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BMWF Bedlam Part I
Date : 5/17/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Greensboro Coliseum Greensboro North
Carolina
(The show opens inside
the Greensboro Coliseum Greensboro North Carolina. The camera pans the
capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)
 7
JR: Hello, everyone!
Welcome to the sold out Greensboro Coliseum Greensboro North Carolina!
Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and
what a show we have for you tonight!
KING: Yeah, what a day
this has been! I just made a killing off of old Tim’s Cards and
Comics ads on E-bay!
JR: Yeah, right, King!
*****
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR******
(The thunderous sounds
of a motorcycle are heard as Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski is seen
pulling into the parking area of the Greensboro Colloseum. He buzzes the camera and pulls into a
parking spot....)
***VRRRRrrrrrVRRRRRrrrr***
(After he revs the
engine a few short times just for show Sledge dismounts his bike. He reches into his saddle bag and pulls
out a glass bottle, after taking a mighty swig off of it he places it back
in the bag and proceeds to remove the bracket that holds his customized
saddle bags to his bike. As he does
this Slim Jim Sullivan approaches, microphone in hand.)
Slim Jim: Sledge, may I ask you a few questions????
(Sledge looks up from
what he's doing to respnd to Slim Jim...)
Sledge: yeah Jim go
ahead.....
(Sledge stands up from
what he's doing and slings his bags over his shoulder and looks at Slim Jim
ready for his questions....)
Slim Jim: last Monday, you went Berzerk..... you actually came to the ring witha chainsaw in hand....
Sledge: I sure did....
Slim Jim: what were you thinking????
Sledge: awwww, Jimmy.... I had everything well in
hand...., sure I was flipping out.... sure I crossed the line.... well
everyline....., but you know what Jimmy, I'm sick of nobody being able to
one up Scotty because he has so much of the fed under his fist..... somebody needed
to strike back againts him.... somebody needed to show him that despite
having the Brotherhoos under his thumb he's not invinceable...... that
anyone.... and I mean ANYONE!!!! can be gotten
to.....
Slim Jim: but why do what you did???
Sledge: I just wanted to show that despite the
calm and cool fan-friendly.... havein' a beer with the fans down the road
after the show exterior.... Sledge still has what it takes to get the job
done.... to do anything it takes to get things done......
Slim Jim: what do you have planned next for
Scotty???
(Sledge looks at Slim
Jim a bit irritated)
Sledge: Scotty..... Scotty.... Scotty.... why
don't you ask me about someone worth watching.... not some recycled hack who needs a squadron of goons drinkin' the poison
Kool-Aid to do his work for him..... ask me about
the Darkness.... ask me about a couple of guys who I'm actually looking
forward to facing in the ring.....
Slim JIm: I thought Scotty was someone you looked
up to in the past and that you would be looking forward to facing him.
(Sledge now
definitively adgitated looks to Slim Jim and answers...)
Sledge: NO!!!!!
SCOTTY IS A PEICE OF *BEEP*!!!!
I DON'T LOOK FORWARD TO FACING HIM!!!!! I don't look forward to the Cell match
despite what I can do to him.... and I sure as hell DO NOT look forward to
any feuture dealings withhim...., should they come along... I'll be sure to
put the man back into his place, but those days will be dealt with as they come....
Slim Jim: Okay, well what about the Darkness?
(Sledge cracks a bit
of a smile because Slim Jim has finally struck about something Sledge wants
to talk about....)
Sledge: The Darkening..... well basically they
done went and *BEEP*ed up...., you see Bob and I were talking on and off
over the years and it was always "when are we goin' after the tag
belts?" and "I'm too busy to go afte the tag belts right
now....", wel they happened to win those belts at the exact moment when
I was walking up the hall and Bob's walking at me at an arena and Bob goes
to me "What're you up to?".... well I
said "nothin'".... well Bob goes "I think its time...."
Slim Jim: well what did you say?
Sledge: what do you think I said?
Slim Jim: well, I assume you said "YES"
(Sledge cracks a smile
as he responds)
Sledge: actually I said "what are you
babbling about now?"
(Slim Jim looks
shocked at Sledge's answer)
Sledge: he continued on telling me how it looks
like his thing with Tyrone may be settled for the time being, and that he's
ready to "live the dream"....
Slim Jim: yes, I heard about how you two had wanted
to be tag champs since you were younger
Sledge: Yes, from the days of being a youngin'
doin the old Demolition finisher with me jumping off of a bar stool to
deliver the elbow on a stuffed animal and crashing on the hard cement
basement floor.... through all the crashes and burns.... tag titles ahve
always been my number one goal..... sure all the glory may come from being
the heavyweight champ...., but all my favorite memories come from guys like
the L.O.D., Strike Force, the British Bulldogs, and of course
Demolition..... which is another spot where the
Darkness done *BEEP*ed up....
