Date : 03/21/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Van Andel Arena Grand Rapids Michigan

(The show opens inside the Van Andel Arena Grand Rapids Michigan. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Van Andel Arena Grand Rapids Michigan! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! We are about to head out to the parking lot of the Van Andel Arena where the World champion is making his way here as we speak.

King:I think he almost loves to make us wait for his grand entrance!

JR:We hear that Lowedown is looking forward to another shot at softening the Judge up before Bruisermania.

King:You know Lowedown likes to get here at the beginning of the show just so he can hog the spotlight!

JR:You know Lowedown wouldn't do that to all the fans here in Grand Rapids.

King:He would keep the King waiting that's for sure!

JR:Folks, let's outside where Lowedown is pulling into the parking lot! Slim, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown's limousine pulling into the Van Andel arena as the crowd begins to chant his name. As the limousine stops, the limo driver steps out of the car and walks around to open the back door. As the driver opens the door, Flame steps out wearing a very skimpy t-shirt and tight pants that almost makes Slim Jim drop his microphone. Flame looks behind her as a hand comes from behind her and slaps her on the behind. Flame gives a lil' giggle as Lowedown steps out of the limousine and shrugs his shoulders as he listens to the crowd chanting his name. Lowedown reaches back into the limousine and then tosses the World title over his right shoulder and then makes his way over towards Slim and shakes hands with him. Flame walks over and gives Slim a kiss on the cheek and then gives him a great big hug. Slim blushes as Flame leans on his shoulder as Lowedown looks right into the camera and smiles...)

Lowedown:It feels good to be in Grand Rapids baby! DO YA FEEL ME GRAND RAPIDS?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Let me say hello to all my friends down here in the playground and I am looking forward to giving each and every single one of you the show of your life! First, allow me to once again introduce you to my lovely lady...FLAME!

(Flame saunters over to the camera and blows a kiss to the fans as she then walks back over to her husband as he hands her the World title to hold...)

Lowedown:Now, tonight is another night of the Judge's collection of classic @$$whoopin's all the way up to Bruisermania! But if you are here to see the Judge, then I suggest you walk out of the arena right now. On one side, we have the World Heavyweight champion and the Cruiserweight champion...going against the wanna be champion we know as the Judge and my half brother Ash.

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:Come on now people! My brother isn't a bad guy in my opinion. He's just got alot on his mind right now. I know that he will call it right down the middle or he'll have more than Scotty ridin' his @$$. I know Ash will do just fine.

Slim:I wanted to ask you about last week and your vicious attack on the Judge, Ezekial, and your tag team partner...Hardcore Harry. Why did you do that?

Lowedown:Why did I do that? You're asking me why I did that? Oh come on now Slim. Even you know how much I don't trust Harry as far as I can throw him. The last time I tagged with that jack@$$, he tried to pop my knee out! I said this last week and I have no problem saying it again just so Harry can hear it once again. I...don't...trust...Harry. If Harry has a problem with that, I suggest he does something about it. Then again, with my luck, he'll choke like he always does.

JR:Now that's not very nice!

King:Lowedown is very opinionated!

Lowedown:That is the reason why I hit that sonofableep with that chair Slim. I hit the Judge with the chair for obvious reasons.

Slim:What about Ezekial? Why did you hit him with the steel chair?

Lowedown:He was hit by accident. I didn't see him behind him me and I swung wild on him. I hope Zeke accepts my apology for that one.

Slim:You seem to be apologizing alot for accidently attacking the rookies here in the BMWF.

Lowedown:What can I say? I guess I'm accident prone when it comes to steel chairs.

Slim:Have you spoken with your partner here tonight? It seems like the Family on occasion has been a bit quiet lately.

Lowedown:That I will agree with Slim. Black wanted the tag team gold and I was totally cool with it. Ryushi wanted to be his own man in the tournament and we watched Ryushi take that Cruiserweight title. The Family is very, very, very proud of Ryushi and I know I can count on him to be in my corner tonight. I know Ryushi won't back down from a fight.

Slim:I do have a question about someone that has decided to stick his nose into your business and has offered his services to the Ju...

(Lowedown stops Slim from finishing his sentence and then places his hand on the shoulder of Slim...)

Lowedown:Do we have to go on with that Slim? Tobey Miliken has stuck his nose in my business for the last time! If Tobey even comes close to the cage that night, I am going to have something special for his sorry @$$ at Bruisermania.

Slim:What do you mean?

Lowedown:Do you want me to tell you?

Slim:Please do!

Lowedown:I will plain and simply...execute his sorry @$$...old school style. I have a certain old friend who just so happens to have to owe me a favor and I plan to collect for it.

Slim:What friend is that?

Lowedown:Well, all I can say is that he is my "Ace" in the hole in case of emergency. That's all I got on that one.

(Pause)

Lowedown:Let me sum it all up Slim. Tonight, I whoop the Judge's @$$ right in front of the man who is going to be refereeing the match at Bruisermania and just so happens to be my half brother Ash. Now, Ash knows that when we're in the ring together that it's business. But what he also knows is that I am fully capable of beating the hell out of the Judge without a problem. Just like last week when I was putting him to sleep...

Slim:The Judge hit you with his gavel?

Lowedown:Well hello there Captain Interruption! Nice to see you could make it. Yes indeed Slimmy. The Judge was about to go to sleep when he did the only desperate thing he could do to save himself. That's okay though. I know he is afraid to sleep.

Slim:Afraid to sleep? I don't understand.

Lowedown:He's afraid to sleep because the only thing he will dream about is the fact that he won't be able to win at Bruisermania. He'll be stuck in his own lil' nightmare because he can't beat me and even he knows it. I tell you the one thing he should come to grips with Slim.

Slim:Which is?

Lowedown:I'm going to keep his sorry @$$ stuck in a nightmare for the rest of his career. It's that simple Slim. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a true partner to talk to and strategize. I'll hollar at ya later.

(Lowedown and Flame make their way into the Van Andel arena as Slim is standing alone...)

fade...

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Austin, Texas...
Weighing in at 268 pounds...

New Age Outlaw

KING: Who?

