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

(The show opens inside the Sporthalle Hamburg Germany. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

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

KING: Yeah, but I'll be glad when we get back to the U.S.! These Germans are even bigger morons than the British! They don't even know how to speak English!

(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: I'm out here for one reason and one reason only, to solve the current dispute that is going on within the bWo! Many people are already calling the bWo dead, but I am out here tonight to show LoweDown and White Lightning that their quarrels are not needed! The bWo is about unity and brotherhood, and well, LoweDown and White Lightning kind of fell off the right track! So without further ado...White Lightning!

(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". White Lightning continues to walk down the ramp before entering the ring. White Lightning enters the ring and grabs a mic from ringside.)

White Lightning: Judge, it's plain and simple. LoweDown was only ever looking out for himself. Always making us do the dirty work while he took all the credit. Judge, he knew we were big threats to his title so he joined up with us. LoweDown almost ruined our careers. There is nothing you can say to change my mind, it's all coming to a head at Tokyo Terror when I become the NEW World Champion!

("Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a standing ovation. Lowedown doesn't know exactly how to react from the crowd reaction as he then raises the World Heavyweight title over his head and listens to the crowd chant his name. Lowedown listens to crowd continuing to chant the "FIVE TIME" logo as he and Flame make their way to the ring. Lowedown and Flame leap up to the ring apron as the pyro shoots out from all four corners. Lowedown and Flame enter the ring and LoweDown stares at both White Lightning and The Judge before finally grabbing a mic.)

LoweDown: Judge, let me say to you and to that jack@$$ of a wanna be champion over there! Whitey over there is BLEEPING and moaning about the fact that he wanted a title shot against yours truly, but didn't have the brass to ask me for a shot! Instead of being a man about it, he up and quits the best thing going today! Whitey simply quit because he was too afraid to ask me for a title shot! Plus, he thinks for some dumb@$$ reason that I didn't respect him! If I didn't respect him, his @$$ wouldn't have been brought into the bWo! Judge, you know as well as I do that I'm not a hard man to get along with here! I represented the bWo like a true champion should. Whitey used the bWo as an excuse to try and berate everyone else around! Hey Whitey! Did you forget that we are "the good guys" around here?

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Helga Rosetti, Bertha Rosetti, The Flabby Moolah and Mae
Old...
From Las Vegas, Nevada...
Weighing in at 320 pounds...

The Clodfather

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven

JR: The Clodfather attacks Ravven before the bell.

JR: The Clodfather goes for a powerslam, but Ravven counters it with a lariat.
Ravven covers The Clodfather.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven goes for a bodyslam, but The Clodfather counters it with a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
The Clodfather goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ravven counters it with
a punch.
In turn, The Clodfather counters it with a roundhouse right.
The Clodfather hoists Ravven high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Ravven crashing hard to the mat.
The Clodfather executes a punch on Ravven.
The Clodfather punches Ravven.
The Clodfather kicks Ravven.
The crowd is starting to get behind The Clodfather.
The Clodfather chops Ravven.
The Clodfather nails Ravven with a kick to the midsection.
The Clodfather punches Ravven.
The Clodfather punches Ravven.
The crowd is starting to get behind The Clodfather.
Ravven punches The Clodfather.
Ravven chops The Clodfather.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
The Clodfather punches Ravven.
The Clodfather punches Ravven.
A small "The Clodfather" chant is being started.
The Clodfather chops Ravven.
A small "The Clodfather" chant is being started.
Ravven kicks The Clodfather.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
The Clodfather almost takes Ravven's head off with a clothesline
The Clodfather uses a powerslam on Ravven.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
The Clodfather whips Ravven into the ropes.
Ravven hits a swinging neckbreaker on The Clodfather.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Bertha Rosetti tries to interfere, but The Embalmer prevents her from doing so.
Ravven uses a backbreaker on The Clodfather.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
Ravven nails The Clodfather with a bodyslam.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on The Clodfather.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Ravven.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
A portion of the crowd is booing Ravven.

*DING DING*

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown walking down the hallway. The Couch runs up beside him and attempts to get a few words.)

Couch: JUDGE! JUDGE! Can I get some comments on what happened out there?

(The Judge stops and grabs the mic from The Couch.)

Judge: You want some comments on what happened out in the ring? I'll give you some comments Couch! White Lightning and LoweDown are a little misguided and believe they have to fight each other to prove the better man. That's fine with me, I can handle that. I tried to go out there tonight and convince them not to do it, but they are too intent on hurting each other to listen to reason. After the match, I am sure that everything will be back to normal but I was afraid that they might actually hurt each other seriously before that is able to happen. That is why at the spur of the moment, I named myself special guest referee...to maintain order. That's it Couch, I'm too angry to talk to you!

(The Judge storms off as the camera fades.)

>>>

(The Brusiertron lights up and shows a Black BMW Beamer pulling into the
arena parking garage. It comes to a halt at a valet station. Asylum and
Jacklyn J. step out of the car carrying their bags. The two are on their way
towards the locker room area.)

Asylum: God I love made cars.

Jacklyn J.: What about German women.

(Asylum stops looks Jacklyn J. over. He starts to walk again.)

King: HAHA, Jacklyn's a hot German women.

Asylum: Them too. So you went and saw you parents in Trier.

Jacklyn J.: Yeah It's nice to be home again. I'm glad Bruiser signed us in
Germany.

Asylum: Thats good. Yeah Germany is beautiful country land.

Jacklyn J.: And it's women.

Asylum: And it's women, yes. But come on lets go I have some business with
Prime Time tonight.

(The two walk off as the camera fades.)

(The Bruisertron blanks out to be replaced by a green screen that reads,
“The Following In Ring Promo Has Not Been Screened For Content, View At Your
Own Risk.”)

(“Hellraiser” by Motorhead thunders loudly over the arena speakers as the
Bruisertron switches over to a scene of the City Of Chicago. After a few
moments, Bob “Box” Bartelstein emerges from behind the curtain and steps out
onto the ramp. Box is dressed in a dark polo shirt, blue jeans, and Sketcher
boots. He is carrying a black aluminum baseball bat via a holster on his
back.)

JR: OH MY GOD!!! BOX IS BACK!! OH MY GOD!!! BOX IS BACK!!

King: WAHOO!!! VIOLENCE!!!

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

PA: I’m living on an endless road
Around the world for rock and roll
Sometimes it feels so tough
But I still ain’t had enough

(Box walks over to each side of the ramp firing up the crowd.)

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

(Box continues his walk down the ramp as his anthem blisters the eardrums of
those in attendance.)

PA: I keep saying that it’s getting too much
But I know I’m a liar
Feeling all right in the noise and the light
But that’s what lights my fire

(Box steps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle to face the
camera-side of the crowd. He raises his bat out of its holster to
acknowledge the fans.)

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

PA: Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you

(Box holsters his aluminum bat and gestures for a microphone.)

JR: We haven’t seen the young Bartelstein in quite a long time.

King: Not since Survival when he decimated the entire Prime Time stable
single-handedly.

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

(Box smiles wickedly as he attempts to speak, but the “TCW” chant is too
loud.)

King: Dang, they love this guy and he hasn’t really been around lately.

JR: Well King, when Box is here, business does pick up.

(The TCW chant subsides and Box starts to talk…..)

Box: DANGIT I MISSED THAT!!!!

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

Box: Been a long time hasn’t it? TOO DANG LONG IF YOU ASK ME!!!!

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!

Box: Well the last time you saw your bat-wielding Boxman in action. I was
decimating the entire Prime Time stable!

(The crowd responds with a medium loud cheer. Some boos can be heard.)

Box: Now though, I’m not here to demolish an entire stable. I’m here for one
man and one man only. There’s someone in this fed that is just a degenerate.
This person is a bully, a bad seed, and thinks way too much of himself.

