Date : 03/14/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : United Center Chicago Illinois

(The show opens inside the United Center Chicago Illinois. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out United Center Chicago Illinois! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight! Two weeks ago, we had one heck of a PPV in Final Countdown. Lowedown and Judge had to defeat their respective opponents Scotty Scott and Master Z with each others finishers and managed to pull it off!

KING: Yeah! They cheated!

JR: And also, the wrestling world was shocked when TNA's Jeff Jarrett, Kevin Nash and Scott Hall led some of the BMWF Low-Carders such and Ravven and AJ Stiles in a revolt that left BMWF Owner The Bruiser, Lowedown, Scotty Scott and Sgt. Slobber laying unconscious in the ring.

KING: But we still don't know why they are here!

JR:Folks, I've been told that Lowedown is backstage awaiting the arrival of the new Tag Team champions, the Deadly Medley and the newly crowned Cruiserwieght champion Ryushi Fujita!

King:What for? Is he looking to steal their finishers as well? HAHAHA!

JR:Lowedown made mention of celebrating new Tag Team champions and Ryushi becoming the Cruiserweight champion earlier in the week and told me that wanted to give them something special for becoming champions.

King:With their luck, he probably got them autographed pictures of himself! HAHAHA!

JR: Let’s go to the parking lot!

King: I am hearing something is going on there!

(The scene changes to the parking lot where Michael Bole is staring at the gate. Some very loud engine noises are heard. Then the sound of squealing tires is heard. The camera then spies two cars that seem to be flying right towards Michael Bole.)

Bole: Ahhhhh….

(Bole ducks inside a door and sticks his head out. The cars screech to a loud stop right where Bole was standing. Smoke from the tires rise out of the rear wheels of the cars. Bole walks up and looks very upset.)

Bole: You two could have killed me!

(The camera pans across both cars. One is a red, shiny 2005 Mustang and the other is a black 2005 GTO. Both front license plates read, “DM”. Dreadnaught steps out of the GTO and puts one of the Tag Team Titles on his left shoulder. He looks at Bole.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, who got here first?

Bole: I was only worried about not getting hit!

(Black and Spirit step out of the Mustang and Spirit points at Bole.)

Spirit: Michael, you saw it, Black stopped first!

Bole: You two don’t get it! I was almost killed by your reckless driving!

(Black looks at Bole.)

Black: Wasn’t the first time we almost killed people!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, son, just remember when Deadly Medley is in town, all their opponents fall down!

(Black pulls his Tag Title out and straps it around his waist.)

Spirit: And tonight, the new Tag Team Champs show the world what a real Tag team is!

Dreadnaught: Well, we will have to settle the driving bet after the show. For now, we got some business to handle! Yo, it was awfully nice for Lowe to spring for these rides for us!

Black: Yeah, he has certainly gone above and beyond. But who am I argue?

JR: Lowe bought Deadly Medley those cars!

Dreadnaught: Speaking of which…

(Dreadnaught looks off camera and Lowedown approaches. Dreadnaught looks at the World title over the shoulder of Lowe.)

Dreadnaught: Looks like the Family picked up some major gold at Final Countdown!

Lowedown: And it looks like both of you seem to like my gifts. You deserve them and a whole lot more. Don't think that this is all you got coming to ya. I owe one more thing and this gift is almost as good.

Dreadnaught: Speaking of rewards, yo, I know I ain’t officially in the Family, but after those TNA cats jumped in our grill at Final Countdown, we all need to get together!

Lowedown: I couldn't agree more D. We definitely didn't expect that garbage. But I agree that we need to hook up and do a lil' bit of slappin' around.

Dreadnaught: Alright, now, where is Ryushi?

Lowedown:I don't know where the Cruiserweight champion is. Hey! I kind of like saying that. I don't know where THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION IS!

Bole:Did you see these guys try to run me over? I was almost...

Lowedown:Ah come on Bole! You know these guys would never hit their favorite interviewer! Come on guys! Let's go inside and check out the scenery alright?

(The Family and Dreadnaught make their way into the United Center as the Michael Bole tries to regain his composure...)

Fade...

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Jamaica...
Weighing in at 258 pounds...

K-Dawg

(The 3 Live Kru them plays as K-Dawg comes to the ring along with Rod Killings and Road Dawg Messy Mames.)

KING: Look at this! We have traitors in our midsts!

(The music stops. K-dawg grabs the mic.)

K-Dawg: ODALAY!

CROWD: BOOO!

K-DAWG: Yo, yo! let me speak on dis!

CROWD: BOOO!

K-DAWG: Arriba la raza!

CROWD: BOOO!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. from out of the flames arises Ravnos carrying a goblet full of blood and the Embalmer. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos goes for a forearm to the back, but K-Dawg side-steps and Ravnos
only hits air.
K-Dawg executes a jumping neck snap on Ravnos.
K-Dawg is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
K-Dawg yells out "Arriba la Raza!!".
K-Dawg has the crowd going wild.
K-Dawg hits a chop on Ravnos.
K-Dawg kicks Ravnos.
K-Dawg hits Ravnos.
The crowd is going crazy.
K-Dawg hits Ravnos with a sitdown faceslam.
Ravnos gets an abdominal stretch on K-Dawg.
K-Dawg makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Ravnos executes a belly-to-back suplex on K-Dawg.
Ravnos goes for a legdrop, but K-Dawg rolls out of the way.
K-Dawg runs into the ropes.
K-Dawg smacks Ravnos with a devastating rolling clothesline .
The crowd is going crazy.
K-Dawg is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
K-Dawg yells out "Arriba la Raza!!".
K-Dawg has the crowd going wild.
K-Dawg takes Ravnos down with a kick to the midsection.
K-Dawg throws Ravnos into the ropes.
Rod Killings trips Ravnos.
K-Dawg executes the Tequila Sunrise on Ravnos.
Ravnos tries to fight the pain.
Ravnos submits after 19 seconds.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is K-Dawg!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera opens inside the Syndicate locker room. Scotty and Ash are sitting in chairs facing each other several feet apart. Spoon, Donnie, and The Judge are sitting on a couch that runs the distance between them. It looks like this strained silence has gone on for several minutes as the couch seated members of the Syndicate seem to being getting uneasy sitting there watching this powder keg. Donnie finally leans forward and begins to speak.)

Donnie: Alright, we 're hear for a reason and it 's obvious that you two... (nods to Ash and Scotty) Aren't going to patch things up by yourselves like the rest of us had hoped. So, now it's time to put it all on the table. Who wants to go first?

Ash: Aint got nothing to say. I 've spoken my piece.

Donnie: Scotty?

Scotty: Yeah... What 'bout the tag titles? Didn't someone cost us the belts?

(Ash leans forward slightly as if he might do something then leans back)

Ash: I 'd hardly say I was the one to blame for that loss Scotty. I 'm not about to say you 're the one that cost us either. Look, you know for a fact that we weren 't ready for that match. And maybe that 's why I lost my cool Sunday. I 'm looking at the line up and seeing a well oiled machine fighting for the tag titles, but for once that wasn 't us. Blame you, blame me, whatever it was we weren 't the team that won those titles. That fact was eating at me for days knowing that it was almost inevitable to lose the titles because I the team I always knew would walk out with a win wasn 't there. So yeah, maybe I did cost us the titles by getting pinned, but it 's not like we showed any reason to keep them lately. We got embarrassed at every turn by Dread and Black, with hardly an inkling of retaliation. If you ask me I 'd say we deserved what we got.

(As Scotty is about to speak, Spoon starts talking.)

Spoon: Listen, before I got injured, The Syndicate was one of the best stables in the fed. We worked well together, and we knew what needed to be done. Then I'm gone for a couple of weeks and everything is shot to *bleep*! I mean What the *BLEEP!* Scotty and Ash are fighting each other, and you all lost the title to Dread and Black. Dread and Black! Listen, we need to figure out what the hell is wrong with all of us, cause something obviously is. If something is messing with one of us, it's messing with all of us, and we need to figure out what the *BLEEP!* it is!

