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

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

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down the ramp. The Judge is wearing a black bWo shirt and is holding his gavel in his hand. They enter the ring and The Judge taunts the crowd with his gavel as the crowd boos. The Executioner grabs a mic and hands it to The Judge.)

Judge: Wichita Kansas...you've got to be kidding me!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: Dorothy and her little dog Toto might have wanted to come back to Kansas, but I can't wait to leave this hellhole!

JR: The Judge is getting under this crowd's skin already!

Judge: But tonight isn't about you Wichita ingrates, it's about me, the greatest wrestler ever to grace a BMWF ring. And tonight I'm out here for a couple of reasons! First off I must address that Prime Time idiot Tamer!

(The crowd cheers for Tamer.)

Judge: Tamer, last week on Bedlam you found it necessary to interfere in my match with Vernon Vanderbilt, which I still won by the way. However you tried to cost me the match, and that doesn't run well by me. Tamer, you will be served justice, but I'm going to wait until later tonight to sentence you your punishment!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: Secondly, tonight the most-talented stable in BMWF history, the bWo, goes up against the team of Master Z, Vernon Vanderbilt, and Scotty Scott!

(The crowd cheers for Vanderbilt and Scott.)

Judge: Give me a break! This match might as well have the bWo blindfolded, because that's the only way those idiots have a chance of winning! Just like last week on Live when no one thought I was going to be able to beat the Grand Slam winner Dreadnaught, I will prove them wrong by pinning the World Champion here tonight! That's right! I'm gunning for Master Z and I'm putting him on notice! The Judge is the #2 contender for the World title behind LoweDown and if he intends on retaining at Bruisermania, he better be ready for me!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: So tonight you Wichitans are in for a treat, you are all going to get to see The Judge pin Master Z in the center of the ring and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The bWo theme hits as The Judge and The Executioner exit the ring. They head to the back, taunting the crowd, as the crowd boos.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson begins to play as La Pakka makes his way down to the ring. He stops and dances with a child on his way to the ring. Once inside the ring, La Pakka dances as the crowd begins to cheer loudly.)

Pakka: Mafioso, you have long been a thorn in just about everyone's side. You think that you are so great. I don't understand you essa. You think all these botto locos care about you? They could care less about you doing anything. They enjoy me alot more. They look forward to what I do every week. You... Ah... They get bored. You claim to a luchadore. But you have never really shown the world anything. After tonight, you will understand what it is like to be in the ring with a true luchadore.

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

Mafioso

(Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm begins to play over the PA system as the words
ABOVE THE LAW scroll across the Bruisertron. Mafioso slowly walks out
wearing white Lugz with a black stripe,black sweat pants with white stripes,
and no shirt followed by his manager Carlos. Carlos walks to the ring post
on the outside as Mafioso slides into the ring and signals for a mic)

Mafioso: La Pakka I don't like to beat on my own people but it's business
and I'm here each and every week to take care of business! Besides you aint
like me are you? You's a punk mother###### essa! Your home boy Scotty beat
me on Live but that doesn't mean you'll have the same results. Not at all.
Come out here so I can prove it

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits La Pakka with a clothesline.
Mafioso nails La Pakka with a T-Bone Suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: La Pakka has been having a little fun with Mafioso so far but has not really shown off yet.

King: I hope he doesn't.

JR: La Pakka whips Mafioso into the corner. Mafioso leaps on the second turnbuckle. La Pakka charges in.

King: He didn't stop?

JR: Mafioso goes for a swinging head scissors... La Pakka turned it into a sitout powerbomb!!!!

La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Mafioso with a kick.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is cheering on La Pakka.
La Pakka hits a flying spinning leg lariat on Mafioso.
La Pakka takes Mafioso down with a bodyslam.
La Pakka goes for a slap, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso hits La Pakka.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Mafioso and a few others cheering him.
Mafioso punches La Pakka.
A few fans are booing Mafioso, while a few others are cheering him.
Mafioso hits a piledriver on La Pakka.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Mafioso and a few others cheering him.
La Pakka takes the Chair and uses it on him.
The crowd is starting to get behind La Pakka.
He goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
La Pakka nails Mafioso with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
A small "La Pakka" chant is being started.

