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

(A darkened green glow falls upon the arena as Extreme Hardcore
Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron and “Back Up” by 12 Stones
blares over the PA system. Hardcore Harry comes walking out onto the
entranceway with a microphone in his hand, Harry begins making his way down
the ramp and he soon realizes that the fans aren’t booing him that much.
Harry steps up into the ring and signals for his music to be cut. Harry’s
musical slowly fades)

Harry: Talk about coming off of a nice week! You see, incase you don’t have
the money to pay for the BMWF’s pay per views, especially the fifty dollar
Bruisermania you wouldn’t have saw what went down so let me catch ya up to
speed. Last week the monster Pain and myself went toe to toe in that Parking
Lot Brawl Match and look what happened, Pain’s poor innocent body was
crushed by my monster truck!

(Harry smiles)

Harry: And I got the one, two, three and the win over Pain, just as I said I
would. Now that wasn’t all that went down at Bruisermania, there was a match
between Asylum and the Sledge! Now if I’m not mistaking I believe Sledge
whooped Asylum’s @$$!!! I mean, correct me if I’m wrong but I believe Sledge
took Asylum straight to the WOODSHED!

(Harry shrugs his shoulders still holding on his smile)

Harry: So uh, what makes you think Asylum can get a lucky win over me here
tonight? If you ask me I think Asylum is at an all time low, the guy usually
is running on all four cylinders but these past couple of shows he has been
slackin’. No this match tonight isn’t a Parking Lot Brawl Match or a No
Holds Barred Match but I promise to put you through just as much hell as you
had last week Asylum.

(Harry walks over placing his hand on the top rope)

Harry: I am going to grasp what ever hope you have left in you and
completely drive it into the mat just like I am your body when you are sent
to Hardcore Hell. I mean hey, I am the King of Extreme, I am the
Ultraviolent Icon, what do you think you have on me…. son!

(Harry chuckles to himself)

Harry: I hate to say it but tonight it’s put up or shut up for you Asylum.
Go on and prove me wrong, try to defy me and get a pinfall over me tonight,
I just don’t see it happenin’ city boy. You can try all the little tricks
and finishers you have up your sleeve because they aren’t going to work on
me tonight, I feel pretty much unstoppable tonight and too bad for you, you
caught me on one of these nights.

(Harry walks over to the corner of the ring)

Harry: Asylum, prepare to feel the effects of the Ultraviolent Icon!

(Lowedown is seen in the parking lot sitting on the steps of one of the production trucks when Michael Bole makes his way over to speak with him. Lowedown lifts his head up and sees Bole coming towards him...)

Lowedown:Come on over Bole. Let's get this over with.

Bole:I know you must be upset by what Lightning did to you earlier by leaving the BWO the way he did. But what about the Judge? Have you heard anything from the Judge yet? Has he left the BWO as well?

Lowedown:You know what Bole? I haven't heard anything from him. I don't know what the hell is going on here with Lightning here, but I sure as hell won't be backing down from or anyone else around here! I just don't give a BLEEP!

Bole:Is this the end of the BWO?

Lowedown:You know what Bole? I don't know. Between the jealousy of White Lightning and the Scotty/Z bullbleep, I don't know what's happening around here. I thought I had some people around here I could trust. I guess I was wrong Bole. What about you Bole? Can I still trust you?

Bole:Of course you can trust me. I've never lied to you about anything.

Lowedown:That's true enough.

Bole:I do have a question though if you don't mind?

Lowedown:I guess I got a moment to spare.

Bole:What's with that?

(Lowedown looks over at the baseball bat leaning by his knee and picks it up. Lowedown places it against his cheek for a moment and then smacks it down in his hand and looks up at Michael Bole...)

Lowedown:Oh this lil' old thing? This is something I like to call my "Boomstick" so to speak. Scotty and Z want to try and run the show here? Well I guess they will have to just get by me and my lil' friend here. I'm not going out without a fight boys so be ready for a fight. I'm not playing a mindgame. I'm playing a headgame.

Bole:A headgame?

Lowedown:I'm aiming for their heads Bole. I'm aiming for their heads. Time for me to go.

(Lowedown rises up and climbs down the steps and walks off leaving Bole all alone...)

Bole:Good luck Lowedown. This is one time I truly would not want to be in your shoes.

fade...

>>>

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

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

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful walk out with Ric Frye at their sides. They are showered with a chorus of boos as they proudly show off the BMWF World Tag Team titles around their waists. They act like they are going to stop to speak to some wanton women but they move on to the ring.)

Frye: Ezekiel!!!! MIliken!!!! You have the chance of a lifetime to get a shot at the Tag Team titles!!!! You are facing the greatest tag team in the history of the BMWF!!!!

Rey: I know we just broke those chickas hearts by not stopping and talking to them...

Tazan: But they were just brutal looking.

Frye: Don't worry about a thing. I got some women here just for you after the match. All you have to worry about is keeping those tag team titles in tact and then we go on to the pay-per-view and face those two never will bes Black and Jones.

Rey: None of these teams deserve to be in the ring with us Frye Daddy.

Tazan: They are vastly outclassed by the greatest team ever in the BMWF like you said. I don't even know why we are schedule to be in this cystpool of the world London, England.

Rey: It is always rainy and foggy. Where is the sun?

Tazan: I guess they thought we were their ray of sunshine essa.

Frye: When they heard that Scotty, Pain, Team Beautiful, and... Your's truly was coming to London... This dump sold out in not time flat... (Frye jumps on the middle rope) WE ARE WHAT MAKES THE BMWF WHAT IT IS TODAY!!!! AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT ANYONE IN THE BACK OR OUT THERE CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
At a total combined weight of 497 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken...Ezekiel...Hollywood, Inc.

(“Say Goodbye to Hollywood” the edited version plays and out walks
“Hollywood Inc”. To the NEW “Hollywood Inc” theme song. Ezekiel and Tobey
Miliken walk out with Shawn Rollins walking out behind them. They all
three enter the ring and Tobey has the mic.)

Tobey: Tonight is the debut of the next great tag team. A team that
will go down in the annals of history as the “THE GREATEST TEAM EVER”.
(The crowd boos).
Oh like you know a team better than this. Any ways, TEAM BEAUTIFUL… if
that is what you want to call yourself. You have the distinct pleasure
of being the first.
THE FIRST… team to ever be humiliated by Hollywood Inc.
THE FIRST… team to ever walk into the ring with Hollywood Inc.
THE FIRST… team to ever look into the eyes of greatness.
THE FIRST… TO LOSE TO HOLLYWOOD INC.

Come on down Team Beautiful… YOUR NEXT.. ON THE HOLLYWOOD HIT LIST!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tazan Boy takes Tobey Miliken down with a dropkick.
Tazan Boy runs into the ropes.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins trips Tazan Boy.
Len Stanley threatens Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel with disqualification.
Len Stanley warns "The Director" Shawn Rollins.
Tazan Boy uses a bodyslam on Tobey Miliken.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
A small "Tazan Boy" chant is being started.
Tazan Boy executes an elbowsmash on Tobey Miliken.
Tazan Boy hits Tobey Miliken with a flying dropkick.
A small "Tazan Boy" chant is being started.

Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro misses with a clothesline.
Ezekiel misses with an elbow.
Rey Bucanerro hits Ezekiel with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a slap, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel hits a drop toehold on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel misses with a kick.
Ezekiel misses with an elbow.
Rey Bucanerro uses a spinning leg lariat on Ezekiel.
A few fans are cheering on Rey Bucanerro.

JR: Rey has Eziekiel backed up against the ropes.

King: Let me guess you are wondering if he is going to give him a clean break?

JR: Rey is just showing Ezekiel no respect by patting him on the head like a child.

King: Hahaha!!! I am starting to like these guys.

JR: Rey is motioning for Ezekiel to come out of the ropes.

King: He is being a gentleman.

JR: Rey Bucanerro is anything but a gentleman.

King: You would not have said that a week ago.

JR: Ezekiel goes for a collar-and-elbow tie up.But Rey pokes him in the eyes.

King: Haha!!! The oldest trick in the book.

JR: Rey dropkicks the knee of Ezekiel.

Rey Bucanerro works the crowd.
A few fans are cheering on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro hoists Ezekiel high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Ezekiel crashing hard to the mat.
Rey Bucanerro takes Ezekiel down with a spinning leg lariat.
Rey Bucanerro catches Ezekiel in a choke against the ropes.
Len Stanley warns Rey Bucanerro to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Len Stanley warns Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Rey Bucanerro with a kick.
Ezekiel takes Rey Bucanerro down with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel puts Rey Bucanerro in ankle lock.
Rey Bucanerro gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 15 seconds.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.

JR: Bucanerro in the ring with Ezekiel, Ezekiel with a right hand to the temple of Bucanerro, Bucanerro sent to the Hollywood Inc corner.

KING: Shawn up on the apron, must be unhappy with Team Beautiful cheating

JR: A little misguided King, look at Tobey choking Bucanerro while the ref is distracted.

KING: That’s opportunism, not cheating JR!

JR: Whatever you want to call it, this team of Hollywood Inc. so far seem to be working well as a unit.

(Ezekiel takes Rey Bucanerro down in the middle of the ring with a rolling headlock)

JR: Ezekiel with a well executed takedown, turned into a guillotine choke, Bucannero grasping for air.

KING: Here comes Tazan Boy!

JR: Tazan boy with a stomp to Ezekiel

KING: Right in the face!

JR: Tazan continuing placing kicks to the downed body of Ezekiel, Tobey trying to get into the ring but the referee prevents him

KING: Team Beautiful taking advantage of this opportunity

JR: Ezekiel to his feet, and knocked straight down by a double drop kick. Tazan Boy dragging Ezekiel to the Team Beautiful corner.

KING: The ref needs to pay attention to the match, leave Tobey be!

JR: Tazan Boy with the tag to Bucannero, both men in the ring. Bucannero in the ring, armbar takedown by Ezekiel, an explosive move. Tazan Boy to make the save, drop toe hold on Tazan Boy. Tobey is fired up on the ring apron, can Ezekiel make the tag?

