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

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares over the PA System as White Lightning steps out from the behind the curtain with a microphone in hand. White Lightning walks down the ramp badmouthing a few fans before stepping into the ring.)

White Lightning: I'll tell you, nothing sucks worse than this whole world tour! One thing is definitely for sure, Hamburg, Germany…YOU SUCK!!

(Crowd Boos Loudly)

White Lightning: Don't Boo! You're looking at the next World Champion!

(Crowd Boos Louder.)

White Lightning: D@mn you people, you can't recognize talent and greatness! You're looking at a legend in this ring!

(Crowd Boos even louder.)

King: HAHA! The fans don't seem to like White Lightning

White Lightning: You people make me sick, this here was a perfect example of Why American fans are one hundred times better than these circus freaks in Germany!

(Booing ensues again)

White Lightning: Now, for what I came out to do. Lowedown…

(Crowd Cheers at the sound of Lowedown's name.)

White Lightning: I have come out here to do something, Just so you know I'm serious. Lowedown, you are at fault for the end of the bWo. I have come out here to put the final nail in what was the bWo. Lowedown, this used to mean something until you took all the fun out of everything! Until you began running the show alone and only caring for yourself! Until you held me back from Greatness! Until, plain and simple, you became a selfish little BLEEP!

(Crowd Boos.)

White Lightning: But now, this shirt doesn't mean jack BLEEP! I could care less about it, its worthless now! So, I have come out here to symbolize the end of the bWo.

(White Lightning pulls out one of the bWo shirts.)

White Lightning: Right Here, this symbolizes the bWo

(White Lightning pulls out a lighter and lights the shirt on fire)

White Lightning: This is what you have done to the bWo, Lowe! You burnt it down! And at Tokyo Terror, I will burn down your reign as World Champion! Lowedown, in two words, I can sum my thoughts and everyone in this arena's thoughts! Lowedown….YOU SUCK!!!

(The Crowd Boos Loudly as White Lighting throws down the mic and exits the ring.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

(Tai Hashi's entrance theme plays as he walks out from behind the curtains to a good pop from the crowd. Tai runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands and then slides into the ring. Tai jumps onto the turnbuckle and does a backflip off and awaits Sledge.)

*DING DING*

JR: Tai Hashi locks up with Jerry Girbowski, Jerry pushes him into the corner, Tai retalliates with chops to the chest of Sledge but doesn't seem to be getting anywhere so he jumps up onto the second buckle and wraps his arm around Sledge's head as if to do a DDT, Tai jumps off the buckle with a tornado DDT, Sledge's head bounces off the canvas. Sledge gets up to one knee but is met with a stiff running dropkick from The Rock Star knocking him back down again. Tai Hashi climbs to the top rope and comes off with a 450 Splash,
Ref: One, kickout!

Tai Hashi hits Sledge with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi uses a springboard legdrop on Sledge.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Tai Hashi hits Sledge with a legdrop.
Tai Hashi throws Sledge out of the ring.
Tai Hashi rolls out under the bottom rope.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Tai Hashi climbs back into the ring.
Sledge climbs back into the ring.
Tai Hashi hits a dropkick on Sledge.
Tai Hashi uses a legdrop on Sledge.
Tai Hashi hits Sledge with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Tai Hashi goes for toe kick, but Sledge blocks it.
Sledge hits Tai Hashi with a full nelson slam.
Sledge uses a spinebuster on Tai Hashi.
Sledge gets the Texas Cloverleaf on Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Sledge takes Tai Hashi down with a stomp.
Sledge throws Tai Hashi out of the ring.
Len Stanley counts: one, two, three, Tai Hashi reenters the ring.
Sledge runs into the ropes.
Sledge uses a swinging neckbreaker on Tai Hashi.
Sledge is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Sledge almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Sledge executes a backward kick on Tai Hashi.
Sledge executes a fireman's buster on Tai Hashi.
The crowd is going "We want Len Stanley !".
Sledge runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi misses with a shoulderblock.
Sledge almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Sledge puts Tai Hashi in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Tai Hashi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tai Hashi gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Sledge hits Tai Hashi with the sledgehammer.
Len Stanley calls for the disqualification.
A few fans are booing Tai Hashi, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

(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 centre of the target is set on Sledge. The heartbeat over the PA
stops for a moment and there is silence. The crowd mutters in confusion as
Sledge looks around nervously.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. Suddenly Sledge is knocked off
his feet and out of the light.)

KING: Aaaaaahhh!

JR: This looks like the work of The Headhunter!

KING: Again! He’s been out here once!

JR: I guess business is booming!

(Suddenly the lights come back up and the music dies down. In one corner of
the ring, The Headhunter is stomping viciously into the chest of Sledge. He
is relentless with his attack and the stomps continue for another ten
seconds. Tai Hashi stands across the ring in the corner, watching The
Headhunter.)

KING: It is The Headhunter JR, and man is he intense!

(He raises Sledge up and leans him against the top turnbuckle. The
Headhunter takes a few steps back then charges at Sledge, squashing him into
the corner. Sledge slumps to the mat.)

JR: We have to wonder if this is a personal attack from The Headhunter or if
it is a job which he has been hired to carry out.

KING: You just can’t tell with him these days.

(The Headhunter reaches into his pocket and takes out a menacing set of
Brass Knux. As Sledge struggles to get to his feet The Headhunter moves in
and blasts him in the chest with two sickening blows, enhanced by the Knux.
Sledge stumbles back, barely able to stand. The Headhunter moves in again,
and smashes Sledge in the forehead with the Knux. Sledge flops to the mat as
blood begins to trickle from his forehead.)

KING: He does a good job doesn’t he JR.

JR: He is certainly efficient.

(The Headhunter raises Sledge to his feet, then hoists him up in the air.
After several seconds he smashes him down with a vicious Targetbuster.
Sledge lays motionless in the ring as The Headhunter stands to the boos of
the crowd.)

KING: He’ll have no shortage of clients with this performance.

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides
back into the ring and moves over towards Sledge.)

JR: I don’t think that he has finished!

(Suddenly The Headhunter darts to the right and smashes Tai Hashi over the
head with the steel chair. Hashi, drops to the mat, barely conscious.)

KING: Ha, he got Hashi again! That’s twice in four days!

(The Headhunter drops the chair and stands in the centre of the ring. He
gives the cut throat signal to the crowd who boo him loudly. “Fight Music”
by D12 resumes on the PA.)

JR: The Headhunter has created carnage in the ring. Look at the destruction
he has left.

KING: He claims to bring hell and he did just that tonight JR!

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

JR: This man is becoming a dangerous player in this company!

(The Headhunter exits through the curtain. The camera switches back to the
ring where ring agents are checking on the condition of the motionless
Sledge.)

FADE

>>>

(We cut to a room where we see a blindfolded Judge being led in by his agent.)

Judge: I can't wait to meet this new manager Josh,...Executioner was a good guy, but the times change, you know?

Agent: I completely agree. Wait right here.

(The Judge's agent exits into the other room as an oblivious Judge keeps chatting to himself.)

Judge: Well, let's see...it's going to be a big surprise, it's a woman, and she has a degree in managing. Hmmm....wow, maybe it's Flame! Yeah, I knew that with the bWo hitting snags, she'd know what member to side with for business purposes! I always thought she kinda liked me...

(The Judge's agent comes in bringing in a blindfolded Aquatic. The crowd outside pops.)

Agent: Here you two are. Say hello.

