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

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

('Guerilla Radio' by Rage Against the Machine blares through the arena as 'The Rock Star' Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtain to a big pop from the crowd. Tai slaps the fans hands and then rolls into the ring awaiting the opponent.)

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

Mafioso

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Mafioso smacks Tai Hashi with a devastating clothesline to the back of the head
.
Mafioso goes for a stepover facelock, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi hits Mafioso with a stiff karate kick to the head.
Tai Hashi goes for straight kick, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Tai Hashi uses a jumping knee on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi uses straight kick on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi uses a legdrop on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi uses a jumping knee on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Tai Hashi executes a bulldog on Mafioso.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Tai Hashi takes Mafioso down with a springboard legdrop.
Tai Hashi is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
Tai Hashi nails Mafioso with a dropkick.
Tai Hashi hits a jumping knee on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi uses the Side Kick on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi covers Mafioso.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tai Hashi hits Mafioso with toe kick.
Tai Hashi goes for a stiff karate kick to the head, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso kicks Tai Hashi.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Mafioso kicks Tai Hashi.
Mafioso kicks Tai Hashi.
Mafioso whips Tai Hashi into the ropes, but Tai Hashi reverses it.
Tai Hashi hits Mafioso with a clothesline.
Tai Hashi goes for a stiff karate kick to the head, but Mafioso
ducks out of the way.
Mafioso hits a T-Bone Suplex on Tai Hashi.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mafioso whips Tai Hashi into the ropes, but Tai Hashi reverses it.
Mafioso hits Tai Hashi with a kick.
Mafioso almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline to the back of the
head
Mafioso throws Tai Hashi out of the ring.
Mafioso rolls out under the bottom rope.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Mafioso goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Tai Hashi throws Mafioso into the ringpost.
Tai Hashi shoves Mafioso into the guardrail.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Tai Hashi sets up Mafioso on the turnbuckle.
Tai Hashi executes the Hashi Drop on Mafioso.
He goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

>>>

(Aquatic is walking around backstage pacing nervously. She is approached by a BMWF personnel wearing the nametag "Fred: Marketing Intern".)

Fred: Hey Sheila, how you doing?

Aquatic: HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING? Fred, tonight the Judge, unfortunately MY client, has a match against THE United States Champion, Scotty Scott! Not only that, but the match is inside a steel cage! There is no way my client is physically and emotionally 100% for this match! I do not wish to possibly endanger my client for a match that he does not have an excellent chance at winning!

Fred: Sheila, the Judge has beaten Scotty before! It's not going to be that much of a mismatch!

Aquatic: Of course it will! Fred, the Judge could defeat Scotty Scott any day of the week! But when the Brotherhood is involved, I don't know what's going to happen! I can't hold off a stable that big by myself you know…

(Aquatic suddenly stops and becomes silent.)

Fred: What is it?

Aquatic: Um….nothing.

Fred: You were saying something about not being able to hold off the Brotherhood by yourself-

Aquatic: Yeah, about that, I have a few calls to make. See you around.

Fred: Um…ok bye-

(Aquatic has already left.)

Fred: Crazy.

FADE

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The Judge walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. He raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and taunts the crowd as the crowd continues to give The Judge a mixed reaction. The Judge finally grabs a mic from ringside.)

Judge: G'Day mates! Isn't that what you Australians say out here? G'day mates? You Australians are pretty cheerful, but I know one person who isn't going to be having a g'day and that person is Scotty Scott!

(The crowd boos at the mention of Scotty Scott.)

Judge: Scotty Scott, you thought that you would be all tough and mighty by bringing back the all so powerful Brotherhood along with Master Z, didn't you? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, your plan didn't work! I mean, Hardcore Harry and Ignition? Who are you trying to scare here Scotty...the termites? I don't think Hardcore Harry and Ignition could even scare a six year old girl!

(The crowd laughs.)

Judge: And the reason I challenged you to a match tonight was because I wanted to prove to everyone that there was nothing to be worried about. LoweDown may consider all of you a threat to his World title, but I don't consider the Brotherhood anything more than a bunch of convicted felons who need to be sentenced! And tonight Scotty, I am sentencing you a first class @$$-whooping courtesy of THE JUDGE!

(The crowd's cheers begin to outweigh the boos.)

Judge: Scotty, tonight you and I will be locked inside a Steel Cage with your U.S. title on the line! Well, last time I checked, I believe the last time we fought I beat you and if you think tonight's steel cage match will be any different, it won't be! The only difference is instead of beating your @$$ with my gavel, I'll also have a steel cage to annihilate you with! Are you scared now Scotty Scott, because you should be!

(The crowd begins to cheer unanimously.)

Judge: You think the Brotherhood scares The Judge? The only thing that should be feared around here is me and what I'm going to do to you tonight in our steel cage match! Scotty, Brotherhood, tonight you will feel the wrath of The Judge, and...

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge Joe Brown theme hits as The Judge raises his gavel in the air to receive cheers from the crowd. The Judge heads to the back, slapping hands with some of the fans.)

King: I don't believe it...The Judge just went from being a mega heel to a face in a matter of minutes!

JR: This crowd may not agree on everything, but what they can agree with is that they don't like the Brotherhood and anyone who is willing to stand up against them and back up LoweDown they will cheer for!

King: But will The Judge back up LoweDown next week at Tokyo Terror in his World title match with White Lightning where The Judge is going to be the special guest ref?

JR: We'll have to wait and find out next week at Tokyo Terror!

>>>

("Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is walking
backstage, visibly wearing his brass knuckles. He
walks with a purpose, striding down the hallway like a
panther on the prowl. He rounds a corner and then
stops, directly in front of a dressing room marked
"Asylum." He takes a deep breath, then exhales.)

Vernon: Here goes nothing.

(He bursts through the door. Asylum is standing on
the other side, his back turned. Before he can turn
around, Vernon nails him with a forearm shot to the
back. Asylum staggers forward, but doesn't fall.
Vernon takes him to the ground with a kick to the
small of the back. He stands over his fallen prey.)

Vernon: And that's for attacking Clancy. If I catch
you anywhere near him again-

(Before Vernon can complete the sentence, Asylum grabs
a steel chair off the floor and swings upward, nailing
Vernon in the gut with it. Vernon doubles over,
giving Asylum enough time to stand up. Asylum follows
up with a shot to Vernon's head, knocking him backward
into the door. Asylum charges at Vernon, but Vernon
manages to duck as the chair slams into the door where
Vernon's head used to be. Vernon quickly slips back
out the door, his attack failed. He hurries down the
hallway back to the Prime Time locker room. He looks
back, and realizes that Asylum hasn't followed him.
Vernon breathes a sigh of relief as he enters his own
locker room. He pauses, then locks the door behind
him.)

Vernon: Well, that certainly didn't go as planned.

(He sits on the couch, rethinking his strategy.)

FADE OUT

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

From Miami, FL... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ignition

(“TNT” hits as the stage fills with smoke and the fans boo in unison.)

King: Finally, I am happy to see this kid come out to a match. You know JR,
he has finally realized what it takes to get far in this fed.

JR: What’s that King? How to turn his back on everyone who has ever rooted
for him?

King: What are you talking about JR? Ignition got screwed!

(The smoke clears as Ignition stands at the top of the ramp with his arms
out to his sides. He is wearing a red leather tank-top, and red leather
pants. On his head are red sunglasses, and a backwards Red Sox hat. Ignition
takes a few steps out and motions to all the fans to bring it! Ignition
smiles as he gets the reaction he was looking for.)

JR: Ignition turned on every fan he ever had, and they hate him for it! He
dropped the ball!

King: Dropped the ball?! He dropped the fans like a bad habit because they
are useless!

(Ignition struts down the ramp and slides into the ring. Ignition barks
orders for a mic as one is tossed.)

Ignition: You know Tobey, you are finally going to get what’s coming to you.
We both ran our mouths, I ran mine better of course, and we both are about
to go at it in one heck of a battle. Ez-E, I got no real problem with you,
except for the fact that you are one odd cat! Actually, just a little
advice, you could try and cool that weirdness out a little bit, because I
know for sure the ladies don’t dig it.

(Ignition smiles to some ladies in the crowd who shut him down.)

Ignition: They act like they don’t like it, but they do.

(Ignition laughs to himself.)

King: Get a load of this guy JR, he is a ladies man!

Ignition: So, bring it on Tobey, bring it on, because you are about to see
exactly why I am called THE BEST YOUNG GUN!!

LILLY: His partner...

JR: I wonder who Ignition's partner is tonight?

King: Well I don't think it will be anyone outside the Brotherhood.

(The pyros go off as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain walk through the flames.)

JR: DEAR LORD!!! IT'S PAIN!!! PAIN IS THE PARTNER OF IGNITION TONIGHT!!!!!

King: I told you!!!! He is here and he looks upset!!!!

LILLY: weighing in at 375 pounds...
"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

JR: Here is walking to the ring without a care in his stride.

(Pain steps over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring as Ignition stands in the center. Pain raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot ot of the cornerposts. Ignition stands beside Pain and laughs uncontrolablely.)

Pain: Tobey... Ezekiel... You laugh at me... You think I am ugly....

Crowd: UG... LY... UG... LY... UG... LY...

Pain: STOP THAT!!!! STOP THAT!!!! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!!!

(The crowd continues to chant ugly.)

Pain: Iggy... They are laughing at me....

(Iggy walks over and tries to console Pain. But it does not work.)

Pain: Tobey.... You said I was a no body.... After tonight... We will see how much you look like a movie star.... When that pretty face of your's is scarred like.... MINE!!!!!!

JR: I think Pain has lost it completely.

King: I don't think I know it and love it.

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
At a total combined weight of 497 pounds...
"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken...Ezekiel...Hollywood, Inc.

