BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 5/10/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Marine Midland Arena Buffalo New York

(The show opens inside the Marine Midland Arena Buffalo 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 Marine Midland Arena Buffalo New York! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation.)

KING: Look! It's our illustrious World Champion Lowedown to start out the show!

(Lowedown takes the World title from around his waist and holds it above his head. Dozer looks around as both Lowedown and Flame begin to make their way down to the ring. Dozer begins to follow behind as Lowedown and Flame shake hands with the fans along the ring. Flame stops in front of a little boy and pulls a small t-shirt from her back pocket and gives to the boy. The boy takes off his t-shirt and puts Lowedown's shirt on. Flame leans in as the little boy gives her a kiss on the cheek. Lowedown takes a quick picture with a couple of girls in the front row and jumps away before Flame turns around. Lowedown makes his way over to Flame as the crowd is still on their feet...)

JR:This crowd is on their feet for the World champion here tonight in New York!

King:I don't what's wrong with these people here in the NYC! If they like Lowedown, they must be morons!

JR:I wouldn't say that too loudly King.

(Lowedown looks at Flame before leaping up onto the ring apron and causing the pyro to shoot out from all four corners. Lowedown leaps over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring. Flame climbs into the ring and slide in between her husband's legs and poses for the cameras. Dozer makes his way up the steel steps and slowly makes his way into the ring and leans against the ropes. Lowedown hands the World title over to Flame as she throws it over her shoulder and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and sits down. Lowedown walks over and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. As Lowedown looks around the arena, the crowd begins to chant his name repeatedly. Lowedown nods his head and then extends his arm out and walks around the ring to hype up the crowd...)

JR:This crowd loves the World champion!

King:I still can't understand why!

Lowedown:Now do you see what can happen Tyrone? Now do you see what I am capable of? Last week, my World title was put up twice in one night! The Commish just about handed you my World title on a silver platter and there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen! My brother Ash wasn't going to let that happen! And all of my peeps here in the NYC sure as hell weren't going to let it happen! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

JR:I see Lowedown changed his catchphrase.

King:The Commissioner told Lowedown he was using Stone Cold's "HELL YEAH" catchphrase so he had to change it!

JR:The crowd still likes him!

Lowedown:Tyrone! You don't deserve to even be fifty feet from this title! No, no, no...let me rephrase that! You don't deserve to be in the same arena as this World title!

King:Why does Lowedown hate Tyrone so much?

JR:Tyrone feels that Lowedown backstabbed him years ago and he hasn't forgiven him since!

King:Tyrone should just get over it for pete's sake!

Lowedown:Let me break it down for you Tyrone and I suggest you listen for once in your sorry @$$ life! Everyone here and around the world is tired of your whining and BLEEPING and moaning about not being the World champion when it's obvious why you can never be the World champion!

JR:What do you think it is?

King:I hope he's not going to say because he's Jamaican! YAHHH!

Lowedown:The reason why you don't deserve to be the World champion is...is...it's because you're...it's because you're...

King:I knew it! I knew it! Lowedown is about to become a racist!

Lowedown:You're...a joke! You are truly the biggest joke in this federation! Look at you! You're over seven feet tall and weight four hundred plus pounds and you get your @$$ whooped every other week! You lost the Hardcore title to Box? The second biggest joke in the federation right next to you Tyrone! When I held the Hardcore title, I held it with pride and class!

King:Pride and class? You use thumbtacks and barbed wire in matches like that and he uses the words pride and class? What a moron!

Lowedown:You hold a title and throw it away like a piece of trash Tyrone! Giving you the World title would be as useful as giving Stevie Wonder a driver's license and letting Ray Charles read the road map!

(The crowd laughs as Lowedown leans on his brother and starts laughing with the microphone down by his waist. Flame almost falls off of the top turnbuckle because she is laughing so hard. Lowedown finally regains his composure and continues...)

Lowedown:Do you see where I'm going with this Tyrone? You don't deserve to hold this World title for the simple fact that just like Scotty, Crispy Z, Hardcore Harry, and White Lightning..you're nothing but a fluke to me Rone! A plain and simple d@mn fluke! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:The last time you stepped in the ring with me, I beat your @$$! If you want to step into this ring with me again and face the same, good ol' fashioned @$$whoopin' just like the last time...I got no problem with that! But I will warn you of simple thing Tyrone. The next @$$whoopin' you get from me won't be business. It...will be personal! That is the Lowedown on that! Tell em' big man!

(Dozer steps up and takes the microphone from his brother and looks around for a moment before speaking...)

Dozer:BIG KEV! How are ya feeling there big man? Got a lil' headache there from Friday night? Let me tell you a lil' something about the survival of the fittest! Friday at Live, I dropped you right through a table for no reason except that I don't like you much! You stand behind that stick figure Lightning just waiting for someone to try and knock his punk @$$ out out when you should have been looking over your shoulder at yours truly!

(Pause)

Dozer:You are looking at the future of protection here pal! I'm standing here at 6 foot 5 and I am now tipping the scales at 295 pounds! What are you Kev? You tipping the scales around 300 maybe? I'm not talking years Kev...I'm talking weight. We all know you're on your last leg around here anyways! That is why I am back here with my brother because of people like you! I am the muscle around here, not you! I am the man who isn't going to let punks like the Brotherhood attack him like a bunch of punks! And I am the one who is going to watch both my brothers if they ever need a back up! Plus, it gives me the opportunity to push your geriatric @$$ around this ring! I'm done here brother!

(Dozer tosses the microphone back to his brother as he leans back against the ropes. Lowedown walks back to the center of the ring and clears his throat...)

Lowedown:About tonight and this tag team match up with yours truly and the Judge...

(Crowd pop)

Lowedown:...going against the everpopular team of Scotty Suck...

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:...and the KFC spokesman of the year...Master Z!

(The crowd boos once again as Lowedown nods his head in approval...)

Lowedown:Now I got one thing to say to the Judge here tonight and I want you to listen to me Judge. Last week we went toe to toe and now we are tagging up here against two of the ugliest freaks in this business right? Now, I got nothing but the greatest amount of respect for you since you were straight up with me last week. However, that was then and this is now. So I am going to ask you one more time to bring everything that you've got here tonight against these two because I don't like either of these men and together...you and I can put another nail in the Brotherhood coffin here tonight! So tonight, the Judge and the Lowedown sentence the Brotherhood to an @$$whoopin'...BUFFALO STYLE! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:I hate to bring the old phrase back from the dead, but the Brotherhood is nothing but a virus! Except this time, you're looking at the vaccine baby! HIT MY MUSIC!

("Fever Dog" begins to play again as all three of them climb to seperate turnbuckles and raise their arms high in the air. After a few moments, all three leave the ring and go out through the crowd...)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, Lowedown has made his feelings clear tonight!

King:Likes the Judge, hates the Brotherhood, and hates Tyrone Smith! Couldn't be any more simpler than that!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

(The ECW Theme plays as Awesome Mike comes to the ring looking like a tough has-been.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. from out of the flames arises Ravnos--carrying a goblet full of blood--and the Embalmer. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup.)

KING: This is going to be the best match on the card!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos goes for a facerake, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos with a kick to the midsection.
Awesome Mike chops Ravnos.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos.
Awesome Mike is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos with a piledriver.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Awesome Mike whips Ravnos into the ropes, but Ravnos reverses it.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike works the crowd.
Awesome Mike is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Ravnos nails Awesome Mike with a Hotshot.
Ravnos has the crowd going wild.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike misses with a clothesline.
Ravnos hits Awesome Mike with a shoulderblock.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The crowd is going crazy.

KING: Listen to the roar of this crowd! They like these low-carders better than half the stars! HA HA!

JR: Ravnos nails Awesome Mike with a kneedrop.
Ravnos whips Awesome Mike into the ropes, but Awesome Mike reverses it.
Awesome Mike and Ravnos get hit with a double clothesline.
Awesome Mike goes for an inverted power bomb, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos hits a double underhook suplex on Awesome Mike.
The crowd is behind Ravnos all the way.
Ravnos whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Ravnos hits Awesome Mike with a backdrop.
Awesome Mike falls out of the ring.
Ravnos goes through the ropes.
Ravnos runs Awesome Mike into the ringsteps.
Ravnos whips Awesome Mike into the guardrail.
Ravnos executes a back suplex on Awesome Mike.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Ravnos hits Awesome Mike with a DDT.
Ravnos reenters the ring.
Awesome Mike rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Ravnos whips Awesome Mike into the ropes, but Awesome Mike reverses it.
Awesome Mike misses with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike misses with a clothesline.
Ravnos smacks Awesome Mike with a devastating clothesline .
Ravnos throws Awesome Mike out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, three, four, Awesome Mike reenters the ring.
Ravnos uses a chop on Awesome Mike.
Ravnos hits Awesome Mike with a forearm to the back.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike nails Ravnos with a punch.
Awesome Mike kicks Ravnos.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Ravnos chops Awesome Mike.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos.
Awesome Mike is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Awesome Mike punches Ravnos.
Awesome Mike is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Ravnos chops Awesome Mike.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.

