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

PA: I WAS BORN TO REIGN!

("Born to Reign" by Will Smith hits the PA system as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to get a mixed reaction from the crowd. He walks about half-way down the ramp and then raises his gavel in the air and brings it down, each time igniting a black and white pyro behind him. The Judge continues down the ramp and enters the ring, taunting the fans. Judge grabs a mic from ringside and addresses the crowd.)

Judge: Did you all enjoy BMWF Final Countdown last week? Lowedown somehow managed to beat Scotty Scott, the opponent I picked for him.

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: But more importantly, I beat Master Z, one of the greatest BMWF World Champions! Lowedown picked Master Z because he thought he would give me trouble, but I proved Lowe wrong and beat the man who has beaten him numerous times before, some of them for the same title I will be going after at the end of this month! Well Lowe, standing here before all of your fans here in Chicago, I am declaring that defeating Master Z was just a preview of Bruisermania! Lowe...


PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown makes his way out of the entrance way with a confused look on his face towards the Judge. Lowedown makes his way down to the ring carrying the World title in his right hand. As Lowedown makes his way up the steel steps, he takes a brief look around and then sets the title in the corner and climbs through the ropes. The Judge watches Lowedown as he makes his way over to Lily Garcia and is handed a microphone...)

JR:It appears Lowedown doesn't like what the Judge had to say just a minute ago and he is here to confront him.

King:We could have Bruisermania right here tonight! Tell the network to start charging extra! YAHHH!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he looks over at the Judge and then slowly brings the microphone up...)

Lowedown:First of all, I want to say as much as I enjoyed your match...that was the sloppiest Downtime I have ever seen man!

(Both men laugh for a moment as Lowedown pats the Judge on the shoulder...)

Lowedown:I wanted these people here tonight and at home to see the actual training you did for learning the Downtime submission. Check this out peeps!

The Judge is shown sparring with someone in a ring, somewhere in an old looking gym. The Judge whips the man into the ropes and the man attempts a clothesline, but Judge ducks under it, locking him in the Downtime, however the man easily breaks out of it. The Judge looks very frustrated and stomps the mat.)

Judge: DARN! I'M NEVER GOING TO GET IT!

Trainer: Just remember to lock in the dragon sleeper and keep the arm behind the leg....and whatever you do, don't let go.

Judge: Alright, let's try it again.

(The trainer rushes at Judge, but Judge leaps over him. He lands behind the trainer and locks in the Downtime once more. This time, the trainer desperately tries to break the hold, but cannot. The Judge keeps it locked in as the trainer begins fading real fast.)

Judge: TAP Z! THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO...TAP MASTER Z!

(The trainer begins tapping wildly, but Judge refuses to break the hold. The trainer gasps for breath and passes out, as Judge finally breaks the hold. He gets up and looks at the unconscious trainer.)

Lowedown:Let me ask you something Judge. How old was that trainer of yours? He had to be 95 right? I mean, I bet that guy donates blood every time he goes to the bathroom. You almost pulled a Kevorkian Dragon sleeper on an old man. It's actually kind of funny if you look at it.

(Lowedown squints his eyes a bit and then points towards the corner of the screen...)

Lowedown:Hold on a second now. Is that his Oxygen tank in the corner? Hey King! Do that John Madden thing with the pen and circle that for me would ya?

(The King grabs his pen and looks at the screen and circles something in the corner...)

King:I can't tell if that's an oxygen tank exactly, but he might be right. It looks like an oxygen tank to me.

JR:I think Lowedown is trying to make fun of the Judge.

King:I'm laughing! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:You did a decent job though. I hear the trainer is back in his wheelchair and able to swallow applesauce again. So you make sure you send him a get well card.

(Lowedown smiles as he then makes his way over towards the Judge for a moment and leans towards him...)

Lowedown:Judge my friend, it seems we have a bit of a problem. I hate to say this to ya after all we've been through, but something just doesn't seem right here.

(The Judge looks puzzled for a moment as Lowedown walks over and leans against the ropes. Lowedown then turns back to the Judge...)

Lowedown:Judge, you and I have been through alot and as far as I can see, I have been up front and honest with you ever since you won that big match of yours to become the number one contender and yet...I don't think you've been completely honest about this whole thing. Allow me to explain if you don't mind?

(The Judge nods his head as he continues to keep his eyes of Lowedown as he makes his way to the ropes facing the Bruisertron...)

Lowedown:You see, after I successfully and single handedly took care of Scotty with your Gavel Smash, I pinned him without any worry. You on the other hand, had something different in mind didn't ya? Take a look at the screen.

(The Bruisertron lights up to show the ending of the match between the Judge and Master Z at Final Countdown...)

JR: Master Z is climbing the ropes with Judge preparing to execute the Atomic Driver!

*CRUNCH*

JR: ATOMIC DRIVER ON JUDGE!

Master Z goes for the cover!
(Tamer suddenly jumps the guardrail, pulls the ref out to the floor, then slides in the ring steel chair in hand. Tamer yells and Master Z jumps up and turns to face him. Tamer nails Z’s Skull Denting the chair.)

*CRACK*

(Master Z stumbles back trying to stay verticle. Tamer throws the chair down to the mat. Tamer hooks Master Z up from behind and Turns him. Tamer delivers The Whip right onto the Steele Chair.)

JR: Tamer is assaulting Master Z

King: What has gotten in to him?

JR: Revenge is on his mind.

(Tamer rolls out of the ring.)

JR: Tamer may be done…

(Tamer looks under the ring and pulls out a table. Tamer quickly slides it into the ring. Tamer follows in. Tamer sets up the table. Tamer then lifts Master Z off the mat.)

King: What is Tamer doing!

JR: I can only guess. Something tells me that table wont last long!.

(Tamer sets Master Z up for a powerbomb. Tamer hoist Master Z up and then sends him crashing down through the table.)

*SMASH*

(Tamer lets out a feral scream and then exits to the back leaving Master Z laying in the remains of the table.)

(Lowedown takes off his headset and makes his way towards the ring and leans in behind the ring post. Lowedown watches very closely as he keeps his eye on the Judge...)

JR:Lowedown is definitely trying to get into the Judge's head.

King:Well, there's alot of room in there! HAHAHA!

JR: Master Z is crawling back into the ring. He's still groggy!

KING: Here come the Judge! Har! I've always wanted to say that!

JR: Master Z hits The Judge with a gorilla press!

King: Go for the pin Z!

(Master Z reaches for his brass knucks, but the ref jumps in his way and yells at him to toss them away.)

JR: The Judge is getting to his feet and grabs his gavel! I don't think Master Z sees it!

(As the ref takes the brass knucks from Z and tosses them from the ring, Judge leaps forward and nails Z with the gavel!)

King: I think Master Z is knocked out cold from that vicious shot and that attack by Tamer!

JR: The Judge is grabbing Master Z and is locking in the Downtime, but Z is already knocked out!

King: The Judge is very clever!

JR: Charles Robertson sees that Master Z is out cold and calls for the bell.
The chants for The Judge are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: The Judge has beaten Master Z, could this be a sign of Bruisermania next month?

(Lowedown slowly turns back to the Judge as he gives the Judge a smirk...)

Lowedown:Now, it seems to me that the match might have been yours. Then again, it looked to me like Master Z had you done like a two dollar steak. What was Tamer doing out there old friend? Why did Tamer come to your rescue? Why did Tamer give you the advantage to win that match?

(Lowedown looks over at the Judge who is about to speak when he holds up his hand towards him...)

Lowedown:Hang on just a second. Before you answer that question, I actually have one more thing to show you and then you can maybe explain what this is all about. Watch that screen one more time for me.

(The Judge shrugs his shoulders as the Bruisertron lights up one more time to show a conversation between the Judge and Scotty Scott...)

(The camera cuts backstage to the Syndicate locker room where The Judge is standing across the room from Scotty Scott. He moves cautiously towards him as if Scotty were a dangerous animal.)

Scotty: I ain't gonna bite yer head off.

Judge: Listen Scotty, I'm not sure about your temper tonight, but frankly, most of us feel like you let us down in past weeks. I need your support in the next few weeks, with the big title match coming up soon, and I'm going to ask you for a favor.

Scotty: Go ahead.

Judge: I need you to make sure Lowedown does not walk out of the ring tonight. I choose you as his opponent because I know that you will not let him beat me at Bruisermania. Keep in mind all the hard work we did to train me for next month, and I want you to make sure I get the advantage going in to Bruisermania. Lowe didn't pick Master Z as my opponent tonight to help my career.

Scotty: Consider it done... Rememba that talk we had earlier?

Judge: Of course.

Scotty: Thanks man. Believe it or not... I appreciate it.

Judge: A lot of people are doubting you tonight, you need to go out there, and prove everyone wrong!

(Scotty stands up and shakes Judge's hand as the Bruisertron shuts off and Lowedown turns back to the Judge with a more serious look on his face...)

Lowedown:You want to explain that one partner? You want to explain why you're telling Scotty to make sure that I don't walk out of the ring at Final Countdown?

(The Judge looks at Lowedown is about to speak, but Lowedown cuts him off...)

Lowedown:On second thought, why don't you let me answer this one for you. It'll save you valuable breathing time.

(Lowedown pauses for a moment and then continues...)

Lowedown:I know you want that World title laying over there in the corner more than anything right? Well, I have fought harder than ever to be the World champion. I have become the six time World champion by going for the gold. I have become the six time champion by taking those risks and fighting with everything I have had in this body. What have you done to become the World Heavyweight champion?

(Pause)

Lowedown:You've been stuck with Ash and Scotty trying to become a tougher wrestler. Well, allow me to clue in on something there Judge. I train every single d@mn day of my life for this title and that is a fact that can't be denied! You have been stuck in those two Syndicate boys shadows for so long that you got Peter Pan syndrome written all over ya! You are stuck in their shadows while I've always been a free man! Even when I have been with the bWo, Union boys or the Fold or any other group that I aligned myself with, I was never in anyone's shadow. That is what seperates us from each other Judge. That is what makes you and I different. I am the World Heavyweight champion...and you...aren't. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true Judge.