Pain kicks Ezekiel.
Pain hits Ezekiel.
The crowd is giving Pain a standing ovation.
Pain goes for a roundhouse right, but Ezekiel counters it with a punch.
Ezekiel hits a kick to the thigh on Pain.
Ezekiel nails Pain with a left hook.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Pain executes a slap on Ezekiel.
Pain hits Ezekiel with a forearm to the back.
Pain nails Ezekiel with a roundhouse right.
Pain whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Pain misses with a clothesline.
Pain hits Ezekiel with a shoulderblock.

JR: Pain has Tobey in the center of the ring. Ezekiel comes in but is caught with a big boot to the face.

King: Get him out of the ring.

JR: Tobey is sent flying across the ring by Pain!!!!

King: He just grabbed him by the throat and slung him!!! Now that is strength!!!!

JR: Pain is stalking Tobey.

King: Tobey is trying to crawl away!!!!

JR: Tobey is pulling himself up by the ropes.

King: Pain is right behind him.

JR: A reverse suplex on MIliken!!!!

King: Someone call his next of kin!!!!

(Ignition enters the ring to an entire stadium of boos, Ignition crotch
chops the crowd. Then looks at Tobey and smiles.)

JR: Here it is King, Tobey and Ignition, round one.

King: Tobey has no chance JR!

(Ignition sprints at Tobey, and ducks a clothesline attempt. Ignition turns
around and kicks Tobey in the stomach. )

King: Look at Ignition! He is slamming Tobey’s head into the turnbuckle,
over, and over, and over again!

JR: Ignition is like a man possessed out here!

(Ignition throws Tobey on the mat as Ignition walks to his legs.)

King: That’s my boy! Head butt to the groin!

(Ignition gets up and spits on Tobey as the ref hassles Ignition. Ignition
pushes the ref aside as he kicks Tobey in the face.)

JR: Ignition is taking control here in this match!

King: He is the man JR! THE MAN!!

(Ignition challenges some fans who are heckling him.)

King: Look out Ignition!

(Ignition turns around and Tobey is standing behind him! Ignition ducks a
punch and knees Tobey in the groin!)

JR: AHH COMON REF!!! We are seeing a new side to Ignition tonight ladies and
gentlemen!

(Before the ref and do anything, Ignition tags in Pain)

Pain and Ignition whip Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
They hit Tobey Miliken with a double elbowsmash.
Ignition leaves the ring.
Pain whips Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle.

JR: Tobey and Ezekiel are giving some kind of performance out here tonight.

King: Ignition's mystery partner has not been as big of a help as we thought.

JR: Pain has fought good, but Tobey has been on a higher level tonight.

Tobey grabs Pain and throws him into the turnbuckle.
Tobey puts Pain into the tree of woe.
Tobey runs and baseball slides right into Pain's face.

King: I think Pain is feeling pain now.

JR: What is Tobey doing now?

King: He is taking Pain over to Ignition's corner and making Pain tag Ignition.

JR: Two of the BMWF's top guns are now going to go at it.

Tobey delivers a right hand.
Ignition delivers a right hand.
Tobey delivers another right hand.
Ignition with another right.
Tobey delivers a kick to the groin.
Ignition doubles over.
Tobey runs to the ropes and with a leap delivers a knee to the face of Ignition.
Ignition falls down.
The crowd is behind Tobey.

King: Tobey just popped Iggy.

JR: Ignition drops kicks Tobey!)

King: Ignition is grabbing Tobey by the back of the head. What’s he doing?

(Ignition slaps Tobey in the face!)

JR: OH!!!

King: Ignition is showing Tobey whose boss!

(Ignition picks Tobey up and throws him to the ropes, Tobey bounces off the
ropes. . .)

King: Back-Body-Drop over the top rope!

(Ignition winks at Pain as Pain distracts the ref)

JR: What’s going on, Ignition is coming out here. He’s kicking an official
out of his chair! NO!!

King: Pain, keep that ref distracted!

(Tobey is slowly getting up as Ignition stalks him.)

JR: NO!! Ignition don’t!

(Tobey gets to his feet and turns around!)

*CRACK*

JR: OHH MY!!! Ignition just went A-Rod using Tobey’s head as the ball!

King: Tobey got what was coming to him, he is lucky this is all that has
happened to him, so far.

(The ref jumps out of the ring and chews Ignition out for possible use of a
chair)

King: Listen to Ignition, he knows what to do, deny, deny, deny! What a guy!

(Ignition slides Tobey back into the ring as Ignition tags Pain in.)

JR: Pain has Ezekiel trapped in the corner and is battering his body with a flurry of rights and lefts.

King: It's like he is a punching bag.

JR: Pain just stopped!!!!!

King: Someone stop the fans!!! They are chanting ugly again!!!!

JR: Pain is grabbed Ezekiel by the throat!!!!

King: This is what everyone should fear!!! Pain is mad!!!!

JR: Tobey is coming in now.....

King: Hahahaha!!!!!!

JR: Pain has both members of Hollywood Inc. by the throat!!!!!

King: I love it!!!!

JR: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!!!!!

King: Pain tags Iggy in!!!!

JR: Iggy is going for the cover!!!!

King: Tobey is being beaten by Pain outside the ring now!!!!

JR: Jack Slone counts: one, two,

JR: Wait! Look!

(Two people with Scotty Scott masks on jump over the ring barrier and one of the masked wrestlers runs over and distracts the ref. The other masked wrestler enters the ring behind Ignition and waits for him to turn around.)

King: Don't turn around Ignition!

(When Ignition turns around, the masked wrestler pulls an object out from under his shirt and nails Ignition over the head with it! The masked wrestler goes to exit the ring but Pain appears and grabs the masked wrestler by the throat. With his other hand, Pain rips off the mask to reveal...THE JUDGE! The Judge quickly knees Pain and nails him over the head with his gavel as well and then slides out of the ring. The Judge and the other masked wrestler head back up the ramp as Tobey Miliken covers Ignition!)

Ignition uses a kick to the midsection on Ezekiel.
Ignition uses a bodyslam on Ezekiel.
Ignition nails Ezekiel with a double arm DDT.
The crowd is behind Ignition all the way.
Ignition executes a kick to the midsection on Ezekiel.
Ignition executes a kick to the midsection on Ezekiel.
Ignition throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
Ignition rolls out under the bottom rope.
Pain comes over to make it two-on-one.
Pain nails Ezekiel with a kick to the head.
Ignition gets a sleeperhold on Ezekiel.
Ignition hits Ezekiel with a shoulderbreaker.
Ignition goes for a dragon suplex, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Ezekiel shoves Ignition into the guardrail.
Ezekiel climbs back into the ring.
Ignition climbs back into the ring.

JR: Ezekiel and Ignition lock up in the middle of the ring. Ezekiel steps behind Ignition turning it into a back-lock. Ignition lands an elbow to break the hold, and send Ezekiel down.

(Ignition stomps Ezekiel a couple of time in the gut for good measure)

JR: Ignition going to work on Ezekiel.

King: Ignition proving that he is the best young gun.

JR: Ezekiel still on the canvas, Ignition concentrating on damaging Ezekiel’s legs now. Drop toe hold by Ezekiel, Ignition goes down hard. That came out of nowhere!

King: Ha, I didn’t see that coming.

JR: It appears that took Ignition by surprise aswell. Both men starting to slowly get to their feet. Ezekiel with a boot to the gut, and hits a gutwrench suplex. Ezekiel starting to mount some offence here.

(Ezekiel drags Ignition towards the Hollywood Inc corner, and rolls out the ring)

King: Ignition get out of there!

*CRACK*

JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is looking to damage the leg of Ignition. Ezekiel keeping him from making the tag to Pain.

(Ezekiel rolls back into the ring and pulls Ignition to his feet. Holding Ignition he places a tag to Tobey, who comes and places a stiff right hand to the ribs of Ignition)

JR: Ignition has Tobey down in his corner. He’s speaking to the ref. What’s he saying King?

King: Telling him to keep his eye on that cheating Ezekiel over on the opposite apron.

JR: The ref is going over to have a word with Ezekiel. Look King Pain has entered the ring and is now double teaming Tobey with Ignition.

King: See look cheating! Ezekiel is trying to get into the ring without a tag.

JR: King, what about Ignition and Pain on Tobey?

King: That’s different, they’re just taking advantage of a situation!

(Ignition roles out the ring, leaving Pain in the ring with Tobey)

JR: Pain stomping Tobey repeatedly in the corner. The big monster picks Tobey and presses him above his head, and drops him onto the turnbuckles.

(Pain and Ignition exchange a couple of quick tags, enabling them to work Tobey over in their corner)

JR: Ezekiel is looking fresh now and anxious to get in the ring.

King: Ignition and Pain with Tobey isolated n their corner.

JR: Pain with a tag to Ignition

Capacity crowd: HOLLYWOOD INC! HOLLYWOOD INC! HOLLYWOOD!

King: Since when did these morons become popular.

JR: Ignition whips Tobey into the ropes. Tobey ducks the clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes and connects with a flying clothesline.

(The crowd are going crazy, shouting and cheering for Tobey to make the tag. Ezekiel is calming leaning as far as he can into the ring, looking for the tag)

JR: Ignition and Tobey slowly to their feet. Tobey his a standing drop kick, can he make the tag to Ezekiel?

(Both men fall to the canvas. Both men loking to make the tag to the fresh man. The crowd are hot, soaking up the action second by second)

JR: Both men looking towards their corner for a tag. Ezekiel looks the fresher of the two men on the apron. Tobey crawling over to Ezekiel, TAG!

(The referee motions that a tag has been made, and Ezekiel bursts into the ring)

JR: Ezekiel in the ring, Ignition swings… armbar take down. Here comes Pain to break the hold. Drop toe hold on the big Pain!!!

(Ezekiel picks Pain up and throws him through the ropes and crashing to the arena floor)

Ezekiel tags out.

(Pain tags Ignition in and Ignition charges in again.)

JR: Tobey is just getting up from Pain’s beating as Ignition grabs him and
whips him to the ropes!