CROWD: RAVNOS! RAVNOS! RAVNOS!

KING: Wow!

JR: Ravnos locks Awesome Mike in an armbar submission.
Awesome Mike gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 12 seconds.
Ravnos executes the Implant DDT on Awesome Mike.
The crowd is giving Ravnos a standing ovation.
Ravnos goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Ravnos a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Ravnos!

KING: What a match! A classic!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Master Z is sitting down looking into a mirror as Scotty Scott walks up and joins him.)

Scotty: Z.... I know thin's have been a lil' rough on ya as of late.... But I want ya ta know I have been talkin' ta the boys....

Master Z: I don't want to say I've been having a rough time. I'd say it's more like everyone else is getting lucky. Sneaking up on us and everything... these poor suckers are going to pay once I get my momentum going. Once The Brotherhood decides enough is enough, everyone will pay!

Scotty: We have agreed ta have yer back. We're like brothas, ya know... LOwedown ran out and got his jailbird brotha a few weeks ago ta show up again... Sledge got his whateva Box is ta watch his back.... We are the greatest group eva ta grace the ring.... Tanight.... We show the entire world that we're a force.... Not Chicago Way... Not Prime Time....

Master Z: You're right on the ball like usual Scotty. And I have some ideas which I will be discussing with you and the boys tonight. I plan on making an announcement before my match with Tai Hashi.

(Pain walks in and joins the two of them.)

Pain: Tai.... is a dead man....

(Team Beautiful walk in.)

Rey: Tai is ok..

Tazan: But he is nowhere as great as us.

Master Z: Tai is nothing. I guarantee I will make an example out of him tonight. We, The Brotherhood, are going to make an example out of him tonight! Tai Hashi sees all of these other scums using illegal weapons, spraying mace in my eyes, and getting lucky in their matches against me.

Rey: So what are you saying Senor Z? These hombres have been cheating to beat you?

Master Z: Cheating? That's an understatement! Dreadnaught, Sledge, these guys will do ANYTHING to beat the immortal Master Z. But I will catch up with them Rey... I will make them suffer when I catch up with them!

>>>

(Mafioso, and both Joe and Chuck Tunny are backstage in the parking lot near a black cargo van. Joe and Chuck are leaning against it while Mafioso paces around back and forth. After a second or so, William Black walks up to them carrying a long box about the length of a baseball bat and a little bit wider. The box has a bow on it.)

BLACK: 'Sup guys? Thanks for coming out here on such short notice.

(The trio give their mutual recognition, and impatiently wait for what's about to be said.)

BLACK: As you guys know, we have a Streetfight with Prime Time coming up. My initial idea was for us to all draw straws and whoever gets the three short straws gets to participate in the beatdown we're going to give them.

(Joe and Chuck Tunny look at each other and nod.)

BLACK: But then I realized that's no good. You see, We're the original core of the Urban
Legends, and even though there's no doubt Reno or Dread have our backs, I think this is something we need to handle. Those two already have big impact names for ourselves. Neither of us do yet. So tonight, I say we give Prime Time the beating of their lives.

(Mafioso looks a little confused for a second, and interrupts.)

MAFIOSO: Hey Black... man... esse... whats with the present homes?

CHUCK: Yeah, whats up wit` that anyway?

(William Black looks down at the package and nearly startles himself.)

BLACK: Oh! Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This is for Joey. He and I have had our differences in the passed. This is my way of making it up to him.

(Black hands the package to Chuck, much to the confusion of the Scrapster, who in turn tries to take it from Chuck.)

SCRAPPY JOE: 'Ey! Chuck you better BLEEP'in Gimmeat! It's mine!

BLACK: Hold on now. I gave that to Chuck to hold on too. It's a surprise that has to wait until we beat down Prime Time. Trust me, it's worth the wait.

(Scrappy Joe finally agrees after some severe hesitation.)

SCRAPPY JOE: It better BLEEP'in be.

(FADE)

(Bob "Box" Bartelstein is standing in the parking lot area with El Cruz Blanco. Cruz is working a BBQ grill and helping the roadies cook.)

Box: Cruz, what are you doing out here cooking? Shouldn't you be inside getting ready?

Cruz: Hey mahn, I'm a mahn of dee people. Just how Masta Sleedge is teaching me to be.

(Box reaches into a cooler next to Cruz and grabs a beer.)

Box (half laughing): Masta Sledge? That's funny. No really man, what're you doing out here?

Cruz: I'm trying to get dinner dude. Relax. Hey, like you said.....

Box: Yeah, it's all about the ratings. See, you're doing it right though. Keeping it real at the same time.

(A roadie walks up to Box and Cruz. Slim Jim Sullivan is standing behind the roadie while holding a cheeseburger.)

Roadie 1: Hey Boxman, this guy wants to see you.

Box: SLIM!!! MY MAN! THE ONLY INTERVIEWER WITH EXCLUSIVE RIGHTS TO BOX!!

Slim Jim (talking with a mouthful of cheeseburger): So Box, what do you think about....

Box: Yeah, yeah. What do I think about the Headhunter? I think he's great, I really do. Then again, I've got the guys number.

(Cruz gives Box a sarcastic look.)

Box: Not literally Raul.

(Box playfully slaps Cruz upside the head.)

Box: I took his TV Title away from him months ago and he's never been the same since. This guy is all about unguided rage. One minute he hates Americans, the next minute he joins Prime Time. I may not be able to figure out his personality, but I've got him figured out in the ring.

Slim Jim: Do you have anything special planned for your match?

Box: You betcha Slim. See, The Box Office is about one thing and one thing only....RATINGS!!! Ratings mean higher buy rates for advertising, higher ad buy rates mean everybody gets more money. People should be thanking me for this. I know the fans are. You can tell they've been depraved of entertainment for the longest time. TCW is providing entertainment by the truckload and tonight will be no exception.

(Box pauses to sip his ice cold beer.)

Box: Let me give you some cases in point. Lowedown declares "free agency", any fan with a BMWF DVD collection knows this is a scam. They read the internet rumors about Ash. They knew it was all a hoax to try and draw attention. Lowedown did it to buy some time before Ash was ready to return. The Brotherhood comes back. Yeah, nobody has seen that before. Now you've got Prime Time. Vern leaves to climb Mt. Fuji or whatever, so how do they replace him? They sign The Headhunter. Tamer had his back against a wall, but give me a courtesy break.

(Box takes a long swig of his beer.)

Box: Now, what does TCW bring the fans? We sign White Lightning. A true shocker. They never saw that coming. White Lightning is the man who retired me and then went on a huge run with the TV Title and has been a blockbuster ever since.

Slim Jim: Your brother from another mother didn't seem to happy about that.

Box: Sledge doesn't understand that this a business. He does his thing, I do my thing. As long as we got each other's backs, that's the true Chicago Way. I'm very confident that Jerry will come around, especially after we all reach the ratings bonuses in our contracts.

Slim Jim: There's been a lot of discussion made lately regarding you and Sledge taking on The Darkening at the PPV for the tag team titles. Any comments?

Box: My comment on that is The Darkening is gonna run into a buzzsaw at the PPV. A TCW-sized buzzsaw that has one goal and one goal only. To win the BMWF Tag Team Championship.....THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!

(Box finishes his beer and grabs another from the cooler.)

Box: Now, finish your burger before it gets cold.

(Scene fades with Cruz showing Slim Jim how to work a BBQ with Box drinking a beer.)

>>>

CROWD: RAVNOS! RAVNOS! RAVNOS!

KING: HA HA! These morons in Buffalo really love Ravnos!

>>> 

(The scene opens in the parking lot. A taxi is seen and Dizi and Donnie
MacPhearson are getting out of it. Dizi is wearing tight blue jeans with a
low-cut white shirt and black boots and belt. Donnie pays the driver and
gets their bags. Donnie is struggling to hold Dizi’s bags. The cab drives off.)

Donnie: They always overcharge you. Anyway, you ready for your match?

(Dizi is flipping through a Cosmopolitan magazine. Dizi looks up at Donnie.)

Dizi: What?

Donnie: Your match tonight? Against Francine?

Dizi: Who?

Donnie: Why do I try?

(Behind Donnie we see a motorcycle come speeding in. The rumbling of the
engine is all that can be heard. The motorcycle pulls in and stops right
where Donnie was standing before he jumped out of the way. The figure on the
motorcycle has his head down. He is in a long black duster.)