Judge: I was so focused on Lowedown and the World title that I didn't even notice the cracks beginning to form in my own stable. Ash, Scotty...you two are responsible for bringing me to this point, and I can't thank you two enough. But I'm really upset to see you two fighting, especially right before I go after the World title.

(As The Judge pauses the seated members look over at Ash then over at Scotty. Scotty exhales and starts speaking.)

Scotty: I admit I have issues I am havin' ta deal wit. My own personal demons so ta speak. And no... I have not taken these thin's lightly.... So yea, I've had thibn's otha than the Syndicate on muh mind. I figured ya's could count on Ash ta do somethin' since he co-founded this group. But when I needed him the most... Where the Hell was he? To busy <bleep>'in' 'bout me ta everyone that has a ear. That made thin's worse.

Donnie: Scotty, you're right. Through a lot of this, Ash was way out of line. But, a lot of what caused Ash's behavior had to do with your issues lately.

(The group looks at Ash who is obviously angry and uncomfortable being the target of this inquisition.)

Ash: What the *bleep* are you all looking at? You want me to Apologize for the things I said? Well you all can go *bleep* yourselves. If that 's what I 'm in here wasting my time on then I 'm out of here.

(Ash starts to get up to leave and Donnie interrupts.)

Donnie: That isn't what this is about Ash, we're not placing blame or looking for apologies. The question is, Are you really ready to just leave the group on this note.

Spoon: Listen, I like the way we work in this stable. The way we all work together. *bleep*in everyone. This bickering needs to stop, now. No one is at fault, we just need to fix what the hell is wrong.

Ash: Look, I meant every word I said. Sure I wish I 'd of known what all was going on with Scotty before I started letting it get to me. And that 's the truth, but I 'm not sorry for a word I said because it 's how I feel. This stable is in trouble, and the fact that we 're even having this meeting shows it 's not the same as it used to be. Do I want to get back to that point? Hell yeah. Do I think we can grow even stronger, push the Judge over the top, and bring in some new talent that raises the bar in this federation even higher? Hell yeah.

(Ash turns and looks at Scotty.)

Ash: I owed you more than what you got. For that my bad. I 'm not going to pretend what I said didn 't happen or that it was a mistake, but I owed you more. More time, more patience, more support, more whatever. That 's the best I can do Scotty, take it or leave it.

(Ash extends his hand and waits on Scotty 's reply.Scotty turns his back on the extended hand.)

Scotty: Forget ya Ash... I was a star here in the BMWF for a loong time witout ya... I can do it on muh own 'gain.

(Scotty walks out.)

FADE

(In the Syndicate locker room, Dizi is sitting cross-legged on a table and watching Donnie as he reviews the evening's schedule.)

Donnie: Uh oh...

Dizi: What's wrong?

Donnie: You have a tag match...

Dizi: Jammin!

Donnie: Aquatic isn't your partner.

Dizi: She isn't?

Donnie: No...

Dizi: Well, that's stinky.

Donnie: Listen, Diz, you have to be professional tonight. You have to go out there and stay focused on your opponents and try your best to win the match. No matter who your partner is.

Dizi: (sighs) It's that Moonie trash, isn't it?

Donnie: Yes.

(Dizi falls back so she's lying on the table, looking up at the ceiling.)

Dizi: But, I don't like Judge Moonie...

Donnie: I know.

Dizi: Why do I have to keep tagging with her?

Donnie: I don't know, Diz, I don't set the schedule.

(Dizi sits back up.)

Dizi: You have anything to eat?

Donnie: I'll get you something in a little bit.

Dizi: I'm going to talk to Tamer.

Donnie: Dizi! (stops, takes a deep breath and calms himself) Are you sure about this?

Dizi: Yeah.

Donnie: What are you going to say?

(Dizi looks thoughtful, then smiles brightly at her brother.)

Dizi: I don't know.

Donnie: (grins) Well, that's okay. It tends to work for you.

(Dizi smiles back as the picture...)

FADES

>>>

(Samantha is sitting on a chair lacing up her boots as Fifi walks in. Fifi pulls up a chair beside Samantha. She looks into the eyes of her new found friend. The tears are welling up in her eyes.)

Samantha: What's up girl?

Fifi: I tried to make things right with an old friend today. But he wouldn't listen to me.

Samantha: Scotty?

Fifi: Yes, I still love him. But he never calls me anymore. He never asks how I am. When I heard through the rumormill that he was having problems with someone in his Syndicate...
I had to go to him. I had to see if he was alright.

Samantha: That didn't work out to well, did it

Fifi: No, he just pushed me aside and walked away.

Samantha: That really sucks. Some men can be so stupid. Just don't let it distract you from the match

Fifi: I have not forgotten... (anger builds in her tear stained eyes) Dizi and Moody... Must pay for trying to steal my spotlight!!! I am going to teach those little wentches!!!!

(Fifi gets up and storms out of the room. Samantha smirks after he)

Samantha: I love it when she gets riled up.

(Fifi hangs her head in the room.)

Fifi: Are you going to just sit there or are you coming?

Samantha: Yea, I'm comin.

>>>

 (Paddy O’Brien is backstage with a number of
crew members.  He has a pad and pen, and seems
to be giving out directions)
 
Paddy: Only a few days to go guys, how’s all the
preparations going?
 
Crew Member: Not bad, I think we nearly have
everything you wanted.
 
Paddy: Well make sure everything is ready for
next week.  That’s when everything is going down.

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

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Scotty Scott...
At a total combined weight of 265 pounds...
The BMWF Women's Tag Team Champions...
From Quebec, CN... weighing in at 135 pounds...
Fifi
Her partner...
From Seattle, Washington... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Samantha Gretch

(The sound of a record getting puts on as the lights flash. A heavy guitar rif starts playing as Marilyn Manson's "Tainted Love" blares from the speakers. Fifi and Samantha walks out from different sides onto the stage. The tag title belts rest loosely on their hips as the crowd boos loudly.

JR: Fifi is as ready for this match as I have ever seen her.

King: The power of the puppies!!!!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 305 pounds...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation by Halfcocked comes on the PA and the audience begins cheering. Dizi MacPhearson, with Donnie, appears at the top of the ramp and waves at the crowd, laughing when many of them wave back. Donnie gets her started down the ramp when blue and silver pyro starts to go off behind them. Dizi whirls around with a huge smile on her face, watching the pyro. Donnie waits until it's over then gets her headed towards the ring.)

JR: Well this should be an interesting teaming... Dizi and Judge Moody.

King: Yeah, they absolutely hate each other! It's gonna be great! But, you know what the best part of this match will be?

JR: I know, I know- the puppies.

King: Not 'the puppies' JR. THE PUPPIES!!!

(Dizi and Donnie make it to the ring. Dizi wanders around, chatting to the fans as Donnie climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He calls Dizi a few times and, finally, she slides in under the bottom rope. Dizi jumps up and bounces on the ropes, waving at the fans, as she waits for the match to start.)

King: She's bouncing, JR! Dizi is bouncing!

JR: I can see that King.

King: I love it when she bounces.

JR: I know you do.

LILLY: Her partner...

From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

(Fifi turns down the mic and looks only at Dizi and Moody.)

DING DING!!!

JR: Fifi and Samantha are attacking Moody and Dizi!!!

King: They are not playing games at all!!!!

JR: Fifi has Dizi against the ropes... Hard chop to the uh... Chest area.

King: Do you think she might need a chest massage?

JR: Judge Moody hits a hurricanrana on Samantha Gretch.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Samantha Gretch and Judge Moody get hit with a double clothesline.
Samantha Gretch hits an armdrag takedown on Judge Moody.
Samantha Gretch whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Samantha Gretch takes Judge Moody down with a hiptoss.
Fifi enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Dizi enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Samantha Gretch and Fifi whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double backdrop.
Dizi gets back up, but gets cut off.
Samantha Gretch and Fifi whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double elbowsmash.
Fifi goes for a short clothesline, but Judge Moody counters it with a hiptoss.
Fifi leaves the ring.
Judge Moody puts Samantha Gretch in ankle lock.
Samantha Gretch is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Samantha Gretch gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.

