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

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

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge appears from behind the curtains and begins to make his way down the ramp. He is wearing a black bWo shirt and has his gavel in his hand. He enters the ring and raises his gavel in the air as the crowd boos. The Judge finally stops taunting the crowd and grabs a mic from ringside.)

Judge: Minneapolis, Minnesota...you are all witnessing a very rare occurrence tonight! You see, tonight is the last night of BMWF TV before Bruisermania, and that means that this is the last time you will see me without the BMWF Gold Belt title around my waist! This is also the last time you are going to see Tamer before the surgery he's going to need after I am through with him next Monday in our Caged Ladder match!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: But I don't want to tell you stuff that you already know, I'm just out here to prove to all the nay-sayers what I am truly capable of doing to Tamer at Bruisermania. This won't be the first time I am competing in a Caged Ladder match...oh no! On November 22nd, 2002 I defeated Cash Flo in a Caged Ladder match to win the BMWF Light-Heavyweight title! I completely decimated poor Cash Flo, it's no wonder he decided to quit!

JR: Almost 1 and a half years later?

Judge: So I prepared a special video package for you all tonight, something to give all of you fans that are too cheap to order Bruisermania next Monday a preview of the Caged Ladder match that will take place between Tamer and I at Bruise....

(Suddenly, the lights dim and the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. “Hit the Floor" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights begin to strobe. From each side of the stage Blue fire shoots up arching towards the middle of the stage meeting in n explosion of smoke. Tamer walks out from behind the smoke. Tamer stands at the top of the ramp soaking in the crowd. Tamer pats his title that is around his waste. Tamer rolls his neck and begins to make his way down the ramp. Tamer hops up on the apron and enters the ring. Tamer takes his title and places it on his shoulder, watching The Judge. Tamer climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his title in the air. Tamer goes to all four corners. Tamer then stands in the middle of the ring and pats his title, then turns around in a circle pointing to the crowd. He finally stops, leaving his finger pointed on The Judge.)

Tamer: How we doing Minnesota?!? (cheap pop) That’s what I like to hear. Judge dude I had to stop you. You’re boring these people to tears and you’re doing it with lies man. See at Bruisermania all that you’re going to do is bring your Judge Joe Brown @$$ to the ring. Then I’m going to proceed to open up a big ole’ Mania sized can of Whoop-@$$.

Judge: Is that so? Well as I was about to say before you so rudely interrupted me, I have prepared a video package of when I beat Cash Flo in a Caged Ladder match in November of 2002, when I was still a rookie, by the way!

Tamer: So what? Cash Flo is no Tamer, that's for sure!

Judge: Just shut up and watch the Bruisertron before I decide to take that Gold Belt right here tonight instead of at Bruisermania.

(The Bruisertron lights up, showing an image of The Judge standing on top of a ladder inside of a steel cage. He is reaching for a title belt and on the bottom of the screen, it reads "11/22/02".)

Cash Flo falls off the turnbuckle but Judge rolls off the ladder!!! Cash slams into it with a sickening impact. Judge picks up Cash and hits him with a Gavel Smash! Judge gets the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Bloody and broken, the Judge makes the climb up to get the gold.

(The Bruisertron fades to black and then we come back to The Judge and Tamer standing in the middle of the ring.)

Judge: Pretty impressive, right?

Tamer: No! I remember that match! Not only did you have Kurt Dangle interfering on your behalf, but if my memory serves me correctly, you only won because Dangle pushed Cash off of the turnbuckle! That was what made him fall off of the turnbuckle! And to further prove my point, Cash Flo brutally attacked you after the match!

(The Judge's face turns bright red.)

Judge: I don't know what the hell you're talking about!

Tamer: Judge, you have to stop proving my points. You’re lying. Not to mention you really suck at it. The truth is you can’t beat me one on one. You couldn’t beat Cash fair and square and you won’t beat me. At Bruisermania you’re going to get what’s coming to you. I’m going to pay you back and prove once and for all, that I’m the better man.

Judge: You know what Tamer, I'm sick and tired of your lies and I think I speak for everyone in the Target Center tonight and everyone who will pay good money next week at Bruisermania in the Pontiac Silverdome, that it's about time I kick your BLEEP!

Tamer: Well bring it Judge. Bring everything you got. At Mania I’m walking out the Gold Belt champion. You’re not going to stop me. It’s simple I walk in champ and I’m walking out champ.

Judge: Oh yeah? Well, you are dead wrong Tamer! At Bruisermania next Monday, The Judge will be walking out the New Gold Belt Champion, and THAT...IS...

(Before The Judge can finish his sentence, Tamer punches The Judge square in the jaw, sending The Judge down to the mat as the crowd erupts. Tamer jumps onto The Judge and lands lefts and rights as The Judge tries to protect himself. Tamer finally gets off of The Judge and exits the ring.)

JR: Tamer is getting a ladder much to the crowd's delight!

King: Look out Judge!

(Tamer slides back into the ring with the ladder behind The Judge and yells at The Judge to turn around as the crowd gets on their feet! The Judge finally turns around but as Tamer is about to hit The Judge with the ladder, The Judge drops to the mat and slides out of the ring! The crowd erupts in a chorous of boos as The Judge makes his way back up the ramp, leaving Tamer standing in the ring with the ladder and the Gold Belt title. Tamer raises the Gold Belt title in the air to get cheers from the crowd as The Judge retreats back to the locker room.)

JR: These two men will face off at Bruisermania in a Caged Ladder match for the Gold Belt title and what a slobberknocker it will be!

King: I can't wait for Bruisermania!

(Axe is seen walking towards the curtain wearing his wrestling attire and tapping his Kendo stick along the floor looking prepared and ready to go.)

JR: Axe is about to face La Pakka and it's coming up next don't miss it!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the arena cut out beginning a strobe effect as Nirvana's "Lithium" begins to play from the speakers as Axe steps out to a round of boos from the crowd in the Target Arena. He makes his way down the rampway and rolls underneath the bottom rope getting to his feet where he places his kendo stick in the corner and removes his leather jacket. He then rests his arms on the ropes and waits for La Pakka and the bell to start the match.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

("Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA as La Pakka begins dancing at the top of the rampway. He begins to walk down the ramp and starts to dance with a child at ringside. La Pakka suddenly rushes into the ring and dances some more for the fans. He stops and walks over to Headhunter and puts his arm around his shoulder. He appears to be talking but suddenly begins to wave his hand in front of his face.)

Pakka: You know Axe... They make this stuff called underarm deorderant. Botto, you stink. I have long thought that maybe someone would come into the BMWF and make an impact soon after they made it. But you come here thinking that you will make that name at my expense. You have made a sad mistake botto. I am here to prove to all the peoples out there that have believed in me. That I shall finally get BMWF gold of some type.

