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

(The show opens inside the Target Center Minneapolis Minnesota. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

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

(The scene opens and Master Z is quickly walking down the locker room area of the arena.)

(Master Z quickens his pace and tightens his grasp on the brass knuckles he has tanged around his fingers. Master Z begins to run as we can see the bWo filtering into their locker room in the near distance)

KING: Do you see that, JR? It looks like the bWo is just arriving at the arena!!!

JR: Who knows, King, but we're going to have a battle back there!

(Master Z picks up a broom stick leaning against the wall and begins swinging before the bWo notices he is there. The broom stick breaks over the head of White Lightning. Master Z spins and with half a broom stick begins to beat Judge in the face.)

JR: Lowedown is just turning around now! It's obvious that he didn't expect to be the hunted one!

KING: I can't watch!

JR: Master Z turns the sharp jagged wooden edge of the stick towards Lowedown. Right as Lowe spins the broom stick glances off his chest opening a sizable wound!

KING: BLECH!

JR: I can't believe it! Master Z tried to stab Lowedown with that broken broomstick!

KING: Almost stabbed him? He DID stab him, JR!

(Blood begins to run down the chest of Lowedown. Almost in shock, Lowedown is unable to retaliate before Master Z uppercuts him with the brass knuckles.)

JR: Lowedown's head just snapped back and he's sliding down the brick wall!

Judge is back up! Judge jumps on the back of Master Z!

JR: Master Z is not giving in to this crowd of bWo members so easily!

Master Z rakes the back of Judge
Master Z bites the fingers of Lowedown
Master Z kicks White Lightning in the groin

KING: YAHH! The numbers are too many! Master Z can't fight off all those guys!

(Just then Master Z drops and rolls from the battle. He gets to his feet only inches from the lovely Flame who has been watching this whole time in horror.)

JR: Oh, no! Master Z just put his massive arm around the chin and neck area of Flame!

KING: Z, don't hurt the puppies!

(The bWo stops their assault realizing the predicament they are in. The camera is finally able to get a good look at them. Lowedown's tongue is bleeding and not to mention the large cut on his shoulder from the broom handle. Judge's eye is starting to blacken and White Lightning is also covered in blood over part of his torso, though it isn't apparent whether the blood is his own.)

Master Z: Back off or I'll pop her head off like a dandelion!

JR: Don't do it, Z! You can't hit a lady!

KING: Don't worry, JR! Master Z has never been known to injure a woman here in the BMWF!

JR: Either way I wouldn't trust him, King! Master Z is unpredictable!

(Master Z tightens the his grip on Flame stroking her hair with his free hand.)

JR: If I didn't know any better, King, I'd say Master Z was enjoying this "close encounter" with Flame!

(Master Z pushes Flame into the shelter of her husband's arms. He lets out a laugh, turns, and jogs down the hall.)

JR: Master Z almost didn't make it out of that situation alive, King!

KING: What did you expect him to do, JR? Lowedown is always getting involved, it's only fair!

JR: I'm not sure about that, but one thing IS sure. The tension between the bWo and Master Z is so thick you could cut it like a knife! I don't see how we can get through the rest of the night without it turning into a Bruisermania!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Fighting out of St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

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

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
From Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

("Enter the Sandmann" plays as Sandmann comes to the stage along with Embalmer. Sandmann downs a few beers as he walks down the stage. Embalmer chugs a jar of embalming fluid. Sandmann lights a cigarette as he crosses over the guardrail, stands on a chair and pours a beer down a moronic fan's gullet. Embalmer starts to pour embalming fluid down the guys throat, but Sandmann stops him before he can cause the fan any harm. Sandmann then enters the ring.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Sandmann nails Altar Boy Mark with an elbowsmash.
Sandmann hoists Altar Boy Mark high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Altar Boy Mark crashing hard to the mat.
There are lots of chants for Sandmann.
Sandmann nails Altar Boy Mark with a DDT.
The crowd is really behind Sandmann.
Sandmann covers Altar Boy Mark.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Sandmann hoists Altar Boy Mark high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Altar Boy Mark crashing hard to the mat.
Sandmann goes for a piledriver, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark takes Sandmann down with the Liger Bomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark punches Sandmann.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Sandmann kicks Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann kicks Altar Boy Mark.
There are lots of chants for Sandmann.
Altar Boy Mark chops Sandmann.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Sandmann.
A few fans are cheering on Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spin kick, but Sandmann ducks out of the way.
Sandmann hits Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann hits Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann takes Altar Boy Mark down with an elbowsmash.
Sandmann hoists Altar Boy Mark high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Altar Boy Mark crashing hard to the mat.
Sandmann whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits the Running Forearm Smash on Sandmann.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Sandmann blocks it.
Sandmann hits Altar Boy Mark with a fist to the midsection.
Sandmann places Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Sandmann executes a top-rope Frankensteiner on Altar Boy Mark.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Sandmann goes for a headbutt, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark whips Sandmann into the ropes, but Sandmann reverses it.
Sandmann misses with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark uses the Running Forearm Smash on Sandmann.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark nails Sandmann with a hiptoss.
Altar Boy Mark catches Sandmann in Fujiwara armbar.
Sandmann gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a moonsault, but Sandmann rolls out of the way.
Sandmann nails Altar Boy Mark with a facerake.
Sandmann is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Sandmann whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark hits Sandmann with a shoulderblock.
Altar Boy Mark hits a springboard legdrop on Sandmann.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a forearm smash, but Sandmann blocks it.
Sandmann hits a kick to the head on Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann throws Altar Boy Mark into the turnbuckle, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark charges into the corner.
Altar Boy Mark whips Sandmann into the ropes, but Sandmann reverses it.
The Embalmer trips Altar Boy Mark.
Bart Farinus threatens Sandmann with disqualification.
Bart Farinus warns The Embalmer.
Sandmann uses a fist to the midsection on Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann uses a facerake on Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann hits a kick to the midsection on Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann executes the DDT on Altar Boy Mark.
There are lots of chants for Sandmann.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
There is no referee to count.
Friar Fergus enters the ring and hits Sandmann with a chair.
Before Friar Fergus connects, Sandmann moves out of the way.
Friar Fergus hits Altar Boy Mark.
Sandmann throws Friar Fergus over the top rope.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Altar Boy Mark is out cold.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

(Suddenly, Friar Fergus nails the Embalmer in the back of the head with a large metal cross and rolls into the ring.)

JR: Rikishi has hit the ring! Superkick to Altar Boy who goes flying over the top rope!

RIKISHI: Hey! Listen up, brudda! You think you can get away with stealing my move? Well, let me tell you something, brudda! I got the fattest rump in all of sports entertainment!

RIKISHI: So, I'm challenging you, Friar Fergus, to a STINKFACE MATCH at Bruisermania!!

RIKISHI: Yeah, the first one who can give the other a stinkface first is the winner!

FERGUS: That's fine with me! I accept! You'll be getting a taste of my beautiful holy cross buns at Bruisermania!

RIKISHI: Listen up, brudda! I ain't wiped in over a week and I've been eating Team Beautiful's burritos all week! This is what you can expect next week! (Rikishi cuts the cheese so loud that he doesn't need a mic for it to be heard all over the arena! Several people in the front 7 rows behind Rikishi pass out!)

KING: Oh, my gosh! That horrible stench! It smells worse than when Tobey Miliken took a bath in the toilets a few weeks ago!

(The camera views the parking lot of the Target Center when a loud rumble is heard. A black 1967 Corvette Stingray slams on the brakes and squeals to a stop in a parking spot.)