(Lowedown pauses as the crowd lets out a collective "Ooooooooh" towards the Judge...)

Lowedown:I'm not saying this to be an @$$hole Judge. I'm being as honest as I can. You asking Scotty to try and take me out is an insult to me. See, no matter what, even if I did lose the match against Scotty and Countdown, I still would be the World Heavyweight champion and I would have lost by myself. Yes, Master Z has beaten me before. The only difference is that it was just him. Not him and Tamer and a group of midgets Judge...just him. I may not like Z, but at least he can face me in this ring all by himself.

JR:I think Lowedown is trying to hit below the belt here tonight.

King:He's doing pretty well at it right now.

Lowedown:What I saw last week was an embarassment to the sport Judge. You couldn't get the job done against Z without Tamer. You couldn't do it and now you are walking into Bruisermania against me with that under your belt. I hate to tell you this Judge, but I'm not impressed anymore. If anything, I'm not looking forward to this match.

King:You here that? Lowedown doesn't want to face the Judge! He's afraid of the Judge!

JR:I don't think that's it. I think Lowedown is trying to psyche out the Judge.

Lowedown:I'm not looking forward to this match because I'm not looking forward to doing what I have to do to you to prove my point that I am the defending kind of champion. A champion who can handle my own business without anyone else jumping in to screw things up. Can you say the same thing for Bruisermania Judge? You think you can step into this ring with me one on one? You think you can handle truly step into this ring against me without any interference from anyone? The last time I remember you and I stepping into this ring against each other, your woman sprayed me in the face with a blue mist and got you disqualified.

King:I remember that one. Lowedown was just about to beat the Judge and he got sprayed for it!

JR:It was a classic match up.

Lowedown:I'm telling you right here tonight Judge about what is going to happen at Bruisermania. You and I are going to step into that cage. You and I are going to be locked inside that cage and no one..I mean no one is going to stop me from locking that Downtime on you and choking you out in the center of the ring. And when I'm done with your broken and bloodied body, I am simply going to walk away and step right out of the cage and keep the World title where it belongs. Around the waist of a real champion! Now...do ya feel me on that one? Get the message? Nuff said? I'm...

(The Judge wipes his mouth for a moment and as Lowedown is about to speak again, the Judge cuts him off...)

Judge: Are you done yet? I'm sick and tired of listening to you run your mouth Lowe! You claim that I am not World Champion material because Tamer ran out and clocked Master Z? Well I have a little newsflash for you Lowe, I would have beaten Master Z anyway! It was obvious that I dominated Z through the entire match, even before Tamer ran in, and I think you realized that! You can make all the jokes you want, but the fact of the matter is, I think you're scared Lowe! Because for the first time in your life, you see some new talent in the BMWF that actually has a chance of taking that title from you. You want to talk embarassing...how embarassing would it be if the almighty Lowedown lost the World title to the Tuff Enuff "grunt" at Bruisermania? You can try and intimidate me all you want Lowe, but the fact is, at Bruisermania, there will be a new World Champion, DO YA FEEL ME LOWE?

(The Judge drops the mic and points to the World Championship and then points to his waist.)

Lowedown:I feel where you're coming from. But I have a question for you.

(Lowedown makes his way to the ropes and steps out to the ring apron...)

Lowedown:What's going to happen to you after you wake up from the Downtime? Think about it and get back to me when I put you asleep tonight. That is the Lowedown on that.

("Lean Back" begins to play once again as Lowedown jumps off the ring apron and walks backwards and keeps his eyes on the Judge. Lowedown then shakes his fingers at the Judge pretending to be scared as he turns around and makes his way up the ramp and through the curtains...)

JR:Folks, both men just laid it out between each other tonight!

King:It's all about who wants it more!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

(The scene opens in the locker room of Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt. He is on the telephone.)

Vernon: Hello? It's me. No, I'm not calling to grovel, thank you very much. Because I'm not in
the wrong, that's why. Right. For your information, I was calling about my things. I want to
come out and get my stuff this week. I don't know, sometime this week. Well when will you be
there? Look, if you're going to make this difficult, then I'll just get the police to accompany
me, and they'll make sure I get my things whether you're there or not. So Wednesday then?

(He rolls his eyes and holds the receiver away from his ear for several seconds.)

Vernon: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold it right there! This phone call has nothing to do with us, and I
never intended it to. I was calling about my things. Yeah. Well, for the record, you've got a
lot of room to call someone on their promiscuity. I never cheated on you anyway. Right. Right.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..shut the hell up already! Damn! You want to get
all up on my case because of something you think you saw? What about that *BLEEP* you had over to
the house that day? What about the guy at the hotel, huh? If that was your brother, then why in
the blue hell were you all over him like gravy on potatoes then? Never mind. I probably don't
want to know.

(He sighs, staring at the ceiling.)

Vernon: Listen, *BLEEP*. Listen. I'm about sick and tired of you and everyone else making
comments like that. You don't know jack *BLEEP* about me, about who I am, or where I've been.
You can resort to unfounded allegations and childish names if you want to, but I'm not going to
listen to it.

(He pauses.)

Vernon: Well, thank goodness! I'm sorry, but I have another call and, what a surprise, it's more
important than you. Whatever. Bye. Bye now! Ta ta! *BLEEP*!

(He switches to the other line.)

Vernon: Vanderbilt. Yeah. Oh, hi. Yeah, I've been paying attention. It doesn't look like
things are going quite as planned. Oh, don't worry. I think I can take care of things. There's
always a plan B. Look, it's not like we're dealing with the most predictable person here.
Seriously, let me handle this. You just be ready to provide backup when I need you, got it? I'll
make sure this gets shut down before it gets too much worse.

(He taps his fingers on his knee and looks at his watch.)

Vernon: Don't worry about the why. It doesn't matter why I'm doing what I'm doing. The only
thing that matters is that I'm doing it, and we both stand to benefit from this. Yeah, I've been
testing the waters on that front. Not so good, but maybe if I keep working I can get us some
outside assistance. Don't worry. Who are you talking to? That's right, Vernon Vanderbilt. I
get things done.

(Clancy enters.)

Clancy: Who are you talkin' to?

Vernon: Gotta go. I'll get back to you.

(Vernon hangs up.)

Vernon: What's that?

Clancy: Who were you just talkin' to?

Vernon: I was making arrangements to get the rest of my things this week.

Clancy: Oh. Y'have any trouble?

Vernon: None at all. I'm heading out there Wednesday. I'll catch an early flight.

Clancy: Good. Now that chapter will finally be over, and you won't have to dwell on it no more.

Vernon: Who's dwelling? I'm not dwelling. I've already moved on, Clance. Mr. Moved On right
here.

Clancy: Well, that's heartenin'. Now, what say we go over some more tapes while we wait for
Kolic? I got Vlad and Alexei's matches from last week for you to check out.

Vernon: Let's do it.

(Clancy goes to put in the tape while Vernon settles in on the couch.)

FADE OUT

>>>>
 
(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 Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: WHAT!!

(THe arena lights flash brightly before a guitar riff echos from the speakers.)

PA: AIEIEIE!

(The guitar riff repeats it self and laughter echos from the speakers. The riff cycles for a final time as the lights flash again and two pyros shoot into

the air and explode.)

PA: LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
SPOON'LL *BLEEP* DEM *BLEEP*ES UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
SPOON'LL *BLEEP* DEM *BLEEP*ES UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)

(WItherspoon walks out onto the stage, wearing black pants and boots, his back brace wrapped around his waist. He looks around the arena and cracks his neck

as the crowd boos loudly. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He slowly gets up, frowning slightly, his hand on his back. He climbs onto the

turnbuckle and throws his fist into the air, his other hand beating against his chest. He hops down from the turnbuckle and spreads his arms out as he walks

around the ring. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a microphone.)

Witherspoon: Dale Anderson, you aren't nothing, but a little punk. You think you are worthy of Scotty's attentions? Think again. Think you're so tough

cause you from the Bronx? Let me tell you something. I grew up on the north side of Minneapolis. I seen d@mn near everything! You are nothing! So come

on and let me whoop your @$$, and go on with your life. Cry your problems away, and forget Scotty Scott!

LILLY: His opponent...

From The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

(The bruisertron begins to flicker. When the flickering stops The words Dale Anderson shines across it. After the words go away Dangerzone(The music only version) by Kenny Loggins hits the pa. A dark figure appears at the top of the ramp. He begins to slowly walk up to the ring looking pumped and ready to DESTROY Witherspoon. Witherspoon gets out of the ring and goes to attack Dale.)

JR: What is that Dale has on his hands?

King: I can't see it. Look on the TV monitor! They are brass knuckles with small spikes on them!

(Dale swings his fist and clobbers Withersppon with the knucks in the forehead. Immediately he begins to bleed. Blood gushes from his forehead as he lays on the ground. He holds the blood-covered area.)

JR: It's not a disqualification either! The match hasn't started yet! They both have to be in the ring and the bell ring before the match officially starts!

King: Oh my god. Look, Dale is sitting on Witherspoons chest pounding those knucks into Witherspoons bloodied area! The gap is getting wider! He is bleeding profusely!

(Dale gets up and walks around the ring. He grabs a mic as Witherspoon is still on the ground clutching his bloodied forehead. Dale puts the mic to his mouth.)

Dale: Witherspoon, just because your BMWF's Madman, that doesn't mean I am scared of you. I am going to make you wish you were never put in a match with me! The Bronxman has finally come alive! It's time for YOU to experience true Bronxman punishment!

(Dale carries the mic toward Spoon. He gets up and Dale swings the mic as hard as he can, crushing Spoons skull with it.)

JR: This can't turn out good.

King: Bloodloss is imminent now.

JR: Bloodloss is already occuring.

King: Not in that region of his head! They also need to stop this attack!

