BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 3/22/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Madison Square Garden New York City New York

(The show opens inside the Madison Square Garden New York City New York. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Mecca of professional wreslting--Madison Square Garden New York City New York! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are just one week removed from another outstanding BMWF Pay per view--Tokyo Terror!

KING: Yeah, and I'm glad to be back in the USA! Those geisha girls were all over me night and day!

(The camera cuts to the garage where Ash is climbing out of a black pick-up.
He hits the lock and heads towards the entrance but is stopped by security
before he can get into the building.)

Guard: I’m sorry Sir, but can I have your name.

Ash: My Name? Listen Kid, I know I’ve been away for a while, but come on.
The name’s Ash.

Guard: Oh man, sorry sir. I didn’t recognize you, you’ve changed since you
were last here. Well you’re on the schedule, don’t let me hold you up.

Ash: Wait a minute? I’m on the what? I’m not back on active status.

Guard: Says right here, take a look for yourself.

(The security guard hands over his clipboard with a copy of the night’s
card. Ash’s eyes widen as he looks at the line-up. Ash slowly hands the
clipboard back to the guard with a very angry look stares into the Arena.)

Ash: Who's responsible for this?

Guard: I'm not sure, Mr. Dangle is the new commissioner. I assume he made
this schedule.

Ash: Dangle? Thanks, we'll see about this..

(Ash walks off into the Arena leaving the guard alone outside.)

JR: Ash doesn't seem to be too thrilled to find himself on the roster
tonight.

King: Ha! I think he just doesn't want to get into the ring with Tyrone.

JR: Can't say that I'd blame him King, Tyrone and him have a rocky past.
Both know what they other is capable of, and knowing these two, one of these
men may be leaving the ring tonight on a stretcher.

King: That's if Ash doesn't run away first. HA!

PA: CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES…THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

(“Last Resort” by Papa Roach blares out over the PA as the crowd gets to it’
s feet awaiting the entrance of Ash.)

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears Ash is about to make his way to the
ring.

King: What have we done to deserve this?

JR: I can only assume he’s coming out to get to the bottom of tonight’s
scheduled match with Tyrone.

(Ash emerges from the back wearing a black “Outlaw” shirt. He doesn’t pause
at the top of the ramp and walks intently down towards the ring ignoring the
rampside fans. He rolls under the bottom rope and pulls a mic from his
pocket to speak.)

Ash: I have a real problem right now, and I think out here is the only
place it’s going to be resolved. You see, I’m here tonight to watch my
brother’s back. He flew me back to the states to help him out and then when
I get to the arena I find out that I’m scheduled to step into the ring with
none other than the man who threatened my brother last in Tokyo.. the
Jamaican Monster himself…Tyrone.

(The crowd boos at the name of Tyrone.)

Ash: You see the problem is not facing Tyrone, I’ve never been scared of
him, and I’m certainly not about to start tonight. The problem is that I’m
not an active wrestler, and I don’t want to be. So I guess there is only
one person that can explain this to me and I’m asking… no I’m DEMANDING that
you get out here Dangle and explain what the *bleep* you’re trying to pull.

JR: Ash had called out the newest BMWF Commissioner and apparently means
business here tonight.

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing a three piece suit.)

KURT'S MUSIC: YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

KING: What a great theme song! A great new Commissioner with a great theme song!

(Dangle makes his way down to the ring ignoring the boos of the crowd.
He climbs into the ring and faces Ash. He pulls out a mic from he coat
pocket, but Ash raises his mic first.)

Ash: Ok Dangle, is this your doing? Are you the one I’m going to have to
explain this to? I’m not an active wrestler, nor do I have any interest in
being one. I’m only here to help my brother out, and that’s it. So take me
off the schedule and give Tyrone the night off and if you’ll lucky I’ll
forget you made this mistake.

Kurt: First off, it’s Commissioner Dangle.

(Crowd boos.)

Kurt: It's true! It's true! And I didn’t make any mistakes, you’re on the
schedule because I put you there.

Ash: Didn’t you hear me? I’m not interested in active status.

Kurt: I watched the end of Tokyo Terror, you seemed pretty interested in
getting involved then. So if you want to stick your nose in this company’s
business then to me it seems you want to be involved. It’s true, it’s true!

Ash: I was only looking out for my brother Dangle. I’m not going to ask
again, cancel this match or else.

Kurt: Only looking out for your brother? Well as Commissioner I’m only
looking out for the federation. But since you seem so bent on not gaining
active status I’ll make this match more interesting. As nmy next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare that if you win this match
tonight against Tyrone you’ll be back on full-time active status.

(Crowd cheers.)

Ash: Well that’s simple, I just won’t show up and will be counted out.

Kurt: I had a feeling you’d say that, so as my next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare that if you lose this match in any way you’re not only not getting active status,
but you are permanently banned from any BMWF arena for life…. AND I’LL STRIP
LOWEDOWN OF HIS TITLE HERE TONIGHT, AND GIVE IT TO TYRONE!!

(The crowd explodes at the mention of this stipulation. Ash’s eyes widen
with anger and surprise.)

King: WHAT!!!

JR: I CAN’T BELIVE IT! KURT DANGLE JUST PUT THE FATE OF LOWEDOWN’S TITLE
INTO ASH’S HANDS!

King: Can he do that?

JR: He’s the Commissioner King, he can do whatever he wants.

(Suddenly "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche kicks up. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

(There's a shot of pyro as Tyrone makes his way out from the back.)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

JR: I’d say things are about to heat up folks. The former Hardcore
champion and newest BMWF Championship contender Tyrone Smith has made his
way from the back.

King: Great, now we’re gonna have three morons to listen to.

(The music continues as Tyrone Smith stands at the top of the rampway
soaking in the boos of the crowd. He slowly makes his way down the ramp
locked in a stare with Ash. He climbs into the ring and stands toe to toe
with Ash before pulling out a mic and speaking.)

Tyrone: Let me make sure I have this perfectly clear. All I have to do is
beat Ash, a wrestler who hasn’t stepped into the ring in almost a year, in
front of all these people here in Madison square garden and I’ll walk out
tonight the BMWF Champion?

Kurt: You heard it right! It’s true, it’s true!

Tyrone: I’ve had to wait a long time to finally get my hands on you again
Ash, and beating you and costing your brother his belt is going to be even
sweeter.

Ash: Listen closely to me Jamaican *bleep*!

(The crowd cheers but Tyrone is furious and steps right into Ash’s face.)

Ash: I wasn’t scared of your big *bleep* before, and time hasn’t changed
anything. I don’t have any interest in active status, but if beating your
sorry *bleep* is what it takes to keep my brother’s belt around his waist
then so be it. So just be ready tonight, cause I’m going to enjoy taking
you down a few notches.

Tyrone: Why wait till tonight? I’ll kick your sorry *bleep* right now!

(Tyrone swings at Ash with a right hook, but Ash barely manages to sidestep
it. Ash steps forward and with his right hand reaches out and grabs the
throat of Tyrone. Tyrone grabs Ash by the throat with his left hand and the
two superstars hold each other at arm’s length. Kurt Dangle quickly jumps
in the middle and forces them apart.)

Kurt: You two are gonna stop this right now. I’m the commissioner and I
make the rules. So, as my next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare that if either of you lay a hand on each other before this match. I’ll strip Lowedown of his belt and ban you both from this federation for life. It's true! Oh it’s damn tru...

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame
make her way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown
slowly paces back and forth across the rampway as he is seen scratching his
head. Flame carries the World title over her shoulder as she waves to the
crowd. Lowedown stops right in the middle of the rampway and then raises his
arms high in the air before slowly extending both his fingers right atTyrone Smith.
Lowedown then pulls a microphone out of his back pocket and then clears his throat...)

JR:Apparently the World champion is a bit upset over Tyrone's actions last
week at Tokyo Terror!

King:He had Lightning beat and then after everybody and their family jumped
into the mess, Tyrone finally decided to join the fight!

JR:Well, we definitely know that Tyrone is on the list of wrestlers who want
a shot at the World title!

(Lowedown looks at Tyrone in the ring and gives his patented smirk to the
camera...)

Lowedown:Now before I talk to my brother there about this newfound issue, I
have one simple question for you there Tyrone.

(Pause)

Lowedown:WHO THE BLEEP DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown scratches his chin for a moment and then
speaks again...)

Lowedown:First of all, you come out at Terror and cheapshot like the rest of
these punk@$$ Brotherhood and then now you are asking for a title shot? What kind
of garbage is that?

(Commissioner Dangle attempts to interject...)

Dangle:Now hang on just one minute Lowedown! As my next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare...

Lowedown:NO! You hang on one d@mn minute Kurt! I thought you and I were
tight? Now that you have become the Commish, you throw my title up for grabs here
tonight? WHAT THE BLEEP?!?

Dangle:Please Lowedown! Please refrain from using such profanity in front of
the Commissioner. Look, I have made my decision and it is final. If Ash loses
tonight, the World title will be handed to Tyrone Smith. Oh it's true...it'sd@mn...tru...

Lowedown:Ah shut the hell up Kurt! I'm not even close to being done talking
here!

(Kurt looks surprised at Lowedown for cutting him off in mid sentence. Lowedown
pops his neck as he continues to speak...)

Lowedown:Listen up Tyrone! What's this all about anyways? Is this about the Union?
Is this about the fact that I refused to hold your hand through this federation? You're over
7 feet tall and over 400 pounds for cryin' out loud! If anyone should be cryin' around here, it
should the person behind you at a buffet!

(Crowd laughs)

Lowedown:Now you want my World title all of a sudden? What kind of joke is this? You
suddenly feel you're worthy enough to place this title around your wai...shoulder? I don't see
how you can hold onto this belt much less hang on to any belt in this business! What about
that Hardcore title? What about that Hardcore title Tyrone? It looked like Box tossed you around
like a rag doll in my opinion!

JR:That was one of the toughest matches in either man's career!

King:But now Box is the Hardcore champion and not Tyrone! Lowedown has a point there!