Donnie: Hey, watch where you're going!! Who do you think you are?

(The man dismounts his bike and raises his head. The man is Tamer. Tamer is
in black boots, black pants, a black t-shirt, and has his sunglasses on.
Tamer’s belts are around his waist. Tamer puts his Intercontinental title
on his right shoulder and leave the All-American belt around his waist.
Tamer removes his sunglasses.)

Tamer: You got a problem?

Dizi: Whoa, that’s so cool.

Donnie: You’re Tamer...

Tamer: Someone has to be. Sorry about almost hitting you. Won’t happen
again.

(Donnie isn’t sure what to say. Dizi is staring at Tamer’s motorcycle.)

Dizi: What kind of motorcycle is that?

Tamer: It's a Harley

Dizi: It's very cool!

Donnie: Dizi, you have to get ready for your match.

Tamer: Hey man, give the girl a little space.

Donnie: I'm her manager... it's my job to, you know, manage her. Now, come on, Dizi.

(Dizi ignores her brother and smiles at Tamer.)

Dizi: Can I have a ride?

Tamer: Girls do not have to be managed, they have minds of their own.

(Tamer smiles at Dizi.)

Tamer: I'd be more than happy to give you a ride, Danielle.

(Dizi stares at Tamer puzzled.)

Dizi: Have we met?

Tamer: No, but I saw you in your debut match Friday

(Donnie tries to get Dizi back on track.)

Donnie: This girl has to be managed. And she has a match tonight. Dizi!

Dizi: I know, I know! I have a match with... um... Frieda...

Donnie: Francine.

Dizi: But I have time for a quick ride.

(Dizi smiles up at Tamer.)

Dizi: Don't I?

Tamer: Well, matches are important.

Dizi: But I want to go for a ride!

Donnie: You have a match first.

Dizi: Fine!

(Dizi notices a Chinese restaurant across the street.)

Dizi: Look! Chinese food.

(Donnie takes her arm and starts to pull her towards the arena.)

Donnie: Wrestling match first!

(Dizi notices Tamer again and pulls her arm from her brother's grip.)

Dizi: What's your name?

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: I'm Tamer.

Dizi: I'm wrestling here tonight. Are you coming to the show?

Donnie: Dizi... Tamer is a wrestler with the company. He's probably wrestling...

(Tamer raises an eyebrow.)

Tamer: Yes, I'm wrestling tonight. I'm defending my All-American championship.

Dizi: You have a belt?? Cool!!

(Donnie shakes his head apologetically at Tamer.)

Donnie: I'm sorry.. she's... well, she's...

Dizi: I'm Dizi.

Donnie: Yes, you are. And this is Tamer... who holds both the Intercontinental Title and the All-American Belt.

(Dizi smiles up at Tamer.)

Dizi: Jammin! Can I have a ride on your motorcycle?

Tamer: Does she go around in circles like this all the time?

Donnie: Oh, no... not all the time... She's just excited.

(Dizi's smile fades.)

Dizi: I guess you don't want to give me a ride then, huh?

Tamer: I do want to give you a ride. But you've got to wrestle soon. I could give you a ride later tonight, after the show, maybe out to dinner?

(Dizi's smile comes back immediately.)

Dizi: Okay! I'll watch your match, too!

Donnie: Okay, good! That's great! (starts to pull Dizi towards the arena) Now, you can get ready for your match tonight.

Dizi: Against Frieda.

Donnie: Francine.

(Dizi turns and smiles at Tamer as Donnie pulls her away. She waves and calls back to him.)

Dizi: Do you like Chinese food?? I really like Lo Mien!

Tamer: Chinese food is perfect, it's a date.

(Dizi waves one more time at Tamer before Donnie pulls her into the arena and out of sight.)

Tamer: I'm a sucker for the cute ones.

(Tamer grabs his bag smiling and walks inside as we fade.)

>>>

KING: Gosh! Dizi is here for only a week and is already sounding like someone familiar!

JR: Who?

>>>

(Cameras go outside of the Marine Midland Arena to see a long White Limousine pull into the parking lot. The driver steps out and opens the back passenger door. Out steps White Lightning in his signature full white suit, with Silver Sunglasses on. Stepping out after his is Big Kev Nash wearing a black suit with a gym bag over his shoulder. Both men walk into the arena as the camera fades…)

JR: White Lightning and Tamer Tonight! All-American Title on the Line

>>> 

(Backstage, Michael Miracle and Adam Teller are getting ready for their
match with Too Bold Stupido...)

Adam Teller: Okay, last week you took out Hamagushi. He understood why you
were the future of this bussiness. Now, tonight, you are facing Too Bold
Stupido. This is just another wannabe wrestler you are facing. It is going
to be the future of this company vs a jobber. A man who does not even
deserve to be in the same room as you. After you defeat him, right there in
the middle of that ring, the people in the locker room are goin to start
seeing you for what you are, and that is, the greatest.

Michael Miracle: Why do you do that?

Adam Teller: Do what?

Michael Miracle: Why do you make it seem like there is no better then me?
Why do you make it seem that if I were to go into that ring and face The
BMWF Champion, Lowedown, and defeat him one, two three?

Adam Teller: Because you have been trained by greats in the bussiness. You
have every aspect you need to be great in this bussiness.

Michael Miracle: But that isn't what would happen. Sure, I have the
strength, the speed, and the wrestling know-how, but I don't have the
experience. I have been wrestling for a couple of years, yeah, but not as
long as Lowedown and Master Z. They are the best in the bussiness. They are
the top of the food chain. I hyave told you that I am at the bottom of that
chain right now.

Adam Teller: But without confidence, you will not win any match. Maybe I
should just leave, let you fight yor match alone.

Michael Miracle: I have confidence, in my ability, but not in my ego. If I
were to beileve what you believe, then there wouldn't be a man backstage who
wouldn't want to beat me down, destroy the bottom of the food chain. The
fact of the matter is that I have to defeat men like Too Bold Stupido in the
middle of that ring, 1...2...3. After I make my way up, defeat everybody up
the chain, and over time, a matter of years, after I win the BMWF
Championship, then I will be the best, but not till then. If you want to
leave, go ahead. Even without you here, eventually, I will become the best.

(There is a knock at the door and a voice can be heard from the other
side...)

Voice: Mr. Miracle, your match is next...

(Michael walks toward the door, but Adam grabs his arm...)

Adam Teller: That is the Mike I wanted to see. Now, lets get out there and
kick the living hell out of Too Bold Stupido.

(Adam Teller walks to the door and leaves the room and Mike stands there,
shaking his head in disbelief over the quick change ofm emotion.)

Adam Teller (From outside room): Are you coming?

(Mike shrugs it off and walks out of the room, and closes the door behind
him. The BMWF camera fades away after the door clicks shut.......)

>>>

(Three roadies and Bob "Box" Bartelstein are sitting down in camping chairs. Box looks to have had only two or three beers, but the roadies are plowed......)

Box: Dang you guys know how to tailgate before my match.

Roadie #1: Yeah man, hey we gotta finish this case before we go in there. No outside booze allowed man.

(Roadie #1 produces a reverberating belch.)

Roadie #2: Hey Boxman, isn't that that Drummer dude over there?

(Box looks over and the camera pans to show Michael "Drummer" Miracle walking towards Box and the three roadies.)

Box: I don't like this one bit, does the rookie think he can nose in on our little tailgating party?

(Box reaches into his gym bag next to his camping chair and pulls out his black aluminum baseball bat.)

Box: GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE!!! PRIVATE PARTY!!!

(Drummer has no reaction and keeps walking.)

Box: THAT'S IT ROOKIE!!!

(Box runs at Drummer who sidesteps Box and whips him into a wall. Box, looking surprised, smiles at Miracle and kneecaps him with his baseball bat. Drummer hits the floor in a heap...)

Box: You gonna need a miracle now.

(A roadie breaks a beer bottle on the ground and yells at Box.)

Roadie: Hey Box, use this! CATCH!!!

(The drunken roadie throws the broken beer bottle towards Box who intelligently ducks and the bottle shatters against the wall.)

Box: You're an idiot when you get drunk Brad. Back to you rookie!!

(Box looks back down and Drummer and picks him. Box heaves Drummer thru some containers.)

Box: You ever interrupt one of my parties again and you'll need a miracle next time, Drummer!! WELCOME TO THE BWMF!!!

(Scene fades away with Box standing over Drummer while calling for another beer.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Adam Teller...
Hailing from Detroit, MI...
Weighing in at 315 pounds...

Michael "Drummer" Miracle

KING: Miracle looks like he's been beat like a drum already!

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Denver, CO...
Weighing in at 222 pounds...

