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

 (The Sound of a Whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. "Stop Looking/Start Seeing" by Papa Roach.)

JR: It's time to make the Master Z, Tamer match official.

King: A love a contract signing someone always gets hurt!

JR: King! Tamer has the contract in hand!

(Tamer slaps the fans hands as he makes his way down the ramp and steps in the ring. Tamer sets the contract down on the table then pounds on his chest and points to all the fans. Tamer grabs a mic off the table.)

Tamer: Let's go. Come on Master Z. get out here so we can take of business.

("Victory" blasts over the speaker system. Master Z emerges from behind the entrance curtain. Master Z flexes his massive biceps then continues to the ring bypassing the outstretched hands of the fans at ringside. Master Z jumps up to the apron and then enters through. the ropes. He grabs a mic off the table and gets in the face of Tamer.)

JR: Michael Bole is in the ring to oversee the proceedings.

Bole: If we could just get both your signatures on this contract. Make this an easy process.

Tamer: Bole, shut up! This is it right here, Master Z. You decided to "take me out". Well thus far. Mission failed. And at BruiserMania we'll see if you can actually take me down for the one, two, three. Don't worry though you'll get to use your Brass Knuckles and all the other little illegal methods you've acquired to climb up the ladder. It's all legal. Anything goes. All you really have to do is pin me in the ring. Most people probably think you're going to beat me out right. That you'll destroy me. And maybe you will. But then again maybe you wont. I live for that. Beating the odds. Shocking the masses. When the one, two, three falls and everyone cheers in awe.

(Tamer looks down at the contract and flips to the back page. Tamer grabs the pen and signs it as the fans cheer. Tamer slams the pen back down on the table and steps back so that Master Z can sign.)

Master Z: You don't sound very sure of yourself, Tamer! You want to make this match official? That's fine by me. You want to make it a street fight? Again, I'm good with that. One thing you have to realize is that you don't have nine lives like those cats at the circus!

JR: Did Master Z just imply that Tamer came from a circus?
KING: I think so, JR! HA HA!

Master Z: This may look like a match contract to everyone else, but it reality you just signed a death wish!

(Master Z leans down and signs the contract as the fans cheer..)

Michael Bole: Well Now that the contract signing is complete I'll just take this back to Mr. Bruiser and...

(Master Z takes a step backwards followed by another keeping his eyes on Tamer the entire time.)

JR: That's it? Master Z is going to leave peacefully? I can't believe that!

Tamer: Hey Z!  Don't forget...

(Tamer clears his throat and smiles.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!

(Master Z lifts a leg and kicks the side of the table sending it jabbing into the gut of Tamer.)

JR: Master Z just knocked the wind out of Tamer!

Master Z is pummeling Tamer with a pair of brass knuckles he has pulled out of his pocket!

(Tamer, knowing that he won't survive another knuck shot, rolls Master Z over and starts laying in lefts and rights of his own.)

JR: Security rushes the ring and pulls the two men apart!

(Master Z yells and struggles with the security as he is pulled to the back. Tamer grins.)


JR: This one is going to be a slobberknocker! I can't wait for  BruiserMania!

>>>

(Aquatic is standing by with Michael Bole, wearing sunglasses and dressed in all leather.)

Bole: Aquatic, tonight you have a qualifying match for Alexis's Bruisermania ladder challenge. You've never faced Kim Gail before. Any strategy?

Aquatic: Kim's a fine wrestler. I've teamed with her before. I'll win.

Bole: Any elaboration?

Aquatic: No. Next question.

Bole: If this is because I stopped hanging out with you, it's Bruiser's policy that the interviewers not get chummy with the wrestlers, even if-

Aquatic: It's not. Next question.

Bole: Fine. Now Aquatic, you've faced Alexis Terrion before. Do you think you can handle her in a ladder match, should you advance to Bruisermania?

Aquatic: (whipping off her sunglasses and staring at Michael Bole.) Michael, I beat Alexis at Final Countdown. It's only because she only lost by countout that she retained her title. A cowardly action. Last minute, I beat her in under three minutes by pinfall. 1. 2. 3. If she didn't negotiate to make the match non-title, I would be the champion today. Now, just because she's afraid to face me, she's throwing other women and a ladder into the equation. I wouldn't be surprised if she was already paying off one of them to target me.

Bole: Now, if you and Danielle were both in that ladder match-

Aquatic: We'd work together as a cohesive unit. That's the optimum situation.

Bole: But what if it comes down to the two of you?

Aquatic: Then we cross that bridge when we come to it. (Pause.) I have no qualms with her leaving the ring with that title. And I'll let her climb the ladder if that's the best way to make sure the title stays in our little group. But if I see an opening, I'm taking it. I wait for no one. Clear?

Bole: Crystal.

(Aquatic dons her shades and exits.)

Bole: She's such a horrible interview.

King: I think people would pay more attention if she flashed the camera.

Bole: Yeah, probably.

JR: FOCUS!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

(A text image appears on the BruiserTron.)

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

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

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

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

(Aquatic takes a microphone.)

Aquatic: Kim Gail, I have no problem with you. In fact, I have a lot of respect for you. If this match wasn't a qualifying match for the Women's Title Match at Bruisermania, I might even take it easy on you. As it stands, however, it is. So for this promo, I have a list of Asian jokes!

(Aquatic pulls out a list and clears her throat.)

Aquatic: Wait…I'm half-Asian. Hmm..there's a specifally Korean joke on here…okay, here goes. One day Will Smith and his Korean friend went to a Korean restaurant. The Korean guy ordered rice with kimchi chigae. Will Smith didn't know what to get, so he said to come back later. The Korean guy went to the bathroom after he ordered.

Aquatic: Then the waiter came to Will Smith and asked him what he would like to order. Will Smith said, "yea I want a bowl of rice." The waiter then asked, "what would you like with that?" and Will Smith said, "yea...I want chigae with it" so when the friend got back he asked what Will Smith got with his bowl of rice and Will Smith said " gettin chigae with it"

(The crowd groans.)

Aquatic: That bad, huh? Stupid AsianJoke.com…

(Aquatic hands the mike off, rips up the list and begins stretching.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada...
Weighing in at 120 pounds...

Kim Gail

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

Aquatic locks up with Kim Gail.
Kim Gail falls backward monkey-flipping Aquatic.
Aquatic lands on her feet and nails Kim with a spinning back kick.

King: Aquatic can counter her own moves? That's like giving her opponents a how-to manual!

(Aquatic throws Kim with a belly-to-belly suplex, then kips up and begins to twitch. The crowd gives a moderate cheer.)

JR: The crowd cheers that, but it just worries me.

Aquatic locks Kim in a Boston Crab.
Kim makes it the ropes, but Aquatic just flips her over and yanks her off.
Aquatic slingshots Kim into the turnbuckle and rolls her up, but hse only gets a 2 count.

Aquatic goes for an Asai moonsault, but Kim Gail side-steps and Aquatic
only hits air.
Kim Gail takes Aquatic down with a spear.
Kim Gail is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Kim Gail runs into the ropes.
Aquatic takes Kim Gail down with a dropkick.
Aquatic takes Kim Gail down with a German suplex.
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat.
Rick Patrick counts: One, Aquatic lifts a shoulder, kickout.
Aquatic hits spinning heel kick on Kim Gail.
The crowd is going crazy.
Aquatic hits a back elbow on Kim Gail.
Aquatic hits Kim Gail with a snap suplex.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Kim Gail counters it with a facerake.
Kim Gail goes for a bodyslam, but Aquatic counters it with a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Kim Gail blocks it.
Kim Gail runs into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with a shoulderblock.
Aquatic hits Kim Gail with an elbow.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
There are lots of chants for Aquatic.
Aquatic takes Kim Gail down with a brainbuster.
Aquatic almost takes Kim Gail's head off with a flying lariat

JR: Aquatic whips Kim Gail into the ropes!

Kim Gail jumps on Aquatic's shoulders and attempts a reverse victory roll, but Aquatic pulls her back up.
Aquatic drops Kim behind her, and grabs her neck on the way down.
Aquatic pulls Kim Gail back up by her neck.

King: Go ahead...

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Kim Gail.
Aquatic goes for the cover.
The referee counts: 1,2,3.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner....going to the Bruisermania Women's Title Match...AQUATIC!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera cuts to the Prime Time locker room. Vernon is alone when Dizi wanders in, unannounced, and glances around.)

Dizi: Where is Vern?

(Vernon has his back turned.)

Vernon: I'm right here. Who wants to know? (He turns around and sees Dizi.) Oh. What do you want?

(Dizi smiles brightly at Vern.)

Dizi: Well, I wouldn't mind something to eat...

Vernon: And I'm involved in this...how?

Dizi: You're not. But, since you asked what I wanted, I answered.

Vernon: Okay then. So what can I actually do for you then? Do you need help finding the exit? If you turn around, it'll be in front of you.

Dizi: I can find the exit. I'm not stupid. I'm actually extremely bright. I scored 2 standard deviations above the mean on the Wexler.

Vernon: I knew there was something deviant lurking in there. I dread asking, but what brings you in my direction?

Dizi: Exactly!

Vernon: Exactly?

(Dizi nods and begins to wander around the locker room.)

Dizi: That's who it's about. See, I thought he was really wrong last week, but Donnie doesn't seem to care. But, I don't like it when people hurt my twin, so I want something to be done about it. And some popcorn chicken.

Vernon: Ah, you must mean Dreadnaught. I saw what he did to Donnie last week. Brilliant piece of work. Let's make the connection here now. What do you want me to do about it?

Dizi: Well... would a chainsaw and loss of limbs be a little too much? I mean, I just figured since you don't like Dreadlocks and I don't like Dreadlocks, maybe we could help each other out...

Vernon: Ah! A collaborative effort, eh? Hmmm. I was planning a little something in Dread's honour. I suppose it would be nice and humiliating if I let you play a small role.

Dizi: Fabulous! Because I would really, really like him to know that I disapprove of Dreadlocks hurting my brother. (smiles at Vern for a minute) So, does that mean you don't have any popcorn chicken?

Vernon: I'm afraid I'm fresh out, darling. But perhaps we could get some chicken popping ourselves...

Dizi: Oh, do you cook?

Vernon: Well, yes, I do. Wait, that's not what I was getting at. I mean, I was making a reference to Dreadnaught's cowardice, and the act of beating, or popping, him. Partial to any particular weapons, babe?

Dizi: Well, I've seen what you do to people that make you unhappy, so I figured I'd leave the specifics up to you. (smiles at Vern) I've admired your work...

(Vernon grins and move closer to Dizi.)

Vernon: What do you think of...chairs?

Dizi: I like chairs! I saw this really nice antique chair last weekend at this little store back home...

Vernon: That's lovely. How about...barbed wire?

Dizi: Well, I feel kind of sorry for the cows...

(Vernon circles behind Dizi.)

Vernon: Compassion, eh? How about...(he leans in and whispers into her ear) brass knuckles?

Dizi: Wow... you really don't like cows, do you?

Vernon: Babe, we're talking Dreadnaught now. (He winks at her.) We'll worry about the cows later.

Dizi: Oh, yeah... Dreadlocks! So, you want to tie him to a chair with barbed wire and hit him with brass knuckles? Because I'm good with all that.

