BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 3/15/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Kansas Coliseum Wichita Kansas

(Before the show...)

(Lowedown is seen standing outside of the Kansas Coliseum as he sits in the back of his truck drinking a beer and staring around at the BMWF production trucks and crew feverishly working to get the show started. Lowedown smiles for a moment as he sets his beer down next to his chair...)

Lowedown:Look at them would ya? Like ants trying to build a home just so we can bring it down. It's kind of funny if you think about it.

(Lowedown pauses as he pops his neck and leans towards the camera...)

Lowedown:I think of the crew of the BMWF just like the rookies here in the BMWF. Young, but always running around like chickens with their heads cut off. The rookies think that it's all about money, women, and fame. Well, I have the woman. I have the money. I have the fame. But I'm not here for the fame kids. I'm here for the respect. I have fought all around this country and I have bled more buckets than you have had matches and you can believe that or think I'm blowing smoke up your @$$...it doesn't stop it from being true.

(Pause)

Lowedown:Bruisermania is all about respect and Master Z will get no d@mn respect from me! Z doesn't deserve resepct just like the rookies who open their mouths before thinking. Guess who I'm talking about?

(As Lowedown pauses, footage of Lowedown leaping off the top rope and delivering the "Going Down" onto the body of Witherspoon. The blood is Witherspoon seen dripping off the cast of Lowedown...)

Lowedown:I hope you learned a lesson for those of you watching this. Just as I will step into the ring against Master Z at Bruisermania, I will once again dominate this sport and make all of you rookies understand why the bWo is still the dominant force in this business. Why I am the dominant lion in this cage.

(Lowedown leaps out of the back of his truck and puts his sunglasses on before getting ready to enter the arena...)

Lowedown:You will respect me...or you will fear me. You make the choice.

fade...

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(The show opens inside the Kansas Coliseum Wichita Kansas. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Kansas Coliseum Wichita Kansas! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!!!

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback begins to play as the crowd anxiously awaits the arrival of Lowedown and Flame to come out through the entrance way. A spotlight shines down on a spot in the crowd as they slowly begin to part. As the spotlight finally stops at one spot, you see Lowedown and Flame sitting in the audience drinking a beer. Lowedown looks over at the Bruisertron and rises up as he and Flame rush down to the ring and leap over the guardrail. Lowedown slides into the ring and immediately takes the microphone away from Lily Garcia...)

JR:Lowedown was in the crowd the whole time?

King:He's probably worried about that mystery person leaving all those threats around here. Either that or he's trying to watch out for Witherspoon! HAHAHA!

JR:Maybe Lowedown will explain his actions for attacking Witherspoon the way he did.

King:I think Witherspoon deserved it to be honest!

JR:How do you figure that?

King:The moment Witherspoon arrived, he stuck his nose is the Master Z and Lowedown's business and Lowedown doesn't want anyone interfering in trying to regain the World title!

JR:It looks like Lowedown definitely has something on his mind here tonight!

(Lowedown paces around the ring for a moment and is about to speak when he motions to Flame to bring him his beer. Lowedown takes another drink and then sets it down in the corner...)

Lowedown:First things first my peeps!

(Lowedown clears his throat...)

Lowedown:WICHITA, KANSAS!

(Crowd pop)

Lowedown:WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

Lowedown&Crowd:HOUSE!

(Lowedown smiles for a moment as he then brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:I'm hoping that a certain young man in the back has realized the error of his ways. I would hope that this young upstart of a rookie can learn to keep his mouth shut and his eyes on the pecking order here with the bWo!

King:If he isn't talking about Witherspoon, then I don't know who he's talking about!

Lowedown:Good ol' Spoonie felt just a fraction of an inkling of a small sample of what happens when you stick your nose in my business! You speak when spoken to and shut the BLEEP up when I am speaking! When you stick your nose in my business, you get it broken! You see this Spoonie?

(Lowedown raises the cast up in the air and then shows it to the camera...)

Lowedown:This is your blood! This is your life stained on this cast and I enjoyed every second of beating your @$$ down like the rookie punk you are!! The next time you step up and throw your two cents in, prepared for the Lowedown to make change out of your @$$! That is the Lowedown on that!

JR:Lowedown nearly crushed Witherspoon's head with that cast!

King:That should be illegal!

Lowedown:Now, I have tried to be patient. I have tried to keep my cool. I have even tried meditation. Nothing however has kept me from getting past the fact that I cannot wait to get my hands around the neck of that fluke of a champion! Nothing is going to keep me from beating the everlovin' hell out of Master Z here tonight right here in WICHITA!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:Did you know Master Z and the Wizard of Oz characters have something in common? It's true people! He has no courage like the Lion! In other words, he just a big kitty cat BLEEP!

King:Did the censors catch that one in time?

Lowedown:He has no heart like the Tin man so there's nothing to tear out of his rib cage! And he is definitely soft like the straw man! All those "muscles" you see on him...steroids of course!

JR:We know that's not true! We always have mandatory drug testing here!

King:I don't know about that! We still don't know what Lowedown is smoking! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:But I think the character that Master Z resembles the most is Dorothy. Why you ask? It's real simple if you think about it. Because I plan on making Master Z my personal BLEEP at Bruisermania! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:Now, you know and I know that this Bedlam wouldn't be a honest to goodness kick @$$ Bedlam if I didn't get my hands on Master Z tonight...it wouldn't be a good night in my opinion! I've been sitting up there in the moderately priced seats, drinking beer, and waiting for the right time to bring Z's punk @$$ out! By the time I see on my watch here, I think it's time to call out that fluke sonofableep out here right now!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he looks towards the Bruisertron and then leans against the ropes as he brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:What do you say Z? I got the time...if you got the BLEEPS! I'm not in the mood to wait until the end of the d@mn show where we have a bunch of other people standing in our way! What do you say Z? You know I'm not going to go anywhere until you bring your punk @$$ down to the ring!

(Lowedown takes a few steps to the side and stands in the corner as he keeps his eyes on the entrance way. Lowedown drops his head down as he doesn't see Master Z coming out...)

Lowedown:I guess we'll just have to do this the old fashioned way right Z? I guess I have to walk back there and drag you out in front of my peeps and tear you apart like Grandma's house in a twister!

(As Lowedown begins to step out of the ring, the lights immediately dim as Lowedown stops in his tracks. Several bright white spotlights illuminate the entrance ramp as "Victory" blasts throughout the arena. Master Z steps out from behind the curtain arms outstretched. Around his waists, the BMWF World Title is securely strapped. Shiny golden pieces of glitter begin to fall from the rafters glimmering through the air as Master Z struts around.)

JR: Lowedown called him out, and here comes Master Z!

KING: Ask and you shall receive, JR!

(Master Z slowly walks up the ring steps telling Lowedown to back off and get out of his face. Master Z enters the ring taking a bow for the booing audience. Master Z reaches and tears the mic out of Lowedowns hands. With his other hand, Master Z puts pushes into Lowe's chest holding him back.)

Master Z: I said back off, Lowe! Everyone in this arena knows you'll just make a fool of yourself with this mic in your hand! Ya know something my friend? I sit in my locker room watching you out here every week. I always see your mouth moving, but I hear nothing coming out! Half the time I just turn the monitor off! Lowedown, you're a waste of my time!

(The crowd boos once again.)

Master Z: And since you are a worthless pile of trash, I have made a promise to myself. I have promised to put you out of your misery at Bruisermania! In fact, I will put you out of everyone's misery at Bedlam! Only then you will stop filling up these BMWF arenas with hot air!

JR: Did Master Z just call Lowedown full of hot air?

KING: Among other things, JR!