(Dale lifts Spoon and whips him towards the steel steps. He crashses back-first into them. Dale lifts him again and slams his head hard into them. He just staggers back. Dale whips Spoon into the ring. Dale gets in and climbs the turnbuckle. The ref calls the for the bell tostart the match. Spoon gets up dazed and Dale leaps off the turnbuckle executing the missle dropkick.)

JR: What a dropkick to the forehead!

King: That INJURED forehead JR.

(Dale gets up and lifts Spoon. He grabs him and DDT's him.)

JR: He is working on that head region. That is a smart thing to do to take out the madman!

King: Yes, it's a veteran type thing. work on one region and stay on it. In fact, the BronxBuster will also work on the head. Sending jolts from the neck to his head, causing pain.

JR: That is true.

King: I know.

(Dale stomps on Withers head a couple of times. Dale then walks back a couple of feet and allows Wither to get up. Wither gets up and Dale runs at him. Dale executes a flying head scissors whipping Wither into the turnbuckle head first.)

JR: Nice combo move by Dale.

King: Yes it was.

(Dale grabs witherspoon and starts punching his head over and over again. Dale lets up after a bit of punching and lifts Spoon. Spoon swings a fist but Dale ducks and gives Spoon a neckbreaker.)
 
JR: Dale Anderson whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Dale Anderson hits Witherspoon with an elbow.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Witherspoon with the Dragon Ray.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dale Anderson goes for a double underhook suplex, but Witherspoon blocks it.

JR: Witherspoon surges accross the ring and nearly takes Dale Anderson's head off with a clothesline
Witherspoon lays the boots on Dale
Witherspoon locks in an arm bar
Dale screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref checks on Dale
The ref asks if he wants to tap out
Dale shakes his head
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Dale fights to break free
Dale fights his way to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon chokes Dale
The ref warns Witherspoon
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 3 count
Witherspoon whips Dale into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Dale with a Spinebuster

King: Ha! Looks like Witherspoon is back to his old self!

JR: I'm not so sure about that King

King: What?

JR: WItherspoon is avoiding most of his power moves, probably due to his back

King: Big deal! He doesn't need them to beat a punk like Dale Anderson!

JR: Witherspoon hits Dale with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon follows up with a boot choke
Witherspoon drops the choke at the 4 count
The ref warns Witherspoon
Witherspoon stomps on Dale
Witherspoon throws Dale into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Dale with an atomic drop
WItherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... kick out!
Witherspoon punches Dale a few times
Witherspoon goes for the cover, his feet on the ropes
1...2... The ref sees Spoon's legs.
The ref yells at Witherspoon

Dale Anderson executes a scoop slam on Witherspoon.
Dale Anderson whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon misses with a clothesline.
Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Witherspoon counters it with
a power bomb.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Witherspoon.
Witherspoon goes for a powerbomb, but Dale Anderson counters it with a rana.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dale Anderson takes Witherspoon down with a backbreaker.
Dale Anderson has Witherspoon by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off wi
th a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Witherspoon has Dale.

King: Witherspoon with a couple of hard rights. Here comes the third.

(Witherspoon draws back and swings hard and Dale ducks. Dale then grabs witherspoon and rolls him up.)

Ref:1...2...kickout.

King: A counter for the two by Dale.

(Dale gets up and Witherspoon tries a clothesline. Dale ducks that andschoolboys Witherspoon.)

Ref:1...2...kickout.

JR: Yet another counter by Dale. And yet another two.

(Dale gets up as does Witherspoon. Wither grabs Dale but Dale counters and gives Spoon an Exploder. Dale then runs to Withersponn and gives him a few stomps. Witherspoon rolls away and gets on his hands and knees. Dale kicks him hard into the ribs. Dale then locks in a reverse headlock and starts to punch Witherspoon over and over again.)

JR: Dale is taking out whatever anger is in him on witherspoon.

King: Isn't Spoon injured enough?

JR: Apparently not to Dale.

(The ref counts up to four and Dale lets go. Dale climbs the turnbuckle. Wither gets up and Dale dropkicks him in the back of the head.)

JR: Ouch.

King: ... wow.

(Both are down as Dale landed wrong, and spoon got the impact.)

Dale Anderson nails Witherspoon with a DDT.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson uses a backbreaker on Witherspoon.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson nails Witherspoon with a double underhook suplex.
Dale Anderson hits Witherspoon with a scoop slam.
Dale Anderson executes a double underhook suplex on Witherspoon.
Dale Anderson nails Witherspoon with an enzuigiri.
Dale Anderson goes for a double underhook suplex, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon goes for a hangman, but Dale Anderson counters it with
a reverse neckbreaker.

JR: Witherspoon hits Dale with a big boot to the face!
Witherspoon has Dale in a headlock
Dale is struggling to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold

King: Spoon is gonna crush his head like a melon!

JR: Dale fights his way to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon lays into Dale with boots
Witherspoon clotheslines Dale
Wiherspoon catches Dale with an atomic drop
Witherspoon goes for the pin
1...2... kick out
Witherspoon chokes Dale
He drops the choke at the 4 count
The ref warns Witherspoon
Witherspoon Suplexes Dale
Witherspoon clutches at his back

King: Wonder who that hurt more

JR: Witherspoon goes for the cover, holding Dale's tights
1...2... kick out
Witherspoon punches Dale in his face
The ref warns Witherspoon about his fists
Witherspoon locks Dale in an arm lock
Dale screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref checks on Dale
Dale tries to break free
The ref asks Dale if he wants to quit
Dale shakes his head
Witherspoon punches Dale in the shoulder and tightens the hold
Dale screams in pain
Dale fights free
Witherspoon whips Dale into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Dale with a clothesline.
Witherspoon executes a powerbomb on Dale Anderson.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Witherspoon puts Dale Anderson in a hangman.
Dale Anderson breaks the hold with the torture rack after 6 seconds.
Dale Anderson executes a double underhook suplex on Witherspoon.
A small "Dale Anderson" chant is being started.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
The crowd breaks into a ""We want Arn! We want Arn!"" chant.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson hits Witherspoon with the Dragon Ray.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Dale Anderson executes a scoop slam on Witherspoon.
Dale Anderson hits Witherspoon with a scoop slam.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
A small "Dale Anderson" chant is being started.
Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Witherspoon side-steps and
Dale Anderson only hits air.
Witherspoon takes Dale Anderson down with a powerbomb.

JR: Witherspoon catches Dale in a bear hug
Dale struggles to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Dale screams in pain
Witherspoon shakes Dale slightly
The ref checks on Dale
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Witherspoon slams Dale to the mat with a Spinebuster
Witherspoon locks in a boston crab
Dale screams in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Dale tries to fight to the ropes
Witherspoon pulls him to the center of the ring
Witherspoon leans back farther
Dale struggles to break free
The ref checks on Dale
The ref asks Dale if he wants to quit.
Dale shakes his head
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Dale fights to the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold at the 3 count
Witherspoon stomp on dale

(Dale Anderson gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes. He runs at Witherspoon who kicks him in the gut. Witherspoon puts his head between his legs.)

JR: Witherspoon going for a powerbomb here!

King: Do it Spoon!

(WItherspoon lifts Dale into the air and stumbles slightly. He straightens and slams Dale Anderson to the mat, dropping to the mat himself. He closes his

eyes and clutches his back slightly before slowly getting to his feet.)

King: YEA! Spoonie did it!

JR: Witherspoon is lifting Dale Anderson to his feet.
BINNED! Witherspoon has locked Dale Anderson in Binned!
Dale is screaming in pain!
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Dale struggles to break free
Witherspoon clutches onto the ropes and tightens his hold
Dale is fadding fast
The ref is focused on Dale
The ref lifts Dales arm.
It falls
The ref lifts Dale's arm a second time.
It falls

(As the ref lifts Dale Anderson's arm for the third time, he glances up and see's Spoon gripping the rope. he leaps to his feet and shouts at Witherspoon,

and begins the count. Witherspoon grudgingly releases the hold and backs away at the fourth count. The ref leans down and tries to revive Dale as

Witherspoon clutches his back.)

King: Come on! Spoonie had it won!

JR: By Cheating!

King: Quit talking Semantics JR!

JR: I didn't even know you knew words that long.

King: WHAT!

(Dale Anderson slowly staggers to his feet. The ref talks to him, making sure he's ok. Witherspoon suddenly crouches low, grinning behind the refs back.

The ref steps away as Dale Anderson nods. Witherspoon surges foreward and lifts Dale Anderson onto his shoulders and begins spinning quickly. he grabs

Dale's Legs and slams him to the mat.)

JR: SUBZERO! Witherspoon managed to execute the SubZero on Dale Anderson!

King: I knew he could do it!

JR: Witherspoon is going for the cover!
Oh come on! He's grabbing Dale Anderson's tights, and has his legs on the ropes!

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
There is no crowd reaction.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Witherspoon!

PA: WHAT!

("Let's Go" by Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon stands to his feet, his hand pressed against his lower back. he slowly spreads his arms

and smirks as the crowd boos him loudly. He walks around the prone form of Dale Anderson as The boo's grow louder. Witherspoon turns around and begans to

stomp mercilessly on Dale Anderson's skull, causing his body to jerk with each planted boot. The ref stands up and yells in Witherspoon's face, telling him

to leave the ring. Witherspoon pushes past the ref and pulls a tire iron out from his pants.)

King: Don't you love teaching time!

JR: Oh no, I don't believe this!

(Witherspoon raises the tire iron above his head and brings it down against Dale Anderson's head, each time the tire iron strikes, Dale's body jerks less

each time. Witherspoon stands up after Dale Anderson's face as become a bloody mess and drops the tire iron on his chest. He grabs a mic from the time

keeper.)

Witherspoon: This is what you can expect when you face me at Bruisermania! Who is man enough to face The madman! Is anyone back there tough enough, brave

enough, stupid enough? Come on! Each and everyweek everyone of you talk about how big you are. I am offering you a challenge to prove you are big!

(Witherspoon looks down at Dale Anderson)

Witherspoon: And you, you sorry sack of flesh. Scotty Scott is out of your league. Move on with your life!