(Ezekiel crawls over to Tobey and makes the tag, Tobey bursts into the ring and zones in on Team Beautiful)

JR: Tazan Boy jumps on the middle rope... Bulldog on Tobey!!!!

King:They are outclassing these two morons!!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just ran up the spin of Tobey Miliken!!!!

King: A little showboating won't hurt no one.

JR: Double dropkick on Ezekiel!!!!

King: Ezekiel fell out of the ring!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF ON TOBEY MILIKEN!!!!!

King: Ezekiel looks like he is trying to get back in the ring but can't!!!!

JR: Frye has Ezekiel by the leg!!! The referee can't see him!!!!

Rey Bucanerro switches with Tazan Boy.

Tobey Miliken executes a swinging neckbreaker on Rey Bucanerro.
Tobey Miliken hits a rabbit punch on Rey Bucanerro.
Tobey Miliken tags out to Ezekiel.
Ezekiel gets a guillotine choke on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Rey Bucanerro is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Rey Bucanerro tries to fight the pain.
Rey Bucanerro is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Rey Bucanerro is writhing in pain.
Len Stanley asks Rey Bucanerro if he should stop the fight.
Rey Bucanerro shakes his head.
Rey Bucanerro tries to fight the pain.
Ezekiel lets go after 43 seconds.
Ezekiel puts Rey Bucanerro in a guillotine choke.
Rey Bucanerro summons one last burst of energy.
Rey Bucanerro submits after 13 seconds.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ezekiel.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in the backstage area. Lord Steven, dressed in his in ring
gear, is shown walking down a corridor. Suddenly The Couch approaches.)

COUCH: Excuse me Lord Steven!

STEVEN: Yes, Couch.

COUCH: I was asked to let you know that The Headhunter has not arrived at
the arena yet, and your match is next.

STEVEN: That does not seem like my former protégé. I have never known him
no-show before, this is quite odd.

COUCH: Yes, I was told to let you know.

STEVEN: How disappointing, it appears that I will not have my final match.
What a shame. Thank you Couch.

(Lord Steven continues on his way.)

FADE

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the bWo theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He walks about half-way down the ramp and then stops. He raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and taunts the crowd as the crowd continues to boo. The Judge finally grabs a mic from ringside.)

Judge: Would anyone care for a spot of tea and crumpets?

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: No? Well don't worry, I wouldn't give anything to you ungrateful pieces of BLEEP here in England!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: You know, when I first heard of the BMWF World Tour, I was excited because I thought we were actually going places worth visiting! Then when I found out our first stop was London, England, I almost requested the night off tonight! Everyone knows the English fans are nothing but idiots, and no one is stupider except for maybe the Canadian fans!

(The crowd boos again.)

Judge: But tonight isn't about you English, it never is! Tonight is about The Judge, the man who would have the BMWF Gold Belt title around his waist if it wasn't for Cash Flo interfering in his Caged Ladder match at Bruisermania last week against Tamer! Cash Flo, we were once a great team, we even won the BMWF Tag Team titles! But I can actually understand you attacking me at Bruisermania, it's because you were jealous! During your abscence, I managed to capture the BMWF Hardcore title, join the greatest stable in the world, and get into main events around the country! Cash Flo, you attacked me because you were jealous of my success!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: But Cash Flo, you must face reality, you never were and never can be better than me! That's why I am challenging you to a match at the next Pay-Per-View! That's right, I want your stubborn BLEEP in a match, but I'm going to wait on the match type until you accept! That way, you won't pee your pants and back out when I announce what kind of match it is! You call yourself the Million Dollar Hero, you're nothing but a broken down never-been! I'll be waiting for your answer Cash Flo!

(The bWo theme hits as The Judge exits the ring and begins to head back up the ramp. The Judge taunts the crowd and they boo as he heads to the back.)

JR: Michael Bole is standing by with Lord Steven!

(The scene switches to a corridor in the backstage area. Michael Bole stands
beside a suited Lord Steven.)

BOLE: Thanks JR. Yes I am here with Lord Steven, who I understand has an
announcement to make here tonight.

STEVEN: That is right Mr Bole. It with a measure of sorrow that I announce
my retirement here tonight. I announced last year that I was retiring from
full time competition but it has come to the time when I must announce my
complete retirement from this sport. When I step into the ring tonight with
my former protégé and fellow Englishman, The Headhunter, it will be my final
outing in the squared circle. I would like the opportunity to thank everyone
I have worked with over my career, especially to the English fans who have
been my greatest supporters.

BOLE: Wow, I'm sorry to here that Lord Steven. You have been a great
superstar to watch and you will go down in history as one of the most
dedicated competitors in history.

STEVEN: You are too kind Mr Bole.

BOLE: While you are here can I ask you about The Headhunter?

STEVEN: Ah, the wonderful and noble Headhunter, my former student. What an
odd intersection we have come to. Once my friend, now it appears that he is
my bitter enemy. So how fitting that he is my final opponent, being the man
who has taken up most of my time in my career. I must explain that the
incident at Bruisermania was a misunderstanding on the part of The
Headhunter. I was merely attempting to stop him from doing something that
would have cost him dearly. If I would have allowed him to burn the American
flag his career would have been over. He asked me back as his mentor because
he felt that he needed guidance, and that was what I was doing. He could not
understand that, and this leads us to our match tonight.

BOLE: Can you tell me about what you said to him before he threw you through
that window?

STEVEN: You are referring to the advice that I offered him before he
brutally attacked me?

BOLE: Yes I am sir.

STEVEN: Well, that is what I have been striving for all along. I knew long
ago that the anti-American view was the biggest mistake of The Headhunter's
career. That brought me great sorrow because I was the person who introduced
that idea to him. It was driving The Headhunter into the ground, and it had
taken over from his in ring career as his main thought. I hope that he has
taken something from my words.

BOLE: We will have to see about that. Is there anything else you would like
to say?

STEVEN: I just want to thank everyone once more. It has been a great ride.

(Lord Steven walks away.)

BOLE: An unexpected announcement from Lord Steven there. Let’s get back to
the action.

FADE

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

LILLY GARCIA: Making his way to the ring, from Blackpool, England, weighing
in at two hundred and forty pounds……..LORD STEVEN!!

(Steven walks down the ramp towards the ring to the cheers of the crowd. He
reaches the ring, climbs the steel steps, then wipes his feet on the ring
apron before stepping through the ropes. He moves over and takes a
microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

STEVEN: It is so good to be back in England as a competitor!

(The crowd cheers loudly.)

STEVEN: Especially here in London. You see this is where I made my name. But
it appears that I will not be competing in front of you people here tonight.

(The crowd boos.)

STEVEN: My former protégé The Headhunter has not yet arrived at the arena,
and it is at this time that we are supposed to go one on one. I believed
that he would have the respect for me to attend this contest, which he knows
full well will be my final foray in the squared circle. However it seems
that once again The Headhunter has let me and all of you down.

(The crowd boos.)

STEVEN: So to my disappointment, I will not be competing here tonight.
However, I would like to thank each and every one of you people for your
support over my career, but it is time that I put away the tights for the
final time. It has been a wonderful journey for me, coming from Blackpool
and travelling the world. I could not have enjoyed it more. So I just want
to say........

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. The crowd cheers loudly. A
heartbeat sounds across the PA, and as each beat sounds, a flash of light
appears on the Bruisertron. Suddenly a cross haired target appears in the
centre of the ring. The centre of the target is set on Lord Steven, who is
confused at its arrival. The heartbeat over the PA stops for a moment and
there is silence. The crowd mutters in confusion.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. Suddenly Lord Steven is knocked
out of the light by a dark figure.)

KING: Aaaaaahhh!

JR: What was that?

(Suddenly the lights come back up. Lord Steven is lying in the corner with
blood running from a large wound on his forehead. The music fades out. In
the centre of the ring stands a man, his face covered by a hood attached to
his black top. After a few moments he removes his hood revealing himself as
The Headhunter. He has allowed stubble to grow on his face, and his eyes are
covered with dark glasses.)

KING: It's The Headhunter!

(The Headhunter signals to the referee standing outside the ring to call for
the bell. The referee slides into the ring and obliges.)

**DING DING**

JR: Well we didn't think it was going to happen but I guess we have a match

KING: The Headhunter's still got those Knux on!

JR: Our more than competent referee won't stand for that!
The referee pulls the Knux from The Headhunter an throws them out of the
ring
The Headhunter takes off his hooded top revealing a black long sleeved shirt
underneath

KING: A change of image for The Headhunter. Look at this, unshaven, new
outfit, dark glasses, new music, new entrance, wow!

JR: You seem a little too impressed!

KING: Hey! I was just noting the differences in case our audience didn't
notice them.

JR: The Headhunter walks over to Lord Steven
Lord Steven is bleeding heavily

KING: He can just pin him now! It's over!

JR: I don't think that The Headhunter has finished with Lord Steven
The Headhunter looks down at Lord Steven
The Headhunter shakes his head
The Headhunter stomps viciously into Lord Steven

KING: The Headhunter is in a rage!

JR: The Headhunter raises Lord Steven up
The Headhunter pushes Lord Steven into the corner
The Headhunter his right and left hands into the chest of Lord Steven
Lord Steven starts to slump into the corner
The Headhunter pulls Lord Steven back up
The Headhunter takes a few steps back
The Headhunter runs at Lord Steven
The Headhunter splashes Lord Steven into the corner
Lord Steven drops to the mat

KING: He's playing with him JR! This is great!

JR: It's slightly disrespectful I feel
The Headhunter raises Lord Steven to his feet
The Headhunter executes a belly to belly suplex on Lord Steven
Lord Steven crashes into the mat
The Headhunter stands
The Headhunter raises his arm in the air
Some of the crowd cheers
Some of the crowd boos

KING: He's getting a mixed reaction from his hometown crowd

JR: I think his actions are putting people off him
The Headhunter points to the top rope
The Headhunter walks over to the corner
The Headhunter climbs to the top rope
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal
The Headhunter dives from the top rope
Lord Steven rolls away at the last minute
The Headhunter crashes into the mat

KING: It looks like Stevey-boy has bought himself a lifeline JR!

