked our opponents for this week and...

Bruiser: Let me ask you something Judge, did you request the matches?

Judge: Well, Lowedown was supposed to...

Bruiser: EH EH! I thought so! Tonight the tag team match will stay as it is, and if you two get along and work together...then I will grant you the matches for next week.

Judge: So next week it will be Lowedown vs. Scotty Scott and Judge vs. Master Z?

Bruiser: If you two cooperate!

Judge: Deal..

BRUISER: And if you send in the match request!

CROWD: WHAT?

(Bruiser walks off as Judge turns to Lowedown.)

Judge: Where were you on that one?

Lowedown: (chuckling) You're such a loser. Deal Bruiser. Can I get you a Diet Coke while you're here?

(Lowedown walks off laughing as the Judge is left frowning.)

JR: The two people who will face each other at Bruisermania are being forced to tag team here tonight! What a match that will be!

>>>

(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm in a corridor, leaning on a wall. Kevin's face is faced down, and away from the camera)

Kevin: Last week, I eliminated Paddy O' Brien. Although he gave it his best, I came out ahead. Now I'm left to contend with the Dale Anderson and Ryushi Fujita. However, I did see the sign Alexei had put up last week.

(Kevin laughs)

Kevin: I am under-rated, but not because I'm a loser. Alexei still can't fathom who I am... And neither have my opponents. No matter. I will continue on...

(Kevin faces the camera, and holds up two fingers)

Kevin: The countdown... continues...

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

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

Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

LILLY: His opponent...
From Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The future Cruiserweight Champ makes his way down to the ring area, and slowly enters the ring and asks for and is handed the mic by Lilly.)

Ryushi Fujita: Greenville South Carolina you are in for a treat tongiht. After tonight you people will be able to say that you saw the future Crusierweight Champ Ryushi Fujita in action. You see after tonight I will be heading to Final Countdown to take on either Dale Anderson or Kevin Storm where I will bring home more gold to The Family. So I welcome all of you fine people here tonight to take as many flash photos of me as you'd like because after the next two weeks they'll be very valuable.

(Fujita then hands Lilly the mic back as he waits for the match to start.)

LILLY: Their opponent...
Fighting out of Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

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

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

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

Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS!

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

Kevin: Greetings to those here tonight. Now last week, I not only survived, but I eliminated Paddy O' Brien...

(Crowds cheers)

Kevin: However, I'm left with only two people. Dale Anderson and Ryushi Fujita. Now, last week they were very good opponents. I assume they'll still have some fight in them. However, by the end of tonight, one of them will be gone. Now fans, I want your opinion. Who wants to see Dale win?

(Crowds boos)

Kevin: Who wants to see Ryushi win?

(The crowds boo again)

Kevin: Who wants to see me win?

(The crowds start cheering.)

Kevin: Dale and Ryushi, it's time! Walk with me...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

PA: DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'?

(The Rock's theme plays as The Great One steps through the curtains and onto the stage.)

KING: It's President Rock! YAHHH!

(Rock stops on the stage and takes a big whiff of the People's cheers, then heads to the ring. Once there, from outside, he climbs onto second turnbuckle, raises his fist, then takes another whiff of the People''s cheers. He then goes to the announcer's table and grabs a headset.)

KING: Howdy, Prez!

(Rock puts on the head set and sits down.)

ROCK: That's President The Rock to you, jabronie!

JR: We're always glad to have you here, Mr. President.

ROCK: Oh, shut up, JR! The Rock knows you're just kissing his @$$ because you want a raise!

JR: Well, yeah, a raise would be nice!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Dale Anderson whips Kevin Storm into the ropes, but Kevin Storm reverses it.
Kevin Storm misses with a clothesline.
Dale Anderson hits Kevin Storm with a clothesline.
Kevin Storm falls out of the ring.
Dale Anderson goes outside.
Dale Anderson knocks Kevin Storm into the ringpost.
Dale Anderson uses a brainbuster on Kevin Storm.
Dale Anderson throws Kevin Storm back into the ring.
Dale Anderson uses a scoop slam on Kevin Storm.

Kevin Storm hits a snapmare on Dale Anderson.

ROCK: Why is that move called a snapmare? Have you ever seen a horse do that move?

JR: Er, no...

Ryushi Fujita gets a half Boston crab on Dale Anderson.

ROCK: And that move was probably invented by some little old lady from Leningrad!

KING: Aye, Captain!

JR: Kevin Storm makes the save.
Ryushi Fujita hits a flying elbowdrop on Dale Anderson.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita throws Dale Anderson into the turnbuckle.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a series of punches.
Ryushi Fujita hits a series of chops on Dale Anderson.
Ryushi Fujita has Dale Anderson by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off
with a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a T-Bone Suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.

ROCK: now, if this jabronie Dale Evans tries another impossible move this week, The Rock might just have to get up form his chair and smack the jabronie's lips right off his face!

JR: These kids are battling it out. Kevin punches Fujita, they start a rumble! Kevin takes down Fujita!

King: Here comes Dale with a flying dropkick to Fujitas face converted to a legdrop onto Kevins neck! He hit both of them!

ROCK: Hold on a minute, JR-bronie! If Fujita is down and Storm isn't then how did Dale perform those moves?

KING: Bad satellite feed?

JR: Dale with aconverted scoop slam on Kevin.

Dale grabs Kevin and DDT's him. With the cover.

Ref: One, kickout.

Dale picks up Kevin and gives him a dropkick to the forehead. Dale pins but Fujita runs and tosses Dale through the ropes. Fujita makes the cover.

Ref: One, two, kickout.

Dale is walking around the ring. He then beats his fists down onto the steel steps and climbs back into the ring. Dale grabs Fujita with a swinging neck breaker. Right after Dale does that Kevin goes for the between worlds on Fujita, but before he hits Fujita Dale dropkicks Kevin in the stomach while going for the move. Kevins lands on his head and falls through the bottom rope.

JR: A nice move made by Dale. He stops the Between Worlds attempt.

King: Is Kevin even okay?

JR: Well I don't know. I do know that Fujita just got out of the Bronx Buster attempt and is running toward the ropes!

Fujita swings for a hard clothesline but just ends up spinning in a circle before getting hit by an exploder. Dale doesn't cover, he just climbs the turnbuckle. Fujita slowly gets up and as soon as he is to his feet Dale launches off from the top turnbuckle and hits a flying dropkick right into Fujitas forehead. Fujita goes flying and smacks the back of his head into Kevin's face. Kevin falls and hits face first into the ringside steps. He falls down again.

JR: Did you see that sick whiplash Kevins head did on impact of those steps King:

King: I did.

JR: Do you think Dale might actually win tonight?

King: I did.

JR: Okay that made little sense. Are you still in tune King?

King: I did.

JR: What are you doing?

King: Staring at that hot girl, I think she is hotter than the divas here!

JR: Think with your mind not with your decaying hormones or wrinkly...

King: HEY!

Dale rolls out of the ring where Fujita is now resting on his head at. Kevin is still down from the steps. Dale whips Fujita into the steel steps and he hits legs first and flips over to the other side. Dale climbs into the ring and grabs the top rope. He then suicide dives his back into Kevins gut. Dale then whips Kevin into the ring and slides in following him. He then grabs Kevin and hits the spike suplex. He covers for a two count. Fujita slides in, gets up, and limps towards Dale. Kevin gets up and Fujita hits Kevin with the Honed edge. Dale grabs Fujita and clotheslines him, Kevin rolls out of the ring.

ROCK: That was good commentating, King, but the Rock isn't going to pay you any extra!

JR: Dale Anderson places Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with a top-rope neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with the Dragon Ray.
Earl Hepner counts: One, kickout.

ROCK: What is the blue hell is a Dragon Ray? Why would anybody name a move "Ray" anyway?

JR: Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with an elbow.
Dale Anderson takes Ryushi Fujita down with an Exploder.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson complains about a slow count.
Ryushi Fujita uses an inside cradle on Dale Anderson.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.

Ryushi Fujita almost takes Dale Anderson's head off with a clothesline

KING: Is using the chair like that legal in the BMWF, President The Rock?

ROCK: Only is the roody poo simulator says so, King!

JR: Ryushi Fujita nails Dale Anderson with a T-Bone Suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Earl Hepner removes the chair from the ring.