Master Z: I understand that you have this big idea in your tiny little mind that you're going to get this world title back, but it isn't happening! Look at youself you're washed up! The second I signed that contract to return and wrestle for the BMWF you turned second best! That's all there is to it! And if you think that you have it in you to pull an upset, you're wrong. This is my era, the Master Z era! I rule this federation now. There's no longer room for both of us on the throne!

(Lowedown is about to retaliate when the crash of glass is heard following by the revving of a four-wheeler.)

JR: Here comes Stone Cold Bruiser!

KING:What is he doing out here? YAHHH!!!

(Master Z crosses his arms and drops the mic onto the mat. He looks at the ground shaking his head then leans against the ropes waiting for SCB to drive down. Lowedown looks irritated as if he were rudely interrupted.)

(Bruiser drives down on the four-wheeler. He nearly runs over ten crew members as he drives around the ring. He finally stops back at the edge of the ramp. Then climbs into the ring. He gives the four corner salute giving Lowedown and Master Z a stern look as he walks by them each time. The music dies off as Bruiser grabs a mic. However, Bruiser just stands there staring at Master Z and Lowedown.)

KING: What's he waiting for?

(Finally, Bruiser gives them the double bird as the crowd goes wild. Z and Lowe both get an angry look on their faces.)

BRUISER: Now, I keep hearing you two jackasses flapping yer jaws about who's the best and whose going to cripple who at Bruisermania 2004 on March 29! Then I hear Lowedown throwing out a challenge for an Inferno Casket Match at Bruisermania!

(Crowd cheers.)

BRUISER: Well, after what's happened the last couple of weeks...

(Bruiser is suddenly interrupted by the lights going out.)

KING: YAHH! What's going on?

JR: Why do we ask that every time the lights go out?

(The building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord comes through the curtains and heads to the ring. Darklord steps up the ringsteps. His eyeballs roll back into his head as he raises his hands causing the lights to return to normal.)

DARKLORD: So, these two mortals wish to destroy each other in an Inferno Casket match, do they?

BRUISER: Yeah, but what's it to you? Haul yer dead carcass outta my ring!

DARKLORD: But a mere Inferno Casket Match is too inferior for such a grand event as Bruisermania 2004! No, a far more deadly version is necessary. A Darkside Cremation Match!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: A Darkside Cremation Match? What the heck is that?

BRUISER:  A Darkside Cremation Match, huh? What the heck is that?

DARKLORD: Simple, mortal. There will be a cremation chamber on the stage. To win the match, you must put your opponent inside a casket, lock the casket, then wheel it to the stage and shove it into the cremation chamber!

JR: Good Lord! He must be joking! That will kill a man!

BRUISER: So, yer saying that one if these jackasses is gonna get burnt to a crisp?

DARKLORD: Aye, mortal! But such a match also needs a special referee...ME!

BRUISER: Well, if everybody signs a waiver relieving the BMWF of any responsibility if they get killed or maimed, then it's fine with me! Whattaya say, guys?

MASTER Z: Give me the paper!

LOWEDOWN: Me, too!

BRUISER: Then it's on! At Bruisermania, it'll be Master Z vs. Lowedown in a Darkside Cremation Match with Darklord as special referee...And that's the bottomline...'cause Stone Cold said so!

(The Stone Cold them plays as Stone Cold leaves the ring.

(Lowedown pulls the hair back from his face and places one arm over the top rope and falls backwards over the tope and lands on his feet. Lowedown then climbs over the railing and makes his way back towards his seat where Flame has a beer waiting for him. Lowedown sits back down and has an angered look on his face...)

JR:Can you believe it?

King:Believe it? I'm about to book my flight to get to Bruisermania right now! Where's my phone?!?

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
From Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"The Franchise" Shame Douglas

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Dork The Clown nails Shame Douglas with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dork The Clown goes for a forearm smash, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas nails Dork The Clown with an atomic drop.
Shame Douglas goes for a bodyslam, but Dork The Clown counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dork The Clown hits Shame Douglas.
A small "Dork The Clown" chant is being started.
Dork The Clown hits Shame Douglas.
A small "Dork The Clown" chant is being started.
Shame Douglas chops Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown punches Shame Douglas.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown with a chop.
Shame Douglas goes for a bodyslam, but Dork The Clown counters it with
a facerake.
Dork The Clown takes Shame Douglas down with a flying forearm.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown hits Shame Douglas with an elbow.
Dork The Clown laughs at his opponent.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown goes for a piledriver, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown with a Hotshot.
A few fans are booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas nails Dork The Clown with a bodyslam.
Shame Douglas uses a forearm to the back on Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown goes for a faceslam, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas executes a swinging neckbreaker on Dork The Clown.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas goes for a faceslam, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown chops Shame Douglas.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas punches Dork The Clown.
A few fans are booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas punches Dork The Clown.
A few fans are booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown with a back suplex.
Shame Douglas hits a punch on Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas hits Dork The Clown.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas kicks Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas gets a sleeperhold on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dork The Clown tries to escape the hold.
Shame Douglas lets go after 11 seconds.
Shame Douglas puts Dork The Clown in a sleeperhold.
Dork The Clown makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Shame Douglas executes a bodyslam on Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas takes Dork The Clown down with a dropkick.
Shame Douglas uses an elbowsmash on Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas gives the sign for the Pittsburgh Plunge.
Shame Douglas executes the Pittsburgh Plunge on Dork The Clown.
Shame Douglas goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Shame Douglas!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The scene opens up in the parking lot, where the sound of a powerful engine
in the distance can be heard. Within seconds, the noise becomes louder and a
familiar black and red Diablo GTR speeds in and power slide drifts in
between two cars and comes to a hault.)

JR: We all know to whom that car belongs. What an insane entrance for a very
insane person.

King: Be careful JR. He may hear you.

(From out of the car appears Tyrone Smith and Sarah Lyn; both have a look of
disgust on their faces as they walk towards the arena)

JR: What an odd relationship those two have. For the last near two years,
Tyrone has loathed his ex-wife Sarah and now through some sick and twisted 
turn of events they are back together as though nothing happened.

King: They look like they're out to put a hit on somebody, JR. Tyrone scares
the willies out of me and as super hott as Sarah is, she's just as crazy as
the Jamaican Monster.

JR: I'm sure those two have nothing but pain and havoc on their minds.

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JR: Dreadnaught has arrived!

(The camera shows Dreadnaught opening the door into the Kansas Coliseum. He has his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey. He has a duffle bag over his left shoulder and the US title around his waist. Dreadnaught pauses and he pulls out an aerosol can. He looks at it for a moment.)

Dreadnaught: If you think I’m a biohazard, then I”LL BE’DAT!

(He then sprays the can all over the hall, releasing all the gas straight into the atmosphere. Dreadnaught smiles and looks into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: And just like I cracked open this can, Mineral, I will crack you open! You can’t hang with the Dread-daddy!

King: Dreadnaught really is a biohazard!

JR: I think he is just sending a message, King!

King: Well, he is damaging the environment! Mineral needs to stop him!

Mike D: Alright, focus time, focus time. I have to get back into the groove of things geesh. Two losses to jobbers man. (Mike's punching into the air and then stretching his arms. He hops on one foot then hops on the other while breathing deeply.)

Mike D: Can't let this little freak beat me this week, oh no. It's getting too close to actual crunch time. It's getting to close to when the machine has to be well oiled and running smoothly. (He stops and then lets out a deep sigh, of relief.)

Voice: You match is up next Mr. Donahue.

Mike D: (Mike nods to the direction the voice came from.) I gotta wake up my head, get this old body working again. If I get made fun of my Scott again I'll cry. (Mike smiles at himself.) Also Mr. Spoon has been sporting too happy a grin in the locker room, I can't let that little punk one up me. Ohhh no. Let's do this. (With that Mike takes a drink of water and listens for his entrance music to start up.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Ric Frye...
From Lousiville, KY...
Weighing in at 320 pounds...

