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

Date : 3/1/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : San Diego Sports Arena San Diego California

JR: Folks, later tonight we are going to have the services for the recently departed Master Z., but right now, we are going backstage with Dreadnaught!

(The camera shows the backstage area of the San Diego Sports Arena. Michael Bole is standing next to Dreadnaught. Dreadnaught has a large smile on his face as he looks at the US title which is draped over his shoulder. He looks into the camera and pulls off his sunglasses.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, you certainly had an impressive night at No Way In!

Dreadnaught: That was a crowning achievement in my life Bole, no doubt! But, things just keep getting better, because tonight, me and WL face up against Vern and Scotty. That is a prime time match, and will preview how badly I will smack around that short (BLEEP) Scotty!

Bole: Speaking of Scotty, people have been questioning what business you had interfering in his match with White Lightning at No Way In!

Dreadnaught: I know, my email has been full of just the same question! But, these people can’t knock the hustle! See, it is just like this. Let’s rewind the clock back to Brusermania 2003! I just had the match of my career, and Scotty returns to destroy me in the middle of the ring. He took me out for months! He didn’t seem to care, so I am taking straight to him! But, we also know he ain’t man enough to hold that TV title and represent like I do anyway, so let’s just forget that point.

Bole: I know you have asked to sign the contract for you and Scotty at Bruisermania next week on Bedlam!

Dreadnaught: You are up on your game tonight Bole! Yeah, I know Scotty, and we all know how he likes to run away from people. He builds a camp around him of seventy immigrants, and then hides! Or, he just straight up runs away. So, I want him locked in to a contract. I want to know that later this month, I can kill of Scotty once and for all. People call him a legend, I call him a coward! He is nothing to me! NOTHING! The streets are telling me that Scotty ain’t gonna make it to April! You can bank on that! But tonight, I ain’t gonna finish him off! I am going to take him down, one piece at a time. And then, I will straight up wipe him off the mat! Believe the hype! I came to bring the pain!

(Dreadnaught points at the camera and then walks off.)

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

LILLY GARCIA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, The Headhunter!

KING: What an unexpected pleasure.

JR: I’m sure. The Headhunter seems to be walking a little gingerly. Just one
week ago him and Tamer gave their all in the first ever Patriotic Flag Table
match, but in the case of The Headhunter it was not enough. He was smashed
through a table from the stage when it looked almost certain that he would
win.

KING: So America triumphed again!

(He reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. He stands in the
centre of the ring, raises his hand to his neck and cuts across his throat
with his thumb in the traditional cut throat manner. As his thumb reaches
the far side of his throat, a pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig
towards the top of the ramp. As it hits the whole of the front of the stage
erupts in pyro flames. He moves over to Lilly Garcia and takes a microphone
as the music fades. A “BLEEPhole” chant begins.)

HEADHUNTER: Now I know what you’re all thinking, it’s obvious. You think
that I’m going to come out here and make excuses as to why the Gold Belt
isn’t on my shoulder and why Tamer isn’t moving around here in a wheelchair.
But the truth is: I have no excuses. I was beaten, and that makes me feel
sick.

(Some of the crowd cheer.)

HEADHUNTER: You see I know for a fact that I was the better man last week,
and I am still the better man. But I didn’t pull it off. And I’ve got news
for you all, this story isn’t over, it’s just taking an intermission. Tamer,
I’ll be coming back for you, belt or no belt. And this time I will finish
the job. I still have plans for your destruction, they just happen to be on
hold. Your American BLEEP will be crippled!

(Boos become immense.)

HEADHUNTER: I have another issue to address and that is Kurt Dangle. Two
weeks ago you came out here after my match and slapped your ankle lock on
me. Then last week, during the biggest match since my return, you turned all
cheerleader with you US bum chums. Well I’ve had it with you, this needs to
be settled. So I’ve got a proposition for you. No, not like that.
Bruisermania is just around the corner, so how about we have a battle for
the ages. You seem to have got your little Team USA together pretty well, so
how about you bring them to the ring at Bruisermania. I’ll meet you there,
with my team, Team Great Britain!

JR: What?

KING: Who’s going to be in that?

HEADHUNTER: Yeah, I’ll bring together the finest athletes from Great Britain
to take on your team. And Dangle, if I can’t make up the numbers I’ll take
the three of you on myself!

JR: Big claim!

HEADHUNTER: But before all that I have a match tonight, don’t I. I team up
with Eco-system to take on Team Beautiful and Pain. Now Eco-system come from
Norway, in Europe, as is Britain. I’ve never really considered myself
European, I don’t know what it is, but Britain seems very different from the
rest of Europe. But a few weeks ago I saw some similarities between myself
and Eco-system. I saw their tape of the atrocities that the American people
put on their fellow Norwegians. It is disgusting and they are not happy
about it. So it seems that someone has my back in this fight against
America. So I am happy to fight beside them tonight and lead a
Anglo-Norwegian army to victory!

(Boos erupt further.)

HEADHUNTER: Team Beautiful and Pain, get ready for war tonight. Tamer, don’t
take your eyes off me because I’ll never be far behind. Dangle, Gomer,
Slobber, get ready for hell at Bruisermania, if you have the knackers to
show. The target moves so fast nowadays, you never know who the next
casualty will be!