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

ROCK: Taking a breather, JR?

JR: Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with an inverted DDT.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson executes an enzuigiri on Ryushi Fujita.
Dale Anderson takes Ryushi Fujita down with a brainbuster.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson throws Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Dale Anderson goes for an Exploder, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita punches Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson kicks Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd breaks into a ""We want Arn! We want Arn!"" chant.
Dale Anderson punches Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.

JR: Dale is hit by the Between worlds! He is OUT!

King: Wait, he, he, he is getting up...

ROCK: No, no! That is Dale's dream sequence. The jabronie had better start getting real with his RPs, King!

JR: Well, how about if Fujita makes the save right here?

ROCK: Why on God's green Earth would he save the other guy from being pinned?

KING: Wait! They're all down!

ROCK: What happened? The Rock missed it!

JR: I think they all knocked their head together, Rock!

ROCK: Oh, well, they'll all be ok, then!

JR: Storm and Anderson are back up at the 9 count!

Dale whips the unsuspecting Kevin to the ropes. He grabs him from the rebound with a roll up!

Ref: One, Two, Fujita kicks Dale. Fujita lifts Dale, he goes for the Honed Edge, Dale blocks it, ARMBAR!

King: Is this one of those perfection armbars? Because Fujita is not having much luck going anywhere or breaking the hold.

JR: Kevins on the top turnbuckle! Between Worlds onto Fujita. Dale releases the armbar after getting slightly hit by the move.

Kevin pins Fujita but Dale gets up and dropkicks Kevin in the face. Dale laughs and pins Fujita, Kevin pulls Dale off and throws him out of the ring but Dale hangs onto the ropes. He slides back in grabs Kevin and throws him into the turnbuckle. He lifts him up and sets up the Bronx Buster. He hits it and Fujita is across the ring. Dale pins.

Ref: One, Two, Fujita breaks it up with a massive leap.

Dale gets up and hits an exploder to Fujita, throwing him out of the ring, and onto the floor.

King: Here we go...

JR: Oh My GOD! Fujita landed HARD onto the ground. Right now Dale has the upper hand.

Dale Anderson nails Kevin Storm with a Frankensteiner.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Kevin Storm side-steps and
Dale Anderson only hits air.

Fujita is back in!

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

Dale Anderson whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes Dale Anderson's head off with a clothesline
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.
Dale Anderson nails Ryushi Fujita with an Exploder.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Dale Anderson misses with a kick.
Dale Anderson takes Ryushi Fujita down with an enzuigiri.

(Anderson staggers Fujita with a stiff right hand and quickly follows that up with a short arm
clothesline. Fujita is stomped a couple of times before being dragged to his feet and whipped into the ropes, Anderson goes for another clothesline but Fujita counters it by ducking the clothesline and connecting with a reverse neckbreaker. Fujita quickly grabs him and drives him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex. He stomps on Anderson a few times before slowly climbing the turnbuckle and leaping off with a flying elbowdrop.)

ROCK: the Rock is going to dock your pay for every sentence that you don't commentate, JR!

JR: Dale Anderson whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Dale Anderson with a kick.
Ryushi Fujita is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dale Anderson blocks it.

JR: Dale dropkicks Kevin.

Dale grabs Kevin and throws him out of the ring. He then whips Fujita into the turnbuckle. Dale lifts Fujita.

(Anderson lifts Fujita up to hit the Bronx Buster, but just as he gets himself set Fujita pokes him in the eye causing Anderson to release him. Fuiat quickly spins Anderson around and drills him to the mat with The Honed Edge.)

JR: He goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ryushi Fujita!

KING: Anderson has been eliminated!

ROCK: Well, that was a waste of 15 minutes of The Rock's time! The Rock is going to see if Lilly Garcia wants some strudel if ya smell what The Rock is cookin'!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Ash is shown sitting alone in The Syndicate locker room, with his head in his hands. The locker room door swings open, and The Judge walks in, without Ash even acknowledging him. Judge walks over and sits down next to Ash.)

Judge: You okay?

(Ash looks up at The Judge.)

Ash: What do you think J? Haven't you seen the schedule. I can hardly say I'm looking forward to being the administration's sacrificial lamb tonight. I guess it's their way of getting us back for Donnie's interference last week, but I think it's a pretty *bleep* thing to do.

Judge: Ahh, I see. Well, I just wanted to come and talk to you about you being the ref at Bruisermania. I didn't really get a chance to talk to you about it before I announced it to the world. I just want to make sure you're cool with it, right?

Ash: Yeah, that's fine.

Judge: Okay, I just wanted to make sure there's no conflict of interest because Lowedown's your half-brother. I mean, I know you told Lowe you would call it down the middle, but you know who your allies really are, right Ash?

(Ash doesn't answer Judge, just looks at the palms of his hands.)

Judge: Ash?

Ash: What? Oh...yeah.

(The Judge frowns.)

Judge: I know it sucks having to team with Pest tonight, but you need to focus. At Bruisermania, I picked you to be the special guest ref because I need that edge over Lowedown. Are you going to be able to help me or not?

(Ash does not respond.)

Judge: ASH!!

(In one motion Ash grabs the Judge by the shirt and pulls him up off the couch. Ash pushes him back and slams him hard into the wall and stares into his eyes with an intense anger about him.)

Ash: DON'T FORGET WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO JUDGE. I've got *bleep* on my mind tonight J, and I don't need you in here begging me to look your way at Bruisermania. You want me to help you, then you help me, and right now the only thing I need help with is a way out of this death sentence tonight. Now *bleep* off and leave me alone with this.

(Ash releases the Judge who looks at him with a mix of surprise and anger. The Judge adjusts his shirt and looks Ash in the eyes.)

Judge: Fine, I'll see you around later then, you're obviously not ready to talk about this right now.

(The Judge exits the Syndicate locker room as the camera fades on a very disgruntled Ash staring angrily at the locker room door.)

>>>
 
JR: Michael Bole is standing by with Dreadnaught!
 
(Dreadnaught is seen standing to the left of Michael Bole with dark sunglasses on. He is wearing his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey and baggy jeans. One of his arms is below the view of the camera.)
 
Bole: Tonight, you and Black can get some revenge as you face Pest and Ash!
 
Dreadnaught: Your grasp on the obvious is amazing! Yeah, but the fact of the matter is this! The match should be Ash and Scotty vs Deadly Medley for those Tag Team titles. Last week, the entire world saw what we did to those cats! We took them apart, we gave them everything they could handle, and they crumbled! They lost to us! Plain and simple!
 
Bole: Yes, you did get the victory but not the Tag Team Titles!
 
Dreadnaught: Did you study for this interview this week? You are sharp! But the fact remains, the streets is watchin’ and they know what they saw! They saw two men get destroyed, and use their last bit of energy to get the match stopped and walk away with the gold! They aren’t better, they are just cowards! And on the streets, cowards get capped! So tonight, what is Ash gonna do with Pest? Those two ain’t ever tagged before! We will see what kind of champion Ash is when he has that scrub for a partner! Actually, this will be a good test for him!
 
Bole: But, also an opportunity for you and Black to take advantage of!
 
Dreadnaught: Well…
 
(Dreadnaught picks the bat up off of the ground and puts it on his shoulder.)
 
Dreadnaught: They seemed to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, so I will take advantage of the chance to crack steel against Ash’s head! And if he so happens to not move, that is the way it goes. South Central ain’t a friendly place to be, Ash better be prepared for war!
 
Bole: When do you and Black intend to get a rematch for the Tag Titles?
 
Dreadnaught: We intend to get a chance as quickly as possible! Hopefully, these two will man up at Final Countdown! They know they can’t beat us, so why don’t they just hand them over! I mean, a straight up match with Deadly Medley will produce the same results! So, either give us our match or just hand the gold over and save the fans a whole lot of time! But, knowing Scotty and Ash, they will just cower, hide, and wipe each other after they change their diapers! That is what the Syndicate is good at! Meanwhile, Deadly Medley is busy tearing up the Tag Team Ranks! You hear that noise?
 
Bole: Noise?
 
Dreadnaught: Yeah, you hear it. It’s the sound of your own demise. Brought to you by Deadly Medley!
 
(Dreadnaught looks into the camera and then walks off.)

