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 Joe is the man
targetted for a beating.
JR: Could this have something to do with Chuck Tunny earlier? We saw him exiting the Urban Legends locker room.
King: It probably does. I think we're about to find out...

(Tunny shifts his weight furiously as he stands surrounded in the middle of the ring. Chuck stands next to him, with a hand on his shoulder. The music fades.)

Black: Scrappy Joe Tunny. It’s been a while since we’ve been in the ring together!

(Tunny makes a start toward Black, but Chuck holds him back.)

Levon Jones: Jus’ stay where ya are, Tunny. Maybe we’d better let yo’ brother do the talkin’!

JR: What? What does Chuck have to do with this?

(As Tunny looks on in shock, Chuck walks over to Levon Jones, who hands him the mic.)

King: Chuck has turned on his brother! I can’t believe it!

Chuck: Listen up, Joey. These gentlemen here…

(The crowd boos as Chuck gestures toward them.)

Chuck: …talked to me earlier this evening, and invited me to discussions in their locker room!

JR: Chuck was certainly in their locker room earlier on!

(Tunny looks shocked, and more than a bit confused.)

Chuck: Now I know you’ve had your problems with Mr. Black.

(Tunny nods his head emphatically, spouting a few choice words in Black’s direction.)

Chuck: But Joey…

(Tunny starts cussing out Black, forcing Chuck to shout.)

Chuck: Joey, listen to me!

(Tunny calms down and listens.)

Chuck: Joey, we talked earlier about my job as your manager. And as your manager…as the man responsible for your welfare in an’ out of the ring…I have found it in YOUR best interest…to have some other guys in addition to me watchin’ your back!

JR: Wait, so Chuck hasn’t turned his back on his brother? What’s going on here?

Chuck: Joey, I want you to listen to what these gentlemen have to say to you.

(Chuck hands the mic back to Levon Jones.)

Black: Scrappy Joe, I must admit. When we first joined the BMWF, I didn’t much care for you. Hell – let’s be honest – I hated your guts!

(Levon Jones can be heard chuckling.)

Black: And we’ve had our battles. But in the end, I think we both came away with a mutual admiration for each other’s abilities.

(Tunny looks like he’s fighting the urge to nod his head.)

Black: So when I started talking to Levon about putting together the Urban Legends, it wasn’t just Mafioso that came to mind. We were also considering you. And, frankly, after that show you put on at Bruisermania, we have no doubt that you will be an ideal addition to our stable.

JR: Black’s offering Tunny a spot in the Urban Legends! Do you think he’ll accept?

Black: So Tunny…

(Black produces a pair of fedoras exactly like the ones the stable members are wearing.)

Black: You’re welcome to join…if you’ll accept.

(Black hands both fedoras over to Chuck Tunny. Chuck walks slowly over to Scrappy Joe, and offers him one of them, urging his brother to accept. Tense moments pass as Tunny seems undecided and makes no move to accept the fedora. The fans are split, some chanting “Take it! Take it!” and others chanting “Toss it! Toss it!” The Urban Legends shuffle about anxiously, with their eyes flickering. Finally Tunny makes a grab for the fedora and holds it in his right hand. He asks for a mic and is given one.)

Tunny: The Urban Legends, huh? Your offer leaves me no other choice!

(Tunny’s face gets angry, and raises his arm as if to toss the fedora, but instead places it on his head with a wry smile on his face.)

King: He’s accepted! We have another member of the Urban Legends!

(Chuck places his hat on as well as everyone in the ring breaks into smiles. Black walks over to Tunny and extends his hand. After a slight hesitation, Tunny accepts the handshake, and Marilyn Manson’s “Mobscene” blares from the speakers as everyone in the ring goes to welcome Tunny into the stable.)

Announcer: Good Evening I’m J.R. Finnegan. and tonight we have the first of a three part series that I’m sure will touch each and every BMWF fan out there.

(JR switches from his announce position to a television studio. The set is decorated with BMWF paraphernalia.)

