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

("Victory" by Puff Daddy begins to play over the PA system.)

JR: I believe this is Master Z, our World Champion!

(Coming out from behind the curtain is....Mineral! The crowd boos as Mineral
comes down to the ring with shades, an ugly black suit, and carrying his tag
title belt as if it was the World Title.)

King: HA HA! He looks just like Z!

JR: Well, they are around the same build...

(Mineral hops up to the apron, walks between the ropes, and takes a
microphone.)

Mineral Z: What's this? You can't even give your World Champion a better
reception than this? (the crowd continues booing.) Boo all you want, because I
can't be stopped! I CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD! Don't you know that the BMWF allows
its employees to participate in matches where they could feasibly kill each
other? After all, they have Darklord, who just like your everyday guy can raise
people from the dead! That's realistic! that's not just show! I AM REALLY AN
UNDEAD ZOMBIE!

(Mineral parades around the ring with his arms outstretched making grunting
noises as the crowd laughs.)

Mineral Z: BRAINS, Lowedown! I want your BRAINS....um....well, you don't have
any. MUSCLES, Lowedown!I want your MUSCLES!

(Suddenly "Because Of You" by Nickelback abruptly begins to play over the PA
System as Mineral suddenly looks at the entrance.)

King: Uh-oh JR, I think Mineral just got Lowedown mad!

(Coming out from behind the curtain is....INFERNO! Dressed in imitations of
Lowedown's trunks and wearing a bad wig, he walks down to the ring and enters
it, microphone in hand.)

Mineral Z: Now hold on there, Lowedown! I thought my 75 Darkside cronies that
sure weren't local indie wrestlers I paid off killed you last week! What
gives?

Inferdown: (not paying attention) Denver, Colorado !

Crowd/Inferdown: WOLFPAC..

IN THE...

HOUSE!

King: HA HA! Inferno sounds just like Lowedown!

Inferdown: Now then, let me give you the Downlowe on this situation, Z! You
come out here, arade the World Championship belt around, and CLAIM to be the
World Champion!

Mineral Z: Well I kinda am...

Inferdown: SILENCE Z! PAY RESPECT TO YOUR WORLD CHAMPION, YOU FLUKE!

Mineral Z: I AM the World Champion! Why can't you recognize that!

Inferdown: Oh I think LOWEDOWN is the World Champion! What do all the peeps
up here in DENVER think?

(The crowd cheers, if nothing else then to play along with the skit.)

Mineral Z: You're not even making sense!! I'm the champion and you're not!
ACCEPT it!!!

Inferdown: (still ignoring Z) YA FEEL ME? YA FEEL ME? YA FEEL ME? YA FEEL ME?
YA FEEL ME?

Mineral Z: I really think I deserve some credit here!

Inferdown: Look at it this way, Min-Master Z! I'm still in every pay-per-view
main event, with or without the belt! So who's REALLY your champion? Ya feel
me?

Mineral Z: (fake-whispering) Lowedown....I can't feel you here.....that's
only in the bedroom.

Inferdown: (fake-whispering as the crowd is laughing long and hard) I
know....Hey, can we extend the foreplay with the belt tonight?

Mineral Z: (upset) You don't love me! You only love that belt! (Mineral Z
leaves the ring, leaving his belt there. Inferdown picks it up.)

Inferdown: Just you and me baby.....just you and me.....

(Inferdown leaves, keeping the belt close to him as the crowd laughs.)

JR: That was so moronic! King, how could anyone find humor in-

King: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! THAT WAS GREAT!

JR: -never mind.

(The lights in the arena fade once again, darkness claiming the building. Flash flares erupt from the ring-posts. ‘Inquisition’ appears on the Bruisertron, and a deep booming voice is heard)
VOICE: If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger?

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer… JR: Valentino and Ezekiel meeting for the first time since No Way In.

KING: Valentino lost because Ezekiel tapped to Joe Tunny, he’ll be looking to get even here tonight!!
(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life… (Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a red leather kilt and red boots)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Rob Young...
From Albany, NY...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Randy Valentino

*DING DING*

JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination of lefts and rights on Valentino. Valentino in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut of Valentino. Valentino thrown to the outside, Ezekiel follows and throws Valentino into the steel steps. Valentino’s leg crashed into the metal steps there. Ezekiel with a couple of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by an elbow drop. Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring to break the ref’s count.

(Ezekiel throws Valentino’s left leg into the ring steps once again, then throws him into the ring.)

JR: Doesn’t look like Ezekiel wants to waste any time today. He wants to get this one finished quickly. Ezekiel lifting Valentino to his feet, Valentino seems to be favouring his leg.

King: Well Ezekiel just stomped it inside out.

JR: A big right hand from Ezekiel knocks him straight back down again. Ezekiel dragging Randy Valentino to the ring post.

King: This looks like it going to hurt.

*CRACK*

King: Ha Ha Ha, Valentino’s leg just became part of the ringpost!

JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is putting all his effort into damaging that leg.

Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Randy Valentino counters it with
a bulldog.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Randy Valentino throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
Randy Valentino goes through the ropes.
Randy Valentino goes for a German suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but Randy Valentino blocks it.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Randy Valentino climbs back into the ring.
Ezekiel follows him back in.
Randy Valentino throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
Randy Valentino rolls out under the bottom rope.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Randy Valentino reenters the ring.
Ezekiel follows him back in.
Randy Valentino hits a bulldog on Ezekiel.
Randy Valentino runs into the ropes.
Randy Valentino hits Ezekiel with a clothesline.
Randy Valentino whips Ezekiel into the turnbuckle.
Randy Valentino runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ezekiel lifts his knee.
Ezekiel hits Randy Valentino with a legsweep.
Randy Valentino begs off.

JR: Ezekiel and Valentino down in the middle of the ring, both men pulling themselves up on the ropes. Valentino swings and misses, INQUISITION!!! It’s must be over.

KING: Young’s going into the ring with Zeke’s chair… JR: Drop toehold by Ezekiel, Young’s head cracked off the chair. Ezekiel rolls onto Valentino and hooks the leg

REF: One…Two…Three

JR: A small "Ezekiel" chant is being started.

*DING DING*

KING: That may have been the last time we see Valentino! That's his second straight week with no RP!

(Tobey Miliken and Shawn Rollins walk into the locker room. Tobey goes to open the locker and a huge blast is heard. The camera crew is rocked to the ground. When the camera readjusts itself tobey is laying on the ground covered in sewer. The septic tank exploded on him. Shawn get's up and is trying to leave but keeps slipping and sliding. Tobey is heard screaming and cussing all the way outside.

Down below the locker room. Back in the sewers is the phantom watching the show. He is laughing and then addresses the camera.)

Phantom: Tobey Miliken. I told you I had some tricks and treats for you. You know Halloween is my favorite time of the year. Last week you soiled the Light Heavyweight title. Tonight I soil you! Kolic I hope you liked it! Prime Time, I will be at Bruisermania, and when I receive the $50,000 I will then reveal myself to you and to the world. But not till Bruisermania. Meanwhile Tobey have fun driving yourself crazy trying to figure out who I am.