Lowedown:And let's not forget another thing there Tyrone! The last time you and I stepped into
this ring, I showed you exactly why I am the...

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME...World Heavyweight champion! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:I took everything you had that night and I gave it right back to you plain and simple! When it was all said and done, I had you lying there in the middle of the ring out cold with the Downtime!

(Tyrone brings up the microphone to speak, but is cut off by Lowedown. The Bruisertron lights up to show a large figure cutting off Tyrone's microphone...)

Lowedown:Just shut the hell up and listen to YOUR World champion ya melee mouth Jamaican jack@$$!
My new muscle just shut you up so I can speak my mind!

JR:Who is that King?

King:I don't know, but he looks like a monster!

Lowedown:Shall I continue my peeps?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:Let's just skip all the backstabbin' crap because you're getting old pretty d@mn quick!

(Lowedown begins to mock Tyrone by impersonating him...)

Lowedown:Hey Mon! Lowedown, ya stab me in da back my Rastaman! What be ya doin' man? HOORAY BEER! Someone hand me a Red Stripe!

(Crowd laughs as Tyrone's face become red with anger...)

Lowedown:Let me clear something up for Tyrone! I don't know what your bullbleep game here, but it's not going the way
you think it is! Tonight, my brother is going to stomp a mudhole in your @$$ here tonight...
in NEW YORK CITY!

(Crowd pops again...)

KURT: Hold on, bucko! As my next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare that you stop using Stone Cold Bruiser's..

(Lowedown gives him a cold stare. Kurt cowers in the corner )

Lowedown:Tyrone, you and I will have a match! You and I will step into that ring for this World
title! And you will realize that you have know BLEEPING idea what the hell you're getting
into when you are dealing with the Lone Wolf of the BMWF! I don't care when or where that match will
happen, but I will hand your @$$ on a platter! You are not going to get past my brother and you sure as
hell won't get past me!

(Tyrone tries to shout into the microphone, but he is still cut off...)

Lowedown:What did I just say earlier ya jack@$$? What the hell did I say about these
peeps not wanting to listen to that accent of yours? Just stay there and shut your hole or I will
come down there and shut it up right now!

(Tryone makes the motion for Lowedown to step into the ring and even opens the ropes for him. Lowedown
smiles as he shakes his head at him...)

Lowedown:On second thought, I think I'll let my brother take care of you right here tonight. Besides, I have
other business to attend to. Ash, I'll talk to you back in the locker room. That is the Lowedown on that!

JR:Lowedown has made point loud and clear here tonight!

King:What will he say if Ash loses tonight?

(As Lowedown and Flame make their way back to the locker room area,
Ash and Tyrone stand on either side of Dangle staring at each other with an
intense hatred. Tyrone reaches up and drags his thumb across his throat.
Ash’s familiar maniac grin returns to his face as he extends his arm and
gives Tyrone the finger. Tyrone lunges at Ash but is cut off by Kurt. Ash
laughs as he takes a few steps backwards and climbs out of the ring. Ash
backs up the ramp still laughing at Tyrone as he leans over the ropes and
taunts Ash to return to the ring.)

JR: Ladies and gentlemen if I hadn’t heard it with my own ears I wouldn’t
have believed it. Tonight the BMWF Championship will be up for grabs twice.
If Ash wins he’s back on the active roster, but if Tyrone beats Ash,
Lowedown will be stripped of his belt and Tyrone will be the new champion.

King: That’s Insane JR. I can’t believe Kurt has the power to do that!

JR: I didn’t know either King, but he’s the new commissioner and I guess he’s not afraid to put his new powers to use.

King: YAAH! Tyrone could be the new Champion tonight!

JR: The current Champion is absolutely livid! I don't know what he's going
to say to
Ash when they get backtage!

King: He’s going to lose it! This is going to be great!

JR: I imagine he might lose it King, and I can’t say I’d blame him. We’ll
keep you posted on it and get a word with the champ as soon as he arrives.
We’ll be right back.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Cobb County, Georgia...
Weighing in at 298 pounds...

Big Bubba Bossman

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike


*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Big Bubba Bossman kicks Awesome Mike.
Big Bubba Bossman is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Big Bubba Bossman kicks Awesome Mike.
Big Bubba Bossman is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Big Bubba Bossman chops Awesome Mike.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Big Bubba Bossman.
Big Bubba Bossman hits a powerslam on Awesome Mike.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Big Bubba Bossman takes Awesome Mike down with a punch.
Big Bubba Bossman chops Awesome Mike.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Big Bubba Bossman
and a few others cheering him.
Awesome Mike kicks Big Bubba Bossman.
There is no crowd reaction.
Big Bubba Bossman hits Awesome Mike.
Big Bubba Bossman chops Awesome Mike.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Awesome Mike kicks Big Bubba Bossman.
Awesome Mike hits Big Bubba Bossman.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Awesome Mike hits a kick to the head on Big Bubba Bossman.
Awesome Mike whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Big Bubba Bossman with a backdrop.
Big Bubba Bossman falls out of the ring.
Awesome Mike rolls out under the bottom rope.
Awesome Mike throws Big Bubba Bossman back into the ring.
Awesome Mike works the crowd.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Awesome Mike smacks Big Bubba Bossman with a devastating flying lariat .
Awesome Mike goes for a facerake, but Big Bubba Bossman blocks it.
Big Bubba Bossman whips Awesome Mike into the ropes, but Awesome Mike
reverses it.
Awesome Mike nails Big Bubba Bossman with a kick to the midsection.
Awesome Mike sends Big Bubba Bossman into the turnbuckle, but Big Bubba Bossman
reverses it.
Big Bubba Bossman goes for a vertical suplex, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Big Bubba Bossman takes the nightstick and uses it on him.
The crowd is going "We want Charles Robertson !".
He goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Big Bubba Bossman!

We'll be right back!

>>>

(Bob "Box" Bartelstein is entering the parking area for Madison Square Garden in his blue Porsche Boxster while talking on his cell phone....)

Box: Slim Jim, allright my man, you're there and waiting for me huh? I'll be there in ten seconds.

(The Boxster screeches to a halt in a parking spot that says, "Reserved For The BMWF Hardcore Champion". Bob "Box" Bartelstein exits the car carrying his black aluminum baseball bat. He is wearing sketcher boots, blue jeans, a black polo shirt, and a "TCW: IT'S ABOUT RATINGS, STUPID!" backpatch on his jean jacket. Box approaches Slim Jim Sullivan who is holding a microphone.)

Slim Jim: Box, what do you have to say about your upset victory over the Hardcore Legend, The Jamaican Monster himself....Tyrone Smith?

Box: What I have to say is this, Tyrone put up one heck of a fight. He really did. I gotta give props to the Jamaican for his fighting at Tokyo Terror. However, he was no match for the Boxman, that's for sure.

Slim Jim: At anytime during that match, were you afraid for your life?

Box: You bet I was Slim. The man lost the war, but he may have won the injury battle. My ribs are still sore. He gave me a good beating, but the better man emerged.

Slim Jim: Do you feel that the BMWF has turned a corner, so to speak, with you as the Hardcore Champion?

Box: Of course it has. See, Tyrone was your classic "Nelson Muntz" style bully. He'd pick on the indigent, the rookies, and mental weaklings. Now though, the Box Office is dedicated to providing only blockbusters to those that tune in to watch actual entertainment. No more horse flop storylines, no more reruns, no more syndicated slop. JUST BLOCKBUSTERS BABY!!!!

Slim Jim: Well then that brings us to tonights match against Kolic, your first title defense as the new Hardcore Champ.

Box: See, I'm stuck between a rock and hard place with this match Slim. On one hand, I've promised SCB and, more importantly, the fans that the Boxman would produce blockbuster upon blockbuster at the Box Office. Now though, I am also a fighting champion which means I will take on one and all in any kind of match.

Slim Jim: Do you think Kolic is Box Office material?

Box: Is Kolic a blockbuster? Heck no. Yeah he was ex-TCW, but he was EX-TCW for a reason. Kolic is like a good sitcom. Sometimes it's good to watch, but thank the Dear Lord that there are commercials, you know?

Slim Jim: Tokyo Terror was a big night for TCW....

(Box cuts off Slim Jim.)

Box: You know it was. One of the biggest and brightest stars in the BMWF universe signed on the dotted line with us. That future legend and current superstar being none other than White Lightning, the man who retired me.

Slim Jim: You bring up an interesting point Box. White Lightning did retire you. How do you plan on coexisting with White Lightning?

Box: Well there's a basic philosophy regarding that Slim. IT'S ABOUT RATINGS, STUPID!!! TUNE IN AND FIND OUT!

(Scene ends with Box cutting off Slim Jim Sullivan before he can ask another question and walks away.)

>>>

(Jerry "the Sledge" Girbowski is seen in the parking area of Madison Square Garden dismounting his custom TCW motorcycle. As he stretches out a bit you can see the damage done to his face last week and view the stitches in the side of his face, and notice that his beard while starting to grow back is not quite right.....)

Sledge: Madison Square Garden.... the most important house on the block.....

(Sledge looks around and takes in the view... and despite it just being in the parking garage he is still visibly impressed....)

Sledge: I've been here more then a few times...., but I've never headlined....

(Sledge start undoing a screw to release his saddle bags as he continues...)

Sledge: well, I'm not headlining tonight yet either... but hey second from the top ain't too bad for MSG either....

(Sledge lifts his saddle bags and shoulders them as he begins walking towards the arena....)

Sledge: It's nice to be back on American soil for damn sure though....

(As Sledge walks pat the camera it pans to follow him and the damage done to his jacket is also visible with the denim vest that sits over the top of his leather is burned and damaged....)

Sledge: even if it is New York, and not Chicago.....

(Sledge readjusts the bags on his shoulder)

Sledge: oh well, nothing can be perfect you know....

(Sledge pushes through the doors and enters the arena....)