JR: In the wrestling business our superstars experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Between the workout regimes the travel and promotional schedules todays wrestlers are often held to an almost unbearable schedule and expectations. The superstars of the BMWF are on the caliber of rockstars. The lights, the music, and the excitement are the things that make up the spectale that we call the BMWF.

(The monitors behind J.R. show an inner city scene. The still video shows men lined up outside of a soup kitchen.)

JR: This is video that was taken by a Los Angeles news crew, they were doing the story of the City of Angels soup kitchen in downtown Los Angeles. The night this story aired it was seen by one of our BMWF producers who happen to be in Los Angeles doing promotional video for an upcoming event.

(A man in a white BMWF crew polo shirt is shown sitting in a production truck.)

Producer: I couldn’t believe it at first. We were sitting in the Hotel going over our
production schedule when I began watching the story. It was Thanksgiving and the soup kitchen story was pulling at my emotions. Then I saw someone in the background of the soup kitchen that I recognized. At first I just thought it was a familiar face but I couldn’t get this guy’s face out of my head. I tried to forget about it but by the next morning I was calling the local affiliate for a copy of the tape.

(The video of the news story begins to roll without sound.)

JR: What our producer saw was both familiar and unfamiliar at once. When I received a call from the production staff I was shocked by what they had to tell me.

(The video begins to roll slowly focusing on a lone figure sitting at a bench in the soup kitchen. The man was in his early to mid thirties. His clothes were dirty a black BMWF sweatshirt clung to his upperbody. His hair was stringy and long darkened by dirt and grime it’s blonde color had been taken away to a deep bronze color. A full thick black beard covered his face.)

JR: When I saw this man I almost fell out of my chair. I had to do a double take and much like our producer who first saw this image I couldn’t believe who I was seeing.

(The image cuts back to a visibly shaken J.R. sitting in the studio.)

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen the man on this tape was former BMWF Intercontinental
champion, former Hard-core Champion, former World Tag Team Champion. The Pretty Boy Reno Fontayne.

(The Image on the screen of the the Homeless man is shown side by side by an image of Reno Fontayne well groomed wearing a custom Armani Suit his Intercontinental championship hanging over his right shoulder.)

JR: Three years ago Reno Fontayne was a Rookie of the Year winner. The fastest rising superstar the BMWF had seen in years. He captured the Hard-core and the
Intercontinental championship in his first six months in the BMWF. Style, Charisma, and Class Reno was a throw back to the golden days of wrestling. Reno quickly allied himself with another group of BMWF superstars the BWO. Unfortunately the stable of superstars weren’t strong enough to keep the temptation away from this young wrestler. For the first time ever we feel it is important that we divulge some very private BMWF business.

(Dr. Judy Ueda is shown in her BMWF staff medical center office.)

Dr. Ueda: Reno Fonayne first came to me after a serious injury suffered at the hands of Hollywood Hulkster.

(Images are shown of Reno being run over by Hollywood Hulkster in the Horsemen Golf Cart that Reno was known for riding around in.)

Dr. Ueda: Reno had two crushed disks in his back. We did as we normally do for athletes with this condition we scheduled a routine surgery to relive the pressure. Part of his rehabilitation was the drug Oxycotton, this strong pain killer was prescribed to Reno to help manage the pain of the injury and to allow him to continue wrestling.

(Still personal photos begin showing images of Reno glassy eyed sitting at a BMWF
autograph signing event. Another image is shown of Reno being helped into a limousine after what appears to be a BMWF event.)

JR: The painkillers were too much for Reno’s already addictive personality. Over time he began to become more and more dependent on them with time. His professional career was on top of the world yet his personal life was beginning to fall apart. Shortly after
winning the Intercontinental championship. Reno was given the news that his wife and valet Ms. Fortune (Misty Fontayne) was diagnosed with terminal cervical cancer. Reno rushed to be by her side forfeiting his IC title at the hottest point of his career.

(Images of the funeral of Ms Fortune are shown from the BMWF video library. Many
past and current BMWF superstars are shown in attendance at the memorial service.)

JR: In January of 2002 Ms. Fortune succumbed to her battle with Cancer. This left Reno alone with their 3 year old son Reno Jr. to raise.