(The phantom laughs with an evil laugh and the camera slowly fades to black.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
Fighting out of Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers. A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke. As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke. Tunny is dressed in dirty jeans cut off just below the knees and a white tank top with “Kill or BE Killed” written on the front and “That’s the law of the JUNGLE” written on the back. He fingers the steel chain hooked onto his belt loop as he strides purposefully toward the ring. A few feet before the ring he breaks into a sprint and leaps onto the ring apron. He ducks under the second rope and pulls out the microphone tucked into his belt. The music fades.)

Tunny: Latino Heat. I may not have any problem with ya, but that sure as hell won’t stop me from givin’ ya a beatin’ in this ring!

(The crowd boos.)

Tunny: See, Heat, what this group ‘a pansies don’t realize (Tunny points out at the crowd) is that I’m not just fightin’ here tonight for myself. I’m fightin’ here for my brother, who’s still lyin’ there in that damn hospital. It’s gonna be for him that I pulverize ya tonight, an’ for his enjoyment that I bloody ya up before I take ya down!

(Again the crowd boos.)

Tunny: Now if yer ready for yer beatdown, bring it on!!!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Joe Tunny uses a jawbreaker on Latino Heat.
Joe Tunny locks Latino Heat in a Canadian backbreaker.
Latino Heat manages to grab the ropes after 8 seconds.
Joe Tunny hits Latino Heat with a series of punches.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him
.
Joe Tunny executes head pound on mat on Latino Heat.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him
.
Joe Tunny executes a left jab on Latino Heat.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Joe Tunny takes Latino Heat down with foot choke in corner.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him
.
Joe Tunny puts Latino Heat in a chokehold.
Al Johnson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny uses a right jab on Latino Heat.
Joe Tunny uses the Running Forearm Smash on Latino Heat.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny executes a series of punches on Latino Heat.
Joe Tunny executes the Pain Central on Latino Heat.
Latino Heat is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Latino Heat makes it to the ropes after 20 seconds.
Joe Tunny catches Latino Heat in a forearm choke.
Al Johnson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny gets a Canadian backbreaker on Latino Heat.
Latino Heat reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Joe Tunny takes Latino Heat down with a jawbreaker.
Joe Tunny goes for a chokehold, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat executes a back suplex on Joe Tunny.
Latino Heat whips Joe Tunny into the ropes, but Joe Tunny reverses it.
Joe Tunny puts Latino Heat in a chokehold.
Al Johnson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Latino Heat with a kick.
Joe Tunny is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Joe Tunny gets a Canadian backbreaker on Latino Heat.
Latino Heat grabs the ropes after being trapped for 9 seconds.
Joe Tunny uses neckbreaker on Latino Heat.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Joe Tunny.
Latino Heat begs off.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny misses with a clothesline.
Latino Heat hits Joe Tunny with an elbow.
Latino Heat goes for a spinning backbreaker, but Joe Tunny counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Joe Tunny executes a right jab on Latino Heat.
Joe Tunny goes for a right jab, but Latino Heat side-steps and Joe Tunny
only hits air.
Latino Heat whips Joe Tunny into the ropes.
Latino Heat hits a backbreaker on Joe Tunny.
Latino Heat nails Joe Tunny with a flying dropkick.
You could hear a pin drop.
Latino Heat uses a back suplex on Joe Tunny.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Latino Heat hits Joe Tunny with a shoulderblock.

JR: Heat is using good strategy so far. He’s slowing down the match, keeping Tunny from getting on a roll with any series of moves.

King: This is getting too slow! I’m going to get some popcorn. You want some?

JR: Wait right here, King! The two wrestlers were about to lock up when Tunny scored a kick to Heat’s midsection! Tunny drops to his knees and hits an upward chop to Heat’s throat, sending Heat staggering back to the ropes! Tunny follows him in and locks Heat in a headlock over the top rope, choking him! The ref counts, but Tunny releases the hold at the four count. Tunny takes Heat over to the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts punching Heat in the head.

Crowd: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!!!

King: Tunny connected with that last one as he jumped down off the ropes, adding extra power to it!

JR: Heat is holding himself up in the corner, and now Tunny snaps his foot up to Heat’s neck, choking him again!

King: Tunny’s keeping Heat from being able to catch his breath!

JR: The ref begins to count, but Tunny shoves him away and takes Heat by the wrist. Tunny leans in, then whips Heat over to the opposite corner! Tunny follows in and hits Heat with a running dropkick! Tunny goes for the cover – one, two, thr…but Heat puts his foot on the ropes! We almost had an upset right there!

King: Good ring sense by Latino Heat kept him from getting pinned that time!

JR: Latino Heat takes Joe Tunny down with a brain buster.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

JR: Heat kicks Tunny in the gut, then leans back against the ropes. He charges, but Tunny hits a backdrop, sending Heat over the top rope to the outside!

King: Don’t expect Tunny to wait for Heat to get back in the ring! See, I told you so!

(Tunny slides out under the ropes and stands next to his fallen opponent.)

JR: Tunny crouches down beside Latino Heat and starts slapping the back of his head! He’s shouting all sorts of insults, daring Heat to get back up!

King: He’d better watch what he asks for – he just may get it!

JR: Heat gets up on his hands and knees, but Tunny kicks him hard in the ribs, sending Heat back down onto the floor! Tunny is now walking over to the time keeper. The time keeper vacates his chair quickly, and Tunny takes it! Tunny’s going to hit Latino Heat with the chair!

King: That’ll get him a DQ! What’s he thinking?

JR: Tunny holds the chair up over his head, but the ref grabs the chair from behind! Look at Tunny – he’s furious!

King: Look at the ref! He’s terrified!

(Tunny and the ref play tug-o’-war with the chair, and the ref comes away with it as Latino Heat slowly gets to his feet.)

JR: The ref won’t allow Tunny to use the chair! He’s taking the chair back to the time keeper…and Tunny hits a low blow as the ref’s back is turned! Tunny with a knee to Heat’s groin, and now he hits Heat with a belly-to-back suplex onto the floor! Tunny picks up Heat and sends him back into the ring.

JR: Tunny sends Heat into the ropes, and hits a shoulder block!

King: Heat didn’t even move!

JR: Tunny runs back into the ropes and attempts another shoulder block!

King: Nothing! Heat stood his ground! Look at his face! He’s fuming!