JR: Our US Champion has arrived!

(Dreadnaught steps out of the car and grabs the US title from the passenger seat. He looks down at the title before tossing it over his shoulder. Dreadnaught stares into the camera.)

JR: He looks intent tonight!

King: He better be, he is in the main event!

JR: That’s right. It’s Master Z and Dreadnaught against Lowedown and Scotty Scotty!

King: Can the ring hold all those egos?

JR: I hope so! But, we are on the road to Bruisermania!

(Dreadnaught looks away from the camera and then heads into the building.)

(The scene opens the words... “Judge Your Day is Coming” Scroll across the
screen. We see video footage flashing of various courtrooms. “Yeah” By Usher
starts to Play. Then a sudden switch to Various scenes of The Judge partying
)

Voice: You’re Out of Order!

(A Scene flashes of The Judge joining bWo.)

Voice: You’re Badgering the witness!

( The Judge yelling his head off his shown.)

Voice: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth so help you god?

(A clip of The Judge looking very cocky nodding his head is shown.)

Voice: Order!

(The bWo parting is shown.)

Voice: Order!

(The Judge with girls all over him is shown.)

Voice: Order!

(The Judge standing over a fallen opponent is shown.)

Voice: I Said Order!

(The scene shakes and the screeching sound of a break is heard.)

Voice: ORDER!

(A picture of Tamer is shown.)

Voice: Welcome to the People’s Court!

(Tamer punching The Judge is shown.)

Voice: I hold you in contempt!

(Footage of a cage lowering around the Judge is shown. Everything goes dark.
A Light is turned on to show the back of a chair in the middle of a room.
The chair turns around and Tamer is sitting in it wearing blue jeans, black
boots, a white T-Shirt, and a leather jacket. Tamer has sunglasses and a
Bandanna on. Tamer has his Gold Belt over his shoulder. Tamer stand up from
the chair.)

Tamer: We are one week away. On week away from BruiserMania! The Granddaddy
of em’ all. The biggest stage you could ever compete on. And at
BruiserMania just one week from today in the Pontiac Silverdome! I will meet
the man know as The Judge in the ring.

(Tamer removes his sunglasses.)

Tamer: Now, Judge and I have a history. It goes back at least as far as
Survivor two-thousand-three. That’s when Judge and I started our paths of
rage against each other. Thing seamed to have just simmered down. But no.
they were never resolved and all it took was that one little spark to ignite
the fire. One slight mishap. Perhaps it was a mistake Judge. But I doubt it.
You wanted to face me. In fact I got a feeling after losing to Tyrone you
had to face me. You knew you had beaten me before but never one on
one..Never without outside interference. And you knew that I had defeated
Tyrone Smith. So you had to come for me. Resolve the issue. Not to mention I
got a feeling after losing your belt your were dying for Gold. And I’ve got
it. In fact I think I wasn’t just an option I was the only option. For your
own stability you had to face me Judge. But now you gotta think about
failure what will you do if you lose. I mean what do you do next go after
Scrappy Joe? In fact Judge I think for you mentally this is a must win.

(Tamer walks a little closer removing the bandanna and running his hand
through his hair.)

Tamer: Actually although you may not thinks o. I believe this is a must win
for both of us. You got a lot to prove. But you’re doing good already. You
beat Dreadnaught and Scotty Scott. I mean actually despite my run down of
you perhaps you would be able to walk away from this match with the L and
still be fine. But for myself it’s a different story. I am The Gold Belt
Champion. But I talk a lot of talk. Then again lately I’ve been backing
everything I say up. I believe Judge, I believe I can beat you. Now I have
to prove it. I have to climb that ladder and get my title at Mania. If I
lose everything I said was just talk. I have a lot to back up. Do I think I
can do it? Yes. But still I’m high up on a cloud talking big. I lose I may
plummet. I mean if I lose that could be it for me.

(Tamer looks a little frantic.)

Tamer: I never thought about I like this I mean this could be ....

(Tamer starts laughing.)

Tamer: You didn’t think I was serious did you? No you see Judge I’m fine I’m
walking, I’m talking, and I’m rearing to whip your @$$. It’s this simple
Judge you think you can just run rabid on everyone but you can’t At Mania
you’re going to get what is coming to you. You’re going to receive a rude
awakening. You signed the match judge but in all honesty you signed your own
death certificate. It’s over Judge. You going to see the light my brother.
Saying prayers and eating vitamins may not be your style but I suggest you
try it all because at Mania I’m going to bring you plummeting down to the
good ole’ green earth Really you should...

(Tamer clears his throat and stares into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

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(The cameras catch Slim Jim Sullivan standing outside of a door simply labelled "Locker Room". He knocks on the door, and opens it a crack)

Slim Jim: Can I talk to Sledge please?

(Some muttering is heard for a few seconds before a voice on the otherside of the door responds....)

Voice: He's not here....

(Slim Jim looks confused and pulls a peice of paper out of his pocket)

Slim Jim: but this is the locke room he was assigned to e in tonight.... are you sure he's not in here?

Voice: yep pretty sure....

Slim Jim: I guess I'll have to have people take a look around for him....

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

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down the ramp. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe and has her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Judge Moody taunts the crowd with her gavel as the crowd boos. The Executioner grabs a mic from ringside and hands it to Judge Moody.)

Moody: Sarah Lyn...somehow last week on Live you were able to win the Women's title from me, but it really doesn't matter...I still have two tries to get it back before the possible termination of the Women's division. You see, although I am upset with the news that the Women's division may be terminated, I am determined to become the last official Women's Champion. I want to make history books as the last official Women's Champion, in addition to the Greatest Women's Champion record. So the way I see it, you two girls have absolutely no chance at winning at Bruisermania, even though the perverted match is right down your alley.

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight I will win back the Women's title and then at Bruisermania I will most likely become the last BMWF Women's champion in BMWF history, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

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

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Denver, CO...
Weighing in at 140 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Sarah Lyn

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

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

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants with the Women's Title around her
waist. She's met by a resounding chorus of boos. She enters the ring and
grabs a mic. She doesn't speak until she stares Rachel down)

Sarah: Look at these little tricks. Is it no wonder I was able to beat
Moody's @$$ Friday? I mean look at her! Even Lowedown is more feminine than
her! And Rachel........ (laughs malevolently) You sad little girl. Still
crying over Tyrone leaving you, are you? We haven't seen or heard from you
in WEEKS! You mope out here and just lay down with your legs spread.....
just like when you stay at the PT house.....

JR:OH MY!!!!

Sarah: I just have one thing to say to you chickenheads......... Bring
it......

LILLY: Their opponent...
From Bristol, TN...

Weighing in at 130 pounds...