Vernon: Now you're speaking my language. I tell you what. Let's go grab something from the concession stand and work out our plot. I'll bet they've got popcorn chicken. My treat.

(Dizi smiles brightly at Vern and impulsively hugs him.)

Dizi: Jammin! I wonder if they have nachos, too?

(The pair leave the dressing room as the camera....)

FADES

(Backstage, we see Michael Bole standing in between two massive
Russians, the former Hardcore Champion Alexei Romanov and BMWF
newcomer, Vlad. Beside Bole is the mouthpiece of the duo, P.J. Sykes.)

BOLE: Good evening, folks. I'm back here with a pretty formidable new
tag team in the BMWF, Alexei Romanov and Vlad. I guess the best thing
I can ask first is to Alexei. Mainly, you didn't show a lot of
interest in this tag team after last week, suggesting that each of you
should focus on other things--

ALEXEI: Hold it right there, Bole. If you're trying to stir up
trouble, it isn't going to work. Not once did I mention a lack of
interest in this tag team. My objective is simply to provide the both
of us with the right opportunity at the right time. That's also my
objective behind tonight.

BOLE: The reason you challenged Witherspoon and Kevin Storm?

ALEXEI: Right, Bole. The reason I challenged them is simple. Next
week, at Bruisermania, Vlad will be going one-on-one with Witherspoon
in a TLC match. And also, as I'm sure you've seen, my proposition to
the suits in this company has paid off. So, consider this a challenge
with very little meaning... Kevin Storm, I'm done with you. I'm done
listening to you, dealing with you, and quite frankly, I'm just done.
So, at Bruisermania, I will be all done with you. You and I in a very
dangerous, very entertaining Scaffold Match. And, if you don't like
it, you can take it up with the back of my hand.

BOLE: Well, you heard it here, Alexei Romanov versus Kevin Storm in a
Scaffold Match at Bruisermania! That should be--

SYKES: Hey, hold it right there. There's much more important things
than a stupid little scaffold match. You have my boy Vlad making his
Bruisermania debut! Not only that, but he's gonna have enough tables,
ladders and chairs to turn 'Spoon into a fork. Hahaha . . . fork, get
it? You see Bole, this will be, by far, the match of the night, worthy
of all the fan's money, it's what they will be waiting to see.

BOLE: I'm sure there's a few other guys who would like to think otherwise--

SYKES: Then let 'em! Let 'em all doubt us! This has always been the
case, people underestimating my boy, however they were the ones eating
the dirt in the end.

BOLE: Well, I guess we really shouldn't. Vlad, what are your thoughts
on this match?

VLAD: Oh yes, Vlad . . .

SYKES: Whoa, whoa, whoa . . . Bole, I think you should know by now, I
always do the talkin' and Vlad does the walkin'.

ALEXEI: Hey, little man, shut it. Vlad wants to talk. So let him. Go
ahead, Vlad.

VLAD: Ghmmm . . . ghmmm

(Vlad clears his throat, and tries to put his point across,
concentrating really hard.)

VLAD: Ok . . . Witherspoon tough, but we tougher. He have big name
carry on shoulders, we have Russian momentum behind us. Alexei most
Hardcore wrestler in BMWF, Vlad is best conditioned athlete. Now you
calculate, and get result . . . We are the best team in BMWF.

BOLE: . . . calculate? I think I missed some of that. What is he talking about?

ALEXEI: Let me give it to you in plain English. Spoon, get ready,
because we're coming out there as two very big, very angry, and
slightly unbalanced Russians, ready and waiting to beat the hell out
of you.

SYKES: Ehmm....DAMN RIGHT! And now, here's a little PJ moto, for your
Monday night service. Vlad and Alexei and going all the way!

(As the trio starts to walk off, Bole stops them)

BOLE: Wait a second! What about Kevin Storm?

(With a smirk, Alexei turns to face Bole.)

ALEXEI: What about him?

(With that, the group departs and the shot fades...)

>>>

(The camera opens to Ash pacing in The Syndicate locker room, a thoughtful look on his face. The door swings open suddenly, causing him to look up. The camera pans over showing Witherspoon standing in the door way. He walks into the room, letting the door swing shut. Spoon corsses his arms over his chest and stares levelly at Ash. Ash returns his gaze.)

Witherspoon: I've been hearing some slightly disturbing things Ash.

Ash: Yeah? Seems to be happening alot lately, what was it?

Witherspoon: Something along the lines that you think I am undeserving of being in this group, and that I am an underacheiver. Maybe I haven't been doing so great lately. Maybe I'm not the greatest star in this business. I've only been here a little longer then a Year Ash. And if you thought that about me, why not bring it to me. Cause of all the people in his stable I think I've talked to you the least. Makes me feel you don't like me.

Ash: Spoon, if you want more support buy a jock. Look I never said you were undeserving, but I did say you're an underachiever. You can take it as a bad thing, but I look at it more in the terms of you've got alot of potential. So you've only been here a year, so you're in a slump, sounds like excuses to me. And excuses don't get the job done Spoon. When we brought you in, I at least thouht you were going to be ready to work, ready to scrap your image and do whatever it took to be as you put it a "star in this business". But you know what Spoon, you've been pretty content to remain where you are, you've been content to pound the pavement and howl at the moon. Scotty brought you in Spoon, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing. But you need to make sure you don't follow his example. Don't fall into the trap of thinking you deserve anything in this business. You want to be a star, you have to go out and make yourself a star, nobody is going to do that for you. And as for that junk about talking and liking you, if you want a friend buy a puppy, I'm here to get your back and when needed show you how the world really is, not to hold your hand and be your nursemaid. That was Scotty's job.

(Witherspoon moves closer to Ash, glaring down at him. Ash returns his gaze. Spoon's mouth eventually twiches slightly and he nods.)

Witherspoon: I'm not about to give up and quite. I don't quit. At anything. I wasn't talking about friendship either. I'm talking about respect. I was getting the feeling that you might not respect me. I'm still not sure if you respect me. I have problems. I get that. I'm workin on fixin them. I'm not asking for support either. I'm asking that if you have a problem. Bring it up, so we can get it settled, and no more of this *bleep* happens, cause it's agravating.

Ash: Spoon, I'm going to lay this out and it might be too blunt to swallow, but here it is. I respect you, but I, like everyone else in this federation only respect you as much as you deserve. You can't ask for respect you have to earn it, and while fighting it out in the trenches and showing you're a constant competitor is a good start, it's not going to get you everything you want. Eventually you have to reach beyond your borders, you have to start aiming for a target a little farther than you are comfortable shooting at. You have to start accomplishing something, and not just attempting. Look, I'll be honest. You were Scotty's boy, and as far as I was concerned, his project. The fact that you haven't reached for the stars like the Judge has since you've been here is as far as I'm concerned his fault. If I was you I'd be looking for him to settle that score because I think he gave you a pretty raw deal. That's why I never came to you with it, cause I considered it his problem. Since it appears Scotty's guidance has failed you, are you asking me for some help? If you're wanting me to help you reach for some of what the Judge has gotten, you're going to have to ask for it Spoon.

Witherspoon: I guess I'm askig for help then. These past couple of months have been rough. Nothing at all like the earlier days. I have power and talent, but it hasn't been trained. I'm not ashamed to admit that. It helps in the ring, cause I do things no one is expecting, but it doesn't help to much. I let Kolic take my belt from me, and then I let Master Z Cripple me. I'm sick of this Ash, I really am. As far as things between me and Scotty... Let's not get into that.

(Ash looks at Spoon for a few seconds and then continues.)

Ash: Spoon, it's like they say in rehab, the first step is admitting you have a problem. Consider this career rehab. You aren't goign to like it, and it's going to be hard on you, but in the end you should come out all the better for it. Look, take tonight, focus on what you need to get done. And I'll see you bright and early tommorrow morning. Congratulations Spoon, tommorrow is going to be the first day of the rest of your career.

(Ash stands and hits Spoon in the arm in a knowing manner. Ash heads out into the hallway as Spoon sits pondering the decision he's just made in the locker room.)

>>>

(The scene opens showing Tamer is sitting in a room alone. Tamer looks up at the camera and shakes his head.)
 
Tamer: Do you ever feel like just when you’ve gotten everything in your life sorted out? It gets mess up again. The second one thing is fixed something else breaks. Right when you’re about to take out the trash more piles up right behind you. It seems to be a repeating cycle in my life. This whirlwind hits and I sort it out then piece-by-piece I clean up the mess. Then the second its clean another whirlwind makes a bigger mess then the last one. The whirlwind already hit, the mess with Danielle, the fury f Witherspoon, and the outburst of Master Z. Now I am sorting it out piece by piece. Figuring out how to handle and clean things up. Fix what is broken. Then again I guess you can’t be really mad at a mess that you helped make. I know some of the hectic ness that is in my life only has one person who can be blamed for it and that is me.
 
(Tamer stands from the chair and kicks it to the side.)
 
Tamer: I will not let myself be faltered. Because there is the business side of my problems and the personal side and I will keep the two separate. I will not comment about Danielle here and now. I will however speak on Master Z and The Madman. Witherspoon right now you need to think about one thing. Why did I stop? Why didn’t I bash your skull in with that chair?  Why have I left you unscathed?
 
(Tamer smiles tapping his head.)
 
Tamer: As for Z… The Match is signed... We’ve both said our bits. We’ve both struck down upon one another. Really all that’s left is game time. We will walk into the arena. Get in front of a camera one last time. Speak our last words; attempt to play mind games with the other. We will walk out from behind the curtain with our music blaring and the fans responding. The adrenaline will begin to rush and the bell will ring… That is all that is left… Seven days stand between us. Tonight we get a taste of what’s to come. Just enough to tide us over till the big day.  The Road to BruiserMania ends here tonight. Tonight we are given the key to the front door…
 
(Tamer nods as the camera begins to fade.)
 
Tamer: Three…
 
FADE

>>>

(The camera fades to the BMWF parking lot, Witherspoon is leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He calmly closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He opens his eyes and gives the camera an angry stare as smoke rushes out of his mouth and nose.)

Witherspoon: It is obvious to me that a certain someone doesn’t have a clue what he has just talked himself into. Damn it, every *BLEEPING* time I am having a good day, this kinda thing has to happen. Here I was, planning my Bruisermania victory, when some idiot come out and disrespects me on live TV. This really hurts my feelings you know, it hurts because I guess now I will have to take time off my busy schedule to address the problem.

(As the camera zooms out, a sledgehammer is seen leaning against the wall, next to Witherspoon. He picks it up and holds it in front of him with both hands.)

Witherspoon: Legends like myself are a rare breed, lots have tried to live up to the Minnesota Madman, but I tragically ended their careers. Just like last year, at Bruisermania I will be ending Vlad’s short reign. I will be the full stop to his BMWF chapter, a chapter that’s not even a ‘has been’, but a ‘never was’.

(Witherspoon walks a few meters holding the sledgehammer, approaching Vlad’s black motorcycle. The impressive machine stands quietly in the parking lot corner.)

Witherspoon: Your party has angered me with your words, although pointless in context, they were representing your complete lack of respect for this place and its superstars. The madman will have to give you a taste of what’s to come, and I will start with a little demonstration.