Tag!

JR: Samantha tosses Dizi with an arm drag
She follows up with an armlcok.
Dizi is screaming in pain

King: Ha! Samantha is gnna make Dizi submit to her!

JR: Dizi reaches the ropes.

Tag!

JR: Dizi and Fifi circle each other.
They lock up in the center of the ring.
Dizi quickly turns it into a wristlock submission.

King: Dizi's looking good tonight.

JR: Yes, she seems to be very focused on her match.

King: Oh, yeah, that too.

JR: Fifi manages to break the hold.
Fifi is circling Dizi, looking for an opening.
Dizi is keeping an eye on her opponent.

King: Judge Moody is calling for the tag, but Dizi is ignoring her!

JR: Well, the animosity between these two women is no secret.
Fifi moves in on Dizi.
Dizi takes Fifi to the mat with a drop toe hold.
Dizi nips up.
Fifi makes it back to her feet.
Dizi hits Fifi with a dropkick.
Dizi applies an armlock leglock submission.
Dizi has been all over Fifi so far.

King: Yeah, I love it!

JR: Samantha is encouraging Fifi to tag, but, Fifi is too far away.

King: But Judge Moody isn't!! She just reached in and tagged herself in!

JR: And Dizi doesn't seem too happy about it!

King: Not happy! She's furious!

JR: Moody moves into the ring.
Dizi moves to the ropes.

King: Ha! Did you see that JR?? Dizi just hit Judge Moody with a shoulder!

JR: I don't know, I think that's more of a nudge than a hit.

King: That's because you like Dizi.

JR: Well, that's true. And Dizi has exited the ring.

Tags!

JR: Judge Moody has Samantha Gretch in some trouble here.

King: Yeah, but I think she's too tired to take advantage of the situation.

JR: Judge Moody reaches back and Dizi gets the tag.
Dizi climbs to the top of the turnbuckle.
Samantha Gretch gets back to her feet.
Dizi hits Samantha with a cross body block from top!

King: That was some impact, JR! I think Samantha is stunned!

JR: Dizi hooks the leg and is going for the cover!
The referee is counting.... 1....

King: Samantha put her foot on the ropes!

JR: 2! The referee sees Samantha's foot and is calling for the break.
Dizi gets to her feet.
Dizi gets Samantha by the hair.
Dizi sends Samantha into the far turnbuckle.
Dizi follows in with a cartwheel splash!
Judge Moody wants the tag!

King: Well, Dizi is trying to hog the limelight.

JR: Oh, I don't believe that.

King: Did you see that? Dizi just made a rude gesture to Judge Moody!

JR: Well, I guess she doesn't want to tag out!
Dizi pulls Samantha to her feet.
Dizi sends Samantha into the ropes.
Dizi goes to the opposite ropes...

King: She's going to try for a clothesline...

JR: No! Judge Moody tagged herself in again!
Dizi just slapped Judge Moody!

King: Woo hoo! Girl fight!

JR: The whole match is a girl fight, King!

King: Oh, yeah... that's right.

JR: Judge Moody is right up in Dizi's face. It looks like these two partners are going to go at it!

King: Now, that's what I want to see!

JR: The referee has them separated.
The referee is ordering Dizi out of the ring.
Judge Moody turns her attention back to the match.

King: That little spat was a mistake. This gave Samantha time to get to her corner and tag in a fresh Fifi.

JR: Fifi whips Moody into the ropes.

King: This is good JR. Bouncing puppies!!!!

JR: That had to be the stiffest clothesline I have ever seen in my life!!!

King: Moody might be out cold!!!

JR: Fifi is lifting Moody off the mat.

King: She has Moody up for a bodyslam!!!

JR: What the....

King: Fifi has actually military pressed Moody!!!!

JR: I can't believe it!!!!

King: I can't either JR!!!!

JR: I knew she was strong but never to that extent!!!!

Tag!

JR: Samantha kicks Moody in the gut
She follows up with a scissors kick!
She's pulling Moody's hair!

King: Cat fight! Merow!!

JR: Judge Moody hits Samantha Gretch with a snap mare.

Tags!

JR: Fifi has Dizi in her corner. Fifi just slapped Moody!!!

King: Moody is trying to get in the ring!!!

JR: The referee is holding her back in the corner as Samantha chokes Dizi with the tag rope!!!

King: And Fifi is taunting Moody.

Tag!

JR: Samantha has just slammed Dizi to the mat with a russian leg sweep!
She's standing by her body and shaking her hips!

King: Whooo!

JR: Samantha has hit Dizi with a standing moonsault!
Moody is in the ring!
Fifi clotheslines her!
SEAWASP TO DIZI!
DUSTER TO MOODY!

King: Yea, I love it!

JR: Dizi is screaming in pain
Dizi is fighting to break free
Samantha tightens the hold
Dizi's shoulders are on the mat
The ref counts 1...2... shoulders up!
Samantha tigtens the hold!

Earl Hepner sees that Dizi is out cold.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Fifi and Samantha Gretch!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Backstage, Alexei is shown in his locker room, donned in a black
t-shirt with a three-cross logo and the phrase "Triple Threat"
underneath it. He's taping up his wrist as Michael Bole steps into the
frame from out of nowhere.)

BOLE: Alexei! Can I get a quick word with you?

(Alexei, obviously surprised, quickly looks around the room.)

ALEXEI: Good lord, Bole, were you hiding in my bag? What in the world
do you want?

BOLE: I just wanted to talk to you before your match later tonight.
Why are you teaming up with Vlad, someone who has been little more
than an enemy to you since his arrival?

ALEXEI: Bole, for starters, it takes more than just being Russian and
having a loudmouth sidekick to be my enemy. Vlad was never an enemy of
mine. Just another opponent. He chose, on various occasions, to poke
his nose into business that wasn't his own and he took some of my
actions personally. I'm teaming with him because I recognize his
ability. Vlad is what I like to call... raw talent. It's there, you
can see glimpses of it, but it's unpolished. It's unrefined. You've
seen him wrestle, haven't you Bole?

BOLE: Many times.

ALEXEI: Then you understand me. He's like an animal. Very powerful,
very dangerous, but he lacks precision. Being a powerhouse guarantees
you nothing. Vlad is also a fellow Russian, and I just don't think
he'll reach his potential under that loudmouth cretin.

BOLE: You mean P.J. Sykes?

ALEXEI: Of course I do, Bole. His beating was something that was long overdue.

BOLE: Sykes doesn't seem to like you very much, either. Do you think
that'll have any impact on your teaming with Vlad?

ALEXEI: Depends, Bole. It depends on what Vlad wants more. Success...
or deporation.

(With that, Alexei steps past Bole and the shot fades...)

(Aquatic walks up to a guy carrying around a stack of papers.)

Aquatic: Is that the schedule?

Guy: Yeah. You want one?

Aquatic: Sure. (Aquatic takes the schedule.) Women's Tag Title Match tonight. That's good, I can make it up to Dizi.

Guy: Read the sheet.

Aquatic: Reading...with Moody? How'd that happen?

Guy: Dunno. Hey, ain't you that Aqua girl?

Aquatic: Yes, I am. Why do you ask?

Guy: Well, you team with that Danielle girl, right?

Aquatic: Yeah. Which is why I am therefore mad.

Guy: Their four...big word. Anyhoo, you kinda blew her off to face that Eye-talian girl, so don't she get to blow you off now?

Aquatic: Well...yeah, I guess. Makes sense. Good point.

Guy: That's Red State logic for you. Born and raised in South Carolina. Not like all you fancy New Englanders, with your lattes and your electric cars...

Aquatic: And our computers and our booming economies. Stop while you're ahead.

(Aquatic leaves, reading the sheet.)