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike throws New Age Outlaw into the turnbuckle, but New Age Outlaw
reverses it.
New Age Outlaw runs shoulder-first into the corner.
New Age Outlaw hoists Awesome Mike high into the air with a vertical suplex, the
n sends Awesome Mike crashing hard to the mat.
New Age Outlaw is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
New Age Outlaw throws Awesome Mike out of the ring.
New Age Outlaw goes through the ropes.
New Age Outlaw knocks Awesome Mike into the ringsteps.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
New Age Outlaw nails Awesome Mike with a suplex into a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
New Age Outlaw smacks Awesome Mike with a devastating clothesline .
New Age Outlaw throws Awesome Mike back into the ring.
New Age Outlaw shakes his butt.
New Age Outlaw is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
New Age Outlaw nails Awesome Mike with a tilt-a-whirl suplex.
New Age Outlaw is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
New Age Outlaw goes for a Hotshot, but Awesome Mike counters it with a lariat.
You could hear a pin drop.
Awesome Mike whips New Age Outlaw into the ropes, but New Age Outlaw
reverses it.
Awesome Mike goes for a lariat, but New Age Outlaw blocks it.
New Age Outlaw hits Awesome Mike with a kick to the midsection.
New Age Outlaw goes for the Fame-Ass-Er, but Awesome Mike counters it with
a side step.
Awesome Mike attempts to place New Age Outlaw on the turnbuckle, but
New Age Outlaw blocks it.
Awesome Mike sets up New Age Outlaw on the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike uses a top-rope German Suplex on New Age Outlaw.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Awesome Mike smacks New Age Outlaw with a devastating short lariat .
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike executes a back suplex on New Age Outlaw.
Awesome Mike hits New Age Outlaw with an inverted power bomb.
There is no crowd reaction.
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the midsection, but New Age Outlaw
counters it with a legsweep.
New Age Outlaw nails Awesome Mike with a kneelift.
New Age Outlaw runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike misses with a clothesline.
Awesome Mike hits New Age Outlaw with a kick.
Awesome Mike attempts to place New Age Outlaw on the turnbuckle, but
New Age Outlaw blocks it.
Awesome Mike takes New Age Outlaw down with a facerake.
Awesome Mike goes for a front-layout suplex, but New Age Outlaw blocks it.
New Age Outlaw goes for a suplex into a powerslam, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike nails New Age Outlaw with a forearm smash.
Awesome Mike whips New Age Outlaw into the ropes, but New Age Outlaw
reverses it.
Awesome Mike goes for a flying shoulderblock, but New Age Outlaw
ducks out of the way.
New Age Outlaw runs into the ropes.
New Age Outlaw smacks Awesome Mike with a devastating clothesline .
New Age Outlaw hits a kick to the midsection on Awesome Mike.
New Age Outlaw executes the Fame-Ass-Er on Awesome Mike.
New Age Outlaw is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
New Age Outlaw goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
New Age Outlaw is met with a "New Age Outlaw sucks" chant.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is New Age Outlaw!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>


(Scene opens with Master Z making his way into the double doors marking his entrance into the arena. Master Z holds a large black duffel bag and wears a pair of dark sunglasses.)

Master Z: Tamer is in for it tonight! That fool needs to realize that I'm Master Z! I am the man who made this federation!

(Master Z turns a corner and steps into his locker room. Master Z throws the duffel bag on a table and unzips it quickly. He reaches in and then takes his hand out with a pair of brass knuckles glimmering from his fist.)

Master Z: Yeah... now that's what I'm talking about!

(Master Z, without saying more, leaves the locker room. The scene fades to black.)

>>>
 
JR: One half of the Tag Team Champions has arrived!
 
(The camera shows the license plate of a black 2005 GTO. The plate reads “Thug” and the camera pans over to the driver’s side. Dreadnaught steps one foot out and then the other. He pulls the Tag Team Title out and then his duffle bag. Dreadnaught reaches in again and pulls out a black baseball bat.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught is looking to cause some more damage tonight!
 
King: That bat will do the trick!
 
(Dreadnaught puts the Tag Title over his shoulder and carries his bag and bat.)
 
JR: This is going to be an incredible night as we are only one week away from Bruisermania!
 
(Dreadnaught looks over at the 2005 Mustang and smiles as he enters the arena.)
 
JR: Black must already be here!
 
King: That can only be bad for Vern and Kolic!

>>>

(The scene opens in the parking lot. A stretch PT Cruiser rolls up and comes to a stop. The
driver gets out and heads to the back. He opens the back door, and out steps Mr. Clancy R.
Beauregarde.)

Clancy: Here we are boys! Let's roll!

(One by one, the members of Prime Time exit the Cruiser. Ezekiel, Kolic, Tamer, and Vernon
"Violence" Vanderbilt all gather round.)

Clancy: Tonight, boys, we've got a huge match, Prime Time versus the team of Master Z,
Dreadnaught, William Black, and Hardcore Harry.

Tamer: Tonight, we show the BMWF that Prime Time is a united front.

Vernon: The most fearsome stable in wrestling history.

Kolic: The elite!

Ezekiel: And no one who stands in our way comes out in one piece.

Clancy: Gentlemen, this is make or break. We've got four men who want to facilitate our failure.
Let's show 'em that we ain't gonna go quietly.

(They all put their fists in.)

Prime Time: PRIME TIME!

(They make their way into the building.)

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Styles

LILLY: His opponent...
From Yonkers, New York...
Weighing in at 260 pounds...

"The Innovator of Violins" Tommy Screamer


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Tommy Screamer runs into the ropes.
AJ Styles hits Tommy Screamer with a clothesline.
AJ Styles runs into the ropes.
AJ Styles almost takes Tommy Screamer's head off with rolling clothesline
AJ Styles whips Tommy Screamer into the ropes, but Tommy Screamer reverses it.
Tommy Screamer misses with an elbow.
AJ Styles hits Tommy Screamer with a kick.
AJ Styles goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer throws AJ Styles out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
AJ Styles reenters the ring.
Tommy Screamer goes for a headsmash into the turnbuckle, but AJ Styles
blocks it.
AJ Styles goes for a lariat, but Tommy Screamer blocks it.
Tommy Screamer runs into the ropes.
Tommy Screamer catches AJ Styles totally by surprise.
Tommy Screamer executes the Screaming DDT on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Tommy Screamer complains about a slow count.
Tommy Screamer goes for a headsmash into the turnbuckle, but AJ Styles
blocks it.
AJ Styles chops Tommy Screamer.
AJ Styles hits Tommy Screamer.
Quite a few boos are audible.
AJ Styles whips Tommy Screamer into the ropes.
AJ Styles hits Tommy Screamer with a shoulderblock.
AJ Styles throws Tommy Screamer into the turnbuckle.
AJ Styles takes Tommy Screamer down with a leg lariat.
Quite a few boos are audible.
AJ Styles almost takes Tommy Screamer's head off with a lariat
AJ Styles runs into the ropes.
AJ Styles misses with a kick.
AJ Styles misses with a clothesline.
Tommy Screamer hits a spinebuster on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer nails AJ Styles with a kick to the midsection.
Tommy Screamer executes the Screaming DDT on AJ Styles.
A few fans are cheering on Tommy Screamer.
Tommy Screamer goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tommy Screamer executes a chop on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer hits a headsmash into the turnbuckle on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer uses a faceslam on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer takes AJ Styles down with a Hotshot.
Tommy Screamer goes for a back suplex, but AJ Styles counters it with
a go-behind.
AJ Styles uses a Berkulator on Tommy Screamer.
AJ Styles goes for a Berkulator, but Tommy Screamer counters it with a bulldog.
In turn, AJ Styles counters it with a back suplex.
AJ Styles goes for a Berkulator, but Tommy Screamer counters it with a go-behind
.
Tommy Screamer hits a back suplex on AJ Styles.
Tommy Screamer nails AJ Styles with a swinging neckbreaker.
A few fans are cheering on Tommy Screamer.
Tommy Screamer is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tommy Screamer screams like a woman.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tommy Screamer.
Tommy Screamer takes AJ Styles down with a kick to the midsection.
Tommy Screamer executes the Screaming DDT on AJ Styles.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tommy Screamer.
Tommy Screamer goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tommy Screamer hits AJ Styles with a roundhouse right.
Tommy Screamer whips AJ Styles into the ropes.
AJ Styles smacks Tommy Screamer with a devastating rolling clothesline .
AJ Styles executes a leg lariat on Tommy Screamer.
AJ Styles puts Tommy Screamer in the STF.
Tommy Screamer grabs the ropes after 15 seconds.
AJ Styles executes the Styles Clash on Tommy Screamer.
AJ Styles is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
AJ Styles goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Numerous fans are using AJ Styles for target practice.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is AJ Styles!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole walks into Samantha Gretch's Locker room as she is going through a slow Martial arts Kata. Her Womens Tag team belt is drapped over a chair. Samantha stops and looks at Michael through her hair, which is hanging down in front of her face. She brushes her hair back behind her ears and looks at Bole)

Samantha: Interveiw?