*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
La Pakka hits Axe with a bodyslam.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Axe with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is cheering on La Pakka.
La Pakka goes for a powerslam, but Axe counters it with a lariat.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Axe takes La Pakka down with a Hotshot.
Axe goes for a Russian legsweep, but La Pakka counters it with an elbowsmash.

JR: La Pakka sends Axe into the ropes. Flying head scissors takedown on Axe... La Pakka is strutting in the ring now.

King: He is such a showboat.

JR: La Pakka sees Axe getting up.... La PAkka nails Axe with a dropkick sending him back into the ropes.

King: What now?

JR: La Pakka ties up Axe... He is showing that he is about to punch Axe!!!!

King: The referee is stopping him from doing it!!!!

JR: A poke to the eyes!!!!

La Pakka hits Axe with a powerslam.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
Axe misses with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka hits Axe with a shoulderblock.
La Pakka goes for a flying bodypress, but Axe rolls out of the way.
Axe goes for an atomic drop, but La Pakka flips over.
La Pakka executes an inside cradle on Axe.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
La Pakka runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Axe with a kick.
La Pakka hits a powerslam on Axe.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
La Pakka hits a spinning leg lariat on Axe.
La Pakka uses a spinning backbreaker on Axe.
La Pakka covers Axe.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka hits Axe with a single-leg takedown.
La Pakka whips Axe into the ropes.
La Pakka nails Axe with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka covers Axe.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka goes for a slap, but Axe blocks it.
Axe goes for a running driving kneelift, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka kicks Axe.
A small "La Pakka" chant is being started.
La Pakka hits Axe.
Axe kicks La Pakka.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Axe hits La Pakka.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Axe hits La Pakka with an elbowsmash.
Axe takes La Pakka down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
Axe is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Axe takes La Pakka down with an atomic drop.
Axe hits La Pakka.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Axe.
Axe hits La Pakka.
A few fans are booing Axe.
La Pakka kicks Axe.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for La Pakka.

JR: Axe is getting up from the mat... La Pakka is on the top rope... Flying Bodyblock!!!!

La Pakka goes to bodyslam Axe but he does a backslide and executes a belly-to-back suplex.

JR: Axe countered that bodyslam very well by taking La Pakka down with that belly-to-back suplex!
Axe is dragging La Pakka by his legs near the ropes I wonder what he's doing King.

King: Giving him mat burn that's what! HA HA!

JR: Axe is still holding those legs and now he's falling back to the mat MY GOSH! He just hotshot La Pakka onto the top rope who is now hanging!
Axe now grabbing those legs again and OH! Axe just gave him a kick to the groin what a cheap shot!

King: I guess La Pakka could now sing "Thriller" just like Michael Jackson!

JR: Axe now adding insult to injury by delivering an atomic drop on La Pakka!
La Pakka is starting to fight back giving some hard punches to Axe causing him to stagger a few steps!
La Pakka hits the ropes and goes for a flying cross body press but OH MY GAWD! Axe ducked at the last minute and pulled the top rope down sending La Pakka to the outside!

King: La Pakka took a pretty bad spill but even though I hate to admit it that was smart thinking from Axe!

JR: Axe just whipped La Pakka into the steel steps!
Now he's stomping away at La Pakka repeatedly!
Axe has him to his feet and delivers a devastating russian legsweep onto the padded mats!
He' got his tights hooked and lands a vertical suplex oh wait he's going for another one!
That's two no don't tell me! He's going for a third one!
OH MY! Three vertical suplexes in a row!

King: He better get back in the ring or this match will be over!

JR: Axe just manages to make it back to the ring and slide back out to break the count as he rolls La Pakka back inside!
Axe is continuing this beating as he goes to whip La Pakka into the turnbuckle but its reversed!
OH! Axe just fell into the referee and he is out on the mat!

King: Looks like La Pakka is going to try and get some revenge!

JR: La Pakka is grabbing the steel chair from the timekeeper's table and entering back inside where Axe is still in the turnbuckle trying to shake out the cobwebs!
La Pakka is about to capitalize here it comes!

*SMACK!*

JR: Axe just ducked and La Pakka hit the top turnbuckle!
La Pakka goes for another swing but MY GAWD!
Axe just dropkicked La Pakka in the face connecting with the steel chair!

Axe kicks the steel chair out of the ring as the referee is beginning to get to his feet.

JR: Axe has La Pakka back to his feet and delivers a kick to the gut!

King: Here it comes JR!

JR: Axe going for the Loner's Land-! NO! La Pakka blocked it!
La Pakka goes for a powerslam but Axe counters with a small package!
OH! La Pakka just kicked out before three!

King: La Pakka is still in this!

JR: Axe throws La Pakka to the ropes and La Pakka trying to go for a clothesline but its ducked by Axe!
On the return Axe delivers a running driving kneelift right into the gut of La Pakka!
Axe now kicking La Pakka in the stomach again he's doubled over!

JR: Can he pull it off this time?

JR: Yes he does! Axe just executed the Loner's Landing! He's going for the pin!
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A small "Axe" chant is being started.

*DING DING*

("Lithium" by Nirvana starts up again as Axe has his hand raised by the ref and puts on his leather jacket and retrieves his kendo stick before giving La Pakka one last look and leaving the ring up the rampway and towards the back.)

JR: Well La Pakka did the best he could but Axe managed to pull out another victory!

King: Yeah but can he do the same at Bruisermania?

JR: That's a good question King but we'll have to find that out on Sunday!

JR: We'll be right back!

(Suddenly, “Welcome to the Jungle” blares from the speakers, and Scrappy Joe and Chuck Tunny appear on the stage. They are booed by the crowd as they make their way to the ring.)

JR: Scrappy Joe doesn’t have a match until later tonight! What’s he doing out here now?

King: I think he may have gotten a bit confused. He’s not the sharpest pencil in the drawer if you know what I mean. I’ll just let him know.

JR: I wouldn’t if I were you, King!

(King gets up as the Tunnys enter the ring with a microphone. He approaches them and hops up onto the ring apron.)

Tunny: (to King) Siddown! I know I ain’t got my match now, I’ve got somethin’ to say!

(King hops back down to the floor and quickly returns to his seat.)

JR: I told you not to do that!

King: I’m just trying to help a little, JR!

Tunny: (To the crowd) Now if ya pansy-@$$ wimps would just shut up for a minute, I’ve got a message for some girls in the back!

(The crowd starts shouting and cussing at him.)

Tunny: Team Beautiful! Or – as I like to call ya – Team Pitiful! Tell me somethin’.

(Tunny looks down at his feet then back up.)

Tunny: Are ya mice or men, Team Pitiful?! Are ya real wrestlers or just a coupla lame pansies luggin’ big gold belts around yer waists?!

(Boos from the crowd.)

Tunny: ‘Cause you two haven’t done one BLEEEEP THING to deserve the title of champion!