FADE

>>>

(The arena lights fade and ‘Earlier on tonight’
appears on the Bruisertron.  The scene opens
in a familiar place, the abandoned fairground. 
Old hinges creak, as a light rain gently soaks
the ground.  As the camera continues it stops
by the discarded waltzers, Ezekiel sits in one car)
 
Ezekiel: I come back to a place of old, to remind
me of things that I have forgotten.  Over the last
year I have been delivering a message.  I have
been helping people find their own Truth, not
imposing my one on them.  However, the merit
of this approach seems to be waning.  With two
weeks to go until Bruisermania, the biggest show
of the year, I am facing old opponents, those who
have heard the Truth.
 
(Ezekiel pauses and the gentle pitter patter of rain
can be heard)
 
Ezekiel: This is not to mean that I am defeated,
but a different approach is needed.  The Intercontinental
title affords me an audience, those that can be helped. 
Nonetheless there will always be those that resist,
and now it seems that force is the only answer.  I
sorely regret it coming down to this common denominator,
but needs must.  In two weeks time it will be myself
in the ring facing both Hardcore Harry and Tobey
Miliken, in a Triple Threat mach for the Intercontinental
title.  You may think you have me measured, but
as proved over the past months, you cannot keep me down.
 
(The camera focuses on Ezekiel’s face and the protective
mask he still wears.  With the scene fades)

>>> 
 
(Paddy is making notes as he is shown the contents
of a number of boxes)
 
Paddy: Good job there son, I’m liking your attention
to detail.  Next week is going to be a night people are
not going to forget.
 
(The scene fades just as Paddy pulls something out
of a box)

>>>

(We see Michael Bole approach a door, the camera
shows it to be Ezekiel’s dressing room.)
 
Bole: I am standing outside Ezekiel’s locker room,
tonight he teams with Hardcore Harry, a man who
he has a bitter rival with, against the Main Event at
Bruisermania.  Lets see if he has a few words.
 
(Bole knocks on the door, after a few seconds he
gently opens the door to show an empty locker room)
 
King: Ha!  Perhaps he’s no-showed!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Hollywood, CA...
Weighing in at 254 pounds...

Dustin Roads

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...
Weighing in at 282 pounds...

Pest


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Pest goes for a lariat, but Dustin Roads counters it with an armbar submission.
Pest manages to grab the ropes after 16 seconds.
Dustin Roads takes Pest down with a piledriver.
Dustin Roads throws Pest into the turnbuckle, but Pest reverses it.
Pest executes a punch on Dustin Roads.
Pest uses a punch on Dustin Roads.
Pest executes a series of kicks to the midsection on Dustin Roads.
K-Dawg and Rod Killings come to ringside.
Pest executes a roundhouse right on Dustin Roads.
Pest smacks Dustin Roads with a devastating clothesline .
Pest acts like thinks he's better than anybody else.
There is no crowd reaction.
Pest nails Dustin Roads with a flying elbowdrop.
Rick Patrick counts: One, shoulder up.
Pest acts like thinks he's better than anybody else.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Pest hits a forearm to the back on Dustin Roads.
Pest is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pest nails Dustin Roads with a forearm to the back.
Dustin Roads executes a gutwrench suplex on Pest.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Dustin Roads gives the sign for the Shattered Dreams.
Dustin Roads places Pest on the turnbuckle.
Dustin Roads executes the Shattered Dreams on Pest.
Dustin Roads is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Dustin Roads goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going "We want Rick Patrick !".

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dustin Roads!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

--------------------Prime time backstage early in the night-----
 
(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Vern, Ezekiel, and Kolic are standing together while Clancy takes a picture. Tamer is sitting in a chair facing the door.)
 
Mr. Beauregarde: That’s a great picture. Look at all that’s gold.
 
Vern: Fabulous. Tonight we debut the best new tag team.
 
Ezekiel: Man I have to admit… This feels good.
 
Vern: Gold always does darling.
 
Kolic: We are doing so well. I gotta say. I mean, what could be better then this? Well, other than...
 
Tamer: Thank you for the concern.
 
Kolic: Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean that. I meant...
 
Tamer: No, I know. I just. It’s been two weeks. I just hope she comes to see me tonight.
 
Ezekiel: She will.
 
Vern: I am sure of it. It’s impossible to keep you two apart…
 
Clancy: They’re right. By next week my boy, you two will be right as rain.
 
Tamer: You guys are right. You’re right…
 
Vern: Then get up. Lets go get some food and drink. Relax before our matches.
 
Tamer: I’d rather wait, for when she shows up.
 
Vern: Fair enough. Well I personally am hungry.
 
Kolic: Yeah. I mean unless you want us to hang with you?
 
Tamer: No, don’t be silly. Go. Eat.
 
Ezekiel: We’ll be back.
 
(Clancy takes Vern to the side.)
 
Clancy: I’ll stick with him for a bit.
 
Vern: Good.
 
(Ezekiel, Vern, and Kolic leave to get food as we fade.)

>>>

(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm is standing in a corridor. Michael Bole is standing next to him.)

Michael: Hey Kevin, you got a moment?

Kevin: Sure. What do you need?

Michael: Well, first off, you get a rematch against Ryushi Fujita, in what many think was a cheap win by him.

Kevin: Yes, Fujita did get a cheap win. However, this time, his friends won't be able to save him. Vernon won't be able to save him. Nobody will...

Michael: And about Alexei...

Kevin: Alexei is a non-factor. And if he chooses to be a factor, well, I guess Omori-san can tell him what will happen.

Michael: Will you be beating anyone else up?

(Kevin looks directly at Michael)

Kevin: Only my enemies, Michael. And I do have plenty of them...

(Kevin walks off, as the camera fades... to... black...)

(Witherspoon is standing in a vacant room in the arena. Mats have been rolled out accross the room, and other then that, the room is empty. Dr. Oliver is

standing to one side, her hair down, brushing her shoulders slightly as she shakes her head. Another man is standing against the wall, leaning slightly,

dressed in wrestling gear. Spoon is wearing a pair of pants, his boots and his back brace. His right hand is resting on his lower back slightly, frowning

at Dr. Oliver.)

Dr. Oliver: I honestly think that you came back to soon.

Witherspoon: Maybe that's what you think, but I needed to come back.

Dr. Oliver: Please, Tamer has moved on. You should go back and take a longer break.

Witherspoon: Tamer is just scared. He's frightened of facing me at Bruisermania.

Dr. Oliver: Your Narcissisim asside, you are not ready to compete yet. We've seen so far that you can't perform a good portion of your moves.

Witherspoon: I just need to do some work! That's all!

Dr. Oliver: Look, your back is still healing. You have trouble lifting him up. You can hardly do a Suplex!

Witherspoon: It doesn't really matter. I'm just facing Dale Anderson. I don't need my full arsenal to take care of that little punk.

Dr. Oliver: We aren't even sure if you can pull of your main Finnisher.

Witherspoon: Well then I still have Binned!

(Witherspoon glares at Dr. Oliver, removing his hand and standing up to his full height.)

Dr. Oliver: Whatever. Listen Chris, your my friend, and I know what you are capable of. That's why I'm letting you compete still. I'm just telling you

that you should take the next couple weeks off, and return after Bruiser...

Witherspoon: *BLEEP!* that! I am not going to miss Bruisermania.

Dr. Oliver: No need to shout at me...

Witherspoon: Well, let's just get back to work. I need to warm up.

(FADE)

>>>

(The scene opens backstage where we see Alexis Terrion holding her women’s title tightly.)
 
Alexis: I do not have much patience this week so I shall be quick about this. Tonigh I will defeat Aquatic to prove my superiority over her, which of course is already obvious. In fact the only reason I have asked to speak before this camera is for business reasons. I of course as a champion must defend my title at BruiserMania and although I could simply face on women and make it nice an easy. I have something different in mind.  With the return of Samantha Gretch and the resilience of Aquatic and Dizi, not to mention the other female stragglers I have decided to make a grander challenge. A pristine match for the greatest spectacle in wrestling, the first ever four-way Women’s Title Ladder Match. If of course commissioner Dangle approves. Yet for such a match to take place it must have the best competitors in it. So I have devised a way of qualifying. Next week I would like the following matches to take place. Judge Moody versus Samantha Gretch, Dizi versus Fifi, and Aquatic versus Kim Gail. The winners of those matches will qualify to be a part of history. They will get to be footnotes in the greatest Women’s Title run ever. That is all for now. Enjoy watching me defeat Aquatic.
 