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
At a total combined weight of 268 pounds...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

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

Aquatic: Hello, hello my good people. I know you all may have noticed that I am not brandishing my woman's belt tonight. So yes, I was cheated by Judge Moody, and I came up short in my bid. But do you know what? I'm not in a bad mood. You know, I'm still the premier diva…..no, female WRESTLER, in this federation! I'm still the perennial contender! And tonight, I'm the manager of the #1 contender! So you know what? I'm counting my blessings, and feeling pretty darn good!

(The crowd starts a small yet enthusiastic "Aqua Girl" chant.)

Aquatic: Well, I appreciate the support! You know, I know I've said many things about the BMWF fans, and yeah, I never did try to pander to you guys. But you know what? You're the best fans of any fed I could ask for, and I sincerely do appreciate that. No woman's division could survive on the limited resources this federation has unless the people were as enthusiastic as you guys. For this, I thank you. So tonight, I take a step on my path to reach another shot at the woman's title, and that's it, that's the plan, baby goes to sleep.

(The crowd begins to boo.)

Aquatic: Yeah, you're right. Chris Tian's catchphrases suck. So how about this: I am a woman on a new mission starting tonight, and whoever stands in my way should prepare to….

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

Aquatic: Oh yeah! Can you feel the love! (Aquatic sets down her clipboard and microphone.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
At a total combined weight of 260 pounds...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn
Her partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Aquatic locks up with Sarah in the middle of the ring.
Aquatic falls back and throws her with a monkey flip.
Sarah is dazed, and Aquatic jumps up and nails her with a fluid dropkick.

King: Did you ever notice how flexible Aquatic is, JR? That's good in a woman!

(Aquatic locks Sarah in a full nelson, and as Sarah fights up, Aquatic hits a full nelson bomb.)

JR: Well, more important as a wrestler is that all her moves work together!

Aquatic attempts to kick Sarah in the gut, but Sarah catches her foot.
Aquatic nails Sarah with an ensuguri.
Sarah falls over, and Aquatic suplexes her into the middle of the ring.

King: Here it comes, JR! A stable of Aquatic's arsenal!

(Aquatic runs to the middle rope, flips off, and nails an Asai moonsault on the fallen Sarah!)

JR: ASAI! ASAI! ASAI!

Aquatic goes for the cover.
The referee counts: 1…2….kickout.
Aquatic puts Sarah Lyn in a half Boston crab.
Sarah Lyn reaches the ropes after 8 seconds
Sarah Lyn tags out to Francine.
Aquatic and Athena Hashi whip Francine into the ropes.
They hit Francine with a double elbowsmash.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Aquatic hits a brainbuster on Francine.
Aquatic smacks Francine with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic hits a back elbow on Francine.
Aquatic goes for a snap suplex, but Francine counters it with a vertical suplex.
Francine is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Francine goes for a kick to the midsection, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic nails Francine with a dropkick.
Francine has her opponent in the corner! Bronco Buster! Bronco Buster!.

KING: Oh, my gosh! I wish that was me in there!

JR: Francine seemingly enjoys the boos.
Francine won't let Aquatic out of the corner.
Rick Patrick calls for the DQ.
Aquatic seemingly enjoys the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Aquatic and Athena Hashi!

We'll be right back!

>>>

(A familiar blue and white pickup comes screeching into the parking lot of MadisonSquareGardenand comes to a sudden halt. Scrappy Joe Tunny exits the passenger-side door as Chuck turns off the car and exits the other side. Both are wearing faded jeans, their Urban Legend fedoras, and white t-shirts with the words “Sake to me!” written underneath a picture of the Japanese flag. Michael Bole is there.) 

Bole: Tunny! I’ve got a few questions for you. 

(Tunny stops and sneers at Bole.)
 
Tunny: ‘A course ya do, Bole. Ya couldn’t earn yer seven dollars an hour without pesterin’ us wrestlers, now, could ya? 

(Bole chuckles good naturedly before continuing.)
 
Bole: First things first. It looks like you ended up enjoying your time in Japanafter all!
 
(Tunny looks down at his shirt and smirks.)
 
Tunny: Ya know, Tokyoain’t too bad once ya get to know it. A few bottles ‘a sake an’ some ‘a those girls that know how to party, an’ it ain’t too bad a place at all! 

Bole: Forgive me for saying this, but it doesn’t seem that you had too much reason for celebrating after Tokyo Terror. The Hit Squad didn’t win the titles, Dreadnaught lost his match… 

Tunny: whoa whoa whoa there, Bole! Who’d you just talk ‘bout? 

Bole: Uh, Dreadnaught.
 
Tunny: That’s right, Bole. Dreadnaught. The Dread Daddy joined the Urban Legends, along with Reno Fontayne. Ya don’t think that’s reason ‘nough to party? 
Bole: Well, if you put it that way… Tunny: But as for that tag ladder match…it just so happens that Mafi an’ me are facin’ the new tag team chumps tonight! 
Bole: I was getting there. What are your thoughts about tonight’s match? 
Tunny: Frankly, Bole, I feel a bit sorry for those two chumps we’re facin’. 
Bole: What do you mean?
 
Tunny: What do I mean? I mean that after only one week with the tag titles ‘round their waists, they’re doomed to get beaten tonight…bad! Mafi an’ me beat ‘em up pretty good in Tokyo, an’ now that we’re back in the U.S. of A, we’re just gonna kick their @$$es harder! 
Bole: It’s not like you beat them in the ring, though. You two jumped them backstage. 
(Tunny closes in on Bole, sticking his finger in Bole’s face.) 
Tunny: Are ya back-talkin’ me, little man? You’re smart-@$$in’ yer way to a beatin’, Bole! 
(Bole backs away a bit, but Chuck calms Tunny down. Tunny turns and addresses the camera.)
 
Tunny: I’ll make this short an’ to the point.  The Darkinin’ are gonna fail just like Team Pitiful did! They’re gonna lose every..single..damn..match they’re in…until they finally lose those belts! This may not be a title match tonight – so Spoon an’ Axe can take their damn belts with ‘em when they get laid out in the ambulance after our match – but sooner rather than later – The Darkinin’ will lose those belts! An’ I don’t see no reason why Mafi an’ me can’t be the ones to take those titles away! 
Bole: Is that a challenge you’re making? 
Tunny: Let’s just see what’s left ‘a those two pansies after tonight, then we’ll talk ‘bout challenges! But honestly, Bole, I’ve got business to deal with tonight other than Spoon an’ Axe! 
(Tunny starts to walk away.)
 
Bole: (Shouting) What business?
 
(Tunny stops and looks over his shoulder.)
 
Tunny: Interview’s over, Bole! Now get that piece ‘a broccoli outta yer teeth! 
(Bole quickly turns away from the camera, frantically picking at his teeth as the scene fades.)

>>>

(The scene opens up inside the Cafeteria of Madison Square Garden in New York, the area is almost empty except for a cute, blonde waitress behind the counter shining up some cups and sitting on one of the tables is 'The Rock Star' Tai Hashi running his hand through his hair. Up in the corner is a television set showing what's going on so-far on Bedlam. Tai looks at the waitress, the waitress smiles and waves, Tai grins back.)

Waitress: What's up, Tai? You seem really miserable.

Tai Hashi: I've let you down. I've let the fans down, I've let everyone down.

(The waitress puts the cloth and the cup down on the desk and walks over to Tai, she takes a seat next to him.)

Waitress: Is this about you not winning the Light-Heavyweight Championship at Tokyo Terror?

(Tai nods his head.)

Waitress: You shouldn't get yourself down over that, your 'Hashi Army' which by the way I am a member of, will forgive you. I forgive you, it's not all about Championships, as long as you entertain us week after week after week we don't give a toss if you win a belt.

Tai Hashi: But I had big plans. Right now the Light-Heavyweight Championship is a worthless piece of poo on the end of the BMWF stick, I planned on getting it recognised, getting the belt the recognision it deserves because these days it's under-estimated.  To rub salt in the wounds furthermore, I was in my birthtown of Tokyo, Japan, I had just met my parents for the first time in twenty years and my self-esteem was higher than Tyrone Smith after a ganja.

(The waitress laughs.)

Tai Hashi: But seriously, I was on top of the world. I walked into the match, my head was spinning with mixed reactions, happiness, nervousness and a whole lot of other emotions mixed into my brain. The adrenaline was pumping, the blood was flowing. I was pulling off some of the best moves in my career, but then BAM! It hit me, I was down and before I knew it Kolic's music was playing, the Tokyo fans were booing, I turned around and the referee was handing Kolic back his belt. I couldn't believe it. I left then, I jumped on the plane with Athena and headed off back home to Chicago, this is like one of the lowest points of my life!

(Tai digs his head into his palms and takes a deep breath then sighs.)

Waitress: Here's my advice, forget the past, turn over a new leaf, start again and forget the past. Where did "The Rock Star" go? Where did "Mr. Persistence" go?  You following?

(Tai nods his head.)

Waitress: It's a big dangerous world out there, go take it like a man.

Tai Hashi: You know, you're one hundred percent correct. What's your name?

Waitress: I'm Cassandra.

(Tai stands up from his chair.)

Tai Hashi: Cassandra, thank you very very much, I really appreciate it.

(Tai digs into his pocket and pulls out a small slip of paper.)

Tai Hashi: There's mine and Athena's contact details, you ever wanna talk I'll be happy too. Again, thank you very much.

Waitress: Wow, urm, it's a pleasure to help you Mr. Hashi.

Tai Hashi: Please, call me Tai. I gotta go, I'll see around.

(Tai Hashi walks off, the camera focuses on Cassandra the Waitress, she looks at Tai then at the slip of paper. A look of shock on her face as we fade.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows a black Ferrari 550 Maranello pulling
into the arena parking garage. The car comes to a halt and the doors opens
and out steps Shane Perish and Jacklyn J.. Shane has his T.V. title slung
over his shoulder. The two start walking towards the locker rooms.)

Jacklyn J.: Oh, Shane that T.V. title looks great on your shoulder. And you
did exactly what you said you would, walk away with the T.V. title. And if I
say so myself your going to be the best one ever.