(Witherspoon drops the mic on Dale Anderson's chest and rolls from the ring, walking slowly up the ramp, hunched slightly as paramedics run down to the

ring.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic gingerly opens the door to Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt's locker room.)

Aquatic: Hey there, Vernon baby. Could we have a talk?

Vernon: Of course. What's on your mind?

Aquatic: (sitting down) Life's on my mind, Vernon. I don't know what to about Tamer and Danielle. Tamer's been turning honest, and I appreciate that. But Danielle, bless her little soul, is sincerely hurt. And as you know...I want them both to be happy, but my history with Tamer is spotty at best.

Vernon: I am aware of this, and can definitely...appreciate...your concerns.

Aquatic: I knew you would. You understand the situation I'm in. And also...you know, since my seperation...well, I still have the envelope. Haven't given it to Jarrett or Brock. And so, I have other vested interests here...but of course, I don't want to.

Vernon: I think I understand where you're coming from. Having recently gone through a nasty breakup myself, I can sympathize with your plight. We don't have to tell anyone about the sympathy part, though. I have a reputation to maintain around here. Please accept my condolences on that note, as well.

Aquatic: Like I would express that to anyone. But I accept your condolences, and recieve them with all due and proper bonds. Wait...that's not the Hamlet line. But you knew what I meant. How are things coming on your more...tangible...fronts? How's Violence doing?

Vernon: Violence is working out quite nicely for me. I've got gold, victories, and I think people are starting to take me seriously again. I feel completely reinvigorated these days. I feel like a whole new man, and I must say that I enjoy it immensely. And I've got this tag team with Kolic ready to get up and running, so that should prove...advantageous. How about you? How's the partnership with Danielle progressing? You know, aside from her thing with Tamer.

Aquatic: (raises an eyebrow) Advantageous as well...Her teaming with Moody bothers me, but whatever way we can gain gold, the better. She's a very interesting girl...there's more than you'd think. But you knew that.

Vernon: Sheila, I think we're more alike than people may guess. But sometimes, and this happens to everyone, we find someone close to us involved in a situation that isn't necessarily how we'd like to see things happening. So what do you do? You either try to make the best of things and work with it, or you take action and try to fix the problem.

Aquatic: (stepping back) We are alike, Vernon, but with one difference. I don't think taking action is an option. It's my problem, and I will deal with it, and I will make the best of it. I will suffer for years if it means other people will not suffer for a moment. And by "other people", I mean my friends. Betrayal in any form is just...well, it's just evil. I mean, think of my impetus for wrestling? You remember what that girl....the cause of problems now and then...did to me. You remember.

Vernon: I remember, very well. But in my opinion, betrayal cannot exist without malicious intent. It's like reporting a friend who threatens suicide. If they confide in you under conditions of secrecy, are you betraying them by letting someone know? No. You're helping them. Sometimes it takes a while for them to realize it, and sometimes they never do. But helping is helping, even if it's sometimes difficult or unsavoury.

Aquatic: That's true, to an extent...I do believe you to be perverting your value system for what suits you at the moment. But you are not lying, and you do make sense. (Aquatic smiles) Very few bad men see themselves as such. Rather, they see themselves as noble. I hope you take care to remember that.

Vernon: If you're implying that I'm a bad man, there's no need for generalization. I am a bad man, and I'll be the first to tell anyone that. But everyone's hero is someone else's villain, and vice versa. I may be embracing different techniques these days, but I'm going with what works for me. Truth be told, you've got the same potential within yourself, like it or not. But you know what? I still have more respect for you than any woman I've ever dealt with in this fed. You're true to yourself, wherever you may be in life. That is our greatest similarity, dear, and the one that makes us both great.

Aquatic: Note my smile, Vernon. Despite my current position, I do like the potential. I only choose temporarily the so-called "fan favorite" side since the others seem so driven by anger. Very unhealthy. Anyway, I appreciate the respect, and reciprocate it in full. I never thought I'd meet a man as smart as you in this federation, and that is honest. (Aquatic stands up) So what have I learned? Do I leave Tamer and Danielle to their own devices?

Vernon: The pressing question of the moment, I'd say. If I were to try to sway you one way or the other, I'd likely fail miserably. Here's what I'll tell you, what advice I have to offer, and take it as you will: listen to both your mind AND your heart. You need to do what you feel, deep down inside yourself, is the right thing to do. Whether it's proper or not, kind or not, charitable or not, does not matter. But if you do what you know is right, then at least you can take heart in that. Otherwise...que sera sera, babe. If you take no action you have no right to any complaints. That's all I'll tell you. You're smart enough to figure out the rest.

Aquatic: Que sera sera...I like that. Thanks, Vernon. Have a good night.

Vernon: You do the same, girl. You've always done me proud...please continue to do so. We'll speak again very soon.

(Aquatic exits the dressing room.)

FADE

>>>

(Judge is in his locker room area getting ready for his tag team match with Ezekiel against Lowedown and Harry when a knock at the door disturbs him. Judge walks over and there standing in just a black mini skirt and a black halter top is Misty Rivers.)
 
Misty: So Judge you have a big match tonight huh?
 
(Judge just keeps looking at Misty)
 
Misty: Yeah, I do look pretty amazing don't I? Look Judge I have something for you.
 
(Judge's eyes get real big.)
 
Misty: No, not that. That's for Tobey only. This is a message from Tobey.
 
(Misty hands Judge a video tape.)
 
Misty:Give it a watch. I think you will like what you see.
 
(Judge takes the video tape from Misty.)
 
Misty: Oh and one more thing... Good luck tonight.
 
(Misty leaves and Judge walks over and puts the video tape into the VCR. He then sits down as it plays. On the TV, Tobey appears wearing a black Armani suit and his hair brushed back neatly. Tobey is also sporting a nicely groomed beard.)
 
Tobey: Judge. I know that you and I never really saw eye to eye on things before. And before you get some crazy idea that I am trying to form some generic stable or something let me just say that I am not. Everyone needs friends Judge. Even if they are friends that you wouldn't want to hang out with. Even if they are friends on opposite sides of the tracks. Everyone needs friends. Even I, Tobey Miliken, needs friends. So do you Judge. Especially if you consider Lowedown a friend. Judge I am about to make you an offer that you can't possibly resist. Or at least I hope you won't. Here is the deal.
We both have big matches coming up at Bruisermania. You for the biggest prize of all. The world title. I am fighting for the second biggest title, the intercontinental championship. Both big matches... both could lead to bigger matches. Imagine at the next ppv, the new world champion vs the new intercontinental champion... but thats down the road a bit. The key here is to focus. So let's focus shall we on your big match.
You need a friend to help you win this match. Now I am not going to tell you how I will help you win the world title, my methods are a bit beneath you Judge. You are good and I am not so good. But I will guarantee you a title if you agree to help me. Sort of a you scratch my back, and I will scratch yours. Now I know what you are thinking. Lowedown is a friend and you want to win it fair and square. Well is Lowedown really a friend Judge? How many times has he turned his back on you? How many times has he gave you world title shots? Hmmm... It appears to me that we have ourselves quite a predicament. How did you get this BIG WORLD TITLE SHOT Judge? You have to beat 10 men in one night to get it. You have to take on the best of the BMWF and survive. You know if I had a friend who was wanting a shot at what I had. If I had a friend who was wanting to know what if felt like to be me, I would allow him that opportunity and not push him aside.
Now I haven't been in the BMWF as long as you have Judge, but have you ever held the world title? How many times has Lowedown been champion? I rest my case. I think it's time that the BMWF got a face lift. Let's put out these old fossils who keep taking the titles and walking around with them. Master Z and Lowedown have been rotating the championship ever since I have been here. It's time that you walk around with the title Judge. It's time that you wear the big gold. Here is the deal. Tonight... I will show you how committed I am to helping you win the title. You think about it and give me a call this week if you want to be world champion. Like I said, I won't tell you how I will get you the world title, my methods are not to your liking. But I will get you the title. After Bruisermania if you are the world champion you give me a world title shot at the next ppv. Now there is a little something else you have to do for me Judge. Help me win the intercontinental championship. I don't care how you help me do it, you just do it. If by some chance I don't win the title but you win yours, I still get the first ppv title shot by you. If by some chance you don't win the world title I will give you an intercontinental title shot at the next ppv.
Think about it tonight Judge. Think about being the WORLD CHAMPION. Now you can beat Lowedown on your own accord. But how much greater would it be than to KNOW that you will be WORLD CHAMPION and that Lowedown suffered for his mistreatment of you for all these years. Think about it. Give me a call this week. Let's hammer out the details.
 
fades off.
 
(Judge sits back and smiles.)
 
King: Judge won't do nothing like this JR. He's too moral.
 
JR: Exactly what I was thinking King.
 
King: WOW, for once you and I agree on something.
 
JR: I think that might be the first.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

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

Ryushi Fujita: Kevin Storm, here we are a few weeks removed from my flawless victory over you at Final Countdown where I did what I said I was gonna do and I became the FIRST Cruiserweight Champion. Now I have heard you flap your gums about William Black and Spirit "helping" me at the PPV and I watched the tape of the match and all I saw was Spirit helping the ref find his contact and Black was encouraging me on to victory. But in the interest of fairness I did ask them both to stay backstage so that after I beat you yet again you will have nothign to complain about.


LILLY: His opponent...
From Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Kevin Storm almost takes Ryushi Fujita's head off with a clothesline
Kevin Storm whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Kevin Storm goes for a Yakuza kick, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita uses a T-Bone Suplex on Kevin Storm.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a fisherman buster, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kevin Storm goes for a mule kick, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita throws Kevin Storm out of the ring.
Ryushi Fujita goes through the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kevin Storm with a fisherman buster.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Ryushi Fujita climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Kevin Storm nails him
in the stomach.
Ryushi Fujita falls onto the top turnbuckle.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Kevin Storm shoves Ryushi Fujita into the guardrail.
Kevin Storm takes Ryushi Fujita down with a top-rope huracanrana.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Kevin Storm runs Ryushi Fujita into the ringsteps.
Kevin Storm goes for an armdrag takedown, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita whips Kevin Storm into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Ryushi Fujita executes a brainbuster on Kevin Storm.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a brainbuster, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
Jack Slone counts: 6.
Kevin Storm gets back into the ring.
Ryushi Fujita rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Kevin Storm hits a flying spinning leg lariat on Ryushi Fujita.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Kevin Storm goes for a scoop slam, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kevin Storm with a fisherman buster.