JR: I think Tunny has given him a better match than he had expected. He’s angry, and it looks like he’s ready to take out his anger on Scrappy Joe! Tunny attempts a right hook, but Heat ducks, and connects with a knee to Tunny’s midsection! Heat hits a forehand uppercut, sending Tunny staggering back to the corner! Heat with another knee to the gut, and now he’s climbing to the second turnbuckle. He cocks his fist back…but Tunny with a thumb to the throat makes Heat fall back down to the mat! Tunny’s shaking off the cobwebs, and now grabs Heat’s leg and slides to the outside. He brings Heat’s legs around the ring post! Tunny takes the leg and slams it knee first into the post! Heat is grimacing in pain! Tunny does it again! That post can break Heat’s knee! Tunny grabs Heat’s arm and pulls him out onto the floor. Tunny’s still holding Heat’s arm and leg, propping Heat up onto his side. And Tunny drops a knee onto Heat’s exposed ribs! He gets up and drops another knee!

King: Heat needs to find a way out of this and stop Tunny’s momentum!

JR: Tunny picks up Heat and sends him back first into the guard rail! Heat is on his knees arching his back in pain! Now Tunny whips him back first into the ring apron! Again Heat is down!

King: The ref has reached the count of nine – soon both wrestlers will be counted out!

JR: Tunny picks up Heat and sends him back into the ring just before the count of ten. He follows in and hits Heat with a neck breaker. Here’s the pin – one, two…but Heat kicks out!

JR: Latino Heat sends Tunny into the ropes, but Tunny ducks the clothesline! Heat turns around…Jaw breaker! Jaw breaker on Heat! Tunny drops down onto Heat’s back, and is hooking on the Pain Central…but Heat struggles and throws Tunny off!

King: That was almost the end of Latino Heat in this match!

JR: Tunny is furious, and he’s slamming Heat’s head on the mat! Tunny with a kick to the ribs, and then he picks Latino Heat up. A quick jab to the face sends Heat reeling! He’s spun around, facing the opposite direction, and Tunny hits a dropkick to the back of his head! Heat is down, and Tunny starts shouting at the crowd!

King: Look at him! He’s challenging every fan in this arena to get into the ring with him!

JR: He’d better focus on who he has in the ring with him now, King! This match isn’t over yet!

(Tunny turns back to Latino Heat and sneers. He walks over and picks him up.)

JR: Tunny with a blatant forearm choke across Heat’s throat! The ref is counting, but Tunny releases at four. But he then clamps it on once again! Again he releases at four! Latino Heat still hasn’t caught his breath. Tunny connects with a vicious right hook, spinning Heat around! Now Tunny holds onto him from behind for a belly-to-back, and…HOLY COW! Tunny let go half way and just sent Heat flying over the top rope to the outside! Heat landed shoulders first on the concrete floor!

King: That didn’t look like a good fall, JR! Heat may be seriously injured!

JR: Tunny goes to the outside and picks up Heat. Heat is holding his neck – he really could be injured! Tunny sends Heat back into the ring and follows in. The ref wants to check on Latino Heat, but Tunny keeps him away. Tunny lifts Heat up, and hits a neck breaker! That’s extremely dangerous if Heat has in fact injured his neck! Tunny goes for the pin!

JR: This evening has been really unusual to say the least.

King: What the...????

(The lights turn red as the Pepsi Center goes wild.)

JR: I think this is the appearance of the mysterious man that sent Lowedown that note.)

King: Look at the Bruisertron!!!!!

(The screen shows a Lowedown mannequin covered in blood when a demonic voice comes over the PA.)

PA: Lowedown, you have been ruling the roost way too long. It is time someone steps up and shows the world the farse that you truly are. Tonight, you will see my work and where my true alliance falls. The blood you shall soon see shall be your own. For no one really knows the evil that LURKS in the hearts of men.... But me.

JR: I think Lowedown should take this threat seriously.

King: Well it is safe to say that someone really hates Lowedown more than anyone ever has.

Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...
William Black

(The erie bassline for Tool's Swampsong kicks in over the PA, as well as the lyrics...

My warning...meant nothing...
You're dancing...in quicksand...

...And immediately the crowd cheers the entrance of William Black.)

(William Black walks down to the ring, carrying a mic...he leans over the railing and hugs pretty blond in the front row before sliding in the ring. He turns all the way around the ring and eventually ends up facing the entry ramp. He makes a cutthroat motion and his music dies, then he turns to address the crowd.)

JR: William Black, arguably the most successful newcomer in the BMWF is making his way
to the ring carrying a mic.
KING: At least you can understand him... Not like Crappy Joe and all of his swearing, or Ezekiel and all of his weird phrases!

BLACK: First things first... WASSUP DENVER!?! (Cheap Pop) All right...all right...settle down... I've got a couple things to talk about right quick before my match. Tobey Miliken. (The crowd boos...and then starts chanting...)

CROWD: TOBEY SUCK! TOBEY SUCKS! TOBEY SUCKS! TOBEY SUCKS!

BLACK: Yes he does... I heard backstage that he and Shawn Rollins like the number 69... But they're having a problem...you see, they can't figure out who is the six, and who is the nine. (The crowd pops again.) It's all good though. I've got a surprise for Miliken later in the show. (The crowd pops again.)

KING: A surprise for Miliken? I like surprises!
JR: I thought you hated surprises.
KING: I like good surprises!

BLACK: And then there's Tyrone Smith. (Crowd boos) Everybody's been telling me I'm
getting in over my head... But I'd just like to point something out. You see... In my first real match here in the BMWF, I put Darklord down for the count of 9. Granted, it took me no less then four Empty Chambers, a baseball bat, and anything else I could hit him with, and he practically killed me after that... But it was still a 9 count. Do you know what that means?

CROWD: What?

BLACK: That means I could have pinned him three times over. So statistically speaking...if I give Tyrone one-third of the beating I gave Darklord, it will still be enough to pin his giant, godzilla, Jamaican @$$. So Tyrone... At Bruisermania, when I'm kicking your BLEEP@$$ up and down the arena, I want you to remember one thing. You're the one that picked this fight with me...and it won't be over until you FEEL THE BOOM!

KING: I hate it when people use statistics! They're hard to figure out!
JR: Do you need a calculator, King?
KIng; No.

BLACK: Oh yeah... one more person I need to say something about. Truck... (The crowd
pops.) Wait... wait.. wait a second. Did I just hear you cheer Truck? (The crowd pops again.) Alright... I can live with that. Truck's not a bad guy, but he's neglected, kind of like that toy that nobody plays with anymore. So this is what I've got to say to him.

(William Black turns back towards the entry ramp.)

Truck... I know you can hear this, so listen up. This is my advice to you. Grow a pair. Stop being such a whiney, second-rate midcarder nobody cares about. Start kicking a little more @$$ and taking a few more names, and you'll get what you're after--

(Black is interrupted by Mafioso and his entrance.)

KING: Finally!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
From Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...
Mafioso

( The lights dim low and the words ABOVE THE LAW scroll across the screen in
old english letters. Suddenly Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm starts to play over
the PA system. Mafioso walks down the ramp followed by Carlos. Carlos and
Mafioso both begin to shake their head in approval as they point to a fan
holding a sign that reads : William Black=arrogant loudmouth)

*DING DING*

JR: Mafioso connects with a series of punches that sends Black staggering into the corner. Mafioso with a righ--No, William Black blocks the punch and fires off with a left of his own. Mafioso's face meets the turnbuckle. And Again! AND Again! AND AGAIN! The crowd is chanting along

CAPACITY CROWD: 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

KING: That was 11!
JR: Mafioso looks dazed and confused! Black connects with a neckbreaker. Cover gets 2.