King: That describes half the people in the BMWF. Can’t Box get more
specific?

Box: This same person has also had a lot to say about yours truly since I
took a hiatus and spent my spare time kicking back getting drunk, and doing
tax returns.

JR: That explains my cruddy refund King.

King: Yeah, Box did my taxes and I think he was a few entries short of a
balanced general ledger when he did them. I would’ve been better off just
signing over my life savings to the IRS.

JR: Don’t your ex-wives own your life savings.

King: Shut up Finnegan!

Box: This person walks around here like he owns the place and he ain’t
afraid to say anything to anyone. WELL LET ME INFORM YOU THAT HE HASN’T SAID
WORD ONE TO THE BOXMAN’S FACE YET!!!

Box: YOU KNOW WHY THAT IS? ‘CAUSE I’D TAKE THIS BAT AND BASH HIM UPSIDE HIS
HEAD……..THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!

Box: No more foreplay, no more teasing the fans. Allow me to call out this
no good horse’s BLEEP.

Box: TYRONE SMITH!!! GET OFF YOUR BLEEP AND ENTER THE BOX OFFICE!!!!

(The crowd cheers when they hear Tyrone’s name. However, there is no
response)

King: Ha ha! It looks like Tyrone really is afraid to say something to
Boxma….

(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…

(The figure walks out from the fog to reveal that it’s Tyrone. He has a mic
to his mouth)

Tyrone: SHUT DA (beep) UP!!!!

(The music continues to play as Tyrone walks down to the ring with the
angriest of look on his face)

JR: Oh my! The BMWF’s two biggest backstage rivals are about to meet for the
first time on camera!

JR: What do you mean? The BMWF cameras are designed to work even when bashing somebody over the head with one!

KING: But the lens crack when they see something as ugly as Tyrone and Box in the same picture! YAHHH!

(Tyrone climbs into the ring and gets right into Boxman’s face)

Tyrone: For a person who has never worked an honest day in his life, ya sure
do squawk a mean word or two.

Box: I’m gonna do more than squawk you frickin’ horses arse! I’m gonna bust
open your Jamaican head like a coconut!

Tyrone: No, see, ya wanna run yer (beep) now it’s my turn, dunny! I don’t
(beep)in’ like ya... ya know it. I know it. Everyone in dem locker rooms
back dare know it. I’ve watched ya fly in an’ out like yer too good for dis
place, like yer (beep) smell like roses. Ya wanna crack me wit’ dat bat...
bring yer @$$ den son. I’ll take ya to a whole new level of hurt ya ain’t
even t’ought ‘bout. A bat, son?! I if ya wan’ play wit’ ‘Rone, ya gotta
bring more dan a rass bat.

(The crowd gets behind Tyrone a bit. There are still some chants of TCW)

JR: Oh my! This has been a showdown we all in the federation have been
waiting for. When we say that these two men don’t like each other, they
REALLY do not like each other!

Tyrone: Ya (beep)in’ disgust me, son. Ya really do. So yeah.. if ya wan’
scrap... den dis is gonna be da funnest beatin’ I’ve ever done.

(Tyrone drops the microphone and stands ready to fight. The cellphone
attached to Box’s belt starts to ring...)

Box(on the phone, talking loud enough for his mic to pick it up): Uh, huh. I
see. No, no, no you’re the man. That’s why I hired you. I see what you’re
saying. On second thought, SCREW THE MARKETING!!!

(Box drops the cellphone and the mic down to the canvas and slugs Tyrone
Smith square in the jaw.)

JR: Box hammers Tyrone three times in the face with hard right hands.

Tyrone Smith and Box are exchanging hard punches to the face.

King: HERE WE GO!!! BOX VERSUS TYRONE! A MATCH WE THOUGHT WE’D NEVER SEE!!!

JR: Box grabs Tyrone and irish whips him into the corner.
Box follows up with a corner splash.
Box goes for his bat on the back holster.
Tyrone regains his wind and rocks Box hard with a chop to the throat.
Box is grasping his throat as Tyrone whips Box into the ropes.
Box fires off the ropes with a running big boot that sends Tyrone down hard.

(The crowd is cheering wildly with mixed cheers for Box and Tyrone.)

JR: Box acknowledges the TCW fans, not knowing that Tyrone just popped up
to his feet.
Tyrone Smith kicks Box in the back and spins him around.
Box and Tyrone are exchanging punches in the middle of the ring.

(The crowd is erupting at a fever pitch when suddenly...)

(A large sound of breaking glass spreads across the arena further exciting a
crowd that is almost in riot mode.)

King: OH MY GOD…….

JR: STONE COLD BRUISER!!! STONE COLD BRUISER!!! STONE COLD BRUISER!!!

(Stone Cold Bruiser quickly gets down to the ring on his ATV and separates
Box and Tyrone by punching each of them several times in the skull. He
immediately call for a microphone..)

SCB: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?

Crowd: WAS?

KING: Oh, yeah!

SCB: I SAID WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?

(Box and Tyrone are each making combative gestures towards each other and
yelling.)

SCB: SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!!!

Crowd: WAS?

SCB: QUIT FLAPPIN’ YOUR GUMS?

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: YOUR TEETH.

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: YOUR PIEHOLE!!!

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: I said shut up. Now, Box, you think you can come down to this ring in
your nice polo shirt and start calling the shots?

(Box starts to talk to SCB.)

SCB: SHUTUP!!!

(Tyrone starts to laugh.)

SCB: Don’t think I didn’t see that you psychotic Jamaican!

(Tyrone stops laughing and kinda looks scared.)

SCB: Now I’ve got a Tyrone and Box feud on my hands. Normally, I’d let you
guys just flat out kill each other right here and now!!! The insurance company would take care of the funeral and I'd have another few hundred thousand to spend on cold ones!

(The crowd erupts.)

SCB: But I ain’t gonna do that. See, this bionic redneck has been thinking.

King: So that explains the smoke backstage.

SCB: I was watching you guys bust open each others skulls and I was gonna
let it go. But I said……

SCB/Crowd: EHHH!!! EHHH!!!!

SCB: You guys need to face off in a Pay Per View match. Something
meaningful. I don’t get any ratings off this because its not a scheduled
MATCH!!! Now, at a Pay Per View though, Box versus Tyrone Smith should make
me a lot of money.

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: Dough!!!

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: Greenbacks!!!

Crowd: WAS??

SCB: Enough to afford paying you guys AND enough to buy beer!

King: WOW, that’s a lot. Stone Cold Bruiser can pack ‘em away.

JR: Quiet King, this is Stone Cold talking.

SCB: Therefore…..

King: That’s a big word for him.

JR: You’re gonna make him mad King.

SCB: we’re gonna have in one corner, Bob “Box” Bartelstein..

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

(Stone Cold Bruiser clears his throat and the crowd turns silent.)

SCB: and in the other corner we’ll have Tyrone Smith!!!

(The crowd erupts again, but is silenced by SCB clearing his throat.)

SCB: Until then. gentlemen...

SCB:... I suggest that you do not touch each other in any
inappropriate way.

King: What does he think this is a Catholic mass?

JR: Oh King, you’re so dead after the show.

SCB: Is that understood?

(Box and Tyrone nod reluctantly at Bruiser and start to yell at each other.)

(The breaking glass is heard again and Stone Cold Bruiser mounts his ATV and
drives off, leaving Tyrone Smith and Box in the middle of the ring. Box and
Tyrone start to yell at each other again.)

(The crowd is still cheering as Tyrone takes a swing at Box. Immediately a
horde of BMWF referees enter the ring and separates the two combatants.)

JR: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! THEY DEFIED BRUISER!!! THEY DEFIED BRUISER!!!

King: Maybe I’m not the one that’s dead after the show now.