Slim Jim: How so?
Sledge: They've stolen from my boys.....
Slim Jim: What?
Sledge: The original Demolition were two men by the names of Smash..... and Axe.... they
done went and stole the name of the guy in the time I used to emulate....
and well I doubt he ever paid the man for the name.... so I guess I just
got to whoop[ it out of him.....
Slim Jim: I thought that you said that you were
looking forward to facing these men?
Sledge: I do...., these are two of the hottest
stars coming up, and they got rocket fueled farts.... these kids are gonna
go sky high, and well, I ain't ashamed to admit, I got to steal a bit of
their thunder for myself because well.... bassically I won't be able to be
called a legend when my time comes unless I take them down on my way to the
top as well.
Slim Jim: Its not often you hear a wrestler say
something encouraging about another these days.....
Sledge: Well Jim-bo... you know me... I ain't
your typical wrassler these days.... now if you'll excuse me... I got to get
into my locker room and get ready for the night....
(Sledge re-shoulders
his saddle bags and heads for the arena door leaving Slim Jim behind....)
Slim Jim: there he goes Ladies and Gentlemen....
Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski... a wrestler of a different sort in
todays world.....We’ll be right back!
LILLY: This
contest is scheduled for one fall.
Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
From St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...
Altar Boy Mark
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of New York City,
New York...
Weighing in at 227 pounds...
Just'n Credible
*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark takes Just'n Credible down with a spinning power bomb.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Altar Boy Mark sets up the chair.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spinning power bomb, but Just'n Credible
counters it with an enzuilariato.
Just'n Credible gets a chokehold on Altar Boy Mark.
Len Stanley warns Just'n Credible to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Len Stanley warns Just'n Credible.
Just'n Credible taunts the crowd.
A fan at ringside badmouths Just'n Credible.
Just'n Credible goes for a punch, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark throws Just'n Credible out of the ring.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a tope con hilo,
but Just'n Credible
moves out of the way.
Altar Boy Mark is out cold.
Just'n Credible is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Just'n Credible throws Altar Boy Mark back into the ring.
Just'n Credible executes the That's Incredible on Altar Boy Mark.
A fan at ringside badmouths Just'n Credible.
Just'n Credible goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, Friar Fergus distracts Len Stanley.
Just'n Credible runs into the ropes.
Just'n Credible misses with a clothesline.
Just'n Credible takes Altar Boy Mark down with a swinging neckbreaker.
A fan at ringside badmouths Just'n Credible.
Just'n Credible goes for a piledriver, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark executes a legsweep on Just'n Credible.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Just'n Credible.
A few fans are cheering on Altar Boy Mark.
Just'n Credible chops Altar Boy Mark.
Just'n Credible further incites the crowd.
Just'n Credible takes Altar Boy Mark down with a headlock takedown.
Just'n Credible goes for a punch, but Altar Boy Mark reverses it.
Just'n Credible re-reverses it.
Just'n Credible punches Altar Boy Mark.
Numerous fans are using Just'n Credible for target practice.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Just'n Credible.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a chop.
Len Stanley is back on the job.
Altar Boy Mark hits a legsweep on Just'n Credible.
Altar Boy Mark uses a spinning back suplex on Just'n Credible.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark throws Just'n Credible into the turnbuckle, but Just'n
Credible
reverses it.
Just'n Credible runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Just'n Credible hits Altar Boy Mark with a gutwrench suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Just'n Credible goes for a pumphandle slam, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Altar Boy Mark whips Just'n Credible into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with spinning headscissors.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark throws Just'n Credible out of the ring.
Altar Boy Mark rolls out under the bottom rope.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Just'n Credible has been cut open.
Altar Boy Mark throws Just'n Credible back into the ring.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Just'n Credible
counters it with a dragon screw.
Just'n Credible whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Just'n Credible misses with a shoulderblock.
Altar Boy Mark misses with an elbow.
Just'n Credible hits Altar Boy Mark with an elbow.
Just'n Credible whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Just'n Credible misses with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a clothesline.
Just'n Credible falls out of the ring.
Altar Boy Mark goes outside.
Altar Boy Mark knocks Just'n Credible into the ringsteps.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a dropkick.
Len Stanley counts: 4.
Altar Boy Mark nails Just'n Credible with spinning headscissors.