Bole: Yea...

Samantha: Alright, but make it quick. I got a match next.

Bole: About that. Do you feel confident facing The Veteran Judge Moody tonight?

Samantha: Of course I do. Didn't you watch last weeks match? I made Dizi pass out! An old over weight wench like Judge Moody isn't going to be a problem. Then, next week. I am going to go on to beat the other three ladies in the ring with me, and become a double champion.

Bole: You seem awfully confident, even though all of these women have had slightly better records then you.

(Samantha glares at Bole)

Samantha: Watch yourself.

Bole: Moving along... What about the fact that you might be facing Fifi in the same Ring at Bruisermania?

Samantha: I have a lot of respect for her. After all, we are the Womens Tag team champions. But if she is in that ladder match, then she is just another opponent to be conquered.

Bole: Good luck on your match tonight.

Samantha: Trying to get someone to warm your bed Michael?

Bole: Uhh...

Samantha: Sorry. Your cute, but your spineless. I need a man I have to fight before I dominate. See ya later.

(Samantha walks from the room, leaving a very speechless Michael Bole. The camera switches back to JR and King.)

JR: Samantha with some strong words tonight!

King: Michael Bole? Cute? YEAH!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage where we see Alexis Terrion standing in a
beautiful dress with the BMF Women's Title over her shoulder.)



Alexis: Although I do not have a match tonight I thought I should be here to
announce the official beginning of the qualifying matches tonight. The
winners of tonight mates will earn themselves a shot at my title next week
at BruiserMania. It simple all you have to do is win one match and get a
shot at gold. See nice and shiny gold. *Giggles* I have devised the greatest
Women's Title Match ever. And you winning few tonight will get a shot to be
a part of that historic match. Also you will win yourself a spot as a
footnote in the story of Alexis Terrion. Good luck tonight ladies for you
will all need it. I shall see you the winners at BruiserMania. As for the
loser well you are not worth my time.



(Alexis gives a devilish smile.)



Alexis: On that note, let the qualifying matches begin.



FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Seattle, Washington...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Samantha Gretch

(The sound of a record being put on echos from the speakers, followed by the heavy rock intro to Marilyn manson's "Tainted Love" The arena lights flash quickly to the beat of the music as Samantha Gretch walks out from backstage. She stops at the head of the ramp, her Womens Tag belt hanging loosely on her hips. Samantha Gretch lifts her hands into the air and shakes her hips before movingdown to the ring. She slides in and hops onto the turnbuckle, shaking her hips at the crowd as she takes her belt off slowly, and kissing it before giving it to the ref.)

JR: Samantha is ready for blood tonight!

King: And I'm ready for PUPPIES! Whoo!

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Samantha Slaps Judge Moody across the chest!

King: Don't hurt The Puppies!

JR: Samantha hits Moody with a creasent kick
Samantha throws Moody with a hip toss
Samantha hits Moody with an Enziguri
Samantha pulls Moody's hair
She stops at the 4 count
The ref warns her
Samantha throws Moody into the turnbuckle
She stands on the second rope and shakes her hips in Moody's face, raising her fist in the air and begins punching mooy

Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!

JR: Samantha hits Moody with a sunset flip!
1...2...kick out!
Samantha kicks Moody in the gut
Samantha follows up with a scissors Kick
Samantha goes for an arm bar
Moody screams in pain
Samantha tightens the hold
Moody tries to break free
The ref checks on Moody
The ref asks if she wants to quit
Samantha Tightens the hold
Moody screams in pain
Samantha slams her fist into Moody's shoulder
Samantha tightens the hold
Moody fights her way to the ropes
Samantha drops the hold at the 4 count
Samantha kicks Moody on the ground
The ref yells at Samantha
Samantha rolls Moody up with a School boy
1...2...kick out!
Samantha punches Moody and goes for the cover
1...2...kick out!
Samantha throws Moody with an Arm Drag
She goes for the cover again
1...2...kick out!

King: I love it when Samantha gets angry!

JR: Samantha Gretch hits Judge Moody with a Russian legsweep.
Samantha Gretch goes for a hair pull, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody whips Samantha Gretch into the ropes.
Judge Moody misses with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody nails Samantha Gretch with a dropkick.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Samantha Gretch hits Judge Moody with a shoulderblock.
Samantha Gretch goes for an arm bar, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody goes for a dropkick, but Samantha Gretch side-steps and Judge Moody
only hits air.
Samantha Gretch goes for cresent kick, but Judge Moody ducks out of the way.
Judge Moody hits Samantha Gretch with an arm bar.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Samantha Gretch blocks it.
Samantha Gretch leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Samantha Gretch runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Samantha Gretch nails Judge Moody with an enzuigiri.
Samantha Gretch is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Samantha Gretch punches Judge Moody.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Samantha Gretch.
Samantha Gretch chops Judge Moody.
Samantha Gretch is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Samantha Gretch executes a hiptoss on Judge Moody.
Samantha Gretch nails Judge Moody with an armdrag takedown.
Samantha Gretch sends Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.
Samantha Gretch uses a cross bodypress on Judge Moody.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Samantha Gretch locks Judge Moody in a boot choke.
Earl Hepner warns Samantha Gretch to let go.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Samantha Gretch goes for 10 punch in corner, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Samantha Gretch goes for cresent kick, but Judge Moody ducks out of the way.
Judge Moody nails Samantha Gretch with a DDT.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Judge Moody nails Samantha Gretch with a dropkick.
Judge Moody executes an eye gouge on Samantha Gretch.
Judge Moody whips Samantha Gretch into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Samantha Gretch with a kick.
Earl Hepner removes the chair from the ring.
Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Samantha Gretch counters it with
an eye gouge.
Samantha Gretch takes Judge Moody down with a hiptoss.
Samantha Gretch climbs onto the second rope and shakes her hips.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Samantha Gretch hits an armdrag takedown on Judge Moody.
Samantha Gretch uses an enzuigiri on Judge Moody.
Samantha Gretch takes Judge Moody down with an enzuigiri.
The crowd is going "We want Earl Hepner !".
Samantha Gretch climbs onto the second rope and shakes her hips.
Samantha Gretch is met with a "Samantha Gretch sucks" chant.
Samantha Gretch hits Judge Moody with a Russian legsweep.
Samantha Gretch whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Judge Moody misses with a kick.
Samantha Gretch uses a tilt-a-whirl DDT on Judge Moody.

JR: Samantha is standing on the top rope and shaking her hips!

King: I love it when she does that!

JR: Samantha just drove Moody's skull into the ground with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!
Samantha throws Moody into the turnbuckle
Samantha follows up with a cross body splash
Samantha chokes Moody with her boot
Samantha drops it at the 4 count
Samantha throws Moody with a hip toss
Samantha hits Moody with a creasent kick
Samantha slaps Moody across the chest

JR: Samantha is manhandling Moody!

King: WHOO!