JR: Stevey-boy?
Both men are down
The referee starts to count
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
The Headhunter starts to stir
Lord Steven starts to stir
Six,
Seven,
The Headhunter gets to one knee
Eight,
The Headhunter gets to his feet slowly
The referee stops the count
The Headhunter stumbles over to Lord Steven
The Headhunter reaches for Lord Steven
Lord Steven reaches up
Lord Steven executes a roll up on The Headhunter
The referee counts
One,
Two
The Headhunter kicks out

KING: That rattled The Headhunter!

JR: Both men are on their feet
The crowd cheers and claps loudly

KING: Listen to the people JR!

JR: This is what they wanted to see; two of their finest nose to nose

CROWD: ING-ER-LUND! ING-ER-LUND! ING-ER-LUND!

KING: Ingerlund?

JR: That is how they pronounce it over here

KING: I don't get it

JR: I didn't expect you to
Lord Steven and The Headhunter walk over to each other
The two men go nose to nose
The Headhunter starts to talk trash
Lord Steven smirks at The Headhunter

KING: This is intense!

JR: The Headhunter throws a right hand at Lord Steven
Lord Steven blocks the shot
The Headhunter throws another right hand
Lord Steven blocks the shot again
Lord Steven chops across the chest of The Headhunter
The Headhunter stumbles back
Lord Steven whips The Headhunter into the ropes
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
Lord Steven executes a sleeper hold on The Headhunter
The Headhunter drops to his knees after ten seconds in the hold
The referee checks the arm of The Headhunter
The referee raises the arm of The Headhunter
The Headhunter's arm drops to his side

CROWD: ONE!

JR: The referee raises the arm of The Headhunter a second time
The Headhunter's arm drops slightly
The Headhunter raises his arm in the air
Lord Steven does not release the hold
The Headhunter lies on the mat after another twenty seconds

KING: He's out JR!

JR: The Headhunter's shoulders are on the mat
Lord Steven releases the hold
Lord Steven pins The Headhunter
The referee counts
One,
Two,
The Headhunter kicks out
Lord Steven covers The Headhunter again
The referee counts
One,
Two,
The Headhunter kicks out again
Lord Steven stands
Lord Steven bounces off the ropes
Lord Steven hits a knee drop into the chest of The Headhunter
Lord Steven stands
Lord Steven signals to the crowd
The crowd cheers
Lord Steven executes the Regal Stretch on The Headhunter
The Headhunter screams in pain

KING: Why is it called the Regal Stretch?

JR: I guess it is because Steven is Regal
The Headhunter shuffles slowly towards the ropes
Lord Steven does not release the hold
The Headhunter grabs the bottom rope
Lord Steven releases the hold
Lord Steven covers The Headhunter
The referee counts
One,
Two
The Headhunter kicks out

KING: Lord Steven has really come back!

JR: Yes, it seemed as if he was out of it as the match started but the
veteran is really holding up here
Lord Steven raises The Headhunter up
Lord Steven attempts a DDT on The Headhunter
The Headhunter flips Lord Steven over his head
Lord Steven stands up quickly
Lord Steven attempts a clothesline on The Headhunter
The Headhunter ducks the shot
The Headhunter spins Lord Steven around
The Headhunter boots Lord Steven in the stomach
The Headhunter hoists Lord Steven up
The Headhunter holds Lord Steven in the vertical suplex position
Some of the crowd cheers loudly
The Headhunter smashes Lord Steven down with the Targetbuster
The Headhunter stays down for the pin
The referee counts
One,
Two,
Three

**DING DING**

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

(The hometown crowd stands and applauds The Headhunter on his victory. He
raises his arms in the air as "Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA.)

JR: He seemed to think that he had this match sewn up before it even started
but Lord Steven gave him one hell of a contest

KING: And listen to the people JR, they know it too!

(Lord Steven gets to his feet, blood still streaming down his face, and
stares at The Headhunter. The Headhunter walks to the centre of the ring.
The two glare at each other. Suddenly The Headhunter extends his hand
towards his former mentor.)

KING: He wants to shake his hand JR!

JR: A class act from a man who I thought had none.

(Lord Steven looks to the crowd who cheer loudly. After a moment he extends
his hand and the two shake. The Headhunter raises Lord Steven's arm in the
air and the crowd greats them with a massive cheer. Lord Steven's music, the
heavy metal version of "Rule Britannia" blasts across the PA.)

JR: What a reception by the London crowd!

(Suddenly The Headhunter clotheslines Lord Steven viciously to the mat. The
music comes to an abrupt stop.)

KING: I knew he couldn't be trusted!

JR: This man never ceases to amaze me!

(The Headhunter begins viciously stomping into the chest of his former
mentor. The crowd starts to boo as their trust has been broken. The
Headhunter raises Lord Steven up, and then smashes him back down with a
harsh Implant DDT. He then uses his boot to push Lord Steven under the
bottom rope and out of the ring. The Headhunter looks around the crowd who
boo him loudly. He moves over and takes a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

HEADHUNTER: What? You don't like that?.......Huh?.......I'm your hometown
boy, and you boo me for that? That man right there is nothing but another
Blackpool gypsy. Where do you think he got the money for that suit for,
huh?......He got it from spinning the cars on the Waltzers at the Pleasure
Beach in Blackpool with all the other gypsies there!

(The Headhunter laughs to himself. Several ring agents come to ringside and
attend to Lord Steven.)

HEADHUNTER: So you're all upset that I humiliated the legend in his final
appearance in the BMWF? Well, his time had come and gone long ago. He didn't
deserve to be in the ring with me tonight, or on any other night. He was
washed up and I showed all of you people that. British wrestling needs to
move on and stop living in the past. You all still worship the likes of him,
Dynamite Kid, Davey Boy Smith, when you've got me; a man who hasn't even
peaked yet in the biggest wrestling company in the world. I am in shock when
I don't get any respect from you people.

(The crowd continues to boo. The ring agents get Steven to his feet and
start to guide him up the ramp.)

HEADHUNTER: That's it; take out the rubbish for the final time. But you know
one thing, do have to admit this, Lord Steven did teach me a lot. He showed
me a few things that I didn't know and gave me some good advice along the
way. But the problem with him was that he couldn't stand that he wasn't in
the spotlight any more. He had to try his hardest to rain on my parade. At
Bruisermania last week he got himself into the ring and stopped me from
doing something which would have been my biggest statement ever! Even after
I had allowed him to return to my side he just couldn't stand to see me rise
to glory. So I annihilated him!

(The crowd boos and a BLEEPhole chant starts in a small section.)

HEADHUNTER: But not before he said something that really stuck with me,
something that I haven't got out of my head since last week. He told me that
I needed to find the essence of The Headhunter, the one thing that brought
me to the dance. He told me that I should drop the anti-American stance and
go back to doing what I do best.

(He pauses for a few moments as Lord Steven is carried through the curtain.)

HEADHUNTER: So after I threw him through that window started thinking about
it and you know what, I started to agree with him. Don't worry London, I
still hate America, but spouting off about it all the time is going to get
me nowhere. It just isn't the essence of The Headhunter.

(The BLEEPhole chant dies down, as the crowd become more attentive.)

HEADHUNTER: And as I was walking through the East End the other night, where
I used to fight bare knuckle a few years ago, it came to me like an
epiphany. You see, I'm a hunter, I seek out my target and I destroy
them.............I rip them apart.................I obliterate
them!......And at that moment I knew that I had to become the hunter again.

(Several members of the crowd cheer at this statement.)

HEADHUNTER: But no longer will I confine myself to one target,
no...........the killing fields are growing. I stand before my hometown
crowd right now and declare to the world that The Headhunter is back on the
trail that he should have been on all along. The Headhunter is on the hunt
once more. But this time, The Headhunter is more vicious, he is more
powerful.........

(The crowd cheers as The Headhunter continues.)

HEADHUNTER: ...And The Headhunter is open for hire!

(The cheers die out in confusion.)

KING: What?

JR: What does he mean?

HEADHUNTER: Oh yes, I am no longer moving from target to target aimlessly. I
am starting up a little operation. You see I've always has a certain thing
for target elimination so I'm finally going to put that to a productive use.
So I am offering my services to the lockeroom of the BMWF. Everyone in the
back has the opportunity to hire me for a hit on absolutely anyone they may
desire. I really don't care who you are and who you want me to take out,
just as long as you give me a reasonable wad of cash in return. So anyone,
feel free to contact me any way you like, and point me in the direction of
who you want me to annihilate. And every member of the lockeroom should
watch their back, because just like with Lord Steven tonight, I will come
from nowhere, and you won't know what's hit you. The target is searching
once more, but now you get to decide who it locks on to. London, it has been
a pleasure to be home. Goodnight.

(The Headhunter drops the microphone. He raises his arms in the air as
"Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. The crowd claps and cheers.)

KING: Well he seems to have won the crowd back over!

JR: So The Headhunter is heading into a new era. He is opening himself up
for hire, and it seems that no business will be refused.

KING: Isn't that just a bit like the WPA from a few months back?

JR: I sounds similar yes, but I really can't imagine The Headhunter playing
cards and drinking beer with anyone. This man has a grudge against everyone
and he seems to be putting that to a profitable use.

KING: Do you think he'll destroy The Couch for me? That guy really BLEEPs me
off!

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp.)

JR: Everyone will have to be on the look out now because who knows who and
when The Headhunter will strike!

FADE

(Mafioso and Carlos are walking around the London Arena)

Carlos: So what do you think man? I told you you I could hook you up with
some decent people.

Mafioso: I gotta admit essa I kinda like it.

Carlos: See I told you man.

Mafioso: I almost wanna go talk with them and put a hit on somebody.

Carlos: Who do you have in mind? Kolic or let me guess Tai?

(Mafioso looks up and down the hallway to make sure no one is around)

Mafioso: You would never believe me if I told you but come on let's get back
with the Hit Squad and I'll tell you all about it. Maybe we can set it up
for next Bedlam.