FADE

>>>

(The Couch is standing in the BMWF interview area,
beside him is Paddy O’Brien)
 
Couch: Paddy, a big match tonight against the returning
Tobey Miliken.
 
Paddy: True, Tobey is one tough guy.  If tough was the
word for coward.  Tobey needs to play tricks to get the
upper hand.  You get no tricks from me, what you see is
what you get.  Tobey may be heading to Bruisermania
for an Intercontinental title shot, but I got nothing to lose. 
He has everything to lose.
 
Couch: Can you let us into what you are planning for next
week, what was in all the boxes?
 
Paddy: What’s the date?
 
Couch: The 14th of March
 
Paddy: What date will Thursday be?
 
Couch: The 17th
 
Paddy: Does that mean anything to you?
 
Couch: Um…
 
Paddy: You’re not very culturally aware are you?  It’s
St Patrick’s Day, that means there’s going to be some fun. 
You know what fun is don’t you Couch?
 
(Paddy pats The Couch on the shoulder and makes his
way to the ring)

>>>

(The scene fades in inside Vlad’s luxurious gym. Numerous expensive gym equipment are scattered around the spacious room, the colours black and silver are most abundant. The silence is disturbed by a loud *SLAP*  *DING*. The camera starts moving across the room . . . *SLAP*  *DING*. Vlad is seen wearing a full-body black training suit, with a small hoody covering his head. He is holding his hockey stick and standing in front of a hockey goal; a number of pucks are scattered on the ground. He takes a step back, winds up, swings and takes a slap-shot *SLAP*  *DING* sending the puck into the goal off the cross bar. Vlad holds his hockey stick to the side as if it was a scepter, turns to the camera and speaks in [subtitled] Russian. His face is barely visible under the black hoody.)
 
Vlad: [Today, Alexei and I are joining forces in a tag-team match. We come from very different backgrounds and we are both very different individuals, but today, we pursue a common goal, a single target that will grant us the recognition that we deserve.]
 
(Vlad sets another puck, takes a swing *SLAP*  *DING* and nails the puck in the goal.)
 
Vlad: [Today, BMWF will experience the power of the Soviet old school, a lesson that we will mercilessly lecture to our opponents. They will get a first hand taste of Alexei’s fist and Vlad’s might. We stand high at a combined weight of 625 pounds, as a team we are undefeated, and as a team we will come crashing down on our opponents like the thunder.]
 
(Vlad takes another slap-shot *SLAP*  *DING*)
 
Vlad: [I have always trained to the highest level and I have learned to always hit my targets. Hit them high and hit them hard.]
 
*SLAP*  *DING* (Vlad removes the hoody and exposes his face to the camera. He begins staring fearlessly into the camera. Vlad continues in English.)
 
Vlad: Every time Vlad shoots, Vlad scores. Tonight, Vlad score powerplay in ring, be there to cheer for the Russians.

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

Hailing from Siena, Italy...
Weighing in at 118 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Alexis Terrion

(“Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin plays over the PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyrotechnics. A beat up Alexis Terrion steps out from behind the curtain. Alexis is dressed in a vivid candy apple red catsuit with black wrestling boots and she has The BMWF Women’s Championship around her waist)
 
JR: Alexis Terrion has made a giant challenge for BrusierMania
 
King: A Ladder Match JR!  It’s unbelievable!

 (Alexis just walks straight for the ring. She completely ignores the fans.)
 
JR:  And apparently Alexis is the Women’s Division booker!
 
King:  She’s the champ JR. Thou who has the Gold makes the rules!

(When Alexis reaches the ring she climbs the steps and stands in her corner waiting for the bell to sound.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

(A text image appears on the BruiserTron.)

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold,
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
-W.B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"

PA: I walk alone, I walk alone...

(The guitar riff hits, and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out, dark mascara and all, in an old black jacket with the back duct taped over. Upon a quick glance from the camera, we can see that it is her old Prime Time jacket.)

PA: My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone....

(Aquatic grabs a microphone from within the ring.)

Aquatic: Well Alexis, you slipped between my fingers last Monday. I won by countout, but you kept your title. Not surprising. Now I have a rematch. Except it's non-title. Which defeats the point of a rematch. I stopped asking questions a while ago.

(There is a quiet, and a few slurs are heard. Aquatic steps out of the ring for a second, facing the fan who had been yelling derogatory comments.)

Aquatic: Would you like to repeat that into the microphone? With children in the arena?

(The fan slinks back into his seat.)

Aquatic: Thank you. You know, I've been labeled a few things. I've been labeled an extremist. I believe that the ends justify the means, although I think it would pervert the concept to call it Machiavellian. I've been labeled a powderpuff pacifist. I don't believe in conflict unless provoked or justified by guaranteed advantage. I've been labeled a religious right-winger. I don't swear as I find it unnecessary, I do pray, and I've found myself on the conservative spectrum more often than not. And I've been labeled a demonic monster. I've made people bleed, beg, and suffer, all the while enjoying it.

(Aquatic stares into the stadium lights. She twitches for a moment on camera, which releases an audience cheer.)

Aquatic: I will win tonight against Alexis Terrion. It is unnecessary, but I will. Whatever I am...I will become a champion. That is the only thing that can define me.

(Aquatic hands the microphone off and slides back into the ring.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Aquatic and Alexis lock up!

Aquatic leans back for a Monkey Flip, But Alexis pulls her back up.
Alexis pulls up Aquatic for a powerbomb, but Aquatic back-dropkicks Alexis into the turnbuckle post.
Aquatic catches Alexis with a neckbreaker.

King: These two actually learn about each other! It's like they're smart women!

(Aquatic slingshots Alexis into the ropes and rolls her up, but Alexis kicks out at two. Aquatic puts Alexis down with a spinning heel kick.)

JR: Aquatic is twitching again...that can't be good.

Aquatic runs to the opposite rope, and flips off with an Asai.
She connects, and pulls Alexis up from the back.
Alexis goes flying with a release German suplex.

JR: Only Aquatic blends Lucha Libre and American Tech like that!

Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic with an enzuigiri.
Alexis Terrion takes Aquatic down with a dragon screw leg whip.
Alexis Terrion goes for an Asai moonsault bodyblock, but Aquatic side-steps and
Alexis Terrion only hits air.
Aquatic hits spinning heel kick on Alexis Terrion.
Aquatic has the crowd going wild.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic has the crowd going wild.
Aquatic executes a snap mare on Alexis Terrion.
Aquatic nails Alexis Terrion with an Asai moonsault.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Aquatic goes for an Asai moonsault, but Alexis Terrion counters it with
a tombstone piledriver.
Alexis Terrion further incites the crowd.

JR: Alexis has Aquatic up for a Brainbuster! This looks bad!

Aquatic pushes up out of the Brainbuster, and flips down holding Alexis's neck.
Aquatic hoists Alexis up over her back.

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker.
Aquatic goes for the pin.
The referee counts: 1...2....3.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...AQUATIC!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene fades in on a hall with Bole standing by. He is talking to some cameramen checking to see if everything is ready. Moments later he turns toward the camera with mic in hand.)

Bole: Tonight we have a very special interview for you fans out there. Tonight we speak with a man who has apparently lost it over the past couple of weeks. We will be speaking to Dale Anderson. For a recap we will tell you what happened with him. First of all, Dale promised to his sister that he would win his triple threat match. Sadly he lost, and his sister died after his devastating loss. He has now developed acute paranoia. There has also been the problem of him developing a small case of schizophrenia. He has so called voices in his head, they are harmless, yet very talkative he says. Tonight we talk about this. Please welcome... Dale Anderson.

(Soon after the introduction Dale comes in and stands near Bole. He is looking a mess due to less sleep. He shakes Boles hand and faces the camera.)

