BMWF Bedlam Part II

Date : 4/12/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Sporthalle Hamburg Germany

(The scene opens in Scotty Scott's Locker room. Sitting on a bench is Scotty
and directly across from him leaning forward on a folding chair is Master Z.
Scotty and Z are looking each other face to face for the first time since
Bruisermania. Master Z looks much better since Live and many of his bandages have been
removed.)

Scotty: Ya know.... This just might be the biggest night of our careers
except for when we won the BMWF World titles.

Master Z: Scotty, each and every night will be a big night for us until we
have that world championship back around one of our waists. I don't know about
you, but I'm not going to let Lowedown breathe one sigh of relief. I'll lurk in
the shadows, follow him into the parking lot, interfere in his matches, I'll
even call his home every night when he is trying to fall asleep. That man's
career is over... he just doesn't know it yet.

Scotty: We may not even need to go that far, Z! We can destroy Lowedown
completely tonight... Ya know how he is.... He is weak minded... Always
thinkin' that he is one step 'head of us.

Master Z: Lowedown isn't weak minded, he's stupid. Although he tries to make
predictions, he just doesn't think ahead. Like I said before, he should have
ended me when he had the chance. Now, sadly, he will soon be no more.
There's no way he can outsmart me, NO WAY!

Scotty: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. That is why I said I would join
forces wit ya.... Yer the evil genious... Always thinkin' 'head....

Master Z: Tonight's match is the beginning of the end for him. How long he
wants to hang in there... how much pain he choses to endure is completely up to
him. We just gotta keep our eye on that Harry, he's young and stupid. He might
try to stick his own neck out on the chopping block trying to earn some brownie
points with good old Lowe!

Scotty: Don't worry 'bout a thin'... Harry ain't gonna be no factor... I got
the answer for him. We just need to need explain to him that Lowedown's skills
are only a myth. It's just luck that he has!

Master Z: Tonight, Scotty, Lowedown won't know what hit him. Nobody is ready
for the unexpected and that's exactly what we're about to spring on him! The
breakup of the bWo is only the beginning. The winds are changing, Scotty. Everyone
claims it, but I will guarantee that a new era is being reborn. It's only a
matter of time, Scotty, it's only a matter of time...

(Master Z leans back in the chair slowly as a smile forms across his face.
The scene cuts back to the arena.)

JR: I don't like that smile across Master Z's face!
KING" Whenever you see that you know he's definitely up to something!
JR: If history plays any role in how this thing blows, Lowedown is in for a
lot of trouble! Master Z seldom comes short of his guarantees! Anyway, let's get
on to the rest of the show!

>>>

King:I have a question for you J.R!

JR:I think I already know what you're going to ask. What is that podium doing in the middle of the ring?

King:Do you think this could be part of Lowedown's announcement that he's retiring?

JR:Lowedown already mentioned that he is not retiring King. He just won the World Heavyweight title at Bruisermania. Why would he retire?

King:I don't know, but I think we are about to hear this so called major announce...

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Both Lowedown and Flame hit opposite sides of the rampway and raise their hands high in the air. Lowedown points to the World title and then walks back towards the top of the ramp and then slowly begins to make his way down. Flame shakes hands with a few of the fans as Lowedown rushes to the ring and leaps up on the apron. Pyro shoots out from all four corners as the crowd watches on...)

JR:The people here in Germany really love Lowedown!

King:Well I guess should change the name of this tour to the "moronic" tour then! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown climbs into the ring and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and takes the World title off of his waist and holds it high for the crowd. Flame slides into the ring and playfully slaps on his behind. Lowedown walks around the ring for a moment before finally walking behind the podium and taps the microphone to make sure it is working...)

Lowedown:Before I go any further, I would like to say that you could not fit an intern under this podium King. I'm sorry.

JR:What was that about?

King:I was talking to Lowedown earlier and I was trying to see if I could borrow the podium and...

JR:I don't need to know anymore King!

Lowedown:Now you're probably all wondering why I brought you all here today for this press conference. I'm sorry about that one. I've always wanted to say that.

(Crowd laughs)

Lowedown:Ladies and Gentlemen, as you know by now...the bWo has had a successful run here in the BMWF. We tore the BMWF like a hot knife through butter and thanks to a certain jealous candy@$$ by the name of Lightning, he has brought the bWo foundation down.

(The crowd boos at the mention of White Lightning's name. Lowedown shakes his head for a moment as he brings himself back to the podium...)

Lowedown:A group which once struck fear into the hearts of every wrestler so much that they either feared us or wanted to be in the group with us! That was what the bWo was all about! We were all about being the best in the business plain and simple! We held every title that was around and that showed each and every fan from here to Mexico who were we! We were the best! That however...is now officially over and done with. Which leads me to my announcement here tonight here...IN HAMBURG, GERMANY!

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown gives a thumbs up to the crowd...)

King:Get your Lowedown retirement hat on and I think I have a bottle of champagne ready for the announcement!

(The King pulls out a chilled bottle of champagne from the announce table and is trying to pop the cork when...)

Lowedown:Tonight, my announcement here is that Lowedown has officially delcared himself...A FREE AGENT!

JR:WHAT?!? Lowedown has just announced himself as a free agent here in the BMWF?

King:Lowedown is offering himself and his services apparently to anyone here! This is very wierd if you ask me!

Lowedown:That's right my peeps! The Lowedown is bringing himself out to the bidding table and he's waiting for the best offer! Look at the records boys and see if this sounds like the deal of a lifetime! I've beaten the hell out of Scotty! I've torched Z so now he looks like a mummy! I am a multiple United States champion. I am a multiple Intercontinental champion. I am a multiple Television champion. I am a multiple Hardcore champion.

JR:Quite an impressive resume if you ask me!

King:I don't think he's done yet!

Lowedown:Not mention the fact that I have held the tag tema titles one more than one occasion.

(Pause)

Lowedown:Oh and there this lil' extra added bonus of just being the...

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME...WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THAT IS THE D@MN LOWEDOWN ON THAT BABY!

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown takes the World title off of his waist and holds it high to show the crowd. Lowedown hands the title to Flame as she slings it over her shoulder...)

Lowedown:I think my list of accomplishments here in the BMWF speak very highly of myself if I do say so...myself! Tonight, when Hardcore Harry and I step into this ring to face the two of the most self centered sonofableeps in this business...we are going to light their @$$e$ on fire! No pun intended there eh Z? I'm sure I'm going to enjoy beating the hell out of either one of you! I do have one thing to say to my tag team partner if he's listening in the back. Peep this would ya?

(Lowedown pauses as he pulls his sunglasses off and places them in his pocket...)

Lowedown:Just days after Bruisermania Harry, you extended your hand out and this surprises me to be honest. After what you and I have been through and me almost breaking your neck a while back, you still come to me like a true competitor and a true athlete here! But I'm telling you right here and right now Harry this one important thing. If you try to swerve me in any way, shape, or form here tonight...I will find you and I will finish what I started and break you in half! That's not a threat partner, that's a promise! Now, I will give each of the groups in the back plenty of time to check their checkbooks and see who is willing to bring in the World champion! Boys, I'll be waiting...

(As Lowedown is about to leave, he stops and makes one more announcement...)

Lowedown:Oh and there is one more added bonus to the pot. But that there is a secret that will be revealed when the price is met! That is the Lowedown on that!

("Fever Dog" begins to play again as Lowedown stands in the center of the ring and watches Flame slide in between his legs and poses for the cameras. Finally, both Lowedown and Flame exit the ring....)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just heard that Lowedown has announced himself as a free agent here in the BMWF and he is offering his service to the highest bidder!

King:Well, I guess I can put this bottle of champagne away.

(From out of nowhere, Flame rushes over and grabs the bottle of champagne and kisses the King on the other forehead...)

Flame:Thanks for the bubbly baby!

(Flame runs off with the bottle and catches up with her husband...)

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

JR: I’m getting word that Tyrone is in his locker room with Michael Bole.
Michael, take it away!

(The scene cuts to Tyrone’s locker room where he and Bole are standing by
the doorway.)

Bole: Thanks JR. Tyrone tonight we saw you battle it out with Bob “Box”
Bartelstein for the first time in front of cameras. You two have a heated
past that some fans may not know of due to the fact that you’ve never faced
in the ring. You two are notorious for verbal battles backstage off-camera.

Tyrone: Yer d@mn right, Bole. Lil’ boxhead t’inks he’s da toughest (beep) to
step foot in dis fed since Rakishi ate dat well-done steak from
Shack-o-Shigglers. Dat punk t’inks I play ‘round. Tyrone Smit’ don’t play
‘round! (beep) I don’t play at all, Michael Bole! Bole, I don’t play not
even da radio on a rainy @$$ day when da cable went out.