"Die Maschine" Mike Donahue

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 231 pounds...

K.C. Gibb


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Mike Donahue goes for a kneelift, but K.C. Gibb side-steps and Mike Donahue
only hits air.
K.C. Gibb nails Mike Donahue with a flying headbutt.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
K.C. Gibb runs into the ropes.
Ric Frye trips K.C. Gibb.
Charles Robertson threatens Mike Donahue with disqualification.
Charles Robertson warns Ric Frye.
Charles Robertson is back on the job.
K.C. Gibb attempts to place Mike Donahue on the turnbuckle, but Mike Donahue
blocks it.
K.C. Gibb chops Mike Donahue.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mike Donahue chops K.C. Gibb.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Mike Donahue executes the Shutdown on K.C. Gibb.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
K.C. Gibb is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Mike Donahue!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The Bruisertron lights up as we see Axe's olive green 1974 Dodge Dart Custom 4-door slowly pull into a parking space. The crowd in the Kansas Coliseum boos as he steps out from his vehicle and grabs some belongings and heading inside when Michael Bole steps out wanting to talk to him.)

Bole: Axe would it be possible to talk to you?

Axe: You seem to be the only person that cares...that actually wants to have a conversation with me why is that Bole?

(Bole has a confused look on his face.)

Bole: I don't know really I guess I just like to get some feedback for the fans and th-

Axe: Fans? What fans Bole? Nobody likes me...don't try and make me feel better because I could care less for these ingrates who have no idea who I am and what I am capable of...there just like everybody else...you probably don't even care but pretend so you can use me for information.

Bole: No of course not I just wan-

Axe: Bole...don't try and cover it up I've experienced it all before so just do me a favour and be genuine. Now ask your questions quickly.

Bole: Well um...alright tonight you face Steve Korino how are you feeling going up against this athlete?

Axe: You seem to ask the same questions Bole but just in a different pattern. I mean last Friday it was my thoughts now your asking how I am feeling...it's the same answer a long story. I feel all sorts of things Bole things you've never probably felt before. Rejection, depression, anger, hatred, loneliness...these feelings build inside of me almost to the point of going over the edge. But when in that ring when I have an opponent I unleash it and begin to feel better but what respect do I receive? Absolutely nothing...I have no fans...no friends..nobody that wants to listen..instead I go on in life walking alone asking myself questions.

Bole: I see...I think. Let me ask you another question what about the $50,000 challenge on Tobey Miliken which Vernon Vanderbilt issued a few weeks back? Are you going to participate?

Axe: There is a saying Bole that money can't bring you happiness. What exactly could it do for me?

Bole: Well you could get yourself another car perhaps and a ch-

Axe: Is there something wrong with my vehicle? Do I have to own something flashy and expensive to fit in? Do you think materials will really help? You see your getting it all wrong money won't do anything it just brings false happiness...and I may not like Tobey Miliken but do I really need to beat him up just for a reward when I could do it solely on my own?

Bole: Could this be a challenge for Bruisermania?

Axe: I'll leave that up to you to decide Bole I have to go into the arena now.

(Axe walks past Bole as the Bruisertron blinks out and returns to the commentary desk of JR and King.)

JR: It sounds as if Axe is issuing a challenge against Tobey Miliken! This could be interesting King!

King: What are you talking about? I feel asleep when Axe was talking he just goes on and on...

JR: Well anyways folks we'll have to see if Axe will tell more later tonight on Bedlam!

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(Scrappy Joe Tunny is seen walking toward the arena entrance with his brother Chuck by his side. As they pass the camera, Tunny extends his hand and pushes the camera away before entering the arena.)

JR: Scrappy Joe looks like he’s in a chipper mood as usual, King. He’ll be facing Tobey Miliken later tonight.

King: You know, JR – with both of these men being generally despised by the crowd, I wonder who the crowd will cheer for?

JR: It’ll be interesting to see. I’m sure some fans would be happy to see those two beat each other to a pulp, no matter who wins!

KING: By the way, JR, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you for months now.

JR: What's that, King?

KING: Why are you and I the only ones who get to the arenas on time each week?

JR: Hmm, that's a good question! We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the arena cut out as a strobe effect begins starting up Nirvana's "Lithium" the crowd in the Kansas Coliseum begin to boo as Axe walks out trying his best to ignore the crowd as he begins his descent down to the ring wearing his usual wrestling attire and holding his kendo stick. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and goes to the far corner placing the kendo stick underneath the turnbuckle and removing his jacket before asking for a microphone.)

JR: Looks like Axe has something to say King.

King: Oh good I can take another nap! HA HA!

(Axe receives a microphone and motions for the music and the lights to come up as they do and he stands in the center of the ring while the crowd continues to insult and boo at him.)

Axe: Unfortunately not like the "Wizard Of Oz" I am in Kansas.

(The crowd gets even louder.)

Axe: I am just going to ignore you arrogant people and begin to talk about something rather important but it's not like you guys care which I am not surprised, the intelligence in this arena is very poor and down below average.

(They just continue as Axe shakes his head.)

Axe: Now if you people noticed Michael Bole was talking to me earlier and mentioned Tobey Miliken and the $50,000 challenge which has been going on. He said whether or not I was going to participate in the event...I said my piece and then stated that I could probably defeat him on my own without needing the money which sparked Bole's mind asking if I was challenging him for Bruisermania. Well I thought about while I was in the back and I decided that it sounds like a good idea!

JR: King he's challenging Tobey Miliken!

King: No I don't want to get up give me five more minutes.

Axe: So Tobey as you've been a real nuisance in this federation and a lot of people have shown there hatred towards you I decided to get a piece myself! Because to be honest your cockiness, your big head and the way you go in general just makes me sick. Therefore at Bruisermania I want to go one on one with you that is if it's okay with Bruiser. Also Bruiser if you are listening I am requesting for a special match, not your ordinary standard match. I want to place Tobey in my world or in other words my environment. I want him to get a better understanding about me...I want a street fight!

(The crowd surprisingly cheers at this idea.)

Axe: I want an all out brawl where we can go anywhere and do anything! I want to make him shed blood and receive the punishment he finally deserves! Bruiser if you can make this happen I will actually be a happy man for one day. That is of course after you have hopefully approved it that Tobey does. But I have a feeling he is so curious and so stupid that he will!

(Axe tosses the mic back and gets prepared waiting for the bell.)

JR: Well you heard it folks! Axe has challenged Tobey Miliken at Bruisermania to a street fight match! That is going to be one HELL of a slobberknocker!

King: Okay I am up what did I miss?

JR: Axe challenged Tobey Miliken to a street fight match at Bruisermania!

King: Oh nothing much then.

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
Weighing in at 217 pounds...

Steve Korino 


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Steve Korino gets a standing wristlock on Axe.
Axe inches his way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Steve Korino runs into the ropes.
Axe hits Steve Korino with a backdrop.
Axe goes for a backspin DDT, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino runs into the ropes.
Axe goes for a powerslam, but Steve Korino counters it with a sunset flip.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Steve Korino runs into the ropes.
Axe nails Steve Korino with a powerslam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Axe uses a Russian legsweep on Steve Korino.
Axe whips Steve Korino into the turnbuckle.
Axe chops Steve Korino.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.

Axe locks up with Steve Korino and manages to hook his tights and execute a vertical suplex.

JR: Nice vertical suplex by Axe who is now stomping on the stomach of Steve Korino!
Axe now has him back on his feet and throws him to the ropes Korino now returning is driven hard to the mat with a powerslam!
Axe is trying to do as much damage to the chest as he possibly can by stomping repeatedly!

King: He is stomping a mudhole JR!