JR: Samantha hits Moody with an enziguri
Samantha slams Moody to the ground with a russian Legsweep

(Samantha drags Moody to the center of the ring, standing next to her prone body and posing. She then hits her with a standing Moonsault.)

King: Here it comes...

JR: SEAWASP! Samantha has Judge Moody locked in the Seawasp!
Moody is screaming in pain
Samantha tightens the hold
Moody struggles to break free
The ref checks on Moody
The ref asks if she wants to quit
Moody's shoulders hit the mat
The ref counts 1...2... Shoulders up
Samatha tightens the hold
Moody screams in pain!

Judge Moody nails the opponent with her gavel.
Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Samantha Gretch!

(Samantha accepts her title from the ref, hopping onto the trnbuckle and shaking her hips, holding her belt into the air as the crowd boos loudly. She turns around, noticing Judge Moody rising to her feet. Samantha hops down and rushes foreward, laying Judge Moody out with her belt, busting her forehead open. Samantha drops ddown to her knees and yells in Moody's face before the Ref forces her away. Samantha drops to the mat and rolls from the ring, walking back as the crowd boos her loudly.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A camera is going inside an old gym in Red Hook, NY. Scotty is seen sparring with an old sparring partner. scotty extcutes a series of takedowns and suplexes that are pure bone shattering. The sparring partner is staggered as Scotty comes uop from behind and locks the Scottamission on him. Quickly, Scotty forces the gentleman to tap out. Scotty's attention turns towards the camera.)

Scotty: Ash... We've been down so many ups and downs tagatha... I rememba the first time we locked horns... Ya forced yerself inta a match wit me and Maverick for the BMWF World title. Ya thought it was funny when ya won the title.... But then ya lost it and ya had me ta deal wit... I rememba it well... Hell in a Cell.... That was the night I threw ya off the roof of the Cell.... Then later on... Much lata... We became a tag team... Co-foundas of the Syndicate... A stable that many thought ta be the next big thing. Two time co holda of the World tag Team titles wit me.... But then on a fateful night, I found out ya were busy runnin' yer stinkin' trap 'bout me behind muh back... I can forgive 'lot of things. But backstabbin' me is just someting else. Judge, how long before he does the same thing ta ya? Ash, just a week... And we meet once more inside the ring.... Hardcore rules.... Anything ya wanna do... Is fine... Anything I wanna do is fine... I heard Vernon speak of righteous violence.... This just may hold true for us.... 'Coz on March 28th... Yer gonna be mine... Yer gonna wish that ya neva were born... See ya soon boy.

(Witherspoon is leaning on the wall of the stadium near the parking lot, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He's wearing his SubZero hoody against the chill. He takes a drag on his cigarette and glances at his watch.)

Witherspoon: Where the hell is he?

??: You know, those things are going to kill you.

(Witherspoon turns, and sees Kevin Storm, his nine-iron in hand. There seems to be no emotion to him)

Witherspoon: About time you got here. Where the hell have you been.

Kevin: No place of your concern.

(Witherspoon takes another drag on his cigarette and flicks the butt away, blowing the smoke out slowly)

Witherspoon: Whatever. Let's get down to business. I have to win this match. THis win could put me over enough so I'm sure to beat that Jason wannabe. Now If I lose because some little religous weakling screws things up, I'll be most upset.

Kevin: Weakling... why do you always think of me as that? Why does everyone think that way of me?

Witherspoon: Because you are! The only people you can beat is an old Japanese man! You botched a sneak attack after a match on two tired men.

Kevin: That was... not... my...

Witherspoon: fault. I know. It's everyone elses fault but your own. Take some *bleep*in responsibilities. Listen, if we loose this match, I'm taking it out on you, you understand me. You saw what happened to Dale Anderson last week. Same thing will happens to you. So, if your in the ring, and I get the refs attention. Do what needs to be done, you understand? Cause they'll do it.

Kevin: I will do what I feel is the correct thing. And I will do it because I will want to, not because somebody is trying to get me to be angry, or somebody is asking me to. Now, one last thing: Do you have any enemies that might interfere? Cause I am starting to get tired of having everyone and their brother put their noses in my matches, and costing me wins.

Witherspoon: Didn't I just tell you to take responisbility?

Kevin: Just tell me if you their is risk of interference from anybody.

Witherspoon: Tamer maybe.

(Witherspoon shrugs simply)

Witherspoon: But somethings up with him, not sure of it. Heres the thing, if the going gets tough, and I'm in the ring, distract the ref. Or else.

Kevin: Distract the ref? Who do I look like, Misty Rivers? Never mind, don't answer that. Fine, I can distract a ref. Just don't mess up.

Witherspoon: I think I should be telling you that.

(Kevin leaves, as Witherspoon takes out another cigarette, lighting it, as the camera fades... to... black... )

>>>

(Aquatic walks into the locker room with a clipboard.)

Aquatic: Now, if I don't go, Dizi goes, and Samantha goes, we only have a 25% chance, but Dizi's experience raises to 33%...hmmm...DANIELLE!

Dizi: AQUATIC!! How are you? I saw "Bridget Jones' Diary" Funny stuff. Did you see it? The sequel is coming out on DVD tomorrow.

Aquatic: Contemplative, Yes and it wasn't funny, and who cares. In that order. We have qualifiers today! You're up against Fifi, do you have a strategy?

Dizi: Well, I thought first, I'd kick her @$$. Then, I thought I'd get some dinner...

Aquatic: Well, that's a nice simple strategy. But I'll put it to you this way-can you counter the Duster?

Dizi: What? Like a vacuum cleaner?

Aquatic: Sure...listen, if Fifi yells "DUSTER!" like an idiot, do you know how to apply a nerve hold?

Dizi: A nerve hold? Like that pointy eared guy on Star Trek?

Aquatic: YES! Except think Tiger Khan and not Spock. Here, practice on me. (Aquatic turns around.)

Dizi: Don't you have a match tonight? Because I'm not sure I should be practicing things on you before a match. I think we each really have to win tonight... Donnie said something about it...

Aquatic: We do have to win, but that doesn't matter. Just do it. It will simply incapacitate me for the moment.

(Dizi walks around so she's facing Aquatic.)

Dizi: But, what if I do it wrong and hurt you? I don't ever want to hurt you.

Aquatic: (sighing) Fine. If you care that much, don't do it. Just promise me that you're going to try to focus on what you're doing tonight. Statistically, if we both make it to Bruisermania, we have a 75% chance of winning that title between us with our combined experience.

Dizi: Well, that would depend on the winner of the Samantha Gretch/Judge Moonie match, wouldn't it? Judge Moonie has a lot more experience and that would lower our chances significantly. Of course, there is always the unpredicable nature of the sport....

Aquatic: We both can, have, and will beat-slash-beaten Moonie. The point is, united we stand, divided we fall. Well, not fall. But stand a little shorter. And Americans love underdogs. So go out there, and chase the carrot on the stick. Understand?

Dizi: I don't like carrots...

Aquatic: Do you like candy?

Dizi: Yes! Especially chocolate... 100 Grands are my favorites... or maybe Kit Kats.... I like Twix a lot though...

Aquatic: I don't have Twix...I have Kit Kats though. 4 Kit Kats if you win tonight, assuming you don't want my Prozac.

Dizi: What does Prozac do?

Aquatic: It changes you...it calms you out, and makes you obsess over things less.

