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.)

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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:  Come in then...

(Dizi smiles at Witherspoon.)

Dizi: I am in! 

(Witherspoon raises an eyebrow)

Witherspoon:  So you are.  Anything I can help you with?

Dizi: I'm looking for my bat.

(Witherspoon drapes his shirt over the back of a chair and picks up his Louisville Slugger)

Witherspoon:  Well, I don't got your bat, but I have a bat.  Wanna borrow it?

Dizi: (sighs) No.  I want my bat. My dad gave it to me when I was 11.  It was a present when I got into little league.  That's a nice bat though.  I like wooden bats, don't you?  Donnie thinks I should get an aluminum one, but they're just not the same.  Have you seen Donnie?  I think he's gotten himself lost.

(Witherspoon blinks)

Witherspoon: Uhh, Donnie, kinda big guy in a suit right?

Dizi: Well, yeah.  I don't know why he insists on wearing a suit, all the time. I think that'd get uncomfortable.  I usually just wear jeans.  I don't like the way everyone wears their jeans all hanging halfway down their @$$.  It just looks sloppy.  Do you have a newspaper? I want to check the movie times.

(Witherspoon gestures towards the newspaper with the baseball bat, an intrigued look on his face)

(Dizi picks up the newspaper and drops down to the floor, sitting cross-legged as she flips through the pages.)

Dizi: You think there's anything good playing around here?  I've been bored out of my mind.  North Carolina has been really boring.  (pauses and looks over the top of the paper at Witherspoon) Um, we're still in North Carolina, right?

(Witherspoon grabs a chair and sits on it backwards, facing Her.  He forgoes a shirt still and reaches into a cooler, pulling out a bottle of beer)

Witherspoon:  Last I checked, want a drink?

Dizi: Yeah, that'd be great!  (continues flipping through the pages)  I did see an ice rink in town and thought that skating could be fun, but, I don't know how to ice skate, so I'd probably just fall a lot and then thought that maybe it wouldn't be that much fun, after all.  You think we're going to get to Florida any time soon? 

(Witherspoon shrugs and grabs two Leiny's Honey weis from the cooler and takes the caps off, handing one to her.)   

Witherspoon:  Ice skating's over rated anyways.  We could be going to Florida within the next few weeks.  Seems we're traveling down the coast.

(Dizi takes the beer, sips it, then sets the bottle on the floor.)

Dizi: Shrek 2 or Troy?

(Witherspoon takes a sip from his beer and sets it on a stool next to him, where his tag title belt is draped)

Witherspoon:  Tough choice.  Why not both?

Dizi: Donnie doesn't let me see two movies in one day anymore.  He says I can't sit still long enough just because of this one time at the double feature at the drive in. See, I started getting restless and took a walk, then he couldn't find me.  But then he did find me, but it was way past curfew and Dad grounded him.  But that was years ago and Dad hasn't grounded him since he started college.  So, do you work here at the arena?  What's there fun to do in North Carolina?

(Witherspoon blinks again)

Witherspoon:  Actually, I compete in the ring.  I'm Witherspoon, you know, the guy that got slapped around a bit after that triple tag match on Live.  (He offers his hand to her)

Dizi: Oh, hi! I'm Dizi! (smiles and shakes his hand)  Yeah, people here seem to have some anger management issues if you ask me.  Some psycho Judge woman smacked me with a chair for no reason!  And there's this guy that's really upset about the birds.

(Witherspoon smiles slightly)

Witherspoon:  Don't worry about those two.  Moody is just upset cause Judge doesn't like her anymore, and the other guy is just some loser.  Now, about those movies, your brother doesn't have to know (smirks)

Dizi: Oh!!  She's doing the whole break up thing.  No wonder she's in a bad mood.  And, really, I'm not thinking she's going to find anyone else that's going to put up with her.  I mean, who'd want to go around worrying about getting hit in the head with a chair all the time?  What movies?

(Witherspoon rubs his chin thoughtfully)

Witherspoon:  Yea, I sure wouldn't.  Sorry, I was speaking out loud.  I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie.

Dizi: Well, it depends... what movie?

Witherspoon: Troy or Shrek 2 could be good

Dizi: Yeah, I want to see those!  Troy because, you know, Brad Pitt.  And I loved Shrek!  I just don't know whether Shrek 2 will live up to the first one.  A lot times sequels aren't as good as the first movie.  But, they still have Eddie Murphy as Donkey.  He was my favorite.

(Witherspoon nods in agreement)

Witherspoon:  Yeah, sequels can suck.  So wanna see Troy then, say Wednesday.  By then we will have our schedules, and I can give you some tips for your matches.

Dizi: That sounds good...

(Dizi stops and gets a thoughtful look as she hears "Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked on the P.A. system.)

Dizi: That's funny... that sounds like my entrance music. (she listens for a few seconds and her eyes widen) That is my entrance music!!  Donnie's gonna kill me!!

(Dizi throws the newspaper across the room and jumps up, knocking over the almost full beer she had set on the floor, and rushes out of the locker room.)

(Witherspoon grins to himself as He pulls on his Darkening shirt, and then glances down at the spilt beer.   He shrugs and grabs a bunch of paper towels and tosses it on the spill)

 (The camera catches a pink Mitsubishi Spyder GTR with a spider web design

 covering the entire car outside the arena. On the hood is a large

Spider-Man

 logo. Out of the car appears Sarah's Lyn)

 JR: Oh that cold, heartless...

 King: JR! You can't say that about such a devious beauty!

 JR: Devious beauty my foot! She's the personification of evil in the

female

 form.

 King: She's not that bad!

 JR: Well, she certainly is not good at all!

 (Slim Jim runs up to her with a microphone)

 Slim: Sarah, can I get a word with you?

 Sarah: And who in the hell are you? Where's Mikey? You know what? I don't

 even care. Just hold the mic and stop staring at my chest!

 Slim: I.. um.. well..

 Sarah: Shut up and hold! (Looks into camera) Sktizo and Dirti...

 Slim: Who?

 Sarah: I said... oh,  nevermind... Seeing how you obviously don't know,

it's

 Aquatic and that new tramp Dizi. Either way, I'm sure my so-called partner

 Agatha Hashibash or whatever won't even show up, but I promise, those two

 psycho-whores will do exactly what they've done all their lives... go

down!

 Now excuse me, I have some (beep)s to slap.

 (Sarah walks off as the camera fades)

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

At a total combined weight of 277 pounds...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi
Her partner...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

 <<SARAH'S ENTRANCE

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

 I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

 (There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.

 Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman

 costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of

 boos.)