(Images of the young boy are shown as Reno and he are captured in photographs playing at the beach, fishing on their property in Louisiana and visiting Disneyworld in Florida.)

JR: Reno came back to the BMWF against the wishes of his doctors and his family. He wanted to regain the success that he had walked away from.

(A archive footage of Bedlam is shown the image shows Core hitting Reno over the head with a steal chair again and again.)

Dr.: Ueda: Reno Suffered a severe concussion, He had kept his addiction to pain killers away from us. We did what we normally do and we prescribed more painkillers to help him cope with the constat pain of his aggravated back and neck injury.

(More images of a glassy eyed Reno are shown followed by Newspaper headlines.)

Arizona Republic: BMWF wrestler arrested in Scottsdale Bar room brawl.

Cleveland Reporter: BMWF wrestler arrested for DUI.

Dallas Morning News: BMWF wrestler arrested for Drunken disorderly at Local
nightclub.

Los Angeles Times: BMWF wrestler found guilty of Drug possession.

(A mug shot of Reno is shown)

JR: Reno had fallen as far as he could go or so we thought...Next week we will continue with the Rise and Fall of Reno Fontayne.

(Images are shown of next weeks episode. They show J.R. walking down a street in a inner city.)

JR: Tune in next week when I attempt to track down the Pretty Boy and folks this is going to be very interesting.

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(Sledge is seen backstage talking to El Cruz Blanco, they are standing infront of a lot of beat up and ripped up boxes)

Sledge: You all set for tonight....

Cruz: Yeah mahn.... I'm on toppa tings....

Sledge: You better be.... this is the best guy I've faced since my return here.... I need a little insurance....

(Sledge pulls a cigar from his jacket....)

Cruz: look who you talkin' to mahn.... I'm always on da case.....

Sledge: allright.... alright.... oh hey, call back home and tell someone to get my W-2's to my accountant tax time's coming up soon...

Cruz: Yeah, no problem....

Sledge: Good, I got some stuff to do....., I'll see you after the show you got a lot of work to do...

(Sledge and Cruz "low five" each other as Sledge walks off lighting his cigar.....)

Cruz: hey where'd you get that???

(Sledge looks back for a second...)

Sledge: Where do I usually get Thompson Cigars

Cruz: ohhhhh

(fade)

(Scotty is seen talking to Pain beside the water cooler.)

Scotty: Even the water tastes bad here.

Pain: What were you saying Axe said about me?

Scotty: Man, he was sayin' basically that ya had no talent. That ya were nuthin' more than a monster or some kinda musclehead. I think he was tryin' ta say that ya been livin' off yer reputation.

Pain: Why that little...

(Pain storms off as Scotty stands there with a smirk on his face. He goes to drink some water but throws it down and walks off.)

(The camera pans to Aquatic in a skybox. We see her peering through binoculars, with her clipboard by her side.)

JR: Aquatic is out here to watch this match between Pain and Axe! Earlier today, Aquatic told me she takes a vested interest in Axe as a blue-chipper....we'll have to see her opinion after the Big Dead Machine is done with him!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the sold out London Arena go out causing a strobe effect to begin creating the crowd to boo as Nirvana's "Lithium" begins to play from the speakers.)

(Out from the back wearing a Sex Pistol's "Nevermind the Bollocks" t-shirt with torn denim shorts and black scuffed Doc Martins is Axe. His head remains bandaged as he slowly makes his way to the ring still favouring his body from his match a week ago at Bruisermania 2004.)

(Axe makes it down the rampway and decides to enter the ring going up the steps rather than rolling as it could be rather painful for his chest at the time being. He takes a microphone and the lights come back up to normal and the music stops as the crowd lets Axe know they are in attendance.)

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(Axe shakes his head as he begins to pace the ring...)

Axe: What a warm reaction from you greasy, gap-toothed, poor hygeine, simple minded creatures! I thought the British were a group of sosphicated, intelligent and strong minded people. Well taking a look at this crowd I am sadly mistaken!

(Crowd roars with boos.)

Axe: Now Pain you and I are about to square off and I just hope your still full of hate...agression and that need to pound me into a bloody pulp! I am sure those words I said about you caused great anger perhaps we should revisit them? What were they again?