JR: HOW ARE THESE TWO GOING TO MAKE IT IN ONE PIECE TO THE PAY PER VIEW!!!

(The scene fades away as Box and Tyrone, both bloodied, are being escorted
away from each other by BMWF personnel.)

(Bob "Box" Bartelstein is walking the backstage hallways thumping his bat in his palm when he is approached by Slim Jim Sullivan.)

Slim Jim: Box, what're you doing back?

Box: What am I doing back? Its simple my favorite beef jerky, Tyrone Smith is gonna pay for talking out of that grammatically challenged mouth of his.

Slim Jim: Why Tyrone Smith, why now?

Box: You know, its a good thing my brother from another mother likes you 'cause you can ask some really dumb questions. See, Tyrone and I hate each other. Not just for publicity or ratings, but we don't get along backstage. I can't stand that God forsaken bully and he hates me right back. Its time that this ends one way or another. I'm gonna draw blood on that Jamaican monster and expose him for what he is, a schoolyard bully and nothing more.

Box: Why now? Because I've had to sit on BLEEP while I've been away and watch this fed go down the toilet. Have you seen the Pay Per Views other than Bruisermania? They sucked and everybody back here knows that. While I was gone, we even had somebody throw a white flag during a Main Event match with Lowedown! Now that I'm back, that kind of BLEEP ain't gonna fly my friend. No way, no how. The Box Office is open and the blockbusters are gonna be playing.

Slim Jim: Have you spoken with Sledge yet since your return?

Box: No I haven't and quite frankly, I've got a pressing matter on my hands. There's some BLEEP to kick around here. Got no time for friendships and make out sessions in the shower right now. Come to think of it though, I do need to talk to Sledge about his tax return. He didn't have enough deductions and......

Slim Jim: Is Sledge gonna owe on his taxes?

Box: Not as much as you do if I can help it, but The Man is a greedy little S.O.B. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back on the hunt.

(Scene fades as Slim Jim watches Box walk away.)

KING: They made me the guy who has to manually push the BLEEP button! My fingers are getting sore!

JR: I see, well, in any event, our next match involves two of Germany's local wrestlers!

KING: Maybe that's the only move that Germans know!

JR: Schmidt DDTs Von Erich

What in the world!

(From the stage comes Tyrone rolling out. He is quick to get back on his
feet and lunges towards the entrance way curtains. Boxman appears from the
curtains and the two start to duke it out on the ramp)

JR: HERE WE GO!! These two men are going to kill themselves right here,
right now!

King: Looks like the BMWF security couldn’t keep these two separated any
longer!

JR: These two men are fighting their way to the ring!

(Tyrone grabs Boxman by the back of the neck and throws him under the ropes
into the ring. The Germans stop wrestling and watch the two
men battle in one of the ring corners.)

JR: This is insane. They can’t just interrupt matches with this nonsense.

King: You go tell them that, JR!

(Boxman pushes Tyrone into Schmidt. Tyrone spins around and looks at Schmidt,
then kicks him in the gut and choke slams him.)

JR: DEAR LORD!

(Boxman hits him from behind while Tyrone’s staring down at Schmidt. The two
men go back to fighting in the middle of the ring. Tyrone ducks out of the
way of Boxman’s punch, which in turn connects with Von Erich.)

JR: Box headbutts Tyrone on nose, stunning him and making his nose trickle
blood.

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!
TCW!!!!

King: YEAH!!! BLOOD!!!!

JR: Box grabs Clodfather by the back of his head and heaves him over the top
rope.

King: NOW ITS JUST BOX AND TYRONE!!! THIS IS BETTER THAN THOSE TWO GERMANS!

JR: I think anything would be better than two Germans.

King: And here I thought you were a company man Finnegan.

JR: Tyrone and Box exchange hard right hands in the middle of the ring.
Tyrone front kicks Box in the stomach 'causing Bartelstein to lean forward.
Tyrone gives Box a double underhook suplex, sending Bob down hard to the
mat.
Tyrone stomps on Bartelstein and after a couple of stomps, Box rolls to his
feet.
Box charges at Tyrone and lands a clothesline, knocking the Jamaican Monster
down.
Tyrone pops back up only to get floored again by a Box Clothesline.

(The Germans come to and both enter the ring.)

JR: Didn’t these two learn their lesson the first time.

King: Yeah JR, but it is THEIR match...and their country!

JR: I don’t think Box and Tyrone give a rat’s behind about that King.

JR: Tyrone and Box each look at the Germans.
Tyrone almost decapitates Schmidt with a running right hand to the face.

(The crowd is cheering madly for Tyrone Smith.)

JR: Ravven’s nose explodes in a cascade of blood while he falls over the top
rope.
Box connects with a running boot to the face of Von Erich.

Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!
TCW!!!!

JR: Von Erich is out cold before he hits the outside of the ring.
Tyrone and Box refocus on each other.
Tyrone charges Box and both wrestlers roll out of the ring.
Tyrone and Box brawl their way into the crowd.

(The crowd is mixed between “TCW” chants and cheers for Tyrone.)

JR: We’ll regain control of this match right after this break! HOW IS
BRUISER GOING TO CONTROL THESE TWO BLOOD THIRSTY MANIACS??? WE CAN'T EVEN
HAVE A PROPER SHOW!!!

>>>
(The cameras go live to the parking lot where "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi has just turned up, Tai Hashi is sporting a black t-shirt with a white skateboarder doing a kickflip drawn on the chest area, a black studded belt, green cargo pants and a gym bag slung over his shoulder, a large band-aid is plastered onto his forehead from a vicious attack on Live. He looks into the camera.)

Tai Hashi: So here we are, the second stop on the BMWF World Tour, Hamburg, Germany! Guten tag y'all cos' "The Rock Star" has entered. I'm happy to be here in Germany, it's a lovely place but I'm not in a good mood for other reasons. Last Friday on a non-televised show called 'Live' Mr. Persistence, The Rock Star, Tai Hashi, Moi, was attacked, I was blindsided by The Headhunter, but it wasn't The Heahunter who had the reason to attack me apparantly someone told him to attack me! Who this is or why he or she did it I haven't got a clue but I will find out sooner or later because that person is going down!

Tai Hashi: Now onto my match tonight, I'm not happy with it and I don't want to do it! Tai Hashi versus. Jerry Girbowski, c'mon, Jerry is my best bud, he's like a dad to me, he raised me since I was an orphan and gave me a shelter and now I'm forced to step into the ring with him and beat him up, I damn ain't happy about it. I'm gonna find answers to this so if you'll excuse me I'm gonna find Sledge.

(Tai pushes the cameraman out of the way and jogs into the arena looking for Sledge.)

(The scene opens up to show Jacklyn J. in a locker room. The door opens and
Cherri Runnels walks in.)

Cherri: Jacklyn can I get an interview about your match tonight?

Jacklyn J.: First off where the hell do you get off just walking into this
locker room? Secodn it's Jacklyn J. to you. Third why in the hell would I
talk to a bimbo like you?

Cherri: I'm sorry I just wanted an interview.

Jacklyn J.: Well since you're here I might as well give you one so i can get
some extra TV time. Go ahead.

Cherri: Well tongith you team with Francine to face Athena Hashi and Sarah
Lyn. What do you think your chances are tonight?

Jacklyn J.: My chances are fine. My chances with Francine aren't nearly as
good. I know I could take either one single handedly. But together when I
have Francine as a liability I am screwed. But besides this I have business
to take care of tonight. So if have to go. I suggest you leave me locker
room.

(Jacklyn walks out and the camera fades.)

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

At a total combined weight of 277 pounds...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi
Her partner...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

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

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

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of
boos.)

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
At a total combined weight of 263 pounds...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

(The lights in the arena start to flicker to a crimson red.)

PA: All things run red, So will you!