 <<LATER ON

 (Tamer and Tyrone are seen laughing as they leave their locker room)

 Tyrone: So ya gonna have fun t'night?

 Tamer: Oh yeah, daw... er.. dude! This is going to be the BEST SIX-MAN TAG

 MATCH  EVER!!!!

 (The two men laugh as  they walk down the hallway)

 JR: Something tells me that a bit of Tyrone's deviousness is rubbing off

on

 Tamer.

 (fade)

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Inferno and Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 261 pounds...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN! THE FLAME RETURNS!

(There is a pyro that seems to be blue in the light. "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out with a towel over her head. She walks down to ringside soaking in the numerous cheers, her arm raised in a victorious symbol. She hops up to the apron, causing an explosion of blue fireworks.)

PA: Every intuition fails to find its way….

One more table turned around and back again….

Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around….when she's not around…I FEEL IT COMING DOWN!

(Aquatic throws her towel off, and hops over the ring ropes. She waits for the small but enthusiastic "Aqua Girl" chants to die down.)

Aquatic: How are all the Aqualites doing up in here tonight? Huh? (The crowd cheers relatively enthusiastically.)

King: Did she just attempt a new catchphrase? That sucked!

Aquatic: (makes a little face) Ah, Aqualites just doesn't have the same ring as Ecolytes did. Let's go for the simple approach…how are all our great BMWF fans doing in this great state of  ?!?  (Crowd cheers with more force.)

JR: Sometimes you don't need a catchphrase!

King: Yeah, cheap pops are cheap pops!

Aquatic: Well, I'm glad to hear it! Because tonight, I'm feeling just as happy as you guys, being able to partner with the new blood, the incredible blue-chipper, the submission mistress, DANIELLE 'DIZI' MACPHEARSON! (The crowd cheers as Dizi waves to the many fans holding signs for her.) You hear and see these people, Dizi? That's all for you, and this is the path you'll be taking when you sign up with me. Believe me, no one under the Aquatic brand name is ever denied their full potential….even if they come with dead weight. (Daniel glares at Aquatic.)

JR: Hmmm…I'm getting the sense that Aquatic just wants to use this nice young lady for her own purposes!

King: That's why she's Aquatic, JR!

Aquatic: You girls thought I was something before? Well, I have big plans, and you won't even be able to comprehend what's coming next…..be aware though, that everything I do has the same effect. Causing you little girls, and everyone else in this INDUSTRY to…

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

King: How does she fit in that catchphrase all the time?

*the match begins*

Aquatic puts Athena in an armbar.

Athena elbows Aquatic in the gut, and goes to ounce off the rope.

Dizi grabs Athena, keeping her from bouncing off the ropes, and begins talking with her.

King: What the…was that even an intentional block?

(Aquatic runs over and nailsAthena with a spinning heel kick, sending her over the top rope.)

Aquatic: DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS! NOW THROW HER BACK IN THE RING!

JR: Aquatic seems to be annoyed by Dizi, even though her little goof helped Aquatic.

Dizi rolls Athena back in the ring.

Aquatic flips Athena with a snap suplex in the middle of the ring.

Aquatic runs to do the Asai moonsault, but Sarah pulls down the middle rope.

King: Watch out Aquatic!

(Aquatic stops just before jumping, and dropkicks Sarah Lyn in the face to cheers. Athena gets up from behind Aquatic, but Aquatic scouts it and drops Athena with a drop toehold into the ropes.)

JR: Aquatic is an excellent counterwrestler!

*second spot*

JR: Aquatic's locking in a full nelson on Sarah Lyn!

Sarah Lyn fights up, but Aquatic turns it into a full nelson bomb.

Aquatic whips Sarah hard into the corner.

Aquatic runs over to Sarah, and hurricaranas her out of the corner.

King: Ha ha! Sarah just went flying!

(Aquatic throws Sarah into Aquatic and Dizi's corner. Aquatic tags Dizi in, and they hoist Sarah over their backs.)

JR: Wait a second….are they going to….

Aquatic and Dizi execute a double Ice Breaker on Sarah Lyn.

Athena runs in, but Aquatic nails her with a dropkick.

JR: DOUBLE ICE BREAKER! DOUBLE ICE BREAKER! IT'S OVER!

KING: Wait a minute! How can Dizi Dean “learn” a new move already or is there something we don’t know about going on here?

JR: I don’t know, King!

Dizi goes for the cover on Sarah Lyn.

The referee counts: 1….2….3!

*DING DING*

Lilly: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS….DANIELLE "DIZI" MACPHEARSON AND AQUATIC!

JR: Aquatic and Dizi looking impressive in their debut as a team!
Her partner...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

<<Ring entrance>>

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system.  There is some applause from the audience members that recognize the music.  The song continues to play as the audience starts looking around wondering where Dizi is.)

(Nearly halfway through the song, Dizi rushes out from the back, then comes to a dead stop at the top of the ramp.  She breaks into a big smile and waves at the crowd.  A few enthusiastic fans wave back and Dizi heads down the ramp.  She manages to make it halfway to the ring before being distracted by the fans.  She stops to talk to some fans who were waving to her.)

(Donnie MacPhearson appears at the top of the ramp, looking harried.  He rushes down to where Dizi is and drags her, protesting, away from her newfound friends and gets her into the ring.  Dizi waves at the fans as she waits for the match to begin.)