Shane: Well first off you may say so, because well it's true. I'm the best
T.V. champion now and that there will ever be. It's really just that simple
babe. I mean Vanderbilt was good, and who else is there? Doesn't matter only
thing that matters is that i'm the T.V. champ and thats not going to end
anytime soon.

Jacklyn J.: Especially not tonight against Tobey Miliken. I mean come on he
couldn't even win the tag titles, and you've held those before. You've also
held the Gold Belt title, and again you hold the T.V. title. And what were
the titles Miliken has held oh thats right, none!

Shane: Exactly! I've beaten him once already, and he claims not to know who
I am. Oh he knows exactly who I am. And just incase he's not lying, I think
tonight I'll remind him. So you know what lets go and get ready to remind
him to who I am.

(Jacklyn J. and Shane walk off as the camera fades.)

(The lights in the arena fade and ‘Earlier on this week…’ appears on the Bruisertron. The scene opens showing Ezekiel sitting in what appears to be some dressing room applying white tape to his wrists) 

Ezekiel: Tokyo Terror did not pan out as expected for Hollywood Inc, some obstacles are bigger than others and require precise planning to navigate. Do not discount Hollywood Inc at such an early stage. That would be a mistake, which would seriously hamper your chances for reaching the light.
 
To Witherspoon and Axe, do not take your victory as the end of the journey. In fact you have made it all that much harder to reach the end. You have created many obstacles for yourselves, and one of them will come back and cause you to crash.
 
The reason Hollywood Inc is here now is to capture the Tag Titles. We did not form due to a lack of self-confidence. We do not need safety in numbers; we can fight our own battles and do. However be assured that if Tobey needs help I will be there. A lot or groups are forming and expanding. Is fear the answer, or is pack mentality winning them over?
 
(A short bald man (SBM) enters the room)
 
SBM: Excited to have you here tonight, you’re up next against Randy Valentino. 

Ezekiel: Valentino? It appears I have found Randy Valentino, kick boxing in Bangkok, Thailand. I have some unfinished business here… FADE
 
>>> 

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

At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Tazan Boy... Rey Bucanerro... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful walks out. They seem a little more upset than normal. They are wearing Darkening t-shirts and carrying a spray paint can. They enter the ring and begin to cross out the word Darkening on their shirts.)

Rey: Last week, we were robbed of our titles.

Tazan: Who can possibly prepare for three different teams.

Rey: I mean I am not complaining essa.... But you know... I think we were set up.

Tazan: We have been fighting for respect and dignity ever since we came here in the BMWF.

Rey: It is time we finally do what ever it takes to take that respect that is so deserved to us.

Tazan: I agree with you botto. It is time that the BMWF sees us shine like never before.

JR: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
At a total combined weight of 647 pounds...
Ravnos... Slayder... THE DARKSIDE DEMONS

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. From out of the flames arises The Darkside Demons. Slayder wears his mask. Smoke comes billowing out of the nostrils of the mask. Ravnos is carrying a goblet full of blood.. The Embalmer carries a large bottle of formaldehyde. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup. Slayder walks in, takes his mask off, then works the crowd.)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos nails Rey Bucanerro with a spinebuster slam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Slayder enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Tazan Boy enters the ring and lays out Slayder.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy whip Ravnos into the ropes.
They hit Ravnos with a double clothesline.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro whips Ravnos into the ropes, but Ravnos reverses it.
Rey Bucanerro hits Ravnos with a kick.
Rey Bucanerro attempts to place Ravnos on the turnbuckle, but Ravnos blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro attempts to place Ravnos on the turnbuckle, but Ravnos blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro kicks Ravnos.
A small "Rey Bucanerro" chant is being started.
Ravnos punches Rey Bucanerro.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ravnos kicks Rey Bucanerro.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos kicks Rey Bucanerro.
Ravnos tags out to Slayder.
Slayder and Ravnos whip Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
They hit Rey Bucanerro with a double backdrop.
Tazan Boy enters the ring and lays out Ravnos.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tazan Boy smacks Slayder with a devastating clothesline .
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro gives him a slap, but Slayder doesn't even care.
Slayder kicks Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder kicks Rey Bucanerro.
The crowd is cheering on Slayder.
Rey Bucanerro punches Slayder.
Rey Bucanerro is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Slayder kicks Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder hits Rey Bucanerro.
The crowd is cheering on Slayder.
Slayder hits Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder uses a Gorilla Press on Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Slayder executes an elbowdrop on Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro hits Slayder with a kick.

JR: Rey has Slayder backed up against the ropes.

King: Slayder is a dangerous man.

JR: Rey whips Slayder across the ring.... Leg lariet that just backed Slayder up!!!!

King: He is too big Rey!!!!

JR: Rey dropkicks the knee of Slayder and the big man falls down!!!!
Rey Bucanerro whips Slayder into the ropes.
Slayder goes for a Vader attack, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Rey Bucanerro hits Slayder with a spinning leg lariat.
Tazan Boy goes for an inside cradle, but Slayder blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Slayder goes for a powerbomb, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy uses a slap on Slayder.
Tazan Boy gives him an elbowsmash, but Slayder only stares at him.
Tazan Boy goes for a slap, but Slayder blocks it.
Slayder takes Tazan Boy down with a headlock.
Slayder goes for an eye gouge, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy almost takes Slayder's head off with a clothesline
Tazan Boy smacks Slayder with a devastating clothesline .
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Ravnos enters the ring and throws Rey Bucanerro out of the ring.
Slayder and Ravnos whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Tazan Boy with a double backdrop, but he counters it with a
double headsmash.
Slayder executes a headbutt on Tazan Boy.
Slayder takes Tazan Boy down with a kneelift.
Slayder executes a belly-to-back suplex on Tazan Boy.
The crowd is cheering on Slayder.
Slayder hoists Tazan Boy high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Ta
zan Boy crashing hard to the mat.
Slayder chops Tazan Boy.
Slayder is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Slayder tags out to Ravnos.
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring and throws Slayder out of the ring.
Rey Bucanerro attempts to place Ravnos on the turnbuckle, but Ravnos blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Ravnos uses a chop on Tazan Boy.
Slayder enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Ravnos and Slayder whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double fist to the midsection.
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Ravnos and Slayder whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double kick to the midsection.
Slayder leaves the ring.
Ravnos hits a gutwrench suplex on Tazan Boy.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, KICKOUT.
Tazan Boy executes a dropkick on Ravnos.

JR: Tazan Boy whips Ravnos into the corner.

King: This is where he exciles.

JR: Monkey flip that sends Ravnos across the ring!!! Tazan is rushing to the ropes.

King: Tazan just leaped on the second rope!!!!

JR: BULLDOG ON RAVNOS FROM THE SECOND ROPES!!!!!

King: Slayder has come in and is met by Rey Bucanerro!!!!

JR: Slayder is sent out of the ring by a clothesline!!!

King: This is the end!!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!!!

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tazan Boy goes for the Flying Cross Body Press, but The Embalmer shoves him off
the turnbuckle.
There are lots of chants for Tazan Boy.
Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Team Beautiful!

We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in the parking lot of the arena. The Headhunter has just
arrived and is now heading into the building with his bag over his shoulder.
Suddenly Slim Jim Sullivan appears, with microphone in hand.)

SLIM JIM: Excuse me Headhunter, can I get a few words please.

(The Headhunter stops.)

HEADHUNTER: I suppose, but be quick.

SLIM JIM: Well can I ask you about Tokyo Terror, things didn’t go to plan
for you, did they?

HEADHUNTER: Explain what you mean, didn’t go to plan.

SLIM JIM: Well, you tried to make a hit on Box but you beat up Blizzard
instead. Then you lost an important match to The Judge and were, how can I
say, assaulted by Rikishi and Friar Fergus.

(The Headhunter shakes his head.)

HEADHUNTER: As for the hit, as far as I knew that was Box in that weight
room. It serves that idiot Blizzard right for wearing a Box mask on a night
when everyone wanted a piece of him. I don’t care whether I got the right
man or not, I still got to relieve some pre-match tension on that jackBLEEP!

SLIM JIM: So will you be trying again?

HEADHUNTER: If the guy who hired me wants to throw some money my way then
maybe I’ll have another go, but I don’t do refunds Slim. By the way, the guy
that hired me, yeah, you know who you are, and you owe me a lot of money
pal. I have made several hits for you mate and you haven’t sent one penny my
way. You’ve got until next Monday to get the money. After that I’ll start
taking body parts in place of cash.

SLIM JIM: Let me ask about The Judge, and you’re match last week.

HEADHUNTER: So Judge beat me, fair and square actually. I can’t give you an
excuse for the loss. I guess my mind was on business rather than the match.
As for Rikishi and Fergus, I won’t ever forget what they did to me; I only
just got the stench off. Those guys best never step in the line of the
target, because what happens to them will be as hideous as their behinds.

SLIM JIM: Would you like to add anything else?

HEADHUNTER: To the guy that owes me money, you better have the cash next
week on Bedlam, cos there are four guys who are desperate to find out who
sent hell to take them out. And perhaps Box will want to make sure that hell
never actually makes him a visit. Plus, I’m not happy about not having my
pockets lined. The target is locked on you pal, and the trigger is about to
be pulled.

(The Headhunter quickly walks away leaving Slim Jim alone.)

FADE

>>>

JR: Earlier in the day, the Urban Legends arrived here at Madison Square Gardens!

(A long white limo pulls up and the driver stops it at the door. He walks out and goes to open the door but it is opened before he gets there. Dreadnaught steps out and looks around.)

Dreadnaught: You took too long son! I can handle the door!

(Dreadnaught steps out and is followed by Scrappy Joe, Chuck, Mafioso, Carlos, William Black, and Reno Fontayne. All the men are wearing the fedoras with the exception of Reno, who is holding it in his left hand.)