"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

KING: Well, JR! This is three weeks in a row that Rachel hasn't RPed! It looks like the end of the road for her!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Rachel Pitt whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes, but Sarah Lyn reverses it.
Rachel Pitt hits Sarah Lyn with a kick.
Rachel Pitt runs into the ropes.
Sarah Lyn hits Rachel Pitt with a shoulderblock.
Sarah Lyn goes for a thumb to the throat, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt takes Sarah Lyn down with a drop toehold.
Rachel Pitt nails Sarah Lyn with a huricanrana.
There is no crowd reaction.
Rachel Pitt nails Sarah Lyn with a huricanrana.
You could hear a pin drop.
Rachel Pitt whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes, but Sarah Lyn reverses it.
Rachel Pitt misses with an elbow.
Sarah Lyn misses with a shoulderblock.
Sarah Lyn misses with a clothesline.
Sarah Lyn hits Rachel Pitt with a shoulderblock.
Sarah Lyn uses a reverse underhook DDT on Rachel Pitt.
Sarah Lyn is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
Sarah Lyn goes for top-rope legdrop, but Rachel Pitt rolls out of the way.
Rachel Pitt tags out to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Sarah Lyn sets up Judge Moody on the turnbuckle.
Sarah Lyn hits a top-rope huracanrana on Judge Moody.
Sarah Lyn hits tilt-a-whirl-pile driver on Judge Moody.
Sarah Lyn nails Judge Moody with a thumb to the throat.
Sarah Lyn goes for an abdominal stretch, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Sarah Lyn is struggling to reach the ropes.
Sarah Lyn is inching her way towards the ropes.
Sarah Lyn tries to fight the pain.
Sarah Lyn is inching her way towards the ropes.
Sarah Lyn is writhing in pain.
Earl Hepner tells Sarah Lyn to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Sarah Lyn nods.
Rachel Pitt makes the save.
Judge Moody goes for a vertical suplex, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Sarah Lyn attempts to place Judge Moody on the turnbuckle, but Judge Moody
blocks it.
Sarah Lyn tags out to Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Judge Moody almost takes Rachel Pitt's head off with a clothesline
Judge Moody goes for Ankle Lock Submission, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt runs into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Rachel Pitt raises her fist into the air.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Rachel Pitt executes a huricanrana on Judge Moody.
There is no crowd reaction.
Rachel Pitt runs into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt misses with a clothesline.
Judge Moody uses a huricanrana on Rachel Pitt.
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt takes Judge Moody down with a snap suplex.
Rachel Pitt executes a stomachbreaker on Judge Moody.
Rachel Pitt hits Judge Moody with neckbreaker.
You could hear a pin drop.
Rachel Pitt sends Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.

JR: Rachel Pitt hits the Kiss of Death on Judge Moody and pins her! 1...2...NO! Sarah Lyn breaks it up! Sarah Lyn grabs Rachel Pitt and hits her with The Alimony! Wait, The Executioner just jumped on the ring apron!

King: What's he doing?

JR: The Executioner distracts both the ref and Sarah Lyn, allowing Judge Moody to get back to her feet.

King: What does Judge Moody have in her hand there? It looks like some kind of container!

JR: Judge Moody just tossed the contents of that container in Sarah Lyn's face! Wait...it's chocolate syrup! Sarah Lyn is blinded by that chocolate syrup! Judge Moody grabs Sarah by the hair and tosses her out of the ring!

King: That's cheating JR!

JR: Judge Moody is going to the top rope! As Rachel Pitt slowly gets to her feet, Judge Moody leaps off of the turnbuckle and hits the Moody Slam! As The Executioner jumps off of the ring apron, Judge Moody pins Rachel Pitt!

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, Sarah Lyn doesn't make it in time... three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

(The scene switches to the entrance stage. The lights in the arena fade. The
PA begins to play a sound of thunder. A cross target appears on the
Bruisertron. It moves around the screen, quickly at first but then slows
until it locks in the centre of the screen. The words TARGET ACQUIRED appear
at the foot of the screen. A huge pyro explodes above the Bruisertron. "AT
LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH MY HEAD, THROUGH MY HEAD,
THROUGH MY HEAD" blasts across the PA and the rest of "Bullets" by Creed
follows. The Headhunter appears in the entranceway.)

LILLY GARCIA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…..THE HEADHUNTER!!!!

(He begins to walk towards the ring.)

KING: This guy is a joke! What is with him lately JR!

JR: He certainly has hit a rough spot in his career.

KING: He lost to Blizzard! Ha!

JR: He is messed up in his head, and he has been for a long time. But I
think that it has finally caught up with him athletically. He needs to turn
it around and get back on track. It is certainly hard to believe that going
into last year’s Bruisermania this man was the Hardcore Champion and one of
the top rising stars in this company.

KING: He’s fell a long way since then JR!

(He reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. He stands in the
centre of the ring, raises his hand to his neck and cuts across his throat
with his thumb in the traditional cut throat manner. As his thumb reaches
the far side of his throat, a pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig
towards the top of the ramp. As it hits the whole of the front of the stage
erupts in pyro flames. He moves over and takes a microphone from Lilly. The
music fades and is replaced by massive boos from the crowd.)

HEADHUNTER: You are not going to get to me with your chanting and your
booing. I really don’t care what you people think anymore. I’ve heard the
talk in the back; I’ve read what it says on the internet. People are saying
that I am washed up, that I was just a flash in the pan after showing so
much potential as a superstar in my first few months. Since my return in
January, I have been a let down to myself, to my opponents, and more
importantly to my country. I came here to finish a job, and all I have done
is gone backwards. And I have never been more ashamed of anything in my
life.

(He shakes his head as the crowd shows no sympathy and begins a “BLEEPhole”
chant.)

HEADHUNTER: When I lost to Blizzard last Friday by countout, it was the
lowest point of my life. And I seriously thought about jacking it all in,
going home, calling it a day. And I almost did. I sat at home, I thought
about my life, and I realised something pathetic about me. And that is that
I have absolutely nothing other than this company in my life. The BMWF is
the only thing with meaning in my life so I left, I would have nothing to
live for. So at that moment, I knew that I had to turn my career around. I
have been the Hardcore Champion, the TV Champion, and inside the top five
contenders for the World Heavyweight Championship, and even if you people
don’t think that I can get back up there, I know I can.

(A “You Suck!” chant begins.)

HEADHUNTER: But I know that I will need guidance, because I have to find my
feet again. I sat at home and watched videos of myself from about a year or
so ago. I was on the path to glory, standing shoulder to shoulder with the
likes of Vernon Vanderbilt, a man who fought for the World Title not too
long ago. But I didn’t do this alone, I had someone with me, showing me the
way to go. But I stupidly gave all that up, thinking that I knew best. He
tried to keep my feet on the ground but I would not listen. And only as I
watched that footage did I realise that I was wrong. So I picked up the
telephone and gave him a call. And right now it is my honour and my
privilege to bring to you people one of the greatest of all time. Ladies and
gentlemen please welcome………….LORD STEVEN!!!!!

(The lights in the arena fade. Suddenly the Union Jack, the flag of Great
Britain, fills the Bruisertron. A heavy metal version of “Rule Britannia”
blasts through the PA. A spotlight drops onto the stage as Lord Steven
appears through the curtain.)

JR: I don’t believe it!

KING: Neither do I!

(Lord Steven starts to slowly walk to the ring with a smirk on his face.)

JR: We haven’t seen this man in almost a year.

KING: Didn’t The Headhunter beat the crap out of him JR?

JR: He sure did. Lord Steven tried to calm down his anti-American sentiment
and The Headhunter didn’t like it if I remember correctly. He beat him
bloody and threw him out of the door. We haven’t seen him since then.

KING: He can’t seriously trust a guy like The Headhunter again can he?

(Steven walks down the ramp towards the ring to the boos of the crowd. He
reaches the ring, climbs the steel steps, and then wipes his feet on the
ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. The music fades and massive
boos can be heard around the arena. Lord Steven moves over and takes a
microphone from Lilly Garcia. He walks over to The Headhunter and shakes his
hand in the middle of the ring. This is met with immense booing from the
crowd.)