*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Dizi uses armlock on Athena Hashi.
Dizi goes for a headlock takedown, but Athena Hashi counters it with
a back suplex.
Athena Hashi goes for an arm bar, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi whips Athena Hashi into the ropes, but Athena Hashi reverses it.
Dizi hits Athena Hashi with a clothesline.
Athena Hashi falls out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, Athena Hashi reenters the ring.
Dizi goes for an armlock leglock submission, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Athena Hashi goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dizi ducks out of the way.
Aquatic enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Sarah Lyn enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Dizi and Aquatic hit Athena Hashi with a double dropkick.
Dizi and Aquatic whip Athena Hashi into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Athena Hashi with a double backdrop, but she counters
it with a double headsmash.
A small "Athena Hashi" chant is being started.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
Athena Hashi goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi whips Athena Hashi into the turnbuckle.
Dizi tags out to Aquatic.
Dizi hits a headlock takedown on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic goes for a flying lariat, but Athena Hashi ducks out of the way.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with a bulldog.
Aquatic executes a brainbuster on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic uses leg scissors on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic nails Athena Hashi with a back elbow.
Aquatic takes Athena Hashi down with a German suplex.
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat.
Jack Slone counts: One, Aquatic lifts a shoulder, two, kickout.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Aquatic smacks Athena Hashi with a devastating flying lariat .
Numerous fans are using Aquatic for target practice.
Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Athena Hashi tags out to Sarah Lyn.
Athena Hashi takes Aquatic down with a roundhouse kick.
Sarah Lyn goes for a swinging bulldog, but Aquatic blocks it.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Aquatic takes Sarah Lyn down with an Asai moonsault.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Aquatic tags out to Dizi.
Dizi and Aquatic hit Sarah Lyn with a double dropkick.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
Dizi catches Sarah Lyn in a wristlock.
Sarah Lyn gets ahold of the ropes after 9 seconds.
Dizi executes armlock on Sarah Lyn.
Dizi nails Sarah Lyn with a baseball slide.
Dizi catches Sarah Lyn in a wristlock.
Sarah Lyn inches her way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Dizi kicks Sarah Lyn.
Sarah Lyn chops Dizi.
Sarah Lyn hits Dizi.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Sarah Lyn hits Dizi.
Sarah Lyn is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Sarah Lyn goes for a DDT, but Dizi counters it with a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Sarah Lyn with a shoulderblock.
Dizi hits armlock on Sarah Lyn.
Dizi kicks Sarah Lyn.
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi punches Sarah Lyn.
Dizi whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes.
Sarah Lyn hits Dizi with a clothesline.
Sarah Lyn goes for a thrust to the throat, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi hits Sarah Lyn with armlock.
Dizi executes a dropkick on Sarah Lyn.
Dizi throws Sarah Lyn out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, Sarah Lyn reenters the ring.
Dizi whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes.
Dizi misses with a kick.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Dizi misses with an elbow.
Dizi uses a drop toehold on Sarah Lyn.
Dizi whips Sarah Lyn into the ropes.
Sarah Lyn hits Dizi with a clothesline.
Sarah Lyn kisses her hand and smacks her butt.
Sarah Lyn is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Sarah Lyn tags out to Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi executes a roundhouse kick on Dizi.
Athena Hashi goes for a springboard legdrop, but Dizi rolls out of the way.
Dizi tags out to Aquatic.
Sarah Lyn enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Dizi hoists Athena Hashi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends At
hena Hashi crashing hard to the mat.
Aquatic smacks Athena Hashi with a devastating flying lariat .
Dizi leaves the ring.
Aquatic goes for a half Boston crab, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Athena Hashi throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Athena Hashi rolls out under the bottom rope.
Athena Hashi throws Aquatic into the ringsteps.
Athena Hashi nails Aquatic with a powerbomb.
Athena Hashi goes for spinning heel kick, but Aquatic side-steps and
Athena Hashi only hits air.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Inferno comes from behind, but Athena Hashi nails Inferno.
Inferno comes from behind and distracts Athena Hashi.
Aquatic shoves Athena Hashi into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with a German suplex.
Inferno comes from behind and distracts Athena Hashi.
Aquatic reenters the ring.
Athena Hashi rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Numerous fans are using Aquatic for target practice.
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Athena Hashi.
Numerous fans are using Aquatic for target practice.
Aquatic goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Aquatic almost takes Athena Hashi's head off with a flying lariat
Aquatic executes a German suplex on Athena Hashi.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Dizi enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Dizi hits a dropkick on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic uses a German suplex on Athena Hashi.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Aquatic hits an eye poke on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic goes for a back elbow, but Athena Hashi ducks out of the way.
Athena Hashi tags out to Sarah Lyn.
Dizi enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Sarah Lyn and Athena Hashi whip Aquatic into the ropes.
They hit Aquatic with a double fist to the midsection.
Athena Hashi hits Aquatic with a roundhouse kick.
Sarah Lyn nails Aquatic with a swinging bulldog.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
Sarah Lyn gets a triangle scissors on Aquatic.
Aquatic is struggling to reach the ropes.
Aquatic gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Inferno enters the ring and hits Sarah Lyn with the glass globe.
Before Inferno connects, Sarah Lyn moves out of the way.
Inferno hits Aquatic.
Sarah Lyn throws Inferno over the top rope.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Sarah Lyn.
Aquatic is out cold.
Sarah Lyn executes an inside cradle on Aquatic.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Sarah Lyn executes the Palimony on Aquatic.
Sarah Lyn goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
Sarah Lyn is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING* LILLY: The winners are Athena Hashi and Sarah Lyn! JR: We'll be right back! 0:08:20

**FIRST RP OF THE NIGHT**

(A blue Porsche Boxster with license plate "TCWBOX1" pulls into the parking lot with "Kill The King" by Megadeth playing on the custom stereo system that is vibrating the windows of nearby cars. The Porsche comes to a halt and El Cruz Blanco steps out of the drivers side door with a cellphone up to his ear......)

Cruz: Hey Roberto, I got dee car heere just like you said. Are you sure you're OK in the membrane amigo? I mean did you really have to go and do that to yourself?

(Suddenly, Slim Jim Sullivan comes running up to Cruz from out of nowhere.)

Slim Jim (breathing heavily): Cruz, Cruz, where's Box? What did he do to himself?

Cruz (talking into the cellphone): Yeah, it worked mahn, it worked. Good luck tonight, you gotch yo hands full. Peace out.

(Cruz shuts off the cellphone and puts it in his pocket.)

Slim Jim: Cruz, for the second time, where's Box?

Cruz: Hey, cool it hombre, dee Boxman isn't in the arena yet. You'll know when he is, dat's for sure.

(Cruz starts laughing.)

Slim Jim: What's he up to Cruz? Why isn't Box in the arena? Doesn't he know he's got a match with Pain tonight?

Cruz: Hey relax esse, IT'S ALL ABOUT RATINGS, TONTO!!!

Slim Jim: What is Box pulling some sort of publicity stunt?

Cruz: Hey dohn't take dat tone about Roberto you little Pikachu! Da mahn knows what he's doing. He ain't stupid. I'm juzt worried about his mental state. My amigo Boxman hasn't been right since he saw Sledge snap. Roberto realizes that in order for him and Sledge to handle their goal that they gotta take it up a notch. You know what I'm saying?

Slim Jim: Cruz, is there anything you can tell us about Box tonight?

Cruz: Yeah, I can. Some people around here are gonna have a bad night, a real bad night......DEE CHEECAGO WAY!!!

(Scene fades with a stunned Slim Jim Sullivan while El Cruz Blanco walks away and heads towards the arena entrance.)