Too Bold Stupido

(To the tune of the old Too Cold Scorpio theme)

PA: TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!

KING: What a horrible song!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Michael Miracle whips Too Bold Stupido into the ropes.
Michael Miracle misses with a shoulderblock.
Michael Miracle goes for a sidewalk slam, but Too Bold Stupido counters it with
a DDT.
Too Bold Stupido nails Michael Miracle with a powerbomb.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Too Bold Stupido executes a spinning leg lariat on Michael Miracle.
Too Bold Stupido takes Michael Miracle down with an enzuigiri.
Too Bold Stupido uses a moonsault on Michael Miracle.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Too Bold Stupido nails Michael Miracle with a punch.
Too Bold Stupido uses a superkick on Michael Miracle.
Too Bold Stupido hits a moonsault on Michael Miracle.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, Adam Teller puts Michael Miracle's foot on the rope.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a punch, but Michael Miracle blocks it.
Michael Miracle hoists Too Bold Stupido high into the air with a vertical suplex
, then sends Too Bold Stupido crashing hard to the mat.
Michael Miracle whips Too Bold Stupido into the ropes.
Too Bold Stupido misses with an elbow.
Michael Miracle goes for a kick to the midsection, but Too Bold Stupido
blocks it.

PA: LIGHT'S OUT, GUERILLA RADIO, TURN THAT *bleep* UP!

("Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine continues to deafen the New York audience as Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtain with an electric guitar around his shoulder, a microphone in one hand and a steel chair in the other hand.)

JR: What's Tai Hashi out here for?

King: Maybe he's not happy that there's another rock star around.

(Tai sets up the chair on the stage and sits on it, he signals for Michael "Drummer" Miracle and Too Bold Stupido to continue.)

JR: Too Bold Stupido executes an enzuigiri on Michael Miracle.
Too Bold Stupido executes a cartwheel kick on Michael Miracle.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a punch, but Michael Miracle reverses it.
Too Bold Stupido re-reverses it.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a superkick, but Michael Miracle ducks out of the way.
Michael Miracle uses a Gorilla Press on Too Bold Stupido.
Michael Miracle is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, KICKOUT.
Too Bold Stupido nails Michael Miracle with a roundhouse kick.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".
Michael Miracle gives the sign for the Bassline.
Michael Miracle executes the Bassline on Too Bold Stupido.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Michael Miracle!

(The camera focuses back on Tai Hashi on the top of the ramp, he stands up from his chair, puts the guitar over his head and holds it in his hand. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring.)

JR: Oh no! We could see a brawl between The Rock Star and The Drummer here!

(Tai raises the guitar up in the air, the crowd cheer, Tai pauses. Michael looks at Tai and then at the guitar, he looks quite nervous about the fact he may lose a few brain cells thanks to the guitar. Tai though puts the guitar back down, wraps it around his shoulder and shakes Michael's hand. Tai signals for a microphone.)

Tai Hashi: "Mike, you're cool with me right now, but keep this in mind...there's only room for one rock star in the BMWF...and that's the electrifying..."

Crowd: "...MESMERISING..."

Tai Hashi: "...Rock Star! Dig that!"

("Guerilla Radio" continues to play as Tai throws the microphone back to Lilly and leaves to a huge crowd pop.)

KING: Have you ever heard any of Tai's music, JR?

JR: Well, no I haven't!

KING: It's even worse than Chris Jericho's!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(In a hallway backstage, Donnie is trying to keep Dizi from wandering off prior to her match.)

Donnie: Just stay here. It's almost time for your match.

Dizi: Yeah, yeah... I'm just looking around.

(Aquatic comes out from an adjourning hallway, smiling as she approaches Dizi with a clipboard.)

Aquatic: Ah, the new blood. A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. MacPhearson.

(Dizi smiles at Aquatic, then glances around.)

Dizi: Mom's here?

Donnie: No, she means you...

Dizi: Oh! (turns back to Aquatic) Hi! I'm Dizi!

Aquatic: (giving a sideways look) And you must be her brother, Donnie. I must ask you...do you find yourself to be a very qualified manager for this....young lady? She hardly seems....controlled.

Donnie: (flashes a strained smile at Aquatic) I've had almost 22 years of experience, I'm qualified. And no one has been able to manage her as well as me...

(Dizi grows bored and starts to wander away.)

Aquatic: (running and grabbing Dizi) My dear, we must be boring you with our talk about managing mumbo-jumbo. Answer me this: would you like to be the Woman's Champion?

Dizi: Who are you?

(Donnie smirks behind Aquatic's back.)

Aquatic: (beginning to twitch but holding her arm steady.) I am Aquatic, a REAL manager. (Aquatic glares at Donnie.) And I have here on this piece of paper an opportunity for you to face Moody for the title.

Dizi: I'm Dizi. (looks thoughtful) Aquatic? Like a water dwelling mammal- a whale or a dolphin? Or more amphibian like- like a newt?

Aquatic: (looking amused.) More like an opportunistic piranha, I'd say.

(Donnie steps up and reinserts himself into the conversation.)

Donnie: Aquatic is the nice wrestler that gave you the shout-out last Friday at Live. Remember, Dizi?

Dizi: Oh, yeah! That's right! Then you said I said I should prepare to feel your pain.... (gazes at Aquatic) What hurts?

Aquatic: Well, right now my big toe kinda....(regaining her composure)...I mean, I wanted to offer you a match against Judge Moody. And there's only one little catch. Just to help you out, I'll be in the match too. But only for your best interests. What do you say?

Dizi: You know there's a Chinese restaurant across the street. You like Lo Mien?

Donnie: You can eat after the match, Diz. (looks at Aquatic) Dizi needs to stay focused on her match tonight.

Dizi: I'm facing Frieda.

Donnie: Francine.

Dizi: Who?

Aquatic: Of course, of course. (Aquatic tears a paper out of her clipboard and hands it to Dizi.) But if you ever want to consider my offer, my number is on there. (hands Dizi a few dollars.) There. Treat yourself to the combo Lo Mein/Fried Rice.

Dizi: Jammin!! (smiles at Aquatic) Maybe you should soak it.

Aquatic: (looks at Donnie) She means my foot, right?

Donnie: Yes, she means your foot... you mentioned it earlier...

Dizi: I'm going to the Chinese restaurant with a guy on a Harley after the show.

Donnie: She doesn't care.

Dizi: She might.

Aquatic: Ah, a (distastefully) biker chick. Well, I'll see you around. Goodbye.

(Aquatic exits off, smiling an evil grin. Dizi begins to wander, but Donnie pulls her back.)

FADE

>>>

KING: JR, did that seem a little fishy to you?

JR: I'm not sure what you mean, King.

KING: Guess!

>>> 

(The camera cuts backstage where Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson and her manager, Donnie, are shown walking down a long hallway when all of a sudden Judge Moody comes out of a locker room door behind them with a chair! Judge Moody runs forward and nails Dizi on the back of the head with the chair! Donnie tries to grab the chair from Judge Moody but she kicks him in the stomach and cracks him over the head as well!)

Moody: Welcome to the BMWF sweetie...don't even think about taking this title from me...it's mine!

(Judge Moody unstraps the Women's title from her waist and shoves it right in Dizi's face.)

Moody: Take a good look at this....because this is the closest you will ever get to it again!

(Judge Moody walks off as the camera slowly fades.)

JR: Now that was just uncalled for! Danielle MacPhearson is new here!

KING: Yeah, right! HA HA HA!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
Fighting out of Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. Dizi comes out wearing long, black tights with neon blue scroll work down the left leg, and a long-sleeved neon blue top with black scroll work down the left arm that comes down just to the bottom of her ribs, leaving her midsection bare.

Donnie, wearing his usual suit, follows a few steps behind her. Dizi wanders down the aisle towards the ring, lightly hitting the fans hands as she does. Any time it seems like she's going to stop and chat, Donnie motions her towards the ring. They finally make it to the ring where Donnie gestures for a microphone.)

Donnie: Ladies and Gentlemen! I am Donnie MacPhearson, the proud manager of the BMWFs newest addition to the Women's Division- my sister, Dizi MacPhearson!

(Dizi steps on the bottom rope and grabs the top rope with one hand, waving at the crowd with the other. A few people in the audience wave back bringing a huge smile to Dizi's face.)

Donnie: Tonight, you will have the pleasure of seeing a truly exceptional match as Dizi takes on BMWF veteran Francine in one on one action.

(Dizi hops off the rope and wanders back towards her brother.)

Donnie: (continues to address the lukewarm crowd) Right here, in this ring, you'll witness the skill and ability that has already caught the attention of former Women's Champion, Aquatic...

Dizi: Yeah, I met her backstage!