(Ignition hits Tobey with a dropkick!)

JR: Ignition getting up and going straight to the legs!

(Ignition wraps Tobey’s legs up with the Exhaustion!)

JR: HE HAS IT ON!! Tobey, Tobey is writhing in pain!

(Ezekiel runs in the breaks the hold. Ignition lets Tobey to and blocks a
punch from Ezekiel)

JR: Kick to the stomach! DOUBLE-ARM DDT!!

(Ignition gets up and smiles.)

King: Ignition gives Pain the thumbs up!

(Ignition scales the turnbuckle as Pain gets into the ring and pushes the
ref aside.)

JR: What’s this! Pain is picking up Tobey! AND A CHOKE-SLAM!!

King: Ignition jumps!!

JR: ELBOW DROP!!!

JR: He goes for the pin on Tobey! One, two…but Ezekiel stomps him to break the count! Here comes Ignition into the ring, and all four men are brawling in the ring! It’s…WAIT!

King: Oh no! The Urban Legends are rushing down to the ring!

JR: Mafioso enters brandishing a steel chair and hits Ezekiel over the head with it from behind!

JR: Tobey turns around, and Black hits him right across the face with those numchucks!

King: Even Chuck and Carlos are in on the action! They toss the ref over the top rope to the outside!

JR: Ignition and his partner charge, but they’re taken down by simultaneous clotheslines by Levon Jones and Scrappy Joe! Mafioso runs over and slams the side of that chair down onto Ignition’s partner’s throat! He’s putting all his weight on that chair, choking him mercilessly!

King: Meanwhile, Scrappy Joe is straddling Ignition, punching him in the face with his chain-wrapped fist! This is madness! Black picks up Ezekiel and holds him for Jones. Jones rushes in…Collision on Ezekiel! Ezekiel is down!

JR: Tunny hops off Iginition…and Mafioso slams that chair right into his temple! Black picks up Tobey…Empty Chamber on Tobey! He’s laid out next to Ezekiel! Carlos is removing the pad from the bottom turnbuckle as Mafioso picks up Ignition’s partner with Tunny’s help! Mafioso with the Hit ‘em Up!

King: Tunny helps Ignition up as his stablemates continue to stomp on their fallen prey! Tunny takes Ignition to the corner. He grabs him from behind, and…oh my lord! Tunny just executed a belly-to-back suplex on Ignition into the corner, smacking Ignition’s head on the exposed bottom turnbuckle!

JR: The Urban Legends gather in the ring, surrounded by the four bloodied bodies on the mat. What was this all about?

King: I think we’re about to find out!

(Mafioso is thrown a mic.)

Mafioso: Don’t EVER underestimate the most dominant stable in the BMWF bar NONE! The Urban Legends!

(The crowd boos loudly as Mafioso passes the mic on to Scrappy Joe.)

Tunny: (Looking at the fallen wrestlers as he talks to them.) Iggy. Hollywood Inc. I challenged ya to a triple threat tag team match for tonight…an’ neither ‘a ya had the GUTS to answer my challenge!

King: When did this happen?

JR: On the Challenge Board.

King: The what?

JR: Never mind.

Tunny: Well now I’m not makin’ a challenge, ya pansies! I’m makin’ a promise! My promise is this. (Looking down at Tobey and Ezekiel) Me an’ Mafioso will crush YOU two…(Looking down at Ignition and his partner) and YOU two…in a triple threat tag team match…at Tokyo Terror next week!

(The crowd erupts.)

JR: Did you hear that, King? A triple threat tag team match at Tokyo Terror!

King: I heard, JR! You don’t have to shout it in my ear!

(Tunny hands the mic over to Mafioso.)

Mafioso: You bottos tried to keep the Urban Legends outta your match tonight. But we arrived to kick your @$$es anyway! And next week…in Tokyo, Japan…we will kick your @$$es again!!!

JR: Pain has not stopped. He's nailing all of the Urban Legends!

King: Poor Tobey.... Maybe he should have been more careful about his words about the Brotherhood.

JR: Pain just slammed Tobey's face into the steel post!!! The face of Tobey Miliken has been lacerated!!!!

King: His face is a crimson mask!!!! Go ahead and say it!!!!

JR: You already said it for me. Pain is taking his fingers and opening the gash on Tobey's face wider!!!!

King: This is great!!! Tobey is learning the ropes now.

JR: Pain lifts Tobey up on his shoulder and is walking up the rampway.

King: He is coming up this way!!!!

JR: Pain is standing right behind us.

King: Oh man, I am going to love this.

JR: CHOKESLAM OFF THE STAGING!!!! KING THAT IS AN EIGHT FOOT DROP!!!!!

King: It could not have happened to a better man JR.

JR: Look at Pain laughing as EMTs rush to the aid of Tobey Miliken as he lays there a broken man

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

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

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

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

(Sledge puts his hammer down in the center of the stage head first so it
stands. He puts his sunglasses inside of his jacket and pulls a microphone
from it.)

Sledge: ADAM, YOU SON OF A *BEEP*!!!!!!!!

(Sledge begins walking down the ramp towards the ring....)

Sledge: Adam.... when you came to me about a year ago and asked me for
advice about how to make it in the fed.... I told you everything I could
think of to help you.... yet now, you turn your back on me and all these
fans.... WHAT THE *BEEP* HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!?!?

Ignition: What happened to me??? I nearly died.... and when I came to, I
realized that there was no one who could help me with anything.... no one
but myself....

Sledge: Then why are you still attached to Scotty's hip?

Ignition: Why? Well, let me ask you this? Do you like having talent around
you all the time? Do you like being a winner? Do you like knowing, that no
matter what, you are with the best of the best of the best? Well, Scotty and
Z are two of the greatest things walking the planet, and as far as this
situation is concerned, they were the only ones to visit me in the hospital!

Sledge: Scotty and Z.... yeah there's nothing fishy there....

Ignition: THE BROTHERHOOD WATCHES AFTER THEIR OWN!!!!!!

Sledge: The Brotherhood is also going to have you drink the sacred Kool-Aid
as well if you're not careful... Its gonna be Jonestown all over again.....

(Sledge arrives at the steps of the ring and begins climbing...)

Sledge: I'm trying to reason with you Adam...., you need to come to your
senses before you do something you'll regret...

(Sledge steps through the ring ropes)

Ignition: No Sledge.... you're the only one who's going to have
regrets......

Sledge: what the hell are you talking about....

Ignition: HELL is exactly what I'm talking about and you're not going to
have to wait until next week....

(Ignition charges at Sledge, Sledge grabs Ignition and slams him to the
ground. Sledge gets on Ignition's chest and wraps a hand around his
throat...)

Sledge: ADAM.... YOU DON"T WANT To...

*WHACK*

(Scotty Scott levels Sledge with a gas can. As Ignition rolls Sledge off of
him Scotty Scott puts the boots to Sledge. Ignition walks over and grabs a
microphone off the ground....)

Ignition: Sledge.... this is what happens when you screw with the
Brotherhood... this is an example to everyone out there... A message to
Lowedown.... a message to Prime Time.... the Brotherhood rules this
place... and no one NO-ONE!!!!! Will ever stop us....

(Scotty Scott opens the valve on the gas can and begins pouring fuel all
over Sledge, as Ignition laughs)

Ignition: Just think it’s seven less days you have to wait to burn now.....

PA: Who you trying to get crazy with Ese... don't you know I'm loco????

(EL Cruz Blanco comes running from behind the curtain and down to the ring.
He stops on the floor, and signals for a microphone. Sledge begins to stir
on the mat.)

Ignition: Cruz... what do you want....

(Cruz is handed a microphone by a stage hand...)

Cruz: Don' do this man.... you don' need dis kinda trouble.....

(Sledge begins to rise, but Scotty Scott brings the fuel canister across his
head yet again....)

Ignition: Cruz my man, it’s all good here, we are gonna have our self some
Chicago City BBQ!

(Ignition reaches out his hand and Scotty Scott with a wicked smile hands
him a Zippo lighter.... Sledge, drenched in gasoline tries to get away
leaving a trail of fuel behind himself....)

Cruz: ADAM NO!!!!!!!

(Ignition opens the Zippo and lights the flame.... just as he goes to drop
the lighter "Hellraiser" by Motorhead thunders loudly over the arena
speakers as the Bruisertron switches over to a scene of the City Of Chicago
ands Bob "Box" Bartelstein jumps over the guardrail out of the crowd, and
slides into the ring bat in hand as Cruz slides into the ring as well, the
members of the Brotherhood bail out of the ring....)

Ignition: You think this is over?! Well it’s not, this is just the
beginning!

(Box and Cruz stand on the ropes at the front of the ring as the two
Brotherhood members stay out of reach....)

Ignition: There’s nothing anyone can do about it, Sledge will get his, I
promise!

(Ignition takes the lit Zippo and hurls it into the ring past Box and Cruz
near enough to Sledge to ignite some of the gasoline that had poured off of
his body.)

Ignition: Ya feel that Sledge? Well, get used to it you dumb BLEEP, because
come Tokyo Terror, it will be the last thing you EVER feel!

(The fire quickly travels to Sledges body, and almost as quickly Cruz and
Box react pulling off their shirts to smother the flames.... as the
Brotherhood members walk to the back laughing maniacally.....)

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Asylum walking down a hall he turns a
corner and bumps into Scotty Scott. Scotty Turns around with an angered
face. Scotty and Asylum stare each other down. Niether one budges.)

JR: These two haven't spoken since Scotty last left.

King: And I think it was for good reason JR.

JR: This situation is about to explode.

(Suddenly they both smile and shake hands.)

Asylum: Hey cousin nice to see you again. How have you been.

Scotty: Good to see ya too. I've been fine... Just ya can tell by lookin'
at what I wear ta the ring now.

Asylum: Gettin by with that US title I see. Nice match at Bruisermania. You
made me proud to be your blood.