Judge: Hello Flame.

Aquatic: Hello Tyrone.

Judge/Aquatic: Wait....

(The Judge and Aquatic remove their blindfolds and suddenly scream. They run to both ends of the room and point at one another.)

Aquatic: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?

Judge: NOT HER!!!! ANYONE BUT HER!!!!

(Judge walks over to his friend.)

Judge: Look...man, this is obviously a big misunderstanding. We have to call this off right now.

Aquatic: I know! I had offers from Hollywood Inc., Urban Legend-

Agent: Well, I'm sorry, but you two wanted to sign the contracts sight unseen to make sure everyting was set. That's not my fault.

Judge: Wait....how long does that contract run for?

Agent: (pulls out the contract) "Until it interferes with Aquatic's previous managing duties or Judge's previous duties"-so I suppose until the Eco-System comes back.

Aquatic: But they were deported.....that could be months, even a year....

Judge: (desperately) Wait....my previous duties? Could I hire Executioner back?

Agent: Nope. You only had a handshake agreement with him, so it's not a "duty'.

Aquatic: (bangs head against wall) How is this happening to me....(rubs head)...Ow.

Agent: Hey,as long as you two are together, you might as well try to work it out.

(The Judge and Aquatic pause, and then walk over to each other, begin to shake hands, and almost at the same time, spit in each others' faces.)

Judge/Aquatic: HEY! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR! I ASKED YOU FIRST! NUH-UH! YEAH-HUH!

Agent: Hoo boy....

(Judge's agent exits as Aquatic and Judge continue arguing. The camera fades.)

JR: What a weird partnership!

King: Darn! I was expecting Flame too!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the Sporthalle go out causing a strobe effect to begin creating the crowd to boo as Nirvana's "Lithium" begins to play from the speakers. Out from the back wearing a sleeveless Rammstein shirt with black ripped denim shorts, black knee pads and black Doc Martins with his hands covered in white tape holding a kendo stick in his right hand is Axe. He begins to make his descent down the ramp ignoring the fans as he pushes his brown/blonde hair behind his ears.)

(As he reaches the end of the rampway he rolls underneath the bottom rope getting to his feet and goes over to the corner where he places his kendo stick underneath the turnbuckle and then rests his arms on the ropes and waits for his opponent and the bell to sound.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Aquatic...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The Judge

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the bWo theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He looks behind him and waves someone to follow. Aquatic then appears from behind the curtains with an angry look on her face and the two make their way down the ramp. The Judge walks about half-way down 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 and Aquatic enter the ring and The Judge taunts the crowd as Aquatic stands there with her arms folded. The Judge grabs a mic from ringside as the crowd continues to boo.)

Judge: Axe, if that is even your real name. Axe...I have to admit, you did a pretty impressive job at Bruisermania against Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel, but tonight you will learn the difference between rookies and legends. You see Axe, I am a legend. I may not have won the World title yet, but that's only because I didn't get my shot yet. Do I need to even list my accolades, because I'm sure you people all know what I have done in the past! Next on my list is ending Cash Flo's career and after Tokyo Terror, that will be another thing I can put on my impressive resume.

(The crowd boos and Aquatic holds her thumbs down. The Judge turns around and glares at her.)

Judge: That brings me to my next point Axe, tonight I have my new manager, Aquatic, with me. You see Axe, she may not enjoy my company and I certainly do not enjoy hers, but tonight she will not stand here with her arms folded for the entire match, she will cheer my on and get in my corner because what she does not realize is that I am paying good money for her. And for those of you who don't know what I do to people who waste my money, well, I'll just say it's not pretty.

(The Judge runs his finger along his throat and Aquatic looks alarmed.)

Judge: So Axe, if you think you're ready, let's go but I promise you it won't be easy. I will beat you Axe, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge tosses the mic down and waits for Axe as Aquatic exits the ring.)

Axe tackles The Judge to the mat and begins raining down lefts and rights.

JR: Axe is wasting no time here as the fists are already flying!
Axe now getting The Judge to his feet and OH MY! What a knife edge chop to the chest of The Judge!
OH! And another! A third!

King: I think Axe has stayed true to his word and gone nuttier than before!

Axe whips The Judge into the corner and begins stomping away at the chest repeatedly until the referee reaches the count of four.

JR: Axe is stomping a mudhole on The Judge in the corner!
Now he's choking him with his boots and stops at four!

King: I thought this match was over he almost reached five!

Axe picks The Judge off the mat and whips him to the ropes on the return he delivers a powerslam shaking the ring!

JR: MY! What a powerslam by Axe!
Axe now stomping away at the head of The Judge with no remorse!
I must agree Axe is showing a dangerous side King!

King: Even dangerous than before!

Axe gets The Judge to his feet and delivers a vertical suplex.
He then delivers a second vertical suplex.
Followed by a third and final vertical suplex.

JR: Three vertical suplexes in a row and Axe is going up to the second turnbuckle!

King: I think he's about to take flight JR!

JR: OH MY! Axe just drove that elbow right into the chest of The Judge!
Axe wasting no time and getting The Judge back up and looks like he's going for a Belly-to-back suplex!
Nice suplex executed by Axe!

Axe grabs The Judge's legs and opens them blatantly kicking him in the groin!

JR: What a cheap shot from Axe!

King: It's not cheap! You gotta hit em' where it hurts!

JR: Axe now getting The Judge to his feet and whipping him to the ropes!
Judge trying to go for a clothesline but its ducked by Axe!
On the return OH! Axe just dropkicked Judge out of the ring!

Axe slides out of the ring and pulls The Judge to his feet sticking his head between his legs and hoisting him in the air as he comes down he powerbombs him on the guard rail!

JR: OH MY GAWD! Axe just powerbombed The Judge on the guard rail!
Axe is now smashing The Judge's face against the guard rail repeatedly!
OH MY! Axe just irish whipped The Judge into those steel steps!

King: I think The Judge is busted open JR!

Axe grabs The Judge by the head and slams his head across the steel steps.

*SLAM!*

*SLAM!*

*SLAM!*

JR: This is sick Axe is out of control!
The referee was at the count of eight but Axe just rolled in and back out to reset it again!
Axe now picking The Judge up and

*SLAM!*

JR: MY GAWD! Axe just slammed Judge's face across that steel pole!
Axe rolls The Judge back inside and he's bleeding badly folks!
Axe now getting back in and stomping away again at the head of Judge!

Axe picks Judge up and whips him to the ropes as he returns he lands a Backspin DDT.

JR: Axe now going for the cover this could be it!
1....2......OH! Judge just kicked out in time!

King: That was 2.9999999999999 seconds away from three JR!

Axe picks The Judge up and delivers a Russian legsweep.
Axe then grabs Judge's legs and falls back hotshotting him into the ropes.

JR: Axe is now choking the life out of Judge look at the hate in his eyes!

King: Axe has gone crazy!

JR: Gone crazy?

King: Good point! HA HA!

JR: Axe stopped just before becoming disqualified!
Axe has The Judge back to his feet and whips him to the ropes!
Judge returns and receives a devastating running driving kneelift!

Axe picks Judge up and executes an atomic drop as he falls to the mat.
Axe then begins to drop a series of elbows across the head of Judge.

JR: Axe now whips The Judge to the corner but OH MY! He just bumped into the ref!

King: I think Axe is going to take this opportunity!

Axe grabs his kendo stick from underneath the turnbuckle and winds back and...

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

JR: MY GAWD! Axe just hit The Judge three times with that damn kendo stick he's cheating damn it!