>>>

(The scene opens backstage. Kolic is at the catering table, looking over
the snacks that are
spread out. Vernon Vanderbilt walks up to him.)

Vernon: Can I talk to you for a second?

Kolic: Sure. What's up?

Vernon: In private?

Kolic: Of course.

(Vernon takes Kolic aside, away from the table.)

Vernon: As I'm sure you're well aware, we both have some very big matches
tonight.

Kolic: Yes.

Vernon: You've got Scotty Scott, and I'm facing Alexei for his Hardcore
Championship.

Kolic: Right.

Vernon: And this glut of singles matches we've been assigned lately has
really put a damper on
our tag team plans, right?

Kolic: Yeah.

Vernon: I'm telling you, it's almost like someone in the offices doesn't
want to see this team
happen. They have us fight each other, they have us fight other people..but
never as a team. Now I don't know if it's just paranoia talking or what,
but we need to do something to show our solidarity, you know?

Kolic: Hold up. This sounds like the beginning of almost every conspiracy
theory I've ever heard. What are you getting at here?

Vernon: Well, I was thinking. Maybe we need to..take a more active
interest in one another's affairs. Let's face it, Kolic. What with our
fellow Prime Timers being conveniently distracted these days, and pretty
much everyone in the BMWF being insanely jealous of us, we really have no
one to turn to but each other. So, maybe we should just look out for each
other. You know?

Kolic: While I don't completely agree, I think I get what you're saying.

(Vernon pats Kolic on the shoulder.)

Vernon: We've got to be best friends, Kolic. If we're going to be a team,
we need to be willing to make sacrifices for one another. And we certainly
need to make sure that nothing bad happens to one another, especially before
we even get the opportunity to team up.

Kolic: So what does this mean?

Vernon: Well, Scotty is the ringleader of sorts for the Syndicate, as well
as one-half of probably THE preeminent tag team in the BMWF these days. So,
I figured I'd keep an eye on things
for you, make sure Ash keeps his nose out of things, and give you a fighting
chance at a clean victory over Scotty Scott.

Kolic: And in return?

Vernon: Just make sure nothing undue occurs during my match with Alexei.
Consider it a mutual back scratching affair that will serve our mutual
interests as a team.

Kolic: Well, I'm not looking to do anything that would tarnish our
reputations, but I think I see what you mean.

Vernon: Good. I knew you were a reasonable man. Just you wait, though.
Soon enough, people are going to sit up and take notice of us, and then
we'll be unstoppable.

(He extends his hand, and Kolic shakes it.)

Vernon: I'm gonna go get ready for my match. I'll see you very soon,
Kolic.

Kolic: Good luck tonight.

Vernon: Luck won't be necessary. I plan on winning by skill alone. I plan
on both of us winning tonight.

Kolic: Right on.

Vernon: Ciao, babe.

(Vernon and Kolic go their separate ways.)

FADE OUT

(Use this in case someone interferes in Vernon's match)

JR: Wait! Kolic just ran out of the audience and tackled (name)! Where did
he come from?

King: You just said it, the audience!

JR: I know, I meant before that. I guess that's what Vernon meant by those
two watching each other's backs! Kolic is now forcibly escorting (name) from
ringside!

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

At a total combined weight of 514 pounds...
From South Central L.A.... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Dreadnaught

His partner...
From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at 269 pounds...
William Black

PA: Do you hear that…IT”S COMING!

(Screaming voices can be heard, and then transition into “Patiently Waiting” by 50 Cent. Huge explosions erupt from the stage as the song continues to rock the Bi-Lo Center. Smoke pours through the entrance way. Then a large spot light streams down on the ramp and Dreadnaught, Black, and Spirit are standing on the ramp.)

Lillian: On their way to the ring, accompanied by Spirit, from the Red Light District…. DEADLY MEDLEY!

JR: Look at those necklaces!
King: Look at those Fedoras!

(The camera zooms in to the large necklace on Dread’s neck. It is platinum with a large DM hanging from the chain. The pendant is covered with diamonds and shines when the light hits it.)

King: William Black has one too!  It must be the gift from Dreadnaught!
(Then as the Camera zooms out, Black, Spirit, and Dreadnaught are all wearing grey colored fedoras with black bands.  Dreadnaught has his cocked sideways.)

JR: Those fedoras must be what William Black was talking about!  It's a reminder of the old days in the Urban Legends! 

(Black and Dreadnaught walk down to the ring. Black leaps up on the apron and holds the rope open for Spirit. Dreadnaught slides under the bottom rope.  All three pose for the cameras.)

JR: Black and Dread look focused tonight!  It looks like all trust issues have been put aside! These two are finally working as one.  The Tag Team Champions better be watching out because these two are coming for gold!

King: They should be the champs right now!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 522 pounds...
From San Quentin Correctional Facility... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ash

(The guttural sounds of Pantera’s  “Drag the Waters” decimates the silence of the Arena.  The Bruisertron lights up with the words “Outlaw” and “Keep Separated” as a single blast of pyro illuminates the ramp way.  As the pyro fades we see Ash emerging from the back with his half of the tag team titles slung over his shoulder.   Ash stops at the top of the ramp and stretches out his arms while soaking in the boos.  As the crowd continues to boo Ash extends the middle finger on both hands and “salutes” the crowd.  The Arena explodes in boos as Ash laughs to himself and begins his descent towards the ring.   Ash dodges debris and ignores the crowd as he rolls into the ring.  Ash pulls out a mic and signals yells out above the crowd.)

Ash:  Hey *bleeps*!  Shut your mouths while a true icon is in the ring trying to say something. 

(The crowd increases the volume of their hatred yet again.)

Ash:  We all know that this match tonight is just a set up to punish Scotty and I for our domination of the tag titles.  The powers that be in the back don’t want to see the Syndicate with the titles around their waists.  Which isn’t surprising to see this federation suppressing the dominate yet again.   So since they want to see a bloodbath at my expense tonight, then bring out this jobber Pest and let’s get this circus on the road.

(Pest’s music begins to play but instead of Pest walking out from the back he suddenly comes hurling out headfirst and lays face down on the ramp way.  Ash looks up at the ramp extremely confused.)

PA: I WAS BORN TO REIGN!

("Born to Reign" by Will Smith hits the PA system as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to get a mixed reaction from the crowd. The Judge walks out to the unconscious Pest, places a foot on his back, and raises his gavel in the air and brings it down, each time igniting a black and white pyro behind him.   The Judge makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring and looks at Ash intensely before pulling a mic from his pocket.)

Judge:  I was backstage thinking of Radioshack’s slogan “You got questions? We got Answers!” when the solution to my problems came to me.  You said it yourself Ash, if I want you to help me, I should be willing to do the same.  So you wanted to know how you can get out of your match tonight, well how about I take Pest’s place and give these losers a real fight. I’m sure these people would rather see the future BMWF World Champion than that loser Pest.

(The crowd cheers as Ash ponders the proposal.  Ash raises the mic to his lips.)

Ash:  I’m not throwing the match your way based on one match Judge, but if you really want to have my back let’s show these jokers how the Syndicate does business.

(Ash tosses the mic and extends his hand.  The Judge raises the mic to his lips.)

Judge:  I’ve got your back Ash, thrown match or not.  The Syndicate watches out for their own, And THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge tosses his mic and shakes hands with Ash.  The two of them turn their attention towards Dread and Black.)


*DING DING*

JR: Ash and Dreadnaught are in the ring.
Dreadnaught hits a knee lift that double Ash over.
Dreadnaught hammers Ash in the back.
Ash falls to the mat and Dreadnaught hammers him with kicks.
Dreadnaught pulls Ash up and whips him against the rope.
Dreadnaught catches Ash with a spinebuster.
Dreadnaught pulls Ash up and locks on a headlock.
 
King: Dreadnaught is handling Ash at this point!
 
JR: Dreadnaught shoves Ash back into the Deadly Medley corner.
Dreadnaught chops Ash.
Dreadnaught punches Ash right in the face.
 
King: The ref is pulling Dreadnaught out of the corner!
 
(From behind Black wraps the necklace around the neck of Ash.)
 
JR: Black is choking the life out of Ash!
Dreadnaught shoves Pest.
Pest charges in the ring, but the ref cut him off.
Dreadnaught kicks Ash in the stomach as Black chokes him.
 