JR: Axe whips Steve Korino into the corner and receiving even more kicks to the stomach!
Axe sends him to the opposite corner and OH MY! Delivers a charging shoulder block that had to knock the wind out of Korino!
Axe now giving some sharp knife hand chops to the chest of Korino!

King: WHOO! WHOO!

JR: Axe now taking Korino out from the corner and spinning him around with his back exposed Axe takes him down with a Russian legsweep!
Axe is rolling Korino over and going for a cover!
Only a one count!

King: It's way too soon to be pinning him!

JR: Axe now throwing Korino into the ropes gets reversed!
Axe ducks a clothesline and returns and hits a beautiful dropkick to Korino sending him to the outside!

Axe removes one of the mats exposing the concrete floor.

JR: This does not look good for Korino King!

King: I think we're actually starting to see the real maniac in Axe!

JR: Axe now has Korino's head hook and OH MY GAWD! He just planted him with a backspin DDT on the concrete floor!
Axe rolls back in the ring to break the count and rolls back out where he's getting Korino back to his feet and throws him right into that steel guard rail!
Axe is stomping away at Korino he's nuts King!

KIng: You didn't have to tell me that JR I knew that from the beginning!

JR: Korino has slumped to the floor and Axe is dragging his legs so he's facing the guardrail what's he going to do?
Axe has his legs and now Steve Korino has just been hotshotted into the crowd!
This is getting ridiculous and is uncalled for!
Axe is now dragging Korino over the guardrail and getting him back into the ring!

Axe goes up to the second turnbuckle and looks at the crowd.

JR: We've seen this before King!

King: Here it comes!

JR: Axe just landed an elbow drop onto Steve Korino's chest!
Axe is just destroying Korino and he doesn't seem finished as he hooks his head between his legs and hoists him into the air!
MY! What a powerbomb! Axe gets Korino back up and spins him around and hooks his arms around his stomach and sends him down with a belly to back suplex!

Axe grabs Korino's legs and opens them up kicking him in the groin!

JR: Oh come on now! That wasn't necessary!

King: Korino will be able to hit the high notes now!

JR: Axe is now sending Korino to the ropes and he's driven to the chest with a running driving kneelift!
Axe kicks him in the gut and Korino's doubled over!
Axe just executed the Loner's Landing!

King: The fat lady has sung!

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Axe!

(Axe gets his arm raised by the ref and looks down at the fallen Korino...)

(The lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and
the following words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

JR: What is he doing out here now?!

(There's a quick flash of pyro. The lights go out completely save for the
bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog
completely covering the stage and the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe
Monche kicks up. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

(There's another shot of pyro. A figure appears in the midst of the fog and
bright spot light.)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith, with
Hardcore Title draped over his right shoulder, walks out from the fog and
stands on the stage. The crowd boos loudly. Tyrone walks out on to the ramp
and looks back at the stage)

PA: For all those who thought I fell off...

I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out of the fog and joins Tyrone on the stage. They head for
the ring to the sound of the entire Kansas Coliseum crowd booing them.)

JR: It is quite clear Tyorne and Sarah are not fan favorites in the great
state of Kansas.

(They enter the ring and Tyrone immediately attacks Axe. Sarah picks Steve
Korino up by the hair and kisses him on the lips)

JR: WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!

(She follows it up by kicking his squarely in the groin, dropping him into
the fetal position. Tyrone is stomping on Axe's head repeatedly, splitting
Axe open after quite a few stomps. He then hoists Axe up in the Torture
Rack)

King: There' s only one way down from that.

JR: GANJA DROP! GANJA DROP! GANJA DROP ON AXE!!!!!!!

(Tyrone picks Axe up and places his head between his legs. He then hoists
Axe up for a powerbomb, but instead of slamming him down in the middle of
the ring. Tyrone walks over to the ropes closes to the announcer's table and
throw Axe down outside the ring.)

JR: DEAR LORD IN HEAVEN!!!!!!!! TYRONE IS ONE SICK HUMAN BEING!!!! HE COULD
HAVE SNAPPED AXE IN HALF!!!!

(Tyrone stares at JR sitting behind the announcers' table with a sick,
maniacal grin on his face. Tyrone's eyes seem to gleam with evil. He then
calls for a mic and aknowledges the crowd with a raised middle finger. The
crowd boos loudly.)

Tyrone: (Speaking slowly) Da Royal Family..... of Hardcore... has...
ARRIVED!!!!!!

(Crowd boos)

Tyrone: Now what you just witnessed was not personal between myself an'
whoever dat poor (beep) I just dropped out of existence. No no no..... ya
see, dis is a declaration to da big wigs of da BMWF. To da Stone Cold
Bruiser's an' Rock's who hide behind dem nice wood desks in plush offices in
da back. Dis is a delcaration dat me an' Rah will no longer stand for dis
bull (beep) any longer.

(Crowd boos)

JR: What is Tyrone complaining about now?

Tyrone: I am a forefather of dis federation! I am a (beep)in' veteran of dis
war we battle week in an' week (beep)in' out! I have given my blood, my
bones, my body an' my all to dis federation; I've broken my back an' my
neck LIT'R'LLY for dis federation an' ever since I've returned, I've been
stuck in match after match wit' da same scum of da roster. Elektroshock, La
Pakka, Pain, Miliken da Milkman........ Tamer..........

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: SHUDDUP!!!!!

(Crowd boos)

Tyrone: I've given four years of my life to dis federation an' what have I
gotten in return? Everyt'in' I ever got in dis fed I had to take it my d@mn
self!!!!!

(Crowd boos)

JR: Oh come on now!!!!!

Tyrone: An' dis fine woman...

(Tyrone points to Sarah who poses for the crowd, causing yet another round
of boos and the start of a "Stupid (beep)" chant)

Tyrone: AN' DIS FINE WOMAN!!! SHUDDUP YA STUPID HICKS!!!!!!

(Crowd boos)

JR: What has gotten into Tyrone as of late?

King: I think your answer would be that blonde next to him JR.

Tyrone: My beautiful gal must go against da same t'ree dames every (beep)in'
week. Don't ya know dat she's da baddest (beep)in' (beep) dat any of ya will
ever (beep)in' see?!

KING: But there's only three other stupid dames for her to go up against in the BMWF!

(The crowd boos again. Sarah grabs the mic from Tyrone. The "Stupid (beep)"
chant starts up again)

Sarah: You all listen to mamma, and you listen good and d@mn well. None of
you will ever be on my level! Do you understand me? (Crowd boos) Not any of
you. Not Judge Moody, not that psycho Aquatic and definitely not that
pre-teen piece of TRASH, Rachel Pitt!

(Sarah looks at Tyrone, who hesitates to give a reaction, but after a few
seconds nods his head in approval)

Sarah: And at Bruisermania, I'm going to strip each one of those little
skanks down to their bare nothings to prove just how much they DON'T want to
(beep) with me!

King: YAHOO!!! I can live with that!!

(Tyrone takes the mic back from Sarah)

Tyrone: An' while on da subject of BruiserMania... it seems like my lack of
any sort of male genitles opponent, dat little (beep) Billy Black got da
(beep)in' message to keep his mouth shut (beep)in' tight! Black, yer a waste
of my (beep)in' time an' a useless spot on da BMWF roster. I don't know what
da rass I was t'inkin' when I offered ya a chance to step in da ring wit'
ME!!!!! But I promise ya dis, son... at BruiserMania, I'ma make ya real
famous...... front page homiced famous! I promise!

(crowd boos)

Tyrone: Bruiser, Rock...... stop playin' da rass 'round an' start bookin' me
an' my girl in some real matches for Bedlam.... Cuz dis (beep)'s gettin'
old, real (beep)in' fast!