King: You gotta cheat to win sometimes JR!

Axe kicks The Judge in the gut causing him to double over and executes The Loner's Landing!

JR: OH! Now how fair is this?
Axe is now going for the cover but the referee is still down!

Axe gets up kicking the kendo stick out of the ring and shakes the referee and quickly goes to pin The Judge.

JR: 1................2...................OH! JUDGE GOT THE SHOULDER!
HE GOT THE SHOULDER!
Axe can't believe this!

Axe gets The Judge to his feet and whips him to the ropes as he returns he delivers a hip-toss and locks him in an armbar!

JR: Axe now has The Judge in that armbar this could be trouble King!

King: Axe is definitely desperate to get a victory over The Judge!

JR: Axe is applying a lot of pressure to that arm and the referee is asking The Judge but he's shaking his head!
Judge is trying to reach those ropes but Axe is sliding him back!

Axe continues to hold the armbar as The Judge looks as though he is fading.
The referee lifts his arm.........1.
He does it again....................2.

JR: It could be over! Judge's arm is lifted NO! He's got it up! He's fighting it King!
Judge managed to summon one last burst of energy to those ropes to break the hold!

King: Yeah but I don't think there is much left in The Judge now JR!

Axe gets The Judge to his feet kicks him in the gut and executes The Loner's Landing!

JR: Loner's Landing by Axe and here's the cover!

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, foot on the ropes.
The Judge hits Axe with a clothesline.
The Judge hits a powerbomb on Axe.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: The Judge whips Axe into the ropes and hits him with a clothesline. The Judge goes to pick Axe back up but Axe kicks at The Judge. Axe gets back to his feet and takes down The Judge with an atomic drop! Axe picks The Judge up and kicks him in the stomach!

King: He's going for the Loner's Landing JR!

JR: Axe hoists The Judge up for the Loner's Landing but The Judge slips down behind Axe. The Judge whips Axe around and kicks Axe in the mid-section. The Judge runs against the ropes and hits Axe with a scissors kick!

JR: The Judge is yelling at Aquatic now who has pretty much been minding her own business throughout the match! Aquatic jumps on the ring apron and her and The Judge continue to yell at each other, allowing Axe to get back up. Axe gets behind The Judge and rolls him up with a small package pin! 1...2...NO! KICKOUT!

King: That was close JR, but look at Aquatic...she's laughing!

JR: Axe whips The Judge into the turnbuckle and goes to follow in with a clothesline, but The Judge moves out of the way and Axe collides with the turnbuckle. The Judge grabs Axe by the head and hits him with a neckbreaker. The Judge heads to the top rope as the crowd boos.

King: Look out Axe!

JR: As Axe slowly turns around, The Judge leaps off of the turnbuckle and hits Axe with the Gavel Smash! The Judge covers Axe as the crowd boos.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING*

(Axe pushes the referee's arm for assistance or help and slams his fists on the mat repeatedly angry for another loss as he slowly gets up and kicks at the ropes as the crowd seem pleased at his anguish. He leaves the ring shaking his head mouthing off to the crowd in complete anger as he eventually leaves the back.)

JR: It seems Axe's plan backfired King!

King: What a crybaby as well!

(The screen shows the same television producer we first saw last week sitting in a television studio.)

Producer: Good evening, I'm Matt Combs and tonite we have the second part of our special series. The rise and Fall of Reno Fontayne.

(Tape begins to role showing the newly found Reno standing in an alley behind what appears to be a restaraunt.)

Comb: Reno, wait, dont leave!

(The disheveled Reno appears confused and irritated by the prescence of the camera crew.)

Reno: You've got the wrong guy. My name's Joe

Comb: Reno, we know it's you. I asked the lady at the soup kitchen.

Reno: She must have me confused. My names Joe. I'm from Witchita. Hey ya got any change.

Comb: Reno...err Joe

(The shaggy haired man begins to step closer towards the BMWF producer.)

Comb: If I give you twenty bucks will you admit that your Reno.

Reno: Sure, (quickly grabbing the twenty.) Okay, I'm Reno or I was Reno. Reno's dead.....d.....e...a...d....I'm just Joe from Witchita. Thanks for the cash. I can get a room downtown with this.

Comb: Are you hungry?

(The man begins stroking the thick matted beard with his dirty hands.)

Reno: What do you think? Tell you what you want to ask me questions? If you give me what I want I'll awnser your questions for as long as it takes me to eat a hot dinner.......a real dinner... in a real restaraunt..

Combs: Deal.

(The screen is filled with footage of Reno and Combs and the Television crew making there way toward a downtown Los Angeles diner. The next shot is of Reno with a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs)

Combs: Reno, the fans want to know what happened to you.

Reno: Life happened..... I was riding high, I had it all, a beautifull wife, a beautifull child, an insane amount of money. I got hurt and it all started to fall apart. Misty got sick. My neck got damn near broke. It hurt all the time. I couldn't even wake up without fealing like someone had stabbed me in the neck. Misty, well...she didn't make it......I took sometime off...tried to be a superdad...Lil Reno wanted to live with his mothers parents. So I did what was right I let him move to his grandparents.

Combs: Reno it seems that you were ready to take on the world. You and Dreadnaught had just fought a heck of a battle for the BMWF title. You were part of Power Trip what many considered to be the most danagerous stable in the BMWF for the short time it was in existence. You had it all......what happend.....Why did you walk away.

Reno: You dont know? come on I thought everybody knew?

Combs: I just went to work for the BMWF this month.

Reno: Fine, I'll say it....I got arrested....I was arrested in Fresno for attempted murder. I got into a fight with a fan... The cardinal rule..never cross that line. I was hopped up on pain pills and I snapped. I put this guy thru the window at the hotel we were staying at. He called me a Ric Frye clone.....I was so out of it...Dread tried to keep me straight that night but. Big Logan and I were hitting the booze pretty hard. I was arrested and I quietly did 18 months in County. No phone calls from the BMWF office! No visits.....During the time I was in jail....I lost my buisness...my son's grandparents won custody of him. I got out clean and sober.....and I was told that I was no longer under contract with the BMWF....

Combs: How did you end up like this.

Reno: Buy me desert and well talk about it.....

(Combs is shown back in the television studio)

Combs: Fans tune in next week for the final segment in The rise and Fall of Reno Fontayne.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

(The lights in the arena turn off. A blinding flash relights the room with a
thunderous boom. Blue strobe lights flash over the crowd "Releasing the
Demons" By Godsmack hits the PA system. Asylum erupts from behind the
curtain out onto the the stage. He recieves an explosive reaction from the
fans. Asylum storms around on the stage for a few secodn then heads down the
ramp. He slides in the ring and jumps onto a turnbuckle. Asylum beats on his
chest as pyro fires off into the air off other turnbuckles. Asylum looks
around at the crowd and hops of the turnbuckle. And waits for the match to
start.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

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". Walking out behind him is Big Kev Nash wearing a full black suit.)