(Witherspoon takes a step back, swings with the sledgehammer *SMASH* and breaks off one of the rear-view mirrors. He walks to the other side of the motorcycle. )

Witherspoon: If you talk trash to the madman, you won’t go unnoticed. Tonight, I will show you that I mean business.

(Witherspoon swings again *SMASH* and breaks off the other mirror, he then continues to break off the rear lights and smash the instrument panel *SMASH* * CRACK*. Witherspoon kicks the motorcycle off its stand and knocks it to the ground on its side. Witherspoon then goes on to unscrew the gas tank, causing the petrol to spill on the parking lot floor. He throws the sledgehammer on his shoulder and begins walking away, smoking his cigarette.)

Witherspoon: This is what will be left of your body when I’m finished with you at Bruisermanis Vlad, nothing but useless scrap.

(Having gained some distance, Witherspoon inhales deeply on his cigarette, smiles and flicks it behind his back, towards the motorcycle. The spilt petrol immediately catches fire as Witherspoon walks away towards the door. As Witherspoon approaches the door to exit the parking lot, the two most unlikely people walk out of the building; Vlad and PJ Sykes.)

Vlad: Then Vlad takes puck on left wing . . . dekes one guy, dekes other guy . . . only goalie left, takes slap shot and SCOOOOOORES!

PJ Sykes: Yes, yes, how exciting!

*KABOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

(Suddenly, the motorcycle explodes! It is thrown spinning into the air and it lands onto a nearby car, crashing through the windscreen *CRASH*. Vlad and PJ Sykes are both stunned in surprise. They turn their heads towards the flaming motorcycle scene, which is now turning into a flaming motorcycle AND car scene.)

Vlad: . . . Vlad’s BIKE!

PJ Sykes: . . . my c . . . MY CAR! What the *BLEEP*?

(Vlad and PJ Sykes notice Witherspoon standing a few meters away, smiling and holding a sledgehammer. PJ Sykes makes a guilty face (realizing the situation and acknowledging his actions), looks around himself, gently bites on his lip and cowardly starts backing away towards the door, leaving the two big men alone. Vlad continues staring at Witherspoon, he begins shaking, grunting and hyperventilating.)

Vlad: Ghrhghghgr . . . ghrhrhgrhghr

(Suddenly Vlad explodes towards Witherspoon, he grabs Witherspoon by the neck and pins him against the wall.)

Vlad: I KILL YOU . . . I KIIIIIILL YOOOOU!

(Witherspoon grabs the sledgehammer by the metal head with his right hand and smacks the back of Vlad’s head. Vlad quickly hits the ground; he grabs the back of his head while supporting himself on one of his knees. Witherspoon stands above him, holds the sledge hammer with both hands and swings at Vlad’s head, knocking Vlad unconscious on the parking lot floor.)

Witherspoon: See you in the ring *bleep*.

(Witherspoon drops the sledgehammer on the ground next to Vlad and starts walking away. Blood is pouring out of Vlad’s hockey mask, forming a small puddle on the ground.)

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

Led to the ring by PJ Sykes...
At a total combined weight of 625 pounds...
From Ukraine... weighing in at 345 pounds...
Alexei Romanov

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

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

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

LILLY: His partner...
From Novosybirsk, Syberia... weighing in at 280 pounds...
Vlad

(The lights begin to flicker and Vlad’s hockey mask appears on the Bruisetron. The ear-piercing squeal of Steve Vai’s guitar introduces the heavy chords of ‘Bad Horsie’ as Vlad appears at the top of the ramp. He is followed by PJ Sykes, dressed in an expensive leisure suit. Vlad begins a slow descend towards the ring, he appears unstable on his feet and is holding the back of his head.)
 
JR: Vlad doesn’t look that good following his encounter with Witherspoon, is he going through with this match?
 
(Vlad climbs into the ring and leans against one of the turnbuckles, still holding his head.)
 
King: This one should be fun.

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 515 pounds...
From Minneapolis... weighing in at 300 pounds...
Witherspoon

LILLY: His partner...
From Nowhere... weighing in at 215 pounds...
Kevin Storm

PA: WHAT!

(the arena lights flash quickly, as the Bruisertron shows a heavy thunderstorm rippin accross the prarie. Suddenly a funnel cloud stretches down from the sky, touching down on the ground, ripping up trees, earth, and houses.A guitar riff plays)

PA: AIEIEIE

(The guitar riff plays again as laughter echos accross the speakers. The guitar riff plays itself once more.)

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

(Trick Daddy's "Let's Go" blare from the speakers as the crowd booshim loudly. Witherspoon stands at the head of the stage, glaring out at the crowd. A short while latter Kevin Storm walks from the back and stands next to him, recieving a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

King: Spoonie! What are you doin with him!

JR: Trying to show a united front... I guess

King: But He's The Madman! He doesn't need this kids help!

JR: Alexei and Vlad work well together. Spoon and Kevin Storm are gonna need all the help they can get.

(Both men walk down to the ramp, sliding into the ring. Witherspoon Jumps onto a turnbuckle and spreads his arms, soaking in the crowds boos. He pulls of his hoody and tosses it to the ground, revealing he's still in a back brace. Kevin Storm is looking at Alexei Romanov)

JR: And it looks like the bad blood between Kevin and Alexei is still there...

(Kevin and Witherspoon go to there corner.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Witherspoon surges accross the ring and nails Alexei with a clothesline
Witherspoon Suplexes Alexei
Witherspoon locks Alexei with a headlock
Alexei struggle to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Alexei gets his foot on the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold after 4 seconds
Witherspoon chokes Alexei
Witherspoon drops it after 3 seconds
The ref warns Witherspoon
Witherspoon throws Alexei into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Alexei with an atomic drop
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2...kick out
Witherspoon catches Alexei with a powerbomb

King: Yea! Witherspoon is showing this rookie how it's done!

JR: He does seem to be functioning much better in the ring then last week
Witherspoon catches Alexei with a spinebuster
Witherspoon locks a boston crab on Alexei
Alexei screams in pain
the ref checks on Alexei
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref asks Alexei if he wants to quit
ALexei tries to reach the ropes
Witherspoon pulls him to the center of the ring
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Alexei struggles to break free
Alexei screams in pain

(Alexei stretches his hand out, having it hover above the net. Witherspoon leans back, tightening the hold. Suddenly Vlad flies from accross the ring, breaking the count. The ref yells and starts pushing Vlad out of the ring. As the Ref's back is turned Witherspoon pulls a pair of brass knuckles on his fist and nails Alexei across te forehead, knocking him over to Kevin Storm. Kevin Storm Chokes Alexei on the ropes as Witherspoon taunts the enraged Vlad. The ref gets Vlad out of the ring, and kevin Storm releases the choke on Alexei. Witherspoon walks over and slaps Alexei across the chest, driving him into the turnbuckle.)

King: Witherspoon and kevin Storm are working so well, don't you think!

JR: Both men are blatantly cheating!
Witherspoon lifts Alexei onto the top rope
Witherspoon taunts the crowd
Witherspoon gets booed loudly
Witherspoon Superplexes Alexeo
Witherspoon goes for the pin, holding Alexei's tights
1...2... Kick out!

Tags!

Vlad hits Witherspoon with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Vlad hits Witherspoon with a bodyslam.
Alexei Romanov enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Kevin Storm enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Vlad and Alexei Romanov whip Witherspoon into the ropes.
They hit Witherspoon with a double fist to the midsection.
Vlad and Alexei Romanov whip Witherspoon into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Witherspoon with a double elbowsmash, but he counters
it with a duck-down move.
Witherspoon hits them with a double clothesline.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Alexei Romanov leaves the ring.
Witherspoon executes a powerbomb on Vlad.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Witherspoon whips Vlad into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Vlad with a backdrop.
Witherspoon is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Witherspoon hits Vlad with an ax kick.
Witherspoon kicks Vlad.
The crowd is going "We want Rick Patrick !".
Vlad kicks Witherspoon.
Vlad kicks Witherspoon.
Vlad nails Witherspoon with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Vlad tags out to Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov and Vlad whip Witherspoon into the ropes.
They hit Witherspoon with a double backdrop.
Vlad leaves the ring.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov and Witherspoon get hit with a double clothesline.
Alexei Romanov whips Witherspoon into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Witherspoon with a shoulderblock.
Alexei Romanov whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Alexei Romanov misses with a kick.
Alexei Romanov misses with an elbow.
Alexei Romanov nails Witherspoon with a rolling elbow smash.
Vlad enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Alexei Romanov and Vlad whip Witherspoon into the ropes.
They hit Witherspoon with a double kick to the midsection.

Tags!

(Kevin Storm whips Alexei Romanov to the ropes. Alexei rebounds off the ropes, and runs into a clothesline by Kevin)

JR: And a powerful clothesline by Kevin Storm!

(Kevin Storm bounces off the ropes, as Alexei Romanov gets back up. Kevin nails Alexei with another clothesline. Kevin grabs drags Alexei up by his head, and immideatly nails him with a cresent kick.)

JR: And Kevin Storm is gaining momentium!

King: He needs to gain more skills. Why hasn't Alexei just beaten him yet?
(Kevinpicks Alexei up again. Kevin nailes Alexei with a punch, followed by another. A third punch knockes Alexei into the ropes. Kevin runs at Alexei, and clotheslines him out of the ring)

JR: Alexei is now on out of the ring!

King: Don't let him do this to you, Alexei!

(Kevin climbs the turnbuckle, as Alexei starts to get up.)

JR: High risk manuver coming up!

(Kevin leaps off the turnbuckle, and connects with a flying spinning leg lariet onto Alexei Romanov, who had just got back to a verticle base. Alexei Romanov falls back down.)

JR: Flying Spinning Leg Lariet! Devistating Move!

(Kevin stands, and tosses Alexei back into the ring. Kevin rolls back in after him.)

JR: Another tag!

Alexei Romanov and Vlad whip Witherspoon into the ropes.
They hit Witherspoon with a double backdrop.
Vlad leaves the ring.
Alexei Romanov nails Witherspoon with a superkick.
Alexei Romanov takes Witherspoon down with a rolling elbow smash.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits Witherspoon with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov gives the sign for the Exit Wound.
Alexei Romanov executes the Exit Wound on Witherspoon.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Alexei Romanov complains about a slow count.
Witherspoon hits an inside cradle on Alexei Romanov.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon goes for haymaker, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov punches Witherspoon.
Witherspoon punches Alexei Romanov.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Witherspoon punches Alexei Romanov.
Witherspoon goes for haymaker, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon hits Alexei Romanov with a backdrop.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
The crowd is going "We want Rick Patrick !".
Witherspoon whips Alexei Romanov into the turnbuckle.
Witherspoon charges into the corner, but Alexei Romanov moves out of the way.

Alexei tags!

JR: Witherspoon and Vlad lock up in the ring

King: YEA! Bruisermania is gonna happen right now!

JR: Both men are trying to out power the other
Witherspoon kicks Vlad in the gut
Witherspoon slams Vlad's skull into the mat with a Brainbuster!

King: Experiance Wins out JR!