(Tyrone drops the mic as "Simon Says" starts up again and the crowd boos him
and Sarah. The two exit the ring as nonchalant as they walked in)

JR: Tyrone and Sarah.. The Royal Family of Hardcore indeed... They want to
cry about their booking for shows and beat up on the newer members of the
federation. That makes them so darn tough!!! Tyrone has been a hooligan from
Day 1 four years ago and is still one now! Who will put a stop to his
explosive rampage! Folks, we'll be right back!

(A black limo pulls up into the Kansas Coliseum. Mafioso and Carlos exit the
limo when Michael Bole approaches them.)

Bole: Mafioso can I have a few words with you?

Mafioso: You besides those essa?

Bole: Yeah besides those. Tonight you face La Pakka and on Live you were
defeated by Scotty Scott. Do you think Scotty will play a part in your match
tonight?

Carlos: Hold on a second Bole, I have something to say here. Scotty one yes
that's true but La Pakka is definitely no Scotty Scott. As for him getting
into our business...well that's why I go out to the ring with Mafioso.

Mafioso: Yeah Bole and Scotty says survive if I let ya well I did survive
and it wasn't cuz he let me! Scotty's just lucky that it was just business
and not personal! I'm not afraid of him..anytime he wants another go we can
go at it again!

(Mafioso and Carlos walk towards the coliseum leaving Bole behind to wait
for other people to interview)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

(Feed my Frankenstein by Alice Cooper is blasted from the arena’s speakers as green pyros go off around the stage. Witherspoon walks out from backstage wearing a black leather trench coat. He cracks his neck and looks around the arena as the crowd boos him.)

King: Look at the cut on his forehead! HA HA!

(He walks down the ramp and grabs a mic from the time keeper before sliding into the ring.)

Witherspoon: Lowedown! I got something to say to you.

*The crowd boos louder*

JR: What is he thinking?

Witherspoon: Friday night you attacked me and busted me open after my match. How predictable of you. However, I give you points for using your cast as a way of attacking. I liked that.

(Witherspoon applauds briefly)

King: Is this guy a masochist or something?

Witherspoon: You also said that we would be meeting in the ring soon. I can not wait for that day.

JR: What?

Witherspoon: I will let you choose the day, and the stipulation for this match. You see Lowedown, I am not afraid of you. I mean, how can you be afraid of someone who never freely admits that they lost because the person was better then them? How can you be afraid of someone who spits fruit punch at their opponents? How can you be afraid of someone who has moves like “Going down”?

*The crowds booing fills the stadium*

JR: This poor fool has lost it!

King: Lowedown is going to kill him! YEAH!

Witherspoon: Lowedown has one good quality though. He can make a good shirt!

(Witherspoon reaches down to open his coat)

King: YEAH! He’s gonna flash us!!

JR: Don’t be an idiot King.

(He opens his coat to reveal he is wearing a “Who the hell is Witherspoon anyways?” shirt. The crowd begins to chant “SPOON SUCKS!”, and Witherspoon grins and walks around the ring nodding.)

JR: He’s soaking up this crowd’s abuse and loving it!

Witherspoon: Well, I’m done talking. Send this stupid Jobber out so I can kick his @$$!

(Witherspoon tosses the mic to the time keeper and pulls his trench coat off and tosses out of the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea...
Weighing in at 180 pounds...

Shark Kid

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Shark Kid goes for a forearm smash, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon punches Shark Kid.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Witherspoon kicks Shark Kid.
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Witherspoon hits Shark Kid.
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Shark Kid punches Witherspoon.
Shark Kid is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Shark Kid kicks Witherspoon.
Shark Kid is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Shark Kid gets a sleeperhold on Witherspoon.
Witherspoon is inching his way towards the ropes.
Witherspoon inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 15 seconds.
Shark Kid executes a reverse neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
Shark Kid runs around like a land shark.
The crowd is really behind Shark Kid.
Shark Kid executes a reverse neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
The crowd is going crazy.
Shark Kid takes Witherspoon down with a forearm smash.
Shark Kid uses a spinning mule kick on Witherspoon.
Shark Kid goes for a facebite, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon goes for an ax kick, but Shark Kid blocks it.
Shark Kid executes a DDT on Witherspoon.
Shark Kid executes a flying dropkick on Witherspoon.
The chants for Shark Kid are deafening.
Shark Kid goes for a flying sunset flip, but Witherspoon counters it with
a choke lift.
Jack Slone warns Witherspoon to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is booing Witherspoon.
Witherspoon is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Witherspoon throws Shark Kid into the ropes

Witherspoon clotheslines Shark Kid

Witherspoon drives several kicks into Shark Kid’s Ribs

Witherspoon lifts Shark Kid to his feet

Witherspoon hits Shark Kid with a Big Boot to the face

Witherspoon applies a Boot Choke

The ref warns Witherspoon about the choke

He starts the count “1, 2, 3, 4, 5”

Witherspoon is getting under the crowds skin

Witherspoon releases the choke

Witherspoon throws Shark Kid into the turnbuckle

Witherspoon hits a Suplex from the second rope on Shark Kid

The crowd is loudly booing Witherspoon

Shark Kid struggles to his feet

Shark Kid tries to punch Witherspoon, but he ducks the blow

Witherspoon locks in Binned

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS!  SPOON SUCKS!  SPOON SUCKS!

King: Spoon sucks!  HA HA!

JR: Shark Kid tries to fight the pain.
Shark Kid submits after 13 seconds.
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Witherspoon!

(Witherspoon cracks his neck)

Witherspoon:  Whoo-a!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty Scott is sitting inside the Union locker room when Pain walks in. Pain walks up to Scotty as Scotty raises up.)

Pain: Scotty... What is the deal tonight?

Scotty: What'cha mean?

Pain: Tonight you are in the Main Event but you are teaming up with Vernon Vanderbilt and Master Z.

Scotty: I have no idea. It is almost insane the way the booking has been as of late.

Pain: But Z is your most hated...

Scotty: I know but for some odd reason we are teammates.

Pain: But..

Scotty: Enough 'bout them. I hate Z but still have to team with him. Lowedown I have respect for. Judge... I have some respect for 'coz of the multiple a$$ whoopin's I have given him and he keeps comin' back.... White Lightnin', now I hate him for a fact. So I guess that is why I am teamin' wit Z.

Pain: Explains alot.

Scotty: Yeah it does... Just wish I really knew the real reason for this.

(fade)

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

Introducing first...
At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way down to the ring. They stop as Tazan Boy stops for a beautiful blonde young lady and Rey has a raven haired beauty. They suddenly remember that they have a match tonight and rush into the ring.)

Tazan: I have been trying to figure out what is going on here.

Rey: Same here Tazan... Week after week we come out and face the greatest tag teams the BMWF has to offer.

Tazan: But tonight we have this Alter Boy and Padre.

Rey: Padre... Forgive us for what we arabout to do...

Tazan: To you that is.

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 587 pounds...
From St. Michaels Cathedral... Altar Boy Mark and Friar Fergus

(Catholic choir music plays as Altar Boy Mark, wearing his altar boy robe makes his way to the ring along with Friar Fergus. He blesses the fans as he walks to the ring. After getting into the ring, he blesses it.)

(Suddenly, the glass crashes once again. Out comes Bruiser! He is carrying the BMWF tag titles.)

KING: YAHHH! Now what does he want?

(Bruiser gets in the ring with the titles and grabs the mic. The music stops.)

BRUISER: Now, due to the fact that those two sorry little bleeps Eco-System got their @$$es deported back to Norway, I got these two nice shiny tag belts available right here. Now, since you, Team Beautiful, beat Eco-System the other day in a non-title match, I'm making this a BMWF Tag Team title match...and that's all I got ta say about that! Ring the bell! (Bruiser exits the ring as the ref calls for the bell.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Altar Boy Mark whips Tazan Boy into the ropes, but Tazan Boy reverses it.
Tazan Boy misses with an elbow.
Altar Boy Mark hits Tazan Boy with a clothesline.
Tazan Boy falls out of the ring.
Altar Boy Mark jumps onto him with a tope con hilo.