King: Ash looks dead!
 
JR: Black hands the chain to Spirit.
Dreadnaught stands Ash up in the corner.
Dreadnaught tags Black in and they whip Ash into the ropes.
Double clothesline on Ash!

KING: You know JR, this should be really easy for William Black.
JR: Why do you say that King?
KING: Because he’s in the ring with Pest.
 
(William Black gains the advantage on Pest with a boot to the gut.  Black follows up the beating by locking in an Arm Wrench and then smacking Pest in the side of the face with an elbow.  William Black gets a small pop from the crowd after he plants Pest on the mat with a Russian Legsweep.  While Pest holds the back of his head, Black points at a cute redhead’s boyfriend and talks some trash.)
 
JR: Well Mr. Black sure seems confident and cocky tonight.
KING: Of course he is.  He’s in the ring with Pest.
 
(Black stomps on the side of Pest’s head before picking him up and Bodyslamming him in the middle of the ring.  William Black then runs into the ropes and bounces off.  He leaps into the air and comes down with a Fist Drop right on Pest’s forehead.  Cover gets two.)

JR: Judge takes down Black with a flying clothesline!

King: I can't believe how Judge just waltzed right into this match! He isn't supposed to be here!

JR: He's trying to win over Ash's support for Bruisermania!

King: And he's doing a good job too...he's dominating Black!

JR: Judge kicks Black in the stomach and then runs against the ropes...SCISSORS KICK! The Judge is heading to the top rope.

(As Black slowly gets to his feet, The Judge goes to leap off the top turnbuckle but Dreadnaught grabs his leg. Ash rushes the ring and tackles Dread down.)

King: Dread and Ash are battling on the outside!

(The Judge grabs his gavel from ringside as the ref watches Ash and Dreadnaught.)

King: YAAH! It's the Bedlam Bowl all over again! Judge has his gavel and is stalking Black!

JR: Black turns around and...BAM! Judge his hit Black with a diving shot with that gavel, he’s tossing it out the ring and the ref never saw it.

King: YAAAAH!  Cheaters!

 
JR: Dreadnaught storms into the ring and clips Pest from behind.
 
King: That is one way to bring that large man down!
 
JR: Dreadnaught grabs the ankle and twists!
Pest screams in pain as he tries to reach the ropes.
Dreadnaught sits down and pulls back.
 
(The camera shows Pest as he is just inches from getting to the ropes.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught drops the hold and leaps up.
Dreadnaught smashes his fist against the forehead of Ash.
Ash attempts to enter the ring.
The ref holds him back.
 
King: Black is off the apron.
 
JR: Black grabs the leg of Pest.
Black drags him over to the ring post.
Black pulls back.
 
**CLANG**
 
JR: Pest’s leg bounces off of the steel pole.
Dreadnaught pulls Pest back in the center of the ring.
Dreadnaught applies a Boston Crab.
 
King: Pest can’t take this!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Pest closer to Deadly Medley’s corner.
The ref checks on Pest.
Dreadnaught reaches out and Black grabs his arm!
 
King: That gives the move more leverage!
 
JR: The ref is checking on Pest who is in tremendous pain!
Ash is screaming at the ref to look up!
The ref looks up and forces Dreadnaught to break the hold!
Dreadnaught drops the hold and grabs Pests’ leg with one arm.
 
King: Pest can’t make the tag!
 
JR: Dreadnaught reaches up and tags in Black.
Black rushes in and drops an elbow on Pest’s knee!

JR: Tags between Pest and Ash.  Black’s still a little dazed after that last hit.
 
(Ash charges in towards William Black only to be taken over with an Arm Drag.  Ash ends up with his back to Dreadnaught.  Dreadnaught hits Ash in the back.  Ash staggers forward a step and turns around to face Dread, but Dread smacks him in the face.  Sensing a double Team coming, Pest tries to get in the ring, but the referee runs over and stops him.  While the referee is distracted, Black grabs Ash from behind and hooks him up for a Back Suplex.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught’s in the ring ref! Get him out of there!
KING: He can’t hear you, JR.
 
(Dreadnaught comes inside the ring.  While Black has Ash hooked up for the Back Suplex, Dreadnaught hits Ash in the face with a Superkick.  The impact carries Ash over.  He lands on the back of his head with enough impact to shake the entire ring.)
 
KING: Haha! That’s what I call using your head!  Ash just shook the entire ring with his head!
JR: Very funny, King.
 
(Black exits the ring, leaving Dreadnaught in.  The referee turns around and questions Dreadnaught and Black about the tag.  They both say there was one, so the referee believes them.)
 
JR: Now that’s just cheating!
KING: No it’s not.  It’s called lying!
 
 
Ash and Dread lock up
Ash kicks Dread in the “jewels”

JR:  Ash with a  viciously brutal kick to the breadbasket of Dread.

King:  You need to take an anatomy course.

JR:  The ref is threatening Ash.  Another maneuver like that and this match will be awarded to Dread and Black.

Ash has Dread in a headlock
Ash rushes the corner
Ash springs off the corner and hits Dread with a bulldog takedown

JR:  A brutal bulldog by Ash.

King:  That makes sense since he’s as ugly as one.

JR: Judge takes down Black with a flying clothesline!

King: I can't believe how Judge just waltzed right into this match! He isn't supposed to be here!

JR: He's trying to win over Ash's support for Bruisermania!

King: And he's doing a good job too...he's dominating Black!

JR: Judge kicks Black in the stomach and then runs against the ropes...SCISSORS KICK! The Judge is heading to the top rope.

(As Black slowly gets to his feet, The Judge goes to leap off the top turnbuckle but Dreadnaught grabs his leg. Ash rushes the ring and tackles Dread down.)

King: Dread and Ash are battling on the outside!

(The Judge grabs his gavel from ringside as the ref watches Ash and Dreadnaught.)

King: YAAH! It's the Bedlam Bowl all over again! Judge has his gavel and is stalking Black!

JR: Black turns around and...BAM! Gavel shot to the head! The Judge is covering William Black!

There's no ref!

Ash hits Black with a DDT.
Ash locks in a choke hold.
The ref warns Ash
The ref warns Ash again.
The ref breaks up the hold.

JR:  Ash with an obvious choke hold on Black.

King: Well those two don’t exactly swap Christmas cards JR.

Ash stomps away at Black. 
Ash makes the tag to the Judge.
Ash helps Black to his feet.

(Ash makes the tag to the Judge and goes after Black.)

Ash whips Black into the corner.
The Judge whips Ash into the corner.

JR:  Ash just crushed Black into the corner.  The Judge threw Ash into Black, what teamwork.

King:  This match is crushing my dreams.

Ash comes out of the corner facing the Judge.
The Judge rushes at Ash.
Ash drops down to a crouch.

JR:  Ash in a crouch.  The judge charging.   GOOD LORD… GAVEL SMASH, GAVEL SMASH.  I can’t believe it, Ash took the Judge’s momentum and launched him into the air literally leapfrogging high over Ash’s head and putting him in a position to hit the Gavel Smash on Black in the corner.  There is no way Black could have seen that coming, this is literally the first time we have seen the Gavel Smash used in this way.

King:  What a moron.  But I will admit that was actually entertaining.  But don’t let that get out, I have a reputation to keep.

The Judge pulls Black from the corner. 
Ash covers Black.

JR:  Black is away from the ropes.  The Judge with the pin on Black, Ash is fending off Dread.  This could be it.

The ref counts……

(Black Whips Ash into the ropes.  Ash comes off of the ropes and runs into a Superkick from William Black that looks like it could have knocked out some teeth.  With Ash on the ground, Black picks him up and hits him with a Brainbuster.  Cover gets two.)
 
JR: Nice Brainbuster from William Black.  Black has Ash up on his feet.  Both men are exchanging punches in the middle of the ring.  Hey what’s that Jezebel Spirit doing?
KING: I don’t know, why are you asking me?
 
(Spirit grabs a chair from ringside and steps up to the ring.  Just then, Ash goes to throw Black into the ropes, but Black reverses, sending Ash into the ropes instead.)
 
**CRACK**
 
(Spirit jumps up and hits the chair across Ash’s back as soon as he hits the ropes.  She quickly discards the chair off to the side.  Ash staggers forward and walks into a Spinebuster.)
 