JR: We are just about ready to get into our next match between White Lightning and Asylum

(White Lightning continues to walk down the ramp before entering the ring. White Lightning enters the ring and walks to the middle where he removes his robe and tosses it to the outside of the ring. The Lights come back on as White Lightning is standing in the ring awaiting the start of the match.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
White Lightning whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum hits White Lightning with a kick.
Asylum covers White Lightning.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Asylum hits a piledriver on White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum beats on his chest.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum hoists White Lightning high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sen
ds White Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum takes White Lightning down with a spinebuster.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Asylum.
Asylum goes for neckbreaker, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits a chop on Asylum.
White Lightning nails Asylum with a standing sidekick.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a shoulderblock.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
White Lightning is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a kick.
White Lightning covers Asylum.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum smacks White Lightning with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum beats on his chest.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum goes for a piledriver, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a drop toehold.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a standing sidekick.
White Lightning hits a Russian legsweep on Asylum.
A few fans are booing White Lightning, while a few others are cheering him.
White Lightning covers Asylum.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning goes for a snap suplex, but Asylum counters it with
a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Asylum executes a brainbuster on White Lightning.
Asylum hoists White Lightning high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Whit
e Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum goes for a backbreaker, but White Lightning counters it with a facerake.
White Lightning nails Asylum with a bodyslam.
White Lightning goes for a double arm DDT, but Asylum counters it with
a backdrop.
Asylum goes for a vertical suplex, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a chop.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a Russian legsweep.
A few fans are booing White Lightning, while a few others are cheering him.
White Lightning throws Asylum out of the ring.
White Lightning goes outside.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the guardrail.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a Russian legsweep.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the guardrail.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a snap suplex.
White Lightning reenters the ring.
Asylum follows him back in.
Asylum brings the table into the ring.
Asylum goes for a piledriver, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits a German suplex on Asylum.
White Lightning goes for a moonsault, but Asylum rolls out of the way.
Asylum goes for a vertical suplex, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a Northern Lights suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Asylum gives him the Clothesline From Hell.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

JR: Asylum seems to have the upper hand now

Asylum connects with a suplex on White Lightning
Asylum lifts White Lightning to his feet
Asylum drops White Lightning with a DDT
Asylum stomps on White Lightning for a moment before letting off

JR: King, Asylum is taking it to White Lightning

Asylum lifts White Lightning to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes
Asylum attempts a clothesline, but White Lightning ducks and…
Connects with the Bolt

JR: Out of nowhere White Lightning connecting with the Bolt!

White Lightning makes the cover and hooks the leg

White Lightning goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
White Lightning is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

JR: A highly contested battle, but White Lightning comes out on top. We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage in the Prime Time locker room where Tamer is
standing alone in the middle of the room. Tamer is in his wrestling gear and
has his title around his waist. Tame looks at the camera.)

Tamer: The world tour continues. Tonight we grace Germany with Monday Night
Bedlam. I know we got a fired up crowd. I know everyone in this building is
loving every second of this. Tonight I face Cash Flo on the road to the big
event of this tour, Tokyo Terror.

(Tamer cracks his knuckles.)

Tamer: Cash you’ve been back now, what a week? Two weeks perhaps. What have
you done? Cause all I’ve heard you do is moan and complain about everything.
It’s all about , this isn’t good enough for me, or I‘m royalty. As far as
I’m concerned right now Cash, you’re nothing. You just got back. You’ve got
to reprove yourself and all this crying aint gonna help you. Not to mention
if you’re not complaining, you’re babbling on and on. I feel like a Chinese
student trying to listen to an American English teacher.

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: But I guess all of that doesn’t really matter. No. What matters is
what happens in that ring. Cash you and I don’t have the best history. In
fact we have a lot of bad history. I’ve never liked you and you’ve never
liked me. You disappeared in a big fit. Now you’re back to try and reclaim
your status. Now you’re trying to re-spark you’re career. Well sorry big
boy. Not gonna happen. At least it won’t be easy. No one’s gonna just let
your pretty boy @$$ waltz back in here and rise to the top. I mean you’re
dealing with the best competition. This is the greatest talent. I mean look
around Cash. It’s not an easy path. You faced your jobbers. You well LOST to
Ezekiel. The rookie beat you. Live left you with a big L. You were defeated.
Sure it was by disqualification, but I mean come on. Do you really think you
can beat me tonight?

(Tamer shakes his head no.)

Tamer: While you were away spending money and sitting on a fine Corinthian
leather couch. I was training, I was moving forward. While you were trying
to pick up chicks at bars, I was picking up big wins. You we’re gold
platting your wheels, I was winning my Gold Belt. You were begging Bruiser
to come back I was defending my belt left and right. You returned on the
night I won at my second Bruisermania. In fact you interfered in my match.
So tonight you get what you deserve. Tonight I give you a proper welcome
back. This welcome back doesn’t include banners and balloons. Oh No. This
welcome back includes rights and lefts. Suplexes. This return is a nice BMWF
style beating. This match tonight will remind you what this place is all
about. No one goes easy, No one gives an inch. Everyone fights their hearts
out every night. They do it for the fans, for the adrenaline rush, they do
it for that satisfaction you can find no where else. The unexplainable rush
of being in front of a crowd of ten’s of thousands of people. That feeling
of pushing yourself to the limit. The explosion on the inside win you beat
your opponent. Cash you’ve been gone a long time. Now its you’re first real
match back on Bedlam. All you got to do is prepare. That’s it Cash...

(Tamer clears his throat and stares deeply into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

PA: CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION…TO MY GANGSTA NATION!

(“Gangsta Nation” by Westside Connection begins blasting through arena. The Bruiser-tron shows an image of a globe spinning. It slows down and stops over California. The outline of California glows red and then the red spreads throughout the USA. Suddenly pyro explodes from stage and Dreadnaught emerges on stage. He holds his hands high into the air and points to the ring.)

JR: Dreadnaught is calling Mafioso down already!

(Dreadnaught sprints down to the ring and the ref cuts him off after he slides under the ring and goes straight at Mafioso.)

King: The ref is holding Dread back!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
From Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

(Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm starts to boom over the PA system. The Bruisertron
lights up showing the words ABOVE THE LAW in old english letters scroll
across the screen followed by the URBAN LEGENDS logo. Mafioso walks out
accompanied by his manager Carlos and Urban Legends stalemate William Black.
All three are wearing there fedoras out to the ring)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Dreadnaught and Mafioso tie up!

Dreadnaught tosses Mafioso to the mat and poses!

King: Dreadnaught is showing off for all our fans!

JR: Mafioso is getting frustrated!

He gets to his feet and charges Dreadnaught.

Dreadnaught moves and shoves Dreadnaught against the ropes.

Dreadnaught spins and catches Mafioso with a spear.

Dreadnaught kicks away at Mafioso and rolls him out of the ring.

Dreadnaught grabs the top rope and hits a plancha on Mafioso!

Dreadnaught gets to his feet and poses on the second turnbuckle.

King: Mafioso is back in the ring!

JR: Mafioso uses a T-Bone Suplex on Dreadnaught.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
Mafioso is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Mafioso.
Dreadnaught goes for a scissor kick, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso hits a spinebuster on Dreadnaught.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Mafioso.
Mafioso executes floatover DDT on Dreadnaught.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Mafioso.
Mafioso takes Dreadnaught down with a missile dropkick.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Mafioso throws Dreadnaught out of the ring.
Mafioso goes through the ropes.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez comes from behind and distracts Dreadnaught.
Mafioso throws Dreadnaught into the guardrail.
Mafioso goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Dreadnaught counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Dreadnaught gets back into the ring.
Mafioso rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Dreadnaught nails Mafioso with a belly-to-belly suplex.

JR: Dreadnaught leaps over Mafioso and stands behind him.

King: Mafioso turns around!

JR: SUPERKICK!

It sends Mafioso to the ground.

Dreadnaught pulls Mafioso up and grabs his head.