Dale: I have voices... and only I can hear them. I have told them to be quiet for this special occasion... and they listened. They will allow this interview. So Bole, if you would please carry on, it would be very much appreciated.

Bole: Okay. We heard about your sister, about her death. We are a little late in asking but, how did she die, and how does this affect you?

Dale: My sister tragically died from a tumor in her brain that shown up a few months after her having the other tumor taken out. I was told that she died from some type of brain seizure or something. I am not quite sure what that is but, she died from it. It has affected me a lot over the past couple of days. It was the cause of my sickness. I developed acute paranoia and a minor case of schizophrenia. The doctor said I would be fine and that it should pass on soon. Right now it's good to have these voices to comfort me.

Bole: Ohhh kay, anyway, onto the next question. These voices, have they been affecting your matches or anything?

Dale: No, they are quiet during the matches. They do occasionally cheer me on and that comforts me a little. It is good to have someone who cares to be at my match EVERY time to cheer me on. It is a new change that I like.

Bole: You do realize the voices aren't real right? How can something that isn't real care or feel anything about anyone?

Dale: LOOK, JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE APART OF ME DOESN'T MEAN THEY AREN'T REAL! You may hurt their feelings, and that wont be good on anyone's part. They care and feel about everything. Some they care for, and some they hate. But you have no idea how it feels until YOU have voices in your head! They care... and they don't particularly like you right now. So don't get on their nerves anymore.

Bole: Sorry, I didn't mean to offend them. I was just trying to make a point.

Dale: Well, it was a bad point.

Bole: I know that now. Next question... do the voices HELP you in your matches?

Dale: Well, sometimes. The cheering they do for me is quite helpful. It makes me want to push harder, go farther, sustain more damage. They also help me with maneuvers. So yes, they do help me.

Bole: Okay... I guess. Now onto the match tonight. You are facing the true madman... how do you feel?

Dale: You haven't seen mad until you've seen me. Witherspoon is the original madman, but he might just have to step aside. I don't think he has voices in his head like I do. I am sure he hasn't a case of schizophrenia, or acute paranoia now does he? He may be the original, but i'm the newer, less obsolete version of madness. He's the madman, I'm the ccrazy, psychotic man. I am awaiting anxiously for our match. We will see who is the crazier one. I am driven off of my anger, powered by my hatred, and armored by my crazy. I am not scared of the so called "MADMAN", no, he should be scared of ME!

Bole: I don't think Witherspoon is afraid of anyone.

Dale: So, your meaning to say he's the opposite of you?

Bole: I'm not afraid of everyone.

(Dale jumps at Bole and Bole flinches.)

Dale: Yeah right.

Bole: Whatever.

Dale: Don't speak in that tone with me man! I will kill you... you understand?

Bole: What!?

Dale: HUH? Not you... the troublemakers in my head are telling me to attack you.

Bole: Umm... should I leave?

Dale: No... ask more questions.

Bole: Oh okay. Think you will actually start winning with these voices? Think you will win in the match tonight?

Dale: Yes, I WILL START WINNING. And witherspoon.. is withered and decrepit. He is old news, I'm the new. When he was new the had stone tablets for newspapers and fire wasn't invented yet. He is no longer new, I am, I'm taking over.

Bole: Wont the Boss go mental on you?

Dale: Bruiser? I don't think so... I am not scared of old beer breath.

Bole: Insults will get you the stunner...

Dale: He tries and I will show him a stunner of my own. I am sorry... your boring me I am out!

(Dale walks off.)

Bole: I guess that's it.

(The scene fades.)

>>>

(Tamer is sitting in the Prime Time locker room in the same chair he’s been sitting in all night.  Clancy pats him on the shoulder as he heads for the door.)
 
Mr. Beauregarde:  I’m going to grab some chow. You want anything?
 
Tamer: Nah… I’ll probably start getting ready for my match.
 
(Clancy shakes his head as he heads for the door. Tamer stands up and walks over to the far side of the room and starts looking through his bag. Clancy gets to the door and smiles when he opens it. Clancy slips out of the room as Dizi slips inside quietly.)
 
Dizi: (softly) Hey, you.
 
(Tamer stops what he’s doing and turns around slowly. Tamer smiles when he lays his eyes upon Dizi’s face.)
 
Tamer: Hey…
 
Dizi: You have anything to drink?
 
Tamer: Um…Water. I think
 
Dizi: That's okay; I'm not really thirsty.
 
Tamer: So...How ya been?
 
Dizi: Okay.  I had waffles for breakfast.  And bacon.  I like to dip the bacon in the syrup from the waffles.
 
Tamer: That always taste good…
 
Dizi: Donnie doesn't like me to have too much syrup because of all the sugar. You lied to me.  Sugar learned a new trick, too.  Dad has a little obstacle course set up and she runs it really well.
 
Tamer: Wait, what? I told you everything…
 
Dizi: An obstacle course... with a ladder to climb and some hurdles to jump.  And she sleeps with him at night.  Yeah, but before that.  I think she's decided she's his dog.  Probably because I'm away so much. 
 
Tamer: I know… I’m sorry. I was trying to… It doesn’t matter now. I realized my mistake. I meant everything I said at Final Countdown.
 
Dizi: It's just that... I thought maybe we could be okay... and then there was that tape.  That just makes it really hard.
Tamer: I know... I just…
 
(Tamer shakes his head and turns away.)
 
Dizi: Tamer... If I'm with someone... there can't be lies.  I really wanted us to work, because I do love you, but... I have to trust you.
 
Tamer: You can trust me… I will tell you anything and everything you want to know.
 
Dizi: But, I did trust you.  And you lied to me.  And now I don't know if you'll do it again.
 
Tamer: I said everything I can say two weeks ago. That was my heart and soul. Ultimately it’s up to you now.
 
Dizi: I don't know.  I'm still...  I don't know.  I can't rush back into this with you.
 
(Tamer turns back to Dizi.)
 
Tamer: And I wouldn’t ask you to. I want to be with you… whatever that means, however slow we have to take it. I just want you in my life.
 
(Dizi looks at Tamer for a long moment.)
 
Dizi: I don't know how long it's going to take to get back to where we were.  I can't even promise that we will. 
 
Tamer: I am in for the long haul… I am in this relationship.
 
Dizi: I'm not sure we have a relationship anymore.  But, if you want, maybe we could have dinner.
 
Tamer: Danielle… I can’t do this… I thought I could but I can’t. I know you. I know who you are. I can’t start all over because that’s not realistic. Everything that happens is what will make this a strong relationship. I’m not going to weaken it with this start anew thing. I can’t handle walking around like there are eggshells under my feet.
 
(Dizi nods thoughtfully.)
 
Dizi: But, I'm not sure I know who you are. (takes a deep breath) But, I understand.  I'll miss you, Tamer.
 
(Dizi turns and quietly slips out the door. Tamer slams his back against the walls and slips down as tears begin to roll down his face.)
 
FADE

(Aquatic storms into her locker room and stops short. Dizi is sitting on a couch, her face buried in a pillow, sobbing.)

Aquatic: Hi Danielle...you mind if I come in?

(Dizi looks up, takes a deep breath and nods.)

Dizi: It's your... your... your... locker room.... I just didn't... know where else... to go.

Aquatic: Okay, okay, it's all right. (Aquatic sits down and holds Dizi in her arms.) Do you want to talk about it?

Dizi: He said... so I went... and then he didn't... (puts her head on Aquatic's shoulder) Men suck.

Aquatic: (mumbling) I've been waiting for you to realize that...who is he? Is it Tam...um...Josh?

Dizi: Yeah... he doesn't want to try... he said he can't start all over. But, I couldn't just go back to the way things were before. He lied to me... and I can't just forget that... You know?

Aquatic: Of course you can't. Men are pigs, they just expect you to forget quicker so they can get in you faster. (Dizi looks at Aquatic.) That could have been more tactful. So what do you want to do? Do you want to...um...make a choice?

Dizi: A choice about what?

Aquatic: I don't know...(mumbles something)...I don't want to push you. What is your heart telling you about him?

Dizi: My heart? (sniffles) It hurts too much right now to say anything...