((During Box's mic rant))

(Suddenly the bruisertron lights up to show a veiw of Witherspoon leaning against Box's bright and shinny car.  He has his base ball bat over his shoulder and is smoking a cigarette.  He pu;;s the cigarete from his mouth and blows a stream of smoke in the air.  He takes the bat from his shoulder and slowly begins tapping it on the hood of the car.)

Witherspoon:  Box, shut the hell up already.  TCW isn't going to get the titles from us.  We're just to damn good.  We are the best group of new people in this fed, no question about it.  You and sledge just can;t cut it.  Go back to getting drunk and evading taxes.  That's the only think yo can do around here.

(WItherspoon raises the bat above his head and brings it down towards the windsheild of the car.  He stops with his bat just inches from the windsheild and brings it back onto his shoulder.  He takes a hit from the cigarette and grins.)

Witherspoon:  I'm just *bleep*in with ya.

(He ashes on the windsheild and the Bruisertron goes black.))

(The Bruisertron lights up in the BMWF superstar parking lot outside of the Greensboro Coliseum. We see an old style hearse come wheeling into a space as a crowd begins roaring with boos. When the doors are opened smoke slowly flows out and the stereo is blaring. We see the BMWF Tag Team Champions, The Darkening step out carrying their duffel bags and their titles slung over their shoulders. Axe and Witherspoon both have lit cigarettes and lock up the car before leaning against it.)

Axe: Tonight is the night we go into this arena and show "The Power Trip" that there time has passed. Tonight is not there night Spoon, they are going to pay for that little stunt they pulled on us...believe me revenge will be delivered.

Witherspoon: Damn straight.  I can't wait to get my hands on Dread!  He will learn what it feels like to be binned!

Axe: But it seems those two clowns have been too quiet...perhaps they realize how great of a tag team we really are. No one can touch us and if they want to bring down there gang of bandits...let em' do it That still isn't going to help...we have to shut em' down and starts right here and this crap hole of a town.

(The crowd boos as Axe and Witherspoon snicker.)

Witherspoon: Man, Salem was cool, but the rest of this state sucks balls.  When are we going back to Minnesota?

Axe: I'll be glad to get out of this dive of a state...but we stay focused on the main goal embarassing "The Power Trip" and it's going to happen...I can feel it!

Witherspoon: Of course it is.  We work to well together.  That's are strength.  We aren't worried about the other guy jumping us like everyone else is.

Axe: Okay let's get inside man...

(The two flick their cigarette butts and head towards the arena as the Bruisertron blinks out and goes to the announce table.)

JR: It seems The Darkening weren't too impressed by what "The Power Trip" did this past week King.

King: Those two got flattened and I have a feeling that it's going to happen again!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From San Juan, Puerto Rico...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

Savio Garcia

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Starkville, MS...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Rogue Morello


*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Rogue Morello whips Savio Garcia into the ropes, but Savio Garcia reverses it.
Savio Garcia misses with an elbow.
Rogue Morello hits Savio Garcia with a clothesline.
Rogue Morello runs into the ropes.
Rogue Morello executes a leg lariat on Savio Garcia.
Rogue Morello spins around while pointing at the crowd.
A small "Rogue Morello" chant is being started.
Rogue Morello hoists Savio Garcia high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Savio Garcia crashing hard to the mat.
Rogue Morello executes a backbreaker on Savio Garcia.
Rogue Morello hits Savio Garcia with a flying axhandle.
A small "Rogue Morello" chant is being started.
Rogue Morello runs into the ropes.
Savio Garcia misses with an elbow.
Savio Garcia takes Rogue Morello down with a kick to the head.
Savio Garcia runs into the ropes.
Rogue Morello catches Savio Garcia in a sleeperhold.
Savio Garcia is struggling to reach the ropes.
Savio Garcia manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 6 seconds.
Rogue Morello gets a sleeperhold on Savio Garcia.
Savio Garcia grabs the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Rogue Morello locks Savio Garcia in a half nelson chokehold with a body scissors
.
Savio Garcia tries to escape the hold.
Savio Garcia is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Savio Garcia is struggling to reach the ropes.
Savio Garcia is inching his way towards the ropes.
Savio Garcia is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Savio Garcia reaches the ropes after 18 seconds.
Rogue Morello executes the Dazed and Confused on Savio Garcia.
Savio Garcia is writhing in pain.
Charles Robertson tells Savio Garcia to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Savio Garcia nods.
Charles Robertson tells Savio Garcia to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Savio Garcia nods.
Savio Garcia tries to fight the pain.
Savio Garcia tries to fight the pain.
Savio Garcia submits after 32 seconds.
The crowd is behind Rogue Morello all the way.

*DING DING* LILLY: The winner is Rogue Morello! JR: We'll be right back! 0:02:31

(The scene switches and shows a stretched lincoln navigator pulling into

the

 parking garage. The Limo pulls up and comes to a halt. The back dirver

side

 door opens and Shane steps out and helps Jacklyn J. climb out slowly.)

 Shane: Are you sure you just don't want to go back to the hotel tonight I

 can beat Tai and be right back. You're not in condition to face Moody

 tonight for the title. I mean I wish you were but after the attack from

Ash

 last week. You were extremely lucky on live in the tag match.

 Jacklyn J.: I'll be fine. I can handle myself tonight. I wreslted at the

 live event. I can wrestle tonight.

 Shane: Thats what you said on live I ended up taking you to the hospital

 instead of the hotel.

 Jacklyn J.: Hey I'll be fine tonight lets just go and rest before the

 matches ok.

 Shane: Ok lets go. But I promised you this before and I will again Ash

will

 pay for what he did to you.

 (The two walk off as the camera fades.)

*Messenjah promo*

(On the BruiserTron there is an image of a cathedral. We enter through the self-opening doors to find an organ playing itself. It plays a quiet funeral march.)

PA: So calm….so peaceful…..but you have disrupted the order…..

(The organ suddenly bursts into flames, and we hear loud screams in the background.)

PA: Prepare….for your own personal purgation….

(Out of the flames comes two people in complete black cloaks. Their cloaks seemingly are unaffected by the fire.)

FIGURE #1: The end is now.

FIGURE #2: Where will you be when the Apocalypse comes?

(The entire picture burns up, then turns into a quiet white light. Out of the light come these words.)

THE MESSENJAHS.

COMING SOON.

(The scene slowly fades inside The Darkening's locker room where we see Witherspoon watching "Evil Dead 2" with much interest while Axe is seen on a cell phone.)

Axe: So it's already to go?

(Pause)

Axe: Great...I owe you guys.

(Axe closes his cell phone and smiles at Witherspoon.)