JR: Witherspoon nails Vlad with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon chokes Vlad with his boot
He releases the choke at the 4 count
Witherspoon lays into Vlad with his boots
Witherspoon locks in an Armlock
Vlad is screaming in pain
Vlad is trying to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Kevin Storm enters the ring
The ref tries to make Kevin leave
Witherspoon grabs onto the rope while the ref is distracted
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Vlad screams in pain
The ref sees Spoon's hand
Witherspoon releases the hold at the 4 count
Witherspoon nails Vlad with a head but
Witherspoon nails Vlad with a haymaker
Witherspoon slams Vlad's skull into the mat with a crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the pin, his feet on the ropes
1...2... kick out!
Witherspoon nailsVlad with a powerbomb
Witherspoon goes for the cover, holding the tights
1...2... kick out!

King: Keep it up Spoon!

JR: Witherspoon continues to show his ability at cheating.

King: Quite complaining JR!

(Kevin Storm jumps off the apron and grabs a chair, slidding into the ring. The ref runs over and takes the chair, yelling at Kevin Storm. Witherspoon slams his boot into Vlad's groin, causing him to curl up in pain. Witherspoon goes to roll Vlad up when Alexei enters the ring. Witherspoon stands, appearing to have expected this move, grabbing Alexei up and slaming him into Vlad with a spinebuster. Witherspoon rolls Alexei from the ring and goes for the cover on Vlad. The ref runs over and makes the cover.)

JR: 1...2... Shoulders up!

King: YEAH! How can it be! Spoon looks BLEEPED!

JR: he does indeed and this fight is on!

KING: Hey! I don't say "BLEEPED"!

JR: Alexei Romanov takes Witherspoon down with a rolling elbow smash.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Alexei Romanov goes for a European uppercut, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon uses a headlock on Alexei Romanov.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Alexei Romanov with an ax kick.
Witherspoon takes Alexei Romanov down with big boot to face.
Witherspoon gets a boot choke on Alexei Romanov.
Rick Patrick warns Witherspoon to let go.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Witherspoon covers Alexei Romanov.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".

TAGS!

(Alexei Romanov whips Kevin to the ropes. Kevin runs at Alexei, and nails him with a Yazuka kick, knocking him down. Kevin then goes to the top rop.)

JR: This is it! He's going for it!

King: Get up, Alexei!

(Kevin raises a fist in the air)

Kevin: WALK WITH ME...

Kevin/Crowd: ...BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Kevin then preforms the Between Worlds on Alexei. The crowds start cheering)

JR: Between Worlds! It's over!

King: No! It can't end like this!

(Kevin covers Alexei)

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, Vlad makes the save.

Tags!

(Alexei Romanov executes a spinebuster on Kevin Storm, Alexei picks Storm up, whips him against the ropes and hits Kevin Storm with a rolling elbow smash. Alexei Romanov nails Storm with another spinebuster, he goes for the pin . . . one, two, kickout.)
 
JR: Alexei looks frustrated
 
(Kevin storm reaches for Witherspoon and taps him, Alexei taps Vlad.)
 
King: A little role reversal here.
 
(Witherspoon charges at Vlad who appears dizzy and hits him with a big boot. Vlad is knocked back. Witherspoon whips Vlad against the ropes and brings him down with a huge clotheseline.)
 
JR: These two monsters are generating a lot of momentum here.
 
King: Only Vlad is not really doing anything.
 
(Vlad holds himself up on his hands and knees; Witherspoon takes advantage of the situation and hits Vlad with a German suplex, not breaking the grip, Witherspoon executes another German release suplex. Vlad is thrown across the ring; he tries to get up and shakes his head, looking very dizzy. Alexei is screaming at Vlad and trying to reach him for a tap.)
 
JR: Vlad is gonna lose them the match is he continues like this.
 
King: Somebody get that useless freak out of the ring.
 
(Witherspoon leans over Vlad and slaps him accross his face. Witherspoon leaps onto the second rope and throws his fist into the air, beating his chest. Alexei is desparately trying to reach Vlad for the tap. Witherspoon looks down at Vlad and raises him to his feet, Vlad is not reacting. Witherspoon smiles and signals for the SubZero; he bends down to lift Vlad. Suddenly, Vlad puts his arms around Witherspoon’s waist, screams and hoists up the 300 pound Witherspoon for a Gut Wrench Inverted Brainbuster.)
 
King: YAHH!!! What the hell did just happen?
 
JR: Oh my God, Vlad almost put Witherspoon’s head through the mat.
 
(Vlad takes off his hockey mask and throws it to the side; he spreads out his arms and screams in anger. Alexei smiles and rests his arms around his waist, waiting for Vlad’s next move.)
 
JR: I think Vlad just woke up.
 
(Vlad assumes a low fighting position and waits for Witherspoon to get up to his feet. Vlad executes a bearhug on Witherspoon . . . Witherspoon screams and fights the hold . . . Vlad throws Witherspoon towards Alexei’s corner with a belly-to-suplex. Alexei picks Witherspoon up as Vlad climbs the turnbuckle. Alexei helps Vlad to pick up Witherspoon onto his shoulder; Vlad sits on the turnbuckle and locks Witherspoon into a Human Torture rack. Witherspoon screams in agony.)
 
JR: Vlad hasn’t been deficient of submission moves.
 
King: I guess we’ll have to look forward to their Bruisermania match.
 
(Witherspoon is fighting the hold . . . Kevin storm climbs into the ring and runs towards the corner, Alexei nails him with a clothesline. Kevin Storm hits the ground hard. Witherspoon is screaming in pain as the referee checks for a tap-out; Alexei Romanov pulls Kevin Storm to the center of the ring and signals to Vlad.)
 
JR: Oh no . . .
 
King: What are those crazy Russians up to now?
 
(Vlad grinds his teeth to raise himself to his feet, with Witherspoon on his back. Vlad jumps off the turnbuckle with a Super-Fisherman’s buster, nailing Witherspoon’s head into Kevin Storm. Witherspoon and Kevin Storm are now both unconscious in the center of the ring. Vlad taps Alexei, who goes for the pin . . . )

JR: Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

KING: Somebody tags!

JR: Oh, really?

KING: Yes...just to help make sense here! HA HA!

JR: Kevin Storm is holding Vlad while Witherspoon is beating him senseless!

King: And the ref doesn't see it cause he's keeping Alexei out of the ring!

JR: I don't beleive this senseless act of cheating!

King: At least Kevin Storm is still in the ring!

JR: When did you become a fan of Kevin Storm?

King: For right now! Witherspoon is a good influence on him!

JR: Witherspoon german suplexes Vlad
Witherspoon powerbombs Vlad
Witherspoon powerbombs Vlad again!
Witherspoon powerbombs Vlad for a third time!

King: Take him Spoon!

JR: Witherspoon is defintly showing that he is no longer on the injured list tonight!
Witherspoon lifts Vlad to his feet
BINNED! Witherspoon has Vlad locked in Binned!
Vlad is screaming in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Vlad is struggling to break free
The ref checks on Vlad
The ref asks Vlad if he wants to quit
Vlad shakes his head no
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Vlad screams in pain

(Alexei enters the ring, running to break the hold. Witherspoon drops the hold and turns to face Alexei. Suddenly Kevin Storm flies accross the ring and takes Alexei down with a clothesline. Kevin Storm and Alexei Romanov brawl in the ring, the ref trying to force the out. As the ref's back is turned, Witherspoon lifts his pant leg up, revealing a brick tapped to his calf. He rips the break off and slams it into Vlad's face, busting him open and dropping him to the floor. Witherspoon tosses the Brick out and lifts Vlad onto his shoulders.)

JR: Witherspoon just nailed Vlad with a brick, and now he's got him on his shoulders! kevin Storm just Clotheslined Alexis from the ring and jumped fter him!

King: YEA! They're brawling on the floor!

(Witherspoon spins around quickly, grabbing Vlad's legs and slams Vlad to the mat. The crowd roars, causing the ref to turn around.)

JR: SUBZERO! Witherspoon hit Vlad with SubZero!
He's going for the cover!

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, PJ Sykes puts Vlad's foot on the rope.
Rick Patrick disqualifies Alexei Romanov and Vlad.
The crowd is going "We want Rick Patrick !".

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Witherspoon and Kevin Storm!

("Let's Go" By Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon stands and slides from the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table, throwing it into the ring.)

King: It's time for School JR!

JR: Oh no, What is he doing now!

(Witherspoon slides back into the ring, setting up the table and throwing Vlad on top of it. Witherspoon climbs up onto the table and slams Vlad's head between his legs, throwing his fist into the air and beating his chest as the crowd boos loudly.)

JR: Someone needs to Stop this!

King: No one can stop The Madman!!

(Witherspoon lifts Vlad onto his shoulders and slams his body through the table, sending both men to the mat. Witherspoon lays prone on his back for a few seconds before rolling from the ring and walking up the ramp, smirking at Vlad,s body laid out in the ring. Witherspoon stops at the top of the ramp and spreads his arms out, yelling before returning backstage.)

JR: Witherspoon is already taking the fight to Vlad one week before their TLC match at Brusermania!

King: YEAH! I can't wait!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>


(Vernon and Dizi are walking down a backstage hallway.)

Vernon: Now, you remember the plan?

Dizi: This one time -

Vernon: One word answers, babe.

Dizi: Is "Uh-huh" one word or two?

Vernon: You know, that's a good question. I haven't a clue. I'll take that as a simple yes,
though. Let's split up now.

Dizi: Okay?

Vernon: Good. You go that way, and I'll go this way.

(They separate. The shot becomes a split screen, following each of them down separate hallways.
They both reach their respective corners at the same time. Dizi peeks around and sees Dreadnaught
talking to a stagehand. Vernon nods, and she steps out.)

Dizi: Yoo hoo!

(Before Dreadnaught can react, Vernon leaps to action. He blasts Dread in the back of the head
with a brass knuckled punch. Dreadnaught staggers, but does not fall. The stagehand runs away.
Vernon nails Dread with another punch, then grabs him, holding him from behind.)

Vernon: Go to it, babe!

(Dizi walks up to Dreadnaught and slaps him across the face. He struggles briefly, but Dizi
strikes, delivering a nasty kick to the groin. Dreadnaught crumples as Vernon releases him.)

Vernon: And now the fun begins! Did you bring the toy?

Dizi: I used to have this teddy bear when I was a kid, and -

Vernon: The toy?

Dizi: Yeah. (mumbling) Meanie.

(She produces an electric cattle prod. Vernon grabs a folding chair and places it over
Dreadnaught's chest, then sits down in it.)

Vernon: It's all you, chica.

(Dizi turns on the cattle prod and proceeds to zap Dreadnaught's chest and abdomen with it. Dread
is trapped under the chair and cannot move.)

Vernon: Let me see that.

(Dizi hands him the cattle prod. Vernon proceeds to lay a couple of good jolts to Dreadnaught's
crotch.)

Vernon: This is the part where you second guess yourself, Dreadly. You and Black should have
stayed away from Kolic and myself last week. You should have known you'd get a little something
in return. And poor Dizi here is positively heartbroken over the way you treated her weasely
brother.

Dizi: He's not weasely.

Vernon: Tip of the iceberg, though, sugar. There's more where this came from.

(Vernon stands up, grabs the chair, and brings it down hard on Dreadnaught's chest several times
before dropping it.)

Vernon: Let's go. He's had enough for now.