King: Ha ha!

Tyrone: Bole, I don’t (beep)in’ play “Eye Spy” on a road trip!

King: Not eye spy! HA!

Tyrone: I don’t even press “play” on my DVD Player, Bole. I just sit there
starin’ at da menu page for hours on end! Bole, I don’t (beep)in’ play! An’
Box t’inks dat I’ll play wit’ him! I just don’t play, Bole.

King: I think the point he’s trying to make is that he doesn’t play around.

Tyrone: I played once, Bole. Did ya know dat? Yeah, when I was a kid. I blew
out my knee...

King: There’s a surprise.

Tyrone: Yeah, now I’m on Doctor’s order for “no play”. I played once when I
was a teen, Bole. Yeah, I got arrested, cuz playin’ ‘round got my buddy
killed. Yeah, da judge sentenced me to 34 years “don’t play” probation.

King: HA! For once this moron is funny!

Tyrone: Da point is, Bole... Box is a dead man... T’night!!

(Tyrone walks out of the room, leaving Bole standing there)

Bole: Why does he always do this every week? It’s HIS locker room!

(fade)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore match

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

Witherspoon

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

(Feed my Frankenstein by Alice Cooper blasts from the speakers. Witherspoon walks out from backstage with his trench coat on and a military duffel bag over his shoulder as green pyros go off. He walks to the head of ramp and cracks his neck and two huge pyros on either side of the ramp go off. He grins as he walks down, as the fans boo loudly with some scattered cheering)

King: I think some of the fans are cheering for him?

JR: Well, he did a decent job against Lowedown on Friday.

King: Yea, decent for a newbie.

(Witherspoon tosses the bag on top of the steal steps and slides into the ring. He goes to each turnbuckle and pounds his chest with his fist at each one. He gets over to his corner and pulls his left arm out of his coat and then pulls his coat off of his right arm, throwing it out of the ring.)

King: YEAH! He had a tire iron hidden up his sleeve!

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Tobey Miliken comes out as "Back in Black" plays. He walks down to the ring and beside him is his manager "The Director" Shawn Rollins. Shawn is packing a black duffel bag as well. Tobey enters the ring and has a mic.)

(The crowd is booing.)
Tobey: All of you English blokes can kiss my big MOVIE STAR... BUTT!
(The crowd boo's more)

KING: HA HA! He doesn't even know we're in Germany!

Tobey: God I wish I was back home in the greatest nation in the world. THE UNITED STATE OF AMERICA, not this english ash tray.

(The crowd starts to throw debris)

Tobey: Now a couple of weeks ago at Bruisermania I had a match with Ezekiel with a man named Axe. You the know, the AXE HOLE.

(The crowd chants AXE HOLE!)

Tobey: What do you know you know who I am talking about. Give yourself a nice little pat on the shoulder. Now as I was saying. WE HAD ONE HECK OF A MATCH! And then after our match was done, in walks the CLB. Spoon runs down the ramp, attacks me and then takes off like the coward he is. I warned him about getting into my affairs. But did he listen...NO!

Tobey: So tonight in a hardcore match, I am going to teach the CLB a lesson. Tonight I am going to show him what happens when he screws with Hollywood Inc. So Spoon, walk your tired little legs down that ramp and get what's coming to you, CAUSE YOUR NEXT! ON THE HOLLYWOOD HIT LIST!

JR: Witherspoon has slapped Tobey with the tire iron

*DING DING*

JR: Witherspoon is beating Tobey into the turnbuckle

Witherspoon is choking Tobey with the tire iron

Witherspoon throws Tobey into the opposite Turnbuckle

*CRACK*

King: Witherspoon just threw that Tire iron into Tobey's skull! Did you hear the sound of that?

JR: Witherspoon has pulled a pair of brass knuckles out of his pocket

Witherspoon has run over to Tobey and hit a right fist to Tobey's Temple

Tobey is just realing from the blow

Witherspoon is over by his bag

He reaches into it and pulls out a coffee can

He pulls the top off and looks at the mat

He sprinkles thumbtacks all over half of the ring.

King: Uh oh, I know whats coming next!

JR: Witherspoon has Tobey on the second rope

Suplex! Witherspoon has just suplexed Tobey right into those thumb tacks.

Tobey is rolling around on the ground.

King: Hes getting blood all over our nice ring!

JR: Witherspoon has lifted Tobey off of the mat

Witherspoon throws Tobey into the ropes

Witherspoon just hit a big boot to the face!

King: Right into all those thumb tacks!

JR: And now he's chocking Tobey with his boot, grounding Tobey's head into the tacks

Witherspoon drops down to his knees and beats against Tobey's skull with the brass knuckles, blood spraying the mat.

King: Tobey's already split open and the match just started!

JR: Witherspoon has just slipped the brass knuckles back into his pocket and is stomping on Tobey's gut

King: This is gonna be a violent match!

JR: Witherspoon goes for a clothesline, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken places Witherspoon on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a flying cross bodypress.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken uses a missile dropkick on Witherspoon.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Witherspoon counters it with
a side suplex.
Witherspoon goes for big boot to face, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.

JR: Tobey has grabbed the Directors Chair!

Tobey smacks Witherspoon across the head with it, sending him to his knees

Tobey smacks him again, and Witherspoon sways in the air but remains on his knees

Tobey hits him again and Witherspoon still doesn't go down!



King: Look at that sadistic grin on Witherspoon's face! I told you he got off on pain!



JR: Tobey raises the chair to strike Witherspoon again, but Witherspoon is on his feet

Witherspoon has grabbed the chair and pulled it from Tobey's hand's!

Tobey is backing up but Witherspoon has Broken the chair over Tobey's skull!



King: YEAH! Splinters!



JR: Witherspoon has just slid out of the ring and put on his brass knuckles.

He walks over to the time keeper and steals his chair.



King: Now whats the Time keeper supposed to sit on. Look, there goes Shawn Rollins!



JR: Witherspoon just hit a right uppercut to Shawn's jaw!

Shawn is out cold.

Witherspoon has slid back into the ring with the steel chair

He's opened the chair and slid Tobey's leg into it, and now he's stomping down on the chair!

Tobey is writhing around on the mat in pain from the beating he is taking!



King: Witherspoon is on his knee's now pounding those brass knuckles just above Tobey's leg. I think Tobey is gonna need crutches!



JR: Witherspoon has removed the chair from Tobey's leg, and now he's driving the hard edge into Tobey's knee!

Witherspoon has dropped the chair to the ground and grabbed a handful of thumb tacks

He's putting the thumb tacks all over the chair.



King: Oh no, I cant watch!


JR: Witherspoon has just hit a Crucifx on Tobey right into the chair!

Tobey's neck and head are covered in Thumb tacks!

Witherspoon is outside of the ring, and digging in that duffel bag of his.

Witherspoon has bulled out an Aluminum bat!

Witherspoon is beating Tobey mercilessly with the bat

Witherspoon has started choking Tobey with the bat, and it looks like Tobey is about to tap out!



King: YEAH! Witherspoon has put his legs on the bat and holding Tobey's arms off the mat!



JR: Witherspoon has rolled the bat out of the ring and has started kicking Tobey's injured leg.

Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon goes for big boot to face, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken hits a punch to the side of the head on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken uses a rabbit punch on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Witherspoon
counters it with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
You could hear a pin drop.
Witherspoon goes for a boot choke, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken whips Witherspoon into the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken executes a knife edge on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken hits a dropkick on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken nails Witherspoon with a series of punches.
Tobey Miliken uses neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Tobey Miliken.

JR: Witherspoon is swaying in the middle of the ring

Tobey goes for a flying cross body press, but Witherspoon rolls to the side and Tobey lands on ome of the left over thumb tacks!

Witherspoon is digging in his duffel bag again and has brought out a coil of barbed wire!

Witherspoon has put the brass knuckles back on and punched Tobey right in the mouth!

Witherspoon is wrapping the barbed wire around Tobey's body arms and legs.

He's grabbed his bag and is dragging Tobey out of the ring, up the ramp and back stage!



King: Somebody follow them with a camera, and call an Ambulence!



(When the camera catches up Witherspoon has Tobey hanging upside down from an over head pipe, the barbed wire biting into his flesh. They are in the laundry room where they have large industrial sized Washers and dryers Witherspoon is slapping Tobey's face a couple times.)



Witherspoon: I'm gonna teach you for messing with me Miliken! Your going to have nightmares about me. Im gonna mess you up so bad you wont be able to use a spoon anymore!



