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

(The show opens inside the London Arena- London, England. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out London Arena- London, England! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam and our first show of the BMWF World Tour! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Well, I can't stand going to these foreign countries! These Brits can't even talk English right?

JR: Well...we are one week removed from one of the greatest wrestling shows in pro wrestling history...Bruisermania 2004! We have a new World Champion--Lowedown!

JR: Well, hopefully Z will be able to show up for his match!

King:All I know is I'm still shocked about what Scotty did to...

(Before the King can finish his sentence, the Bruisertron begins to flicker and then goes to a snowy screen. The crowd looks at the Bruisertron as they can slowly begin to see some kind of logo beginning to show through. The screen then suddenly goes black as the words, "FIVE TIME!" begins to show every two seconds. The crowd sees this and begins to chant "FIVE TIME!" as the King realizes who is making this happen...)

JR:I think we are about to have a visit from the...

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

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a standing ovation. Lowedown doesn't know exactly how to react from the crowd reaction as he then raises the World Heavyweight title over his head and listens to the crowd chant his name. Lowedown listens to crowd continuing to chant the "FIVE TIME" logo as he and Flame make their way to the ring. Lowedown stops and gets his picture taken with a few of the kids in the audience before finally standing in front of the ring. Lowedown and Flame leap up to the ring apron as the pyro shoots out from all four corners. As Lowedown leaps over the rope, a mass of confetti begins to fall from the ceiling as you see Lowedown smile in front of the camera and Flame trying to keep the confetti out of her hair...)

King:I think the folks here in London here are trying to show their support for the new Five time World champion!

JR:Lowedown and Master Z fought one of the most brutal battles in BMWF history! I don't think either man will ever be the same after that!

King:Especially since Z is getting skin grafts in the locker room! YAHHH!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he looks at the sea of bWo t-shirts and signs and then slowly brings the microphone up to his lips. As he is about to speak, the crowd begins to chant his name. Lowedown pauses as he climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and holds the microphone out to the crowd...)

JR:This is amazing! This crowd absolutely worships the new World champion!

King:He probably paid them in tea and crumpets to get them to cheer for him! You know they have a reputation for bad dental hygiene here!

JR:I've heard that rumor was about the British though?

King:English...British...it's all the same "ish" to me! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:LONDON, ENGLAND!

(Huge crowd pops)

Lowedown:FIVE TIME CHAMPION IN...THE...

LD&Crowd:HOUSE!

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown climbs down and walks to the center of the ring and delivers the Wolfpac signal to the crowd and then brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:I tell you this peeps. It is d@mn good to be here in London as the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:But more importantly, it is d@mn good to be able to walk into this arena and look out to all my peeps and hold this fifteen pounds of gold over my head and say that I am the...

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

World Heavyweight champion! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

KING:Oh, gosh! I hope he doesn't try the Lowe-arooni!!

Lowedown:Whoa there my London peeps! We're here in England so I think we should throw a lil' "english" humor into this. So, do ya bloody feel me?

Crowd:BLOODY HELL YEAH!

King:Did Lowedown just use english profanity?

JR:It's not a bad word in the states King. It's okay over here. Everybody says down here.

King:I don't bloody believe it!

JR:You see what I mean?

King:YAHHH!

Lowedown:Last week, was without a doubt one of the biggest nights in my life! Bruisermania, the pinnacle of all shows! Everyone went to the limit and then some in my opinion! But the final match, the final match of the night was the biggest match there has ever been in Bruisermania! The Darkside Cremation match! Take a look peeps!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show still pictures of the Darkside Cremation match up and all the painful spots in between. After a mass of pictures go by, the Bruisertron finally comes to the final pictures of Lowedown shoving Master Z into the Cremation chamber and slamming the door shut. The last picture shows the flames beginning to rise as Lowedown is seen on his knees...)

JR:That match took both men beyond human limits!

King:I told you these two men are inhuman! Only freaks of nature would sign up for a match like that!

Lowedown:Now as many of you may not buy this, but I have to give a lil' bit of respect to our former champion. He put up one hell of a fight without question! We both went into this match with only one objective that night! That night, we went into the match to burn somebody alive! And it looks like this man right here holding the gold is still looking as smooth and "smoke free" as ever!

(The crowd begins to chant his name once again until Lowedown raises his hand up and the crowd quiets down. Lowedown then in traditional fashion raises his index finger...)

Crowd:HOWEVER!

Lowedown:However, that night was a bit tarnished by an old friend. Someone who I never expected would do what he did to me! I mean we all know about my past and Scotty's past, but I thought that what was in the past was in the past. But I guess Scotty had other plans. Scotty went out and signed a deal with the devil himself in Master Z!

JR:Folks, I was as shocked as Lowedown was when Scotty attacked and joined forces with Master Z!

King:You're telling me! I thought those two hated each other?

JR:Anything can happen here in the BMWF!

Lowedown:I sat there and watched it over and over and over again and it still confuses me. So I asked the question that everyone around the wrestling world has been asking each other. Why Scotty why? And as I pondered it over in my head, I began to think about what this was really all about. This is about the unofficial passing of the torch isn't it Scotty? You helped me become the man I am today and back then I was appreciative of your knowledge. But now the student has become the teacher and the man who was once the teacher...has become extinct!

King:Those are strong words coming from Lowedown! I hope he can back them up against Scotty!

JR:Lowedown has never backed down from anyone!

Lowedown:I've listened to you talk Scotty about your mindgame you pulled on me at Bruisermania and I will admit to the world that you were the last person I expected to trash me the way you did. But now you talk about a new mindgame? You talk about how easy this next game of yours is going to work aren't ya? Well, I guess we are going to have to just see about this one aren't we Scotty? You got me once, but I am asking you to try me again. No...I'm BEGGING you to try me again!

JR:Lowedown is calling Scotty out!

King:But Scotty has Z with him! Why would he do that?

Lowedown:You see Scotty, you might think that just because you have teamed up with that fluke of a former champion that you have all the cards? I don't think so! I wasn't afraid of you before and I'm sure as hell not afraid of you or Master Z! You know why? This fifteen pounds of gold around my waist is my proof! Proof that I am the best in this d@mn business and you're not!

(Pause)

Lowedown:Scotty, I don't know if this is some last ditch effort attempt at immortality or...

(Lowedown stops in mid sentence and looks down for a moment before looking back up with a surprised look on his face...)

Lowedown:I GOT IT! I realize why you did what you did. You're jealous that I have surpassed you in every way, shape, and form and it's eating you alive isn't it? You know what Scotty? It's almost kind of pathetic if you ask me. You're pathetic...Master Z is pathetic...you and your whole d@mn crew is pathetic!

(The crowd begins to chant "Scotty Sucks!" as Lowedown brings the microphone down for a moment and listens to the crowd. Lowedown nods his head as the crowd's chant begins to die down...)

Lowedown:The question shouldn't be "Why Scotty Why?" if you think about it. Scotty, the question I have for you is...When. When am I going to pay you back? When am I coming for you? When Scotty...When? You said you help create the monster known as Lowedown? You helped create the monster, but you sure as hell didn't create the psychopath known as Lowedown now! Scotty, you want to play a game? Then I suggest you get ready to lose because I'm coming for you and I'm coming hard! You will understand that when you mess with the Lowedown...you will get the Downlowe! That is the Lowedown on...

****This is where White Lightning cuts in and him and I go at it...****

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Achu

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

Altar Boy Mark

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a savate kick.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu goes for a bodyslam, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark goes for the Running Forearm Smash, but Achu
ducks out of the way.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with a backdrop
.
Altar Boy Mark covers Achu.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Altar Boy Mark complains about a slow count.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Achu misses with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark hits Achu with the Running Forearm Smash.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
Altar Boy Mark whips Achu into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark and Achu get hit with a double clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark gives him a spin kick, but Achu only stares at him.
Achu uses a piledriver on Altar Boy Mark.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a savate kick.
Achu is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Achu uses a gutwrench suplex on Altar Boy Mark.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a gutwrench suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a gutwrench suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark hits Achu with an elbow.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Altar Boy Mark goes for an enzuigiri, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Achu goes for a piledriver, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spin kick, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a savate kick.
Achu is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Achu whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits Achu with a shoulderblock.
Altar Boy Mark gives him an enzuigiri, but Achu doesn't even care.
Altar Boy Mark punches Achu.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".
Altar Boy Mark chops Achu.
Altar Boy Mark punches Achu.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".
Achu punches Altar Boy Mark.
Achu uses a gutwrench suplex on Altar Boy Mark.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Achu hits Altar Boy Mark with a bodyslam.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Altar Boy Mark.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Achu goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".

*DING DING*

(The doors to the London Arena open and the Bruiser-tron shows Dreadnaught entering the arena. Dreadnaught is wearing a dew rag covering some scars on his head and has his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey on. The fans explode once he looks into the camera.)