(Vernon extends his arm. Dizi looks at Dreadnaught for a second, then kicks him one last time.
Dizi takes Vernon's arm, and they make their exit.)

FADE OUT

(Ezekiel is seen alone in the BMWF interview area)
 
Ezekiel: It has been over a month, yet still I have to
wear this mask on my face.  I do not blame Tobey
and longer, however I do blame myself.  Not in a
depressing self-hate.  Just the simple fact that I let
him think that he had control.  Tobey, get this straight
in your mind tonight, you have no control.  It is me
and only me that let you get this far.  At Bruisermania
I will end your journey.
 
(A small pause)
 
Ezekiel: Tonight Tobey Miliken faces Hardcore Harry. 
Harry you win, you are in the title match next week at
Bruisermania, the biggest show of the year.  I fear that
Tobey is turning screws behind the scenes, as I though
that you were already in the match.  For myself I have
a feeling that you will be in the match, and I hope you
are.  A far more credible opponent for such a well
regarded title.  Tobey, you managed to get yourself
three title shots in a row two months back.  None of
them were successful.  Now I am looking to put you
down and out for good at Bruisermania.

>>>

(The scene opens showing Tamer walking down a hallway. Tamer stops at a door as it opens and Donnie MacPhearson walks out.)

Donnie: You've got to be kidding me.

Tamer: Is Danielle inside?

Donnie: I uh… Why do I try, yeah she in there.

(Donnie shakes his head and walks away. Tamer steps inside Dizi's locker room as the camera follows him. Tamer sees Danielle and smiles.)

Tamer: Hey.

(Dizi, sitting on the couch, looks up from the magazine she's flipping through.)

Dizi: Hey...

Tamer: We need to talk.

Dizi: We talked last week... and I didn't like it very much...

Tamer: I know. I didn't like last week much either. Which is why I'm here. Ya see. It turns out… I can't handle starting over like everything between us never happened, which I told you. But it turns out I can't handle being without you even more. I thought that if our relationship did end. If that's the route we ended up taking. I thought it would be better then everything hanging up in the air. But like I was saying it turns out. My life just isn't the same without you. Its no as fun, its not as fulfilling. I want someone to share my life with. Iwant, I need that person to be you.

Dizi: Okay, you don't want to start over. But you don't want to be without me. But you'd rather things be over than up in the air. but you want to share your life with me. (thinks for a minute) I'm not sure what you're saying...

Tamer: I… want. I want us. I know there are problems right now. Trust being the biggest one. But when things happen in a relationship you don't just end it. You work through them. That's what I want. I want us to work through this. I don't want us to be over. I am in love with you. I used to think I knew what love was and what it would be like. Now I realize love is not knowing what comes next. Love is this whirlwind of excitement and yet love is sitting in a room together not saying anything.

Dizi: You know, you make it sound really easy... we love each other, so we just work through our problems. But, Tamer, I don't know how to work through this. It sounds like you just want to get back together and everything will be fine. But, I can't trust you. That's going to take time and until I do, how can I be with you?

Tamer: How are you supposed to trust me again if we're not with each other? What's so damn difficult? We love each other.

(Tamer walks over to Dizi and takes her hand pulling her up from the couch. Tamer places her hand over his chest above his heart.)

Tamer: I used to be really basic. I knew without this I couldn't live.

(Tamer turns her hands and places it on her chest over her heart.)

Tamer: Now I know…that this is what I can't live without.

Dizi: Tamer... I love you. But you lied to me. And I'm afraid that every time I ask you something important I'm going to wonder if you're telling me the truth. I don't know if I'll ever get over that. I thought that maybe if we just took things real slow, maybe I'd be able to trust you again. But, you want to just be back together and I'm afraid that there's going to be all this pressure to act like everything is okay, when it isn't.

Tamer: I'm here… I'm trying to work through this. I'll I'm hearing from you are doubts, Reasons why it won't work. I don't know what to do anymore. I know that I need you. I know that even though I lived twenty-two years without you. I won't make it through another one unless I'm with you. I'm speaking from the heart here. I don't know what else to do. Danielle…

(Tamer reaches out to hold Dizi.)

Tamer: What am I supposed to do.

Dizi: I don't know. I wish it was that easy. Just get back together and everything will be fine. But, I'm scared. I don't want to feel the way did when I realized that you had lied to me. I'm not ready to go full tilt back into a relationship with someone I don't know if I can trust. Yeah, I love you... but, Tamer, that doesn't solve everything.

(Tamer slowly rests his arms around Dizi.)

Tamer: I know… I'm scared to. I'm scared I'm losing you. So we start slow. We go out on a date here. We hang out there. The only thing is… We do have a history. I don't want to be afraid to hold you.

(Dizi slowly leans against him, sliding her arms around him. She rests her head against his chest and closes her eyes.)

Dizi: You don't have to be afraid to hold me. I want this to work, too.

(Tamer kisses Dizi on top of her head.)

Tamer: Then we'll make it work.

FADE

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty Scott in front of the BMWF logo backstage.)

Bole: Scotty, tonight, you face Dale Anderson in what many feel is just the beginning of the violent path of rage that you have spoke of so many times. Is this true?

Scotty: Dale... Yer in the wrong place at the wrong time... Ya got me in a match that I helped put on the map in the BMWF wit Himura Hayabuysa. A match that will take a new aspect... A new level of violence... Dale, ya seen me when I toyed wit ya... But ya neva been in the ring wit me when I was mad... Ya have no idea what it is like when I lock in that Scottamission and don't have ta release ya... Ya have no idea what it is like ta have me smash yer head wit a chair and not have ta worry 'bout a disqualification.... These matches have one rules.... No rules.... Dale Anderson... Young man, ya've talked 'bout bein' from the streets... Tanight... The streets come ta you...

(Scotty walks off leaving Michael alone.)

>>>

(The camera zooms around the Family locker room. Spirit is massaging the shoulders of Black, when Black looks up.)

Black: There’s my partner! What up? You thought about Brusiermania yet?

Dreadnaught (recovering from the earlier attack): Thought about it? Yeah, ever since I faced that man right over there…

(Dreadnaught points to Lowedown.)

Dreadnaught: In the main event, I can’t tell you what an honor just being at Bruisermania is. So yeah, I live and breathe for that moment! And I have thought about what kind of match I want!

Black: Yeah... yeah... Well, you know I think we should go with my idea!

Dreadnaught: I don’t think Vern and Kolic and can even come close in your plan. Let’s make it interesting! That’s why we should go with MY idea!

Spirit: He does have a point baby!

(William Black turns and looks up at Spirit with an odd look on his face. She takes an appologetic step backwards. Satisfied, Black returns his attention to Dreadnaught.)

Black: So what? Who cares if Vernon and Kolic have a chance or not... Part of being the champion is taking advantage of every one of your opponant's weaknesses... In this case, facing them in a match I've never lost!

Dreadnaught: Exactly, let’s do something that could challenge you! You have mastered this!

(Lowedown is seen in the background watching the disagreement. He walks over.)

Lowedown: Fellas, you should settle this like grown men! This seems a bit childish.

Dreadnaught: I’m down!

(Suddenly, Black gets a serious look in his eyes and he stares Dreadnaught right in the eyes. The crowd gets quiet as the two stare at each other.)

Lowedown:Alright then. I always said I was down for interesting ways to do things.

Black: You ready to throw!

Dreadnaught: You know I am always down…son!

(Black smirks as the two look at Lowedown.)

Lowedown: Alright, one, two, throw!

(The camera pans down and Dreadnaught makes the “Scissors” sign with his hand. Black has the “Rock”.)

Black: Game over Dread…

Lowedown: Not so fast…

Dreadnaught: Family rules is two out of three!

Lowedown: The Thug is right!

(William Black looks slightly annoyed.)

Black: FINE!

Lowedown: One, two, throw!

(The camera shows Dreadnaught with “Scissors” again, and Black with “Paper”.)

Dreadnaught: Not so fast, Willie! One more…

Lowedown: Alright, this decides it all. Winner picks the Bruisermania stipulation for the Tag Team Championship match! One…two…throw!

(Black gets a gleam in his eye, as the camera pans down to show Dreadnaught with “Paper” and Black with “Stone”.)

Black: So now, the world can know that it will be…

(Dreadnaught puts his hand over the mouth of Black.)

Dreadnaught: Not yet, the world ain’t ready for that! Let’s wait until we see the gleam in all these Michigan fans eyes! Wait ‘till then!

(William Black chuckles to himself and cracks his neck. He picks up a numchuck and puts it over his shoulder and starts towards the door. Dreadnaught stops him.)

Dreadnaught: Hey... where are you going?

Black: Me? I'm going to pick a fight.

(Dreadnaught quickly grabs his baseball bat.)

Dreadnaught: Well wait for me!

>>>

(Backstage, Vernon Vanderbuilt and Kolic are rounding a corner, just about to enter their locker room, but William Black and Dreadnaught are both standing there waiting on them. William Black has a numchuck hanging around his neck and Dreadnaught is smacking a baseball bat against one of his hands. The two exchange quick looks with each other...)

BLACK: Hey Vernon... Kolic... Dread and I are here for one reason. You like to talk a whole lot of BLEEP, but you never seem able to back it up. It just so happens, we're free for Bruisermania, and we've got a surprise for you... This is just a warmup for tonight!

(Dreadnaught swings with his baseball bat, clipping Kolic's legs out from under him. Vernon is momentarily distracted by the sight of the attack, which gives William Black a chance to grab the numchuck. Black spins, backhanding Vernon across the mouth with the piece of hard metal. The hit knocks Vernon Backwards, into a wall. From there, William Black kicks him in the guts, and connects with a left and right shot from the weapon.)

**BLAP** **BLAP**

(Vernon crumples to the ground after being hit twice more across the mouth. Dreadnaught too, has made short work of Kolic, smashing him across the back three or four more times with the baseball bat while he was on the ground. Black and Dread both look at each other and shrug, wordlessly walking off, sporting their weapons...)

(The Camera shows Kevin Storm slowly walking towards his locker room after his match. There's a look of indifference on his face. He stops up short, and looks straight ahead. William Black is standing there, slowly spinning a numchuck around in circles. The camera shows Kevin Storm swallow hard while William Black approaches.)

BLACK: Yeah... just what I thought rookie... not a whole lot for you to say now, is there...

**PPQULEESHH**

(Spirit winds up and shatters a bottle of Bombay Sapphire right across the back of Kevin Storm's head, sending him to the ground along with a million pieces of broken glass and alcohol. Black kicks Storm over on his back and then steps on his throat, looking down at him. Spirit stands right next to him.)

BLACK: Now I know Dreadnaught gave you a warning earlier. I'm driving the message home. The only reason you're still breathing right now is because you didn't touch my girl.

(Kevin Storm struggles against the weight of William Black's boot.)

BLACK: Now before you pass out, I'm going to make something else blatantly clear to you. I've retired three wrestlers in the year that I've been in this federation. Before you can fight me, you need to find yourself a tag team partner... then if you're still stupid enough to try and fight me.... well lets just say there won't be any Walking Between Worlds for me...

(Spirit looks at Black. The two nod. She grabs each of Kevin Storm's feet, and then stomps on his groin with a Low Blow. To add insult to injury, she does it again. After that, Black lets go. Storm then rolls over on his side, holding his groin.)