Len Stanley counts: 5.
Altar Boy Mark whips Just'n Credible into the guardrail.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Just'n Credible
counters it with a dragon screw.
Len Stanley counts: 6.
Just'n Credible throws Altar Boy Mark into the guardrail.
Just'n Credible hits Altar Boy Mark with a punch.
Len Stanley counts: 7.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Just'n Credible goes for a snap suplex, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Len Stanley counts: 8.
Altar Boy Mark runs Just'n Credible into the ringpost.
Altar Boy Mark climbs back into the ring.
Just'n Credible follows him back in.
Altar Boy Mark takes Just'n Credible down with a legsweep.
Altar Boy Mark punches Just'n Credible.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Just'n Credible.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Altar Boy Mark hits a legdrop on Just'n Credible.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a springboard moonsault, but Just'n Credible
rolls out of the way.
Just'n Credible executes the That's Incredible on Altar Boy Mark.
Numerous fans are using Just'n Credible for target practice.
Just'n Credible goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, Friar Fergus distracts Len Stanley.
Just'n Credible runs into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a kick.
Altar Boy Mark hits Just'n Credible with a forearm smash.
Altar Boy Mark nails Just'n Credible with a spinning DDT.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark executes the Holy Driver on Just'n Credible.
There is no referee to count.
Len Stanley is back on the job.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
*DING DING* LILLY: The winner is Altar Boy Mark! JR: We'll be right back!
0:07:32
(Lowedown is seen
making his way towards his locker room when he sees Flame making her way
out of the bathroom. Flame walks up and is about to place her hand on
Lowedown's face when he grabs her by the wrist
playfully...)
Lowedown:Did you wash your hands woman?
Flame:Oh bite me! Have you seen your brother yet?
Lowedown:Actually, he's right behind you.
(Flame turns around
and bumps right into the chest of her brother in law. Flame
steps back for a moment and then delivers a knife edge chop to Dozer
who simply laughs it off and hugs her. Dozer then leans against the wall
and keeps watch for any suspicious people...)
Dozer:Brother, I think this arena rocks! It's got bathrooms
everywhere!
Lowedown:Well, I guess that's something to be proud of. They
should have a license plate that reads, "A great place to take a
BLEEP!" or something like that.
Dozer:Why do you always have to be a smart@$$?
Lowedown:Because it's so easy for me I guess. Did you see any of
those Brotherhood candy@$$e$ around here yet?
Dozer:Not yet. I've been looking to slap that Big Kev loser
again. This guy has a beating coming to him like never before!
Flame:Oh he is the vicious one isn't he?
Lowedown:Very much! Someone needs to up his dosage a bit.
Dozer:You know I'm this close to slapping you.
Lowedown:Ah shaddup!
(All three of them
begin laughing as Slim Jim Sullivan is seen making his way down the
hallway. Lowedown leans against the wall next to his brother as Flame leans
next to her husband. Slim decides to lean against Flame to try and fit in,
but all three of them look over at Slim as he then shrugs his shoulders and
stands up straight and holds the microphone up...)
Slim:Lowedown,
I wanted to get your thoughts about your match up tonight with your good
friend Dreadnaught. You two have been out and about as of late drinking up
the town so to speak. Do you think that tonight may sever any relationship
between you and Dreadnaught?
Lowedown:Let's clear this up right now so that everyone will be
on the same page alrighty? Dread and I are solid with each other when it
comes to our friendship. He has done something for me that very few here in
the BMWF have been able to do here and that is
show trust. Dread is watching my back and I'm watching his back like a true
friend should. And yes, Dread and I have been drinking like fishes and
closing all the strip joints down! Ya feel me Slim?
Slim:Oh...oh
I feel ya.
Lowedown:And no matter what happens after tonight, we are going
to be drinking all over North
Carolina here! We will go from club to club to
club and Kathryn here will be buying us dance after dance after dance
because she knows that we likes the hip shakin' and we likes the PUPPIES!
Flame:He is such a perv Slim.
Lowedown:Look Slim, I'm a man of simple means. Tonight, I mean
to fight my good friend Dread in the middle of that ring and we are going
to fight no question. After the match is over and one of our hands are raised in the air, we're going drinkin' partner! You
wanna go drinkin' with us Slim? I'm sure they have virgin daquiries around
here somewhere unless...
Slim:Unless
what?
Lowedown:Unless you like tequila Slim. Can you handle tequila?
Slim:I
think so.
Dozer:Brother, I think the bottle weighs more than he does.
Lowedown:Good point.
Slim:So
can I go with you tonight?