Aquatic: (closing her eyes and pulling Dizi a little closer) All right...all right. Have you talked to Donnie about this?

(Dizi shakes her head.)

Dizi: He'll just get mad... and I don't want someone to be mad. I just want someone to... I don't know... just be here so I don't have to be alone.

Aquatic: Yeah...I know the feeling. Okay...okay...I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you, Dizi. When all the men let you down, I'll be here. Don't worry about that.

Dizi: I'm glad you're here.

(Dizi puts her head back on Aquatic's shoulder and starts to cry again.)

FADE

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien
 
(The arena lights dim and the Irish flag appears
on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning To Ya’ by House
of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
(‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the top of the
entrance ramp.  He is dressed in a tight black tank
top, with baggy white trousers.  He is slim build,
but with very well defined upper body, evidenced
by the tank top.  In one hand he carries the Irish
flag)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Misty Rivers...
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken
 
(“Vertigo” plays and then out walks Tobey Miliken wearing a black robe, trimmed in gold with the words, “Hollywood Idol” on the back. He is wearing black pants with gold tassels down the leg. He enters the ring and unbelts his robe and hands it to Misty. Tobey then takes the mic.)

*DING DING* 
 
JR: Tobey runs and clotheslines Paddy O’Brien to start the match.
 
King: Tobey says that he is a new man. Let’s just see how new of a man he is JR.
 
JR: Tobey picks up Paddy and whips him into the ropes.
Tobey then grabs Paddy as he runs back and clotheslines him again across the throat.
Paddy is gasping for air.
Tobey then kicks Paddy in the back of the head.
Paddy falls flat on his face and then Tobey walks across the back of Paddy.
Tobey laughs as then turns around and stomps on the middle of Paddy’s back.
Tobey then picks up Paddy and as Paddy is bent over still gasping for breath, Tobey uses a double axe handle and nails him in the back with it.
Paddy falls back down.
Tobey picks him up and then places him across his back and starts spinning around.
 
JR: What the heck is he doing?
 
Tobey then stops and then executes a fall away slam.
 
King: Tobey is making him dizzy then tossing him. Talk about your confused state of mind. Paddy must be wondering where he’s at and why does he feel like he just got hit by a truck.

JR: Paddy O'Brien hits Tobey Miliken.
A small "Paddy O'Brien" chant is being started.
Paddy O'Brien hits Tobey Miliken.
Paddy O'Brien punches Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is cheering on Paddy O'Brien.

JR: Paddy lifts Tobey to his feet and whips
him to the ropes,
a straight punch to the temple.  The ref berating
Paddy for
using a fist.
 
King: Yeah, disqualify him ref!
 
JR: Tobey rolls to the outside, Paddy rebounds of
the ropes and hits a baseball slide

JR: Paddy and Tobey locking up, Tobey
behind with a backlock, Ezekiel with a
hiptoss sends Tobey to the canvas.  Ezekiel lifts him
and throws him to the outside.

Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits Tobey Miliken with throat punch.
The crowd is cheering on Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Paddy O'Brien executes throat punch on Tobey Miliken.

JR: Paddy knocks Tobey to the canvas.  Tobey
back to his feet, Paddy scoops him onto his
shoulder, and charges into the turnbuckle, what
a back breaker.  Tobey clutching at his back. 
Paddy lifts him again and drops him neck first
over the top rope.  Devastating move on Tobey,
Tobey clutching at his throat.
 
JR: A punch to the throat by Paddy, Tobey drops to
one knee.  Drop kick to the knee, Paddy being very
methodical here.  Paddy with Tobey hooked up,
fisherman’s suplex, the ref down for the count.
 
Referee: One… Two… Shoulder Up!!!

Paddy O'Brien is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Paddy O'Brien hits Tobey Miliken with a dropkick to the knee.
Paddy O'Brien goes for Canadian backbreaker into turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken executes a swinging neckbreaker on Paddy O'Brien.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

 
 
Tobey once again grabs Paddy and whips him into the ropes.
Tobey runs behind and clotheslines Paddy over the top rope.
Paddy hits the floor hard.
Tobey falls to one knee. And starts holding his head.
The ref walks over and starts talking to Tobey.
 
King; Has Tobey re-injured something JR?
 
JR: If only we could be so lucky.
 
Misty grabs her purse and pulls out a leather glove with spiked studs on the knuckles.
 
JR: WHAT IN THE WORLD?
 
King; Tobey said you would see a new Tobey and this looks new JR.
 
While Tobey has the ref distracted Misty starts hitting Paddy with right hands to the face with the spiked glove. Blood is getting all over her dress.
Misty takes the glove off and puts it back into her purse.
Paddy is laying motionless.
 
Tobey shakes it off and jumps outside the ring.
Tobey grabs Paddy and whips him into the ring barrier sending Paddy over the barrier and into the crowd.
Tobey climbs over and starts fighting with Paddy in the audience.
Tobey motions for a fan to clear out.
Tobey grabs Paddy and pile drives him on the floor.
Tobey gets out and jumps back into the ring.
The ref starts counting again.
One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight…
 
Tobey grabs the ref and starts telling him to stop the count.
Tobey jumps out of the ring.
The ref starts the count over.
Tobey climbs over the barrier and grabs Paddy and tosses him onto the floor.

Tobey slides back into the ring and then back out.
The count starts over again.
Tobey grabs Paddy and throws him back into the ring.
Paddy is struggling to get to his knees. Blood is all over his face and running down his chest.
Tobey grabs Paddy and executes a belly to belly suplex.
Paddy is crawling over towards the ropes.
Tobey grabs Paddy from behind and drags him over to the middle of the ring.
Tobey then picks up Paddy and executes a DDT.
 
King: I have never seen Tobey so focused as he is tonight.
 
JR: He is just trying to destroy and humiliate this guy. He’s not going for the win, he’s going for humiliation.
Tobey grabs Paddy and throws him to the turnbuckle.
Paddy hits head first.
Tobey then starts bashing Paddy’s head into the turnbuckle.
Paddy is still bleeding a lot.
Tobey then turns Paddy around and climbs the turnbuckle.
Tobey leaps and bull dogs Paddy into the mat.
Paddy is out cold.
 
JR: For God sake cover the man and end this match.
 
King: I don’t think Tobey wants to end it. I think he’s trying to prove that he is a new and more determined man than ever.
 
Paddy is laying still. Tobey walks over and turns him over and straddles Paddy and starts nailing him with lefts and rights. Paddy is not responding, he appears out cold.
 
The referee walks over and is trying to pull Tobey off of Paddy.
Paddy is still not responding.
 
JR: The referee has to stop this match, Tobey is going to kill him.
 
The referee goes to call for the bell but Tobey gets off of Paddy and starts talking to the referee.
 
Misty climbs into the ring and places her spiked high heels on and grind one into the bloody face of Paddy.
Paddy is still not responding.
Misty straddles Paddy and pulls the spiked glove out and starts beating Paddy with her spiked glove. Blood splashes over on her dress.
 
Misty gets up and leaves the ring before the ref turns around.
The ref decides to let the match go on.
 
Tobey grabs Paddy and executes a fall away slam.
Paddy is still not responding. His eyes slowly open and he shows that he is in great pain.
Tobey walks over and grabs Paddy and places him in “The Un-edited Version”
Tobey executes it and Paddy is out cold again.
Tobey then signals for “The Directors Choice.”
 
King: Tobey is executing both finishers on Paddy. Can this man take much more?
 
JR: Tobey is completely destroying Paddy. This is not funny King. I think that Tobey has really went over the top tonight.
 
Tobey executes “The Directors Choice”.
Paddy is not responding.
The referee gets down and is checking Paddy.
The ref raises Paddy’s arm once.
Paddy’s arm falls.
 
The referee raises Paddy’s arm for the second time.
Paddy’s arm falls again.
 
The referee raises Paddy’s arm a third time.
Paddy’s arm falls for the final time.
 
The ref calls for the bell.
 
JR: Finally, it is over. Tobey wins.
 
