BMWF Bedlam Part II

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

(Couch is standing in front of the Urban Legends locker room with a microphone in hand. He knocks on the door. After a few seconds, the door opens, and Levon Jones peeks out.)

Couch: Levon, I’d like to speak to Scrappy Joe Tunny.

(Jones looks disapprovingly at Couch.)

Jones: Did you just call me Levon? Are ya a friend of mine now?

Couch: Oh..sorry, Mr. Jones. Uh…can I speak to Scrappy Joe now?

(Tunny looks down and shakes his head in amazement.)

Jones: Now you’re Tunny’s friend too, huh? Well, come on in.

(Jones opens the door and ushers Couch in.)

Jones: Hey, Tunny! Couch is here to see ya!

(Tunny’s voice is heard from the washroom)

Tunny: Gimme a sec!

(The noise of a running faucet is heard. Indistinct mumblings of a hushed conversation are heard, then Chuck Tunny’s voice is heard.)

Chuck: I can’t get this *bleep*in’ stuff off my hands, Joey! I’ve got some under my finger nails too!

Tunny: Quiet, Chuck! Just start usin’ another towel! I’ve gotta go talk to Couch!

(The restroom door opens and Tunny exits. He’s wearing jeans and his usual white shirt – but there are blood stains all over the front of the shirt. Couch makes a double-take, then stares in confusion at Tunny’s shirt. Tunny looks down at his shirt and flinches realizing his mistake. He quickly rips the shirt up over his head and tosses it back into the restroom behind him. Tunny approaches Couch with a guilty look on his face.)

Couch: What…what was that bl…

Tunny: Wrong question, Couch! The question is, how do I feel goin’ into my match ‘gainst Pain tonight!

Couch: Actually, it’s Michael Bole who asks those types of questions. My questions are more relevant and penetrating.

Tunny: Too bad, Couch. The question’s already been asked.

(Tunny turns toward the camera.)

Tunny: Pain, we’ve faced each other once before in a non-televised match, an’ if my memory serves me correct, you were left face down in the ring at the end!

Couch: Wasn’t that due to Chuck’s interference?

Tunny: Shut up, Couch! The point is, I’ve faced ya before, big man, an’ I was the man left standin’! So bring yer big @$$ down there tonight, an’ I’ll show ya why I’ve got nothin’ to fear from ya, Pain!

Couch: Now, onto the issue of your shirt. What was that bl…

(Tunny knocks the microphone out of Couch’s hand, causing the mic to release a shock of static. Tunny mouths the words “I’m done”, and stretches his hand out toward the camera. He steps forward, covering the lens with his hand.)

>>> 

(Mafioso and Carlos are sitting in the Urban Legends lockerroom with the
rest of the gang when carlos nods towards the door,signaling that he wants
to speak in private)

Mafioso: Excuse me guys. Hey Carlos, can you give me a hand? I wanna thank
some of these new guys and give em a proper welcome!

(The rest of the Urban Legends begin to stand up but Mafioso reassures them
that it's not necessary and then he and Carlos walk out of the room)

Mafioso: What's up essa?

Carlos: That's what I wanna know.

Mafioso: Come on 'Los quit playing games man! What's your problem?

Carlos: You've changed essa! You're not the same anymore. Take a look at
yourself. Look long and hard amigo cuz before you never had dealings with
these "business partners" from Italy and you wouldn't have hooked up with
these...these so called Urban Legends!

Mafioso: Hold on right there! First of all I've been in business with the
Italians for alot longer than you know. It wasn't your business so I didn't
tell you. Now what's the big deal with the Urban Legends?

Carlos: Well for starters, why is Black the leader? Including you there are
4 other people with more experience here in the BMWF!

Mafioso: He's the leader cuz it was his idea to form this group....besides
if I had a problem with that I could have told him I wanted no part of this
group.

Carlos: Ok what about that psycho Reno?

Mafioso: What about him?

Carlos: He's not even really part of the team! He's just here for Dread and
he even said it himself! He says he doesn't trust the rest of us well that's
just great cuz as far as I'm concerned I don't trust him either homie!

Mafioso: The guy's just a head case. He's been on the street for who knows
how long. He just needs time to adjust. That's all.

Carlos: Fine! Then tell me something Mafi, what have any of them done for
you that you couldn't do on your own?

Mafioso: ............

Carlos: yeah that's what I thought. Listen you think about everything I've
said. I have a flight to catch out to California. Your sister and your
cousin need some help with the family business and since your to busy here I
offered to go. I'll be back next week. Remember what I said!

(The scene fades as Carlos turns a corner and Mafioso walks back into the
locker-room)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
Fighting out of Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the Pa as Pain walks out to the boos of the fans. He looks and is joined by Scotty Scott. Together they walk down to the ring. Scotty is carrying a sports bottle with him. Pain holds the ropes open for Scotty as he steps through the ropes. Pain steps over the ropes. Scotty stands in the center of the ring as Pain joins him. Pain raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out of the corner posts.)

Scotty: Ya know... 'Lot of these newer guys have been on a lucky streak. But ya know... The streak has ta end somewhere and I say right here. Scrappy Joe... Yer luck has run out... Just like the Suck Up... I mean the Judge... and the Candy @$$... I mean Lowedown... Muh boy here has somethin's ta say....

Pain: Joe.... Bad things have been running through my mind since Tobey was sent to the hospital.... Who can I destroy next... Who will I sacrifice tonight?

Crowd: UG-LY UG-LY UG-LY

Pain: STOP THAT!!!! STOP THAT!!!!! SCOTTY MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!

Scotty: Relax Pain. Here have some Kool Aide. It is your favorite flava.

(Pain takes the bottle and drinks. He calms down suddenly.)

Pain: Joe Tunny... You will be the scarifical lamb to be led to the slaughter... This night... You will be left for.... DEAD!!!!!

(Scotty and Pain laugh together.)

Scotty: Hey Joe... Beat this man... If ya can.... Survive... If he lets ya... Hahahaha!!!!!!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Pain and Tunny circle each other in the ring. Pain lunges forward, but Tunny sidesteps and ducks, and delivers a sharp jab to the ribs. That hurt Pain a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

King: Look at him, he’s laughing! He knows that punches can’t take him down!

JR: Pain lunges forward again, and again Tunny ducks out of the way, this time delivering a kick to Pain’s shin! Pain hobbles around a little, but he’s still laughing! Tunny…oh my, look at this! Tunny raises his hand, challenging Pain to a test of strength! What’s he thinking?

King: Look at Chuck’s face! Even he thinks Scrappy Joe’s gone nuts!

JR: Pain raises his hand…Tunny can’t even reach that high! He’s making fun of Tunny! Pain looks up at his hand and…

King: YAAAH! Tunny just kicked Pain between the legs! Pain’s not laughing any more!

JR: Tunny follows up with a dropkick to Pain’s face! Pain stumbles back…but the big man stays standing! Tunny with another dropkick…Pain stumbles back to the ropes, but he doesn’t fall! Tunny runs into the ropes…he’s rushes at Pain…running forearm smash, spilling Pain over the top rope to the outside! Tunny going out…but the ref is pushing him back into the middle of the ring! Tunny grabs the ref by the shirt, and is screaming at him! The ref is tied up with Tunny, and here comes Chuck with a chair…

*CRASH!*

JR: Chair shot to the back of Pain’s head! Now Chuck swings the chair sideways, and…

*CRACK!*

JR: …smashes the outside of Pain’s right knee! Pain drops to his knees! Tunny releases the ref and jumps to the outside. He rushes at Pain, and slams him with a diving clothesline! Pain is on his back! Tunny grabs Pain’s arms and drags him over to the guard rail. Tunny takes Pain’s right arm and places it between the bars of the guard rail, then hops over the rail so he’s standing right in front of the crowd! Tunny pulls back on Pain’s arm, pressing it into the bars of the guard rail! Pain is grimacing and trying to pull his arm out…but here comes the ref. He counts, and Tunny releases on the count of four. The ref warns Tunny, but Tunny grabs him, and rolls him into the ring!

King: Tunny had better watch what he does to the ref! He could get kicked out of the BMWF…or at the very least be on the wrong side of a Bruiser stunner!

JR: Tunny enters the ring and starts screaming at the ref! The ref scrambles backwards and is warning Tunny that he will get a DQ if Tunny touches him again!

King: On the outside, Chuck is kicking Pain in the ribs as Pain tries to get up! He stops just as the ref disentangles from Tunny and looks out at Pain!

JR: Pain gets up slowly and stumbles toward the ring. Here comes Tunny! Tunny reaches the ropes and leans over…but Pain pulls his legs out from under him and pulls Tunny to the outside! Pain smashes Tunny with a forehand! He grabs Tunny and sends him crashing into the guard rail!

King: Pain’s making a comeback!

JR: Pain picks up Tunny and leads him over to the ring post. Pain crashes Tunny’s skull into the post! Now Pain is setting Tunny up…he’s going for a choke slam onto the ring steps! Oh my god! He has his hand around Tunny’s throat…but Tunny pokes his eyes, breaking the hold. Now Tunny snaps his elbow up, cracking Pain hard in the nose! Pain’s bleeding as he stumbles away! But Tunny is after him – Tunny tackles Pain at his right knee, sending Pain down to the floor! Tackling the knee like that is extremely dangerous! Pain is rolling around holding that knee! Let’s hope he’s not injured!

King: Let’s hope for Tunny’s sake he isn’t injured – Pain has got a whole lot of friends right now who would make Tunny’s life a living hell if he injured Pain!

JR: Tunny re-enters the ring and waits for the count to continue. Pain re-enters at the count of nine.

