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

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

("Victory" plays for a few seconds turning everyone's head towards the entrance ramp. Soon, The entire Brotherhood step out onto the ramp. They joke around with eachother and looks like they have no cares in the world.)

JR: Master Z just pulled out a microphone! This could turn into a bad situation fast!

Master Z: Blah Blah Blah! All that everyone does is talk! They talk about respect. They make threats. Some, without mantioning names, even claim to be "the best."

JR: Here we go!

Well let me tell you something! Feelings of respect shouldn't be consuming you right now! The BMWF should be running, hiding, and fearing that The Brotherhood maight be coming for them tonight! Don't threaten The Brotherhood, we don't think twice about it. Instead, do something smart... get on you knees and beg us to spare you! Don't blab about you accomplishments and claims to fame! Nomatter what you've done or plan to do, The Brotherhood will be the deciding factor!

(Master Z pauses to take off his shades. He slides them into his pocket before continuing.)

Master Z: People just don't get it! The Brotherhood is number one now! This federation is ours! All of your attempts to band against us have failed miserably! Give up! Give in! Get out! Especially you, Lowedown! You're time is up! At any second The Brotherhood could march into that ring and take you out for good!

(Scotty Scott sticks his arm out to hold Master Z back. He takes the microphone.)

Scotty Scott: At Tokoyo Terror... A couple of guys that been runnin' their punk mouths 'bout the Brotherhood got a tatse of what it is like ta feel the heat from the biggest man in the Brotherhood.... Pain..... But ya know... I don't think they really got the message.... Tobey... Pain took ya out coz... Well quite frankly he just hates yer guts.... Sledge... Pain did that for.... ME!!!!! Ya been runnin' 'round here acttin' all high and mighty.... All of a sudden Sledge has concern for muh boy, Iggy.... Ya keep on talkin' 'bout don't drink the Kool Aide... Well... Ya wanna talk 'bout Kool Aide.... What is that crap ya been feedin' those morons that been followin' ya all this time? Ya know who I'm talkin' 'bout... Box... Cruz... Even Tai and Eco when they were with the Chicago Way.... Ya lied ta them... Ya made them think that at the time that the Chicago way was goin' ta be 'nother Union.... Somethin' great on the horizon.... But then ya bailed out on them... Leavin' them high and dry... So ya wanna talk 'bout leadin' people down a premrose path... Look no farther than yerself.

Rey: Last week amigos... We made ourselves shamed before ourselves and you.

Tazan: We lost the Tag Team titles to the Darkening.

Rey: I have felt this lost was a fluke.

Tazan: So have I. But I am not here to whin like others that lose their titles bottos.

Rey: No we want to evoke the rematch clause in the contract... Darkening...

Tazan: If you are true champions then you have no problem with such.

Rey: But then again, you are not true champions...

Tazan: So we know that you will not.

Pain: Scotty.... Last week... You told me to destroy Sledge... I did just what you said.... I took pleasure in the sacrifice of Tobey... But Tobey.... This is not over.... You are still walking...You are still breathing... What I will do to you next will make sure that you will never walk away again.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

(As "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine blasts through the arena Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtains to a standing ovation from the crowd. Tai smiles and walks down the ramp giving hi-fives to the crowd, he slides into the ring and stretches against the ropes awaiting Hardcore Harry.)

JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi takes Hardcore Harry down with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
A small "Tai Hashi" chant is being started.
Tai Hashi executes straight kick on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi nails Hardcore Harry with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi executes toe kick on Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is starting to get behind Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
A small "Tai Hashi" chant is being started.
Tai Hashi goes for a bulldog, but Hardcore Harry throws him off.
Hardcore Harry goes for a side suplex, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi hits toe kick on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry executes a side suplex on Tai Hashi.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Hardcore Harry covers Tai Hashi.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry whips Tai Hashi into the ropes, but Tai Hashi reverses it.
Tai Hashi hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Tai Hashi executes a stiff karate kick to the head on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tai Hashi uses a springboard legdrop on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
Tai Hashi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tai Hashi uses a springboard legdrop on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tai Hashi hits a stiff karate kick to the head on Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi hits Hardcore Harry with a springboard legdrop.
The crowd is cheering on Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Tai Hashi attempts to place Hardcore Harry on the turnbuckle, but Hardcore Harry
blocks it.
Tai Hashi goes for a stiff karate kick to the head, but Hardcore Harry
ducks out of the way.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Tai Hashi with a kick.
Hardcore Harry nails Tai Hashi with a side suplex.
Hardcore Harry nails Tai Hashi with a legdrop.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry uses a sidewalk slam on Tai Hashi.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Hardcore Harry hits a legdrop on Tai Hashi.
Hardcore Harry goes for an atomic drop, but Tai Hashi counters it with a bulldog
.
The crowd is cheering on Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi nails Hardcore Harry with a stiff karate kick to the head.
Tai Hashi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry hits Tai Hashi with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry goes for an elbowdrop, but Tai Hashi rolls out of the way.
Tai Hashi goes for straight kick, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry goes for a choke slam, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry reverses it.
Hardcore Harry misses with a clothesline.
Tai Hashi hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Hardcore Harry hits him with a low blow.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.
He goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry takes Tai Hashi down with a Northern Lights suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry executes the Hardcore Hell on Tai Hashi.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry throws Bart Farinus into the ringpost.
Bart Farinus falls out of the ring.
Bart Farinus is out cold.
Hardcore Harry nails Tai Hashi with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Bart Farinus crawls back into the ring.
Bart Farinus is back on the job.
Bart Farinus disqualifies Hardcore Harry.
Tai Hashi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING*

>>>>

JR: Folks, earlier tonight our cameras caught the following out in the
parking lot

(Outside in the parking lot, the roar of a car engine approaching can be
heard. Seconds later, a familiar black and red chameleon painted Diablo GTR
comes ripping through the parking lot. It cuts turns and drifts inches away
from parked cars before sliding sideways to a halt just a few feet away from
the camera is positioned. The engine cuts off and the bass from the car's
sound system can be heard booming seeming louder than the roar of the
engine. The trademark Lamborghini doors lift open and the sounds of
Audioslave’s “Set It Off” pour out from the vehicle. The music stops and
Tamer and Tyrone climb out of the car to the approval of the crowd; Tamer
has his Gold Belt around his waist, The Intercontinental title draped on one
shoulder and, his black duffle bag hanging from the other while Tyrone isn't
carrying anything and is in street clothes)

Tamer: See the music wasn’t bad right?

Tyrone: Dat was good. But ya just said rock music. Ya didn’t say Audioslave.
See dat’s good music.

Tamer: Oh and rock music isn’t good music?

Tyrone: I’m just playing dawg. But if ya wanna hear somet'in' dat'll "Set it
off", let da 'Rone show ya some'in'.

(Tyrone leans back in the car and presses a few buttons on the CD player.
After a few moments of silence, we're hit with a singular, heavy bass. "Set
It Off" by Skindred blares out of the car now. The thick Jamaican accent of
the lead singer comes out clear as the rock guitars play in the background.)

Tyrone: Now DAT'S how ya set it off, son!

Tamer: Noted...

(Tyrone leans back in and turns off the car. He and Tamer close the doors
and start to walk towars the arena)

Tyrone: So congrat’s on dat IC strap.

Tamer: Yeah thanks. I still can’t believe that Box pulled it off.

Tyrone: Jus' rub it in, dawg...

Tamer: I’m sorry I just meant...

Tyrone: I know what ya meant. 'Tis fine; he was just a nasty ex-girfrien' to
b'gin wit', ya know?

Tamer: Yeah. You got the World Title waiting for you now.

Tyrone: Sho' Nuff. Dat title’s comin' where it b'longs an' dats around
Step-Daddy’s waist.

Tamer: Right on man. Thanks again for the ride.

Tyrone: No prob. Ya is a better dude dan I use ta t'ink.