(Donnie turns a little trying to keep Dizi away from the microphone. Noticing this, Dizi immediately grabs the mic from her brother with a big grin on her face.)

Dizi: (turns to the crowd) Annnnyyyyyway. I met Aquatic backstage. Nice girl. Too bad about her big toe.

(The crowd listens in puzzled silence as Dizi begins to wander around the ring.)

Dizi: Hey, has anyone here been to that Chinese restaurant across the street? Is it any good? (a few people in the crowd applaud) Jammin! I love Chinese food. I'm going there after the show. I'm wrestling Frieda tonight.

Donnie: (trying to get the microphone away from her) Francine!

Dizi: Who? (eludes her brother and turns back to the crowd) Oh, and this guy I met is going to give me a ride on his motorcycle! It's a wicked bike... a Harley! (There are a few scattered cheers from the crowd.) Yeah! Cool, huh??

(There are more cheers from the crowd.)

Dizi: But, I gotta tell you, there's something not quite right with that Aquatic. She's a little strange, if you ask me. Must be her legal trouble... she's all wound up about some 'Judge Moonie.' (some of the people in the crowd laugh and Dizi nods to them) Apparently, this Judge is in a bad mood or something. I don't know why Aquatic is trying to drag me into her legal troubles, though. I don't think she's wrapped too tight, if you know what I mean.

(Donnie finally gets the microphone away from Dizi, earning a few boos from the audience. The ring announcer promptly takes the microphone away from Donnie. Dizi smiles at Donnie as he tries to get her refocused on her match.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
Fighting out of Brooklyn, NY...
Weighing in at 120 pounds...

Francine

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

KING: Is the Dawg here tonight?

JR: Why do you want to know that?

KING: Just wondering!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

(The bell sounds and Dizi and Francine lock up in the center of the ring. They each try to force the other back into the corner, Dizi finally pushes Francine back, breaking the hold. Dizi smiles brightly and waves to the other woman.)

King: I'm not sure that Dizi girl is playing with a full deck, JR.

JR: Well, I don't know, King. It may just be the excitement of her first match here on Bedlam.

King: This is her first match?

JR: I didn't say that King. Dizi MacPhearson made her BMWF in ring debut at Live last Friday, defeating Bertha Rosetti, but this is her first televised match here at Bedlam.
Dizi hits Francine with armlock.
Dizi executes armlock on Francine.
Dizi takes Francine down with armlock.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Francine with a shoulderblock.
Dizi goes for leg scissors, but Francine blocks it.
Francine whips Dizi into the ropes.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Francine misses with a shoulderblock.
Dizi hits Francine with a kick.
Dizi uses leg scissors on Francine.
Dizi gets a wristlock on Francine.
Francine is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Francine makes it to the ropes after 11 seconds.

(A waistlock takedown by Dizi puts Francine on the mat where Dizi applies a hammerlock. A few people in the front row applaud. Dizi releases her hold and stands up smiling at the crowd. She turns her back to Francine and waves out to the fans.)

King: See that, JR? The girl is a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket.

JR: But she's shown some real wrestling skill here tonight. I think she just needs to focus on her opponent instead of the fans.

Francine goes for a hair pull, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi chops Francine.
Francine punches Dizi.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine chops Dizi.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine hits Dizi with a back rake.
Francine hits Dizi.
Francine further incites the crowd.
Francine hits Dizi.
Francine is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Dizi kicks Francine.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.

(Dizi whips Francine into the ropes, catching her with a clothesline as Francine bounces off the ropes. Francine hits the canvas hard.)

JR: What a clothesline! Dizi almost took Francine's head off with that one!

(Some of the fans start to cheer for Dizi. Dizi smiles out at them and starts to head for the ropes.)

King: And she's heading for the fans again!

(Donnie jumps up on the apron and yells at Dizi, motioning her back towards Francine. Dizi stops and smiles at her brother for a moment, then turns to back to Francine who is climbing to her feet in the middle of the ring. The referee moves to the ropes and orders Donnie back down to the floor. Donnie quickly drops off the apron.)

JR: And her manager seems to have gotten her focused back on Francine.

(The referee turns back to the match as Dizi moves behind Francine and executes a series of back suplexes.)

JR: A back suplex by Dizi! She's not letting go! Another! Francine's head is bouncing off the mat like a tennis ball!

(Dizi executes a bridging back suplex that turns into a pin attempt.)

JR: Francine's shoulders are down! And the referee is in position for the count!

(The referee counts 1... 2... 3! Dizi releases Francine and climbs to her feet. The referee raises Dizi's hand.)

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dizi!

JR: And the victory goes to the newcomer, Dizi MacPhearson!!

King: I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it!

JR: Yes, it's amazing, isn't it?

KING: Yeah, she's supposed to have the Dizi Sleeper for her finisher and wins here first televised match with a back bridge!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Jacklyn J. walking down a hallway.
Michael Bole walks up to Jacklyn J.)

Bole: Can I get an interview?

Jacklyn J.: No problem Michael.

Bole: Tonight you team with Athena Hashi and Aquatic to face Judge Moody,
Sarah Lynn, and Mae Old. How do you think you'll fare?

Jacklyn J.: I think we'll beat them tonight. Mae Old could possibly die in
the ring and I've beaten Sarah the only real challenge on that team is Judge
Moody.

Bole: You seem pretty confident. You do know that Moody is the current
women's champion while Sarah has held the Women's title.  That would seem to
make a strong team.

Jacklyn J.: You'd think so but it won't. I know that tonight Im going to win
that tag match. Just like Shane is going to win his match against Ash. Now
If you'll excuse me Michael I have to get to my match.

(Jacklyn walks off the camera fades.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up as we see Witherspoon sitting on the hood of the old style hearse smoking a cigarette with a duffel bag on the ground. He looks at his watch briefly looking around waiting for someone in particular. Sure enough he waits no longer as a 1969 Pontiac GTO comes roaring into a parking space right next to the hearse. The engine is shut off and the driver's door is opened as Axe dressed in a leather jacket, Misfits t-shirt, black Levi's jeans and a pair of old Converse sneakers steps out carrying a large duffel bag which is stuffed to the maximum capacity and his tag team championship belt draped over his shoulder. He closes the door and drops his bag some of the items clanging. Axe then pulls out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from the inside of his jacket and lights one up with his zippo. He gives Witherspoon a high five and joins him on the hood of the hearse.)

Axe: How's it going partner?

Witherspoon: It's going. Sorry about Friday man.

Axe: Ya ready to raise a little hell tonight?

Witherspoon: Always.

Axe: I wonder if those two clowns are gonna show up...I mean the doctor was against the idea of them wrestlin' tonight...but as we know Tobey he's stubborn and stupid.

(The two chuckle as Axe takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke slowly from his mouth.)

Axe: If they do show up those two are just going to revist those beds cause' we're gonna put them through the cleaner. Agreeing to a hardcore match with us is like signing your soul away to the devil. There going to regret it, and what they seem to want isn't what they were expecting or regret to have it in the first place. These tag titles of ours ain't goin' anywhere.

Witherspoon: Almost feel bad about beating a couple of cripples into the ground. Almost.

Axe: But if they want to get to knocked around, bleed like crazy, get stitched up and feel like crap the next day that's there choice. So did you get anything exciting for this match tonight?

(Witherspoon grabs his bag and only shows Axe the contents.)

Axe: Very nice...man and I thought I went on a shopping spree.

(The two laugh as Axe flicks his cigarette.)

Witherspoon: Guess we better get inside. Someone will probably wanna talk to the tag champs.

Axe: Alright let's get in there and show those punks we mean business.

(The two get up and grab their belongings heading towards the back doors of the Marine Midland Arena as the Bruisertron blinks out.)

JR: All I can say King is that this looks to be one hell of a slobberknocker!

King: Yeah the question is are Hollywood Inc. going to be here?

(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

JR: Kolic back out tonight! What will he have to say this time?

King: How can he say anything after the Box Drop from last week? I was
hoping it would shut him up forever! HAHA!

(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 calls for a mic.)

Kolic: Buffalo, New York...(Crowd pops)...quite possibly one of the DUMBEST
cities I’ve ever been to! (Boos echo throughout the arena) Seriously, I was
walking past some ratty bar down the street, and this guy drunk off his @$$
challenged me to a fight! He said something to the effect of (Kolic talks
with a drunken slur) “You think yer so smart, I bet you can’t fi-fight
without yer buddies heer!” (Kolic waits for the crowd to stop booing) He
then proceeds to throw a punch at me, which I easily use to throw him over
my head. Then his drinking buddies try to get a shot in, but I put them down
with well-placed karate chops and kicks, especially where it counts. When
all was said and done, I left 5 drunks lying on the floor to the crowd’s
applause and a free round. Of course, I told them I didn’t hang around with
commoners, but they could enjoy another mind-destroying beverage for beating
up a bunch of bullies. They didn’t take that well, but I didn’t expect them
to.