JR: Dreadnaught has entered the building tonight!

King: He has a rematch with Scotty tonight!

(Dreadnaught looks down at his title-less waist before sighing and walking further down the hall.)

JR: The Bruisermania rematch is later tonight!

(The scene cuts to the parking lot and we see a sign reading "Earlier Today" at the bottom of the screen. The sky is dark and we see one of the large BMWF production trucks, from around the corner of the truck walks "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi kitted out in a blue hooded sweatshirt with baggy green cargo pants and a gym bag over his shoulder. He walks casually up to the camera and then stops.)

Tai Hashi: Hey, guess who's ventured back into the murky depths of the BMWF, ha ha ha. 'The Rock Star' is back in action and tonight I'm gonna prove that I have come back bigger and better than ever before. Tonight, right here in London, United Kingdom on Bedlam yours truly, "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi will take on one worthless piece of crap who goes by the name of Taka Michinclu. But I have that ounce of respect for the guy, being Japanese and all like me. The Japanese are arguably the greatest, most entertaining professional wrestling superstars in the world today, forget the Romans and the Greeks cos' the Japanese people are the one's who created wrestling to what it is today. If it wasn't for the Japanese then the BMWF, WWE, TNA or any other promotion for that matter would probably not exist right now. But there's a fine line between a good Japanese pro wrestler and a bad Japanese pro-wrestler, and tonight here in the UK I am going to show Taka where that line is and show him he's on the rough side of the patch ... And I'm on the good patch! I'll show him that there's a fine line between Taka Michinoclu and the electrifying, mesmerising Rock Star!

(Tai Hashi makes his way inside the London Arena.)

KING: Did he just say that the Japanese are responsible for the crap we call pro wrestling today? Another reason to buy American! HA HA HA!

*Earlier Today*

(Cameras go live outside of the London Arena to see a white limousine pull up. The limo stops and the door opens. Out steps White Lightning with his signature white suit and silver sunglasses.Stepping out behind him is Big Kev Nash with two gym bags over his shoulder.)

White Lightning: Ya know, London England really does SUCK!

Kev: You're right, but not as bad as every other place on this world tour!

White Lightning: Yeah! Anyway, let's get inside, I have a special surprise for the world!

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk inside as the camera fades....)

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(In the back of the London Arena, a limo pulls up. The
driver gets out and rushes to the rear of the car,
opening the door. Stepping out in a dark suit and a
pair of gold plated sunglasses is Cash Flo.)

Cash Flo: (Glaring at the driver) You Londoners
consider this travesty a proper limo?

Driver: (Nodding) She's beaut Mr. Cash. Right off the
line last week.

Cash Flo: Is that right?

Driver: (Still nodding) That's right Mr. Cash.

Cash Flo: Get my bag.

Driver: Pleasure sir.

(Driver heads to the back of the car, while Cash Flo
walks off. The driver doesn't seem to notice that Cash
Flo has disappeared and continues to talk about the
car.)

Driver: Yes sir Mr. Cash, this is a quality limo. In
fact, just last week, I got the pleasure of driving
WestLife to the airport. (Opens trunk) Not sure if you
know who they be Mr. Cash, but they are the biggest
band in Britain these days, having more number ones
than the Beatles they have. That's right. So, you can
just image how big of honor it was to drive them to
the airport. On their way to the Asian Music Awards.
That's right. (Pulls out a pair of matching dark green
luggage, which he sets on the ground) About two weeks
before that I got the honor of giving Kylie Minogue a
lift to meet the Queen. That was, how do you say,
Flo-tastic.

(Cash Flo reappears on the scene holding something
behind his back.)

Cash Flo: Did you just steal one of my catch phrases?

Driver: (Looking a little uneasy) I did sir. I do
apologize.

Cash Flo: Well you know what? I don't accept. Just
like I don't accept this limo. I have never ridden in
such horrible conditions in all my LIFE! And I'm not
about to start, just because I'm traveling the world
to countries that don't even speak proper English!
Have you British ever listened to the way you guy's
talk? Come on! You guys talk like Dictionaries. Every
syllable pronounced so correctly it makes me sick. And
another thing, can you guys learn to cook! British
food has got to be the worst cuisine in the world. Did
you know that?

(Driver just stands there, starring wide-eyed at Cash
Flo.)

Cash Flo: Anyway. (Cash Fixes his hair and pulls out a
sledgehammer from behind his back.) Back to the issue
at hand, this horrible excuse of limo I had the
displeasure of riding in. Now I don't blame you for
doing this, it is after all your stupid job seeing as
you are about as well educated as poor inner city
children, so I won't crack your skull open with this.
However, this federation and your disgusting limo
service are to BLAME. I'm Cash Flo damn it and I
deserve to be treated like Royalty. And by Royalty, I
don't mean like the one in this twisted country.

(Cash leaps on the hood of the limo and brings the
sledge crashing down on the windshield, shattering it.
He does a back flip off the limo, lands, and lands a
series of blows on the hood before knocking out the
cars front headlights. Dropping the sledge, Cash walks
over and grabs his bags off the ground.)

Cash Flo: Your company can call Flo Industries in New
York to collect on the damages. But I warn you, the
next time I'm in this country you better have
something better bringing the Biggest Superstar in the
World to the London Arena. You got that?

(Driver doesn't speak. Even if he did, it wouldn't
have done much good, because Cash Flo didn't linger to
hear his response.)

****VRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*****

(The racing motor gets louder as Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski pulls around the bend and down a ramp into the parking area on a brand new Harley Davidson Fatboy with a custom TCW style paint job. He pulls into a spot near the camera and cuts the engine....)

Sledge: Another day another dollar....

(Sledge disomunts his bike and grabs his custom saddle bags that are adorned with embossed sledge hammers and "Indian style fringe" off his new bike and slings them over his shoulder.)

Sledge: Gonna be a big night.... always love that Bedlam after 'Mania.... even though it’s only my second one.....

(Sledge steps away from his bike)

***zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzEEEEEEEEEEEEEE******

(Sledge jumps back as he is almost run over by a silver Yamaha: YZF-R1 the driver is donned completely in silver leather and wearing a matching helmet....)

Sledge: WHAT THE *BEEP*!!!!!!

(Sledge starts walking up to the driver of the Yamaha as he's shutting his engine down....)

Sledge: WHO THE *BEEP* DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!?!?!?!?

(Sledge arrives at the bike rider as he removes his helmet...)

Sledge: You're about to have you're head kocked off.... ADAM!!!! YOU SON OF A *BEEP*!!!!!

("Adam" turns his head only to reveal that Ignition has returned)

Ignition: Why if it isn’t Windy City himself blowing off some steam. How ya doing big guy?

Sledge: fine.... fine... fine.... you almost hit me...., bleephole....

Ignition: Almost Sledge, almost, fact of the matter is, Ignition knows how to ride a motorcycle, it is all good man.

(Ignition dismounts his bike and stands next to Sledge)

Sledge: You ready for the long walk?

Ignition: Long walk? Again with the crazy talk, what you talking bout man?

Sledge: Yeah the door may only be a few feet away, but when you've been gone this long.... well you'll see.....

(Ignition and Sledge start walking down through the aisles of cars that lead to the entrance of the arena.... after several seconds they arrive at some dumpsters and Ignition turns to Sledge....)

Ignition: You're right it is a long walk......

Sledge: told you man....

(Sledge readjusts his saddle bags that he has slung over his shoulder... as the men continue to walk past several limos, an El Camino, a Porsche, and many European cars....)

Ignition: Hold on, I gotta do something.

(The guys stop again as Ignition pulls what looks to be a remote out of his pocket. He points it up in the air and pushes a button on it. The sound of a security system going on is heard and Ignition winks as Sledge.)

Ignition: Gotta make sure nobody is gonna take my ride.

(Sledge stares at Ignition annoyed.)

Sledge: You done playing games?

Ignition: Yeah big man, all done, let’s roll.

Sledge: Well here we go....

(Sledge holds the door open for Ignition and makes the "after you" signal. Ignition walks in first and Sledge follows him in soon after....)

(Aquatic is trying to open a door labeled "Union Locker Room". A backstage guard walks by.)

Guard: Whoa there, little missy. If you want an autograph from the Union, you can't just bust right in. They might be dressing.

Aquatic: Little missy…..do you know who I am? I am Aquatic, the best manager BAR NONE in this entire fed!

Guard: Oh, Aquatic. Wait…you're in Prime Time, and you're saying you're better than Mr. Beauregarde?

Aquatic: I WAS in Prime Time, but that little arrangement is no longer. And yes, at this stage in both our careers, when Clancy is winding down and I'm just beginning, I think I am the better manager. Do you have a problem with that?

Guard: Guess not. But I'm afraid I have strict orders not to let you or anyone else into the Union locker room.

Aquatic: Well, I suppose I can't force you to open the door….