Tamer: Yeah well I gotta go get ready.

Tyrone: Me too. After da show we goin' to Club 700, right?

Tamer: You’re not getting tired of hanging out with this “drinking partner”.

Tyrone: Eff dat mudda rass. Ya an 'Rone is friends.

Tamer: Oh yeah?

Tyrone: Don’t get mushy on me, boy.

(Tamer laughs)

Tamer: See you later than.

Tyrone: Later dawg.

(Tamer and Tyrone head their separate ways as we fade.)

(The BMWF cameras come back from commercial break as Michael Bole is
standing, waiting for his scheduled interveiw with one of the four newest
wrestlers accepted by the BMWF. After a quick moment, Michael Bole notices
Michael Miracle and his manager, Adam Teller, walking that way. Michael
Miracle walks right up to Bole, and shakes his hand. Adam Teller then shakes
Bole's hand. Michael Bole then nods to the camera, starting the
interveiw...)

Michael Bole: Ladies and Gentalmen, Tonight I have one of the newest members
of the BMWF, Michael "Drummer" Miracle, along with his manager, "Moody" Adam
Teller. How are you doing today?

Michael Miracle: Well I'm do...

Adam Teller: Can we just start the interveiw?

Michael Bole: Okay, I am sorry. My first question is for you Michael. Why
the BMWF?

Michael Miracle: The BMWF is legendary. It is the battle ground of legends
like Lowedown and Master Z. The BMWF...

Adam Teller: The answer is this. Michael's main goal is to win the highest
honor in the world of wrestling, the BMWF Championship. Period. Next
question.

Michael Bole: Okay then. Next, what is with the nickname? Why "Drummer"?

Michael Miracle: Well, before I became a wrestler, I was accually the
drummer for a band called mainframe. I thought that...

Adam Teller: You want to know why? It is because wrestling is just like
beating on a drum. First, you have to keep a constant pace. Secondly, it
requires hard work to be good at it. And lastly, not only is my client a
future legend in the world of wrestling, but he is The God of Rock and Roll.

Michael Miracle: Adam, didn't we talk about this?

Adam Teller: Yes, we did. But I just want to let the world know of how great
you are at everything you do, and how great you will be in this bussiness.

Michael Miracle: But...

Adam Teller: But what? Huh? But what Mike?

Michael Bole: Now I see where you get your nickname "Moody".

Adam Teller: You know what, I am not going to take this crap any longer. You
meet me in your locker room after this interveiw, because we have some
things to go over, okay Miracle?

(Miracle nods toward Adam. Adam turns and walks back the way that him and
Miracle came for the interveiw. The camera swings back over to Miracle and
Bole, who are about to continue the interveiw...)

Michael Miracle: I am very sorry about him. He just has very high hopes.

Michael Bole: As I can see. Well, do you have any last comments before we
end the interveiw?

Michael Miracle: I have just a couple of things to say. First,
congradulations to Howizter, Rogue Morrello, and Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson
for making it in to the BMWF along with me. I wish them the best of luck.
Also, I want to thank Brusier for giving me a chance to shine in the BMWF.

Michael Bole: Well, Mike, thnk you for your time and I wish you the best of
luck in the BMWF.

Michael Miracle: Thank you, have a nice day.

(Bole and Miracle shake hands, and then Miracle turns around and walks down
the hallway, heading toward the locker rooms. Bole looks at the camera, and
gives a quick slashing movement along his neck. The camera fades away from
the interveiw hall to the ring...)

>>>

(Bob "Box" Bartelstein is working out in the TCW locker room by reviewing tape of his match with Tyrone Smith.)

Box: Dang, I remember that hit! That boy hits like Ivan Drago in Rocky IV.

(The television shows the scene of Box driving the car containing Tyrone Smith off the bridge.

Box: But I remember that part even better.

(Box pats the Hardcore Championship Title around his title when suddenly there is a knock on the door.)

Box: COME ON!!!

(Blizzard Box walks in. He is severely taped up and is in obvious physical pain from his beating at the hands of The Headhunter.)

Blizzard Box: You wanted to see me?

Box: Yeah I did. Seems that I owe you a favor. Well, the Boxman knows the meaning of the word gratitude so is there anything I can do for you?

Blizzard Box: Well yeah actually. Do you know anything about tax deferred annuities? I tried asking around the locker room, but nobody knows anything about it.

Box: Of course they didn't. There is one guy in that locker room that is infallible though. Just ask him and he'll tell you so. Half that locker room is the first-generation of upright walkers in their family. Just look at them. Sheeesshh!! Now the Boxman knows a thing or two about making you a buck. That's what makes the world go around my man. That...AND RATINGS!!!

Blizzard Box: Great Bob!

Box: Ummm....the favor doesn't include calling me Bob. Box, Boxman or Champ. Otherwise, ixnay on the Obay. Only my brother from another mother, the fans, and Raul can call me Bob. So now let's get back to helping you out. If got this great book right here....

(Box reaches into his travel bag and pulls out a book called, "Advanced Accounting 101: Avoid Paying "The Man" And Pay Yourself Instead".)

Box: This little baby has done wonders for me. I'm sure it'll do the same for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm watching a bootlegged copy of my match.

Blizzard Box: Why watch a bootlegged copy? Didn't you have to pay for that.

Box: Yeah, but it was cheaper than buying the PPV on DVD with the employee discount. That's covered in Chapter 2 of that book.

Blizzard Box: Thanks Boxman. Take it easy.

Box: You too and thanks again.

(Blizzard Box exits the room and Bartelstein pulls out a cigar and lights up.)

Box: Ahhh....another cheapskate is born.

(Scene fades with Box smiling gleefully at the television monitor which is paused showing him holding up the Hardcore Championship.)

PA: CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION TO MY GANGSTA NATION!

(The lights in the arena go out. The Bruisertron shows an image of a globe spinning. It slowly stops rotating and zooms in on the US. The outline of California glows red, and then it spreads throughout the entire United States.)

King: The Thug is here!

(Pyro explodes from the stage as “Gangsta Nation” by Westside Connection blasts through the arena.)

JR: He is back here in the states from out World tour!

(Pyro continues to explode as “Urban Legends” shows on the Bruisertron. Smoke from the pyro engulfs the entrance as Dreadnaught steps up to the edge of the stage. He points out to the fans of MSG, as the camera closes in on the bandage on his forehead.)

JR: He got cracked with those brass knucks from Z at Tokyo Terror.

(Dreadnaught strolls down to the ring. He is dressed in his “Thug U” T-shirt and a black fedora. He slides under the bottom rope and stands on the second turnbuckle. He poses for the screaming New York crowd before calling for a mic.)

Dreadnaught: The original Urban Legend is here, all up in your area! What’s poppin’ NY?

(The fans explode as Dreadnaught points out to the fans.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, I know I am a west coast guy, but, you cats know how to make a Thug feel at home! I may just have to call up Trump, and get in one of those suites he has, ‘cause this is all love! But, what is not all love, is what happened at Tokyo Terror! See, the entire playing field has changed, and the Dread-daddy has chosen his side. And that is the side that I have never left. I side with the streets, and the Urban Legends!

(Dreadnaught points out to the fans.)

Dreadnaught: That’s right, the Urban Legends may not have had great success in Tokyo, but let me break it down to you right now. Right here, in NYC, we are gonna run the streets. And Dread is gonna kick it off by showing White Lightning what I do to chumps! Not only chumps, but peeps that turn their backs. Peeps that don’t respect what others do for them. And peeps that change their game up. That’s right, WL used to have his game in order. He used to be a great man, now he is just one of those Chicago (BLEEPS)! He ain’t a has been, he is a never was! And that is because he keeps turning his back. It is just a matter of time! The only one that has stuck with him is Big Kev, and that ain’t helped him get anything. He is just a big crippled goof that likes to hang around (BLEEPS) like WL! Let me ask you NY, you like TCW?