Ryushi Fujita has the crowd going wild.
Ryushi Fujita throws Kevin Storm out of the ring.
Ryushi Fujita rolls out under the bottom rope.
Ryushi Fujita takes Kevin Storm down with an inverted DDT.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Ryushi Fujita knocks Kevin Storm into the ringsteps.
Ryushi Fujita whips Kevin Storm into the guardrail.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Kevin Storm with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita throws Kevin Storm into the guardrail.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Kevin Storm hits Ryushi Fujita with a snapmare.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Ryushi Fujita hits a fisherman buster on Kevin Storm.
Ryushi Fujita throws Kevin Storm into the ringpost.
Ryushi Fujita has the crowd going wild.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Kevin Storm ducks out of the way.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
Kevin Storm whips Ryushi Fujita into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 6.
Kevin Storm gets back into the ring.
Ryushi Fujita follows him back in.
Kevin Storm executes a snapmare on Ryushi Fujita.
Kevin Storm smacks Ryushi Fujita with a devastating clothesline .
Kevin Storm is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kevin Storm attempts to place Ryushi Fujita on the turnbuckle, but Ryushi Fujita
blocks it.
Kevin Storm nails Ryushi Fujita with an armdrag takedown.
Kevin Storm whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita misses with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kevin Storm with a kick.

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

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

JR: Fujita seems to have tapped into a mean streak as of late King.

KING: Of course he has JR, look who he hangs around.

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

Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Kevin Storm.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ryushi Fujita!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene shows Kolic in his locker room listening to something on
headphones. After a second, Kate walks in.)

Kate: What are you listening to?

Kolic: (Doesn't hear)

Kate: I SAID...(removes headphones) what are you listening to?

Kolic: Oh, sorry! Listening to the tag team theme song. Vernon suggested it.

Kate: Isn't it a little...unlike you?

Kolic: I agree, it is somewhat. However, it fits our team well. We combine
elements of both the divine and those of the common man, and create
something better than anyone would expect. Besides, if I try to be too
perfect, people may think I have a holier-than-thou attitude and would call
me a hypocrite if I mess up. Better that I'm thought of as real than
perfect.

Kate: I understand. Your match is coming up, you ready?

Kolic: Ready as I'll ever be. I'll see you after the show!

(Kate leaves the room)

Kolic: Besides, maybe I can win another one to the cause...

(Kolic grabs his Hardcore title and leaves the room)

Fade

(We return backstage to Vlad and Alexei's locker room. PJ Sykes is
supporting himself with crutches, having his right leg in a cast, Vlad
sits on the bench and Alexei paces a short distance, albeit slowly.
Vlad and Alexei are ready for the next match.)

ALEXEI: Now, the key to tonight is making the right moves against your
opponent. For some guys, just running in full-throttle will work.
Against these two, I can assure you, it won't.

SYKES: Don't give me that. You know as well as I do that if Vlad wraps
his hands around either one of those boys' necks, he'll break them in
two.

ALEXEI: You, shut up.

VLAD: . . . please Alexei.

ALEXEI: My apologies, Vlad, but you can't enter every match expecting
it to be a walk in the park, regardless of what someone else may
think. You're a very formidable opponent, but even David beat Goliath.

VLAD: What do you suggest Vlad do?

ALEXEI: For one thing, think realistically. These two men we're facing
tonight are champions in this company. They didn't get there on luck.
One of them has beaten me twice. And the other . . . well, the other
hasn't even had the chance to fight to a true end against me. So, you
have to treat them with respect.

SYKES: RESPECT? . . . the queer boy and the nobody? What the heck have
they done to deserve any respect? Vlad, listen to me, you gotta get in
there and just rip 'em apart. It's what you do best. Showin' respect
isn't gonna win you any matches.

ALEXEI: Are you done? Because if he listens to you, we'll lose, and
I'll be damned if *I'm* gonna take a loss because you're too stupid to
figure out how this works. When you step in a ring, then maybe your
words will carry weight, but not bloody likely.

SYKES: Hey, you listen to me freak, I can just pick up our stuff and
walk right out that door and leave you hanging against those two
*BLEEPS*. Is that what you want? Who do you think Vlad'll listen to?
Me or you? I don't recall you ever being there for him.

ALEXEI: And I don't recall him ever asking for an annoying little runt
to trail him around and degrade him at every turn.

(Sykes drops his crutches and starts hopping on one leg towards Alexei.)

SYKES: HEY! Who are you calling a little runt? You wanna go? Eh? C'mon
freak, bring it . . .

VLAD: STOP!!!

(Vlad stand up violently; both Sykes and Alexei turn their attention to him.)

VLAD: Vlad not leaving . . . Vlad win match, beat little man and queer
boy. You . . . you not fight no more!

(Vlad sits down and Sykes sits next to him.)

SYKES: Relax Vladdy, we're just talking tactics here.

VLAD: LITTLE RUNT, FREAK? Those not tactics . . .

ALEXEI (in Russian, subtitled): [Vlad, you need to figure something
out very quickly. You need to find your loyalties. Tonight, I'll show
you where mine are. I hope I can say the same for you.]

SYKES: Hey! None of that funny talk when I'm around.

ALEXEI: Fine. Then I'll put it in English for you. You have no idea
what you're doing, you shouldn't be here, and if Vlad didn't care
about you, I'd break your neck into three pieces and shove you in a
garbage chute. How's that?

SYKES: OK, THAT'IT! Don't try to stop me Vlad 'cause he's asking for a
*BLEEP* slap right now.

(Sykes tries to get up but Vlad is not reacting, he's holding his head
in despair.)

SYKES: I said don't hold me back Vlad, I'll slap him back to Ukraine
where belongs.

ALEXEI: You know what . . . *BLEEP* this! Vlad you know where I'll be.

(With that, Alexei turns and leaves the room, slamming the locker room
door behind him.)

SYKES: I didn't come here to take this abuse! Who the hell does that
jack @ss think he is?

(Sykes turns to Vlad and puts his hand around the big guy.)

SYKES: Vlad, listen to me carefully, you can't trust him. He'll turn
at you like he turned at me. Do you not remember what he did to us in
that warehouse? He wants to use you, he wants you to be his little
helper monkey, help him win matches that he can't handle. Did you see
how he tried to manipulate you into doing what HE wanted? Nobody cares
about you like I do Vladdy, I only want what's best for you. Just
leave him there, he's a nobody and he always will be.

(Vlad sits quietly for a few moments, then stand up and looks down at Sykes.)

VLAD: NO! He is Vlad's friend . . . and we got match to win.

(Leaving Sykes a little surprised, though the whole ordeal leaving
Vlad conflicted, he leads the way out of the locker room and the shot
fades.)

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with Kolic and Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt.)

Bole: Gentlemen, tonight you make your official tag team debut against the team of Alexei Romanov
and Vlad. How do you think your individual styles will mesh against these two Russian monsters?

Kolic: Well -

Vernon: We intend to make an example of those two men, Michael. People can write off a new team
all they want, and that's what people have been doing since Kolic and I announced our intentions.

Kolic: But tonight, we have our opportunity to prove the naysayers wrong. We will win tonight.
This match is the first step toward the revitalization of the BMWF's tag team scene, courtesy of
the two men you see standing here right now.

Bole: So what do you two bring to the table? What do you think is your team's biggest selling
point?

Vernon: Let's first point out that you're looking at two singles champions here. We've got the
Television and Hardcore championships. When you take two competitors who are more than able to win
by themselves, and then put them together, your chances of success are practically doubled.

Kolic: And don't forget, Vernon, that you are a former Tag Team Champion as well. We're Prime
Time, Bole, and that means success. We're the top wrestlers in the sport, and our crew has seen
every title pass through our ranks at one time or another.

Vernon: Bottom line - out of every team in the BMWF right now, you're looking at, by far, the best
bet for prolonged success.

Bole: How do you foresee this tag team locking with your singles obligations? Do you think you can
balance those with your tag team aspirations?

Kolic: Make no mistake, our singles titles are our major priority. We're both marked men,
especially considering I hold the Hardcore belt. Just about everyone in the BMWF wants a piece of
one or both of us.

Vernon: In this business, you need someone to watch your back, otherwise you're pretty well
screwed. This sport is full of liars, cheats, and backstabbers. If you can't bring backup, you can
pretty much count on a less-than-respectable win/loss record. So what good reason could there
possibly be for two of the most exciting, dynamic, and talented superstars to not look out for one
another?

Kolic: And if we happen to find success as a team, that's all the better.

Vernon: Too damn sweet, sugar.

Kolic: (Raises an eyebrow) Right...

Bole: Thank you very much for your time, men. Good luck tonight.

Kolic: Thanks, Bole.

Vernon: Arrividerci, ciao, and all that jazz.

(They exit.)

Bole: Thrilling tag team action tonight! Stay tuned for what is bound to be a great bout! On with
the show!

FADE OUT

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

Led to the ring by PJ Sykes...
At a total combined weight of 625 pounds...
From Novosybirsk, Syberia... weighing in at 280 pounds...
Vlad

(The lights begin to flicker and Vlad’s hockey mask appears on the Bruisetron. The ear-piercing squeal of Steve Vai’s guitar introduces the heavy chords of ‘Bad Horsie’ as Vlad appears at the top of the ramp. He is rolling his shoulder blades and stretching his neck muscles. Vlad begins his slow descend towards the ring.)
 