JR: But they’ve won the Tag Team Championship Belts!

King: I think he means other than that.

Tunny: How did ya win yer title? By beatin’ a pair ‘a JOBBERS! Them guys haven’t won one match since steppin’ foot in the BMWF! ‘A course ya beat ‘em!

(The crowd boos louder.)

Tunny: You’re a disgrace to the championship belts ya little…

(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out.)

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

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

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

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

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

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith, with
Hardcore Title draped over his right shoulder, walks out from the fog and
stands on the stage to the chorus of boos from the crowd. He holds his hand
up to quiet the crowd and then puts a mic to his lips)

Tyrone: Tunny, yer @$$ needs to slow da rass down, dunny...... tossin' out
challenges left an' right like dat when yer already booked for Bruisermania.

JR: What?!

Tyrone: Yeah, punk, guess who gets to take Black's spot since he chumped
out...... dat's right, son. YOU! Ya've got seven days to finalize yer
will...... cuz I promise ya boy.... ya might not be walkin' out of
Bruisermania next week.. I got a lot of pent up anger, an' I plan on
"ventin'" on ya! Now, go clean ya draw's, boy.... I can smell yer
(beep)stains from here.

("Simon Says" starts up again and Tyrone walks backstage)

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

At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make thier ways down to the ring. They have the BMWF Tag Team titles strapped around their waists. as they enter the ring. They stand in the ring looking out into the crowd.)

Rey: Tazan... Do you see them?

Tazan: No essa... I don't see anyone that can withstand our Latino heat.

Rey: The Heavenly Bodies....

Tazan: No competition.

Rey: Rock... Give us a team at Bruisermania that is worth our time...

Tazan: Because these locos don't have what it takes.

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Jim Cornett...
At a total combined weight of 462 pounds...
Buff Badwell... Too Sexy Brian... THE NEW HEAVENLY BODIES

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Buff Badwell punches Rey Bucanerro.
You could hear a pin drop.
Buff Badwell hits Rey Bucanerro.
A few fans are cheering on Buff Badwell.
Rey Bucanerro chops Buff Badwell.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro punches Buff Badwell.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro uses a bodyslam on Buff Badwell.
Rey Bucanerro takes Buff Badwell down with a dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro nails Buff Badwell with a spinning leg lariat.
Rey Bucanerro throws Buff Badwell into the turnbuckle.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a slap, but Buff Badwell blocks it.
Buff Badwell goes for a powerslam, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a slingshot somersault splash, but Buff Badwell
rolls out of the way.
Too Sexy Brian enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit Rey Bucanerro with a double stomp.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
Buff Badwell and Too Sexy Brian hit Rey Bucanerro with a double bodyslam.
Too Sexy Brian leaves the ring.
Buff Badwell hits Rey Bucanerro with an armdrag takedown.
Buff Badwell goes for a headlock takedown, but Rey Bucanerro throws him off.
Tazan Boy enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy whip Buff Badwell into the ropes.
They hit Buff Badwell with a double elbowsmash.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro goes for an armdrag takedown, but Buff Badwell counters it with
a lariat.
Buff Badwell hits an elbowdrop on Rey Bucanerro.
Buff Badwell tags out to Too Sexy Brian.
Too Sexy Brian and Buff Badwell whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
They hit Rey Bucanerro with a double kick to the midsection.
Buff Badwell uses a dropkick on Rey Bucanerro.
Too Sexy Brian uses a full nelson faceslam on Rey Bucanerro.
The crowd is cheering on Too Sexy Brian.
Buff Badwell leaves the ring.
Too Sexy Brian goes for a bodyslam, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with
a facerake.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a spinning leg lariat, but Too Sexy Brian
ducks out of the way.
Too Sexy Brian runs into the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian hits Rey Bucanerro with a shoulderblock.
Too Sexy Brian is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Too Sexy Brian whips Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro hits Too Sexy Brian with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro hit Too Sexy Brian with a double dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy hits a spinning backbreaker on Too Sexy Brian.
Tazan Boy hits a spinning backbreaker on Too Sexy Brian.
Tazan Boy goes for a forearm smash, but Too Sexy Brian blocks it.
Too Sexy Brian takes Tazan Boy down with a fist to the midsection.
Too Sexy Brian hits a German suplex on Tazan Boy.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Buff Badwell enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Too Sexy Brian and Buff Badwell whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian and Buff Badwell hit Tazan Boy with a double bodyslam.
Buff Badwell leaves the ring.
Too Sexy Brian runs into the ropes.
Too Sexy Brian and Tazan Boy get hit with a double clothesline.
Too Sexy Brian takes Tazan Boy down with a piledriver.
Too Sexy Brian takes Tazan Boy down with a fistdrop.
Too Sexy Brian hits Tazan Boy with a punch.
Too Sexy Brian hits a German suplex on Tazan Boy.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Too Sexy Brian hits Tazan Boy with an eye gouge.
Too Sexy Brian hits Tazan Boy with a bodyslam.
Too Sexy Brian gives the sign for the Tennessee Jam.
Too Sexy Brian executes the Tennessee Jam on Tazan Boy.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes....

Buff Badwell goes for a flying dropkick, but Rey Bucanerro ducks out of the way.

JR: Rey has Buff backed up into the ropes.

King: Are we finally gouing to get a clean break from these guys?

JR: A hard chop to the chest of Buff.

King: Here comes Brian!!!!

JR: Tazan comes in and stops him dead in his tracks.... Buff charges Tazan but is cut off by Rey with a bulldog.

King: I just wish they would remember that we don't wrestle under lucha libre rules.

JR: Buff is trying to get up.... Mexican Standoff!!!!
Rey Bucanerro goes for the pin.
Rey Bucanerro is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Rey Bucanerro.

*DING DING*

(The lights in the arena go out, and the BruiserTron begins to flash with surges of gray light. The following message appears in the light.)

"You thought you were safe.....
How ignorant of you.....
Bruisermania 2004.....
You will be shocked....
And this.....
this will end the right way....."

(The light gets suddenly bright, causing the fans to shield their eyes. There is an explosion of fire, and the arena is once again normal.)

JR: What the-I wasn't informed of anyone else coming back at BruiserMania? Was that an unsolicited promo?

King: I don't know, JR! I guess we'll find out soon enough!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

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

JR: It’s finally here! Witherspoon Vs “Die Maschine Mike Donahue!

KING: Who cares? Donahue has only rped once since he's been here! Mike Donahue is gonna get killed!

(He walks down the ramp and grabs a mic from the time keeper before sliding into the ring. He pulls his trench coat off and tosses it aside.)

Witherspoon: Mike Donahue! You have the privilege of getting your @$$ beat by me in my home town of Minneapolis Minnesota!