STEVEN: Yes, I have returned from the motherland to once again grace the
Bruisermania Wrestling Federation with my presence. And as I stepped from
the aeroplane I realised that nothing has changed in this country. America
is still the foul cesspool that it always has been.

(A “USA” chant begins.)

STEVEN: Please, feel free to chant as much as your heart desires. It will
change nothing. Now I know that you are all probably wondering why I, Lord
Steven, have returned to once again stand side by side with The Headhunter.
After all, he did viciously assault me last year after I offered him my
wonderful advice that had taken him up the ladder of success in the BMWF.
Well, I am not one to hold a grudge with a fellow Englishman, especially
when he has the decency to apologise for his actions. And it filled me with
great sorrow to see such a man in a terrible position. You see, I moulded
The Headhunter into the anti-American monster that terrorised this company
last year. As a rookie, he needed my guidance and one was there to provide
that. But he made a poor choice and he knows that. He could not function in
the proper manner without me; he just simply was not ready. I could not
stand by and allow an athlete with such potential to flounder, so when he
telephoned me over the weekend, I packed my suitcase and brought myself back
here. This man needs my help and I am here to provide it.

(He lowers his microphone and looks over to The Headhunter.)

HEADHUNTER: Yes people, Lord Steven is back in the BMWF. The British are
united once again, and I vow to make us strong once again. This man will
take me back to the top where I belong. He will allow me to realise my goals
in this company and stamp the authority of the British as a representative
of the rest of the world against America. And that starts next week at
Bruisermania, the biggest event of them all. Lord Steven will once again
stand by my side as I take on Kurt Dangle, the ultimate American figure. I
will prove to Steve, I will to you people and I will prove to myself that I
can reclaim what I once had and climb above it. The Hunter is finding
strength once again, and it is time for the prey to run and hide.

(The Headhunter throws down the microphone causing a loud bump over the PA.
The heavy metal version of “Rule Britannia” blasts across the PA. The
Headhunter moves over and hugs Lord Steven, who seems quite uncomfortable
with the show of affection. As The Headhunter moves away, Lord Steven smiles
then brushes down his suit. The two raise their arms in the air to the boos
of the crowd.)

JR: I cannot believe this; I would have never expected to see these two side
by side again.

KING: I can’t believe that The Headhunter would apologise to anyone!

JR: I has to be said that The Headhunter was a powerful force with the help
of Lord Steven, so I think that the lockeroom should be on its guard now
that the partnership has resumed.

(The Headhunter and Lord Steven drop out of the ring and head up the ramp.)

KING: I wonder if Lord Steven will be up to his old tricks at Bruisermania.

JR: Well if he is, Kurt Dangle doesn’t stand much chance if that match is
made.

(The two leave through the curtain.)

FADE

(a black limo pulls into the Target Center. Carlos,wearing a three piece
white suit,steps out and goes to the trunk for the bags. Mafioso then steps
out wearing a black zoot suit. Michael Bole approaches as the limo pulls
away)

Bole: Mafioso tonight you face Kolic in a non title match. How do you feel?

Mafioso: Well about Kolic I have no worries. What is stressing me right now
homie is the piece of crap city we're in!

(The crowd boos)

Mafioso: Seriously, think about it. The Xcel Center over in St.Paul would
have been a much better place to conduct business but I guess this will have
to do.

Bole: On this past Live you had a match with the current World Champ Master
Z. Were you forced into this match or what was the deal?

Mafioso: The deal essa is this... I asked for that match and I'll tell you
why. I did it cuz I'm not afraid of anyone! Not Scotty Scott,not Master
Z,not Tobey,or Axe,or Kolic,or even Sledge or Lowedown!

Bole: That's a pretty big statement!

Mafioso: Well it's true! I wanna get it straight that I'm not taking a page
from Dawg's book I'm simply saying that it seems to me that a lot of people
around here are either afraid to get their BLEEP kicked or think that the
newer talent isn't worth the time. That's understandable considering all of
the people who make it in and then disappear after a short time. Well
neither of those apply to me! I am not afraid of going into a match against
a seasoned vet nor will I be leaving anytime soon! I'm here to learn from
the triumph's of the best and from the mistakes of the worst. The best way
to do that is in the ring!

Bole: Well there you have it folks.

(Mafioso and Carlos collect there bags and make their way reluctantly into
the Target Center)

(Kurt Dangle is in his street clothes getting a glass of milk and some cookies in the cafeteria when The Rock come up to him.)

ROCK: Kurt, what in the blue hell are you doing? You have a match in a few minutes! Go get dressed!

KURT: A match? What do you mean I have a match? I'm retiring! I've ended career after career and now my neck needs surgery!

ROCK: Besides, that British pile of monkey crap The Headhunter just challenged you to a match at Bruisermania!

KURT: What the heck? A match at Bruisermania?! But, I'm going to retire and become a manager or a commissioner or NFL football player or something!

ROCK: Well you can retire your candy @$$ after Bruisermania! Get out there or the Rock will have to layeth the smacketh down on you himself, you bald monkey nipple!

KURT: Gee, Rock! Just because I shave down there doesn't mean you have to be insulting!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing his stars and stripes singlet. He flexes his neck then walks to the ring as red, white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. From out of the flames arises Ravnos carrying a goblet full of blood and the Embalmer. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos goes for a powerbomb, but Kurt Dangle counters it with a kneebar.
Ravnos makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 11 seconds.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headlock takedown, but Ravnos counters it with
a back suplex.
Ravnos is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos takes Kurt Dangle down with a jumping DDT.
Ravnos has the crowd going wild.
Ravnos is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Ravnos goes for a facerake, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle sends Ravnos into the turnbuckle.
Kurt Dangle charges into the corner, but Ravnos moves out of the way.
Ravnos hits Kurt Dangle.
Ravnos kicks Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle punches Ravnos.
Kurt Dangle puts Ravnos in a front facelock.
Ravnos is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ravnos breaks the hold with a low blow after 7 seconds.
Ravnos goes for an armbar submission, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle hits Ravnos with a waistlock suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Kurt Dangle hits Ravnos.
A few fans are booing Kurt Dangle, while a few others are cheering him.
Kurt Dangle kicks Ravnos.
A few fans are booing Kurt Dangle, while a few others are cheering him.
Kurt Dangle whips Ravnos into the ropes, but Ravnos reverses it.
Ravnos hits Kurt Dangle with a kick.
Ravnos goes for a side suplex, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle uses a waistlock suplex on Ravnos.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Kurt Dangle sends Ravnos into the turnbuckle, but Ravnos reverses it.
Kurt Dangle comes back, but is met with a clothesline.
Ravnos uses an eye gouge on Kurt Dangle.
Ravnos takes Kurt Dangle down with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ravnos executes a double underhook suplex on Kurt Dangle.
Ravnos hits Kurt Dangle with a Hotshot.
The crowd is really behind Ravnos.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The crowd is really behind Ravnos.
Ravnos takes Kurt Dangle down with a double underhook suplex.
Ravnos covers Kurt Dangle.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kurt Dangle goes for a forearm smash, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos takes Kurt Dangle down with a forearm to the back.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Ravnos with a kick.
Kurt Dangle executes the Olympic Slam on Ravnos.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kurt Dangle goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Kurt Dangle.

*DING DING*

(Suddenly The Headhunter sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom
rope. He runs straight past Ravnos and dives at Kurt Dangle. The Headhunter
assaults Dangle with a flurry of right and left hands, pummelling him in the
face and chest.)

KING: Aaaaaahhh, he came from no where!

JR: What a vicious assault by The Headhunter!