William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but Mafioso counters it with
a kneelift.
Mafioso almost takes William Black's head off with a clothesline to the back of
the head
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso goes for a backdrop, but William Black blocks it.
William Black takes Mafioso down with a bodyslam.
William Black hits Mafioso with a drop toehold.
William Black nails Mafioso with a fist to the midsection.
William Black whips Mafioso into the ropes, but Mafioso reverses it.
William Black hits Mafioso with a kick.
William Black goes for a fistdrop, but Mafioso rolls out of the way.
Mafioso goes for a piledriver, but William Black blocks it.
William Black takes Mafioso down with a flying forearm.
The crowd is starting to get behind William Black.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Mafioso blocks it.
William Black executes an eye gouge on Mafioso.

William Black nails Mafioso with a drop toehold.
William Black hits a fist to the midsection on Mafioso.
William Black uses neckbreaker on Mafioso.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.
William Black goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Mafioso blocks it.

JR: Mafioso dropping William Black with a flowing ddt!

KING: That could only improve his looks JR!

JR: Mafioso back on the attack, now applying a single leg Boston crab. Black
escapes after 5 seconds of pain. Mafioso begins to climb to the top of the
ring post.

KING: What does he think he's doing?

JR: Mafioso catching all of William Black with a missile dropkick!
Mafioso hits a piledriver on William Black.
Mafioso covers William Black.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
Mafioso hits William Black with a kick.
Mafioso locks William Black in a stepover facelock.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black grabs the ropes after being locked up for 11 seconds.
Mafioso goes for a piledriver, but William Black blocks it.
William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Mafioso counters it with
a lariat.
Mafioso hits William Black with a superkick.
Mafioso throws William Black out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, William Black
reenters the ring.
Mafioso hoists William Black high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Willi
am Black crashing hard to the mat.
Mafioso uses a spinebuster on William Black.

JR: Black takes a hard right hand. Black takes another punch. Mafioso with an irish whip on Black. Black hangs onto the ropes. Black with a kick to the face on Mafioso, and that's gotta hurt!
KING: He should have been paying attention instead of telegraphing that backdrop.
JR: Black with an irish whip of his own sends Mafioso into the ropes. Arm Drag by
William Black puts Mafioso on his back. He gets right back up though and charges in again. Another Arm Drag from William Black, and a third. Mafioso scrambles to his feet and once again rushes right in.
KING: Some people just never learn!
JR: Baaaaaaaack Body Drop gets a pop from the crowd. Mafioso is holding his back in
pain. Black scoops him up off the mat and connects with a bodyslam for good measure.

William Black takes Mafioso down with a gutwrench suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hits Mafioso with a drop toehold.
William Black nails Mafioso with a fist to the midsection.
William Black uses a fistdrop on Mafioso.
William Black does lots of pointing and jaw flapping to the audience.

JR: William Black hits Mafioso with a hard punch that came all the way out of left field, sending him to the mat. Another hard left and Mafioso is down yet again. Black with an Irish Whip on Mafioso sends him into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER!!! William Black goes for the cover! 1! 2! Thr--Shoulder up!
KING: WOW! That was close!

JR: William Black uses a DDT on Mafioso.
William Black is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
William Black uses neckbreaker on Mafioso.
William Black executes neckbreaker on Mafioso.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.

KING: Mafioso making a mistake by taunting here instead of going for the pin
JR.

JR: Right you are King. For once. Mafioso goes for a superkick but Black
ducks it. Mafioso planting William to the mat with a high angle backdrop
then follows with a step over facelock. William breaking the hold by
reaching the ropes. William Black whipped into the ropes and Mafioso
connects with a spinebuster!

JR: William Black gains momentum with a boot to the gut on Mafioso. William Black
hooks him up and hits an impressive Gutwrench Suplex.
KING: Yeah, it was nicely done, I'll give him that much.
JR: Black goes to work with a series of signature Fist Drops.

JR: William Black has Mafioso down on the canvas. He's raising his forearm in the air, eyeing... no begging Mafioso to get up. Listen to this crowd.

CAPACITY CROWD: Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom!

KING: No Wait! Look!

JR: Carlos has climbed up on the apron and is distracting the referee! Black isn't
having any of that though, and knocks him off the apron with a hard punch. Mafioso with a quick roll up on William Black! 1! 2! Shoulder barely gets up. Black ducks a punch. EMPTY CHAMBER! William Black just hit the Empty Chamber on Mafioso! The referee is in position!

Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
William Black has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING*

(In the back parking lot "The Director" Shawn Rollins and "The Movie Star" Tobey Milike are standing beside a man wearing a Colorado Rockies hat, a mustache and a Rockies t-shirt.)

Shawn: Friday I told everyone that we were going to rock the foundations of Prime Time. Allow me to introduce Mr.Gary Porter. Gary welcome to Denver.

Gary: Thanks Shawn the pleasure is mine.

Tobey: So Gary just in case some of these people don't know who you are, and after all we are in Denver. You know up here the air is a bit dense and so are some of the people. At least that's the case when Prime Time is around. Why don't you tell these people what you do.

Gary: I am a monster truck driver. I drive the monster truck, "Grave Digger".

(The fans all scream and cheer)

Shawn: Most excellent. Now tell us what is it that brings you up here to Denver Colorado.

Gary: I am here to help you guys teach Prime Time a lesson.

Tobey: Well you certainly have my attention. Let's see if we have Prime Time's attention.

(Gary then goes over and we see the monster truck "Grave Digger". Gary climbs into the truck and starts the truck. The fans are screaming and yelling. The truck starts to rev up and the fans cheer more. Then we see "Grave Digger" drive around in circles a bit. )

Tobey: Prime Time, we would like to take this time and say, you owe this all to your lovely Mr.Showtime.

("Grave Digger" then comes flying down the parking lot and we see "The Eco-Mobile" parked and "Grave Digger" runs up and on top of the "Eco-Mobile" and smashes it into a pancake. "Grave Digger" runs over the car a couple more times.)

Tobey: Well it looks like The Eco-System won't be riding this car home. Maybe they can ride in Mr.Showtime's car. But I don't know Showtime, can you fit everyone into that Kia of yours or not. You know what else we can do, Gary can I climb in there.

Gary: (sticks his head out the window.) Sure climb on up.

(Tobey jumps into the truck and the two going flying down the road and into back area of the arena where all of the BMWF trucks are parked. The camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin begins to play and a single light hits a small mirror ball above the wrestler's entrance, splitting the light into thousands of "diamonds" that swirl across the crowd. A pretty good pop from the crowd greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area and he works the crowd while Kojima stands guard. The duo slowly makes their way down and enters the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA as La Pakka makes his way down towards the ring. He dances with a child on his way. Then once inside the ring, he dances again.)