JR: La Pakka is going up top.

King: Typical luchadore.

JR: FLYING BODYBLOCK!!!!

Mafioso counters with s side-step.
Mafioso hits La Pakka with a kick.
Mafioso gives the sign for the Hit 'Em Up.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on La Pakka.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Mafioso and a few others cheering him.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Mafioso, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

>>>

(Slim Jim Sullivan is standing backstage with Truck,
who does not look at all pleased.)

Slim Jim: Truck, tonight you face William Black once
more. You scored the DQ win at Live. Do you think
you'll be able to get the pin or submission tonight?

Truck: You damn well better b'lieve I's gonna get it!
This is a brand spankin' new Truck y'all are seein',
an' I'm fixin' t'let ev'rybody know that I ain't
takin' no crap, and I ain't takin' no prisoners! In
case y'all ain't noticed, right now I'm the number
eight contender to the damn world title! I figure
it's about time I start showin' people why that is!
I'm tired of beatin' up luchadores and low-carders!
If I gotta start pickin' on the new guys, then
whatever. I'll tear anyone limb from limb that I has
to in order to make sure I gets the respect I deserve.
This has done gone beyond bein' a job, Jim.it's a
mission.

Slim Jim: So it appears that there's been some
tension lately concerning your place in the BMWF.

Truck: Y'damn right!

Slim Jim: Why do you think you've been consistently
relegated to facing luchadores and low carders?

Truck: Why? I'm gon' tell you why, Jim. It's cuz
alla these low life, yella bellied, scum sucking
whistlepigs 'round here is scared o' the Truck! They
know, once the Machine from the Bayou sets sights
you, yur life ain't never gonna be the same. William
Black? He done woke up a sleepin' giant far as I's
concerned.

Slim Jim: Alright, that's about all the time we have
now.

Truck: Shut yo' mouth! Th' interview ain't over 'til
I say so, got it?

Slim Jim: Got it.

Truck: Good.

(Truck crosses his arms and stares menacingly at the
camera.)

Truck: Black.tonight is mine! BOOM BOOM!

(Truck glares at Slim Jim.)

Truck: NOW tha interview is over!

(Truck stomps away.)

Slim Jim: It appears that the once benevolent Truck
has had a fire lit under him. Will William Black get
caught in the blaze, or will he snuff the match? Stay
tuned, folks! Truck vs. William Black, coming up
next!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

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

Truck

P.A.: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play, Truck emerges from
backstage, followed by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde.
Truck is scowling, and doesn't raise his fist to the
crowd as usual. He just walks slowly and steadily to
the ring, his face a mask of concentration. He enters
the ring and heads directly to his corner, awaiting
the start of the match.)

*DING DING*

JR: Black ducks a punch after receiving a series of hard right hands from Truck. William Black drops to a knee and doubles Truck over with a hard hit to the mid section. William Black arrogantly sizes Truck up and floors him with a hard left hand.

(William Black shuffles off to the side of the ring shaking his hand.)

JR: William Black hits Truck.
William Black hits Truck.
Truck kicks William Black.
Truck hits William Black.
William Black chops Truck.
William Black has the crowd going wild.
William Black executes a gutwrench suplex on Truck.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black executes a DDT on Truck.
The crowd is going crazy.
William Black goes for neckbreaker, but Truck blocks it.
Truck runs into the ropes.
William Black nails Truck with a spinebuster slam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hoists Truck high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Truck crashing hard to the mat.
William Black goes for an eye gouge, but Truck blocks it.
Truck whips William Black into the ropes.
Truck hits William Black with a Samoan Drop.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Truck.
Truck executes a spinebuster on William Black.
Truck whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black misses with a kick.
William Black misses with a kick.
Truck hits William Black with a backdrop.

JR: Truck slings Black into the corner with authority. Truck charges in with a huge body splash -- but William Black pulled himself out of the corner. William Black slams Truck's face into the top turnbuckle, and again! And Again! The fans are counting along!

FANS: 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

King: Hey, he didn't do 11 this time!

JR: Truck dizzily staggers out of the corner. William Black bounces off the ropes, and delivers Truck to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Black goes for the cover. 1! 2! Shoulder up.