(Aquatic begins to walk away, then suddenly spins around and blinds the guard with blue mist.)

Guard: YAAAH!!!

(The guard covers his face, as Aquatic floors him with a spinning kick. She smiles, takes his keys, and opens up the door to the locker room, which is…)

Aquatic: Empty. (sarcastically.) Great. Just perfect.

(Aquatic slams the door and walks off as the guard remains on the floor.)

FADE

(The scene opens backstage where Cherri is standing with Sarah Lyn)

Cherri: Sarah, at Bruis...

Sarah: Shut up ya jello jiggling Barbie. I know exactly what you’re going to
say and I really don’t care to hear it. What happened at Bruisermania is
that the dope Tyrone found out that I was using his worthless @$$ for yet
ANOTHER time!

(Crowd boos)

JR: This woman is despicable.

Sarah: For somebody who is so skilled and knowledge in violence, he sure as
hell is a big softy... I mean, all I had to bat my eyelashes, cry a bit, and
I had him hooked. Tyrone is forever chasing after a tail in a skirt, and
that’s his downfall. He’s soooo big and bad in the ring, but is so trusting
and willing to give his heart to whatever chick walks by.

Cherri: But you two grew up together. Doesn’t that mean anything?

Sarah: Yeah, I had a (beep)y best friend. I was young and a different person
back then. I thought I loved Tyrone, but when I realized I didn’t, I tried
to break it to him easy. He wouldn’t get the hint. Then he made it big in
the BMWF and I saw a future for myself. “The wife of the greatest Hardcore
Champion in BMWF history” sounds really good, doesn’t it Cherri? Yeah, well
that got boring and I got careless with my affair with Jason... and Tyrone
found out. I then found it really amusing to see how far I could push
Tyrone. I took pleasure in his pain. I’ve had him arrested for nothing..
yes, Tyrone, that was me you big moron!

JR: Oh my! So it WAS Sarah after all who had Tyrone arrested last year.

Sarah: I didn’t think he’d really buy this new act if that tramp, Rachel was
around, so... I used my crafty editing to paint a nice picture for Tyrone. I
saw an opportunity and I ran with it. Now look, I’ve got my own steady
income, and took Tyrone for yet another ride. I can’t wait for the next
time.

Cherri: But..

Sarah: Now if you’ll excuse me, Cherri, I have three tramps to beat up.

(Sarah walks off)

Cherri: What a (beep)..

JR: Indeed!

King: But boy, is she HOTT!!!!!!

JR: Shut up King

(fade)

>>>

JR: We've just been informed that somebody is arriving out front of the arena, and we're going to have a look.
King: Maybe it's a bikini model!
JR: I doubt it.
King: You sure know how to ruin a man's dreams JR.

(Rolling up along the VIP entrance of the arena is a money green Rolls Royce limo with lots of chrome. The valet opens the rear door, and out steps Carlos, and then Mafioso. Both are dressed as usual. Carlos is wearing a black fedora, as is Mafioso. Both step to the side just as Levon Jones exits the limo and steps to the right, dressed in a black jacket and also wearing a fedora. Finally, William Black slides out of the Limo between them all and buttons up his jacket. He slides a fedora on as well, and then looks left and right before looking straight ahead again.)

King: It's only those guys. It should have been a bikini model!
JR: Anyway King, those four have apparently joined sides, and are calling themselves The Urban Legends.
King: Yeah, but they're all newbs and a flunky, they won't last.
JR: You may be right. I wonder what their intentions are.
King: I don't know, but I assume we're about to find out, they looked like they were headed
here...

(All four men wordlessly march towards the arena.)

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(White Lightning is seen walking down a hall backstage when Michael Bole quickly approaches him.)

Bole: White Lightning! White Lightning! What happened out there!

White Lightning: Bole, I was sick and tired of being in Lowedown's shadow and letting him get all the glory. I don't know about the rest of the bWo, but I was sick of doing all his dirty work and not getting one d@mn thing in return! Lowedown only cares about himself and I'm glad I finally realized that before he ruined my career any further. Let's see how Lowedown does without his number one man to back him up.

Bole: What about that challenge you laid down and Lowedown accepted!

White Lightning: At the PPV, I will prove to the world that I was always the best member in the bWo. Lowedown accepted and now I will do what I should have done all along and that was to take you down! All along Lowedown wanted me in the bWo because he knows that I was the biggest threat to his precious World Title. Month after month I waited for my shot, but Lowedown would never step aside to let someone else have a chance! Lowedown, You will be a just another Legend that I will have to finish off. You say that we are not friends once we step into the ring well we NEVER were friends!

Bole: Why you are here, One last question, What does the Judge think about this?

White Lightning: I haven't talked to him, but him being my long time friend, he better know which side to pick. At some point he is going to have to pick a side. I'm out of here Bole! I need to grab all of my gear out of the filthy bWo locker room!

(White Lightning storms off leaving Bole standing their shaking his head.)

Bole: There you have it from the former bWo member White Lightning

KING: JR, are we going to ever have another match or is this just going to be a big gabfest?

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

From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as a blue mist rises from the stage. there is an explosion of fireworks, and Aquatic appears. Her hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, and she is wearing more of a casual dress than Gothic.)

PA: I'm drowning in you.....
I'm falling forever.....
I've got to break through......

(Aquatic walks down to ring side, clipboard and microphone in hand. She sets them down on the apron and hops up to the ring. She flips over the ropes and picks up her items as the music fades out.)

Aquatic: Hello, hello, hello. As you know, my wonderful husband and brother-in-law were deported back to Norway as of last Monday at Bruisermania. A sad event indeed, but I will not dwell on such. You see, for Aquatic, tonight is about OPPORTUNITY. The Eco-System's career has temporarily ended on a sad note, but this...

(Aquatic holds up her clipboard.)

Aquatic: This is where the melody picks up. What I have here is a list of BMWF superstars eligable for management by the Aqua-girl. Now to everyone out there, all you have to do to be eligible is impress me. If you do that, I'll find you. I want to stress that ANYONE can beneift from my management expertise. be you a new stable just starting out like Hollywood Inc., a blue-chipper like Scrappy Joe, a veteran like our died-twice Master Z, or even a fellow woman's wrestler like Jacklyne J. IT DOESN'T MATTER! The point is that this clipboard could be the ticket to a new beginning. Who's going to stop pretending that the door's locked and boldly try the doorknob? Step up or shut up, that's all I got to say.

LILLY: Her partner...
From 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 ring. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe, the BMWF Women's Championship around her waist, and is holding her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Judge Moody raises the Women's title in the air as the crowd boos. The Executioner grabs a mic from ringside and hands it to Judge Moody.)

Moody: Well Bruisermania is over and look who walked out the Women's Champ!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: I told you all I would do it, and it looks like because I was able to, the Women's division lives on tonight here in this terrible run-down piece of trash country!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight I, the 5 time Women's Champion, will team up with Aquatic and Jacklyn J to face Athena Hashi, Sarah Lyn, and Francine. All five of those women are very different, but they have a common goal...to hold what is around my waist. Well, I'm not quite sure which of you idiots is the #1 contender for my title considering some of you returned at Bruisermania last week, but whenever the #1 contender is decided, don't get your hopes up. I won the BMWF Women's title at Bruisermania thinking that I was probably going to be the last Women's Champion and since the Women's division did not end at Bruisermania, I still intend to keep my goal. This title is not leaving my waist, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

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

LILLY: Their partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi

Her partner...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

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

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

(There's a shot of purple pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a lavender version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of
boos. She walks down to the ring waving to the crowd with her middle finger.
She enters the ring and just sneers at her teammates)

LILLY: Their partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Sarah Lyn locks Jacklyne J. in an abdominal stretch.
Jacklyne J. is struggling to reach the ropes.
Jacklyne J. makes it to the ropes after 11 seconds.
Sarah Lyn goes for tilt-a-whirl-pile driver, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Sarah Lyn hits Jacklyne J. with a backdrop.
Sarah Lyn takes Jacklyne J. down with a thrust to the throat.
Sarah Lyn goes for tilt-a-whirl-pile driver, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hits a monkey flip on Sarah Lyn.
Jacklyne J. goes for a clothesline, but Sarah Lyn ducks out of the way.
Sarah Lyn throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
Sarah Lyn goes through the ropes.
Sarah Lyn runs Jacklyne J. into the ringsteps.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Sarah Lyn.
Francine comes over to make it two-on-one.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Sarah Lyn runs Jacklyne J. into the ringsteps.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Sarah Lyn nails Jacklyne J. with a reverse underhook DDT.
Al Johnson counts: 3.
Sarah Lyn climbs back into the ring.
Jacklyne J. climbs back into the ring.
Sarah Lyn attempts to place Jacklyne J. on the turnbuckle, but Jacklyne J.
blocks it.
Sarah Lyn goes for a reverse underhook DDT, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. takes Sarah Lyn down with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Jacklyne J. hits a snap suplex on Sarah Lyn.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. almost takes Sarah Lyn's head off with a clothesline
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Sarah Lyn runs into the ropes.
Sarah Lyn hits Aquatic with a shoulderblock.
Sarah Lyn kisses her hand and smacks her butt.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Sarah Lyn and a few others cheering her
.
Sarah Lyn whips Aquatic into the ropes, but Aquatic reverses it.
Aquatic hits Sarah Lyn with a clothesline.
Aquatic catches Sarah Lyn in a half Boston crab.
Sarah Lyn is struggling to reach the ropes.
Sarah Lyn grabs the ropes after 11 seconds.
Aquatic takes Sarah Lyn down with a snap mare.
Aquatic uses an Asai moonsault on Sarah Lyn.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.