BLACK: Storm... you cross my path again... you WILL... Feel the Boom.

(William Black and Spirit walk off, leaving Kevin Storm down on the ground.)

>>>>

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore match

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("The Way I Am" by Eminem blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott appears on the rampway. He is greeted by the cheers of the fans as he stands there silent and unmoving. His hands are taped up. On his left hand, he has the number thriteen. On his right, he has the letters FTW written on it. As Eminem builds the crowd up into a frenzy, Scotty stands looking into the ring through the tattered black towel draped over his head. Scotty begins to move as soon as.....)

PA:AND I AM, WHATEVER YOU SYA I AM
IF I WASN'T, THEN WHY WOULD I SAY I AM?
IN THE PAPER, THE NEWS EVERYDAY I AM
RADIO WON'T EVEN PLAY MY JAM
CAUSE I AM, WHATEVER YOU SAY I AM
IF I WASN'T, THEN WHY WOULD I SAY I AM?
IN THE PAPER, THE NEWS EVERYDAY I AM
I DON'T KNOW IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM

(Scotty steps through the ropes. He walks silently to the middle of the ring and folds his arms as the fans go wild.)

Scotty: Just like the words of Eminem.... I am exactly what I say I am.... I am the orginal thug... I've held back long enough... Tanight, Ash ya say I live in the past... Well, we are gonna go for a walk down memory lane... I was the second Hardcore champion eva in the BMWF defeatin' Himura for the title... I made muh reputation off these matches.... Hardcore is not just a match... It's a lifestyle... A lifestyle that I hold dear... Something that I've been evea since muh days in ECF'NW... Hell, I d@mn near killed a man in Japan in one of their Japanese Death Matches.... Ta this day, that man doesn't walk... He's in a wheelchair... Dale, I'm just gonna give ya a taste of what Ash will get from me.... The real Scotty Scott fans... Will see something that they have long waited ta see again... They have waited for the fire ta re-enter muh eyes... Muh soul... Dale... Yer standin' smack dab in the middle of the path of rage... A path of rage that will not end this week... But will carry ova ta Bruisermania...So Dale... Are ya ready ta become just like all the rest.... Just anotha victim.... Beat me... If ya can... Survive... If I let ya....

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott kicks Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott chops Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott hits Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson hits Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson nails Scotty Scott with a brainbuster.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson takes Scotty Scott down with a DDT.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson nails Scotty Scott with an Exploder.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson whips Scotty Scott into the ropes, but Scotty Scott reverses it.
Donnie MacPhearson trips Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott hits Dale Anderson with a low blow.
Scotty Scott whips Dale Anderson into the ropes.
Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott uses a snap suplex on Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Dale Anderson
counters it with a punch.
Dale Anderson nails Scotty Scott with flying headscissors.
Dale Anderson sets up Scotty Scott on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson hits a top-rope neckbreaker on Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson hits Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson punches Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Scotty Scott chops Dale Anderson.

JR: Scotty has rolled out of the ring and is looking under the ring.

King: There is no telling what is under that ring JR. No telling!!!!

JR: Oh dear God!!!! Scotty just pulled out a sledge hammer!!!!

King: JR, this is going to become ugly.

JR: Scotty is back in the ring and is choking Dale with the hammer!!!!

King: Look at Dale struggling to get away!!!!

JR: Dale Anderson punches Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson sets up Scotty Scott on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson hits Scotty Scott with a top-rope neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dale Anderson executes flying headscissors on Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson attempts to place Scotty Scott on the turnbuckle, but Scotty Scott
blocks it.
Dale Anderson takes Scotty Scott down with flying headscissors.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.

JR: Dale has a chair in the ring.

King: I don't think Dale knows what he is about to be in for.

JR: Scotty just kicked Dale in the stomach and took the chair away from him!!!!

King: AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!! SCOTTY WITH A CHAIR!!!!!!

JR: Scotty is smashing that chair repeatedly into the head of Dale.

King: That kid's brains are going to be like scrambled eggs!!!!

JR: Scotty Scott goes for a punch, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson goes for the Dragon Ray, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a power bomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Scotty Scott goes for a backbreaker, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson uses a Frankensteiner on Scotty Scott.

JR: Scotty is looking at a charging Dale Anderson.

King: Doesn't he know better?

JR: Scotty side steps Dale, who just went into the corner chest first!!!!

King: What is Scotty doing?

JR: Scotty just rammed Dale into the ringpost.

King: This is horrible JR!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION-PLEX!!!!!

Dale Anderson goes for an Exploder, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott executes a punch to the head on Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott hits Dale Anderson with a belly-to-back suplex.
Scotty Scott takes Dale Anderson down with a belly-to-back suplex.
Scotty Scott takes Dale Anderson down with the Reverse DDT.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Scotty is pulling Dale up off the mat.

King: Scotty is sending out a deadly message to Ash.

JR: Scotty is biting Dale in the forehead!!!!

King: Look at the blood flowing out of Dale's head!!!!

JR: Scotty's mouth is covered in Dale's blood.

King: Dale is rolling on the mat in pain.

JR: I don't think this kid knew exactly what he was getting into when he signed on for this match.

King: I don't either.

JR: Scotty just blew snot on Dale.

King: That is disrespectful and disguisting.

JR: Scotty has that sledgehammer again.

King: Dale stay down!!!!

JR: Scotty just hit Dale in the ribcage with that hammer!!!!

King: Dale is bleeding out of the mouth now!!!!

JR: Scotty may have caused internal injuries right there.

King: Scotty just hit him again in the ribcage with that hammer!!!!

JR: Now Scotty is down on the mat screaming at Dale.

JR: The end is at hand as Scotty is now stalking Dale from behind.

King: I have to say it might be a merciful end.

JR: SCOTTY JUST LOCKED THE SCOTTAMISSION!!!!!

King: Scotty is screaming Ash's name!!!!!

JR: Bart Farinus sees that Dale Anderson is out cold and stops the match after 17
seconds.
The crowd is vociferously booing Scotty Scott.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Scotty Scott!

(As the ref counts to three Ash comes sprinting down to the ring with a sledgehammer in hand. Ash slides into the ring and goes immediately after Scotty.)

JR: Scotty sees Ash coming out!!!!

King: This is were you usually say business is about to pick up!!!!

JR: Scotty just pulled out that railroad spike!!!!

KING: Where'd he pull it out of?

JR: Ladies and gentlemen Ash has hit the ring. He apparently isn’t content to wait until Bruisermania to get his hands on Scotty.

KING: Ash ducked!

JR: Ash hit Scotty in the gut with the sledgehammer
Ash slams the sledgehammer over Scotty’s back
Scotty drops to his knees
Ash drives the Sledgehammer between Scotty’s eyes
Ash drives the Sledgehammer between Scotty’s eyes
Ash drives the Sledgehammer between Scotty’s eyes

JR: Ash is ruthless he’s slamming that sledgehammer between scotty’s eyes over and over again. Scotty is busted open, somebody needs to break this up.

Ash drags Scotty to the corner
Ash pulls out two pair of handcuffs
Ash handcuffs Scotty’s left arm to the turnbuckle
Ash handcuffs Scotty’s right arm to the turnbuckle
Ash takes two steps back
Ash charges Scotty and drives a knee into Scotty’s throat

JR: Ash has Scotty literally at his mercy he’s taken advantage of Scotty’s hardcore match with Dale Anderson and now has Scotty in a position to literally pick him apart.

King: Scotty should have known this was coming.

JR: Scotty still has some fight in him. He’s struggling against the handcuffs but it seems like a lost cause now.
Ash slaps Scotty in the face
Ash spits in Scotty’s face
Ash leaves the ring
Ash returns to the ring with a folding chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair
*crack*
Ash nails Scotty in the head with the chair

JR: Good Lord! Ash is beating Scotty unmercifully with that chair, this is disgusting.

King: You’re right JR. I love it!

Ash reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of sandpaper
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth
Ash holds Scotty’s head still and starts using the sandpaper on him
Ash continues to rub the sandpaper against Scotty’s face

JR: Ash is trying to permanently disfigure Scotty tonight. He’s rubbing that sandpaper against Scotty’s face trying to take as much skin off as possible. Scotty is struggling but there is no where for him to go.

King: Maybe Ash can rub off some of the ugly

Ash throws the sandpaper on the mat
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth
Ash kicks Scotty in the mouth

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen Ash is driving his boot over and over again into the face of Scotty. And here they come, finally security has hit the ring.

Security forces Ash from the ring
Ash hands the cuffs keys to a security member
Ash laughs as he heads up the ramp

(Ash pulls out a mic.)

Ash: You sure you want more of this Scotty? You sure you want me to end your career for good at Bruisermania? I would have ended you tonight if it wasn’t for security, so you better be thankful. I’ll see you at Bruisermania.

(Security releases Scotty from the handcuffs as EMT’s attend to him.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is shown backstage standing next to Kolic)

Bole: Michael Bole here, talking to Kolic. First of all, congratulations on
winning the Hardcore title. You're probably the one I least expected to win
that title, except for the jobbers.

Kolic: Thank you Bole. I didn't expect to win it either, but God moves in
mysterious ways, I suppose.

Bole: You have not yet defended your title. When do you plan to do so?

Kolic: I do have plans, but I cannot divulge them at the moment. I would
rather it remain a surprise until later. I will, of course, be a fighting
champion, but I have had other concerns that take precedence.

Bole: You and Vernon Vanderbilt have recently formed a strong, if oddly
matched, tag team. What are your plans?

Kolic: We, like any other tag team, wish to win the Tag Team titles. Nothing
is set in stone as of now, but you and the fans should expect to see the
belts in our possessions.

(Few seconds of silence)

Kolic: Anything else you want to ask?

Bole: No, this is usually the part where my interviewee grabs the mic,
shoves me out of the way, yells into the camera, and throws the mic at me
while I'm still on the floor.

Kolic: I hope you didn't expect that from me.

Bole: No, but it becomes a reflex.

Kolic: If that's all, I'll take my leave and prepare for my match.

Bole: That's all, thank you for your time!

Kolic: No problem. Remember: duck and roll!

Bole: Very funny.

Fade

(The scene opens backstage in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is in the corner doing pull-ups. Kolic is sitting quietly and reading. Vern and Clancy are casually chatting over drinks. Ezekiel is sitting in another corner watching videotapes of Tobey and Harry.)
 
Clancy: Group get together.
 
(Tamer drops down, Kolic sets his book down, Ezekiel shuts off the TV, and Clancy and Vern stand up and make their way to the middle of the room.)
 
Clancy: We have a huge match tonight, Prime Time teaming together as whole again, First time since Survival. And this time we’re not facing some crap team of rookies. We’re facing Master Z, we’re facing the tag team champions; we’re facing Hardcore Harry. We’re facing men with skill. But the simple fact is we’re better then them. They just don’t know it yet.
 
Vern: Tonight we will once again prove why Prime Time is the best stable to ever grace the BMWF. We’re a stable of champions. We’re born winners. We’re the men who step up to the plate and take on the big dogs. We’re invulnerable to failure. Nothing can stop us from winning. We are-
 
Tamer: Vern! Cut the redundancy.
 