Scotty: Yeah, well that wasn't my goal. I was trying to get mine. And settle
a score.

Asylum: Well I'm just going to try and get mine at Tokyo Terror when I face
Tamer and Vabderbilt in a triple threat for the TV and IC titles.

Scotty: Well Prime Time is tricky but I think it's safe to say you go it in
the bag.

Asylum: Well its nice to know I got the support of family someone I would
consider a brother even.

Scotty: Well cous, Nice talkin to ya again maybe I'll run into ya at da
Payperview. But I got to get along.

(Scotty walks off.)

Asylum: Yeah maybe at Tokyo Terror.

Fade

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown sitting in his own locker room. The locker room is notably smaller than the bWo's locker room, but still has the same furnishings that the bWo locker room had. The camera pans around to see that The Judge is watching TV. On the TV is the segment where last week on Bedlam, Cash Flo challenged The Judge to a Boston Massacre match.)

Judge: Cash Flo, I have to admit, when I watch BMWF TV in the back here, I usually skip over your rants, but last week someone brought something to my attention. I see Cash Flo that you want our match at Tokyo Terror to be a Boston Massacre match. You want to know what I think Cash Flo, I think that I'll accept!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: But tonight Cash, I want you to pay close attention to what I do to Scotty Scott, because next week at Tokyo Terror, it will be you getting your @$$ beat by me! And Cash Flo, this isn't up for debate because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge grins as the camera fades.)

>>>

(Lowedown and Flame are seen chatting face to face when a hand taps Lowedown on the shoulder. Lowedown spins around and looks in disbelief and anger...)

Lowedown: Well, isn't this another fun filled d@mn surprise! What the BLEEP do you want?!? You want me out as well?

(Lowedown stares angrily as the camera pulls back and reveals Dreadnaught as the man behind him.)

Dreadnaught: You seem a little grumpy there, Lowe. You should switch to decaf homie!

(Dreadnaught smirks and Lowedown’s hand comes down. Lowedown takes a deep breath and tries to calm down...)

Flame: I said the same thing!

Lowedown: Well, you know the feeling when the whole league is gunning for you!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, I feel that! Listen son, all these cats have you in their targets. So I am just saying this! You and I go way back, and I ain’t here to offer you anything! I just know you need some back around this place! So, after the show tonight, let’s go down a couple of drinks and just talk all-right son! What’s the deal?

Lowedown:You want to talk with me?

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he looks over at Flame who nods her head in approval. Lowedown looks back at Dread and then tilts his head...)

Lowedown: You know what? It sounds like a plan, Dread! Check you at the hotel bar!

Dreadnaught: Done deal Lowe! Watch yourself, kid!

(Dreadnaught pats Lowe on the back before walking down the hall.)

Flame: What was that all about?

Lowedown: I don't know baby. I don't know what to think here, but I sure as hell could use a drink!

JR: Lowedown may have found some backup!

King: But, can he trust Dreadnaught?

(The scene switches to show JR and king at their announce table.)

JR: We have Slim Jim standing by backstage with Asylum.

(The scene switches to Show Slim Jim and Asylum standing infront of Asylum's
locker room.)

Slim: Asylum tonight you face Cash Flo in the ring. He is former stable mate
of yours how do you think you will fare tonight against him?

Asylum: It doesn't matter what I think it matters what I know. And I know
that tonight I'll beat Cash Flo I mean last week Cash Flo couldn't even beat
Tamer with my help and I'm going to beat at Tokyo Terro so Cash Flo doesn't
come across as a big threat.

Slim: You got Cash Flo DQed last week....

Asylum: Hey doesn't matter Cash still lost. I mean I still like the guys he
can still be my friend but I'm going to beat him. I mean come on he's not
bad but I'm just that much better so I can say that. I know that tonight I'm
going to beat Cash Flo.

Slim: Well soem might say from Cash Flo being a former Intercontinental
champion you may be underestimating him.

Asylum: Oh no when He won that title there was no competition then. Now if
you can get a shot your lucky. but I know that tonight its going to be it
for Cash Flo I got his number so after I win tonight I'm going to Tokyo
Terror to win the TV and IC titles. But right now instead of talking I have
to go show you what I'm talking about.

(Asylum walks off. The camera recenters on Slim.)

Slim: Well so you see a very confident and determined young man is Asylum.
Back to you JR.

FADE

*Earlier Today*

(Suddenly a Black Viper with White Lightning bolts down the sides pulls up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature white suit and silver sunglasses on. White Lightning has a gym bag over his shoulder. There is a sea of fans awaiting him to walk past. White Lightning begins to walk past the sea of fans when a few people begin to push out pens and paper.)

White Lightning: Sorry, the Legend is not signing autographs at this time!

(As White Lightning gets closer to the arena the fans are bunched up together. White Lightning begins to push his way through the fans.)

White Lightning: Move it! Future World Champion Coming Through!

(White Lightning makes his way into the arena as the camera fades…)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Asylum

(The lights in the arena dim to black. A blinding flash goes off with a
thunderous boom. BLue strobes go over the crowd and "Releasing the Demons"
by Godsmack hits the PA sytem. Asylum erupts from behind the curtain and is
met with an explosion from the crowd. Jacklyn J. comes out after him. The
two walk down the ramp and Asylum slides in the ring. Asylum jumps up on the
turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. Pyro explodes into the air off the other
tunbuckles. Asylum hops down and stares Cash Flo down.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Boston, MA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Cash Flo

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell
Cash Flo takes Asylum down with a huricanrana.
Cash Flo whips Asylum into the ropes.
Cash Flo hits Asylum with a hiptoss.
Cash Flo is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Cash Flo hits Asylum with a hiptoss.
Cash Flo goes for a bulldog, but Asylum blocks it.
Cash Flo begs off.
Asylum uses a backbreaker on Cash Flo.
Asylum hoists Cash Flo high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Cash Flo cr
ashing hard to the mat.
Asylum throws Cash Flo into the turnbuckle.
Asylum goes for reverse suplex, but Cash Flo blocks it.
Cash Flo goes for the Swinging DDT, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum hits Cash Flo.
The crowd is going "We want Earl Hepner !".
Cash Flo chops Asylum.
Cash Flo chops Asylum.
Cash Flo locks Asylum in a crossface chickenwing.
Asylum makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Cash Flo punches Asylum.
A few fans are cheering on Cash Flo.
Cash Flo hits Asylum.
Asylum kicks Cash Flo.
Cash Flo kicks Asylum.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Cash Flo.
Cash Flo runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits Cash Flo with a clothesline.
Asylum takes Cash Flo down with a backbreaker.
There is no crowd reaction.
Asylum goes for a clothesline, but Cash Flo counters it with a crucifix.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Cash Flo runs into the ropes.
Asylum nails Cash Flo with a spinebuster.
Asylum hits Cash Flo with a gutbuster.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Asylum hits Cash Flo with a superkick.
Asylum hits a superkick on Cash Flo.
Asylum beats on his chest.
You could hear a pin drop.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Cash Flo hits Asylum with a kick.
Cash Flo whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum misses with a shoulderblock.
Asylum misses with a shoulderblock.
Asylum hits Cash Flo with a kick.
Asylum beats on his chest.
There is no crowd reaction.
Asylum hoists Cash Flo high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Cash Flo crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum puts Cash Flo in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Cash Flo is struggling to reach the ropes.
Cash Flo inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Asylum beats on his chest.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Asylum hoists Cash Flo high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Cash
Flo crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum hits Cash Flo.
Asylum chops Cash Flo.
Cash Flo punches Asylum.
Asylum punches Cash Flo.
Asylum punches Cash Flo.
Asylum kicks Cash Flo.7
Asylum executes the Committed on Cash Flo.
Asylum goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

>>>

JR: Bole is standing by with Dreadnaught!

(The camera catches Dreadnaught standing next to Michael Bole. Dreadnaught has on his “Thug U” T-shirt and black baggy jeans.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, tonight you made some kind of offer to Lowedown. What was that about?

Dreadnaught: It’s about respect Bole, plain and simple! I want you to look around this locker room tonight, and that is one thing will find lacking! Yeah, I want a shot at that World Title too, but what they did to Lowe last week was simply uncalled for. The Brotherhood? Nah, that’s more like a band of thieves! A band of cats who would cut the throat of their families for a quarter! These are dangerous men, but when you dig deep, they have no soul! They simply want attention for themselves! Z is certainly no leader, and he is no Thug! I will show him firsthand tonight!

Bole: I will get back to Z, but what about the Urban Legends?

Dreadnaught: The Urban Legends? Let me break them down for you. They are about as Urban as cotton pullovers from Old Navy! And when it comes to being legends, they have a long way to go! And when it came time last Bedlam for me to show them what a true legend can do to them, they tried to jack me! But, tonight, when they face Tamer and Kolic, I am gonna get up close and personal.

Bole: You know they outnumber you?

Dreadnaught: Yeah, son. I can do the math! Just cause, we are on the land down under don’t mean I am gonna take them all on! See, I am gonna pick my shots, and take them all apart. If they wanna threaten Dread, they gonna get the whole thing!

Bole: And tonight you face former World Champion Master Z!

Dreadnaught: You wealth of knowledge is never ending Bole! That’s right, and I am gonna leave pieces of Z all over Australia. Z is a tough man, but he thinks that by forming up a group of rejects that he can continue running this league! Well, the Dread-daddy don’t think that’s right! In fact, the Dread-daddy wants to know one thing?

Bole: And what is that?

Dreadnaught: Do you smell something cooking?

Bole: Well, catering is just down the hall, but…

Dreadnaught: No, I don’t smell it either now, but at Bruisermania I sure did! And it was the sweet smell of Z’s flesh burning in that oven! I smelled it, and I loved every second of it! See, that is what cowards and punks get, Bole! They get burned. Some get burned on the streets, and some get smoked in ovens! Z may have been great, but tonight, the Psychotic Juggernaught will show him who is better! Z will get smoked!