Fans: HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

JR: I didn’t think these fans would like them!

Dreadnaught: Yo, I feel the same way! And tonight, we will all show him what the streets is about! See, I live on your steets! I LOVE YOUR STEETS! This is what the Urban Legends is representin’! Do the Legends run this motha for you?

FANS HELLL YEAHHHHHH!

Dreadnaught: Tonight, I came back to the states to bring the pain! So, let’s get it kicked off right, and bounce TCW straight out of town!

(The fans explode as Dreadnaught jumps up on the second turnbuckle and tosses the fedora out to the fans. He jumps down as “Gangsta Nation” plays through the arena. Dreadnaught walks up the ramp.)

JR: These fans love Dreadnaught!

>>>

(The scene switches and shows Cherri Runnels knocking on Shane Perish's
door.)

Shane(from inside): Come on in.

(Cherri opens the door and walks in. Shane's sitting on a couch and drinking
a glass of scotch. He has his T.V. title draped across his lap.)

Shane: Hey Cherri. What's up?

Cherri: I was hoping to get a few words.

Shane: No problem, come on and sit down.

(Shane pats the coushin next to him. Cherri walks over and sits down. Shane
reaches to the table and pours another glass of scotch and hands it to
Cherri.)

Cherri: I shouldn't, not at work.

Shane: I'm at work, just celebrating. Come on Cherri celebrate with me.

(Cherri takes the glass reluctantly and sips it slowly then sets it down on
the table.)

Cherri: *Cough* Uh hum...that's strong

Shane: Just a little. Ok now you can get on with your interview.

Cherri: Ok well at Tokyo Terror you won the coveted BMWF Television title
from Vernon Vanderbilt in a triple threat when you beat the former champion
and Tamer. You accomplished at large feat. You are now one of the biggest
stars in the BMWF. How does that make you feel?

(Cherri looks at the T.V.. Shane gets a smirk on his face.)

Shane: Well Cherri. Being one of the biggest stars in the BMWF feels great.
And the T.V. title is one everyone wants to hold, or at least touch. Do you
wanna touch it Cherri?

(Cherri Runnels nods.)

Cherri: Uh, Uh, Sure...that'd be great.

(Cherri reaches out to touch the T.V. title when the locker room door opens
and Jacklyn J. walks in. Cherri turns her attention to Jacklyn J.)

Shane: Thank god, Jacklyn tell her to get out of her I tried but she
wouldn't leave.

Cherri: What, what?

Jacklyn J.: You skank get out. Get away from my man.

Shane: Yeah Cherri, I would expect you to be more professional than that.

(Cherri gets up and runs out. Jacklyn slams the door behind her.)

Shane: Thanks sweet heart. I didn't want to have to put my hands on her she
might have liked it.

Jacklyn J. : I'm just glad I got here in time.

Shane: Yeah well, hey I have to go my match is up soon.

(Shane gets up and walks out with his title as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena dim to black. A blinding flash goes off with a
thunderous boom. Blue laser lights go over the crowd accompanied by gold
strobes.)

PA: Now it’s your time to Perish!!!

(“Superstar 2" by Saliva hits the PA Shane Perish swaggers out from behind
the curtain with his T.V. title slung over his shoulder he's followed by a
smirking Jacklyn J..)

JR: There is our new T.V. champion Shane "Sy" Perish. Folks for those of you
who missed Tokyo Terror, Shane won the title in a triple threat match
against Vernon Vanderbilt and Tamer.

King: He pinned Vernon Vanderbilt for the title. He beat the former T.V.
champ to win it that proves he deserved it.

(Shane turns his head and looks at the title on his shoulder. He blows on it
and then wipes it over with a hankerchief. Shane puts the hankerchief away
and starts walking down the ramp. The crowds boo's are deafening.)

JR: This crowd here in MSG is shaking the building.

King: They sure do hate Shane alot.

(Shane and Jacklyn reach the ring. Jacklyn holds the middle rope down for
Shane. Shane steps thru and walks to the far edge of the ring. Jacklyn hops
down the apron. Shane turns to the ref and hands him the belt and wiats for
the bell.)

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken nails Shane Perish with a neck snap.
The cheers for Tobey Miliken are drowning out the boos.
Tobey Miliken takes Shane Perish down with the Rolling Thunder.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken misses with a shoulderblock.
Tobey Miliken nails Shane Perish with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Shane Perish with a neck snap.
Tobey Miliken executes neckbreaker on Shane Perish.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tobey Miliken.
Shane Perish whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins pulls down the top rope.
Rick Patrick threatens Tobey Miliken with disqualification.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Shane Perish
reenters the ring.
Tobey Miliken takes Shane Perish down with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken chops Shane Perish.
Shane Perish hits Tobey Miliken.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken punches Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Shane Perish kicks Tobey Miliken.
Shane Perish punches Tobey Miliken.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Shane Perish.
Shane Perish hits Tobey Miliken.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shane Perish and a few others cheering
him.
Shane Perish hits a backbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Shane Perish whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Tobey Miliken with a spinebuster.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shane Perish and a few others cheering
him.
Shane Perish hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Tobey Miliken crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish nails Tobey Miliken with a brainbuster.
Shane Perish takes Tobey Miliken down with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Tobey Miliken with a backdrop.
Tobey Miliken falls out of the ring.
Shane Perish rolls out under the bottom rope.
Shane Perish whips Tobey Miliken into the guardrail.
Shane Perish almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a clothesline
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins comes from behind and distracts Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken throws Shane Perish into the guardrail.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins comes from behind, but Shane Perish nails
"The Director" Shawn Rollins.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Tobey Miliken runs Shane Perish into the ringsteps.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Tobey Miliken whips Shane Perish into the guardrail.
Rick Patrick counts: 4.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins comes from behind, but Shane Perish nails
"The Director" Shawn Rollins.
Tobey Miliken throws Shane Perish into the guardrail.
Tobey Miliken nails Shane Perish with a punch to the side of the head.
Rick Patrick counts: 5.
Tobey Miliken climbs back into the ring.
Shane Perish climbs back into the ring.
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken sets up Shane Perish on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken uses Tree of Woe baseball slide on Shane Perish.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Tobey Miliken.
A few fans are booing Shane Perish, while a few others are cheering him.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shane Perish and a few others cheering
him.

*DING DING*

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown standing outside of a locker room labeled, "LoweDown." He knocks on the door but does not get an answer, so The Judge pushes the door open and steps inside.)

Judge: LoweDown, Flame...you in here?

(The Judge looks around and sees that no one is in the room. He's about to turn around and exit when he sees the BMWF World title sitting on a bench.)

Judge: Soon...all this...the BMWF World title and the World Champion luxury suite will all be mine.

(The Judge grabs the World title and tosses it over his shoulder. He stands in front of a mirror admiring himself holding the World title and grins as the camera slowly fades.)

(White Lightning is seen on the phone in the middle of the TCW locker room.)

White Lightning: uh huh....... uh-huh..... uh-huh..... cool, yeah next week would be great....

(White Lightning hangs up the phone and turns... as he turns the camera pans to show Bob "Box" Bartelstein sitting on a bench..... just as the camera gets to him he uses a remote control to click a CD player back on What go around come around, kid" by Cypress Hill plays in the background....)

White Lightning: Bob.... BMWF media wants to do a feature on my joining TCW....

Box: a feature.... like a magazine article?

White Lightning: no Bob.... I think they want it to go onto a DVD.... its going to be like a reality show thing...

(Sledge is heard yelling from off screen)

Sledge: NO!!!!! NO REALITY SHOWS!!!!!!

(Sledge comes walking from the shower area of the locker room, with only his pants on.... but just barely as they are unbuckled....)

Sledge: I ain't doin any *BEEP*in' reality shows.....

(Sledge glares over at White Lightning...)

Sledge: What did you tell them?