Dreadnaught lifts him high up in the air and slams him down with a Dread-bomb!

King: That crushed Mafioso!

JR: Dreadnaught with a cover.

1…2…foot on the rope!

JR: Dreadnaught is smirking!

King: He couldn’t believe that Mafioso got out of that one!

JR: Dreadnaught executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Mafioso.
Dreadnaught hits Mafioso with an uppercut.
Dreadnaught takes Mafioso down with a scissor kick.
Dreadnaught goes for a wristlock, but Mafioso reverses it.
Dreadnaught is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dreadnaught gets ahold of the ropes after being locked up for 8 seconds.
Mafioso goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Dreadnaught blocks it.

JR: Dreadnaught avoids the clothesline from Mafioso!

Dreadnaught catches him off the ropes with a powerslam!

King: Dreadnaught leaps up!

JR: Dreadnaught immediately leaps to the top rope!

Dreadnaught points down at Mafioso!

Dreadnaught leaps and connects with the LA Hangover.

The fans are on their feet!

Dreadnaught with a cover.

Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez enters the ring and hits Dreadnaught with
a chair.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Mafioso.
Al Johnson disqualifies Mafioso.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dreadnaught!

JR: Dreadnaught is back into the ring with a chair!

King: Dreadnaught has some bad intentions!

JR: Mafioso is about to turn around!

King: The Urban Legends are out!

(Black, Tunny, and Jones rush from the back and slide into the ring.)

JR: Dreadnaught bails out of the ring!

King: The Urban Legends are watching out for their members!

(Dreadnaught walks up the ramp and stares right into the ring. Dreadnaught makes the “cut throat” sign before walking back through the curtain.)

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room.
Vernon is sitting at his vanity, looking frustrated.
Tamer is doing one-armed push ups nearby. He takes a
break and looks over at Vernon, who releases an
exasperated sigh.)

Tamer: What's wrong, buddy?

Vernon: I can't get my makeup right tonight. Nothing
I do looks good.

Tamer: Maybe you just need some more light?

Vernon: Maybe I just need to stop wearing makeup.
I've lost my knack, Tamer. I might just have to hire
someone to do it for me.

Tamer: I thought you loved doing your own makeup
though.

Vernon: I do, but I think I've hit a block. Makeup
artist's block, or something.

(Vernon drops his eyebrow pencil and rests his head on
the table top. Tamer walks over to him and sits
beside him.)

Tamer: This isn't just about makeup, is it?

(Vernon looks up at Tamer wearily.)

Vernon: Is it ever?

Tamer: What's really bothering you? I know you're
still down about the Levon thing, but surely you
should be getting back into the swing of things by
now.

Vernon: It goes beyond Levon, Tamer. Yes, I'm still
hurt by his betrayal, and the fact that I didn't even
see it coming. But it's like...I dunno.I feel like
I'm losing my passion.

Tamer: What do you mean, Vernon?

Vernon: I'm really starting to doubt my place in the
BMWF. Prime Time is falling apart before my eyes, and
I feel helpless to stop it. Nothing seems to be
working right anymore, like life is just a broken
machine. I'm wondering if I've made the right career
choice after all.

Tamer: That's crazy! You're one of the most
successful wrestlers on the roster right now, and
you've got a world of opportunity ahead of you.
You'll probably be world champion before the year is
over.

Vernon: But that's just it. I don't care. I'm a
double champion, the fastest rising star in years, and
I'm on the verge of hitting a peak, but it doesn't
really mean anything to me. I'm starting to feel like
people are taking me for granted.

Tamer: Vernon. You know we still appreciate you in
Prime Time.

Vernon: Not you guys. You're my family here, and I
love you to death. But everybody else. It's like,
it's gotten to the point where.like, I've reached a
plateau or something. I feel like people have come to
expect so much of me that I'm no longer excellent.
I'm just.reliable. I don't want to be reliable
anymore. I want to exceed people's expectations
again, Tamer. I want things to be like they were when
I first started. I want to triumph against the odds.
I want people to sit up and take notice. I want to
feel like people care again. Even when everyone hated
me, that was better than where I'm at right now.

Tamer: Don't say that.

Vernon: It's true though. At least back then, I had
the satisfaction of succeeding regardless of what
people wanted from me. The entire world was against
me, and no one wanted to see me make it, but I did
anyway. And now that I've had the masses behind me
for a while, it's like I've become just another face
on this show. I want to stand out again, Tamer. I
want to get people talking.

Tamer: They do talk, Vernon. You know you've got a
lot of respect around here. Even the people who don't
like you recognize your talents, and everyone knows
that when they have a match with you, it's going to be
memorable.

Vernon: Is it? Looking back at my work in the past
few months, it feels like I've been running on
auto-pilot. Sure, it's been passable, but the fire is
gone. It feels like the furnace is out of fuel.

Tamer: Maybe you just need to regroup. You've been
running yourself ragged for the last year and four
months. You should just take some time and relax.
Even at the house, you're always making calls, sending
e-mails, putting together events and the like. You
never sit still, Vernon. Anyone would get burnt out
working at the pace that you do.

Vernon: Hell, if you ask me, you've been doing the
real work. You're the one who keeps Prime Time alive.
But I don't want to burn out, Tamer. I don't want my
star to disappear before its time. Sometimes, I'm
afraid I'll end up dead in a hotel room somewhere, and
there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Tamer: Don't talk like that.

Vernon: Pillman, Hennig, Bulldog.Vanderbilt.

Tamer: Stop it, Vernon. I'm not gonna listen to
this.

Vernon: Fine.

Tamer: You should just focus on your match tonight.
You've got a tough challenge, facing Tyrone Smith in a
Castro Street Brawl. You need to be at your best,
because you know damn well he will be.

Vernon: I know.

Tamer: So why don't you go out there and do what you
do best. Put on a show that leaves the crowd begging
for more. You are a superstar, Vernon. Nothing's
gonna change that.

Vernon: Maybe.

Tamer: Definitely.

(Vernon nods and stares into the mirror.)

Tamer: I tell you what. I'll go find a makeup
technician, and get someone to help you with this, so
you can focus on your match instead.

(Tamer stands and starts to leave.)

Vernon: No. I can do it. Thanks anyway though.

Tamer: No problem.

Vernon: Do you think you could give me some time to
myself though?

Tamer: Absolutely, Vern. I'll be at the catering
table if you need me.

Vernon: Thanks.

(Tamer exits as Vernon goes back to applying his
makeup.)

FADE OUT

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

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

Cash Flo

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

The BMWF Gold Belt Champion...
Tamer

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

PA: One Two Three Go!

( A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud
of smoke. Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. Tamer runs out onto the
stage. Tamer waves his arms for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck.
Tamer runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer slide in the ring
and hops up , Tamer takes his title and rises it in the air as water shoots
from the turnbuckles.. Tamer drops it on his shoulder and pats it pointing
to the crowd.. Tamer hands his belt to the ref. And goes to stand in one
corner.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Cash Flo goes for a bulldog, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer throws Cash Flo out of the ring.
Tamer goes outside.
Tamer executes the The Whip on Cash Flo on the concrete floor.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Cash Flo is out cold.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Tamer shoves Cash Flo into the guardrail.
Tamer throws Cash Flo back into the ring.

JR: Tamer just pushed Cash Flo into the ref. Cash Flo is down along with the
referee.

King: Hey who's that?

JR: That's Asylum King. And he has a steel chair.