His partner...
From Ukraine... weighing in at 345 pounds...
Alexei Romanov

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

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

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

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
At a total combined weight of 460 pounds...
Kolic... Vernon Vanderbilt... PRIME TIME

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

Vernon and Alexei lock up.
Alexei gets Vernon in a headlock.
Vernon counters with a backdrop.
And both men are standing.
Vernon goes for a punch, but Alexei blocks.
Alexei returns with a punch, which is also blocked.
Vernon gives Alexei the boot to the gut, followed by a dropkick.
Alexei drops, and Vernon follows up with a flipping leg drop.

JR: These two men are capable of having a classic match-up somewhere down the line.

King: Not as long as people like Vlad and Kevin Storm have anything to say about it.

JR: It does seem that these two haven't had the best of luck when it comes to fighting one
another. Their first match ended in a double countout, and their second match was, for all
intents and purposes, a no contest.

King: Puppies!

JR: What?

King: I dunno. I just didn't know what else to say.

JR: You're too much.

Vernon tags out to Kolic.

Vlad is in!

JR: Kolic is in against Vlad! We're all aware of Kolic's superior intellect,
and Vlad's...lack thereof. Could he use it as an advantage! We'll find out
after...

King: JR! We don't do that here!

JR: What?

King: Cut away during a match!

JR: Of course! Kolic ducks a punch from Vlad! And another! And another!

King: Vlad's looking mad! Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!

JR: You're certainly no Shakespeare. Vlad charges at Kolic, but Kolic ducks
out of the way! Vlad rebounds and Kolic hits a drop toehold! Vlad quickly
gets up, surprising Kolic and picking him up for a bodyslam...wait! Kolic
reversed into a hurricanrana! Kolic is surprisingly holding his own against
the much larger Vlad! Kolic runs to the far ropes and hits a dropkick on
Vlad, sending him outside the ring!

King: Kolic's looking mighty confident, but all he may have done is make the
big man angry!

JR: Kolic tags!
Vlad runs into the ropes.
Vlad hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a clothesline.
Vlad puts Vernon Vanderbilt in the torture rack.
Vernon Vanderbilt tries to escape the hold.
Vernon Vanderbilt is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Vernon Vanderbilt tries to escape the hold.
Vernon Vanderbilt breaks the hold after 25 seconds.
Vernon Vanderbilt whips Vlad into the ropes, but Vlad reverses it.
Vlad hits a big boot on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vlad runs into the ropes.
Vlad hits Vernon Vanderbilt with an elbow.
Vlad hits a fisherman buster on Vernon Vanderbilt.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Vlad goes for a bearhug, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with a facerake.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a hurricanrana on Vlad.
The chants for Vernon Vanderbilt are deafening.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Vlad with a Russian legsweep.
The crowd is behind Vernon Vanderbilt all the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt tags out to Kolic.
Alexei Romanov enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Vlad with a dropkick.
Kolic hits an inside cradle on Vlad.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.

Tags!

JR: Alexei is in there with Vernon, and he just shot "Mr. Violence"
into the corner! He lines up a few well-placed knife-edge chops and
shoots him back across the ring! Alexei charges in, but Vernon rolls
out of the way and starts to retaliate with several big chops of his
own! Listen to this crowd!

(The crowd "WHOOO!"s with every chop, from either man.)

KING: Brings me back, JR!

JR: Back where?

KING: To last week, when it happened at Final Countdown. Sorry, JR,
I'm just not good at being nostalgic.

JR: Oh boy. Well, Vernon has the upper hand and he takes the big man
down with a Russian legsweep.

KING: Oh, the irony...

JR: We get it, King. He goes for a quick cover!

The ref counts: One.. two.. kickout!

JR: Nothing happening there. Vernon pulls Alexei up, but he's greeted
by two elbows to the midsection. Alexei knees him in the gut again and
lifts him high, slamming him to the mat in a quick spinebuster! He
picks Vernon up and pulls him, by the hair, over to his corner. He
makes the tag!

KING: I sure hope Vlad is gonna heed Alexei's advice. He's a brilliant guy!

JR: You keep thinkin' that. Vlad and Alexei are both in and they grab
Vernon and whip him into the corner. He comes stumbling out and Alexei
grabs him and whips him back at Vlad, who catches him in a thesz
press! He starts unloading on him with furious rights and lefts and
Alexei finally leaves the ring!

KING: He ain't gonna be pretty no more! HA HA!

JR: Tags!
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Vlad's head off with a clothesline
Kolic smacks Vlad with a devastating clothesline .
Vlad inadvertedly knocks down Len Stanley.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Vlad with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Vlad counters it with a Gorilla Press.

(The camera zooms up to the stage and Black and Spirit are standing. The camera zooms in on the large diamond encrusted “DM” necklace on Black’s chest. It then zooms down to the Tag Team Title.)
 
JR: It appears Black is out on the stage to scout!
 
King: Well, these are two capable teams in the ring!
 
JR: If these two teams can get along with each other!
 
(Spirit points at the ring and her and Black talk during the match.)
 
Kolic takes Vlad down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic nails Vlad with spinning headscissors.
Kolic uses a 619 on Vlad.
The crowd is going crazy.

(Vlad tags Alexei, who bursts into the ring with a gigantic clothesline on Kolic. Alexei Romanov whips Kolic into the ropes but Kolic reverses it. Kolic goes for a shoulder block but Alexei’s momentum knocks Kolic off his feet. Alexei Romanov nails Kolic with a spinebuster. Vernon is trying to reach Kolic for a tag as Vlad disappears under the ring.)
 
JR: Kolic won’t last much longer in there, he needs to tag.
 
(Alexei starts pulling Kolic towards him as Kolic reaches for Vernon to make a tag. Vlad crawls out of the ring behind Vernon, grabs Vernon by his hair and tosses him against the guard rail.)
 
King: Vlad and Vernon are brawling near the ring.
 
(Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with an atomic drop. Vernon hits Vlad with a DDT. Vlad reaches under the ring and takes out his hockey stick. Vlad kneels and jabs Vernon in the ribs with the hockey stick. Vlad starts jabbing Vernon in the face with the top end of the hockey stick; Vernon is bleeding as a result. Kolic goes for a kick but Alexei blocks it, Kolic immediately answers with a spin kick on Alexei.)
 
JR: Somebody take Vlad’s hockey stick away, he’s gonna do some damage with that.
 
(Vernon grabs the hockey stick and pushes Vlad away with his feet. Vernon tosses the hockey stick towards the crowd which starts passing it on preventing Vlad to get hold of it again. The hockey stick begins traveling across the arena. Vlad reaches towards the crowd as Vernon come from behind him with a low blow and a quick dropkick.)

JR: Vern struggles to his corner...and tags in Kolic! Alexei is smirking,
apparently confident in his ability to destroy Kolic!

King: History would prove him wrong, Kolic has beaten him twice, including
Final Countdown where he won the Hardcore title!

JR: Alexei charges at Kolic, who runs to the turnbuckle and flips backward
over Alexei! He rears back to punch Vernon, but Kolic gets a schoolboy pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Alexei surprised that he almost lost the match! He backs Kolic into a
neutral corner and punches him mercilessly! Alexei throws Kolic into the far
ropes...Kolic ducks a huge clothesline, rebounds...and hits a spinning
headscissors! Alexei is on the middle rope, I think we all know what that
means!

King: Not again...

JR: Kolic hits the ropes...but misses! Alexei rolled out of the way! Kolic
has swung himself back outside the ring. Alexei charges at Kolic, but Kolic
headbutts him, and follows up with a Slide Rule! He goes for a pin!

Ref: One, two, thr...kickout!

Tags!

JR: Vlad and Kolic are in the ring, and so far, it's looking like Vlad
is heeding his partner's advice. He's looking a lot more tame and
using a little more strategy than we're used to!

KING: What do you expect, JR? He's a former champion! I'd take his advice, too!

JR: Vlad's been keeping Kolic in his corner, and he makes another tag
to Alexei. Vlad lifts Kolic's arm and Alexei comes in with a solid
boot. Vlad steps out and Alexei starts to tag Kolic's back with some
big forearm shots. He steps behind the new Hardcore champ and grabs
him, taking him down with a backdrop! He's back up and makes the quick
tag to Vlad who comes in and, uh oh, they each grab one of Kolic's
legs! Oh my! Wishbone!

KING: YAHH!

JR: Alexei's out and Vlad picks Kolic up, hurling him into a vacant
corner! He heads in and grabs him and whips him across the ring with a
huge amount of force! Listen to him shout out as he hurls him! And
Kolic just crashed into that corner and bounced out like a ragdoll!

KING: When Vlad wants to be angry, he can be angry. Loud, too. Someone
better tighten that mask!

JR: King... nevermind. Vlad's heading over to pick up Kolic, but the
Hardcore champ is fighting him off! He's still got some strength in
him afterall! Wait, Alexei is trying to come into the ring, but the
ref is over there to stop him, and Kolic just drove a boot into Vlad's
groin!!

KING: What's with all these below the belt shots today?! Ow!!

JR: And Kolic leaps to make the tag to Vernon! Vernon is in and he's
clearing house!

TAG!

JR: Vernon is in now, and he is fired up!

King: He's been waiting to get his hands on Vlad for weeks, and now's his chance!

JR: And Vernon's not showing any sign of intimidation as he takes the fight to Vlad!

Vernon is blasting Vlad with lefts and rights.
Vlad goes for a clothesline, but Vernon ducks
Vernon scores with a swinging neck breaker.
Vernon bounds off the ropes.
Dropkick right to Vlad's head!
Vernon drops a knee on Vlad's face.

JR: That was a crushing blow!

King: But Vlad's not out yet!

Vlad starts getting up.

Vernon nails him with more punches, but Vlad stands anyway.
Vernon goes for another punch, but Vlad blocks.
Vlad grabs Vernon by the throat.

JR: Vernon's in trouble!

Vernon kicks Vlad in the groin, forcing him to release the hold.

JR: The ref didn't see it!

King: Good thing for Vernon.

JR: Vernon takes Vlad down with a Russian legsweep.

JR: No puns, King.

King: What?