KING: A who?

JR: They're brawling inside the ring area.
Altar Boy Mark reenters the ring.
Tazan Boy rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Tazan Boy uses a Frankensteiner on Altar Boy Mark.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Tazan Boy goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Altar Boy Mark
counters it with a swinging neckbreaker.
You could hear a pin drop.
Friar Fergus enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Altar Boy Mark and Friar Fergus hit Tazan Boy with a double bodyslam.
Friar Fergus leaves the ring.
Altar Boy Mark executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Tazan Boy.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Altar Boy Mark hits a spin kick on Tazan Boy.
You could hear a pin drop.
Altar Boy Mark whips Tazan Boy into the turnbuckle.
Altar Boy Mark charges into the corner, but Tazan Boy lifts his leg.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.

JR: Alter Boy Mark goes for a hurricanrana.

King: Rey caught him mid-swing!!!!

JR: Powerbomb on Mark. I think Rey just broke his back!!!!

King: I have never seen such a vicious mean streak in Team Beautiful before!!!

JR: It loks like they are fed up with being taken lightly here in the BMWF.

King: It is their own fault. They always do what Scotty tells them.

JR: Rey makes the tag to Tazan Boy. Tazan Boy snaps the head of Alter Boy Mark forward.

King: Oh my goodness!!!

JR: Rey just kicked him in the back of the head as he fell backwards!!!!

Rey Bucanerro goes for a slap, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.
Altar Boy Mark tags out to Friar Fergus.

Tazan tags in.

JR: Friar Fergus whips Tazan Boy into the roeps. Tazan Boy counters with a variation of the cannonball but Fergus lifts Tazan over his head.

King: TAZAN BOY LANDED ON THE ROPES LIKE A CAT!!!!

JR: BULLDOG FROM THE ROPES!!!! DEAR LORD TAZAN BOY JUST DID THE MOST AMAZING MOVE EVER HERE IN THE BMWF!!!!

KING: That was the most amazing move ever? You must be kidding, JR?

JR: Friar Fergus is in trouble now.

King: Here comes Alter Boy Mark!!!

JR: Double dropkick sends Mark right back out of the ring!!! Fergus is on the mat but is trying to get up!!!!

King: Rey and Tazan are on either side of him!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!! MEXICAN STANDOFF ON FERGUS!!!!

Joe Finch counts: One, two, Altar Boy Mark doesn't make it in time... three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tazan Boy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners--and NEW BMWF Tag champions--Team Beautiful!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Couch is back in the parking lot when the big rig pulls in and "The Hollywood Hotel" arrives. Couch waits outside as Tobey Miliken and Shawn Rollins step out with a smile on their faces. Tobey is packing around a black guitar case. Couch runs over for a quick interview.)

Couch: Tobey, what is with the guitar case? Are you going to play us a song?

Tobey: (looks over at Shawn) Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Couch: I didn't know you could play music. What are you playing for us tonight?

Tobey: The Ballad of Kolic.

Couch: I don't think I have ever heard of that one.

(Shawn and Tobey both laugh)

Tobey: Don't worry you will. You will.

Shawn: Tonight Couch is going to be a HUGE NIGHT for Hollywood.

Couch: Why? What's going on in Hollywood?

Shawn: Let's just say that after tonight Prime Time and The BMWF will never be the same again. Let's go Tobey.

(The lights in the arena fade once again, darkness claiming the building. Flash flares erupt from the ring-posts. ‘Inquisition’ appears on the Bruisertron, and a deep booming voice is heard)

VOICE: If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger?

>>>

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

Led to the ring by Ravven...
At a total combined weight of 250 pounds...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine
Her partner...
From Bristol, TN... weighing in at 130 pounds...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 315 pounds...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

PA: For all those who thought I fell off...

I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of
boos.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe and has the BMWF Women's title around her waist. They enter the ring and Judge Moody raises the Women's title in the air as the crowd boos. The Executioner then hands Judge Moody the mic.)

Moody: First off, you are all perverted freaks, just like Commissioner Rock!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Our perverted commissioner is ordering me to defend my Women's title in a Whipped Cream with Chocolate Syrup Bra and Panties Hardcore Elimination match!

(The crowd cheers at the thought of this match.)

Moody: You are all perverted! I am a wrestler...not some filthy prostitute! I refuse to show my undergarments at Bruisermania, that's why I'm going to make sure I am the winner!

King: I hope she wins...I really don't want to see her granny panties! YAAH!