Bole: Thanks, Dread, and good luck out there tonight!

(Dreadnaught reaches down and pulls out a small can of kerosene.)

Dreadnaught: I don’t need luck, I need a match!

(Dreadnaught smirks before he looks away from the camera and walks down the hall.)

JR: We are getting word that something has happened back in the back.

King: What is it?

(Pain is seen standing beside the ambulance that is there to take Tobey out of the arena.)

JR: Pain has stopped the EMTs from taking Tobey out of here.

King: I thought Pain already did that!!!!

JR: Pain picks up Miliken and throas him into the side of the ambulance.

King: Man that was sickening!!! Now they have to clean blood off the ambulance.

JR: Pain is holding a tire iron in his hand now.

King: I know he is not going to stick that up....

JR: Pain is driving that tire iron into the forehead of Tobey Miliken.

King: Tobey is still learning his lessons.

JR: Secruity has come out and is seperating Pain from Tobey.

King: No one has to pull Tobey off Pain... He is just a greesy spot on the pravement... LITERALLY!!!!!

JR: And Pain is laughing again.

(The scene opens backstage showing Tamer walking backstage. Tamer walks up
to a locker room with "Lowedown" on it. Tamer walks in. Lowedown jumps to
his feet and looks ready to fight.)

Tamer: Lowedown, I'm not here to fight.

Lowedown: Well so nice of ya to say that! But I'm not in the mood to be
trusting people! So unless you got something else on your mind...

Tamer: Lowedown, we may have bad history. But I've always been up-front with
you.

Lowedown: Say what you have to say then. I'm not in the mood for a long
speech!

Tamer: Look what The Brotherhood did last week was wrong. And this
lumberjack match is crap, I know what it's like to be in a lumberjack match
like this, you remember. So I'm here to tell you that I got your back out
there tonight.

Lowedown: You have my back?

Tamer: Yes. I'm just doing what I know is right. I have respect for you. Our
past really doesn't matter right now.

Lowedown: I...

(Tamer sticks out his hand for a handshake.)

Tamer: I got your back if you want it.

(Lowedown looks hesitant)

Tamer: Have I ever done anything to steer you wrong?

Lowedown:No...no you haven't.

(Lowedown reaches out and shakes Tamer's hand. The camera zooms in on the
handshake as we fade.)

(Kolic is seen typing something on his laptop computer. There’s a knock at
the door.)

Kolic: Enter.

Kate: Hey Kolic!

Kolic: Oh, hey, what’s up?

Kate: Just stopping by before your match. You ready to take on a former
friend and a new guy?

Kolic: Most definitely. Normally, I’d evaluate each opponent and why they
can’t possibly win, but I think I would lose these Australians with my
genius. Have you heard my Australian impression?

Kate: Not yet.

Kolic: Ok, here goes. (Kolic speaks with an exaggerated Australian accent)
OY! Throw anether shrimp on the bahrbie! A dingo stole my baby! (The crowd
overwhelmingly boos)

Kate: Ha ha ha ha! That’s great!

Kolic: I’ve only spent a couple of days here, and already I got it down! Are
you still working out?

Kate: Yeah, I think I’m really progressing. I’ll be a major competitor in
the women’s division in no time.

Kolic: Forget that, you’re guaranteed to win the title!

Kate: Aww, why do you say that?

Kolic: Because every women in the division wins it at least once! (Kolic
laughs, much to Kate’s dismay)

King: HAHAHAHA!

JR: King!

Kate: That was mean, I can’t believe you said that!

(Kate almost walks out, but Kolic gets up and turns her around)

Kolic: I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist. When you decide to enter, you’ll
be the greatest Women’s champion of all time.

Kate: Really?

Kolic: Really. I have go to see Tamer about my match. You keep working, and
you’ll be a star.

Kate: Aww...

(Kolic and Kate hug each other for a second. They both leave the locker room
and head off in separate directions.)

JR: We’ll be right back!

King: Hey!

JR: Sorry, but I had to do it before you said something you’d regret!

(The scene opens up in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is alone in the
room. Tamer is pacing back and forth.)

Tamer: Another night on the World Tour. Tonight we find ourselves down
under. In the great country of Australia. One week away from Tokyo terror.
Everyone is pumped. Last week was a very big week. Box is back...Okay so not
everything was so big last week. But you know it will be fun watching Tyrone
beat his @$$.

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: But the big news last week was Lowedown is a free agent. I mean can
you believe it? bWo is gone and now Lowedown is seeing if any stables are
looking for him to be a member. Now to put that aside and get real. The
biggest shock of last week. That in the ashes of the bWo The Brotherhood
rose. The only way I can see this is that evil has come together under a new
banner. They are powerful and intimidating. Some people may try and downplay
it. They can call them rookies and has beens. But this stable consist of to
Legends and the others are major players not next year, not soon, but right
now. Brotherhood I have one message for you. Bring it.

(Tamer stops pacing and stands facing the camera.)

Tamer: But tonight is not about the Brotherhood. It’s about The Urban
Legends and The Hit Squad. Boys tonight you face a bigger challenge then you
may realize. Kolic and I may not have much tag experience together. But
don’t forget we’re very skilled wrestlers and we live under the same roof.
We don’t just meet up every week. We’re friends, we’re family. We know each
other. You and Truck you’re in it for the power. And yeah I called you
Truck, do something about it. It’s quite simple. You’ll come to the ring.
You’ll try and be big and bad. We’ll win, you’ll whine, and that’s just the
way it is. Two Prime Time member’s plus The Take Two means For you it’s
over.

(Tamer shrugs his shoulders.)

Tamer: Now past tonight. Looking forward to Tokyo Terror. Triple Threat,
Intercontinental and Television Titles on the line, Tamer versus Vernon
Vanderbilt versus Asylum. I have to face a friend and an enemy. Fighting
Vern will be hard. Fighting Asylum won’t. It’s simple. I was geared and
ready when Asylum opened his mouth to take him on one on one. But for some
reason Vern is intent on facing me. I don’t exactly understand why. But
hopefully after this match he’ll be back in the swing of things. Vern you
have to know one thing though. If I get the chance to get one of your titles
I will take it. We’re friends and brothers but you know how it is. When you
strike oil you don’t clean yourself off and call someone to take care of it.
You take that oil and turn a profit. You turn it into a personal goldmine.
So if I have that chance to strike and get gold I will. I think going into a
match like this where you’re facing a friend sometimes you have to put
certain things aside. You have to get in the competitor mentality. Next week
I can’t think of Vern as a friend. I can only think of him as my
competition. Then when we get backstage. I hope to shake hands. Talk about
what a great match it was and go home. Veer needs this match so I’ giving it
to him. But that doesn’t mean I’m going half tank. If anything it drives me
to push myself harder. Vern wants me at my best and that what he’ll get.
He’s going to get me at my best.

(Tamer turns to the side.)

Tamer: Asylum will also be getting me at my bets. But he’s not just going to
get the highly competitive side of me. He’s also going to get a little
extra. I plan on giving Asylum a little payback. I mean man you’re little
attack last week was cute, real cute. If you hadn’t already *bleeped* me off
with you’re little interruption speech last week well, you have now. At
Terror you’re going to get what you have coming to you. You think you’re on
fire. Well I kinda agree. And you’re almost done burning out. You’re
comeback has been lackluster to say the least. I mean bravo on the loses.
You’re the third wheel in something between friends You’re not going to get
avoided. If anything I’ll make sure and give you the brunt of my assault.
Tokyo Terror will be a high paced unforgettable triple threat. So I hope
everyone gets ready to fasten their seatbelts and I hope The Hit Squad,
Asylum, and even Vern..make sure and...

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

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with Levon
Jones.)

Bole: Levon Jones, tonight you and William Black, The
Hit Squad, take on the team of Tamer and Kolic,
representing Prime Time. What are your thoughts going
into this important match up?

Levon: My thoughts are the same as they ever are,
Bole. T'night, the Hit Squad is gon' show why we are
superior to Prime Time in ev'ry way.

Bole: But your record against Prime Time hasn't
exactly been stellar lately.

Levon: Excuse me? Did I give you some hint that it
was cool t'go there? Huh? I never said a damn thing
'bout you goin' there.

Bole: But-

Levon: 'Nough about the but, Bole. I don't care what
happened before t'night. What matters is that we's
gon' get some revenge, and Prime Time is goin' down
faster than George Michael in a public restroom.

Bole: (to the cameraman) Can he say that on
television?

Levon: I just did, didn't I?

Bole: Yeah.

Levon: I can say whatever I want about Prime Time,
'cause I been there an' done that. Thing is, I'm an
Urban Legend now. An' if there's anythin' t'be said
'bout the Urban Legends, it's this: we're better than
Prime Time, the Brotherhood, Hollywood Inc., CIA, FBI,
ACLU, ATF, SOB, FU, whatever. Urban Legends is where
it's at, and where it's gonna be from now on. And
that's that.

(Levon walks away.)

Bole: On with the show!

FADE OUT

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

At a total combined weight of 595 pounds...

William Black...Levon "The Truck" Jones...The Hit Squad

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 478 pounds...
Kolic... Tamer... PRIME TIME

(Suddenly over the Arena soundsystem comes the sound of typewriters and the
BruiserTron comes to life. On the screen, a CNN type montage begins with the
words "BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a few moments of
the montage, it starts to spin as it fades off the BruiserTron and the words
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the words
disappear in a fiery explosion and Dick Vitale appears and screams, "IT'S
PRIME TIME BABY!" "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the
arena and rainbow colored pyros go off, starting at the top of the ramp and
continuing to go off all the way down to the ring.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA! BECOME THE MEDIA! THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE
SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND LOUDER, AND LOUDER!

(Kolic and Tamer step out from the curtain and acknowledge the crowd. They
run to the ring; Tamer slides under the ropes while Kolic vaults over them.
They climb opposite turnbuckles and hold up their respective titles. They
then give the belts to the ref and get ready for the match.)