(Points of Authority hits the PA system and JAcklyn coems out from behind
the curtain. She runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. Jacklyn J. jumps
onto a turnbuckle and does a backflip off into the ring.)

Her partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Francine hits a facerake on Athena Hashi.
Francine hits Athena Hashi with a hair pull.
Francine shows her butt cheeks.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine hits a back rake on Athena Hashi.
Francine nails Athena Hashi with a facerake.
Francine takes Athena Hashi down with a back rake.
Francine is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Francine whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Francine goes for a monkey flip, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Sarah Lyn enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Athena Hashi and Sarah Lyn whip Francine into the ropes.
They hit Francine with a double clothesline.
Sarah Lyn leaves the ring.
Athena Hashi nails Francine with a powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Athena Hashi hits a roundhouse kick on Francine.
There is no crowd reaction.
Athena Hashi puts Francine in a crossface chickenwing.
Francine is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Francine reaches the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Athena Hashi goes for a powerslam, but Francine counters it with a lariat.
Francine tags out to Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. hits Athena Hashi with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Athena Hashi goes for a powerslam, but Jacklyne J. counters it with a lariat.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. executes a swinging neckbreaker on Athena Hashi.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. takes Athena Hashi down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Athena Hashi.
Jacklyne J. is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. whips Athena Hashi into the ropes, but Athena Hashi reverses it.
Athena Hashi hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Athena Hashi tags out to Sarah Lyn.
Sarah Lyn and Athena Hashi whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Jacklyne J. with a double kick to the midsection, but she
counters it with a double clothesline.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. throws Sarah Lyn out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. goes through the ropes.
Jacklyne J. whips Sarah Lyn into the guardrail.
Francine comes over to make it two-on-one.
Athena Hashi comes over and lays out Francine.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Sarah Lyn whips Jacklyne J. into the guardrail.
Sarah Lyn throws Jacklyne J. into the ringpost.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Sarah Lyn hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Jacklyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
Sarah Lyn goes for a reverse underhook DDT, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Joe Finch counts: 4.
Jacklyne J. knocks Sarah Lyn into the ringpost.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Sarah Lyn blocks it.
Sarah Lyn goes for a thrust to the throat, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Joe Finch counts: 5.
Jacklyne J. throws Sarah Lyn into the ringpost.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. whips Sarah Lyn into the guardrail.
Joe Finch counts: 6.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Joe Finch counts: 7.
Sarah Lyn goes for tilt-a-whirl-pile driver, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Joe Finch counts: 8.
Jacklyne J. reenters the ring.
Sarah Lyn rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Jacklyne J. goes for a pumphandle suplex, but Sarah Lyn
turns in mid-air and lands on her.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Sarah Lyn goes for a DDT, but Jacklyne J. counters it with a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. executes a dropkick on Sarah Lyn.
Jacklyne J. whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes, but Sarah Lyn reverses it.
Jacklyne J. nails Sarah Lyn with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. hits Sarah Lyn with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Sarah Lyn.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, Athena Hashi doesn't make it in time... three.
The crowd is cheering on Jacklyne J..

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in the Urban Legends’ locker room, where everyone is busy. Black is sitting on a chair, getting massaged by Ms. Rodriguez. Levon Jones and Mafioso are busy sparring in the far corner. Carlos and Chuck Tunny are comparing managerial notes, and Joe Tunny is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, fiddling with his fedora. Tunny lifts his head and looks at everyone.)

(Black and Ms. Rodriguez look lazily over in Tunny’s direction, but nobody else seems to have noticed.)

(Levon and Mafioso look over, and Levon releases the headlock he’d had on Mafioso. Chuck and Carlos stop what they were doing.)

Tunny: That’s better. Now I’ve gotta tell ya somethin’ regardin’ my match tonight.

Tunny: Yea ‘gainst Zeke! The last time I met him one on one, Chuck got me DQ’d. This time, I wanna win it, an’ win it properly. That means no interference, no help, nothin’! Scrappy Joe Tunny with the clean win to make sure everyone knows that I’m better ‘an him!

Tunny: Even Tobey isn’t stupid enough to try that. He knows we’ve got the numbers over him! But Chuck – keep an eye out just in case, an’ the rest ‘a ya – be ready.

Black: As long as Tobey doesn’t show up, we’ll be watching your match on tv from back here. You’ve got our word.

>>>

(Aquatic is walking in with a bag over her shoulder. She spies a few bored-looking security guards standing around.)

Aquatic: (turns to camera) Sometimes all they need is the proper motivation of a good manager and a good song.

(She looks around and begins to sing.)

Aquatic: OH WHEN THE SAINTS....GO MARCHING IN....

Aquatic/Security Guards 1-4: OH WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN....

Aquatic/All Security Guards: OH HOW I WANT TO BE IN THAT NUMBER.....

All Security Guards: WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN!

(The security guards continue singing and laughing as Aquatic walks on.)

FADE

(The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Sporthalle. The sounds of an
engine begin to get louder as we see a black Mercedes-Benz SL600 Roadster
with white racing stripes drift around the corner of the parking lot. The
black and white Mercedes slides into a parking lot. Michael Bole runs up to
the black and white Mercedes with a Microphone and knocks on the tinted
windows. The door busts open shoving Michael Bole out of the way and
Ignition slides out of the Mercedes wearing a black T-Shirt with “Best Young
Gun” in white lettering on the front, and the sleeves torn off. Ignition has
a black Yankees hat on backwards. Ignition removes his glasses and smiles at
Bole.)

Bole: Ignition, have time for a quick interview?

Ignition: NO!

(Bole drops his head as Ignition smacks Bole on the shoulder.)

Ignition: Just messin Bole, you know Ignition wouldn’t shy away from a
little air time here and there.

(Bole perks up a little bit as Ignition rolls his shoulders back and brushes
his shoulder off.)

Bole: Now Ignition-

(Ignition interrupts Bole.)

Ignition: It’s been a while Bole, how have ya been?

Bole: I’ve been g-

(Ignition interrupts Bole again.)

Ignition: It really doesn’t matter to me Michael. It’s been a while since I
have been here so I thought I had better ask. On with the interview my
little man.

Bole: Well, let’s start with what has happened since you left, and since you
got back.

(Ignition stares at Bole waiting for the question.)

Ignition: You gonna stand there and waste my time, or do you actually have a
question for the Best Young Gun in this business today?

Bole: Well, Scotty and the rest of the Union turned heel, and now that your
back you have switched over. Any thoughts?

Ignition: Has there ever been a time where Ignition didn’t have any
thoughts?

Bole: Well no. . .

Ignition: Exactly! Now, because you are an incompetent idiot as far as
interviewing is concerned, let me set it up. Scotty did what he felt he
needed to do, and frankly the man made the right choice. Him and Z make the
best pairing this fed has ever seen, and there isn’t a duo, or even a trio
that can stop those two cats. As far as the Best Young Gun is concerned, I
dropped the fans like a bad habit, and it has been the best thing I have
even done! The thing is Michael, there will be a time and a place for me to
vent about the millions, AND MILLIONS of former Ignition fans, but now is
not the time. I got more important things to talk about right now, so let’s
get to the next question before I do a straight bust on this interview.

Bole: Straight Bust?

(Ignition glares at Bole)

Ignition: You don’t get out a whole lot do ya Bole?

Bole: Not to much. . .

(Ignition shakes his head)

Ignition: Never mind Bole, just ask me the next question before I get even
more bored.

Bole: Alright, Alright, you seem to have had a little run in with a couple
of the new guys in this fed.

Ignition: Yeah, Tobey and Scrappy Joe seem to think runnin their mouth to
the BEST Young Gun in this business with get them somewhere in the BMWF. The
thing is Bole, it won’t get them anywhere, in fact it will just get them
hurt, and hurt bad. They are both gonna do some paying, maybe before the
night is over, or maybe next Monday, I haven’t decided yet. You two boys
need to learn when you are in over your head, because before you know it you
will be so far into the deep BLEEP you won’t be able to get back to shore!
You are dealing with a dangerous, dangerous man and you don’t even know it
yet, just wait until you both learn your lesson.