(The Headhunter stands and waits for Dangle to get up, which he slowly does
several seconds later. The Headhunter boots Dangle in the stomach, and then
hoists him up in the air. The Headhunter holds Dangle in that position for
ten seconds, then drives him to the mat with a hellacious Targetbuster. The
Headhunter stands and is met with the boos of the crowd.)

JR: That was a blink and you’ll miss it assault by The Headhunter! He
blindsided Kurt Dangle and has left him in a pile in the ring.

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Kurt Dangle is
barely moving in the ring.)

KING: Dangle is out JR! The Headhunter really did a number on him!

JR: This must be the change in attitude that we’ve all been waiting for!

(The Headhunter disappears through the curtain.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(The Bruisertron lights up showing the image of Axe walking down the hallways backstage as the crowd reacts by booing. He is carrying his duffel bag and about to enter the locker room when he is stopped by Michael Bole and a cameraman.)

Bole: Hey there Axe I was wondering if I could get a few words regarding your opponent La Pakka and Bruisermania?

Axe: Whatever go ahead.

Bole: Last week on Bedlam you made a challenge to Tobey Miliken for Bruisermania and now another wrestler has been thrown into the mix Ezekiel, for a falls-count-anywhere match! How do you think you will fend in this match?

Axe: Well Bole the match that I requested is in my "environment" so to speak. I am able to work well when I am told there are no holds barred and anything goes. I can take punishment and at the same time dish it right back with no problems. Now I am not saying I won't walk out from that match hurt, bloodied, and bruised but I will fend quite well as I am use to this type of stuff.

Bole: How do you mean I am a little confused?

Axe: That's surprising usually your right on the money.

Bole: I am?

(Axe shakes his head.)

Axe: Regarding your question I have gone through a life of abuse and throughout all the years your skin begins to grow hard and your mind shuts off. I was picked on and bullied, beaten up by jocks and what not that it all began to feel the same. But for my opponents like Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel they won't be able to absorb so much punishment...I just hope they know what they have gotten into because once that bell sounds I am become another person.

Bole: On the note of punishment any comments towards Tyrone who gave you a brutal beating last week?

Axe: No there are no comments. He went out to prove a point but like I said injuries eventually go away but memories do not. I will remember when he sliced my forehead open and got these stitches (Points to forehead) and when he powerbombed me onto the announce table. That will always stay but as far as me going out and getting some payback that isn't necessary.

Bole: Why?

Axe: Because I have my hands full and he's a dangerous man no doubt about it.

Bole: Are you afraid?

(Axe stares a hole through Bole.)

Axe: If there is one thing I am not afraid you get that through your head Bole. That is not the reason he is high commodity and I am still making my way up that ladder. Now is there anything else you want to throw at me?

Bole: Tonight your facing La Pakka how do you think you will do in the match?

Axe: Once I get into my mindset and avoid annoyances such as yourself and focus on my opponent and one thing at a time, I should be able to do okay. I plan to put on a good match not for these moronic good for nothing fans but for myself and the company.

Bole: Will we get a small preview of Bruisermania tonight on Tobey or Ezekiel?

Axe: Now why would I answer a question like that it just ruins everything and there would be no surprise your smart enough to know that.

Bole: Well thanks for your time.

Axe: Whatever.

(Axe brushes him aside and enters the locker room as the screen blinks out and goes to the announce table.)

JR: I'll tell you what folks now that the match has become a falls-count-anywhere match who knows what type of carnage and destruction Axe and his fellow opponents will brew up.

King: All I can say is that the ratings will go through the roof!

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown standing in front of a large Bruisermania poster.)

Judge: BMWF Bedlam...the last stop before Bruisermania, the biggest event of the year for the sports-entertainment industry. Bruisermania will likely bring millions of dollars to the BMWF, from all the fans who will be packed into the Pontiac Silverdome next Monday, to all the fans watching at home with their family and friends. But all of those people aren't spending their hard-earned money to watch Dreadnaught and Scotty Scott battle it out. Oh no...they wouldn't waste their money on that! They're all paying to see The Judge demolish Tamer in a Caged Ladder match to win the BMWF Gold Belt title!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: In exactly one week from now, around this time, I will be trapped inside of a cage with nothing but a ladder to use against Tamer. The BMWF Gold Belt title will be hanging from the top of the cage and the first person to go up and retrieve the Gold Belt title from the top of the cage using the ladder, will win the match. But see, it's more than just winning the Gold Belt title. It's about respect. It just doesn't get any better than winning at Bruisermania. And I would know, I won last year too.

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: So I want you all to keep this in mind when deciding whether or not to purchase BMWF Bruisermania 2004, because although I cannot promise that the other guys will put on a great show, I can 100% gurantee that I will put the gretaest beating on Tamer you have ever seen and walk out of Bruisermania next Monday with the Gold Belt in hand. And if you fans don't believe me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as the camera fades on the Bruisermania logo.)

JR: The Judge vs. Tamer in a Caged Ladder match for the Gold Belt title is just one week away at Bruisermania 2004!

>>>

(The cameras follow Slim Jim Sullivam as he walks through the parking lot...)

Slim Jim: I heard he was out here.... ah there he is....

(The camera pans to catch Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski hanging out in the bed of his blue Dodge Dakota, sitting in a lawn chair, with his feet kicked up on the tailgate, and drinking a bottle of MGD. As the camera approaches we can here Sledge's radio....)

Radio: Smokin, trippin, drinkin
never thinkin whats to be
Another day, another war
has come to set me free
The guage is broke the tank is full
it's where the violence rolls
drinkin booze and raisin' rifles
helps me through and through

(Slim Jim Sullivan gets near Sledge's truck and calls out to him.....)

Slim JIm: Sledge, may I have a few words....

(Sledge stands in the bed of his truck, and jumps over the side....)

Radio: A never ending rolling nightmare with no end in sight
i start to drink, get high and smashed, it gets me feeling right
The guage is broke the tank is full
it's where the violence rolls
drinkin booze and raisin' rifles
helps me through and through

(Sledge opens the door of the truck and turns off the radio...)

Sledge: Alright Jimbo.... you made your way all the way outside, I suppose the least I can do is show you the courtesy to give you an interview.....

Slim Jim: ALright then Sledge, I suppose my first question is what are you doing out here, and not in your assigned locker room?

Sledge: Jimmy, did you see where they had me assigned.... it was the job-suad locker room.... I'm not going to spend my time in some BLEEEEEEP jobber locker room. I've been here long enough that I think I deserve that much respect atlleast...

Slim Jim: But Sledge, no you haven't.... you haven't been here for months....

Sledge: So you're saying that I'm not going to be able to step right back into place like so many others have....

Slim Jim: I don't know how its going to work, but before you left you were sharing a locker room with the rst of TCW... it was you, Box, Cruz, and your protoges Kolic, Eco-System, and Tai Hashi..... now Kolic bleongs to Prime Time....

Sledge: Don't remind me...

Slim Jim: Eco, Tai, Box, and Cruz have all left the fed as well.... you may just have to wait awhile before you get a private locker room again....

Sledge: Well Jimmy, that kinda sucks.

Slim Jim: I can understand that. Speaking of stepping back into place... what do you plan on doing now that you have returned?

Sledge: well I suppose after Bruisermania, I have to make a decision.... you see I'm still under contract to AJSBWA, but that runs out at the end of the month, and I still hold the AJSBWA National Title.... so I've got an idea I need to talk over with a couple of bosses, but hopefully we can get this settled peacefully... quickly, and quietly...