JR: Kolic and Black start it off! They start to circle each other...Kolic
just dropkicked Levon off the ring! Black takes the opportunity to lay into
Kolic with right hands! He whips Kolic, Kolic reverses, and dropkicks Black!
Kolic grabs Black and uses a Russian legsweep! Levon charges in the ring,
but the ref holds him back! Now Kolic and Tamer are kicking Black!

King: Turn around ref!

JR: Levon finally goes to the outside, but Tamer’s already out of the ring!
Levon starts shouting at Kolic!

Kolic: You want a piece of me? Fine!

JR: Woah! Kolic just shoved Black into the Hit Squad corner, causing an
inadvertent tag! Kolic and Levon are going at each other with punches to the
head! Levon throws Kolic into the ropes, Kolic slides under a clothesline,
Kolic hits a kick to Levon’s gut! Kolic is now assaulting Levon with karate
kicks to the knees, followed by a spin kick to the head! Kolic climbs the
turnbuckle, Levon stands, and Kolic hits a plancha! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic quickly tags out to Tamer!

JR: What is that?

(The camera switches and shows Dreadnaught up on the ramp. He has a chair in his hand.)

King: He said he would be here!

JR: Dreadnaught has unfolded the chair and is having a seat!

King: He could have just bought ringside tickets!

JR: I don’t think he is here to watch!

Tamer hoists Levon Jones high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Levon Jon
es crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Levon Jones.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer catches Levon Jones in cross armbreaker.
Levon Jones is struggling to reach the ropes.
Levon Jones tries to escape the hold.
Levon Jones manages to grab the ropes after 10 seconds.
Tamer whips Levon Jones into the ropes, but Levon Jones reverses it.
Tamer hits Levon Jones with a kick.
Tamer takes Levon Jones down with a flying elbowdrop.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer executes the The Whip on Levon Jones.
The crowd is behind Tamer all the way.
Tamer goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, William Black makes the save.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Levon Jones misses with an elbow.
Tamer hits Levon Jones with an elbow.
Tamer takes Levon Jones down with a sidewalk slam.
Tamer tags out to Kolic.
Kolic nails Levon Jones with a punch.
Kolic tags out to Tamer.
Tamer and Kolic whip Levon Jones into the ropes.
They hit Levon Jones with a double elbowsmash.
Tamer and Kolic hit Levon Jones with a double Russian legsweep.
Kolic leaves the ring.

R: Levon Jones ties up with Tamer -- No, a kick to the gut from Jones doublees Tamer over. Verticle Suplex sends Tamer to the mat. Jones with a pair of boots before pulling Tamer off of the mat. Jones with a hard right hand. Another. And another. Tamer blocks a punch and fires back with a right of his own. Tamer with another punch. He's building momentum. Tamer off the ropes-------Oh! And a kick to the back from William Black short circuits Tamer. Tamer walks into a gorilla press. Wow. What strength from Levon Jones.
King: I wonder if Tamer is having a bad night. He should be able to kick Truck's--
JR: It's Levon Jones now
King: He's still Truck to me.
JR: But he uses his name Levon Jones now
King: Anyway. Tamer should be able to beat him up without any problem!

(Jones turns around with Tamer hoisted high in the air and faces Kolic. He drops Tamer to the mat and then runs over into the corner and knocks Kolic off of the apron with a hard right forearm. Levon Jones drags Tamer to his corner and then tags out to William Black.)

(Black enters the ring while Jones holds Tamer in their corner.)

JR: Black with a stiff chop on Tamer in the corner. Another pair of chops and the crowd is cheering. Wait a second, Tamer is fighting back... An elbow on Jones, A right from Tamer connects on Black, Another elbow on Jones, Another right on Black. A third right on Black! Tamer with some breathing room! Tamer with a big----No, Black ducked. Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber out of nowhere! Tamer is down! Black hooks the leg!

1! 2! 2.9999!

(Kolic gets up from the floor and slides inside the ring, breaking the pinfall up at the absolutel last possible second. William Black looks irate, but as the referee turns his back and removes Kolic from the ring, Jones enters, and together the Hit Squad hit a double suplex on Tamer.)

JR: Blatant double team work while the referee's back is turned. Black with the cover. One. Two, Kickout.
King: Jones and Black are working well together, which is odd because this is the first time they're fighting as a tag team.
JR: William Black with a trio of signature fist drops, and then a tag out to Jones.
King: What makes those fist drops signature anyway?

JR: Running clothesline from Jones connects and practically turns Kolic inside out. Pinfall attempt gets two. Jones with an Irish Whip on Kolic. Spinebuster flattens Kolic on the mat.

(Jones Drags Kolic to his feet and then drags him over to the corner for a tag.)

JR: Clean tag from Jones to Black. Black with a punch to the mid-section on Kolic. Black hooks Kolic up for a suplex -- Wait, he's taunting Tamer in the other corner. Do you think that's wise King?
King: Of course it is. Look Tamer's distracting the referee by trying to get into the ring!
JR: Low Blow! Low Blow! Blatant Low Blow from William Black!

JR: Verticle Suplex from Bla--Kolic flipped out of the back! Kolic with a boot to the gut! Kolic comes off of the ropes! SPINEBUSTER!!! from William Black violently shakes the ring! One! Two! Tamer breaks up the count, saving this match for his team.
King: Have you noticed that Black's Spinebuster is always good for two?
JR: No, I haven't King.

JR: Kolic with a punch, and another. Black blocks a punch and floors Kolic with a hard left hand. Kolic up on his feet. Another Hard left and he's back on the mat! Kolic up again! Black with a boot to the gut and Kolic's doubled over. DDT!
King: Kolic's out cold!

(Black taunts Tamer with some pointing and jaw flapping. When Tamer tries to get in the ring, the referee holds him back, allowing Black to blatantly choke Kolic.)

King: Yes! These guys are continuing to cheat! They're my new favorite newbie tag team!

(The referee sees the blatant choke and starts counting. He gets to four before Black breaks the hold.)

JR: tags are made!

JR: Jones with a group of kicks on a downed Kolic. Jones drags Kolic to his feet. DDT connects and Kolic is down. Cover! The referee counts! One! Two! --

(Tamer gets in and breaks up the count with a stomp. While the referee removes Tamer from the ring, William Black comes with a running forearm and sends him and Tamer crashing to the outside of the ring. While the referee is trying to make some sense of what is going on, Carlos, Mafioso, Scrappy Joe, & Chuck Tunny all come rushing towards the ring from out of nowhere.)

JR: Great, here comes the cavalry! The Urban Legends have just rushed the ring!
King: I knew this was going to happen!

(Mafioso is the first one to hit the ring. He has a glass bottle. Carlos is next. He gets up on the ring apron and distracts the referee further by getting his attention. Levon Jones drags Kolic to his feet and then holds him in place while Mafioso winds up and shatters the glass bottle over his head. Kolic slumps to the ground, bleeding from the forehead.)

JR: What a shot from that glass bottle! It busted Kolic wide open!
King: And the referee was distracted! Wasn't it great?

(The referee turns away from Carlos to see Levon Jones pounding away with punch after punch on Kolic's face. William Black slides inside the ring next, but the referee again gets distracted by trying to send him into his corner. This allows for Scrappy Joe and Chuck Tunny to stomp away on Tamer outside of the ring. Chuck Tunny wraps a chain around his fist and clobbers Tamer on top of the head just as Scrappy Joe locks in Pain Central.)

King: Look! Scrappy Joe has Tamer locked in the Pain Central! You can see Tamer's Eyes bugging out from the pain! That's gotta hurt!
JR: Maybe it's because Chuck Tunny is punching him in the head with a chain! Did you ever think of that King?
King: Yes, and it's not because of that. Chuck Tunny is only a Manager, his punches don't hurt as bad as Scrappy Joe's finisher!

(William Black starts climbing to the top of the turnbuckles. He raises his forearm in the air, like he's signaling for his flying forearm. Levon Jones hoists Kolic up on his shoulders in the middle of the ring, Kolic's expression is not a pleasant one.)

King: Now what are these guys doing?
JR: My sources have told me this is a double team move that the Hit Squad have been working on. They call it The Smoking Gun. It's a combination of William Black's flying forearm and a back suplex from Jones.
King: Oh. Well at least it has a pretty cool name! Ha! Ha!

(Black comes diving off of the top rope and connects with a flying forearm just as Levon Jones splatters Kolic all over the mat with a Back Suplex.)

JR: Smoking Gun! Smoking Gun! Smoking Gun!
King: Let me try it! Smoking Gun! Smoking Gun! Smoking Gun!
JR: The Hit Squad have knocked Kolic out cold, and Tamer's caught in Pain Central! The end could be near!

JR: Dreadnaught has folded the chair up!

King: He is headed down to the ring!

JR: Inside the ring, Tamer and Black are slugging it out!

Reversal by Tamer!

King: He smacked into the ref!

JR: The ref is out!

Tamer and Black are exchanging punches!

Dreadnaught is in the ring with the chair!

Dreadnaught swings for Black!

King: Jones pulled him out of the way!

**SMACK**

JR: Dreadnaught just leveled Tamer with the chair!

King: He was aiming for Black!

(Dreadnaught looks right into the eyes of Black. The camera closes in.)

Dreadnaught: That was a warning shot!

(The ref begins to move. Dreadnaught leaps over the top rope and walks up the ramp.)

JR: Black slaps a beaten Kolic across the back of the head and drags him to his feet. Black with a quick taunt to somebody in the crowd--He hooks Kolic up! Empty Chamber! William Black with the Empty Chamber '03 On Kolic! Black hooks the leg! The Referee is in position,

Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three

JR: This one is all over, thanks to interference from the rest of the Urban Legends and Dreadnaught! What a cheap victory!!!

JR: We understand earlier this week, Michael Bole conducted a sit-down interview with World Title Challenger White Lightning. Let's go to it.