Vern: Right.
 
Tamer: Tonight is our chance to take the upper hand heading into BruiserMania. Because lets face the facts, we just might be considered the underdogs this time around. Righteous Violence a brand new tag team of two very successful singles stars, in fact singles champions, that are complete opposites rearing to try and take down the champions. Ezekiel one of the best Intercontinental champions getting ready to face the man from the beginning of his career and the man from the beginning of his success. Possibly the biggest challenge he has had thus far in his title run. And hell we all know that Master Z isn’t a walk in the park. This is our chance to take the upper hands. The last stretch into the biggest show there is. This is our time! We gotta step up!
 
Ezekiel: Tamer is right. Tonight is our last opportunity to make an impact, to make a statement. Next week we are in the spotlight. We are on the grand stage. Next week when we walk out from behind the curtain all eyes will be watching. Some of the fans may be trying to cheer us to victory while other wait in anticipation of our failure. We cannot falter. We must rise above our opponents. Tonight we shall make a statement going into Mania. We will prove why Prime Time is the now! 
 
Kolic: Tonight we go up against those who have done us worn. We will in fact make our impact. But we do it for the right reasons. We do it not for revenge, not for glory, but for the greater good. The people do need us to rise up so they have something to believe in. We have always fought for the little man. We have shown that determination and hard work breeds success. We have a chance to show that in the final path to Mania we are on the same level as our opponent. That no one man is above the other…
 
Tamer: Tonight we’re a team.
 
Clancy: That’s it boys. Me must and will win. No one can stand between glory and us. BruiserMania is Prime Time’s stage and it awaits us. We mustn’t disappoint it.
 
(Clancy grins.)
 
Clancy: We are the Past
 
Tamer/Vern: The Present.
 
Kolic/Ezekiel: The Future.
 
Prime Time: We are the Prime Time…
 
FADE
 
>>>
 

LILLY: This contest is a 8-man tag team match scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Kolic... Tamer... Vernon Vanderbilt... Ezekiel...PRIME TIME

(Suddenly over the Arena sound system comes the sound of typewriters and the
BruiserTron comes to life. On the screen, a CNN type montage begins with the
words "BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a few moments of
the montage, it starts to spin as it fades off the BruiserTron and the words
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the words
disappear in a fiery explosion and Dick Vitale appears and screams, "IT'S
PRIME TIME BABY!" "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the
arena and rainbow colored pyros go off, starting at the top of the ramp and
continuing to go off all the way down to the ring.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA! BECOME THE MEDIA! THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE
SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND LOUDER, AND LOUDER!

(The entirety of Prime Time steps out from under the BruiserTron: Clancy R.
Beauregarde, Tamer, Vernon Vanderbilt, Kolic, and Ezekiel. They all show off
for the fans, then run under the ropes and into the ring at the same time.
They each go to a separate turnbuckle and again pose for the audience. They
all hop down and huddle as a group before waiting for their opponents.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 1058 pounds...
From Cleveland, Ohio... weighing in at 288 pounds...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" plays over the PA. Master Z brushes past the entrance curtain and comes to a hault on the top of the ramp. Master Z flexes for the booing crowd who uses him for target practice.)

JR: I'll say... after all these years the crowd still hates Master Z just as much as day one!

KING: They love him, JR! They just don't know it!

(Master Z walks up the ramp and climbs the ring steps. He tells the referee to hold open the ropes for him to enter.)

Master Z: Tonight, all of Tamer's wishes finally come true! Tamer finally gets to step into the ring with the immortal Master Z! Tamer, I know that you just want to be brought into the spotlight by someone such as myself. I bet you think that you're just going to stand in your corner and look pretty too!

JR: Master Z is badmouthing Tamer here, King!
KING: Yeah... Tamer is a girlie-man! HA HA!

Master Z: That's not going to happen! You costed me a match and now it's over for you! I've ended more careers than anyone in the BMWF! I mean look at Maverick! Last I heard he was living in a cardboard box and playing craps for cans with the bums!

JR: That's not true!

Master Z: I see you turning out worse than he did. You can't handle this, Tamer! I AM Master Z. So you just hide behind Vern and company... after I beat them down I'll get to you!

LILLY: His partner....
Dreadnaught...William Black

...Deadly Medley!
 
PA: Do you hear it…IT”S HERE!
 
(The shrieks of children turn to static on the Bruisertron. Suddenly, pyro explodes from the stage and “Patiently Waiting” by 50 Cent plays through the arena. Smoke fills the stage and light shines from behind. The shadows of Black, Spirit, and Dreadnaught can be seen through the smoke. The lights in the arena turn back on, and three are posing on the edge of the stage. Dreadnaught holds the Tag Title up high in the air, as Spirit rubs the belt that is draped over the shoulder of Black. Dreadnaught has his bat setting on his shoulder.)
 
JR: The Tag Champs are here!
 
PA: From the Red Light District…accompanied to the ring by Spirit… THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…DEADLY MEDLEY!
 
(Dreadnaught sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Black climbs the stairs and holds the rope for Spirit. Dreadnaught and Black pose on the turnbuckles as Spirit poses for the Michigan crowd.)

LILLY: Their partner...
From Jacksonville, NC... weighing in at 256 pounds...
Hardcore Harry

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: William Black's starting things off with Kolic!
KING: I wonder how smart Kolic is tonight.
JR: What are you talking about King?
KING: You know... Kolic's supposed to be the smartest man in the BMWF, but if he was that smart, he'd just run away. He's in the ring with William Black!
JR: Whatever, King.

(William Black circles around the ring with Kolic twice before stopping with his back to Vernon, Tamer, & Ezekiel. Black quickly backs up into that corner, knocking Vernon off of the apron with a cheap elbow. Kolic rushes in behind him, but William Black sidesteps out of the corner. Kolic hits the turnbuckles with a thud and staggers backwards.)

JR: Kolic charges into the corner. Nobody's home. Impact Russian Leg Sweep from William Black. Kolic's down. He may be out! William Black comes off the ropes. Fist Drop connects. One! Two! Shoulder up!

(William Black picks Kolic up by his head, punching him in the face twice before backing him in the ropes. After throwing Kolic into the ropes with an Irish Whip, William Black hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Piledriver, spiking Kolic head first onto the mat. The cover gets two before Tamer gets inside the ring to make the save.)

Tags!

Dreadnaught uses a powerslam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught uses an uppercut on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dreadnaught nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a dropkick.
Dreadnaught attempts to place Vernon Vanderbilt on the turnbuckle, but
Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Dreadnaught nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a scissor kick.
The crowd erupts.
Dreadnaught places Vernon Vanderbilt on the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a superplex.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Dreadnaught tags out to Master Z.
Master Z and Dreadnaught whip Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
They hit Vernon Vanderbilt with a double elbowsmash.
Master Z and Dreadnaught whip Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
They hit Vernon Vanderbilt with a double elbowsmash.
Dreadnaught leaves the ring.
Master Z goes for a vertical suplex, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Master Z begs off.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits an enzuigiri on Master Z.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a Russian legsweep, but Master Z counters it with
an elbowsmash.

JR: Master Z grabs Vern by the hair and uppercuts him in the jaw. In one fluid motion he gorilla presses him above his head.

Z takes a running start and launches Vern clear across the ring

Master Z turns and flexes infront of Tamer

Tags!

Vernon and Dreadnaught lock up.

JR: Dreadnaught is incensed over Vernon and Dizi's attack on him earlier tonight!

King: It was certainly a shocking moment.

JR: Yeah. Something like that.

Dreadnaught shoves Vernon, who staggers backward.
Vernon looks at Dreadnaught and chuckles.
Dreadnaught gets in Vernon's face and starts yelling at him.
Vernon stares blank faced at him.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Vernon slaps Dreadnaught hard across the face!

JR: Some disrespect for one half of the Tag Team Champions from Vernon Vanderbilt.

Dreadnaught goes for a punch but Vernon ducks.
Vernon takes Dreadnaught down with a legsweep.
Vernon quickly drops an elbow on Dreadnaught's chest.

Tags!

Master Z runs into the ropes.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde pulls down the top rope.
Bart Farinus threatens Vernon Vanderbilt with disqualification.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes through the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt shoves Master Z into the guardrail.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Vernon Vanderbilt reenters the ring.
Master Z climbs back into the ring.
Master Z tags out to Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught goes for a DDT, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.

Tags!

 
JR: Dreadnaught is tagged in.
Dreadnaught storms in the ring.
Kolic with a clothesline.
Dreadnaught ducks.
Dreadnaught bounces off the ropes and catches Kolic with a spinning neck breaker.
Dreadnaught gets to the mat.
Dreadnaught kicks away at Kolic.
 
King: Kolic seems beat down already!
 
JR: Dreadnaught picks Kolic up and hooks his head.
Dreadnaught slams several forearms to the back of Kolic.
Dreadnaught pulls Kolic up.
Dreadnaught hits a suplex on Kolic.
 
King: Kolic just crashed to the center of the ring.
 
JR: Dreadnaught stands up and looks over Kolic.
Dreadnaught spins and connects a right to the jaw of Vernon.
 
King: Vernon is fuming!
 
JR: Dreadnaught taunts him.
Vernon is trying to get in the ring.
The ref is holding him back.
 
King: Dreadnaught is choking the life out of Kolic on the mat!
 
JR: Vernon gets out of the ring.
Dreadnaught covers Kolic.
1…2…kick out!
 
King: He isn’t done yet!
 
JR: Dreadnaught pulls Kolic up and hits a Russian Leg Sweep.
Dreadnaught pulls Kolic up and hits a backbreaker.
 
King: Kolic is screaming in pain!
 
JR: Dreadnaught is kicking the back of Kolic.
Dreadnaught pulls Kolic up and whips him into Dread’s corner.
Black grabs the tights of Kolic.
Dreadnaught sprints and connects with a splash.
 
King: Kolic had no where to go.
 
JR: Kolic stumbles out of the ring.
Dreadnaught hits a DDT.
Dreadnaught tags out to Master Z.

Tags!
 
Master Z and Dreadnaught whip Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
They hit Vernon Vanderbilt with a double elbowsmash.
Dreadnaught leaves the ring.
Master Z hits Vernon Vanderbilt with finger stomp.
Master Z tags out to Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Dreadnaught with a backdrop.
Dreadnaught falls out of the ring.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes outside.
Vernon Vanderbilt knocks Dreadnaught into the ringpost.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Dreadnaught with a kneedrop.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a flying elbowdrop on Dreadnaught.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a moonsault on Dreadnaught.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Vernon Vanderbilt throws Dreadnaught back into the ring.

Tags!

Vernon rushes at William Black.
Vernon strikes with a series of punches.
He tosses Black over the ropes to the floor.

JR: Looks like this fight's going outside!

Vernon follows Black to the floor.
He drags Black to his feet.
Vernon whips William Black into the steps.
Black flies over the ring steps.
Vernon runs up the steps and leaps off, landing a flying elbow drop onto Black.
He picks Black up and rolls him back into the ring.

Tags!


JR: Kolic down, Hardcore Harry looking to send a
message to Ezekiel prior to the Bruisermania match.
Kolic whipped to the ropes, Harry looking for a big
lariat, Kolic ducks, off the ropes, cross body on Harry.
Both men down, Ezekiel looking for the tag, Kolic
showing tremendous resilience. Tag!
 