*Crowd cheers loudly*

JR: Wait a sec, is Witherspoon getting a good reaction from the crowd?

King: YEAH!

Witherspoon: Donahue, Friday night on Live, you got a little taste of what is going to happen to you today, although I will admit I was more focused on “Sappy” Joe. Tonight however, you have my full and undivided attention. Oh yes, and one more thing.

(Witherspoon cracks his neck)

Witherspoon and crowd: YOU WILL BE BINNED!

KING: Well, Minnesotans are morons. Look who they elected governor a few years ago!

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

"Die Maschine" Mike Donahue

JR: There's the bell!
Mike Donahue puts Witherspoon in a choke lift.
Charles Robertson warns Mike Donahue to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
Mike Donahue hoists Witherspoon high into the air with delayed vertical suplex,
then sends Witherspoon crashing hard to the mat.
Mike Donahue takes Witherspoon down with the Running Forearm Smash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mike Donahue hits Witherspoon with a DDT.
Mike Donahue whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon hits Mike Donahue with a shoulderblock.
Witherspoon catches Mike Donahue in a boot choke.
Charles Robertson warns Witherspoon to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.

JR: Witherspoon throws Mike Donahue into the turnbuckle

Witherspoon tries to ram his shoulder into Mike, but Mike lifts his legs up

King: Ow! That’s gotta hurt!

JR: Mike throws Witherspoon onto the mat

Mike lifts Witherspoon off the mat

Mike hits a DDT on Witherspoon

Mike picks Witherspoon off the mat

Mike tries to throw Witherspoon into a turnbuckle, but spoon reverses it.

(Witherspoon lifts Mike onto the turnbuckle and climbs up onto the third rope)

King: Looks like he’s doing another Suplex.

JR: I’m not so sure…

(Witherspoon lifts Mike into a Suplex position and holds them there well the crowd cheers loudly.)

King: Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?

(Witherspoon turns and does the Suplex outside of the ring, hitting Rick Frye with it as he drops.)

King: YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon and Mike are down outside of the ring

The ref starts the count “1, 2, 3, 4, 5”

Witherspoon is up

Witherspoon rolls Mike into the ring

Witherspoon slides under the ropes and jumps to his feet

Witherspoon locks in a Boston Crab

King: Why is he doing it so close to the ropes?

JR: The ref checks on Mike

Mike is reaching for the rope

Witherspoon bounces slightly

Mike grabs the bottom rope

The ref yells at Witherspoon to drop the hold.

Witherspoon German Suplexes Mike

Witherspoon lifts Mike off the mat

Witherspoon locks in Binned

Mike Submits after 10 seconds

(Witherspoon leaps to his feet and holds his arms open as the crowd cheers loudly)

*DING DING*

(The scene cuts to the outside of the arena, where Witherspoon is. As he starts walking toward the entrance, we hear a screech of tires and see a blue and white Ford pickup come rushing into view. Witherspoon tries to jump out of the way, but the speeding car hits him before he can avoid it then screeches to a halt. Scrappy Joe Tunny flies out of the driver’s side door and comes rushing up to the fallen Witherspoon.)

Tunny: Ya think I forgot about what ya done, ‘Spoon? You *bleep*in’ blew up my car, you fat *bleep*! Ain’t no action in the ring ‘nough to make up for that!

(Tunny picks up the dazed Witherspoon and knees him hard in groin. As Witherspoon bends over in pain, Tunny connects with a hard right uppercut to the mouth, splitting Witherspoon’s lip and sending him falling backwards onto the tarmac.)

Tunny: I gotta new car, ‘Spoon! Ya wanna see it? Come on an’ take a good look!

(Tunny grabs Witherspoon by the head and drags him toward the pickup.)

Tunny: First we got the front bumper. Ya gotta see that up close already. But ya haven’t seen the hood yet!

(Tunny slams Witherspoon’s head into the car’s hood, denting it slightly and opening up a gash on Witherspoon’s forehead. Witherspoon falls to his knees)

Tunny: Ya like the hood, ‘Spoon? What ‘bout the windshield? Ya like that too?

(Tunny lifts up Witherspoon’s head by the chin, but Witherspoon is too dazed and broken to answer.)

Tunny: Not sure, huh? Let’s get you acquainted, then!

(Tunny lifts up Witherspoon and throws him onto the hood. Tunny then climbs up himself and grabs Witherspoon in a headlock facing the windshield.)

Tunny: Meet my *bleep*in’ windshield, you little *bleep*!

(Tunny scoops up Witherspoon and slams him head first onto the windshield. The glass spiderwebs where his head hits it, and blood starts to flow out from the top of Witherspoon’s head, turning his hair red.)

Tunny: An’ finally, ‘Spoon, there’s the bed ‘a this truck! Get in there!

(Tunny rolls Witherspoon onto the roof, and then over falling into the pickup bed. Tunny jumps down and opens the driver’s side door.)

Tunny: Have a nice ride, ya pansy! There’s someone else that wants to meet ya!

(Tunny turns toward the camera man.)

Tunny: Hey you! Come for the ride!

(Tunny jumps into the driver’s seat and revs the engine as the camera man jumps in shotgun. The camera turns back, showing Witherspoon lying bleeding in the pickup bed. Suddenly, the car shoots forward, and we see Witherspoon roll back quickly and crash hard into the back flap of the bed. Tunny swerves left, and Witherspoon rolls over to the right, hitting his forehead hard on the edge of the right side of the bed. Tunny swerves the other way, and Witherspoon rolls head over heels backward, catching the back of his head on the top of the right side of the bed. Finally, Tunny slams on the brakes, sending Witherspoon tumbling forward and smacking the side of his face on the back window of the cab. His face slides slowly down, leaving a red streak on the glass. The camera turns back forward, where we see through the windshield Tobey Miliken and Shawn Rollins waiting in a relatively empty part of the parking lot. The cameraman jumps out of the car as Tunny jumps up into the pickup bed.)

Tunny: (To Witherspoon) Don’t EVER *bleep* with me again, ya hear? (To Tobey) I’m done with him. He’s all yours.

(With that, Tunny tosses Witherspoon over the side onto the tarmac. He speeds away as the beating continues.)

(Tobey then picks Witherspoon up and clotheslines him back onto the pavement. Witherspoon is spitting up blood and the Tobey grabs a lead pipe and begins beating on Witherspoon with the lead pipe.)

Tobey: First of all, allow me to introduce my self properly. I AM "THE MOVIE STAR" Tobey Miliken.

(Tobey then kicks Witherspoon in the ribs.)

Tobey: And you are a piece of crap.

(Tobey then grabs a can of gasoline and starts to pour it all over Witherspoon. Tobey laughs and then grabs a lighter out of his pocket.)

Tobey: So you think you are hot stuff around here huh? Well let's make you even hotter.