JR: Witherspoon has pulled open one of the dryer drawer and grabbed his bag up.

He's taken out a long metal rod, and another coffe can.

Witherspoon has just smacked Tobey with the bag!



King: What the hell has he got in there!



JR: Bricks! He's dumping a bunch of bricks into the dryer from the duffel bag

Now he's opened up the coffee can and pulled out a large coil of razor wire!



King: YEAH!



Witherspoon: Nope, thats for later.



JR: Now he's dumping a bunch of razor blades into the dryer with the bricks.

The Razor wire is back in the can and put in the duffel.

Witherspoon has just pulled Tobey down and through him into the dryer!

He's slammed the door shut!



*thump, thump, thump*



King: YEAH! He's turned the dryer on! Just listen to the sounds of Tobey's body!



JR: The crowd is cheering loudly! How can they enjoy this senseless brutality!



King: Their Germans! They are just violent people



JR: Now isnt that Sterotypical King?



King: Haven't you ever seen German Porn?



JR: Cant say that I have. I leave that sort of thing to you.

Witherspoon has pulled Tobey from the dryer onto the ground.



King: Look at all the cuts and bruises JR! Tobey will be lucky if he ever gets a crappy part in a movie ever again!



JR: Wiitherspoon is dragging Tobey over to a set of stairs near the exit to the parking lot.

Witherspoon Has just pushed Tobey down the stairs!



King: HA! Look how Witherspoon jumped onto the railing and slid down on his feet! He may be a psycho, but he's gotta a certain sense of style.



JR: Like Freddy Kruegar maybe.



King: Exactly!



JR: Witherspoon has dragged Tobey into the parking lot.

Witherspoon has a can of gasoline and has dumped it all over Tobey's body!



King: Ouch, I bet that stings!



JR: He's lit a match and oh my god! Tobey is on fire!



King: Witherspoon has grabbed an extinguisher, maybe he's going to help



(Witherspoon plants his boot on Tobey's chest and slam the fire extinguisher into Tobey's face)



King: Or maybe not! YEAH!



JR: Witherspoon is just beating Tobey senseless

Tobey's hair has caught on fire and burned straight to his scalp!



King: YEAH! Spoonie's pants are on fire!



(Witherspoon sprays the fire extinguisher, dousing the fire on his leg and Tobey)



King: HA HA! Look at Tobey! He's bald and burned!



JR: You think that Funny king?



King: Yes.



JR: Witherspoon has tossed the extinguisher asside, and is now beating Tobey with that rod of metal.

He's dragging Tobey back into the ring and up the stairs

Oh no! Thats Witherspoon's locker room!



(Witherspoon drags Tobey into his Locker room and picks up a chair and beats it against Tobey until it is nearly bent in half from the force of the blows.)



JR: Witherspoon's violence has shot through the roof here!



King: I bet Tobey is regretting making thi a hardcore match now!



JR: Witherspoon has picked up hi TV and thrown it down onto the back of Tobey, the glas hattering over him in a shower of sparks.

Witherspoon kick the TV away and starts stomping on Tobey's back, grinding the glass into Tobey's flesh..

Witherspoon grabs a bottle of beer and dumps it all over Tobey' body.



King: Listen to him squeal, the little baby!



Witherspoon is dragging Tobey back to the ring and unwrapping the barbed wire.

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. 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 target centres on Witherspoon. The heartbeat over the PA stops for
a moment and there is silence.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. After a few seconds the lights
in the arena come back up and the music dies down. Witherspoon is transfixed
on the entrance curtain, but unbeknown to him, directly behind him stands
The Headhunter. Tobey Miliken laughs at Witherspoon and points over his
opponents shoulder. Witherspoon slowly turns around. The Headhunter charges
at Witherspoon and hits a vicious clothesline, sending Witherspoon crashing
onto the mat.)

KING: Isn’t that a disqualification?

JR: This is a hardcore match King, anything goes! You should really keep up!

(The Headhunter quickly raises Witherspoon up and executes a belly to belly
suplex, launching him across the ring. The Headhunter stands and follows
Witherspoon’s path, executing a big splash. The Headhunter drops out of the
ring and takes a steel chair from the timekeeper. He slides back into the
ring as Witherspoon slowly gets to his knees. The Headhunter leaps at
Witherspoon smashing the steel chair across his head.)

JR: What a shot!

KING: He’s becoming quite the hitman!

(The Headhunter stands and places the steel chair across the face of
Witherspoon. He quickly executes a leg drop onto the chair onto the face of
Witherspoon. He leaves the chair on Witherspoon’s face but points to the top
rope. The excitement of the crowd grows as they realise what is about to
happen.)

KING: He’s going for the big one JR!

(The Headhunter climbs to the top rope. He leaps from the top turnbuckle and
hits a diving headbutt onto the chair into the face of Witherspoon. After a
few moments The Headhunter groggily stands up and stumbles around the ring.
Tobey Miliken extends his hand to The Headhunter.)

JR: Well I guess we know who hired The Headhunter.

(The Headhunter stares at the hand for a few moments before turning his back
and walking away.)

KING: Ha, he doesn’t want to make friends!

JR: He’s all about business!

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and walks over to Shawn Rollins,
standing at ringside. Rollins reaches into his pocket and pulls out a brown
envelope, handing it to The Headhunter.)

KING: So it was Miliken’s manager Shawn Rollins who handled the deal! Ha!

(After taking a quick look inside the envelope, The Headhunter turns and
leaves, walking up the ramp.)

JR: These two are really going after each other.

King: The hate is really shining in their eyes. I just love to see hate in opponents eyes.

JR: You're a sick man King.

King: Yes I am. I was probably the only person in the theatre cheering for Leatherface during "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

JR: Now Shawn Rollins is reaching into that black duffel bag. WHAT THE ...

(Shawn pulls out a bat wrapped in barb wire. He hands it through the ropes to Tobey. Tobey turns around and smashes in upside of Witherspoons head. Witherspoon immediately begins to bleed. Witherspoon falls down on the mat and Tobey begins to hit him some more in the back and ribs with the bat. The barb wire pulls off some of the skin on Witherspoon's back. )

JR: This is getting gross.

King: BLOOD AND GORE! I LOVE IT!

JR: Tobey takes the bat and continues beating Witherspoon with it unmercifully.

(Tobey hits Witherspoon in the head with the bat some more and then hands it back to Shawn Rollins. Tobey goes for the directors choice and locks it in on Witherspoon. Witherspoon taps out.)

The cheers for Tobey Miliken are drowning out the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

(Tobey and Shawn stand over top of Witherspoon. Witherspoon continues to bleed and is trying to crawl out of the ring for help.)

Tobey: I warned you. You mess with the bull, you're gonna get the horns. Be glad I didn't do more to you, PUNK!

Tobey and Shawn leave the ring laughing as Witherspoon wipes the blood from his eyes so he can see where he is going.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>> 

(The scene opens up and shows Michael Bole knocking on Asylum's door. The
door opens and out steps Asylum clsoing the door behind him. Asylum looks
down and Bole.)

Asylum: May I help you?

Bole: I was hoping I could get an interview and hear your thoughts on your
match tonight.

Asylum: As long as you don't ask anything that Couch would ask.

Bole: Tonight you face a former commrade White Lightning. You two were
freinds when you were in Deadly Medley together. Tonigth the two of you go
head to head as combatants. How do you feel about facing your former friend?

Asylum: My former friend. Let me put it this way, White Lightning I was
never his friend. I played all of Deadly Medley. The whole group. And White
Lightning was just one of the fools that let me. And tonight I'll play him
again. I'll play him out in the ring.

Bole: Well we saw last monday that you are now to be entered in a triple
threat with Vernon Vanderbilt, and Tamer for the T.V. and Intercontinental
titles at Tokyo Terror. How do you think you'll fare in that match?

Asylum: Bole look at it this way. Vernon probably wanted the match so he
could be Tamer and retain his titles have his friend lie down for him so he
could keep his title. This means Vern is scared of something. He's worried
he can't hack it anymore. And I really doubt he can. And at Tokyo Terror I'm
willing to prove it.

Bole: Those are strong words. Tamer's also in the match how do think he will
do in it?

Asylum: In our one on one confrontations he's got the best of me a few times
but those nights I was either already beaten up or I wasn't on my game. At
Tokyo Terro I'm going to be on my game and I'm going beat Tamer and Vernon
to win those titles.

Bole: You seem rather confident in your ability for the match.

Asylum: Let me say this at Tokyo Terror you're going to see a new side of
Asylum. A side many people don't know exist.

(Asylum opens the door to his locker room walks in and slams the door behind
him.)