Bole: What do you mean they will learn a lesson?

Ignition: I mean if they don’t learn when to shut their mouths, I am gonna
shut it for em, and teach them how to keep it shut! These two guys are in
that phase where they think they can take on the world. Now, I am not saying
they can’t take on the world, but I am saying there’s no chance in hell that
they are gonna get one up on Ignition! With that said, Tobey, Scrappy Joe,
you boys better be ready for what the MAN, Ignition has for you! Alright
Michael, that’s enough talk about the Barney Brigade, hit me with one more,
and make it a tough one.

(Ignition turns around and struts back and forth waiting for another
question.)

Bole: Do you thi-

(Ignition interrupts Bole again and Bole shakes his head)

Ignition: Wrong question, I got one, so just sit back, relax and watch how a
skilled interviewee does this gig! Now, I may not be an expert on many
things, but Bole, you gotta learn how to run a good interview, you just
can’t fire pointless questions off at me, expecting me to just take it with
a smile and a nice little answer. From now on Bole, I am gonna be runnin
these interviews, and I want to you just stand there with your little mic
and look nice and. . .

(Ignition stops and tries to think of a word.)

Ignition: Nice and, ummm, nice and . . .

(Ignition snaps his fingers a few times. Then lights up!)

Ignition: Got it, Nice and Bolelish! So from now on, Ignition is running
things, not Bole. So the next question is going to be about Sledge, so ask
away, my little question asking buddy!

Bole: Well, this month you and Sledge are going to go at it in a Burning
Ring of Fire, which is one of the most brutal stipulations in BMWF hi-. . .

(Ignition swipes the mic from Boles hand and starts walking away with it.)

Ignition: History, yeah yeah, I will take it from here. . .

(Ignition walks down the hallway as Bole stands there with a look of
confusion.)

Ignition: So, Sledge thinks he can remake history and get another win in the
feared Burning Ring of Fire match. Not only that, but Sledge is stupid
enough to think he can beat the Best Young Gun at a match like that. Sledge,
you must not remember what I am capable of. I can do it all Sledge, I can
do the whole technical wrestling. . .

(Ignition yawns)

Ignition: As boring as it may be, I can do the high flying, I can do the
Hardcore, in fact Sledge, I CAN DO IT ALL!! A few months ago, I invented a
stipulation called the Nine Circles of Hell match, and if it weren’t for
greedy fans trying to keep me down and small time, I would have won that
match! Now, you and I are gonna deliver a good ole fashion barn burner, but
this time Sledge, this time things are going to be different. You think you
know what hell feels like? Well you haven’t felt a thing yet Sledge, you
haven’t felt a D@MN THING! I will give you a few words of wisdom though
Sledge, don’t underestimate me again Sledge. I beat you once, and I sure as
hell can do it again, you think you are all high and mighty, but reality
will hit you, and hit you harder than you have ever been hit before! Now
that’s how an interview should go Bole.

(Ignition looks behind him, and looks all around now finding Bole.)

Ignition: Bole?

(Ignition keeps looking)

Ignition: Oh well. . .

(Ignition looks at Michaels microphone and tosses it into a trash can as
Ignition struts down the hallway.)

(In the back of the Birmingham arena the big black diesel hauling "The Hollywood Hotel" pulls up. Out steps Shawn and Tobey. They are on their way to the locker room when Cheri Runnels approaches Tobey.)

Cheri: Tobey, can...

Tobey: Cheri Runnels? Is that you? I didn't know you were even on this show anymore.

Cheri: Well, I was brought in specifically to interview you. Since you don't want any men to do that.

Tobey: You know I have a nice suite back at the hotel if you want to pick up the interview there after I teach Spoon a lesson.

Cheri: Maybe, but right now I have a few questions.

Tobey: Shoot.

Cheri: What is up with Hollywood Inc and Urban Legends. Is there a stable feud going on here?

Tobey: Urban what?

Shawn: I think she is talking about Urban Legends. That group that has that Mafia dude in it.

Tobey: OH! The goodfella rip offs. Yeah that was a great movie, but the Goodfellas they aint. You know Cheri the thing about Urban Legends is that it's all a myth. Urban Legends can't hurt you. And neither can these Urban Legends. Coming Soon... Urban Legends 3. THE LEGENDS DIE!

Cheri: What about WItherspoon.

Tobey: Thats our next main feature. You see Spoon, or CLB for short is just well... creepy. ALL WEEK LONG I hear that my life is going to change. Well do I have news for him. It's going to be the CLB who's life changes tonight. TONIGHT... I AM PUTTING MY STAMP ON THE CLB.

Cheri: What does that mean?

Tobey: You'll see. Now Cheri, how about that offer.

Cheri: You know I think I need to pass on it...

Tobey: Here's my room number. You just come on up after the show and let Tobey show you what you want. (Tobey begins to sing) You want a man with a slow hand. You want a lover with an easy touch. (quits singing) Gotta run, by the way I love that dress your wearing tonight.

Cheri: Why thank you.

Tobey: But it would look much better on my floor.

(Cheri smiles and Tobey leaves.)

>>>

(Backstage we see Axe sitting in the cafeteria eating bratwurst, sausage and Bauernbrot which is a German Farm Bread with butter. Michael Bole is seen in the view as he runs up to the superstar...)

Bole: Axe! I was looking all over and this was the last place I thought I would see you! Your even eating German food!

(Axe turns to Bole with a look of disgust as he grabs his tray and walks over to the garbage with the cameraman and Bole closely behind.)

Axe: Can the sweet talk Bole what do you want?

Bole: A couple of questions?

(Axe tosses the tray on top of the garbage and sighs nodding his head for approval.)

Bole: Axe tonight you face another challenging opponent as you take on The Judge for the first time in the ring, do you think you can get a victory as you have had a bit of a losing streak as of late?

Axe: You know last week I was impressed as you had a lot of guts saying what you did about how my losing streak came to an end.

Bole: Are you impressed again?

(Bole smiles.)

Axe: NO.

(Bole's face changes immediately.)

Axe: You don't have to rub it in alright Bole? Don't add insult to injury as the saying goes...yeah Pain beat me...and then Kolic got the victory at Live but I am not letting this become number three. Now I am not making excuses but my head has been filled with other business as of late.

Bole: Such as?

Axe: None of your concern Bole. Judge is definitely a powerful and challenging wrestler to defeat but I think I can put up a better fight than my last two matches. I just didn't give enough I need to dig deeper inside myself to bring out the true Axe...however it's not a pretty sight...breaking out of this shell unleashes a side of pure aggression...hatred and no regards for my actions...this is what has been brewing inside of me for all those years and I have tried to contain it but I have become pushed!

(Bole raises eyebrow)

Bole: Umm...okay so your saying that we're going to see an even crazier Axe?

(Axe snaps his head and literally burns a hole through Bole shocked that he would say such a thing...)

Axe: That's strike two Bole...all I am saying is that when I let out my past inside that ring it becomes a nightmare...I won't hold back and unfortunately Judge will be the first to feel it and then Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel! Because I am far from finished from them! They want to fight with fire...so be it!

Bole: That reminds me about Witherspoon a-

Axe: You'll find out tonight!

(Axe walks over like a man with a mission as Bole is still puzzled by what he has heard as the scene cuts to JR and the King at the announce table.)

JR: Well it looks like the Axe we have started to known is about to reveal a deeper side!