(Axe gives an evil grin.)

Axe: Freak...outcast....outsider...pathetic....you don't scare me Pain I am going to bring you pain plain and simple! Your size isn't an issue because the bigger you are...the harder they fall! But before we give these ungrateful limey's our match....

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

Axe: I have some business to attend to! Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel you two have formed a tag group called Hollywood Inc. frankly I could care less but you two made a big mistake giving me a beat down and like I said a few days back your challenge for the next pay-per-view isn't good enough...I want something a bit closer! You idiots need to realize once you mess with me...your stuck with me plain and simple! Now I am sure I'll be "bumping" into you two later tonight so pay close attention as things will all make sense in the end! Right Pain...let's do this!

(Axe tosses the mic back as the crowd is still booing as Axe rests his arms on the ropes and waits for Pain and the bell.)

JR: Well I'll tell ya what King I think this match spells trouble for Axe because if we know Pain he probably didn't take too kindly to those words!

King: Yeah Axe definitely has more guts than brains!

JR: Also he seems determined to take on both Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel at some point in the time!

King: How's he going to fight two men?

JR: Beats me King.

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain lumbers out of the back. Flames shoot out of the staging as Pain literally walks through the flames to the amazment of the London fans. He steps over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out the cornerposts.)

Pain: AXE.... AXE... I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ME... ARE YOU CRAZY!?!?! YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND THINKING THAT I AM JUST A MONSTER... YOU HAVE BEEN LAUGHING AT ME... I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN LAUGHING AT ME.... (Pain begins to laugh and a sadistic smile comes across his face).... Axe.... your death warrent has been signed by your own hand.... I will make sure you learn new levels of pain...

(Pain walks over to a corner and sits down and laughs as ghe waits on Axe to come to the ring.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain misses with a clothesline.
Axe hits Pain with a Hotshot.
A fan at ringside badmouths Axe.
Axe covers Pain.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Axe uses a Russian legsweep on Pain.
Axe goes for a kick to the groin, but Pain blocks it.
Pain goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Axe counters it with a backdrop.
Axe hits a Hotshot on Pain.
A fan at ringside badmouths Axe.
Axe whips Pain into the ropes.
Pain almost takes Axe's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain smacks Axe with a devastating flying clothesline .
Pain executes a kick to the midsection on Axe.
Pain uses a backbreaker on Axe.
Pain uses an elbowdrop on Axe.
Pain is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, kickout.
Pain catches Axe in a choke lift.
Bart Farinus warns Pain to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.
Pain smacks Axe with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd erupts.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain smacks Axe with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd erupts.
Pain goes for a bodyslam, but Axe counters it with a small package.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Axe complains about a slow count.
Pain takes Axe down with an inside cradle.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Axe nails Pain with a Hotshot.
Axe further incites the crowd.
Axe goes for a Hotshot, but Pain counters it with a lariat.

The two stand in the center of the ring trading back lefts and rights as Axe begins to stagger from Pain's punches.

JR: Pain obviously didn't take too kindly to those words King!

King: That was a rookie mistake JR, Axe must have a deathwish!

JR: Pain seems to be tearing that shirt off of Axe as we see he is still heavily bandaged up from his brutal falls count anywhere match which occured last week at Bruisermania.

Pain goes to whip Axe into the corner but gets reversed.

JR: Axe now has Pain the corner and is stomping away at the left knee of Pain which is a good idea by Axe as Pain is just a monster!

King: Yeah this is a good strategy just work away on the knee to prevent him from getting up!

JR: Axe is now holding onto that top rope for leverage as he stomps a mudhole into Pain's left knee!

The ref begins to count and Axe stops at four releasing his hold from the ropes.

JR: Looks like Axe has finished in the corner and he's no!
Pain just grabbed Axe and pushed him into the corner!

King: It's only fair! You scratch my back I scratch yours! HA HA!

Pain begins to chop Axe repeatedly across the chest as if there is no tomorrow.

JR: It looks as though Axe is bleeding King!