Joe Tunny sends Pain into the turnbuckle.
Joe Tunny charges into the corner.
Joe Tunny whips Pain into the turnbuckle.
Joe Tunny hits the Running Forearm Smash on Pain.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Joe Tunny executes 10 punch in corner on Pain.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny executes a series of punches on Pain.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny goes for the Running Forearm Smash, but Pain counters it with
a Gorilla Press.
Pain goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Joe Tunny blocks it.
Joe Tunny takes Pain down with a series of punches.
Joe Tunny uses a series of punches on Pain.
Joe Tunny whips Pain into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Pain with a clothesline.
Joe Tunny whips Pain into the ropes, but Pain reverses it.
Joe Tunny hits Pain with an elbow.
Joe Tunny puts Pain in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Bart Farinus threatens Joe Tunny with disqualification.
Pain sits up.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.

JR: Pain has Joe by the throat.

King: I love it when he does this.

JR: Pain just threw Joe across the ring!!!!

King: Look at the fear on Joe's face!!!!

JR: Pain is stalking Joe!!!!

Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain hits Joe Tunny with a shoulderblock.
Pain almost takes Joe Tunny's head off with a clothesline
Pain goes for a legdrop, but Joe Tunny rolls out of the way.
Pain sits up.
Pain hits Joe Tunny.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Joe Tunny chops Pain.
The crowd is booing Joe Tunny.
Joe Tunny kicks Pain.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Pain hits Joe Tunny.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain goes for a choke lift, but Joe Tunny counters it with a facerake.

JR: Pain is all over Tunny right now! A strong forehand sends Tunny reeling back into the ropes! Pain charges in…but Tunny ducks down and delivers a backdrop, sending Pain to the outside! Tunny looks to be too weak to follow to the outside. He waits inside as the ref starts the count! Pain re-enters the ring at the count of six. Pain rushes Tunny, but Tunny sidesteps and kicks Pain in the gut! With Pain bent over holding his stomach, Tunny connects with a jaw breaker! Pain stumbles back, but doesn’t go down! Tunny follows and hits a neck breaker! Pain is lying on the mat! Tunny scrapes his boot in Pain’s eyes, sending Pain scrambling over to the ropes! He tries to pull himself up, but Tunny connects with a boot to the ribs! Tunny puts Pain in a headlock, and wraps his hands around the middle rope! He’s choking Pain against the ropes!

King: Even a monster like Pain needs oxygen to wrestle! Good move by Tunny!

JR: The ref counts, and Tunny releases on four…but he goes right back at it, choking Pain mercilessly! Again the count, and again Tunny releases at the count of four! The ref moves Tunny back, giving him a warning. Behind his back, Chuck hits Pain full in the face with that chain wrapped fist!

King: Pain must feel like he’s been in a handicapped match tonight! Chuck has been interfering left right and center!

JR: Tunny rushes over to Pain and goes for the pin! One..two..th..no! Pain gets his leg on the ropes!


JR: Joe is hitting the ropes....

King: Hahahaha!!!! He just fell on his face!!!!

JR: Scotty grabbed his foot!!!! The referee is warning Scotty not to do that anymore!!!!

King: Samething!!!!

JR: Joe didn't fall on his face!!! He fell into Pain's right hand!!! CHOKESLAM!!!!

King: That is going to leave a mark.

JR: Pain is picking up Scrappy Joe.

King: I know this is going to leave a mark.

JR: CORNIARY!!! CORNIARY ON SCRAPPY JOE TUNNY!!!!

Joe Tunny falls out fo the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Pain hits Joe Tunny with a backbreaker.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Pain nails Joe Tunny with a forearm to the back.
Bart Farinus counts: 3.
Bart Farinus counts: 4.
Bart Farinus counts: 5.
Pain reenters the ring.
Joe Tunny climbs back into the ring.
Pain is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Pain sends Tunny into the corner. Pain rushes in…but Tunny moves out of the way, and Pain crashes into the turnbuckles!

King: Tunny grabs Pain from behind and picks him up…belly-to-back on Pain!

JR: Tunny goes for the cover! Tunny’s legs are on the middle rope for leverage, but the ref doesn’t notice! One..two...KICKOUT!

Pain throws Bart Farinus over the top rope.
Bart Farinus is out cold.
Joe Tunny uses a right jab on Pain.
Joe Tunny catches Pain in a chokehold.
There is no referee there to ask Pain.
Joe Tunny takes Pain down with a right jab.
Bart Farinus crawls back into the ring.
Bart Farinus gets up.
Bart Farinus disqualifies Pain.
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner by DQ is Joe Tunny!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

JR: Bole is standing by with Reno and Dreadnaught!

(The camera shows Dreadnaught and Reno standing with Bole in between them. Dreadnaught has an Urban Legends T-shirt and a black fedora. Reno looks disheveled as Bole puts the mic near his mouth.)

Bole: You gentlemen face off against Team Beautiful tonight! They are former Tag Team Champions. Can you handle them?

(Dreadnaught begins to laugh as Reno grabs the mic.)

Reno: Dread, did you hear Bole? He thinks we can’t handle them!

(Dreadnaught garbs the mic.)

Bole: I’m not saying…

Dreadnaught: Yo, I heard this fool! You know Reno, I seem to remember someone else who held the Tag Team Titles. What was the name of that team? The Power Company?

Reno: The Road Trip?

Dreadnaught: Wait! I remember! Yeah, they were the Power Trip! And who was on that team?

Reno: Umm….you were on it! Right?

Dreadnaught: Yeah, and I think I remember you too!

Reno: Is that true Bole? Or was that in a past life?

Bole: Yes, you two were the tag team champions!

Reno: Were?

Dreadnaught: We would still be the champs if Reno hadn’t have had some business to attend to. But, we will show the World tonight!

Reno: Yeah, I have been put back in this world for one thing! And that is retribution, and REVENGE!

Dreadnaught: That’s right! The Devil and God had a kid, and Reno is his name! He will lay Team Beautiful out tonight! And the World will know the Urban Legends are for real!

Bole: What about your attack on Z last week?

Reno: Retribution and revenge! Don’t you get it Bole?

Dreadnaught: You can’t expect anything but dribble from this fool Reno. Let’s bounce!

(Dreadnaught and Reno walks off as Bole continues to look confused.)

PA: Light's Out / Guerilla Radio / Turn That *bleep* UP!

("Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine blasts through the PA systems, Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtain to a standing ovation from the New York crowd. Tai slaps the fans hands on the way down the ramp and then rolls into the ring. He grabs a microphone.)

Tai Hashi: NEW YORK!

Tai Hashi and the crowd: YOU ROCK!

Tai Hashi: Whoo! You guys are hot tonight. Just to think that this time last week I was at the lowest point of my life, I was depressed and thought life sucked until an angel, or waitress, was sent from up above, or from the cafeteria. But anyway, she gave me some great words of wisdom and now I'm back on form, I defeated Hardcore Harry last week, I evend defeated Ignition on a non-televised broadcast on Friday. Tonight, I face Master Z.

(Boo's fill the arena at the mention of Master Z's name.)

Tai Hashi: But I came out here to talk about Tokyo Terror when I lost against, Kolic. It wasn't my fault that I lost, it wasn't even Kolic's fault that I lost. There was something else on my brain that was eating me like an infection, like a computer virus you can't get rid off and it stuck on me. That virus goes by the name of Mafioso.

(Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm blares throughout the arena as Mafioso steps out onto the stage ramp. The Bruisertron lights up showing the words ABOVE THE LAW scroll across the screen in old english letters. Mafioso walks down the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He stops about three-quarters of the way down and his music fades.)

Mafioso: Hold on a minute, essa. You're blaming me for your loss at Tokyo Terror!?! You're blaming me because you cannot take the fact that you suck, amigo! You suck in the ring, plain and simple, don't go blaming me.

Tai Hashi: When I was on my way to the ring, I saw you backstage in the Tokyo Dome. There were no cameras around but you walked up to me, you spat in my face and told me that I'm next in line for one of your moronic beatdowns by your playmates, Urban Legends.

Mafioso: A pre-match talk. That's all it was, the spitting in your face was a warning. I was laughing my @$$ off when you lost, the look in your face was so funny. (Mafioso smiles and laughs a little.) And when you left the Tokyo Dome did you see me?

Tai Hashi: Yeah, I saw you. You were laughing and clapping! You son of a...

(Without another word Tai Hashi slides out of the ring. Mafioso runs up the ramp, Tai almost catches him but the rest of the Urban Legends walk out on stage. They all line up around Mafioso. Tai stops, he looks at them especially Dreadnaught. Tai grins and walks away, he leaves through the crowd as we FADE.)

 (The scene opens backstage at the Marine Midland Arena in Buffalo, New York.  We are just outside the locker room of The Brotherhood. Nobody seems to be around, suddenly...*KERRASH*...A skateboard is seen smashing into the door causing a dent, the skateboard is being held by Tai Hashi, he hits it again and again and again until finally it makes a large hole into the door. Tai runs before the Brotherhood can catch him. Tai turns a corner and comes to a stop by a vending machine. Holding the skateboard in his hand.)

Tai Hashi: Alot of people think I'm stupid, they think I'm out of my mind taunting the Brotherhood, after all, they have Master Z, Scotty Scott, Hardcore Harry and Ignition. A good roster, and then there's me, a one hundred and ninety pound, five foot nine battling you guys. But, Mr. Persistence won't give up, a person who disses the World Champion disses the rest of the BMWF. Master Z, see you in the ring.

 (Tai drops the skateboard, gets onto it and skateboards down the corridors, turning the corridors and out of sight.)

>>>

(Backstage by the mens room, the sounds of a toilet flushing and then somebody washing their hands can be heard. Finally the door opens, and then the shadowy hooded figure of Headhunter exits the room.)

**CHACK**

(Headhunter and the floor become fast friends. A steel chair shot from around the corner bounces off of Headhunter's face. William Black shoots around the corner and crushes Headhunter with two more hits from the chair.)