(Crowd erupts into boos, with a few chants of “Kolic sucks!”)

Kolic: You know I’m right, you just don’t want to admit it. The point I was
trying to make was, not only am I the smartest person in this city, I’m the
smartest person in the BMWF! None of these ignorant troglodytes can measure
up to my intellect. Perhaps the Professor could have, but he’s long gone. So
here’s what I’ll do: if anyone in the back thinks they’re smarter than me,
let them come to the ring right now. Anyone?

(Several moments of silence)

JR: No one’s coming! Maybe Kolic has been right all along!

King: NO! Someone, anyone come out and make Kolic stop talking!

Kolic: No one? That’s what I thought. Everyone back there knows their
intellects are monumentally substandard. Just like these people in the
audience tonight. I have a very...ahem...”important” match to prepare for
tonight, so I’ll leave you with one thought, simple enough that even you can
understand: I’m smarter than you, deal with it.

(Kolic drops the mic and walks to the back while “Sleeping Awake” plays.)

JR: Kolic, as usual, denigrating the fans just because he’s smarter. It may
be true, but he doesn’t have to throw it in everyone’s faces!

King: Hey, I hear Kolic’s coming out with a book, it’s called “I’m Smarter
Than You: 10 Reasons Why Idiots are Screwing Up the Country!”

JR: That does sound like Kolic. When will it be out?

King: Never! He can’t think of just 10! HAHA!

JR: We’ll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ignition


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Achu executes a gutwrench suplex on Ignition.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu nails Ignition with a chop.
Achu hoists Ignition high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Igniti
on crashing hard to the mat.
Achu kicks Ignition.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Achu.
Achu punches Ignition.
Ignition hits Achu.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ignition chops Achu.
Ignition has the crowd going wild.
Achu punches Ignition.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Achu.
Achu hits Ignition.
A few fans are cheering on Achu.

Ignition falls out of the ring.

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Achu!

KING: I think Master Z and Scotty Scott had better find them some more dependable Brotherhood teammates!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

  (The scene opens up inside the locker room of "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi and his beautiful girl, Athena Hashi. There is a dartboard set-up on the back of the door with photos of every Brotherhood member including Master Z, Scotty Scott, Ignition and Hardcore Harry, Tai Hashi is a few feet back with a set of three darts in his hand. He throws one, it lands on Hardcore Harry.)

Tai Hashi: "Ha ha, beat that guy already last week."

 (He throws the second and it lands right on the forehead of Ignition.)

Tai Hashi: "I beat that guy on Live on Friday, although many people didn't see it because it wasn't televised."

 (He throws the third and last dart, it lands on the chest of Master Z.)

Tai Hashi: "The third victim of 'Operation: Brotherhood' and probably the toughest, Master Z.  Multi-time former BMWF World Champion and multi-champion for many other title belts.  He's bee here for about two hundred years but now it's time to give this guy the biggest shock of his life when he gets beaten by a one hundred and ninety-pound, five foot nine, ROCK STAR!"

 (Tai goes to collect his darts.)

Athena Hashi: "He's pretty darn tough, Tai."

Tai Hashi: "I'm tougher."

Athena Hashi: "He's really strong."

Tai Hashi: "I'm stronger."

 (Athena laughs.)

Tai Hashi: "Athena, who's side are you on? Mine or his.

Athena Hashi: "Sorry, your's hun. But, he is a tough challenge."

Tai Hashi: "And that's why tonight I'm going to go out there and do my best. If I can defeat Hardcore Harry, Jerry "Sledge Girbowski, Ignition and all those other peeps, I've even beated Lowedown once in a tag team match. I'm unstoppable, I'm on a roll. Tonight is the night Master Z is going to be dropped like a bad habit! Even if he is much heavier and bigger than me, but just keep in mind that I am Mr. Persistence!"

 (Tai goes to throw the dart again. Suddenly, as the dart is in mid air, the door swings open. It's Kevin Kellie, Kevin ducks, the dart flies into the corridor and right into the skull of Lowedown...a poster of Lowedown!)

Athena Hashi: Holy cow,Tai, you almost killed BMWF's "favourite" backstage reporter."

 (Tai laughs.)

Tai Hashi: "Come in BMWF's "favourite" backstage reporter."

 (Kevin smiles nervously closing the door behind him.)

Tai Hashi: "So, why are you here?"

Kevin Kellie: "I popped by to ask a few questions if that's okay with you."

Tai Hashi: "I'm cool with that, fire away."

Kevin Kellie: "Tonight, you step into the ring with arguably the most legendary figure to ever step foot in the BMWF ring. How do you think you'll cope with that?"

Tai Hashi: "Yes, he is legendary, no, I'm not nervous. I know you didn't say I'm nervous but I can sense it, I can almost smell the "Hashi, you are nervous" kinda smell in you."

Kevin Kellie: "Are you saying I smell?"

Tai Hashi; "No, of course not. Anyway, back onto the question, I believe I have the stamina, the skill, the determination and of course the persistence to defeat Master Z tonight.  Former World Champion or not, BMWF legend or not, Master Z or not tonight I am going to go out there, step into the squared circle and do what I do best and that's kick @$$ and give these awesome fans something worth watching! Master Z, be prepared for the electrifying, mesmerising, rock star. NOW DIG THAT!

Kevin Kellie: "Thanks for you time Mr. Hashi,"

Tai Hashi: "It's been cool having you, sorry about the dart thing, could you get the other dart for me?"

 (Kevin sits up and walks out of the door to get the dart that is still firmly lodged into the poster of Lowedown. Kevin pulls it but it doesn't come out, he tugs and pulls but it still won't come out.)

Tai Hashi: "Nevermind Kev."

 (Kevin walks away. Athena then pulls the dart out with ease and they laugh.)

>>>

(Ignition walks from the parking lot, and the camera follows him as he gets to the back entrance. As he enters the door, two indistinct figures slam into him, cracking his shoulders and head against a wall. The door slams shut as the figures produce club-like weapons and we hear numerous bangs and crashes from behind the closed door as the cameraman rushes forward to capture the action. A final crash is heard, followed by a thud. The cameraman rushes forward and swings the door open, finding Ignition bloodied and unconscious on the floor. The camera swings wildly around the area, but the attackers have already escaped. The camera turns back onto Ignition’s broken body, and then focuses on a scrap of paper apparently stapled to his shirt and chest. Blood has somewhat blurred the messy handwriting, but the message can still be read:



“1st u disrispected me.

then u ignord me and my chalenjes

try to ignor this, Piggy!”



The camera fades.)

(The camera pulls back and we see the packed arena with fans going wild. Suddenly, the lights dim, and Marilyn Manson’s “Mobscene” blares forth from the speakers. The is a mixed reaction from the crowd as the Urban Legends’ icon vibrates on the Bruisertron.)

JR: Here come the Urban Legends! I wonder what they’ve got to say.

(A flurry of pyros shoot up, rocking The Marine Midland Arena, and scenes of the Urban Legend’s past brutality light up the screen in a fast-paced montage. As the pyros end, Dreadnaught and William Black enter the stage, followed by Scrappy Joe Tunny, Mafioso, Chuck Tunny and Carlos. Reno Fontayne brings up the rear as the group makes their way to the ring, ignoring the crowd. Dread and Black produce microphones as the rest form a tight mob in the center of the ring. Dread brings the mic to his mouth.)

Dreadnaught: Buffalo, you feelin’ the Legends?

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Dreadnaught looks out over the arena before putting the mic to his mouth.)

Dreadnaught: Take a good look inside this ring! LOOK AT THESE LEGENDS! This is what true legends are made of!

(Part of the crowd cheers, but just as many boo.)

KING: Mafioso, Black, Tunney and Jones are legends?

Dreadnaught: See, this is a whole new stable. This is a group of men I would bet my life on! You got a mixture of the newest superstars, and two men that have done everything possible in this sport! When you combine that, there is something special that happens. That something special is what all the streets are talking about! That is the Urban Legends!

(Again a mixed reaction from the crowd. But a strong one.)

Dreadnaught: The streets know when something real violent is about to occur, and tonight, they got their eyes focused on this ring! They know the legacy that these men will leave, and NOTHING will stop us! If you think you know the legends, you better get your brain changed up, ‘cause we will change the game. From now, until the end of time, the Legends are the (BLEEP)!

(This sets off a loud set of cheers and boos from the crowd. Dread lowers the mic and looks over at Black, who brings the mic up to his mouth.)