(The Headhunter drops the mic and drops out of the ring. “Bullets” by Creed
plays over the PA as The Headhunter starts walking up the ramp.)

KING: That should be a great Bruisermania match! The biggest event of the
year and we get to see a jobber and a fat ex-wrestler competing!

JR: Slobber was a great competitor in his day!

KING: His day past by a few centuries ago JR.

(The Headhunter disappears through the curtain.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is a scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
From Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

("Back in Black" plays and out walks Tobey still in his tux with "The Director" Shawn Rollins. Tobey makes his way to the ring. He takes the mic)

Tobey: Now I know you are all wondering what is Tobey doing in a tux in the ring. I thought I would give all of the ladies a thrill and take my clothes off, IN THE RING. NOW HIT THE MUSIC.

(Back in black plays and Tobey first takes off the jacket. He then slowly takes off the shirt and throws it into the crowd. Then Tobey gives the pants a quick jerk to show his gold tights with black lettering on them that says "Movie Star" down both legs.)

Tobey: OK ladies, calm down. Now as you all seen last week I was at the Prime Time mansion. The bWo was kind enough to let me stay in RACHEL PITT'S room. Nice satin sheets, nice satin curtains and nice SATIN PANTIES.

(Tobey pulls a pair of Rachel's panties out of his pants and then kisses them and flings them into the crowd.)

Tobey: You like that buddy. (points at a nerd in the second row.) Take them home and dream buddy. Now let's get down to the PUPPIES!

(Tobey then pulls out a red bra and kisses each cup and then throws it into the crowd.)

Tobey: You like that honey. (A woman in the front row, weighing about 400 pounds is screaming and holds the bra up for everyone to see.)

Tobey: Even the women love you Rachel. BUT NOW I HAVE SOMETHING THAT ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE AND YOU ALL CAN HAVE. When I was at the mansion, I set up a hidden camera in Rachel's room. I have the hottest tape since Paris Hilton. AS A MATTER OF FACT, it's HOTTER than Paris Hilton. Hotter, because we all get to see what kind of man Tamer is, or isnt.
You see, it turns out that Tamer is shooting blanks in the bedroom. ACTUALLY he ain't shooting anything. But act now, go to www.rachelisabimbo.com and you can purchase the new video, hot off of the hidden camera. I call it "Rachel's Disappointment". It's on sale for $9.95. Why so cheap? Because this is Rachel Pitt we're talking about. Cheap is her middle name.

(Suddely, 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.)

KING: YAHHH! Bruiser is going to be Milliken's opponent! YAHHH!

(Bruiser jumps in the ring and does the four corner salute to the fans. He then stps and gives a cold stare at Millliken. He grabs a mic.)

BRUISER: Well, let me ask this crowd something! If ya want to see Bruiser whoop Tobey Milliken's @$$, give me a "HELL, YEAH!"

BRUISER: Just in case yer hard of hearing, jackass, ya got about 20,000 people saying they want me to whoop your @$$!

(The lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron.)

JR: OOH MY!!!!! BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!!!!!!

(As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and the following
words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

JR: LOOK AT THE LOOK ON TOBEY MILIKEN'S FACE!!!!

King: HA HA! What? Did he see a ghost or something?

(There's a quick flash of pyro. A large Jamaican flag drops over the stage
and the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche kicks up. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

(There's another shot of pyro and the flag drops. Tyrone is standing on the
stage with his arms out)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith is standing on the stage jumping up and
down in excitement screaming something out. He stops jumping and points to
Tobey Miliken in the ring)

King: Tyrone is pointing at the newest corpse in the BMWF. Looks like we're
going to have another memorial at next Bedlam!

JR: And Stone Cold Bruiser is just smiling from ear to ear at this. He knows
Tyrone is going to rip Tobey Miliken apart.

(Tyrone makes a mad dash for the ring. He slides in and immediately charges
towards Tobey Miliken, leveling him with a boot to the face. Tyrone turns to
Bruiser and shakes his hand)

JR: I don't care what anyone has done, they do not deserve to be fed to the
lions like this!

DING DING!

JR: There's the bell and Tyrone is wasting no time going to work on Miliken.
Tyrone repeatedly stomps on the back of Tobey's head.
Tyrone picks Tobey up and he's signaling something.
Tyrone has Tobey on his shoulders for a. POWER BOMB!!!!!!!
TYRONE JUST POWERBOMBED TOBEY MILIKEN RIGHT ON TO HIS HEAD!!!!!!!

(Tobey's on the ground on his neck with his feet over him so that his body
is folded up and his back is exposed to Tyrone, who takes advantage of it)

JR: Tyrone just kicked Tobey Miliken in the spine as though he was kicking
the game winning Field Goal in the Super Bowl!
And now Tyrone is going back to stomping repeatedly on the back of Toby's
head!
This is inhumane!

King: But it sure is a whole lot of fun to watch!!

JR: Tyrone appears to be setting Tobey up for a Reverse DDT
NO! Tyrone lifts Tobey up and...... OH MY!!!
Tyrone has just nailed a Reverse Brain Buster on Tobey Miliken!

King: Ha ha! Talk about a fall! Tyrone is 7'4". It's like falling right on
to the top of your head from the roof of a small shed!