(The Scene opens to where we see Michael Bole sitting on the left and White Lightning sitting on the right. Both men are sitting in black chairs.)

Bole: White Lightning, are you ready to start?

White Lightning: Yes

Bole: First, I wanted to ask you about the Brotherhood. What are your thoughts on them returning?

White Lightning: Well, Bole, initially I thought we could easily co-exist, both wanting the same thing. The End of Lowedown, but then, I received threats from the founder of the group, Master Z. So, now, I'll take my shots, and the Brotherhood will know not to mess with the Legend.

Bole: Next Question, What about Lowedown?

White Lightning: All, I will say about that is, You are looking at the next World Champion! The title will soon be around my waist where it should have been for a long time now! Come Tokyo Terror, one way or another, I will be taking home the World Title!

Bole: Will you even have your match now that everyone wants a title shot?

White Lightning: That remains to be seen, but I can guarantee you, like I said earlier, one way or another the Legend is walking out with the World Title around his waist.

Bole: This leads me to my next question, where does the Judge stand in all of this?

White Lightning: The Judge should realize how Lowe tried to sabotage our careers and make sure that the World Title is taken away from him. The Judge should be just as angry as I am.

Bole: With, the bWo ended, How did you feel last week seeing the Brotherhood dismantle Lowedown?

White Lightning: It couldn't have been better! That really makes Lowedown realize what he is missing without the bWo watching his back and saving him. He doesn't have us, protecting him like we did before.

Bole: Any final words?

White Lightning: At Tokyo Terror, I will be the World Champion, and not even the Brotherhood can stop me! Master Z, Scotty Suck, Hardcore Harry, Ignition…. YOU ALL SUCK! Lowedown…YOU SUCK!! But not as bad as the fans in Sydney, Australia!

Bole: Thank you for your time, White Lightning

(The Scene fades…)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

White Lightning

Match Entrance

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

JR: White Lightning and Headhunter is coming up right now!

(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.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

(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 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 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 the BMWF World Tour rolls into Australia.

(The crowd cheers loudly.)

HEADHUNTER: And I’m afraid there is one thing that I must do before I say
anything else.

(The Headhunter leans back and starts to sing.)

HEADHUNTER: OH, JOHNNY, JOHNNY……JOHNNY, JOHNNY, JOHNNY, JOHNNY WILKINSON!

(The crowd starts to boo.)

HEADHUNTER: Now I know our American audience might not know what I am
talking about so I have the pleasure to explain it to them. You see, this
country and mine play a great game called rugby, and last November my
country beat this one in the Rugby World Cup final, all thanks to the
amazing kicking of one Johnny Wilkinson. And the Aussies have never been
able to live it down. So you see, I have to laugh at this pathetic bunch.

(The boos become intense.)

HEADHUNTER: But enough about how bad you people are, and onto how bad The
Urban Legends are. I have single-handedly destroyed that group of morons. I
beat the hell out of Mafioso, then walked on and beat the hell out of Levon
Jones. And William Black is a done deal! You see, me and Black are going to
meet very soon down the line, and I will bury The Urban Legends once and for
all.

(Some members of the crowd applaud this.)

HEADHUNTER: But tonight I face the man who has split apart one of the most
dominant groups in sports entertainment history, and the man who will face
the World Champion at the next pay-per-view. Yes, in a few moments the great
White Lightning will join me in the ring so that I can properly prepare him
for his title match. Now I know that this isn’t going to be an easy match-up
for me, I’m still getting back in my stride, but hell will be in the ring
tonight, and it is going to give White Lightning the ride of his life. So
Whitey, get yourself out here now, and relish the walk you make to the ring,
because there is a good chance that you won’t be walking again for a while.

(The Headhunter drops the microphone.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell
The Headhunter hits White Lightning.
The Headhunter kicks White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.
The Headhunter punches White Lightning.
The Headhunter is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
White Lightning chops The Headhunter.
White Lightning is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
White Lightning chops The Headhunter.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to White Lightning.
The Headhunter punches White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.
The Headhunter hits White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.
The Headhunter goes for a bearhug, but White Lightning counters it with a punch.
The Headhunter re-reverses it.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
White Lightning misses with a shoulderblock.
The Headhunter hits White Lightning with a kick.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.
The Headhunter hits a fallaway slam on White Lightning.
The Headhunter goes for a sidewalk slam, but White Lightning counters it with
a DDT.
White Lightning hits The Headhunter with a German suplex.
White Lightning is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
White Lightning goes for a moonsault, but The Headhunter gets his knees up.
The Headhunter whips White Lightning into the ropes, but White Lightning
reverses it.
The Headhunter hits White Lightning with a kick.
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal.
The Headhunter is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
The Headhunter hits a piledriver on White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Headhunter.
The Headhunter nails White Lightning with a splash.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
The Headhunter complains about a slow count.
White Lightning uses an inside cradle on The Headhunter.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning goes for a fireman's carry, but The Headhunter blocks it.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter almost takes White Lightning's head off with a flying clothesline
A portion of the crowd is cheering The Headhunter.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
White Lightning nails The Headhunter with a drop toehold.
White Lightning uses a drop toehold on The Headhunter.
White Lightning nails The Headhunter with a chop.
White Lightning hits The Headhunter.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to White Lightning.
White Lightning hits The Headhunter.
White Lightning uses a drop toehold on The Headhunter.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
A few fans are booing White Lightning, while a few others are cheering him.
White Lightning takes The Headhunter down with a drop toehold.
White Lightning nails The Headhunter with a roundhouse kick.
White Lightning hits a chop on The Headhunter.
White Lightning nails The Headhunter with a chop.
White Lightning goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but The Headhunter
counters it with a DDT.
A portion of the crowd is cheering The Headhunter.

JR: Headhunter is trying to finish off White Lightning right here

Headhunter drops White Lightning with a press slam
Headhunter begins to acknowledge the crowd
Headhunter lifts White Lightning to his feet
Headhunter charges at White Lightning and nails him with a clothesline

King: I think it's just about over for White Lightning

JR: He might be finished right here

Headhunter covers White Lightning

Ref Counts: 1…2…shoulder up!

JR: Wow! That was a close one!

Headhunter turns to the ref in anger of the slow count
White Lightning quickly pops up to his feet
Headhunter turns around
Headhunter runs at White Lightning attempting a clothesline
White Lightning ducks, Headhunter turns back around
White Lightning connects with the Bolt

JR: The Bolt! White Lightning hit the Bolt out of nowhere

White Lightning makes the cover

Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing White Lightning, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

JR: Just that like that, White Lightning can hit that Bolt basically at any time.

(The screen cuts away to the familiar BMWF television studio. Matt Combs BMWF television producer is shown sitting in front of a bank of monitors.)

Combs: Good Evening folks, tonight is the final and perhaps the most shocking episode in our series. The rise and fall of Reno Fontayne. In the last episode we learned that Reno has battled addiction, jail and his own personal demons. When we found Reno he was at a very low point. Living on the streets, living hand to mouth. In our first meeting with Reno we bought him a meal. He was trying to deny who he was going under the pseudonym Joe. We stayed in touch with Reno over the following weeks.

(Footage is shown of Reno checking into a downtown hotel. The images change to shots of Reno walking alone in a city park in downtown Los Angeles.)

Combs: When word of Reno's resurfacing reached BMWF headquarters, many BMWF staffers and talent had a mixture of shock and relief at the one time BWO member. The most shocking thing to happen was on behalf of the BMWF legal department.

(Images of legal contracts begin to float across the screen.)

Combs: There was concern on the BMWF that Reno could hold them accountable for his pain pill addiction. The BMWF medical staff and legal staff felt it was in there best interest to reach a settlement with Reno in regard to his guaranteed wages as part of his buyout of his contract.

(images are shown of the BMWF jet landing in Los Angeles and a group of BMWF officials exiting the vehicle.)

Combs: Once again Reno Fontayne's life was about to change. The BMWF officials thru the help of myself and the production team was able to track Reno down.

(Images are shown of the legal team entering the skid row hotel room of Reno Fontayne. The room is tiny filled with empty food wrappers and whiskey bottles.)

Combs: Reno was owed a substantial amount of money due to a breech of contract upon his firing by the BMWF. Reno was offered a settlement by the BMWF to ensure there protection from any legal ramifications. However, life on the street may have changed Reno's attitude it however did not change his business sense.

(Combs is shown in a different television studio.)

Combs: Fans of the BMWF, it is my pleasure to announce the return to BMWF competition of Reno Fontayne. Reno and the BMWF have agreed to a multi year contract extension. This man has been to the brink of hell and back and now it is my honor for the first time in almost two years to introduce The Pretty Boy...Reno Fontayne.

(The camera pans to a wide shot showing Reno. A cleaned up Reno. The long hair is shaved into a military style buzzcut. The long matted beard is gone cut neatly into a devilish fu manchu style mustache and goatee. The former IC champion is wearing a black longsleeve dress shirt and black leather slacks. His once lean physique has been transformed by prison steel and hard living into a much larger thicker version of himself.)

Combs: Reno let me be the first to say Welcome back! The BMWF fans are dying to know what are your plans? What can we expect from the Pretty Boy?

Reno: First of all Mr. Combs let me thank you. Without your efforts I would still be living hand to mouth in the streets of Los Angeles. My life has changed so much in the last two years. As you can see I'm not that pretty anymore. I dont know if I'm going to be styling and profilying the way I used to. My goal is to do what I do best, creat chaos and confusion and walk away with somebody elses gold.

Combs: Reno, are you planning to challenge for a BMWF title?

Reno: You have to walk before you can run. I havent been in a ring in 2 years. I havent put on a pair of boots or laced up the trunks in a very long time. I just want to get my career started again. Physically I'm not the same man I was. I did a lot of damage to myself and I did a lot of physical changes. When you spend 12 hours a day staring at the same bars on the window you find ways to stay active. Mine was push ups and hitting the weights.