King: Yeah an even crazier...demented...nut-job! HA HA!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Achu

LILLY: His opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ignition

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Achu takes Ignition down with a piledriver.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Achu.
Achu whips Ignition into the ropes, but Ignition reverses it.
Achu misses with a clothesline.
Achu hits Ignition with a clothesline.
Achu whips Ignition into the ropes.
Ignition hits Achu with a kick.
Ignition sends Achu into the turnbuckle.
Ignition goes for a punch, but Achu counters it with a roundhouse right.
Achu nails Ignition with a savate kick.
Achu covers Ignition.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Achu catches Ignition in a chokehold.
Earl Hepner warns Achu to let go.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three, four.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
A few fans are booing Achu.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Ignition hits Achu with an elbow.
Ignition goes for a punch, but Achu blocks it.
Achu puts Ignition in a chokehold.
Earl Hepner warns Achu to let go.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three, four.
Achu hits a chop on Ignition.
Achu hoists Ignition high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Igniti
on crashing hard to the mat.
Achu goes for a chokehold, but Ignition counters it with a facerake.
Ignition takes Achu down with an armbar takedown.
Ignition runs into the ropes.
Ignition misses with a clothesline.
Ignition almost takes Achu's head off with a clothesline
Ignition locks Achu in a figure-four leglock.
Achu is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Achu tries to escape the hold.
Achu breaks the hold after 9 seconds.
Achu punches Ignition.
Achu punches Ignition.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Achu.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Achu hits Ignition with an elbow.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Ignition counters it with a backdrop.
Ignition locks Achu in a figure-four leglock.
Achu is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Achu tries to fight the pain.
Ignition lets go after 32 seconds.
Ignition executes the Exhaustion on Achu.
Achu is inching his way towards the ropes.
Achu summons one last burst of energy.
Achu submits after 14 seconds.
The crowd is behind Ignition all the way.

*DING DING*

(The Sporthalle in Hamburg, Germany is bathed in darkness as they hear the laughter of children followed by taunting and teasing when suddenly a huge pyro erupts at the front entrance and Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" blares from the speaker systems. The crowd are rather confused as they have no idea who it is.)

(As the cloud of smoke clears two figures stand on the stage and the crowd begins roaring with boos as they see Axe and Witherspoon. The two methodically make their way down the ramp tuning out everyone around them as they both slide into the ring and climb opposite corners from each other and raise their arms before jumping down and receiving a mic.)

ONE SIDE OF CROWD: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

OTHER SIDE OF CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(The two shake their heads and ignore them snickering to themselves as they wait for the crowd to die down as they eventually do. Axe begins to speak as he stands in the center of the ring looking at the capacity crowd.)

Axe: Now I am not going to waste my time bad mouthing you people but don't think of it as an act of generosity because your all still peons in my mind...I mean why should I care about you if you don't care for what I have to say. The only person that does care is standing in this ring and his name is Witherspoon!

(The crowd begins booing and chanting "Spoon Sucks!")

Axe: Now last week Witherspoon and I teamed up because we both have a few things in common. Number one I hate Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel and so does Witherspoon! Number two I don't trust many people and neither does my partner! Number three I've had a troubled past and once again so has Witherspoon! So we thought if we joined together we could put an end to Hollywood Inc. and possibly become the greatest tag champions this company has ever seen!

(Crowd disagrees by booing.)

JR: I think the crowd has a different opinion on that King.

King: Yeah and I figured something out that those two have common they both have losing streaks! HA HA!

Axe: I also thought that another tag team added to this federation would be a good idea as there is not a lot of worthy competition so to speak! I even figure we should be in the ladder match for the tag team titles however that is not up to me it's up to the management. Now that I've said my piece I am going to let my partner say his so give him a warm welcome!

(Axe hands the mic to Witherspoon as the crowd begins to chant...)

CROWD: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

(Witherspoon spreads his arms and nods, soaking up the chant)

Witherspoon: We call ourselves The Darkening, and we mean to hunt down and deystroy Hollywood Inc. We also plan on getting a hold of that Tag team gold, and showing the rest of these losers how a real tag team acts.

(Witherspoon scans around the arena)

Witherspoon: We dont care if you like us or not. We aren't going to loose sleep over your booing us. As a matter of fact, I cant speak for my partner, but I love to hear that chant. It couldn't make me happier, so keep doing it.

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

Witherspoon: So thats all I have to say to you people. Hollywood Inc. get ready, cause we are hunting you.

(Witherspoon tosses the mic back as Godsmack kicks back up again and The Darkening leave the ring making their way to the back followed by the boos of the crowd.)

>>>

JR: The Thug is in the building!

(The camera shows the door to the Sporthalle and a Taxi cab pulls up and Dreadnaught steps out. He grabs his bag as Bole approaches him.)

Bole: How is Germany treating you Dread?

Dreadnaught: Bole, this place is bad, son! Beer 24-7, and straight ghettos everywhere! Kinda reminds me of home!

(The horn of the can begins honking.)

Driver: Geld…geld!

(Dreadnaught smiles.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, don’t get your hosen all twisted!

(Dreadnaught reaches in his pocket and pulls out some bills he hands to the driver. The driver smiles and pulls out.)

Dreadnaught: Not only that, but these cats is focused on money too! I can dig that!

Bole: The Urban Legends made you an offer…

Dreadnaught: And tonight, Mafioso and the rest of the Legends will know what happens when you back the Thug into a corner. I hope Scrappy is skilled is surgery, cause someone will need to stitch up Maffy when I am done!

(Dreadnaught walks off and leaves Bole near the curb.)

(Witherspoon is walking down a hallway in the arena with a large military style duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He turns a corner and runs into Michael Bole.)

Witherspoon: Hey Michael.

Bole: Witherspoon, a few questions please.

Witherspoon: Alright, I got the time.

Bole: First off, on Friday you got the match you have been wanting since you entered this fed. You got a chance to meet Lowedown in the ring. How do you fell now that you got what you wanted?

Witherspoon: I feel pretty damn good. Sure I lost, but I half expected I would. Point is that I went in there and did my best.

Bole: Also, very shortly you will be facing "The Movie Star" Tobey Miliken in a Hardcore Falls Count anywhere match. How do you feel that match will turn out?

Witherspoon: With a win Bole. See, Tobey made a huge mistake when he disrespected me. I was cool with Tobey when I first came in here. That little attack I did on him was just a way to get myself noticed. I didnt think he would take it this far. So now Tobey will feel my wrath in a match that favors my experiance.

Bole: What do you mean?

Witherspoon: In a hardcore match there are no rules. The ref is just there to make a count. Now, back when I was younger, I used to do a little Backyard wrestling, and in Backyard wrestling, every match is hardcore. Plus my Marines training will take no small part in what I do here tonight.

Bole: Alright, so, whats in the bag.

Witherspoon: Wait and find out Bole.

(Witherspoon turns around and stares at the blond. Then from behind Witherspoon is hit with an aluminum ball bat by Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel starts kicking him in the ribs when Witherspoon falls down. Ezekiel then pulls out a can of pepper spray and spray's it in WItherspoon's face as Witherspoon starts to get up. Witherspoon falls down rubbing his eyes and Tobey then hits him some more with the bat.)

(Tai Hashi and Athena Hashi are standing around in a hallway trying to
figure out who hired The Headhunter to attack Tai when Mafioso's manager
Carlos approaches them)

Carlos: Wassup Athena? how's it going Tai?

(The both stare at Carlos with contempt)

Carlos: Listen I got some info you might want to hear.

(Carlos coughs and clears his throat)

Carlos: The person who hired Headhunter to attack you is right behind you!

(As soon as Tai Hashi turns around Mafioso superkicks him in the face then
lands the Hit Em Up,leaving Tai crumbled on the ground struggling to get up)

Mafioso: That's right Tai it was me! Me and you still had some unfinished
business and I couldn't let you walk around here acting all big and thinking
anyone would be jealous of you! Now our business together is settled unless
you try something stupid but if you do...I aint hard to find essa! I'll be
in the Urban Legends locker room.