Sarah Lyn tags out to Athena Hashi.
Aquatic locks up with Athena Hashi.
Aquatic throws Athena with a snapmare, and flips her into a body scissors.
Athena is struggling to break the hold.

JR: There is so much history between Athena and Aquatic! The main woman's rivalry of the TCW vs. PT era!

King: And don't forget JR, Aquatic won that feud in convincing fashion!

(Athena pulls Aquatic up, but Aquatic counters into a flipping DDT a'la Rey Misterio. Aquatic stand sup and calmly buttons her top shirt button.)

King: NO! Don't hide the puppies!

JR: You're incorrigable.....Aquatic looking for an Asai!

JR: Aquatic runs to the rope, but sees Sarah pulling the rope down.
Aquatic scouts it, and dropkicks Sarah off the apron.

JR: Aquatic comes off the second rope with an Asai moonsault on a prone Athena.

JR: Excellent prescence of mind by the former Woman's Champion!

KING: Which one?

(Francine runs in but is quickly subdued by teh referee. While The ref is busy, Aquatic motions for Moody, who climbs to the top and Moody Slams Athena! Judge Moody rolls out of the ring.)

JR: I don't believe it! Moody and Aquatic working together?

Aquatic hoists Athena Hashi up.
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker and goes for teh cover.
The referee counts:1...2....Francine doesn't make it in time....3

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here are your winners: Aquatic, Judge Moody, and Jacklyne J!

(Aquatic hands her teammates two pieces of paper out of her shirt pocket and mouths "You got my number." Aquatic grabs her clipboard and leaves as "Going Under" plays.)

(The scene cuts to a shot of the inside of Scrappy Joe Tunny’s locker room. Towels and socks litter the floor, amid which Tunny lies on a mat doing crunches.)

(Tunny picks himself up and starts stretching out his abs. Suddenly, the door opens and Chuck Tunny enters, munching on some soggy fries.)

Chuck: Hey Joey! What’s up with you leavin’ the hotel without tellin’ me? What, are you still not talkin’ to me? You haven’t said a word to me since ‘Mania – not even on the plane over here! We’re sittin’ next to each other for eight hours, an’ you’re only talkin’ to Zabu sittin’ on your other side! He doesn’t even speak English, for pete’s sake!

Tunny: Ya wanna know what my problem is with ya, Chuck? I’ll tell ya! At Bruisermania. When ‘Spoon pranced his way to the ring. Bringin’ that big ol’ bin ‘a shrapnel.

Chuck: Well…it was two of them…they’re both big guys…and Tyrone was starin’ at me…and…and…

Tunny: An’ nothin’! You weren’t there when I needed ya, bro! Are you my manager or not?

Tunny: All I know, Chuck, is that I was on my way to winnin’ the Hardcore championship, an’ you dropped the stinkin’ ball!

Tunny: But nothin’! When I’m in the ring tonight ‘gainst that pansy Witherspoon, who knows who’s likely to come runnin’ down that aisle to help him out?! An’ I need to know, Chuck, that you’ll be there to stop him, no matter how big or bad he may be – not only if it’s Dork the frickin’ Clown!

Tunny: That’s what I though before ‘Mania, Chuck. I don’t know what to think now.

Tunny: I ain’t sayin’ nothin’. I’m just not sure if you’re able to watch my back like ya should.

JR: Scrappy Joe doesn’t look to happy with his brother right now! Chuck had better do something to regain his trust!

HERE COMES THE MONEY!

(A series of explosions rock the stage as " Here Comes
the Money," blasts over the PA. Giant Gold and Green
Dollar Signs dance around the arena as Cash Flo
appears on the ramp wearing his Gold plated
sunglasses.)

Ching-Ching, Bling-Bling
Check your pocket,
If you ain't talkin' Money,
Then your talkin' doesn't matter.

(Cash Flo struts to the ring like a king to a throne,
pausing now and again to yell at the crowd. He makes a
few gestures at his waist, indicating he wants gold. A
few unlucky fans sporting none Cash Flo signs near the
security railing get them snatched away by self
proclaimed King of Bling, who then rips them apart
before tossing the remains back into the stands. Cash
jumps up the side of the ring and then flips over the
top rope. Strutting to the center, he flexes his
muscles as a series of rockets exploded behind him. As
the music begins to fade Cash signals for a
microphone.)

Cash Flo: Where are my Cash-oholics London?

(A small section of the arena begins to cheer. A small
" Cash Flo " chant starts.)

Cash Flo: Stop playing you British Jack @$$e$, because
everyone knows that the only Cash-oholics worth having
are from America! You remember America don't you? It's
that colony of yours that woke up one day from British
Oppression and kicked your pathetic proper @$$e$!!!

(Boos)

Cash Flo: Something I don't understand is how come
this county doesn't have its own wrestling federation?
Can't any of you emotionless zombies wrestle? I doubt
it, since I've watched two of your prodigies in the
BMWF attempt to make names for themselves every week,
but never actually doing so. You know who they are,
Lord Steven and that Candy @$$ Headhunter.

(Pop for them.)

Cash Flo: You know, I don't understand Headhunter. He
talks about this big target searching for people, but
yet, I've never seen it. Just like I've never seen his
@$$ take anyone's head. This leads me to believe that
you guys are all talk! That's why you don't have your
own federation, because all you guys would just sit
around drinking tea and talk about whooping each
other's @$$e$. Where as we American's just get down to
the @$$ kicking.

(Boos)

Cash Flo: Don't interrupt me!

(More boos, louder this time.)

Cash Flo: I would like to talk a little about
Bruisermania if I could. Bruisermania is in the
history books. Winners and loser alike got notches
knocked up in their respected columns. And all is
right in the world once again, the U.S. title is out
of Dreadnaught's hands and into a real champions!
Vernon and White Lightning stole the show in terms of
match quality.

(Pop for Vern and Lightning.)

Cash Flo: And the rest of the card, surprisingly
enough, weren't a total waste of time. I know, who
would have known. The only bad thing about the show of
course was seeing the most convicted titles in the
BMWF end up back around Lowedown's unimpressive waist.
That means his promos are just going to get longer and
more mind numbing.

(Mix reaction.)

Cash Flo: Judge got a sample of WHY you don't mess
with me. On Bedlam, you made a fatal error in
judgment, nothing new for him considering he is a
grade A moron. He boasted about beating me and then
acts surprised when I come down and unleash a
Flo-tastic Million Dollar Beat Down? The fact is
Judge, you got what you deserved. And if you're
smart...you'll stay out of my way or you're likely to
get more. Then again. Your likely to get more
regardless. Because Bedlam is MY show. And that
Britain, BMWF'ers all can take to the bank! I got one
question for you, GOT CASH?

(Cash Flo music hits as he struts out of the ring to a
course of boos.)

>>>

(The scene cuts to backstage, we're in the corridors of the London Arena where stage-hands and wrestlers are walking around. Two of the superstars walking around happen to be Tai and Athena Hashi. Tai dressed in green cargo pants with a black BMWF t-shirt while Athena is wearing a black BMWF halter top with self-made glitter around it and black hot-pants with the words ATHENA on the buttocks in orange. Slim Jim Sullivan walks up to the couple.)

Slim Jim Sullivan: Mr Hashi, Miss Hashi, can I get a few words with you?

Tai Hashi: Call me, Tai. So, what do you want?

Slim Jim Sullivan: Last week on the BMWF's biggest event, the grandpappy of 'em all BruiserMania you, 'The Rock Star' 'Mr. Persistence', returned to the BMWF. You came here to find answers over who attacked you last January, now that you've found out who did it, what are your feelings to El Cruz Blanco and Kolic?

Tai Hashi: I should've known all this time that El Cruz Blanco had something to do with the attacks, he was always the one who was jealous of me. He was the one who envied me and he wanted to be me! And the only way he could be me was by taking me out of the game and then throwing himself back in the limelight to take all the glory. Then we have Kolic, yeah, he got jealous too. Remember our little tag-team thing we had going, Rock Star Inc.? Well, he wasn't happy cos' I was the real rock star in the pack and he was just a nerd who would read books all day. Kolic, you're the one I'm after boy. I god damn hope you win the Light-Heavyweight Championship tonight, cos' if you do, that gold is coming home to the electrifying, mesmerising, rock star!