White Lightning: I told them it was okay.....

Sledge: You made a decision regarding the entire group without consulting with us first? I hate that *BEEP*....

(Box stands up from where he is seated, ands approaches Sledge and White Lightning...)

Box: I'm not too keen on doing a reality show either....

White Lightning: but the publicity..... it would be great for the group....

(Sledge glares back at White Lightning...)

White Lightning: it would get more hype for us, and therefore could help us sell more merchandise.....

(Sledge continues staring at White Lightning for a few moments)

Sledge: fine..... you want to bring them in next week.... fine.... but for one week only....

(Box looks to White Lightning before he speaks...)

Box: Hey Whitey.... I think Jerry and I got to talk in private for a few minutes.....

White Lightning: That's fine I'll go tell Cruz and Kev.....

(White Lightning exits the locker room and leaves Box and Sledge alone... after they're sure he's gone Box begins....)

Box: WHAT THE *BEEP* IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!!

(Sledge angrily looks back at Box)

Sledge: my problem.... I'm a little *BEEP*in' *BEEP*ed off is what my problem is....

Box: why, because of the reality show?

Sledge: no because of you....

(Box looks shocked by Sledge's answer...)

Sledge: You went and extended an invite to Whitey before even checking with me...., from what I understand, you extended the invite before you even told me you were *BEEP*in' comin' back....

Box: I had to jump before Prime Time or the Union offered him something... just think of what the quarter hours are going to look like with Whitey in TCW.....

Sledge: D@mmit Bob, I'm not concerned with the ratings....., I'm worried about a pipe to the back of the head while I'm pulling on my boxers..... i don't trust him.... that's what TCW has always been, and whenever someone is pulled in as a business decision.... well, it always bites us in the @$$......

Box: I know... but this time.... this time's going to be different.....

(Sledge starts walking toward the exit, still undressed)

Sledge: it better be Bob.... because I'm not dealing with Eco-Like *BEEP* again.....

(Sledge grabs a TCW shirt from the nearest locker just as he is about to exit....)

Box: Hey didn't you bring Tai and Dawg into it....

(Sledge stops and turns....)

Sledge: Tai was one of our buds from waaaay back, and Dawg...., well he was a tag along.... he was never in....

(Sledge walks out pulling the shirt over his head....)

Box: DON'T YOU LEAVE.... WE'RE NOT DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS......

fade

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title match.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 250 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Bob "Box" Bartlestein

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

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

PA: I’m living on an endless road

Around the world for rock and roll

Sometimes it feels so tough

But I still ain’t had enough

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

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

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

PA: I keep saying that it’s getting too much

But I know I’m a liar

Feeling all right in the noise and the light

But that’s what lights my fire

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

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

PA: Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat

Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat

Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true

Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you

(Box enters the ring between the second and top ropes and waits for the match to begin.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Kolic

(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)

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

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

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Box punches Kolic.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Box.
Box hits Kolic.
Box goes for throat punch, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Box with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic hits Box with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Box counters it with an elbowsmash.
Box hits a big boot to the face on Kolic.
A small "Box" chant is being started.
Box executes cartwheel splash on Kolic.

King: Look at Kolic work over Box in the corner.

JR: Kolic has Box in a corner and chops him to the throat.

Kolic steps back to admire his work and laughs at Box.

King: UH, OH!!! KOLIC JUST MADE BOX ANGRY!!

JR: Box charges out and floors Kolic with a clothesline.

Kolic pops back up, but Bartelstein knocks him down again with a clothesline.

Box lifts Kolic to his feet and hurls him over the ropes and down to the floor.

Bartelstein climbs the nearest top turnbuckle and plays to the crowd.

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

JR: Kolic staggers to his feet and is groggy.

Box flies off the top rope and lands a flying clothesline.

Kolic and Box both go sprawling across the arena floor.

Kolic is laying prone on the ground.

Box stands up and looks underneath the ring skirt.

King: WAHOO!!! I REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I LOOKED UNDER A SKIRT.

JR: And just how much did that wind up costing you King?

King: Shutup Finnegan.

JR: Bob "Box" Bartelstein pulls out a pipe wrench.

King: Oh Dear Lord!! All Box needs now is a cutting torch and he's Marcelus Wallace.

JR: Box grabs Kolic's nose and pinches it with the pipe wrench.

King: OUCH!!!! At least he didn't grab Kolic's....

JR: KING!!! THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW!!

JR: Box is holding the pipe wrench which is locked onto Kolic's nose.

Box runs with the pipe wrench and irish whips Kolic into the steel ring steps

with it.

King: That had to have broken Kolic's nose!!

JR: The pipe wrench is still attached to Kolic's nose as Box grabs it again.

Bob pulls with all his might on the pipe wrench and it comes off Kolic's nose.

Kolic is screaming in pain as his nose is pouring blood.

Box grabs Kolic by the shoulder and rolls him into the ring.

Box takes Kolic down with a running powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Box throws Kolic out of the ring.
Box goes through the ropes.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Box goes for the Box Out, but Kolic blocks it.
Box is handed golf club.
Box takes a swing at Kolic with the club, but he gets out of the way.
Kolic snatches the club from him.
Kolic hits him with the club.
Box is starting to bleed.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Box goes for a knife edge, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic whips Box into the guardrail.
Kolic is handed a leather belt.
Kolic hits him with the leather belt.

JR: Box has a chair in the ring, watch out Kolic!

King: Don’t watch out! This match is already boring me!

JR: Box rears back, but Kolic kicks Box’s knee! Kolic legsweeps Box, causing
him to drop the chair! Kolic slowly gets to his feet and grabs the chair.
Box is up to his feet; but Kolic grabs him and hits a DDT on the chair!
Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and hits a frogsplash on the chair! He goes for
the pin!

REF: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic goes out of the ring and grabs another chair. He puts it on Box’s
back and climbs the turnbuckle again. Whoa! He hit a legdrop on Box,
sandwiching him between the chairs! It looks like it hurt Kolic too! Wait,
he’s pulling something out of his pants...

King: JR! This is a family show!

JR: Not THAT! It appears to be...a tazer? He’s testing it...OH MY GOD! He
just shocked the chair, and Box is being electrocuted! He’s flailing about
like a fish! Kolic finally lets, thank God...OH! He’s shocking Box again! He
finally gets to put his intelligent to a cruel use! Somebody stop him!

King: They can’t! It’s a hardcore match!

JR: Finally, Kolic tossed the tazer away!

JR: Kolic is leaving the ring, what’s he doing? He’s going to a fan who
appears to be eating a bag of potato chips.

Kolic: I’ll give you 5 bucks for that bag.

Fat Fan: Are you kidding? I’m hungry!

Kolic: Fine, you get nothing!

JR: Kolic just snatched the bag from the fan’s hands and shoved him down! I
think he took out three people behind him! Kolic rolls in the ring, he’s
reaching in the bag.

King: He’s having a mid-match snack! This must have worn the poor guy out!

JR: No, he has something in his hand. Box gets to his feet and charges at
Kolic...that’s what he was doing! He got salt from the bag and threw it in
Box’s eyes! Box could be blind! He’s clawing at his eyes, trying to get the
salt out! Kolic’s searching under the ring for something...and he pulls out
a string of barbed wire!

King: He has the glove again! Why hasn’t anyone else thought of that?

JR: Box is still stumbling around the ring. Kolic enters...NO! He’s whipping
Box with the barbed wire! Box tries to find Kolic, but Kolic always moves
out of the way! He’s toying with Box, drawing blood with each blow! Box
finally collapses from the pain! Kolic tosses the wire out of the ring and
starts kicking Box!

JR: Both fighters have had a grueling match! Box is to his feet first. He
grabs a baseball bat and swings it at Kolic...wait! Kolic pulls out his
retractable rod...

King: JR!!! THAT’S SICK!

JR: No, it’s a metal rod that’s used as a weapon! See?