*CRASH*

King: Asylum just nailed Tamer with that steel chair.

JR: Tamer's out cold. Asylum is still attacking Tamer with the chair. He
finally threw the chair out the ring.

King: Asylum is grabbing Cash Flo and putting him on top of Tamer.

JR: Not like this. Asylum's waking the referre up.
Rick Patrick disqualifies Cash Flo.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

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

Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
From San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion... the BMWF TV Champion...
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Tyrone Smith

(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. A large Jamaican flag drops over 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 and the flag drops. Tyrone is standing on the
stage with his arms out)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith is jumping up and down in excitement on
the stage. He walks down to the ring, enters it and grabs Lilly's mic)

Tyrone: Son... All I gotta say is...

*POP*

JR: TYRONE JUST NAILED VERNON IN THE HEAD WITH THE MIC!

Tyrone: Masta Z taught me dat!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tyrone Smith goes for a front slam, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a roundhouse right.
Vernon Vanderbilt kicks Tyrone Smith.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Tyrone Smith kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
Tyrone Smith has the crowd going wild.
Tyrone Smith kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
Tyrone Smith smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating short clothesline .
Tyrone Smith goes for the torture rack, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a spinebuster.
Tyrone Smith slowly rolls out under the bottom rope.
He returns with a bullrope.
Tyrone Smith uses a brainbuster on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tyrone Smith hits him with the bullrope.
The crowd is behind Tyrone Smith all the way.
Tyrone Smith goes for a snap suplex, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Tyrone Smith with an enzuigiri.
Vernon Vanderbilt seemingly enjoys the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt takes Tyrone Smith down with an enzuigiri.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a kneedrop on Tyrone Smith.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
Vernon Vanderbilt seemingly enjoys the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a DDT, but Tyrone Smith counters it with a backdrop.
In turn, Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with a sunset flip.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a DDT, but Tyrone Smith blocks it.
Tyrone Smith goes for a full nelson slam, but Vernon Vanderbilt
counters it with a backward kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt catches Tyrone Smith in a chokehold.
Tyrone Smith breaks the hold after 9 seconds.
Tyrone Smith punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
Tyrone Smith hits Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is going crazy.
Vernon Vanderbilt kicks Tyrone Smith.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a spear on Tyrone Smith.
Vernon Vanderbilt locks Tyrone Smith in a chokehold.
Tyrone Smith is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tyrone Smith is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tyrone Smith breaks the hold after 10 seconds.
Tyrone Smith hangs him with a bullrope.
Tyrone Smith executes a front slam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating flying clothesline .
Vernon Vanderbilt begs off.
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith smacks Vernon Vanderbilt with a devastating flying clothesline .
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes an enzuigiri on Tyrone Smith.
Vernon Vanderbilt is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a kneedrop on Tyrone Smith.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a Russian legsweep, but Tyrone Smith
counters it with an elbowsmash.
Tyrone Smith throws Vernon Vanderbilt out of the ring.
Tyrone Smith rolls out under the bottom rope.
Tyrone Smith throws Vernon Vanderbilt into the ringsteps.
Tyrone Smith knocks Vernon Vanderbilt into the ringsteps.
Tyrone Smith clears the announcers' table.
Tyrone Smith shoves Vernon Vanderbilt into the guardrail.
Tyrone Smith sets up Vernon Vanderbilt on the announcers' table.
Tyrone Smith tries to drive Vernon Vanderbilt through the table with
a brainbuster, but he blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt shoves Tyrone Smith into the guardrail.
Vernon Vanderbilt throws Tyrone Smith into the guardrail.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a Russian legsweep, but Tyrone Smith
counters it with an elbowsmash.
Tyrone Smith sets up Vernon Vanderbilt on the announcers' table.
Tyrone Smith tries to drive Vernon Vanderbilt through the table with
a brainbuster, but he blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt smacks Tyrone Smith with a devastating cartwheel clothesline .
Vernon Vanderbilt gets back into the ring.
Tyrone Smith follows him back in.
Tyrone Smith brings the table into the ring.
Vernon Vanderbilt gives the sign for the End of the End.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for the End of the End, but he can't do it.
Tyrone Smith sets up Vernon Vanderbilt on the announcers' table.
Tyrone Smith executes a brainbuster through the table.
The table is broken in half.
The crowd erupts.
Vernon Vanderbilt begs off.
Tyrone Smith gives the sign for the Ganja Drop.
Tyrone Smith executes the Ganja Drop on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd erupts.
Tyrone Smith goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.

*DING DING*

(Lowedown is seen sitting in his new locker room as he slowly looks around for a moment and then drops his bags on the floor...)

Lowedown:Here we are in Germany baby. This is one classy kind of place.

Flame:You're telling me. Everyone has been extremely nice to me.

Lowedown:Well, that's because you have nice BLEEPS!

Flame:You are one twisted pervert!

Lowedown:That's why you married me right?

Flame:Exactly baby. So, what's the deal with tonight's match up? We got Harry in a tag team match up?

Lowedown:I don't know baby. What I do know is he'd better live up to his end of the match or else he'll think what I did to him the last time was just a playfight.

Flame:Why don't you give him a chance?

Lowedown:Give him a chance? It seems like almost everyone I give a chance to ends up stabbing me in the back. Just like Whitey did baby. He screwed me and the fans out of the biggest group today and I will make sure he pays for messing up the biggest franchise this side of the wrestling business! Punks like that deserve the wrath of all the fans he screwed over! And when Tokyo Terror comes around the corner, I'm going to wipe the floor with him and show why I am the World champion.

Flame:I'm cool with that.

(As they sit down, Michael Bole knocks on the door and sticks his head in. Lowedown looks up and motions for Bole to walk in. Flame pulls out a baseball bat from her bag and tosses it to her husband...)

Lowedown:This is a good one baby. It's nice and aluminum.

Flame:One of my favorites. How are you doing Michael?

Bole:I'm doing well thank you. I wanted to ask you a question about this past Live and your match up against Witherspoon.

Lowedown:What about it?

Bole:At the end of the match, you wrapped a bWo t-shirt around the head of Witherspoon. Why did you do that?

Lowedown:Why? Look, I know Spoonie talked alot of trash and tried to get me into the ring and he even got a few good shots in. The one thing he did is show some respect for the World champion and even though I busted him why open, I wrapped him up to stop the bleeding. Spoon, he's not a bad kid. Hopefully he'll remember that next time and he may someday have the Lowedown to back him up. I'm not guaranteeing that, but who knows Bole.

Bole:Tonight, you are facing the most devastating team possibly in the business here tonight in the team of Scotty Scott and Master Z. Both men who have shown a great amount of hatred towards you as of late. What are your...

Lowedown:Plans? You're asking me about plans? Bole, you should know by now that I have no plan except to fight for my life here tonight! But you know the funny thing about all this?

Bole:What's that?

Lowedown:I'm looking forward to the fight. As long as Harry keeps his side of the match, then I'll come out of this one still breathing. Know what I mean?

Bole:What about White Lightning?

Lowedown:Lightning? I'm looking forward to Tokyo Terror and his head on a platter! Now, if you'll excuse me Bole...I have to get adjusted to my new locker room.

(Lowedown rises up and shakes hands with Michael Bole as he and the camera crew leaves...)

Flame:You're worried about tonight?

Lowedown:I'm worried just a bit. Worried about what hospital those two are going to tonight. I'm not to familiar with Germany.

Flame:Ugh!

fade...