JR: Tyrone is walking over to one of the turnbuckles.
He's taking off the padding on the top turnbuckle!
Tyrone has Tobey up and ready for another power bomb in the middle of the
ring.
RUNNING POWER BOMB!!! Tyrone ran from the middle of the ring and power
bombed Tobey in the corner with the unprotected turnbuckle!!! Tobey's head
made a sickening thud when it hit the unprotected steel turnbuckle.

King: And it looks like Tyrone isn't finished yet JR!

JR: Tobey's body flew forward from the impact of being powerbombed neck
first onto the unprotected turnbuckle and Tyrone caught him by the neck.

Tyrone has Tobey in the air for a chokeslam! Look at Tyrone's strength!!
Tyrone is climbing to the second set of ropes.

OH NO!!!

*THUD*

JR: GOOD LORD!!! Tyrone Smith just sent Tobey Miliken hurtling down to the
floor below. Miliken's head miss the steel steps by inches!

Tyrone is outside now. He is slamming Tobey's face into the steel steps over
and over again!!!
The referee is starting his ten-count!
Tyrone is dragging Tobey over to the ramp
Tyrone is rubbing Tobey's face into the ramp like it's a cheese grater
The referee is at 5
Tyrone doesn' care. He's chocking Tobey on the ramp!
The referee counts 8...9... 10!!!!!!

DING DING

JR: Tyrone and Tobey have both been counted out!

BRUISER: No no no no no!!! ANGH ANGH!!!! I forgot to tell ya! This is a no count out match! LET THEM FIGHT!!!! Start this match up again!

JR: Stone Cold Bruiser is calling for the Time Keeper to ring the bell again
to restart the match!

DING DING!

JR: Here we go again!!!
Tyrone whips Tobey into the steel step!
Tobey's body hits the steps and flips over.
Tyrone has a set of the steps and.....

*CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK*

JR: DEAR HEAVENS!!! Tyrone is just viciously beating Tobey with that set of
steps!
Tyrone lays Tobey's body over the other set of steps. What is he doing?!

King: Oh no, JR!!!

*CLANG* *CLANG*

JR: SOMEBODY STOP THE MATCH!!! Tyrone is making a Tobey sandwich using two
slices of steel steps!!!
And finally, Tyrone is rolling Tobey back into the ring.

JR: Tyrone is signaling for the Ganja Drop.
He has Tobey hoisted up
GANJA DROP ON TOBEY!

King: I don't think Tyrone's done.

JR: Tyrone isn't making the pin.
He's signaling for one more!
GANJA DROP ON TOBEY AGAIN!!

King: Still no pin...

JR: No no no... not again!
Tyrone has Tobey up in the Torture Rack yet again and.....

GANJA DROP ON TOBEY A THIRD TIME!

King: Uh.. JR. He's still not pinning Miliken... he's not doing anything

JR: Tyrone is looking deep down at Miliken, straight through the bloody
buddy laying in the middle of the ring.
Tyrone grabs Tobey by the throat and lifts him up
Tyrone has Tobey up in the air for the.........
CHOKESLAM!!! Tobey's body bounced with the impact, the velocity Tyrone
chokeslamed him with!!!

Tyrone puts one foot on Tobey's chest.

(The Couch is standing by with "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt.)

Couch: Vernon Vanderbilt, tonight you team with BMWF
legend Scotty Scott against the team of Dreadnaught
and White Lightning.

Vernon: No! Really?

Couch: Yes.

Vernon: I realize that, Futon.

Couch: That's Couch.

Vernon: Don't correct me, son.

Couch: Okay.

Vernon: Now...next question.

Couch: Well, how well do you think you and Scotty
will work together? You're certainly an odd couple.

Vernon: Odd or not, I think we'll do just fine. I
know Scotty and I aren't necessarily fashioned from
the same cloth. I'm some quality cashmere, and he's
more of a...burlap kind of fellow. But we both know
how to get the job done between the ropes. I couldn't
ask for a better partner. Well, maybe if I had a
clone.

Couch: A clone?

Vernon: Could you imagine another me? That would be
fabulicious!

Couch: Sure.

Vernon: You don't think so?

Couch: Oh, sure. I think that would be...

Vernon: Say it.

Couch: Fabulicious.

Vernon: Fabulicious.

Couch: Right. So, your opponents...

Vernon: I have no issue with Dread, Couch, so don't
go trying to start anything.

Couch: I wasn't.

Vernon: Right. Dread's a decent grappler, Sofa.

Couch: Couch.

Vernon: Whatever. It's just that damned White
Lightning who really gets my goat. The kid scores one
fluke victory over a top-calibre wrestler, and
suddenly he wants to call himself a legend? Trust me,
his win was an accident. It should never have
happened. Tonight, Scotty gets some revenge, as I
lead...I mean, we score the victory.

Couch: Fair enough. Any final thoughts?

Vernon: Whitey...it's you I'm gunning for. I'm going
to teach you a thing or two about knowing your proper
place in this business. As far as I'm concerned,
Whitey...the show...must...go on!

(Vernon walks away.)

Couch: Back to the action!

(Mechanisch, by Ende der Zeit starts into a rather rustic overly bassed beat and then the guitar whines into music, at that time "Die Maschine" Mike Donahue appears at the front of the entry way making a fist and tossing it into the air. We see someone try to follow him through the curtain but is halted by Mike, and then motioned to 'shoo'.)