JR: You heard me.

Vernon is climbing the ropes.

JR: High risk maneuver here!

Vernon takes the leap, landing a flawless moonsault across Vlad's chest.
He drags Vlad to a standing position.
Vernon whips Vlad to the ropes.
He rebounds off the other side.
End of the End on Vlad!
Vernon hooks the leg.
The ref counts: One! Two! Three!

*DING DING DING*

Lilly: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt and Kolic!

JR: Vernon's got his TV title, and he looks like a man with a plan!

King: I think somebody's about to get some gold!

(Vernon rushes at Vlad, nailing him from behind with the belt. Vlad drops like a ton of bricks.
Vernon reaches into his tights, pulling out his brass knuckles. He mounts Vlad's chest and
proceeds to mercilessly pummel him with brass knuckled punches to the head.)

JR: Vlad is a bloody mess! Someone needs to get Vernon off of him!

King: This is great! I need some popcorn!

JR: You would think so.

(Clancy slides Vernon a chair. Vernon puts Vlad's leg in the chair and folds it up.)

JR: Good gawd! What's he gonna do now?

(Vernon climbs to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off and lands a guillotine leg drop right on the
chair! Vlad grabs his leg and howls in agony. Vernon stands up, dusts his hands, and reaches
into his tights once more. He pulls out a sheet of paper. Clancy hands him a pen.)

JR: It's that list of his!

(Vernon takes the pen and peruses the list. He finds Vlad's name and, with a flourish, crosses it
off. Then he asks for a mic.)

Vernon: Vlad, we're even now! For your own sake, and for the sake of anyone who associates with
you, I suggest you call it a night and stay the hell away from me and mine.

(Vernon drops the mic next to Vlad's head and leaves the ring.)

JR: Vernon has just seen Black up on the ramp!
 
(Black points at Vernon.)
 
King: Look from the other side!
 
(Dreadnaught is seen sliding into the ring. He has the black baseball bat in his hand. Dreadnaught stands behind Vernon.)
 
JR: Turn around!
 
(Vernon turns and walks right into the baseball bat.)
 
JR: Vernon was just demolished!
 
(Black and Spirit sprint down to the ring. Vernon slides under the bottom rope and spears Kolic as he moved towards Dreadnaught.)
 
King: Black is pummeling Kolic.
 
JR: Dreadnaught tosses Vernon to the floor. Black just dropped Kolic to the mat with a DDT.
 
(Black motions to Dreadnaught to climb the turnbuckle.)
 
JR: Vlad and Alexi are just standing outside!
 
King: They don’t know what to make of this!
 
(Black and Dreadnaught point down to Kolic.)
 
JR: I think the Terminal Reaction is coming!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught look over at Vlad and Alexi. Black leaps off with an elbow to the heart of Kolic. Dreadnaught hits a cross body on Vlad and Alexi.)
 
JR: Deadly Medley has sent a message to their potential opponents tonight!
 
(Black walks over and pulls Dreadnaught up and the two walk up the ramp together with Spirit. The camera shows the bodies laying in and around the ring.)
 
JR: Deadly Medley is serious about being the best Tag Team in the BMWF!
 
(Black and Dreadnaught pose on the stage before walking backstage.)

JR: We'll be right back!

JR: We are going backstage with Dreadnaught!
 
(The camera pans over to Bole standing next to Dreadnaught. Dreadnaught is dressed in a Deadly Medley T-shirt with the huge DM pendant around his neck. The pendant sparkles in the light. Then the camera pans down to the Tag Team Titles on his waist.)
 
Bole: Well, I am quite happy to see you without keys in your hand!
 
Dreadnaught: Did I scare you a little bit, Bole? You know I had to try out my new gift from Lowe. I know you dig the 400 horses under the hood of that GTO. Wait…you probably don’t know about that. I saw you rollin’ that Pinto in here!
 
Bole: Thanks for bringing that up! Yeah, I don’t make as much as you!
 
Dreadnaught: Well, you shouldn’t, ‘cause I am the (BLEEP)! I got the whole thing under control Bole. That ring is my domain. Your domain, is holding that mic and talking to superstars! You should be paying me to just stand in my presence fool! But, that’s another story. Now, what you got to ask…?
 
(Dreadnaught looks down and then back to the camera.)
 
Bole: Well, some people doubt that you are the best tag team.
 
Dreadnaught: Well, those peeps just ain’t paying attention! We are the greatest thing to happen to this league since Cash Flo left! Yo, it ain’t my fault that Ash and Scotty didn’t want those belts! Let me break this down. Yeah, some of those cats may be right. We didn’t beat the best champions ever, but let me tell you. We will destroy everything in our path! Those folks that are saying this ain’t ever held a championship that had the word World on it! They man have held the US Title, Hardcore Title, or whatever! But this says, we are the best Tag Team in this WORLD! We ain’t got no equals anywhere! Believe that!
 
Bole: Well, tonight, you face the first challenge for you as champions, Chuck Columbo and Riki O!
 
Dreadnaught: Oh yeah, we decided to show the world our strength tonight against these two men. Let’s keep it real, are there better teams out there! Of course, but since we revolutionized and destroyed the entire Tag Team Division, we don’t know who the best teams are! So when that debate is all settled, come find Deadly Medley, before we find you! Now Bole, I gotta go catch up with Black. I came to bring the pain!
 
(Dreadnaught holds on to the Tag Team Title and walks down the hall.)

>>>
 
(Witherspoon is laying down on his stomach on an Exam table, his back brace removed. Dr. Oliver is leaning over him, her slender hands rubbing along his

back. She presses down and Witherspoon's face contorts, and he growls slightly.)

Dr. Oliver: That hurt?

Witherspoon: *bleep*in A!

Dr. Oliver: Good. You deserve it. I told you to take it easy in your match, but you didn't listen to me.

Witherspoon: He had to be taught a leason.

Dr. Oliver: Men.

(She presses down on his back again, causing him to hiss in pain. She looks down at him.)

Dr. Oliver: Chris, you are such a baby.

(Witherspoon grunts and lights a cigarette, laying his head on his arms, slowly smoking. Dr. Oliver slowly masauges his lower back.)

Dr. Oliver: Those are gonna kill you ya know. Not to mention effect your athletic ability.

(Witherspoon responds by taking a deep drag on his cigarette, holding it in, and exhaling with a deep sigh of pleasure. Dr. Oliver shakes her head, her hair

spilling around her face and brushing Spoon's back. His back twitches slightly, and he lets out a quick laugh, before hissing in pain. Dr. Oliver tucks her

hair behind her ears.)

Dr. Oliver: Hold still.

(FADE)

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

At a total combined weight of 514 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
From South Central L.A.... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Dreadnaught
His partner...
From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at 269 pounds...
William Black

JR: The Tag Team Champions are here!
 
Lillian: From the Red Light District…led to the ring by Spirit…DEADLY MEDLEY!
 
(The fans begin to cheer as a red light engulfs the United Center. The Bruiser-tron shows several small children play at a park. Suddenly static fills the arena and the face of a small girl is shown on the Bruiser-tron.)
 
PA: Do you hear that…IT’S HERE!
 
(The static gets louder and then suddenly cuts into “Patiently Waiting” by 50 Cent. Red pyro falls from the top of the stage and smoke fills the entryway. A light shines through the smoke and the outline of Dreadnaught, Black, and Spirit can be seen. The lights in the arena flash back on, and Deadly Medley is on the edge of the stage. Dreadnaught has the Tag Title around his waist and Black has his over his left shoulder. Black lifts it high in the air and the camera focuses in on the title. The two are both sporting a fedora and the sparkling diamond DM necklaces.)
 
JR: At Final Countdown, Deadly Medley finally achieved their goal of winning those titles!
 
King: And they finally beat Scotty and Ash!
 
JR: It was a battle in the ring, but Dreadnaught and Black came out on top!
 
(Dreadnaught sprints down the aisle and slides under the bottom rope.)
 
JR: Black and Spirit enter the ring.
 
King: These Chicago fans love Deadly Medley!
 
(Black and Dreadnaught stand on opposite turnbuckles and pose as the fans go nuts. Dreadnaught points to a sign that reads “Finally, GOOD Tag Champs!” The two jump down and talk in the corner.)
 
JR: This will be the first official match as champions for Deadly Medley!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Miss Linda...
At a total combined weight of 493 pounds...
From San Diego, CA... weighing in at 265 pounds...
Chuck Columbo
His partner...
From Las Vegas, NV... weighing in at 228 pounds...
Riki O

*DING DING*
  
JR: Dreadnaught storms into the ring and charges at Riki O.
Riki O moves and Dreadnaught springs off of the ropes.
Dreadnaught catches Riki O with a flying clothesline.
 
King: That’s one way to take him down!
 
JR: Dreadnaught kicks away at Riki O.
Dreadnaught pulls him up off of the mat.
Dreadnaught hits a dropkick on Riki O.
Riki O pulls himself up with the ropes.
Dreadnaught charges at Riki O.
Riki O ducks.
Dreadnaught lands on the apron.
 
King: Riki O thinks Dreadnaught is on the ground!
 
JR: Riki O turns around.
Dreadnaught hits a springboard cross body.
Dreadnaught with a cover.
 
1…2…kick out!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Riki O off of the mat.
Dreadnaught whips him into the corner and hits a splash.
Dreadnaught tags to Black.
Black leaps to the top rope.
Dreadnaught pushes Riki O back into the corner.
Black puts a knee in the back of Riki O’s head.
Black drops down and drives it straight to the mat.
  
JR: Black just tagged Dreadnaught in.
Dreadnaught ducks a clothesline from Columbo.
Dreadnaught hits a kick to the gut of Columbo.
 
King: Dreadnaught saw that coming!
 
JR: Dreadnaught hooks Columbo for a suplex.
Dreadnaught lifts him high into the air.
Dreadnaught drops Columbo to the mat.
Dreadnaught stalks behind Columbo.
 
King: I see Columbo going to sleep!
 