William Black whips Truck into the ropes.
William Black goes for a bodyslam, but Truck counters it with an elbowsmash.
Truck goes for a powerslam, but William Black counters it with a lariat.

JR: William Black slows things down with a side headlock on Truck. Truck powers out by throwing Black into the ropes. Black off the ropes. He ducks a heavy clothesline and slides outside of the ring and taunts a member of the crowd.

(Truck manages to grab hold of Black and tries pulling him inside of the ring)

King: He look! A thumb to the eyes from Black,
Jr: Yes, Black with a cheap thumb to the eyes blinds Truck. Black drops Truck across the top rope after grabbing him by the head and falling from the ring apron to the floor. William Black slides back inside the ring. He's sizing Truck up! BLACKLOCK!

(Truck scrambles around for about 10 seconds, and eventually falls limp in the middle of the
ring. The referee grabs Truck's arm and raises it into the air. It falls all the way down. The
referee looks out to the crowd and counts along with them...)

FANS: ONE!

(The referee raises Truck's arm a second time, and yet again it falls.)

FANS: TWO!

(The referee raises Truck's arm for the third and final time. William Black wrenches the hold
once more before the referee lets go.)

King: It would be poetic if Truck lost to the Blacklock again!

(Truck's hand falls as soon as the Referee lets go but stops just before bottoming out. Truck's body starts to shake as he comes to life.)

Jr: Truck's still got some fuel left in his tank. He scores with a weak punch, and another, and another, and William Black is loosening the hold. One more punch from Truck and William Black is forced to let go of the hold. Truck has Black up on his shoulders. Gorilla Press!

(Truck presses Black three times up into the air before dropping him to the mat.)

Jr: Look at the look on Black's face! I don't think he expected that! Black slides into a
corner. Truck follows him in with a series of punches, and then an Irish Whip into the opposite corner. Black hits hard and slumps to the ground. Truck is stalking William Black.

(Black begs Truck off and then points at the referee. Truck pauses only a second to look before Black dives forward and hits with a low blow!)

Jr: A Low Blow! How unfair!

JR: William Black hits Truck.
William Black punches Truck.
Truck kicks William Black.
Truck seemingly enjoys the boos.
Truck chops William Black.
Truck seemingly enjoys the boos.
William Black chops Truck.
Truck chops William Black.
Truck seemingly enjoys the boos.
William Black hits Truck.
The crowd is going crazy.

JR: Bodyslam from William Black and Truck is down on the mat. Black picks Truck up and hits him with a second body slam. William Black helps Truck to his feet, and then pushes him into the ropes. Black with a quick arm drag takes Truck down in the middle of the ring. Black hooks in a side armlock and brings Truck to his feet again. Black with a slow arm wrech and then an elbow puts Truck on a knee. Black with another elbow to the shoulder on Truck, and then he hooks him up for a verticle suplex.

(William Black puts Truck on the mat with a verticle suplex, but keeps things slow with another armlock.)

JR: What do you think about William Black's strategy here tonight, King?
King: I don't think I want to be Tyrone Smith at Bruisermania. Well, if I had to face William
Black right now, I probably would want to be Tyrone, but I definitely don't want to be Truck.
Right now he's just being viciously torn apart.

(William Black brings Truck up to his feet again, then kicks him twice in the ribs.)

JR: DDT by William Black and Truck is seeing stars. Black takes his time in going for the cover though. ONE! TWO! And Truck just barely gets the shoulder up. Black immediately goes for the cover again with a lateral press. ONE! TWO! And again Truck just manages to get the shoulder up.

Truck punches William Black.
Truck seemingly enjoys the boos.
Truck nails William Black with haymaker.
Truck goes for a powerslam, but William Black counters it with a lariat.
William Black goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Truck counters it with a backdrop
.
Truck takes William Black down with head pound on mat.
Truck nails William Black with a spinebuster.

JR: Truck with an Irish Whip! No! Black reverses. Truck squashes the referee in the corner.
Truck comes out of the corner and into a BAAAAAAAAACK body drop. Truck is slow getting up.

(William Black uses the ropes to drag himself up, while Truck also climbs to his feet, but is
much slower doing so. Truck turns around, almost in a daze...)