Dreadnaught: Gentlemen, we have arrived! Not only in terms of getting here to the great garden, but we are now on the BMWF map. What we do tonight will show the world, that the Urban Legends don’t play no games! Tonight, Joe and Mafioso get some payback on the Tag Champs! Black can capture that Gold Belt! Reno will show everyone a (BLEEP)’n clinic with Stiles, and I get to take that Chicago punk White Lightning and tell him what being Legendary is all about! Fellas, right now we are a blip on the radar, after tonight, we will be all over the map! Let’s show New York how we roll!

(The members follow in as Reno sticks to the back. Dreadnaught approaches him.)

Dreadnaught: Reno, what’s the deal, son?

(Reno picks up the hat and looks right at it.)

Reno: I am not into hats!

Dreadnaught: These are slammin’, but I know the pretty boy don’t roll like that! Hey, just hand it out to a fan, and maybe we can forget about it, allright!

Reno: Yeah, that will work!

Dreadnaught: Tonight, the two man power trip is gonna electrify this whole city! Urban Legends style! You dig?

Reno: Let’s do this…

(Reno and Dreadnaught continues to talk as they head into the Garden.)

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

From Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

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

PA: All things run red, now so will you!!!

(Points of Authority by Linking park hits the PA system. Jacklyn J. coems
out from behind the curtain and runs down the ramp she slides in the ring.
Jacklyn hops up on the turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn does a
backflip off the turnbuckle and gets ready for the match.)

Her opponent...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Judge Moody

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a headbutt.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody almost takes Jacklyne J.'s head off with a clothesline
Judge Moody executes an arm bar on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. executes a dropkick on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jacklyne J. goes for a pumphandle suplex, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody chops Jacklyne J..
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Judge Moody chops Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. punches Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. punches Judge Moody.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a dropkick.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
Judge Moody goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Judge Moody!

We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up backstage in Madison Square Garden.  Tai Hashi is seen jogging through the halls, he comes to a halt by the Woman's locker room. He straightens his t-shirt, runs his fingers through his hair and then knocks on the door. He waits eagerly with a grin on his face, Mae Old answers the door in just her bra and panties.)

Tai Hashi: OH MY GOD! UUURGH! Is Athena there, please?

(Mae Old heads back inside and Athena's head pops through the door looking nicer than Mae.)

Athena Hashi: What's up, Tai? You still in a bad mood over your loss.

(Tai doesn't answer, he just stands there grinning.)

Athena Hashi: I guess you have.

(Athena walks into the hallway closing the door behind her, she leans up against the wall and crosses her arms.)

Athena Hashi: So, come on, dish the dirt.

Tai Hashi: I met this really good looking waitress in the cafeteria....of course, not as beuatiful as you. But she saw me feeling down and she gave me the word of wisdom, stand up stall, after all I am "Mr. Persistence".

Athena Hashi: So, you think you'll work wonders with Hardcore Harry tonight. He's one tough son of a *bleep* and he got the Brotherhood watching his back, you better watch yours.

Tai Hashi: Don't worry, I will. I'll do my best, that's all I can do. Hardcore Harry is in for a world of pain dished out by the electrifying

Crowd: Mesmerising.

Tai Hashi: (Grinning) Rock star. See you babes.

(Tai kisses Athena on the cheek and runs off.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up as we see the view of the parking lot area around the back of Madison Square Gardens when all of a sudden a Hearse comes roaring in and abruptly stops in the first spot it sees. Music is blaring from inside the vehicle as the engine is shut off and the doors are opened as Witherspoon steps out of the driver's seat wearing his new Darkening t-shirt, black trench coat and camo pants. Axe follows who is also wearing the same shirt but with a black leather jacket and torn denim jeans with Doc Martins.)

(The two then go around the back of the hearse grabbing their duffel bags where they retrieve there Tag Team Championship titles and close the back of the hearse having a quick cigarette before going inside. Axe looks at his title which is slung over his left shoulder and begins to speak pushing his long curly hair back.)

Axe: We beat all the odds Spoon...they said we weren't going to win, we didn't have a chance...hell we even got jumped before stepping out on the entrance ramp but we won the match. Those two idiots Mafioso and Joe Tunny think they can score an easy victory tonight but there dead wrong.

(Axe takes some small drags blowing the smoke out of his mouth as he looks at Witherspoon.)

Witherspoon: What is this, thier first time wrestling together? Tunny is gonna realize how lucky he was to beat me the second time we were in the ring together, and Mafioso is going to regret running his mouth off.

Axe: Those two are going to get an whoopin' they'll never forget, tonight we go in as if these titles are on the line and show not only those fools but the guys in the back that this ain't some fluke victory.

Witherspoon: Probably not. They'll just say we got lucky again and talk big about how they're gonna take the belts from us. Worth a shot though. And we are going to make both of those losers our *bleep*s

Axe: And just like our t-shirt says...Joe Tunny and Mafioso are going to be Forsaken...like the rest!

Witherspoon: Damn skippy

(The two chuckle before flicking their cigarettes and head into the arena as the Bruisertron blinks out and goes to the announce table.)

JR: Well last Monday at Tokyo Terror in that brutal four-way ladder match The Darkening pulled off a win beating three teams and becoming the new Tag Team Champions.

(The Bruisertron starts up again as it shows some still photos of the ladder match with Axe falling from on top of the ladder to him landing on his opponent below with a ladder underneath. It then shows Witherspoon laying the boots to Tobey Miliken and retrieving the tag titles.)

King: It definitely was a bloody battle and all the teams gave everything they had but The Darkening came through!

(The lights in the arena fade, blackness filling every recess. Flash flares erupt from the ring-posts. ‘Inquisition’ appears on the Bruisertron, and a deep booming voice is heard) 
VOICE: When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 285 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

(The lights in MSG dim as a lone spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp below the bruisertron. "Highway to Hell" begins pouring thru the speakers setting the New York fans on there feet as a slow cloud of white smoke begins to pour from the mouth of the entrance. Reno steps thru the curtain dressed in a black floor length leather tunic. Large silver buckles run up the front of the tunic. Black sunglasses wrap tightly around Reno's face. The lights switch to red giving him a demonic appearence as he starts down the ramp.)

JR:King, It's been two years since Reno has been in the Garden.
King: Yeah last time he was here he was so loaded he tried to take Helga Rosetti for a ride around the park!
JR: He was just being a Gentlemen.
King: NO JR! HE THOUGHT SHE WAS THE HORSE THAT PULLS THE CARRIAGES!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!

(Reno steps thru the ring ropes mounting the turnbuckle and removing his sunglasses. The Garden faithfull erupt in a deafening cheer as the fallen superstar methodically begins to unbucle the tunic exposing black leather wrestling pants and a pair of blood red cowboy boots. )

JR: Reno has physically gone thru quite the transformation King!
King: Yeah, he's gotten fat! Look at that gut!
JR: That gut is an additional 25 pounds of muscle he's put on in the last two years.

(Reno calls for a microphone.)

RENO: MSG!!!!! I HAVE RETURNED!!! I Spent the last two years bouncing around the country. I spent the last two years living like a dog in the street! Locked up, beat down, spit on! I was forgotten and left for dead! Now after two long years I stand before you a broken man! I stand before you a twisted man! I stand before you for the first time as my true self!

Crowd: RENO, RENO, RENO

Reno: Tonite, I stand before you a man with a mission. A man with a plan. Now I can't tell you what the plan is yet. But let me tell you it is something extremely violent, extremely twisted and something you will never...ever forget!

Crowd: RENO, RENO, RENO.

JR: These fans still love Reno even after two years!
King: These fans would love a guy in a monkey suit if the BMWF marketed them right!
JR:Hmmm! Monkey suit thats not a bad Idea
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Stiles


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

(Reno locks up with A.J. Stiles taking him down to the mat with a classic headlock. While Reno has Stiles on the mat he begins to grind forearm across the bridge of the nose of Stiles.)

JR: Reno has a mean streak a country mile wide!
King: I think it's great he's finally not playing to these stupid fans!

(Reno pulls Stiles up by the back of the hair before connecting a hard well placed knee to the temple of A.J. Stiles.)

JR: He's showing no mercy here tonite!
King: I Think one of Stiles fillings just landed on my crown.

(Reno whips the younger wrestler hard into the opposit corner before launching himself at Stiles connecting with a devestating clothesline sending himself and Stiles over the top rope the the hard MSG floor below.)

JR: There both down that was a high risk manuever that may have backfired for Reno.

(Reno puls himself and the dazed Stiles up to a standing position before whipping Stiles toward the steel steps. Wether by desperation or act of God. Stiles reverses the Irish whip sending Reno hard into the steel steps.)

JR: He reversed it!! Reno's down, he's busted wide open King!
King: I told you Reno should have stayed down at the training center. He's just not ready to come back yet!

JR: AJ Stiles uses a superkick on Reno Fontayne.
AJ Stiles nails Reno Fontayne with an elbowdrop.
AJ Stiles holds his hands out like a cross.
AJ Stiles is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Reno Fontayne begs off.
AJ Stiles uses an inverted DDT on Reno Fontayne.
AJ Stiles goes for an elbowdrop, but Reno Fontayne rolls out of the way.
Reno Fontayne goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
AJ Stiles almost takes Reno Fontayne's head off with rolling clothesline
A fan at ringside badmouths AJ Stiles.
Reno Fontayne begs off.
AJ Stiles runs into the ropes.
AJ Stiles almost takes Reno Fontayne's head off with rolling clothesline
A fan at ringside badmouths AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles executes a series of punches on Reno Fontayne.
AJ Stiles covers Reno Fontayne.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.

(Reno dazed begins to sit up as Stiles begins to kick at the chest of the fallen cajun. A steady stream of blood begins to run down the center of Reno's face. A glazed look comes over Reno as he grabs the foot of Stiles and shoves him backwards hard. Stiles lands in hard on the floor of the garden as Reno begins to stand. Reno wipes the blood from his forehead onto his hand.)

King: JR, I dont like the looks of this!
JR: He's not going to Oh that is disgusting!

(Reno licks the blood from his and spitting it at the fallen Stiles.)