(Mafioso and carlos walk away as Athena helps Tai to his feet)

>>>

(Kolic is seen walking down a hall when Kevin Kellie flags him down)

Kellie: Kolic! A few words!

Kolic: Ok. Kiss my...

Kellie: No, not those. I want to get an interview.

Kolic: (Checks watch) Fine, but hurry it up. I have a match.

Kellie: Ok. With people like Cash Flo and Tai Hashi returning, are you
worried...

Kolic: Worried?

Kellie: Concerned...that you could lose your title?

Kolic: Not at all! Cash is too concerned with Judge to worry about me, and I
could beat Tai without breaking a sweat! As for the myriad of others
returning, they’re not Lightweights, so I don’t care about them.

Kellie: Speaking of Tai, last time we saw him, you knocked him out with a
lead pipe, obviously hoping to eliminate him from the BMWF. Are you
surprised to see him back?

Kolic: I’ll admit, I’m a little surprised. I thought Cruz would have gotten
the job done with that truck, but he couldn’t be counted on. It is a welcome
surprise though, I need to prove myself against non-Mafioso wrestlers. Not
like that Japanese-Chicagoan-whatever he is will be any challenge.

Kellie: One final question. Sledge has returned, and there are rumors that
Box may come back. As one of the last members of TCW, have you considered
returning?

Kolic: TCW? Are you kidding me? It’s one thing that Sledge has my back, and
believe me, I will cash in on that. It’s quite another to think that I’ll
leave the success I’ve found in Prime Time just because we used to be
buddies. Sledge, I respect you, but if you had any thoughts of offering me a
place in the still nonexistent TCW, the answer is and will always be no.
Good luck, but it won’t be with me. I’ll assume this interview is over.

Kellie: Of course. Good luck against Pain tonight, you’ll need it.

(Kolic turns around)

Kolic: Hold up a minute. You don’t think I can beat Pain?

Kellie: Well, he is at least a foot and a half taller than you, and could
probably punch through a brick wall.

Kolic: And I’m supposed to be worried? You can’t hit something if it
doesn’t stand still, and I will not get hit. A team of guerilla warriors can
easily take down a standing army with much better equipment and training.
After all, that’s how America became independent. That’s how I’ll beat Pain.
Go find some other flunky to interview, I’m done talking to you.

(Kolic walks away from a stunned Kellie)

King: Kolic actually thinks he’ll beat Pain!

JR: Well, he is exceedingly confident. Maybe he’ll pull it off!

King: And maybe I’ll see Kate in a...

JR: KING! This is a family show! I’m sorry folks, we’ll be right back!

*Earlier Today*

(Cameras go live outside of the Sporthalle to see a white limousine pull up. The limo stops and the door opens. Out steps White Lightning with his signature white suit and silver sunglasses. Big Kev steps out of the driver's side with a gym bag over his shoulder. White Lightning takes a look at a piece of paper.)

White Lightning: Can you believe this?

Kev: What?

White Lightning: I have to fight that loser Asylum tonight!

Kev: When is management gonna smart up and give you some better matches?

White Lightning: I don't know, but one thing is for sure, After Tokyo Terror, I will be the NEW World Champion!

Kev: So True, and there isn't a d@mn thing Lowe can do about it!

White Lightning: As a matter of fact, I think I need to pay him a visit tonight!

(White Lightning smiles and then motions Big Kev over as the two walk into the arena as the camera fades….)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Inferno...
Fighting out of Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as Aquatic comes out to a mixed reaction. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she holds her clipboard. She walks down to the ring, slides the clipboard into the ring, and hops up to the apron. She walks in between the ropes and picks up her clipboard and a microphone.)

Aquatic: Who's ready for a paradigm shift?!?

(The crowd looks at Aquatic blankly.)

Aquatic: I'll phrase that differenlty….who's ready for a complete displacement of control?!?!?

(Still "deer in the headlights")

Aquatic: (sighs, then talks very slowly) Who's ready-for me-to win-the Woman's-Championship?

(The crowd begins to cheer in a delayed reaction.)

Aquatic: All right then! I'll make a note of that. (Picks up her clipboard and pen and jots a note down.) Talk…a little…younger. All right! Now, Judge Moody, just because I am now a manager of champions, does not mean I am not champion-caliber myself. Remember who the last person to beat you for that title was, Moody! ME! The winds are a-changing, and they will blow that title right off you silly little waist and send it straight to me! And that, Miss Moody, THAT IS FINAL!

(The crowd cheers as Aquatic gives a look of "That didn't feel right.")

Aquatic: Um…sorry, but your catchphrases suck. Tonight Moody, you should prepare to FEEL MY PAIN! (Bigger pop, and Aquatic looks satisfied.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe, the BMWF Women's Championship around her waist, and is holding her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Judge Moody raises the Women's title in the air as the crowd boos. The Executioner grabs a mic from ringside and hands it to Judge Moody.)

Moody: Germany, you all must be so proud to actually see your BMWF Women's Champion perform tonight! And you lucky Germans aren't going to see a Six-Woman Tag match, you are all going to see me successfully defend my Women's title!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: It isn't every day that a woman actually has the guts to stand up and face me like a woman. Usually we are put into Six-Woman Tag matches because all of the other women are too afraid to face a TRUE Champion like me! Let's face it, I have to be the Greatest Women's Champion ever! Just like our Current World Champion, I am a 5 time champion of this division and I do believe that is a record! So Aquatic, you think you are going to come down to this ring and are actually going to beat all of that? What records do you have? Absolutely nothing besides being the biggest tramp in the BMWF!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: So Aquatic, if you have the guts, get down here so I can pin you and retain my Women's Championship! Oh, and if you Germans don't agree with me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

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

Aquatic meets Moody with a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Aquatic throws Judge Moody with an armdrag.
Aquatic immediately runs over to Moody and dropkciks her out of the ring.

JR: Aquatic is a ball-of-fire as she looks to regain the championship snatched from her!

King: She's a wildcat, JR! And she's climbing the turnbuckles as if she was one!

(Aquatic climbs the turnbuckles, looks outside the ring at the dazed Moody, and Aquatic executes a plancha on Moody right off the top rope!)

JR: SUICIDE PLANCHA FROM 10 FEET IN THE AIR! THIS WOMAN IS AMAZING!

Aquatic throws Moody into the ring and hops up to the apron.
Aquatic flips the ropes and legdrops Moody.
She goes for the cover, but Moody's foot is under the bottom rope.

King: We almost had a new Woman's Champion, JR!

JR: Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Judge Moody goes for a dropkick, but Aquatic side-steps and Judge Moody
only hits air.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Aquatic executes an Asai moonsault on Judge Moody.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Aquatic hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Aquatic executes a bulldog on Judge Moody.
Aquatic nails Judge Moody with a back elbow.
Aquatic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Aquatic throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Aquatic rolls out under the bottom rope.
Inferno comes from behind and distracts Judge Moody.
Aquatic goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody counters it with
a vertical suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
The Executioner comes from behind and distracts Aquatic.
Judge Moody reenters the ring.
Aquatic climbs back into the ring.
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes, but Aquatic reverses it.
Judge Moody misses with a clothesline.
Aquatic misses with a shoulderblock.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with a clothesline.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody almost takes Aquatic's head off with a clothesline
Judge Moody catches Aquatic in Ankle Lock Submission.
Aquatic inches her way towards the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Judge Moody executes a headbutt on Aquatic.
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Aquatic nails Judge Moody with a dropkick.
Aquatic hits spinning heel kick on Judge Moody.
Aquatic uses a dropkick on Judge Moody.
Aquatic takes Judge Moody down with a dropkick.
Aquatic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody goes for a dropkick, but Aquatic side-steps and Judge Moody
only hits air.
Aquatic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Aquatic hits a dropkick on Judge Moody.
Aquatic hits Judge Moody with a brainbuster.
Aquatic goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody counters it with a small package
.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic executes a German suplex on Judge Moody.
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic knocks down Bart Farinus.
Bart Farinus is out cold.