Pakka: Fujita... You are not even worth me talking to. After all... It is not like you are going to say anything. So why should I waste my breath? After all you have been here for almost a year... Maybe a year... Have held gold here and not said more than ten words. But tonight I will prove that you should have never held gold here and never will again.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
La Pakka takes Ryushi Fujita down with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka locks Ryushi Fujita in an armlock leglock submission.
Ryushi Fujita tries to escape the hold.
Ryushi Fujita makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.
La Pakka hits Ryushi Fujita with a flying cross body press.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka hits a flying spinning leg lariat on Ryushi Fujita.
There are lots of chants for La Pakka.
La Pakka executes a spinning leg lariat on Ryushi Fujita.
La Pakka nails Ryushi Fujita with a slap.

JR: La Pakka sends Fujita into the ropes.... La Pakka just kicked the legs of Fujita out from under him sending him upside down in the ropes.

King: Well at least he landed on his head... No real damage.

JR: La Pakka takes Ryushi Fujita down with a flying bodypress.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka hits Ryushi Fujita with a slap.
La Pakka uses a flying spinning leg lariat on Ryushi Fujita.
La Pakka throws Ryushi Fujita out of the ring.
La Pakka goes outside.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
Joe Finch counts: 4.
Joe Finch counts: 5.
Joe Finch counts: 6.
Ryushi Fujita is busted wide open.
Joe Finch counts: 7.
La Pakka knocks Ryushi Fujita into the ringpost.
La Pakka goes for a powerslam, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a sunset flip.
Joe Finch counts: 8.
Ryushi Fujita whips La Pakka into the guardrail.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes La Pakka's head off with a clothesline
Joe Finch counts: 9.
Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka gets back into the ring.
Ryushi Fujita climbs back into the ring.

La Pakka 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 La Pakka and slams him roughly to the mat. He then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off and crashes down on the prone La Pakka with a flying elbowsmash.

Ryushi Fujita nails him with a shooting star leg drop.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
He goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.

JR: Fujita is charging at La Pakka.

King: This could be a mistake!!!!

JR: La Pakka grabs the back of Fujita's head and is sliding him under the bottom rope!!!!

King: He landed on his chest!!!!!

JR: Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
La Pakka goes for a bodyslam, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a small package
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...

La Pakka 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 La Pakka.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

(The lights in the arena fade once again, shadows merging from their hiding places. Flash flares erupt from the ring-posts. ‘Inquisition’ appears on the Bruisertron, and a deep booming voice is heard)
VOICE: Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

>>>

(Cameras pan backstage to see White Lightning sitting alone in the bWo locker room. On a table beside him is the TV Title. White Lightning is sitting in a black leather chair. Suddenly a knock is heard at the door. White Lightning walks over to the door and opens it to see Michael Bole.)

White Lightning: Bole…what do you want?

Bole: I wanted to get a quick word with you on a few matters

White Lightning: All right, take a seat

(White Lightning takes a seat on the black leather chair and Bole on a couch beside the chair.)

Bole: So, White Lightning…

White Lightning (Interrupting): Call me Mr. Legend

Bole: Uh…ok…Mr. Legend, What exactly happened last week between you and the IC Champ, Vernon Vanderbilt?

White Lightning: Well, Vern, just felt the need to impede on an interview I was doing. You see someone like him, can get very jealous of a man like me with all the talent that I have. That circus freak may hold the IC Title, but one thing he is not, is a legend.

Bole: So, there has been a lasting effect, How will that carry over to this week?

White Lightning: Bole, let's just say that I am planning to pay Mr. Vanderbilt a nice visit later on tonight. Last week, Big Kev and myself completely destroyed Vernon and you can expect more of the same in the coming weeks.

Bole: On to another subject, Last week, your close friend Lowedown was brutally beaten and apparently will not be here tonight, have you talked to him, and how he is doing?

White Lightning: First off, let me address that lame @$$ Master Z! Z, you think you finished off Lowedown last week? You think your plan finished off the bWo? Well, this is only the beginning. Last week was a big mistake for you, and in the coming weeks the bWo will make your life a living hell! As for Lowedown, he is getting along just fine and will be coming back better than ever!

Bole: Now, about tonight, you face Kolic, what are your thoughts on that?

White Lightning: Kolic? A man who thinks he too is legend killer, when he obviously isn't. It seems to me like Kolic is trying to make a name for himself anyway possible. You know, taking pills to become smarter, calling himself a career killer. If there is anything Kolic should be calling himself, it's a joke! Because that is exactly what he is. No one cares what he thinks, if he died today, no one would even know, nor care. Kolic, you will be dealt with tonight. There's not IQ Pills, no education is going to help you tonight. Tonight, your going to find out what it means to get the beatdown, BWO STYLE! Just like your career, this interview is OVER!

Bole: Thank you for your time, I'll be leaving now

(Michael Bole gets up and walks out as the camera fades….)

(The scene opens in Tyrone's locker room, where we find the Hardcore
Champion sitting on the couch, wrapping and un wrapping a metal chain around
his right arm. Sarah Lyn walks in with a look of disgust on her face and
stands behind him. He doesn't stop wrapping and unwrapping the chain.)

Sarah: I hate when we don't share locker rooms baby.

Tyrone: Sorry to hear, but ya know I need to prepare for hardcore matches.

Sarah: I know, I know. But I miss you baby.

(Sarah wraps her arms around Tyrone's broad shoulders. Tyrone shrugs her off
after a few seconds)

Tyrone: C'mon now, 'Rah. Yer shakin' my concentration.

(Sarah has a look of anger on her face first, but quickly burst into tears.
Tyrone quickly jumps from the couch and looks at Sarah)

Sarah: (In between sobs) I just... want... to spend... time with...
you-ou-ou...

(Sarah starts to cry even louder. Tyrone drops the chain and climbs over the
couch to hug her)

Tyrone I'm so sorry, Sarah.

Sarah: I know... you're getting ready... but all... all... all I want is
you-ou-ou.....

Tyrone: I know I know. I'm sor...

Sarah: Everybody hates me.... My mom... my dad... my brother.... and now...
you do... too-oo-oo........

Tyrone: No, no, no. I don't!

King: How insensitive Tyrone is!

JR: This is insane! Sarah is manipulating Tyrone! It's obvious!

King: No! Tyrone's just not giving Sarah and her puppies the attention they
need!

Sarah: Yes you do!

Tyrone: No, I don't

(Sarah pulls away from Tyrone)

Sarah: No. I'm just a greedy (beep). I hurt you and you hate me too.

Tyrone: No, Sarah. I don't. I... I... Love you......

(Sarah's eyes light up. She stops crying almost instantaneously. She beams
up at Tyrone)

Sarah: Really?

(Tyrone has a look of indecisiveness on his face)

Tyrone: Yeah... I thi...