Slim Jim Sullivan: Tonight, your debut match since returning last week is against fellow Japanese man Taka Michinoclu. You've faced before and you won, are you going in with the same strategy this time or are you going to try something different?

Tai Hashi: I have faced Taka before and I did defeat him, in fact I decimated the skinny little runt, I have respect for him being Japanese and all but when I step in the ring with anyone, no matter what origin they're from they're going to expect a beating from Mr. Persistence. I'm back, I'm better and I'm even more painful than ever, and tonight I get to 'experiment' on Taka!

Slim Jim Sullivan: And now to the gorgeous Athena.

Tai Hashi: Steady on mate. She's mine. (Laughs)

Slim Jim Sullivan: What was it like being phsycally fit to wrestle but not actually competing in the ring during the time Tai had his injuries?

Athena Hashi: I stood beside Tai all through the time he was in pain, with his leg in a cast and his neck in a brace it was painful to watch. I knew that I couldn't step in that ring without Tai by my side. If I had wrestled in the ring and just knowing Tai couldn't do the same I would be gutted, Tai's life is in wrestling and so is mine. We're a team.

Slim Jim Sullivan: OK, thank you guys.

(Tai shakes Slim Jim's hand and they go they're seperate ways as we cut to the next scene.)

(After a display of laser and special lighting effects and the grinding, tune of Marylin Manson's "Mobscene" The Urban Legends have made their way to the ring. William Black is in the center of the ring with Mafioso and Carlos leaning against the ropes and Levon Jones off to the right. William Black has a mic, but the group is receiving some mixed reactions from the audience. After the noise dies down, he finally starts to speak.)

BLACK: Hello England, I understand if you people are a bit confused as to what exactly we're doing out here...So, I, along with the rest of my associates, will do our best to explain it all. Well first of all... If Lowedown, or Master Z can come out here and flap their jaws off with a load of crap none of us want to hear, so can we.

(William Black slightly paces, but stops and faces a different direction.)

BLACK: But more importantly, I, we, the Urban Legends, are out here because I put us here. You see, right about the time Tyrone Smith wanted to stick his nose in my business, I had started putting plans in motion... plans to form a young, hot, aggressive stable with the ability and desire to topple the odds stacked against it. The way I seen it, a group of allies is better then a laundry list of enemies.

(Black spins around in the ring, stopping in a different direction.)

BLACK: Tonight, my Allies and I make an impact. Tonight, we prove we're not just a bunch of punks, and tonight..... Tonight the names of the Urban Legends become names to Remember!!

(William Black drops the mic in the middle of the ring and starts exiting the ring. He is
followed by the rest of his stablemates.)

JR: I wonder what they have in mind!
King: I don't. I wonder what stupid mistake they're going to make tonight!
JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

(Tai Hashi's entrance music plays, the crowd cheer loudly as "Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi walks through the black curtains of the BruiserTron. The BruiserTron projection screen shows images of Tai Hashi posing or doing awesome moves on opponents including him holding the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Championship. Tai walks down to the ring giving hi-fives to the front two rows,)

LILLY: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois

Weighing in at 190lbs

"Mr. Persistence" TAAAAI HASHIIIIII!

(Tai slides into the ring and climbs up to the second turnbuckle as the fans take pictures and cheer at Tai. Tai does a backflip off the ropes and Lilly hands the microphone to him.)

Tai Hashi: LONDON, ENGLAND!

Crowd and Tai Hashi: YOU ROCK!

Tai Hashi: Take Michinoclu, the first 'victim' to the new and improved Tai Hashi. Now I want you to step into this ring and face me like a man. Make sure that you remember, Mr. Persistence isn't just a fancy nickname I made for myself, It's a strategy!

(Tai hands the microphone to Lilly, Tai calls Taka into the ring, Taka rolls into the ring and looks at Tai. Tai smiles and extends his hand for Taka to shake, he hesitantly puts his hand in Tai's and shakes. They let go and the bell rings.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Blizzard...
From Morioka, Japan...
Weighing in at 169 pounds...

Taka Michinoclu

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Tai Hashi and Taka Michinoclu lock up, Tai kicks Taka in the gut and then knocks him down with a pump kick to the chest. Taka is on the floor holding his chest trying to catch his breath. Tai Hashi climbs the turnbuckle, he attempts a moonsault but Taka rolls out of the ring. Tai is now the one trying to catch his breath, he stands up.

REF: One!

JR: Taka grabs Tai's legs and pulls him out of the ring where the two Japanese competitors trade punches. Tai grabs Taka's head and slams it against the barricade.

REF: Two!

JR: Tai Hashi then stomps a mudhole into the chest of Taka continuesly.

REF: Three!

JR: Tai Hashi climbs the ring apron, he looks at Taka who is now almost stood up.

REF: Four

JR: Tai Hashi runs across the run apron and does a shooting star press onto the standing Taka, from the ring apron to the cold, hard concrete.

KING: Wow!

JR: A fantastic move from Tai Hashi, Tai rolls Taka back into the ring. Tai stands on the ring apron once more, jumps on to the top rope (not turnbuckle) and springs off, he does a twist through the air and lands sweetly on Taka's torso area.

REF: One, two, kickout!

JR: Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Taka Michinoclu hits Tai Hashi with a shoulderblock.
Taka Michinoclu takes Tai Hashi down with a dragon suplex.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Taka Michinoclu executes the Swinging DDT on Tai Hashi.
The crowd is going "We want Al Johnson !".
Taka Michinoclu nails Tai Hashi with a rana.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Taka Michinoclu complains about a slow count.
Taka Michinoclu hoists Tai Hashi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Tai Hashi crashing hard to the mat.
Taka Michinoclu runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi nails Taka Michinoclu with a bulldog.
Tai Hashi whips Taka Michinoclu into the ropes, but Taka Michinoclu reverses it.
Tai Hashi hits Taka Michinoclu with a kick.
Tai Hashi uses a stiff karate kick to the head on Taka Michinoclu.
Taka Michinoclu begs off.

JR: Tai Hashi hits a heel kick to the chin of Taka Michinoclu knocking Taka down to the floor. Tai wraps his legs around Taka's legs and at the same time pulls the neck back and then locks in the Mexican Surfboard. Taka wails in pain. This is a dangerous move that Tai can pull off so easily. Taka waves his arms around trying to hit Tai Hashi but to no affect. The crowd begin a chant of "Tai Hashi, Tai Hashi". Tai Hashi lets go off the hold, he climbs the turnbuckle. Taka lays on his back holding his lower back area, Tai hits a hard flying leg drop to the back of Taka.

KING: Taka's back must be in agony.

JR: Tai then grabs Taka and drags him to the turnbuckle, while still holding Taka's head, Tai climbs to the second turnbuckle, he picks up Taka and waits a few seconds, then he lands the Hashi Drop perfectly on Taka, Tai covers...

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING*

>>>

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski is in a backstage area where he is approached by Slim Jim Sullivan....)

Slim Jim: Sledge, you wanted to talk?

Sledge: Yeah Jimmy, I did.... I got some things to say, and I know that you will be looking for me sometime today.... like you always do....

Slim Jim: didn't you tell all the interviewers that I was the only one you "wanted" to talk to?

Sledge: that I did Jim-bo... you might ask some odd questions from time to time... but I like your style... anyone who wears the ame tux everyday for forty seven years is okay in my book.....

Slim Jim: Well.... uhmmm, thanks?

Sledge: well anyways Jimmy I got a dilema....you see over in Japan I was encouraged to be as mean and brutal as I could be in the ring.... over there they appreciated it....., but here in London, and back in the states... if you get brutal in the ring the fans tend to boo you....

Slim Jim: okay....

Sledge: Well over there for as those three months it reminded me of who I really am.... out of the ring, hey if you're a fan and see me passing through an airport... come up I'll sign your copy of BMWF magazine,. I'll sign your tee-shirt, your luggage, your hooters... whatever you want... I'm that kind of guy.... you know that Jim....

Slim Jim: yeah there's very few guys that have been as consistantly "fan-friendly" as you....

Sledge: and that's how I was in Japan too, but in the ring... when I cut loose instead of fans cringing and cowering.... they wanted more..... they always wanted more..... make the man bleed, break something.... pull on their tongue....

Slim Jim: did you pull on someone's tongue? that's sick!

Sledge: I got him to tap.... that's how I won the AJSBPW national title.....

Slim Jim: Speaking of that....

Sledge: ahh yeah... well I'll deal with that when or if our world tour takes us to Japan.....

Slim Jim: Speaking of which... what do you think of the world tour Sledge?

Sledge: Well Jim-bo... I think this whole thing was put together just to screw me....

Slim Jim: What do you mean?