Black: You’d better listen up to what Dread just told you! He’s one of the TRUE legends in this sport, and he knows what he’s talking about! And that goes for all the guys backstage too! I put together the Urban Legends with some of the most promising young stars in the BMWF today, and with the addition of two BMWF legends, we are truly unstoppable! We are the biggest thing in wrestling today, and we’re also the wave of the future!

(Part of the crowd boos, and another part cheers.)

Black: But let’s get down to specifics, shall we? Brotherhood…

(The crowd starts to boo at the name of that stable.)

Black: You may believe that you’re the best thing since sliced bread. But you’re not! In fact, you’re nothing but a bunch of stuck up *bleep*heads who don’t stand a chance against the real thing! We put a beating on your leader, Master Z, last week, and that’s just the start!

(The crowd cheers.)

Black: And Prime Time.

(The crowd cheers at the name of that stable.)

Black: Rising from the dead, you actually believe that you’re still a viable force in the BMWF? You may have gotten a lease hold on life with the addition of Head Hunter, but we’ll be sure to destroy you for good next week in our stable versus stable street fight!

(The crowd cheers.)

Black: It doesn’t matter which three of us take you on – you’re all gonna feel pain unlike any you’ve ever felt before, and Prime Time will be left just a fond memory!

(The crowd is somewhat less enthusiastic about this pronouncement.)

Black: So get ready BMWF! The Urban Legends are here – and there’s no stopping our shot to the top!

(“Mobscene” blasts forth as the Urban Legends make their way backstage.)

(The scene opens outside the lockeroom of The Urban Legends. Their logo is
plastered onto the outside of the door. Suddenly The Headhunter walks up to
the door, turns the handle and walks inside. As the door swings open,
Mafioso stands, ready to fight. There is no-one else in the room.)

HEADHUNTER: Whoa! Easy fella, I'm just here to talk. When I've heard what
you've got to say to me, then we might fight.

MAFIOSO: Well let's find out ok.

HEADHUNTER: I gave you a message loud and clear last week. I want my money
for the hits that I did for you a few weeks ago. That is four hits, at two
thousand a head.

(Mafioso looks confused.)

MAFIOSO: Wait, you only did three. You didn't?t carry out the hit on Box,
you got that idiot Blizzard!

HEADHUNTER: What about last week? I took Box out that was a hit!

MAFIOSO: That was your own business not mine. I'm not paying for it.

HEADHUNTER: You are paying for it my friend, we had a deal. So have you got
the money?

MAFIOSO: You know something amigo? I don't have the cash right now! essa..I
gave it to Black to hold on to but I'll have it for you next week!

(Mafioso smiles slyly as The Headhunter snarls and shakes his head.)

HEADHUNTER: I'm starting to lose patience with you punk. You better not be
bullBLEEPing me Mafioso, or the next hit that I carry out will be on you!

MAFIOSO: I'll get you the money. I give you my word.

HEADHUNTER: You get me that money, or I'm gonna start extracting blood from
you as payment!

(The Headhunter turns and leaves the room. A big grim spreads across the
face of Mafioso, and turns into a small laugh.)

FADE

>>>

(Michael Bole stands backstage with Sarah Lyn)

Bole: Sarah, you've been pretty quiet the last few weeks, any reason for
the...

Sarah: Mikey, you're cute an' all but shut it! I haven't said anything
because there's nothing to be said. I'm stuck in a division full of tramps,
airheads and bimbos. And have you seen the newest piece of trash to come in?
  Dizz or something like that.

Bole: You mean Dizi?

Sarah: Yeah, that's the tramp! I'm sure we're going to see absolutely
nothing from her. And ten bucks says she's already slept with Tyrone.

Bole: Your ex-husband

Sarah: Don't remind me.

Bole: And your match tonight?

Sarah: Me, twitch an' some (beep) from some other stupid federation against
Judge no-booby and crew... LA-DEE-DA! Mikey, you want to know why I never
say anything? Because there's really nothing new to say about the stupid
chicks I must constantly fight, day in, day out... in constant repetition.
Give me some d@mn competition! I'm da most Hardcore (beep) this federation
has! Mike... I AM "The Baddest (beep)"!!!

And tonight... some (beep)es are gonna pay!

(fade)

>>> 

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

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. She waits for the small but enthusiastic "Aqua Girl" chants to die down.)

Aquatic: I am feeling very intrigued as our next pay-per-view draws closer. It should be either on Victoria Day or Memorial Day….I would have omitted any show on Memorial Day in respect, but that's me. Anyway, I really want to see what woman is going to step up. I mean, I'm a very good wrestler, and obviously your champion Judge Moody is (crowd boos). But we can't fight on every pay-per-view. And Moody crushing Jacklyn in a title match every other week on free TV does not constitute "division diversity". So who of the new blood will step up? I'm obviously looking at Dizi, but I want all girls to remember….I am your enemy in the ring, but I am also a MANAGER. And I could help a woman get a match the same way I work for Judge. And I'm even cheap on an hourly rate!

(Aquatic laughs and smiles, then raises her clipboard.)

Aquatic: Hey…any girl wants to talke me up on this, sign this clipboard after the match sometime or today. I'm not hard to find. And if none of you have the ovarian fortitude to step up, well then,I guess we'll just have another Aquatic vs. Moody main event. And that's fine with me, because then Moody will surely…

Crowd/Aquatic: FEEL MY PAIN!

(Aquatic chucks the mike and sets down the clipboard.)

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

Their partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

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

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

("Points of Authority" hits the PA system and Jacklyn J. comes out from
behind the curtain. Jacklyn walks down the ramp and slides in the ring.
Jacklyn jumps onto a turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn does a
backflip off the turnbuckle to start the match.)


LILLY: Their opponents...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. Judge Moody appears from behind the curtains and begins to make her way down to the ring. She is wearing a long judge robe and has the BMWF Women's title wrapped around her waist. She enters the ring and raises her Women's title in the air as the crowd boos. Judge Moody finally grabs a mic from ringside as the crowd continues to boo.)

Moody: How come we have to have three shows here in New York, this has to be one of the most pathetic states there is!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: But speaking of pathetic, look who I have as partners here tonight! First off, there's Sarah Lyn...has she actually ever been the Women's Champion? Oh yeah, there was about five minutes a couple of months ago where she was the champion, but then I was ready for my title back and I took back what was mine! Then there's Mae Old...do I even need to go further?

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Let's just hope you two ugly broads keep up your side of the team, because I am still getting my piece of Aquatic! Aquatic...I hope Live this past Friday was a lesson to you...you are no match for me and as far as I am concerned, you should just quit being The Judge's manager before you really get hurt!

(Judge Moody is about to toss down the mic when she brings it back up.)

Moody: Oh yeah, and if you people don't agree with me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her partners and opponents.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

PA: For all those who thought I fell off...

I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of
boos.)

LILLY: Their partner...
weighing in at 175 pounds...
Mae Old

(1950's rock & roll music plays as Mae comes to the ring. She has a goofy smile and hobbles into the ring.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Athena Hashi puts Judge Moody in a crossface chickenwing.
Judge Moody makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Athena Hashi throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Athena Hashi goes through the ropes.
Jacklyne J. comes over to make it two-on-one.
Sarah Lyn comes over and lays out Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody nails Athena Hashi with an eye gouge.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Sarah Lyn comes over to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody hits a DDT on Athena Hashi.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Judge Moody nails Athena Hashi with a snap mare.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
Judge Moody whips Athena Hashi into the guardrail.
Judge Moody nails Athena Hashi with a headbutt.
Judge Moody executes a dropkick on Athena Hashi.
Judge Moody throws Athena Hashi back into the ring.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
You could hear a pin drop.
Judge Moody tags out to Sarah Lyn.
Judge Moody enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Sarah Lyn and Judge Moody hit Athena Hashi with a double DDT.
Sarah Lyn and Judge Moody hit Athena Hashi with a double DDT.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Sarah Lyn sends Athena Hashi into the turnbuckle.
Sarah Lyn charges into the corner.
Sarah Lyn executes the Palimony on Athena Hashi.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Sarah Lyn goes for the pin.
Athena Hashi goes for a powerslam, but Sarah Lyn counters it with a lariat.
Sarah Lyn is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, Jacklyne J. makes the save.

They tag out!

Aquatic locks up with Mae Old.
Aquatic throws Mae Old with a snapmare.
Mae Old gets back up, jiggling her cellulite.

King: That's disgusting!!

(Aquatic makes a face, and nails Mae with a dropkick. Mae goes back a few feet and lands on her behind. Aquatic stomps on Mae Old as she slowly gets up.)

JR: Aquatic seems frustrated when she can't get an opponent to play at her speed!

Mae Old gets up and pulls down Aquatic's skirt, exposing her panties.
Aquatic is shocked, and rolls out of the ring holding her skirt, frantically putting it back on.