**CRACK** **CRACK**

(Black tosses the chair to the side and drags Headhunter up by the back of his neck and then punches him twice more before slamming him face first into the wall.)

BLACK: Listen up you piece of Prime Time BLEEP! You're worthless! You suck! And most importantly you cost me a match last week against Tamer.

(William Black grinds Headhunter's face into the side of the wall and then throws him through a stack of crates.)

BLACK: Just because of that... I'm going to beat you to a pulp!

(Black pounds away with some more brutal punches, busting Headhunter open under the right eye. He drags Headhunter to his feet and then slings him down the hall through a set of double doors towards the parking lot.)

BLACK: You see... if you say you're gonna do something, you need to do it! And I've been saying all this time, ever since Season's Beatings that I'm going to kick your sorry @$$ up around your ears. Now it's time I do it!

******MEANWHILE*******

(Back just outside of Prime Time's locker room, Mafioso scouts the progress of William Black beating the life out of Headhunter while Scrappy Joe and Chuck wait by the door. Scrappy Joe is wearing a hooded sweatshirt very similar to Headhunter's. Both are arguing over the present in harshed whispers.)

SCRAPPY JOE: Gimme it! Gimme it Chuck or I'll kick your BLEEP!

CHUCK: No... Not yet!

SCRAPPY JOE: Yes! I'm warn'n ya Chuck!

CHUCK: I would but you have to pretend to be Headhunter!

SCRAPPY JOE: No! You be Headhunter and let me have that present!

(Mafioso breaks them up, crouching by the door.)

MAFIOSO: Shhhh... Esse, you want to let Prime Time know we're here? Now get ready...

(In the next series of events, Scrappy Joe disguised as Headhunter knocks on the Prime Time door. A few seconds later, muffled sounds can be heard. Kolic opens the door, about to say something to Headhunter, only to realize it's Scrappy Joe Tunny, and that this is indeed, an ambush.)

SCRAPPY JOE: SUPRISE BLEEP!

(Scrappy Joe punches Kolic in the face with a hard jab from a fist wrapped in a chain, then kicks open the door. Mafioso is next in, and immediately smashes a baseball bat on the downed Kolic, repeatedly beating away. Tamer and Scrappy Joe trade punches, but Joe Tunny gets the upper hand after poking Tamer in the eyes. Scrappy Joe smashes Tamer face first into the wall several times, before delivering a Belly to Belly suplex so hard that Tamer practically breaks through a Dasani vending machine, before slumping to the ground. In a fit of rage, Scrappy Joe pushes over the vending machine, squashing Tamer.)

SCRAPPY JOE: Chuck! Gimme the present now!

(Chuck Tunny is already a step ahead of that though, and is unwrapping the box. It's a cattle prod... or what was once a cattle prod but is now a supercharged melee weapon of doom. Scrappy Joe jerks the weapon away from Chuck and starts zapping Tamer with it, or at least, he tries too.)

SCRAPPY JOE: Chuck! It ain't work'n! Tell me why it ain't work'n!

(Mafioso drags Kolic to his feet and throws him into a Coke machine. He picks up the Light
Heavyweight title and then smashes Kolic in the face before stomping on him a few more times.)

MAFIOSO: Maybe you should read the directions or something, man.

(Chuck stops what he's doing, blinks, and looks around for the instruction booklet. He flips
through some pages, reading out loud.)

CHUCK: Thank you for choosing the XJ2357 Fallout 2 Super Cattleprod, the ultimate in melee self-defense. bla. bla. bla...

(Scrappy Joe stomps away on Tamer a few more times until he stops trying to get out from under the vending machine.)

SCRAPPY JOE: Hurry the BLEEP up Chuck!

(Chuck Tunny comes over and twists a knob on the cattle prod, then flips a switch.)

CHUCK: I'm try'in Joey! Look, it says right here that ya gotta turn it on. Then ya gotta give it
some juice by turn'n up the power.

(Joe Tunny looks down at the knob, and twists it all the way up to maximum)

CHUCK: Then it says you pull the trigger Joe.

(Chuck, Mafioso and Scrappy Joe kind of look at the cattle prod in awe after Joe Tunny gives it a test zap. Bolts of bright, hot, white light fly off the metallic end of the weapon, sending sparks flying.)

CHUCK: Hey wait... what the...? Oh, a note from Willie. It says for best results use on a wet surface! Hey, Thank's Willie!

(Chuck looks around, then picks up one of the Dasani water bottles and dumps it all over Tamer. Joe Tunny proceeds to poke Tamer several times with the cattle prod, each zapping getting more and more intense.)

**ZAP**

**ZAAAAAAP** **ZAAAAAAAAAP**

(Tamer slowly stops writhing and squirming, eventually just laying on the ground charred in some places and smoking in others. Scrappy Joe looks around and zaps Tamer one more time for good measure before all three members of the Urban Legends leave, the damage done.)

*******BACK IN THE PARKING LOT*******

(William Black slams Headhunter face first through the back window of some expensive Mercedes. Headhunter, not a bruised and bloody mess from the chin up, gets thrown from the back of the car to the passenger's side, only to get rammed face first into the side of the car.)

BLACK: Headhunter... after the first beating the Urban Legends gave you in London, I thought for sure you would have been smart enough to stay out of our business. But you know what? You weren't!

**CRASH, Tinkle, Tinkle**

BLACK: AND

**THUNK**

BLACK: THAT

**THUNK**

BLACK: REALLY

**THUNK**

BLACK: REALLY

**THUNK**

BLACK: BLEEP's ME OFF!!

(First come the sounds of Headhunter getting broken face first through the front passenger window of the Mercedes before Black pulls him out. Then, just to add further insult to injury, William Black opens the passenger door and then repeatedly slams it on Headhunter's head.)

BLACK: Now don't go anywhere BLEEP!

(Black walks off for a few seconds, leaving Headhunter slumped against the side of the car, blood oozing and dripping from no less then a half dozzen facial lacerations and quite possibly, a broken nose. The camera turns to locate William Black, who is by the back end of a tow truck, slowly unwinding the tow cable. After about fifteen seconds or so, Black pulls on the cable and throws it over a steel beam, and then heading over to Headhunter, who is trying in vain to crawl away.)

BLACK: I said don't go anywhere BLEEP!

(Black stomps on Headhunter, and then wraps the cable tightly around his feet, before returning to the wench, winding it up until Headhunter is suspended, upside down, at eye level. William Black walks over to Headhunter, brandishing a wooden baseball bat. He pokes Headhunter with it a couple times, not really getting too much of a response.)

BLACK: Headhunter, you're bleeding all over the parking lot. But that's not what this is about. You see...

(Black gets in Headhunter's face.)

BLACK: You see, Next week, it's Prime Time vs. the Urban Legends in a street fight. But you've been running and hiding, dogging my steps ever since Season's Beatings. You talked all this trash about how you single handedly took out the Urban Legends, and you even went and found yourself some bodyguards in the form of Prime Time. But you know what BLEEP?!? There's a Pay Per View show coming up at the end of the month. At this show, it's going to be Headhunter vs. William Black in a.... BODYBAG match! And you know what jackass? You're not going to get the chance to back out of this one. Because until you accept this match, I'm going to beat you to a pulp, week after week, and just to make sure that gets through your fat head...

(William Black winds up, then tees off on Headhunter's head, swinging for the fences, immediately sending blood and broken baseball bat in a multitude of directions. Headhunter hangs, motionlessly in place.)

BLACK: BLEEP. You WILL Feel the BOOM!

(Black tosses the broken half of the bat on the ground and turns, walking way, as roadies and other BMWF medical crew rush in to get Headhunter down.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

KING: I think Mafioso might win this one due to no-show! This is Harry's third in a row!

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

Mafioso

(The lights dim low. Suddenly Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm starts to boom over
the PA system and the Bruisertron lights up to show the words ABOVE THE LAW
scroll across the screen in old english letters. Mafioso walks out onto the
ramp wearing white lugz and some black sweatpants with white stripes down
the side. Mafioso walks down the ramp and slides into the ring and signals
for a worker to throw him a mic)

Mafioso: Hardcore Harry! I don't give a damn about the BrotherHood or your
stupid woodshed! I'll burn the woodshed down with you in it! Enough of this
talking let's get to it!


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Mafioso hoists Hardcore Harry high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Hard
core Harry crashing hard to the mat.
Mafioso hits Hardcore Harry with a missile dropkick.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Hardcore Harry with a shoulderblock.
Mafioso goes for a backdrop, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a sunset flip.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry goes for a German suplex, but Mafioso counters it with
a backward kick.
Mafioso chops Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Hardcore Harry kicks Mafioso.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Mafioso punches Hardcore Harry.
Mafioso whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Mafioso nails Hardcore Harry with a spinebuster.
Mafioso whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with a clothesline.
Mafioso smacks Hardcore Harry with a devastating clothesline to the back of the
head .
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry hits Mafioso with a kick.
Hardcore Harry hits Mafioso with a sidewalk slam.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry goes for a sidewalk slam, but Mafioso counters it with a DDT.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
In turn, Hardcore Harry counters it with a low blow.
Hardcore Harry hits Mafioso with a piledriver.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Mafioso counters it with
a DDT.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso nails Hardcore Harry with a T-Bone Suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso takes Hardcore Harry down with a missile dropkick.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mafioso goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso executes a pumphandle slam on Hardcore Harry.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso hits Hardcore Harry with floatover DDT.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Hardcore Harry.
Mafioso is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Mafioso.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Aquatic is sitting in a dark room alone. We hear clanging and ominous noises in the background, and we realize we are in the boiler room.)

Aquatic: In the darkness is the light…..or rather, with The Darkness is the gold. I wanted to thank Axe and Witherspoon for doing an excellent job last week. They were more than worth their price, and I am keeping their number on speed-dial, just in case they ever need a manager. That's right, I'm considering managing others besides The Judge. Look at what I've done for Jared….he went from obscurity after the bWo breakup to a big pay-per-view victory and two consecutive main events. I, along with Flame and Dozer, will be in his and Lowe's corner tonight, by the way.