(Tobey and Shawn walk away as Tobey drops the lighter and we see Witherspoon in flames as he rolls around on the ground putting the fire out.)

Tobey: Somebody ought to call an ambulance for that puke.

>>>

King: Our next match will be…

JR: Wait, King. I’m being told we’re cutting to an interview by Couch.

(King looks around wildly.)

King: Who’s telling you that? I don’t see anyone!

JR: I’ve got a radio receiver in my ear, King. They’re telling me through that.

King: Oh. I’ve got to get me one of those!

JR: We’re going to the back!

(The scene cuts to Scrappy Joe Tunny’s locker room, where Couch is waiting with a microphone in hand. Scrappy Joe is taping up his fists for his match.)

Couch: I’m here with Scrappy Joe Tunny. Tunny, you executed a vicious attack on Witherspoon earlier this evening. Was that because of what he did to your car?

(Tunny looks up from his taping and gives Couch an evil look, but remains silent.)

Couch: Alright, that was a dumb question. But tell me, what of this alliance with Tobey Miliken?

Tunny: Alliance? What “alliance”?! We wanted to teach ‘Spoon a lesson, so we ganged up on him. Sometimes common enemies can form stronger bonds ‘an mutual friends.

Couch: And then later you come out to the ring and are interrupted by Tyrone Smith!

Tunny: Tyrone Smith made two mistakes tonight. First, he decided to interrupt me in the middle ‘a my rant. NOBODY does that to Scrappy Joe! But more importantly, he made the mistake ‘a practically givin’ away his hardcore title by challengin’ me to a match at Bruisermania. Tyrone may have made his name in the BMWF in the hardcore division…but ain’t nobody more hard to the core than Scrappy Joe Tunny!

Couch: So after all this action before your match, do you still think you’re ready to face Asylum tonight?

Tunny: I’m not just ready to face him, Couch, I’m ready to crush him! By denyin’ me a match at Bruisermania, Asylum’s only sentenced himself to become my victim sooner! I’m gonna bring into the ring tonight all the violence you saw earlier outside the ring! My first goal tonight was to beat the *bleep* outta ‘Spoon. My second was to get me a match for Bruisermania. My final goal for tonight is to put Asylum outta action for Bruisermania!

(Tunny turns to face the camera.)

Tunny: That’s right, Sy! Ya deny me a match at Mania, I’m gonna make sure tonight that you don’t even get there! Get ready, Sy, to enter MY JUNGLE!!!

(The scene fades.)

>>>

JR: Our next match…

PA: WHAT ‘CHA GONNA DO WHEN (BLEEP) HITS THE FAN?

(“Bodyguard” by Obie Trice begins to play. There is a mixed reaction to Dreadnaught as the word DREAD scrolls across the Bruiser-tron. Thos words are replaced with images of nuclear explosions as pyro explodes from the stage. Small mushroom clouds form on the stage as smoke fills the entranceway. Dreadnaught emerges from the smoke wearing a Kevin Garnett T’Wolves jersey. The fans explode as he holds the US title over his head.)

King: Why does he keep sucking up to these fans?

JR: Because he is a man of the people!

(Dreadnaught pulls the title down and looks around the crowd. He walks down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. He hops in and stands on the second turnbuckle with his arms in the air. He jumps off and stands right in the center of the ring. He pulls a mic out of his back pocket and looks right into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: The Dread-daddy is live up in the building tonight!

(The fans explode as Dreadnaught looks around the arena.)

Dreadnaught: Yeah, you got that right. The Thug is right here in your city, and that is exactly what you wanted. You see, while that short piece of (BLEEP) Scotty sits in the back and tries to figure out how to bring the Union back for the 73rd time, I am out here right in front of my peeps! I don’t hide behind men, I break them into pieces! So, when Scotty learns how to be a man, and what that’s all about, he can hang with the original Thug!

(Dreadnaught paces around the ring.)

Dreadnaught: You know, when I first entered the BMWF, all the boys in the back feared and respected Scotty. They thought he was a great man, a leader some called him! I even looked up to him. That was until I realized what he really was! He was nothing more than a scared man holding the young talent back! He was nothing more than a bully, trying to keep what he thought was his! And the first time we met in the ring, he lost his World Title to me! I left him for dead, electrified in the ring, and I went on to greatness! And the highlight of my greatness was last Bruisermania! At that time, me and Lowe were to have the greatest match of my young career. Falls count anywhere, for the World Title. And after Lowe had beat me fair and square, who shows up to ruin my evening, but Scotty Scott! He couldn’t look me in the eyes like a man. He lights a table on fire and powerbombs me through it. That put me out of action for quite sometime, and until the last two months, I have never been the same! But, after completing my Grand Slam!

(Dreadnaught looks down at the US title on his shoulder.)

Dreadnaught: I know I can drop any fool that stands in my way! And at Bruisermania, I step up against the biggest fool there is, SCOTTY SCOTT! I am telling you straight up Scotty, I am going to beat you within inches of your worthless life, and then kick you over the edge! Nothing will save you Scotty! So be ready to eat the rest of your meals through a straw, ‘cause you will never be the same again! At Bruisermania, I cam to bring the pain! And the true Thug, the true Psychotic Juggernaught will not be stopped! So kiss your family goodbye, ‘cause it will be the last time they look into your eyes! It will be the last time they hear your voice! And it will be the last time these fans ever hear about Scotty Scott! You dig?

(Dreadnaught stares right into the camera as perspiration drips down his face.)

JR: Dreadnaught is ready for Bruisermania tonight!

King: But, he has to survive the tag match first!

(Dreadnaught stands on the second turnbuckle and holds the US title high before hopping down and walking up the ramp.)

(Truck is standing backstage with The Couch.)

Couch: Truck, tonight you are in one on one action
with Tobey Miliken. Is this match a response to the
challenge made by William Black last week?

Truck: You bet yo' damn @$$ it is, son. Y'see,
Black's got a handful o' vict'ries over me right now,
an' I'm just itchin' t'get my revenge. He says he
wants me t'beat Tobey? I say fine. It ain't like
that's a chore or nothin'. I'll do what I gotta do
t'make sure I get Black at Bruisermania.

Couch: And speaking of your win/loss record with
William Black.

Truck: That's it! Interview's over!

(Truck storms off camera.)

Couch: Well, a very irate Truck is set to take on
Tobey Miliken later tonight, in hopes of earning one
more match against William Black on the grandest stage
of them all, Bruisermania!

FADE OUT

>>>LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Back in Black plays and out walks "The Movie Star" Tobey Miliken. "The Director" Shawn Rollins is right behind him. The two look to be in great spirits tonight. Tobey enters the ring and takes out a mic.)