Flame:If you feel up to it Slim, then you're invited.
Slim:Excellent!
I'll see you after the match.
(Slim Jim walks away
from the Phillips brothers as they look at each other and then start
laughing...)
Lowedown:This is going to be funny.
Dozer:Should I let Dread know about this?
Lowedown:Nah! I think this will be more fun if we don't.
fade...
RP #1
(The loud roar of an engine echoes down
the parking lot of the Greensboro
Coliseum, and a lone headlight appears in
the distance, coming closer to
the
camera. In seconds, an enormous black motorcycle
barrels down the asphalt
and comes to a
stop in a parking space near the rear entrance. The rider
is
wearing a red,
white, and blue helmet and olive khakis and a white shirt.
A
hunter green
duffel bag is slung over his shoulder.
The man puts down the
kickstand and
hops off the bike, then removes his helmet.
There is a
slight
pop from the
crowd when they see it's Howitzer.
He looks angry as usual,
and looks around the parking lot briefly
before checking his bag and
heading
for the
door. He's just about to open it
when Michael Bole comes running
out, microphone
in hand.)
Bole:
Howitzer, what have you got to say about the challenge from Levon
Jones?
Howitzer:
What did you say Bole?
Bole:
(swallows) Well...you know,
Levon Jones has challenged you to a
match at the Pay
Per View coming up this month.
Howitzer:
The guy isn't busy enough with basketball, now he wants to
enter
the BMWF and
wrestle ME?
(Bole looks at Howitzer for a moment,
confused. Then it dawns on him.)
Bole: No no, Howitzer...not Lebron
James, Levon Jones. He's an
associate
of William Black!
(Howitzer looks off into the distance for
a second with a perplexed
expression.)
Howitzer:
Levon Jones...Levon Jones...oh hold the
phone there, Bole! You
mean that joker who was flexing his little
bitty muscles at that girl Mimi
Rodrigo the other day in the weight room
and said he wants to take me up
on
my offer?
Bole:
Well, yes, that's the one, but I think her name is Miss Rodri-
Howitzer:
Well son of a *bleep*, Bole, my mistake! See, I get challenges
like that from
chumps all the time! Big guy like me
walks into a gym, a
bar, a church, whatever the hell, there's
always some hotheaded little
punk
who wants to test
his manhood against ol' Mack Murphy in a fight. And you
know, now that I think about it, there's
always some girl nearby that they
want to
impress. AND she usually has a bimbo
name like Mimi! No wonder
that feeling of deja vu whupped me upside
the head when that Jones kid was
running his
mouth!
Bole:
Uh...be that as it may, do you accept the challenge, Howitzer?
Will
you wrestle Levon
Jones at the Pay Per View?
Howitzer:
Well let me tell you something, Bole. Like I said, I get chumps
like Levon Jones in my face every time I
leave my house...maybe you should
find some of
those very same chumps and ask them how it turned out.
Actually, I'll save you some legwork Bole
- it won't do any good to ask
them, because
THEIR JAWS ARE WIRED SHUT! So hey,
if Levon Jones wants to
step into the ring
with Howitzer, he's more than welcome to it. You're
damn
right I
accept! But Jones, a word of advice
- might wanna get yourself a
good oral surgeon
lined up. 'Cause you know how a jack
o'lantern looks
the
day after Halloween, after it's been kicked
in by every teenager in the
neighborhood? That's gonna be your face. Now I've got some @$$ to kick
tonight
Bole. Excuse me.
(Howitzer throws the door open and walks
into the arena.)
(The camera is
focusing on The Urban Legends locker room door when the door
opens and Mafioso comes walking out. Mafioso closes the door and turns
around but bumps into Dizi)
Mafioso: Damn don't you watch where you're going?
(Mafioso notices that it's Dizi)
Mafioso: Hey you're that new person aren't you?
Dizi: I guess I'm that new person. And you weren't watching where I
was
going either.
Mafioso: Are trying to be funny!?!
Dizi: (thinks about that, then laughs) Well,
no... I generally don't try
to be funny. But every one else laughs at half of what I say, so I
guess
it's a natural talent.
(Mafioso stares at Dizi in disbelief for a moment)
Mafioso: Look! I don't know what your deal is but can I help you with
something or am I just wasting my time?
(Dizi adjusts her fedora and ponders Mafioso for a minute.)
Dizi: Well, I didn't know I was supposed to have a deal. I mean,
Donnie got
me a contract, is that the same thing? Hey, is there a concession
stand or
a snack bar around here anywhere? I'm starving!
(Dizi glances around then looks back to Mafioso.)