(Aquatic opens the door to the furnace, and looks at the smoke and small flames inside.)

Aquatic: Is there nothing more beautiful than flames and machinery? 21st Century Gothic. A perfect place to introduce new blood….such as our new friend Dizi. Moody….you may hold a few victories over me, but I hold some over you myself. And I also have one thing you do not: charm. I do not defeat you only physically, but mentally. Why play fair, if you don't have to? You're all alone Moody….I have a number of people at my beck and call. Dizi is a perfect new impact player….your former charge The Judge is firmly in my corner and I in his….the Darkening is always willing to cash a check…..and don't forget that Lowedown still owes me a favor.

(Aquatic takes out a homemade Judge Moody action figure with a fake toy belt strapped around it. She emphatically throws it into the fire.)

Aquatic: Your time is gone, Moody. The flame has returned ……forget managing, I WILL be the champion!!!

(The camera focuses on the burning doll as Aquatic leaves.)

FADE

>>> 

(Reno Fontayne is shown sitting on top of a dumpster outside the arena near the talent entrance. Reno is wearing a black leather trenchcoat open just enough to show his morally bankrupt tee-shirt. Reno is slowly puffing on a cigar as he is aproached by the Couch.)

Couch: Reno, tonite you and Dreadnaught are facing Team Beautifull, are you ready.

(Reno blows a smoke ring toward Couch.)

Couch: COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!!!....Reno, Come on, You and Dread are tagging against Team Beautifull. What is your prediction?

(Reno blows another smoke ring toward The Couch.)

Couch: COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!!!!!,,,,,UGGG That's it this interview is over...

(The Couch storms out of the shot as the camera focuses in Reno's face.)

Reno: Beautifull, Just Beautifull.........

>>>

 (Kolic walks back to his locker room. Just as he enters, a foot nearly
catches him in the head.)

Kolic: Good, you’re improving.

Kate: Always.

(Kolic and Kate share a quick hug)

Kolic: You almost ready to dominate the women’s division?

Kate: What do you mean almost? Just as soon as I fill out the application,
I’ll wear the gold in no time!

Kolic: That’s what I like to hear! If there’s one thing Prime Time could
use, it’s yet another title holder. Not that we don’t have plenty of gold
already; we have a title for each wrestling member, very few stables can say
that.

Kate: Very true. Who are you fighting tonight?

Kolic: William Black, the founding member of those upstart Urban Legends.
I’d degrade them, but that would give them attention I don’t think they
deserve. Well, I’ll let you get back to your training, I can’t wait to see
you in the ring.

Kate: I can’t wait to fight. Good luck tonight!

Kolic: Thanks, good luck getting in!

Kate: You’re welcome, though I’m sure I won’t need it.

Kolic: Same here.

Fade

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

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...
William Black

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Both combatants pace around the ring, waiting for the other to make the opening move. Black slides in low--no, he's back on his feet. Black with a side headlock on Kolic. Kolic forces him into the ropes.

(William Black gets slung into the ropes. Kolic moves forward and ducks down to deliver a
backdrop, but Black holds onto the top rope. He charges forwards and connects with a boot to the face, almost knocking Kolic over. William Black rushes forward then slides down to a knee, planting a straight left hand right in the bread basket. Kolic immediately doubles over, right into a DDT.)

Black off the ropes--No, he holds on! Kolic telegraphs for a backdrop! Wow! What a boot to the face! Hard shot to the mid-section from William Black. Implant DDT just drops Kolic head first onto the mat! A quick hook of the leg gets a two count.
King: Kolic should have just stayed down. This match is boring. I want to see good people
wrestle.
JR: William Black and Kolic, love them or hate them King, they are still BMWF superstars.
King: Well I hate them. They're boring me to death.

William Black hits a DDT on Kolic.
William Black whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
William Black hits Kolic with an elbow.
William Black nails Kolic with an armdrag takedown.
William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic hits a spin kick on William Black.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
William Black nails Kolic with a drop toehold.
William Black hits Kolic with a fist to the midsection.
William Black hits Kolic with 10 punch in corner.
William Black takes Kolic down with a flying forearm.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Kolic counters it with
an elbow to the head.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.

(William Black has Kolic trapped in the corner. He delivers a hard backchop, a boot to the gut, and follows it up with a 10 punch. Kolic is about to fall over until Black pulls him into an
Irish Whip, and then a Drop Toehold, splattering him face first onto the mat.)

JR: We've seen this before. William Black is systematically dismantling Kolic. Black with a Drop Toehold. It looks like we're about to see a trio of--hang on a minute. Black's holding his eyes. He's telling the referee that Kolic poked him in the eyes. I didn't see Kolic poke
anybody in the eyes.
King: I did. Kolic's always trying to cheat.
JR: I believe you have him confused with Mr. Black, King.
King: No, William Black always DOES Cheat. That's why I like him!

(While Black has the referee distracted, Scrappy Joe Tunny and Levon Jones each grab one of Kolic's legs and jerk him towards the ringpost, slamming him groin first into the hard steel. A wave of "Oooooohhhhs" shoot through the audience.)

King: See! I knew he was going to cheat!

JR:  William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic takes William Black down with spinning headscissors.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.
Kolic kicks William Black.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Kolic kicks William Black.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.
Kolic takes William Black down with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic goes for irish whip, but William Black blocks it.
William Black hits Kolic with a DDT.
The crowd is going crazy.

JR: Black with a scoop slam on Kolic. Kolic winces in pain. William Black drags Kolic to his feet from the mat. Black with another--No, Kolic falls out of the back of that Bodyslam. Kolic with a waistlock. Kolic drives Black into the ropes! Victory Ro--No, William Black again hangs onto the ropes! Kolic on his feet. Kolic with a Super Kick! William Black ducks! Back Suplex from William Black drops Kolic right onto the mat! Wow. What authority. I'm sure Kurt Dangle is pleased.
King: Don't you mean Commissioner Dangle?
JR: That too.
King: I don't think he's pleased. William Black just copied him!

(Levon Jones, who is outside of the ring, picks up a chair. But the referee sees him, and slides outside of the ring too, trying to take the chair from him. While the referee is yet again distracted...)

JR: Not again! Not more Blatant Cheating! Good God! How much cheating can we see in one night?!?
King: Yes! Cheat some more! It's only bad if you get caught!

(Mafioso slides inside the ring, brandishing the Light Heavyweight championship belt. He's
sizing Kolic Up. As soon as Kolic drags himself to his feet, Mafioso comes running out of the corner trying to blast Kolic right across the face with his own belt, but Kolic ducks, and and clotheslines Mafioso over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Mafioso drops the Light Heavyweight belt in the middle of the ring.)

JR: What's going on here?! Can't this referee keep any order in the ring?
King: No! They stupid referees never can. What do you think I've been saying the whole time?!

(William Black picks up the Light Heavyweight belt, ready to blast Kolic from behind with it, but just in the nick of time, just as Kolic turns around, William Black puts his hands up
defensively, backing away.)

JR: Ha! Mr. Black got caught in the act! Serves him right!

(Black looks around... trying to figure out what to do next, as Kolic closes in and the crowd
gets louder. But the referee has just won the battle with Levon Jones, and discards the chair off to the side. Right before the referee slides back inside the ring, William Black tosses the belt to Kolic, and falls flat on his back in the middle of the ring!)

JR: What the! No!
King: Ha! Ha! Look at this! What a smart move by William Black!

(The referee sees Kolic with the belt, and sees William Black (faking) layed out cold in the
middle of the ring. The Referee shakes his head and calls for the bell!)

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner by DQ is William Black.

JR: A disqualification? The Referee is disqualifying Kolic! He didn't even do anything wrong!
King: He has the Light Heavyweight belt, and William Black was hit in the face with that belt, so the referee disqualified him. That's a good call.
JR: Would you please stop, King. You know damn well Kolic never hit him with that belt. That's a cheap victory. Mr. Black better enjoy it while it lasts.

(William Black slides outside of the ring, being greeted by the rest of his stablemates. The
Urban Legends slowly make their way back to the locker room to celebrate the victory.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The "Hollywood Hotel" pulls in. Micheal Bole runs out to the bus. Ezekiel gets off first pushing in a wheel chair what appears to be Tobey. The face is bandaged up and there is a cast on his arm. Shawn Rollins is behind.)

Micheal: Shawn, is Tobey wrestling tonight? He looks like a mummy.

Shawn: DO NOT DISRESPECT THE MAN. He just fell off of the Madison Square Garden last week. Of course he looks like crap. But Tobey is a fighter. TONIGHT... HE WILL WRESTLE.

Micheal: Tobey? Is that you under the wrappings?

(Tobey muffles something but no one knows what he is saying.)

Shawn: Of course it's Tobey. Who else would it be?

Micheal: Have you signed a waiver stating that the BMWF would not be responsible to any further injuries Tobey might suffer?

Shawn: Indeed we have. Now excuse us Bole, we have a match to prepare for.
>>>

(Reno Fontayne is shown standing backstage smoking a cigar and reading a copy of the King James Bible. Dreadnaught is shown standing nearby.)

Dread: Fool, have you gone and got religion on me!?

(Reno puffs the cigar before speaking.)

Reno: When I was locked up, there was an inmate, a former priest. He had done terrible things that had sent him to prison. Because of my celebrity, he and I were cell mates. He taught me about the Bible. I specifically liked the parts about revenge and the wrath of the lord. When the other inmates killed him in the shower for what he had done. I was given his bible, it comforts me when I have to walk the violent path.

(Dread looks perplexed at his long time friend.)

Dread: Say what?

(Reno puts the Bible away in his travel bag.)