Tobey: TRUCK!
(The crowd cheers)

Tobey: TRUCK!
(The crowd cheers some more)

Tobey: What in the world kind of name is Truck. Is your real name Leslie or something and you decided that you would make up for all of the harassing you took as a child by making your name TRUCK?!
(The crowd laughs and cheers as they hear Trucks name)

Tobey: So tonight I have to beat the crap out of a man that has the personality of a pea. And a brain the size of one as well. Tonight TRUCK! You are going to walk down that ramp or drive down it which ever way you want to come on down and Tobey Miliken is going to kick your sorry Truck driving, low down, panty waste, butt.
So why don't you just come on down that ramp and let "The Movie Star" do what he does best. CAUSE COMING SOON. TRUCK CRASH, the latest movie by Tobey Miliken, where Tobey drives a Truck right off the edge and emerges from the crash victorious while the Truck is left for scrap parts. This movie is rated "R" for violence. NOW BRING ME MY VICTIM!

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

Truck

P.A.: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play, truck steps out
onto the ramp, followed by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde.
Truck is not his usual jovial self, and instead has a
look of steely determination on his face. He slowly
raises his fist in the air, then heads down to the
ring. He looks around at the crowd, betraying no
emotion as he heads to his corner to await the arrival
of Tobey Miliken.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tobey Miliken uses a punch to the side of the head on Truck.
Tobey Miliken hits a neck snap on Truck.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken nails Truck with a falling headbutt.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken uses neckbreaker on Truck.
Tobey Miliken is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Tobey Miliken whips Truck into the turnbuckle, but Truck reverses it.
Tobey Miliken comes back and rocks Truck with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken kicks Truck.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken hits Truck.
Tobey Miliken is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Tobey Miliken punches Truck.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken takes Truck down with neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken whips Truck into the ropes, but Truck reverses it.
Tobey Miliken hits Truck with a clothesline.
Truck falls out of the ring.
Tobey Miliken goes through the ropes.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Truck blocks it.
Truck throws Tobey Miliken back into the ring.
Truck catches Tobey Miliken in a sleeperhold.
Tobey Miliken is inching his way towards the ropes.
Tobey Miliken is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tobey Miliken is inching his way towards the ropes.
Tobey Miliken makes it to the ropes after holding out for 18 seconds.
Truck runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken misses with an elbow.
Tobey Miliken hits Truck with a kick.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Truck on the turnbuckle, but Truck blocks it.
Tobey Miliken punches Truck.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken kicks Truck.
Tobey Miliken takes Truck down with a missile dropkick.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken uses a neck snap on Truck.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken places Truck on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken takes Truck down with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
Tobey Miliken nails Truck with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken hits Truck with neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Tobey Miliken hits a missile dropkick on Truck.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken further incites the crowd.
Tobey Miliken gives the sign for the Director's Choice.
Tobey Miliken executes the Director's Choice on Truck.
Truck is struggling to reach the ropes.
Truck tries to fight the pain.
Truck submits after being trapped for 50 seconds.

(The Bruisertron lights up and we see Axe in the parking lot pulling a baseball bat out of the trunk of his car and walking with a purpose over to Tobey Miliken's vehicle where it is vacant.)

JR: Don't tell me that Axe is gonna do what I think he's doing King...

King: I hate to say it JR but I think he is!

(Axe wastes no time and seizes the opportunity as he swings back and hits the driver's window smashing it completely! He then smashes the passenger window and the tail lights!)

JR: Axe is definitely sending a message towards Tobey Miliken come Bruisermania!

King: Yeah have a good insurance company! HA HA!

(Axe then hits the windshield a few times and smashes the headlights before leaving the area and rushing back to his car where he throws the baseball bat into the trunk, slams it shut and drives off leaving the scene.)

JR: Axe has just high tailed it out of here before Tobey can get his hands on him!

King: They'll have to wait till Bruisermania!

JR: What a match that is gonna be folks!

(The Bruisertron ligths up and shows Michael bole knocking on Asylum's locker room door. The door opens and Asylum looks down at Bole.)

Bole: Well tonight you face Scrappy Joe Tunny. He made some remarks about beaitn you and showing you what a real wrestler can do. What is your opinion of Tunny?

Asylum: My opinion.... Scrappy is nothing but a loud mouth newbie with no respect. And he'll learn some respect sooner or later, more than likely sooner.

Bole: You have had a good record since coming back but soem are saying Tunny may be able to beat you tonight, how do you feel about that?

Asylum: I feel those people have misplace their brain some where, I mena yeah I'm nuts and all but I know that I can beat Tunny.

Bole: Well what about your match at Bruisermania, You and Sledge both making your returns to big Pay-per-view show. How do you think you'll fair against him?

Asylum: Do you remember when Sledge left he decided the money wasn't good enough so hen ran away to go face little japanese people who he can relate to due to the size of thier BLEEPS! Yeah I think I can take Sledge. Now if you'll excuse me Bole I have to get ready for my match.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. A blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom. Blue strobes go over the crowd and "Releasing the Demons" By Godmsack hits the PA system. Asylum explodes from behind the curtain and runs down the ramp. He slides in the ring and jumps onto a turnbuckle. Asylum taunts to the crowd and pyro shoots off the other turnbuckles into the air. Asylum hops down and waits for Tunny.)

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

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers. A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke. As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke with his brother Chuck following behind him. A few feet before the ring he breaks into a sprint and leaps onto the ring apron. Tunny leans under the second rope and enters the ring, immediately starting to shadow box.)

*DING DING*

JR: The two wrestlers lock up in the middle of the ring. Asylum gets the upper hand and puts Tunny in a headlock. Tunny pushes Asylum toward the ropes, and then whips him across the ring. Tunny with a drop kick, but Asylum holds on to the ropes! Asylum rushes at Tunny, but he’s tripped up from the outside by Chuck Tunny!

King: Chuck felt the momentum move to Asylum’s side, and stopped it in its tracks!

JR: Both wrestlers are up, and Tunny hits Asylum with a hard clothesline! He jumps on top of Asylum and is attacking him with hard rights to the head! Asylum is dazed, and Tunny stands up, stomping hard on Asylums stomach before backing off!

(Tunny looks down at his fallen opponent and starts taunting him, daring him to get up.)

King: Tunny should be focusing on attacking Asylum, not taunting him!

JR: Tunny helps Asylum up, and drapes his neck over the top rope. Tunny is choking Asylum! The ref is counting, and Tunny releases on the count of four. Tunny spins Asylum around and knees him hard in the gut, then follows up with a jaw breaker!