King: I told you in Japan, He's Crazy Now!

(Reno begins stomping on the fallen Stiles over and over until the referee exits the ring to force him to let Stiles back into it.)

JR: Reno's measuring him King!

(The groggy Stiles begins to pull himself to his feet as he does Reno locks his arms around the head and neck of Stiles.)

JR: RENO CUTTER! RENO CUTTER!

(Stiles slumps to the mat as Reno rolls him up for the pin.)

JR: The cover, the pin

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Reno Fontayne!

(Reno stands over the unconcious Stiles as the blood from his head wound continues to run down the front of his face. Reno begins to wipe the blood on his hands again.)

JR : what is he about to do King!
King: I don't know but Stiles shouldnt have sent him into those steps all he did was make him mad!

(Reno slaps bloddy hand hard onto the chest of A.J. Stiles leaving a bloody hand print in the center of the chest Stiles.)

Reno: You are the first! The first of many sheep that I will take and lead to slaughter!! Reno is back!!! You here me A.J. !!!!! You tell em all that Reno is back!! That Reno is back and that Reno is looking for them!! Tell them I'm looking for them alll!!!

(Reno hoist the unconcious Stiles up onto his shoulders as the referee pleads with Reno to put him down Reno presses Stiles over his head before dropping him over the top rope to the cold concrete floor below.)

JR: He's crazier than a pet raccoon!
King: Yeah but who is he talking about! Tell who he's back we never cared that he was gone!
JR: I think that's what he means!!
We'll be right back! 0:08:01

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(Aquatic is talking on a cell phone.)

Aquatic: Dude, you're in town!….it's Madison Square Garden, where better to make a comeback?…I know you've moved on from the BMWF, but man, one night…..yeah, but that's different…..I'm a skilled manager, would I steer you wrong?…..Are you sure?….Fine then….all right, bye Norm.

(Aquatic shuts off your cell phone as a crewman comes by carrying a crate.)

Crewman: Hey Aquatic. (setting down the crate) How you doing?

Aquatic: Denny! (Aquatic hugs Denny quick.) I'm doing good, you?

Denny: Good. Who was that?

Aquatic: Ah, an ex-BMWFer I wanted to help Judge out tonight. It's a Madison Square Garden main event, wouldn't it be perfect if he won?

Denny: (smiles) Didn't you promise Lowedown it would be a clean main event?

Aquatic: (grins cheekily) Mayyybe…

Denny: Heh. You make me laugh. I'll see you, all right?

Aquatic: All right.

(Denny picks up the crate and exits. Aquatic smiles at him, but frowns as he leaves.)

Aquatic: Hmm….I should go talk to him now, I suppose.

(Aquatic exits off quickly.)

FADE

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JR: Michael Bole is in the back with Tobey Miliken. We go live to Bole now.

Bole: Thanks JR. Tobey Miliken you have come a long way in a short time. Last week you and Ezekiel got tag team title shots. Unfortunately you lost that match. But tonight you have a TV Title shot, what are your feelings and thoughts of last weeks and tonights match.

Tobey: Bole, first of all last week was a fluke for Spoon and Axe. I was so close to having those titles. I mean I was climbing the ladder and then BOOM… next thing I know I’m kissing concrete. Spoon and Axe are the tag team champs, and while I applaud them in the victory. I DO NOT FIND THEM TO BE THE BEST. The best is Hollywood Inc. Last weeks loss though is in the past. Let’s talk about the present Bole.

TONIGHT… LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN… YOUR’S TRULY WIN’S THE TV TITLE…. AND NOTHING… AND I MEAN NOTHING… GOES WITH HOLLYWOOD BETTER… THAN TV. This match is HUGE! This match is SPECIAL! This match is DESTINY! Tonight Tobey walks out of Madison Square Garden with GOLD! That’s the present.

THE FUTURE THOUGH… IT LOOKS EVEN BRIGHTER. I would like to make a prediction Bole.

Bole: Sure… ok… what’s the prediction.

Tobey: I PREDICT… THAT BEFORE THE END OF THE NEXT PAY PER VIEW… Two men will be wearing the tag team belts and they ain’t Spoon and Axe… they hail from HOLLYWOOD INC. This time next month Bole you will be talking to the TV CHAMP and TAG TEAM CHAMPION along with my friend and fellow TAG TEAM CHAMPION… EZEKIEL!

Bole: That’s a bold prediction.

Tobey: THAT’S A MATTER OF FACT!

JR: WHAT A BEDLAM WE'VE HAD SO FAR!!!

King: You're right on Finnegan, typically shows after a PPV flat out stink, but this one is good.... and we've only just begun.....

JR: Ummm.......King. You know we're on the air, you shouldn't be bad mouthing the company like that.

PA: WE'RE TAKING OVER THIS TOWN!!!!!!!

JR: SOUNDS LIKE BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!!!!

(The arena darkens and a series of pyrotechnics goes off near the entrance. "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera explodes around the arena.)

PA: Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back

(Out of the entrance steps Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski, Bob "Box" Bartelstein and El Cruz Blanco. They stand at the top of the ramp playing to the crowd.)

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

(Box, Sledge and Cruz make their way down the ramp towards the ring. They enter the ring and each member climbs a turnbuckle to fire up the crowd.)

JR: LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE KING!! THEY'RE WORKED UP TO A FRENZY!!!

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

PA: You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're takin over this town

King: Of course they're going nuts Finnegan! They just signed one of the premier superstars in this federation.

(Box is gesturing for a microphone as Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski and El Cruz Blanco stand in the middle of the ring.)

Box: Ever since I came back, what have I been promising you? I've said it over and over again. The days of reruns and running to the urinals en masse during these shows....ARE OVER!!! TCW is new and improved. Which leads me to the reason why we're out here right now.

Box: You see? Aren't I giving you exactly what you want? You want to be entertained. You want a reason to not to watch other shows. You want to hold in the urge to go to the bathroom while you're at home watching Bedlam or dropping down your hard earned cash for a pay per view. That is precisely what TCW is here for! Now, what is it that you people want right now?

Crowd: WE -- WANT -- WHITEY!!! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* WE -- WANT -- WHITEY!!!

Box: WELL....WITHOUT FURTHER ADO. HERE IS THE NEWEST ADDITION TO TCW....WHITE LIGHTNING!!!!

(The Entire Arena Goes Black as Lightning Bolt Symbols flash throughout the arena. Suddenly, "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera begins to blare throughout the arena. White Lightning steps out onto the stage with Big Kev standing next to him. There is a spotlight on both men. White Lightning and Big Kev walk down the ramp and enter the ring. White Lightning motion for Box to throw him the microphone. Box tosses it to him.)

White Lightning: Thanks for the Warm Welcome guys! It's great to be a part of TCW. Talk about a great group of talent. There is only one way we can go, and that's up! Being in the bWo was black and white, and now TCW is…. Color! It's amazing! Like Box said, we are here to entertain and to take our spot as the most dominant stable, not in the BMWF today, but in BMWF history!

(Box and White Lightning embrace in the center of the ring, Box walks to the the side of the ring as El Cruz Blanco and Big Kev shake hands )

JR: White Lightning is standing there in the middle of the ring with his hand extended to Sledge....

King: Sledge doesn't look too excited about this joining with White Lightning.....

(White Lightning makes a "what" gesture and can be seen mouthing the words "come on" as Box who is now holding the ropes open for Cruz and Big Kev watches on....)

JR: something definately seems wrong King....

(Sledge reluctantly takes White Lightning's out stretched hand and shakes it briefly before walking to the ropes...)

JR: things must be okay... Sledge did shake his hand after all....

PA: WE'RE TAKING OVER THIS TOWN!!!!!!!

("Cowboys From Hell" starts again as Sledge arrives at the ring ropes and stares at Bob "Box" Bartelstein.....)

King: I think that there's much more going on here then meets the eye.....

(Sledge continues walking he passes Cruz and Kev who are standing outside the ring waiting for Box and White Lightning to exit the ring)

JR: I think that tonight is going to be a great night......

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(The lights in the arena fade once again, darkness claiming the building. Flash flares erupt from the ring-posts. ‘Inquisition’ appears on the Bruisertron, and a deep booming voice is heard) 
VOICE: If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger?

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(Mafioso and Carlos come walking out of the Urban Legend's locker room and
start walking down the hallway)

Mafioso: So what business is there to take care of today vato?

Carlos: Well...you still owe The Headhunter some cash for all those hits you
put out.

Mafioso: Nah forget about that. I'll pay him next week or something.

Carlos: Ok...what about The Darkening tonight?

(Mafioso looks over at Carlos and gives him an "Are you really serious?"
expression)

Carlos: What? You and Tunny have a match with them and I think that counts
as business essa!

Mafioso: Alright homie let me tell you something. You ever heard the old
saying that if you keep telling a lie long enough eventually people will
accept it as the truth? Well that's exactly what these two are doing. They
keep bragging about winning those tag straps and how everyone underestimates
them and blah blah blah. God I'm sick of hearing it. If anything they
overestimate themselves! One guy gets his @$$ handed to him by Lowedown,on
Live where no one sees it by the way,and thinks he deserves a freaking award
or something! Then we got his partner and oh what a real winner this vato is
homie! Calls himself Axe! I'll have my business partners here in New York
put a freaking axe in his skull and celebrate with them down at Rocco's over
some nice Vitello con Riso and some Biscotti.

Carlos: So you're not worried about The Darkening then?

Mafioso: Not even for a second amigo.

Carlos: Well then I think that's pretty much it for tonight.

Mafioso: Tonight yes but on Wednesday we celebrate el Cinco de Mayo! Did you
get everything?

Carlos: Everything? You just said get as much beer and alcohol as I could.

Mafioso: Yeah so did you get enough?

(Mafioso and Carlos continue walking down the hallway as Carlos starts to
rattle of all the different names of beer and alcohol)

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(Tobey Miliken is pacing in the back when Ezekiel walks up.)

Tobey: You know the plan for tonight now...

(Ezekiel gets a phone call.)