Dizi: Oh. You think I need I need to be calmer and obsess less?

Aquatic: No. but I think they're tasty.

Dizi: Really? What do they taste like?

Aquatic: Sour licorice. With halibut.

Dizi: Oh. You're a little strange.

Aquatic: I certainly am. So you think you can come through for us tonight?

(Dizi smiles brightly at Aquatic.)

Dizi: Sure!

Aquatic: I love that smile...by the way, if we both go to the match...do you want to plan who wins?

Dizi: Go to what match?

Aquatic: The Bruisermania match. We'd have the numbers.

Dizi: Oh, that's good. Who are we fighting?

Aquatic: Rat Terrier and either Moonie or Gretchen Wilson.

Dizi: Okay! Well, I'm sure we'll beat them.

Aquatic: Yeah, but...it's a Woman's Title match...do you want to decide which of us wins the title?

Dizi: (shrugs) You want to win?

Aquatic: Sort of...not over you though. Do you want to win?

Dizi: Well, you should win it, then... I think I was the last one to hold it between us, wasn't I?

Aquatic: Yeah, you were. Well, all right then. But if you have a shot, don't hesitate to go for it, all right?

(Dizi smiles.)

Dizi: Okay! I hope it's Moonie instead of Gretchen Wilson. I have her album... it's really good. I like "Redneck Woman" a lot. Fun little song. Are they regular sized or king sized?

Aquatic: They're king sized. Ready to go for it?

Dizi: Sure. Where are we going?

Aquatic: Allow me to rephrase. Ready to go beat Fifi so that someone without a name similar to a dog can win the Women's Title?

Dizi: Sure!

Aquatic: Awesome! (Aquatic hugs Dizi) I'm going to go feed Dusty. You're up soon, so hurry up.

Dizi: Okay!

(Dizi hugs Aquatic, then wanders out of the locker room, presumably to the ramp to enter for her match.)

FADE

>>>

(Tobey Miliken is walking around a baseball field wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers jersey with the number 1 on the back of it and Miliken on the back as well. He has on a Dodgers hat and his sun glasses blocking out the Arizona sun as he walks into a spring training facility. Out steps a man in a suit and tie as Miliken walks into the dug out of the Dodgers facility.)

Tom: Hey Tobey, I'm Tom Leach, facility director here for the Dodgers spring training camp, glad you could make it.

Tobey: Hey Tom thanks for having me. It's been years since I have swung a bat.

Tom: Well I am glad that you made it out today. So you are wanting to take some batting practice against some of our talented pitching here with the Dodgers?

Tobey: That's what I am paying the big bucks for.

Tom: Well let me introduce you to a young pitcher in our AA organization, his name is Marty Boggs, no kin to Wade.

Tobey: Wait where are the REAL pitchers at, I want some Gagne heat man not some worthless rookie.

Tom: Sorry Tobey, but the Dodgers are away today. But I do have some impressive men, men that will be in big show one day and you can proudly say you hit off the best then.

Tobey: Whatever. Give me a bat and lets go.

(Tobey and Marty head out to the field. Marty is pulled aside by Tom for a second.)

Tom: Now look. The first four or five pitches I want you to take easy on him. Then I want you to start throwing your best.

Marty: Got it.

Tom: After he starts missing and gets frustrated, I want you to nail him upside his stubborn head. I've seen this guy on TV, he's a real work of art. So take him out.

Marty: No problem.

(Tobey is waiting as Marty steps over and delivers the first pitch. Tobey nails it out of the stadium.)

Tobey: That's your best stuff. Forget wrestling, I'm the next Barry Bonds baby.

(Marty throws a couple of more and they both go over the wall. Then Marty throws a fast ball about 95 mph. Tobey swings and misses.)

Tobey: Whoa, now that had some hops on it. Alright baby give me your best.

(Marty looks over and Tom nods his head in agreement. Marty throws another fast ball and Tobey fouls it off.)

Tobey: Got a piece of that one didn't I. Come on Marty, give me some real pepper in that next pitch.

(Marty leans back and fires another pitch, Tobey hits a looping ball into the outfield.)

Tobey: Yeah Marty, I got your number now.

(Marty looks over at Tom and Tom shakes his head. Marty leans back and the next one he fires heads straight for Tobey's head. Tobey drops to the ground as it barely misses him.)

Tobey: What the...

Marty: Sorry.

Tobey: Yeah you will be if that happens again.

(Marty looks back over at Tom. Tom again nods his head.)

Tobey: Alright, let's go again.

(Marty leans back and fires another one. Again it comes close to hitting Tobey in the head. Tobey ducks out of the way. He gets up slowly and looks at Marty.)

Tobey: I see what you're doing.

Marty: Sorry, guess I'm having some control problems today.

Tobey: Yeah I guess you are.

(Marty looks over at Tom who nods again. Tobey see's this and smiles.)

Tobey: Yeah, I guess accidents will happen. Tell you what Marty let's lay off the high heat for a minute and give me a nice hanging curve for this next one.

(Marty looks over at Tom who casually nods his head. Marty leans back and throws a curve ball. Tobey steps in and hits a ripper over towards the dugout and nails Tom in the head with the hit. Tom drops immediately.)

Marty: Oh my God! Tom!

Tobey: Oh man, I'm so sorry.

(Tobey and Marty go running over to the dug out. Tom is out cold. Marty jumps up and starts yelling.)

Marty: You did that on purpose!

Tobey: Yeah, and I'm doing this on purpose to.

(Tobey decks Marty over the head with the ball bat breaking it in half. Marty collapses on top of Tom. Marty's head is busted open.)

Tobey: Now I remember why I couldn't make it in baseball. I didn't have the temper to put up with wannabe jocks like you two dorks.

(Tobey drops the bat and walks away.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to Cheri Runnels who is standing with Dizi MacPhearson.)

Cheri: Dizi, I was wondering if we could get your thoughts on your match.

Dizi: Okay.

Cheri: So, what are you thoughts?

Dizi: Aquatic didn't like "Bridget Jones' Diary" but I thought it was funny.

Cheri: Okay. How about your match tonight?

Dizi: Oh, I'm fighting the French Poodle.

Cheri: You mean Fifi?

Dizi: Yeah.. it's an important match.

Cheri: Yes, it is.

Dizi: It must be because both Aquatic and Donnie made kind of a big deal out of it.

Cheri: Well, it's a qualifying match for the title match at Bruisermania.

Dizi: Yeah... that is a big deal.

Cheri: And would you like to tell us what you're planning?

Dizi: Well, I think I'm going to go out there an win it.

Cheri: Good for you!

Dizi: And I'm going to rent the sequel. It comes out tomorrow on DVD.

Cheri: Yes, it does. (smiles into the camera) And there you have it. Dizi is going to win tonight's match and rent the sequel to "Bridget Jones' Diary" tomorrow when it's released on DVD.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" comes from the PA and the audience starts to applaud. After a moment, laughter starts as the entryway remains empty. After a moment, Dizi rushes out from the back. She stops at the top of the ramp and waves at the crowd. Blue and silver pyro starts to go off behind her and Dizi turns to watch it. The pyro dies down and Dizi starts to make her way down to the ring. She stops frequently to shake hands with fans and engages many of them in conversation.)

JR: Well, this is a very important match tonight for these women. The winner will be going on to the women's title match at Bruisermania.