(Now he circles half the ring taking time to note a few of the fans at ring side, walking up the steps he slips into the ring and then reaches into leather jacket to produce nothing more than- A microphone.)

Mike D: Hello, I'm out here to simply introduce myself. Again technically, but we'll go on to pretend it's prom night and my first time all over again. (Mike winks and gives a lazy smile.)

Mike D: To start I'm going to do two things. One, give my name. Two, tell everyone why I'm taking up such precious air time. Well. It's so that I, Mike Donahue, can issue the first challenge to those who're entering the BMWF with me at this time. That would be one Mr.. Axe, Mr.. Witherspoon, and or Le Majeur. Heh, I'd extend a challenge to Muyashi Horikahu but The Machine, that's me, would think he has his own circles to move in. Otherwise, Muyashi, next week if the die that has been cast sees fit. I'd like for you to be my tag partner against either two of the three jokers I've mentioned just a moment ago.

(Mike starts his pacing of the ring. He walks a broad circle letting his free hand rest on a top rope so he can over look the crowd.)

Mike D: Again, there could be a question arise as to why I'm issuing a challenge to those who've entered the BMWF with me. Easy, and that would be sheer hope. You see my last entry here I entered the BMWF and was pitted against another rookie. Now you can let scripted history, or the opinion of those higher in the food chain say this or that. I for one could only hope to have another experience like that infantile feud that I had with Scotty Scott, seemingly forever ago. That path then led to Scott becoming one of my longest friendships I've ever had endure in this sport. So, Axe? Witherspoon? Pepe Le Majeur perhaps? Any of you fellas wanna be my friend?

(With that said Mike's smile turns more amused and just tucks away the microphone and shrugs to the crowd. His music starts back up and he waves before sliding out of the ring and making his way to the back.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

PA: Viva la raza!

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

Ultimate: Ryushi… you are… a talent. I give you… the respect… that you have earned. But I watched… as Heat… beat you last week. If you can’t beat… him… then you will have… trouble… with me. Give it your… best. You will… need it. Viva Ultimate Guerrero!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ultimate Guerrero hits Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is giving Ultimate Guerrero a standing ovation.
Ryushi Fujita kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ryushi Fujita hits Ultimate Guerrero.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita chops Ultimate Guerrero.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks Ryushi Fujita with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is giving Ultimate Guerrero a standing ovation.
Ultimate Guerrero attempts to place Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle, but
Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Ultimate Guerrero with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita hits Ultimate Guerrero with a brainbuster.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita
reverses it.
Ryushi Fujita hits Ultimate Guerrero with a clothesline.

Guerrero whips Fujita into the corner and quickly charges in only to be met by a back elbow that staggers him back. Fujita quickly climbs the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a tornado DDT! Fujita quickly picks up Heat and slams him roughly to the mat. He then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off and crashes down on the prone Guerrero with a flying elbowsmash.

Ryushi Fujita hits Ultimate Guerrero with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita whips Ultimate Guerrero into the turnbuckle, but Ultimate Guerrero
reverses it.
Ryushi Fujita comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero sets up Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle.
Ultimate Guerrero executes the Ultimate Guerrero-plex on Ryushi Fujita.
The chants for Ultimate Guerrero are deafening.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero uses a fist to the midsection on Ryushi Fujita.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ryushi Fujita
counters it with a facerake.

Guerrero staggers Fujita with a couple of right jabs, he follows that up by sending Fujita to the ropes and goes for a clothesline as Fujita comes off the ropes. Fujita ducks the clothesline attempt and springs off the ropes and connects with a springboard dropkick that brings the fans to their feet!

Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Ultimate Guerrero.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.

*DING DING*

(We open in the back where we see none other than Mike Donahue walking down a hall with a clip board in one hand and a gym back in another. His hair is tied back and his sunglasses slid over his brow. Coming up to a door he checks it and then looks on the clip board and a smile plays across his bearded visage.)

(Mike opens the door and looks around the locker room. He passes by a few people and introduces himself and then he taps Scotty Scott on the shoulder and stares the man in the eye when he turns around. The moment lasts a bit longer then Mike laughs taking Scott's hand and then he pats him on the shoulder.)

Mike D: Figured I'd just make it here to tell you I'm offically back. Wish you and your mate there good luck in the up coming match.

Scotty: Well, well, well, an ol' friend has comeback. Mike How ya been? Thanks for the the wish of luck but it's White Lightnin' and Dread that need the luck.

Mike D: (Mike looks to the camera and then back to Scott.) Not like you'd need the luck man. Now I just gotta catch up to you. Now the question is man; there a place for me in The Union?

Scotty: Well Mike, ya were one of the original membas of the Union. Ya know yer always welcome back in the fold muh friend. After all if it weren't for ya buddy Frye, there wouldn't be a Union to join.

(Scotty shakes Mike's hand and begins to show Mike around. They start talking about the old days as the scene fades.)

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares over the PA System as White Lightning steps onto the stage with the TV Title around his waist and a mic in his hand, walking out behind him is Big Kev Nash. Both men walk down the ramp and enter the ring. The music stops as White Lightning is about to speak.)