King: Tobey just destroyed this man tonight. I really felt for the guy.
 
 LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 
(The arena lights fade and ‘Earlier on tonight’
appears on the Bruisertron.  The scene opens
in a familiar place, the abandoned fairground. 
Old hinges creak, as a light rain gently soaks
the ground.  As the camera continues it stops
by the discarded waltzers, Ezekiel sits in one car)
 
Ezekiel: I come back to a place of old, to remind
me of things that I have forgotten.  Over the last
year I have been delivering a message.  I have
been helping people find their own Truth, not
imposing my one on them.  However, the merit
of this approach seems to be waning.  With two
weeks to go until Bruisermania, the biggest show
of the year, I am facing old opponents, those who
have heard the Truth.
 
(Ezekiel pauses and the gentle pitter patter of rain
can be heard)
 
Ezekiel: This is not to mean that I am defeated,
but a different approach is needed.  The Intercontinental
title affords me an audience, those that can be helped. 
Nonetheless there will always be those that resist,
and now it seems that force is the only answer.  I
sorely regret it coming down to this common denominator,
but needs must.  In two weeks time it will be myself
in the ring facing both Hardcore Harry and Tobey
Miliken, in a Triple Threat mach for the Intercontinental
title.  You may think you have me measured, but
as proved over the past months, you cannot keep me down.
 
(The camera focuses on Ezekiel’s face and the protective
mask he still wears.  With the scene fades)

(Witherspoon is sitting in The Syndicate locker room, a cigarette resting between two fingers. He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke out

slowly. He frowns towards the camera.)

Witherspoon: Tamer, you think you can provoke Master Z and leave me alone. Well that's fine. Everyone knows that the only reason your doing this is

because you are frightened of facing me, in a ring, at Bruisermania.

(Witherspoon takes another hit on the cigarette. The smoke slowly drifts from his mouth, to be reinhaled through his nose. He blows the smoke out in a

thick cloud.)

Witherspoon: Now you may be saying to yourself, Master Z could be considered the most dominate wrestler in the BMWF. I mean, after all, he put Witherspoon

out of action for a while. This is true, Z get's things done in the ring. However, Master Z is not going to go all out on Tamer, because to him, Tamer is

just a punk. Hell, anyone is just a punk to Z. See, me and Tamer, we have problems. Deep problems. Tamer would not be just a punk to me. I would be

going into that match to rip him apart. To deystroy Tamer. Because you see, I have a legacy to uphold. Last time I was at Bruisermania, I ended a man's

career. And I plan on continuing that Legacy. The man I face at Bruisermania, is not going to step into the ring again. Tamer fears that. He knows that I

will end his career. So, whatever. He stepped out. Me and him will still meet in the ring, but not at Bruisermania.

(Witherspoon takes a final drag on the cigarette, stubbing it out in an ashtray.)

Witherspoon: The point of this, is that I am going to need an opponent for Bruisermania. I really don't care who I face. So, I am officially open the

Madman challenge. Who in this fed is man enough to face me, at Bruisermania, in the stipulation match of my choice. I am going to be making an example of

Dale Anderson tonight. I am going to use him, to show you what I am capable of. So, the real question is, who is man enough.

(FADE)

>>>

(The camera shows the Syndicate locker room. The door opens and Donnie steps out. The door closes behind him and suddenly a hand wraps around his throat and slams his against an opposite wall. His legs are shown as barely touching the floor when the camera pulls back and shows Dreadnaught choking the life from Donnie.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, you remember me? Yeah, I think you do. I’m the cat you cracked with that bottle of JD during Final Countdown! I just wanted to stop by and say hello to the man who tried to take me out.
 
JR: I would normally say let him go, but Donnie deserves this!
 
(Donnie is shown struggling for air when Dreadnaught drops him to the concrete floor. He crumbles in front of the Syndicate locker room. Dreadnaught pulls a bottle out of his jacket pocket.)
 
Dreadnaught: Just because I am not a (BLEEP) like you. I will pour some out for you!
 
(Dreadnaught opens the bottle and sips from it before pouring some right in the eyes of Donnie.)
 
Dreadnaught: And now, a toast to me!
 
(Dreadnaught holds the bottle up in the air.)
 
Dreadnaught: And this is the way we toast in South Central!
 
(Dreadnaught looks down as Donnie struggles to get up. Dreadnaught pulls the bottle back.)
 
**SMASH**
 
(Glass shatters all over the floor as the bottle is smashed over the head of Donnie.)
 
JR: DEAR GOD! Blood and glass are everywhere!
 
(Dreadnaught smirks and then knocks on the locker room door before walking down the hall. The camera follows him.)
 
Dreadnaught: Clean-up! Dog-(BLEEP) in front of the Syndicate locker room!
 
JR: Dreadnaught got his revenge on Donnie tonight!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale, getting ready for the match. He is in his ring attire currently and is currently doing squats. He has his eyes closed but still speaks.)

Dale: Welcome, I had the cameraman come into the room just before my match so I could get a few things out of my head. I have grown bored with losing. I have been bored of it since the beginning. Now my new self sha'll hold me stable. I am not actually taking Spoons spot as the Madman. He is still the beholder of that title and will remain the holder of that title. I do not wish to steal his characteristic. I did not mean everything I said in that interview with Bole. I was just in a state of anger. About what you ask? The voices were angerin the hell out of me. It was the same feeling that you get when Bruiser is talking to ya. That people I can tell you is NOT a good feeling!

(The camera's view lowers as Dale goes down for doing pushups.)

Dale: I actually was ecstatic when I got into the BMWF. Now it just seems that noone and nothing is on my side. Well, Moody actually made a great partner and I am looking forward to more Mixed tag matches with her. Next time we will rule the match, and will win. I am trying a new beginning, a new start, and I am trying it with a new personality. If my Face ways don't work... then since I am actually neutral... I am going heel baby. There is a new side to me, a new side of which everyone sha'll soon reckon. Spoon, he is the first to meet my change, he is the first to meet the Bronx-mans change. I should have been heel in the first place. Not Face or Neutral. I am from a bad neighborhood therefore it should fit for me to be bad. I am the Bronxman the new badman from the bad city. Don't worry, I am not going to be like Heidenriech. That guy scares even me.

(Dale flips over and starts doing sit-ups.)

Dale: The doc says I am almost over with my sickness... but I don't think I am. I think I am going further in. He says it would feel like that, but he doesn't know me, he doesn't know how I am, I mean, how can he? He hasn't ever lived near me, he doesn't know how I gre up... he knows nothing, NOTHING! But I actually do hope I get out of this state. I hate it. It sucks. Too many people speaking, it sucks.

But I need to get back on subject. I need to get back to my match, not talk about the Doc. So, I am going to take something from Eminem... Spoon, he will be the first to fall down Like a Toy Soldier. Then the rest of the people I face from here on out will all fall down Like Toy Soldiers. This fed will become a mass of fallen warriors because of my anger. I am not going to give in this time. No matter the situation, I will not fall! I will not become one of those toy soliders.

(Dale gets up and handstands on a bench. He walks on his hands to one end of the bench and turns around. He then walks to the other end and gets back onto his feet. He then goes to a post and starts doing pulls ups.)

Dale: Spoon, he is tough, probably one of the toughest opponents I have EVER faced. But, in this case, he is only an obstacle to pass. And right now, I wont be stopped. I will surpass this psychotic man of an obstacle and laugh afterwards. I will laugh at the pitiful waste I will leave behind. Spoon, I have no grudge or hatred toward you, but I am looking to end something at the moment. I am looking to end my feud with Scotty and go on for better things. Feuds worth the effort. This feud has possibly even died down to almost extinction. So you Spoon, will be taken out by tremendous force. Now, you can take me out, but prepare for a fight you wont soon forget.

(Dale lets go of the bar and goes toward the camera.)

Dale: It's time for the Crazy Bronxman to be released. Spoon, see you in the ring.

(Dale grabs a towel and wipes off his forehead covered in a mass of sweat. He then throws the towel to the side and walks off. The scene fades.)
 

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