Axe: It's all ready to go.

Witherspoon: Kick @$$

Axe: I can't wait when thi-

(Axe is cut off by the sound of the door knocking. He shakes his head and looks at Witherspoon.)

Axe: Should I even bother answering this damn door?

Witherspoon: Why the hell not.

Axe: Yeah your right...what's the point of ignoring it they'll pester us somehow.

(Axe slowly limps over to the door due to his injuries by the hands of "The Power Trip."  Witherspoon reaches down and grabs his bat, setting it on his shoulder. He opens it slightly and notices it to be a new face, Slim Jim Sullivan.)

Slim Jim: Hey there Axe! Was wondering if I could get an interview with the guys?

Axe: Well your another new face...

Slim Jim: Yeah it's great to finally meet you.

Axe: Yeah whatever...get in quick.

(Slim Jim shrugs and comes inside followed by the camera man. Axe sits on a chair and lights a cigarette while Witherspoon pauses the movie and sets the bat down. Slim Jim Sullivan starts the interview...)

Slim Jim: Well boys t-

Axe: Boys? Did we say we were your friends? Sure your better then Bole and that idiot Coach...but that doesn't mean we're pals.

Slim Jim: Oh um...okay well okay guys?

Axe: Champs.

Slim Jim: Uh...alright okay Champs last week you two received a pretty bad beating from The Power Trip how are you guys feeling?

Axe: Well as you can see I still got a sore knee but my chest is finally starting to heal and my back slowly but this bruise under my chin still hurts like a *Bleep.*

Witherspoon: Was that Dreadbomb suppose to cripple me?  Al it did was keep my stuck inside at the hotel for a couple hours.  No big deal.

Slim Jim: Now Axe you've been talking a lot about revenge what exactly will go down?

Axe: Spoon and I plan on walkin' down that ramp, saying a few things to these hillbilly bums and then kicking some *Bleep.* They aren't get away with anything...trust me.

Witherspoon: Damn skippy

Slim Jim: So you two are very confident in keeping these titles but you guys know these two were Tag Team Champions before right?

Axe: Slim...that was the past. There old...they won't be able to keep up with us and now that they run with that pathetic group of idiots "The Urban Legends" that's EXACTLY what they are...Urban myths, wannabe legends...there not legends it's crazy! I use to respect these two but once they joined Black, Tunny and Levon Jones? Please!

Witherspoon: Well, Team Beautiful used to be tag champs too, and I could take both of them by myself, so that don;t mean anything Jimmy.

Axe: But to anwer your silly question we have this match in the bag, we're keeping these titles to the PPV and after.

Slim Jim: I wouldn't underestimate Sledge and Box I m-

Axe: Oh I am sorry if I offended your little buddies...but they don't have a chance...we're NOT flukes...we earned these.

(Witherspoon nods in agreament)

Slim Jim: Are you worried about any of Dread and Reno's partners coming down?

Axe: Of course not! If they wanna cost them a match so be it...it's not like it hasn't happened before.

Witherspoon: That's right.  Seems like no one can do anything here without a large group of people backing them up.

Slim Jim: Well good luck tonight Champs.

Axe: We don't need it...we wear gold simple as that.

(Slim Jim exits the locker room along with the cameraman as the scene switches to the announce table.)

JR: They seem very determined King...

King: Yeah well talk is talk we'll have to see how they fair in the ring and by my predictions not well! HA HA!

(The Hollywood Hotel pulls in to the back of the arena. The truck stops and out steps Tobey Miliken with his face still bandaged up and wearing a new t-shirt that says. "Tobey Mac---and on the back it says.."The Mac Daddy". Behind Tobey out steps Tobey's new manager Misty Rivers. She has beautiful long blond hair and she is wearing a pair of tight jeans and a low cut shirt of the new "Tobey Mac" t-shirt.)

Bole: Tobey... uh...Tobey Mac?

Tobey: Yeah... well it's new for me too. I just got this shirt today and ....

Misty: I love it, don't you Michael?

Bole: Well...

(Misty walks over and rubs her body next to Bole's)

Misty: Don't you love BOLE?

Bole: Like i? I love it.

Tobey: I don't know Misty...I'm not really a rap, pop idol kind of guy. I like the colors but...

Misty: Look Tobey...you're image needs a change. Shawn about ruined your image with those tag team matches with Spoon for crying out loud. I want this to be your last tag team match tonight. And only because you were under contract. We have bigger and better things to do. You have to step it up Tobey. You're playing in the big leagues now.

Tobey: But what about Master Z and the Brotherhood. Those jerks are running over people in this fed.

Misty: Look Tobey, I have a motto. If you can't beat em. Join em.

Tobey: Join the Brotherhood? No...

Misty: Tobey. Last night I showed you moves you never knew existed. Was I wrong then when I told you it would work?

Tobey: Well... no. But that was in the bed. I don't know about this Tobey Mac thing.

Misty: Come on Tobey. The crowd is going to love it. I even have a new theme song for you.

Tobey: WHAT? What's wrong with Back In Black.

Misty: Nothing if you like living in the 80's. Welcome to the new millennium Tobey. Get some good music. And remember what we discussed.

Tobey: Got it.

Bole: You know Tobey. It looks like Misty here has you by the well...

Misty: Speaking of which, we are going to have a ball tonight Bole. Just watch and learn. Come on Tobey. Let's show them the new TOBEY MAC.

 (The scene opens in a men’s bathroom. The Headhunter stands in the

washbasin

 area where mirrors line the walls. He is drying his hands under the dryer.

 Suddenly his mobile phone rings. He reaches into the pocket of his hooded

 top and pulls out the phone, flips it open and puts it to his ear.)

 HEADHUNTER: Hello.

 (He listens for a moment.)

 HEADHUNTER: Aquatic? What the hell do you want?

 (He listens again.)

 HEADHUNTER: You wanna talk business huh? Well, I’m listening.

 (He waits for her response.)

 HEADHUNTER: That certainly is a big job, but one that I will have pleasure

 in carrying out. You know how I feel about those two. You got the money

for

 it?

 (There is a pause.)

 HEADHUNTER: It’s already here? Where?

 (Aquatic speaks.)

 HEADHUNTER: Inside the cistern of the first toilet? How did you know that

 I’d say yes?

 (As she speaks The Headhunter smiles.)

 HEADHUNTER: Oh you’ve got my number darling. Consider it done. Oh, before

 you go, can I ask you what this is all about?

 (He listens intently.)

 HEADHUNTER: Clever! Your boys will be pleased with that. Give them my

 regards.