Reno: Brother, now we go to battle. The Lord will be with us as we deliver intense pain and suffering to this, team beautiful...Who calls themselves Tarzan boy anyway?....stupid...

(Dread stands silently for a moment.)

Dread: Man, I liked you better when your idea of fun was shopping at Armani and drinking Krystal.

Reno: Oh ye of little faith. The path of violence is the where the lord wants me to go. I shall deliver all of the sinners to the gates of hell to atone for my sins.

Dread: You are really freaking me out. Now lets bounce and do this.

Reno: Amen...Amen..


(Dreadnaught and Reno walk out of the Urban Legends locker room.)

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

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

("We Will Rock you" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful wlak out. They look out in the crowd and look disguisted. They slide under the ropes. They look around the ring for a microphone.)

Rey: I can't believe this.... First we get robbed of OUR titles botto locos.

Tazan: Then we become victims of a fast count Friday night.

Rey: What is this?

Tazan: I don't know botto. But Comissioner Dangle has forced us to face Reno and Dreadnaught tonight.

Rey: Essa, what is going on here?

Tazan: I think Dangle has gotten upset with us.

Rey: Because we are great? That is no reason.

Tazan: Commisioner Dangle has his own ideas as to what should be done.

Rey: But this does not matter. The Urban Legends come here thinking that they will gain a victory over the Brotherhood.

Tazan: But they might not like what is coming to them at all.

Rey: (smiles) Exactly botto loco.

LILLY: Their opponents...
From South Central L.A.... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Dreadnaught
His partner...
From New Orleans, LA... weighing in at 240 pounds...
"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

PA: CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION TO MY GANGSTA NATION!

(The Bruisertron lights up with a spinning globe. It stops over the United States and closes in on California. It stops and the entire state glows red. Suddenly the red spreads throughout the entire US.)

JR: The Thug is here!

(“Gangsta Nation” by the Westside Connection blasts through the arena. Pyro explodes from the stage and Dreadnaught steps out. He holds his hands high in the air and tosses the fedora out to the fans. Dreadnaught stands on the stage and points up to the Bruisertron.)

King: What is this?

(The globe returns to the screen and it splits in half. Inside is completely red and a road is shown. Flames fly from each side of the road and a sign is seen. It reads, “Hell: Population 1”. The road continues and Reno’s face is shown. “Highway to Hell” begins to blast through the arena and Reno appears on the stage. His eyes reflect a deep intensity, and he holds the Bible in his left hand.)

JR: This is a battle of former Tag Team champions!

(Reno and Dread chat for a second and then sprint down to the ring.)

JR: This is getting underway quick!

(Dreadnaught and Reno slide under the bottom rope and immediately exchange punches with Team Beautiful.)



*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Dreadnaught punches Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro chops Dreadnaught.
Rey Bucanerro hits Dreadnaught.
Rey Bucanerro is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Dreadnaught punches Rey Bucanerro.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

Reay makes the tag.

JR: Dread hits a knee lift on Tarzan Boy!

Dreadnaught hooks his head and hits a suplex.

Dreadnaught stands up and kicks at the back of Tarzan Boy.

Dreadnaught pulls him to his feet and hits a Russian Leg Sweep.

Dreadnaught grabs the leg of Tarzan and kicks at the knee.

King: Dread is working his knee!

JR: Smart move considering Reno’s use of the figure four!

Dreadnaught drags Tarzan to the ropes and drapes his leg over the bottom rope.

Dreadnaught drops all of his weight on the leg!

Dreadnaught drags Tarzan over and tags in Reno.


Tazan Boy hits Reno Fontayne with a slap.
Tazan Boy executes a spinning backbreaker on Reno Fontayne.
There are lots of chants for Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy dances for the crowd.
The crowd is really behind Tazan Boy.
Reno Fontayne begs off.

Tazan makes the tag.

JR: Rey whips Reno into the ropes. Reno comes off as Rey dropkicks him in the kneecap.

King: That always hurts.

JR: Rey picks Reno up and throws him into his corner.

King: Rey has some ruthless agression in him.

JR: Rey tags Tazan Boy. Rey whips Reno into the ropes again.

King: You never know what these Mexicans will do next.

JR: Tazan Boy has started running in the same direction.... BULLDOG FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!!!!

Tazan Boy whips Reno Fontayne into the ropes.
Tazan Boy hits Reno Fontayne with a jumping side kick.
Tazan Boy uses a faceslam on Reno Fontayne.

Tazan tags!

JR: Ray and Reno are slugging it out in the ring!

Reno hits a headlock and drags Ray over to his corner,

Reno tags in Dread, who hits a dropkick on Ray!

King: Tarzan in rushing in!

JR: The ref holds him back!

Reno and Dreadnaught are working over Ray!

Dreadnaught is choking his against the turnbuckle!

Tarzan breaks it up!


King: All four men are in the ring!


JR: Dreadnaught tosses Tarzan over the top rope.

Ray grabs Dread and whips him against the ropes!

Dreadnaught reverses!

King: Reno has his Bible!

JR: Dreadnaught shoots Ray into the ropes!

Reno from behind with the Bible!

**THUMP**

King: That’s what I call Bible thumping!

JR: Ray stumbles out!

Dreadnaught with a school boy!

1…2…Tarzan breaks it up!

They tag!

Reno Fontayne hits a forearm smash on Tazan Boy.
Reno Fontayne hits Tazan Boy.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Reno Fontayne chops Tazan Boy.
Reno Fontayne goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy goes for an armbar submission, but Reno Fontayne blocks it.
Reno Fontayne takes Tazan Boy down with a bulldog.

(Reno locks Tarzan Boy up in a twisting armbar working on the shoulder of the younger wrestler.)

JR: Classic tag team wrestling strategy. Reno and Dread are taking a page out of the Andersons book here. Pick a body part and just wear it down.

(Reno pulls Tarzan Boy toward the corner as he does he tags in Dread who climbs the turnbuckle.)

JR: Dread is up! Oh My! What a devestating Knee drop to the shoulder of Tarzan Boy.

(Tarzan Boy is screaming in pain as he writhes around the mat. Dread gets a sinister smirk on his face as he begins to stomp on the injured shoulder of Tarzan Boy.)

King: He's like a shark! He smells blood and Dread is going in for the kill.

(Dread pulls Tarzan boy back to his feet before deliveing 3 stiff shoulder blocks to the injured arm and shoulder of Tarzan Boy. Dread tags Reno back in as Reno enters the ring Dread twists Tarzan Boys arm into a standing arm wrench exposing the shoulder to a vicious elbow drop to the shoulder by Reno.)

JR: These two are trying to dismember this kid!
King: What did you expect, Dread and Reno to do? invite these guys out for tea and coffee!

Dreadnaught enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Reno Fontayne and Dreadnaught whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double kick to the midsection.
Reno Fontayne and Dreadnaught whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double clothesline.
Reno Fontayne and Dreadnaught whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double clothesline.
Dreadnaught leaves the ring.
Reno Fontayne goes for an eye gouge, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.
Tazan Boy goes for a faceslam, but Reno Fontayne blocks it.
Tazan Boy rolls out of the ring.
Reno Fontayne runs into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne misses with a clothesline.
Reno Fontayne hits Rey Bucanerro with a clothesline.
Reno Fontayne executes a chop on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.

Reno Fontayne goes for an inverted DDT, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.

Rey tags!

JR: Tazan Boy has Reno trapped in a bow and arrow move.

King: That is so painful.

JR: Rey Bucanerro is on the top rope!!!!

King: Never trust a Mexican!!!!

JR: A BACKWARDS PLANCHA ONTO THE PRONE RENO!!!!!

King: He could have broken his breast bone!!!! I love it!!!!

JR: Dreadnaught is coming into the ring!!!!

King: Look out Tazan Boy and Rey!!!!

JR: DOUBLE DROPKICK SENDING DREADNAUGHT OUT OF THE RING!!!!!

King: A hand has Dread by the ankle!!!!

JR: Someone is under the ring and is keeping Dread from entering the ring!!!!

King: Look JR!!!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF ON RENO!!!!!

Dread gets loose and makes the save!

JR: The ref has completely lost control!

Reno is on the mat!

Tarzan hooks Dreadnaught and sits him on the top rope!

Tarzan gets on his knees and kneels over.

Ray leaps off the back of Tarzan Boy and wraps his legs around Dread’s head.

Ray leans back, but Dreadnaught grabs him!

King: Dread reversed!

JR: Tarzan Boy is walking over!

RENO CUTTER from behind!

Dreadnaught hooks Ray!

DREADBOMB off the top rope!

King: They are covering both of Team Beautiful!


Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The boos are resurfacing again.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Dreadnaught and Reno Fontayne!

JR: The Urban Legends have won!

JR: It was Pain!!! Pain was under the ring!!!!!

King: This is great!!!! Brotherhood Rules!!!!!

JR: Dread is being drug up the ramp!!!!

King: Pain is the real enforcer of the Brotherhood!!!!

JR: Pain just threw Dreadnaught into the the BMWF sign on the ramp!!!!

King: Pain is destroying Dread!!!!

JR: Secruity is coming out....

King: Pain just stared them down!!!!

JR: Team Beautiful is encouraging Pain on!!!!

King: They are a true Brotherhood!!!!

JR: Pain is dragging Dread to the center of the staging behind us!!!!

King: I never thought I would say this... But Dread deserves this!!!!!

JR: Here comes reinforcements!

Dreadnaught stands as Pain goes for a big boot!

Dreadnaught catches his leg and hits a low blow!

Dreadnaught hits a DDT!

King: This is a massive battle!

JR: Reno clotheslines Team Beautiful over the tope rope!

Scrappy Joe grabs Hardcore Harry and punches him right out of the ring!

The Urban Legends have cleared the ring!