Joe Tunny nails Asylum with a right jab.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him
.
Joe Tunny whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum misses with a clothesline.
Asylum misses with an elbow.
Joe Tunny misses with an elbow.
Asylum hits Joe Tunny with a shoulderblock.
Asylum hits Joe Tunny with a sidewalk slam.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum uses reverse suplex on Joe Tunny.
Asylum is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Asylum hits Joe Tunny with a sidewalk slam.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum catches Joe Tunny in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Joe Tunny makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Asylum goes for a brainbuster, but Joe Tunny counters it with a vertical suplex.
Joe Tunny hits a series of punches on Asylum.
Joe Tunny takes Asylum down with the Running Forearm Smash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny gets a chokehold on Asylum.
Charles Robertson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny hits Asylum with the Running Forearm Smash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Joe Tunny hits Asylum with low blow knee.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Joe Tunny hits a jawbreaker on Asylum.
Joe Tunny gets a forearm choke on Asylum.
Charles Robertson warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Joe Tunny nails Asylum with a belly-to-back suplex.
Joe Tunny is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Asylum with a clothesline.

JR: Asylum has Tunny backed up in the corner, and is laying into him with hard chops across the chest! Asylum leans in, and whips Tunny across…but Tunny reverses, and Asylum is sent hard into the opposite corner! Tunny follows in with a running forearm smash which levels Asylum! Asylum rolls out under the bottom rope and falls to the concrete floor. Tunny is standing on the ring apron, waiting for Asylum to get up! Asylum staggers to his feet, and Tunny hits a dropkick from the apron! Asylum is knocked back into the guardrail, and falls over it! He’s on the floor at the feet of the fans in the front row!

King: Those fans are loving it!

JR: Tunny’s not letting the guardrail stop him! He reaches through it and brings Asylum’s right arm through the bars! Tunny places his feet on the bottom rail and pulls back on Asylum’s arm! He’s trying to squeeze Asylum out through the bars!

King: I think he’s trying to tear off Asylum’s arm! Look at him twist that arm as he wrenches back!

JR: Asylum is in a lot of pain, but the ref is still counting, and has reached the count of seven!

(Tunny slams Asylum’s arm into one of the rails and rolls back into the ring, stopping the count, then back out. He leans over the guard rail and picks up Asylum into a fireman’s carry.)

JR: Tunny stops the count, and now he’s carrying Asylum around the outside. Tunny runs toward the corner post, and tosses Asylum shouler-first into the post!

King: That’s that right arm again! Tunny is trying to soften him up there!

JR: Tunny throws Asylum back into the ring and follows him in.

Joe Tunny goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Asylum counters it with
a facerake.
Asylum goes for neckbreaker, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Joe Tunny catches Asylum in a Canadian backbreaker.
Asylum breaks the hold with a slidedown after 13 seconds.
Asylum throws Joe Tunny out of the ring.
Asylum goes through the ropes.
Asylum hoists Joe Tunny high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Joe
Tunny crashing hard to the mat.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Joe Tunny executes a jawbreaker on Asylum.
Joe Tunny goes for neckbreaker, but Asylum blocks it.
Chuck Tunny comes from behind, but Asylum nails Chuck Tunny.
Joe Tunny hits a series of punches on Asylum.
Joe Tunny hits a jawbreaker on Asylum.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Joe Tunny gets back into the ring.
Asylum follows him back in.

JR: Asylum catches Tunny with a quick kick to the gut! He’s setting Tunny up for a suplex! He’s got Tunny up…but Tunny struggles and Asylum drops him back down to his feet! Once again Tunny is lifted up, but he struggles and is dropped again! Tunny breaks the hold and hits Asylum with a hard right! Asylum punches back! The two are going at it, trading punches in a fit of fury!

(The two trade punches until Asylum attempts one punch, only to drop his arm and hold it in agony.)

JR: Asylum couldn’t throw that punch! His arm is still hurting from the beating it took earlier in the match! Tunny is taking advantage, and keeps hitting Asylum! Asylum falls to one knee, and Tunny charges in with a low clothesline, sending Asylum crashing down to the mat! Now Tunny starts stomping on Asylum’s stomach! Asylum turns over onto his stomach, and Tunny starts stomping on his right shoulder!

King: Tunny is really focusing on that arm, JR! He’s really starting to use some strategy along with his brutality!

JR: Tunny picks up Asylum, and executes a perfect belly-to-back suplex into the middle of the ring! Here he goes for the pin…One..Two..Th- no! Asylum kicks out just in time!
Asylum executes a spinebuster on Joe Tunny.
Asylum smacks Joe Tunny with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum executes a sidewalk slam on Joe Tunny.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum hits Joe Tunny with a brainbuster.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Asylum and a few others cheering him.
Asylum is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Asylum uses a superkick on Joe Tunny.
Asylum uses a spinebuster on Joe Tunny.
Asylum gives the sign for the Committed.
Asylum executes the Committed on Joe Tunny.
Asylum goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Asylum, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens up inside mafioso's dressing room. Mafioso and Carlos are
sitting at a table playing cards with the faces of BMWF stars on them)

Mafioso: What you got Carlos?

Carlos: Ha full house!

(Carlos drops his cards to show some members of Prime Time)

Mafioso: That's it! I got a royal flush!

(Mafioso slams his cards down to show members of the b.W.o.)

Carlos: DAMN!

Mafioso: Ok enough of this. Let's go we have some business to take care of.

(The scene fades as Mafioso and Carlos walk out the room)

>>>

(Cameras backstage are back into the bWo locker room where White Lightning is seen picking up the IC Title.)

White Lightning: Vern, since this is going to be my title come next Monday, I might as well make the proper changes to it.

(White Lightning pulls out a can of black spray paint. The camera pans over to the TV Title that was spray-painted a while back.)

White Lightning: Time to change this from the BMWF IC Title, to the bWo IC Title!

(White Lightning begins to slowly spray paint the title, making the letters b, W, and o. White Lightning holds the title in front of his face to admire the work.)

White Lightning: There, that's better. How do you like it, Vern?

(White Lightning puts the newly spray painted title up in front of the camera.)

White Lightning: Vern, I'll see you in the ring.

(The camera zooms in on the spray painted IC Title as the camera fades…)

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

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation in the Target Center. Lowedown walks across the entrance way and gives the crowd the Wolfpac signal. Lowedown takes a moment to read the various signs all over arena. Flame hits the opposite side and does the same to the opposite side. Both come back to the center of the entrance way and give each other "Newlywed Game" kiss and then make their way down towards the ring...)

King:How can he act so calm right now? He's got Bruisermania right around the corner for the World Heavyweight title!

JR:And it's the first ever Darkside Cremation match up! Never done here in BMWF history!

King:Someone is leaving the World champion and someone is leaving in one the Darklord's urns! YAHHH!

JR:And to make things even more intense for this match up, the Darklord himself will be the special guest referee!

King:Let me once again say...YAHHH!

(Lowedown and Flame make their way to the ring and then leap up onto the ring apron and watch the pyro shoot out from the four corners of the ring. Lowedown climbs into the ring as Flame leaps over the top rope and waves to the crowd. Lowedown looks over at her as he makes his way over and grabs the microphone...)