King: Hey, JR, I'm going to run out and get something to eat while Dizi makes her way to the ring. You want anything?

JR: She's almost to the ring.

King: Yeah, and I'm almost asleep.

(Dizi makes it to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet, smiles brightly at the referee, then moves to the ropes.)

King: Look at that, JR! You see what she's doing?

JR: Yes, she's waving to the fans.

King: I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about the bouncing! Bouncing puppies! I love it!

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Scotty Scott...
From Quebec, CN...
Weighing in at 135 pounds...

Fifi

("Fighter" by Christina Aguilara blasts over the PA as Fifi steps out. She struts past some young men who are going wild at her appearance. She pays not attention to them. She enters the ring and walks to the center of the ring with her hands raised over her head.)

Fifi: Bruisermania is just few days away. The showcase of the real immortals... Hollywood Mike, Madman Randy Poffo, Darklord, Stone Cold Bruiser, Master Z, Lowedown, Loki, DDT, Scotty Scott.... They have all headlined and appeared on more than just a few Bruisermanias. They all made their nitche at Bruisermania. Many have said that the match between Hollywood Mike and Madman Poffo was one of the all time great matches. But come this year's show.... I will make sure that even though we know that the Women's title will not headline the show... But I will make sure that after tonight's match against Dizi... Not only will I walk away with a shot at the title... I will become the new Women's champion.

*DING DING* 

JR: The referee signals for the bell.
Dizi is wandering around the ring.

King: She probably doesn't realize the match started.

JR: Fifi is charging Dizi!
Dizi executes a drop toe hold!

King: Oh, no! Fifi went face first into the turnbuckle!

JR: And Dizi is right on top of her.
Dizi has Fifi by the hair.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
A clothesline by Dizi drops Fifi to the mat.
Dizi applies legscissors to Fifi.

King: C'mon Fifi! The ropes are right there!

JR: You're right, King. Fifi has grabbed the bottom rope.
The referee is calling for the break.
The referee is counting... 1... 2... 3... 4...
Dizi breaks the hold at four.

King: Dizi should have broken the hold as soon as the referee told her to!

JR: Well, King, someone is fond of saying that keeping a submission hold applied to the last possible second can give her the edge later on in the match.

King: What idiot said that?

JR: You did.

King: Oh, right. Brilliant strategy by Dizi!

JR: Dizi hits Fifi with a kick.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
Dizi hits Fifi with a clothesline.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
Fifi hits Dizi with a kick.
Fifi gets a chokehold on Dizi.
Joe Finch warns Fifi to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Fifi smacks Dizi with a devastating short clothesline .
Fifi nails Dizi with a bulldog.
Fifi whips Dizi into the ropes.
Fifi takes Dizi down with an airplane spin.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Fifi goes for a front facelock, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi goes for a vertical suplex, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi nails Dizi with a butt-bump.
Fifi hoists Dizi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Dizi crash
ing hard to the mat.
Fifi whips Dizi into the turnbuckle, but Dizi reverses it.
Dizi charges in with cartwheel splash.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes, but Fifi reverses it.
Fifi hits Dizi with a kick.
Fifi shows her assets.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".
Fifi goes for a chokehold, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi punches Fifi.
Dizi kicks Fifi.
Dizi kicks Fifi.
Fifi chops Dizi.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Dizi kicks Fifi.
Dizi punches Fifi.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
Dizi hits a dropkick on Fifi.

JR: Dizi has Fifi against the ropes.

King: I wish I was refereeing this match.

JR: Irish whip... Fifi reveresed it!!!!

King: Dizi is coming off the ropes!!!!

JR: Oh dear Lord!!!! Dizi missed with a cross bodyblock!!!!

King: I bet she needs mouth to mouth.

JR: Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Dizi executes a baseball slide on Fifi.
Dizi goes for a wristlock, but Fifi reverses it.
Dizi grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Fifi takes Dizi down with an airplane spin.
Fifi goes for an arm bar, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi hits a baseball slide on Fifi.
Dizi goes for a snapmare, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi uses a butt-bump on Dizi.
Fifi nails Dizi with an airplane spin.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.

JR: This has been some match, King.

King: Yes, it has, two beautiful women with two glorious sets of...

JR: Wrestling moves!

King: Right.

JR: Dizi takes Fifi off her feet with a baseball slide.
Fifi rolls to the outside.
Dizi goes out after her.

JR: Dizi whipped Fifi into the corner post!

King: Poor Fifi!

JR: Dizi has Fifi by the hair. She's rolling her back into the ring.
Dizi follows in.
Fifi is trying to get to her feet.
Dizi gets an inside cradle on Fifi!
The referee is in position!
The referee is counting!
One... Two... Fifi kicks out!

King: Go Fifi!!

JR: Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes.
Dizi nearly decapitates Fifi with a clothesline.
Dizi's got Fifi by the hair!

King: That's hair pulling! Get in there ref!

JR: Dizi sets Fifi up for a vertical suplex.
Dizi has Fifi up! She's holding her!
Dizi sends Fifi crashing to the mat!
That move might have broken Fifi in half!

King: Come on, Fifi! Don't let her treat you like that!

JR: Dizi is back up.

Fifi catches Dizi in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns Fifi to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.
Fifi executes the Duster on Dizi.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Fifi whips Dizi into the turnbuckle.
Fifi runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Fifi puts Dizi in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns Fifi to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.
Fifi goes for a front facelock, but Dizi counters it with a backdrop.
Dizi takes Fifi down with a bulldog.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.

JR: Fifi just took a cheap shot and now Dizi is against the ropes.

King: I still wish I were the referee.

JR: Fifi is using the ropes to choke Dizi!!!

King: She has to the count of five to release.

Ref: 1!!!!
2!!!!
3!!!!
4!!!!

JR: Fifi let her go.

Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi goes for a wristlock, but Fifi counters it with a lariat.
Fifi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Fifi with a clothesline.
Dizi goes for leg scissors, but Fifi blocks it.
Fifi whips Dizi into the ropes, but Dizi reverses it.
Fifi hits Dizi with a clothesline.
Fifi runs into the ropes.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Fifi hits Dizi with a kick.
Fifi runs into the ropes.
Fifi misses with a kick.
Dizi hits Fifi with a clothesline.
Dizi hits Fifi with a baseball slide.
Dizi sends Fifi into the turnbuckle.
Dizi runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Fifi moves out of the way.
Fifi locks Dizi in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns Fifi to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.

JR: Dizi is on the top rope.

King: That's the high rent district.

JR: Fifi just hammered Dizi with a hard right hand!!!!

King: Dizi is in trouble.

JR: Dizi takes Fifi down with a bulldog.
Dizi whips Fifi into the ropes, but Fifi reverses it.
Dizi misses with an elbow.
Fifi misses with a clothesline.
Fifi hits an armdrag takedown on Dizi.
Fifi executes a butt-bump on Dizi.

JR: This has been a great match.
These two women appear to be pretty evenly matched.

King: I think Fifi has the edge in experience, JR. Besides look at that outfit! Woo hoo!

JR: Fifi tries a chop, but Dizi ducks it.
Dizi gets Fifi from behind.

King: I love the way that sounds!

JR: Dizi executes a back suplex on Fifi.
Dizi is holding on!
Dizi executes another back suplex on Fifi!
Dizi still has a hold of her!
Dizi's going for one more!
Dizi slams Fifi with another back suplex!