King: Judge Moody's going up for the Moody Slam! This could be all, JR!

JR: Wait! Aquatic just pulled the rope and crotched Moody on her perch!

Aquatic climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
She gets up close to Moody so the referee can not see, and mists her.
Aquatic then hurricaranas Moody off the top rope, to tremendous cheers.

JR: DID YOU SEE THAT, KING! That was amazing!

King: Better than anything Trish Fattus ever did!

(Aquatic grabs the stunned Moody and pulls her over her back. Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on judge Moody!)

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER!

King: You sound like the other JR calling a stunner!

JR: Oh yeah!

Aquatic goes for the cover on Judge Moody.
There is no crowd reaction.
Bart Farinus is back on the job.
Bart Farinus disqualifies Aquatic.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody, while a few others are cheering her.

*DING DING*

Tobey: You are going to love it. Whenever you go out on a date and start to get romantic your lady friend takes off your shirt and things get really steamy and she unfastens your pants and you drop them then BAM! She see's that your BUTT belongs to me. What do you think she will think? Yeah, thats right she's going to think that Spoon plays on the other team. Your love life will be changed. You see earlier this week you promised to change my life. A promise that you couldn't live up to. BUT I COULD.

>>>

(The scene opens with Ignition walking in the backstage area tossing a
baseball up and down. The camera zooms out and shows that Ignition has a
baseball bat in the other hand. Ignition approaches a corner and peeks
around it, he turns to look at the camera and smiles.)

Ignition: You see, when the Best Young Gun was just a little tyke he was the
MAN on the baseball diamond. I could hit the ball with the big bats in the
league, but I will be honest with ya it’s been a long time.

(Ignition looks around the corner again, then looks back at the camera.)

Ignition: Alright, here he comes. Now, I for one am curious to see how my
hitting has, how do you say, deteriorated over the past few years, so, I am
dedicating this at bat to the chump known as Tobey!

(Ignition walks around the corner and gets in his batting stance, as the
camera goes around the corner )

>>>

(The artist is working away as Witherspoon is moaning and screaming through the sock.)

Tobey: NO! I am not gay. But the whole world is going to think that you are. Yeah, they might get the wrong idea with that tattoo saying "Property of Tobey Miliken" but see, thats on your body, not mine. Of course all the guys in the back will be thinking that they better not drop the soap in the shower when you're around. You know actually Spoon I am doing you a HUGE favor. I am ousting you tonight here in lovely England. And everyone knows that everybody in England is happy and gay.

Ignition: TOBEY!!!

(Tobey suddenly stops. As he turns to look who is calling him Ignition
throws the ball up in the air)

*CRACK!*

*SMACK*

(Ignition hits the baseball and it drills Tobey right in the face! Tobey
screams in pain as he drops to the ground. Ignition looks at the camera as
he walks calmly toward Tobey.)

Ignition: Well, I guess that says it all, I was aiming for the belly.

(Ignition laughs)

Ignition: Whoops, that must have hurt like hell Tobey!

(Ignition arrives at Tobey’s head as Tobey looks up.)

Ignition: Hello. (Ignition clobbers Ezekiel.)

(Ignition smiles as he rams the butt end of the bat into Tobey’s forehead!
Tobey grabs his face as Ignition grabs Tobey by the back of the neck and
stands him up!)

Ignition: You know. . .

(Ignition throws Tobey back-first into the wall. As Tobey is coming off the
wall, Ignition cross-checks Tobey in the jaw with the bat.)

Ignition: People like you should learn when to lip off to people like me!

(Ignition butts Tobey in the stomach with the end of the bat as Tobey drops
to the ground.)

Ignition: I mean, I am not such a bad guy, I just like to be respected by
little, arrogant, good-for-nothin-punks, like you!

(Ignition goes behind Tobey and starts choking him with the bat. Tobey is
scratching for a breath of air)

Ignition: You know, I think purple is a good color for you.

(Tobey is squirming to one last breathe, then passes out. Ignition looks at
the camera then smiles. He wipes some blood splatter from his cheek then
smiles.)

Ignition: Some people just don’t know when to stop. I tell ya!

(Ignition stands up and looks down at Tobey with a disgusted face.)

Ignition: Next time I won’t give your worthless carcass the easy way out!

(Ignition spits on Tobey’s body then walks away smiling.)

PA: THIS IS MY WORLD!

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

(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

(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. He calls for a mic.)

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: Hamburg, Germany. They told me I should learn the language here. How about this: Sie bevölkeren sind die größten morons, die ich überhaupt getroffen habe! (Crowd erupts into boos) What did I say? Oh yeah, all I said was that you are the biggest morons I’ve ever seen!

King: YAHHHH!

JR: I knew it couldn’t have been anything good!

Kolic Not only are these people stupid, this whole town...

# LIGHTS OUT / GUERILLA RADIO / TURN THAT *bleep* UP!

("Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine deafens the crowd closest to the speakers, Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtain wearing a guitar around his neck. He raises the guitar in the air causing a cheap pop. Kolic looks at Tai with his arms out and mouthing the words "What do you want?" Tai slaps the fans hands and walks up the steps, Kolic backs away and Tai climbs through the ropes. Lilly Garcia throws him a microphone, Tai raises the guitar with the other hand as his music fades.)

Tai Hashi: Wassup smartie-pants?

(Laughs)

Tai Hashi: Hey Kolic, remember this? (Points to guitar) We used to play it together when me and you were in The Chicago Way and Rock Star Inc. Remember we used to do one hell of a version of "Back In Black"? Yeh, I bet you do, you gave me the worst earache I ever had, even the devil had his fingers in his ears when you played your riffs, Athena's niece can do a better job than you and she's four years old.

Kolic: Have you gone crazy? I figure you have, after I scrambled your brains with that lead pipe. I played the DRUMS, not the guitar! You heard your own horrible riffs and tried to blame me! Speaking of the past, you truly are a simple creature. All you saw was a fellow TCW-member that wanted to carry on the tradition in Rock Star Inc. You thought we were best buddies that would be together forever! Aww! Well son, you were WRONG! I merely used you to get the tag team titles, and when I found out you weren’t up to the challenge, I eliminated you. With you out of my way, I was free to take the title I sought ever since I entered the BMWF.

(Tai looks at Kolic's Light-Heavyweight Championship.)

Tai Hashi: That's a nice piece of gold you got there!

(Kolic nods his head and smiles cockily)

Kolic: You can look but you can't have!

Tai Hashi: Oh is that right? WRONG! I guaran-damn-tee you that by the end of the month that belt will be mine. Cos' this month there is a certain pay-per-view I'm especially looking forward to, you wanna know why? Cos' it is right in my birth-town of TOKYO, JAPAN! And at Tokyo Terror how about it, me versus you, one on one, mano y mano, Tai Hashi versus. Kolic, rock star versus. Smarta$$!

(The crowd cheer loudly.)

Tai Hashi: What about it? If you want you can have a stipulation.

Kolic: You want a match with me? Fine. But this is no ordinary title, so it will have no ordinary stipulation. However, I require time to think about it. Rest assured that I will walk out of Tokyo, as I have the last three months, the Lightweight champion!

Tai Hashi: You're on!

(Deafening cheers, Tai goes to walk back when suddenly...)

*CRASH*

(Tai smashes the guitar over Kolic's head knocking him to the floor, bits of guitar shrapnel fly off into the crowd. Kolic is out cold and laying in bits of broken guitar, Tai's music blares as he leaves up the ramp.)