Slim Jim: What of your match vs Asylum at Bruisermania?

Sledge: What about it? I have no ill-will towards the man... I know its going to be a hard fought match..... but like I said that was just to get my foot into the door.

Slim Jim: and what of Tamer's comments?

Sledge: What? oh you mean the vignette where he tried ripping off the bWo at Live, and had absolutely no flair of originality or drama..... screw him... he's a nothing... a never has been... he's always found someone's coat tails to ride, but never had balls enough to do anything on his own. Don't tell me you didn't notice how Bob and myself never batted an eye when he left us for Prime Time... it was because he was a distraction... a cheerleader... and he never would have gotten away with "Team jacket" crap with us...., we'd have slapped his @$$ to the ground and he knows it.

Slim Jim: So you have total disdain for Prime Time?

Sledge: No Jimmy, I don't.... Tamer I don't like.... Vern and myslef.... well when haven't I wanted to rip out his throat.... Rachel's got a sweet @$$.... Truck's pretty cool.... Clancey I never really interacted with..., and Kolic.... well Kolic's my boy..... I've got his back anytime he wants it.

Slim Jim: You don't seem to have changes much in your time over seas....

SLedge: well that remains to be seen.

*NExTEL BEEP*

(Sledge takes a phone off his belt and looks at it...)

Sledge: Excuse me Jim... but I got business here....

Slim JIm: Alright Sledge, well Good luck tonight against Achu.... and next week vs Asylum...

Sledge: yeah whatever....

*Nextel Beep*

Sledge: yeah man what do you want....

*Nextel Beep*

Voice: About next wee.....

(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Elektroshock

("High Energy" by AC/DC blasts over the PA as Elektroshock makes his way out to the cheers of the fans. He rushes to the ring and slides under the ropes. He holds his arms up in victory.)

Elektroshock: Headhunter, we meet again. But last time if I remember correctly, you got the win. This is a new day and a new era. This is the era of the Union essa. We don't care what we have to do... Who we have to do it to. But soon we will have all the gold of the BMWF. Botto, you have held gold here and soon I will as well. But tonight, I will make sure that I walk away with the victory.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

**DING DING**

JR:The Headhunter and Elektroshock circle the ring
The two charge towards each other
The two lock up
The Headhunter gets the advantage
The Headhunter pushes Elektroshock back into the corner
The Headhunter hits a forearm into the chest of Elektroshock

Elektroshock begs off.
The Headhunter hoists Elektroshock high into the air with a vertical suplex, the
n sends Elektroshock crashing hard to the mat.
The Headhunter throws Elektroshock into the turnbuckle.
The Headhunter runs shoulder-first into the corner.
The Headhunter punches Elektroshock.
The Headhunter chops Elektroshock.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing The Headhunter
and a few others cheering him.
Elektroshock chops The Headhunter.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Elektroshock chops The Headhunter.
Elektroshock nails The Headhunter with a double-axhandle to the back.
Elektroshock executes a fist to the midsection on The Headhunter.
Elektroshock takes The Headhunter down with a chop.
Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter goes for a Gorilla Press, but Elektroshock blocks it.
Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter misses with a clothesline.
Elektroshock hits The Headhunter with a kick.
Elektroshock hits The Headhunter with a kick to the midsection.
Elektroshock whips The Headhunter into the ropes, but The Headhunter
reverses it.
The Headhunter hits Elektroshock with a shoulderblock.
The Headhunter locks Elektroshock in a bearhug.
Elektroshock reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
The Headhunter goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Elektroshock
counters it with a low blow.
Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter executes a Gorilla Press on Elektroshock.
The Headhunter nails Elektroshock with a splash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Headhunter hits Elektroshock with a fallaway slam.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
The Headhunter whips Elektroshock into the ropes.
Elektroshock hits The Headhunter with a shoulderblock.
Elektroshock whips The Headhunter into the ropes.
The Headhunter hits Elektroshock with an elbow.
The Headhunter is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
The Headhunter uses a fallaway slam on Elektroshock.
Some fans are starting to leave.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
Some fans are starting to leave.
The Headhunter whips Elektroshock into the turnbuckle.
The Headhunter charges in with the Stinger Splash, but Elektroshock
moves out of the way.
Elektroshock takes The Headhunter down with a double-axhandle to the back.
Elektroshock executes a powerslam on The Headhunter.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Elektroshock hits a double-axhandle to the back on The Headhunter.
Elektroshock hits The Headhunter with a kneedrop.
Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter misses with a clothesline.
Elektroshock goes for a clothesline, but The Headhunter ducks out of the way.
The Headhunter punches Elektroshock.
The Headhunter kicks Elektroshock.
The Headhunter is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.

JR: Elektroshock hits a right hand into the face of The Headhunter
The Headhunter stumbles back into the ropes
Elektroshock bounces off the opposite ropes
Elektroshock charges at The Headhunter
Elektroshock leaps at The Headhunter
The Headhunter drops to the mat
Elektroshock flies over the top rope
Elektroshock crashes to the floor
The referee starts to count
The Headhunter starts to stand
The Headhunter grabs onto the referee for leverage
The referee starts to tell off The Headhunter
The Headhunter shouts back at the referee

KING: We’ve got an argument in the middle of the match! Ha!

JR: Lord Steven moves around the outside of the ring
Elektroshock starts to stand
Lord Steven pulls a set of Brass Knux from his jacket pocket
Lord Steven slides the Knux onto his fist
The referee is still arguing with The Headhunter

KING: Referee!

JR: He can’t do this!
Lord Steven charges at Elektroshock
Lord Steven smashes the Knux into the face of Elektroshock
Elektroshock collapses on the floor
Lord Steven quickly takes the Knux off of his fist
The Headhunter lets the referee go
The Headhunter drops out of the ring
The Headhunter picks Elektroshock up
The Headhunter throws Elektroshock into the ring

KING: That was convenient!

JR: Obviously a staged assault by Lord Steven and The Headhunter
The Headhunter climbs into the ring
Elektroshock is not moving
The Headhunter raises Elektroshock to his feet
The Headhunter gives the cutthroat signal
The Headhunter hoists Elektroshock up
The Headhunter smashes Elektroshock into the mat with the Targetbuster
The Headhunter covers for the pin
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.

*DING DING*

LILLY GARCIA: Here is your winner…..THE HEADHUNTER!!

(“Bullets” by Creed blasts over the PA as Lord Steven enters to ring to
congratulate The Headhunter.)

JR: What chance did Elektroshock have with that cheat Lord Steven at
ringside? There was nothing he could do!

KING: I guess this renewed friendship is working out for The Headhunter!

JR: Oh yeah, he’s reaping the benefits. If the match is made for
Bruisermania between The Headhunter and Kurt Dangle then Dangle better have
eyes in the back of his head because Lord Steven is definitely trouble.

(Lord Steven raises the hand of The Headhunter.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up with the words “earlier this evening”. The scene then cuts the outside of the Target Center, where the parking lot is almost empty. A few workers are sweeping up trash in the lot in expectation of tonight’s Bedlam. The camera pans and we see a shiny new blue and white Ford pickup enter the parking lot. The pickup speeds up toward the camera and comes to a halt only a few feet away. Inside, we can see Chuck Tunny at the wheel and Scrappy Joe in the passenger seat. Chuck opens the door and steps out. He turns toward his brother as Scrappy Joe slides over into the driver’s seat.)

Chuck: You sure you want to wait out here? He won’t be comin’ for a long time, you know.