(The scene fades as Mafioso and Carlos continue walking down that hall)

>>>

King: Hey JR...Shut up! My sources are telling me that right now something is happening
backstage!

JR: Alright then! Ladies and gentlemen we go live backstage!

(The Urban Legends are already in the middle of a beatdown on The Headhunter when the camera catches up. Headhunter is bleeding from the mouth and has a swell under his right eye. Carlos is holding Headhunter in a Full Nelson while Mafioso punches him in the gut. Levon Jones is holding a chair a few feet away. The chair already has a dent in it, and William Black is also nearby without a weapon. Joe and Chuck Tunny are each brandishing a chain wrapped around a hand, waiting their chance to get a good pop in. Headhunter tries to fight back, but gets thrown towards the others before escaping the hold. Scrappy Joe punches Headhunter in the side of the ribs with the chain, staggering him over to Chuck who hits him in the jaw. Finally Jones clobbers Headhunter upside the head with the steel chair, forcing him to rapidly change directions -- towards the concrete floor... All members of the Urban Legends throw taunts and curses, seeming to enjoy the violence.)

JR: What the--??
King: Wow! That was a certainly a chair shot to remember!
JR: I can't believe--
King: Hey! Pay attention JR! Headhunter's getting pulverized backstage by all members of that new group calling themselves The Urban Legends. Earlier tonight William Black said that tonight a statement was being made... and so far they're proving that right. They've already recuited Scrappy Joe and Chuck Tunny--
JR: You're absolutely right King, but why are they doing this to Headhunter now?

(Headhunter gets drug to his feet by Chuck and Mafioso, and held in place as Scrappy Joe tees off with several hard jabs on his face. Carlos stands by throwing insults as Jones lines up next. He slams the chair into Headhunter's ribs twice. Headhunter is let go as he slumps over on the ground. Mafioso along with Carlos, Chuck, and Joe Tunny kick away until Black stops them and mentions something about dragging him to the ring.)

King: Cool! They're taking this beating to the ring!
JR: It figures you would like that.

(The Urban Legends make their way down to the ring, led by William Black and Chuck Tunny. Carlos is still in the rear of the group, leading the taunts, while the remaning members of the group drag a badly beaten Headhunter down the ramp. Headhunter is bleeding from several lacerations on his head, and has a cut on his mouth, all caused from the backstage beating.)

JR: Look at him! Headhunter is barely conscience after being beat by 6 men. This isn't fair, even for him.
King: Sure it is! It's fair!
JR: Yeah right--
King: It was a 6 on 1 beating. It was a fair beating. Ha!Ha!

(Mafioso and Carlos stop, outside of the ring, and snatch a Union Jack from the audience out of a fans hands, laughing as the remaining members of the Urban Legends continue to beat the pulp out of Headhunter with punches and kicks. Finally William Black gets a mic, and kicks Headhunter over on his back.)

BLACK: Headhunter. You see, the Urban Legends, that's us, the guys who beat you to a pulp, didn't think the British piece of trash at my feet, that's you... got the proper homecomming.

(The crowd starts to boo loudly.)

BLACK: So we decided to give you one, Urban Style!

(Willam Black kicks Headhunter in the head, laying him out cold on his back. The crowd is really starting to boo the Urban Legends when Headhunter gets kicked over onto the Union Jack that Mafioso and Carlos brought into the ring.)

JR: Headhunter wasn't particularly well received, but this is insane, King.
King: Insane is what you get in the BMWF!

(William Black extends his left hand. Jones in return puts a can of paint in his hand from his
coat poacket and hands it to Black. William Black sprays a giant letter on Headhunter, and
repeats the process twice more with different cans of paint, in the end leaving a giant red U, a white S, and a blue A all over a bloody Headhunter. The group makes a few more arrogant taunts to the crowd and Headhunter, exiting the ring to the sounds of Boos and their theme music.)

King: That was just embarrassing! It-It! It was just Humiliating!
JR: You're absolutely right King! We'll be right back!

(Kolic is seen in his locker room, holding his Lightweight title)

Kolic: So...this is England. It’s everything I expected; smog-covered skies
and nearly indigestible food. (Crowd boos) I don’t see how they’ve survived
here for 1,500 years. Still, it’s probably the most technologically advanced
country we’ll visit. I can’t wait to be back in America...but I digress.
I’ve noticed something over the past couple of months. This title that I
hold is both loved and despised. For a while, it was an honorable title, one
that its holders wanted to keep forever. Much like the World Heavyweight
title is today. Such famous holders as Judge, White Lightning, and even Cash
Flo have proudly proclaimed themselves Lightweight champions. But now...now
it’s a joke. The only people seeking it are Mafioso and Tai Hashi, who are
obviously not going anywhere. I ask myself: What happened to the prestige
that this title once held?

(Kolic looks at the title for a second before speaking again)

Kolic: I’ll tell you were it went. It went down the toilet when people like
Mafioso and Tai won it. The minute it transferred from future superstars to
perennial middle carders, this title became less a title than a hunk of
leather with a little gold. Now it’s a musical chairs title, much like the
Women’s title, where everyone in my division gets it for a few weeks.

(Kolic grabs the camera)

Kolic: You know what? I’m going to bring prestige to this title. I will make
it mean something again! I will fight for this title like it’s the
Heavyweight title! I will prove to everyone that not only am I the future of
this division, but the future of the BMWF as well! If Mafioso wants this,
he’ll have to fight like his life depends on it! And Tai, don’t think that
you can go away for a few months and take this from me. I’ll face you
anytime, anywhere, under any circumstances. I’ve worked harder than anyone
for this title, and I will take my place as the GREATEST Lightweight
champion of all time! It’s time to take this world as my own. Get out of my
face.

(Kolic shoves past the camera)

Fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
Fighting out of Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

(The lights dim low as Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm begins to boom over the PA
system. The Bruisertron lights up showing the words ABOVE THE LAW scrolling
across the screen in old english letters. Mafioso steps out wearing white
nike sneakers and black baggy shorts. While Mafioso makes his way to the
ring followed by Carlos the Bruisertron shows a map of the world with a two
way arrow arching its way from México City to Rome. Mafioso slides into the
ring while Carlos walks to the ringpost on the outside)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Kolic

PA: THIS IS MY WORLD!

(The lights dim, and a guitar riff is heard.)

King: Who could this be JR?

JR: I don’t know, but it could be anyone!

(The Bruisertron starts to fill with green characters like the Matrix. A few
letters stop to spell out KOLIC)

PA: AND I’M TAKING IT OVER!

(Pyros flare as Boom from P.O.D. kicks in, and Kolic walks in from the back)

PA: I never knew that a kid like me
Could fly around the world and flash the big BB
And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas
Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo

JR: Kolic’s kicking off the world tour with a bang!

King: It’s about time! Yesterday kept putting me to sleep!

(Kolic walks down the ramp with a confident stride)

You didn’t know, thought I was new on the scene
Well it’s all right, it’s all right!
I know you know, I see you smiling at me
Well it’s all right, it’s all right!

(Kolic jumps on the ring apron and vaults over the top rope. He takes off
his Lightweight title and jumps on a turnbuckle, holding it over his head.)

BOOM! Here comes the BOOM!
Ready or not, here comes the boy from the South!
BOOM! Here comes the BOOM!
Ready or not, how you like me now?

Kolic: London, England. Somehow, I expected more. (Crowd erupts into boos)
Oh, come on! You know I’m right, now shut up! It’s just like how I expected
more of a challenge from Mafioso. There are two reasons why you made this
match: either, you’re mad that I beat you at Bruisermania, or you don’t
think you gave your all in the match. I sure hope, for your sake, that it’s
the second reason, because otherwise, this match will be a pushover. Let’s
get this over with.

*DING DING*

JR: Mafioso seeming a bit more aggressive since joining with William Black
and Levon Jones. Oh my! Kolic on the receiving end of that superkick by
Mafioso!

King: Levon Jones!? You mean that idiot Truck?

JR: If that's your opinion of him I guess. Mafioso with a release german
suplex. Sending Kolic crashing down hard.

King: Ya know Jr. This idiot Mafioso has had more than enough chances to get
the LH title and he just couldn't get it done. Not even at Bruisermania and
now one week after he still get's another chance! I don't get it JR.

JR: Maybe Bruiser thought his performance at Bruisermania merited him one
more chance at the LH title. Mafioso now jumping up to the top of the
turnbuckle and *wham* knocking Kolic down with a missile dropkick!

Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Kolic with a shoulderblock.
Mafioso goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Kolic counters it with a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic takes Mafioso down with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Kolic with a kick.
Mafioso takes Kolic down with a spinebuster.
Mafioso goes for a superkick, but Kolic ducks out of the way.
Kolic smacks Mafioso with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic smacks Mafioso with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with a kick.
Mafioso misses with a clothesline.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Mafioso misses with an elbow.
Kolic smacks Mafioso with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso whips Kolic into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Kolic with a kick.
Mafioso hits Kolic with a reverse neckbreaker.
Mafioso goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic takes Mafioso down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic sends Mafioso into the turnbuckle, but Mafioso reverses it.
Mafioso runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Mafioso hits a spinebuster on Kolic.
Mafioso goes for a piledriver, but Kolic counters it with a backdrop.
Joe Finch removes the chair from the ring.
Kolic hits Mafioso with a frog splash.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with an elbow.
Kolic hits Mafioso with a kick.

King: Do you think Mafioso's new found friends are gonna come out here JR?

JR: I don't know what to make of these group of individuals King. We'll just
have to wait and see how things work out. Mafioso now applying the pressure
with that single leg boston crab. Kolic manages to reach the rope after
several seconds. Mafioso dropping Kolic with a pumphandle slam!

*CRASH*

King: Hey maybe you and I should start a team JR! Everybody else is doing
it!

JR: that's ok King. I think we should stick to calling the matches. Speaking
of, Mafioso nailing Kolic in the back of the head with a devastating
clothesline!