Dizi: Is talking to me really such a waste of time?
(Mafioso looks like he is about to get really angry but then smiles)
Mafioso: Ya know something? Why don't we just forget what happened ok? My
name is Mafioso.
(Dizi smiles brightly at him and grabs his hand, shaking it
enthusiastically.)
Dizi: I'm Dizi! Do you work here, too?
(Again Mafioso looks at Dizi in disbelief)
Mafioso: You have got to be kidding me right!?! Even you can't be that
stupid! I am a former light-heavyweight champion!
(Dizi's smile fades and she takes a step back.)
Dizi: I'm not stupid. I just don't pay attention sometimes.
(shrugs)
Look, I was just trying to find my bat. I didn't mean to bother you
or
waste your time.
(For the first time ever Mafioso seems to regret his words)
Mafioso: Look....I'm sorry for what I said, but don't tell anyone or I'll
deny it all! Listen you seem like a nice person so how bout I help you a
little? I know you have your brother as your manager but having friends in
low places can benefit you sometimes essa! So what do you say?
Dizi: I don't know. It doesn't matter if you don't like
me. No one here
likes me. Except the donut guy. He gave me a hat. But no
one else likes
me.
(Dizi starts talking faster as she gets upset.)
Dizi: I'm just having a really bad week. I mean, I'm new here
and just
trying to meet people, but no one likes me. I mean, there was this
one guy
that was nice and he said he was going to take me for a ride on his
motorcycle, but then he didn't. And that moody Judge hit me with a
chair.
Then she hit my brother with the chair. Then some freaky guy jumped
all in
my business with that moody Judge. Then someone took my bat.
Mafioso: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Just relax for a second ok All I'm saying is,
you
seem like an ok person. So if you wanna be friends then you're ok in my
book. Ya know if you need help you can call me and if I need cheering up
I'll call you. That's all. So what's your answer? By The way, what bat are
you talking about?
Dizi: My baseball bat. I brought it to Live last Friday and was
gonna beat
down that moody Judge, and I got a really good swing on her, then some
freaky guy grabbed my bat and started rambling on about birds. Then
that
moody Judge took my bat and hit me with it. Then there were a bunch
of
officials and the next thing I know, my bat is gone! Do you have a
candy
bar or anything? I'd kill for some chocolate right now.
(Mafioso has a confused look on his face)
Mafioso: Ok, well, Dizi. Like I said you seem to be a good person so I
won't
hold your short attention span against you but keep in mind what I said. As
a matter of fact tell your brother. I'm sure he'll see the benefits of this
kind of working friendship!
(Mafioso pulls a snickers candy bar out of his pocket and throws it towards
Dizi before walking away)
(Dizi catches the snickers and waves at Mafioso as he walks away.)
KING: Ok, what’s
up with all of these joint rps for Dizi?
JR: Beats me, King!
LILLY: This contest is
scheduled for one fall.
From Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...
Howitzer
RP #1
(The loud roar of an engine echoes down
the parking lot of the Greensboro
Coliseum, and a lone headlight appears in
the distance, coming closer to
the
camera. In seconds, an enormous black motorcycle
barrels down the asphalt
and comes to a
stop in a parking space near the rear entrance. The rider
is
wearing a red,
white, and blue helmet and olive khakis and a white shirt.
A
hunter green
duffel bag is slung over his shoulder.
The man puts down the
kickstand and
hops off the bike, then removes his helmet.
There is a
slight
pop from the
crowd when they see it's Howitzer.
He looks angry as usual,
and looks around the parking lot briefly
before checking his bag and
heading
for the
door. He's just about to open it
when Michael Bole comes running
out, microphone
in hand.)
Bole:
Howitzer, what have you got to say about the challenge from Levon
Jones?
Howitzer:
What did you say Bole?
Bole:
(swallows) Well...you know,
Levon Jones has challenged you to a
match at the Pay
Per View coming up this month.
Howitzer:
The guy isn't busy enough with basketball, now he wants to
enter
the BMWF and
wrestle ME?
(Bole looks at Howitzer for a moment,
confused. Then it dawns on him.)
Bole: No no, Howitzer...not Lebron
James, Levon Jones. He's an
associate
of William Black!
(Howitzer looks off into the distance for
a second with a perplexed
expression.)
Howitzer:
Levon Jones...Levon Jones...oh hold the
phone there, Bole! You
mean that joker who was flexing his little
bitty muscles at that girl Mimi
Rodrigo the other day in the weight room
and said he wants to take me up
on
my offer?