Tunny: I don’t care how long I hafta wait. I wanna be sure I’m here behind the wheel when his fat @$$ gets here!

Chuck: Alright, suit yourself. I’m gonna go inside to test out the vendors’ food.

Tunny: Don’t forget to get the others ready, Chuck! I want this to be somethin’ he never forgets!

(Chuck has started walking away, but turns back and shouts.)

Chuck: Don’t worry, Joey! I’ve got it all worked out!

(Chuck walks away, and Tunny looks at the clock on the dashboard.)

Tunny: Another hour an’ a half, two hours. An’ then you’re mine!

(The scene fades as Tunny slams shut the driver’s side door.)

(Tobey Miliken is in the locker room going over his NCAA Brackets when Shawn walks in.)

Shawn: Are you ready for your match with Truck?

Tobey: Truck? What the heck kind of name is Truck anyways. Yes, I am ready for my big match tonight. TONIGHT, I SNAP THE LOSING STREAK.

Shawn: By the way, what are you doing there?

Tobey: Oh, I'm just going over some of the brackets from this weekends big NCAA tournament.

Shawn: Some good games this weekend. And a few bracket busters.

Tobey: Bracket Busters? That's what is going to happen tonight. TONIGHT LIVE ON BEDLAM, the fans are going to see a few bracket busters. Not just seeing me run over TRUCK. BUT I have a few other surprises in store.

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

Big Kev: 'Mania is only a week away, are you sure Vern is even going to show up?

White Lightning: I don't know, I think he's trying to duck me again

Big Kev: Or he's running scared

White Lightning: That could be it, I have kicked his pretty boy behind every week now and even stole his IC Title

Big Kev: Looks like Bruisermania should be a cakewalk then

White Lightning: Definitely, especially because I'll officially be a double champ

Big Kev: It was only a matter of a time

White Lightning: Anyway we got to get inside, we need to pay Mr. Vanderbilt a few visits tonight.

(Both men walk into the arena as the camera fades…)

JR: Folks, I'm getting word that there is a major disturbance backstage. We
have cameras at the scene.

(The scene cuts to in front of the Prime Time locker room. From off camera a
bloody Tobey Miliken comes flying, slamming head first into the Prime Time
door. There is a big blood splat where Miliken hit. He slides down and lays
motionless on the floor)

JR: What in the world is going on?!

(Tyrone Smith slowly walks into the picture. He knocks on the door)

JR: OH MY!!! Tyrone Smith has been very secretive of his plans for Tobey
Miliken in this $50 Thousand Challenge made by Vernon Vanderbuilt.

(Tyrone knocks on the door and waits for an answer. The door swings open and
a perturbed Mr. Showtime stands in the doorway)

Vern: What is all the commotion? What's going on....... Oh.....

Tyrone: I hear dares a reward on dis chump's head.....

Vern: Well, yes, yes indeed. $50 Thousand to whoever can come up with the
most creative beating on that scum (points to Miliken)

Tyrone: Well, I'm here to collect my check....

Vern: Oh really? What do you have Inkster for him, or am I to suppose you've
already done the deed?

Tyrone: Follow me.....

(Tyrone grabs a handful of Tobey's hair and drags the lifeless body down the
hallway. Vernon hesitates to follow, but does after quickly thinking it
over.)

JR: Where is Tyrone taking Miliken?

(The men walk down the hall and make their first left. Tyrone leads the way
down the hallway, which is becoming darker and darker as they walk further.
They stop in front of a large metal machine that has several mechanical arms
with weapons such as chainsaws, hatchets, a plastic bag full of broken class
and a lit blow torch. Vern's eyes grow big at the large machine of violence
as Tyrone grins maniacally at his creation. He releases Tobey's hair,
allowing his head to slam hard on the concrete floor)

JR: Oh...... my...... word.......

Tyrone: Impressed?

Vern: This is nice, Smith. But what does it do?

Tyrone: Well, I place ol' Milkdud on dat platform under all da "party
arms", pull dat lever, an' let da party begin.

Vern: Clever...... let's see it in action.

Tyrone: Right-o, boss!

(Tyrone picks up Miliken and lays him on the small platform at the base of
the large machine. He then walks over to the lever on the other side of the
machine)

Tyrone: Ya might wanna stand back over here a bit, dawg.... don't want to
get ya caught up in it.

(Vern walks over by Tyrone and rubs his hands in anticipation. Tyrone places
his hands on the lever and begins to tease-pull it while counting down)

Tyrone: Here...... we.... GO!!

*CLANK*

JR: OH MY!!!!

King: He double-crossed him!!!

JR: Tyrone pulled the lever back, but instead of anything happening to
Miliken, the lever detached from the machine and Tyrone spun around and
nailed Vern right in the face with it!!!!

(Vern lays on the ground holding his face. Tyrone stands above him with a
familiar look of rage on his face)

Tyrone: Ya t'ink ya can buy me, fly boy?! Ya t'ink dat ya can play me like
dat? Take care of yer dirty work an' get a lil' cash on da side for it?
(beep) ya! I ain't yer puppet! I ain't nobody's puppet!

(Tyrone throws the lever down with force onto Vern)

Tyrone: Dat'll teach ya to be so d@mn trustin', son......... (beep)in'
name-stealin', fly boy punk......

(Tyrone walks away. The camera zooms in on Vern, who is slowly regaining
composure. He sits up on the ground, holding his face, but peeks over his
fingers and looks down the hallway in the direction that Tyrone walked,
speaking soft enough that the camera's microphone can barely pick it up)

Vern: Nobody’s puppet, he says. Well, Tyrone Smith, you’re going to find
out soon enough just what puppets are capable of.

(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 275 pounds...

Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski

(A rumble starts up in the arena, and The Chicago Skyline rises up on the BruiserTron as drums kick in hard followed by the distorted guitar riff of "Primal Concrete Sledge" by Pantera. When the song hits its first pause Sledge erupts from behind the curtain wearing worn out jeans, his leather jacket, fingerless gloves, sunglasses, lightning bolt bandanna, and work boots, while carrying his hammer, and AJSBPW National title belt.....)

PA: There's a double standard for the way we live
If there's nothing to have, well then there's nothing to save
I'll break a sweat and I don't regret
What you'd kill to see brings out the god in me.

(Sledge takes his hammer and makes a pointing gesture at the ring and raises it above his head in his right hand....)

PA: Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

(Sledge puts his hammer down in the center of the stage head first so it stands. He walks to the right side of the stage and tosses his sunglasses into the crowd.)

PA: The man of a thousand retirements
Will always be the one to tell you when to quit
I won't take stock in a withered man
I'm reaching into you, I'll make you understand

(Sledge walks to the left side and tosses his bandanna into the crowd)

PA: Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

(Sledge returns to the middle of the stage and retrieves his hammer before walking down the ramp toward the ring. Once he arrives at the ring he enters, jumps on a turnbuckle and holds his AJSBPW National title above his head.)