Mafioso executes a missile dropkick on Kolic.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso takes Kolic down with a spinebuster.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso hoists Kolic high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Kolic crashin
g hard to the mat.
Mafioso uses a missile dropkick on Kolic.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso goes for a piledriver, but Kolic counters it with a backdrop.
Kolic executes a 619 on Mafioso.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to the bWo locker room where The Judge and The Executioner are shown sitting across from each other on adjacent leather couches.)

Judge: Exe, there's nothing more to it, you let me down at Bruisermania by letting Cash Flo get into that cage!

Executioner: Judge, there was nothing I could do about it! He was way too fast! I couldn't stop him!

Judge: That's a load of crap and you know it! At Bruisermania Truck turned on Vernon Vanderbilt and I'm beginning to get a little nervous that you may do the same! I'm not going to stand around and lose my matches because my idiot bodyguard can't even stop an attacker from entering the ring! As Donald Trump says to his proteges on The Apprentice, Executioner...YOU'RE FIRED!

Executioner: WHAT? You can't do this to me! We've been best friends since elementary school! You wouldn't be in the BMWF if it wasn't for me!

Judge: Get out of my locker room before I have you arrested! Go NOW!

(The Executioner gets up off of the couch and opens the locker room door.)

Executioner: Judge, you haven't seen the last of me! I'll be back!

(The Executioner slams the locker room door shut as The Judge pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number.)

Judge: Yeah, I did it...he wasn't too happy about it though!

(Pause.)

Judge: You've found a new manager for me already?

(Pause.)

Judge: A woman? I don't know about this...is she pretty at least?

(Pause.)

Judge: She used to be in the BMWF? Really...what's her name?

(Pause.)

Judge: You hired her without knowing her name! I suppose you don't even know what she looks like, right?

(Pause.)

Judge: You idiot! How could you hire someone over the phone without even meeting her? She could be some kind of killer or something!

(Pause.)

Judge: Fine, I'll meet with her next week on Bedlam but you might as well pack your bags Josh, because one more screw up and you'll be hitting the road with The Executioner!

(The Judge turns his cell phone off and chucks it across the locker room as the camera fades.)

(The scene opens on a corridor in the backstage area. The usual assortment
of engineers and ring agents potter around, carrying out their various
duties.)

KING: This is quite random footage.

JR: I myself do not know why we are seeing this.

(Suddenly William Black wanders down the corridor and enters a room.)

KING: There's your friend and mine, William Black!

(After a few moments a figure in a black hooded top follows Black into the
room.)

JR: Who was that?

(A loud crash is heard, causing the camera to enter the room. The door opens
and the light is not on in the room. The beam of light which is emitted as
the door opens shows very little except in one moment when William Black
slides across the floor on his back.)

KING: Ha, there's Black!

(Several more crashes are heard. Suddenly the light in the room is switched
on. William Black is slumped against the wall in one corner, blood running
from a large wound on his forehead. The camera pulls back, showing the
hooded figure in the centre of the room, staring down at Black.)

JR: Who is that?

(After a few moments he turns to walk out of the room, and his face is
revealed to the camera.)

KING: It's The Headhunter JR! And it looks like he's done one hell of a
number on William Black!

JR: Well, Black attacked The Headhunter at Bruisermania last week, so maybe
this is his method of revenge.

KING: Or maybe it's his first hit. Someone could have hired The Headhunter
already!

(The camera returns to show Black, who has not moved at all.)

FADE

(Mafioso and Carlos are walking backstage towards the Urban Legends dressing
room)

Mafioso: Damn I can't believe that freaking guy beat again vato!

(Mafioso punches some door as he walks by leaving a large dent in it)

Carlos: Wanna talk with the Hit Squad and put a hit on em?

Mafioso: Nah..not right now at least. I have a few things in mind first.
Let's go meet up with the Squad and newest members to the Urban Legends
Scrappy Joe and Chuck Tunny

(the camera begins to fade as Mafioso and Carlos reach a door marked URBAN
LEGENDS)

>>>

(Tamer is standing backstage when Truck comes out of
nowhere and walks by him.)

Tamer: Hey! Hold up a minute!

(Truck stops and turns around, glaring at Tamer,)

Tamer: What's the deal? Seriously. What's going on,
Truck?

Levon: My name ain't Truck, boy. My name is Levon
Jones.

Tamer: Levon, whatever. What the hell were you
thinking last week? The biggest show of the year, and
Prime Time's one year anniversary, and you had to go
and mess everything up. You totally destroyed an
awesome evening.

Levon: There you go again, as usual. Prime
Time.Prime Time.*BLEEP* Prime Time! Y'know, I spent
over a year runnin' 'round, kissin' @$$, and generally
bein' the happy-go-lucky sidekick to y'all. What did
I ever get outta the deal? Nothin'. Hell, now I'm set
t'fight for the tag titles. That's more than I could
say for my time with Prime Time.

Tamer: But.

Levon: I ain't finished, boy. You. You walk around
all high 'n' mighty, thinkin' you some kinda hero?
You ain't jack *BLEEP* Tamer. All you are is a punk.
You know you ain't never gonna be nothin' more than
you are right now.a mouse hidin' in the shadows,
waitin' t'pick up the crumbs that Vern drops.

Tamer: Now wait just a minute there.

Levon: I ain't got time t'wait for you. What you got
to add to the conversation? Nothin'. Trust me, I
done listened to y'all's bull*BLEEP* for too long.
It's 'bout time I made a move to further my own career
'round here.

Tamer: You know, Tru-

(Levon glares at Tamer.)

Tamer: Levon. You've got a lot of nerve attacking
Vernon, especially after all he's done for you. But
Clancy? That man gave you a job, took care of your
mother, and gave you every opportunity under the sun.
Levon, I think you are nothing but a giant coward.

(Levon steps up and gets in Tamer's face.)

Levon: Them sounds like fightin' words t'me.

Tamer: Well, maybe they are.

(Before anyone can react, Kolic appears.)

Kolic: What's going on here?

(He sees Levon and freezes.)

Kolic: Oh.

Levon: You got somethin' to say, little guy?

Tamer: Don't give him the satisfaction, Kolic.

Kolic: Actually, Truck.

(Levon steps up and grabs Kolic around the neck,
shoving him into the wall.)

Levon: MY NAME IS LEVON JONES! AND YOU'D BEST LEARN
IT, BOY!

(Tamer shoves Levon away from Kolic. Everyone goes
into fight mode, but before it breaks out, William
Black, Mafioso, and Scrappy Joe Tunny come up behind
Levon.)

Levon: Well, it looks like you fellas are
outnumbered. You still thinkin' o' startin' somethin'
here?

(Tamer and Kolic look at each other, exchanging
worried glances.)

Tamer: Well.

Kolic: Yeah!

(Tamer and Kolic immediately lunge at The Urban
Legends and the brawl is on.)

Levon: I been waitin' for this moment for a long
time!

(Levon grabs Tamer and throws him into the wall as
Black comes to help him. Mafioso and Tunny take
Kolic. Tamer and Kolic both make a noble attempt at
fighting back, but are soon overwhelmed by The Urban
Legends. Levon raises his hand and everyone backs off
of the Prime Timers.)

Levon: Let's not do this all at once, guys.

Black: I agree, Levon. As a matter of fact, I think
we could make this even more interesting.

Levon: I know what you've got in mind. How about you
two hook up an' meet me an' Black in the ring? Not
tonight, of course. When do you think, Black?

Black: You know what? Let's leave it up to them. My
money says they don't have the guts anyway. Hell,
they can even get Vernon or Headhunter in on it if
they want. We've got more than enough manpower to
take them on.

Levon: Tell you what. Y'all can get back to us on
that. 'Til then, we got some other business to take
care off. Good day, boys.

(The Urban Legends exit, leaving Tamer and Kolic to
dust themselves off.)

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

White Lightning

Match Entrance

(The Entire Arena goes black and Lightning Bolts Symbols flash all over the crowd. Suddenly, "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare all over the arena as White Lightning steps out onto the stage with a spotlight on him. He has a shiny blue rope on. On the back of the robe, it reads, "The New Legend". Walking out behind him is Big Kev Nash wearing a full black suit.)

JR: I think we are in store for a great match tonight with White Lightning and William Black

(White Lightning continues to walk down the ramp before entering the ring. White Lightning enters the ring and walks to the middle where he removes his rope and tosses it to the outside of the ring. The Lights come back on as White Lightning gives the titles to the referee who holds them into the air.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

JR: There's the bell!
William Black goes for a gutwrench suplex, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits William Black with a belly-to-belly suplex.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
White Lightning uses a Northern Lights suplex on William Black.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: White Lightning with a dropkick connects. Black goes down. Good elevation.
King: He might've lost some teeth from that one!
JR: White Lightning with a kick as William Black gets to his feet. Big Kev and Levon Jones are both at ringside, and neither one of them looks too happy about the other one being there. White Lightning lights William Black up with a stiff chop. Another chop gets a "WOOO" from the crowd. Irish Whip from Lightning. No! Black reverses. White Lightning Ducks a clothesline and bounces off the ropes. William Black now ducks a clothesline and runs into the ropes. William Black holds onto the top rope, while Levon Jones trips White Lightning up by grabbing his feet from under the bottom rope with the referee's back turned -- Blatant Cheating by Levon Jones
King: No it wasn't JR. It's only cheating if you get caught!
JR: Whatever. William Black goes to work with a pair of angry kicks, and then hooks White
Lightning up. William Black Suplexes White Lightning With AUTHORITY! ("With Authority!"
-Trademark G. Monsoon 1985)

(William Black takes a few seconds to get up, watching White Lightning holding his lower back on the mat.)

JR: William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but White Lightning counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is booing White Lightning.
White Lightning hits a double arm DDT on William Black.
White Lightning goes for a Russian legsweep, but William Black counters it with
an elbowsmash.
William Black hits 10 punch in corner on White Lightning.
William Black does lots of pointing and jaw flapping to the audience.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with a shoulderblock.
White Lightning hits William Black with a kick.
White Lightning uses a standing sidekick on William Black.
White Lightning goes for a standing sidekick, but William Black
ducks out of the way.