 (He flips the phone closed and puts it back in his pocket. He looks around

 before moving to the first toilet cubicle, pushing the door open and

moving

 inside. He closes the door behind him. The noise of porcelain crashing

 together can be heard, then rustling, then the porcelain sound again.

After

 a few seconds the door opens and out steps The Headhunter with a large wad

 of cash in his hands. He has a massive smile on his face.)

 HEADHUNTER: Aquatic, I love you! This is some payment!

 (He walks away, rubbing his hands together.)

 FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

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

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

 ("Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and Jacklyn comes

 out to the ramp. JAcklyn walks down the ailse and slides in the ring. She

 jumps onto the tunbuckle and taunts to the crowd. jacklyn does a backflip

 off and waits to start the match.)

Her opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Judge Moody

Match Entrance

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

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

Moody: First off, let me address that poor excuse for a wrestler, Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson. Now Dizi, who in the hell do you think you were trying to attack me last week on Live? Well, the key word here is "try", because as everyone saw, you failed at that, much like you are probably going to fail in trying to take this title from me, even with all the help that you are trying to get!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: That leads me to my next pain in the @$$...Aquatic! Aquatic, I don't know who you think you are. First you turn my own client, The Judge, against me and now you are trying to get other women in our division to hire you as a manager? Aquatic, I'll tell you right now, you can do anything in your power to get this title out from around my waist, but it won't work!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: And speaking of things not working, let's talk about my opponent for tonight, shall we? Jacklyn, how many times have you had unsuccessful Women's title shots? Let's just say you've had so many it'll be impossible to count! Well let's tonight consider tonight any different, because if you and all you people here in Greensboro don't agree with me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her opponent as the crowd boos.)


*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody counters it with
a vertical suplex.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a headbutt.
Judge Moody hits a DDT on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody catches Jacklyne J. in ankle lock.
Jacklyne J. is struggling to reach the ropes.
Jacklyne J. is inching her way towards the ropes.
Jacklyne J. tries to escape the hold.
Jacklyne J. breaks the hold after 23 seconds.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody kicks Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Jacklyne J. punches Judge Moody.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Jacklyne J. hits a monkey flip on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. whips Judge Moody into the ropes, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is absolutely silent.

*DING DING* LILLY: The winner is Judge Moody! JR: We'll be right back! 0:01:55

(Lowedown knocks the door of the Urban Legends locker room and sees Dreadnaught step out. Lowedown extends his hand out and Dread pounds fists with him. Lowedown pulls his hair back for a moment as he shows a bit of a shiner on his left eye...)

Dreadnaught:Did I do that?

Lowedown:It's cool partner. I think of these as a badge of coolness. I guess my head wasn't all together there at Live.

Dreadnaught:Don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll do it again and this time we'll get it bloody.

Lowedown:Good call. Look, any word on unleashing hell yet?

Dreadnaught:It's almost time partner. Just stay cool for now and I'll let you know when alright?

Lowedown:Sounds good. I'm looking forward to some good ol' fashioned blood spilling here tonight with Z and Ignition.

Dreadnaught:Just keep an eye out for when Reno and I become the BMWF Tag team champions here tonight! We'll be even more unstoppable than before!

Lowedown:No problems here! I got the TiVo running right now so in case I'm the can!

Dreadnaught:Smart@$$!

Lowedown:Don't worry about it! I got your back on this one. I'll be watching this one closely.

Dreadnaught:By the way, there's this new club downtown where they supposedly have the hottest girls around. You up for it?

Lowedown:I'm like Viagra brother. I'm always up for new adventures! I'll catch you after the show.

(Lowedown and Dread pound fists once more before Lowedown walks away. Dread smirks as the camera fades to black...)

*Earlier Today*

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

JR: White Lightning Challenges Scotty Scott for the US Title, tonight!

BEFORE THE MATCH

(The arena lights cut and In The Shadows by The Rasmus blares over the P.A.  Ezekiel appears at the top of the entrance ramp sporting a black leather kilt and a Hollywood Inc. shirt.  He makes his way down to the ring with a slight limp, still suffering from the fall off Madison Square Gardens two weeks earlier.  He throws his chair in the ring and rolls under the ropes.  He pulls a microphone from his waist.)

Ezekiel: When the flaming started I decided to wait until this show to address the issues raised. 

Axe, you seem to like to point out that I get beaten down each week because of Tobey.  Tobey has been the target of many attacks, I watch his light and help him on his journey.  However I was being attacked a lot more before I teamed with Tobey.  People are always frightened of the truth, scared that the light may blind them.  It’s human nature to fear the unknown.  Truth will prevail, Witherspoon’s time will come, it was not his time yet.  The reason of my intervention.  Tobey is on a slippery road.  The fall changed him, he will succeed in finding himself again and complete this portion of the journey.

It is time to turn towards the light.  Major changes are in the offing, prepare yourselves for the change.  The Inquisition is coming, and only those open the truth will succeed in the journey.

(Ezekiel rolls out the ring, and makes his way to the back with the crowd cheering)

*Aquatic backstage skit*

(Aquatic is backstage, writing frantically on her clipboard. Michael Bole and The Couch approach her.)

Bole: Aquatic, what's wrong? You seem frustrated?

Aquatic: Ah, it's just my managerial work. Not turning out well.

Couch: Not turning out well? You've got Judge facing the great Tyrone Smith tonight!

Bole: And you got to team with your new project, Dizi.

Aquatic: Yeah….but you see, guys, I'm moving out, I'm expanding. I'm turning my core business into a central conglomerate.

(Bole and Couch look at each other.)

Bole: What?

Couch: Huh?

Aquatic: I'm trying to branch out. Did you notice The Darkening in my….er…Judge's corner last week? I'm their new behind-the-scenes manager. Unfortunately, I accidentally let their match against the Power Trip be for the titles! I don't want them to lose their titles now!

Bole: Oh. Well, that's too bad. Just hope they can pull it off.

Couch: It's not like you can do anything about it.

Aquatic: (hops up) Excuse me? What did you say?

Couch: It's not like you can do anything-

Aquatic: WRONG! I'M THE AQUA GIRL, BOY! (Cheers) And I can ALWAYS do something! Now excuse me while I go ensure a Darkening victory!

(Aquatic runs off with her clipboard as the crowd inside cheers. Michael Bole and Jonathan Couchman are left scratching their heads.)

FADE

 --------------------Solo rp------------

 (The scene opens backstage. Tamer is standing next to Michael Bole. Tamer

 has his Intercontinental title over his shoulder and is in his wrestling

 gear.)