FADE

>>> 

(The camera approaches a door marked Urban Legends. The voices of people in
a discussion can be heard but not enough to make out what is being said. The
door cracks open to show Mafioso,Carlos,Scrappy Joe Tunny,Chuck
Tunny,William Black and Levon Jones)

Mafioso: Guys..guys..listen for one sec ok vatos?

(the room goes silent)

Mafioso: Everybody doubts us. They think we'll be gone soon but that's
wrong. We have potential here homies! As long as we stick together nothing
can stop us.

(Everybody nods)

Mafioso: Now this next piece of news should prove to be to our advantage.

(Suddenly mafioso notices the camera,looks at the others, then back at the
camera before slamming the door shut and locking it)

>>>

(Levon Jones is standing by backstage with Slim Jim
Sullivan.)

Slim Jim:  Levon Jones, tonight you go one on one with
the Headhunter, on of the major nemeses of the Urban
Legends.

Levon:  Y'damn right, Jim.

Slim Jim:  So what's the beef here?  Why are the Urban
Legends out to get Headhunter, and how do you think
this match is going to go?

Levon:  Who said we need a reason t'mess with
Headhunter?  That British baboon ain't nothin' but a
joke far as I'm concerned.  He thinks he's some kinda
hired gun or somethin'?  All I can do is laugh at
that.  T'night, Headhunter is gonna get a taste o'
reality, an' I'm gonna put him down an' out.  When I
lock on my move, he's gon' be beggin' for mercy.

Slim Jim:  You would appear to have reached an impasse
as of late though, with consecutive losses against
your former Prime Time teammates Vernon Vanderbilt and
Tamer.

Levon:  I ain't reached no kinda nothin', Jim.  Them
two got some fluke victories over me, but I ain't
gonna let that slow me down.  Anytime you go through a
major career change an' take a different direction,
you're gonna be on shaky ground.  Ain't no indicator
as to what I'm capable of in the ring.  I'm still a
big ol' bad@$$ an' I can still go toe to toe with
anyone in th' business.  I'm 6'9", 346 pounds o' mean,
Jim, an' what's done is done.  I'm lookin' at
Headhunter t'night.  Prime Time?  They can go to hell,
an' I'll be tight there waitin' to greet 'em.

Slim Jim:  Any last words, Levon?

Levon:  Levon Jones an' the Urban Legends are fixin'
to take this place over, Jim, an' t'night you gonna
see it.  And that's that!

(Levon exits.)

Slim Jim:  On with the show!

>>>

(The camera cuts to the Bruisertron, the words ‘earlier on today appear’, and we see the image of Ezekiel sitting in the outside seating of a café reading a German newspaper)

Ezekiel: The German people have an enriched society created by a war-torn pass. Past adversity has created a strong group of people, looking for the solitary truth. Now many of you watching this will be able to understand that concept. Comfort must be taken from the fact that the truth is not an ideology. It is tangible and can be attained by everyone.

Onto business matters… Hollywood Inc, we have proven ourselves worthy tag champions after only our first match. I address this to the team of Mr. Black and Mr. Jones. The talk is that your team will be meeting Team Beautiful for the titles. The truth is you need to earn your place. Tobey’s language when discussing this matter was somewhat more graphic. Mr. Black, I know that you understand this, both as a wrestler and a businessman. You get nothing for free, and we are not prepared to let you.

(A waitress places a cup in front of Ezekiel; he takes a sip and nods his approval)

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Is it progress if a cannibal uses knife and fork? In order to remove obstacles from this journey and strengthen the light, a challenge is issued to the biggest obstacle. Tyrone Smith.

(Fade)

>>> 

(The Brusiertron lights up and shows Aquatic after her match in the hallway.
Suddenly a steel chair nails her in the face. The camera zooms out to show
Jacklyn J. with the chair. Jacklyn J. bends over to Aquatic to where they
are face to face.)

Jacklyn J.: I don't like you or you little tag team. And I don't like what
they did at Bruisermania so now I'm going to take it out on you.

(Jacklyn J. hits Aquatic with the chair again. Jacklyn drops the chair and
walks off and the camera cuts.)

(The scene opens showing Tamer walking towards the catering area. Tamer
hears something drop behind him and turns around to see a broom that feel
down. Tamer turns back around and is face to face with Tyrone Smith.)

Tyrone: What up, kid?

Tamer: Hey, Tyrone.

Tyrone: Look dawg. I said dis once but I’ma say dis ‘gain. T’ank ya
t’ousan’s mon. I ‘ppreciate whats ya did.

Tamer: Well what can I say. I’m Mr. Nice Guy.

Tyrone: Dat ya is.

Tamer: Well man. Your welcome.

Tyrone: Saw ya talkin ta Sarah on Live. Funny-@$$ (beep) man.

Tamer: That was fun. That was really fun.

Tyrone: Couldn’t’ve ‘appen to a mo’ deservin’ trick in my ‘pinion.

Tamer: No kidding.

Tyrone: Anyway man. I gotta get ready for my match wit’ dat lil’ flyboy
buddy of yers. But listen man, (puts arm around Tamer’s shoulder) ...ya
every need anyt’ing’ or whateva, dawg, I got yo back.

Tamer: Same here. If you need it, I’m here man.

Tyrone: Aight, son. I hit ya on da flip.

Tamer: See ya man.

(Tamer and Tyrone slap each others hands and knock knuckle. Tamer keeps
walking as we fade.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D I-N-C appears on the Bruiserton

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black leather kilt, a HI tank-top and his customary chair and handcuffs)

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he rolls into the ring)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel pulls a microphone from his waistband and addresses the arena)

Ezekiel: Joe Tunny, once again we meet in the ring. I have been looking forward to this moment since No Way In, there will be no repeat performance of that night.

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

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

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

 
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: The two wrestlers eye each other warily as they close in on each other. They lock up, and are struggling to gain the upper hand. Tunny shoves Ezekiel back, knocking him to the floor! Ezekiel is back up, and locks up again with Tunny. Ezekiel grabs Tunny in a headlock, but Tunny bounces him off the ropes and whips him across the ring. Tunny goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel ducks and throws himself into the ropes. Ezekiel returning on the rebound, and is met with a standing dropkick to the face! Tunny picks him up, and executes a sharp neck breaker!
 
King: Ezekiel quickly rolls to the outside to escape the assault. He should know by now that Tunny is more dangerous on the outside than he is on the inside!
 
JR: Chuck approaches, but the ref warns him to keep his distance! Ezekiel is distracted, though, and Tunny hits a flying clothesline from the apron! Again Chuck closes in, but this time Tunny pushes him away!
 
King: We heard it earlier, JR. Tunny does not want to be disqualified this time around!
 
JR: Tunny picks up Ezekiel and sends him head first into the ringpost! Ezekiel is tossed back into the ring, and Tunny follows. Tunny’s going for the pin! One..Two..but Ezekiel kicks out! 
King: Way too early for that, JR!

JR: Ezekiel executes a belly-to-back suplex on Joe Tunny.
Ezekiel is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Ezekiel whips Joe Tunny into the ropes, but Joe Tunny reverses it.
Ezekiel hits Joe Tunny with a kick.
Ezekiel gets an armbar submission on Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ezekiel goes for a left hook, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Joe Tunny punches Ezekiel.
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Ezekiel punches Joe Tunny.
Ezekiel has the crowd going wild.

JR: Last time these two men met was at the No Way In pay per view.

King: Yah, and Ezekiel quit!

JR: Ezekiel looking to get a measure of revenge from that pay per view defeat. Remember though King another two men were in that match.

King: Yeah, Tunny’s new buddy Mr. Black

JR: Many new formed teams vying for the tag team gold, with the champs already beaten by the team of Ezekiel and Tobey Milliken. We should have some great matches leading up to the next big show.

Joe Tunny hits Ezekiel.
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Ezekiel punches Joe Tunny.
Ezekiel hits Joe Tunny.
The crowd is going crazy.
Joe Tunny kicks Ezekiel.
Joe Tunny locks Ezekiel in a chokehold.
Jack Slone warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Jack Slone warns Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny goes for a left jab, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel uses a belly-to-back suplex on Joe Tunny.
Ezekiel whips Joe Tunny into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits the Running Forearm Smash on Ezekiel.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

JR: Tunny sets up Ezekiel, and hits a suplex in the middle of the ring! Wasting no time, he picks up Ezekiel, and…Ezekiel with the leg sweep! Ezekiel on top of Tunny and locks on a leglock submission hold! Ezekiel has it locked on tight, and Tunny has nowhere to go! Tunny’s in pain, but he starts kicking at Ezekiel with his other leg! Tunny is kicking like crazy now, and he finally hits Ezekiel with the point of his boot right in the face! Ezekiel loses the hold! 
King: That was an act of desperation, JR! Tunny had to do it in order to keep from losing this match!
 