JR:I think Lowedown is actually looking forward to facing Master Z in the Cremation match up in one week!

King:I always said he had more guts than brains! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown paces around the ring for a moment as he listens to the crowd chanting his name. Lowedown slowly brings the microphone up as he clears his throat...)

Lowedown:MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:MASTER Z...SUCKS!

(The crowd begins to chant "Z SUCKS!" as Lowedown encourages them on for a bit before trying to speak again...)

Lowedown:You know it. I know it. And after Bruisermania, the entire world will know it! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:You know Z has been stuck on this idea that the moment he came back from his "Retirement" match, my career was over. The moment he pulled his @$$ off of the couch and decided to jump back into the BMWF, my career was over. I guess he has all the answers huh? I guess that all that's left for me to do pack things up and walk away right? Just tuck my tail between my legs and leave the bWo and everyone here behind right?

(Crowd boos...)

Lowedown:Or...or...or...I could just straight up tell Master Z to kiss my @$$?! How about that one?

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown begins to smile in front of the camera and then flips the bird right in front of the camera...)

Lowedown:Now let me clear up something for you Z and I hope you can pull the wax out of your ears for this one! While you were out fishing and taking time off to let your prostate shrink down to a normal size, I have been here whooping everybody's @$$ week after week after week! Why you sat at home and clipped your nosehairs with a weedwhacker, I was down in Singapore supporting the bWo by beating every single opponent they put in their ring! When I left, it was my ring plain and simple!

(Pause)

Lowedown:China, Japan, Egypt, Guam, or down in the Asian pit Master Z...I was there while you were back here scratching your @$$!

JR:Lowedown is sure getting personal here tonight!

King:This might be his last night in the BMWF! Let him go!

Lowedown:You can sit there and talk about it all night long, but you still can't get over the fact that I was running things around here when you quit! It was eating you alive to see the Lowedown running things! After all this time, you finally couldn't get past the fact that I was better than you!

King:But Z beat Lowedown for the title?

JR:I think it's more than that!

Lowedown:I know you're probably thinking that you did beat me for the World title and shut me down right? You couldn't be more wrong ya melee mouth sonofableep! I've been beating you all around here left and right here Z and you know it! The six man tag match we just had, who pinned you? That would be me! Who's been beating you all over the states in tag matches left and right because you refuse to face me one on one here? Once again, that would be me!

(Pause)

Lowedown:If I didn't know better Z, I think you were honestly scared of facing me one on one again in this ring so that I could get that title back around my waist! These peeps here in Minnesota know that they want me to become the...

(The crowd jumps in...)

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME...

World Heavyweight champion! I tell you Z! The entire BMWF even thinks I'm a more deserving champion! We even took a poll! Show them would ya?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show a pre-taped segment where Flame is holding a microphone and she asks a question to a "select" group of wrestlers. The fans can see that it's basically a cut and paste job of interviews and in ring rants, but they go with it anyways...)

Flame:Who do you think is a better World champion? Lowedown or Master Z?

(The Bruisertron begins showing various wrestlers saying random phrases...)

Vernon:Lowedown...

Lightning:Lowedown...

Asylum:Lowedown...

La Pakka:Lowedown...

Dreadnaught:Lowedown...

Mafioso:Lowedown...

Black:Lowedown...

Judge:Lowedown...

Hardcore Harry:Lowedown...

Headhunter:Lowedown...

Pain:Lowedown...

Ravven:Lowedown...

King:What is going on here? She asked everybody in the back?

JR:Can't you see the terrible splicing job there? She is asking the question and they are clipping pieces of the other wrestlers saying Lowedown's name!

King:Oh! As long as I can see PUPPIES, I don't care! WOO-HOO!

Tyrone:Lowedown...

Lowedown:And the list goes on and on and on my peeps! But then again, there's one person we have seemed to have forgotten here! How about we ask the World champion himself! HEY Z!

JR:Lowedown is calling out Z here tonight!

King:We might have Bruisermania here tonight!

JR:This can't be good!

King:We need a Hibachi grill or something here to start a fire!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show a picture of Master Z with the lips cut out. Lowedown tries not to laugh and stops for a moment before asking a few questions...)

Lowedown:HEY Z! Why don't you tell all my peeps here in Minnesota who deserves to be the World champion?

("Master Z" looks at the screen for a moment before speaking at Lowedown...)

Master Z2:Let me tell you something here Lowedown! You are without a doubt...the greatest World champion around here and when I beat you at the Bedlam Bowl, it was the biggest fluke of the century! I have been in denial for so long that I have been crying like a lil' whiny BLEEP at the Senior center here!

Lowedown:So you finally agree that you are nothing but a no talent, low class, overzealous, piece of grabage?

MasterZ2:Without question! Which reminds me of this next monday night at Bruisermania!

Lowedown:What about next monday night at Bruisermania? You are going to face me in the Darkside Cremation match right? You aren't quitting on me aren't you?

MasterZ2:Well, I was hoping we could...maybe we could postpone it?

King:Master Z wants to postpone the match?

JR:Master Z wouldn't quit like that!

Lowedown:You want to postpone the biggest match in history? You want to take more time off or something?

MasterZ2:Well, actually I was kind of hoping I could take some more time off because I sort of have this...this girl.

Lowedown:A girl you say? Tell me more.

MasterZ2:Well, there's this one special girl named Mildred. She's the Aerobics instructor at the over 80's pilates class. Her and I have been smitten for months and I asked her out for a date next monday night?

Lowedown:Next monday night?

MasterZ2:Well, more like 3:30 in the afternoon before the Senior discount on Tapioca pudding ends. What do you say Lowedown? Can you hold off the match?

Lowedown:I tell you what Z! You show up at Bruisermania and I'll send you back to the Senior center in a body bag and Mildred can weep over your bald patch and stank breath!

("Master Z" begins to shake and then looks down towards the floor and then looks back up...)

MasterZ2:I have to go before my Depend undergarmets overflow! I'll send the belt to you Fed-Ex if you don't mind?

("Master Z" suddenly runs off in a hurry as Lowedown tilts his head and laughs it off. Lowedown places his hands on his hips for a moment before speaking again...)

Lowedown:If I didn't hear it myself, I wouldn't have believed it! Master Z just said it for everyone to hear! So tonight, Scotty Scott and I team up one more time to show you and the Thug why we might not see eye to eye, but we sure as hell love to fight! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:Z, I will see you in this ring tonight and I will expect my title to be polished! That is the Lowedown on that!

("Because of You" begins to play again as Lowedown and Flame hit opposite turnbuckles and give the Wolfpac sign to the crowd. Both Lowedown and Flame then climb out of the ring and make their way through the crowd...)

JR:Lowedown is definitely trying to get under Master Z's skin!

King:I think he's past that!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!