Combs: What are you weighing now?

Reno: 285, I'm 55 pounds heavier now than when I last wrestled. It's gonna take me some time to get back into shape. The new size and strength has open a lot of doors for me as far as options inside the ring.

Combs: How has your training been going?

Reno: I've been working out with a few old friends.

Combs: Dreadnaught wouldn't be one of those old friends. You two ran roughshot over the BMWF for quite a while.

Reno: Matt, Dread and I have spoken but he's a busy man he doens't have time for me. So to awnser your question no.

Combs: With the current political climate in the BMWF the factions that are in place now, where does Reno Fontayne fit in,

Reno: Just call me Reno. Reno Fontayne was another lifetime ago. I have no alliance with any group in the BMWF. The guys I ran with are gone, so I pledge allegiance to nobody.

Combs: Reno it's natural to see you've physically changed. Where are you as a man.

(A seriousness washes over the former IC champions face. He begins stroking his goatee rhythmically.)

Reno: When I was locked up, I discovered things about myself. Dark things, Things I had always been afraid of. I realized that I started wrestling not for fame or fortune...I enjoyed the pain. I enjoyed laying another man out cold. I liked the way it felt when I locked on that figure four and I heard the tendons pop! I liked the way it felt to feel another mans blood on my hands! The pomp and the circumstance were for show to cover up who I was. Jail brought out the real Reno Fontayne. Jail made me face him every day. The pills they were just to numb my mind so I could keep my concious in check......Funny thing about being on the street. I realized that I was not only financially bankrupt. I was morally bankrupt.

Combs: With all you've been thru, getting this second chance what would you like to say the fans of the BMWF?

Reno: The fans, The fans who forgot about me as soon as I was off of television. Or better yet what about the talent that never even reached out to me when I was sleeping in a shelter. I think they all can kiss my BLEEP! I'm gonna let my actions speak for me. Mr Combs thank you for what you did. But Lord have mercy on your soul for what you are a bout to turn loose on the BMWF...........

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

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

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

(As Tina Turner begins to play, "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt steps out onto the ramp, followed by Mr.
Clancy R. Beauregarde. He blows kisses to the crowd,
points to the stars, and then heads down to the ring.
He grabs a microphone before entering.)

Vernon: Sydney! (pop) Tonight, Yours Truly, the
Furnace of Fabulosity, the Emperor of the Universe,
the greatest Future Legend of the BMWF, and YOUR
Champion of Intercontinental Television engages in
one-on-one action with - some guy called Scrappy Joe
Tunny. I kid, I kid. I know who this troglodyte is.
He's a member of the so-called Urban Legends. Well,
tonight, in beautiful Australia (pop) I'm going to
give him a fabulicious g'day, and show him the way to
the End of the End! After all, the show must go on!

(He tosses the mic out of the ring and heads to his
corner, awaiting the start of the match.)

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. He ducks under the second rope and pulls out the microphone tucked into his belt as Chuck joins him in the ring.)

Tunny: Vernon Vanderbilt, say goodbye to your TV Title!

(The crowd boos.)

Tunny: I may not’ve had a personal problem with ya, Vern. But a certain big man named Levon Jones sure does!

(The crowd boos Jones.)

Tunny: An’ as Jones is…well…he’s an Urban Legend…

(Louder boos.)

Tunny: That means that I’ve got a problem with ya as well! So not only will I take away that TV Title from ya tonight…I’ll also be sure to add a little more punishment to make ya pay for the way ya disrespected the big man! Iggy disrespected me, an’ he paid for it tonight. You disrespected Jones…You’re also gonna pay! Get ready, Vern…to enter MY JUNGLE!!!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Vernon Vanderbilt with an elbow.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Joe Tunny goes for low blow knee, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt smacks Joe Tunny with a devastating cartwheel clothesline .
The crowd is behind Vernon Vanderbilt all the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Vernon Vanderbilt chops Joe Tunny.
The crowd is behind Vernon Vanderbilt all the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt chops Joe Tunny.
The crowd is behind Vernon Vanderbilt all the way.
Joe Tunny chops Vernon Vanderbilt.
Joe Tunny goes for a chokehold, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Joe Tunny with spinning heel kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a DDT, but Joe Tunny counters it with a backdrop.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt begs off.
Joe Tunny hits a dropkick to the back of the head on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny uses foot choke in corner on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a jawbreaker.
Joe Tunny gets a Canadian backbreaker on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for 5
seconds.

JR: Tunny sends Vern into ropes, and drop kicks him to the outside! Tunny follows, and hits a standing suplex right onto the concrete floor! He picks up Vern again and throws him back first into the edge of the ring! Tunny rolls Vern back in, and follows him in. Tunny sets Vern up, and hits a backbreaker! He’s holding on to use it as a submission move! Vern is struggling…he’s in pain! The ref lifts his hand up…it goes down! Once again…it goes down again! Tunny may win right here and now! The ref lifts Vern’s hand up once again…it dro…NO! Vern lifts his hand, and the crowd roars into life as he shows signs of a struggle! Vern kicks forward, and breaks the hold!
Joe Tunny puts Vernon Vanderbilt in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Joe Finch disqualifies Joe Tunny.
The crowd is behind Vernon Vanderbilt all the way.

*DING DING*

(Tyrone is seen getting ready for his match in his locker room. There’s a
knock at the door)

Tyrone: Yo!

(The door opens and in walks Tamer)

Tamer: (Slightly hesitant) Uh... hey, Ty...

Tyrone: Well, look who eh ‘tis, Mr. Nobility!

Tamer: (Warming up) Yeah, that’s me.

Tyrone: What can I do ya for?

Tamer: We’re just getting to know each other so I’d rather you not.

Tyrone: And he’s funny! Seriously tho, what’s on yer mind, dawg?

Tamer: Well, I noticed that you’ve got a problem that can fit in a small
box, if you catch my drift.

Tyrone: I dig ya. He ain’t (beep). Ya’ve seen us scrap in da back, ain’t
nothin’ gonna change just cause da cameras is on us now.

Tamer: You’ll take him easy. He’s just a whiny little *Bleep* about time he
got his. If I ever got my hands on his scrawny little @$$ I swear. Nothing
he doesn’t deserve He talks big but needs a cane to walk. I’m gonna enjoy
watching him get his.

(Tamer is panting heavily after his rant. Tyrone smiles slyly)

Tyrone: Well, well! Da King of Nice has a mean streak to him after all.

Tamer: (smiles) I had to have had one to win this gold belt from you.

Tyrone: Two jokes in one night, call da cops!

(The two men laugh)

Tamer: Listen, the point is, I just want to remind you if you need any help
with...

Tyrone: ‘Rone need help wit’ Box? Cute... T’anks, but nah..

Tamer: I know, I know. You’re Mr. Lone Wolf. But if ever you find yourself
in a bind...

Tyrone: I hear ya. Hey, what ya doin’ after da show?

Tamer: Probably hanging out with Prime Time.
Tyrone: So yer free. Ya wanna catch a beer?

Tamer: Uh... Sure! Wait, this isn’t a trap to whoop my @$$ for kissing
Rachel is it?

Tyrone: Do ya wanna bring dat up while I’m drunk, cuz ya might just catch a
boot?

Tamer: No, I’m cool. I’ve got two pair already.

Tyrone: Trifecta! Anyway, yeah, call me up after my match, I’ll buy a Red
Stripe. Grow ya some hair on dat chest of yers!

Tamer: This could be the start of a great-

Tyrone: Watch it boy.

Tamer: Um. Acquaintanceship.

Tyrone: Not even dat... We drinkin’ buddies, dat’s all.

Tamer: Ha. Is that how it is.

Tyrone: Dat’s how tis.

(Tamer and Tyrone walk out of the locker room together joking as we fade.)

>>>

(Jerry "the Sledge" Girbowski is seen sitting in a locker room staring at the floor with a giant welt on his head. The door opens and El Cruz Blanco walks in....)

Sledge: What's up Raul???

Cruz: 'tis nah good mahn.....

(Sledge cocks his head to look at Cruz)

Sledge: What's not good.....

Cruz: Dey say choo got to get checked out before dey'll lechoo wrestle tonight....

Sledge: You gotta be *BEEP*in kidding me.... I barely felt it.... you and Bob covered me up so quick.. it never really got burning.....

(Sledge puts his hands on his knees and stands up....)

Cruz: Aussie rules mahn......

Sledge: This is crap.... I'm not even hurt....

Cruz: Here's da ding... da local athletic commissioner guy hey saw you on fire an says dat you need to be cleared by a doctor to wrestle tonight... or he'll void da permit o da show if yo go to da ring....

Sledge: well I assume that bruiser's got a doctor on the way.....

(Cruz stands there mysteriously silent)

Sledge: what.....

Cruz: Bruiser hasn't told me anything about a doc mahn.... I tink he's jus' gonna cancel da match.....

Sledge: no freakin' way....

Cruz: I got a solution dough

Sledge: Yes?

Cruz: I got a guy on his way down here....

Sledge: yeah what is he... a burn specialist?

Cruz: no.....

Sledge: general practitioner?

Cruz: No.....

Sledge: Dermatologist?

Cruz: no....

Sledge: pediatrition?

Cruz: closer....

Sledge: well what is he?

Cruz: he's a OB/GYN....

(Sledge just stares at Cruz for a few seconds glaring through him....)

Sledge: a what????

Cruz: Gynecologist....

Sledge: you got me a *BEEP*'s doctor....

Cruz: all choo need is for a doctor.... any doctor.... to say choo are cleared an' choo can get back out dere...

Sledge: So you called the *BEEP* doctor....

Cruz: I said what he needed to do....

Sledge: you called the *BEEP* doctor....

Cruz: I said what was wrong with you....

Sledge: you called the *BEEP* doctor....

Cruz: He told me what to do.... he said ohhh... eeee.... ohhh... ahh ahhh

(fade....)