JR: Ezekiel picks up Tunny and sets him up for the gutwrench bomb! But Tunny hits an uppercut to the groin, and Ezekiel crumples to the mat!
 
King: The groin shot is a life save for many a wrestler!
 
JR: Tunny gets up, but he’s limping slightly. He picks up Ezekiel and hits him with a hard right hook, sending him sprawling into the corner! Tunny runs in and hits him with a running forearm smash. Ezekiel falls to a sitting position, and Tunny starts choking him with his foot! The ref is counting, and Tunny releases the choke hold at the count of four! Tunny rests against the ropes as the ref checks on Ezekiel. 
King: I think that leglock got Tunny upset! He thought he’d win this one easily! 

JR: Joe Tunny uses a belly-to-back suplex on Ezekiel.
Joe Tunny covers Ezekiel.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
Quite a few boos are audible.
Joe Tunny puts Ezekiel in a Canadian backbreaker.
Jack Slone tells Ezekiel to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Ezekiel nods.
Ezekiel is inching his way towards the ropes.
Ezekiel makes it to the ropes after holding out for 21 seconds.
Joe Tunny uses a belly-to-back suplex on Ezekiel.
Joe Tunny takes Ezekiel down with a dropkick to the back of the head.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny executes the Pain Central on Ezekiel.
Ezekiel grabs the ropes after 8 seconds.

Ezekiel nails Joe Tunny with a punch.

JR: Ezekiel woth a headlock on Tunny, takes Tunny to the mat keeping the leverage with the headlock. Tunny fighting to his feet, using his strength to break the hold. They lock up, Tunny forces Ezekiel back into the corner. Ezekiel ducks a wild right hand, Tunny in the corner now. Ezekiel with a boot to the gut, Tunny thrown through the ropes unceremoniously to the outside.

(Ezekiel rolls out the ring and is met by a charging Joe Tunny, resulting in both men clattering into the rind steps)

JR: What an impact, both men down outside the ring, the referee starting a ten count.

(Joe Tunny is helped to his feet by his brother)

King: Great resilience shown by Joe Tunny, back on his feet quickly.

JR: Only because his no good brother helped him. Tunny breaks the count, the crowd starting to get behind Ezekiel in this match. He stills seems to be popular despite his recent alliance with Tobey Milliken.

King: Yah! Keep the losers together!

JR: I remind you they beat the tag team champions in their first match together.

King: So why aren’t they the champs?

JR: I don’t know King, Joe Tunny raining punches down on Ezekiel. Joe Tunny looking to take this back in the ring rolls Ezekiel back in. Tunny laying the boot into Ezekiel in the middle of the ring

King: We’re not in England anymore JR!

(Joe Tunny looks wild as he continues to stomp on Ezekiel, out of nowhere Ezekiel grabs Tunny’s foot and executes a takedown locking on an Achilles lock.)

JR: What a move by Ezekiel, he’s turned the tide on Joe Tunny. An Achilles hold locked in.

(Joe Tunny manages to pull himself to the ropes, and Ezekiel breaks the hold. Both men gingerly make it to their feet.)

JR: Ezekiel looking to take the offensive to Joe Tunny, kick to the gut followed by a Bona Fide. Ezekiel picks Tunny up again, another Bona Fide. Tunny is tough though, going to take more than that to put him away. Ezekiel locks in a guillotine choke.

(Tunny struggles for some time, but manages to reach the ropes gasping for breath)

JR: Joe Tunny showing great strength to make it to the ropes, Ezekiel to his feet and Tunny thrown to the outside. Ezekiel out, a high angle pin in the belly suplex by Ezekiel, Tunny onto the steal entrance ramp.

KING: Pin in the belly suplex?

JR: They are back in the ring!

JR: Both competitors going all out, Ezekiel and Joe Tunny looking for an advantage to take this match. Ezekiel takes Tunny down with an armbar, guillotine choke locked in again.

(Ezekiel breaks the hold, helps Tunny to his feet and hits an Inquisition)

JR: What the....

King: TEAM BEAUTIFUL JUST JUMPED THE RAIL AND IS ATTACKING EZEKIEL!!!!

*DING DING*

JR: They are viciously beating Ezekiel down!!!!!

King: I like this new attitude Team Beautiful is showing!!!! Ruthless aggression!!!!

JR: Oh no!!!!

King: Pain is coming down now. Oh man I love this!!!!

JR: That d@mned monster is coming down to join in!!!!

King: Joe doesn't know Pain is standing right behind him. This is so funny!!!!

JR: Joe is turning around.... CHOKESLAM!!!!!

King: I love this!!!!

JR: Rey has gone out of the ring and grabbed two chairs.

King: This is good for Team Beautiful but bad for Ezekiel.

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF WITH CHAIRS!!!! THEY COULD HAVE ENDED THAT YOUNGSTER'S CAREER!!!!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
(The camera shows the inside of a dark locker room. It zooms in closer to Dreadnaught, who is sitting alone on a long wooden bench.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, when I rolled up here in Germany, even the fans over here represent the Thug! I saw oceans of people waiting for me. They were all dressed up in my gear, and that’s what makes me tic. It’s these people that make me want to continue holdin’ down the streets!

(Dreadnaught reaches down into his duffle bag and pulls out his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey. He looks at it for a second, and then puts it on.)

Dreadnaught: There is one other thing that makes the Thug tick! Yeah, and that is chumps that keep testin’ me! You know, I was looking for just a worldwide tour, where I do my thang, and break fools off! And on Live, that all changed! That all changed with the Urban Legends! These peeps thin that just because they give themselves a label, it makes them legends. Well, that just ain’t the case! So, you boys better be ready! I am going 100 miles an hour and gunnin’, and when I look down, the Dread-train don’t have no brakes! Mafioso, your game better be full tilt! Because here in Germany, I came to bring the pain!

>>>

(Cash Flo is standing backstage with Michael Bole.
Cash is dressed in a nice suit and a pair of his
infamous Gold Plated Sun Glasses.)

Bole: I was wondering Cash about Live. You didn't make
any speeches to the fans as you came out to wrestle.
Any comments about that?

Cash Flo: What was there to say, exactly? It wasn't on
television so it didn't matter. The fans who showed up
to show should have felt honored enough to see me come
out and wrestle. Promo's like these Bole are reserved
for the prime time and no, I don't mean that lame @$$
little stable running around the BMWF like a bunch of
damn monkeys. I'm talking about the Million Dollar
Prime Spot on television! Like, say, right now. This
is the time that I shine Bole, not in some backwater
arena in Second America, Britain.

(Cheers can be heard)

Cash Flo: Why are you German's cheering? We kicked
your @$$ about as badly as I did White Lightning!

(More Boos)

Bole: Tonight you face Tamer. Care to comment on that?

Cash Flo: Bole, the way you interview makes me want to
consider another hiatus from the company. It's true
man, you SUCK. But you do bring up a good point.
Tonight I get a shot at the Gold Title and I'm not
about to muff-

Bole: Uh, excuse me Cash. Er, tonight's match is non
title.

Cash Flo: What?

Bole: It's a non-title match.

Cash Flo: Non-title? Are you sure about that? If I'm
in a match with a guy with a title, then that title
should be, by Flo-tastic default, on the line. But
since you've reported this. Looks like I got some
matters to take up. Excuse me.

(Cash Flo walks away.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Levon "The Truck" Jones

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

(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 target moves slowly from the ring, up the ramp and
onto the stage, where it stops. The heartbeat over the PA stops for a moment
and there is silence. A pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig, into the
centre of the target on the stage. Pyro fire erupts along the front of the
stage.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. The Headhunter appears in the
entranceway, the hood on his top covering his head. He stands and looks over
the crowd for a moment, before passing through the pyro fire and walking to
the ring.)

(The Headhunter slowly walks down to ringside.)

JR: This man has started to create havoc here in the BMWF. He has caused a
great sense of paranoia over the lockeroom. His new business has left
everyone feeling very nervous when he approaches. This man is now up for
hire, making him a dangerous individual indeed.

KING: Money persuades people to do crazy things JR, and I think we’ll be
seeing a lot of crazy from The Headhunter in the near future.

JR: His attack on Tai Hashi at the un-televised show Live was as vicious as
they come, but I myself believe that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

KING: What about his interference in the hardcore match earlier tonight? He
really destroyed the rookie Witherspoon!