JR: SPINEBUSTER! One! Two! And Pest breaks up the count!
KING: Dreadnaught is in the ring!
JR: All four men are in the ring! Double Superkick on Pest.  Pest is out like a light! 
 
(While the referee is trying to sort out the mess, William Black picks Ash up on his shoulders towards the middle of the ring.  He then dumps Ash over his shoulder with a Death Valley Driver and goes for a cover.)
 
JR: Black hooks the outside leg!

Pest makes the save!
 
 JR: Black clotheslines Ash to the mat.
Black clotheslines Pest to the mat.
 
King: William is clearing out the ring!
 
JR: Look at Dreadnaught, he is reaching under the ring!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught pull his baseball bat from under the ring.)
 
JR: William Black is pulling Ash up, Pest is up on his feet!
 
King: Pest is calling for a big boot!
 
JR: Pest goes for it!
Black ducks!
Pest drills Ash right in the chin!
 
King: Pest just turned around and saw what he did!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Pest out of the ring!
Dreadnaught slams Pest against the ring steps.
 
King: Spirit is up on the apron.
 
JR: The ref is trying to get her down!
Ash reaches over the top rope to grab Dreadnaught.
 
**CRACK**
 
JR: Dreadnaught just split Ash open with that baseball bat!
Black stalks behind Ash.
Spirit jumps down.
Black rolls up Ash from behind.
1…2…3
 
**DING, DING**
 
JR: Deadly Medley has another win against half of the Tag Team Champions!

(After the match William Black slides outside of the ring and grabs the ring bell.)
 
KING: Hey! Put that back!
JR: This can’t be good!
 
(Then Black chases down Ash in the middle of the ring by sneaking up behind him.  Ash slowly turns around and spots Black with the ring bell.)
 
**CRASH**
 
(When Ash turns around to face Black, Spirit slides inside the ring and breaks a bottle of Bombay Sapphire over the back of his head, sending him to the mat.)
 
JR: Good Lord!
 
(With Ash on the ground, Spirit and Black start laying on the boots.  Finally William Black picks Ash up and gives him an Empty Chamber in the middle of the ring.  With Ash KO’d, Black takes the ring bell and goes up to the top rope and jumps off.)
 
**BLAUNG**
 
KING: GAH!
JR: That’s just not right!
 
(William Black comes off the top rope with the ring bell under his arm.  He lands a Flying Elbow Drop on Ash’s face.  Black stands over Ash for a few seconds and then leaves the ring with Spirit.)
 
>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Bole: Vernon, you have certainly been a busy individual these past few weeks. You've already won
the Television title, and now, tonight, you face Alexei Romanov for his Hardcore title. What are
your thoughts on this sudden upsurge in your career?

Vernon: Let me tell you something, Bole. This is no mere upsurge. This is a momentum shift.
I'll be the first one to admit that I was floundering when I first made my return to the BMWF.
Hell, I thought that my time off, spent in travel, parties, and a voyage of self-discovery was all
for naught. It felt like I had not even reclaimed my rightful place, but had instead dropped off
the radar of both the fans and the talent. I was in a virtual quagmire where my career was
concerned, Michael. But now, I've looked deep within myself, and embraced my inner beast, and I
intend to channel that tonight as I steamroll my way to victory.

Bole: The last time you faced Alexei Romanov, it ended in a draw with a double count-out. Since
that will not be a factor tonight, how do you expect the match to go?

Vernon: My expectation is that this is going to be the most bloody, vicious, groundbreaking, and
exciting match of the evening. Mr. Romanov is one of the few so-called stars around this place
that I have even the slightest amount of respect for. I feel a certain kinship with Alexei,
Michael. We are two stars in the same constellation, though I obviously burn brighter. I expect
Alexei Romanov to come at me with every weapon in his arsenal, and probably some new ones as well.
I expect both competitors to bleed profusely, and if he doesn't open me up within the first five
minutes, then you can be damn sure I'll do it myself.

Bole: That's certainly an unorthodox outlook.

Vernon: Well, I've never cared much for any sort of orthodoxy, Michael. I do things my way, and
if anyone doesn't like that, they can meet me in MY field, the squared circle. I used to simply
strut and preen and try not to get my hair mussed or my makeup smeared, and yet I still managed to
win the vast majority of my matches. Can you imagine how things will go now that I've embraced
the philosophy of Violence?

Bole: I suppose that would mean more victories.

Vernon: You'd damn well better believe that, Michael.

Bole: Now, about this partnership with Kolic -

Vernon: A man that I know will make a great partner, should the opportunity ever arise.

Bole: You two seem to have very divergent world views. Do you think that will hinder your
chances of a successful run together?

Vernon: Hell no, Michael. *BLEEP* no. Opposites attract, I've heard. I think the biggest plus
to the two of us uniting is exactly the thing that people think will cause us to implode. We each
have our philosophy, and we each have our methods of victory. This means that we, as a team, will
have access to two very different styles of fighting. No one will be able to counter our attack,
because the technique will change constantly during any given match. And really, as long as he
doesn't go turning the other cheek in the middle of a fight, I think we'll prove to be a most
harmonious union.

Bole: Finally, Vernon, seeing as you're a member of Prime Time and a close friend to Tamer, I was
wondering if you could give us any information about the situation with Dizi.

(Vernon glares at Bole.)

Vernon: I would prefer not to think about that right now. I have no comment on the situation.
You need to go talk to Tamer or Danielle if you want anyone to tell you anything. Hell, you could
even go talk to Donnie. I am not involved in that mess. That's all them.

Bole: Very well then. Any parting words? We're running out of time.

Vernon: Alexei Romanov, prepare to GET YOUR FEAR ON! And everybody buy my t-shirts tonight. I
want a new car.

(Vernon swiftly makes his exit.)

Bole: On with the show!

FADE OUT

(Aquatic is sitting backstage, rocking back and forth in a chair.)

Aquatic: You know, ever since I returned the BMWF, I've heard the same knocks on me. You're too bubblegum, Aquatic. You just don't seem to care anymore, Sheila. Well, I do. I do care. And I do have a message to send. but I'm not going to do it by attacks or video packages. Or by sending potatoes, for that matter.

(Aquatic steps out of her chair, and opens her bag. She pulls out a photo op of herself with the Women's Title.)

Aquatic: Those were the greatest times of my life. Alexis, you of all people sincerely interest me. You just came into this federation and just won the title. Out of nowhere, and convincingly too. Of course, you got schooled last week, but why expend the effort on a non-title match? I was trained before I wrestled here, but obviously you had better wrestling experience than I did.

(Aquatic pulls out a lighter and burns the picture. She stomps out the flame under her feet.)

Aquatic: There. There go the memories. I burn this picture not to say that the victorious times are over for me, Alexis. I plan to recreate this same picture, and carry it with me as I carried this one. But I can't do it until I beat you. So am I challenging you? Yes. Yes, I am. Will you accept? I think you will. Call me.

FADE

>>>

(A camera shows Kolic in his locker room, taking notes on a piece of paper.)

Kolic: Hmm...an interesting trend. Not sure that it means anything, but it
is quite remarkable. I wonder what the next result will be...

(Kolic finishes writing something on the paper)

Kolic: (Noticing the cameraman) You want to know what I'm writing?

Cameraman: Sure.

Kolic: I've tracked how long I've held my titles compared to how long those
who won them from me have held them. They match up almost exactly.

Cameraman: Very strange.

Kolic: Yeah. Listen, I must prepare for my match next, if you don't mind...?

Cameraman: Yeah, no problem.

(The camera catches a quick look at the page)

Lightweight Title:
Held: Slightly less than 4 months
Judge Held: Slightly greater than 5 months

All-American Title:
Held: 1 month
Ezekiel Held: 2 weeks

TV Title:
Held: Half a month
Vernon Held: ?

Fade

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to the Syndicate Locker Room. Dizi, wearing the dress she had earlier, is sitting at a make up table, applying mascara. Donnie enters and moves to stand behind her.)

Donnie: Dizi, we need to talk.

Dizi: I'm going to see Tamer. (she picks up the lipstick and applies it) I'm on my way right now.

Donnie: Look, Dizi, if you really want to see Tamer...

Dizi: I do.

Donnie: Fine. I can't stop you. But, before you go, I want you to see something.