King: Come on, Fifi! Get away from her!

JR: Dizi is back to her feet.
Fifi doesn't appear to be moving much!
Dizi is signaling! She's going for the Dizi Sleeper!

King: Get up Fifi!!

JR: The Dizi Sleeper is locked on!
Fifi is in trouble!
The referee is checking Fifi!
Fifi submits!
Dizi has won! She's going to Bruisermania!

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Dizi!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Witherspoon is in the training room again, slamming his fists into a punching bag. Dr. Oliver is standing behind him, looking rather exasperated with him.)

Dr. Oliver: A TLC match?!? Are you insane!

Witherspoon: My shrink is still trying to determine that.

(Witherspoon slams his fist into the bag, spinning around and hitting the bag with the back of his right heel.)

Dr. Oliver: Do you want to be paralyzed? Is that it? Or is your goal to give me a tumor?

Witherspoon: Naw, maybe I'm paying you back for shooting me down in high school.

Dr. Oliver: Oh my God! Are we going to get into this again?

Witherspoon: I was kidding ok, d@mn.

(Witherspoon slams his left knee into the bag, followed by a one two with his fists.)

Dr. Oliver: I'm not. You could not walk away from Bruisermania.

Witherspoon: Please, that worthless Russian freak can't touch me.

Dr. Oliver: Under normal conditions, yes.

Witherspoon: Under any conditions.

Dr. Oliver: Your back is the least of your worries Christopher.

(Witherspoon scowls at the use of his full name and slams his right fist full on into the bag, making the chains creak in protest.)

Dr. Oliver: Scotty Scott is also distracting you.

Witherspoon: let's not get into that (Witherspoon slams his leg into the bag with a kick, causing it to creak more.) Shall we?

(Dr. Oliver frowns and glares at Spoon, ignoring him.)

Dr. Oliver: Then there are other... distractions.

(Witherspoon slams his body into the punching bag, pulling heavily against it, the chains holding it in place snapping free. He spins around twice and throws the bag across the room, slamming it into a pile of chairs, which crash to theground noiselessly. Witherspoon turns to Dr. Oliver, his light blue eyes blazing as he shots into her face. She holds his gaze levaly.)

Witherspoon: I'm sick and *bleep*ing tired of everyone bringing that up! Everyone seems to think that I am o easily distracted. I mean *bleep*ing come on! It *bleeps* me off! No one has any confidence in me to prioritize!

Dr. Oliver: It's because you let women get to you, idiot. You like her. It's not exactly difficult to see. Now what you need to do, is either let her know, or get over it, because if you don't fight with your whole mind, you are going to be injured. permanaty. If not this month then later. And if you yell at me again Christopher, I will beat your @$$

(Witherspoon frowns at her heavily as the camera fades)

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale sitting in a chair in front of the camera. He is drinking from a bottle of water. He sees the red light is on and puts down the bottle.)

Dale: I finally get my match with Scotty. After all this time I get to face Scotty in a wonderful match... a hardcore match... A DANGEROUS MATCH. Any match with weapons is a good match. Hardcore matches are awesome. The feeling when you smack someone with a steel chair, or break a wooden object over someone, or slam a body through a table... it is just great. The matches are especially great if your having it to end a feud... what better way to end a feud than a hardcore match? I can already see the weapons flying! Blood spurting... man, I love it! There is no other match like it! There never will be a match like it. EVER.

(Dale caps his bottom just now noticing he had it in his hand. He looks back toward the camera again.)

Dale: I can't wait for it... I can't wait to let the weapons fly and breaks things over Scotty.

?: Dale.... there you are...

Dale: Oh god... I know that voice... god help me. What the hell do you want Bole?

Bole: Interview for your match...

Dale: Fine. Make it quick though...

Bole: How are those voices by the way?

Dale: Supressed by pills.

Bole: Oh... Well should we get to it then?

Dale: Err, sure.

Bole: Your first hardcore match in the BMWF... how do you feel?

Dale: I feel great. The pain that I could be in after the match is making me a little nervous, other than that I can't wait.

Bole: Will it end your Feud with Scotty?

Dale: It should... I think the feud died out a few weeks ago. But hey, nothing lasts forever, and this match will signal the end of a dying feud. It's all good, Scotty and I can move on to better things. Greater things.

Bole: That's good news... I think. Well Dale... any last words? I have to go...

Dale: No... Leave...

(Bole Walks off.)

Dale: Idiot... well I'm out... bye.

(The scene fades.)

(In the Syndicate locker room, the Judge is sitting on a chair, talking to Witherspoon who is sitting a table flipping through the newspaper and smoking a cigarette.)

Judge: Look, all I'm saying is I'm not sure if the Syndicate is going to last much longer without Scotty Scott.

Witherspoon: *bleep* Scotty. The Syndicate will endure. You just focus on your match against Lowedown.

(The Judge starts to respond when the door opens and Ash and Donnie walk in. The Judge stops talking.)

Ash: Wow, look at that silence. You two having a private conversation or something? You saw how keeping secrets worked with Scotty didn't you?

Donnie: What's going on, guys?

Witherspoon: The Judge was simply under the impression that The Syndicate was going to fold.

Ash: Why would it fail? You think Scotty was the glue that held us together? You think that failed moron had anything do to with our success? Hell, if nothing else we should be bigger and better without him holding us back.

Judge: I'm just saying I'm not sure what's going to happen now that Scotty is out. It just seems like there's an empty space without him.

Ash: Judge, listen to me. We aren't going anywhere. This group is better now than it was a week ago, we didn't need Scotty, he needed us. Besides, we have bigger things to worry about, like standing up for our boy Donnie and getting some payback for his attack by Dread.

Donnie: Don't worry about that- it's not important. Right now, our first priority is Bruisermania, specifically the Judge's match against Lowedown.

Witherspoon: Well, I'm not saying he doesn't need to train, but he really doesn't have to worry seeing as how he has a slight... advantage in the ring with him.

Ash: Yeah, well we'll see about that. Besides if the Judge handles his business it should matter what I do in the ring.

(The door opens, Dizi wanders in and smiles brightly at everyone.)

Dizi: Hi!

Donnie: Diz, what'd I tell you about being in the locker room when we're meeting?

Dizi: (shrugs) Not to be here.

Ash: Then why are you here? The door doesn't say playground does it?

Dizi: I'm hungry.

Ash: Donnie? Is this seriously happening? I know you aren't her keeper, but come on.

Donnie: Fine, go get something to eat....

Dizi: I don't have any money. (smiles at Witherspoon) Spoon!! How're you feeling? I haven't seen much of you since you got back.

Witherspoon: (Smirk slightly) You never call anymore Danielle. My house is al lonely.

Judge: Donnie, she definitely needs to leave. She's a distraction.

Donnie: Yeah, yeah...

(Dizi starts to wander over towards Spoon, but Donnie catches her arm)

Donnie: Look, the craft table is set up and the concession stands should all be open... (shoves some money into her hand) Go find something.

Dizi: You feeling okay, Bubba?

Donnie: I'm fine, we just have things to talk about.

Dizi: I mean, after last week when Dreadlocks beat you up?

Donnie: Dreadnaught. And I'm fine. Go get something to eat.

(Donnie propels Dizi to the door.)

Dizi: He really shouldn't of done that.

Donnie: It's not important, Dizi, now go on.

(Dizi smiles and waves at the group as Donnie shoves her out the door.)