King: YAHOO! Take off her shirt next!

JR: Stop it, King!

(As Mae Old plays to the crowd, Aquatic grabs a steel chair and slides back in the ring. She nails Mae Old with the steel chair, knocking her out. The referee calls for the bell.)

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here are your winners by disqualification...Judge Moody, Sarah Lyn and Mae Old!

(Athena runs in and gets taken out by an Aquatic chair shot. Moody tries to get away, but Aquatic throws her into the ring.)

JR: Moody trying to tuck tail and run! And with good reason because Aquatic has SNAPPED!

Aquatic smashes Moody with the steel chair, and sets her up in the corner.
Aquatic goes over to the turnbuckle across from Moody, and scales it.
Moody is still knocked out in the corner.

King: JR, she's not….

JR: Aquatic's going to go coast-to-coast, border-to-border here!

(Aquatic flies through the air and lands a dropkick kicking the chair into Moody's face-VAN TERMINATOR! Aquatic slides out of the ring smiling and high-fives a few fans.)

JR: Aquatic has shown Moody that she is not a woman to be trifled with or made a joke of!

King: That psycho witch is coming for Moody's woman's championship right after she just had a shot!

JR: King, she was screwed by Moody! And now, she's going to try to regain her title by plotting with Dizi!

King: Aquatic was screwed by Moody? I wish Moody would screw-

JR: KING!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera cuts to outside the Marine Midland Arena, where a helicopter is landing on the street that has been cordoned off by local police. The camera focuses on the back door as it opens to show Ezekiel sporting Gunn tartan and a Hollywood Inc ‘Truth Will Prevail’ shirt. His left arm is in a sling, and his free arm makes use of a crutch.

(Ezekiel is met halfway to the arena entrance by Bole)

Bole: Any comments regarding what happened on last weeks Bedlam?

Ezekiel: Tobey misjudged Master Z. An error of judgement which cost Tobey and myself dearly. Rest assured that that will not happen again.

Bole: So is that the end of Hollywood Inc?

Ezekiel: This journey has hit major obstacles; the light will shine stronger for those who prevail. No obstacle is too big to overcome.

Bole: So are you looking for revenge on Master Z?

Ezekiel: When the light shines on Master Z he will know, I will stand in front of Master Z, as I do before you now, and he will know the truth. Bad forces are running rife throughout the BMWF; make use of this time while it lasts, as the light is grower brighter with each and every day.

Bole: And finally can I ask about your match against The Darkening for the Tag Team titles?

Ezekiel: One thing is certain; I will be there; regardless of my health, regardless of Tobey’s health. Tokyo Terror I failed myself, that will never happen again. It is time to discard these hindrances…

(Ezekiel throws the crutch into a barricade, and rips off the sling)

Ezekiel: …It is time for the truth.

(Ezekiel walks determinedly towards the arena, with a slight limp, the wind gently lifting his hair)

(The sound of gunfire and explosions is heard over the PA, followed by the
techno trill of Rammstein's "Feuer Frei."  Strobe lights bathe the ramp in
flickering green as the enormous Howitzer enters the arena and walks
straight down to the ring.  He jumps up on the apron, climbs through the
ropes, and walks to the other side of the ring.  Somebody hands him a mic. 
The music cuts out and Howitzer is standing in the middle of the ring,
holding the microphone and looking into the crowd.  He is wearing his
wrestling attire, and the tattoo of heavy chains running the length of his
broad shoulders is prominently displayed.)

Howitzer:  Well.  You know, there isn't really a whole hell of a lot for me
to do right now except introduce myself.

(The crowd was mildly excited by the entrance, but now sit mostly silent,
waiting to hear what the man will say.  He has their attention, at least.)

Howitzer:  My name's Howitzer.  My momma and my dad named me Mack Murphy,
but you all are gonna get to know me as Howitzer.  And all you big fellas in
the back are gonna get to know me as a guaranteed BUSTED SKULL, BROKEN LEG,
or just a good ol' BAD NIGHT.  This here is my first day in the BMWF, and
I'm not gonna spew the same old trash that every new guy says.  You people
didn't pay good money to hear this big ox climb in the ring and say "I'm
gonna be the best!  I'm gonna win the title!  I'm the next big thing!  Buy
my t-shirt!"

(The crowd laughs a little and starts to warm to the newcomer.  A small
cheer goes up.  Howitzer holds his right hand up for them to settle.)

Howitzer:  I don't give a single hair on a rat's @$$ if I'm the next big
thing or not.  I'm not here to win a belt in my first week of work.  Hell,
maybe ever.  I don't chase gold, and I sure as shootin' am NOT here to get
famous!  You fans wanna know why I'm here?  WANNA KNOW?

(The crowd cheers a little louder.)

Howitzer:  I'm here...because I WANNA KICK PEOPLE'S @$$ES!  I wanna hurt
people!  I just wanna walk down that ramp night after night and start
pounding guys' heads into the turnbuckles, drop 'em on the canvas, hit 'em
with a chair, feel my fist on their face!  Who here, in this arena tonight,
likes to see two animals pound the damn daylights out of each other?

(The crowd roars.  The cheer gets louder and louder, rippling throughout the
stands.  Howitzer climbs one of the turnbuckles and pounds his chest like an
enraged ape.  He puts the mic to his mouth and speaks from the turnbuckle. 
He looks in the direction of the backstage area.)

Howitzer:  So I want everybody's attention back there!  I wanna brawl
tonight, and damn soon!  I don't care if it's the World Heavyweight Champ,
or the guy with a mop and bucket sweeping the floor!  One of you get down to
the ring RIGHT NOW.  AND GET READY TO GET HURT.

(The crowd erupts and looks expectantly as the ramp for someone to meet
Howitzer's challenge.)

KING: Who's going to...?

(The 1950s music plays again!)

KING: YAHHH! Not Mae Old again!

MAE: Now, here's what you, Mister Howitzer and everyone else has come here tonight to see! PUPPIES!! Hit the music!

(The Stripper plays as Mae tries to do a strip tease!)

KING: YAHHHH! NO! NO! Oh, my gosh! The FCC! Shriveled puppies! YAHHH!

JR: Here comes Commissioner Dangle!

(Dangle quickly wraps his suit jacket around Mae. He and the EMT's lead her out of the ring!)

KING: Thank God for a great Commissioner like Kurt Dangle!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and
the following words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. The lights go out completely save for the
bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog
completely covering the stage and the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe
Monche kicks up. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

(There's another shot of pyro. A figure appears in the midst of the fog and
bright spot light.)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith walks
out from the fog and stands on the stage and listens to the slight mixed
reaction from the crowd. Most are cheering him, but there are some scattered
boos.)

JR: Quite possibly the next  BMWF World Heavyweight Champion is walking to
the ring right  now, and something tells me he isn’t out her to talk about
trading cards!

(Tyrone enters the ring and grabs a mic)

Tyrone: I just wanna say how big of punks I t'ink Lowedown an' his lil'
(beep) half-brotha Ash are!

(crowd boos at the Lowedown diss)

Tyrone: Yeah, I know Seth is y'all's d@mn savior or somt'in' but last week
proved just what type of coward we have as a champion! An' Ash... I t'ought
we were dawgs, man! But ya know what? I ain't never liked yer @$$ b'fore,
why should I start now? All I know is dat in just t'ree more weeks, we're
gonna see just how great y'all's (beep) champion really is! An' I'ma make
sure ain't nobody gonna be able to (beep) wit' da outcome o' dis one!

JR: I wonder what sick, dangerous match Tyrone has in store for this month's
PPV.

Tyrone: As for t'night... y'all get to see da reunion of Da Union-nation!
(crowd pop) Scotty Scott an' Tyrone Smit' back t'getha  one more time.

KING: YAHHH! NOT ANOTHER UNION COMEBACK!!

Tyrone: Man, how t'ings have changed. Scotty raised me to HATE AN' LOATH dat punk (beep)
(beep)a Masta Z, an' now dey practically takin' showers t'getha!

King: HA HA!

Tyrone: Scotty, dawg, I'll tell ya an' yer whole lil' crew of Sisterhood
Jive Kittens... ya stay out of my way, I stay out of yers... we both want
Seth... I want his gold, y'all want his life. Dis can be a great friendship,
or a terrible annoyance all in da way ya play it. Ball's in yer court...
keep it out o' mine!!

(Tyrone drops the mic. "Simon Says" kicks back up as he walks out of the
ring and back up the ramp)

JR: Strong and simple words towards Lowedown and his half-brother Ash as
well as a warning for Scotty Scott and the Brotherhood.

King: Tyrone is definitely biting off more than he can chew. But you know
what? Looks like we'll finally get rid of the big ape!

JR: King stop! We'll be right back!