Moody: You other filthy tramps must be excited about this. This is right up your alley, isn't it Rachel Pitt? Rolling on the ground and filthy! Sounds just like you! But I'm sure Bruisermania won't be a problem, you girls may be better at being dirty than me, but I am hands down the better wrestler! At Bruisermania I will walk out the Women's Champion and there's nothing you can do about it!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: As far as tonight goes, I'm going to show you all a little preview of Bruisermania when I walk out the victor! Sarah...you just better hold up your end of the team or else you will be sorry! Oh, and if you idiots don't agree with me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her partner and opponents.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Rachel Pitt hits a snap suplex on Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Judge Moody misses with a clothesline.
Rachel Pitt misses with a clothesline.
Judge Moody almost takes Rachel Pitt's head off with a clothesline
Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt nails Judge Moody with a huricanrana.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Rachel Pitt rolls out under the bottom rope.
The Executioner comes from behind, but Rachel Pitt nails The Executioner.
Judge Moody goes for a DDT, but Rachel Pitt counters it with a backdrop.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Rachel Pitt gets back into the ring.
Judge Moody rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Rachel Pitt raises her fist into the air.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt hits the Swinging DDT on Judge Moody.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt goes for the Swinging DDT, but Judge Moody counters it with
a Northern Lights suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Judge Moody goes for a vertical suplex, but Rachel Pitt reverses it.
Judge Moody re-reverses it.
Judge Moody punches Rachel Pitt.
Judge Moody kicks Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt kicks Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt chops Judge Moody.
Judge Moody kicks Rachel Pitt.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody kicks Rachel Pitt.
Judge Moody tags out to Sarah Lyn.
Judge Moody executes a huricanrana on Rachel Pitt.
Sarah Lyn hits Rachel Pitt with top-rope legdrop.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Sarah Lyn throws Rachel Pitt out of the ring.
Sarah Lyn goes through the ropes.
Sarah Lyn knocks Rachel Pitt into the ringpost.
Sarah Lyn is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Sarah Lyn goes for a DDT, but Rachel Pitt counters it with a backdrop.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Rachel Pitt nails Sarah Lyn with a flying headbutt.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
Rachel Pitt executes the Kiss of Death on Sarah Lyn on the concrete floor.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Sarah Lyn counters it with
a punch.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
Sarah Lyn climbs back into the ring.
Rachel Pitt rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Sarah Lyn hoists Rachel Pitt high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Rachel Pitt crashing hard to the mat.
Sarah Lyn kicks Rachel Pitt.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Sarah Lyn kicks Rachel Pitt.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Rachel Pitt chops Sarah Lyn.
Rachel Pitt chops Sarah Lyn.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt tags out to Francine.
Judge Moody enters the ring and lays out Rachel Pitt.
Sarah Lyn and Judge Moody hit Francine with a double vertical suplex.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Sarah Lyn goes for tilt-a-whirl-pile driver, but Francine blocks it.
Francine executes a hair pull on Sarah Lyn.
Francine hits Sarah Lyn with a hair pull.
Francine shows her butt cheeks.
Francine is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Francine executes a low blow on Sarah Lyn.
Francine takes Sarah Lyn down with a low blow.
Francine executes a low blow on Sarah Lyn.
Francine hits Sarah Lyn with a series of slaps.
Francine takes Sarah Lyn down with a bulldog.
Francine goes for a bulldog, but Sarah Lyn counters it with a back suplex.
Sarah Lyn is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Sarah Lyn uses a DDT on Francine.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Sarah Lyn.
Sarah Lyn goes for a thrust to the throat, but Francine blocks it.
Francine takes Sarah Lyn down with a bulldog.
Francine chops Sarah Lyn.
Francine seemingly enjoys the boos.
Sarah Lyn kicks Francine.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Sarah Lyn.
Sarah Lyn kicks Francine.
Sarah Lyn hits Francine.
Sarah Lyn is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Judge Moody enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rachel Pitt enters the ring and lays out Judge Moody.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.
Francine and Rachel Pitt whip Sarah Lyn into the ropes.
They hit Sarah Lyn with a double fist to the midsection.
Rachel Pitt leaves the ring.
Francine throws Sarah Lyn out of the ring.
Francine goes through the ropes.
Francine whips Sarah Lyn into the guardrail.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Francine goes for a punch, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Sarah Lyn shoves Francine into the guardrail.
Sarah Lyn goes for a reverse underhook DDT, but Francine blocks it.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Ravven comes from behind, but Sarah Lyn nails Ravven.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
Francine takes Sarah Lyn down with a monkey flip.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
Francine shoves Sarah Lyn into the guardrail.
Francine nails Sarah Lyn with a monkey flip.
Earl Hepner counts: 6.
Ravven comes from behind, but Sarah Lyn nails Ravven.
Ravven comes from behind and distracts Sarah Lyn.
Francine throws Sarah Lyn into the guardrail.
Francine uses a facerake on Sarah Lyn.
Francine shows her butt cheeks.
Francine is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Rachel Pitt comes over to make it two-on-one.
Ravven comes from behind, but Sarah Lyn nails Ravven.
Earl Hepner counts: 7.
Francine hits Sarah Lyn with a bulldog.
Earl Hepner counts: 8.
Rachel Pitt comes over to make it two-on-one.
Francine goes for a kick to the midsection, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Earl Hepner counts: 9.
Sarah Lyn uses a DDT on Francine.
Sarah Lyn shoves Francine into the guardrail.
Sarah Lyn reenters the ring.
Francine climbs back into the ring.
Sarah Lyn covers Francine.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Sarah Lyn tags out to Judge Moody.
Rachel Pitt enters the ring and lays out Sarah Lyn.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rachel Pitt.
Francine and Rachel Pitt whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Judge Moody with a double kick to the midsection, but she
counters it with a double clothesline.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Judge Moody.
Rachel Pitt enters the ring and throws Sarah Lyn out of the ring.
Francine and Rachel Pitt whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double elbowsmash.
Rachel Pitt leaves the ring.
Francine executes a bulldog on Judge Moody.
Francine tags out to Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Rachel Pitt begs off.
Judge Moody hits a DDT on Rachel Pitt.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Quite a few boos are audible.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Sarah Lyn and Judge Moody!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene cuts to Scrappy Joe Tunny’s locker room, where Tunny seems to be in a fury.)
Chuck: That’s right, Joey! He called ya ugly! That sonofa *bleep* called you ugly!

(Tunny kicks the wall hard, breaking through the plaster.)

Tunny: I’ll kill him! Tobey’s a dead man!!!

Chuck: There’s more! He called our mother a loser and a *bleep*!

Tunny: What? (He kicks again, making another hole.) Nobody says that ‘bout my mother an’ lives!!!

JR: Hey, Tobey never said anything about Joe Tunny’s mother! Chuck’s lying!

King: I guess he’s doing what he can to get his brother riled up.

(Tunny picks up a dumbbell lying on the floor.)

Tunny: Ya see this? This is what I’m gonna do to Tobey’s *bleep*in’ head!

(Tunny throws the weight as hard as he can at a mirror on the wall, shattering it into small pieces on the ground.)

Tunny: YAAAAARGGGHHH!!!

(Chuck Tunny looks down at the broken glass and smiles slowly. He then looks over at the camera.)

Chuck: Turn that thing off. We’ve got one more thing to do before going out there!

>>> 

(Tobey and Shawn are in the locker room area when Bole runs over to speak to Tobey.)

Bole: Tobey this week I was doing some study into your background and I found out something very interesting about you.

Tobey: Really? What was it?

Bole: Is it true that you used to be on the rifle team in college at Florida State?

(Tobey looks at Shawn and they two grin)

Tobey: Yeah, I was on the rifle team. I was the best. At one time I was ranked number one in the nation. When I went to The National Guard in Florida I was the best with a sniper rifle.

Bole: Why did you go to Florida State? Did they have a great rifle program?

Tobey: Not really. The reason I went to Florida State is because my hero went to school there?

Bole: And who was that?

Tobey: Burt Reynolds. Now if you will excuse me I have to get ready for my match.

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up to show aerial views of the crowd as you see all the different signs throughout the crowd. As it comes to the section where Lowedown is seated, all you see if Flame munching away on popcorn and waving to the fans. The Bruisertron continues to show portions of the crowd as it then comes back to J.R and the King...)

King:Hang on a second! Where did Lowedown run off to?

JR:I'm thinking either he had to get with the rest of the bWo and plan out a strategy or he had to use the bathroom.

King:Hang on a second J.R! Someone's calling me on my phone here!

JR:You have a phone stashed under the desk?

King:I tried to get a secretary, but you know how the FCC would disapprove of that scenario! HAHAHA! Hang on a second!

(The King puts the call on speakerphone...)

Slim:This is Slim King! Lowedown is attacking Witherspoon again! He's gone ballistic!

JR:Are you sure?

Slim:I'm standing behind a stack of BMWF storage crates and I'm looking right at him! Lowedown just nailed Witherspoon with a balled up fist! Lowedown dropped Witherspoon like a sack of bricks! Can you see it on the Bruisertron yet?

(The Bruisertron begins to flicker as the picture shows Lowedown stomping down on the back on Witherspoon's neck with reckless force. Lowedown picks up Witherspoon and hoists him high in the air and tries to keep him steady with the cast on his arm. Lowedown then suddenly launches Witherspoon right into the concrete wall. Witherspoon's body bounces off the wall like a rubber ball as Lowedown looks down with a smile on his face. Lowedown places his boot on the throat of Witherspoon and leans down as the breath is slowly escaping from his mouth...)

Lowedown:You probably think I'm being a lil' harsh on you huh? Maybe I'm taking this a bit over the top? Well, it's not the fact that I don't like you because I think you have potential here. The only real problem is that I think you...owe me...an apology. You stick your nose in my business and when you finally realize that you are way, way, way, way, way out of your league, you don't have the common courtesy to admit you are wrong? This is something you need to learn when you step into the future...

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!

...World Heavyweight champion ya melee mouth sonofableep! You think about that the next time you think about BLEEPING off the man who has his foot on your throat! Think about it!

(Lowedown finally releases his boot off the throat of Witherspoon as he puts his cowboy hat back on and walks off...)

JR:What does Lowedown have against Witherspoon?

King:He doesn't like people sticking their nose in his business like he mentioned earlier! Witherspoon doesn't respect the Lowedown and anyone who doesn't respect the Lowedown gets Downlowed!

JR:I don't know how far Lowedown will go to prove his point! Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
From Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers. A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke. As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke with his brother Chuck following behind him.)

JR: Uh oh, Tunny looks irate! I think Chuck did a good job getting him worked up for this match.

King: Wait a minute – what’s that in Chuck’s hand? He’s holding some sort of sack.