(Sarah throws her arms around Tyrone's waist)

Sarah: Baby, I love you! And I promise to be the best ever for you!

(The camera zooms in on Tyrone's face.)

Tyrone: Um... T'ank ya....?

JR: What on earth is going on with those two?

KING: I don't know, but if Sarah turns out to be a serial killer that kills off a dozen BMWF superstars and Tyrone turns out to be a guy who drove off a bridge after partying with Michael Thompson, Kurt Dangle, Pain, Tobey Milliken and some chick, and the chick drowned and they covered it up for 30 years, then I quit!

JR: You've been watching too much Days of Our Lives and Guiding Light again! We'll be right back!

(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as the fans get up and begin to cheer wildly. Scotty Scott walks out to the roar of the crowd. He stands there looking down into the ring. He begins to walk down to the ring. He steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. He folds his arms and stands there as the fans go wild.)

Scotty: Well Truck... Ya been facin' muh boys for a while... Now ya think yer man enough ta face the leader of the Union... I don't think so. What have ya done? Notta... Yer just some punk that thinks just coz Scotty lost in a Hell in a Cell that ya can beat the old man. Well yer just like Dreadnaught... A punk that feels he is betta than what he really is. After tanight... Both Dread and ya gonna feel muh wrath. So Truck... Beat me... If ya can.... Survive... If I let ya!!!!!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Truck

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott chops Truck.
The crowd is behind Scotty Scott all the way.
Scotty Scott chops Truck.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Scotty Scott chops Truck.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Scotty Scott goes for a backbreaker, but Truck blocks it.
Truck hits Scotty Scott with a scoop slam.
Truck hits a Samoan Drop on Scotty Scott.
Truck executes a spinebuster on Scotty Scott.
Truck goes for a scoop slam, but Scotty Scott counters it with a small package.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Scott goes for a flying clothesline, but Truck counters it with
a powerslam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout.
The cheers for Truck are drowning out the boos.
Truck runs into the ropes.
Truck goes for a shoulderblock, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
Scotty Scott nails Truck with a powerslam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Scotty Scott almost takes Truck's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd is giving Scotty Scott a standing ovation.
Scotty Scott takes Truck down with a hammerlock.
Scotty Scott hits Truck with a Russian legsweep.
Scotty Scott smacks Truck with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Scotty Scott.

JR: Scotty has Truck in the corner.

King: Oh no!!!!

JR: Scotty is punding the head of Truck with his fists!!!!

King: Ref!!!! Those are closed fists!!!!!

JR: Scotty is getting out of the corner and Truck just drops like an old dish rag.

King: I think Truck is already out!!!!!

JR: Scotty has Truck trapped in a german suplex!!!!

King: HE LANDED ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK!!!!!

JR: Scotty has the Scottamission locked in!!!!
Truck tries to escape the hold.
Truck summons one last burst of energy.
Charles Robertson asks Truck if he should stop the fight.
Truck shakes his head.
Charles Robertson asks Truck if he should stop the fight.
Truck shakes his head.
Charles Robertson asks Truck if he should stop the fight.
Truck shakes his head.
Charles Robertson asks Truck if he's still there.
Truck nods.
Truck tries to fight the pain.
Truck submits after 36 seconds.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

>>>

(White Lightning is seen backstage with a chair in hand. Beside him walking is Big Kev Nash.)

White Lightning: This is a special edition of Sneak Attacks 101. I'm your host, White Lightning and my colleague Kev Nash. Tonight's victim is Vern Vanderbilt. The weapons of choice are a steel chair for me, and brute force for Big Kev. Now, just around the corner is Vern, and unaware of what is about to happen. Let the show begin!

(White Lightning stealthily walks around the corner. White Lightning sneaks up behind Vern, and then reels back the chair and…)

*CRACK*

(White Lightning nails Vern with the chair to the back of the head. Vern falls to the ground in pain. Blood begins to trickle out of the back of his head. White Lightning kicks Vern a few times in the ribs before reeling back the chair one more time and…)

*CRACK*

(White Lightning nails Vern again with a chair shot to the back and neck area. White Lightning throws down the chair and calls over Big Kev. Big Kev walks over.)

White Lightning: Go ahead Big Kev finish this loser off!

(With that said, Big Kev grabs Vern and lifts him to his feet. Big Kev grabs Vern's head and puts it between his legs. Big Kev lefts Vern up above his head for the Jackknife powerbomb. Big Kev drives Vern into the concrete floor.)

*THUD*

(Vern smacks the back of his head off the concrete and is now motionless. White Lightning walks over his fallen body and leans in close to his face.)

White Lightning: Vern…this was only the beginning of the battle. You have angered the wrong people this time. I have a little proposition for you. Vern, I am challenging you to a match at Bruisermania. Title Vs. Title, the TV Title against the IC Title. It's none of this two falls BLEEP either. One fall, Winner takes all! I'll be waiting for your response, so until then….

(White Lightning grabs the chair and nails Vern in the side of the head.)

White Lightning: You just got your @$$ kicked, bWo-style!

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk off as the camera zooms in on the unconscious Vern as the camera fades….)

LILLY: This contest is a submission match for the BMWF Gold Belt.

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

("Back In Black" plays and a beat-up Tobey Miliken makes his way to the ring and he has a big smile on his face. Shawn Rollins is walking beside him also with s huge smile on his face. The two hit the ring.)

Tobey: So tonight "The Movie Star" fights for his first ever title. The gold belt. Well Tamer I know you think that you are going to win this match. I know you probably have Kolic coming in and doing a run in during the match, but I am telling you right now, YOU WON'T WIN! Tonight "The Movie Star" is going to show you plenty of stars. Tonight "The Movie Star" is going to show you a blockbuster hit that you will never forget.

(Tobey walks around the ring and then stops right in the center.)

Tonight "The Movie Star" is going to take home the gold. THE GOLD BELT. He's going to take your sorry butt and wipe the ring with it and then take these two arms, these two arms that are registered LETHAL WEAPONS wrap them around you and give you "THE DIRECTORS CHOICE" and when you are on the mat tapping out you are going to realize along with your group of wannabe MOVIE STARS that TOBEY MILIKEN is the man.
Now "The Movie Star" might not be what one would call "The Peoples Champ". But he is "THE PEOPLES CHOICE". "The Movie Star" is "The Peoples Choice" to kick your tame little, boot licking, whiny, sorry, moaning and groaning, love sick, RACHEL PICK ME, sickening, perverted, pathetic, PRIME TIME BUTT!
So in the words of William Shakespeare, "All the worlds a stage and each of us play a part." Tonight Tamer, you will play the part of my.

(The crowd screams and cheers loudly)

Yeah you know where I'm going with that one. And as for "The Movie Star" he's gonna play the role of "Your Daddy". Now bring out my woman so I can give her, her beating.