(The entire Urban Legends stand in the ring and stare down the Brotherhood as they walk up the ramp.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. A heartbeat sounds across
the PA, and as each beat sounds, a flash of light appears on the
Bruisertron. Suddenly a cross haired target appears in the centre of the
ring. The target moves slowly from the ring, up the ramp and onto the stage,
where it stops. The heartbeat over the PA stops for a moment and there is
silence. A pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig, into the centre of the
target on the stage. Pyro fire erupts along the front of the stage.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. The Headhunter appears in the
entranceway, the hood on his top covering his head. He stands and looks over
the crowd for a moment, before passing through the pyro fire and walking to
the ring.)

LILLY GARCIA: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…..THE HEADHUNTER!!!

(The Headhunter slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands and
looks around the crowd. He gives the traditional cut throat signal and the
fire on the stage dies and the music fades out. After a few seconds the
light comes up as The Headhunter removes his hood. The crowd boos loudly as
he moves over and takes a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

HEADHUNTER: So the world is still getting over the shock of last week’s
events! Ha, this is brilliant!

(The boos grow louder.)

HEADHUNTER: Yes, The Headhunter is now a member of the glorious group known
as Prime Time! And the obvious question that I have been asked so many times
is: why? Well, my answer to that is simple: why not? I am a few weeks into a
new era for The Headhunter. I am destroying people left, right and centre! I
am gaining a name for myself. Last week I took on Lowedown, the BMWF World
Champion. Tonight I face Box, for the Hardcore Champion. So why wouldn’t
Prime Time want the likes of me.

(A “BLEEPhole” chant begins.)

JR: The arrogance of this man never ceases to amaze me.

HEADHUNTER: And look at Prime Time. There’s gold pouring out of that group.
They have quality and they are going places, even without the great Vernon
Vanderbilt. So it really isn’t much of a surprise when you think about it. I
really understand why they offered me a place in their group. You see, I’m a
dangerous man at the moment. No-one knows who I am going to strike against
next, and no-one is safe from the target. So, welcoming me into a group take
the danger away. So now, Tamer, Kolic and Clancy are safe from harm. It’s
simply really. They are protected from the all encompassing target! But, the
members of Prime Time are not the only ones to benefit from this. I now have
a pack of animals to unleash on my victims. The hitman business will boom
with my growing army!

JR: I’m not sure that the other members of Prime Time would see it that way.

HEADHUNTER: People have been asking me how I could join up with my great
enemy Tamer; the man who put me through a table at No Way In in February.
Well, sometimes you have to forgive and forget, especially when he has the
balls to offer his hand to you. He knows that I am good for Prime Time and I
know that I am good for Prime Time. There is nothing complicated about this
situation. Don’t get me wrong, I will never like the guy, but that goes to
the back for the moment. Me and Tamer are going have a good business
relationship, and he knows that if he steps out of line I will kick his
BLEEP!

(The Headhunter smiles.)

HEADHUNTER: So, tonight I face Box for the Hardcore Title. This sorry
situation came from the fact that he just couldn’t accept that he was just
in the wrong place at the right time. I ripped him apart, just for my Prime
Time buddy, and he has taken this the wrong way. But I don’t mind one bit,
because it gives me the chance to stub out an annoying piece of crap that
gets in everyone’s way. And also, I get to take the Hardcore Title away from
him. It’s all good. So Box, get ready, because you will be going face to
face with the fires of hell, and you will never be coming back!

(The Headhunter throws down the microphone as “Fight Music” by D12 blasts
across the PA. He looks out over the crowd who are booing him loudly.)

FADE

(The Bruisertron lights up as we see one half of the BMWF Tag Team Champions, The Darkening inside the locker room as the crowd roars with boos. It happens to be Axe who is wearing his wrestling gear and smoking a cigarette trying to get prepared for the match. As the camera slowly pans it comes across Michael Bole who is ready to conduct an interview.)

Bole: Hello BMWF fans I am in The Darkening locker room with Axe of half of the BMWF Tag Team Champions, The Darkening who are taking on Hollywood Inc. in a hardcore match for the titles on the line. Now Axe do you think Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel will show?

(Axe takes a long drag and places his cigarette in a nearby ashtray blowing the smoke from his mouth as he looks up at Bole.)

Axe: Well like I've being saying there doctor has advised them not to but knowing them they'll come and receive a beating of a lifetime. However if they don't it just means they don't got the balls and it proves they talk more then act and that isn't a pun because Tobey's acting sucks. But seeing as Tobey lucked out as I knew he would with the TV title he wants to suddenly jump into a rematch with the Tag champs...well since he decided to interrupt our match last week and he's a thorn that continues to dig in Spoon and my side we're going to give him a beat down that can't be stopped, disqualified or thrown out...as its a hardcore match.

Bole: What are your predictions of this match?

Axe: I don't want to sound cocky Bole but Tobey and Ezekiel are in a world of hurt...wait until you see some of the weapons we have in store for them...I think there going to lose just like they've lost the other times trying to take us on.

Bole: If you two win this match tonight do you think you can still hold onto your titles until the next Pay-Per-View?

Axe: Like I've said this titles aren't going anywhere this wasn't a fluke victory, we were determined and focused of winning and we pulled it off. We shouldn't be taken lightly by anyone around here or we'll just have to prove you wrong. Gold is what I have wanted but it hasn't given me all of what I thought it would. Such as respect from the fans and the guys in the back. You know I still feel like an outsider even with Witherspoon by my side. But we work so well together that I know we will still have these titles when the dust settles even AFTER the Pay-Per-View...I think Sledge and Box are looking at a easy victory but there not going way trust me.

Bole: One last question where is Witherspoon?

Axe: What's it to you? Am I not important?

Bole: No! It's just he's usually with you.

Axe: He's around but I ain't tellin' you where Bole cause' you'll go and bother him like you did with me.

(Bole laughs and Axe gives him a cold stare.)

Bole: Umm..well thanks a lot Axe... tonight's match should be a good one.

Axe: Just get out of here Bole.

(Bole quickly leaves the room as Bruisertron blinks out.)

JR: Folks don't go anywhere that match is coming up next!

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore tag team title match


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

(The Marine Midland Arena in Buffalo, New York is bathed in darkness as they hear the laughter of children followed by taunting and teasing when suddenly a huge pyro erupts at the front entrance and Godsmack's "I Stand Alone" blares from the speaker systems. The sold out capacity crowd roar with boos letting their feelings shown towards the two wrestlers about to appear from the back.)

(As the cloud of smoke clears The Darkening are seen standing on the stage. Witherspoon is wearing his new Darkening t-shirt with camo pants and boots and Axe is also wearing the same shirt but with torn denim shorts and black Doc Martins. Witherspoon has his Tag Team Championship belt across his waist and Axe has his over his shoulder as they look out at the crowd. Witherspoon has his army duffel bag slung over his right shoulder and Axe has his duffel bag in his left and his Kendo stick in his right.)

(The two methodically make their way down the ramp taking in the boos from the sold out crowd as the two both slide into the ring putting their duffel bags down and climb opposite turnbuckles soaking in the boos and holding their titles high before jumping down and receiving a mic from the announcer as Axe places his kendo stick under the turnbuckle and removes his leather jacket throwing it to the outside. He walks over to the center of the ring and awaits the infamous chants to begin as they sure enough do...)

ONE SIDE OF CROWD: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

OTHER SIDE: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

Axe: Very soon you are about to see the most gruesome, violent and destructive hardcore match the BMWF has ever seen!

JR: I don't know about that King...

King: Yeah that's gonna be quite a feat there's so many matches to try and one up!

(The crowd boos and Axe gives an evil grin.)

Axe: Oh you better believe it Buffalo! I know it's hard to try and process that thought into your small brains but it's going to happen! Tobey Miliken and Ezekiel deserve this beating...they messed with us for the final time! This is the nail in the coffin...a rematch to end all rematches...they think they can win...but the only thing they're going to win is another trip to the hospital! That's IF they arrive tonight as the doc doesn't think it's a good idea.

(Crowd continues to boo.)

Axe: I feel the same way I mean if they don't show it just makes them the pansies that they are! They talk and talk and talk but just can't back it up! But it will be one hell of an easy night for Spoon and I if they decide not to I mean we can just head to the back and watch the rest of the show.

(Crowd roars with cheers on this idea.)

Axe: I hate to burst your bubble but I highly DOUBT that will happen!

(Boos resurface again.)

Axe: Yeah trust me I want to get away from you hideous, greasy looking people myself but Tobey's ego, stubborness and idiotic behaviour along with a stupid mind will come into effect and he'll be struttin' down to this ring and expecting a win. Your dead wrong Tobey...Spoon is just dyin' to tear you apart and I feel bad for Ezekiel since he just hangs with the wrong people. But your under our crosshairs so we have to give you a beatin' too!

Axe: So if you two got the grapefruits step on out and take us on but before you do I just want to show you exactly what you will be getting involved with besides us!

JR: I wonder what he means King?

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

(Axe unzips his duffel bag and dumps some of the contents as the crowd gives a small pop.)

R: There's barbed wire, road signs, a bag of thumbtacks, a staple gun?!

King: Not to mention brass knuckles, metal chains, steel chair, a can of something and plates of glass?!

Axe: Those are just SOME of the items boys! Witherspoon you got anything to add?

(Axe hands the mic to Witherspoon as Axe rests his arms on the ropes grinning.)

Witherspoon: I've said all there is to say about Tobey. Instead I would like to address Ezekial. Zeke, you have some great potential. You could be a damn good wreslter in this fed. What exactly is Tobey doing for you? What have you gained by joining up with him. I'll tell you. Pain. Lots and lots of Pain. You haven't won the championship belts, and you are not going to. I'm serious man. Get out from under Tobey. You are so much better then he is.

(Witherspoon hands the mic to the announcer as the two discuss a plan and wait for the sound of the bell.)