Sledge: Well I'm paying to have my bike shipped everywhere we go, I just got back from Japan and I barely have enough time to unpack and right away I'm jumping jets to go to another country.... I think this may be big B's way of punishing me.

Slim Jim: You don't think that Bruiser would spend all this money just to screw one man?

(Sledge gives Sllim Jim a "what are you kidding me glance"....)

Slim Jim: true he has been known to be a bit vindictive....

Sledge: You know I'm barely making anything on this trip.

Slim Jim: isn't the fed paying for shipping on your bike?

Sledge: no its a luxury item....

Slim Jim: That's harsh....

Sledge: Well Jimmy.... all I'm saying is later tonight.... you're going to see the man that re-emerged in Japan... and its up to the fans to decide whether they like him or not..... because he's here to stay.....

(Sledge turns and walks off leaving Slim Jim Sullivan behind.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Boston, MA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Cash Flo

(Savio's music hits and the jobber quickly comes down
to the ring. As he comes down, Cash gets another
microphone ready for him. As soon as he's in the ring,
Cash hands him the mic.)

Cash Flo: How's it going Savio? Wait a minute, don't
speak. Nobody cares what you have to say. 90% of our
viewing audience doesn't even know who you are kid.
And those who do, pretend they don't. But that's all
about to change. See, I'm in no mood to wrestle
tonight. I think it's something I ate here. You know
how it is. Anyway, I'm in no mood to wrestle, just
like you're in no mood to lose. Am I right?

Savio: What do you want Cash Flo?

Cash Flo: (Cash reaches into his boot and pulls out
some money) I got five hundred dollars here with your
name on it Savio.

Savio: What do you want?"

Cash Flo: My-my-my Savio, you got a wonderfully rich
vocabulary. Really. Now, shut up. I will give you this
money, right here and now if you do an about face and
get the hell out of my ring. Do you understand?

Savio: I understand.

Cash Flo: Because we both know how this thing is going
to fair. I'll kick your @$$ and pin you with no effort
at all, just so I can shake a little ring rust. But I
can spare you the pain and humilation at getting your
@$$ handed to you by the most Flo-tastic wrestler in
the BMWF today and, as a result, you can be five
hundred dollars richer. What do you say?

(Savio looks at the money and then the fans. The fans
are going crazy, some fans are yelling at him to take
the money, others are telling him to kick Cash Flo's
@$$.)

Savio: Okay. You got a deal Cash. I'll take the money.

Cash Flo: Of course you will. Here.

(Savio reaches out for the money, but Cash quickly
kicks him in the gut and hits a double arm DDT. Cash
jumps to his feet and calls for the bell as he picks
Savio up and into a quick snap supplex.)

JR: He was playing Savio King!

King: I noticed.

(Cash does a lionsault off the second rope and then
rolls back to his feet. He runs over, climbs a nearby
turnbuckle and hits a Million Dollar Splash. He hooks
Savio's leg and gets a quick three count. Standing,
Cash picks up his mic.)

Cash Flo: Sorry about that Savio. I just wanted to see
how much rust there was actually on me. As you can
tell, there isn't that much. I've been trainning. But
a deal is a deal. Here's your five hundred bucks you
loser!

(Cash stuffs the money is Savio's mouth as his music
hits and he slides out of the ring.)

JR: Wait! Look at the top of the ramp!

King: It's The Judge! He's coming down here for some Bruisermania pay-back!

(The Judge starts walking slowly down the ramp as Cash Flo stops to watch him. The Judge jumps on the ring apron and taunts Cash Flo as the ref tries to restrain The Judge from entering the ring. With the ref's back turned, The Executioner hops the ring barrier and enters the ring behind Cash Flo!)

JR: The Executioner just grabbed Cash Flo...Oh no! An Execution on Cash Flo!

(The Executioner exits the ring as The Judge hops off of the ring apron. The two head to the back, laughing at Cash Flo as Savio Garcia gets back on his feet.)

(The scene cuts to the backstage area, facing a door with the name “Urban Legends” on it. A conversation is going on inside, but the words are muffled and it is impossible to understand what is being said.)

JR: That’s the locker room of the Urban Legends, one of the new stables in the BMWF.

(The figure exits the door, and is revealed as Chuck Tunny. He looks both ways to check if anyone has seen him, then closes the door and walks away as the scene fades back to JR and the King at the announcers’ table.)

King: What is Chuck Tunny doing in the Urban Legends’ locker room? And without Scrappy Joe?

(In the back parking lot, a big diesel pulls up and inside the diesel you can hear the song “ Say Goodbye To Hollywood” by Eminem. Out steps Tobey Miliken and Shawn Rollins.)

Shawn: So where is Zeke?

Tobey: He said he would meet us here.

Shawn: Why didn’t he just ride in the “Hollywood Hotel.”

Tobey: Hey don’t worry. Tonight Hollywood Inc opens up with a HUGE VICTORY. Team Beautiful is going to be Team Ugly when we get through with them.

(Micheal Bole runs up for a quick interview)

Bole: Guys, wheres Ezekiel?

Tobey: Bole, don’t you have someone else you can pester. You and that stupid microphone are always in my face. I mean I know that I am handsome and a man that all the ladies want to see. So send someone of the female kind out to interview me. I don’t want to see you, or Couch or any other man in my face again unless it’s in the ring.

Bole: But…

Tobey: Didn’t I just say to get out of my face. Or do I have to knock you out of my face.

Bole: You can’t touch me. It’s in your contract. You can’t attack…

Tobey: I CANT… But …

Shawn: I CAN. I don’t have a contract with the BMWF. My contract is with Tobey.

Tobey: I think I’ll just move on along.

Tobey: Yeah go do that. Let’s go get things ready.

(Backstage, William Black, Levon Jones, Mafioso, and Carlos are seen viewing a television screen, but the contents of the screen can't be viewed. All four men appear to be in mutual aggreement about something. After a few seconds, Mafioso hits a few buttons on a remote, and leaves, along with his stablemates. The camera pans around after the Urban Legends leave. The television screen is paused on the Tyrone Smith vs. Scrappy Joe Tunny match when Joe is spearing Tyrone off of the Bruisertron. The camera fades shortly afterwards.)

(We see Bole in the back on a cell phone, he pockets the phone and addresses the camera)

Bole: I have just received a tip-off that Ezekiel’s arrival at the arena is imminent. Actually there he is, Ezekiel can I ask you a couple of questions?

(Ezekiel stops by Bole and runs a hand through his hair)

Bole: Why Tobey? Why Hollywood Inc? You have made many statements about seeking answers and the truth, what does this alignment indicate?

(Bole puts the microphone to Ezekiel’s mouth)

Ezekiel: We can all make our journeys towards the truth smoother by eliminating obstacles and taking a more direct route. Why would a person fly to London via Rome, when that same person could fly here direct?

Bole: The rumours going round that you are from the so-called north of the border here in the UK (a small pop from the crowd can be heard), that accent is a give a way.

Ezekiel: The past is there to be learnt from and studied. There is no benefit in wallowing in the sentiments of time past…

(Shawn Rollins appears from around the corner)

Shawn: Hey Zeke! We’ve been looking for you man, Tobey has some business to take care of.

(The camera fades as Shawn and Ezekiel walk off down the corridor)

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott, Pain, Ric Frye, and Team Beautiful walk out. They are targets for the fans trash as they enter the ring together. Scotty stands in the middle as they line up with Ric Frye at his right side with Pain. Team Beautiful stand to his left. Frye is holding the US title and the World Tag Team titles.)

Frye: WHOOOOOOO!!!! BIG DADDY LOWEDOWN!!!!! YOU THOUGHT... THAT YOUR ONLY TRUE FRIEND WAS ALWAYS THERE... BUT NO WAY DADDY O.... HE WAS ON THE RIGHT SIDE... THE ONLY WAY TO BE....

Scotty: All week long I have been asked... (in a whinny annoying voice) Why Scotty why did ya do that ta Lowedown? Well, I will tell ya why. I have had it up ta here wit Lowedown's high and mighty attitude 'round hera. He knows as good as I do he would not be where he is if it were not for me. If it weren't 4 me... I would have been in yer corner like aways but ya just made me sick thinkin' that yer so great. But ya not... Were would ya been if I had not stepped in with the Apostles.. Ya would've been left for dead.

Pain: Lowedown... You're so smart you are dumb.

Rey: Botto loco, you never knew what to expect. You always were thinking that it was Lurker or Cash Flo..

Tazan: When it was us all along.

Scotty: Now, ya gotta deal wit not just me... But all of us. Now ya got the bWo backin' ya up... But they don't matta. I have beaten them all at one time or anotha... They are an afta thought.

Pain: White Lightning... You have become someone that has a target on their chest just for me. White Lightning... You're a dead man.

Rey: Now now... We have no one to face in the bWo but there are these two annoying little ants WIlliam Black and Jones...

Tazan: You want us in a no DQ match....