King: Ezekiel into the ring
 
JR: Ezekiel on Harry like a rash. Leg sweep takes
Harry to the mat. Leg lock on Harry. Ezekiel starting
to favour a more technical approach in the ring.

KING: Tags!

JR: Thanks, King!

JR: Wow, Ezekiel and Harry are really taking it to each other here.
KING: No JR, Ezekiel's really taking it to Hardcore Harry. Harry's about as effective as a one legged man in an @ss kicking contest! Ha ha!!
JR: You may be about to eat those words King...

(Hardcore Harry starts fighting back against Ezekiel, hitting with a score of punches before a massive haymaker puts Ezekiel flat on his back. Harry takes a second to regain his thoughts. Then Harry drops down and attacks Ezekiel with a flurry of punches to the face. Hardcore Harry gets up looking really ticked off, like he's about to go berzerk.)

KING: Hey look! Did you just see that JR?
JR: See what King?
KING: That! It was the best match spot Hardcore Harry's ever been in!
JR: What? I don't think--
KING: We know you don't think JR! That was the best match spot Hardcore Harry's ever been in, and do you know why?
JR: Humor me King, why?
KING: Because it's a William Black spot! Ha Ha!

(Hardcore Harry backs into the ropes, ready to bounce off of them, but William Black reaches over and tags himself in. The referee signals that a tag was made, and gets in Harry's face, forcing him to get out of the ring, which only makes Hardcore Harry look even more angry.)

JR: Blind tag from William Black. William Black with a handful of stomps on Ezekiel. Black has Ezekiel to his feet. Brainbuster Suplex. Ezekiel's in danger. Lateral press. One! Two! Last second kickout.

(William Black pulls Ezekiel to his feet. Then Black throws Ezekiel into the ropes, but Ezekiel reverses, sending Black into the ropes instead. While telegraphing for a Backdrop, William Black hangs onto the top rope. Hardcore Harry tags himself back in with another blind tag. The referee signals that blind tags were made.)

JR: Blind Tag from Hardcore Harry, Ezekiel hasn't seen it. William Black stands Ezekiel upright with a boot to the face. Hard left hand connects, Ezekiel's out. William Black leaves the ring. That was an odd exchange King, what do you think that was all about?
KING: I know what that was about.
JR: What do you mean?
KING: That was William Black's way of showing Hardcore Harry what a good, entertaining, match spot without a weed eater looks like! Haha!

Tags!

JR: Master Z grabs Ezekiel by the arm and throws him against the ropes
Master Z ducks the clothesline and rebounds himself
Master Z hits Ezekiel with an earth-shaking body block

(Master Z rebounds off the ropes once again.)

JR: That was one heck of a hit! I don't think Ezekiel is conscious!

Here comes Master Z again!

(Master Z lifts off the ground and comes crashing back to earth with a stiff elbow drop on Ezekiel. Master Z gets to his knees and begins to choke out Ezekiel.)

JR: Master Z is keeping his eyes focused on Tamer the whole time! He's sort of daring him to come in the ring!

Master Z finally breaks the choke hold

Master Z slaps Ezekiel in the face before getting to his feet

Tag!

JR: Master Z kicks Kolic in the groin

Master Z rakes Kolic down the back

Master Z rakes Kolic once again!

Kolic appears to be in extreme agony here, folks!

(Master Z shoves Kolic into the turnbuckle and follows him in.)

JR: Master Z places his boot on the throat of Kolic!

The referee is trying to break the hold, but it is no use!

(Master Z releases the choke hold and immediately belly-to-back suplexes Kolic into the center of the ring)

JR: Master Z grabs Kolic by the shoulder and tights and launches him into Tamer who is standing on the apron!

KING: You mean WAS standing on the apron!

(Kolic's body lands on Tamer. Both men lay hurt on the hard concrete. Master Z flexes and taunts from inside the ring.)

JR: Kolic gets back into the ring after a 9 count!

Tags!

JR: The Cage! The Cage! The Cage! Tamer's trying to get William Black locked in the Cage!
KING: Oh no! William Black's gonna tap out!

(King should be getting the "Foot in Mouth" award because William Black plants both hands on the mat and presses himself up. Then Black twists, rolling over on his back, throwing Tamer off balance and onto the mat, causing him to break the hold.)

JR: Good Lord! William Black just countered out of the Cage!
KING: See JR! That's why William Black is the Best Technical Wrestler in the BMWF! It takes skill to break out of The Cage like that!

(William Black quickly gets to his feet and dives into his corner, tagging out to Master Z!)

JR: No doubt about it, it takes Tremendous skill to break out of that maneuver, but now William Black's running like a scolded dog!
KING: You'd tag out to Master Z too, JR!

Tag!

JR: Vernon is slugging it out with Black.
Vernon whips Black to the ropes.
 
King: Blind tag to Dreadnaught.
 
JR: Black ducks a clothesline.
Vernon turns around.
Dreadnaught leaps to the top rope.
Dreadnaught hits a bulldog on Vernon.
 
King: Vernon didn’t even see that coming!
 
JR: Dreadnaught and Black taunt the fans!
Dreadnaught pulls Vernon off of the mat.
Dreadnaught kicks Vernon in the stomach.
 
King: What is Dreadnaught doing?
 
JR: Vernon doubles over in the middle of the ring.
Dreadnaught lifts Vernon up.
Dreadnaught hits a piledriver on Vernon.
Dreadnaught with a cover.
1…2…foot on the rope!
 
King: Dreadnaught is arguing. That was a three count!
 
JR: Not according to our ref!
Dreadnaught is still arguing with the ref!
Vernon gets up!
Rollup on Dreadnaught.
1…2…kick out!
 
King: Dreadnaught is furious!
 
JR: Dreadnaught stands up and spears Vernon.
Dreadnaught slams fists to the side of Vernon’s head.
Dreadnaught grabs Vernon and tags out to Black.

(William Black throws Vernond "Violence" Vanderbuilt into a corner and follows it up with a Running Clothesline. After squashing Vernon, Black throws him into the opposing corner. Violence hits hard and staggers forwards, right into an old school Back Body Drop.)

JR: Back Body Drop puts Vernon Vanderbuilt down. Vernon is up on his feet, but he's holding his lower back. Kick to the gut from William Black. DDT. One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up! William Black doesn't look happy. Northern Lights Suplex! Vernon looks like he's out! Beautiful Bridge! One! Two! Kolic makes the save!

(After Kolic enters the ring and breaks up the pinfall, William Black quickly gets up and floors him with a hard left hand. Vernon Vanderbuilt starts to get up too, and soon William Black is exchanging punches with them both. Finally, Spirit climbs up on the apron, distracting the referee long enough for Dreadnaught to enter the ring.)

JR: Dreadnaught's in the ring!
KING: Yay! Maybe we'll finally see some double team!
JR: Dreadnaught comes with a flurry of right hands on Kolic. William Black throws Vernon "Violence" Vanderbuilt into the ropes! Flying Forearm Connects! Vernon is down! Vernon is down! Listen to this Capacity Crowd!

CAPACITY CROWD: R...X...N!!! R...X...N!!! R...X...N!!!

KING: RXN? Why are these idiots chanting RXN? Those morons...they should be chanting Dreadbomb, or Feel the Boom!
JR: RXN... in Biology, it's shorthand for Reaction, and I think the fans are chanting it because they want to see the Terminal Reaction!
KING: How did you know that.......... nevermind... I don't even want to know.

(Dreadnaught doubles Kolic over with a boot to the gut. Black slaps Vernon across the back of the head, hooking him up.)

JR: DREADBOMB ON KOLIC!!! EMPTY CHAMBER ON VERNON VANDERBUILT!!!

Ezekiel and Tamer makes the save!

JR: Who'll get up first?

Kolic and Black are up!

JR: Kolic and Black square off! There's a test of strength...and Black kicks
Kolic in the gut! He whips Kolic to the ropes...Kolic ducks a clothesline
and follows with a dropkick! Black stands and is hit with another dropkick!
He whips Black into the Prime Time turnbuckle and follows in with a
clothesline!

King: Wait, what's Clancy doing? He's yelling at the ref!

JR: Kolic's signaling for a 10 count punch!

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

JR: Now I know why Clancy did what he did! He distracted the ref so all of
Prime Time could punch Black along with Kolic! That was more than a little
underhanded!

King: But it worked! Black looks like he doesn't know where he is! Or who he
is!

JR: Kolic hits a hurricanrana on the dazed Black! He's...making a cross with
his arms, what could this mean?

King: He's trying to call Jesus to finish the match for him?

JR: Very funny. He's picking up Black's legs...and puts him in a Texas
cloverleaf! Black's screaming in pain and is trying to reach the ropes! He
looks like he's about to tap...but Dreadnaught runs in the ring and saves
the match!

Tags!

(After a quick exchange, Kolic takes William Black down with a dropkick that almost sends him out of the ring. While Black is down, Dreadnaught hops off of the apron while Spirit distracts the referee. Master Z and Hardcore Harry both enter the ring starting a wild brawl with all four members of Prime Time.)

JR: Spirit's up on the ring! She has the referee distracted! What's Dreadnaught doing?

(Dreadnaught grabs one of the Tag Team championship belts and hands it to William Black. When Kolic comes over to continue the assault, Black turns around and clobbers him right across the face with the belt. After that, Black dumps the belt, and Spirit climbs down off of the apron.)

KING: YES! I knew it! I knew we'd see William Black cheat at some point in this match tonight!
JR: Only you would want to see a man cheat!
KING: Of course JR! It's not a good match for William Black if he doesn't cheat!
JR: That's just not right!

(William Black quickly grabs Kolic and twists him around, applying the Blacklock. Kolic quickly snaps out of his daze from taking the hit to his skull from the championship belt while in the move, and struggles to break free. Failing that, Kolic tries for the ropes. William Black stops this though, throwing himself and Kolic back first to the mat. Then Black rolls over, putting Kolic Face down on the mat. Finally, he pulls back, putting all of his weight on Kolic's lower back, practically bending him in half.)

JR: BLACKLOCK! BLACKLOCK!!! We haven't seen this move in a long time, King! Good Lord!!! That looks like it hurts!!
KING: It probably does!
JR: Kolic's trapped! There's nowhere for him to go! Will he tap out?!?

(Kolic struggles, and struggles some more, but William Black is intent on not breaking the hold, and not letting him get to the ropes. Kolic struggles until his face is almost blue...

Ezekiel makes the save!

JR: Master Z finally has the chance to get his hands on Tamer!

Master Z pokes Tamer in the eyes, spins him around, and uppercuts him in the groin!

KING: What a combination!

JR: Master Z drops an elbow into the spine of Tamer then follows up with a DDT!

Master Z looks crazed!

Z grabs Tamer by the hair and slams his head into the turnbuckle.

Z grabs Tamers hair again and takes him over to his own corner.

Master Z also grabs Vern by the hair and slams Tamer and Vern's heads together!

Vern falls off the apron and Tamer falls backwards into the ring bleeding!

(Master Z laughs and points at the remaining of Tamer's team.)

JR: Master Z wants a test of strength with Tamer

Tamer locks hands with Master Z

Master Z