JR: I don’t know, King. It looks like he’s got a sack full of something. Tunny’s asking for a mic. Maybe they’ll tell us.

(Tunny grabs the proffered microphone as Chuck joins him in the ring, holding a brown sack in his right hand. The music is cut.)

Tunny: Tobey, ya Hollywood wannabe!

(The crowd has a mixed reaction – some cheering the put-down on Tobey, some booing Tobey and/or Tunny, others standing with a blank look on their faces, not knowing how to react to a match between two heels.)

Tunny: Come on out here an’ get what’s comin’ to ya! An’ to the boys in the back…stay outta this! You can have yer fun later – this is MY turn!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
Hailing from Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.

JR: Tunny traps Miliken in the corner, and starts hitting him with vicious shots to the face. Tunny climbs to the second rope, but Miliken slides down and out of the ring!

King: This is really Miliken’s only chance. He has to use his speed and agility to overcome Scrappy Joe’s brute force.

JR: Tunny jumps out of the ring and starts to chase Miliken around the outside. Chuck Tunny threatens Milliken with that sack, and Miliken slides back into the ring. Tunny jumps up onto the ring apron, and is met with a punch to the side of the head. But he doesn’t seem to have felt it! Now Tunny grabs Miliken by the head and jumps back down to the floor, sending Miliken throat first into the top rope!

King: What did I tell you? Miliken doesn’t stand a chance if he tries to match Tunny’s brutality!

JR: Tunny slides into the ring and picks up Miliken. He whips him into the corner and follows up with a running forearm smash! Miliken is slouched in the corner, and Tunny starts to choke him with his foot. The ref administers the count, and Tunny releases at four. He picks up Miliken again, and hits him with a back breaker! Tunny goes for the pin…

King: Tunny has his legs on the second rope to increase his leverage! One, two…but the ref sees his legs and stops the count!

JR: Joe Tunny nails Tobey Miliken with the Running Forearm Smash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny goes for a left jab, but Tobey Miliken side-steps and Joe Tunny
only hits air.
Tobey Miliken hits Joe Tunny with a falling headbutt.
Tobey Miliken hits a flying cross bodypress on Joe Tunny.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Joe Tunny with a falling headbutt.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken takes Joe Tunny down with a rabbit punch.

KING: Why would anybody want to punch a poor wittle bunny wabbit?

JR: Tobey Miliken nails Joe Tunny with a flying cross bodypress.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken nails Joe Tunny with a falling headbutt.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken whips Joe Tunny into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken misses with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken hits Joe Tunny with a shoulderblock.
Tobey Miliken throws Joe Tunny out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, Joe Tunny reenters the ring.

JR: Miliken sends Tunny into the ropes, and hits him with a flying crossbody! He goes for the pin! One two…but Tunny pushes Miliken off !

King: Wow! Tunny tossed off Miliken like he was nothing but an old rag!

JR: Love him or hate him, you have to admit – Tunny doesn’t tire out very easily! Miliken and Tunny both get up. Tunny takes a swing, but Miliken ducks! Another swing, again Miliken ducks! Another…no! Tunny faked a swing, but instead kicked Miliken in the gut as he was ducking! Tunny executes a jaw breaker on Miliken, sending him down to the mat! He now picks him up, and whips him into the ropes. Tunny with a dropkick on Miliken, sending Miliken rolling out under the ropes!

King: He fell right at Chuck Tunny’s feet! Chuck is still holding onto that sack, but just gives Miliken a kick before walking away.

JR: Tunny to the outside. He picks up Miliken and sends him right into the guard rail! He now sets Miliken up for a suplex…but drops him split-legged onto the top of the rail!

King: YAAAAH!!!

JR: Miliken is obviously in a lot of pain as he falls over and drops to the floor. Tunny slips back into the ring to stop the count, then back out to Miliken. He takes Miliken in a headlock and starts running toward the corner post. He releases at the last moment, sending Miliken head first into the post! Tunny sends Miliken back into the ring and follows in behind him.

Tobey Miliken chops Joe Tunny.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken kicks Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny hits Tobey Miliken.
A portion of the crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny kicks Tobey Miliken.
Joe Tunny uses a jawbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Joe Tunny covers Tobey Miliken.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
A portion of the crowd is cheering Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny hits a series of punches on Tobey Miliken.
A portion of the crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny uses a jawbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Joe Tunny is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Tunny has Miliken in the corner. He hits shoulders to Miliken’s midsection as the ref begins to count. Tunny stops and whips Miliken across…no! He sends Miliken back into the corner chest first! As Miliken stumbles back, Tunny grabs him and executes a belly-to-back suplex!

King: Miliken is fading. Tunny should pin him right here!

JR: Whether he should or not, he’ not doing it! Instead, he stands Miliken up and picks him up from the armpits so that Miliken is lying with his back on Tunny’s. What is this? Tunny starts running toward the ropes…and tosses Miliken head first to the outside! What was that?

King: Whatever that was, it made Miliken fall neck first onto the floor from way up high! That was extremely dangerous!

JR: Chuck Tunny is up on the apron! The ref is telling him to get down! Now the ref is physically keeping Chuck from entering the ring! I think Chuck is pointing something out to Scrappy Joe behind the ref’s back!

King: It’s that brown sack! Chuck left it lying on the ring steps!

JR: Tunny grabs the sack as he exits the ring. Shawn Rollins comes at him, but gets hit with a kick to the face! Now Tunny picks up Miliken and kicks him below the belt! Miliken is bent over in pain, and Tunny is cocking back that sack! Tunny smashes Miliken across the face…and the sack rips open, sending shards of glass flying everywhere!

King: Oh my lord! Tunny just hit Miliken with a sack full of the broken glass from his locker room mirror! Miliken is bleeding profusely from his face and head!

JR: Tunny sends Miliken back into the ring as Chuck jumps down from the apron. The ref turns around, but doesn’t know what to make of Miliken’s bloody face! Tunny sends Miliken sprawling onto the mat, and locks in the Pain Central!

Tobey Miliken is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tobey Miliken is inching his way towards the ropes.
Tobey Miliken tries to fight the pain.
Tobey Miliken submits after 15 seconds.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Joe Tunny.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Joe Tunny!

That’s it! The ref barely waits for Miliken to tap out before calling the match! Tunny wins! We need some medical attention out here right away!

(Tunny slides out the ring as paramedics arrive and he and Chuck walk backwards up the ramp smiling as Tunny wipes some of Miliken’s blood off his arms.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kolic arrives at the Kansas Coliseum in his black Accord. He steps out of
his car with a look of confusion.)

Kolic: This is Kansas? Huh, I expected a wooden arena with wheat fields all
around. (Crowd boos) Oh, hey Kate.

Kate: You’re late.

Kolic: Late for what? My match isn’t for another hour.

Kate: We agreed to meet 5 minutes ago.

Kolic: I couldn’t help it, some toothless hick gave me horrible directions.
Last time I trust anyone from Kansas. What’s up?

Kate: Miliken has already arrived, he doesn’t seem fazed by our attack last
week.

Kolic: Then he is even dumber than I thought, which would put him at about a
50 IQ. That will keep dropping if he continues to bother me. I hope he got
the message on Live when I countered his pitiful attack.

Kate: That was a stroke of genius to have walkie talkies in case he tried to
attack.

Kolic: Of course, that’s how I makes my livin’. Let’s go inside, I need to
train for my match.

(Kolic and Kate walk into the arena)

JR: It will be Kolic and Ultimate Guerrero later tonight!

King: I can’t wait to see what happens to Miliken this week!

JR: Oh, come on King! That poor guy’s being physically and psychologically
abused for a $50,000 bounty!

King: You make it sound like a bad thing!

JR: We’ll be right back!