JR: That was a devastating assault also. He really seems to have come into
his own since Bruisermania when this transformation happened. Maybe he will
finally meet the potential that we all believed he had.

(The Headhunter slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands and
looks around the crowd. He gives the traditional cut throat signal and the
fire on the stage dies and the music fades out. After a few seconds the
light comes up as The Headhunter removes his hood. He moves over and takes a
microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

HEADHUNTER: So here I am in Germany, land of the old enemy!

(He receives boos from the crowd.)

HEADHUNTER: Like most Englishmen, I hate Germans, so you can understand how
unpleasant this is for me.

(The boos become more intense.)

HEADHUNTER: But, the one saving grace is the fact that I have the
opportunity to rip apart that piece of Urban Legends scum Levon Jones. Now
Jones, you teamed up with William Black and the rest of those rookie morons
and decided that your first act as a team would be to beat the hell out of
me.

(This is met with some cheers by the crowd.)

HEADHUNTER: That was the biggest mistake of your career pal. I dealt with
your pal Mafioso on Live, ripping him limb from limb. And mate, I’m going to
do the same to you right now. You see, I am working my way through the Urban
Legends, one by one, lining up each of your heads. Mafioso’s is on a silver
platter, and there is one waiting for yours Levon. I won’t stop until I get
my hands on William Black, the centrepiece of my creation. So let me give
some advice to the rest of the Urban Legends, especially you Joe Tunney. If
I were you, I’d jump ship now, because I am destroying The Urban Legends
before it leaves the ground.

(The Headhunter looks over the crowd, shaking his head.)

HEADHUNTER: I really can’t believe they made up come here! Oh yeah, I just
wanted to warn the likes of Tai Hashi and Witherspoon, along with the many
other victims that I chalk up through my business dealings, that if they
attempt to get revenge on me they will face hell like they have never
experienced before. I am the messenger boys; take your problem up with the
people who hired me. You people are victims of the hired target, not my
personal one. And trust me; the personal one is much more dangerous to have
burning the back of your neck, As Mr Levon Jones is about to find out!

(The Headhunter throws the microphone down.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter.
Levon Jones seemingly enjoys the boos.
Levon Jones kicks The Headhunter.
The Headhunter punches Levon Jones.
Levon Jones punches The Headhunter.
Levon Jones is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter.
Levon Jones seemingly enjoys the boos.
Levon Jones chops The Headhunter.
Levon Jones whips The Headhunter into the ropes, but The Headhunter reverses it.
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter with a shoulderblock.
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter with haymaker.
Levon Jones uses a scoop slam on The Headhunter.
Levon Jones almost takes The Headhunter's head off with a clothesline
Levon Jones takes The Headhunter down with an atomic drop.
Levon Jones chops The Headhunter.
Levon Jones kicks The Headhunter.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Levon Jones.
Levon Jones runs into the ropes.
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter with a shoulderblock.
Levon Jones raises his fist in the air.
A portion of the crowd is booing Levon Jones.
Levon Jones gets a sleeperhold on The Headhunter.
The Headhunter is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Headhunter is valiantly trying to break the hold.
The Headhunter manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 13 seconds.
Levon Jones hits a Gorilla Press on The Headhunter.
Levon Jones sends The Headhunter into the turnbuckle.
Levon Jones goes for a sleeperhold, but The Headhunter counters it with
a jawbreaker.
The Headhunter hoists Levon Jones high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Levon Jones crashing hard to the mat.
The Headhunter catches Levon Jones in a bearhug.
Levon Jones is struggling to reach the ropes.
Levon Jones tries to escape the hold.
Levon Jones tries to fight the pain.
Levon Jones is inching his way towards the ropes.
Levon Jones tries to fight the pain.
Levon Jones is inching his way towards the ropes.
Levon Jones manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 34 seconds.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter goes for a flying clothesline but Levon Jones pulls Earl Hepner
in the way !
Levon Jones hits The Headhunter with a spinebuster.
Levon Jones locks The Headhunter in a bearhug.
There is no referee there to ask The Headhunter.

JR: Not again!!!!

King: Team Beautiful is back again!!!! They are taking out the punks that beat them last week. I love it!!!!

JR: Rey pulls Levon out of the ring by his feet.

King: This is interesting.

JR: Rey just slammed Levon's face into the steele cornerpost.

King: Look at all the blood flowing out of Levon's forehead!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just lifted Levon and dropped him crotch first on the guardrail!!!

King: He is going to be singing in a higher pitch now!!!!

JR: Rey has a chair and put Levon's arm inside the chair.

King: Tazan Boy is on the ring apron.

JR: Tazan Boy just jumped off the ring apron!!!!!

King: Hahahaha!!!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just stomped that chair from the ring apron!!!! He could have broken the arm of Levon Jones!!!!

King: Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy!!!!

JR: Team Beautiful are laughing at Levon as he lays there holding his arm!!! EMTs have made their way out to Levon.

Earl Hepner regains conciousness.
Earl Hepner issues a warning to Levon Jones.
The Headhunter pulls Levon Jones back into the ring.
The Headhunter acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

JR: The Headhunter executes a gorilla press slam on Levon Jones
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
The Headhunter attempts a big splash on Levon Jones
Levon Jones rolls out of the way
Levon Jones slowly gets to his feet
The Headhunter slowly gets to his feet
Levon Jones charges at The Headhunter
Levon Jones attempts a clothesline
The Headhunter ducks the shot
Levon Jones spins around
The Headhunter boots Levon Jones in the stomach
The Headhunter hoists Levon Jones up
The Headhunter holds Levon Jones in the vertical suplex position for several
seconds

KING: He’s toying with him JR!

JR: The Headhunter smashes Levon Jones down with a vicious Targetbuster

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The Headhunter acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

*DING DING*

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

(“Fight Music” by D12 blasts across the PA. The Headhunter stands and raises
his arms. The crowd boos as The Headhunter walks slowly around the ring.)

JR: The Headhunter’s impressive run of form continues here tonight with a
hard fought win over Levon Jones!

KING: He’s tearing his way through The Urban Legends! Who will be next?

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.)

JR: You’ve got to feel that he will catch up with William Black sooner
rather than later.

KING: I just think that it is a good job that Black isn’t here tonight!

(The Headhunter disappears through the curtain.)

FADE

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by with Team Beautiful.)

Bole: Guys you have viciously attacked two young wrestlers tonight. Why?

Rey: We did that for because what happened last week.

Tazan: We were embarrassed by that lost.

Rey: So we went out and got our respect right back.

Tazan: We got punked last week... So it is our time to punk someone.

Rey: So in just a few minutes Justin Credible and Steve Korino will have a taste of what it is like to be in the ring with two proud luchadores.

Tazan: They will never know what hit them.

(Team Beautiful walk off leaving Michael Bole standing alone.)

HERE COMES THE MONEY!

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

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

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

Cash Flo: So this is Germany. All Cash Flo can say
about this place is this.., IT SUCKS. I can see why
Hitler was so determined to take over the world. He
had too, it was his only way to get out of these
horrible living conditions. Take beer for example. You
call this stuff you drink here beer. It's pathetic!

(Boos)

Cash Flo: Not as pathetic as a Lowedown Promo, but
pretty damn close. Tonight, I'm sorry to say, that you
are going to miss something truly amazing. I had
thought, flying in from Britain, that you were all
going to see the most Flo-tastic, SuperMega star in
the world of professional wrestling win a title he
help make famous...but, sadly, you're not. It seems
management in all their limited wisdom, has made
tonight's match a non-title match. But that doesn't
mean you won't be seeing your BMWF Hero kick a little
@$$.

(Mix reaction)

Cash Flo: Now on to a little business. I know Judge is
waiting for me to tell him the manner in which I plan
to kick his pathetic @$$ come pay-per-view time. Well
Judge all I got to say is this, a Boston Massacre.
Nothing is more crazy and twisted then this match up.
I should know too, I've lost two of them. But then
again, so would the Judge if he were facing people
like Maverick and Ash in a triple threat match or just
Maverick. Am I right?

(Some German in the crowd shouts, " You suck!")

Cash Flo: (Scans for the man) Yeah, well..I'm rich
too. Don't forget about that nameless little Nazi! Now
if you all will excuse me, I need to go prep for this
match tonight.

(Cash's music hits and he exits the ring.)

>>>

(Tamer is putting on his gloves when Kolic walks up to him.)

Kolic: Um Tamer, can I talk to you for a sec?

Tamer: Go ahead man.

Kolic: Well, I mean lately things haven’t been looking to good for Prime
Time and well...

Tamer: Hey man, what are you saying? I don’t wanna hear this bull.