JR: Dreadnaught waits as Columbo gets to his feet.
Dreadnaught locks on the Cobra Clutch!
 
King: I told you!
 
JR: You certainly did!
Dreadnaught locks in on and Columbo drops to one knee.
The ref picks up one of Columbo’s arms…it falls.
The ref lifts the arm again…it falls.
 
King: What is Dreadnaught doing?
 
JR: Dreadnaught drops the hold and springs over to Riki O.
Dreadnaught shoves Riki O.
 
King: The ref is keeping Riki O out of the ring!
 
JR: But, Black just got in the ring.
The two are just pummeling Columbo!
The ref instructs Riki O to leave the ring.
 
(Black claps his hands and Dreadnaught stands out on the apron.)
 
JR: That’s just plain cheating!
 
King: But, very good team work!

(Dreadnaught clotheslines Chuck, as Riki O enters the ring to help Chuck. The ref immiedatly tries to get Riki O back outside the ring.)

JR: Looks like Riki O is trying to help out his partner.

King: Yeah, and... aw, not him again!

JR: Who?

(We see Kevin Storm leaping over the guardrail, nine iron in hand. William Black turns and sees him, and steps off the apron. Black rushes at Kevin with a clothesline, but Kevin ducks it. Kevin turns, and swings the nine-iron into Black's back)

JR: This must be retribution for Black's interference last time.

(Black goes down. Kevin turns, and see Spirit. Kevin raises the nine-iron...)

King: DON'T DO IT! DON'T HURT THE PUPPIES!

(Spirit holds up her hands, as if it would do any good. Kevin starts to swing the nine-iron, but stops before hitting Spirit. Kevin looks at the nine-iron in shock.)

JR: Has Kevin finally realized what he's doing?

King: Good timing. At least Spirit isn't hurt.

(Kevin looks back at Spirit, then at his nine-iron, then at Spirit again.)

Kevin: What am I doing? I was just about to hit a girl...

(Kevin starts to shake his head.)

Kevin: What am I becoming? Who am I?

(Kevin steps over the guard rail, and runs into the crowd.)

JR: That was bizarre....

King: Yes it was... hey, let's get back to the action in the ring!

JR: Dreadnaught is in the ring.
He is reaching for a tag to Black.
Riki O cuts him off.
Riki O hits Dreadnaught with a kick.
 
King: Dreadnaught needs to make the tag.
 
JR: Riki O goes for a body slam.
Dreadnaught falls off of his back.
Dreadnaught grabs Riko O and hits a Russian Leg Sweep.
Dreadnaught reaches up and tags in Black.
 
King: Black is fired up!
 
JR: Black storms into the ring and clotheslines Riki O to the mat.
 
King: Columbo is in!
 
JR: Black drops him to the mat.
Dreadnaught jumps in and knocks Columbo over the top rope.
Dreadnaught stands next to Black.
DOUBLE SUPERKICK to Riki O.
 
King: Riki O is out! Terminal Reaction coming up!
 
JR: Black on one turnbuckle.
Dread is on the opposite one!
They both point down to Riki O.
Dreadnaught connects with the LA Hangover!
Black slams his elbow in the chest of Riki O.
Black hooks the leg!
1…2…3!

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Dreadnaught and William Black!

JR: The Tag Team Champions won a hard earned victory tonight!
 
(Dreadnaught rolls out of the ring and grabs the Tag Team Titles. Lack holds the rope open for Spirit to enter the ring. Dreadnaught places the title over his shoulder and tosses the other to Black.)
 
JR: These fans are behind Deadly Medley tonight!
 
(Dreadnaught and Black stand on opposite turnbuckles and pose with the titles as the flashbulbs explode all over the arena.)
 
King: And look at Spirit!
 
(Dreadnaught and Black hop down and walk up the ramp with Spirit.)

(The camera opens backstage where Ash is waiting with Michael Bole.)

Bole: Ash, the fans and myself are wondering, after your loss of the tag titles will you and Scotty be able to coexist in the Syndicate?

Ash: Bole, first I’d like to give Dread and Black a message. Congraulations. That’s right, you were the better men last night and were rewarded so, but know this. Once Scotty and I sort out what is going on between us, we’ll be back for our belts. As for Scotty and I, we are like family. Which means, like any real family sometimes you don’t like each other. But you don’t have to like somebody all the time or always see eye to eye to be able to work things out.

Bole: Are saying you don’t like Scotty?

Ash: Not all the time, hell sometimes I can’t stand him. But there are times I can’t stand you, can’t tolerate Donnie, Spoon, or the Judge either. I’m not a people person Bole, so just because my tolerance is sometimes spread too thin doesn’t mean that I’m going to sever ties with somebody every time we have a disagreement.

Bole: But you and Scotty have had some real heated words as of late, surely you can’t….

Ash: Bole… listen to me. What happens will happen, but I’m not going to go out of my way to end what Scotty and I have created. We’re to dynamic personalities used to having things are way and getting what we want. That means we aren’t used to sharing the spotlight and compromising. These things happen. I don’t have anything else for you on this, you have any more questions or is this over?

Bole: One more question. Now that you aren’t wearing tag team gold, what do you plan on doing?

Ash: I plan on being me. Like I always have, but I know what you’re getting at. I’ve been putting a lot of thought into this Bole and I honestly am not sure. There are several people out there with belts or aspirations that I wouldn’t mind derailing. There are also some people that have gotten a bit high on themselves and could stand to be taken down a notch or two. But time will sort that out. Needless to say, when I find my target, you and the world will be aware of it.

Bole: Thanks Ash.

Ash: Anytime Bole.

(The camera fades.)

JR: Ladies and gentlemen you heard it here. There may still be live in the Syndicate yet, only time will tell if things can return to normal.

King: What’s normal have to do with these idiots?

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(The scene opens showing Tamer leaning over a sink. Tamer collects water in his hands and splashes it on his face then runs his hands down his face shaking his head. As Tamer turns to face the camera he runs one hand through his hair, he then takes a deep breath.)
 
Tamer: So it seems as if one chapter in my life is closing. I have no time to weep, for I must continue to march forward. I must continue on my path to Bruisermania. I must continue on my path to the World Title. You can call this avoidance or a creation of distractions. But the simple fact is, I cannot dwell on anything at this point in time. I don’t have the luxury.  At least now I have a definite answer. Rom her lips to my ears and in that I must and will accept what has come to pass.
 
(Tamer nods.)
 
Tamer: Now there is only one target for me, only one focus, and only one man I shall lay my wrath upon. That man is Master Z. He has slowly been building his assaults against me. I can see what he is doing. I can see the lust for destruction that brews within him. Master Z appears to be out to destroy me. It a nice goal… But I’ve seen people try it against me before and yet here I stand.
 
(Tamer grins.)
 
Tamer: I love a challenge, the unbeatable odds, the invincible being. Those are words that entice me.  And that is why Master Z I have a challenge that I will pass along to you later.
 
(Tamer cracks his knuckles.)
 
Tamer: But the right now and the next is Ash, whom I will face in a matter of minutes. I don’t have much to say about Ash seeing as I’ve never really had a conflict with him. This will just be a good clean competitive match. And may the best man be the victor…
 
FADE

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(Lowedown is seen making his way back towards the locker room as Flame steps out and hands her husband a towel. As Lowedown is wiping the sweat off his face, Michael Bole makes his way up to get an interview...)

Bole:Lowedown, what just happened out there? You and the Judge almost had Bruisermania out there tonight!

Lowedown:Nah, Nah, Nah Michael. That in no way was Bruisermania. Not by a longshot! If it was Bruisermania, the Judge would have been left in the ring bloodied and broken and you know it! The Judge is a jealous man and tonight, he let his jealousy outshine the friendship we had. The Judge became no better than any other punk @$$, no talent, mid-carder, jack@$$ who doesn't have the guts to walk up to me like a man and ask me for a title shot!

Bole:But what about the Elimination chamber?

Lowedown:What about the Elimination chamber? If I would have been in that chamber Bole, you know I would have whooped @$$ like I always do and won that chamber match up! The Judge won because I counted the 1...2...3. I raised his hand up and looked him right in the eyes and I told him that it's him and I at Mania! I didn't cheap shot him. I didn't get in his face, I was man enough to raise his hand and show him what kind of straight up champion I am. Then, he goes and pulls this garbage in the ring just like a chump. Well, I got news for the Judge here tonight. At Bruisermania, the Judge and I are going to be locked in a cage together and no one...I mean no one will save his @$$ from the beating that I am personally going to hand him. Then, I'm going to walk out of the cage and keep the World title where it belongs. Right here with the Family. Now, what else is on your mind?

Bole:Well, I was going to ask you about your tag team match tonight between you and Hardcore against...

Lowedown:Hang on just one minute there for me Michael. I have explained it before that Hardcore Harry and I aren't real good friends and I think everyone in the freakin' world knows that by now. However, fate has placed us in the same corner. The funny thing is that I remember the last lil' scrap him and I had together in tag team competition. He asked me for the longest time to be his partner and then towards the end of the match, he clips me in the back of the leg and tries to take me out of the game! That's the past in his mind maybe, but not in mine. I don't trust the punk and I'm sure he don't trust me. So, I will make it real simple for Harry right here and right now so listen up Harry!

(Lowedown pulls the camera right to his face...)

Lowedown:Look at this face real close and understand that it will be in your face if you don't hold up your end of the match. You may think that you can play another game with me, but I am not looking to play a game with you. You swerve me and I'll drop you like a bad habit. I will shove my foot down so far down your throat that your kidney will have my footprint stamped on it! That's not a threat...it's a straight up fact! And Judge, what happened earlier with tonight is nothing compared to how much real pain you are going to feel tonight! That is the Lowedown on that!

Bole:Will there be anything left of either of you by the time Bruisermania comes around next month?

(Lowedown pauses as he looks at Bole and then back at the camera...)

Lowedown:Nothing is going to stop me from making itto Bruisermania. I'll be there no doubt. The only thing I'm wondering is...will the Judge be there? I'll talk to you soon Bole

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