Dizi: You're not going to change my mind.

Donnie: Dizi, just take a quick look at a tape I have and, if you still want to see Tamer, I won't say a word.

Dizi: Fine. Where is it?

Donnie: Over here.

(Donnie walks over to a TV he has set up. Dizi follows him and watches as he hits play, a vaguely bored expression on her face.)

Donnie: He said he and Rachel were never together, right?

Dizi: Right.

Donnie: Does this look like they were never together?

(On the TV screen, a montage of clips starts to play. Tamer helping Rachel Pitt out of the stretch PT Cruiser and the two smiling at each other. Tamer and Rachel laughing at something together. Tamer on his motorcycle, Rachel riding behind him.)

Dizi: Well, that doesn't... I mean, they were friends...

(On the TV screen, Tamer lightly touches Rachel's chin bringing her face up to look at his, he moves a hair that was in front of her face to the side)

Donnie: Very affectionate ones, it seems.

Dizi: Well, Tamer is affectionate....

(On the TV screen, in what looks to be a locker room, Tamer walks over and grabs a suitcase. Tamer sets it down in front of himself. Tamer opens the suitcase and pulls out a Black and Dark Purple jacket. On the Back in dark purple with sparkling letters at the top it says Prime, In the middle there is a picture of a Queen of Hearts card and on the bottom in Dark Purple with shining letter it says Time. On The front over the left breast in cursive Rachel is written. Tamer hands it To Rachel Pitt.)

Donnie: And he likes to give presents... a black and purple Prime Time jacket. Hey, didn't he give you a black and purple Prime Time jacket?

Dizi: So, what?

((On the TV screen, Rachel smiles and says something to Tamer, then puts the leather jacket on. Rachel gives Tamer a hug and kisses him on the neck.)

Donnie: It seems as if she likes the jacket.

Dizi: Shut up.

(On the TV screen, the video then shows Tamer and Rachel in a locker room, this time, the audio comes on and their conversation can be heard.)

Tamer: There isn't enough time too describe what a great and wonderful woman you are.

(Rachel blushes. Tamer smiles.)

Rachel: I can never stay in a bad mood around you.

Tamer: I can never be close to you and not feel like I'm in a great dream.

(Tamer leans in and kisses Rachel on the lips. After a short peck Tamer stands up straight.)

Rachel: Um Josh.

(Rachel leaps to her feet and throws her arms around him. The two begin to kiss passionately. Then the tape goes blank.))

Donnie: Did that look like they weren't together?

Dizi: (whispers) No.

Donnie: I didn't want to show you that, Dizi. But, I thought you needed to know what a liar he is.

Dizi: Yeah...

Donnie: So, are you going to see Tamer?

Dizi: No... I don't want to see Tamer. Not tonight. Not ever again.

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

LILLY: His opponent...
From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

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

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

(The same riff and drums sound)

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

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic hits Scotty Scott with irish whip.
Kolic executes irish whip on Scotty Scott.
Kolic nails Scotty Scott with a punch.
Kolic hits Scotty Scott with a 619.
Kolic uses spinning headscissors on Scotty Scott.
The chants for Kolic are deafening.

King: Kolic whips Scotty into the ropes. Kolic goes for the binary blast and misses!

JR: He accidently hit the ref! The ref falls through the ropes and flat onto the ground. Kolic is looking in horror!

King: Oh no! Scotty locks in the Scottamission!

JR: Wait! Dale is running toward the ring! He slides in and is attacking Scotty Scott.

King: He released the hold off of Kolic!

JR: Dale has Scotty! He whips him to the turnbuckle! He lifts him into the hold! BRONX BUSTER!

King: Oh no! He pulls Kolic onto Scotty. The ref awakens and enters the ring. Dale has already rolled out. He counts the pin!

JR: One, two...shoulder up!

Scotty Scott catches Kolic in a chokehold.
Earl Hepner warns Scotty Scott to let go.

JR: And here comes the cavalry!

King: What's he doing!?

JR: It looks like Vernon Vanderbilt is coming to the aid of Kolic!

Vernon runs to the ring and jumps up onto the apron.
The referee sees him and goes to reprimand him, saving Kolic from getting pinned.
Vernon continues arguing with the referee as Kolic manages to get to his feet.
Vernon jumps back to the floor, but stays at ringside, watching the action.

KING: Double noggin knocker!

JR: Both of these men are out!
 
King: The ref is starting the count.
 
1…2…3…4…
 
JR: What are they doing here?
 
(The camera shows Spirit sprinting down the ramp. She gets near the ring and the ref is yelling at her to keep him out.)
 
JR: Look from behind!
 
(Dreadnaught and William Black leap over the ring barrier and Dreadnaught slides into the ring with his baseball bat as Black nails Vernon from behind.)
 
King: The ref doesn’t see Dreadnaught stalking behind Scotty!
 
JR: Dreadnaught waits as Scotty gets to his feet.
Dreadnaught holds the bat back!
Dreadnaught swings!
 
King: Scotty ducks!
 
JR: Scotty has Dreadnaught in the Scottamission!
Dreadnaught swings the bat straight bat!
 
**CRACK**
 
JR: That caught Scotty right in the mouth!
Scotty is stumbling around.
Black pulls him out of the ring.
 
King: Black is setting Scotty up on the Spanish Announce Table!

JR: We don't have a Spanish Announce Table!
 
JR: Dreadnaught leaps to the top turnbuckle.
Black jumps up to the opposite turnbuckle.
 
King: The aerial assault is coming to Scotty!
 
JR: Dreadnaught connects with the LA Hangover!
Black connects with an elbow to Scotty’s stomach!
 
**CRACK**
 
JR: The table has shattered underneath Scotty!
 
King: The told me that was called the System Overload!
 
JR: Black is helping Dreadnaught off of the floor!
 
King: Scotty is in a heap!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Scotty up and rolls him into the ring!
 
King: The battle between the Syndicate and Deadly Medley just keeps heating up!
 
(Dreadnaught, Black, and Spirit walk up the ramp as Scotty is getting covered!

JR: Kolic goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner is back on the job.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three
The crowd is behind Kolic all the way.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Backstage, we find Alexei Romanov sitting on a bench in his locker
room, wrapping his fists in white athletic tape. He tears off a piece
and stretches his hand out before grabbing his glove and tugging it
on. Beside him, laying neatly folded on the table is his Hardcore
Championship. His face does not give away any emotion, but calmly, he
lifts the belt and sets it over his shoulder, turning to address the
camera.)

ALEXEI: Just in case you were wondering, I'm not distracted. Omori-san
is recovering and I have a match to attend to. However, let me make
this perfectly clear. Kevin Storm, you finally proved to me you are
just as weak as I always thought. And you also proved to me you have
no control, pummelling a helpless old man. You disgust me. That's why,
next week, at Final Countdown, I plan on doing something Omori-san can
no longer do... Beat the living hell out of you. I'm going to give you
something you've wanted for a long time.. the chance to vent your
anger on me, but you'll still lose, because you'll always lose. You,
Mr. Storm, are a failure.

ALEXEI: But, for now, my match at hand pits me against the new
Television Champion Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt. Mr. Vanderbilt, I
can see how you have been living up to your middle name recently, and
that I admire. You've made a radical change in who you are, and it's
all good. However, there is something you should know. "Violence" may
be your middle name, but it's my nature. I don't need a moniker to
illustrate the kind of pain and carnage I'm capable of unleashing. So,
tonight, TV champ or not, you'll see how hard it can be to pry this
belt from my hands, and how hard it can be to defeat me, and you'll
find out what "violence" is all about.

(Fade...)

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore Title match!

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...

Alexei Romanov

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

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

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

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

The BMWF TV Champion... the BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt

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

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt seems particularly focused tonight, King. He really wants that Hardcore
Championship belt!

King: I can't wait! This is going to be the best match of the night!

JR: These two competitors are among the most innovative grapplers to ever set foot inside the
squared circle.

*DING DING*

JR: And we're underway! Our new Television Champion, Vernon Vanderbilt
going up against the Hardcore Champion, Alexei Romanov!

KING: Why isn't Vernon putting his belt on the line, too, huh?