King: Oh, I thought the FCC would sue us out of business!

JR: Only you would think that, King. Kolic has pulled out another rod, this
could be a sword fighting demonstration! Kolic stands and readies
himself...WHOA! He’s going to town on Box, delivering blows almost too fast
for our eyes! Box is getting whipped like a government mule!

King: Have you ever seen a government mule? Maybe that’s where our billions
of tax dollars go!

JR: That wouldn’t surprise me. Kolic is landing hits all over Box, finishing
him off with a double blow to Box’s head!

Kolic: Now for my drumming skills!

JR: What’s Kolic doing? He’s drumming Box like a cheap drum set!

King: You love those metaphors, don’t you?

JR: They work well. Kolic finishes off his set with a cymbal crash to Box’s
head! He grabs Box by the hair and places it on the middle rope. Here come a
619...wait, Kolic’s grabbing a chair. What is he planning?

King: He may be spanking Box! This would finally get him in line!

JR: Kolic rebounds off the ropes...OH MY! Kolic tossed the chair in the air
right before he got to the other ropes and hit the 619 so that the chair
slammed into Box’s face! I’ve never seen anything like that before, that
must have taken precise calculations and very good timing! Kolic handstands
on the top rope...and hits the Slide Rule! He goes for the pin!

Box pulls Kolic by the tights and sends him flying out of the ring.

JR: Kolic is out on the floor, Box is signaling for the Box Drop! He climbs
the turnbuckle...but Kolic ducks out of the way! Kolic hits a kip up and
signals for the Binary Blast! He grabs Box, Irish Whips him into the
ropes...but misses with the Blast! Box rebounds and knocks out Kolic’s legs!
Box has locked in the Box Out! This could be it!

King: Don’t fight it Kolic! I’ve been bored for the past...dang it, I’ve
lost track of time!

JR: Wait! Kolic flips behind Box! He shoves him into the ropes...AND HITS
THE BINARY BLAST! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

JR: Box whips Kolic into the ropes.

Box knocks down Kolic with a cartwheel splash.

Box plays to the crowd.

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

King: Seems that the new and improved Hardcore Champion has things under control tonight!

JR: Box sure seems to be on a roll after his huge victory over Tyrone Smith at Tokyo Terror.

King: Did you hear about the buy rates for that PPV?

JR: Oh yeah, didn't you see the bonus in your paycheck?

King: BONUS? HEY!!! I GOTTA TALK TO STONE COLD BRUISER!!

JR: Box lifts Kolic to his feet.

Kolic gets planted by a double underhook DDT.

Kolic is dazed.

Box exits the ring and grabs a folding chair.

King: Great, just great. Now that Box is the Hardcore Champ, it's perfectly legal for him to use these things. So much for disqualifications.

JR: Kolic staggers up.

Box slams the steel chair down onto Kolic's face.

Kolic is bleeding from the forehead and nose.

(Box walks around the ring playing to the crowd and gesturing for his baseball bat.)

JR: Box goes to the side of the ring and grabs his signature black aluminum baseball bat.

King: WHAT'S HE GONNA HIT KOLIC WITH NEXT? A TOILET?

JR: Speaking of the toilet King. How did your bout with that Australian disease work out. I know you were still sick at Tokyo Terror.

King: Let's just say that it was a long flight...a long flight. Good thing I brought a change of pants!

JR: The referee tries to convince Box not to use the bat.

Box shrugs off the referee by laughing and thrusts the bat into Kolic's abdomen.

Kolic is gasping for air while still laying on the ring floor.

Box laughs maniacally as he places the bat across Kolic's throat.

King: WHAT'S THIS MADMAN GOING TO DO NOW?

JR: Box climbs the top rope and plays to the crowd.

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

JR: I THINK HE IS GOING FOR......

JR: BOX DROP!!! BOX DROP!!! BOX DROP ON KOLIC!!! THAT BAT MUST'VE CRUSHED
HIS WINDPIPE!!

Box goes for the pin.....

Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

*DING DING*

Lilly: HERE IS YOUR WINNER....AND STILL BMWF HARDCORE CHAMPION!!! BOB "BOX" BARTELSTEIN!!!

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

JR: WHAT A MATCH!!!

King: Is Kolic ever going to be able to breathe correctly again after that modified Box Drop?

JR: We'll have to stay tuned King.

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

JR: Kolic gave it his best shot, but Box was just too much for him!

King: I could have told you that before this match started! Now Kolic is
hurt for nothing! Well, not quite, I did enjoy watching him get beat to a
pulp!

JR: Unbelievable. We’ll be right...

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. A heartbeat sounds across
the PA, and as each beat sounds, a flash of light appears on the
Bruisertron. Suddenly a cross haired target appears in the centre of the
ring. The centre of the target is set on Box. The heartbeat over the PA
stops for a moment and there is silence.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

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

JR: This has to be the work of The Headhunter!

(The music fades out and the lights come up. The Headhunter stands in the
centre of the ring, stomping into the chest of the fallen Box.)

JR: The Headhunter is ferocious!

(The Headhunter raises Box up and pushes him into the corner. He charges at
Box, splashing him into the corner. Box slumps to the mat, resting against
the turnbuckles.)

KING: Ha! That’s where The Headhunter was at Tokyo Terror! Then he got
double stink-faced! Ha!

(The Headhunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a menacing set of
Brass Knux. He slides them onto his fist and moves over to Box. He pulls Box
to his feet and smashes him in the stomach with the Knux. Box winces over
and stumbles out of the corner. The Headhunter swings the Knux and whacks
them in the face of Box, splitting his forehead open, causing blood to
trickle down his face.)

JR: Can’t we have a match nowadays without The Headhunter interfering?

KING: He’s just carrying out his business!

(The Headhunter drops out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from the
timekeeper. He slides into the ring and places the chair on the face of
Box.)

JR: Is this business? These two have had problems in the past!

KING: You never know with The Headhunter these days!

(The Headhunter bounces off the ropes and executes a big splash onto the
chair onto the face of Box. The crowd groans with the sickening noise of the
impact. The Headhunter slowly rolls off the top of Box and out of the ring.)

JR: The Headhunter is becoming relentless with his assaults. What he
intended to do to Box at Tokyo Terror in the weight room was awful!

KING: But he got that dumb Blizzard! Ha, that’ll teach him for wearing a Box
mask!

JR: Perhaps the attack right here was The Headhunter finishing the job.

(Box remains motionless in the ring. Blood has now begun to stain the mat.)

KING: Hey, The Headhunter helped out Tamer and Vernon Vanderbilt at Tokyo
Terror against Asyl….sorry Shane Perish. Do you think Prime Time has hired
him on a multi-victim contract?

JR: Prime Time seems to be a group that looks after themselves. I would find
it hard to believe that they would have to hire The Headhunter to sort out
their problems.

(The Headhunter slowly walks up the ramp and disappears through the
curtain.)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room where Tamer is standing in
the middle of the room wearing his wrestling gear. Tamer has The Gold Belt
draped over his left shoulder and the Intercontinental title draped over his
right shoulder.)

Tamer: Tokyo Terror was a successful night for me. I did what I had to do. I
took the opportunity I said I’d take. I walked out with the Intercontinental
title.

(Tamer looks at his IC belt and smiles.)

Tamer: Tonight is another big night. We’re here in New York, *Bleep*ing New
York. (Cheap pop.)
This his such a historic place. There’s nothing like wrestling in Madison
Square Garden. I’ll never forget my first time here. That was the first time
I wrestled in a Main Event match. St. Patrick’s Day two-thousand-three. What
a night, five-on-five.