White Lightning: San Diego, you are all lucky to have a real life Legend in your presence tonight! Why doesn't everyone just bow down now?

(Crowd Boos)

White Lightning: Last week at No Way In, I beat the so-called legend Scotty Scott. I have been telling you people that I am the New Legend in the BMWF and last week I proved it. I showed everyone, that yes, I am that damn good!

(Crowd Boos Again)

White Lightning: Every single man, woman, and child doubted that I had what it takes to beat Scotty Scott and especially in his own match, a Hell in A Cell. Not only, did I beat him, but I whooped his midget @$$ up, down, and all around that cell. I can definitely say that after the beating that Scotty received he will never be the same. Prime Time tried to ruin the match, by coming up with their usual lame @$$ stunts. They hit every single finisher they had, and it wasn't enough to keep me from winning, again you ask, Why? Because I am that damn good!

(White Lightning holds up the TV Title)

White Lightning: I stand here still the TV Champ after taking on all challengers for 5 months now, and there is no one that can stop me! And if you think you can, speak up, but be aware they'll you'll be stepping into the ring with the Legend!

(Crowd Boos for a moment.)

White Lightning: To Everyone in the back! You all need to watch out, because there is a New Legend in town!

(White Lightning is about to leave, but stops and looks at the crowd.)

White Lightning: Don't think I forgot about you, SAN DIEGO…

(White Lightning looks into the crowd as he pauses.)

White Lightning: …YOU SUCK!!

(White Lightning throws down the mic and walks to the back as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares over the PA System.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: We Lie… We Cheat… We Steal…

(Latino Heat’s music hits over the PA system as the crowd begins to boo. He takes his time stepping out from the back with a smile on his face and a stroll in his step. He confidently struts out to the entranceway and absorbs all of the boos that are directed at him. He takes his time walking down the aisle and trash talking the fans that are jawing at him. He rolls into the ring and heads to one of the corners. He climbs up and extends both of his hands out to his sides. After a few seconds he pulls his hands in and beats his chest with his right hand. He drops down to the mat and grabs a microphone.)

Latino Heat: Ravven, essa, you are a man of many words and you are a great wrestler. But tonight is not your night. The Heat is on a path of redemption. I am going for gold and I am going with all of my effort. Lie, cheat, or steal, it is time for me to put it all on the table to once again be a champion. You have held that Hardcore title before. You know what it is to be a champ. You know the feeling, essa. So you also know how much I want this. You know how much I can go through. Homes, bring what you got. You know I’m leavin’ it all on the table. So remember my message and my warning. If ya’ can’t stand The Heat… then stay out of my kitchen… because essa… ya’ will get burned.

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven

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

RAVVEN: Nosotros todos necesidad... un asilo. Un santuario. Un lugar a ocultar. Un lugar a escaparse. Un lugar al sueño y a la esperanza. Un lugar... donde no estará tan espantosa la oscuridad. Se escribe tan. Vendrá tan pasar. Pero para alguno, la oscuridad es un enemigo implacable. No puede ser eludida. Y una vez que la oscuridad detecta su miedo; una vez que detecte su dolor, nunca es detrás lejano. Puedo empathize con esta gente. Puedo entender su futilidad. Puedo perdonar su desesperación. Siento su dolor. Cotice el Ravven, nunca más.

JR: There's the bell!
Latino Heat goes for a back suplex, but Ravven counters it with an elbowsmash.
Ravven uses a dropkick on Latino Heat.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven misses with a kick.
Latino Heat misses with a clothesline.
Ravven executes a swinging neckbreaker on Latino Heat.
Latino Heat begs off.
Ravven uses a dropkick on Latino Heat.
There are lots of chants for Ravven.
Ravven takes Latino Heat down with a bodyslam.
Ravven hits a series of stomps on Latino Heat.
Ravven has the crowd going wild.
Ravven hits Latino Heat with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ravven whips Latino Heat into the ropes, but Latino Heat reverses it.
Latino Heat executes a bodyslam on Ravven.
Latino Heat executes a slingshot somersault splash on Ravven.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Latino Heat is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Latino Heat hits Ravven with a backbreaker.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Latino Heat hits Ravven with a clothesline.
Latino Heat takes Ravven down with a dropkick.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits Latino Heat with a backbreaker.
Latino Heat begs off.
Ravven hits a dropkick on Latino Heat.
Ravven executes a dropkick on Latino Heat.
Ravven nails Latino Heat with a legdrop.
Ravven hits Latino Heat with a stomp.
Ravven whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Ravven misses with an elbow.
Latino Heat misses with a kick.
Latino Heat hits Ravven with a kick.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Ravven misses with an elbow.
Ravven hits Latino Heat with an elbow.
Ravven goes for a powerbomb, but Latino Heat counters it with a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Latino Heat punches Ravven.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat.
Latino Heat chops Ravven.
Ravven punches Latino Heat.
Ravven punches Latino Heat.
Ravven takes Latino Heat down with a powerbomb.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits Latino Heat with a clothesline.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Latino Heat misses with a kick.
Ravven nails Latino Heat with a swinging neckbreaker.
There are lots of chants for Ravven.
Ravven is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven nails Latino Heat with a bodyslam.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven goes for a kick to the midsection, but Latino Heat counters it with
a legsweep.
Latino Heat hits Ravven with a dropkick.
Latino Heat executes the Frog Splash on Ravven.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat.