JR: Because Alexei didn't want it, King! He's just interested in
defending his own title successfully. Speaking of that, Alexei is off
to a good start. He's got Vernon backed into a corner and he's laying
into him with a few nasty looking knife-edge chops! Vernon grabs him
and throws *him* in the corner, and he's starting to return the favor!
He grabs the defending champion and shoots him across the ring,
knocking him into the opposite corner. Vernon comes rushing in, but
Alexei catches him in the jaw with a big boot! Vernon comes stumbling
back in and Alexei catches him and drives him to the mat with a
spinebuster!

KING: He's not looking so violent now, is he? HA HA!

JR: The match has only just begun, King! Alexei's leaving the ring and
he's pulling out a big bucket of weapons he must've been stowing under
there! He's got kendo sticks and lightbulbs and god only knows what
else!

KING: I'd loan him my septer, but I wouldn't want to see it get destroyed!

JR: And it would, I could guarantee you that much! Alexei grabs a
couple of kendo sticks and heads back into the ring. Vernon is just
starting to get up. Wait, what's he doing? Alexei just tossed one of
the kendo sticks to Vernon! He's inviting the TV Champ to hit him with
that weapon!

*CRACK!!*

JR: Oh my! Vernon just blasted Alexei over the top of the head with
that kendo stick, but he's only momentarily phased. Now it's his turn!
Alexei winds up and delivers!

*CRACK!!*

JR: Vernon just took a mighty shot right there, but he's quickly
recovered from it, too! Now they're trading off shots left and right!

*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*

JR: Good God almighty! And they're both down! What a display!

KING: YAHH!

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with spinning heel kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a guillotine legdrop on Alexei Romanov.
Vernon Vanderbilt doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a hurricanrana.

Vernon and Alexei lock up!
Vernon takes Alexei down with an arm drag.

JR: Vernon's reaching into his tights!

King: The match has just begun!

JR: I don't think we're in for a scientific match-up tonight, King, and I don't think the fans
mind one bit!

Vernon pulls out his brass knuckles and slips them on.
Alexei is back on his feet.

JR: But not for long! Vernon just laid him out with a solid right to the cranium!

Vernon is right on top of Alexei, pummeling him senseless with the brass knuckles.

JR: Alexei is busted open and we're not even a minute into the match!

King: Tee hee! This is awesome!

JR: This is downright nasty!

Vernon stands up and circles the ring like a panther stalking its prey.

Vernon Vanderbilt throws Alexei Romanov out of the ring.
Vernon Vanderbilt rolls out under the bottom rope.
Vernon Vanderbilt is handed brass knuckles.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits him with the knuckles.
Vernon Vanderbilt doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits him with brass knuckles.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Alexei Romanov is handed sheet of glass.
Alexei Romanov hits him with the of glass.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: And both men are now outside the ring!

Vernon whips Alexei into the steel ring steps.
Alexei flies over the top of the steps.
Vernon is right behind him.
Vernon leaps up onto the steps and then back off, striking Alexei with an elbow drop.

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt isn't giving Alexei Romanov a moment's rest in this match!

Vernon picks Alexei up and rams his back into the guardrail.
As Alexei leans against the guardrail, Vernon rushes at him, attempting a clothesline.
Alexei counters with a backdrop, sending Vernon hurtling into the audience!
Alexei climbs over the guardrail in hot pursuit as Vernon gets to his feet.
Alexei goes for a punch, but Vernon sidesteps and counters with a Russian legsweep.
Vernon drops another elbow on Alexei.
Vernon follows up with a flipping leg drop.
Vernon grabs Alexei by the hair, dragging him to his feet.
He whips Alexei away from the guardrail and down the aisle.
Vernon follows close behind and takes Alexei down with a clothesline from behind.
He grabs Alexei's head and begins smashing him face first into the floor.
Vernon grabs Alexei by the arm and starts dragging him toward a door.

JR: Where is Vernon taking Alexei?

They emerge on the other side, finding themselves in the arena lobby.
Vernon surveys the scene and zeroes in on a concession stand.
Alexei is back on his feet at this point.
The two men head behind the counter as frightened employees scurry out of the way.
Vernon nails Alexei with a series of punches to the head.
Vernon grabs Alexei by the hair and drags him over to a cotton candy machine.
He plunges Alexei's head into the machine and turns it on.
After several seconds, Alexei manages to extricate himself from the device, his head swathed in
pastel candy fibers.
Vernon leans in and licks off some of the candy.

Vernon: Violence is Sweet!

As Alexei struggles to scrape the candy off of his face, Vernon is looking for weapons.
Vernon grabs a hot dog and heads toward Alexei.
A few more punches and Alexei is momentarily subdued.
Vernon crams the hot dog into Alexei's mouth.

Vernon: He's choking! Someone help!

Vernon chuckles.
He positions himself behind Alexei and locks his hands around his waist.

JR: I think Vernon's going to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Alexei!

King: He's such a humanitarian!

JR: I don't think he's trying to help, King.

Vernon performs several thrusts, taking the wind out of Alexei.

He throws Alexei to the ground and grins at the crowd of spectators.

Vernon Vanderbilt is handed a hockey stick.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits him with the stick.
The crowd is wildly cheering Vernon Vanderbilt with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a kneedrop on Alexei Romanov.

Vernon Vanderbilt throws Alexei Romanov back into the ring.

JR: Somehow these men are back in the ring! They've been back and forth across this building,
but it looks like this match will end where it started!

Vernon takes Alexei down with a high dropkick to the head.
Vernon rolls out of the ring and starts poking around underneath.
He pulls out a sizable length of barbed wire.

JR: Dear gawd! What's he going to do with this?

King: Probably something painful!

JR: This can't be good for Alexei Romanov!

Vernon rolls back into the ring and proceeds to lay into Alexei with a variety of stomps and
kicks.

JR: What's he doing?

Vernon starts wrapping the barbed wire around his torso!

JR: Vernon Vanderbilt is a maniac! This man is certifiably insane!

King: And entertaining! Don't forget entertaining! Make him bleed, Vernon!

Vernon is now wrapped in barbed wire, the blood flowing from various nicks and scratches.

JR: He's climbing to the top rope!

Vernon blows a kiss to the crowd and points to the stars.
Vernon takes the leap.

JR: DEAR GAWD NO!

Vernon lands a brutal-looking barbed wire moonsault!

JR: These men have destroyed one another! How can this match continue?

Vernon is moving first, trying to get the barbed wire off of his body.

JR: This man has put his body on the line in his quest for the Hardcore Championship!

King: Yippee! This match is awesome!

JR: This is almost disgraceful, even for a hardcore match.

Vernon Vanderbilt goes for the End of the End, but he can't do it.
Alexei Romanov takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a rolling elbow smash.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a superkick.
Alexei Romanov executes a Russian legsweep on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Alexei Romanov uses a European uppercut on Vernon Vanderbilt.

Alexei Romanov uses a spinebuster on Vernon Vanderbilt.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes, but Vernon Vanderbilt
reverses it.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a shoulderblock.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a swinging neckbreaker on Alexei Romanov.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a hurricanrana on Alexei Romanov.
The crowd is wildly cheering Vernon Vanderbilt with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes, but Alexei Romanov
reverses it.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Alexei Romanov with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a swinging neckbreaker on Alexei Romanov.
Vernon Vanderbilt is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a moonsault on Alexei Romanov.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Vernon Vanderbilt throws Alexei Romanov into the turnbuckle.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde pulls down the top rope.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes through the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt is handed crutch.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits him with thecrutch.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a kneedrop on Alexei Romanov.
Vernon Vanderbilt chokes him with crutch.
Thecrutch is broken in half.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Alexei Romanov into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for cartwheel clothesline, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov runs Vernon Vanderbilt into the ringsteps.

JR: Vernon's got those brass knuckles again!

Vernon slips on the brass knuckles.
He whips Alexei to the ropes.
Vernon rebounds off the opposite side.
End of the End!
Alexei is down and out.
Vernon goes for the cover.
The ref counts: One! Two!
Vernon pulls Alexei's shoulders up!

JR: He's not done yet, but showboating could cost Vernon the match if he's not careful!

Vernon whips Alexei to the ropes again.
Another rebound, and ANOTHER End of the End!

JR: This is too much punishment for one body to take! Alexei won't be able to move after this
match!

King: That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

JR: Stop it! These are young men's careers, their lives we're talking about here! Vernon is
acting completely irresponsible!