Kolic: It’s just I mean we’ve lost five people. And well Vern is not
himself.

Tamer: look man. Why did you join prime Time?

Kolic: Well I mean, it made logical since. A little of the can’t beat then
join them philosophy. I mean-

Tamer: No. Come on cut the professional crap.

Kolic: I wanted to try and have fun. I wanted to have friends. I wanted a
chance at bigger things.

Tamer: Okay, well look at yourself. You have friends, you are the Light
Weight Champ. Prime Time may be down but we’re never out. I promise you
that. In fact next time you turn your head and will be back up again.

Kolic: But-

Tamer: No buts.

Kolic: Alright man. You’re right. Prime Time has got it going on. We be off
da chain.

(Tamer raises his eyebrow at Kolic.)

Tamer: Dude, no offense.

Kolic: Yeah I know.

(Tamer stands up and walks over to the pull-up bar. Tamer hops up as we
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 make their way down to the ring. They are booed as they walk down to the ring. The BMWF World Tag Team titles are still strapped around their waists as they enter the ring.)

Rey: Last week...

Tazan: Was nothing more than a fluke.

Rey: Personally, I feel bad for them now.

Tazan: Huh?

Rey: Now they think they are the rightful number one contenders for our titles.

Tazan: That is bad essa.

Rey: Botto locos... You think that one win will make you an unstoppable force here?

Tazan: Like all empires... One must fall so the other can survive...

Rey: Your's will end before it gets started.

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
At a total combined weight of 444 pounds...
From New York City, New York... weighing in at 227 pounds...
Just'n Credible
His partner...
weighing in at 217 pounds...
Steve Korino


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Just'n Credible throws Rey Bucanerro out of the ring.
Just'n Credible rolls out under the bottom rope.
Just'n Credible throws Rey Bucanerro into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Just'n Credible goes for a vertical suplex, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.
Tazan Boy comes over to make it two-on-one.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy hit Just'n Credible with a double bodyslam.
Rey Bucanerro uses a slap on Just'n Credible.

JR: Rey has Justin backed up against the ropes. Hard chop to the chest.

King: Look at the red mark on Justin's chest!!! I think he almost busted Justin's chest open.

JR: Korino is trying to get in the ring.

King: Rey sees him!!!

JR: Rey hip tosses Korino!!! Justin is coming over and Rey grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the mat!!!!

King: Rey is ruling the ring tonight!!!

JR: They tag out!

JR: Tazan Boy has Steve in the ocotpus hold.

King: Old school submission.... You have to love it!!!!

JR: The referee is asking Korino if he has had enough.

King: Go ahead and gvie up Korino!!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just grabbed the ropes!!!!!

King: I don't see that!!!

JR: Are you watching the saem match?

King: Right there in front of me!!!!

JR: The referee sees it and has kicked the hand of Tazan Boy!!!

King: That referee is bias against Mexicans!!!!

JR: Korino hip tossed Tazan Boy!!!!

King: No he's done it... He has embarrassed Tazan Boy!!!!

JR: Rey is trying to get in the ring but the referee stops him.

King: I am telling you... This referee is bias.

JR: It was a trick all along!!!! Tazan Boy just hit Korino with a low blow!!!!

KIng: Hahahaha!!!!

JR: All four men are in the ring.

King: This referee needs to get better control of this match!!!

JR: The referee is forcing Korino back out of the ring.

King: About time.

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!! MEXICAN STANDOFF BY THOSE D@MNED MEXICANS!!!!

Jack Vickery enters the ring and hits Rey Bucanerro with a chair.
Rey Bucanerro is out cold.
Len Stanley calls for the DQ.
There are lots of chants for Rey Bucanerro.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Team Beautiful!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Tyrone Smith is walking past some roadies who are working feverishly...)

Roadie #1: HEY TYRONE!!! SO YOU AND THE BOXMAN ARE GONNA GO AT IT AT THE PAY PER VIEW.

Tyrone: Dat Boxman don' know what gon' happen to him. He's in for an old fashion'd Jamaican BLEEP-Whoopin'.

Roadie #2: Man I can't wait, TYRONE SMITH VS. BOX!!! I never thought I'd see it happen.

Tyrone: Yeah well, its gon' happen. Every stinkin' night up to and including the Pay Per View you gon' see how da Jamaican Monster puts the hurtin' onta dat Boxman.

(Bob "Box" Bartelstein emerges from around a corner while Tyrone is talking to the roadies. Box is holding his black aluminum baseball bat in his right hand. Box is slowly measuring his shot to Tyrone's neck while the Jamaican Monster talks to the roadies.)

Roadie #3: Um......Tyrone. TURN AROUND!!!!

(The roadies scurry away like ferrets in heat as Bob "Box" Bartelstein sends his black aluminum baseball bat crashing across the throat of Tyrone Smith.)

JR: Tyrone is grabbing his throat and choking as Box laughs wickedly at his suffering.

Box: You gonna do what now you ganja smoking half-wit?

JR: Box slams the bat right across Tyrone Smith's left knee cap causing the veteran to fall on the ground.

Box: While you're on your knees, maybe you outta smile like a doughnut.

JR: Box lifts Tyrone up to his feet and whips him thru some containers.
Tyrone is grabbing his shoulder after he collided with a metal container.
Box charges Tyrone and connects with a running shoulder ram.
Box and Tyrone disappear off the edge of the loading dock.

King: YEAH!!!! TYRONE AND BOX KILLED EACH OTHER ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF THEIR FEUD!!!!

JR: Stone Cold is not gonna be happy about that. He wants these two in tip top shape for the Pay Per View.

King: On second thought....NO!!!! IT'S BAD THAT TYRONE AND BOX JUST DIED.

(The camera follows the action and shows Box and Tyrone in a large empty dumpster.)

JR: Box german suplexes Tyrone Smith against the inside wall of the dumpster.
Box climbs out of the dumpster and stands on the loading dock just above it.

King: WHAT'S BOX GOING TO DO NOW???

JR: Box flies off the loading dock and lands a Box Drop onto Tyrone Smith causing a huge echo to reverberate throughout the area.

(BMWF officials hear the loud noise and come racing to the scene.)

JR: Box is choking out Tyrone with the end of his bat.

(Four BMWF officials make their way to the trash container when all of a sudden.....)

JR: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???

King: I THINK STONE COLD BRUISER IS BREAKING UP TYRONE AND BOX......AGAIN.

(Stone Cold Bruiser pulls up to the loading dock driving a garbage truck. He hooks up the garbage truck to the trash container and raises the dumpster high up in the air.)

JR: Tyrone Smith is almost unconscious as Box stands up and peers over the side of the dumpster.

Box: WHAT THE BLEEP ARE YOU DOING STONE COLD?

SCB: I TOLD BOTH OF YOU INBRED MORONS.....

King: Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?

JR: Maybe you are dead after this show King.

KING: No, but Box will be! HA HA HA! HA HA HA! HA HA HA!

SCB: TO LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE FOR THE PAY PER VIEW. BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN, SO NOW YOU GOTTA PAY!!!!

JR: Tyrone comes to consciousness just in time to jump out of the trash container and onto some boxes with Box as Stone Cold Bruiser dumps the trash container into the back of the garbage truck.  Box is standing at the edge of the loading dock with a shocked look on his face with almost disbelief of Stone Colds psychosis. Tyrone makes his way to his feet, but is quickly knocked unconscious with a batshot to the side of the head.

Box: YOU CAN'T STOP THIS FEUD STONE COLD!!! YOU KNOW IT, I KNOW IT!!! YOU AIN'T GONNA KEEP TYRONE SMITH AND BOX APART!! NO ONE CAN!!! TO HELL WITH YOUR HANDS OFF POLICY!!! TO HELL WITH YOU AND ANYBODY ELSE THAT TRIES TO KEEP ME FROM TEARING TYRONE APART!!!

Stone Cold Bruiser: LISTEN, YOU STUPD SON OF A BLEEP! THIS IS MY FED AND I'M GONNA RUN IT THE WAY I SEE FIT!! IF I HAVE TO RUN THRU YOU LIKE CRAP THRU A GOOSE, SON, I'M GONNA DO IT TO MAKE SURE YOU CONFORM. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?

Box: YEAH, I UNDERSTAND, I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE A LOWDOWN BLEEPIN' REDNECK BLEEPHOLE AND I'M GONNA POUND THIS BULLY REGARDLESS!!!

SCB: WHAT? Hold on a minute! (Bruiser gets off the garbage truck.) WHAT? Did I hear you right? Did you just call Stone Cold Bruiser a BLEEPhole?