Rey: You got it bottos... But we don't want to do this on free tv.

Frye: That's right... Black and Jones... You want the Tag Team Champions of the World... You have to face them at the Pay-Per-View.

Rey: But let's raise the stakes a little bit botto locos.

Tazan: You come here actting crazy... We say prove your worth... Face us at the Pay-Per-View in a Ladder match.

Frye: WHOOO!!! THAT IS MORE EXCITEMENT THAN A ROOM FULL OF BLONDES!!!!

Scotty: Lowedown... I am gonna make sure that yer life is a livin' Hell. Ya wanna act all high and mighty.. It is time I bring ya down... So bWo.... Beat us.... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's...

("War Machine" blasts once again as Scotty and the gang walk out of the ring.)

(Witherspoon is in the back getting ready for his match with Joe Tunny. Witherspoon is attack
ed by “Hollywood Inc”. Tobey hits him over the head with a lead pipe. Ezekiel swings his chair and connects with a hard shot to the temple and Shawn has a leather belt and is whipping him with the belt.)

Tobey: Tonight Spoony, I am going to show you just how HARDCORE, Hollywood Inc is. Drag him down the hall men.

(Zeke and Shawn wrap some chain around Spoons legs and drag him down the hall way into the Mechanical Room. Inside the boiler is turned on and a red glow fills the room. Tobey pulls a pulley down and hooks the chain up. The pull Spoon up by the chain and he hangs about 5 feet from off the floor upside down.)

Tobey: Zeke bring me that big rat you found in the woods.

(Ezekiel hands a cage with a huge brown rat in it. Tobey takes a stick and starts to poke the rat inside the cage and gets the rat really riled up. The rat is squeeling and showing his teeth. Shawn then hands Tobey a leather bag and Tobey enters the rat into the bag and the tie the bag to Spoons head. You can hear all types of screaming and fighting. Then blood fills the bag and starts to drip from the bag. The fighting has stopped. Tobey takes the bag off and Spoon has the rat in his mouth. But Spoon’s face has been chewed and scratched really bad as well. Spoon is dripping with blood.)

Tobey: I see you got the best of the rat. But it looks like he did a little damage to that ugly face of yours.

Shawn: It was already ugly.

Tobey: Now it’s even more so. I’ll let you get your ownself down.

Shawn: See ya later Spoony

(Aquatic is walking down the hallway backstage when she hears a ringing. She pulls out her cell phone and turns it on.)

Aquatic: Hello?…….oh hi, how are you…..good…..you did? I got a job?….Well, that's good, but it can't be some no-talent hack……been around a while, but never captured the World Title…..uh huh….and is best known for the Hardcore Championship?

(Aquatic smiles a huge grin.)

Aquatic: So you're talking with him, to work out specifics….all right, can you give me the exact name…..a surprise, huh? Well, I think I can gather….thanks again. Bye.

(Aquatic hangs up, then jumps with joy as a roadie walks by.)

Aquatic: YES! YES! WOO-HAA!

Roadie: huh? What happened?

Aquatic: I can't be fully sure….but I think I just got a job managing a Jamaican Giant! WOO-HAA!

(Aquatic walks off, pumping her fist as the roadie scratches his head.)

FADE

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with Truck.)

Bole: Truck.

Levon: The name is Levon Jones, boy, and you'd best
learn it.

Bole: Sorry. Levon, you shocked the world last week
at Bruisermania when you turned on Vernon Vanderbilt
and Mr. Beauregarde, brutally attacking them and
turning your back on Prime Time. The question that
everyone seems to have is: why?

Levon: Why not, Bole? What was I getting done in
Prime Time? Not a damn thing.

Bole: But they were your friends.

Levon: Friends don't take friends for granted, Bole.

Bole: Point taken.

Levon: 'Sides, they never done nothin' for me. I was
always doin' the grunt work for 'em. Now, I've found
some new friends, and they know what kinda
contribution I can make.

Bole: I assume you're talking about the Urban
Legends?

Levon: Y'damn right, Bole. People think Prime Time
is somethin' special? They 'bout t'see what the new
dogs on th' block can do.

Bole: So tonight you take on your former friend,
Vernon Vanderbilt, in a non-title match.

Levon: An' ain't that the way it would be? He's too
much of a chicken*BLEEP* t'put his belts on th' line
against me! After all I done for him, he won't even
gimme a shot at his gold! That's the kinda man we're
talkin' 'bout where Vernon's concerned.

Bole: Well, I don't think he's got control over
scheduling.

Levon: Shut up! We all know he's some kinda golden
child 'round here. Ev'ryone kisses his @$$. He could
rip a fart and people would fight over who gets
t'stand downwind! It's sickening! T'night, though, I
don' care what he's doin' with his gold. All I intend
on doin' is beatin' the livin' hell outta him! And
that's that!

(Levon exits.)

Bole: A very angry Levon Jones appears very focused
on his match tonight. Stay tuned folks!

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is an I-quit match scheduled for one fall.

From Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

(Alice Cooper’s “Feed my Frankenstein” Bursts from the speakers and green pyros go off as the crowd Boo’s loudly. Witherspoon walks across the stage and to the top of his neck and cracks his neck. Two large pyros on either side of the ramp go off and he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.)

JR: Witherspoon looks awfully focused for this match.

King: This match is going to be insane! Two merciless pysco’s going at it until one of them quits! Who’s your vote JR?

JR: Im not going to get into this.

King: I think It’s gonna be Witherspoon. I think the man feels no pain! Or at least very little of it.

(Witherspoon jumps to his feet and climbs each turnbuckle, punding his chest with his fist once at each one. He slides his trench coat off and tosses it out of the ring, stretching slightly.)

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. He then jumps over the top rope and rushes Witherspoon before the bell has rung.)

JR: Tunny wasting no time in this matchup! He hits a running forearm smash, and backs Witherspoon into the corner with a series of right hands! Tunny has him in the corner, and hits him with a low blow knee! The ref moves Tunny away as Witherspoon crumples onto the mat.

*DING DING*

King: Quit already, Witherspoon, quit!

JR: Come on, King! This match has only just started! Witherspoon is getting up slowly, he’s up…and Tunny hits him with a running dropkick that knocks him over the top rope out onto the floor!

King: Quit, Witherspoon, quit!

JR: Tunny is now in the ref’s face! What’s he shouting about?

King: I think he’s demanding that the ref call the match already!

JR: The ref is trying to calm Tunny down, and he doesn’t see Chuck whip Witherspoon in the groin with that chain!

King: YAAAH! Quit, dammit!

JR: Chuck rolls Witherspoon back into the ring.

Joe Tunny executes a series of punches on Witherspoon.
Joe Tunny goes for a forearm choke, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon goes for a hangman, but Joe Tunny counters it with a backward kick.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him
.
Joe Tunny punches Witherspoon.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Joe Tunny chops Witherspoon.
Joe Tunny takes Witherspoon down with neckbreaker.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon with a right jab.
Joe Tunny punches Witherspoon.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Witherspoon hits Joe Tunny.
Witherspoon is met with a "Witherspoon sucks" chant.
Joe Tunny punches Witherspoon.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon.
Witherspoon hits Joe Tunny.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Joe Tunny chops Witherspoon.
Joe Tunny goes for neckbreaker, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon chops Joe Tunny.

JR: Witherspoon is striking Tunny’s kidneys with his fists.

Witherspoon drives Tunny backwards, slamming him into a turnbuckle.

Witherspoon slams his shoulders into Tunny’s stomach.

The crowd is booing Witherspoon

Witherspoon picks Tunny up onto the ropes.

King: Look out below!

JR: Witherspoon Suplex’s Tunny.

Witherspoon throws Tunny into the ropes

Witherspoon catches Tunny in an atomic Drop.

Witherspoon stomps on Tunny’s stomach.

You could hear a pin drop.
Witherspoon kicks Joe Tunny.
The crowd is going "We want Len Stanley !".
Joe Tunny punches Witherspoon.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Joe Tunny hits neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Joe Tunny whips Witherspoon into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Joe Tunny takes Witherspoon down with a dropkick to the back of the head.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

JR: Tunny goes for a jaw breaker, but Witherspoon blocks it and hits Tunny with a headbutt! Witherspoon charges in with a clothesline, but Tunny ducks, and executes a belly-to-back suplex on the big man!

King: Wow! What strength!

JR: Tunny picks up Witherspoon and kicks him in the gut. NOW he comes through with the jaw breaker! Tunny starts stomping like crazy on Witherspoon! Witherspoon reaches the ropes, and pulls himself up, but Tunny knocks him back down with a dropkick to the back of his head! Witherspoon rolls out onto the floor to escape the attack!

King: But Tunny follows, and hits Witherspoon with a double axehandle to the back! Tunny’s on a roll!

JR: Tunny leads Witherspoon over to the corner, and smashes his head on the corner post! He now places Witherspoon’s head in the ring next to the post, and locks on a headlock, crushing Witherspoon’s throat against the post!