Jr: Truck just walked right into a SPINEBUSTER! Wow! That shook the whole ring. Black hooks the leg, but the referee is still out.

(William Black stops after a second or two, realizing that the referee is still out. He gets up
quickly, and then slides outside of the ring, and grabs a baseball bat from under the ring.
Black slides back inside the ring and holds the baseball bat in the air. He waits in the corner for Truck to get up...)

JR: No, he can't do this! Truck hasn't even seen him! No! William Black comes charging out of the corner with the baseball bat but Truck ducks. Truck grabs the bat after a kick to the gut doubles Black over! Truck smashes Black over the head, shattering the baseball bat into pieces! The referee is stirring. Truck goes for the cover.... ONE! TWO! --

JR: The referee has stopped counting. He's seen the broken part of the baseball bat.

(The referee starts waving his hands and goes over to the time keeper. Truck stands up and looks confused. William Black is still unconscience. After a moment...)

*DING DING*

LILLY: Due to the use of a foreign object, the Referee has ruled that the winner of this match by Disqualification is WILLIAM BLACK!

(The referee goes over and raises William Black's hand, just as he starts getting up, leaving
Truck looking furious.)

>>>

(Cameras go live outside of the Kansas Coliseum to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena when a speeding truck blows right by him. The truck parks a few feet away and out walks Big Kev.)

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare throughout the arena as White Lightning steps out onto the stage with the TV Title over his shoulder. White Lightning stops to pose at the top of the ramp, before walking to the ring area and trash talking a few fans on the way. White Lightning grabs a mic and then enters the ring.)

White Lightning: Wichita, Kansas…

(White Lightning pauses and looks into the crowd)

White Lightning: …YOU SUCK!!

(Crowd Boos Loudly)

White Lightning: Tonight, each and every one of you is treated to a spectacular event. Tonight you will see the most dominate force in the BMWF team up. That's right, the bWo will be beating the living hell out of Master Suck, Vernon Vanderbilt, and the former Legend Scotty Scott. Let me start off with Master Suck. This man has felt on more than one occasion the wrath of the bWo. Z, You Suck! You may think you're the baddest man in the BMWF, but what you are not is a legend. And I know you're watching in the back, and right now you are looking at the New Legend of the BMWF! Your time at the top is running out. It's only a matter of time before I just pass you by.

(Some Cheers and Some boos from the crowd.)

White Lightning: Now Vernon Vanderbilt, the biggest freak show in the BMWF. Vern, I challenged you last week to a match for Bruisermania. TV Title Vs. IC Title, and I expect that at some point your pansy @$$ will give me an answer. Considering how you have been ducking me ever since I stepped foot in the BMWF, I don't expect you to accept. If you don't accept, don't just think I will fade away. NO, I will beat the BLEEP out of you, week after week until…. I END YOUR CAREER!!

(Crowd Boos)

White Lightning: Now, to the final member of Team Suck, Scotty Suck! Scotty, I don't think I have anything to say for you. I already stole your reputation from you, and our paths keep crossing, I might just steal your career! Scotty, you better than anyone else in this match knows what it feels like to get beat by the Legend White Lightning. Scotty, you has-been, I think I have proved it already that you just plain…SUCK!

(White Lightning is about to throw down the mic, but stops.)

White Lightning: Tonight, is the night of the bWo, and that is just…. TOOOOO …SWEEEEEEET!!

(White Lightning throws down the mic and exits to the back as Rough Ryder's Anthem is blaring throughout the arena.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Latino Heat

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain begins to walk down to the ring. He looks into the ring before stepping over the ropes. Once he is in the ring, he walks to the center of the ring. He raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out of the corners.)

Pain: Heat... you claim to be able to bring a fire to the ring. I hate fire... Reminds me of my past.... Heat... You will find out why they call me the big Dead Machine... Tonight!!!!

JR: Pain is not waitting for the bell!!!

King: This is bad for Heat!!!!

JR: Pain has Latino Heat by the throat!!!!

King: He just threw Heat across the ring!!!!!

JR: Latino Heat is on the top rope.

King: This might be the end of Pain!!!!

JR: Pain caught Heat by the throat!!!! CHOKESLAM!!!!

Pain goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.

*DING DING*

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Asylum walking down a hallway. Michael
Bole runs up to Asylum with a mic.)