Ezekiel: OK... talk later.

(Ezekiel hangs the phone up.)

Tobey: Look I know you don't like this plan. But it's redemption. I owe that puke a lesson the hard way. THE HOLLYWOOD WAY.

Ezekiel: Look I will help you to get alone with this guy, but that's it. You two are on your own.

Tobey: Just get us alone. I TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILTY, from there on out. This is just a matter between him and me. I just don't want half of his stable running in. It's got to be somewhere where it's just me and him.

Ezekiel: I understand.

Tobey: Tonight is pay back.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

LILLY: His opponent...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT
 
(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs) 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer… (The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.) 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life… (Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre.  The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a red leather kilt and red boots)
 
 
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination of lefts and rights on Headhunter. Headhunter in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut of Headhunter. Headhunter thrown to the outside, Ezekiel follows and throws Headhunter into the steel steps. Headhunter’s leg crashed into the metal steps there. Ezekiel with a couple of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by an elbow drop. Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring to break the ref’s count. 
(Ezekiel throws Headhunter’s left leg into the ring steps once again, then throws him into the ring.) 
JR: Ezekiel back to his feet, he’s not looking too happy. 
(Ezekiel starts stomping on the inside of Headhunter’s leg) 
JR: Doesn’t look like Ezekiel wants to waste any time today. Headhunter has been steam rolling his way through the roster, Ezekiel wants to get this one finished quickly. Ezekiel lifting Headhunter to his feet, Headhunter seems to be favouring his leg. 
JR: A big right hand from Ezekiel knocks him straight back down again. Ezekiel dragging Headhunter to the ring post.
 
King: This looks like it going to hurt.
 
*CRACK*
 
JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is putting all his effort into damaging that leg.
Ezekiel goes for a savate kick, but The Headhunter ducks out of the way.
The Headhunter punches Ezekiel.
Quite a few boos are audible.
The Headhunter punches Ezekiel.
Ezekiel chops The Headhunter.
There are lots of chants for Ezekiel.
Ezekiel punches The Headhunter.
Ezekiel goes for a kick to the thigh, but The Headhunter blocks it.
The Headhunter runs into the ropes.
The Headhunter hits Ezekiel with a clothesline.
The Headhunter whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits The Headhunter with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel hits a legsweep on The Headhunter.
Ezekiel hits The Headhunter with a bulldog.
Ezekiel whips The Headhunter into the ropes, but The Headhunter reverses it.
Ezekiel misses with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel hits The Headhunter with a kick.
Ezekiel nails The Headhunter with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel locks The Headhunter in a guillotine choke.
The Headhunter is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ezekiel lets go after 12 seconds.
Ezekiel hits The Headhunter with a savate kick.
Ezekiel hits a left hook on The Headhunter.
Ezekiel throws The Headhunter out of the ring.
Ezekiel goes through the ropes.
Ezekiel hits a savate kick on The Headhunter.
Ezekiel climbs back into the ring.
The Headhunter climbs back into the ring.

JR: Ezekiel and Headhunter down in the middle of the ring, both men pulling themselves up on the ropes. Headhunter swings and misses, INQUISITION!!! It must be over.
 
KING: The idiot is going to pin the idiot, HA HA HA!!!!
 
JR: Ezekiel falls on top of Headhunter.

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ezekiel.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Ezekiel!

We'll be right back!

 
(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.’s "Sleeping Awake" blares on the PA)

JR: Kolic? What’s he doing here? His match isn’t until later tonight!

King: Maybe he’s out here to quit the match! Or even the BMWF! HAHA!

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries

Can you tell me what it means?

Explain these motions and metaphors

Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and holds his Lightweight Title for all to see. He drapes it on his right shoulder and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind

Nothing is really as it seems

JR: It’ll be Kolic vs. Box for the Hardcore Championship, perhaps Kolic has something to say!

King: He always does! I’ll be surprised if he ever shuts up!

(Kolic tosses his title into the ring, then hops onto the apron and handspring flips over the top rope. He grabs his title and calls for a mic.)

Kolic: For all those who were too poor to afford Tokyo Terror, and I know many of you are...

(Crowd boos, not to Kolic’s surprise)

Kolic: I expected as much from the ignorant masses. As I was saying, I once again defended my title against the TCW Whelp Tai Hashi. I could have easily won within 5 minutes, but I decided to teach Tai a lesson. I wanted him to hurt badly enough that he never seeks my title again. I won’t let that little runt spoil my reign as THE greatest Lightweight Champion of all time!

King: He is the greatest! If you don’t count Judge, White Lightning, Cash Flo, Mafioso, even Tai Hashi!

JR: King!

Kolic: As for my opponent tonight, I must congratulate him on defeating Tyrone Smith. He did what almost no one has ever done: defeat Tyrone in a hardcore match, especially one as violent as that. I also commend him on his

method: he didn’t try to out-fight Tyrone, he out-thought him. Rather than knock him out and toss him over, he locked him in a car and dived out at the last second. While it may seem genius to these people, it’s nothing to me.

If I was in the match instead of Box, I would have built a life-size dummy of me on the side of the bridge, with a loudspeaker that I could talk into remotely. When Tyrone saw "me", I would shout at him until he got mad and charged me, at which point he would plummet over the side and win me the title without throwing a punch. But, of course, Box isn’t that smart...

(The lights go out in the arena as "Hellraiser" by Motorhead flares over the PA system. The song plays for a few seconds and then Bob "Box" Bartelstein steps out onto the ramp carrying a microphone and his black aluminum baseball bat on his back holster. He is wearing the BMWF Hardcore Title around his waist.)

JR: LOOKS LIKE OUR NEWLY CROWNED HARDCORE CHAMPION DIDN'T TAKE KINDLY TO THOSE WORDS!!!

King: KOLIC DID IT NOW!!!

Box: Oh Kolic. Been a long time hasn't it BUDDY!!! See I know exactly what would've happened if you were in that match with Tyrone instead of me. In fact, there's quite a few things that would've happened.

Box: For starters, Tyrone would've won. The Jamaican Monster would've eaten your bones and he'd wear your teeth around his neck on a gold chain like trophy. Next, YOU would've been the life sized dummy. Not the inflatable boyfriend doll that you would claim to borrow from the Prime Time locker room.

King: WOH!!! THEY MAKE INFLATABLE MAN DOLLS?

JR: Yes they do King, yes they do.

King: How do you know that Finnegan?

(Box starts walking down towards the ring while continuing to talk.)

Box: Now you're all alone in that little ring Kolic. Just you and me. Just like how's it's gonna be later on tonight. See, you won't have any of your buddies in there with you. You won't have any backup of any kind. It'll just be you and me. Quite honestly, you can't go toe to toe with me Kolic. There's just no way.

(Box enters the ring between the second and third ropes and stands nose to nose with Kolic.)

Box: That's because you're a lightweight, literally and figuratively. You can't stand in this ring with the big boys. You've never been able to before and you'll never be able to in the future. See, a man is judged by the company he keeps Kolic. Your bestest boosum buddy Tamer can't even have a title match without having his friend in there to tilt the odds in his favor. Just like him, you're a paper champion, and tonight I'm gonna prove it!!

King: STRONG WORDS FROM THE BOXMAN!!

JR: WELL THIS YOUNG MAN HAS THE WEAPONS TO BACK IT UP WITH KING!

Box: TCW does things a little differently Kolic and that's why you couldn't hack it with us. We deal with our own problems. I BEAT TYRONE SMITH, ONE ON ONE!! THE SAME NIGHT, SLEDGE BEATS IGNITION, ONE ON ONE!! THE VERY SAME NIGHT IN THE MAIN EVENT, OUR PRIZED NEW MEMBER WHITE LIGHTNING, BEATS LOWEDOWN AGAINST ALL ODDS!!! THAT'S WHY YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CUT IT WITH ME TONIGHT!! THAT'S WHY YOU'LL BE LUCKY TO WALK OUT OF THE RING!! THAT'S WHY I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU IN THIS RING AS A BROKEN, CRIPPLED LITTLE MAN.....THE CHICAGO WAY!!!

Kolic: Is that so?

JR: Kolic sucker punches Box in the face.

Box drops his mic as Kolic lands two more blows to Bartelstein’s head.

Kolic irish whips Box against the ropes.

Box bounces off the ropes and floors Kolic with a running boot to the head.

Kolic is grabbing his face as Box stands over him laughing.

Box lifts Kolic to his feet, measures him up, and lands a hard knuckle punch to

Kolic’s forehead.

Kolic is bleeding from the forehead.

King: I THINK KOLIC JUST SNAPPED!!!

JR: Kolic connects with several hard shots to Box’s head.

Box chops Kolic twice to the throat and heaves him over the top rope.

(Several BMWF referees run down to the ring and get in-between Box and Kolic. The scene fades with Kolic yelling at Box and Bartelstein yelling back while gesturing to his Hardcore Title.)

>>>

 (The scene opens up backstage at the MSG. An eager looking Tai Hashi is standing next to BMWF's interviewer Michael Bole who, as always, has a microphone poised for action.)

Michael Bole: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing next to "The Rock Star" or "Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi.  OK, Tai. Last week on the PPV, Tokyo Terror, you lost in a BMWF Light-Heavyweight Championship match to Kolic, what's your feelings towards that?

Tai Hashi: Michael, that stuff was in the past, is gone, it's dead and buried. I now just have to look into the future and battle my future obstacles.

Michael Bole: Well, tonight your first obstacle is Brotherhood's very own Hardcore Harry. This guy is bigger than you and has more experience, do you really think you can win this match?

Tai Hashi: Of course I can, I am Mr. Persistence, I do not give up. I especially don't give up to Brotherhood members, people who disrespect our current World Champion, Lowedown.

Michael Bole: If I can just interrupt you there, when you first won the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Champion you interrupted Lowedown and you disrespeted him.

Tai Hashi: That was in the past, weren't you just listening? I said that the past is long forgotten and is dead and buried, it's time to turn over a new leaf and Hardcore Harry is in for an electrifying, mesmerising rock star beating tonight. Dig that!