Donnie: Okay, I'm sorry about that... she should know better.

Ash: Look, let's ignore the kindergarden student there and get back to the topic on hand.

Donnie: Right, right. First of all, for tonight... Ash and Judge are going up against Lowedown and Ryushi Fujita. Best outcome for that match is an injury to Lowedown- something that will slow him down next week.

Judge: I like the sound of that, and I already have something in mind.

Donnie: Also, Witherspoon is teaming with Kevin Storm against Alexiei Romanov and Vlad.

Witherspoon: No need to worry about that. It's taken care of.

Ash: Looks like we're all squared away tonight then. This should be some proof that we're as good now as we were with Scotty.

Donnnie: It's all good. But, there's one final thing I'd like to mention.

Ash: And that is?

Donnie: I think we need to start looking around at the talent. See if there's anyone we might want to invite to join us. Build our numbers a little, strengthen the group.

Ash: I get the picture. The more eyes to watch our back the better, and if we can get somebody we'll be even stronger than we were with Scotty. I'll see if I can't think of somebody that's worthy of this distinction.

Judge: I think I may have a few people in mind.

Witherspoon: Yea, I've been looking at a few people as well. Figured with Scotty Splitting we might need some new talent.

FADE

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up as the arena lights
dim, and a video package begins to play.)
 
Voiceover: Bedlam, November 8th 2004
 
(We see various images of Ezekiel, Hardcore
Harry, Master Z and Ravven)
 
Voiceover: IT was time for titles to be Unified,
four champions faced off in the ring.
 
(Various action scenes flash over the screen)
 
Voiceover: That night would start a journey.
(The match footage plays (INQUISITION on
Hardcore Harry! Ezekiel with a great chance,
he goes to pin Hardcore Harry… Jack Slone
counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.

*DING DING* 
LILLY: The winner...and NEW...er...The winner
is Ezekiel!
KING: Which title will Ezekiel keep?)
 
Voiceover: A pertinent question indeed, one that
was answered in much controversy.
 
(We see Ezekiel in the ring with a briefcase.  As
he is about to announce which title he is keeping
he is attacked by The Judge.  The Judge then opens
the briefcase showing the Intercontinental title.)
 
Voiceover: What happened next will go down in
history.  The best out of five matches for the
Intercontinental title.
 
(We see The Judge going ahead by two, after the first
two matches.  Ezekiel pulls it back to two all heading
into  Season’s Beatings)
 
Voiceover: Heading into Season’s Beatings the challenger
was much fancied, however the Light was strong.
(We see clips of the pin falls in the Iron Man match, with
the eventual winner, Ezekiel having his hand raised by
the referee)
 
Voiceover: A new challenger emerged, a friend from old.
(We see various attacks from Tobey Miliken on Ezekiel. 
Tobey crushing Ezekiel, and the next week burning him. 
We see the fallout; Ezekiel needing to wear a mask to
protect his face as it repairs from the crushing.)
 
Voiceover: But events conspired on Tobey.
 
(We see the New Union collapse as Tobey is attacked by
Hardcore Harry)
 
Voiceover: Now tonight Hardcore Harry has his chance
for an Intercontinental shot at Bruisermania.  If he beats
Tobey tonight, next week it will be a deadly triangle,
Ezekiel vs Tobey Miliken vs Hardcore Harry.

>>>
  
JR: We are getting ready for more wrestling action…
 
(The camera shows Kevin Storm walking in the backstage area. Suddenly, a bat is placed in front of him. Quickly he is forced against the concrete wall, and the bat is at his throat. The camera pulls back to reveal Dreadnaught on the other end of the bat.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, K, let’s make this quick. My name is Dreadnaught, and I break fools around here! And you…you did the right thing last week when you didn’t crack Spirit. That is the ONLY reason you are still breathing through your nostrils right now! That was one good decision you made.
 
(Dreadnaught tightens the grip on the bat as Storm begins to struggle to breathe.)
 
Dreadnaught: Now, I want you to make another good decision! STAY AWAY FROM BLACK AND SPIRIT! This is your warning, one more move in the wrong decision, and I will send you to ICU easier than Black and I became World Tag Team Champs! The streets is watching Storm, and I would have to have you die…IN BETWEEN WORLDS! I came to bring the pain! And now…you have been warned! Don’t test the Thug!
 
(Dreadnaught loosens his grip and stares right into the eyes of Storm.)
 
JR: The Thug is completely serious here King!
 
(Dreadnaught drops the glare and turns around, walking down the hall. The camera focuses on Storm.)

>>>

JR: Michael Bole is backstage with the man who will be fighting for the World title next week at Bruisermania!

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing in front of the Syndicate locker room. Standing next to him, wearing a Bruisermania 2005 shirt and holding his gavel, is The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, at the final Bedlam before your World title shot, you are in a big match, teaming with the referee for your World title shot against our World Champion and the Ryushi Fujita.

Judge: By me teaming with Ash tonight, it shows where his loyalty lies. Everyone thinks that because Ash is brothers with Lowedown, that Ash is going to turn on me at Bruisermania and help Lowedown. Well I'm sorry kids, but that sounds a little too storybook-ish to me! The fact is, Ash recognizes true talent when he sees it, that's why he, along with Scotty Scott, trained me to go after the World title! Ash desperately wants to see a TRUE World Champion in the BMWF, and he will no doubt be on my side at Bruisermania next week!

Bole: But what about the match tonight?

Judge: Like I said, Ash knows true talent when he sees it, and I am pretty sure he won't be impressed when he looks across the ring tonight at our opponents. Lowedown has been a pretty good champion, but it's about time we end the dinosaur's long and boring run and start off this year on the right foot! As far as tonight goes, tonight is just a little preview of what's in store for next week, Ash and I standing victorious with Lowedown laying on the mat, embarassed and defeated.

Bole: Well last week there appeared to be rifts in the Syndicate as Scotty Scott quit and attacked Ash, prompting a match between the two at Bruisermania!

Judge: Scotty Scott did what he needed to do, and I will respect that. I know, although he can't interfere in my match, he will be sitting in the back and cheering me on. Ash and Scotty don't agree on much, but they do agree that I deserve to be the BMWF World Champion more than Lowedown!

Bole: Judge, apparently there is going to be a "This is your Life Lowedown" segment tonight...are you in any way involved with this?

Judge: No, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I will say this. After I win the World title from Lowedown at Bruisermania next week, I'm declaring the following Bedlam "Judge Appreciation Day!"

Bole: Any final things you want to say before you go?

Judge: Yeah, give me this mic and get out of my way.

(The Judge grabs the mic from Bole and pushes him out of the camera's view.)

Judge: Lowe, Bruisermania is just around the corner, it seems closer now that it did back in January when I became the number one contender. Well, this is about the time you start getting nervous, knowing that your prestigious World title reign is about to be ended. In fact, I think this is about the time when you start shaking, maybe getting little butterflies in your stomach. In January, I did the impossible and defeated nine other men in the Elimination Chamber, but that was just a taste of what I have in store for you next week. Next week, you will be locked inside a Steel Cage with me, with nothing but steel and barbed wire between us and the outside. I promise you, you will be put through the most hellacious match of your entire career, and when my arm is raised as the winner of the match and you look up at the man who just ended your career, you will forever remember the name of The Judge!

(The Judge walks off as we fade.)
 

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