JR: William Black takes control with a boot to the mid-section. William Black slings White
Lightning into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Arm Drag from William Black thows White Lightning across the ring. White Light back to his feet quickly -- Another Arm Drag from William Black puts Lightning down in the corner -- A third Arm Drag puts White Lightning down again. He's a little more hesitant about rushing right in.
King: Be better be! Tha--
JR: The two men decide to tie up. William Black with a side headlock on White Lightning.
Lightning pushes Black into the ropes. William Black ducks a clothesline. White Lightning
bounces off the ropes and gets thrown into the corner with a beautiful Arm Drag. Lightning up Quickly! Lightning runs right into a BAAAAACK Body Drop that gets quite a reaction from the crowd.

(White Lightning slides into the nearest corner holding his lower back. There is a look of mixed emotion on his face, a look of shock and frustration.)

JR: Sorry about that, what were you saying King?
King: I was saying White Lightning needs to do something. He's just getting beat here tonight!

William Black hoists White Lightning high into the air with a vertical suplex, t
hen sends White Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
William Black is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
William Black hits an armdrag takedown on White Lightning.
William Black whips White Lightning into the ropes.
William Black hits White Lightning with a clothesline.

(William Black reverses an Irish Whip and throws White Lightning into the corner, shaking the ring. Black follows it up with a hard back elbow, and then a back chop. White Lightning tries to recover, but gets kicked for his efforts. William Black with an Irish Whip that he leads into a Drop Toehold.)

King: White Lightning's nose just bounced off the mat! Ha! He should have scouted that move, William Black does it in all of his matches.
JR: Right. William Black goes to work with a series of Fist Drops. Black with a cover. One.
Two. Kickout.

William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with an elbow.
White Lightning hits a Northern Lights suplex on William Black.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.

JR: White Lightning with a weak punch. White Lightning with another weak Punch. White Lightning blocks a punch. Lightning, is building momentum. Another punch has Black reeling. William Black short circuits White Lightning's comeback with a thumb to the eyes!
King: Yes! William Black is cheating again. I liked him better when he cheated!
JR: A hard knee to the mid-section from William Black. Bodyslam connects and once again White Lightning is down on the mat holding his lower black. Black drags White Lightning to his feet with a handful of hair. Slow Verticle Suplex sends Lightning crashing to the mat. William Black floats over and hooks the leg. One! Two! Thr--No, Shoulder up.

(William Black reverses an Irish Whip and sends White Lightning into the ropes. William Black connects with a brutal SPINEBUSTER that practically breaks White Lightning through the mat. Both men go down, neither rising to their feet. The referee begins to administer the five count as the crowd starts coming to life, filling the arena with noise. Both Big Kev and Levon Jones are trying to stir the wrestlers in the ring to life.)

JR: These two men have had a solid match that has gone back and forth for some time now, with no definite winner. Now would not be the time for either one of them to give up.
King: Well, White Lightning could give up.
JR: So could William Black...

(William Black starts to crawl over to White Lightning when the referee makes it to a four count. William Black manages to drape an arm across White Lightning just before the referee makes it to a five count! The referee slides to the mat and starts the count!

JR: The referee is in position! 1! 2! 2.99999! Wow! That was close!

(White Lightning just barely manages to escape before the three count to the sounds of cheers all over the arena!)
King: It was a slow count! It had to be!)

JR: It's been a great match tonight between White Lightning and William Black

William Black clotheslines White Lightning to the ground
William Black lefts White Lightning to his feet and connects with a gutwrench suplex
William Black turns around to acknowledge the crowd

JR: William Black seems to have the upper hand here

White Lightning quickly makes it to his feet
William Black casually turns around

JR: Black look out, White Lightning is up on his feet

White Lightning runs at him and connects with a move similar to the RKO

JR: I believe he calls that The Bolt, king!

White Lightning hooks the leg and makes the cover

>>>

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski is walking down a hallway when a voice is heard yelling from off screen...)

Voice: SLEDGE!!!!!! SLEDGE!!!! WHAT THE HELL?????

(Sledge stops, turns and watches as Tai Hashi walks into the picture.)

Sledge: Tai, hey what's going on?

Tai: How do you live with yourself?

Sledge: What are you talking about?

Tai: You let Cruz stay on as your manager..... even after what happened.....

(Sledge strokes his beard and looks at Tai....)

Sledge: Tai.... Raul.... I'm sorry Cruz is a good business man.... he knows how to negotiate things man... he keeps my stuff in order man.... I need him right now....

Tai: but.... Jerry, he tried to end my career......

Sledge: Tai, I hate to do this man, but its time to cut the cord.....

(Tai looks beewildered for a second)

Tai: cut the cord?

Sledge: cut the cord.... its tome for me to set you free. If you need me for back up or something, that's cool, but its time for to spread your wings and fly......

Tai: what are you talking about?

Sledge: Time for you to go solo..... back in Chicago you were the little orphan under my wing so I watched out for you, I brought you up.... I showed you the ropes.....

Tai: and I will always be greatful for that.....

Sledge: Then when you got to the BMWF instead of striking out on your own right away what's the first thing you did.... you came to me and stood at my right hand.... and you got pretty far.....

Tai: Yeah... I did pretty well....

Sledge: Then when I quit, you and Kolic formed "Rockstar Inc".....

Tai: I'm sorry I ever did that.....

Sledge: My point is Tai..... you've never been your own man, in the entire time you've been in the fed you've always been buddied up with someone else.....

(Tai turns his head away from Sledge a bit....)

Sledge: I hate to do this Tai, but its for your own good.... but in the words of Lynyrd Skynyrd its time for you to "FLYYYYYYYYY HIIIIIIIIIGH FREEEEEEEE BIIIIIIIIIIRD YEAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!"

(Sledge musses up Tai's hair the way he used to back in the early TCW days)

Tai: Sledge....

Sledge: yeah Tai.....

Tai: Keep an eye on Cruz.... you can't trust him......

(Sledge turns and starts walking away, he slips on something on the floor, bends down and picks up a pencil....)

Sledge: no.... I can trust him...... its you that can't.......

(Sledge walks off leaving Tai standing in the hallway to think about his future...... as Sledge walks away you can hear as his Nextel goes off...)

*BREEP*

Sledge: Yeah

*BREEP*

Voice: hey mahn.... your accountant's out of town.....

*BREEP*

Sledge: oh that can't be good.... for anyone.....

(fade)

>>>

JR: We are going backstage with the Thug!

King: He lost his title! HA!

(The camera zooms to backstage where Dreadnaught is seen taping his fists up again for the match.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, you came up just short at Bruisermania! How are you feeling tonight?

Dreadnaught: Bruisermania, and again, the Thug does not win a match! You see, that is simply not my time! I thought Scotty was going to be man enough to leave his little (BLEEP)’s in the back, but I was wrong! See, Scotty is about to run into a brick wall!

Bole: You mean Lowe?

Dreadnaught: (BLEEP) NO! I mean Dread! Right after Bruisermania, I got on the phone and asked for this match tonight! See, losing the US title is something I can live with! I completed my legacy, and now, I am going to elevate it! You see, I woke up after that beating I took, and I realize done thing! And that is the US title was holding me back! I was so concerned with holding on to that, and the Thug was not focused on doing what I do best, and that is breaking fools off! Yeah, Scotty brought out his (BLEEP) of a manager, but I should have been ready for that! So tonight, you better recognize who the real Thug is! I have strolled all over the UK, and you peeps know how to get down! What up London?

(The fans explode and Dreadnaught smirks.)

Dreadnaught: Yeah, now that is what I am reppin’ for! And as far as Scotty goes, he may have the US title, but tonight, he is walking out with no pride as the Thug destroys him. The Dread-daddy ain’t playing games tonight! This ain’t for ten pounds of gold, this is all about respect! And if Ric gets his nose in, I will take care of that fool! Over here in the Old Country, you are gonna know why Ye Old Dread is called the Thug! I came to bring the pain!

(Dreadnaught pushes the mic away as he begins to stretch for his match.)

JR: This is going to be explosive tonight!

P.A.: You're simply the best...
You're better than all the rest.
You're better than anyone.
Anyone I've ever met.

(As Tina Turner begins to play, "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt steps out onto the ramp. He has both his
titles, one over each shoulder. Vernon makes his way
to the ring. He does not appear to be his usual happy,
flamboyant self. He enters the ring and grabs a mic.)

Vernon: Hello, London. (pop) What a night we had last
week at Bruisermania! Now…um…so I have double the
gold, double the…

(He looks around uncertainly.)

Vernon: To tell you the truth I came down here
because, well, I have something I need to get off my
chest. Tamer, could you please come down to the ring?

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders
throughout the arena. “Step Up” By Drowning Pool hits
the PA system.)

PA: One Two Three Go!

(Tamer runs out onto the stage. Tamer waves his arms
for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck. Tamer
runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer
slide in the ring and hops up Tamer takes his title
and raises it in the air. Tamer drops it on his
shoulder and pats it pointing to the crowd. Tamer has
a huge smile on his face. Tamer grabs a mic.)

Tamer: Vern buddy. Come on man. Tonight is a night to
celebrate. Look at us. Second Bruisermania and we came
out on top. Prime Time came out on top. Kolic’s the
Lightweight champ. I’m the Gold Belt champ, and look
at yourself, bro. You are the Intercontinental AND
Television Champion!

(Crowd cheers.)

Tamer: This should be a good day not a bad one. This
is the first day of the BMWF World tour! (Pop) We need
to kick things off with a big bang!

Vernon: Tamer! Look, I can’t celebrate. What do I have
to celebrate? I let down my friend. It doesn’t seem
like you’ve noticed, but Truck left Prime Time last
week. He’s gone. Mineral and Inferno are gone.
Aquatic has turned her back on Prime Time. This group
is falling apart, disintegrating, and I seriously
doubt there’s a lot we can do to stop it at this
point. That being said, I need a favor from you.

Tamer: Okay man. Whatever it is, you know I’ll do it.

Vernon: I want to face you at the upcoming
Pay-Per-View: Tamer versus Vernon Vanderbilt.