Bole:
Well, yes, that's the one, but I think her name is Miss Rodri-
Howitzer:
Well son of a *bleep*, Bole, my mistake! See, I get challenges
like that from
chumps all the time! Big guy like me
walks into a gym, a
bar, a church, whatever the hell, there's
always some hotheaded little
punk
who wants to test
his manhood against ol' Mack Murphy in a fight. And you
know, now that I think about it, there's
always some girl nearby that they
want to
impress. AND she usually has a bimbo
name like Mimi! No wonder
that feeling of deja vu whupped me upside
the head when that Jones kid was
running his
mouth!
Bole:
Uh...be that as it may, do you accept the challenge, Howitzer?
Will
you wrestle Levon
Jones at the Pay Per View?
Howitzer:
Well let me tell you something, Bole. Like I said, I get chumps
like Levon Jones in my face every time I
leave my house...maybe you should
find some of
those very same chumps and ask them how it turned out.
Actually, I'll save you some legwork Bole
- it won't do any good to ask
them, because
THEIR JAWS ARE WIRED SHUT! So hey,
if Levon Jones wants to
step into the
ring with Howitzer, he's more than welcome to it. You're
damn
right I
accept! But Jones, a word of advice
- might wanna get yourself a
good oral surgeon
lined up. 'Cause you know how a jack
o'lantern looks
the
day after Halloween, after it's been
kicked in by every teenager in the
neighborhood? That's gonna be your face. Now I've got some @$$ to kick
tonight
Bole. Excuse me.
(Howitzer throws the door open and walks
into the arena.)
RP #2
(Blizzard is in the ring, leaning back
against one of the turnbuckles.
The
sound of gunfire and explosions is heard
over the PA, then the opening
trill
of Rammstein's
"Freuer Frei." Strobe
lights bathe the entranceway in
flickering
green. Howitzer appears and walks
down the ramp. As he gets
to
the end, he slaps hands with fans lined up
against the barrier on his way
to
the ring apron.)
(JR and the King begin to comment as
Howitzer makes his way into the
ring.)
JR:
Well here comes the new guy Howitzer, King! He had some strong words
for Levon Jones
back in the parking lot earlier tonight!
KING:
I'll say! He said he was
going to make Levon Jones' face look like
a
caved-in jack
o'lantern!
JR:
Look for those two young bucks to have a real slobberknocker at the
Pay
Per View!
Both big, strong guys that clearly do NOT like each other!
KING:
You can say that again, JR.
And did you see that motorcycle that
Howitzer came in on. That was a sweet ride.
JR:
Yes it was King, and now Howitzer is about to enter the ring for
tonight's contest
with Blizzard. I think it's safe to
say that Howitzer
will be looking
to send a message to Levon Jones at tonight's Bedlam!
KING:
I wouldn't want to be Blizzard right now, that's for sure! Look at
that chain tattoo
Howitzer has running across his shoulders!
I'm telling
you, this guy is
one bad dude.
(Howitzer jumps up on the apron and steps
through the ropes. He looks at
Blizzard for a second, then climbs the far
turnbuckle and pounds his
chest,
yelling. The crowd gives a nice pop. Howitzer climbs back down and runs
right at
Blizzard. The bell sounds.)
JR:
There's the bell...Howitzer is wasting no time here against
Blizzard.
MATCH
(Howitzer pounds Blizzard and picks him up
and promptly delivers a
powerslam. As Blizzard struggles to get up, Howitzer
lifts him and
delivers
a fallaway
slam. Blizzard tries to get up
again, but before he is fully
vertical,
Howitzer grabs him and gets him with a facebuster.)
KING:
Good lord JR, every time Blizzard tries to get off the ground,
Howitzer is right there slamming him right
back down!
JR:
Blizzard can't get ANYTHING going...Howitzer is on him like a fat
man
on a buffet!
KING:
Levon Jones has got to be watching this.
(Blizzard throws Howitzer into the ropes
and goes for a clothesline, but
Howitzer ducks it. Howitzer tries to headbutt Blizzard, but
Blizzard gets
his hands in
front of his face just in time. He
traps Howitzer in an
armbar. The crowd starts to get behind Howitzer,
exhorting him to get
free.)
JR:
Listen to this crowd folks, they really want to see Howitzer
dismantle
Blizzard!
KING:
Bloodthirsty animals!
(Howitzer elbows Blizzard in the face, causing
him to break the hold.
While
his opponent is dazed, Howitzer steps
behind him and hits a nasty cobra
clutch bomb. Blizzard is prone on the mat, not
moving. Howitzer goes to
the opposite
turnbuckle and climbs it, then pounds his chest and yells.