 Bole: I’m here with the BMWF Intercontinental Champion Tamer.

 (Tamer nods as the crowd cheers.)

 Bole: Tamer I’d like to start by asking you how you feel after the attack

 from the Urban Legends to Prime Time?

 Tamer: How do I feel? Well a understatement would be to say, not good. The

 Urban Legends completely obliterated and humiliated Prime Time last week.

 They accomplished their goal. They beat us up. All of Prime Time is going

 into this match banged up. But we’ve only got one thing on our minds and

 that’s revenge.

 Bole: Speaking of revenge. Last week White Lightning beat you to become

the

 All-American champion. Do you have any pans to go after him for the title?

 Tamer: Actually, no. I have no plans to do so. I’m the Intercontinental

 champion. That all I need. I wasn’t at one-hundred percent last week and

 White Lightning took advantage. I applaud him for that. He beat me fair

and

 square in that match. I have no regrets.

 Bole: Do you think Prime Time can work as a cohesive unit tonight?

 Tamer: It’s very hard to say. I know that I can trust Kolic. He and I have

 tagged together in the past. On the other hand there’s Headhunter. We don’

t

 have the best history. But if anything we know each other’s style. The

 experience from being opponents will help us work as a team tonight.

 Bole: With the recent continuos attacks on Prime Time are you afraid that

 you may be walking in to a set up tonight?

 Tamer: Oh yeah. In fact before accepting the match I thought about that a

 lot. This could be a big setup. The Urban Legends will have us out in the

 open. But we’re taking a calculated risk.

 Bole: What do you mean calculated?

 Tamer: If I tell you then it won’t really work will it? So lets just say

 Prime Time is prepared for anything and everything.

 Bole: With the Pay-Per-View only two weeks away, what are you plans?

 Tamer: I’m glad you asked. I am issuing an open challenge. Yes that’s

right.

 If you want a shot at the Intercontinental title at the Pay-Per-View all

you

 have to do is step up. This challenge is open to everyone and anyone. I’ll

 be waiting to see who is actually willing to take what they want. Who

among

 the roster will take the shot that they all so heartily desire?

 Bole: That’s very big news. You’re not worried about who may step up?

 Tamer: No Worries..No Fears...No Regrets.

 (Tamer pats Bole on the shoulder and walks off.)

 Bole: Tamer is very confident going into the huge six man tag match

tonight.

 And he has put out an open challenge to the entire BMWF. A chance at the

 Intercontinental championship hangs in the air.

 FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Adam Teller...
Fighting out of Detroit, MI...
Weighing in at 315 pounds...

Michael "Drummer" Miracle

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"The Franchise" Shame Douglas


*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Michael Miracle executes a Samoan Drop on Shame Douglas.
The crowd is starting to get behind Michael Miracle.
Michael Miracle locks Shame Douglas in a Boston crab.
Shame Douglas gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Michael Miracle goes for a Gorilla Press, but Shame Douglas counters it with
a facerake.
Shame Douglas hoists Michael Miracle high into the air with a vertical suplex, t
hen sends Michael Miracle crashing hard to the mat.
Shame Douglas hits Michael Miracle with a punch.
Shame Douglas hits Michael Miracle with a Hotshot.
Shame Douglas hits Michael Miracle with a Hotshot.
Shame Douglas uses a Hotshot on Michael Miracle.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Shame Douglas hits a hiptoss on Michael Miracle.
Shame Douglas whips Michael Miracle into the turnbuckle.
Shame Douglas runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Michael Miracle
moves out of the way.
Michael Miracle executes an elbow to the head on Shame Douglas.
Michael Miracle punches Shame Douglas.
A few fans are cheering on Michael Miracle.
Michael Miracle hits Shame Douglas.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Michael Miracle.
Shame Douglas kicks Michael Miracle.
There is no crowd reaction.
Michael Miracle kicks Shame Douglas.
You could hear a pin drop.
Michael Miracle hits Shame Douglas with a Gorilla Press.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Michael Miracle goes for a punch, but Shame Douglas reverses it.
Shame Douglas goes for a punch, but Michael Miracle counters it with
a roundhouse right.
Michael Miracle throws Shame Douglas out of the ring.
Michael Miracle rolls out under the bottom rope.
Michael Miracle runs Shame Douglas into the ringsteps.
Michael Miracle hits Shame Douglas with a punch.
The Embalmer comes from behind and distracts Michael Miracle.
Shame Douglas hits a legsweep on Michael Miracle.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Shame Douglas hits a dropkick on Michael Miracle.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Shame Douglas gets back into the ring.
Michael Miracle rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Shame Douglas takes Michael Miracle down with a flying axhandle.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Shame Douglas takes Michael Miracle down with an elbowsmash.
Shame Douglas throws Michael Miracle out of the ring.
Shame Douglas goes outside.
Shame Douglas throws Michael Miracle into the ringsteps.
Shame Douglas hits a swinging neckbreaker on Michael Miracle.
Shame Douglas runs Michael Miracle into the ringpost.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Shame Douglas uses a swinging neckbreaker on Michael Miracle.
Shame Douglas throws Michael Miracle into the ringsteps.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Shame Douglas takes Michael Miracle down with a hiptoss.
The Embalmer comes from behind, but Michael Miracle nails The Embalmer.
Shame Douglas gets back into the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: 2
Rick Patrick counts: 3
Rick Patrick counts: 4
Rick Patrick counts: 5
Rick Patrick counts: 6
Rick Patrick counts: 7
Rick Patrick counts: 8
Rick Patrick counts: 9
Rick Patrick counts: 10
Michael Miracle is counted out.
A few fans are booing Shame Douglas.

*DING DING* LILLY: The winner is Shame Douglas! JR: We'll be right back! 0:03:34

In-Ring Rant

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and raises his gavel in the air as the crowd cheers. The Judge finally grabs a mic from ringside.)

Judge: GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!

(The crowd cheers again.)

Judge: Tonight I face one hell of a competitor, Tyrone Smith. Now Tyrone Smith has been pretty successful against me in the past, even taking away my Hardcore title. But tonight Tyrone won't be as successful. He has his eyes on gold, waiting to try and take the World Championship out from under LoweDown, and he clearly will underestimate me. But I'm expecting that from an overgrown baboon. It's obvious Tyrone doesn't have any brains, or else we would have been able to find a way out of losing his Hardcore title from Box at Tokyo Terror!

(The crowd cheers and a small "TCW!" chant starts.)