*DING DING*

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge appears from behind the curtains and begins to make his way down the ramp. He is in his street clothes, wearing a dark blue button up shirt and black pants with a black leather jacket. He enters the ring, scans the crowd and then finally takes the mic from the ring announcer as the crowd cheers.)

Judge: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA....

(The crowd cheers as The Judge hesitates.)

Judge: I just can't do it anymore.

JR: What?

Judge: For weeks and weeks I tried to be nice to you guys, and I actually liked having the fans on my side for a while, but the way you treated me at No Way In was just terrible! I gave out bWo shirts, I handed out free autographs, and even got some bWo fans into the bWo locker room to take pictures of the bWo and me, but that just wasn't enough for you fans, was it?

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: Last week at No Way In I thought I had my loyal fan's support walking into one of the toughest matches of my career and what do you fans do to me, you turn on me! And for what...a 7 foot tall, 410 pound piece of cr@p?

(The crowd boos and a "TYRONE!" chant starts.)

Judge: You fans would rather cheer for a man who has to cheat in order to win the Hardcore title from me? The fact is, last week at No Way In, I had Tyrone beat! If you don't believe me...let's look at the footage!

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows a scene from The Judge vs. Tyrone Smith No Way In Hardcore title match when Rick Patrick falls out of the ring. Rick Patrick is out cold. The Judge executes the Gavel Smash on Tyrone Smith. The Judge further incites the crowd. The Judge goes for the pin. There is no referee to count. The Judge gets back up.)

JR: What The Judge failed to mention is that he was the one who tossed referee Rick Patrick out of the ring!

King: That's besides the point, he had Tyrone beat JR!

Judge: And if that isn't further proof that I am a better Hardcore Champion than Tyrone Smith, let's take a look at how he actually did get the win over me, shall we?

(The Bruisertron lights up again and shows the scence from the No Way In match where Tyrone disappears for a few moments while Judge is laid out near the
lockers. When Tyrone returns, he has something behind his back. He stands
waiting for Judge to get back to his feet. When Judge finally does, Tyrone
pulls out what was behind his back)

King: HEAD AND SHOULDERS??????????????

JR: OH MY! Tyrone is squirting the bottle of Head and Shoulders into the
Judge's eyes!!!
Tyrone is now using his thumbs to make sure that the shampoo gets deep in
the Judge's eyes! Look out! He might gouge the Judge's eyes out!!!)

Judge: PITIFUL! If you fans would rather have a man like that walking around as your Hardcore Champion then I have only two words to say to you....

JR: What can that be?

Judge: SCREW YOU!

JR: That was definitely uncalled for!

(The bWo theme plays again as The Judge exits the ring and storms to the back.)

King: I knew The Judge wouldn't be a fan favorite for long!

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

Led to the ring by Aquatic...
From Hell, Norway... weighing in at a combined weight of 491 pounds...
Inferno... Mineral... ECO-SYSTEM

PA: ECO-LIFE! WAKE ME UP!

(Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life" plays over the intercom as blue fireworks
shoot out from the stage. The Eco-System comes out without Aquatic brandishing
their tag belts and are met with a loud chorus of boos. They merely smirk and
saunter down the aisle. They hop up to the ring apron and walk between the
ropes. Inferno grabs a microphone.)

Inferno: Hey, hey, hey! Anyone seen the tag team champions? (The crowd boos)
Oh yeah! We are! (Inferno laughs) You know sometimes it's hard to
remember....you'd think the title would change hands once in a while! But I suppose if
your champions are the
best you can get, you can't expect too much change, can you?

Crowd: ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS! ECO SUCKS!

Inferno: YES! Say it! Go ahead, say it! Acknowledge your pathetic wishes to
be as good as us! Go ahead!

(Inferno walks around the ring with a microphone raised, taking in all the
insults and boos laughing. Mineral is smiling widely at the outright hatred.)

JR: Look at the Eco-System! They seem to be so fueled by this hatred, when so
many others would be depressed by it!

Inferno: Aw shucks! You all booed us, so I guess we're not the champions
anymore! (Inferno looks at his tag title) What the-wait a second! You mean we're
still the champions? You mean your boos are just jealous rantings taht mean
NOTHING? Oh my good golly
gosh!

(Inferno hands the belt to Mineral, as the audience is actually physically
showering the ring with garbage now.)

Mineral: Hmmm...(Mineral picks a popcorn bag and pops a few kernels in.)
Tasty. Anyhoo, since we're almost defintely going straight into Bruisermania as
the tag champions now, we're taking some applications for the #1 contenders. I'm
not looking for another Team Beautiful match-that would be redundant-and I
know my Prime Time comrades are all booked up with their respective title
defenses at Bruisermania. So here's what we're going to do.-if my brother's ok with
it.