The
crowd gives a big
pop in response. Howitzer climbs
down and waits for
Blizzard to get up. Just when he is able to stand, Howitzer
races across
the ring and
nails Blizzard full in the face with a running elbow smash.
Blizzard goes crashing into the near
turnbuckle. Howitzer pounds his
chest
again.)
JR:
He's going for the BFG!
KING:
This move is devastating!
(Howitzer gets between the turnbuckle and
his opponent, and climbs to the
second rope. He lifts Blizzard clear over his head in
a gorilla press,
then
drops face-first
down onto the mat. As Blizzard is on
his way down,
Howitzer puts his hands on his back and
pushes him roughly down to the
canvas.)
JR:
BFG! BFG! BFG!
That's it!
KING:
This match is over!
(Howitzer jumps from the rope and pins
Blizzard.)
JR:
ONE! TWO! THREE!
(The ref calls for the bell and
"Freuer Frei" plays over the loudspeakers
as
Howitzer yells at Levon Jones in the
back. His voice is picked up by the
nearest camera.)
Howitzer:
That's how it's gonna be, Jones! Look at him! This what you
want?! Your career is over! YOU HEAR ME? OVER!!!
(Howitzer stops suddenly as the
Bruisertron changes to show William Black
with Jevon Jones
in the parking lot. They are both
holding metal bats and
are standing next
to his motorcycle.)
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of North Pole...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...
Blizzard
*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Blizzard whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Blizzard hits Howitzer with a kick.
Blizzard is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Blizzard hits a bulldog headlock on Howitzer.
Blizzard throws Howitzer out of the ring.
Blizzard goes through the ropes.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Blizzard goes for a roundhouse right, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer shoves Blizzard into the guardrail.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but Blizzard blocks it.
Blizzard shoves Howitzer into the guardrail.
Blizzard goes for a bulldog headlock, but Howitzer blocks it.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Howitzer throws Blizzard into the guardrail.
Howitzer uses a full nelson slam on Blizzard.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Howitzer goes for an atomic drop, but Blizzard counters it with a facerake.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Charles Robertson counts: 4.
Blizzard smacks Howitzer with a devastating lariat .
Blizzard throws Howitzer back into the ring.
Blizzard uses a leg lariat on Howitzer.
Blizzard nails Howitzer with a leg lariat.
Blizzard runs into the ropes.
Blizzard misses with an elbow.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but Blizzard counters it with a punch.
Blizzard whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Blizzard hits Howitzer with a kick.
Blizzard goes for a flying karate chop, but Howitzer counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
Howitzer uses a cobra clutch suplex on Blizzard.
Howitzer hits a powerslam on Blizzard.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer goes for a splash, but Blizzard gets his knees up.
Blizzard goes for a European uppercut, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer chops Blizzard.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Howitzer chops Blizzard.
Howitzer is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Blizzard misses with a clothesline.
Blizzard goes for a kick to the head, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer uses an atomic drop on Blizzard.
Howitzer gets a Boston
crab on Blizzard.
Blizzard breaks the hold after 6 seconds.
Blizzard kicks Howitzer.
Howitzer punches Blizzard.
The crowd is going "We want Charles Robertson !".
Blizzard punches Howitzer.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Blizzard hits Howitzer.
Blizzard goes for a snap mare, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer puts Blizzard in a bearhug.
Blizzard inches his way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Howitzer uses a cobra clutch suplex on Blizzard.
Howitzer gets a bearhug on Blizzard.
Blizzard is struggling to reach the ropes.
Blizzard is inching his way towards the ropes.
Howitzer lets go after 25 seconds.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a kick.
Blizzard misses with a clothesline.
Howitzer hits Blizzard with an elbow.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged
ape.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Howitzer executes the BFG on Blizzard.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Blizzard complains about a fast count.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
*DING DING* LILLY: The winner is Howitzer! JR: We'll be right back! 0:04:44
Entrance with Reno (Early in the
show)
JR: We are going backstage!
(The camera shows the parking lot where a black 2004 GTO rolls into a
parking spot. The engine revs one last time before it stops. The camera
pans down to the front license plate, which is a California tag that reads “Thug”.
The camera pans to the passenger side where a pair of black boots steps out. The camera
pans up and the body of Reno Fontayne steps out. The camera pulls back and
Dreadnaught is seen closing the
driver’s side door.)
Dreadnaught: Yo, Reno,
you feeling my new ride?
Reno: It
certainly is nice, but possessions just don’t hold their appeal to me anymore!