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: But enough reminiscing about the past. Tonight it’s about the Gold
Belt. It’s about an unpaid debt. It’s about Mr. Black. If you remember, Two
weeks ago he pulled one over on me. With a little, well actually, a lot of
interference he beat me. It was a tag match but he got the victory none the
less. Tonight I’ll repay the favor. I’m giving him the big shot. A shot at
gold. A chance to take the ball and run. But this is not a simple task. Oh
no, not at all. Tonight, Black, you get taught a lesson. You need to learn a
little bit of respect. I’m gonna send a message to the Urban Legends and
anyone else that wants to mess with Prime Time. You will not walk out of
this match with a belt. You’ll be lucky to walk out of it uninjured. No Mr.
Nice guy. You *BLEEP*ed me off at the wrong time Black. So take your
vitamins and say your prayers. Because even though those may be the rituals
of the past they’re the only thing that could possibly help you tonight.
Just prepare for the beating I’m bringing....

(Tamer clears his throat as the camera zooms in.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

FADE

(The scene opens backstage with a close up of Cheri Runnels.)

Cheri: I'm standing backstage with the newest addition to the Women's Division, Dizi MacPhearson, accompanied by her manager, Donnie MacPhearson.

(The camera pulls back to reveal Dizi and Donnie standing next to Cheri.)

Cheri: Dizi, let me be the first to welcome you to the BMWF.

Dizi: Thank y...

Donnie: (cuts her off) Thank you, Cheri, on behalf of my sister, let me thank you and all the people here at the BMWF for welcoming us into your organization.

(Cheri frowns at Donnie and turns back to Dizi.)

Cheri: You're welcome. So, Dizi, now that you're a part of the BMWF, what are your immediate plans?

Dizi: Well, I'm a little hungry...

Donnie: (interrupts again) Hungry to get in the ring and prove herself to all the wonderful fans here.

(Obviously exasperated by a second interruption, snaps at Donnie.)

Cheri: Let her answer her own questions!

Donnie: Fine. (steps back slightly and mutters) Good luck.

Cheri: So, Dizi, do you have a match tonight?

(Donnie shakes his head at Dizi, trying to signal her that there's no match)

Dizi: I'm not sure. Is there a concession stand or something around here?

Cheri: Um... there's a craft area with food available. You can get something after the interview.

Dizi: (smiles at Cheri) Okay!

Cheri: Let me ask you, which woman in the federation are you particularly looking forward to facing in the ring?

Dizi: (glancing around) I'm not sure. (looks back at Cheri) I like your shoes.

Cheri: Thank you... Well, have you given any thought to long range plans in the BMWF, such as a run for the title?

(Donnie waves his arms frantically trying to get his sister's attention and nods his head yes vigorously.)

Dizi: (smiles as if amused while watching Donnie, answers Cheri absently) I'm not sure.

(Cheri rolls her eyes, finally fed up with trying to get an interview out of this woman.)

Cheri: Are you sure about anything?

Dizi: (looks at Cheri) I'm sure that the lack of concrete ethical principles inherent in Utilitarianism keeps it from being an acceptable moral code. What do you think?

(Cheri stares at Dizi for a moment, then shakes her head slowly. After a moment, she turns back to the camera.)

Cheri: And so you have it, from the newest addition to the Women's Division, Dizi MacPhearson.

(FADE)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

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

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion... the BMWF Gold Belt Champion...
Tamer

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

PA: One Two Three Go!

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

(Suddenly, Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing a three piece suit and carrying something in a bag.)

(Kurt stops halfway down the ramp and waves to the fans as white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him. Then he continues to the ring. Once in the ring, he acknowledges the fans and grabs a mic. The music dies off.)

KURT: Now, before this match gets started, I have an announcement to make. Referee, give me MY Gold Belt right now! (The ref hands Kurt the belt.)

KURT: And now, as my next act as new BMWF Commissioner, I hereby strip Tamer of the Gold Belt!

KURT: ...and I declare myself as new Gold Belt champion! WOO HOO! (Kurt jumps up and down with joy, then goes to his knees crying.)

KURT: Now, my next act as Commissioner is this. I have created a NEW BMWF title..the ALL-AMERICAN Title!

JR: I hear that Kurt is going to bring back updated versions of all the old title belt pictures on our website's pages!

KURT: Now, then, as you can see, this is going to be one of the most illustrious, sought-after title belts in pro wrestling! That's because of my picture being on it! It's true! Now, along with this title belt will be some specific stipulations for this belt!

1. The All-American title can only be defended in normal type or Olympic or scientific matches! There will be none of this barbed wire, hell in the cell, ring of fire garbage for this title!

2. The All-American title represents good sportsmanship and all around niceness! Therefore, this title will and can change hands on a DQ or CO! No cheaters will be able to keep this title and no chickens either! After all your Olympic hero never cheats nor does he run away chicken!

KURT: And now, as my next act as Commissioner, I hereby declare myself as the first ever All-American champion!! WOO HOO! (Kurt jumps up and down with joy, then goes to his knees crying.)

KURT: Hold on a minute! I'm not through! As my next act, I am retiring the Gold Belt and melting it down into gold medals for myself! And as my next act...

KING: Hey! Watch it! That's our illustrious Commissioner you're talking about, JR!

KURT: And this match is now for the All-American championship! Ring the bell, ref!!

JR: There's the bell!
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with a clothesline.
Tamer hits William Black with a kick.
Tamer goes for a sidewalk slam, but William Black counters it with a DDT.
In turn, Tamer counters it with a backdrop.
Tamer puts William Black in cross armbreaker.
William Black reaches the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.
Tamer goes for a DDT, but William Black counters it with an inverted atomic drop
.
William Black hits a flying forearm on Tamer.
The crowd is really behind William Black.
William Black hits a flying forearm on Tamer.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
William Black does lots of pointing and jaw flapping to the audience.
The crowd is really behind William Black.
William Black hits a DDT on Tamer.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black nails Tamer with neckbreaker.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black hits an eye gouge on Tamer.
William Black throws Tamer out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, Tamer reenters the ring.
William Black goes for a bodyslam, but Tamer counters it with a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer takes William Black down with the Reverse DDT.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer nails William Black with a DDT.
The crowd is really behind Tamer.
Tamer puts William Black in cross armbreaker.
William Black grabs the ropes after being locked up for 9 seconds.

(The music abruptly stops and the lights come back up. Tamer and Black look
around ringside but The Headhunter is nowhere to be seen.)

KING: He’s not here JR!

JR: I apologise folks, we must have had a technical difficulty. Let’s get
back on with the match!
Tamer charges at Black
Tamer clotheslines Black over the top rope
Tamer tries to get out of the ring but is stopped by the referee

(Suddenly, The Headhunter appears from nowhere and leaps over the guardrail.
He picks up Black and whips him into the guardrail. Black’s body crashes
into the steel violently.)

KING: He is here!

JR: Referee, turn around!

KING: I didn’t know you liked Black.

JR: I don’t like unfairness, that’s all!

(The Headhunter raises Black to his feet and boots him in the stomach. He
executes an implant DDT onto the protective ringside mats.)

JR: What a sickening thud!

(The Headhunter stomps into the back of Black. He pulls Black up then whips
him into the ring steps. The impact knocks the top layer of the steps away
from the ring.)

KING: Tamer’s doing a real good job distracting the referee!

(The Headhunter hoists Black up in the gorilla press position, then drops
him chest first onto the steps. The Headhunter picks Black up and pushes him
towards the ring.)

KING: Look, the referees back on the job!

JR: A little late I feel.

(The referee yells at The Headhunter as he rolls Black into the ring. The
Headhunter ignores the protests and walks towards the ramp.)

KING: You know what JR, I think I’m right! The Headhunter’s helping out
Prime Time again!

JR: But he hates Black! It’s a coincidence King.

(The Headhunter starts walking up the ramp. Half way up; he turns and
watches the match from the middle of the ramp.)

JR: Hopefully we’ll get some resemblance of order here.

Tamer goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is really behind Tamer.

*DING DING*

(The Headhunter starts to head back towards the ring.)

KING: The Headhunter’s coming back for more!