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

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

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Achu uses a chop on Sledge.
Achu punches Sledge.
Achu is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
Sledge kicks Achu.
Achu punches Sledge.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu hits Sledge.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu punches Sledge.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu takes Sledge down with a punch.
Achu whips Sledge into the ropes.
Achu goes for a bodyslam, but Sledge blocks it.
Sledge chops Achu.
The crowd is going "We want Charles Robertson !".
Sledge chops Achu.
Achu chops Sledge.
Achu hits Sledge.
Achu executes a savate kick on Sledge.
Achu takes Sledge down with a chop.
Achu goes for a chokehold, but Sledge blocks it.
Sledge nails Achu with a big boot to the face.
Sledge takes Achu down with a fireman's buster.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Sledge goes for a clothesline, but Achu counters it with a Gorilla Press.
In turn, Sledge counters it with a facerake.
Sledge hits a spinebuster on Achu.
Sledge catches Achu in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Achu manages to grab the ropes after 6 seconds.
Sledge sends Achu into the turnbuckle.
Sledge runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Sledge nails Achu with a big boot to the face.
Sledge is met with a "Sledge sucks" chant.
Sledge executes a backward kick on Achu.
Sledge is met with a "Sledge sucks" chant.
Sledge puts Achu in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Achu is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Achu makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Sledge executes the Choking Sweep on Achu.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Sledge goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A small "Sledge" chant is being started.

*DING DING*

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen we hear Michael Bole is standing by backstage with our TV Champion White Lightning

(Cameras backstage show Michael Bole sitting down on a black chair in what appears to be the bWo locker room. The camera pans over a little further to see White Lightning sitting down in an identical chair.)

Bole: So, White Lightning, with Bruisermania only a few weeks away, How are you feeling going into your match with Vernon Vanderbilt?

White Lightning: Well, I'm feeling great, but I'm pretty sure Vern isn't. Actually, I'm a little BLEEPed off that it seems like he is trying to get out of facing me. Every time I beat him down, he just takes it. I guess he's scared.

Bole: With the TV and IC Titles on the line, does it make the match even that much more important?

White Lightning: Well, any match at Bruisermania would be important. They say Bruisermania is where legends are made. This year, the whole world will see me become a double champion and become even a bigger legend than I already am. So to answer you question, you bet your @$$ its more important.

Bole: Do you have any sort of strategy entering this match?

White Lightning: Just to do what I do best and that is to WIN! I'll do whatever it takes, pull out all the stops. I must win and I will win. Vern has never faced a man of my quality and after he gets passed the initial shock that I am that damn good, then I will just beat him from one corner of the ring to the other until you see me standing over him victorious with both titles in hand. Then, and only then, is it over.

Bole: Well, what about tonight, you and the Judge team up to take on Vern and Tamer?

White Lightning: Well, anytime two bWo members team up, its almost a guaranteed victory. Let's face it, the bWo is the elite group in the BMWF, and in an elite group is elite members and that's what we have. The best of the best! Tonight, should be a cakewalk. A few weeks back, the bWo proved we were the best in the BMWF when we beat Prime Time, even without Lowedown. Tonight, PT will get their @$$es kicked bWo-style!

Bole: Any Last words for Vern?

White Lightning: Vern, you can't hide forever! The clock is ticking, in one week, we will meet one on one and then, you will have nowhere to run or hide. Just look at tonight as a preview of the beating you will get next week. Vern, I have two words left for you…. YOU SUCK!!

Bole: There you have it from White Lightning

(The camera fades as Michael Bole exits…)

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. A blinding flash goes off witha thunderous boom. Blues strobes go over the crowd. "Releasing the Demons" by Godsmack hits the PA system. Asylume xplodes from behind the curtain. He's wearing a blue muscle tank top and black camo pants. He runs down the ramp and sldies in the ring. Asylum jumps on a turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. He hops down and asks for a mic.)

Asylum: Tonight I got Tunny who considers me washed up and pass my prime. Scrappy Joe, I haven't even hit my prime. And as for you, well I doubt you'll even have one. Scrappy, it's actually kind of simple tonight, You walk down to the ring I whip your @$$, pin you 1,2,3 ding ding. And its really going to be like that. No if, ands, or buts about it.

(Asylum turns his back from the Bruisertron to face the crowd.)

Crowd: KICK HIS @$$!!!!! KICK HIS @$$!!!!

(A rumble starts up in the arena, and The Chicago Skyline rises up on the BruiserTron as drums kick in hard followed by the distorted guitar riff of "Primal Concrete Sledge" by Pantera. When the song hits its first pause Sledge erupts from behind the curtain wearing worn out jeans, his leather jacket, fingerless gloves, sunglasses, lightning bolt bandanna, and work boots, while carrying his hammer, and AJSBPW National title belt.....)

PA: There's a double standard for the way we live
If there's nothing to have, well then there's nothing to save
I'll break a sweat and I don't regret
What you'd kill to see brings out the god in me.

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

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

(Sledge puts down his hammer and pulls a microphone out of his jacket....)

Sledge: ASYLUM.... hey, how you doin bud??? I haven't seen you in quite a long time.

Asylum: SLEDGE!!!! WHAT THE *BLEEP* DO YOU WANT????

(Sledge puts up his hand palm out as if to tell Asylum wait...)

Sledge: Now no reason to get hostile. I'm just here as a reminder there buddy.... you got one week....

Asylum: One Week? Oh yeah... one week until I kick your @$$!!!!

(Sledge smirks to the crowd...)

Sledge: NO man, you got one week until the biggest show of the year..... BRUISERMANIA!!!! Where you'll finally have to step up and face a real opponent again, instead of facing scrubs like "Happy" Joe. You're going to have to face the man who's beat both Vernon Vanderbilt for the TV title...., you'll have to face the man who took out Mr. Showtime for the US title belt...., the man who took out over a dozen opponents in the first ever "Going Home" match as they all tried to take me out and strip me of my US title on my last day in the fed before my contract wore out.... and a man who's taken the Japanese wrestling scene by storm....

(Sledge begins walking toward the ring as Asylum speaks with an angry tone...)

Asylum: Yeah, yeah, yeah.... you've done that, you've done this... and no one gives a *BLEEP*....

Sledge: Yeah I suppose...., but you know what its been four months since I've stepped into a BMWF ring, and already people are beginning to talk....., guys like Tamer are already trying to discredit me.... but be honest Sy, you're nervous.... you don't know where my head is anymore.... you don't know what I went through over seas.... all you remember is the hammer-swingin', motor cycle ridin', self mutilating, havin' a brokin jaw an-still wrasslin, son of a gun that you faced in the Elimination Chamber at Wheel of Destruction last year..... a man who walked out of that match with a belt while you walked away empty handed....

(Sledge walks up the ring steps and enters the ring, as Asylum has become visibly angry....)

Asylum: Sledge if i remeber correctly uoi didn't have everyone in the chamber coming down on you. But then again that was then, this is now.... and at Bruisermania... I'm gonna leave with something because I'm takin home a piece of you....

(Sledge gets face to face with Asylum and with a cocky smirk replies...)

Sledge: You're so damn cute when your angry....

Asylum: And you still smell like BULLBLEEP!

JR: ASYLUM HAS SNAPPED!!!!!! HE'S JUST LABELLED SLEDGE WITH A RIGHT HAND!!!!!

King: Sledge is staggered I think Asylum caught him off gaurd.

JR: Asylum is firing away with a fury of punches..... forcing Sledge back and against the ropes....

King: I think Sledge has found what he was looking for....

JR: Asylum swings at Sledge, but Sledge ducks.... Asylum seems to be off balance...

King: Yaaaaay, Sledge took advantage of that and dumped Asylum over the top rope.....

JR: What were you saying.... what has Sledge found?

(Asylum is on the floor outside of the ring his eyes burning into Sledge's face)

King: I think Sledge just found his psychological edge over Asylum....

(The screen splits in half, one side showing Sledge pointing to his head... the other showing Asylum cussing and running his thumb across his throat to say "You're dead")

JR: ... or has he just enraged Asylum for next week....