Dreadnaught: Man, what happened to all those crazy nights in Vegas? You don’t wanna do that anymore?
Reno: In a past
life, I was consumed by the items of the flesh, but with this in my right
hand.
(Reno holds
up the King James Bible.)
Reno: I am
reaping souls for the Lord!
Dreadnaught: I may not know all about your new life, Reno, but you know I can reap some souls!
King: Who would have thought Reno
would go all holy on us?
Reno: I know you
may still be in a could of confusion about your
religion, but the mission is still the same! We must take care of the
sinners!
Dreadnaught: I think the Darkening are nothing but sinners!
Reno: They
certainly are. I know they claim to be the best tag team in the BMWF, but
that is lying!
Dreadnaught: And lying is against that good book, right?
Reno: Right
Brother Dread! Let’s go do the Lord’s work!
(Dreadnaught and Reno
look at each other and walk into the arena.)
(Around Howitzer versus.
Blizzard)
(The scene opens up in the parking lot of
Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro,
North Carolina. A silver, sporty, Ferrari 360 Spider pulls up into an
empty space, the number plate reads "ROCK2TAR". As the engine
silences out of the drivers seat steps "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi
with black hair with the fringe spiked up. Tai is kitted out in a black,
sleeveless, Def Leppard t-shirt and a pair of baggy, dark blue, denim cargo
pants with a picture of a dragon going up the left leg. Out of the passengers
seat is Tai's beautiful girlfriend Athena Hashi who's
hair is long and blonde with black streaks here and there. She's wearing a
silver halter-top and dark blue, denim cargo pants. They both
close the doors behind them, grab their bags from the trunk and make
their way into the arena.)
JR: Tonight, Tai Hashi
has the tough challenge of facing Shane Perish,
Athena Hashi is teaming up with Sarah Lyn to battle the team of long-time
rival Aquatic, and newcomer Danielle "Dizi" McPhearson.
(Roleplays)
(Before Sarah Lyn
& Athena Hashi vs. Aquatic and Dizi)
(The scene opens in the backstage
corridors of the Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro, North Carolina.
The cameras are outside the locker room of "The Hashi's", Tai and
Athena Hashi. Slim Jim Sullivan stands next to the door,
he knocks and awaits an answer. The door opens and Tai Hashi pops his head
through,)
Slim Jim Sullivan: Tai
Hashi, is it okay if I can have a few words with Athena?
Tai Hashi: Sure mate,
hold on.
(Tai looks into the
locker room.)
Tai Hashi: ATHENA!
SLIM JIM'S HERE FOR YOU!
(Tai Hashi's head is
replaced with Athena's smiling face. She closes the door behind her.)
Athena Hashi: Hi Slim,
how are you?
Slim Jim Sullivan: I'm
fine thank you. Can I ask a few questions?
Athena Hashi: You just
asked one, you may as well ask more.
Slim Jim Sullivan:
Tonight you're teaming up with Sarah Lyn to face the likes of Aquatic and
Dizi. What are your thoughts on your tag team partner for this evening,
Sarah Lyn?
Athena Hashi: Me and Sarah Lyn are not freinds, we're not even
enemies, we're neutral. Hopefully we can make a good team together to
defeat our opponents.
Slim Jim Sullivan: How
about your opponents, Aquatic and Dizi?
Athena Hashi: Two very
tough competitors, one even tougher opponent for them!
(Athena heads back
inside.)
(Scene opens to show
Rogue Morello walking down the hallway dressed in
his wrestling
gear and signature blue lensed Oakley's.)
Rogue: Savio Garcia, tonight you will become
my first opponent here in
the BMWF.
Tonight, you will become my first victory here in the BMWF.
I've seen you wrestle, and I know what you
can do. You, however, don't
know anything
about me, and that gives me the upper hand. As I see it,
you have no shot
at beating me tonight. None whatsoever. I'm just too
pumped up to let
that happen. It's not gonna take long, my friend, oh no.
It won't be long between the opening bell
and the closing bell of this
contest, let me
assure you.
(Rogue turns the corner and is suddenly
right at the entrance to the
arena. Here, he
stops and stares into the camera.)
Rogue: Savio Garcia, you're just gonna be
step one in my walk right to
the top here in
the BMWF. You're about to know what it's like to be left
Dazed and Confused.
(With that, Rogue turns and walks through
the entrance.)
(Dizi wanders into The
Darkening Locker room without knocking and glances around.)
Dizi: Hey, did anyone in here see my bat?
(Witherspoon glances up
as he's pulling on His Darkening T-shirt)
Witherspoon: | 