(Fade.)

>>>

(The scene opens up backstage where Michael Bole is standing next to Witherspoon and Axe both with their titles slung over their shoulders. The sold out crowd in Madison Square Garden roars with boos as Bole begins the interview.)

Bole: I am standing next to the new BMWF Tag Team Champions, Witherspoon and Axe also known as The Darkening who won last Monday at Tokyo Terror in the four-way ladder match. Now Axe before the match you and Witherspoon were attacked by Joe Tunny and Mafioso both members of The Urban Legends. Why did you want to have a match with them tonight?

(Axe looks at Bole as if he is an alien.)

Axe: You sure ask some stupid questions. Let me ask you something Bole, if you were attacked by someone on the street would you sit and take the beating or would you try and fight back?

Bole: Well...I'd fight back.

Axe: Of course you would...now I don't know if slapping and nail scratching would do the trick but you'd try and fight him off.

(The crowd laughs at this comment.)

Axe: You see this is exactly what I am saying. Do you think Witherspoon and I are just going to take the backstage assault from those morons and not do a damn thing in return? Of course not! We're going to exact revenge in any way possible and in this circumstance we have a match tonight! THAT is why we're facing them, nobody attacks us without getting something in return and trust me they will.

Bole: How about you Witherspoon what's your thoughts?

Witherspoon: Bole, your smarter then that. You've seen what happens to people who decide to attack me.

Bole: Would you like to make any comments referring to Hollywood Inc. as you two seem to be talking about an exciting match which will either be next week on Bedlam or at the Pay-Per-View. Witherspoon would you like to comment first as you issued the challenge correct?

Witherspoon: My thoughts are that Tobey is in serious need of Therapy. Twice already we have met in a no DQ match, and twice I messed up Tobey beyond belief, but now he wants to do it a third time? That's a call for help.

Bole: Axe your thoughts?

Axe: I think it's a good idea and if it's okay by the management we want it to happen at the next Pay-Per-View but if not next week is fine..we have a little history with those two and I think this match could be the final nail in the coffin to end it all and prove who really is the best in the industry. Because it's not Tobey...and it's definitely not Ezekiel but if we have to beat them again...so be it.

Bole: How do you think tonight's match will go Witherspoon?

Witherspoon: Tunny is going to learn how Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I'm going to make Mafioso my own personal mexican *bleep*!

Bole: And you Axe?

Axe: We're going to give them a beatdown they deserve...there little attack didn't do much to us as we still won at Tokyo Terror but I am sure they will be feeling our beating for a long while!

Bole: Well thank you very much gentleman and good luck in your match up tonight.

Axe: Whatever Bole get out of here.

(The two then go inside the locker room as the scene goes to the announce booth.)

JR: These two are fired up for their match and seem very determined to win King.

King: Yeah the only problem I see is that Levon Jones, Black and Chuck Tunny are backstage to help out and there's only two members of The Darkening!

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

At a total combined weight of 544 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Axe... Witherspoon... THE DARKENING

(Madison Square Garden is bathed in darkness as they hear the laughter of children followed by taunting and teasing when suddenly a huge pyro erupts at the front entrance as Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" blares from the speaker systems. The sold out capacity crowd roar with boos and begin their chants.)

(As the cloud of smoke clears The Darkening are seen standing on the stage with their Tag Team Titles around their shoulders. Witherspoon is wearing his new t-shirt with camo pants and black boots with Axe with the exactly same shirt but wearing torn denim shorts, leather jacket, and black Doc Martins. He also has his kendo stick in his right hand. Witherspoon is carrying his Shinai.)

(The two methodically make their way down the ramp ignoring the crowd before the they both slide into the ring and climb opposite turnbuckles and raise their Tag belts high in the air soaking in the boos and obscenities from the capacity crowd. They jump down and receive a mic from the announcer as Axe places his kendo underneath the turnbuckle and walks over to the center of the ring and goes to lift the mic up to speak but the chants begin. Witherspoon places his Shinai leaning against the ring and goes to stand next to Axe with his arms crossed over his chest.)

ONE SIDE OF CROWD: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

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

(Axe doesn't react but actually grins along with Witherspoon as they take it in showing they are not bothered. Finally the crowd settles and Axe speaks...)

Axe: You know what? That chant doesn't bother me and the answer is simple...it's because we are the BMWF World Tag Team Champions!

(Crowd boos.)

JR: Well the crowd doesn't seem to agree.

King: There idiots JR!

Axe: That's right I said Witherspoon and I were going to become the Tag Champs but nobody had any faith in us...nobody thought we had the capability to win and become victorious! It was as if I was a kid again being told I would amount to nothing...that I would get eaten alive in the real world...well guess what I am standing next to my partner with the Tag Team belts across our shoulders! We are the greatest tag team to ever assemble and also probably the only team whom have won the titles in only two matches of being together!

(Crowd boos.)

Axe: You should be giving me the respect I rightfully deserve! I won Gold why don't I have any recognition from you people?! Perhaps tonight will open all your eyes when we decimate Joe Tunny and Mafioso inside this very ring...the two men who attacked us backstage to stop us from winning but it didn't do a damn thing! We went out there and took out the competition!

Axe: Hollywood Inc.? GONE!

Urban Legends? GONE!

Team Beautiful? GONE!

Axe: It didn't matter who was thrown at us we defeated em'! And that's what we plan on doing with these wannabe gangsters! Just wait and see New York! Everything will make sense and I will get my respect!!!

(The crowd boos as Axe shakes his head and hands the mic to Witherspoon.)

Witherspoon: Now, what we will see here is if Tunny and Mafioso have the huevos,

(Witherspoon reaches into his pocket and pulls out two eggs)

Witherspoon: to face us without their little stable interfering. Can they beat us with out the help of their friends?

(Witherspoon throws the eggs out into the crowd. The crowd begins booing and chanting again)

Witherspoon: No, the truth is, they can't

(Witherspoon hands the mic back as Axe removes his leather jacket and puts it in the corner as the two discuss a plan waiting for the bell and their opponents.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny and Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
At a total combined weight of 475 pounds...
From Newark, NJ... weighing in at 240 pounds...
"Scrappy" Joe Tunny
His partner...
From Mexico City... weighing in at 235 pounds...
Mafioso

(The lights dim, and Marilyn Manson’s “Mobscene” blares forth from the speakers. The crowd starts to boo as the Urban Legends’ icon vibrates on the Bruisertron. Suddenly, a flurry of pyros shoot up, rocking MadisonSquareGarden, and scenes of the Urban Legend’s past brutality light up the screen in a fast-paced montage. As the pyros end, Mafioso and Scrappy Joe Tunny enter the stage, followed by Carlos and Chuck Tunny. The four make their way to the ring, taunting the booing crowd along the way. Mafioso heads to a corner as Tunny goes to the opposite one. Both jump simultaneously onto the second rope in the corner, raising their fists in the air, accompanied by a burst of pyro from the ring posts. As the music fades, Tunny and Mafioso start limbering up in the ring as Carlos and Chuck consult them from the outside.) 
 
 
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Axe and Witherspoon make rush the Urban Legends, but Tunny and Mafioso take them down with simultaneous clotheslines! The Darkening stumble to their feet, but are met with simultaneous dropkicks, sending them over the rope to the outside!
 
King: Wow! Tunny and Mafioso are showing remarkable team tactics for a pair who have never worked together before!
 
JR: The Urban Legends jump to the outside. Mafioso picks up Axe and gives him a hard shot to the jaw! He grabs hold of Axe’s arm and whips him toward Tunny. A running forearm smash grounds Axe! Now Tunny picks up Witherspoon and knees him in the gut! He whips Witherspoon over to Mafioso, and…spinebuster onto the concrete floor! Tunny and Mafioso pick up Axe and set him up…double suplex onto the concrete! 
King: We’ve only just started and already The Darkening is laid out on the floor! 
JR: The Urban Legends pick up Witherspoon and roll him back into the ring. They follow him in, and whip him into the ropes! A double knee to the gut leaves Witherspoon bent over in pain. Mafioso grabs him…and tries to lift him up for a piledriver! But Witherspoon is a big man – I don’t think Mafioso can do it!  
King: He can with Tunny’s help! Tunny lifts Witherspoon’s legs, and…piledriver on the big man! Mafioso goes for the cover! One..two..but Axe re-enters the ring and pules Mafoso off by his leg! Tunny rushes over and stomps Axe in the head! Tunny picks him up and knees him hard between the legs! Jaw breaker on Axe! Axe rolls out of the ring as the ref directs Tunny to his corner! 
JR: We finally have only two wrestlers in the ring! Mafioso picks up a dazed Witherspoon…and hits a devastating face buster! Mafioso goes to the corner and tags in Tunny! Tunny hops into the ring and starts stomping like crazy on Witherspoon’s head! He picks up Witherspoon and walks him to the corner, where Mafioso is waiting! 
King: Witherspoon is in enemy territory – he’s in big trouble! 
JR: Tunny with a flurry of punches, sending Witherspoon in a heap to the mat! He holds onto the ropes as he stomps on Witherspoon, but the ref pushes him away! The ref’s back is turned, and Chuck Tunny just handed Mafioso the steel chain! Mafioso is choking Witherspoon with the chain while Tunny keeps the ref busy! Witherspoon’s face is turning blue! Mafioso finally lets go, just as the ref turns back in Witherspoon’s direction! Tunny going back toward Witherspoon, but Axe rushes in and hits Tunny with a shoulder block! The ref is now trying to get Axe out of the ring, leaving Tunny and Mafioso in the corner with Witherspoon! Tunny tags in Mafioso, and hits a parting shot right at Witherspoon’s jaw as he exits! Witherspoon is dazed…Mafioso with a super kick sending Witherspoon crashing to the mat! Mafioso with the cover! 
King: The ref has gotten Axe back out of the ring, but he’s not counting! He didn’t see the tag, and won’t allow for the cover! 
JR: Witherspoon’s been covered for at least six or seven