(The Headhunter pulls out his Brass Knux from his pocket and slides them
onto his fist. He slides into the ring and moves towards Black. The
Headhunter smashes Black in the face with the Knux, causing him to crash to
the mat.)

JR: His assault on Black has been relentless!

(The Headhunter picks Black up and throws him over the top rope.)

KING: He’s done JR.

(The Headhunter walks over to Tamer and the two stare each other down.)

JR: There’s no love lost between these two. They had a hellacious battle at
No Way In!

(Tamer smiles and extends his hand towards The Headhunter. The Headhunter
does not hesitate and shakes Tamer’s hand.)

JR: WHAT?!

(The Headhunter releases Tamer’s hand. He looks over the crowd then reaches
down and pulls his hooded top over his head.)

JR: IT CAN’T BE!

(As the hooded top is removed, underneath is revealed a Prime Time jacket!)

KING: I told you JR! Ha!

(The Headhunter turns around revealing that the jacket is personalised with
a large cross-haired target!)

JR: The Headhunter has joined Prime Time! I do not believe it!

(Suddenly Kolic slides into the ring and stands besides The Headhunter.
Tamer grabs the arm of The Headhunter and raises it in the air. Kolic copies
the action with The Headhunter’s other arm.)

KING: I knew something was going on, but you didn’t believe me JR!

JR: Alright! I just can’t believe this! Tamer and The Headhunter side by
side in Prime Time! This is crazy!

(The three stand in the centre of the ring with their arms raised in the
air. "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the arena and rainbow
coloured pyro goes off, starting at the top of the ramp and continuing to go
off all the way down to the ring.)

KING: The Headhunter’s business must have attracted the attention of Prime
Time. He said he was moving on up JR!

JR: And with new allies, he’ll certainly have a leg up!

(The three men walk over to the ropes and climb out of the ring.)

FADE

(Backstage Michale Bole is shown inside the dimly lit dressing room of Reno Fontayne. Candles are burning emiting the only light in the room except for the glow of a cigar as Fontayne sits on a large black leather sofa. A once white towel is now a crimson red from his own blood as it hangs over his head hiding most of his face.)

Bole: Reno, first of all let me welcome you back to the BMWF! I have to ask what was that we saw out there tonite!

(The amber glow of the end of Reno's cigar glows as he inhales before speaking.)

Reno: Little, Michale Bole! I'm happy to see you still have a job. Thank you for the welcome back. Now as to what you saw out there tonite what I did to lillte A.J. Stiles. Well that was just the precursor to bigger, better and bloodier things from ol' Reno.

Bole: Reno, what are your plans are you the leader of the Urban Legends now!

Reno: Leader, no ! Enforcer maybe! Someone they can trust! Probably not! I trust only two things Bole! One is that Soon, very Soon. Reno will have championship gold around his waist again and that you still like to cruise the schoolyards looking for 7th grade boys!

Bole: I....Reno...You

Reno: Bole...Hush! I'm just messing with you! We all no 8th graders are more your speed!!....Just Kidding!! Man you've got to loosen up!! Reno's just giving you a hard time!

Bole: At Tokyo Terror you and Dread lost a close battle with Dread and Scotty! Will there be a rematch?

Reno: Anytime, anywhere! I've got nothing else to do anymore but wrestle and train. So If they want a party, I'm there Huckleberry.

(fade)

(The Lights Go out, as "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera blasts over the PA. Lightning Bolt symbols flash throughout the audience. White Lightning steps out onto the stage with a spotlight on him and a microphone in hand.)

JR: Wow! It looks like we are about to be joined by White Lightning

(White Lightning continues down the ramp and enters the ring as the lights turn back on.)

White Lightning: I think I may have turned a new leaf, I'm not gonna come out and New York sucks tonight. But, I do have something very important to say. As you know, Last Monday at Tokyo Terror, I was screwed out of the World Title!

(Some Boos can be heard.)

White Lightning: I had Lowedown beat, and Ash interferes to cause the DQ. I'll tell you what, that didn't sit too nicely with me! Last Monday was supposed to be the night that I became the best, but Ash ruined. Tonight, Ash will be getting paid back for the poor judgment he has in screwing me over! Lowedown, don't you think this is over! Eventually, I will get my rematch, and then, I will become the World Champion!

(A few cheers and some boos.)

White Lightning: Let's not forget something though, in the record books, it will read that in Tokyo Terror, White Lightning defeated Lowedown! Now Lowedown, just keep that title for me for now, because sooner than later I will be coming back to take it. Tonight though, Ash will be paid back for ruining my World Title chance.

(White Lightning is about to exit the ring, but stops.)

White Lightning: ASH….YOU….SUCK!!

("Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera plays once again as White Lightning throws down the mic and exits the ring.)

>>>

(Lowedown is in his locker room when the door opens. Lowedown looks up.)

Lowedown: Well, where were you in Tokyo?

(The camera pulls back and shows Dreadnaught as the man who entered.)

Dreadnaught: Well, the word was you were on your phone getting’ back up! I didn’t think I was needed!

Lowedown: Well, that’s what happens when you think?

(Dreadnaught steps up and stares right into the eyes of Lowedown.)

Dreadnaught: Are you saying what I think you are saying?

(Flam steps in the middle and separates them.)

Flame: He has just been on edge lately Dread!

Dreadnaught: I understand that, and that’s exactly why I’m here! You know I got your back, but I can’t do it by myself. Listen, I got a crew of cats now that will help you out. But, you gotta want it! I can’t open up the gates of hell if you ain’t down! So, let’s kick back tonight. I’ll send the limo over, and we can pop over to Scores!

Flame: Sounds like fun!

(Lowedown gets a concerned look on his face, and Dreadnaught continues to smirk.)

Lowedown: Uhhh…baby, Scores is a….

Dreadnaught: Sports bar! And tonight, I just want to talk business!

Flame: I can take a hint! Have a beer for me!

(Flame smiles at Lowedown as she walks off.)

Lowedown: Thanks for the cover! I just need to get away and clear me head!

Dreadnaught: I’m with you there! We can talk business later, if you need me, holla! Maybe I’ll drag Reno out tonight too! He could use a dance in the VIP!

(Flame looks over.)

Flame: A WHAT?

Dreadnaught: A shot of Hennessey! I’ll have the limo driver, so don’t worry about us getting a DUI! It’s all good!

(Dreadnaught smiles at Lowedown before walking out of the room. Lowedown stares at the back of the door and then looks right into the face of his wife Flame...)

Flame: A shot of Hennessey? Sports bar? What kind of flippy chick does he think I am?

Lowedown: I don't think Dread remembers that you were an exotic dancer at one time.

Flame: Just for that...I'm going along for the ride. Besides...

(Flame pulls out a wad of cash and waves it in front of her husband...)

Flame: It wouldn't be fair if I didn't buy the first few dances.

King: I wanna be at that party!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

(The Entire Arena goes black and Lightning Bolts Symbols flash all over the crowd. Suddenly, "Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera 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: What a match this should be! White Lightning Vs. Dreadnaught, live from MSG!

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

*DING DING*

JR: Dreadnaught executes a dropkick on White Lightning.
Dreadnaught goes for a sleeperhold, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning chops Dreadnaught.
A fan at ringside badmouths White Lightning.
White Lightning chops Dreadnaught.
A fan at ringside badmouths White Lightning.
Dreadnaught chops White Lightning.
The crowd is behind Dreadnaught all the way.
White Lightning chops Dreadnaught.
White Lightning is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
White Lightning goes for a Russian legsweep, but Dreadnaught counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Dreadnaught uses a spinebuster on White Lightning.
Dreadnaught goes for a DDT, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning nails Dreadnaught with a double arm DDT.
White Lightning is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
White Lightning takes Dreadnaught down with a bodyslam.
White Lightning whips Dreadnaught into the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught comes back, but is met with a clothesline.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Dreadnaught with a kick.
White Lightning goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dreadnaught blocks it.
Dreadnaught sets up White Lightning on the turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught executes a superplex on White Lightning.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

JR: Dreadnaught fires a knee lift to White Lightning.