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

From Cleveland, Ohio... weighing in at 288 pounds...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" plays throughout the arena as Master Z slowly struts out from
behind the curtain. Z flexes as several spotlights focus on him.)

JR: Master Z looks more like his good old self this week, King!

JR: I hate to think what this means for Lowedown... Master Z at 100% teaming
up with Scotty Scotty could definitely be a lethal combination!

(Master Z stops on the stage and turns back to curtain. He points towards
the entranceway and the spotlights follow suit. Soon, Scotty Scott emerges and
takes his rightful place beside Master Z!)

LILLY: His partner...
From Sturgis, SD... weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott

JR: It's been a long time since Master Z has walked down to the ring side by
side with another wrestler! It's an oddity when Master Z trusts anyone!

(The two of them continue to walk down to the ring. After sliding in
underneath the bottom rope they huddle up as if deciding on a game plan.)

JR: These two just reek of evil. Look at that smile across Scotty's face!

King: Master Z and Scotty Scott side by side... They are doing what should
have been done a long time ago.

JR: Look at them... They are so confident that they are going to do Lowedown
in.

King: Yeah two former World champions... This is a combination that so many
here in the BMWF will learn to fear... I love it!!!!!

JR: Master Z has a mic. Let's hear what he has to say!

Master Z: Lowedown, just when you thought you saw the last of Master Z...
Here I am! I stand here in the opposite corner side by side with one of the baddest
men this federation has ever seen in Scotty Scott! I guess when they said "what
doesn't kill me can only make me stronger" they were right! Sure Scotty and
I have shared our differences in the past, butyou can be sure we're on the
same page now!

JR: Master Z has brainwashed Scotty here, King! Scotty used to stand for all
that was good. Now...

KING: He saved him, JR! Master Z is a savior!

Master Z: You got anything you'd like to say Scotty?

(Master Z hands the mic to Scotty.)

Scotty: Harry.. Ya wanna stick yer nose in bidness that it don't belong...
Between the two of us... That nose is gonna get knocked off. Ya think that
just coz yer tryin' ta buddy up wit Lowedown that yer gonna make some big news...
Yer not gonna make it as Lowedown's partner at all tanight... er gonna learn
just like all the rest that bein' friends wit Lowedown is a fast track ta
nowhere. Like Z said, in the past we've had alot of differences. But there is one
thing that I can surely say has drawn us together...

Z and Scotty: WE BOTH HATE LOWEDOWN!!!!!

Scotty: So Harry and Lowedown... Beat us...

Master Z: But I doubt it.

Scotty: Hahaha... If ya's can...

Scotty: Survive....

Master Z: And you won't...

Scotty: If we let you.

(A darkened green glow falls upon the arena as “Back Up” by 12 Stones picks
up over the PA system and Hardcore Harry comes walking out onto the
entranceway and he is nearly getting a full cheer from the crowd. Harry
walks down to the ring and slides in calling for a microphone)

Harry: Tonight Lowedown and myself team up for the first time ever to take
on the very powerful Master Z and the very dangerous Scotty Scott! In most
cases I would be nervous about this match seeing how I am lower than the
other three men in his match.

(Harry holds his finger up)

Harry: But I’m not. You see when you throw in some anger, hatred and greed
into the picture all those butterflies in your stomach seem to fade away and
all you can concentrate on is one thing, retribution! Scotty Scott, out of
the other men in this match you and I have the longest history and all those
times you helped me up when I was down have come back to haunt you!

(Harry smiles)

Harry: Because tonight Lowedown and I are going to take you city slickers
straight to the woodshed like never before! Tonight Lowedown and I am going
to show you how REAL BMWF superstars perform.

(Harry pauses for a moment)

Harry: Now out of all four of us I the only man to have never held the World
Title but that doesn’t matter to me, I know in my heart my day will come. My
day as BMWF World Champion will come and when it does look out because
people like you Scotty Scott and Master Z, people like you will be lining up
to get a shot at ME!!! Face the facts fellas because I am the Ultraviolent
Icon and I am the future of this company whether you like it….. or not!

(Harry tosses the mic out of the ring with a serious look on his face)

LILLY: His partner...
From Phoenix, AZ... weighing in at 255 pounds...
LoweDown

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

("Fever Dog" by Stillwater plays as Lowedown and Flame step out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown turns around and sees Flame stumbling out still carrying the bottle of champagne. Flame takes a giant swig as she almost falls over herself. Lowedown escorts her to the ring as Lowedown stands right in front of the ring apron and then leaps up and causes the pyro to shoot out from all four corners. As Lowedown stares over at both Master Z and Scotty, he leaps over the top rope and stands next to Hardcore Harry. Lowedown stares across the ring at both his former partners as he shrugs his shoulders and rushes at Scotty Scott...)

JR:Good Lord! Lowedown just went right at Scotty and he's speared him right out of the ring!

King:Harry just caught Master Z with a hard forearm smash to the side of the head! I think Z was busy watching Lowedown pummeling Scotty outside! Harry is trying to rip those bandages off of Z's body!

*DING DING*

JR:Lowedown is hammering his fist down into the side of Scotty's head! Flame is cheering him on!

King:She's hammered out of her skull! That's a $2,000 bottle of bubbles!

(Lowedown pops back up on his feet and grabs a hold of Scotty's ankles and drives his boot right into his groin. Lowedown picks up Scotty and immediately throws him right into the steel steps. Lowedown slides back into the ring and both Harry and Lowedown doubleteam Z. Both men nail Z with double axe handles to the back and watch Z fall down to the mat. Lowedown picks up Z and whips him into the ropes. As Z bounces off the ropes, Harry leaps up and catches Z with a dropkick right on the chin. Lowedown gives Harry a golf clap as he then spins around and leaps ovver the rope and comes crashing down on the body of Scotty. Lowedown raises his arms high in the air as he grabs a hold of Scotty and executes a t-bone suplex onto the steel steps. Scotty falls to the floor as Lowedown flips him off and climbs back into the ring where Harry has Z in the corner and shouts at Harry who whips him right into the waiting arms of Lowedown who executes a belly to belly suplex on Z. Lowedown then crawls over and begins slamming the head of Z down on the mat repeatedly...)

Hardcore Harry uses a German suplex on Scotty Scott.
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat.
Charles Robertson counts: One, Hardcore Harry lifts a shoulder, two, kickout.
LoweDown almost takes Scotty Scott's head off with a short clothesline
Hardcore Harry nails Scotty Scott with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Scotty has Lowedown trapped in his corner. The referee is backing Scotty
off of Lowedown.

King: Look at Master Z!!!!

JR: Master Z has the tag rope and is choking the life right out of
Lowedown!!!!!

King: It is legal as long as the referee doesn't see it.

JR: LoweDown nails Scotty Scott with a dropkick.
LoweDown hits Scotty Scott with a spear.
LoweDown goes for a Gorilla Press, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott uses a powerbomb on LoweDown.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Scotty has Lowedown in a side headlock.

King: Scotty is putting the pressure on Lowedown's head now.

JR: Scotty executes a go behind.

King: Chain wrestling?

JR: GERMAN SUPLEX ON LOWEDOWN BUT HE IS NOT RELEASING IT!!!!!

King: Scotty just German suplexed Lowedwon three times in a row!!!!

JR: Now Scotty is just adding insult to injury by slapping the back of the
head of Lowedown.

King: Lowedwon is trying to get up.

JR: Scotty tags Master Z in.

King: These two are working like a well oiled machine.