Judge: Anyone can unlock themselves from the trunk of car Tyrone, it doesn't require a rocket scientist. But for some strange reason, you got locked in that trunk and got your @$$ thrown from a bridge! Well tonight, I won't be throwing you from a bridge, but you'll be as surprised as you were then, when I quickly roll you up for the 1..2...and 3 and prove to my Jury that you do not deserve the World title shot!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Now that I have presented the case, it's time for the Jury to voice their opinion. If you all think that The Judge will beat Tyrone Smith tonight, let me hear ya!

(The crowd pops.)

Judge: Ladies and gentlemen, I have reached my decision, tonight I will beat Tyrone Smith right here in the Greensboro Coliseum, and...

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge Joe Brown theme plays again as The Judge exits the ring and heads back up the ramp. The Judge slaps hands with the crowd as the crowd cheers.)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! The BMWF World champion has arrived here in Greensboro!

King:Allow me to wear my "I HATE LOWEDOWN!" t-shirt! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, Lowedown is tagging up here tonight with a man who in my opinion doesn't have his ores completely in the water if you know what I mean?

King:He brought a chainsaw to the ring for pete's sake!

JR:Well, what I do know is that Lowedown and Sledge have their hands full tonight with the team of Master Z and Igni...

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown,Dozer, and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown doesn't waste time as he makes his way down to the ring. Lowedown paces back and forth in front of the ring for a moment as he listens to the crowd chanting his name. Lowedown suddenly leaps up to the apron and causes the pyro to shoot out from the four corners of the ring. As Lowedown looks to the crowd, he points out to a couple of the signs in the crowd and gives them a thumbs up. Lowedown makes his way over and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer and watches Dozer and Flame make their way up the steel steps and into the ring...)

JR:Apparently, Lowedown has something on his mind here tonight in Greenboro.

King:When doesn't he have something on his mind?

JR:Good point.

(Lowedown paces around the ring for a moment as he listens to the crowd continuing to chant his name. Lowedown finally raises the microphone up as begins to speak...)

Lowedown:I'm looking for someone who goes by the name of Tyrone Smith!

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:I've been looking for the so called Jamaican jack@$$ since I got here and he's nowhere to be found! The big 7 foot freak Jamaican who wants a shot at this World title is nowhere to be found in this arena! What the hell kind of challenger is that peeps? Someone who gets called out over and over and over again to face your World champion and I don't see him anywhere! Have you seen him brother?

(Dozer walks up...)

Dozer:I haven't seen him.

(Flame chimes in...)

Flame:I haven't seen the Volkswagon bus filled with smoke roll into the parking lot yet. Don't we have a drug testing policy around here?

Lowedown:Apparently, he's switching his urine or something because who knows how many times he's gotten away with it. But tonight, we change all that right here in Greensboro! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

King:I don't know if I like that new phrase this crowd is using here!

JR:Well, it was change it or get a stunner.

Lowedown:Tyrone, you and I are coming to a head quicker than you can possibly imagine. Tonight, I'm looking for a Jamaican to beat the hell out of here tonight! But first, I've got something to say to my so called partner here tonight.

JR:Lowedown is teaming up tonight with the chainsaw wielding Sledge!

King:Even I think Lowedown has flipped his lid teaming up with Sledge!

Lowedown:The last time I had a partner Sledge, I got suckered into a beatdown that still BLEEPS me off to this day! Sledge, I'm telling you right here and right now...

(Lowedown pauses as his face becomes one of anger...)

Lowedown:You swerve me here tonight, I'll end your career before you even have a chance to even think it's getting back on the right track. That is the Lowedown on that!

(Pause)

Lowedown:I backed you up at Bedlam son so you'd better get wise real quick. Sledge, you have the opportunity to do what very few are doing right now. You have the opportunity to stay on my good side. Now we come to Master Z and his Ooompa Loompa partner Ignition.

King:HAHAHA! Ignition is a Oompa Loompa!

JR:I hate to say it, but Ignition does remind me of one of those guys in the Willy Wonka movie.

Lowedown:Iggy, I haven't seen you in the ring since the time you tried to beat me down. And you know what? I still owe you one. I think a bit of payback is coming right up your alley here tonight! Z, you on the other hand already know what I'm capable of. So get ready for another good ol' fashioned @$$whoopin' Z!

(Dozer walks up and asks to borrow the microphone from his brother...)

Dozer:You know something brother? It seems to me that I've been slapping a certain @$$clown around who goes by the name of Big Kev and I have yet to see the big man try something with me! So I tell you what I'm going to do for you Big kev right here tonight! At the pay-per-view, why don't we see who the real big man is around here?!? I mean, if you're not too busy kissing Lightning's @$$ all day long! You and me in a match to see who is the real muscle in this business! All you need to do is grow a pair and meet me in this ring!

(Dozer tosses his brother the microphone as he leans against the ropes. Lowedown smiles as he continues...)

Lowedown:After tonight, Tyrone will learn that if he won't come to me...I will come to him. That is the Lowedown on that if ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

("Fever Dog" begins to play again as Lowedown wastes no time exiting the ring as Dozer and Flame do the same...)

JR:Lowedown is on the lookout for Tyrone Smith!

King:Being as big as Tyrone is, he shouldn't be hard to find!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!
=====Master Z counter attack=====

I KNOW Lowedown will want revenge. Actually, I can predict one of his lines as being "nobody lays his hands on my Flame." For this reason, I have planned a counter attack for when he makes his move! Of course, The Brotherhood will be there to help Z out if he starts to fall behind OR if someone else gets involved (i.e. Ash or Sledge).

<<<<AFTER LOWEDOWN gets most of his shots in>>>>>

JR: Wait, Master Z was just playing possum! He swung around and took Lowedown's head off with a brass knuckle shot!

KING: Where does this man get all of his weapons!

JR: The Brotherhood has always been known to keep a full inventory, King!

Master Z uppercuts the stunned Lowedown in the groin!

Master Z suplexes Lowedown onto the hard ground!

(Master Z gets to one knee and begins to slam the brass knuckles into Lowe's face.)

JR: I can't believe it! Master Z took everything Lowedown dished out and is now returning the favor once he is tired!

KING: Master Z is a Master stragegist, JR!

(Between knuck shots Master Z talks.)

Master Z: I knew you'd come looking for me, Lowe!

*CRACK*

Master Z: I knew you'd be steamed over my inappropriate contact with your wife last week!

*CRACK*

Master Z: But guess what!

*CRACK*

Master Z: I know your every move!

(Master Z stands quickly, grabs Flame, and plants ANOTHER big fat kiss on her lips!)
<<<<<Note to Tim... of course Flame has to be there for the previous line to occur.>>>>>