Dreadnaught bounces off of the ropes and catches WL with a spinning neck breaker.

Dreadnaught kips up off the mat.

Lightning gets to his feet!

**SMACK**

King: Superkick from the Thug!

JR: White Lightning crashes to the mat!

Dreadnaught with a cover.

1…2…kick out!

King: He can’t beat him with that!

JR: Dreadnaught pulls Lightning up.

Dreadnaught whips him to the corner.

Dreadnaught charges in!

Lightning leaps over Dreadnaught!

Dreadnaught slams into the turnbuckle!

Lightning hooks him for a bulldog.

King: Dreadnaught caught him!

JR: Dreadnaught slams the back of White Lightning against the mat!

Dreadnaught hooks the leg.

1…2…foot on the rope!

Dreadnaught nails White Lightning with a scissor kick.
Dreadnaught goes for a DDT, but White Lightning counters it with a backdrop.
In turn, Dreadnaught counters it with a sunset flip.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught nails White Lightning with a scissor kick.
The crowd is giving Dreadnaught a standing ovation.
Dreadnaught executes an uppercut on White Lightning.
Dreadnaught beats his chest and points to the crowd..
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught whips White Lightning into the ropes.
Dreadnaught misses with a shoulderblock.
Dreadnaught misses with a kick.
White Lightning hits Dreadnaught with a kick.
White Lightning takes Dreadnaught down with a standing sidekick.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Dreadnaught with a clothesline.
White Lightning goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dreadnaught
ducks out of the way.
Dreadnaught hits White Lightning with a scissor kick.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Dreadnaught goes for a wristlock, but White Lightning reverses it.
Dreadnaught is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dreadnaught grabs the ropes after being trapped for 16 seconds.
White Lightning whips Dreadnaught into the ropes.
Dreadnaught smacks White Lightning with a devastating clothesline .

JR: Dreadnaught pulls Lightning back and whips him against the turnbuckle.

Dreadnaught walks in.

King: Dreadnaught looks very confident!

JR: Dreadnaught pulls back and hammers White Lightning with punches.

Dreadnaught delivers an uppercut that lifts Lightning off of the ground.

Dreadnaught kicks Lightning right in the face.

Dreadnaught runs back to the opposite turnbuckle!

King: Dreadnaught is taunting Lightning.

JR: Dreadnaught sprints and splashes Lightning in the corner!

King: Dreadnaught landed on the apron!

JR: Dreadnaught leaps up to the top turnbuckle.

Lightning staggers out of the corner.

Dreadnaught leaps and hits a super bulldog!

King: Big Kev is up on the apron!

JR: Dreadnaught runs over and dropkicks Big Kev!

Dreadnaught pulls Lightning off of the mat and presses him over his head.

Dreadnaught tosses Lightning right onto Big Kevin.

The ref starts the count.

Dreadnaught rolls out under the bottom rope.
Dreadnaught throws White Lightning into the guardrail.
Dreadnaught uses a spinebuster on White Lightning.
Dreadnaught knocks White Lightning into the ringsteps.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Dreadnaught whips White Lightning into the guardrail.
Dreadnaught smacks White Lightning with a devastating clothesline .
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Dreadnaught executes a dropkick on White Lightning.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Dreadnaught goes for the Dreadbomb, but White Lightning blocks it.
Dreadnaught goes for a clothesline, but White Lightning ducks out of the way.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
White Lightning reenters the ring.
Dreadnaught rolls back in under the bottom rope.
White Lightning uses a snap suplex on Dreadnaught.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
White Lightning is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
White Lightning goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dreadnaught blocks it.

JR: What a match this has been!

Dreadnaught powerslams White Lightning
Dreadnaught kicks White Lightning in the ribs
Dreadnaught lifts White Lightning to his feet
Dreadnaught nails White Lightning with a superkick

King: Dreadnaught just took Lightning's head off!

JR: I don't think White Lightning can take much more of this!

Dreadnaught lifts White Lightning up once again
Dreadnaught connects with a DDT
Dreadnaught makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout!

JR: That was close king!

Dreadnaught lifts White Lightning up
Dreadnaught lifts him up for the Dread-Bomb
White Lightning punches Dreadnaught in the face
Dreadnaught falls to a one knee
Dreadnaught quickly makes it back to his feet
Dreadnaught charges at White Lightning
White Lightning sidesteps Dreadnaught and pushes him face-first into the mat

JR: White Lightning outsmarted Dread there

White Lightning turns to acknowledge the crowd
Dreadnaught makes it to his feet
White Lightning turns around
Dreadnaught attempts a superkick
White Lightning catches his foot
White Lightning spins him around and….

(Reno runs down the ramp toward the ring as White lightining and Dreadnaught continue to exchange rights and lefts in the center of the ring.)

JR: Oh my Buisness is about to pick up!

King: White Lightning is about to be in the wrong place at the wrong time JR!

(Reno casually steps into one of the corners outside the ring and begins cheering Dreadnaught on.)

JR: Reno's here to be in Dreads corner.

King: He's here to make sure Dread wins this match.

(Dread whips White Lightning hard into the ropes as he does Reno grabs the foot of Whitel Lighting out of sight of the referee. White Lightning does a wicked face plant onto the ring as Reno casually continues to pace back and forth in his corner.)

JR: These two men know each other very well.

Dreadnaught waist locks Lightning.

Lightning reverses and sweeps Dreadnaught’s legs out.

Lightning with an elbow.

Dreadnaught rolls.

Dreadnaught is kicking away at Lightning.

Dreadnaught pulls Lightning off of the mat.

King: Dreadnaught is behind Lightning.

JR: Dreadnaught locks on the cobra clutch!

Lightning is struggling!

Lightning strats running towards the turnbuckle!

He scales up and lands behind Dreadnaught!

King: AMAZING!

JR: He looks to hit the Flash!

Dreadnaught catches him!

Dreadnaught hooks Lightning for the Dreadbomb!

Dreadnaught slams Lightning to the mat.

Dreadnaught with the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

>>>

(Backstage with Lowedown and Ash in the locker room area...)

(Lowedown is seen pacing back and forth as Flame is seen relaxing on the couch. The door opens and Ash walks through with a confused look on his face. Lowedown walks up and stands in front of him and runs his hands through his hair...)

Lowedown:What the hell was that all about? Dangle is throwing my title to that Jamaican jack@$$?!?

Ash:I don't know what this all about! I wasn't looking for re-instatement!

Lowedown:Well, it looks like you got it now!

Ash:It wasn't my fault! Dangle's on some sort of powertrip!

Lowedown:Well, powertrip or not, you need to beat Tyrone here tonight at any cost! I don't want someone
taking my title off some bullbleeps fluke by a newbie Commish on a power trip!

Ash:So you want me to squash Tyrone?

Lowedown:Squash? I don't want you to squash him. I want you to BLEEP him up plain and simple! And don't
worry about nobody being in your corner...

Ash:Why's that?

Lowedown:Because silly...we've got him.

(A figure makes his way from the back and stands in front of the camera. As Lowedown and Ash look at the mystery figure,
a nightstick flies in the air and catches it behind his back...)

Ash:I never thought he would have come back to our side.

Lowedown:Well, I threw some money down and got a good deal on his return! Trust me on this one. He's got our back once again!

Ash:This should be good.

(Lowedown and Ash nod as the mystery figure spins the nightstick around in front of the camera before the Bruisertron shuts off...)

King:I can't believe it! Maverick is in Lowedown's locker room and he's in Ash's corner tonight!

JR:Something doesn't seem right here King.

King:What's not right? Maverick is back and all these Brotherhood phonies are in for a world of hurting! YAHHH!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!