Bole: Asylum, can I get a comment on your return?

Asylum: Yeah. I came back to destroy Eco-System and end their career. I
scared them enough last Bedlam they ran away. Mission accomplished. Anything
else?

Bole: What are your plans now that your back?

Asylum: Destroy anyone who gets in my way of rising back to where i was in
this company and higher. I plan to plow through all the trash in this
federation to prove I'm the diamond among the rough.

Bole: Since Eco-System ducking out has now left and the tag titles are
vacant do you plan to chase after the tag titles?

Asylum: Simply put No. I cam to destroy Eco-System, not to win those titles.

Bole: Is there any title you plan to go after?

Asylum: I plan to go after which ever title being held by someone I don't
find to be worthy of holding such title they have procurred.

Bole: Isn't that a bit Judgemental?

Asylum: Yes, it is. But the question is why hasn't anyone been so
judgemental before.

Bole: Well what are you going to do about Bruisermanai for an opponent now?

Asylum: Whoever accepts my challenge gets the SENTENCE! of facing me at
Bruisermania. And Bole well I have to go pass sentence on my opponent.

(Asylum walks off as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Ryushi Fujita

LILLY: His opponent...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

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

CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and black boots)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Ezekiel hits a drop toehold on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat disappointed of his opponent.
The crowd is really behind Ezekiel.
Ezekiel takes Ryushi Fujita down with a kick to the thigh.
Ezekiel nails Ryushi Fujita with a bulldog.
The crowd is really behind Ezekiel.
Ezekiel uses a drop toehold on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel gets a rear naked choke on Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ryushi Fujita manages to grab the ropes after 9 seconds.

JR: Ezekiel and Ryushi Fujita going at it in the ring, shoulder block by Ezekiel sends Ryushi Fujita to the canvas. A quick nip-up from Ryushi Fujita, then two men circling each other, they lock up armbar takedown by Ezekiel into a guillotine choke. Ryushi Fujita contorts his body to escape, both men back on their feet.

KING: I could’ve have done all that.

JR: Ezekiel executes a drop toehold on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel goes for a kick to the thigh, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with
a dragon screw.
In turn, Ezekiel counters it with an enzuigiri.
Ezekiel uses a bulldog on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel misses with a clothesline.
Ezekiel hits Ryushi Fujita with an elbow.
Ezekiel gets a guillotine choke on Ryushi Fujita.
Ryushi Fujita is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ryushi Fujita tries to escape the hold.
Ryushi Fujita tries to fight the pain.
Ryushi Fujita tries to escape the hold.
Ryushi Fujita breaks the hold after 15 seconds.

(Ezekiel forces Ryushi Fujita to the outside, and dominates Ryushi Fujita outside of the ring. When they come back in, Ezekiel tries to lock in another guillotine)

JR: Ezekiel looking to do some damage to that left arm of Ryushi Fujita, looks like he’s come out with a game plan tonight.

KING: Ezekiel’s not too good at following others’ plans, remember Black?

JR: A difference of opinion there I think!

Ryushi Fujita executes a fisherman buster on Ezekiel.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a German suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
a backward kick.
Ezekiel executes a drop toehold on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel uses a kick to the thigh on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel uses a belly-to-back suplex on Ryushi Fujita.
Ezekiel is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ezekiel takes Ryushi Fujita down with a savate kick.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ezekiel.
Ezekiel hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick to the thigh.
Ezekiel whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.

JR: Ezekiel looking to put his one away, going for the Inquisition… Ryushi Fujita blocks the move. Ezekiel with a kick to the gut followed by the Bona Fide, he goes for the pin

REF: One… Two…

JR: Shoulder up!!!! That was close!!!

Ezekiel whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes.
Ezekiel goes for an armbar submission, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita hits Ezekiel.
Ryushi Fujita punches Ezekiel.

JR: Ryushi Fujita off the ropes, Ezekiel turning the clothesline attempt into an armbar takedown. Ezekiel with the submission locked into that damaged arm. Oh!! Ryushi Fujita with his fingertips on the ropes, both men to their feet Ryushi Fujita swings. Oh my King, Inquisition! This one must be over!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
*DING DING*

JR: It’s over, Ezekiel has managed to pick up a clean win heading into Bruisermania.