Tamer: Man, what’s wrong? I can’t face you. I mean,
we’re brothers. I understand you’re feeling very di-

Vernon: You said you’d do anything right?

Tamer: Well yeah, bu-

Vernon: Then do this. Give me this match. It’s
important to me.

Tamer: You want to face me at this month’s
pay-per-view?

Vernon: Yes, that’s what I want more than anything
right now.

Tamer: Hey, man, if that’s really what you want I’ll
do it. You know I got your back and will do whatever
you want.

Vernon: Thank you, Tamer.

(Vernon puts out his hand for a handshake. Tamer grabs
Vern’s hand and pulls him in for a hug.)

JR: This is a great moment. Two friends are going to
face off at this month’s Pay-Per-View. Why? Because
they respect each other.

King: This is sickening JR! Are we gonna get a match
or a lovefest?

JR: You’re really the sensitive type, aren’t you?

(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go completely
black. A blinding flash goes off with a thunderous
boom. Blue strobes go over the crowd as "Releasing the
Demons" by Godsmack blares over the PA system. Asylum
explodes from behind the curtain. Asylum is standing
at the top of the ramp with a microphone.)

Asylum: Oh come on! Give me a freaking break! Can
anyone in the building say “Boring?” Look at this.
This is the last thing we need. I can see it
now…Tamer’s second love story. All you two are doing
is causing the people at home to pick up the remote
and change the channel looking for something
interesting to watch. I mean hey, Tamer, last week
that cage match kicked @$$, and Vern, you went out
there and whooped Whitey for that TV title. But look.
Tamer, you got your gold. Back the hell off mine.
Vern, it’s quite simple. You should give me the title
shot at the next Pay-Per-View.

Vernon: Asylum, please. This is of no concern to you.
So why don’t you just go to the back and get ready for
your match? OK?

Asylum: Why don’t you go *bleep* yourself? I don’t
give a rat’s @$$ what you want Vern. It’s simple:
you either do things the hard way or the easy way.
Easy way, you just give me my title shot for the
Pay-Per-View. Hard way, you don’t, I beat the living
hell out of you, and I get my title shot anyway.

Tamer: Hey, you know what Asylum? Last I checked
losing to Sledge didn’t merit a title shot. Why don’t
I just face you in a match next week and beat you like
I always do?

(Clancy walks out from behind the curtain. He waves
to Asylum and walks down the ramp entering the ring.)

Clancy: I have an idea. This’ll give ev’ryone what
they want. How about this: at the Pay-Per-View, let’s
make it Tamer versus Vernon Vanderbilt versus Asylum
for the IC and TV titles. Now this is how it would
work. Th’ first man to gain a fall wins the TV title.
All participants continue th’ match and th’ man t’get
the second fall wins the IC title and the match ends.
This way, Asylum, you get Vernon. Vernon, you get
Tamer. And, well, Tamer you get Asylum.

Asylum: If these two prima donnas have the guts to
face me then I’m in.

Tamer: I’m in.

Vernon: Yes, that…that will do just fine. I can
accept that.

JR: What a blockbuster announcement! At this upcoming
Pay-Per-View it will be Tamer versus Vernon Vanderbilt
versus Asylum, and both of Vernon’s belts will be on
the line!

King: What about the Gold Belt?

JR: I guess we’ll find out about that later. Folks
we’ll be right back.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 275 pounds...

Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JR: I think that Sledge has begun endearing himself to the crowd once again... I think they understand why he did what he did.....

(Sledge reaches into his jacket and pulls out a microphone)

Sledge: I feel bad tonight.... I did something maybe I shouldn't have..... You may say I sold my soul to the devil.....

Small bit of Crowd: YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!!

Sledge: Cash Flo..... that worthless whiney crying punk that he is..... he made me an offer.... and I took it.... I took his money.... I'm going to do his dirty work...... I'm going to destroy the Judge for him.......

Small bit of Crowd: YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!!

Sledge: I'm already starting to regret having done that..... but alas a deal is a deal... and well Judge.... I always deliver on my end of a bargain.... so Judge prepare to make me some money....

SLEDGE/CROWD: THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!!!

(Sledge drops the microphone and begins removing his jacket to prepare for his match....)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The Judge

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the bWo theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He walks about half-way down the ramp and then stops. He raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and taunts the crowd as the crowd continues to boo. The Judge finally grabs a mic from ringside.)

Judge: Sledge, we've met before in a BMWF ring. The last time we were one-on-one, I believe that I pinned you for the 1..2..3 when you tried to take the BMWF Light-Heavyweight title away from me. At Bruisermania last week, you made your in-ring return, defeating Asylum. Well Sledge, I have a newsflash for you, I am no Asylum and tonight will be nothing but a repeat of me pinning you! Your pathetic Sledge, you think that the fans actually care if you come back to the BMWF or not?

(The crowd cheers "TCW!", "TCW!".)

Judge: TCW, how can you cheer for that idiot stable? I mean, I would have taken them on single-handedly, but they broke up before I even had the chance! I haven't heard of a bigger group of losers...Sledge, Box, Eco-system, El Cruz Blanco...they were all a bunch of losers and you fans insist on cheering them!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: But this match is significant, because as many of you know, I was not able to defeat Tamer at Bruisermania last week. But since Tamer and Sledge came into the BMWF around the same time and are both considered founding members of The Chicago Way, I'm going to take out Sledge as a message to Tamer not to mess with me again! I may not have been able to take out Tamer at Bruisermania, but I will send a message straight to him by taking out his friend, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge tosses down the mic and waits for his opponent.)

JR: Let's see how The Judge does without The Executioner, whom he fired earlier in the show!

King: Yeah, but he's getting a new manager next week on Bedlam...and it's a girl! I wonder if she has nice PUPPIES!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge executes a big boot to the face on Sledge.
The Judge is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Judge takes Sledge down with a splash.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

Judge whips Sledge into the corner
Judge follows in

JR: Sledge just ducked and dumped The Judge back first into the turnbuckle pads.... he's laying there in a heap...

Sledge stomps away at the Judge
Sledge stomps the Judge

Ref: Let him out of the corner.....

JR: Sledge puts his foot on the Judge's face, and uses the ropes for leverage.....

Ref: 1.... 2...... 3..... 4......

JR: Any longer and he would've been disqualified....

King: but he's up to something....

JR: Well Judge is getting up.....

Sledge runs..
Judge is up to his knees

JR: Sledge just dropped a knee to the back of Judge's skull.....

King: Dang, that has to hurt....

JR: Judge is down again.....

Ref: YOU LET HIM UP... OR I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE MATCH RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

Sledge: FINE.... LET THE LITTLE BABY UP!!!!!

JR: Sledge catches The Judge in the Texas Cloverleaf.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Judge reaches the ropes after 15 seconds.
Sledge takes The Judge down with a backward kick.
Sledge executes the Choking Sweep on The Judge.
Sledge goes for a flying elbowdrop, but The Judge rolls out of the way.
The Judge throws Sledge over the top rope.
The Judge rolls out under the bottom rope.
The Judge goes for neckbreaker, but Sledge blocks it.
The Judge is starting to bleed.
Sledge runs The Judge into the ringsteps.
Sledge whips The Judge into the guardrail.
Sledge uses a sledgehammer on The Judge.
Sledge whips The Judge into the guardrail.
Sledge gets back into the ring.
The Judge follows him back in.

Sledge has the Judge locked into a bear hug

King: Sledge is shakeing the life out of the Judge.....

JR: Judge punches Sledge into the fgace trying to break the hold
Judge punches Sledge into the fgace trying to break the hold
Judge breaks the hold with an eye rake

Sledge: ARRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!

JR: Judge has Sledge locked up it looks like he's going for a neckbreaker....

King: but look Sledge rolled with it....

JR: Sledge kicks the Judge in the gut..... DDT!!!!!

King: It's not often that Sledge uses those....

JR: No it's not... Sledge is on his knees next to the Judge's head.... WHAT A HARD PUNCH!!!!!!

Sledge with another hard punch
Sledge with another hard punch
Sledge with another hard punch

King: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!! SLEDGE IS BITING THE JUDGE!!!!!!!

Ref: CUT THAT OUT!!!!!!! 1...... 2..... 3.....4 .....

JR: Sledge lets the Judge up
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Sledge ducks out of the way.
Sledge runs into the ropes.
Sledge misses with a shoulderblock.
Sledge hits a swinging neckbreaker on The Judge.
Sledge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Sledge is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.

Judge goes for a low blow, but Sledge catches his hand

Sledge: no.... no..... no.... leave my boys alone.......

JR: Sledge pulls the Judge to his feet
Judge punches Sledge
Judge punches Sledge
Judge punches Sledge
Judge punches Sledge
Judge has Sledge against the ropes

King: Judge is taking a few steps back..

JR: Yeah it looks like he's going to try and clothesline Sledge over the top.... SLEDGE DUCKED!!!!!!

Sledge hits Judge with a forearm Judge putting him against the ropes
Sledge hits Judge with a forearm Judge keeping him against the ropes
Sledge hits Judge with a forearm Judge keeping him against the ropes
Sledge whips Judge to the opposite ropes

JR: Sledge steps spins and

JR/Crowd: SLEDGEHEAMMER!!!!

JR: PUNCH!!!!! Judge has gone crashing to the mat...

King: I think the fans have really come to enjoy that part of the match....

JR: Judge takes down Sledge with a DDT

JR: Judge is getting on Sledge's back.... it looks like he's going to put him in the "Case Dismissed"

King: Look at Sledge squirm.... he's rolled out of it and turned it into a choke hold of some type....

JR: Looks like an illegal chokehold too....

King: looks like the ref thinks so too.....

Ref: Break it Sledge.....

Sledge: no....

Ref: 1..... 2..... 3.... 4.....

JR: Sledge broke the hold on the four count....

King: but I think the damage may have been done....

JR: Judge is still on the ground.... Sledge is by his feet.... he's wrapping him up... CHICAGO CLOVERLEAF!!!!!

King: The ref is checking the Judge....

JR: Look Sledge has his foot on a turnbuckle pad.....

King: of course.... more leverage means more damage.....