JR: Scotty and Master Z are stomping Lowedown like there is no tomorrow!!!!

King: What is Harry doing?

JR: It looks like he is looking up the rampway.

JR: Scotty is lifting Lowedown on his shoulders as Master Z goes to the top
rope.

King: Well, Lowedown won't have a long drop to say the least.

JR: DOOMSDAY DEVICE ON LOWEDOWN!!!!

JR: Look King, White Lightning is coming through the crowd

King: I see him, he must want to get at Lowedown

JR: He has a chair in hand!

(White Lightning jumps over the guard rail and quickly enters the ring. White Lightning reels back the chair and….)

*CRACK*

(White Lightning nails Lowedown in the back of the head. Lowedown falls to the ground as White Lightning throws down the chair and exits back through the crowd.)

JR:Lowedown is psyching himself up as this crowd is chanting his name! Lowedown is looking into the eyes of Scotty and he's now taunting Scotty to hit him again!

King:What is his malfunction?

JR:Lowedown just raked the eyes of Scotty! Now he's driving that right hand right into the chin of Scotty! The referee is warning him about those closed fists!

King:When does the referee ever warn the wrestlers? HAHAHA!

(Lowedown whips Scotty into the ropes as Harry catches Scotty in the back of the head with a boot to the side of the head that stuns Scotty long enough for Lowedown to catch Scotty with a superkick that sends him over the top rope. Lowedown then goes after Master Z with reckless abandon and catches him with a chop block to the back of the knee. Lowedown slides out of the ring and grabs the champagne bottle from Flame as he then signals to her. Flame leaps up on the apron and begins shouting at the referee...)

JR:What is Flame trying to do here?

King:I'm hoping that she's so drunk that she flashes the crowd! WOO-HOO!

( Flame stumbles on the apron as Lowedown slides in the back of the ring and crouches behind Z and then suddenly rises up and smashes the bottle over the head of Z. Z falls to the mat as the pieces of the bottle fall everywhere. Lowedown tries to sweep the pieces out of the ring as quick as possible as he then slides in behind Master Z and locks on the Downtime on Z...)

JR:Lowedown has the Downtime on Z!

King:I don't think he needs to worry about that move! Z just got cracked with that bottle!

JR:Flame just dropped down off the mat and she appears to not even be tipsy!

Lowedown executes the Downtime on Scotty Scott.

King: Hardcore Harry has entered the ring as well!!!

JR: Lowedown has Scotty trapped in the Downtime!!!!

King: Hurry Master Z!!!!

JR: DEAR GOD ALMIGHTY!!!! HARDCORE HARRY JUST CHOP BLOCKED LOWEDOWN!!!!

King: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

JR: Scotty fell on top of Lowedown!!!!

King: It was an accident!!!!

JR: That I can't believe!!!!

King: Look Master Z and Hardcore Harry are shaking hands!!!!

JR: THIS WAS A SET UP ALL ALONG!!!!!

King: Here comes Iggy, Pain, and Team Beauitful!!!!!

(Hardcore Harry stomps on the face of Lowedown then slowly lifts him up to
his feet. Harry kicks Lowedown in the gut and places his head between his
legs signaling for the end!)

JR: Harry is calling for Hardcore Hell King!

(Harry flips Lowedown up into the air then extends him an extra foot or two
then brings him crashing down hard onto the mat!!! Lowedown’s body crumbles
and hits the mat with a sickening thud!)

KING: It’s over for Lowedown!

(Harry slides out of the ring and grabs two chair and slides back into the
ring. Harry places one chair under Lowedown’s head then raises the other
over his head!!!)

(Ignition pulls a mic out of his back right pocket.)

Ignition: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Harry, hold up man, I got something I gotta say.

(Igniton looks over to Scotty, and Scotty nods at him. Ignition looks down
at a squirming Lowedown.)

Ignition: Hey Scotty, you know what Lowedown can do?!

Scotty: What my boy?!

(Ignition pulls out a bag of Peanuts and tosses it up a few times. Then
throws them at Lowedown!)

Ignition: SUCK ON THESE NUTS!!!

(Ignition crotch chops Lowedown and follows it up with a kick to the face!)

JR: NO!!! NO!! THAT SON OF A-

King: HAHA, Ignition has finally came to his senses JR!!

(Ignition looks at Pain and motions to Lowedown.)

JR: Pain has Lowedown and... CORONARY!!!!

King: THE END OF LOWEDOWN IS HERE!!!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF ON LOWEDOWN!!!!

King: They are showing force here against Lowedown!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION ON LOWEDOWN!!!!!

King: Look at Z!!! He has the BMWF World title and is right in the face of
Lowedown with it!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION-PLEX ON LOWEDOWN!!!!

KING: Yahh!

JR: Master Z can't stand watching he's getting involved right now! Wait...
No... Master Z is getting a microphone.

Master Z: What are you gonna do now, Lowedown? What are you going to do now
that the bWo has left you! Master Z has destroyed the bWo and soon he will
destroy you!

JR: Scotty is asking for the mic.

(Master Z hands off the mic and gives Lowedown several brass knuckle shots
directly into his face.)

Scotty: Lowedown... I told ya that yer time was comin' ta an end. But ya
just wouldn't listen would ya? Now believe it!!!! Now believe that yer just
anotha victim!!!!

Iggy: You know Lowe, except for the whole, Five time BMWF champ, and the
other titles and stuff, I was kind of like you. I always wasted my time on
my beloved fans, but you see Lowe, I came to my sense. I realized that these
useless hicks don't mean JACK! You made an ignorant mistake, and ya paid for
it LOWE! Scotty is ten times the man you are and you know it!

(Ignition hands off the mic to Harry pulls his hair back out of his face
with his other hand)

JR: I can’t believe that sorry SOB turned his back on Lowedown, he was the
only ally the guy had and he stabbed him right in the back!!!

(Harry chuckles and looks down at Lowedown who is a complete bloody mess)

Harry: Well, well, well, the all mighty Lowedown. Months and months ago you
and Maverick took me in and helped me out and you should have known it would
come back to bite you in the @$$!!!

(Harry spits right into the face of Lowedown!)

Harry: Lowedown you think you’re the best there is because you’re a
multi-time champion? No, no, no, that doesn’t mean you’re the best Lowedown,
that means your old! Lowedown face it your old and after tonight your going
to be washed up! All that talk backstage tonight was one hundred percent
bullBLEEP!!! I despise you Lowedown, and so does every man that stands in
this ring with me here tonight! Your time has come Lowedown, your time has
come!

(Harry turns to the men around him)

Harry: And so has ours!!!

(Harry hands the microphone over to Master Z)

Master Z: The beginning of what was old is now new again, Lowedown! For your
sake you won't survive long enough to see what I mean!

JR: What does he mean?

King: You don't think?

(Black and White balloons fall from the ceiling as the Bruisertron begins to
flash the Brotherhood logo.)

JR: OH NO NO!!!! IT IS BACK!!!! THE BROTHERHOOD HAS REFORMED AND IS MORE
DEADLY THAN EVER!!!!!

(The show ends with Master Z standing in the corner with the BMWF World
title held over his head and Lowedown is shown as a battered carcass lying on the
mat.)

KING: Lowedown sure needs his precious bWo now!

KING: YAHHH!

(Master Z continues to flaunt the World Title around the ring. The fans can
read his lips as he is saying "It will be mine again... You just wait... It will
be mine again.." as we fade...to...black...)