>>>

(William Black is standing backstage, watching the
show on a monitor. Out of nowhere, a chair comes
flying and strikes him in the back of the head. Black
goes down as the camera pans over to reveal his
attacker, who is none other than.Truck! Truck runs in
and immediately starts to lay the boots to Black,
stomping a mudhole in the prone grappler.)

Truck: You no good son of a *BLEEP*! I'm a teach you
a real lesson now, boy!

(Truck grabs the television and raises it above his
head, staring crazily down at William Black, who is
struggling to stand.)

Truck: You're about to be a hit in Prime Time!

(Truck slams the television down across Black's back.
The TV pops and dies, as Black collapses to the floor.
Truck nonchalantly kneels down and grabs him by the
chin, lifting him closer to face level.)

Truck: I don't give a damn if you're fightin' Tyrone
at Bruisermania.I want you! Whether it's in a
sanctioned match or not, I'm gonna get some more o'
you that night, boy. The ball's in your court!

(Truck slams Black's head down and walks off, leaving
him bleeding and semiconscious on the floor as the
medics rush in to check on his condition.)

FADE OUT

(Ezekiel is backstage after tonight's match. He walks through the doors to the
parking lot and is met by a chair shot to the head)

Tobey Miliken: Zeke Zeke Zeke. Did you think I would just forget? You can't
*BLEEP*ing ignore me. I am THE movie star.

(Tobey raises the chair above the head, and brings it crashing against the
skull of Ezekiel. The camera pans round to show Shawn Rollins with a digital
camcorder, recording the show for prosperity.)

Tobey Miliken: I made you a very generous offer Zeke, a reply would have been
nice. A note tacked to the star on my door would've sufficed.

(Tobey drags Ezekiel over to the red dumpsters in the lot and throws Ezekiel
into the side of it.)

Tobey Miliken: This is your retribution; see if you can find the truth in this!

(Tobey throws Ezekiel into the dumpster and closes the lid. He turns to Shawn)

Tobey Miliken: And now for the big finale

(Tobey jumps into a nearby fork-lift and proceeds to lift the dumpster high off
the ground.)

Tobey Miliken: Drum roll please

(With a press of a button the dumpster comes crashing to the ground. Tobey gets
out and walks around the dumpster)

Tobey Miliken: Good riddance you piece of *BLEEP*

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first...
From Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...
"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

(The lights in the arena all go dark. A blinding flash goes off with a
thunderous boom. "Releasing the Demons" By Godsmack hits the PA system. Blue
strobe lights go over the crowd. Asylum explodes from behind the curtain and
runs down the ramp. He slides in the ring and jumps on top of a turnbuckle
and taunts to the crowd as pyro shoots off the other turnbuckels and into
the air.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Asylum whips AJ Stiles into the ropes, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
Asylum misses with an elbow.
Asylum almost takes AJ Stiles's head off with a clothesline
Asylum executes a gutbuster on AJ Stiles.
Asylum nails AJ Stiles with a backbreaker.
Asylum nails AJ Stiles with reverse suplex.
Asylum catches AJ Stiles in the Texas Cloverleaf.
AJ Stiles inches his way towards the ropes after holding out for 10 seconds.
Asylum executes the Committed on AJ Stiles.
Asylum goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Asylum, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

JR: I am getting word that something is going on in the back.

King: What now?

(Lowedown hears a knock on his locker room door. He gets up and opens the door to find a dozen black roses laying on the floor. He looks frantically around to see what is going on. No one can be seen. Lowedown kicks the black roses down the hallway and slams the door.)

JR: This is getting more and more bizzare by the minute.

(“Bodyguard” by Obie Trice begins to play through the arena. Pyro explodes from the stage and the word DREAD scrolls across the Bruisertron. Dreadnaught emerges from the smoke of the pyro and stands on the top of the stage looking over the entire arena. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Dreadnaught holds his hands up in the air.)

(Dreadnaught walks down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. Dreadnaught stands up on the second turnbuckle and holds the US title over his head. He jumps down and calls for a mic.)

(Dreadnaught looks over the crowd as many of the fans cheer. The camera focuses on a Scotty fears Dread sign. It changes back to Dreadnaught, who is pointing at the sign.)