King: Your right! Pain has been chopping him so hard he must have popped some stitches in the process!

Axe holds his chest in agony as Pain continues chopping away with no mercy.

JR: Blood is starting to run through those bandages and Axe looks in a lot of trouble!

King: Rule number one don't tick off Pain!

JR: Axe is just about to collapse as he walks out from the corner but OH! Pain just capitalized with a huge side suplex!

Axe holds his chest in pain as he continues to bleed and rolls out of the ring.

JR: Looks like Axe is taking a breather which is a good idea!

Pain exits the ring and comes stalking towards Axe and goes for a clothesline but is ducked by Axe who then dropkicks Pain from behind sending him into the steel steps!

JR: OH MY! Pain just connected into those steel steps!
Axe is now entering the ring and waiting for Pain to get in.

The referee reaches five until Pain enters looking rather ticked off.

King: He doesn't look happy JR!

JR: Pain hitting the ropes now going for an elbowsmash but NO! He just got dropkicked to the left knee by Axe!

Axe begins to stomp repeatedly on the left knee talking trash as he does so.

JR: Look at Axe he's snapped!

King: He snapped a LONG time ago JR!

JR: Axe is now dragging Pain across the mat by his left leg but what's he gonna do?

Axe reaches the corner and slides out of the ring positioning Pain's left leg just the right way...

JR: Oh God no! Don't do this!

*SMACK!*

JR: MY GAWD! Axe just drove Pain's left leg across the metal post! NO! Once was enough!

King: I think Axe was to literally break that knee cap!

*SMACK!*

JR: That's the second time that knee has been thrown against the post!

Axe rolls back into the ring and goes for the pin putting his legs on the ropes as the ref goes for the count.

JR: OH come on! He's cheating dammit!

King: Do whatever it takes to win JR!

The ref has reached two and is about to go for three but sees Axe using the ropes and stops the count.

JR: I thought this match was going to end by Axe and his dirty tactics!

King: It wasn't that dirty JR!

Axe grabs Pain's legs and spreads them open kicking him blatatly in the groin.

King: THAT was dirty! HA HA!

JR: Axe is really aiming low doing this type of stuff!

Axe gets Pain to his feet and whips him to the ropes and waits for him to return. As he returns Axe manages to vertical suplex him to the mat.

JR: OH MY! He just suplexed the 375 pounder Pain to the mat!

King: Yeah but I think he hurt his back in the process!

Axe clenches his back and Pain manages to get to his feet first pulling Axe up and nails a forearm to the back.

JR: Pain has found his target which happens to be the lower back of Axe!

Pain executes another as Axe drops to his knees.
Pain goes to pick Axe up but is rolled into a small package.

JR: Axe has managed to pin Pain!

Pain kicks out at two.

JR: Almost a near fall but Pain still seems to be alive!

Axe grabs the legs of Pain and drops back sending Pain flying into the ropes getting his head caught in the middle.

JR: Axe is now choking the life out of Pain!
The referee reaches four but Axe manages to stop.

Pain gets to his feet beginning to favour his knee as Axe elbowsmashes him across the head and locks his hands across his waist and manages to belly-to-back suplex him to the mat.

JR: Axe shouldn't have done that because he looks in a lot of pain he might have sprained his back quite severely!

Axe gets up wincing as he grabs Pain's legs and locks him into a single leg boston crab and leans back applying as much pressure as he possibly can.

JR: Axe has that Boston Crab locked in and that left knee of Pain's must be killing!
Pain is trying to reach those ropes but he's pulled further away and Axe is sitting on him!

King: That knee is about to snap if he's not careful!

Axe continues applying the pressure as Pain starts to fade the referee going to lift his arm as it goes up...and falls!

JR: That's one!

The ref lifts the arm up as it goes up...and falls!

King: Two! He could win it!

The ref does it the final time but Pain keeps it up and finally manages to break loose but is hurt severely.

JR: Axe is going up to the second turnbuckle he's trying to finish this any way possible!
OH MY! Axe just connected with that elbow onto the left knee of Pain!

King: He's going for the pin!

JR: He's pulling the tights but the ref doesn't see!