Box: KNOW THIS STONE COLD, UNDERSTAND CLEAR AND WELL, THE BOX OFFICE IS NOW OPEN!!!

(Bruiser starts clobbering Box with a flurry of punches. The officials step in and try to break up the melee!)

(Scene fades as Box and Stone Cold Bruiser yell at each other.)

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

Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Kolic

(Match Entrance)

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.)

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?

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

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain lumber sout of the backstage area. He walks slowly towards the ring with purpose. He sneers at some fans at ringside as he stands near the ring. He jumps flatfooted to the ring apron and steps over the top rope. Once inside, he raises his arms and drops them as flames stoot from the corner posts.)

Pain: Joe Tunney... You tried to get lucky Friday night in England.... But you found out that your luck has run out. Time for you to pay your dues is at hand. But Kolic... You stand in the way tonight... Tonight... You will taste pain like never before... You will feel my destrutive force... You will know why they call me a monster.... (Pain looks at the crowd and becomes enraged)... STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!!! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!!!!

JR: Pain looks like he has lost it.

King: Well go down there and console him. Afterall, you are the one that keeps calling him a monster.

JR: I think desgression is the better part of valor.

JR: Pain is not waiting on a bell. He is going right after Kolic!!!!

King: That is what the fans get for laughing at Pain.

JR: Pain just threw Kolic across the ring into the corner!!!!

King: This is going to get ugly.

JR: Pain is ugly enough.

King: Tell him that.

*DING DING*
*DING DING*

JR: Kolic and Pain square off! Kolic runs right at Pain, assaulting him with
punches! Pain shoves Kolic off, he nearly threw Kolic out of the ring! Kolic
stands up, and Pain levels him with a clothesline!

King: This match will end sooner than I thought! No time for my usual nap!

JR: Wait, King! Kolic just hit a kip up! He’s waiting for Pain to turn
around! Kolic is going after Pain with karate chops and kicks, he’s starting
to wear the big man down! He hits a standing dropkick, but Pain is still
standing! Kolic tries it again, but he still doesn’t fall! Kolic rebounds
off the ropes and hits a dropkick, knocking Pain to the floor!

King: YAHHHH!

JR: Kolic is climbing the turnbuckle...woah! He just hit a plancha on Pain!
They’re both out on the floor! Kolic struggles into the ring and regroups.
Kolic handstands on the top rope, and hits the Slide Rule on Pain!

Pain nails Kolic with a side suplex.
Pain hits a bodyslam on Kolic.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain almost takes Kolic's head off with a clothesline
Pain smacks Kolic with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd erupts.
Pain goes for a clothesline, but Kolic counters it with a crucifix.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic chops Pain.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic hits Pain.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Pain kicks Kolic.
The crowd erupts.
Pain hits Kolic.

JR: Pain is standing over Kolic.

King: Kolic is out weighed and out matched.

JR: Pain is lifting Kolic off the mat.... Irish whip into the ropes.... POWERSLAM!!! HE COULD HAVE BROKEN THE BACK OF KOLIC!!!!!

King: Now look!!!!

JR: PAIN HAS A MODIFIED CAMEL CLUTCH ON KOLIC!!!!!

King: He is trying to snap Kolic's back!!!!

JR: Some of the fans here have started chanting Ugly towards Pain.

King: Oh he is about to get mad.

JR: Pain released the hold.

King: What are you doing Pain.... Don't listen to them!!!!

JR: Kolic is up and tries to school boy Pain!!!!!

Ref: 1
2

JR: Pain kicks out!!!!

King: Oh brother is he mad now!!!!

JR: Pain has Kolic by the hair... He just slamed Kolic hard to the mat forcing the back of his head to the mat!!!!!
The crowd is giving Pain a standing ovation.
Pain uses a kick to the midsection on Kolic.
Pain hits Kolic.
Pain punches Kolic.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Pain kicks Kolic.
Pain goes for a punch, but Kolic blocks it.

JR: Kolic is trying to go for a bodyslam...

King: Pain is laughing at him!!!!

JR: Pain lifts him up on his shoulder!!!!!

King: YEAH!!!!!

JR: RUNNING SNAKES EYES INTO THE CORNER!!!!!

Pain chops Kolic.
Pain uses a fist to the midsection on Kolic.
Pain takes Kolic down with a roundhouse right.
Pain uses a roundhouse right on Kolic.
Pain throws Kolic out of the ring.
Pain goes through the ropes.
Pain shoves Kolic into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Pain reenters the ring.
Kolic climbs back into the ring.
Pain kicks Kolic.
The crowd is giving Pain a standing ovation.
Pain punches Kolic.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Pain hits Kolic.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.

JR: Pain stands victoriously over Kolic, that was a monstrous hit! He picks
up Kolic by the back of the neck...WAIT! Kolic jumped up, escaped Pain’s
grip, and hit a dropkick! Pain is driven back into the turnbuckle! Pain
looks angry, he’s charging at Kolic! Kolic hits a drop toehold, and Pain
lands on the second rope! Kolic wastes no time in hitting the 619, he knows
he has to keep this pace up to beat Pain! Pain is back to his feet, this guy
is a machine!

King: Maybe Kolic can reprogram him to lose! That’s his only hope!

JR: Pain quickly recovers and charges at Kolic on the outside! Kolic ducks
and pulls down the rope, and Pain goes flying onto the floor!

Pain gets back into the ring at the 8 count.

Kolic kicks Pain.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic chops Pain.

JR: Both men look exhausted...WAIT! PAIN JUST SAT UP! He stands over Kolic
with an evil look on his face! He picks up Kolic by the hair and throws him
into the turnbuckle! Kolic looks like he’s done for!

King: No more Kolic! Yahooo!!

JR: Wait a minute, Kolic’s fighting back! He’s kicking Pain’s knee, driving
the big man back! He’s delivering some hard blows to Pain’s kneecap, and
Pain finally falls! Kolic climbs the turnbuckle, what’s he going to do this
time? Pain finally stands, and Kolic goes for another plancha...but Pain
caught him! He’s positioning Kolic for a tombstone piledriver...wait! Kate
runs down to the ring! She had the ref distracted!

King: I know I’d be distracted! Woo-hoo!

JR: That’s not fair! Kolic just hit a low blow on Pain, and the ref didn’t
see it! Kolic is back to his feet, and he’s signaling for the Binary Blast!
Could he possibly Irish Whip Pain? I don’t think he’s going to try! Pain is
standing, Kolic rebounds off the other side...and hits it! Pain goes down!
Kolic goes for the pin!

One, two...kickout!

Pain hits Kolic.
The crowd erupts.
Kolic chops Pain.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Pain nails Kolic with a backbreaker.
Pain nails Kolic with a roundhouse right.
Pain executes a forearm to the back on Kolic.
Pain hits a roundhouse right on Kolic.

JR: Pain is lifting Kolic off the mat once more.

King: Makes you wonder if the end is near for Kolic huh JR?

JR: TOMBSTONE ON KOLIC!!!!!

King: It is here!!! The end is here!!!!

JR: Not yet... Pain just chokeslamed Kolic!!!!!

King: He is going for overkill!!!!

JR: CORONARY ON KOLIC!!!!!
Pain goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Pain!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

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

Bole: White Lightning! Have you made your decision on the Judge being the special referee for your world title match with Lowedown?

White Lightning: Bole, since the bWo is officially broken up, its only fair to have the Judge ref this match between two of the former members. So, if the Judge wants to be the special guest referee, then…that's fine by me!

Bole: Will he be able to call it down the middle?

White Lightning: The Judge should realize that Lowedown is at fault for all of this, but I'm not saying that the Judge should pick one side or another. He should just realize who his real friends are! I expect Judge to call this down the middle, being that he is a Judge.

Bole: My last question is, Any idea on what type of match you and Lowedown are going to have?

White Lightning: No, and not that it would matter anyway. Whatever match type we pick, I'll still kick his sorry @$$ the same! Come Tokyo Terror, you are looking at the New World Champion!

(White Lightning walks off leaving Bole standing there a little confused.)

Bole: There you have it from White Lightning

>>>

JR: I’m getting word that there’s a disturbance backstage. We have cameras
at the scene!

(The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Boxman is laid out on the
hallway floor. The camera pans up to show Tyrone standing at Bob’s head with
a bat in hand)

JR: OH MY! This has gone too far already! These two men need to be
separated.

(Tyrone throws the bat down on Box’s head)

Tyrone: Take yer (beep)in’ bat son... I told yer @$$ I don’t play… ARRK
ARRK!!!!!

(Tyrone walks away laughing)

JR: We need medical attention backstage! Folks, we’ll be right back!