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

The BMWF Gold Belt Champion...
Tamer

PA: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
“Hit the Floor" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights
begin to strobe. From each side of the stage Blue fire shoots up arching
towards the middle of the stage meeting in n explosion of smoke. Tamer walks
out from behind the smoke. Tamer stands at the top of the ramp soaking in
the crowd. Tamer pats his title that is around his waste. Tamer rolls his
neck and begins to make his way down the ramp. Tamer hops up on the apron
and enters the ring. Tamer takes his title and places it on his shoulder.
Tamer climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his title in the air. Tamer goes
to all four corners. Tamer then stands in the middle of the ring and pats
his title, then turns around in a circle pointing to the crowd. )

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tobey Miliken goes for a punch to the side of the head, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer uses a T-Bone Suplex on Tobey Miliken.Tamer uses a sidewalk slam on Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer dances the Robot.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer goes for a DDT, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken nails Tamer with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tamer goes for a sidewalk slam, but Tobey Miliken counters it with a DDT.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
In turn, Tamer counters it with a low blow.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Tobey Miliken.
Tamer throws Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken whips Tamer into the ropes, but Tamer reverses it.
Tobey Miliken takes Tamer down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken goes for a punch to the side of the head, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer goes for a sleeperhold, but Tobey Miliken counters it with a jawbreaker.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Tamer with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tamer gets a sleeperhold on Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tobey Miliken is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tobey Miliken grabs the ropes after being trapped for 20 seconds.
Tamer hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Tobey M
iliken crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Tobey Miliken with a shoulderblock.
Tamer whips Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken kicks Tamer.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Tobey Miliken kicks Tamer.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Tamer kicks Tobey Miliken.
The crowd erupts.
Tobey Miliken punches Tamer.
Tobey Miliken kicks Tamer.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Tamer chops Tobey Miliken.
Tamer punches Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is behind Tamer all the way.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Tamer with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken whips Tamer into the ropes.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins pulls down the top rope.
Tobey Miliken goes through the ropes.
Tobey Miliken runs Tamer into the ringsteps.
Tobey Miliken whips Tamer into the guardrail.
Tobey Miliken throws Tamer back into the ring.
Tobey Miliken hits Tamer with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer nails Tobey Miliken with a bulldog.
Tamer kicks Tobey Miliken.
Tamer hits Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is behind Tamer all the way.

JR: This has been a great match up
Tamer on the offensive right now
Tamer whips Tobey in the ropes
Tamer goes for a clothesline
Tobey ducks
Tobey going for the Director’s Cut!!

King: It’s over!!

JR: Tamer fighting it
Tamer with a hard shot to Tobey’s gut

(Tobey releases tamer’s arm. Tobey stumbles a few inches back. Tobey runs at
tamer. Tamer catches Tobey with a thrust spinebuster.)

JR: Oh what a spinebuster!
Tamer has Tobey’s legs!
Tamer’s turning him
Tamer is trying to lock in The Cage!
Tamer has it synched in.

King: What?

JR: Tobey is writhing in pain
Tobey is refusing to give he’s inching his way towards the ropes
Tobey is close to the ropes
Tobey grabs the ropes!
Tamer won’t let go

King: What’s he doing?

JR: Tamer is walking Tobey back to the middle of the ring!
Tobey has to try to get back to the ropes now!

King: Cheater!

JR: tamer is leaning back
Oh my God!
The angle of Tobey back

King: Don’t do it Tobey!
It’s fun watching you in pain!
HAHAHA!!!

JR: Tobey is Tapping!
Tobey taps out!

*Ding Ding*

Lilly: here is your Winner and STILL BMWF Gold Belt Champion Tamer!!!!

(Tamer takes his belt and celebrates.)

(Tobey Miliken is being escourted backstage to his locker room by road agents and security, along with his manager, "The Director" Shawn Rollins after his match. William Black just happens to be standing along the side of wall in the hallway where this is taking place. Black upnods Tobey, with a smirk on his face.)

BLACK: Hey Miliken!

(Tobey Miliken and his manager both ignore William Black, trying to hurry along to their locker room.)

BLACK: Hey, Answer me when I'm talking to you son!

("The Director" Shawn Rollins turns around to say something, but gets hit with a hard left hand, laying him out. The road agents scatter, making room. Just as Tobey Miliken turns around, William Black hits him with a punch, and then a knee to the ribs. Tobey tries to fight back with a few punches of his own, but Black hits with a low blow, and then slams Tobey face first into the concrete wall. Black beats Tobey down the hallway a little bit more. When the cameras finally catch up, William Black is dragging Miliken into the men's bathroom.)

BLACK: Tobey, you like to talk a lot of BLEEP, so I've decided it's time to do something about it. This is the men's room, and just in case you didn't notice, there's a bounty on your head from Prime Time. I don't need the money, but I do like kicking you @ss.

(Just as William Black slams Tobey face first into the wall again, Rikishi is seen exiting a bathroom stall without flushing. He's holding his stomach, but stops when he sees Black and Miliken.)

BLACK: Hey Rikishi, you done in there?

RIKISHI: Yeah. Hey, thanks for those bean burritos and chili cheese fries man.

BLACK: No problem. Anytime... Hey man.. do me another favor right quick...make sure
nobody else comes in here to save his punk@ss.

RIKISHI: All right.

(Rikishi stands by the door, and folds his arms across his chest.)

BLACK: All right Miliken, time for you to get what you've got coming!

(William Black kicks open the door to the stall Rikishi was in just a few moments ago, and drags Miliken in. He punches Miliken twice more.)

BLACK: Oh look. A fresh pile of BLEEP! Lets get you acquainted!

(There are sounds of a brief struggle, and the splashing of some water. The camera goes back to Rikishi for just a second who is wincing in pain at the thought of what Miliken is going through.)

BLACK: Now lets wash it down!

(The toilet flushes about four or five times before Black lets Miliken go. Tobey Miliken crawls out of the stall, his head and upper body soaking wet. Black kicks him over on his back and then gets down real close.)

BLACK: Listen closely. I'm going to make this perfectly clear...so maybe you will
remember it. Until I lay your stupid punk@ss out with the Empty Chamber, our beef isn't over.

(Black walks over to Rikishi. The two nod at each other. The camera fades as both men exit the bathroom, leaving Tobey Miliken laying on the floor.)

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

(The scene opens in the garage. Tamer is polishing his motorcycle. Tamer has
looks over at his Gold Belt. Tamer picks up the belt and polishes it a
little. Tamer smiles. Tamer takes a breath and looks around the room. Tamer
smiles.)

Voice: Tamer! Tamer! Tamer!

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: I’m in the Garage!!

(The door connecting the garage to the house opens and Kolic walks in. Kolic
has an envelope in his hands.)

Kolic: This just came for you.

Tamer: In the mail? Didn’t they already come today?

Kolic: No. No. Some guy drove up on a motorcycle and dropped it off.

Tamer: What did he look like?

Kolic: Couldn’t tell he was wearing sunglasses and a hooded sweatshirt.

Tamer: What did he say when he gave it to you?