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

("Say Goodbye to Hollywood" plays and down the ramps comes Ezekiel wheeling Tobey to the ring. Tobey's face is still bandaged and he gets out of the chair and slides into the ring. Tobey is still wearing a cast on his arm.)

JR: Unbelievable, the testicular fortitude that this man must have to wrestle in the shape he is in.

King: Are you kidding. He has a weapon on his arm.

JR: The cast I suppose is what you are talking about can be used. THIS IS A HARDCORE MATCH.

(Tobey takes off his robe to show he also has a cast on his left leg. Tobey walks slowly around the ring on the leg cast.)

JR: HOW IN THE WORLD IS HE GOING TO WRESTLE TONIGHT?

King: It's like a one legged man in a butt kicking contest. And Tobey's butt will be the one that get's kicked.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Axe uses a running driving kneelift on Ezekiel.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
Quite a few boos are audible.

Axe hits a backspin DDT on Ezekiel.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Axe takes Ezekiel down with an atomic drop.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Axe hits Ezekiel with a swinging neckbreaker.
Axe is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Axe uses a Russian legsweep on Ezekiel.
Axe uses a kick to the groin on Ezekiel.
Witherspoon enters the ring to make it two-on-one.

JR: Ezekiel sets up a chair in the middle of the ring. Axe whipped to the ropes; drop toehold into the chair. Ezekiel’s chair warped under the impact. Ezekiel with a trash can, he’s putting Axe inside. Ezekiel beating Axe through the trashcan with the chair.

JR: Ezekiel can legally use his chair in this match, he has shown before the damage he can do with, lets see if it can make a difference tonight.

King: What? It’ll take more than that fool’s chair to change the outcome. Those two losers don’t have a chance against Witherspoon and Axe.

JR: Last Bedlam we saw Tobey’s attack on Master Z backfire, which resulted in Tobey and Ezekiel falling from the roof of Madison Square Garden.

King: Yah! That was great!

JR: King, they were seriously injured!

King: They should’ve known better than to try and attack Master Z.

JR: Witherspoon throws Ezekiel throw the ropes to the outside.

King: Ezekiel in a lot of trouble now, Witherspoon’s going to tear him apart.

JR: Witherspoon to the outside

(Witherspoon looks and the numerous weapons scattering the floor and decides on the stop sign)

King: It’ll be fun to see how long it takes for old Zeke to bleed.


JR: Witherspoon is taking advantage of the Hardcore match rules.

(Witherspoon charges at Ezekiel who hits a drop toe hold, causing Witherspoon to crack his head off the stop sign)


JR: Witherspoon down, can Ezekiel use this opening?

King: That was a cheap move by Ezekiel.

(Ezekiel ignores the various weapons and pulls out a giant bag from under the ring, and starts to look through it)

JR: SINGAPORE CANE!

(Ezekiel measures Witherspoon as he stands, and brings the cane on his temple knocking back to he ground. Ezekiel pulls a table from under the ring and puts it on the ring apron and safety barrier)

JR: Ezekiel looks to be having some trouble with his left arm, still suffering from the injuries received last week on Bedlam at the hands of Master Z.

King: They got what they deserved!

JR: Ezekiel struggling to lift Witherspoon onto the table.

(Ezekiel manages to get Witherspoon on the table. He goes to the bag and pulls out his chair)

King: Has he still got that thing?

(Some of the crowd start to get to their feet, trying to get a better view of the action)

JR: Ezekiel looking to make his way to the top rope, chair in hand, what’s he looking to do?

DID YOU SEE THAT KING? Elbow drop from the tope to the outside, onto a steel chair, onto Witherspoon, and through a table.

(The majority of the crowd are on their feet cheering for Ezekiel after the last move)

King: I am watching too JR, Ezekiel clutching his arm, not a very clever move considering he was in a sling when he arrived.

JR: Ezekiel has the crowd solidly behind him tonight in the Marine Midland Arena, here in Buffalo New York.

King: Change the subject why don’t you!

JR: Axe stomping on the injured left arm of Ezekiel. Axe with a baseball bat, he’s going to shatter the arm of Ezekiel.

King: Ezekiel should’ve stayed away tonight.

(Axe attempts to hit a suplex on Ezekiel, but it is blocked. Ezekiel picks up a pan, and brings it down upon Axe’s head)

JR: Ezekiel in command here again. Ezekiel looking through the bag again. He’s got a set of handcuffs, the crowd on their feet, Ezekiel handcuff Axe’s hands behind his back.

King: Somebody get those things off him!

JR: Ezekiel looks under the ring and pulls out a table wrapped in barbed wire, Axe is going to be in trouble here.

(Ezekiel goes for the Bona Fide (gutwrench powerbomb) but his arm gives way, instead he puts Axe on the table and climbs to the ring apron)

JR: The capacity crowd making their voices heard here tonight. Ezekiel hits a legdrop on Axe, both men crash to the floor.

(Both men are out on the floor, the handcuffs broken on impact)



JR: Witherspoon with a ladder.



(Witherspoon swings the ladder at Ezekiel but Ezekiel ducks. The ladder connects with the ring ropes and rebounds into Witherspoon’s face, causing a small gash to appear)



JR: Ezekiel looking to open up the cut with a chair



(Ezekiel places numerous shots to Witherspoon’s head, and the blood begins to flow)



JR: Witherspoon bleeding some more. Axe from behind hits Ezekiel with a title belt. He’s saying something to Ezekiel.



King: Telling him he’s got no chance.


JR: Axe hits Ezekiel with the title again. BLUE POWDER, Ezekiel has thrown blue powder into the eyes of Axe. Axe staggering around the ring helplessly. Witherspoon to his feet, Ezekiel hits the Inquisition on Witherspoon. INQUISITION! Axe downed with the Inquisition. The crowd is going crazy
Tobey Miliken enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Witherspoon smacks Ezekiel with a devastating clothesline .
Axe takes Ezekiel down with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken gets back up and lays out Witherspoon.
Ezekiel and Tobey Miliken whip Axe into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Axe with a double kick to the midsection, but he counters
it with a double clothesline.
Axe goes for a vertical suplex, but Ezekiel slides down his back.
Ezekiel hits Axe with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ezekiel tags out to Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken goes for a neck snap, but Axe blocks it.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a kick.
Axe sends Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle.

JR: Tobey is getting killed in there.

King: I think Spoon is having fun with this.

JR: Ezekiel runs into the ring and saves Tobey for now. Ezekiel nails WItherspoon with a forearm shot to the head. Spoon is down.

King: Wait what is Tobey doing?

(Tobey is in the corner taking the cast off of his leg. He hands the cast to Ezekiel. Ezekiel then takes the cast and smashes it over Witherspoons head. The cast shatters but beneath the cast a metal cast is revealed.)

King: HE JUST NAILED WITHERSPOON WITH A HEAVY METAL CAST.

JR: No wonder Tobey was having a hard time walking in the ring.

(Tobey runs into the ring as Axe comes in to save Spoon. Tobey nails Axe with the cast on his arm. Axe goes tumbling over the top rope and onto the floor. In the ring Ezekiel goes for the inquisition on Witherspoon. Witherspoon is out cold.)

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, foot on the ropes.
Tobey Miliken uses a rabbit punch on Axe.
Tobey Miliken goes for a neck snap, but Axe blocks it.
Witherspoon and Axe whip Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
They hit Tobey Miliken with a double clothesline.

(Axe kicks Tobey Miliken in the gut and executes the trifecta of vertical suplexes.

He then slides out the ring and grabs a table setting it up on the outside.)

JR: Axe now sliding back into the ring and he's getting Tobey up to his feet this doesn't look good!

(Axe has him ready for a powerbomb he has him hoisted! )

*CRASH!*

JR: OH MY GAWD! Axe just powerbombed Tobey Miliken through that table!

Axe has something in his hand is that...NO! He has a staple gun!

Axe raises the staple gun high in the air as the crowd roars with cheers.


JR: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!

King: It's a hardcore match JR!

( Axe kneels down and begins to punch staples into the forehead of Miliken.)

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

JR: This is sick! Axe is stapling Tobey's forehead repeatedly!

This has gone too far damn it!

Somebody stop this!



Axe gives a few shots with the gun before putting it down and rolling Tobey back into the ring.

Ezekiel comes charging but Axe is quick to grab a roadsign and connects with it across Ezekiel's head.

*CRACK!*

JR: Down goes Ezekiel!

Axe is grabbing that barbed wire stop it damn it!

He's wrapping it around Tobey!



(Axe picks up Tobey and kicks him in the gut and then executes The Loner's Landing.)

JR: LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING!

Axe is now bleeding from the barbed wire but goes for the pin but Ezekiel breaks it up.

Axe tags in Witherspoon.



JR: Witherspoon in the ring now.

JR: Shawn Rollens has handed Tobey The directors Chair!

He’s using it to beat on Witherspoon’s body!

What is Tobey doing! He should make a tag!

Witherspoon has started to rise, and Tobey goes and throws the chair out of the ring.

(While Tobey’s back is turned, Witherspoon reaches into his pockets and pulls out a vial of something which he empties into his mouth.)

King: It looks like Witherspoon is going to mist Tobey with something!

JR: Tobey doesn’t see it! Witherspoon has something else in his hand too!

(Tobey gets into position to hit The Directors Choice, but as Spoon stands and turns, a small flame pops out from his palm.)

King: A lighter, what good will that do?

(As Tobey reaches out to grab Spoon and flip him over, Witherspoon blows the contents of his mouth through the flame, causing large blasts of fire to hit Tobey in the face. He tosses the lighter aside, and then Spears Tobey to the mat.)

JR: !...2… Kick out!

Witherspoon makes the tag!

King: Witherspoon can blow fire like a dragon! I bet all of Tobey’s facial hair is singed off!

Crowd: Holy *bleep*! Holy *bleep*!