Dreadnaught: I can see there are some intelligent cats here in Kansas, and you all know who the man is around this joint. Yeah, I may not be a legend yet, but all I have to do is finally wipe Scotty off the face of the Earth. You see, he is called a legend, but as of late he hasn’t lived up to his title! He hasn’t shown me anything in the last couple months, and it is time his flame is extinguished! He has been burning a hole in all our brains and it is time to stop! I will save you from the evil that is Scotty Scott.

Dreadnaught: Scotty has been flooding the TV with all kinds of propaganda! Just because you’ve been around the barn for 75 years doesn’t mean that the horse should be saved from slaughter. It’s time for Daddy Dread to get the shot gun out, ride that Scotty mare into the sunset, and put him out of his, and all of our misery! But, that is for Bruisermania, and tonight we have to tangle with Mineral. You people like Eco-system?

Dreadnaught: I certainly dig that, ‘cause I don’t trust them boys either! They think that just because they are the tag team champs that they have the ability to tangle with the Thug! But see, this time, they stuck their arrogant noses over to wrong side of the street. Yeah, I jacked up Scotty at No Way In, but he deserved it, and you boys should not have come to the ghetto! ‘Cause over on this side, things ain’t pretty. There ain’t green grass and pollution free air, in the ghetto, we got ugly thangs and we like it that way! So, how are you gonna feel when I take you on a tour through the ghetto tonight? You are gonna see the ugly side of the US. See, this title makes me the Champion of the People, and I represent them all. From the streets to the suites, and tonight, we are going straight to the bottom. You called my name, I bring the pain! Eco-system, bring everything you got, Mineral, Inferno, Vitamin, Ginko, Aquatic, and even Swamp Gas! I have seen people like you come and go, and you will be no challenge to me Mineral. You want to defend the honor of Scotty? Well, how can you do that after I cripple you? The streets is watchin’ kid, and this is not a game. Mineral, I will put you straight back in the ground where you belong! And for that reason, I have to give you all the bad news! Because Mineral was running up against the Dread-daddy, he just ain’t here tonight. The men that want to defend the honor of Scotty Scott run away, just like he should at Bruisermania!

(Dreadnaught tosses the mic down and walks up the ramp as “Bodyguard” plays through the arena.)

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

Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Kolic

(The Bruisertron shows the following message:)

2 late
2 win
4 you it’s over

(“Yesterday” by StainD plays over the PA, and the crowd starts to boo.)

You don’t know what you put me through
But it’s okay, I’ve forgiven you
But in some way, I hope it (BLEEP) with you
Hope it (BLEEP) with you

(Kolic walks to the ring wearing the Lightweight title and sneers at the
crowd. He jumps off the top rope and savate kicks the air.)

Yesterday
A boy and already afraid
Locked deep inside, my place to hide
To hide from how you made me feel

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

Ultimate Guerrero

JR: There's the bell.
Kolic hits Ultimate Guerrero.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.

JR: Kolic is really controlling this match. He whips Ultimate Guerrero into
the ropes and hits a dropkick! He is really stomping Guerrero, showing
obvious disdain for him! He climbs the turnbuckle, waits for Guerrero...and
hits the plancha! He goes for the cover!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

King: Kolic really thought he had the win there!

JR: Kolic back to his feet. He picks up Guerrero and throws him into the
turnbuckle, follows in with a clothesline. He headbutts Guerrero twice, then
chokes him with his heel. He waits for the ref’s 4 count, then kicks
Guerrero with his other foot!

Kolic kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Ultimate Guerrero counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes Kolic's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd is giving Ultimate Guerrero a standing ovation.
Ultimate Guerrero locks Kolic in an armbar submission.
Kolic is struggling to reach the ropes.
Kolic tries to fight the pain.
Ultimate Guerrero lets go after 19 seconds.
Ultimate Guerrero is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero complains about a slow count.

JR: Guerrero has Kolic on the top turnbuckle. He signals for a 10 count
punch, but Kolic reverses! He’s punching Guerrero, and Guerrero falls to the
mat! Kolic sets himself on the turnbuckle...woah! He hits a missile
dropkick, Guerrero falls on the second rope!