King: Isn't it great!?

JR: I give up.

Vernon goes for the cover.
The ref counts: One! Two! Thr---KICKOUT!

JR: ALEXEI KICKS OUT! ALEXEI KICKS OUT! GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY, ALEXEI KICKS OUT! THIS MATCH AIN'T
OVER YET, BY GAWD!

King: Settle down before you pop an aorta there, JR.

JR: The fight goes on!

Vernon looks angry.
He grabs Alexei and drags him to his feet.

Alexei pokes him in the eyes.

JR: What a fight we've seen so far, King! TV Champion vs. Hardcore
Champion! It's a shame it's not a battle for the belts, you know?

KING: That's okay, JR. I just like a good, old-fashioned battle!

JR: That's what we've got! Now, Alexei's got Vernon backed into the
corner and he's beating him down into a sitting position with some
heavy punches! He pulls Vernon back up and tags him with a few
european uppercuts before slamming him down with a Russian legsweep!

KING: I still think that's ironic.

JR: And.. wait a second, King, what's this!

(Kevin Storm appears on the stage, slowly making his way to the ring)

KING: Hey, what's he doing out here?! Security!!

JR: This can't be good for Alexei Romanov, I can tell you that much,
King! Storm's out here, but he's just standing at the foot of the
ramp! I don't think Alexei's noticed him, and it may not be such a
good thing if he does, either! Neither man is happy with the other one
right now! Alexei just clotheslined Vernon to the mat and he turned
around, aaand he just saw Storm!

KING: Oh, this can't be good! Focus, Alexei, focus!!

JR: Storm and Alexei are just staring each other down, but Vernon's
getting up! He rolls up Alexei from behind!

The ref counts: One.. Two.. Th-- kickout!!

JR: That was mighty close, and now Storm is coming down to ringside!
Alexei and Vernon are up, and Alexei swings a mighty lariat toward
Vernon, but the TV champ ducks and grabs his head, driving it to the
mat in a sit-out slam! Vernon rolls from the ring and tosses in a
couple of chairs! He grabs one and, as Alexei gets to his feet, he
swings!

*CRACK!*

JR: And Alexei Romanov has just been laid out by a brutal chairshot!
Vernon is standing by, waiting for him to get up again, and he swings!
But Alexei ducks and he superkicks the chair!

*CRACK!!*

JR: Vernon just took that chair right to the face! And now they're
both out! They've been giving it their all this entire match long, and
now Alexei is crawling over for the cover!

The ref counts: One.. Two... Thr--KICKOUT!

KING: You've got to be kidding me!

JR: Vernon kicked out, but neither one of these men are moving that
quickly! Alexei starts to head out of the ring and he's digging
underneath it. He's sending a table into the ring! He sets the table
up near a corner and lays one of those chairs on top of it! Vernon is
getting up, but Alexei is driving into his temple with a few
elbowshots. He whips Vernon into the corner and starts taking him to
the top! He sets the challenger up for a superplex, but Storm leaps
onto the apron! Both men are standing on the top rope, and Storm
shoves them both!!

*CRASH!!!*

(The crowd begins chanting "Holy *BLEEP*! Holy *BLEEP*!")

KING: YAHH!

JR: Alexei is down, Vernon is down, and Storm is just looking on! But
hold on, Alexei and Vernon are both pinned to the mat, and they both
have their arms over each other! This match can't end like this, can
it! But what's Storm doing!

The ref counts: One... Two...

(Just as the ref counts "Two", Kevin Storm grabs Alexei's boot and
puts it onto the bottom rope.)

JR: What the--?

KING: The ref is up! He's kicking Kevin Storm out of the ring area!
JR: Storm has a mic in hand! What do you suppose his intentions were, King?

KING: You tell me, JR!

(As Alexei gets to his feet, Storm climbs in the ring to stand face to
face with him.)

STORM: Consider that... my insurance. Next week, you're on.

(Dropping the mic, Storm leaves the ring and returns backstage)

KING: Is the ref going to continue the match...?

(Vlad appears at the top of the ramp and slowly begins walking down towards the ring; he has his hockey stick with him.)
 
JR: Oh no, Vlad is here and I think he’s looking for revenge.
 
King: The newcomer lost his title match last week, and his manager got hurt in the process.
 
JR: Let’s hope he hasn’t brought any pucks with him.
 
(Vlad climbs onto one of the turnbuckles, Vernon whips Alexei towards into the turnbuckle. Vlad lifts Alexei by the throat with his hockey stick.)
 
King: Vlad is chocking Alexei!
 
(Vlad releases the choke hold and Alexei drops to the mat, holding his neck and gasping for breath. Vlad lifts Alexei and pushes him into the corner; Vlad begins repeatedly hitting Alexei in the ribs with the top end of his hockey stick. In the meantime, Vernon takes some time to recover and sets up a table in the middle of the ring.)
 
JR: Surely Vlad should be called for sticking here.
 
(Vlad throws his hockey stick to the side and puts Alexei’s head between his legs. Vlad hooks Alexei’s arms and delivers a double underhook powerbomb, putting Alexei through the table.)
 
JR: Alexei is not moving.
 
(Vlad slightly lifts his hockey mask and spits at Alexei's lifeless body, nods at Vernon, grabs his hockey stick and walks out of the ring.)

JR: Wait! Vernon nails Vlad with a chop block! The big man is down!

KING: Alexei has the hockey stick!

JR: Oh, no! Vernon has Vlad and is holding him in the corner from the outside.

Alexei shoots!

*GONG!*

KING: He scores!

JR: Alexei just hit Vlad right in the you-know-where with that hockey stick!

KING: The ref ahs called off the match!

JR: This was one of the most brutal, most hair-raising, most dangerous matches I have ever seen
King. These two men will never be the same.

King: And there will be no little Vlad's!

JR: Whoever could still stand after this display of violence and brutality deserves to have that
belt, King.

Vernon: Violence!

(Mr. Beauregarde pats Vernon on the back and helps him out of the ring. Once on the floor, Vernon
shrugs Clancy off, determined to walk to the back on his own.)

JR: I am speechless, King.

King: It's about time.

JR: This match will surely go down in the annals of history as one of the most bizarre and
punishing bouts ever! Folks, we've got more of the show to get to, but you can rest assured, this
is a match that will linger in the fans' minds, and ours as well, for years to come. Let's get on
with the show. Good gawd. Good gawd.

KING: you don't talk like that, do you?

JR: No, that wasn't me! I swear!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera fades in to show Slim Jim Sullivan standing in front of the BMWF
Bedlam set holding a microphone in his hand)

Slim: Hello folks, before the big main event tonight I thought I would get a
quick word with a one, Hardcore Harry.

(The camera pans out revealing Hardcore Harry standing there next to Slim)

Slim: Harry, tonight you find yourself teaming up with a man you don't
exactly see eye to eye with, Ezekiel. You both will be facing to two men
that will be main eventing Bruisermania!

Harry: Yes I know, tonight is where I am going to prove I should have been
in that same spot The Judge is in. When I go out there and pin Lowedown,
1..2..3 everyone around the world will know that it should have been me at
Bruisermania!

Slim: Last week you took on our current World Champion in a non-title match,
you failed to win then, what makes you confident about tonight?

Harry: I didn't lose either Slim. Last week I showed I could hang in there
with the champ and as I said tonight I will prove I can beat him.

Slim: I see... but you haven't mentioned your partner for tonight yet.

Harry: Ezekiel.. what is there to say? Last time we met I was standing in
the ring last week staring him down just after I finished my job with The
Union. As a matter of fact I heard from the officials that Mafioso will be
gone for several months.

Slim: Yes, I heard that as well, but the main story about you is what is up?
What are your plans for Bruisermania?

Harry: You know, I am not a hundred percent sure as of right now but I know
one thing, I will be walking out of Bruisermania with gold around my waist!

Slim: I understand.. well do you have any final words before your match
tonight?

(Harry looks into the camera directly)

Harry: Ezekiel, I don't know if you are pissed about what I did last week
during your match but deal with it, that was between Tobey and myself. If
you have any problems with it then I will not hesitate to take your @$$ to
the woodshed but do not, I repeat, do not screw this match up for me
tonight!

(Harry storms off leaving Slim standing there alone)

Fade..

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