(Axe sends Ezekiel to the ropes and as he returns delivers a powerslam to the mat.)


JR: Axe is putting that steel chair over the chest of Ezekiel and it looks like Axe is going up top this doesn't look good!



(Tobey tries to come in but Witherspoon stops him.

Axe takes flight and delivers an elbow drop onto the steel chair.)



JR: OH MY! I think Axe hurt himself more and this may cost him!

But it seems Axe is slowly getting up at the count of six.

Axe is now using the chair and driving it into the chest of Ezekiel!



(Axe sets the chair into the ropes and grabs Ezekiel by the legs and falls back sending Ezekiel head first into the steel chair.)



*CRACK!*



JR: That was just a sickening sound!

Look at Axe he's smiling! What a sick human being!

Now he's putting the chair on the mat and he's got Ezekiel to his feet!



(Axe whips Ezekiel to the ropes and as he returns executes a backspin DDT onto the steel chair.)



JR: MY GAWD! What a vicious backspin DDT!



King: Look at that chair it's almost dented in half!



JR: Axe makes the tag and Witherspoon comes in with his tire iron and brass knuckles.

He drives the Knucks into Ezekials throat.

Tobey tries to save him, but Witherspoon leaps to his feet and clotheslindes Tobey with the tire iron against his arm.

Zeke is up and he gets clotheslined too!

Tobey gets up, only to get German suplexed from the ring.

Zeke gets up and runs right into an Atmoic Drop.

Witherspoon drives his knux and tire iron into the torso of Ezekial



(Witherspoon places the tire iron under his knee so that the flattened end digs into Zeke’s back, and then locks in an arm bar, driving it deeper into his spine. Uses his brass knuckles to beat against Zeke’s arm pit. Zeke’s other arm is trapped beneath his body, so he flails around on the mat, trying to get free. Witherspoon lifts him to his feet and hits a haymaker into his throat with the knuckles, then throws him over to Tobey. Tobey looks down, and then up at Witherspoon who grins and beckons him into the ring.)



JR: Axe delivers a perfect belly to back suplex sending Ezekiel near the far corner.

Axe a few sheets of glass and lays it against Ezekiel's chest.

JR: Oh no....

Axe is now climbing the turnbuckle and he's going for a dropkick to that corner NO!

*CRASH!*

JR: OH MY GAWD!

Axe just dropkicked Ezekiel sending that glass into his face!

(Witherspoon enters the ring with brass knuckles and knocks Tobey out on his feet and they grab Ezekiel as Axe climbs the turnbuckle and Witherspoon lifts him for a powerbomb as he drops him Axe lands a leg drop! )

JR: FORSAKEN! FORSAKEN! FORSAKEN!

This is over!

(Axe goes for the pin., but Tobey kicks out at the two count, Axe gets really frustrated, but Witherspoon grins and has him hold him down. He kicks Ezekial to the outside of the ring, and then slides a table into the ring. He reaches into his bag and grabs out a spool of razor wire. Ezekial Slowly gets up to his knees, but Witherspoon grabs up his tire iron and smashes it across Zeke’s face.)

King: Ha Ha! Zeke is out cold!

JR: What are these two monsters planning?

(Witherspoon sets up the table and then wraps it in Razor Wire.)

JR: Oh my god!

King: This is gonna get messy!

(Axe laughs as he stands and goes to the top rope. Witherspoon lifts Tobey into a power bomb…)

JR: FORSAKEN! FORSAKEND RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE OF RAZOR WIRE!

Axe is down, rolling around holding his leg.

Witherspoon throws tobey on one half of the table, and then sets the second part on top of that.

(Shawn tries to interfeare, but Witherspoon throws him ontop of the razor wire and lands boots on Shawn’s chest, pressing him into the razor wire, and the wire into Tobey.)

JR: Witherspoon has pulled Shawn from the ring and he is keeping Zeke and Shawn down with boot chokes as Axe goes for the cover.

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Axe acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are The Darkening!

Ref counts 1… 2…3!

*Ding Ding*

Lilly The winners, and still World tag team champions… The Darkening!

(Axe and Witherspoon retrieve their Tag titles and raise them high above their heads as they climb opposite corners and look at the fallen bloody Ezekiel and Tobey Miliken. )

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Tamer is pacing back and forth in his locker room. Tamer is in his
wrestling gear but has the long black duster on and a bandanna on his head..
Tamer also has his sunglasses on.)

Tamer: I’ve come along way. I remember when I used to be a drifter. I roamed
the streets. I helped people in need. I never stayed long enough to make any
attachments to anyone. I was simply known as Tamer and by the time they knew
to call me that I was gone. I helped a lot of people. I find myself reaching
into my past. I’m looking back. Everything seemed so simple then. I went
from city to city, town to town. I helped people then moved on. No friends,
no family, and no enemies that could get their hands on me. Nothing could
stop me. I don’t even remember how I went from that to becoming a wrestler.
I have forgotten why I made the decision.

(Tamer takes off the bandanna.)

Tamer: I don’t know what did it or how it happened. But something made me
sop moving. Something made me submerge myself into the wresting world. No it
is my world. It where I have made friends, family, and enemies. I no longer
had to be the mysterious drifter. For the first time in years, I made
connections. I let everyone get to know me. I was wary of it when I started
doing it. But when you have a friend, a close friend. A brother even when
you’ve made no connection or anything of the sort with anyone for years. You
let it all go. Like I’ve said before I slipped into a grove. I revealed
myself more and more. Piece by piece putting myself out there for people to
see. I was no longer a mystery.

(Tamer removes the sunglasses.)

Tamer: Not only did I do that. But I wanted the attention of people. I began
to love that reaction. The connection. But now I’ve received a shock to my
system. When everything seemed so right it all went wrong. I wondered what I
would do in this time. I broke down. I went rummaging through old boxes
pulling out remnants from the past. I found this old duster that helped me
be cloaked in the dark of the night. I had so many things to keep myself
secret. But I don’t need that. People may have left. Things may look rough.
But the future is still bright. Ups and downs will happen. I can’t just give
up and hang everything up. I must fight to keep going. I am a champion for a
reason. I am Tamer. I am who I am. You all know me. I have no reason to hide
or be cloaked.

(Tamer removes the black duster. Underneath tamer has his Prime Time jacket
on and has his Intercontinental title over his right shoulder and his
All-American title over the other shoulder.)

Tamer: I am your Intercontinental and All-American champion. I am Prime
Time. I am, who I am. I have nothing to hide.  No reason to walk with the
shadows. I’m standing in the open for all challengers. I realize that I have
reached a rough patch. But I must work my way through it.  I will not drift
into the past. I will prosper and keep moving forward. I am still climbing
my ladder. I will not be stopped.

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: Tonight the challenge is White Lighting. The newest member of TCW. A
group I’ve lost all understanding for. I am looking forward to the match. No
one can cheat and win. No foreign objects. Just two gladiators using what
they have. Pure skill. Nothing else. It’s all about what brought us to the
dance.  It’s all about our ability and our heart. It’s almost time to rock
and roll. It about time we put on a show. I’m ready to go. I’m fired up and
pumped. White Lightning. You’ve got a chance. I know you’re going to bring
it all to take this chance. So I’ll I have to say is..bring it..and...

(Tamer stares deeply into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

KING: Gee! I thought it was The Flash! Didn't Rey Mysterio look like a moron in that Flash costume at Wrestlemania?

KING: HA HA HA!

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: Tonight, I will become the All-American Champion! You see Tamer isn't really capable or deserving of such a title as the All-American Title. But I am! Tamer isn't an All-American Athlete, but I am! You don't believe me? Watch this! Play it on the Bruisertron!

(Suddenly on the Bruisertron a video begins to play. The Bruisertron reads, "Olympic Trials". The scene opens in Athens, Greece where the 2004 Olympic Games are to be held. This is the Olympic Trials to see who will qualify for the Olympics. White Lightning is seen standing by a sign that reads 100m Dash.)

White Lightning: Today, I will show the World that I am the All-American Athlete. First up, is a speed race, the 100 meter!

(The Starter calls the men to the line, and they all line up. All the men get down in the stance.)

*BANG*

(The Camera shifts to the Finish Line and we see White Lightning cross the line.)

White Lightning: What was my time?

(A Lady sitting at the scoring table whispers something in his ear.)

White Lightning: Thirteen poin………Oh Wait! That can't be! My time was 9.01! I'm one of the fastest men in the world!

(The Camera Fades for a moment and re-opens when White Lightning is standing near a sign that reads 1600m Run.)

White Lightning: Ah, the Endurance Run! I have the endurance to last in the ring with anyone in the BMWF!

(The Starter calls the men to the line and holds his gun into the air.)

*BANG*

(The men begin to run. The Scene fades for a moment before re-appearing near the finish Line where White Lightning crosses.)

White Lightning: Alright Miss Scorekeeper, What was my time?

(The Lady Whispers something in his ear, White Lightning looks very confused when he gets his time, but then smiles.)

White Lightning: Three Minutes and Forty-Two Seconds! Roger Bannister eat your heart out!

(The Camera fades for a moment and re-appears indoors where White Lightning is near the Weight Training Facility.)

White Lightning: The Last Event I will be doing today is the Bench Press! It's already known I'm the strongest in the BMWF!

(The Camera shows many men walk up to bench press and finally White Lightning's name is called. The Camera shows White Lightning bench press, but doesn't show the amount of weights on the bar. White Lightning finishes after doing 15 reps. The Camera fades for a moment and re-opens where White Lightning is standing near the bench press.)

White Lightning: Six Hundred Pounds at 15 reps. Wow, it looks I could go to the Olympics in three different events. Each being very opposite of one another. It looks like I am just an All-American Athlete!

(The Camera Fades…)

(Now we White Lightning in the ring again.)

White Lightning: That is why I should be the All-American Champion!

("Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera plays as White Lightning walks to the back.)