(Inferno nods and flashes the O-K sign)

Mineral: (clearing his throat) Now, I know that a lot of fans have heard of
this, but I'm going to explain it for those who haven't. Backstage there's a
little place where you can write messages to challenge other people. Us, the
"boys", like to call it
he Challenge Board. Real original, huh? Anyway, whichever two people can
write me the best 100-words-or-less essay back there on why they deserve the Tag
Championship Shot, they will get the shot. Yes, biohazards, you have to WRITE!
It's sort of like an
idiot-proof cap. Oh, and you get a word added for every typo, so watch your
spelling lest someone like Joe Tunny goes over 100. (the crowd boos) Oh, you
don't like our methods? Well, we're your champions, and you're just going to
have to....

Inferno/Mineral: DEAL WITH IT!

LILLY: Their partner...
From Croydon, London, England... weighing in at 302 pounds...
The Headhunter

Their opponents...
Weighing in at a combined weight of 427 pounds...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts as Team Beautiful make thier ways down to the ring. They stop halfway down to the ring and look back. Suddenly flames shoot up from the ramp as Pain walks out to the cheers of the fans. He walks through the flames and join Team Beautiful. They enter the ring.)

LILLY: Their partner...
weighing in at 375 pounds...
"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

JR: These three are not waiting on the bell they are going right after Eco System and Headhunter.

King: I can't believe it. Rey has Mineral in the corner. Tazan Boy has Inferno and Pain is just beating the fire out of Headhunter.

JR: Pain has Headhunter up for a chokeslam!!!!!

King: This is early!!!!

JR: CHOKESLAM TO HELL ON HEADHUNTER!!!!!

Inferno locks up with Pain in the middle of the ring.
Pain throws Inferno off, but Inferno regains his footing.
Inferno circles Pain, watching him closely.

JR: Inferno trying to find a chink in the armor of Pain here!

(Inferno suddenly makes a run at Pain, catching him with a huge spear.
Inferno begins punching away on the head of Pain.)

JR: WOW! Inferno just showing a lot of force there!

Inferno grabs Pain's arms and puts him in a full-nelson.
Pain begins to get up, but Inferno is still on is back.
Inferno hooks around and nails a DDT.

King: That will give you Excedrin headache number 9!

(Inferno pulls Pain up and nails him with three knees to the head. Pain
pushes Inferno into the ropes, but Inferno comes off with a neckbreaker.)

JR: Inferno is trying to make up for the huge size disadvantage here!

Inferno comes off the ropes with a leg drop.
Inferno puts Pain in an armbar.
Pain reaches the arm out and grabs Inferno by the neck.

JR/King: Uh-OH!

(Pain stands up and hoists Inferno up, but Inferno flips around and puts Pain
into a front facelock. Pain breaks the lock, but Inferno runs and tags in
headhunter.)

JR: Excellent manuevering by Pain, and now Headhunter is in!

Pain makes the tag.

The Headhunter nails Rey Bucanerro with a flying headbutt.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, Pain makes the save.
The Headhunter and Mineral whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Rey Bucanerro with a double elbowsmash, but he counters
it with a duck-down move.
Rey Bucanerro hits them with a double clothesline.
Mineral leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter misses with a clothesline.
Rey Bucanerro hits The Headhunter with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Pain.
Pain goes for a side suplex, but The Headhunter blocks it.
The Headhunter hits Pain with a sidewalk slam.
The Headhunter whips Pain into the ropes.
Pain smacks The Headhunter with a devastating clothesline .
Pain hits a stomp on The Headhunter.
Pain goes for a choke lift, but The Headhunter counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
The Headhunter kicks Pain.
Pain hits The Headhunter.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain chops The Headhunter.
Pain nails The Headhunter with a kick to the midsection.
Pain punches The Headhunter.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain kicks The Headhunter.
The chants for Pain are deafening.

Pain hits a roundhouse right on The Headhunter.
Pain hits The Headhunter with a forearm to the back.
Pain whips The Headhunter into the ropes, but The Headhunter reverses it.
The Headhunter executes a sidewalk slam on Pain.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter hoists Pain high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Pain crashing hard to the mat.
The Headhunter hits Pain.
The Headhunter kicks Pain.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter hits Pain.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter smacks Pain with a devastating flying clothesline .
The Headhunter is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
The Headhunter is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter takes Pain down with a jumping DDT.
The Headhunter sends Pain into the turnbuckle, but Pain reverses it.
Pain runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain hits The Headhunter with an elbow.
Pain executes a legdrop on The Headhunter.
Pain executes a backbreaker on The Headhunter.
Pain is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Tazan Boy enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Pain and Tazan Boy hit The Headhunter with a double elbowsmash.
Pain and Tazan Boy whip The Headhunter into the ropes.
They hit The Headhunter with a double fist to the midsection.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Pain tags out to Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy executes a forearm smash on The Headhunter.
Tazan Boy whips The Headhunter into the ropes, but The Headhunter reverses it.
The Headhunter nails Tazan Boy with a sidewalk slam.
A fan at ringside badmouths The Headhunter.
The Headhunter tags out to Inferno.
Inferno and The Headhunter whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Tazan Boy with a double kick to the midsection, but he
counters it with a double clothesline.
The Headhunter leaves the ring.

JR: Tazan Boy throws Inferno into the corner. Pain acts like he is going to enter the ring.

King: He drew Mineral and Headhunter into the ring.

JR: Pain enters and is pummeling Inferno in the corner. The referee comes over and questions Pain. Pain just walks towards the referee and backs him down.

King: We need a referee that is not afraid of Pain.