JR: The ref just saw it....

Ref: I'm not even going to count this time.....

King: Look Judge is tapping....

Ref: You break it now or I'll call the match.....

JR: The ref is too concerned with making Sledge obey than to watch the Judge.... Sledge released the hold though....

Sledge: WHAT BUG CRAWLED UP YOUR @$$ TODAY REF????

King: Look at the Judge.... Sledge has been really motivated by Cash Flo's money tonight.....

JR: Sledge takes the Judge down with a clothesline

King: LOOK AT SLEDGE CELEBRATE!!!!!

JR: But I don't think he got all of the Judge with that clothesline, because he's back up already....

Judge clotheslines Sledge over the top rope sending both men to the ground

JR: I'm not sure, but Judge may have gotten the worst of that....

King: Yeah especially since Sledgee is already starting to get up....

Ref: 1......

JR: Sledge is pulling the Judge up by the hair

Ref: 2......

JR: Sledge is wrapping the Judge up by the waist.....

Ref: 3.......

JR: Sledge lifts the Judge onto his shoulder.... MY GOD!!!! HE'S GOING TO C-D HIM ONTO THE RING STEPS!!!!!!

Ref: YOU DO IT SLDGE AND i WILL DISQUALIFY YOU!!!!!!

JR: Sledge just dropped the Judge off his shoulder and to the mat...

Ref: 4.......

King: What's Sledge doing... its like he's signalling something....

JR: WHAT THE?!?!?!?!?!?

(The Arena goes dark and the entrance way strobes....)

PA: WHO YOU TRYIN' TO GET CRAZY WITH ESE DON'T YOU KNOW i'M LOCO????

JR: EL CRUZ BLANCO!!! WHAT"S HE GOING TO DO??????

King: I don't know, I don't even see him yet.....

*** BAM ******

(The lights come back on and Sledge is standing outside the ring and the Judge is out cold next to the ring steps which are moved from where they were.....)

JR: Sledge is rolling into the ring.... but where is Cruz?

King: don't you get it... it was a distraction..... so the ref wouldn't see Sledge C-D the Judge....

JR: and that's why Sledge is distracting the ref now..... so he doesn't see the ringsteps all disturbed like that...

JR: Judge has gotten a sudden burst of energy....

Judge punches Sledge
Judge punches Sledge
Judge takes down Sledge with a neck breaker
Judge leg drops Sledge

King: Judge is all over Sledge..... I can't believe it... after how rough this match as been Judge might win it....

JR: Sledge is up to his knees..... Judge dropkicks Sledge in the face

King: JUDGE IS CALLING FOR THE GAVEL SMASH!!!!!!!!!

JR: Judge is on the ropes.... Sledge is twitching on the mat

King: Judge jumps...

JR: SLEDGE MOVED!!!!!!! SLEDGE MOVED!!!!!!! both men are getting up slow......

King: they're both to their feet.... look at the exchange punches....

JR: I don't think the Judge wants to do that when he's 100% let alone after he's been beat so badly....

King: definately not... you don't want to scrap with Sledge....

JR: Judge whips Sledge to the ropes

Sledge bounces off the ropes

JR: MY GOD!!!!!!! SLEDGE GRABS JUDGE BY THE THROAT!!!! RUNNING CHOKEING SWEEP!!!!!! I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE!!!!!!

King: SLEDGE GOES FOR THE PIN!!!!!!

JR: Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three/

*DING DING*

(In the office, Bruiser is standing at his desk. On the nearby couch are 3 distinguished looking Japanese men.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

(The lights in the arena go completely black. A blinding flash goes off with
a thunderous boom. Blue strobes go over the crowd as "Releasing the Demons"
by Godsmack blares over the PA system. Asylum explodes from behind the
curtain. He runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. Asylum jumps up on a
turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd as pyro explodes into the air off the
other turnbuckles. Asylum hops down and paces around the ring waiting for
the match to start.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Asylum misses with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry hits Asylum with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Hardcore Harry executes a legdrop on Asylum.
Hardcore Harry goes for a side suplex, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum hits Hardcore Harry with a spinebuster.
Asylum uses a superkick on Hardcore Harry.
Asylum executes neckbreaker on Hardcore Harry.
Asylum is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Asylum goes for a backbreaker, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry nails Asylum with a piledriver.
Hardcore Harry nails Asylum with a Northern Lights suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry whips Asylum into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry hits Asylum with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Asylum with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry nails Asylum with a sidewalk slam.
Hardcore Harry covers Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Hardcore Harry nails Asylum with a Russian legsweep.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Asylum hits Hardcore Harry with reverse suplex.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Asylum hoists Hardcore Harry high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Hardcore Harry crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum nails Hardcore Harry with a sidewalk slam.
Asylum is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Asylum takes Hardcore Harry down with a spinebuster.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Asylum goes for a backbreaker, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a facerake.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Asylum misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry misses with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry hits Asylum with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry takes Asylum down with a big boot to the face.
Hardcore Harry hits Asylum with an atomic drop.
Hardcore Harry throws Asylum out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes through the ropes.
Hardcore Harry shoves Asylum into the guardrail.
Hardcore Harry hits an elbowdrop on Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Hardcore Harry uses a legdrop on Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Rick Patrick counts: 4.
Asylum is busted wide open.
Hardcore Harry uses a sidewalk slam on Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: 5.
Hardcore Harry reenters the ring.
Asylum climbs back into the ring.
Hardcore Harry nails Asylum with the Sky High.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry hits an elbowdrop on Asylum.
Hardcore Harry executes the Sky High on Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry goes for the Hardcore Hell, but he can't do it.
Asylum executes a brainbuster on Hardcore Harry.
Asylum is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Asylum acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum almost takes Hardcore Harry's head off with a clothesline
Asylum goes for neckbreaker, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry executes a piledriver on Asylum.
Hardcore Harry is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Hardcore Harry goes for a sidewalk slam, but Asylum counters it with a DDT.
Asylum is starting to get more cheers than boos.
In turn, Hardcore Harry counters it with a backdrop.
Hardcore Harry executes the Hardcore Hell on Asylum.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

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

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

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

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

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

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith, with
Hardcore Title draped over his right shoulder, walks out from the fog and
stands on the stage. His body still shows the battle wounds of his match
against Joe Tunny at Bruisermania. His right arm is wrapped up in a bandage
and he still has some stitches on his forehead.)

JR: One week ago we saw the near crowning of a new Hardcore Champion. We
have not seen Tyrone get dominated in a hardcore match, his bread-and-butter
match like we did last week since... since... since he faced Master Z for
the first and last time back in November 2000!!!!!

King: Yeah! I think if it wasn’t for Witherspoon’s interference, Tyrone
wouldn’t have that hardcore title.

JR: As do many who saw the match that people are calling “The match where
Tyrone was out-Tyroned”. Tonight, the Hardcore champ gets only his second
World Title shot in his impressive near four year career.

(Tyrone enters the ring and is handed a mic)

Tyrone: I didn’t come out here to waste none of yer time. I just need to
address a few t’ings ‘bout a few men. Last week, we saw a man, a new face in
da BMWF step in da ring wit’ all da odds against him. Everyone backstage was
tellin’ him he was gonna get himself killed for steppin’ in for another new
face, a COWARD, to get a chance to earn his first gold. Last week, Joe Tunny
walked into the ring against Step Daddy, Da Landlord, da greatest hardcore
champion EVER... me!

(There’s a small cheer from the crowd)

Tyrone: An’ I’d be a d@mn liar if I said dat Tunny didn’t work me. I’m still
sore, still bruised, and still bandaged up from da beating dat HE gave ME!!
Joe Tunny is a man of men, an’ has my respect.

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: Next, we have a straight flyer. Tamer..

(The crowd cheers. Tyrone has to hold a hand up to quiet the crowd)

Tyrone: Tamer has shown dat chivalry ain’t dead. He stood up for what was
right, even when he an’ I disliked each other. I t’ank him for showin’ me da
truth, for showin’ me what Rachel has been tryin’ to show since da
beginning. Tamer is a man of men as well, an’ has my respect, too.

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: An’ from a straight flyer to just a mudda rass flyboy! VERNON
VANDER(beep)!

JR: Oh my!

Tyrone: I ain’t got (beep) to say ‘bout dat punk other dan I accept his
challenge for a hooplajoop fighters match!

KING: A WHAT?!!!!

Tyrone: I’ll see yer @$$ next week, son! Best bring yer A-Game an’ yer
cryin’ towel... yer gonna need both!

JR: Tyrone and Vernon have never gotten along. Next week should prove to be
quite explosive between the two.

Tyrone: An’ finally, we have our world champion backstabber... Lowedown...

(Crowd Cheers)

Tyrone: Oh yeah, cheer da man... It doesn’t amaze me just how fickle people
can be sometimes. Do y’all just not remember what dis man has done? He’s not
a hero! He’s da greatest coward we’ve ever had in dis federation since da
days of Mr. Personality an’ Mike Thompson!!!

JR: Two more people that Tyrone has loathed and disdained.

Tyrone: I called Lowedown.. Seth.. a brotha. But all he really is is a vile
disease. He’s a cancer in the BMWF. For da kids doin’ dare SATs soon:
Lowedown is to Trustworthy as Tyrone Smith is to Short!

King: Ha ha! That was actually funny!

Tyrone: Lowedown, son... I despise ya! Ya’ve stabbed me far too often and
just one month ago ya proved how big of a backstabber ya is when ya turned
on Z. I hope you had fun dis past week wit’ dat belt, b’cuz t’night’s da
last night ya have wit’ it, dunny! I’m gonna give ya da @$$ whoopin’ ya
deserved years ago!

Let it be known... t’night I finally win da World Title... OR DIE TRYIN’!!!!

JR: Oh my!

Tyrone: So all da people watchin’ at home, all da people in dis arena, I
just want y’all to do me one t’ing...

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!!!

(“Simon Says” comes back on as Tyrone walks out of the ring)

JR: Big words from the big man, Tyrone Smith. Later tonight we’ll see if he
can back up those words. We’ll be right back!