King: We all know what that means! Nap time! HAHA!

JR: He rebounds off the ropes...wait! Guerrero was playing possum, he rolls
out of the way!...OH MY GOD! Kolic kept going and hit a Slide Rule when
Guerrero stood! I’ve never seen anything like that!

JR: Kolic is signaling for the Binary Blaster! Guerrero stands, Kolic Irish
Whips Guerrero into the ropes, AND HITS IT! KOLIC GOES FOR THE PIN!

(Kolic is looking like he is going to win. But then out on the entrance way Tobey Miliken steps out with the black guitar case in hand.)

King: OH NO! What is Tobey up to now?

(Tobey pulls out of the guitar case what appears to be a rifle)

JR: MY GOD! HE IS GOING TO KILL KOLIC!

King: Don't be scared JR. That can't be a real rifle. Why would Tobey shoot Kolic in front of millions of people for? That would be really stupid.

(Then as Kolic is about to win the match Tobey shoots...but the gun backfires!)

JR: WHO'S THAT!!!!! WHO'S THAT MAN RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP!!!!!!

King: I DON'T KNOW JR!!!! I CAN'T SEE HIS FACE!!!!!!

JR: HE'S MAKING A B-LINE AT THIS TOBEY MILIKEN KID!!!!!

(The Mystery Man catches Tobey Miliken by the scruff of the neck and tosses him against the ring post.)

MM: WRONG DAY!!!! WRONG TIME!!!! WRONG PERSON TO *BEEP* WITH PUNK!!!!!

(He stomps away at Miliken while his leather jacket waves and flaps with every move he makes distorting anything that the camera can see.)

King: I don't know who this is, but obviously he doesn't like this Miliken kid too much....

JR: He's stomped this poor kid half to death, and now he's hunched over him like an animal eying up its prey....

King: He seems to have a roll of duct tape in his hands.....

JR: This... mystery man...... he's duct taping Tobey Miliken to the ring post

King: YAAAAAAY!!!!! and Kolic's helping him......

JR: But who is this mystery Man and why is he helping Kolic???

King: Maybe Vern sent Truck to help....

JR: He's too small to be Truck....

(The Mystery Man puts a final piece of duct tape over the mouth of Tobey Miliken and stands up, he spins toward the announcers table.....)

MM: Now keep your mouth shut long enough for someone else to talk.....

JR: MY GOD!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!! IT'S SLEDGE!!!!!! ITS SLEDGE!!!!!!!

CROWD: TCW!!!! TCW!!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!!

OTHER CROWD: YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!!

Kolic gives the sign for the Binary Blast.
Kolic executes the Binary Blast on Ultimate Guerrero.
Kolic goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

(Sledge produces a microphone from his jacket and begins to speak)

Sledge: I just want to be serious for a quick minute here.... so whether you love me or hate me.... just one quick minute......

(The crowd actually get oddly quiet at Sledge's request....)

Sledge: wow... thank you.... uhmmmm actually, well here's the deal... I don't know who out there has or hasn't heard about the Ignition Incident... and well I'm not going to dig up and re-hash bad memories.... but that whole in-ring confrontation that he, Bruiser and myself had about a month or two ago was just to hype up a match.... a match that due to circumstances beyond basically anyone's control cannot happen now.

(Sledge strokes his beard as the crowd still remains eerily quiet a few boos are heard from within the crowd....)

Sledge: I'm sorry, but the Burning Ring of Fire match at Bruisermania is postponed...., but happily I am accepting Asylum's open challenge at Bruisermania... and I will see you all there in two weeks at 'Mania....

CROWD: 'MANIA!!!!! 'MANIA!!!! 'MANIA!!!!! 'MANIA!!!!!!!!

(sledge begins to turn away, but pauses....)

Sledge: oh yeah.... and Scrapppy Joe.... if you think I'm such a wash up.... next Monday, why don't we give the crowd a bit to remember how I used to electrify them....

Sledge/Crowd: ... THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!!!!

(Sledge drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. As he returns to the back JR speaks....)

JR: Sledge may be getting a mixed reaction amongst our fans these days.... but one thing's for sure the fans can't wait to see him return to fight in a BMWF ring.