Pain whips Axe into the ropes, but Axe reverses it.
Pain almost takes Axe's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd erupts.

JR: Pain is living up to what we all know to be true. He is just like a...

King: Go ahead and say it JR. He is just like a monster.

JR: Pain has this youngster by the throat. He is choking the very life out of him.

King: I love this. Pain is living up to the potential that he has always had.

JR: Pain has Axe in the air with both hands. Axe's legs are kicking away as Pain holds him in the air by the throat.

King: This is almost a thing of beauty.

JR: Pain is stalking Axe.

King: Are you trying to say Pain is a monster?

JR: No. I am saying Pain is trying to set up Axe for something.... Pain spins Axe around.... CHOKESLAM!!!! CHOKESLAM TO HELL!!!

King: I don't think he is through yet JR!!!!

JR: PAIN NEVER LET GO!!! HE STILL HAS AXE BY THE THROAT!!!!! ANOTHER CHOKESLAM!!!! AND NOW HE IS LIFTING HIM UP AGAIN!!!! ANOTHER CHOKESLAM!!!!

King: He just made sure that Axe will never get up!!!!

JR: Pain executes the Tombstone on Axe.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.
Pain goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The camera comes upon Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski
sitting on some skidz in an oddball dark hall
backstage. As he sits there is a boombox next to him
on top of a cooler cranking out "Superterrorizor" by
Black Label Society....)

Sledge: I suppose you wonder why I've called a camera
crew down to this dank area of London Hall.... well...

(Sledge is cut off by an off camera voice....)

Voice: well, well, well if it isn't a surviving
member of TCW.

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

(The back of a man in a well tailored suit struts into
the picture....)

Sledge: Cash Flo.....

(The camera turns to feature both men as Sledge gets
off his stack of skids)

Sledge: Tell me why I shouldn't slap your "Flo-tastic
@$$" through that wall there.

(Sledge grins an evil grin and just as he's about to
reach "the point of no return.... Cash Flo pulls a fan
of cash out and puts it in Sledge's face....)

Cash Flo: That's why.....

(Sledge stops, takes a step back and looks on
quizzically)

Cash Flo: You had your time away from the fed for
self-discovery, well so have I.... and I discovered
its time to use all my advantages besides just my
physical prowess....

Sledge: Cut the *BEEP* rich boy.... get to the
point......

Cash Flo: Ahem... yes..., well I want you to destroy
the Judge tonight...

Sledge: Doesn't that go without saying.....

(Cash Flo tucks the wad of cash in the inside pocket
of Sledge's leather jacket.)

Cash Flo: I think your missing something Sledge. It
must because you're nothing breathing that Chicago air
or something. I said., I want him DESTROYED.....

(Sledge pulls the wad of cash out of his jacket and
looks at it....)

Sledge: What are you doing?

Cash Flo: I need some muscle at my beckon call....

Sledge: You want to pay me to be your *BEEP*?

Cash Flo: Not in those exact words no, but.....

Sledge: I AM NO MAN'S *BEEP*!!!!

Cash Flo: Think it through Sledge before you give
your answer. Saying no to me isn't..the smartest thing
one can do.

Sledge: Is that a threat?

Cash Flo: (Takes a step back, raising his hands in
front of him) Not at all, Sledge. Calm down. All I
want you to do is..work for me. Earn a little kick
back so you can go buy.. beer or pornographic
magazines.. or whatever it is you spend your money on.
That's it. So what do you say Sledge?

Sledge: NO.... MAN'S.... *BEEP*!!!! But I'll tell
you what.... I'm not opposed to some supplemental
income.... I'll do your dirty work on the Judge
tonight...., hell I might even be willing to tag up
with you some time...., but remember I am no man's
*BEEP*.....

(Sledge folds up the money and puts it in the back
pocket of his jeans, he turns and walks off. Cash Flo
stays put with a stoic face until Sledge is out of
site when it turns into a smile...)

Cash Flo: I think I may have found my *BEEP*..... (To
Camera) See, those people who said Cash doesn't buy
happiness were obviously poor. Look how happy I am.

(Cash winks at the camera and walks off.)