King: Quit already, Witherspoon! Quit!

JR: Tunny can’t win like this, King! The ref is trying to make Tunny release the hold, and Witherspoon is in immense pain! The ref is giving Tunny a five count to release the hold, and Tunny releases on four!

King: The ref may have stopped him, but the damage has been done!

JR: Witherspoon is holding his throat and gagging! The ref is trying to check on him, but Tunny pushes the ref out of the way and comes back to Witherspoon! He takes Witherpoon and sends him face first into the guard rail! Witherspoon is reeling. Tunny knees him hard in the gut, then sets him up for a suplex! Tunny has Witherspoon up vertical! He turns slightly…and sends Witherspoon crashing down onto the cement floor!

King: What impact!

JR: Witherspoon is in a lot of trouble as Tunny rolls him under the ropes into the ring and follows him in

Joe Tunny locks Witherspoon in a forearm choke.
Witherspoon grabs the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Joe Tunny puts Witherspoon in a forearm choke.
Witherspoon gets ahold of the ropes after 11 seconds.

JR: Witherspoon ducks under Tunny’s running forearm smash

King: That was close JR!

JR: Witherspoon german suplexes Tunny, and oh my god Tunny landed on the steel post in the corner. Tunny is outside the ring!

King: And Spoon is going after him!

JR: Their both outside the ring

Chuck Tunny runs towards Witherspoon, but Witherspoon has just whipped Tunny into his brother and they both crash into the steel steps!

Witherspoon has rolled Joe Tunny back into the ring near the turnbuckle

King: Witherspoon just kicked Chuck Tunny in the face! I think he broke his nose! YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon has Joe Tunny’s back against the steel post, and he grabs Tunny’s legs and head and pulls against both of them, stretching Tunny around the steal post!

Witherspoon has climbed up onto the turnbuckle and he just lept off the third rope and landed on Tunny’s throat!

King: All chuck can do is lie their and blead while his brother is getting beaten!

JR: Witherspoon has grabbed onto the ropes and put his full weight on Tunny’s throat!

Joe Tunny goes for low blow knee, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon uses a headlock on Joe Tunny.
Witherspoon punches Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny, while a few others are cheering him.
Joe Tunny executes a series of punches on Witherspoon.
Joe Tunny throws Witherspoon into the turnbuckle.
Joe Tunny charges into the corner.
Joe Tunny sends Witherspoon into the turnbuckle.
Joe Tunny takes Witherspoon down with a left jab.
Joe Tunny nails Witherspoon with a right jab.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon with foot choke in corner.
Joe Tunny hits Witherspoon with a right jab.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Joe Tunny and a few others cheering him

JR: It’s hard to believe that Witherspoon has been able to give us such a match after that horrendous attack by Hollywood Inc. earlier tonight.

King: Yeah, but look at his face, it looks like it’s been gnawed on by a rat.

JR: It was King.

King: My point exactly.

JR: NOW WHAT!

(Hollywood Inc. comes walking down the ring. Tobey is laughing with Shawn and Ezekiel is right behind with a look of anger on his face. The three of them circle around the ring. Tobey slides into the ring first with Shawn right behind him. Ezekiel slides in on the other side and knocks Joe Tunny down as the three of them run over and attack Witherspoon. Ezekiel picks up Witherspoon and throws him out of the ring. The three of them then run outside the ring and look under the ring for something. Ezekiel has a fire extinguisher. Ezekiel hits Witherspoon over the head with the fire extinguisher and then Tobey pulls out a big wrench.)

Tobey: Spoon, last week you burned. TONIGHT …YOU WILL BLEED.

(Tobey hits Spoon in the back with the wrench and then over the head with the wrench again as Spoon breaks open and begins to bleed. The three of them throw Witherspoon back into the ring. Joe Tunny is watching as they throw him back in and then Tobey reaches under the ring again where there is a black duffel bag. He reaches inside the black duffle bag and pulls out a “Hollywood Inc” shirt. On the back the shirt says, “Hoo Ray for Hollywood.” He throw the shirt at Joe Tunny and then Tobey picks the mic back up.)

Tobey: Think about it Joe. Think about it.

(They all three leave.)

JR: Witherspoon kicks Tunny hard in the stomach! Tunny is doubled over, and Witherspoon runs into the ropes. Here he comes in for the axe kick…but Tunny moves out of the way, and Witherspoon’s kick hits nothing but air! Tunny knocks Witherspoon in the jaw with an elbow as he comes down for the kick, and follows up with a sharp jab between the eyes! Witherspoon stumbles back, and Tunny runs him over with a clothesline!

JR: Tunny on the offensive as he picks up Witherspoon. Neckbreaker on Witherspoon! Tunny drags Witherspoon over to the corner, placing his head on the bottom turnbuckle! Tunny jumps…and lands feet first right onto Witherspoon’s head! Tunny holds onto the ropes and remains standing on Witherspoon’s head, stomping on his neck! Here comes the ref! He’s giving Tunny a five-count! One…
King: Wait! Look! Chuck has removed the turnbuckle cover in the opposite corner!

JR: Tunny jumps off at the count of four! He picks up Witherspoon, and slams him into the corner. Here comes the whip, but Witherspoon reverses, no, Tunny re-reverses, and Witherspoon is sent crashing into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle! Witherspoon is writhing on the mat holding his back!

King: Not only did he crash into an exposed turnbuckle, but he did so from extremely close range due to that double reversal!

JR: Tunny is relentless, he picks up Witherspoon, and hits a backbreaker! Tunny…what? He goes for the pin?

King: He seems to have forgotten that this is an “I Quit” match! He can’t win via pinfall!

JR: Tunny has had Witherspoon down for at least a five-count, but he just can’t win like this! Tunny finally gets up, and he’s taunting the crowd!

JR: Witherspoon is putting up a valiant effort here, but it looks like his back is still hurting from that turnbuckle and backbreaker earlier on.

King: Of course he’s hurting! I told him to quit right from the start!

JR: Tunny in control. He whips Witherspoon into the corner. Tunny runs in…but is met with a big boot to the face!

King: A heads up move by Witherspoon!

JR: Tunny is stunned, and Witherspoon wants to take advantage. He takes Tunny and…he’s setting Tunny up for a chokeslam! Witherspoon has his hands around Tunny’s throat, he bends down…but Tunny pokes Witherspoon’s eye to break the hold! Witherspoon is blinded, and Tunny takes advantage with a neckbreaker! Tunny stomps once, and then picks Witherspoon back up! A huge right hook sends Witherspoon stumbling into the corner! Tunny jumps up onto the second rope and starts punching Witherspoon in the head!

(Tunny executes a 10-punch, with the crowd chanting along with each punch.)

King: It’s a good thing Tunny had the crowd counting for him – I doubt he could count to ten on his own!

JR: Witherspoon stumbles away from the corner in a daze! Tunny catches him…and gets him with a jawbreaker! Witherspoon is on the mat, face down! This could be it! Tunny straddles his opponent…but he stands back up! Why didn’t he go for the Pain Central there?

King: He had the match won!

(Tunny stands over Witherspoon shaking his head “no” and mouthing “not yet”.)

JR: Tunny apparently wants to make Witherspoon suffer some more! This may be a mistake, King!

King: Tunny needs to go for the win here, not just dish out more punishment!

JR: Tunny picks up Witherspoon, and sets him up. Here it comes…backbreaker! Right where he’s hurting! And Tunny holds Witherspoon over his knee! This is a backbreaker submission hold! Witherspoon is in a lot of pain!

King: Need I say it again, JR? Give up already, Witherspoon!!!

JR: The ref is asking if Witherspoon wants to give up, but Witherspoon keeps shaking his head! How long can he keep this up? Look at that grimace on Witherspoon’s face! … Wait! Tunny just released the hold! Witherspoon is on the mat again! Tunny kicks him in the gut, and now sits on top of him! Here it is! Pain Central! Pain Central! Tunny’s got it locked on good! They’re in the center of the ring!

JR: Witherspoon has tapped out! Tunny wins!
There is no crowd reaction.

*DING DING*

(Chuck jumps up into the ring as Tunny stands over Witherspoon looking angrily down at him. The two brothers pick up Witherspoon and toss him over the top rope to the outside. Chuck holds Tunny’s hand up in victory as the crowd boos.)

(The song "Mobscene" by Manson blares out over the PA. The lights go dim and laser effects start dancing over everything in every direction around the ring. All four members of the Urban Legends line up on stage wearing their fedoras. Carlos is carrying a large jewelry chest, but the other three are brandishing their weapons. Levon Jones with a shiny aluminum baseball bat, Mafioso with a glass bottle, and finally, William Black is standing in the middle of all of them twirling a silvery numchuck around in his left hand. He has a mic in the other...)

King: I don't like the looks of this. I smell an ambush, and I think Scrappy Jo