Tazan Boy goes for a faceslam, but Inferno blocks it.
Inferno nails Tazan Boy with a sidewalk slam.
Inferno goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Tazan Boy counters it with a punch
.
Pain enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Pain nails Inferno with a bodyslam.
Tazan Boy takes Inferno down with a flying dropkick.
Tazan Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Pain leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy catches Inferno in an armlock leglock submission.
Inferno grabs the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.

Tazan Boy tags out to Pain.
Pain and Tazan Boy whip Inferno into the ropes.
They hit Inferno with a double backdrop.
Pain and Tazan Boy hit Inferno with a double elbowsmash.

JR: Pain has Inferno set for a chokeslam.

King: Here comes Mineral!!!

JR: Pain has both Inferno and Mineral set for a chokeslam!!!!

King: Headhunter is rushing to their rescue!!!!

JR: BIG BOOT TO HEADHUNTER!!!!! CHOKESLAM ON BOTH MEMBERS OF ECO SYSTEM!!!!!

Pain hits The Headhunter with an elbow.
Pain executes a legdrop on The Headhunter.
Pain executes a backbreaker on The Headhunter.
Pain is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.

JR: Where are Inferno and Mineral going?

(Inferno and Mineral both grab steel chairs out from under the ring. They hop
up to the apron.)

JR: HEY! WHAT DO THEY THINK THEY'RE DOING?

Pain hoists Headhunter up for a chokeslam.
Inferno and Mineral blindside Pain with a con-chair-to.
Pain goes down like a ton of bricks.

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here are your winners by DQ.....Pain and Team Beautiful!

JR: Here comes team Beautiful!

Tazan runs in but is drilled by Inferno with his chair.
Rey runs in, but recieves the same fate by Mineral.
Inferno and Mineral walk over to Pain and lift him up.

JR: MY GOSH, THEY'VE LIFTED THE 375-POUNDER!

(Inferno and Mineral Nature's Fury Pain on the steel chair, busting him open.
They stand up and raise their arms in the air, throwing them down to set off
Pain's pyro. The crowd boos them as they leave with their title belts.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(Yesterday by StainD plays, but instead of Kolic, Kate Greens walks out into
the ramp to catcalls. Surprisingly, all are coming from Gary “The King”
Brawler.)

Kate: Shut your mouth, King. I have a law degree, and if you continue this,
I can sue you for sexual harassment. As I was going to say, Kolic feels that
his image has become lost on the masses, so he has decided to release
another commercial. Here it is.

(The Bruisertron shows the words: A Kolic Production. Then it opens with the
Quiznos Subs hamsters, but instead of a store, it shows various pictures of
Kolic in different poses.)

Hamsters: WE LOVE KOLIC! COZ HE'S INTELLIGENT! THE SMARTEST MAN! HE IS
BRAINY, HE IS CLEVER, HE IS GREAT BECAUSE HE'S SMART! HIS IQ'S 150!

(Kate’s voice appears on the commercial)

Kate: Kolic: Appearing every Monday night in the BMWF! Now in Prime Time!

Hamsters: THE SMARTEST MAN!!!

Kate: Kolic: Your Lightweight champion!

(The Bruisertron fades to black, and Kate speaks again)

Kate: I hope you enjoyed that. If not, you’re too stupid to appreciate
Kolic’s genius. (Crowd boos) I’ll leave you to ponder over that. Goodbye.

(Kate walks to the back as Yesterday plays.)

King: That was a great commercial!

JR: What do you mean? He ripped off a national commercial and changed a few
words!

King: Yeah, but Kate was out there! Woo-hoo!

JR: Remember, she could sue you for that. You’d better be careful from now
on.

King: YAHHHH!

JR: We’ll be right back!

(The camera fades in to show Michael Bole standing next to Hardcore Harry in
front of the BMWF Bedlam set. Harry has his head facing down as Bole is
looking into the camera)

Bole: Ladies and gentlemen I am standing here with the man that lost his
United States Title at No Way In to Dreadnaught. This match up was one for
the ages, four men, Vernon Vanderbilt, Pain, Dreadnaught and Hardcore Harry.
These four men poured their lives into this match and it turned out to be
the match of the night. Two Titles were on the line, Vernon walked away
retaining his Intercontinental Title and of course Dreadnaught walked away
with the U.S.

(Harry rolls his shoulders back followed by his had as Harry lets out a loud
sigh)

Bole: Harry, you put up one great fight for being ran down by a car just a
week before the match, some thought you wouldn’t even make it….

(Harry grabs Michael’s arm and jerks the mic his way with aggression)

Harry: Well I did make it Bole, I did put up one hell of a fight but
obviously not a hard enough fight! I walked into No Way In with a plan, I
was trying to get on Pain’s good side but just before the match when they
rolled that footage it seems that Pain was the man that ran me down with
that very car that put me in the hospital! Pain tried to eliminate me before
the match even went down!

Bole: Pain and you were the only men to walk out without any gold that
night.

(A sadistic smile appears on Harry’s face)

Harry: Why thank you for reminding me once again Bole that I did not win a
title. Now listen up, I am not done with Pain, he can try and hide or
whatever he does but if I find him so help me God his @$$ is mine! I am
going to take that city slicker to the woodshed like no other!

Fade……