Kolic: He just said make sure Tamer gets this.

(Tamer takes the envelope from Kolic. Tamer reaches over into his saddle bag
and pulls out a letter opener. Tamer opens the envelope. Tamer pulls out a
letter and begins to read it.)

Kolic: What’s it about?

Tamer: Ssshh.

(Tamer continues reading the letter. Tamer finishes reading the letter and
rips it up.)

Kolic: What’s wrong?

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: Everything in the world. I really do hate myself

Kolic: You okay?

Tamer: Uh? Yeah. Thanks for giving this to me.

Kolic: No prob.

(Tamer looks inside the envelope and smiles. Obviously there is some sort of
object inside of it. Tamer grabs his belt and walks into the house with the
envelope in hand. The scene fades. A picture of Vernon reading is shown. The
scene opens. Tamer is walking around whistling. Vernon is reading on the
couch, and notices Tamer's cheery mood.)

Vernon: What's making you so happy?

Tamer: Oh nothing. Just it's so peaceful when the Eco-System is out.

Vernon: Tamer, they came back three hours ago. You didn't notice?

Tamer: Huh...I haven't heard a peep out of them.

Vernon: I think they said they were going to do you a favor....

Tamer: (raises an eyebrow) What KIND of favor?

Vernon: Something about making you another den.....they were in your room
last time I checked.

Tamer: Oh no..................................................Vern, should I
just walk away and sleep in the guest bedroom?

Vernon: (laughs) It might not be that bad. Go take a look

Tamer: (walking up the stairs) All right....you know, maybe it's not that
bad. They do tend to break stuff, but I know Mineral has a little bit of a
background with construction....wait that's Truck.....darn.

(Tamer slowly opens the door to his room, and suddenly Truck goes flying
out.)

Tamer: That's never a good sign...

Truck: Sorry....I was leanin' up against the door, and I wasn't figurin' you
were comin'....um...I wouldn't go in...

Tamer: Why not?

Truck: Just....well, we gotta patch it up first, it got a little...

Mineral: (inside) AW MAN, TAMER'S HERE!

Inferno: (inside) Stand in front of it, maybe he won't notice!

Tamer: Uh-oh.....

(Tamer goes inside to see Inferno and Mineral standing in front of where his
wall used to be, and where is now occupied by a gaping hole. All around the
floor are plumbing supplies.)

Tamer: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!?

Inferno: Well, we wanted to attack a bathroom to your bedroom....

Truck: (coming in.) ...so we blew out the wall to build the bathroom....

Mineral: .....turns out, your room overlooks the backyard. There's no space
behind it.

Inferno/Mineral/Truck: Oops.

Tamer: Yeah.....oops.

(Tamer suddenly grabs Inferno and Mineral and throws them out the gaping
hole. Truck runs away as Tamer reaches for him.)

Tamer: I wonder how far they fell......15, 20 feet....

(Suddenly, as Tamer looks down, he sees the Eco-System coming up! They land
on him and they all fall inside.)

Tamer: YOU CAN FLY NOW?

Mineral: Nah, there was a trampoline.

Inferno: You didn't have to try to kill us, you know.

Tamer: (standing up) Yeah, but it seemed like the right thing at the time.
(Tamer goes into a drawer and pulls out a certificate.) Here. use the rest
of my Home Depot certificate. I'm going to use the guest bedroom tonight,
you're going to FIX THIS!

Inferno/Mineral: (standing up) YES SIR!

(They take the check and run away.)

Tamer: (sarcastically) "We'll all get to know each other better if we live
together."....good idea, Tamer

(The scene fades. A picture of Inferno on the phone is shown. The scene
opens(Kolic is in the Prime Time training room practicing karate kicks on a
training dummy. Inferno walks in, and Kolic nearly hits him with a kick,
stopping an inch from his head.)

Inferno: Woah! Those feet are dangerous, keep them to yourself!

Kolic: Sorry, reflexes. What’s up?

Inferno: Someone called the house phone, said they needed to talk to you.

Kolic: Was it Kate?

Inferno: No, it sounded nasally and high-pitched, almost like...

Kolic & Inferno: A computer geek.

Kolic: Oh no...

(Kolic runs to his room and picks up the receiver on his desk.)

Kolic: Hello?

Voice: Hello, Kolic?

Kolic: This is he.

Voice: Excellent. This is Andrew McPhail, Vice-President of programming at
Microsoft. Did you receive our letter?

Kolic: I did, and the answer is no. I’m never going back to Microsoft.

Andrew: Are you sure? We’re offering a great sum of money, and with a name
like yours in the company, people will flock to buy our products.

Kolic: You had your chance. I was the best prospect out of Georgia Tech,
possibly the best in the entire country. You rejected me. You placed me in
the HELP CENTER!!!

Andrew: It was a clerical error...

Kolic: CLERICAL ERROR?!? I worked there for a year! A miserable (BLEEP)ing
YEAR!!! I thought in my quitting letter I made it clear I would never
return, but you didn’t get the message. I don’t care if Bill Gates HIMSELF
gives me his job IN PERSON, I am NOT going back to your company! Is that
clear?!?

Andrew: But we’re offering much more than that BMWF, or whatever it is, can
possibly pay you!

Kolic: Don’t you understand? It’s not about the money, it’s about results. I
can do more to prove myself to the world by fighting, and winning, in the
BMWF than I ever could at Microsoft. Sure, over 90% of the world uses
Microsoft,, but does anyone really care what your drones do? Do businessmen
talk at the water cooler about that geek who took the Blue Screen of Death
out of Windows? No. They’re talking about the BMWF and the wrestlers. I’ve
gotten more fame and attention in 7 months than I could ever get at
Microsoft, and that’s why I’m staying.

Andrew: Fine, I guess we’ll have to send someone to “convince” you to come
back.

Kolic: Tell them good luck even laying a hand on me. I dare them to take me
back, it will only make me more popular and tarnish your image. I’ll put
this in words anyone can understand: BRING. IT. ON.

(Kolic slams the phone down on the receiver. Truck walks in a few seconds
later with a look of confusion on his face.)

Truck: I heard a loud noise, what happened?

Kolic: Truck, I have a favor to ask. Next Monday, I may have
some...visitors, I want you to give them a true Prime Time welcome. Know
what I mean?

Truck: I tink so, do I get to beat dem up?

Kolic: Of course, it wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t. Here’s what’s going to
happen...

(Kolic and Truck walk away from the camera as we fade. "This has been a
Prime Time production" appears on the screen)

FADE

(Tobey Miliken, covered in blood and nasty stuff from the toilet is seen walking down a hallway the latest attack. A gloved hand appears from an open doorway holding a blackjack and hits Miliken in the head, knocking him out. The hand drags Miliken into the room; the door is closed and locked.)

JR: Someone just kidnapped Miliken! Could it be the Phantom?

King: Normally I’d say “who cares”, but there’s $50,000 at stake! Wait, I
still don’t care! HAHA!